Chapter Eight #2
“I can’t help it,” I admitted. “It just feels… uncomfortable.”
He sighed and came up over my body, pressing me into the mattress. “Then I won’t do it anymore. Not until we’ve been together a little longer, or you tell me you want to try again. I just really love pleasing you, and you come so hard when I lick your pussy.”
“I’ll get there. Maybe.” I gave him a hesitant smile. “Did I ruin the mood?”
“No.” He kissed me. “Never.”
Charming got up, only to stretch out on his back. He reached for me, helping me straddle him. Placing his thumb on my clit, he rubbed in small circles until I was so wet I knew I was making a mess of both of us. I braced my hands on his chest and rocked my hips.
“So beautiful,” he murmured. He bucked his hips, and I felt his cock against my ass. “Watching you makes me so damn hard.”
“I’m close,” I said, feeling the pleasure flow through me. He worked my clit faster and I gasped as I came, a cry lodged in my throat.
“Ride me, sweetheart. Get yourself off and let me see you come again. Prettiest sight I’ve ever seen.”
I wrapped my fingers around his cock and lowered myself onto his shaft. I felt the slight burn as he stretched me wide and tipped my head back, enjoying the sensation. He kept working my clit as I moved, lifting nearly all the way off him, then taking him inside me again.
“That’s it.” His thumb rubbed faster and harder. “Show me how much you love having my cock inside you.”
“Halden, I… I can’t…” My hips moved faster but it wasn’t enough. Even though I’d already had one orgasm, the next remained out of reach. He flipped us and drove into me. “Yes! More! Don’t stop.”
I clung to him, my nails biting into his shoulders. Sweat slicked his skin as he thrust into me faster. I hooked my legs over his, trying to spread my thighs farther. Charming adjusted, shifting until his cock hit just the right spot.
“Oh, God! Halden! It’s too much. I can’t… can’t…” I screamed, my body bowing as I came, my release soaking the bedding. It only took two more strokes before I felt him filling me up with his cum.
Charming rolled to his side, staying buried inside me. I cuddled close to him and breathed in his scent.
“Be careful,” I murmured. “Come back home to me.”
He kissed the top of my head. “I will. I can stay another minute, then I need to go. Can’t leave them waiting.”
I nodded and held on tighter. This was the part I dreaded.
When he left and he wasn’t staying inside the compound, I always worried he’d get hurt, or worse…
someone would kill him. Not being able to leave probably drove my fear.
Even though I wouldn’t be able to protect him, knowing I couldn’t even go to his side if something happened absolutely gutted me.
He rolled out of bed and I heard him pulling on his clothes. I cracked my eyes open as he walked out of the room.
“Love you, Halden,” I whispered. I thought I saw him hesitate, but decided I was wrong when he kept going without saying a word. I only hoped he was right, and he’d be home, safe and sound, soon enough. If anything happened to him, I didn’t know how I’d keep going. My world would end.
* * *
Charming
The old barn was actually part of our property now.
The club had purchased the land, home, and structure behind our compound.
I’d contemplated taking in most of the land, but I liked the buffer between civilians and our fence line.
Plus, I had a few ideas for this place. Or rather, for the house. The barn had come in handy twice now.
I eyed the men around me before studying the asshole they’d hauled to the barn. Mason Reynolds IV. He clearly liked dominating kids because no adult would ever bow to him. The fucker kept whining and blubbering. I’d seen women with bigger balls than this guy.
The barn doors flew open and I turned, seeing Phantom and Drifter walk in.
“Who the hell told you where we were?” I demanded. The entire point of all this had been to handle the matter without Phantom. He had a family now. A wife and three kids who needed him. Samurai had worried about his cousin handling Mason, and I’d agreed.
Shade cleared his throat. “I did. As nice as our gesture was, Phantom needed to be here for this, and Drifter wants a chance to defend his daughter.”
“We’ll talk later,” I said, glaring at the offender. Fucker didn’t even have the decency to look repentant.
Phantom and Drifter came closer. We’d strung Mason from the rafters, his toes lightly scraping the ground as he tried to find purchase.
Havoc, Scratch, and Stripes had worked him over, bruising his ribs and torso.
They’d wanted the man to suffer and we’d been dragging this out.
The man had pissed himself twice and a puddle had formed underneath him.
I knew everyone wanted a shot at the bastard.
“Know who I am?” Phantom asked.
“The filthy biker who took my precious boy.”
I mentally winced. He really shouldn’t have said that. Phantom was already protective of his new family. If Mason thought he’d been in pain before, things were about to get a lot worse for him. And the way Drifter eyed the motherfucker, he wanted his pound of flesh too.
Samurai stepped up next to Phantom, rage rolling off him. Most likely, it had triggered the way he’d felt when Heather had been molesting him. I wondered if she’d ever called him that. This had to be a nightmare for Samurai, but he was holding it together.
Stripes strolled up next to Mason. “Wrong answer.”
“Tie his feet,” Phantom said.
I folded my arms and waited to see what he’d do. I could have forced him from the barn, but it wouldn’t have been right. If he felt he needed to do this, then I’d let him. I had no idea what he had planned, but Mason was his, for however long he wanted to torture the asshole.
Magnus brought over a length of rope and tied Mason’s ankles together. Mason wriggled like a fish on a hook, his whine taking on a new pitch that hurt my damn ears. Good thing there wasn’t anyone else around for miles, except the compound.
“I need two things,” Phantom said. “Acid. If it was good enough to hurt Charisma, then he can get a sample. He might not have thrown it on her, but he probably would have if he’d thought of it.”
“And the second?” I asked.
“I need my kit. It’s in my saddlebags.”
Shit. If Phantom wanted that kit, things were about to get ugly. I’d seen his work before. Admired it even. I wasn’t sure what his woman would think of all this. How was he going to feel if he tortured this guy, then went home to his wife and kids? Would she condone what was happening?
I had a feeling she wouldn’t care that Mason had been killed.
It was more of a worry about whether or not she wanted Phantom to do it.
We’d clean shit up, and hopefully Mason would never be found.
But if he was, and there was any bit of evidence tying him to Phantom, things could go from bad to worse.
I didn’t want him locked up, not when Charisma and the kids needed him.
Phantom removed his cut and his shirt, handing both off to Stripes.
At least he’d been mindful to try and not carry this rapist’s blood home to his family.
Fucker might be carrying something for all we knew.
The kids had checked out, but who knew where he’d put his dick last. Just the thought of him hurting those kids that way made me want to rip him to shreds with my bare hands.
Cinder gave Phantom a thick rubber glove before handing him some acid.
I didn’t even ask why he’d brought any, or where he’d gotten it.
Some things, I’d learned, I just didn’t want to know.
With the man’s background, he had access to shit even I couldn’t get my hands on.
Although, acid was probably somewhat easy to locate.
Hell, even school labs stocked the shit, or they had when I’d been in high school.
“After hearing what happened to your woman, I figured you’d want the fucker to suffer this way. I made sure we were prepared,” Cinder said.
The man might no longer be the President of the club, but he still made sure everyone’s needs were met.
He’d understood what Phantom would want and made sure it was available.
Maybe if I hadn’t been so focused on Dakota, I’d have thought of it.
Then again, Cinder had been the head of this club for a long-ass time.
He had big shoes to fill, and I knew it would take time for me to reach his level.
“If I do this, he won’t last long. Drifter, I had them bring the kit in for you. Use whatever you want in there. I’ll wait.” Phantom stepped back, giving his new father-in-law room to work.
Drifter didn’t hesitate. He checked out Phantom’s kit and started by yanking Mason’s toenails out.
He took his time, making the pain last as long as possible.
When he’d removed all ten toenails, he started slicing the man.
Small, shallow cuts that I knew would hurt like a bitch.
He even cut off an ear. When Mason passed out, like the pussy he was, we threw cold water on him.
He jolted back to consciousness, and Drifter went at him again.
The crazed look in his eyes said he’d do this all night, until Mason Reynolds IV breathed his last and wouldn’t be able to ever hurt another child again. I wondered if I should step in, but Phantom seemed to have it handled.
“You done?” Phantom asked.
Drifter growled and gave a slight nod. “I’ll finish him off after you’ve done your part. That was my daughter you made deaf! My grandson that you touched. Death is too good for you, but I refuse to leave you breathing. They deserve some closure.”