Chapter 21—Bass
Chapter 21— Bass
I ’ve tasted her. Fucked her within an inch of life. The need to see how she screams when she comes has been witnessed ten times over.
So, why do I want to do it again?
I keep coming to the clubhouse, bringing them with me. I say it’s because it’s the safest place, but we both know that’s full of shit. I basically live off the grid, though with some luxuries. I have more weapons in my place than in some states.
The real reason? I’m a fucking pussy.
I fuck women at the club. I don’t bring them home. Till her. And even though we haven’t done shit at my place, the want is there. The need to bend her over the counter or walk up to her while she’s sleeping on the couch and wake her up by shoving my cock down her throat is high. Too damn high.
If I’m at the club, I can use my brothers as a buffer. Either to keep from doing it again, or more likely, when I cave and slide my cock into her sweet tight pussy, so I can do it on my terms and in my club room. I can keep shit straight in my head. That’s the plan, anyway. But my eyes don’t seem to get the fucking picture, as they keep staring at her no matter where we go. My cock jumps to attention when she walks close, and my damn heart beats a new tune when she looks at me.
“You’ve got a problem,” Casper says as he slides into the chair beside me .
I don’t look his way but address him. “That problem physical or mental?”
“Mental.”
I nod. “Yeah, I know.”
We sit in silence for a beat, and I don’t even hide who I’m looking at. I hear him sigh long and hard before he speaks low, so only I can hear and not the brothers who are walking around chatting each other up. “She’s leaving, brother. She’s leaving when her brother, the fucking mafia king of the East Coast, comes and collects.”
“I know.”
He snorts. “You’ve never done anything the easy way, have you?”
I finally look at him and smile wide. “Where’s the fun in that?”
He shakes his head, but at least he’s smiling. “You got an endgame? An idea of how this is going to play out? ’Cause I really don’t see you transferring to another chapter or up and leaving the Hounds. And it will have to be you who leaves, because that girl has been without family for so long that once she gets it back, I don’t see her walking away.”
That drops my smile, and it’s my time to take a deep breath. “I know.” I shake my head, more at myself than anything else. “It won’t come to that. It can’t. She has family, and I do too. Club’s family, and I’m not about to walk out on family. It’s a passing thing, nothing more. Just getting it out of my system while the getting’s good.”
He rises and goes to leave. “Ain’t trying to be a dick. Just calling it like I see it. If it’s a fling, then get it the fuck out of your system. Because if it’s more….” He looks at me as his words tr ail off. He doesn’t need to finish his sentence. I get it. Anything more than a fling is fucking nuts and not really an option for me.
I give him a chin lift, one he returns as he raps his knuckles on the table and walks away. I’ve always respected Casper. He knows his shit. Not sure if his former sniper position made him observant or if he always was. The guy sees things that many don’t. Very few things get past him, and when they do, it pisses him off. It’s only funny when you’re the one who gets something over his head, and only for a hot minute. Then he takes his vengeance, and that isn’t something to laugh about.
The man has a point, though. I need to get whatever this is out and gone before she up and goes. Ain’t the type to be led around by my dick, but if I don’t get this shit taken care of before the time runs out and her brother comes to collect, I don’t know what I’ll do. All I know is that I don’t want it to end, not now.
And that’s what has me rising and going to her. She’s sitting at a table with Abigail, and thank God, ’cause she’s the only non-vamp in the group of women we allow here who knows how to keep her mouth shut. The rest are just as bad as the brothers, gossiping about and starting shit.
“Let’s go.”
Milly looks up at me and raises one perfectly manicured eyebrow. “And where would we be going?”
I don’t say anything, just grab her by the upper arm and pull her up. She goes willingly enough that I don’t hurt her, and once she stands, I keep my hand on her as I guide her to my room. Who knows if she waved to her seat buddy or to anyone else as we exit the clubhouse. I know I don’t give a fuck. There are a million and one reasons why I’m taking her to the back, and none of my club brothers will bat an eye at any of them.
I let her arm go as I unlock my door, even though keeping it locked is ridiculous, as she demonstrated by how easily she broke in the last time. Once the door is open, I grab her arm once more and push her in before joining her and then locking the door behind me.
“What next, fish boy?” she says with a smirk that just does it for me.
I unbuckle my belt as I take a step toward her. “On your knees.”
She huffs a laugh. “Not a vamp. Don’t got to do shit I don’t want to do.”
I snap my hand out quickly and grab a fistful of her hair. “Who said you didn’t want to do this? If you didn’t want to come, you wouldn’t have. You walked back here willingly. That means you’re about the same as a vamp, if not more of a cock slut.”
“Not a vamp,” she seethes, and I’m the one smirking now.
“No, you ain’t. You’re so damn much more than that.” I pull her close and crash my lips to hers. She opens her mouth willingly as we dance together with our tongues. I release her quickly, nibbling on her bottom lip in a way I know she secretly loves based off the shivers that coat her body when I do it. “Now get on your knees, Yankee.”
“Brooklyn,” she says with a moan as she sinks and does as she’s told .
She looks beautiful this way, looking up at me with hair everywhere. I don’t let go of my grip on her hair, knowing that would be foolish and a mood killer. This girl gets off on the rough shit. If I let go and let her do what she wants, it won’t be much fun for either of us. We’ve both been with the partner who lets us take over. Having the lead is fun but tiring after a while. Fighting for dominance? Challenging the other? That’s fun. And addicting.
One-handed, I undo my pants and push them out of the way. Like a good fucking girl, Milly waits. But I know that shit won’t last. Having a complacent girl like her is a thing to worship, not something to take for granted. ’Cause it won’t last forever, so it’s something to treasure while it does.
“Go slow,” I say as I pull her head forward.
“Yes, sir,” she purrs as she leans in.
I knew it was coming, but I still suck in a breath as she does everything that isn’t slow except for the buildup. She licks around my head and then looks me in the eye as she deep-throats the fuck out of me. I jerk back a bit to keep from coming down her throat right away.
I grip her hair harder, pulling her lips off my dick as I glare down. “Damn Yank, never listening.”
“And rednecks never know what’s good for them.” She smiles sweetly, but sweet is never a word to describe this girl. She challenges me, and I swear to fucking Christ, my dick gets harder at her words.
“This is one redneck who’s about to teach that mouth of yours a lesson. ”
“Bring it, fish boy. Give me your worst.” The twinkle in her eye has me thrusting my dick back into that mouth of hers that gets me wound up more than anything.
She takes everything I give her, and I’m not gentle. I release my grip on her hair just long enough to grab her head with both hands as I thrust my cock into her waiting mouth. And it is waiting. She’s gobbling up every inch that fits into her and moaning as I pull out and give her a chance to make some noise. I never take my cock all the way out of her mouth, but I let her breathe through her nose, tilting my pelvis away to keep from suffocating her as I force my dick down her throat.
See? I’m a nice guy like that. I don’t want her to die on my dick, but I’m willing to let her see a few stars behind her eyes.
As I get close, my movements become jerky. I fuck her face hard. A second before I blow, I grab her throat, squeezing as I feel my dick pulse as I come. I groan as she sucks me farther down her throat and drains me completely.
I ease up, pulling back, but she doesn’t let up, licking me till it becomes too much and I pull away from her, releasing my grip as I go.
I take my time, catching my breath as I look her over. And she’s magnificent. Still on her knees, she looks completely put together till you get to her face. Tears streak down her cheeks. I have no idea when they came, but I relish seeing them on her. She licks her lips, as if the taste of me is something she craves and doesn’t want to miss a single drop of my jizz. Her hair is all over the place, proof of me twisting it as I saw fit when I was getting off.
“Now what?” she asks as she places her hands on her bent knees and looks at me with my dick still out.
That’s the question, isn’t it? What do I do now that I got my dick wet and cleaned? If I had any smarts, I would just walk away and call it good enough. I’ve hit the main points on her—dick in her mouth and pussy. Sure, having that ass of hers would be on point, but I can live with what I’ve had a taste of already. No need to be greedy.
But that doesn’t mean I can’t be the reciprocating type.
“Now I’ll show you why they named me after a wide-mouthed fish.”
The surprise on her face has me chuckling. Guess few give after they get. Good thing I’m not like most people.
Grabbing her under her arms, I pick her up easily and throw her onto my bed. The giggle that escapes her lips has me pausing and just admiring the lyrical tune as it floats around the room. Never thought a noise from a woman would have me pause mid–sex act to just listen to it and watch the stress-free smile on her face.
She slides her knees together, bending them and leaning up on her elbows as she shakes out her hair behind her. Her smirk is almost my undoing. “What’s the problem, fish boy? Hound caught your tongue?”
“You’re beautiful.” I don’t mean to say it, but it’s the truth.
Her smile drops, and her lips part. Her eyes go wide as she speaks. “What?”
I rip my shirt over my head and toss it aside as I walk to her. “I said you’re beautiful.” I grab her ankles and pull them down, yanking her to the end of the bed with an “Oof” from her. “And from the look on your face, you don’t believe me. So, you’re going to make me do something that you’re not going to like.”
She tilts her head, completely out of her element, based on the way her sass is utterly gone and she’s almost a willing victim. None of her spunk is out in the open, just a vulnerable side that I want to cherish and put on a damn pedestal. “What’s that?”
“I’m going to show you just how beautiful you are.” I’m quick to remove her shoes, then her socks. I pull her jeans and panties down together before I kiss up one foot, getting to her hip before starting back at the end of her other foot and moving up. When I get close to her pussy, I skip it altogether and lick my way up around her belly button, pushing her shirt and bra over her head but leaving her there with her arms raised. “Keep them there,” I say with a warning that she takes as bait and snaps at me. I kiss her nose before traveling back down south, playing with her nipples with licks and tweaks before going to what I really want.
I spread her wide and don’t make her wait anymore as I plunge my tongue in, sighing at the taste of her. I hold her down as she squirms, but I don’t let her get away from what I want. And I want all of her, every last bit. But I especially want to watch her explode from my tongue on her.
“Fuck, you’re good at that,” she hisses, trying to pull away from the pressure as I move my tongue from fucking her to flicking at her clit. I move up and put my fingers in her mouth, and she sucks on them without instruction.
“That’s right, baby girl. Get them nice and wet,” I say, then grunt as she bites down. I pull my hand out and grab her chin, pinching her tightly as I stop my tongue-lashing and slide up her body. “Now, that wasn’t nice.”
“What’re you going to do about it?” she sasses with that damn accent of hers, and I swear to fucking Christ, I’m rock hard again.
I let go of her chin, to which she twists with a pout of her lips as if she won, only to suck in a deep breath as I slam all three fingers into her. “Fuuuuck.”
“That’s the point, baby girl.” I keep at it, not going easy on her. I watch every emotion on her face as I twist and rock my fingers, fluttering them inside her till I see the moment she’s about to explode. Then I kiss her, stealing her screams for only me to enjoy with her last breath.
The spasms of her tight cunt pull my lips from her mouth to lick first my fingers and then her pussy clean. But she tastes so damn good that I can’t stop. I take everything I can into my mouth. Flicking her clit with my tongue, sucking it deep, then forcing my tongue so far in that she comes again. This time, I let the ringing from her screams bring a smile to my face as I lap up every bit of her release like she did me.
As I take my last few licks, I lock eyes with her and am rewarded once more with that smile that might be the death of me. Because the more I see it, the more I want to keep putting it on her face.
When we finally emerge from my room, my focus is on food and food alone. But the fates have other plans for me.
“Yo, Bass. ”
My name pulls my attention, and my smile drops when I see the look on Flint’s face.
“Shit,” she says, and I know she saw it too. The look Flint has isn’t one you give unless some shit is about to go down.
I don’t think, just react. Ollie isn’t far, just out back. Chains sent me a text earlier, probably knowing I was “talking” to Milly and would want to know where he was, as it makes her feel better once she has him in sight.
“Get Ollie,” I say in her ear as I pull her in close and kiss her temple. Not sure if this moment brought it on or what happened before, but she just nods, not even pushing me off as she turns and pecks my lips a second before she leaves to walk outside.
I watch her go, the tingle of her small kiss itching my skin. I know I’ve got eyes on me, and despite what we claim to civilians, we’re a gossipy bunch of assholes. No doubt everyone will know about our little moment by the time supper is ready.
But I don’t care. I don’t have time to care. Something’s up, and my attention needs to be focused on that and not what a brother’s going to say about watching me basically claim a woman at the clubhouse.
Kissing a vamp happens, sure. It’s not unheard of. But you kiss when you fuck. You don’t have temple kisses and goodbye pecks with a lay. That shit is for something more. Might not be a lot more, but just more more. And I don’t have a fucking clue what Milly and I are, but more doesn’t even scratch the surface.
I head to Flint, who turns and goes back to his “cave of justice,” as we all finally began calling it after his very long attempt to get the name to stick .
When we enter, I see I’m the last to arrive. Law, Bulldog, and Casper are already here.
“What’s up?”
“We’ve got problems,” Casper says, trying to touch something on the computer before Flint slaps at his hand as he regains his seat.
“And that would be?” I look at Bulldog, then Law.
“Ivan,” Law says, looking from one of the computer screens to me. “He’s reached out to the Hounds on our Operation Hell Hound accounts. He wants to hire us for a job.”
“For how much? What’s the job?” I ask as I feel my heart beat faster than it ever has in my life.
“Four million,” Bulldog says.
Fuck, that’s a lot of money. More than any of the other jobs we’ve ever been offered before.
“To find his kidnapped son,” Law says, and the air goes right out of my lungs.
Shit.