Sully (Henchmen MC: Next Generation #13)

Chapter Sixteen

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Sully

I’d almost forgotten about the dog.

In my defense, fucking Bonnie had damn near been a life-altering experience.

Which was saying something because everyone knew that I was the sort who could never commit to a favorite meal, who liked to sample the whole menu.

So, yeah, there’d been a lot of sweaty fun in my life. And still, with all that to reference back to, it had been different with Bonnie. More intense. Unexpected.

Who’d have thought that all that soft, sweet, and timid would like things hard and rough, would melt and burn and, fuck, suck me off like it was something she’d been waiting to do for her whole damn life.

Shit.

Just the memory had my cock trying to stir to life again.

And it damn sure wasn’t the time now.

“Coming,” I said, pressing a hand to the small of Bonnie’s back and pulling her with me out of the kitchen.

“Oh!” she gasped, mouth falling open before breaking into a big smile. “Hey, baby!” she cooed, all self-consciousness abandoned in the face of a cute dog.

She was cute, too.

She was a medium-sized dog with mostly white fur and patches of brown on her face and the middle of her back. Niro had been right; she looked like a mix of an Australian Shepherd and a Golden Retriever.

“Oh, aren’t you the prettiest thing,” Bonnie went on, making the dog’s impressively long and furry tail whip side to side. “You’re a sweet baby, aren’t you?” she asked as Niro released the leash to let the dog rush forward toward Bonnie, dropping down on the ground at her feet, offering up her belly.

“You little ham, you,” Bonnie cooed, dropping down on the floor as well, reaching into the dog’s thick fur. “Oh, you’re a mama, huh? Where are your babies?”

“They were all adopted,” Niro told her, giving her the soft look he usually saved for his wife and her love of animals.

“And no one wanted her?” Bonnie asked, and I swear water filled her eyes.

“Well, that’s why she’s here. Sully said he might be interested. And you.”

“He did?” she asked, looking over at me, her face a mix of hope and… accusation?

“I did,” I said, nodding.

“They’re a ten-plus year commitment,” she said.

“I know. What’s her name?” I asked Niro.

“Zima.”

“Zima?” Bonnie asked, close to laughing.

“The litter had a whole theme. Discontinued drinks. There was Tab, Surge, Slice, Orbitz. And, of course, Ecto.”

“Ecto,” she repeated.

“She might be a little young to remember Ecto Cooler, man,” I reminded Niro.

“Well, Zima. I would love to look after you while I’m here,” she said.

There was a hint of sadness in her voice I couldn’t ignore. Because she’d just met the dog but was in love with her already. That said, her living situation outside of the clubhouse hadn’t changed. And she was probably thinking it was too soon to hope for more than some casual fun weeks with me.

She then riddled Niro with about a hundred questions about her brand of food, her treat preferences, the types of toys she preferred, and her potential fears.

“She was a street dog,” Niro said, rubbing Zima’s head. “Had those babies behind a dumpster and protected the fuck outta them until a rescue came across them and drove them up to Jersey. She’s grateful for everything.”

The sad look on Bonnie’s face told me that the order of business after Niro headed out and Zima came in from a walk around the grounds was to hand Bonnie my phone and tell her to go crazy buying shit to spoil the dog.

“What’s with all the tabs?” I asked, glancing over her shoulder.

“Trying to decide between these chews and toys,” she said.

“Let me see,” I said, plucking the phone out of her hand so I could add them all to the cart. “There. Problem solved.”

“Can I ask you something?” she asked, watching me with a curious head tilt.

“Anything.”

“How much do bikers make?”

“Ha,” I said, huffing out a breath. “That’s… complicated. For most clubs, even outlaw clubs, they don’t draw any kind of income from the club. They might use their status as a club member to work other jobs. Dealing drugs, enforcing, running girls. But there are some clubs, like this one, that let us draw a salary. Aside from the high-ups like Fallon and Brooks, the rest of us all make the same amount. Equal pay for roughly equal work.”

“Is that why your club is so big?”

“It’s actually kind of on the small side,” I explained. “Which is how they manage to pay everyone, I guess. But, yeah, it’s why there’s a lot of interest, a lot of people who want to prospect here.”

“And all of you just work here?”

“Well, here in the clubhouse. But also… on the road too.”

“Oh, so, like, doing… stuff.”

“Stuff,” I said, smiling. “Yeah. We run guns, honey.”

“You didn’t have to tell me that.”

“It’s not exactly a secret ‘round these parts. That’s how the club makes money. But there are a lot of legitimate businesses going on too. Car businesses, a shooting range, shops the wives have opened with club money. Some of it all circles back in for distribution.”

“Have you ever considered opening a business?”

“No,” I admitted, making her smile. “Still on the newish side around here, all things considered. Just enjoying what this is before I start thinking of anything legitimate. But to answer your question, yeah, we make good money. And it doesn’t hurt that we have no living expenses. We get to pocket just about everything. Most of the guys, when they find their girls, end up just buying the house outright.”

“In this market?” she asked, eyes going round.

“Yep. I mean, they’re not mansions. But, yeah.”

“Who wants a mansion anyway?” she asked, shaking her head. “I just want something with a fenced backyard. And maybe a dedicated craft room. Even if it’s in the basement.”

Suddenly, I was picturing houses, fences, and a craft room of anyone’s dreams, with a ton of built-ins and organization, work surfaces of equipment, and other ones left empty for working on projects.

I had that shit all mapped out in minutes.

That was… some wild shit.

“When do you think we will be able to take her for a walk? Like… outside of the grounds here?” she clarified.

I was a little too busy enjoying the way my stomach flipped with how casually she used the ‘we’ word right there to come up with a possible date.

“I don’t know,” I admitted. “I know it sucks being stuck here…”

“What? No. No, I didn’t mean that at all,” she said, looking horrified that I thought she was unhappy here. “I was just kind of worried about her socialization. I mean, if she was on the street, I’m assuming she’s used to cars and bikes and stuff. I like it here. Really.”

“Like it here too,” I said, slinging an arm around her shoulders. “But I’m still looking forward to taking you out somewhere nice. And getting you just drunk enough to sing karaoke with me and the girls.”

“I don’t think there’s enough tequila in the state for that,” she said, eyes warm.

“I can be… very persuasive,” I told her, leaning down to press my lips to her neck.

A vibrating sound moved through her.

“I believe that,” she agreed, angling her head over, a silent invitation to explore her neck a little more.

“Oh, we are gonna take a little outing sometime this week,” I said, pulling away when my cock started to get all sorts of ideas for shit I couldn’t be doing with Bonnie in the common area.

“Really? Where?”

“Hailstorm,” I told her. “Fallon told me I have to go. I figured you’d want to come and play with all the dogs.” And if we found a quiet corner in the labyrinthine interior of the shipping container compound for me to pull down her pants and fuck her hard and fast… then so be it.

“It’s safe?”

“Safest place in Navesink Bank,” I assured her. “It’s an interesting place. Lots of shit to check out, if you’re interested.”

“Okay,” she agreed.

“You could stay here if you don’t wanna go. Read something smutty. Think of me.”

“No, no. I want to go. I’m sorry I’m gonna come home smelling like other dogs,” she told Zima, who was busy turning in circles on the couch, trying to find the best position.

“Seems real broken up about it,” I said, smiling at her as she let out a deep, long-suffering sigh when she finally got into her spot. “Oh, she doesn’t like birds, by the way.”

“Birds?”

“I mean, I don’t know her feelings on doves and chickadees or shit like that. But Niro said she doesn’t like the macaws at her foster home.”

“I don’t blame you. Those beaks are nightmare fuel,” she said, wincing. “I had a nightmare about one once.”

“Really? What did it do?”

“Pulled my earring out,” she said, doing a full-body shiver.

I’ll admit, I’d done some crazy shit; I’d experienced some gnarly shit. But, yeah, there was something about that earring thing that sent a shiver down my spine too.

“Right?” she asked, watching me.

“You get nightmares about all kinds of shit, huh?”

“Yeah. It was a lot of stuff like animals or monsters or stuff when I was a kid. As I got older, it became more about being lost, about being chased, that sort of thing. I sleep better here, though,” she added.

“Had a couple nightmares here,” I reminded her.

“Yeah, but I normally keep falling back into them when I wake up. Until I eventually give up because then I’m too anxious to sleep. It’s not like that here.”

“Maybe it’s having… company when you sleep?” I suggested.

“I mean, that hasn’t done much in the past. Actually, I think it was worse. But that was different.”

I could hear between the words there.

They were different.

And that slice of hurt in her eyes didn’t leave much to the imagination. She’d dated some shitty guys in the past. Likely ones who used her anxiety against her. Or laughed it off. Or gave her even more shit to stress about.

“It’s because the dream baddies know I will kick their asses,” I said, lightening the mood again.

“That must be it,” she agreed, eyes warm. “Now that she’s settled for a bit, I’m going to go grab a quick shower.”

Oh, no.

We were going to have a nice, long shower.

But I let her go ahead and get started without me before making my way in.

I gave the bathroom door a quick knock, not wanting to send her into fight-or-flight by startling her.

“I’ll just be a few—“ she started to call. Until she saw the door opening. “Oh,” she said, breath sighing out.

Closing the door behind me, I reached to remove my shirt, loving how she didn’t even pretend not to be watching.

Her gaze followed my hands as I went to my pants, pushing them down. And, fuck, the way her breath caught when she found I was already hard made my desire grow.

“Want some company?” I asked, moving forward to reach into the medicine cabinet.

“Yes,” she whispered as I grabbed a condom before joining her.

She leaned her head back, washing the conditioner out of her hair as I placed the packet on one of the shelves on the wall while my gaze slid over her.

The water was scalding, making the skin over Bonnie’s chest go bright pink. But a different kind of heat crept across her cheeks as my hand slid down, closing around my cock and stroking it lazily.

A cute-as-fuck little whimper escaped her as she pressed her thighs tightly together, trying to ease the ache growing between.

“Remember our goal?” I asked, stepping closer until I had her pinned up against the shower wall. “How many was it?” I asked when she nodded.

“Eight.”

“Eight,” I agreed, lips curving up as my hand slipped up her thigh, then pressed between her legs.

Her legs shook at the barely-there touch, and I was reasonably sure that eight was a pretty damn conservative goal.

“You’re gonna give me one just like this,” I told her, my lips at her neck as my fingers teased up her cleft to work around her clit, but not quite making contact. “Sound good?” I asked even as her hips started to work in little circles, impatient.

“Yes,” she sighed as my lips moved up her neck toward her ear.

I kissed down her jaw before sealing my lips to hers to swallow her moan as my finger finally made contact with her clit.

It wasn’t long after that.

She was too needy, too far gone.

I didn’t even get a chance to slip my fingers inside her to feel the pulsations before her body was tensing, her thighs shaking, and the orgasm was pulling her under over and over again.

Before she could fully come back down, though, my fingers were slipping into her tight pussy, using the heel of my hand against her clit, knowing it was likely too sensitive to keep circling it just yet.

It wasn’t long before she was rocking against my palm, before she was whimpering against my lips, her hands scratching down my back.

Her hand tried to slip between us, tried to grab my cock and give me the same sweet torment I was giving her.

But I had a goal in mind.

And, damnit, she wasn’t going to distract me from it.

“Not yet,” I said, biting down hard on her lip, loving how her pussy tightened around my fingers at the little slice of pain.

I worked her relentlessly until I felt her tightening, then spasming around my fingers as she choked on a small moan.

I was down on my knees before she could even catch her breath again, guiding one of her legs over my shoulder to open her up to me.

My fingers stayed inside her as my tongue worked her clit. Between how wet she was, and the shower water cascading down her and onto me, I was at serious risk of drowning. Not that that was going to slow me down, though. Not when her hips started to writhe, riding my face as I worked her.

The third climax pretty quickly followed.

“I… can’t,” she panted afterward, her inner thighs shaking so hard that I wasn’t sure she was going to stay upright.

She was probably right when it came to her clit. She was going to be way too damn sensitive to keep working her.

But we were nowhere near done.

“Sure you can,” I countered. “Right?” I asked as I kept her leg around my hip while I stood, spreading her enough to press my cock against her cleft.

Her head fell back against the wall with a needy sound that damn near made me take my eyes off the prize right then and there.

“Sully, please,” she moaned, fingers digging into my ass as she writhed.

I didn’t need more than that.

I reached for the condom, slipped it on, yanked her leg up high, then surged deep inside her.

There was no teasing them.

Just a fast, frantic pace. Her loud, constant moans. The scrape of her nails. The nip of her teeth on my shoulder. The squeezing of her pussy around my cock just before she came once again.

There was no letting her come back down. Not now.

I slid away, grabbing and turning her, then slamming back into her from behind, her throaty moan making me need to press my head against her shoulder and take a few deep breaths.

But then my hands were on her hips, dragging her back against me as I thrust.

The new position, the way my cock was rocking against the top wall, engaging her G-spot, had her forgetting all about not being able to come again.

And when she did?

It was with her whole fucking body trembling.

While she was still gasping for breath, I hooked an arm around her, taking her with me out of the shower stall, worried she was getting too out of it to stay on her feet on the slippery surface.

So I took us right down on the bathmat instead, her straddling me but faced away.

The second she settled, a whimper escaped her at the pressure of my cock against her top wall.

It didn’t take long for her to start moving, to find the rhythm that worked for her, then riding me harder and faster as the need gripped her once again.

The orgasm, when it came, was just a gasp and full-body tensing.

I reached for her, pulling her back against my chest, then reaching down to press a hand between her thighs, working her clit again as my other hand moved up, pressing around her throat. Not cutting off any air, just a firm pressure that seemed to anchor her again.

“Sully…”

“You owe me two more, sweetness,” I said, pressing a kiss to her throat.

“I can’t,” she objected, but the way her pussy was tightening said something else entirely.

“You can tap out,” I told her, rocking my hips the slightest bit, dragging a mewling sound out of her. “Or you can come around my cock two more times. Then take a nice, long nap.”

A little laugh escaped her, but there were no more objections as I rubbed her clit until another orgasm, this one slow and deep, moved through her.

“Last one,” I said, moving until she was on all fours. “And I get to come with you this time too.”

There was no more taking my time, not a single fucking drop of self-control left inside of me.

My hand dug into her hip, slamming her back into me as I thrust forward. Hard and fast, the sound of our fucking ricocheted off the walls in the room as my hand tracked up her spine to grab a small handful of her hair at the base of her skull, pulling back when the force of my thrusts threatened to send her inching across the room.

But the sting of pain across her scalp had her moaning and pulling harder against my hold as she folded her upper half down, her ass high up for me.

“That’s it,” I groaned as her walls tightened and her moans became desperate whimpers. “Squeeze my cock.”

Then she did.

And I swear I fucking blacked out with my own orgasm.

When I did manage to come back to my right mind, though, I found Bonnie looking completely and utterly fucking spent.

“Guess it wouldn’t be gentlemanly to say I told you so , huh?” I asked, massaging her ass cheek. “Then again, I’ve never claimed to be a gentleman,” I said, pulling her back until her front was against me, my arms around her belly and chest. “So… I told you so,” I said, kissing her neck as a little laugh escaped her. “Want a nap?” I asked.

She could barely manage a nod in answer.

So I dried her off, helped her into some panties and one of my zip-up hoodies, then deposited her in the bed.

I opened the door to the hall, and by the time I cleaned up all the water in the bathroom, Zima had not only made her way into the room but had climbed up in the bed with Bonnie.

Bonnie was out cold with her arms around the dog, who seemed all too happy for the snuggles.

“Can I scoot in there too?” I asked, starting to put a leg up on the bed.

But I swear to fuck, Zima gave me a look that said I think you’ve done enough.

And hey, she wasn’t wrong.

Besides, I actually felt kind of energized from my win. So I made my way back out of the room, ready to finally pull my weight and do a guard shift while Bonnie rested.

“Wait… what?” Brooks asked, looking at me like I’d grown another head.

“Guard… shift?” I repeated.

“You’re volunteering for work?” Nave asked at Brooks’s side, brows pinched.

“It is my job.”

“Job,” Brooks repeated.

“You okay, man?” Nave asked, smirking at me. “You on something?”

“On what?” Dezi asked, coming out from the kitchen with a cheese danish in his hand. “You holding out on me?” he asked, looking at me. “Not cool, man. I share all my sweets with you.”

“I’m not on anything,” I said. “Though I haven’t forgotten about you taking that whole batch of edibles, man.”

“Hey, sometimes you gotta get high with your honey and fuck under the stars surrounded by donuts.”

“That’s… a lot more than I needed to know,” Brooks said with one of his long-suffering dad sighs I’d actually gotten kind of fond of over the years. “Anyway… fine. Take the glass room. Rune has been up there all day.”

“Got it,” I agreed, nodding.

“Oh, and Sully?” he called as I walked away.

“Yeah?” I asked, turning back.

“Think I like this girl for you.”

The crazy shit, I realized after he said it, I was pretty sure I did too.