Master (Chaos Bleeds Book 8) (10 page)

He patted her back. “You know, in this day and age I’ve been told they do wonders with prosthetics.”

She nodded.

“When Eva started dating Tiny, I wanted to kill the bastard. No one was good enough for my little girl, and to be honest, they’re still not good enough. At first, I wanted her to have a fighter because it meant she’d be closer to home. I’d keep an eye on the little bastard in case he tried any funny business. So her falling for an MC guy … I wasn’t happy. I even contemplated putting a hit out on Tiny.”

“What changed?”

“I saw the way Tiny was with her. Even though the club life is dangerous, The Skulls, they have your back. They’re a family first, not later.”

“Why are you telling me this?”

“So you see the truth. Your leg is gone, and you’re going to need the love and support of a family. Whizz and Lacey come with The Skulls. They’re your family, and for the rest of your life, you’re going to be loved, and protected.”

“You shouldn’t have been a fighter. I’m thinking you should have been a poet,” she said, chuckling.

“Nah, you haven’t seen me fighting, honey. Then you’d see that even with good words, I’ll always be a brute.”

****

Simon looked across the hospital room and saw Tabitha struggling to sleep. She was whimpering, crying out, and it hurt him to see. Climbing out of his bed, he gathered up his equipment when the large guy Gavin came into the room. He was a friend of Ned’s, and had been ordered to take care of them.

His mom had to go home, as had his father.

He wasn’t stupid. Simon knew the threat that had put them in the hospital was still out there.

“Get back to sleep, little man.”

“My girl is hurting, and you’re not going to stop me.” He climbed off the bed, ignoring the pain. Simon had made a promise to Tabitha. As long as he was alive, he would do everything to make her safe. Bad dreams included, and he wasn’t about to break his promise. Even if his father threatened to stop him calling her, he wasn’t going to stop. Gavin took a step closer, and Simon held his hand up. “I will scream if you come any closer. I’ll make sure the nurses don’t let you near me.”

“Look, you little shit—”

Stepping up to the large man, Simon glared. “Finish that, I dare you. My father is Devil, President of the Chaos Bleeds MC. I am going to follow in his footsteps. That club will be mine one day, and I will not forget about this. I will hunt you down, and hurt you, in ways you can’t even imagine. My girl is hurting, and I promised to help her. I’m not going to break that promise.”

He’d listened to his father command the same voice. Simon had spent hours practicing so that he could be exactly like him. Devil was respected and feared. Simon intended to make sure he was the same.

Gavin kept on staring.

“I’m going to lie down with her. That’s all.”

Stepping away from the man, Simon made sure not to turn his back. It was one of the first warnings his father had given him.

“Fuck this. Little shit…” Gavin kept on muttering as he left the hospital room. Wheeling his medication, Simon placed it opposite Tabitha’s, and climbed into bed with her. The movement woke her up, and she gasped staring at him.

“Simon?”

“Yeah, it’s me. You were having a bad dream.”

“I just want them to go away. All the dreams go away.” She lay down, and before her head rested on the pillow, he gathered her up in his arms. She rested her head on his arm, and he stared down at her.

He didn’t know what it was about this girl, but Simon couldn’t stop thinking about her. Love. That’s what it was, love. He loved her more than anything. She called to him in ways he didn’t even know was possible.

“I’m here now. Dreams won’t hurt you.”

“Do you have bad dreams?”

“I dream about you.”

“You know Miles has a girlfriend. Her name’s Bertie, and she goes to our school. I don’t like her.”

“You’re my girlfriend.”

She giggled. “Yeah, I am. Mom says I’m too young to have a boyfriend.”

“What do you say?”

“I don’t care. You’ve always been mine.” Her eyes started to droop. “Don’t go.”

“Never.”

Simon held her as she fell back to sleep, falling himself. This was how he wanted the rest of his life. To fall asleep with Tabitha in his arms.

Chapter Eight

Stink carried his wife across the threshold of the hotel suite, the honeymoon suite that Alex had reserved for them. Sandy giggled as he placed her on her feet.

“Was I getting a little too heavy for you there, sport?” she asked.

“Not at all, but I’m ringing.” He closed the door, at the same time pulling out his cell phone. “What’s up?” Stink asked.

“So, Whizz did his computer nerd thing, and found the gang that took the hit out on us,” Lash said.

“No shit?”

“Lucky for you, we got them, and they’re at the warehouse. I don’t know how long you’re going to be on your honeymoon, but if you want some payback, then you better get your ass here. Nash is going mental on them. Not to mention the others.”

“Is Pussy there?”

Lash paused. “No. He didn’t want to miss Sasha in case she woke up. If she’s disoriented, it could scare her.”

“Okay. I’m going to enjoy my honeymoon. I’ll be back tomorrow.”

“Have fun, brother.”

“Always.” He hung up.

“Do we need to go back?” Sandy asked. She looked worried.

“The group that took the hit, the boys have got them back at the warehouse in Fort Wills. The boys are showing their frustration.”

“Don’t you want to go back?”

He closed the distance between them, wrapping an arm around her waist. “Why would I want to do that?”

“They hurt the club.”

“I know. You see, I can quit my honeymoon with you right now, to go and beat the shit out of a bunch of guys that deserve it. Or I can let the guys get pummeled by those that have been wronged by them. I’ve got you, and I just married you. One night is what we’re going to have. We can deal with the rest when we get back home.”

“One night?”

“Well, it’s one night of many.” He fingered the collar of her shirt. They were both wearing the clothes they had flown in. Neither of them had wanted to waste the time to change.

“So, wife of mine, I think it’s time you took your clothes off, and show me what belongs to me now.”

“Is that right?”

“Yeah. You see, I haven’t explored every single inch of you, and I think I’m going to have to start at the top and work my way down. We’re married now, so you’re going to look very different.”

“How different?”

“Like you belong to me.”

He gripped the lapels of her shirt and tore it down the center. Buttons sprang everywhere.

In response, Sandy groaned. “I love it when you go all tough on me.”

“Baby, I haven’t even started.” He tugged the shirt from her body. Pulling the blade out of his pants, he opened the knife, and sliced the straps of her bra, watching it fall away.

She sighed. “I’m blown away.”

“Don’t worry. I’ve got a few more tricks up my sleeve.”

Closing the knife, he pocked it. Kicking off his boots, he removed his clothing while watching Sandy. She still wore a pair of his briefs, which seemed to swallow her up. When she made to cross her arms over her breasts, he shook his head. “Don’t cover yourself up. I want to see all of you.”

She lowered her arms, and he watched her.

Once he was standing before her naked, he wrapped his fingers around his cock, running up and down the length.

“I just want to fill you with my cum,” he said. He moved toward her, circling her. “I want to lay you down on the bed, pound inside your pretty cunt, and after I’ve filled you, I want to watch it fall from between your pussy lips.” He touched her stomach, and she gasped. “Do you like the sound of that?”

“Yes.”

“Tell me I can do that, Sandy. Tell me I can fill your pretty cunt with cum.”

“Yes, you can.”

Picking her up in his arms, he carried her toward the large bed. Placing her on the edge, he sank down to his knees, and took the boxer briefs off her. Next came the sneakers, and he knelt on the floor.

“Show me your pussy,” he said.

She leaned back and opened the lips of her sex, revealing her creamy clit and cunt. He wanted to taste her. Pushing her back, he flicked his tongue over her clit, sucking the bud into his mouth, and using his teeth to create a small burst of pain. She cried out, and he eased the pain out by licking her pussy.

Moving down, he thrust his tongue inside her, fucking her pussy. He used his fingers to tease her clit when he wasn’t using his mouth. He didn’t stop, making her take every single spark of pain and pleasure.

“Please, Stink, I can’t take anymore.”

Hearing her beg was sweet music to him. When she was at the pinnacle, and he had her poised, ready to go over the edge, he stopped. Getting to his feet, he moved her up the bed. Settling between her spread thighs, he gripped his cock, and sank deep inside her. “This time, as man and wife, I’m going to be inside you when you come. I’m going to feel every little quiver.”

He fucked inside her hard, going to the hilt. Stink didn’t stay there. He pulled out so only the tip remained in. “Finger yourself, baby. I want you to come all over my cock, and only when you have will I give you my spunk.”

She teased her clit, and he groaned at the pleasure of having her surround him.

“Yes, fuck, yes,” she said.

Stink pounded inside her, feeling her cunt tighten around him. The pleasure was out of this world, indescribable, and perfect. “That’s it, baby, come for me. Come all over my cock.”

“I’m so close.”

Leaning down, he took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking on the hard bud. Sliding his tongue across her chest, he did the same to the other one. She was so sensitive, so needy that she came apart, screaming his name.

Stink thrust within her, going deeper. He took hold of her hands, pressing them on either side of her head as she stared into her eyes.

“You’re mine.”

“Yes.”

He fucked her harder than ever before, and this time when he came, he stayed within her, each pulse, flooding her womb with his cum. She didn’t push him away.

Kissing her lips, he held his weight above her, staring into her eyes.

“Don’t you want to watch?” she asked.

He chuckled. “You do like getting a little dirty.”

“Not just a little. I like getting dirty a whole lot of the time.” She cupped his cheek. “Don’t you?”

Pulling out of her pussy, Stink stared down at her cunt watching his cum slowly leave, trailing to her ass, and dripping onto the bed.

Only when he’d looked his fill did he lie beside her. Taking hold of her hand, he kissed the finger where he’d placed the ring. “I love you, Sandy.”

“I love you, too. More than you’d know.”

****

Later that night, or at least early morning, Sandy watched as Stink moved out of the shower, coming back into the bedroom. His body was covered in a layer of water, the moisture dripping down his body, over his ink, and muscles. She wanted to lick every inch of his body. She also caught sight of the ring they had purchased at the chapel.

When they got home, she intended to find the perfect ring for him.

“I can feel you eye-fucking me all the way over here.”

“Really? You can feel that, can you?” She put down the chocolate she was eating, and walked toward him. Sandy wasn’t wearing any clothes, and with Stink, he gave her all the confidence she needed. Years ago, she had always been on a diet to look slim. Even working long hours as a doctor, it had concerned her. For the first time in her life she was more than comfortable being a size sixteen. The curves she’d once detested were now something that she loved. Since being in the club, Sandy had grown comfortable within her own skin, and with that, she’d found her love of food. The time away from the hospital, she’d put on weight, and she loved her fuller body. She loved her big tits, and rounded stomach, and fat ass. All the time she saw death, the thinness combined with the fear and regret. She didn’t want that.

She touched his arm and slowly circled his body, so that where she was looking, he felt the touch.

“
Now
do you feel?”

“It’s hard not to. I feel like little electric shocks are going off in my body.”

“Good. That’s exactly the way I want you to feel.”

She tugged the towel from his hands and threw it to the floor. His cock was already rock hard, and she sank to her knees, licking the tip.

“I’ve been thinking about you,” she said.

“Yeah?”

“Oh yes, and you haven’t lived out all of your promises.”

“I haven’t?” he asked.

She sucked on the head of his cock, bobbing her head up and down before pulling away.

“You’ve neglected my ass.” She pouted up at him.

“Baby, I’m always about saving the best ‘til last.”

She licked the pre-cum that was leaking out of the tip, moaning as she did. Stink was incredibly erotic. She couldn’t recall a time when her heart was pounding, and her pussy on fire for what was about to happen next. Stink took it to the next level, and beyond.

“I’m ready for you,” she said.

He took her hand and helped her to her feet. Stink wrapped his arms around her, and slowly eased her back toward the bed. He took possession of her mouth, kissing her with a passion that took her breath away.

Stink eased her down on the bed until she was lying flat with her legs hanging off the bed. His hands cupped her tits, stroking one nipple before stroking over to the second. He did this, going back and forth, and working her up to a fever pitch. Her pussy was so wet that she felt her cream leaking down the crack of her ass.

He kissed down her body, sucking on each nipple before caressing down her stomach. When he took her clit into his mouth, she gasped, shocked that he would go down on her still. His fingers fucked into her pussy, sliding more of their lubrication to her ass. Stink eased his cock inside her, making her moan as he filled her up.

“You’re so damn tight,” he said, releasing a little growl. She couldn’t look away from him, even as he pulled out, and told her to grip her thighs.

Stink stared at her ass, stroking his fingers over the puckered hole. “Are you sure about this?”

“Yes.” She’d had anal sex plenty of times and knew she enjoyed it.

With Stink, she wanted to share everything with him. Her body, her heart, her soul, everything.

The tip of his cock pressed against her ass, and she pushed out, helping him fight that tight ring of muscles.

He groaned as the tip of him eased inside.

“It may have been a while,” she said.

Stink kept his hand on his dick, and slowly began to fuck in the remaining inches of his length. When he was all inside, Stink paused. “You’ve got it all now, baby.”

“I belong to you now. No part of me will know another man. I’m yours. Only yours.”

He eased out of her ass only to slide in once again. She gasped, and her ass tightened around him. Reaching down, she stroked through her pussy, staring into Stink’s eyes as he looked back at her.

“You’re going to be the death of me.”

“I’d rather die like this, loving you, than any other way.” Sandy didn’t hide her feelings anymore. She embraced them. The love Stink had started building inside her, had only gotten stronger. She loved him, wanted to be with him, and knew it would never stop.

He fucked her ass, and she stared into his eyes, loving the whole of them. No more hiding, no more fighting.

“Fuck my ass, baby,” she said.

They were not two school kids. They were married, mature, and ready to fight the world together.

Sandy looked forward to the future.

Fuck you, Andrew.

You’re going down.

****

“I need you, Sasha. Come back to me.”

Her head was really hurting her, like the worst headache in the world.

“I know the doctors said you weren’t going to wake up, but I want you to prove them wrong. Come on, Sash, give me something, anything.”

Her hand was being squeezed.

What was going on? Something was stuck down her throat. Moving her head from side to side, she heard distant beeping.

“She’s waking up! Doctor! Doctor, get your fucking ass in here.”

Was that Pussy? He sounded distressed, panicked. Had she fallen down again and hurt herself? She was doing that a lot lately. To be honest, she was kind of scared of how often she was bumping into things.

Suddenly, Sasha recalled the banging, the shooting, the pain. Pussy rushing toward her, crashing her to the floor, and then … nothing. There was a whole blur of nothing. There was gunfire, and they had been at The Skulls’ clubhouse.

They had an enemy … who was it?

Master.

No, he had a name.

Andrew.

So much death and carnage.

Opening her eyes, she saw the white ceiling. Blinking her eyes, Sasha frowned. No, that couldn’t be right. She opened her eyes once again, and there was the white ceiling.