Revenge (8 page)

“I love being part of the club,” Lexie said. “Elizabeth,
Simon, and Josh, they’re all taken care of, and the club would die for them.
There’s not much a mother could ask for.”

Eva smiled. “Yeah, I know. Sometimes it scares me what
the men are willing to do to protect their loved ones. Life shouldn’t be like
that.”

“It’s the club life. Was it ever like that in Vegas
with your father?”

Picking up a can of crushed tomatoes, Eva glanced over
her shoulder to look at the other woman.
“No, not really.
My dad, he wasn’t the sort of man who took any crap. Yeah, he does dirty deals,
but he never brought it to me.” She shrugged her shoulders. Thoughts of her
father always affected her. Eva wasn’t used to being forced not to see him. It
was strange. After years of being able to see him whenever she wanted, she hadn’t
minded staying away. Having another man, whom she despised, ordering her around
and stopping her from seeing her father pissed her off. No one should have the
power to stop her from visiting her father. Talking on the phone was great, but
it didn’t make up for the missed time together, and it angered her, the power
one man held over her life.

“I’m sorry. Devil told me what happened. It must suck
not getting to see your dad.” Lexie placed a comforting hand on her shoulder.
There wasn’t much comfort to be had in the touch, but Eva appreciated the
gesture.

“You don’t get to see your sister.”

“Yeah, well, she was happy to let Devil kill me for
Simon. I’m so not missing her.” Lexie rolled her eyes, chuckling. “I sound evil
now. I’m an evil bitch because I don’t miss my sister.”

“No, you’re full of sense, and you’re soon going to be
full of cock.” Devil’s voice interrupted the moment. Turning toward the doorway
of the pantry Eva saw Devil standing there with his arms above his head,
holding onto the door ledge. His gaze was focused on his woman. From the look
in his eyes, Eva knew he had sex on the brain. All of the bikers in the club
had sex on the brain. It was insane how they could all think of sex at a time
like this.
You fucked Tiny last night.
Yeah, she couldn’t talk. She’d been enjoying pleasure in her own man’s arms.
Thinking about sex and actually doing it was way more fun than dealing with the
fear that Gonzalez created.

“Hey, Devil,” she said.

His eyes never left Lexie while she spoke. If staring
could be fucking, Devil would have Lexie bent over and taking his cock by now. She
hoped he appreciated her presence and didn’t actually start fucking in front of
her.
“Hey, Eva.
What are you ladies doing?”

“Stop it, Devil. You’re not interested in what goes on
in the pantry. What’s up?”

Eva chuckled as he raised an eyebrow. His stare alone
said it all.

“I wanted to see how you were doing. Do I need a
reason to talk to my woman?”

Lexie rolled her eyes. “There’s always a reason when
you’re in Fort Wills. You’ve got Tiny, the club, and a lot of loud music. Why
would you want me?”

Going back to inventorying the pantry, Eva listened to
the lovesick couple talking.

“Woman, I’ll always need you.”

She heard Devil move. Glancing over her shoulder she
saw he’d claimed Lexie’s lips and banded an arm around her waist. “I’ll never
need an excuse to see you, Lex. Simply breathing is reason enough for me to
come and see you.”

The kiss was explicit as was the way he glided his
hand up to stroke Lexie’s nipple. Need for Tiny swamped Eva. Averting her gaze,
she continued to take stock of the room, wishing her own man had sought her
out.

“The kids are being looked after, baby.” Devil spoke
in a hushed tone. His meaning was clear. They were free to fuck without
worrying about their kids. Eva knew the feeling even if she did rarely get to
experience it.

“Eva, are you okay with finishing this up?” Lexie
asked.

“Sure, go and have some fun.”

She waved a hand at them, shooing them away. Some
scuffling was followed by silence at their departure. Sitting on her butt she
looked up the long wall, wishing things were different. She loved Tiny and
their kids. She even loved the life of being a biker’s woman, an old lady. This
waiting around for the bad guy to strike was what she hated the most. Angel and
Lash were back from their vacation, and instead of being happy, they were all
on guard. In the next couple of days they were going to have to get Gash out of
prison, and then life had to carry on as normal.

Normal with a killer on the loose, intent on causing
problems,
shouldn’t be normal. She rubbed at her eyes as
tears started to fill them. Being upset wasn’t right. She didn’t have time in
her busy schedule to cry over what was happening. There was no way for her stop
anything. The only way she could help Tiny was by standing beside him while
they took the enemy on. Her cell phone ringing pulled her out of her melancholy
thoughts.

“Hello,” she said, answering the call without looking
at the ID of the person.

“Hey, honey, how are you hanging in there?” Ned
Walker, her father, asked.

“You always call when I need you.” She wiped under her
nose, reaching in front of her to grab a tissue. These days she needed to keep
tissues on her person for her small breakdowns.

“What’s the matter, honey? Did that bastard do
anything to you?”

She chuckled. He always threatened Tiny whenever he
called. It was funny even though she didn’t doubt for a minute that Ned would
hurt Tiny if she asked. Her father was very protective of her, and she didn’t
mind. It was nice having a man worry about her.

“No, I don’t want you to hurt him. It’s just this shit
with Gonzalez. I don’t know, it’s all getting to me, you know?”

Ned sighed over the line. “It’s a shit situation we’re
all in.”

“I’m scared.” She’d never in all of her years ever
admitted to being scared before. This was a first. Being around a father who
controlled a bunch of fighters, she had found it hard to be afraid of anything.
She was finding it a lot easier now to be scared.

“Baby, honey, you’ve got to be strong. Talk to Tiny. I
hate his fucking guts, but I also respect him. There’s no one else I’d trust
with your safety than that man.”

Wiping the tears that had fallen, she smiled. “I
know.”

“He loves you.”

“I know. It’s not him I’m worried about. What’s going
to happen? I don’t know what I’ll do without him, Dad.”

Ned was silent on the other end of the line. “You’re
my daughter. You’ll do what I’d expect you to.”

“What?”

“Anything happens to Tiny, you’ll get Miles and
Tabitha and all your passports, and then you’re on the first flight here. I
don’t give a shit what anyone says. You’re my daughter, and you’ll come fucking
home.” She heard some muttering in the background. “Do you hear me, Eva? You
will come home and I’ll protect you along with my boys. You’ve got nothing to
worry about in that respect.”

“I can’t stand for anything to happen to him or any of
the club.”

“We’ve all got to deal with losing someone. Don’t let
it scare you, Eva. You’re better than this. You’re a club woman, an old lady to
Tiny. Deal with the shit when it comes, but until then, embrace the time you’ve
got him. I can’t promise it won’t hurt. It will. It’ll hurt more than anything
you’ve ever known, but afterward, you’ll slowly start to mend the pieces of
your broken heart.”

“It’s going to go bad, isn’t it?” she asked, hearing
the fear in his voice.

“I’m preparing you for the worst in the hope it
doesn’t happen. All I’ve ever done is
try
to prepare
you.”

“Daddy, I’m not ready for this.”

“You will be. No one is ready for it until it actually
happens.”

Noise near the door made her look up. Tiny was staring
down at her with concern in his eyes.

“I’ve got to go.”

“Talk with Tiny or I will.” Those were Ned’s final
words before she hung up the phone.

Wiping the last of her tears aside, she smiled at him.
“I didn’t hear you approaching.”

“Your dad going
to come and kick my ass?”
Tiny helped her
to her feet.

“No, of course
not.”

He had the pantry door closed with her pressed up
against it. “I don’t want you to be afraid.” Her chest was to the door. Tiny
wrapped her hair around his fist, moving the strands out of his way.

“I can’t help it.”

“Then try. I’ll never let anything happen to you,” she
heard him say as he inhaled her scent. His tongue licked a path from the pulse
in her neck to her earlobe. “You’re
my everything
,
Eva.” He bit down, making her moan.

“Please,” she said, begging.

With his free hand, he glided his fingers up
underneath her shirt.

“I need to be inside you. Fucking you is never enough.
I’ve got to have you again.” He tore open her shirt. Someone pushed on the
handle of the pantry door about to open it. Tiny slammed his palm against on
the wood. “Fuck off. We’re busy.”

“Oops, sorry, man. I’m hungry,” Pussy said, shouting
through the door.

“Fuck off.”

Tiny palmed her breast even as Pussy’s mumbling
complaints could be heard through the door.

“Tiny?”

“No, I don’t want to hear any complaints from you. I’m
going to fuck you to make us both feel better, and then I’m taking you
shopping. Shut the fuck up complaining. You want this as much as I do.” He
nibbled on her neck, cutting off any complaint she might have had.

With one tug on her bra, he tore the fabric, leaving
her tits hanging free.

“Fuck, I love your body, Eva.
Never
change, baby.
I never want you to change.” He tugged on her nipples,
pinching and stroking the hard peaks. She didn’t have any other choice than to
take his wicked torment.

Eva couldn’t complain about anything he’d done to her.
Each erotic touch set off a burning deep inside her. She needed his hands and
mouth on her body.

“Please,” she said, whimpering.

“I will when I’m good and ready.” He moved onto the
next breast, fingering her nipples. She cried out as the sharp pain went
straight to her clit. “That’s it, baby. Shout my name. Tell me what you want.”

“I want you.”

“Do you want me to stop?”

She shook her head.
“No, anything
but that.”

“Then you better tell me what you want otherwise I’m
leaving you like this.”

“I need you to fuck me.”

“Anything else?” he asked.

“Yes, please, Tiny, shove your cock inside me.”

“Who’s your master?”

She licked her suddenly dry lips. “You are. You’re my
master.”

“Good. You better never forget who you belong to.” He
spun her around, grabbed both of her hands and locked them above her head. With
his gaze still on hers, he leaned down and claimed one of her nipples. The warm
suction of his mouth made her cry out. The sensation was too much yet not
enough. She needed more.

“Please.” Eva wasn’t afraid to beg. She knew deep
down,
Tiny
loved hearing her beg him.

“You can beg all you want. You’re not getting anything
until I’ve had my fun.” He mumbled the words against her breast, tonguing her
nipple.

Crying out, she placed her head against the door,
careful not to hurt herself. When Tiny got started with his lips on her body,
she was always afraid of hurting herself. She could never think clearly or make
sense of the world around her.

He tongued her nipple, licking and sucking the hard bud
into his mouth before he moved onto the next one. Over and over he divided his
time between each nipple, making sure he took his pleasure and gave her some as
well. Her body was his own personal toy for him to play with. She loved every
second of his touch.

“Keep your hands there.” He applied pressure to her
wrists above her head.

When he released her hands, she kept them above her
head, refusing to move them. He tugged at the button on her jeans before slowly
sliding them down her thighs.

“Step out of them.”

There was no point in arguing with him. Stepping out
of the jeans, she kicked them aside, waiting to see what he’d do next.

Kneeling in front of her, he slid his hands up the
outside of her thighs. Closing her eyes, she bit her lip to try to lock in her moan.
It didn’t work. He tore the panties she wore right off her body then stood back
up in front of her, his fingers working between her slit.

“Fuck, baby, you’re soaking wet. I didn’t know you
wanted me this badly,” he said, muttering the words against her ear.

Two fingers slid inside her cunt as he pressed his
thumb to her clit.

As she cried out, there was no stopping the noise
coming from her mouth. Anyone could hear what was happening, and in that moment
she didn’t care. All she wanted was to have an orgasm and for him to take away
the ache he’d created inside her. Tiny always built the ache inside her from
his touch.