Butch (8 page)

He took hold of her hand, stopping her from eating. “I
don’t think you do understand.”

“Then tell me.” Whenever he touched her, she forgot
about everything else. The only two people to exist in the world were him and
her. But she loved her son and wouldn’t dream of forgetting about him.

“I fuck. I’ve got a dick, and I fuck pussy. I don’t
build it up into fake poetry and shit. This is what I’m like.”

She stared at their joined hands. “I’m not an idiot. I
don’t expect you to be anything else.”

“You work at a church.”

Laughing, she looked into his eyes. “The church was
suffering for volunteers. I took the job for a very small income, but I don’t
go to church, Butch. Don’t get me wrong, I’m a believer but nothing else.”
Staring down at her plate, she licked her lips. “I’ve fucked, and I’ve got a
kid to prove it. I don’t want you to pretend to be something you’re not. What I
ask is for you to know that I’m not used to the way you talk. I need to get
used to it, but I don’t want you to change.” Her mother believed in respect and
hated cursing.

“Tate would love you.”

“Tate?”

“She’s
Tiny’s
daughter and a
total bitch. However, she seems to attract nice women toward her. Angel and
Sophia are nice women. Wait, no, I think you’d be better around Prue. She’s the
only woman I know to put Tate in her place.” He was laughing, and then he
stopped. “
Crap, that
hurt.”

“What did?” she asked, concerned.

“I’ve been part of the club for so long I didn’t even
give a thought about my memories of them. It’s not all bad, and I miss them.”
He smiled even though it didn’t reach his eyes.

“You don’t have to quit the club for me, Butch. We’re
friends.”

“I want more.”

She licked her lips, picking up her fork for something
to do. “I know you want more.”

“Do you?”

“I don’t know what I want.” She answered him as
honestly as she could.

“If you want me to leave you alone, tell me.”

Shaking her head, she returned her gaze to his. “I
don’t want you to leave. I love being around you. You’re funny, and I want
something.” Pushing hair out of her eyes, she stared at him. “This is hard.
I’ve never been with another man but Matthew’s father. He was my first, and
after everything that happened, I didn’t think there would be another man. Who
wants to look after another man’s kid?”

“I do.”

His words brought her gaze back to his.

“What?”

“You heard me. I don’t give a fuck who gave you
Matthew. He left, and he’s not even in touch with you. I want to take Matthew
as my own.” His hands were pressed down on the table. “I’m going to lay it out
for you, and then you can decide what you want.”

Do I want him to do this?

Once they passed this line there was no going back.
They were friends, but the moment he said what he was about to say, she knew in
her heart it was going to change everything. No one could go back when their
emotions were laid out clear to see.

“I want you, Cheryl. I want you in my bed, in my life.
You’re here.” He placed a hand to her heart. Her own was pounding against her
chest in panic. “I love Matthew as if he was my own. This is what I want, and I
hope one day you can trust me to give you what you need.”

“This is insane.”

“Be honest with me. Do you want me, or was that an act
out there?” he asked, pointing behind him.

“It’s not an act. None of what I feel is an act.”

“Then give us a try. I promise I will never let you
go. I want to be with you. You’re my woman, Cheryl. You know it, and so do I.
This is going to happen, and we can fight it all we want, or we can just do
it.”

She chuckled.

“Talking about what I want has never been one of my strong
suits.”

“I’m not exactly a genius. I think you did really
well.” His words were touching. They were not romantic or filled with fake lies
and poetry. They were direct, straight to the point just like the man himself. She
found him refreshing. Her mother may not like him, but Cheryl adored him.

“Come on, babe. Give me a chance.”

“Okay. I’d really like that. Does this mean we’re
going steady?” She dropped her head as heat filled her cheeks even more. “I’m
sorry. I didn’t date much through high school. I don’t have much to compare it
to.”

“I think we’re more than going steady. That kiss has
to be second or is it third base? Shit, it has been that long since I’ve dated
I don’t even know what bases we’re at.”

“We could make it up as we go along?” she said,
offering it up as a suggestion. He was putting her at ease with every passing
moment.

“I’m good.”

Her nipples tightened as his gaze ran over her body.

Their relationship had changed, and there was no going
back anymore. She didn’t want to go back.

****
 

Butch washed the dishes, conscious of Cheryl by his
side. The red dress did wonders for her full curves. Her nipples were clear to
see as they budded against the front of the dress. Most of the meal he wanted
to lean forward and push her dress down so he could watch those tits move. Her
full body was driving him crazy. All he wanted to do was bend her over the
table and take her from behind. He was itching to get his hands on her naked.

Pull back.

He didn’t want to pull back. Laying his feelings and
desires on the table had been the best thing he’d done. There was no way for
them to move on until she knew the truth of what he wanted.

Tiny had visited him again at work to ask him about
his past. It hadn’t taken Whizz long to find the truth of everything that had
happened. Butch no longer cared about the past. He was old enough and wise
enough to take care of his own family. He told Tiny that he was going to make
Cheryl his woman.

She took the plate off him. He saw she was shaking,
but he didn’t mention it. Their relationship had changed, and there was no
going back. Butch had thought long and hard about the future. Taking on Matthew
would be an absolute dream. He adored the kid as if he was his own. No man
should ever get pissed about helping bring another man’s son into the world. Butch
would consider it a blessing to give Matthew a wonderful start in life.

He knew she came as a package deal when he started to
visit her. Once the dishes were done he followed her into the sitting room. The
tension in the room mounted in more ways than he imagined.

Gripping her waist, he drew her down onto the lumpy
sofa beside him. He barely lived in his apartment nowadays. Most of his time
was spent with Cheryl or at work. There were times he missed the club. No, he
missed the club the whole time. When he saw Nash, Killer, Zero, or Whizz,
walking around town wearing their cuts, he felt like he was being torn apart.
The club was in his blood and had been since birth. Loyalty meant a great deal
to him, and he’d stripped the patch from himself. The appointment to have his
ink removed had been postponed for another week. He didn’t know if he was going
to be able to go through with it. But when he thought about Cheryl, he couldn’t
bring himself to go to Tiny and ask to join back up. The Skulls was not the
place for him to be.

“Stop worrying and just sit down beside me.” He tucked
her close, taking the remote from her hand. Flicking on the television he
refused to do anything else until she relaxed beside him. His cock was rock
hard. Ignoring his need, he flicked through the television settling on a
thriller for them to watch. She needed to know he wasn’t going to hurt her.

Resting one arm behind his head he thought about the
club. The life was in his blood and had been from a young age.

“You need to come back, Butch. He took everything from you in the past,”
Tiny said.

“He doesn’t need to take anything from me. The moment I join you Cheryl
and Matthew are fucking dead. I’m not doing that. I love her.”

“We can’t protect either of you until you come back.”

“I don’t need protection. I’m surviving, and that’s all you need to
know.”

Frederick Gonzalez didn’t hold a single threat to him.
It was over and done with. Everything was in his past, and he had no intention
of going out for blood. There was no need to rehash old mistakes. He lost his
family, and the Gonzalez family moved on. If they wanted the Chaos Bleeds crew
then Gonzalez could have them. There was no need to fight what was inevitable.
The moment they intervened they were at risk.

Cheryl relaxed beside him. He stroked her arm then
cupped her hip. Her palm landed on his thigh. He stared at her pale fingers on
his denim clad thigh.

“You’re going to give up the whole club for a bitch with a son from
another fucking bastard.”

It had taken every ounce of strength inside him not to
hurt Tiny. The other man could kick his ass. Tiny may be in his fifties, but he
could fight better than all of them.

“Nothing has to happen tonight, Cheryl. I’m not going
to run away to a different woman. I’m here, and I don’t back down on my word.”

“I know. God, I’m so bad at this.”

He tugged her onto his lap, running his hand up and
down her thigh. The movie was forgotten as he slid a hand underneath the skirt
of her dress. Her smooth thighs opened as he moved between them to press his
palm against her covered pussy. The strip of panties he touched was soaking
wet.

“You want this as much as I do, don’t you?” he asked.

“Yes.”

Butch wouldn’t fuck her tonight. They could have some
fun without any of their clothing in the way without fucking.

She stroked her fingers up his arm. “I can’t get you
out of my head.”

“Good. I don’t want you to.”

He slid the fabric of her panties out of the way.
Sliding a finger through the lips of her sex, he teased her clit. She jerked in
his arms, crying out as he pinched the bud between his fingers.

“Stop,” she said.

Withdrawing his hand, he watched as she climbed off
his lap. “I don’t want to do this in the living room.” She took his hand,
leading him upstairs to her bedroom. The moment he entered the room he felt
like he’d entered her world. The pastel colors were entirely feminine without a
speck of dark in place. There was no clutter, and every single item had its own
space. He liked the place. It was like Cheryl.

Moving to her side, he turned her around so her back
was to him. He tugged the latch of her zipper down. The red lingerie he’d
bought came into view. Pushing the dress off her shoulders, he turned her back
to face him.

Admiring the underwear, he tugged the white shirt from
his body. His ink stood out compared to her. Cheryl didn’t possess a single
mark on her perfect body. To some men she might be a little too big, but to
Butch, she was perfect, rounded in all the right places. He loved her rounded
stomach and thick thighs. Many times he’d find himself imagining her wrapped
around him as he fucked her hard, slamming his dick inside her. Butch couldn’t
wait to get lost between her thighs. Her pussy would be so fucking sweet.

With his hand on her hip, he drew her close, slamming
his lips down on hers. “Fuck, baby, you’re going to drive me insane.”

She melted against him.

He looked down to see her tugging on the belt keeping
his jeans up.

In quick movements she had him naked. His thick cock
stood out, pulsing with need. Butch stripped her bra and panties from her body
and pushed her to the bed. She fell down, crying out. He landed between her
thighs, keeping her in place with his body. Taking her hands, he pressed them
to the bed beside her head. Leaning down, he claimed a kiss, sliding his tongue
deep inside her mouth.

“Butch?” she asked, gasping.

“I know, baby. Take it. I’m going to make you feel so
good.” He was nowhere near done making her feel so fucking good.

Kissing down her neck, he licked at the pulse pounding
on the side of her neck. She cried out, arching up against him. There was
nowhere else for her to go as he kept her contained to the bed with his hand
holding her in place. Down he moved, taking one of her tight nipples into his
mouth. He bit down on the bud, sucking on the tip.

She screamed, thrashing beneath him. Releasing her
hands, he cupped her hips and pressed his cock between the lips of her sex.

“Butch, you need a condom.”

He shook his head. “I’m not going inside your cunt.
Trust me.”

Cheryl didn’t push him away, and he took his time to
slide between her slick folds. Her cream combined with his pre-cum was all the
lubrication they needed. Staring into her eyes, Butch knew he was in trouble.
He didn’t give a shit about who had her before him. As far as he was concerned,
he’d be the last man to take her.

He wanted to taste her. Moving between each breast, he
kissed down her stomach, taking his time and relishing the feel of her
quivering against him. Resting his shoulders between her smooth thighs, she
stared at her creamy cunt on display. She had a small smattering of hair. He
didn’t mind his woman actually looking like a woman.