Chapter 4
CHAPTER FOUR
SMOKE
It has been four days since I fucked Taya in the storeroom of King's, the bar the club owns that the guys stopped at for a drink to unwind after a full day of working in the club’s garage.
I can still feel her pussy around my cock, and the way she panted and cried out my name when she came.
Me and the brothers are on a run, dropping off a shipment for a fat fuck who never leaves his house. He has lackeys to do his dirty work for him, yet women fall at his feet, begging for his cock— it has to be because they want the money.
“I hate bringing shit to this cunt. He is like a pot-bellied pig, balding and has tits bigger than some of the club girls, yet women want him,” Intel bitches.
He has been in a pissy mood since that night at the bar, when he saw the one fucking man who will not give him the time of day. My brother has fucked his twink, Dreamer, so much the last few nights, we have had to give him some time off, so his hole can recover.
Yeah, my brother likes hitting it hard and dirty.
“Like you are hard up for asses to fuck, brother.” I chuckle while waiting for the prick’s men to unload the truck.
Intel glares at me, which only makes me laugh harder.
“Same as you with pussy but I haven’t seen you with the club girls since you fucked Taya at the bar,” he counters.
I shrug. “I am not sure I want other pussy now that I have had Taya squeeze my cock like she didn’t want to let it go,” I admit.
I wait for the alarm and panic to kick in, but it never comes.
For years, I have watched Taya turn into the fucking hot woman she is today. I love that she is a feisty, independent woman and takes no shit from people. She is the type of woman I like.
She is also not a delicate fragile woman since we take dead bodies to her so she can feed her pigs. It is a huge turn on seeing a woman handle pigs who is not afraid to get dirty.
I have flirted with her over the years, but she never gave me the time of day, even though I would see the desire in her eyes when she saw me. It makes my ego happy, seeing what I do to her, but she is strong-willed when it comes to the men she fucks, or it could be just me.
If I am being honest with myself, I deserve her restraint, especially when she catches me with other women who I only fuck to get over her. Not that it works.
“She wanted a drunk dicking, brother. Nothing more.” He laughs, walking away to meet Locke and the guys.
“YOU!” gets bellowed.
I spin around in time to see a scrawny fucker pull a gun on Sniper.
“Me what?” Sniper asks, smirking at the skinny punk.
Sniper has no fear. He is fucked in the head like most men who went through what he did in the Army. Being held hostage for months, beaten to within an inch of his life, starved, you never come home whole after that.
“You fucked my sister, then made her cry when you didn’t call her.” The gun shakes in his hand.
I step closer ready to protect my brother, but Sniper pulls a typical Sniper move. My damaged brother steps forward, pressing his forehead to the barrel of the gun with a devilish smirk on his lips.
Fuck.
“Listen, man, I have no idea who your sister is, but if I fucked her, then she knew what she was getting into with me. I tell no lies.” That is the truth.
You get what you see with Sniper.
“You need to make it right with her,” the guy screams, the hand holding the gun shaking even more.
“Not going to happen,” my brother simply replies.
It all happens so fast, I do not have time to react.
The gun fires, Sniper ducks, then pulls a gun out of the waistband of his pants. The gun fires, hitting the fucker in the chest, then in a flash, he aims at the other two men who draw on him, and he kills them in the blink of an eye.
This is how he got his road name.
Screams fill the air as people run out of the warehouse, but we all draw our weapons, aiming them at the gang before us.
“Drop them,” I command.
They look at the three dead bodies on the ground then back to us. Guns lower and the men back up, with fear and dread in their gazes.
“He came at my brother. He was defending himself. Now, you tell your boss that we will take an extra ten percent on the next order,” I state.
The one who seems to be in charge nods. “I will pass it on. No blowback will come of this.”
“Good.” I look to the dead bodies and know that I will get to see my girl sooner than I thought. “You will get a bill for the disposal. Have your men load them into our truck,” I instruct.
The guys laugh behind me, knowing exactly what I have planned. I smirk at them over my shoulder, then we are on our way to the Coyle Farm where I’ll get to see my woman, and maybe get another taste.
Arriving at the farm, I see Taya and her brothers waiting for us.
I sent a text letting them know what I was bringing them, and I got a basic reply from her, so I took that as a sign that she is not throwing me some shade for what happened. She was not telling me to fuck off a short pier.
We all climb out of the truck, and I keep my gaze on my woman, who is dressed in shorts that show off her long, toned legs, and cover an ass that I know feels like a ripe peach. Her top half consists of an old movie T-shirt that is so faded, I can barely make out the shark.
“Smoke, what the hell happened?”
“Sniper,” is all I say as Taya and her brothers meet us at the back of the truck, seeing three dead bodies wrapped in blue tarps.
“Fuck off, brother. Cunt pulled a gun on me, so I defended myself,” Sniper casually states, standing back and letting us do all the work.
We unload the three bodies onto a trailer, then I finally get to look at my girl again.
She is scowling at me, and I wink, making her huff.
Her brothers look between us but say nothing. They are very protective of her and will go to war for their sister, as it should be. Stepping toward her, I see her body stiffen the closer I get, which makes me grin.
I love seeing her reaction to me, whether it is sexual or not.
I know that I get under her skin, hell, she gets under mine also.
“Taya,” I greet.
She rolls her eyes, folding her arms in front of her body, which makes her tits push up more.
“Smoke.”
We stare at each other, and I ignore the sniggering coming from behind me. Intel and Locke laugh as they walk by us like a bunch of fucking schoolgirls. Sniper is watching our every move because that is what he does.
He is cold and calculated.
When I say nothing to her, she walks off, following the men and the little golf cart that is pulling the trailer with today’s dump in the back.
I watch her ass move with every step she takes, my dick chubbing in my jeans at the sight of her sun-kissed skin that I know feels smooth under my palms. Her shorts hit her ass cheeks just right and my dick likes the sight of what is before me.
How she felt coming around my cock has been in the forefront of my mind since we had sex in the storeroom at the bar, and shit, I want more. I need to have her under me, so I can take my time kissing and licking every inch of her body.
Jerking off in my shower is not the same, and any man will tell you that fucking your fist is okay for a quick orgasm but when a pussy tightens around your cock… best feeling in the world.
I hear “Asshole’ being muttered and I bring my gaze up, seeing Taya glaring at me over her shoulder.
“What? Baby, your ass is fine. All smooth skin and supple. Just the way I like it. My dick remembers how it felt in my hands over the weekend,” I state truthfully.
The air gets thick around us as her brother stops and glares at me.
“What the fuck does that mean?” Corbin asks.
Taya’s whole body goes rigid, and I know that I fucked up with the death stare she is throwing my way. My balls hide inside of my body, afraid that she will come at me and cut them off.
And quite frankly, I am attached to my cock and balls.
“You fucking asshole. You just had to bring it up, didn’t you? That huge ass ego of yours could not let it go, could it?” She shakes her head at me, her anger front and center and aimed at me. “Fuck you, Smoke.”
She storms ahead, and I run after her, catching her as we reach the field where the pig pens are kept.
Round pig pens fill the field; there are around twenty of them. Each pig has their own piece of land where they can roam and obviously enjoy their food. For years, the club and I know others call on Bobby-Jay and his family to help out, but the pig-eating-people side of things solely falls on Taya.
Her pigs are her babies.
I look at my girl, who is now slipping on a jumpsuit, rather aggressively I must say, then her knee-high rain boots, before collecting her hair into a bun. With one more glare that would make most men duck for cover, she moves to do her job, and I stand by with the guys in fucking awe of her and what she can do.
My cock is hard the entire time we watch her work, and I know that I have to be inside of her again, and soon.