CUT (New Adult Dark Romance) (16 page)

I needed him more than I needed air. I let him go deep, taking him into my throat and choking me until my vision began to draw into a tunnel. I pulled back carefully for a breath, but Black pressed forward again, his hands reaching down to grip my hair. Things were becoming less and less controlled. His cock slammed deep into my throat again and again, my gasping gagging mouth slurping and sliding along him even as my own hands found their way into my pants, a single finger dancing across my clit. I wanted it so bad. I wanted him to cum in my mouth. I wanted to swallow him whole… To drown in his essence… I moaned hard, each stroke met with enthusiasm and joy even as pleasure shattered my existence. An orgasm rolled over my body, every muscle quivering in delight as Black used my mouth, desperately swallowing against him as his thick cock throbbed and pulsed a huge load right down toward my belly…

“Jesus Kattlyn…” Black whispered, staring down at me with his breath coming in short gasps. His cock was still twitching, just the faintest of pulses splashing the last of him across my tongue. He might have thought we were finished, but I knew I could get him off again. His cock tasted better than anything on the menu in this little steakhouse, and I knew
exactly
how to savor it.

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The dockside boat building was dark and nowhere near ready to house everyone when we first arrived. It seemed like the first two days were filled with nothing but shopping and stocking the place. In first came the booze, and pretty soon after, a box truck full of the trimmings that set up a makeshift bunkhouse in what must have been an old conference room. Black and I managed to lay claim to a smaller managers office and despite the fact that our new bedroom amounted to an air mattress and some scented candles, it felt like home.

Even the new cage was taking shape. There was another fight happening in a few weeks, and with the main warehouse out of commission, Black was taking the time to get this place ready to host it.

I stared around the open space taking it all in. Off to the side of what used to be a showroom, a small line of offices were tucked into the far wall full of furniture that came right out of the 1980’s. One had been repurposed, the cubicle wall torn down and opening up the makeshift bar top. Seating was arranged near a flatscreen that was bolted straight into the wall, and most of the men were making use of it as a heated but quiet conversation raged. Cars were lined up outside. A young prospect was standing among them. He flashed me a little smile, holding up a wrench as I walked past. Another time, another place, maybe I would have taken some time to meet him. He had a hard body and a wispy beard, his tools scattered as he worked general maintenance. A bad boy who knows how to use his hands… The Rampant were hard on their cars, and the sweat on the boy’s forehead was testament to the work he was buried in.

As for me, I’d managed to snag an old rolling office chair, and now it was my little perch as I spun it around backward, straddled the seat, and stuck my chin on the edge to watch Black stomp around the room. I liked him like this, he was a natural leader and the men respected him like none other. His heavy boots crashed down again and again as I watched my man’s ass stretch his jeans. I’d never seen a more perfect globe of muscle.

“Don’t get too comfortable there Kat, we’re not staying here long.”

I looked up at Acre and smirked. He’d been told to stick next to me like glue until Black was done giving orders. By now, it felt like the only times I didn’t have Acre’s eyes on me was when I was in bed…  “Last time I checked, I’m old enough to babysit myself.”

“I’m not here to babysit, I’m here to keep you from getting your name sewn on a jacket.”

Something didn’t sit right with me in the way Acre was talking. His tone was usually a bit more playful and usually didn’t involve discussing my death. “I can take care of myself,” I said defiantly, but deep down, I was happy to have him nearby… “So what’s going on. The guys look restless.”

“Don’t worry your pretty little head about it,” Acre replied, making an annoying little clicking noise with his lips. I wasn’t satisfied. Later, I’d make Black tell me everything even if it I had to drag it out of him kicking and moaning… Staring across the room I watched Black giving orders, his voice too low to understand. You could cut the tension with a knife.

Acre didn’t try to stop me as I stepped off the chair and made my way to Black. He knew better than to get in the way. My hands slipped round his back, catching him by surprise. I let out a shocked gasp as Black jerked away and spun unexpectedly. His eyes immediately softened as he saw me, but I’d seen the flash of ferocity in that instant of movement.

“Are you ok?” I asked hesitantly, backing away.

“Can’t go sneaking up on me like that sweetheart…”

I looked past him, the men waiting, eyes glaring at me. Suddenly, I felt more uncomfortable than I ever had around the Rampant. Black seemed to sense it and spun round, pulling me into his side as he stared at the club.

“You know your jobs tonight. We pull this off clean, and we pull this off quiet. No blood, no fuckups.”

I stared up at Black’s hard face, his arm wrapped around me hard, pinning me to his chest.

“Black, we need you on that fucking dock.”

The voice belonged to Acre, and I could feel the tension in Black’s muscles as he turned to face him. He must have followed me across the room, and clearly he knew something I didn’t.

“You know the score Acre.”

“The score is we’re out there with dicks on the line while you get your dick sucked. They won’t say it, but I will. You got yourself some fresh pussy and went soft.”

Black bristled, every sinew of his body pressing into me. My ribs ached as his muscles strained against me. Eyes bore into me from every direction.

“First off, we’ve got heat and the feds have ears. The boat hits tonight and I want them looking the wrong way. I’m going to the clubhouse and that’s where they’re gonna be looking. Second, you don’t ever ever fucking call me soft, or you can join me in that fucking cage.”

Black let me go, throwing me toward a nearby chair and moving toward Acre. The two men stood tall and fearsome as the room went dead silent around them. Fear welled up in me. Black never backed down, and Acre was a beast of a man. The two came together, crashing hard as I gasped, but I watched Acre’s arms wrap around Black and give him a pat on the back. A laugh broke out between them, spreading through the men as Acre pulled away with a grin on his face.

“Are you ready to do this?” Acre said, turning to the men.

“Yes,” the men replied almost in unison.

A crack of thunder from outside shook the building’s thin metal roof like some kind of ominous warning.

“Be careful out there Acre. Call me when it’s done,” Black said, the sound of boots and shouting men filling the room as the men marched toward their cars and vans and trucks like soldiers heading into battle.

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“What are we doing?” I asked as Black shut down the Jag’s engine, a little bar beckoning us inside with neon lights glaring in the darkness.

“We’ve got a job to do sweetheart. Gotta get somebody’s full attention.”

I stared at the bar, it’s doors wide and the parking lot a sea of motorcycles. I’d never really been to a biker bar before, and my heart with racing, half because I was excited and half because I was afraid. With the rain pouring I was definitely thankful of the small awning Black had parked us beneath. It was cold and droplets of rain still whipped across the windshield thanks to the wind, but it wasn’t nearly as bad as it was pulling up. Lightning lit up the sky above us ominously.

“Making a phone call?” I asked, watching Black fiddle with a cellphone. He grinned, the screen coming to life as he tucked the phone into his pocket. “No Kattlyn, just seeing if somebody’s paying attention.”

I didn’t have time to puzzle over his statement as he climbed out of the car, coming round to open my own door before walking hand-in-hand toward the bar. Inside, Black tossed some cash on the bar and shouted at the pretty little tattooed bartender.

“Jack and coke, two at a time and keep them coming.”

The packed bar took notice to our arrival, and as we moved toward the back, a small group of men at one of the tables stood up, leaving the seats behind without a word and nodding to Black. We sat down in the suddenly vacant space, and I shook my head, trying to make sense of it all.

“What was that all about?” I said over the loud music and rowdy bikers.

“Bunch of weekend warriors.” Black replied, nodding at the pierced up pixie of a waitress who dropped off a couple dark glasses on the table.

“But why did they get up for us?”

Black laughed, lifting up a glass and tilting it back, the whiskey disappearing down his throat. He nodded toward my glass and I followed suit, taking a long drink, hoping it would cool my nerves.

“Because this is my bar,” Black said, grabbing my hand smiling.

Those guys are citizens. Doctors and layers and used car salesmen in fucking halloween costumes. They’ve got a house with a white picket fence, two kids, an economy car in the driveway and a wife they wish they could fuck. A few days a week they jump on big expensive bikes and play dress up to forget about all the bullshit in their lives. They pretend to be bad boys.”

“And you?” I asked breathlessly. My hand was still being held against his chest, the beat of his heart softly pulsing against my fingertips.

“I don’t have to pretend, and I don’t need some silly fucking bike to play pretend.”

I looked down demurely as he let go of my hand, my heart racing. The stress of tonight was making me crazy, a mix of desire and fear rolling through my body. Black reached out, lifting my chin back up with a finger, the lines on his face melting me as he smiled.

“That’s why they got out of the way sweetheart. They know who I am. I’m dangerous. Does that scare you Kattlyn?”

My hand reached out under the table, running up and over his thigh, gripping his hardening cock through denim. “I don’t scare easy,” I said, a grin widening as I flashed my teeth.

“That’s good, because it looks like we’ve got company.”

I followed his nod, my eyes sweeping toward the door. Outside, rain fell across the darkened parking lot, a long black sedan pulling to a stop just beyond the line of bikes that crowded near the awning covered entrance.

“Your phone…” I whispered, looking back to Black.

“Had a feeling they might be tracking it. Pulled the battery a few days ago. Wasn’t expecting them so soon but that just moves up our plans for the night.”