Giving It to the Monster (Saints and Sinners MC Book 4) (5 page)

Pea released her long enough to bend her forward so that she was leaning over the counter, opening her up. He fingered her cream, drawing it back to the puckered hole of her anus, getting her nice and slick.

“I know what you need. What you crave, and I’m going to give it to you.” He placed the tip of his cock against her ass, and slowly started to push past the tight ring of muscles. Melissa loved it. She loved the burn along with the pain that would soon give way to immense pleasure.

“Oh, baby, I’ve missed this pussy. I’ve missed this ass.” Once he was past those muscles, he pressed all the way inside her, going as deep as he could get. His hands went back to her hips, and she held onto the counter as he fucked her ass. She loved every second of it, not wanting it to end.

“Oh, fuck, Mel,” he said, slamming inside her, and his dick pulsed, flooding her ass with his cum.

He didn’t rush away.

Pea kissed her neck. When she turned her head, he slanted his lips over hers, and gave her a kiss that made her wonder if that was exactly what Penny felt with Rage. Something was changing between them, and Melissa didn’t know exactly what.

Chapter Four

Natasha had done it to torment him. Saint was sure of it. The small bag with the dildo and butt plug was only there to drive him crazy. He didn’t know what to say or what to do with that bag there.

“So, Sinners’ Corner has gotten all modern. A sex shop?”

“The shop belongs to the Saints and Sinners MC.”

“You brought about the shop?”

“Yep. Seemed a good investment. Sex sells even during a recession. People still want to fuck.”

He tapped his fingers on the steering wheel heading toward home. He still hadn’t taken her to the clubhouse, and he didn’t know why. She was getting better, and the doctor he’d gotten to check on her said she was fine. The bruises would fade, and Natasha would be as good as new. They had been to see Nigel, and he was going to take a look at the divorce case, taking over from her previous lawyer who’d failed. While Natasha left to get a soda, Saint had paid him to get the job done, and to make sure Simon Meyer never came near her again.

“Very true. I like Elena. She’s turned into a beautiful woman.”

“She’s one hell of a mother. How come you don’t have any kids?” he asked. “I always thought you wanted some.”

“Nah. After I left, I was just working from job to job, making ends meet. Then Mom and Dad died, and I didn’t want kids with Simon. You? Any children running around?”

“No, I bag my dick.” There was no point in lying. He’d not lived like a monk when she had walked away from him. However, the moment she entered his life once again, he’d not gone hunting for pussy either.

“Thank you for taking me to Nigel’s. The sooner I get this divorce the happier I’ll be.”

“You’re welcome.” He let out a breath. “Nigel will get the job done.”

“He worked a lot for you?”

“He’s done some bits that I’ve needed him to do. I trust him with your case. So, do you know the extent of your husband’s life?” he asked.

“Not all of it. I know he had other women. I never satisfied him in the bedroom apparently. I just lay there, and did nothing.”

Saint chuckled. “Then he wasn’t doing it right.”

“How would you know?”

“When you were with me, you never just lay there. You were always involved.”

“Yeah, I was, wasn’t I? That first time though, that hurt.”

“I didn’t have a clue what I was doing. I only knew you felt good.”

“We were too young to really know what we were doing.”

“We weren’t too young to keep on trying,” he said, pulling up onto his driveway.

Neither of them got out of the car when he turned the engine off.

“It seems another life. Like someone else lived it.”

He agreed.

“Saint, do you ever think about what would have happened if I hadn’t left?” she asked.

“All the time.” He admitted the truth. “I even wonder what would have happened if I had followed you.”

“What?”

“I let you go, Nat. The night we gave each other a part of ourselves, I made you a vow to always be by your side. I failed you.”

“You didn’t fail me, Saint.
I
failed us. I left.”

She placed her hand on his, and he couldn’t help but notice how much smaller she was than he was. Grasping her fingers, he pressed a kiss to her hand, inhaling her scent.

“I bet your dad was happy to see me go,” she said.

“He didn’t complain about it, and he got a more obedient son.”

She nodded. “He did tell me that when it came to you, he’d win.”

“What do you mean?”

“Your father would tell me to stay away from you. You had responsibilities within the club that had nothing to do with me. He said that I made you weak, and you needed to learn to be strong. Also, he said I was only going to do what women do. Leave when the going gets tough.” She snorted. “I guess he was right.”

“I never knew.” He’d told his old man to stay away. “I always tried to keep the club away from you.”

“Is that why you won’t take me to the club?”

Saint turned to stare at her. The club had made her run once before. What if she ran again? Fuck, he wasn’t this kind of guy. He wasn’t a pussy. The world knew him as a monster. He was the guy who’d killed his own father, and then wiped out the members who refused to follow his leadership. He was the kind of man who killed without batting an eyelid.

“The club has changed a lot. You’d be surprised.”

“I bet. You’re the Prez.”

“That I am.” He opened the car door, bringing an end to their conversation.

“I’ll start looking for my own place.”

“You don’t have to. I’m happy for you to be here.”

“I can’t stay here indefinitely. I need to get my own place, get a job, get back on my own two feet.”

He locked the car and followed her up toward the door. She held the bag that contained the dildo and the butt plug. When they had been younger, he’d not had any special toys to use on her, nothing to have her screaming his name.

Saint watched as she walked straight toward the kitchen, putting the items on the counter.

“I’m going to take a shower.”

“Okay.”

He walked up to his bedroom, closed and locked the door, before heading into his en-suite shower.

Running the water, he removed his clothes, and climbed into the stall.

Closing his eyes, he lifted his face to the running water.

“Tell me what you love about me?” Natasha asked, locking their fingers together.

He stared down into her pretty green eyes. They had made love, and it had been perfect. Each time he was inside her, he truly felt like he’d come home.

“Everything. I love your smile, your laugh, your kindness. I love that you’re hard assed, and you kick some serious ass.” She laughed, arching up. “And what I love most is that you put up with me.”

“Always, Saint, always.”

It hadn’t been always. Turning around, he grabbed some soap and lathered up his body. Nigel had advised him to go and have a chat with Simon. He had all of the fucker’s details, and it would be so easy to do.

He washed his body, ignoring his rock hard cock. There was no way he was going to masturbate. He wasn’t that far gone yet.

Once he was done in the shower, he entered the bedroom, and grabbed his cell phone. Dialing Rage’s number, he waited for his VP to pick up.

“What can I do for you?” Rage asked.

“Do you want to come and meet the guy who likes to beat women?” he asked.

“You going to meet the husband?”

“I’m going to make sure the husband understands a divorce is happening.”

“Sure thing. I’m game. You getting a few boys?”

“Yep. You’re just the first I’m recruiting.”

“Yay, I’m number one.”

Saint smirked, hanging up the phone. He called Pea, Vanilla, and Buzz. They all wanted to go and see the man that had roughed up a woman. Next, he put a call through to Pipe.

“Will you watch over my woman while I go and check out her ex?”

“Sure thing. I’ve got no problem dealing with that shit. You going to make him pay?”

“I’m not going to make him pay, but I am going to make sure he knows exactly what he’s dealing with.”

“Well, I heard from Elena that Melissa is holding a little girls’ get-together. You can go Friday. That way all the women are in one place, and I can keep an eye on the house. You also won’t need an excuse. I’ll let Elena know to get Nat drinking.”

“I knew there was a reason I liked you.”

“Sure thing, Saint.”

Hanging up the phone, he threw it on the bed and rubbed at his eyes.

“There are plenty of women where she came from. She was just a girl, and didn’t know how to really take care of you.” His father patted his back. “Trixie!” His father shouted to the club whore that was everyone’s favorite.

“Dad, no.”

“Son, I insist. You’ve been moping around for the past four months. Nat is gone, and she’s not coming back.”

Trixie had come into his room, intent on making all of his fantasies a reality. When his father left, he’d told Trixie he’d pay her a thousand dollars to tell his father he’d rocked her world, fucking her all night long.

It had taken him a long time to finally sleep with a woman after Nat had left. Each time he touched someone else, it always felt like a betrayal. Natasha had gotten under his skin, into his heart, and not having her in his life had been pure torture. The thought of her being anywhere but with him, made him feel sick to his stomach. He couldn’t lose her, and he refused to give up.

****

“We have a new lady with us tonight,” Melissa said, walking into the sitting room.

Natasha smiled, accepting the glass of wine. Her bruises were starting to fade, along with the aches and pains. She hadn’t found much in the way of work. Saint kept dropping her off at the sex store, and she was pretty much working there. She didn’t have anything else to do. Staying at home all day doing nothing drove her crazy. Being in Saint’s home made her yearn for a life that she had walked away from. There were no children, no families.

She had always imagined she and Saint would end up with a couple of kids together. In her plans she had not seen Saint being part of the Saint and Sinners MC, but the club that had been controlled by his father was not the club that it was today.

“To Natasha, that we don’t know much about other than she can get Saint’s panties in a twist.”

“Can we not talk about my brother or anything to do with panties?” Elena asked. “He is still my brother.”

“We all know there is a lot of history there. Come on, spill,” Melissa said.

“How about we do the introductions first?”

“Fine, fine, fine, I’m Melissa. I’m married to Pea, and I’m awesome.”

Natasha giggled, then took a sip of wine.

“I’m Penny. Rage’s old lady, and I’m also the mother to Leonardo. We’re trying for another baby but so far, nothing.”

“Nice to meet you.”

“I’m a rebel,” Elena said. “I’m not a Saint and Sinners old lady. I’m Pipe’s old lady, and he is the Prez of the Hell’s Wolves.”

“Which is where I come in. I’m Sarah, and I’m also the old lady to Knife. He’s one of the Hell’s Wolves as well.”

“I’m Shannon. I’m a club whore, and I have no intention of settling down.”

Natasha caught the pained look in Melissa’s face as she drank a large gulp of wine.

“I’m Shawl’s old lady,” a blonde said, perking up. She was drinking water. “I’m Emma.”

“So there are more Hell’s Wolves old ladies than there are Saint and Sinners?” Natasha asked.

“It’s why we need you here to balance us out,” Melissa said.

“I’m not an old lady, and I’m not a club whore either.”

“You belong to Saint. You can’t deny it.”

She stared down into her glass. “Saint and I are complicated.”

“Do you love him?” Penny asked.

“What?”

“You’ve been married to a scumbag, and the first person you come to for help is Saint. I think there are some feelings there that you’re not being completely honest about.”

Natasha laughed.

“You left him,” Elena said. “Did you want to leave him?”

Natasha licked her lips, and stared past Elena’s shoulder. “Did I want to leave Saint?” She bit her lip, and suddenly felt a need to cry. “It’s complicated, and even though I did want to leave him, it was who he was becoming I wanted to leave. Let me explain. The first time I met Saint, he was in the school playground, and it was first thing in the morning. We were five years old, and he was moody. I saw him sitting on this swing, looking like someone had taken his toy away. I went up, and pushed him. He didn’t like me at first, but I was pretty persistent.” She smiled, recalling that moment. Out of all of the children at school, Saint had been the one she’d wanted to know. She hadn’t been able to look away.

“He never talks about you,” Elena said.

“Your dad was pretty determined for him to become something when it came to the club. Even before I left, he was fighting. Always turning up at my house bleeding and bruised.”

“He was your childhood sweetheart?” Penny asked.

“Yes.”

“It just seems so surreal that the hard assed Saint could have a sweetheart,” Penny said.

“He wasn’t always like this. Saint wasn’t cold, or hard. He was this sweet guy. He was my first kiss, the first guy I slept with. He was the man that meant everything to me.” Natasha licked her dry lips, then took another gulp of wine. “No, I didn’t want to leave
him.
I hated the thought of it, but I also saw the guy I loved was dying. Every single day your father was turning him into a man I didn’t recognize, I couldn’t recognize, and little by little, it was killing him. In my heart I didn’t leave the boy and man I fell in love with. I had to leave the man your father was turning him into. Saint changed. He was different. He wasn’t mine.” Sucking her lips in, she saw the pity in all of their gazes. “So I left, and I dated a little. Never really got into a relationship. My folks left Sinners’ Corner, and I met Simon. The lovely, a little older, lawyer who seemed nice. I dated him. Never really committing to anything. Then my parents passed, and I thought why not? Why not marry this guy who seems to like me? I liked him. He liked me, it should work. I wasn’t going back to Sinners’ Corner, and my parents were dead.”