Chapter 24
Chapter Twenty-Four
Pillowy Tits and Soft Clits
S lade carried his woman— this woman —from the shower to his bed. She clung to the back of his neck. Her eyes were wide.
Nelle wasn’t sure how to feel at that moment. Sexually paralyzed yet well aware that she was in the belly of the beast. Slade didn’t smile. He didn’t offer sweet words. He didn’t place Nelle down on the bed carefully and tuck her in and kiss her goodnight.
He put her down on the bed, did not cover her, and then stood there, admiring her damp, naked body. His eyes devouring the sight of her full, perfect tits. Her button-like nipples knotted so tight from the water and now the cool air in the room. Her hands grabbing for the sheets, skin breathing out with goosebumps.
Was she cold or just simply scared? Slade wondered.
His cock bounced with the beat of his heart. Without a spoken word they both move in different directions. Slade dressed himself while Nelle climbed under the covers and pulled them up to her chin.
As Slade sat on the corner of the bed to put his boots back on, someone knocked on the door.
“Yeah?” Slade called out.
“It’s Muffin.”
Muffin ? Nelle thought.
Slade glanced over at Nelle to make sure she was covered up. Then he walked to the bedroom door and unlocked it. A curious Nelle sat up even more in the bed, keeping the heavy blankets up to her chin. She had no idea what to expect yet when she saw the size of a man in an apron as he walked into the bedroom carrying a tray of food… Her jaw dropped.
“Sweetheart, this is Muffin,” Slade said. “He keeps us fed.”
“Have to make sure some of the booze gets absorbed with something besides just their livers,” Muffin said with a grin.
Nelle told herself to stop looking so surprised. She didn’t want to insult the gigantic man.
Muffin chuckled. “I guess you haven’t heard about me.”
“I’m sorry,” Nelle managed to say.
“No need to be,” Muffin said. “Brought you something to eat. Heard you were hard at work saving Virus’s life.”
Nelle nodded.
“Thanks, brother,” Slade said. “I’ll meet you out in the hallway. I have to talk to Virus.”
“You got it,” Muffin said. He pointed at Nelle. “You need anything, you let me know. Or tell Maggie to get me. Got that?”
Nelle nodded. Muffin exited the room. Slade brought the tray of food to the bed.
“Homemade pizza,” Slade said. “Fresh salad. And a beer.”
“Is that guy…”
“Yeah. He’s part of the club. He’s fully patched in. He’s a full member. He’s a fucking great chef though. And a baker. Whatever you want to call him, he’s a legend in the kitchen. And yet at the same time, if he needs to break someone’s neck, he can do that too.”
That made Nelle swallow hard.
“Muffin,” she whispered.
“Yeah,” Slade said. “I’ll be back in a little bit. I’m going to lock the door. I have a key.”
“That doesn’t make me feel safe.”
“If you don’t feel safe here, sweetheart, then leave again. See how that works out for you.”
Slade touched Nelle’s chin as he said that. She simply just stared at Slade in total disbelief. Slade turned away from Nelle and left her in his bed with something to eat and drink.
Out in the hallway Muffin waited with his arms folded, a smirk on his face.
“No comments needed, brother,” Slade said.
“I didn’t say a word,” Muffin said. “Not one fucking word at all.”
Muffin whistled. Slade gritted his teeth. They broke apart when Muffin turned to go behind the bar and into the kitchen. Slade kept walking and went to prayer.
Virus had since been propped up a little, holding one of the bottles of vodka with his left hand. He looked tired, drained… like he had almost been murdered.
“You done fucking the woman who saved me?” Virus growled.
Slade laughed. “You’re miserable.”
“I was shot up, brother.”
“That’s why we need you coherent for a little bit longer,” Cyrus said. “Who did this?”
Slade looked around the room. “Where’s Linc? Priest? The others?”
“Linc is out on a run with Priest to make sure this didn’t get back to anyone,” Cyrus said. “One more shooting in town, with one of our members, and we’re in big fucking trouble. What the fuck is going on around here?”
Cyrus looked not only tense, but worried and pissed the fuck off. Which everyone at the table was. And those who knew about the rat…
For a second Slade pondered the thought.
Virus.
But there was no chance of that. Virus could not be the rat.
“Talk,” Slade said.
“Brother, I was just riding back here. That’s all. Turned at the gate and before the prospects could open up, I heard a noise. The revving of a car engine. Not some worked up thing either. This was a smooth growl. Expensive. That’s why I looked. Next thing I knew, fucking bullets are hitting me.”
“You’re telling me someone drove by here and started shooting?” Slade asked.
“That’s exactly what I’m telling you.”
“Darrow has the footage,” Cyrus said. “It matches.”
“Of course it matches,” Virus growled. “Are you calling me a fucking liar?”
Slade grabbed Virus’s shirt and tucked his knuckles hard under his chin.
“Bullet holes or not, that’s your President you’re talking to. Want another bullet hole? Between your fucking eyes?”
Virus swallowed hard. He knew his place in the club. He was the muscle. An enforcer .
Slade took his hand away. “Do we have anything to go on? Any info?”
“Nothing yet,” Cyrus said.
“You kept me in pain for that?” Virus asked.
“Wanted to make sure nothing came back to you later on,” Slade said. “You were riding and got shot. That’s it?”
“I was fucking ambushed. I did nothing to nobody, brother. If you want to know, I was on my way back from the pharmacy. Picked up some magic pills for my dick.”
“Oh, Jesus Christ,” Cyrus said.
“What the hell do you need dick pills for?” Slade asked.
“I’m breaking in a new deecee for the clubhouse,” Virus said. “Stripper in debt who needs help. I wanted to pop a pill and test the four-hour erection theory.”
“I’ll tell you right now, asshole,” Cyrus said, “you get a hard on for four hours, don’t you dare come here looking for Dr. Jess to show up and play with your stiffy.”
Slade noted the intense anger in Cyrus’s eyes and voice.
“If I stay for more than four hours, I’m going to keep going until either my dick falls off or my heart gives out,” Virus said. “So now can I have some fucking painkillers?”
“Yeah,” Slade said. “Why not…”
Cyrus walked out of prayer to get Warren to open up the medicine cabinet and get the good stuff that would knock Virus on his ass for a day or two. He also planned on having Skylar keep Virus company too. Her big, pillowy tits would be great to rest on and suck on and she could be a good deecee, taking care of all of Virus’s needs.
With Cyrus out of prayer Slade stared at Virus.
“What?” Virus asked.
“Black car? White car? Anything?”
“You can watch the video. It’s a pro doing it. The way the car just rolls right by. Window opened just enough to get a silencer out. I’ll never forget that almost whispering sound and then the red-hot pain.”
“A pro yet they didn’t kill you.”
“Yeah. I guess.”
A message then, Slade thought. Someone wanting the attention of the club.
“You piss anyone off lately?” Slade asked. “Do you owe anyone money?”
“No, brother. That’s not my gig. You know that. I spend my money on pussy. And I pay upfront.”
“Stripper’s boyfriend? Some shady pimp?”
“Slade.”
“I know. There’s just a lot of bullets flying lately, Virus. Linc was almost killed.”
“That was SS13 though.”
“Which we still haven’t fucking settled up with,” Slade growled.
“This was not them.”
“Unless they hired out again.”
“Fuck,” Virus said. “If they hired out, then it was expensive.”
“ Yellow Bunny sales,” Slade said.
That nasty drug stuff had insanely high margins.
Slade took care of the finances for the club and he had run numbers that nobody else knew about. The drug trade was way off limits, but goddamn, did that stuff make a ton of money. A shit crew like SS13 could have been selling, stockpiling, and prepping for a war.
“Look, if you want to check my place and comb through my personal finances, go for it,” Virus said. “You want to climb up my ass and look around too, go for it. I know there’s something going on around here, Slade. The club is never this uneasy. Ever. I’m just holding my ground for the sake of myself, my leather cut, and whatever the vision is. I have nothing to hide.”
Cyrus opened the door and standing next to him was Skylar.
She made a sad, pouting face. “You poor thing. Come with me, baby. I’ll take care of you.”
To make her point even more clearer, Skylar hooked her thumbs into the thin, stressed out straps of her tank top and pulled them down. Her massive tits fell free. Huge, creamy tits. Light pink nipples. Massive.
Virus moved his way off the table and stood up. He hobbled his way forward as Skylar played with the tits for everyone to see.
“Almost worth getting shot, huh?” Cyrus asked.
Virus chuckled. He’d be occupied for the time being. Slade looked to Cyrus and the President gave a nod. Not much else to do at the moment. But things were tense.
Very fucking tense.
Slade found Nelle asleep, partially sitting up, the tray of food next to her, completely empty. Muffin’s homemade pizza was a goddamn heavy meal that could put anyone to sleep. Not to mention the beer or the intense orgasms before that.
In all truth, Slade didn’t even know what fucking time it was. Closer to midnight or closer to sunrise? Not that it mattered at all.
Slade locked his door and stepped out of his boots. He took his leather cut off and tossed it to his dresser. Next he unbuttoned his jeans but he left the zipper in place meaning he left his jeans on. He reached down to his right ankle and produced a gun. That went on the nightstand.
Things were very fucking tense… Slade couldn’t possibly imagine the clubhouse coming under attack, but strange shit happened in the outlaw world all the time.
Kind of like having a woman like Nelle in his bed. Sleeping, wearing nothing but a T-shirt. One of Slade’s T-shirts.
Slade took the food tray off the bed. He then lifted the covers to help himself to a look at Nelle.
Don’t like that? Then don’t end up in my fucking bed , Slade thought.
He saw where the T-shirt bunched up and ended, giving sight to Nelle’s right inner leg. Just an inch or two away from seeing her warm, delicious cunt. The perfect midnight snack. (Or whatever fucking time it was…)
Slade nodded and licked his lips. A shot of whiskey and the lick of a wet cunt… that’s how you finished up…
Slade carefully moved into the bed and nestled down between Nelle’s legs and moved the T-shirt out of the way. Her slit stared back at him, stubbly skin, dry. A perfect line of temptation. Her labia curled, sleeping, not expecting the lick from an outlaw’s tongue. Her skin smelled warm. The sweet hint of honey lingering but not overpowering… yet .
Slade licked his lips again.
Sometimes it wasn’t all that bad having a woman in his bed.