25. Tyke
25
TYKE
I'm a cunt. An absolute motherless asshole of a fucking bastard. My soul weighs heavier with every word as Digger and Rae recount what happened while I was talking shop with Marco. How a woman I respected as a part of the club for life used the opportunity to fucking take what's ours and then try to fucking kill her.
If Sweetie's body weren't already lifeless, I'd be fucking making sure it was. Shit. Almost want to raise the dead so I can throttle the fucking bitch myself. But then a pride swells in my chest when I think about what my girls did. What my beautiful daughter and incredible old lady did. Old lady. Shit, yeah. Rae’s my fuckin’ old lady—as much as she’s Digger’s—and I fucking love the sound of that.
My phone vibrates against my hip, and I slip it free far enough to check the screen while Digger still talks. He stalls, noting what I do, and jerks his chin my way. “What’s it say?”
"Update from Minion. They're tracking Fox." I pull the phone out of my pocket and open the unusually long message. "Fucker spooked when they got to Sweetie's house before he did." I thumb back a reply, asking if Marco's boy has caught up with their group. The response is immediate.
“What?” Digger slides forward on his seat beside Rae, hand woven with hers.
"Deo's not with them." The father in me itches to call Marco and give him the update. But the leader in me knows Marco should already monitor his son's movements.
My focus is here.
I glance at the woman nestled against Digger's side and exhale slowly. Her gaze is downcast, perhaps on their hands or the floor. Wherever she looks, it ain't straight ahead or up. It ain't proud.
I don’t like that. Not one fucking bit.
"Doesn't matter." I set the phone aside and then slip off the seat to kneel. "They can take care of themselves." Rae's gaze lifts as I walk on my knees across the floor to her seat, stopping when I can set my hands on her thighs and coax them apart to fit myself between.
She swallows, the slightest frown tugging her brow down.
“I know what you’re thinkin’.” I push closer. Enough until my hands rest on her waist, nestled against her fuller hips. Fuckin’ love how that feels. “Quit it.”
“What?” she whispers, voice hoarse.
“The shame.”
Digger leans back, releasing her hand to slide his arm along the back of her seat.
“The negative bullshit you’ve got circlin’ around up in there.”
Her lips curl the slightest bit. I hit it true. Fucking knew I would.
“Can’t speak for my brother, but I know myself that there’s only one thing I need you doin’ while you’re here with us, Rae.”
She meets my gaze, lashes thick with the residual wetness of her tears.
“Same thing I expect of anyone who wears our patch.”
Her throat bobs, brow pinching again.
"Need you to learn to accept yourself as you are. Right now." She tries to shy, ducking her chin. Not having any of that shit. I tuck my forefinger beneath her jaw and coax her to look at me again. “You can’t expect to get anywhere different if you’re always looking behind you.”
Her swallow is audible between us. “Where do I go, though?”
“Wherever leads you somewhere happy, baby girl.”
“And that ain’t always the path of least resistance,” Digger adds. “The greatest rewards require the greatest sacrifice.”
Her head rolls back, resting against Digger’s arm. “I don’t know if I have it in me. At least, not this week.”
“You’re in that bad patch, huh?” I squeeze her hip, urging her to look at us again. “The one you just told us about?”
“Yeah.” She forces a small smile. “Surprise. I’m out of action in a few days.”
“Out of action?” Fuck my dense brother.
“She means she’ll be on her rag,” I deadpan. “Fuck, Digger.”
“What?” He huffs a laugh. “Fuck me for not realizing, right, considering that shit’s never meant anything to me.”
Did not need that visual right now. I draw a deep breath and straighten my spine, dragging Rae closer to me as I do. "You okay if I make you feel good right now?" I need this—her permission. The last thing I want is to force my desires onto her when she's sitting at her most vulnerable.
A slight nod—barely perceptible. But it's not the movement that I need to understand her will, not when she arches her back, pushing her center hard against my lower stomach. Fuck. Girl makes me fucking eighteen all over again with the way my dick takes note.
"It's okay," I utter, dropping my forehead to hers. "It's okay to give yourself pleasure when the fuckin' world falls apart, Rae. You don't have to punish yourself to justify others' pain."
Her hand finds my face, and her exhale is hot on my lips. "You need to stop being in my head."
“Why?” I say with a hint of humor. “I like it there.”
Her lips touch my brow, and she gently kisses me before addressing my brother. "And you…" she says, with a small huff. "You've got to leave room in my heart for the both of you."
“Always been a little selfish,” he taunts. “But this time?” He nods toward me. “Just wanna watch how he makes you feel, baby girl.”
Well, shit. We've shared women in our past, but it's always been a spur-of-the-moment—usually drunken—thing. It's easy when he joins in, but only being in the room to watch? This seems so intentional. Not sure how I feel about my brother being our goddamn voyeur.
“Are you sure?” Rae stiffens against me.
“Positive.” Digger stands, shifting to the sofa to our right. “I got mine already.”
No wonder the asshole hit me. I was goddamn right—they were fucking.
And here I am about to do the same.
I lift my gaze to the door and draw a deep breath. Rae’s hand returns to my face, coaxing me to look at her instead.
“She’s okay. Everyone knows where you are if they need you, and she has Jamie with her. Like you said, Tyke, it’s okay to let loose when you need to ease the stress, right?”
Damn straight it is.
I need this. She needs this. Fuck—we all need it with the week we’ve had.
It doesn’t change Maddie’s condition. It doesn’t discount it.
It’s just us living our lives the best way we know how while we deal with the hand we were given.
“Meant it when I said I love you,” I murmur, fighting the unnatural feel of the words slipping past my lips.
The witch always griped that I never said it enough, and with her, it was a no-brainer. But I also never say it to those who do matter. And I understand why—childhood trauma and all that shit. It leaves me vulnerable, telling people they have that much hold over my heart.
But fuck if I ain’t trying to teach this woman that it’s okay to be vulnerable.
That it’s okay to be fallible. Human. Flawed and compromised.
“I hope one day I understand why.” Rae’s lips fit over mine, gentle and— fuck —thankful. She kisses me with a reverence that says I saved her. That we save her. That she recognizes what we give and although she can't always voice why or how, she appreciates that.
I lean into the woman, firm palm sliding under the edge of the stupidly large T-shirt she wears to find her warm flesh beneath the swell of her breast. Fingers aligned with her ribs, I press hard, fucking willing us to fuse so that I can carry this completeness with me wherever I go.
Carry her with me.
Her legs wrap around my hips, feet linking together behind me as I continue to explore her mouth, continue to force the imagery of Digger watching out of my mind to focus on the woman before me. On just us. Me and Rae together as I should be.
No matter our fucking ages or how we met.
Her breaths quicken, her spine bowing when her shoulders meet the back of the seat. I move my mouth down her heated flesh, tasting the desire as it sears beneath the supple skin at her neck, her collarbone. Her breastbone.
I jerk the damn shirt up her body, bunching the front and forcing it over her head to reveal the prize beneath. Dusky and pink, her nipples pebble beneath my scrutiny, a slight flush creeping across her abdomen. Rearing back, I take in the canvas before me, run my thumbs across her stomach, and slide my palms up her body to cup her breasts in the crook of my forefingers and thumbs. I want to paint her with my goddamn cum, smear it into her skin and know she fucking wears my mark.
I want to know any other man who crosses her path will understand she's taken. Fucking scent it on her.
I’m a fucking animal.
Her fingers grappling at my buckle snap me out of my reverie, the swish of leather on leather as she drags the tail free. “You want a taste?” The words rumble from my throat.
Fuck, I’m heady on her.
Rae dips her chin, peeking up at me from beneath those fucking lashes as she nods.
“Move.” I coax her to the side. “On your fucking knees.”
She scrambles back to give me room, one foot on the floor as she pivots.
“And take those fucking shorts off. Leave the panties.”
My gaze connects with Digger's as I drop my ass to the seat and shuffle my jeans off my hips. His focus is predatory—on her, what I do, and what he knows comes next.
The discomfort at being the subject of his fucking show melts away as Rae climbs onto the sofa beside me, on her knees as instructed. Damn straight, he knows what this feels like. How she tastes. And knowing that? It spurs me on further to make a fucking spectacle of her.
To show off what we got.
Like a kid with a favorite damn toy.
Rae’s worth this. Worth the admiration. The jealousy. The respect.
She’s fucking worth showing off because she’s goddamn beautiful. A fucking treasure that I’m proud to call mine.
Even if I do share the title.
Fist stroking lazy lines up my cock, I offer it to her. “All yours, sweetheart.”
Her tongue peeks out, wetting her lips as she eyes the size of my dick, punching through my fist. She's had it before. She knows the stretch. But fuck—seeing that hunger in her eyes? Precum leaks off the tip in response.
I rest my hand at the base, mesmerized as he leans over and wraps those lush lips over the crown in a perfect ‘O’. Dark, dusky pink, sliding over a raging red flush. Jesus . I could come just playing this scene on repeat.
"Fuckkk…" My head hits the seat, and I close my goddamn eyes as I relish the feel of her mouth over my length. And then… Shit . My fucking sensitive tip against the back of her throat.
Rae gags, but she doesn't pull off, instead adjusting her angle so I hit her throat a little differently. A little easier.
And then the bitch swallows. Motherfucker. The tight ring of muscle works my crown, once, twice, and then she’s pulling off, repeating the whole goddamn torturous action all over again—faster.
Digger growls, deep in his throat across the room, the snick of his buckle piercing the perfect sounds of Rae as she drags her wet mouth over my cock. Her spit pools, dribbling out the side of her mouth and soaking my goddamn balls as she forces my thick cock in and out of her mouth, closing that fucking throat over the head in intervals. My fucking nuts ache, dick fit to burst with the blood that rushes from my head.
Almost enough to have me forget why the fuck she’s kneeling in the first place.
I reach across, fingers grappling with the edges of Digger’s shirt on her ass to drag it up her back and reveal the perfect peach for me. The rough pads of my fingers explore the lines of her panties, the cut my favorite—the type that slices a line across her ass cheek and dips between the fucking land of milk and honey between her thighs. I tease that silky edge, pushing my fingers beneath to brush against her sex.
Rae moans around my cock, stalling in her movements as I dip a finger in her wet heat. And fuck, is she wet.
I indulge, pulling my hand away to taste that perfect nectar. Yes. Fuck yes.
I need more.
I shove two fingers in her cunt, this time pumping the digits in perfect synchronicity with each bob of her head. She mewls around my dick, pushing back against my hand as her pussy swells, her climax searching for an out.
“I know I said I’d watch…” Digger rasps.
“You want a taste?” I ask, lifting my soaked fingers for him to see.
He shudders a breath, fist tight around his dick. “Fuck, yes.”
I wiggle my first two fingers, and he darts across the floor like a fucking hungry dog, eyes on her cunt as Rae continues to choke herself on my dick. I pull her panties aside—the soaked fabric against my fingertips a fucking wet dream in itself—and offer her for his use.
Digger’s tongue touches home, and Rae sputters, choking a garbled, “God” around my dick as her fucking eyes roll back in her head.
Hand to her jaw, I coax her off my twitching length and urge her to look at me. “You like that, baby? His tongue in your cunt while I fuck your face?” I don’t let her answer, swallowing her groan as I kiss her swollen lips.
“Fuckin’ perfect,” Digger murmurs, pausing to stroke a reverent finger down her cunt.
I guide Rae’s mouth back to my cock and rest my forearm on the back of her head when she stuffs her mouth full like a good damn girl. Hand fisted in the hair at her nape, I guide her up and down by relaxing, and returning the pressure to her head with my forearm, pumping her movements faster as Digger sticks two fingers in her and scoops out a damn near perfect slick of her arousal.
A wicked grin splits his lips, and he offers the fingers as a tease.
Motherfucker doesn’t expect me to take her honey off his digits and gulp it down as my balls draw tight, threatening to spill.
“Asshole.” He dives in, swiping his tongue over her again before rising to his feet and backing away, still jacking his dick as he does.
Our voyeur returns to his seat to watch as Rae continues, determined to make me come down her pretty little throat. "Enough." I pull her off me with a wet pop and nod between my legs. "Bend over."
She obliges, ever the fucking obedient partner, and backs her perfect ass against me, resting on where my jeans still sit strung tight between my thighs. Hand to her lower back, I hold her out of the way long enough to kick the goddamn restriction down to my ankles and off, freeing me up to spread my knees wider. Better. I brush my thumb over her tight hole, relishing the shiver it elicits beneath the hand still on her back. Later. For now, I simply want to watch my cock slide in and out of that goddamn swollen pussy while I tease myself to the point of self-destruction.
Hand around the base of my cock, I use my thumb to angle the head so that it hits her slit. Rae gasps, hands braced atop my knees as she lowers herself back, fucking swallowing my dick until all I can see is the goddamn masterpiece that is her cunt snug against my crotch.
I slide my hand around her waist, tease her breast where it hangs heavy, and flick the nipple. “Feelin’ better yet?”
"Uh-huh." The sound is high-pitched, her hips shaking as she fights to steady herself.
"Don't force it, baby. You wanna ride that dick until you fucking come, then go ahead. Show me how you can bounce that perfect ass on my cock. Use me .” I grit the last two words between my teeth, fucking meaning every goddamn word of what I said.
I’m hers. To use whenever she needs, however she needs. I want to be the reason she smiles, the catalyst to her bliss. I want this goddamn woman to feel that she's loved. To know two men in this goddamn world expect nothing out of her than her fucking best.
Whatever that ends up being.