Linc's Retribution (23 page)

“You know as much as I do Cassie.”

“That’s a fucking lie.”  Even now he continues to deny about what is happening. “Either you tell me the truth Linc or we call it a day.” I have said it and a part of me means every word I say. “Do you trust me Linc?” Still I do not look at him. Trax’s body merges into Linc’s before it merges into Kent’s, as it merges back to Linc’s.

“I have no intentions of being a widow just yet.”  This time when Linc puts his hands on me I do not shake him off. Instead I curve my body into his.

“I cannot make promises Cassie about not dying. Because one day I will. I Hope we are in our old age by the time that happens. As for trusting you. Turn round Cassie, and look at me.” As he speaks Linc is already turning my body round to face him. Those dark indigo eyes locked on to mine. “I trust you Cassie and I’m not going to lose you.”

“Tell me Linc. Tell me what the fuck is going on.”

To say I was shocked by what Linc told me, would be putting it mildly. That the problems with the club went back to the shooting of Boris the last president of Black County Stewards and that Trax’s attack was in retaliation. He then explained why Flynn had come to Comfort Springs and how he had helped in his training.

That the night Baby Blu and I had come to the club unexpectedly Trax had just killed a man. That there are still two remaining who have to be dealt with, and that they had gone into hiding.

“We’re not sure what happened with Kent and we’re still looking for Charlie. Until then the place is in lock-down and you have to stay here.”  He was telling me things Angel either hadn’t or wasn’t aware of.

“Cassie I love you.” Vaguely I shake my head. I am having problems digesting the information Linc has given to me.

“Hold me Linc.”

Linc leads me to the bed, and we both lay there, saying nothing. For the first time I notice that the ceiling could do with a lick of paint. It’s not as though I was unaware of how the club operates. I have been round long enough to hear the rumors. I have seen the bruises, and cuts on Linc’s body when he has returned home from one of his fights. Stupidly I shut it all out, denying to myself the kind of man I’m married too.

“Let me love you Linc,” crawling up his body, I place my lips against his. The kiss is soft, sweet and long. The lips kissing mine belong to the gentle man who loves me. A man who has always kept me safe.

Straddling his body, my finger follows the contours of his nose, dipping down to trace his bow lips. Linc’s tongue flickers out to coat the tip of my finger. But I do not let them linger there. Gracefully my fingers follow the outline of the tattoo on his throat. My contact with his flesh is broken by the neck line of the black T-shirt he is wearing. With a little scuttling, I’m now sat across his crotch and can feel his cock as it pushes against my panties.

Teasingly, I remove the T-shirt, leaving a trail of kisses up his sides as his T-shirt slides upwards.

Linc places his hands behind his head. His eyes lazy with passion as they insolently watch my movements. My fingers trace my image. Yes this man loves me. Playfully, I begin to play with his nipple. A nipple with an ear inked round it and pierced. When the nipple is hard and erect from my finger play, I suck the nub into my mouth, flickering the ring over and back on the nipple. As my tongue plays, my free hand snakes over to the over nipple to gently play, pulling on the nub. Linc’s crooning reaches my ears, making me wet.

Satisfied with my work, I move my mouth to the other nipple. Only to bite on it and tug at the hard nub. Again I lavish attention on the rosy flesh. When I’m done with his nipples I let my tongue have free rein of his body, licking and suckling on the flesh. The flesh at his side is not missed. Finally I arrive at his belly button. Suckling on the nub. My hands move down to the front fastening of his cargo pants as Linc’s hips raise.

Not bothering to remove my mouth from my goal, I undo the fasting and push his pants down his hips. The only aid Linc gives me is to raise his hips. “Shit Cassie, our friend is calling out for your attention.”

“He will have to wait Linc. I have more important stuff to do.” I mumble round his belly button. Linc is ticklish and with a swipe of my tongue across his abdomen. I feel the flinch at my contact as Linc clenches his muscles. Several more swipes has short sharp gasps escaping from Linc.

“Cassie,” ignoring the warning in Linc’s voice, I trail my tongue down to his thigh. With each swipe of my tongue against his inner flesh. I carry on ignoring the pulsing flesh of his cock as it bounces against the side of my face. The coarse hair on his legs tickles my face as I move across to the other leg and minister it in the same way. Impulsively I kiss the base of Linc’s cock before I shuttle down the bed to finish removing his shoes and pants.

Spread out before me is my man. Warts and all. I love him. Laying across his body, I once more take Linc’s lips in a soul searing kiss. As I deepen the kiss as my hand seeks and finds his hard throbbing cock. With each thrust of my tongue into Linc’s mouth I pump my hand up and down his cock. Feeling it swell. The rough texture of his veins rub against the soft flesh of my palm. Pre-cum is leaking out of the tip, which I rub in to his shaft with my thumb. Linc’s cock is too large for my fingers to meet, but still I pump him with only one hand.

With each thrust of my downward hand, Linc lifts his hips searching, begging for more contact. Still I thrust my tongue into his mouth, tasting him. I have Linc so worked up he’s about to cum in my hand and I cannot have that. Swiftly I press on the base of his cock, the pressure of my touch stopping his orgasm.

“Bitch.”

Linc’s insult does not bother me as I crawl down and take his cock into my mouth. Bit by bit I take him in slowly, swirling my tongue round the hard pulsing shaft. Satisfied with the rhythm that I have going I reach round to his ass and insert my thumb, pushing it in searching and finding his G-spot. “Fuck Cassie, are you trying kill me?”

Without releasing his cock, I raise my eyes to Linc’s face. He’s not as casual now. His hands are gripping on to the headboard as I suck more of his cock into my mouth. The head is now at the back of my throat, bouncing softly. Flinching when I scrape my teeth on the underside as I release him before taking him in again.

“Fuck Cassie, I’m going to cum. You going to swallow Baby.” With a firm pressure of my thumb in his ass I have given Linc my answer, and without any further ado. Linc cums in my mouth, as I swallow the salty taste of my man.

“Your turn Baby.” Linc hauls me up the bed by the pit of my arms before laying me on my back. “Fuck, I love the taste of me on your tongue Cassie.” Yep, Linc has no problems kissing my when I have just taken a load from him.

Not content with my mouth, Linc moves lower to the base of my throat, where he gently sucks on the flesh in the dent. My pussy is wet and begging for attention. The clit pulsing with the life Linc has given it. After sucking on the spot, Linc lavishes his tongue over the small marking he will have left.

His hands are holing mine in place above my head so I’m unable to touch him. A mummer of appreciation leaves Linc’s lips as he moves down to my breast. The tender flesh is crying out for his attention, and Linc’s tongue does not let me down as he lavers them with his salvia. Before tugging on the nubs with his teeth. The slight pain has me arching my hips up as I dig my feet into the firm mattress.

“Linc.”

“Eh, eh Baby. My turn.”  My breasts are a playground to Linc as he releases my hands to push the globes together. His hands squeeze them. While his fingers kneed the firm flesh

“Hands Cassie.” Shit, quickly I place them on the headboard for purchase. Linc prolongs his play with my breasts by pulling on the nubs before letting them go. Only to do it again. Each pull and tug on my nipples, has my pussy weeping for attention. Delighted with the reaction he is receiving from my breasts. Linc lowers his mouth to take both nipples into his mouth. Sucking and nibbling on the flesh until he has me withering beneath him.

“Linc now!” 

I may be begging, but Linc is not giving me what I need. With his persistent torture of my nipples, his fingers find their way to my pussy, only to spread the cream before he slides a finger into my pussy. The muscles there grasp on to his finger as though it’s a lifeline. Silently my body begs for release. Instead, he inserts a second finger. Only to start thrusting hard and deep. His fingers scrapping along the wall of my pussy, teasing slowly only to change again.

“Linc fuck me. Fuck me now.” With each pull on my nipple and each thrust of his fingers my body bows as my neck arches back. “Linc please.” Still the torture continues. Each time just as I think I have found my release, Linc would redraw. Only to begin again.

Gently Linc spreads my legs, his mouth leaving my breast before descending on to my mouth in a hard punishing kiss. As his tongue thrusts into my mouth, he thrusts his cock in to my pussy. Hell it never takes long before my man’s ready for me.

Each plunge Linc delivers is slow and precise. His tongue thrust in to my mouth as he pulls his cock out. His cock slides in to my pussy, as he pulls his tongue out. The weight of his hips prevent mine from moving as his hands return to pull on my nipples. Unable to stop I explode from the ministrations Linc has inflicted on my body.

“Fuck, yes, yes….” My body is still shaking from the intense orgasm it has received, and my breath is shallow as I gasp for air. When Linc thrusts for the final time, spurting his semen into me.

“Marry me Cassie.”

Linc’s cock is still deep inside me. His gaze is intense as he stares into mine.

“Marry me Cassie.”

Chapter 32

Linc and Cassie
are standing close together in the club. The room is full with members of Devil’s Comfort, who have come to witness the occasion. Their renewing of their vows, is vastly different to when they had eloped. Cassie is wearing a red retro style wedding dress chosen by Baby Blu. In the background Mama I’m Coming Home plays as Linc swears on the club bible that he will love Cassie forever.

The affair is both somber and joyous. My brother Kent remains in a coma. Twiggy and Trax are still on the road. And my personal antagonist has not left my side since the attack.

I’m delighted for Cassie. It has not been easy for her over the last 6 months. However she has quietly forgiven Linc for the pain he caused her. I wonder if I’m strong enough to do that or if Devil’s Comfort has beaten me and I will be leaving Comfort Springs.

The wedding reception is in full swing and still Tabby follows me as I go over to Linc and Cassie to offer them my congratulations. As I join them, so does Inferno and Baby Blu. Inferno is holding Baby Blu in much the same manner as Linc hold’s Cassie. Their arms loose round their waist. There joint happiness causes me a twinge of jealousy because I know I will never have that.

My ride to this moment has been both joyous and heartbreaking. In my journey I have fallen in love with a man. A man whore. The day I ran over his bike should have been my omen to stay away from Connor “Tabby” Gallagher. It’s just a pity he was not on the bike at the time.

Covertly I look at the giant with his wild red hair and startling clear green eyes. The laughter that was once there, now hidden behind the pity I see each time he looks at me.

“Time to throw the bouquet Cassie.” Baby Blu’s laughter is contagious and as my laughter blends in with hers we watch the men take a wide berth.

“OK ladies stand back and catch.”

I do not have any intentions of catching the beautiful bouquet of roses and orchids
.
Standing as far away as possible, I watch in slow amazement as the flowers come my way. With a will of their own, my arms raise as I catch the flowers and smell their scent.

Automatically my eyes drift across the room to Tabby. His face has turned pale and I cannot take anymore. Swiftly dropping the flowers on to the table next to me I run from the hall.

As soon as the fresh air hits my nose, my stomach heaves, and vomit is flowing from my mouth.

“You OK Rayven?”

Shit, why the hell did he follow me outside?

Hormones, I can blame my hormones for my reaction. “No Tabby I’m not. For the last eighteen months you have used me as your personal slave. I have done every shitty job you have thrown at me. I have put up with your crap and with your women. Well not anymore.”

My throat is sore and I desperately need a drink. It doesn’t bother me that I might have vomit on my face as I continue with my speech. “It was a fucking accident Tabby, I did not mean to leave the brake off the car. I forgot it was faulty, and I am done paying for it.”

To ease the pain and to give myself time. I draw in a deep breath. “My brother is in the hospital and he is in a coma because of this stupid club.” Without giving him time or a chance to reply.

Now my mouth is running wild and I do not care if I hurt him or not. “Cassie and Linc have been trying for years to have a baby without any luck. You fuck me once Tabby, fucking once and I get pregnant. And you ask me if I’m OK.”

Tabby may have been pale before. However his skin has now turned grey, and if I did now know the man better. I would swear he was about to puke. Great, that’s all we need. More vomit on the porch.

“That baby’s not mine Rayven,”

“Well it certainly is not the turkey baster’s.” I yell back at him. Disgusted with the giant, I turn and bump in to the iron wall of Crabby, who has come out and joined us on the porch. His arms wrap round my shaking body.

“Come on Ray let’s get you home.” The comforting tone of Crabby’s voice confirms that he heard our conversation and his voice breaks the barrier which was holding my tears back.

“Rayven,” Without looking back I ignore Tabby, letting Crabby guide me down the steps towards the club’s SUV.