War
WAR
T oo lazy to make more trips than absolutely necessary, I piled wood up into my arms as high as I could get it, then carried it from the edge of the trees to the pit. The kids still seemed pretty happy with their fishing activities, but I wanted to have the bonfire ready to go when they were done. I had marshmallows prepared for toasting and all the fixings for s’mores waiting in a cooler, safe from the ants.
Unceremoniously, I dumped the wood onto the grass, wincing as a splinter pierced through my shirt and into the skin of my chest. “Fuck,” I muttered, keeping my voice low enough that the kids didn’t hear me.
I peered down and yanked out the offending shard that had got me right below my bullet scar. I rubbed at the spot, soothing away the sting, and then headed back to the woodpile to load up again.
The very first piece of wood I picked up got knocked out of my hands, Vincent’s palm sending it flying back to the ground. The process of it being ripped from my clutches sent another splinter into my finger.
This time when I swore, it was louder. “What the hell, V?” I shook my hand out and glanced up at him.
He didn’t need to say a word for me to know Vincent and Scythe had swapped. They did it often, switching seamlessly between personalities. It had only made it easier to tell who was who, now that we’d all had plenty of practice at it. It was actually mind-blowing that I had once not realized there was a difference between them.
In Vincent, I saw the man who’d become a brother to me. A man I respected and loved and cared about because he was family.
But Scythe was a whole different story. I couldn’t really explain it, but Scythe and Vincent were just different in every way, from their posture to their tone, to the way they looked at me.
Scythe’s gaze was decidedly unbrotherly. And my dick got hard every fucking time.
But right now he was pissing me off. “What did you do that for?”
Scythe narrowed his eyes. “Oh, I don’t know. How about because you’re rubbing your chest like you just hurt yourself carrying all that wood?” He tried to hide his concern with sarcasm. “You do realize how old you are, right? You’re almost as old as Nash, and he was born when dinosaurs roamed the earth.” He cocked his head to one side. “Have we talked about whether he has a will yet? All geriatrics should have one. I claim the Jeep.”
By this point, we’d all known Scythe long enough to just pretend we didn’t hear the random things his brain conjured up. Nash was all of forty-five, but him being older than the rest of us was one of Scythe’s favorite things to rib him about.
“I didn’t hurt myself,” I argued. “It’s just a splinter. And now you’ve given me another one. So thanks for that.”
I managed to grasp the end of it between my fingernails and yank it out. I reached for the wood again, only to have it knocked from my fingers once more.
I glared at Scythe. “Seriously?”
This time, he glared back, all traces of humor lost from his eyes. “You were rubbing your chest. Right over the spot you were fucking shot.”
I dropped the wood, realizing he wasn’t trying to piss me off, the way he often did just because he found it amusing. Me rubbing at that old bullet wound had triggered him. I could see it in his gaze, in the hard line of his mouth. Just the fact he’d switched with Vincent so abruptly told me everything I needed to know.
He was worried about me.
If anyone ever knew how stressed out he got every time someone he loved had even the tiniest of pains it would totally ruin his psychopath street cred.
I let my pinky finger brush over the back of his hand. “I’m fine. It was just a splinter. And that bullet wound is old. It’s healed.”
But we both knew it ached from time to time, the scar thick and painful. I didn’t like to show it. I was the prez of an MC. I had daughters to protect. A woman I loved with all my fucking heart and another baby on the way. I couldn’t afford to appear weak. The club had too many enemies for that.
Scythe wasn’t willing to let it go, though. “I thought you were having a heart attack. An ambulance showing up here would have wrecked the party. Lexa would have been mad because Ripley caught a fish and she didn’t. She probably would have stabbed someone. And it would have all been your fault for not watching your cholesterol levels.”
“You’re so dramatic.” I tried to hide a laugh as I wrapped my fingers around his wrist and pulled him against my chest. “You were worried about me. Just admit it.”
He huffed. “I was worried about how much money I’d get out of your life insurance policy. I hope it’s six figures, you know. I have needs.”
“Your colonics don’t cost that much.”
“Can you please leave the butt jokes to me? You’re hot but you aren’t funny.”
I sniggered.
Scythe didn’t need money. None of his needs were financial.
In that moment, neither were mine. My lips hovered over his, and my voice dropped an octave. “You’ve been gone awhile.”
“Not even three days.”
I moved my mouth to his ear. “My dick felt like it was a whole lot longer.”
I moved back so I could see his reaction.
His eyes turned molten, and he shook his head. “Don’t look at me like that.”
I feigned innocence. “Like what?”
“Like you want me to follow you into the woods and get on my knees for you.”
I groaned, instantly backing up a few steps to the edge of the tree line.
Scythe smirked and followed me.
“Nobody would notice if we slipped away for a few minutes, right?” I mumbled.
He winked. “Or thirty.”
Fuck.
He sniggered as I picked up the pace, him matching me step for step, the two of us walking, then jogging, then crashing through the undergrowth noisily, not stopping until we were well into the woods and the sounds of our family and friends had disappeared.
We both stopped, staring at each other, chests heaving from the unexpected exercise.
Or from that damn chemistry that crackled in the air between us every time we were alone.
Five years had done nothing to dim it. I was sure it was because he wasn’t always here. I couldn’t just walk into his bedroom at the house and suck his cock. When V was in charge, I didn’t get to wrap my arms around him, to feel his solid chest pressed against mine, to feel his tongue in my mouth, tangling with mine, his dirty words in my ear, building me up.
I knew he felt it, too, because every time he and Vincent swapped, we ended up in bed. Often with Bliss between us, both of our cocks in her pussy or one of us in her ass.
But sometimes it was just me and him. That need to be rough and fast and hard too all-consuming to ignore.
“Fucking missed you,” I ground out honestly, dropping all pretenses in the face of how much I wanted him.
“I’m never really gone. Not fully.”
But he was to me. He might have been aware of what was going on, through the connection he shared with Vincent, but I missed the fuck out of him every time he left.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered, forever knowing what was going on in my head even when I didn’t voice it. “Vincent really wanted to go to Lexa’s school thing the other day, and you know all those other kids warbling off tune make me want to take up killing again and—”
I shook my head. I didn’t want to hear his apologies. I didn’t even want him here all the time because that meant we wouldn’t have Vincent, and this family had always needed them both.
His mouth just kept running, as usual. “And Bliss and Vincent had that appointment—”
I put my fingers on his lips with an amused laugh. “Stop fucking talking and blow me.”
He grinned, like he’d just been waiting for me to say the word. He slammed his mouth against mine in a kiss that stole my breath. In true Scythe fashion, never willing to be told what to do, he kissed me deep and fast, his tongue demanding entrance to my mouth and tangling with mine.
He groaned against me, his dick hard beneath his jeans. He walked me backward to the nearest tree, pressing me up against it and kissing me ’til my head spun and I’d almost forgotten how much I wanted my dick in his mouth.
I was quickly reminded when he dropped to his knees.
I undid my fly, and he dragged my pants down my legs just enough to free my dick.
I dropped my head back on the tree trunk, closed my eyes, and let him take over.
He gripped my base and stroked me, palm skimming over the tip of my dick and collecting precum to use as lubricant. “Arise, penis!”
I opened my eyes and looked down at him, one eyebrow raised. “Sometimes I really don’t know why I even like you.”
He winked at me, his fingers tight around my erection. “It’s because I suck your dick, .”
It was a lot more than that and we both knew it. But then his mouth was around my cock, and I forgot I even knew words.
My fingers dropped to the back of his head, and I fucked his mouth, knowing exactly how far I could push him because we’d done this so many times. Him on his knees. Me on mine. Him on his back. Him taking me from behind. In the shower. In a bed. At my club. At Psychos.
I would never get enough of him. I didn’t just like him.
I’d loved him for almost as long as I’d known him.
I groaned, making as much noise as I wanted because there was nobody else around.
He licked and sucked me, one hand creeping between my legs to cup my balls and stroke my taint. Feeling exploded through my body, but I kept a grip on my orgasm, not wanting to come in his mouth even though I knew he would have swallowed and had me practically coming all over again.
He was so warm and wet, and he took my dick so fucking well it was almost criminal that we didn’t get to do this every day.
But it only made it better when we did.
I needed his lips. Needed to fucking kiss him and touch him and remind myself that he was mine.
I dragged him up onto his feet and kissed his mouth, taking what I wanted from him, delving my tongue inside his mouth to own every part of it before dragging my lips away and spinning him around. “Undo your jeans.”
He rested one hand on the tree trunk, the other dropping to his fly.
I kissed his neck from behind and slid my hand around him, stroking his cock once he had it free.
He was thick. He had the perfect cock, one I wanted inside me, just as soon as I’d been inside him.
I pulled my hand back and poked two fingers into my mouth, not giving a shit that I’d been carrying wood not all that long before and hadn’t washed the dirt off my hands. Or that they’d been wrapped around Scythe’s cock just seconds ago.
All I cared about, all I ever fucking cared about when he and I were together, was that I made him feel as good as I did.
I rubbed my lubed-up fingers between his ass cheeks, searching for his entrance. “Fuck your hand while I fuck you. But don’t come until you’re in my ass.”
He didn’t say anything, but his hand dropped to his cock and he started up a slow, torturous stroke that looked like it would be half pleasure, half pain.
I worked his tight rear hole until I had one finger inside him, and then two.
The sun had set somewhere along the way, casting the woods in a deep, blue glow that promised complete darkness in minutes rather than hours.
But neither of us cared. The woods around us were silent, only our too-heavy breathing filling the air.
“You’re too quiet. Say something so I know you like it,” I whispered in his ear.
He turned his head, making eye contact with me, his sarcastic grin firmly in place even as he rocked against my hand, demanding more and more of my fingers inside him.
“Quack.”
For a second, I just stared at him. Then burst out laughing. “Quack?”
“You said say something if I liked it. You didn’t say what.”
I kissed his stupid mouth with a grin on mine. “Gonna fuck you now, duck.” I pressed my dick to his entrance and groaned loudly when I pushed inside him, the tightness of his ass squeezing my cock.
“Oh, quack me!”
I only fucked him harder in the hopes of shutting him up.
Every slap of my thighs against the back of his had Scythe shouting quacks louder and louder.
I didn’t know whether to laugh or come.
In the end, I did both.
I came with a shout of his name, coming inside him, my orgasm ripping through my body and making my knees wobbly. But all while grinning at how fucking lucky I was to have him in my life, even if it wasn’t consistent.
I didn’t know when he’d become my best friend. But he was. Sometimes our screwing was more tender. But that was normally when Bliss was with us.
Sometimes we were hard and fast and rough.
And sometimes he was just a fucking goose.
Or a duck. Whatever.
I kissed the side of his neck and pulled out, whispering in his ear the guttural need I couldn’t get rid of, even though I’d come. “Want you,” I managed to get out between licks of his skin.
“Your turn on your knees.”
I knelt down, reaching for his cock beaded with precum. But he pushed me onto all fours, spreading my legs wide so he could fit behind me.
My legs shook with anticipation, my dick threatening to get up again.
His cock found its way between my ass cheeks, and he teased me there, nudging my hole with just the tip of his dick, working me slowly so I took a tiny bit more every time.
I dropped my head, inhaling the fresh smell of earth, need coiling inside me, my dick fully erect again even though I’d only just come.
He always had that effect on me. We could go all night, taking turns getting hard, fucking each other, never getting enough because we didn’t know when we’d get it again.
My orgasm teetered on the edge, my dick leaking, begging for that additional something that would push me over. “Fuck me already, asshole. Stop teasing me like I’m a virgin.”
“Don’t threaten me with a good time.”
He slid inside me strong and fast.
Both of us groaned together, our relief and arousal mixing in the quiet night air. Leaves crunched beneath my palms when I adjusted my position, sliding my knees out a little farther and resting all my weight on one hand so I could stroke my dick with the other, the fucking thing so desperate to come again I couldn’t stand it.
“You feel so fucking good.” Scythe gripped my hips, pulling me toward him so he slammed against my ass, each thrust strong and powerful and so fucking satisfying I couldn’t shut myself up.
I moaned every time he filled me, stroking my dick faster, keeping time with his thrusts and barely maintaining control of myself as his cock stretched me perfectly.
I muffled a shout, coming again, spurting over my hand and the earth below me.
“.” He growled my name, his tone so possessive.
I wanted to both tell him to fuck off and remind him that he was mine as much as I was his.
He came with a shuddering shake, fingers digging into my skin, leaning over me and biting at my back, soothing away the sting of each mark with quick licks of his tongue and slow, leisurely thrusts, milking the last of both of our orgasms.
I fought to keep myself upright, pleasure and pain mixing into a heady swell that I never wanted to end.
He breathed heavily, withdrawing from my body, then rubbing his cum in for good measure. After a second, he paused, like he’d only just realized what he was doing.
Or maybe where he was doing it.
He dragged me up until we were both on our knees and I got to my feet, looking for the clothes we’d discarded. It was almost pitch-black, no light from the clearing making it back this far and the moon above our heads struggling to shine through the treetops.
“We got carried away, didn’t we?” he asked, voice slightly raspy. “Fuck, I’m covered in your cum. And mine. Got a warm, wet washcloth handy by any chance?”
I found my shirt and tossed him his. “You’re such a princess.” I started hiking toward the lake.
“Where are you going?”
“To the lake.”
“But there could be penguins in there!”
I squinted at him, forever baffled by the way his mind worked. “First ducks. Now penguins. I say this with the utmost of sincerity. Are you high?”
He shook his head.
I cocked my head to one side. “I’m swimming in the lake. Naked. If you’re scared of the eels…or the penguins…then feel free to just go back to the others.”
He paused. “Naked, you say?”
I grinned and walked away, knowing he’d follow.
As I waded into the cold water, I made a mental note to discuss his apparent new fascination with aquatic birds when we had more clothes on.