15. Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Fifteen
Kaison
I wake up in the morning groggy and confused, with the sun shining across my face. My bedroom windows don’t face the east, so it shouldn’t be this damn bright. Running a hand down my face, I look around, smiling when I set eyes on the tiny woman sleeping soundly beside me. Oh yeah. Our sleepover. Glancing beyond her, I get a peek at the clock, which tells me it’s just before seven; my typical time to wake up. I’m assuming since it’s past opening at Daisy’s that Cora is working the lunch shift today, but I should probably ask her to be sure. Don’t wanna be the reason she’s late for work. Actually, on second thought, maybe I do wanna be the reason she’s late, because it’ll give me a good excuse to lay Norman the fuck out.
I run my hand down her arm, her skin soft and warm. She’s on her side and facing the other way. If she likes sleeping like that, I’ll have to make sure I sleep on the other side of the bed from now on so she can cuddle with me, and I can see her beautiful face while she sleeps.
Kissing her shoulder, I whisper her name. She doesn’t stir, so I try again. A quiet humming sound comes from her, then she startles, rolling over. Confusion is all over her face for a split second before she smiles and covers her mouth to yawn.
“Morning, beautiful,” I say, kissing her cheek.
“Morning,” she responds sweetly.
“Just wanted to make sure you didn’t have to be at work till later.”
She nods, closing her eyes. “Yeah, twelve.” She settles into her pillow again, then jerks up. “Shit, Dad!”
She tosses the blankets off her and jumps out of bed, grabs a bathrobe from behind her door before tearing it open and bolting out of the room. I get up and put on my pants before going after her. I find her leaning in his doorway. I don’t move, not sure what’s going on. When she turns around, there’s a smile on her face that grows when she sees me.
“He’s still asleep,” she whispers when she reaches me.
“I take it that’s not common?”
She shakes her head before resting it against my chest. I pull her to me and kiss her head. This girl is…
“This is nice,” she murmurs.
“Yeah the fuck it is,” I respond, causing her to giggle.
“You want coffee?”
“Sure do. Tell me where everything is, and I’ll make it.”
“You don’t have to do that. ”
I put my hands on her shoulders and lean down to kiss her. I can’t stop kissing her. “But I want to.”
“Fine, but if I ever stay at your place, expect me to do the same.”
She walks around me, but I grab her wrist and pull her back to me.
“You wanna stay at my place?”
“I mean… if I could.” She glances at her father’s room. I nod in understanding, and I hope like fuck it’ll happen one day, but I understand that it’ll be difficult.
“I’m fine coming here,” I reiterate, making sure she understands that I am perfectly okay with it.
“Which I appreciate.” She puts her hand on my chest, smiling again. “What time do you have to leave?”
“Supposed to be at the club by eight, but not sure that’ll happen. Don’t really care either.”
“Won’t you get in trouble?”
I bark out a laugh but slap a hand over my mouth because her dad is still sleeping.
“Who’s gonna punish me?” I ask.
Ducking her head inside her room, she looks back at me with a grin. “Then we have plenty of time.”
Cora pulls me into the room and closes the door behind us. She urges me toward the bed, and I can’t help but smile at how she’s trying to manhandle me even though she’s a third of my size. I let her though, because she seems to like it. Can’t say I ever let a woman do this to me before, but it’s adorable coming from her and she can do it whenever she wants.
She sits on the edge of the bed and reaches for my pants to get them open. I’m hard at just the thought of her touching me, so no problem there. With more confidence than I expect, she takes me in her hand and leans forward to lick the tip of my cock. A shiver runs up my spine at how fucking good that feels—her hot mouth licking at my dick like a lollipop. I shift on my feet, staring down at her as she swirls her tongue around the crown of my cock before wrapping her lips around it and sucking gently.
“Fuck,” I rasp out, hands balling to fists.
Her tongue massages the underside of my cockhead while she sucks. No one has ever done anything like that and it feels fucking amazing. She loosens her suction and takes me deeper, bobbing her head along my shaft. It feels so goddamn good to have her mouth on me, seeing her sitting here, enjoying what she’s doing. I’ve always loved a woman on her knees for me—what man doesn’t? And not that she’s actually on her knees, but it’s close enough.
Without thinking, my hand goes to her jaw, holding it as I slowly thrust into her mouth. Her hand falls away from my cock and she holds onto my thighs, pulling me deeper into her throat.
She gags and I groan, because fuck that feels good. Tears pool in her eyes, but she keeps going. I brush the soft skin of her cheek with my thumb, loving how slow she’s going but how much she’s taking of me. A quick messy blow job is hot as fuck, but so is a woman pushing her limits to pleasure me—and Cora is definitely pushing her limits.
“I’m close,” I tell her softly. She takes me even deeper now, holding there for a few seconds, her throat clenching around my dick, before pulling away and sucking in a deep breath through her nose.
“You want my cum, sweetheart?” I ask. It’ll be sooner rather than later that she gets it.
She hums what sounds like a yes, and I assume if it were a no, she’ll stop when I tell her that I’m going to come. Which is any fucking second. I keep thrusting into her mouth, and when she takes me as deep as she can again, it throws me over the edge.
“Fuck, coming!” I growl way too late, and maybe I’ll feel bad about that later.
She doesn’t pull away, swallowing down every damn drop. I’m panting when she releases my cock and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. I fix my pants and grip her to turn her over, then raise her ass into the air. She gasps at me actually manhandling her, but she doesn’t seem upset, just shocked. I get on my knees, shove that bathrobe up and dive in.
She cries out, louder than I think she means to, before burying her face in the sheets. With her on her knees on the bed, and me on my knees on the floor, she’s the perfect height to feast on, so that’s what I do. I enjoy my girl for breakfast and Cora loves every second of it, grinding on my tongue as I lick her from clit to asshole. Every inch of her tastes better than anything I’ve ever had before. I love that she doesn’t shy away, doesn’t complain about me taking what I want. She wants my tongue everywhere. My hands are on her ass, squeezing her plump flesh as I enjoy her. This is for her as much as it is for me, but I’m really enjoying myself here. When she comes, she squirts all over my face, her sweetness dripping down my beard. I’ll wipe that away, but I ain’t washing it. I want to smell her all day.
“No one around here has a fucking cell phone charger?” I shout, digging through the drawers. “We used to have all kinds of shit lying around. Who the fuck cleaned this?” I slam the drawer shut, knowing that wasn’t as neat as it is now a week ago.
“That would be your brother,” Rhino says with a chuckle from the couch.
His feet are up, and he’s lying back with his shirt off, showing off those stitches on his side where he got stabbed. There’s a bowl of popcorn on his chest that he’s eating lazily as he watches some black and white movie.
“Asshole,” I mutter.
My phone died on the way here, and a week or two ago, I wouldn’t have given a fuck, but now that I have Cora worrying about me, I want it charged so I can talk to her whenever I want—and especially when I need to. I really like her, really like where this is going. I love the club, and my dad managed a family, so I want that too. A lot of our parents did both. I mean, we got here somehow, right? Now I want an old lady and kids that I can raise in the club life, making sure they know that even though we don’t always do things the legal way, we do them for the right reasons. That you can be a good person but do bad shit and there ain’t nothing wrong with it. Not morally, anyway. Legally, yeah, but we have ways to handle that.
I may be getting ahead of myself because I have no idea what Cora is looking for—all I know is I want her. I think about her all the time, want to be with her all the time. Think I may be addicted. Can picture her marrying my stupid ass, which is crazy because this is all new, but when you know, you know, I guess. Everything with her feels right. The way she looks at me, smiles at me, kisses me, begs for me to keep going. I wanna hear that shit every damn night. Wanna go home to her spread out on the dining table for me to eat. Wanna make babies with her and get up together in the middle of the night to them crying, take cute family photos, and all kinds of other shit that’ll have the guys reaming my ass out. Don’t care though. I’m ready for it.
My mama and pops got married only a month after meeting each other, and they lasted as long as they could. Maybe it’ll be the same for me. They loved each other hard, and though they had their differences, they had a good life.
Coyote storms in through the front door, heading toward our meeting room. It ain’t Saturday, so no Church today, but he’s mad about something.
“Emergency fucking meeting!” he shouts, just before going into the room. I glance at Rhino, who shrugs, then winces as he gets up.
How cool are those stitches now, jack ass?
“Where the fuck is everyone else?” I ask, looking around at the empty room.
“Had a party at the bar last night. Think they’re all passed out over there.” Rhino smirks. “Want me to go get them?”
“Hell fucking no,” I say. “It’ll take you ten minutes just to hobble over there. Let Coyote know we’ll be in there in five.”
He nods as he limps toward the meeting room. I’ve been stabbed, been shot too, it ain’t no walk in the park.
I make my way outside and across the lot to the bar. It’s not an official bar, not one open to the public, just an old barn turned bar for us guys to enjoy beer and ladies. Well, only beer for me now.
The tables are covered in empty cans, bottles, glasses, and unidentifiable liquids. None of that shit better be cum or someone’s getting slapped upside the head. Bottles of whiskey sit on a few of the tables; some empty, some half full. I walk down the hall and up the stairs, where I’m sure I’ll find every one of these fuckers either sleeping or balls deep in a clubwhore. The door to the second floor isn’t closed all the way, so I push it open, but it stops halfway. Peeking my head inside, I find Grizz sitting up against the wall behind the door, his big ass body not letting me open the door any more than it is. I shove it harder, using my shoulder and causing the door to creak. If I do that again, it’ll split in half. Thankfully he groans and blinks his eyes open, so I don’t have to.
There’s a clubwhore on the side of him, naked with something brown smeared all over her tits. Better be chocolate and not shit or blood. Don’t know what he’s into, but I wouldn’t be surprised if it’s weird shit like that.
“Meeting. Get the fuck up,” I say as I squeeze inside, kicking his boot.
I find most of the guys laid out somewhere in the main room with a girl beside them. Most are naked but a few have panties on—they’re all ripped though. Used to get a stiffy seeing all this shit. Now all I can think about is Cora and her perfect body. None of these women compare.
Moving down the hall, I go to the back bedroom. There are four up here, each with two beds for any of us to stay if we need. My brother is usually the only one to use them after a party because he doesn’t sleep with clubwhores. Well, me now too, I guess. He used to sleep with them all, just like I did, but lost interest at some point. I don’t know. He never wanted to talk about it. They got old for me, so I guess I get it. It’s probably the same for him. Snapper don’t like talking about anything so I’m not surprised he doesn’t talk about this either.
“Let’s go. Meeting,” I bark, causing Snapper to jerk awake. He groans, running a hand down his face. He’s fully clothed, but his pants are undone. Interesting… did he sleep with someone last night? I could ask, but he won’t answer. I have no idea wh at his problem is with me lately, but he’s getting more and more distant.
As I walk back into the main room, a few guys are up, some are still trying to get up. Hammer is falling over, probably still drunk. Fucking rookies.
“You got two fucking minutes to get your asses in the meeting room,” I bellow as I leave.
I take my seat in the meeting room and everyone else trickles in slowly, all hung the fuck over. They’re all probably celebrating from our unofficial victory at the bar last night. They look like shit from fighting, drinking, and fucking all night.
“You all better get your shit together, and quick, because we have a last-minute run to do,” Coyote explains.
“What kinda run?” I ask.
All our runs are planned and scheduled months in advance, considering we’re smuggling shit from Canada and that’s dangerous. We need to be precise with all of it so we don’t get caught. People out there sell shit to people out here, and we’re the middleman. Don’t know what’s in the crates we move, don’t ask. Only rule is it’s nothing alive, especially not people—and even more especially not woman or children. We gotta make our money somehow, and this is how we do it.
The border over here is thick with trees, but that’s all that’s there. There are guards around, but they’re so easy to bypass because there’s so much land. This is our money maker and why it’s so important that we control the border and not anyone else. This is why the IR wants in on our territory so badly. Too bad they intend to smuggle people—we aren’t about that shit.
“Same as usual,” Coyote says.
“It’s not the same as usual if it’s last minute,” I say harshly to Coyote who gives me a look like he’s pissed I’m questioning him. Well, too fucking bad.
“We have an opportunity to make money, and I’m not in the habit of turning that down,” he says back.
“Well, neither am I, but this shit is risky. We’ve been doing it a certain way for years—because it works. Our father’s made su—”
“They aren’t here anymore, Shark. We’re all very much aware of that. I’ve already told you this is the start of a new era, and if you don’t fucking like it, there’s the door.” He points at it, and I’ve never wanted to pound someone’s face as badly as I want to pound into his.
I cared about my father a lot. He was a good man. Sucks Coyote’s father was a prick, but mine wasn’t, and talking about his death like it means nothing isn’t something I’ll tolerate. My father’s death wasn’t just an excuse to move this club in another direction. Not to me. If that’s how Coyote wants to treat his father’s death, cool. But I ain’t playing along. I grit my teeth and keep my mouth shut though, wanting to see how this plays out. The more he makes himself look like an asshole, the better it’ll be for me.
Fighting him won’t get me anywhere. I have to be smart. Let him do this and watch him fail. Then I’ll have shit to use against him. I’m not saying I want to be Prez of this club, but I wouldn’t pass it down if the opportunity arose. All I know is Coyote ain’t fit to be leading us.
“Anyone else have a problem with this?” Coyote asks, looking around the room. Everyone shakes their heads, probably too fucked up to even know what’s going on. “Good. Because we leave in ten minutes, so everyone get your heads outta your asses.”
Slamming the door shut, I jam my key into the ignition and start up the truck. I dig around for a charger as I wait for Rhino to get in. Once he’s in, and everyone else is ready to go, they take off on their bikes while we follow behind in the truck.
This is how we do our runs. They all ride up front to make sure shit is clear. They go down the roads first and give the okay that I can go in after. Plus, I’m the best fucking driver and getting this box truck down dirt roads ain’t fucking easy. Especially when it’s such a tight squeeze that I’ve got only centimeters between my mirrors and trees.
“Did he run this by you?” I ask Rhino.
He huffs before saying, “He’s the president, Shark. He doesn’t have to. ”
“You’re right, he doesn’t have to, but this is a club. All of us have a say in shit we do, and since you’re road captain, you should’ve planned it.”
“He said it was last minute.”
I understand he don’t wanna get involved. Seriously, I get it. Going against Coyote isn’t something that’ll slide. Everyone is loyal to this club, and they show that in different ways. For some, that means they follow Coyote blindly. For others, like me, it means we look out for what’s best for all of us.
“You’re missing the goddamn point,” I bark.
“No, I think you are,” he says, shaking his head. “He’s the Prez, Shark. He’s just trying to figure shit out. Give him a break.”
Kinda wanna tell him to go fuck himself, but I keep my mouth shut—been doing a real lot of that lately, and I’m already about to explode. I don’t blame him for not trash-talking Coyote. No one in their right mind would complain about the Prez, especially to me, the VP. But I don’t trust the asshole, and I know others feel the same way.
Rhino fiddles with the radio, looking for something good to listen to. Pretty sure it’s his way of telling me to fuck off. Once we’re deep in the trees, though, it’ll be nothing but static.
I didn’t tell Cora I would be by today, but I did tell her I would call her. Doesn’t seem that’ll be happening with my phone dead and this last-minute trip, but I’ll do what I can. These runs take half a goddamn day, but with this not being already planned, who knows what’s going to happen? Something about it doesn’t feel right. I don’t wanna say Coyote is crooked, but it’s in the back of my mind. Guy’s been a prick for far too long for me to think he’s doing right by this club he hates so much.
I park the truck by the side of the road, put on the hazards, and get out. Rhino does the same. I move around the truck to make sure everything looks okay, and wait for the alert to come over the radio I got hooked on my back pocket. Too many issues with cell service out here. Our father’s got in the habit of using the radios, which work better.
“Was thinking of going to visit my sister,” Rhino says as he leans against the truck carefully. Don’t wanna pop those stitches.
“You should,” I say, moving beside him and closing my eyes. “Life’s too short.”
“You’re telling me,” he comments. “Her kids are already five. Starting school this year.”
“Shit,” I say with a chuckle.
“Right? Fucking crazy.”
His sister was smart and got the hell outta here a few years after high school. Rhino is a few years younger than me, and his sister a few years younger than him, so I don’t know the girl. But I’ve heard a lot about her perfect little life from Rhino. He’s proud of her. She’s married, got a set of twins, and a nice house up in who-the-hell-knows Colorado.
Our silence is broken when the radio chirps.
“Go,” I say into it, then wait for an answer .
“Ready,” Grizz responds.
“Let’s go,” I say to Rhino and climb back in the truck. Making sure there’s no one on the road, I drive twenty feet down and turn onto the dirt road that in no fucking way is big enough to fit this truck, but I make it work. The ride is slow, but it’s going. Bumpy as fuck, and I swipe a few trees on the way.
“The fuck is that?” Rhino says, leaning forward and squinting his eyes.
Even with the headlights on, it’s hard to see shit in these woods. Don’t help this truck is old as shit.
“What the fuck?” I grit out, my stomach going all kinds of nuts.
“That a tree? You going the right way?” Rhino asks.
“Of course I’m going the right fucking way! Where else you want me to go?”
There’s only one goddamn road out here and it’s hardly a road at all. Can’t be noticeable by people, this way they don’t start using it.
“Why wouldn’t Grizz mention this?” Rhino shakes his head. “This don’t make sense. Something’s wrong.”
No shit.
There’s a thump, then a hissing sound catches my attention. I lower the radio that’s in and out of some Bon Jovi song, feeling the truck shift. Another thump, another hiss. The other side of the truck shifts, lowering to the ground .
“Oh, fuck no,” I say, grabbing the gun from the center console. “I knew this was a fucking setup,” I growl as I kick open the door and hop out.
“Iron pricks!” Rhino shouts from the other side of the truck, then a gun goes off. Hopefully his.
I duck, and move around the back of the truck, finding a guy with an Iron Runner patch on his cut on the ground, bleeding from his throat. Another one pops out from the trees, shooting at me but missing. I take aim, firing back and get him in the skull. The round echoes around us, causing birds to scatter.
“Rhino?” I call out.
“I’m good!” he answers.
Glancing down, I see the tires are flat as shit, a huge hole making it impossible for repair. We’ve got one spare on this thing, and two flat tires.
“You think there’s more?” he asks when he reaches my side, gun ready to shoot and eyes darting every which way to look for more targets.
“No fucking idea,” I growl, yanking the radio from my pocket. “We’ve got a fucking problem,” I say into it, then look at Rhino. “Hope those stitches are going to hold, because it looks like we’re taking another trip to the Iron prick’s bar tonight.”