Chapter Thirteen.
Hallie
Unsettled, I headed up to my room after eating.
King on my heels, watching my back as always.
I half expected one of the kids to pop out with a rocket launcher.
Although Wraith claimed the rocket launchers were locked up.
That didn’t reassure me in the slightest. Dinner had been pleasant, but awkward.
The six men I’d had arrested were present, and while polite, they were distant.
Their women were also guarded. King and I made our excuses as soon as possible.
“That was fun,” King quipped, but I sensed his tension.
“Two days, no more.”
“Can’t disagree. The quicker we leave, the better. But we’re not returning home either. Let’s find a state that’s warm in the summer and snowy in the winter, like it should be,” I teased, and King offered me a dirty look. He hated the cold.
“Guess we need to make a decision about where we’re going to live,” King agreed.
“You’re moving?” Rascal demanded from behind.
“What’s that to do with you?” King retorted.
“Hallie, I asked a question,” Rascal snapped.
I instantly bristled. How dare he talk… “Oof,” I grunted as Rascal took two steps forward, dropped his shoulder and slung me over it.
“Put me the fuck down!” I shrieked, pounding on his back.
“Stay the hell out and go downstairs or you’ll need knitting needles in your ears. This is gonna get loud,” Rascal promised.
“Jesus!” King muttered and stomped off.
“Traitor!” I yelled.
“Oh, are they at that stage?” I heard Clio ask. “Someone turn the music up!”
What was wrong with these people?
Rascal slammed into my bedroom and tossed me on the bed. I scrambled to get up, and he caught my wrist. Instantly guessing what Rascal was about to do, I squirmed and fought, but I still ended up cuffed. I kicked his knee as he smirked.
“Now you’re going to listen!” he stated.
I lashed out again and started yanking at the cuff, trying to break the slat in the headboard. Seconds later, a hand hit my ass, and I yelped in shock. I turned and bit him in retaliation, and Rascal grinned.
“You sick fuck!” I spat.
He leaned against the wall as I began spewing profanity.
The infuriating man looked hot and sexy, and goddamn knew it.
That made me even madder. My mouth kept running, and then I choked halfway through insulting his manhood as Rascal stripped off his tee.
Moments later his jeans hit the floor as Rascal kicked his boots off.
Stark naked, he stood there with his cock in hand, stroking it.
“Put that thing anywhere near me, and I’ll bite it off!”
“You’re going to beg me,” Rascal stated confidently.
“Like fuck,” I snapped, but I was almost there already. Seriously, I’d missed his cock, and the view I’d got the other night had only stirred up memories.
“Keep going, babe. Let me hear what a motherfuckin’ cunt I am,” Rascal smirked. As I ran my mouth, I stripped off my jeans and panties and opened my legs wide. Rascal loudly swallowed, and now I was the one smirking.
I slipped my fingers between my legs and moaned. “God, I’m so wet, do you remember how I feel?” I murmured.
“You little bitch,” Rascal ground out. I raised my free hand and cupped a breast, squeezing through the tee. My nipples were already hard, and I twisted one, moaning slightly.
Rascal shifted, and I knew I had his attention.
I slid slowly down my stomach and back to my pussy.
Drops of precum dripped from Rascal’s cock.
Our sex life had been great, but never this desperate.
Heat was rising, and I felt like I was about to combust. I wanted to fuck, not make love, but fuck.
Hard, raw, and dirty. I pinched my clit and moaned long and loud.
My body reacted, wet fever pooling between my legs, and I squirmed, rubbing them together.
My eyes closed as need swept through me, and I twisted onto my knees. Behind me, Rascal groaned at the sight of my ass in the air.
“You either fuck me now, or don’t touch me,” I breathlessly whispered as I kept playing with my clit. I didn’t see Rascal move, but he settled between my legs, and the tip of his cock nudged my entrance. I shoved backwards, but Rascal moved too.
“Beg,” Rascal demanded.
“Fuck you, asshole,” I moaned and pinched my nub. My breathing sped up as my pussy fluttered. I didn’t need Rascal to make me come. I arched my back.
“Oh God,” I cried as I began to spasm.
“Bitch!” Rascal groaned and pushed inside. My walls clamped down as I tipped over the edge and came hard. I milked it for as long as possible as I tumbled into pure sensation. My entire body felt primed, sensitive, and needy.
“Fuck me roughly,” I ordered, and Rascal pulled out and slammed back in. A little frisson of pain ran through me, and my walls clenched around him.
“Yes, like that, make it hurt,” I begged.
Harsh fingers gripped my hips as Rascal obeyed. Every thrust went deeper, and I cried out as my entire body came alive. A hand crashed down hard on my butt cheek and made me jump, adding to the thrill.
Rascal’s breathing met mine, frantic, gasping, desperate, as he spread the wetness around my ass. Anal play wasn’t something we’d ever did but now I didn’t care. I wanted it.
“Take it,” I growled out. Rascal didn’t hesitate and shoved a finger in.
I was shocked at the intrusion, but Rascal didn’t stop.
He kept pounding into my pussy as his fingers stretched my ass and he pushed two in.
The bite of pain hit me in the right spot, and with a shattered scream, I came apart in Rascal’s hands.
Moments later I felt him spill inside me.
Holding me still and grinding against me as he shot his own load.
His hand slapped my butt again as I dropped onto my front.
My own juices spilt alongside his down my thighs, and I didn’t give a shit. I was on birth control, so there was no risk of pregnancy. Rascal collapsed beside me and pulled me close. Our bodies were slick with sweat and the results of our lovemaking.
“I hate you,” I murmured.
“I love the way you hate me.”
“This is just hate fucking.”
“Then hate bang me for the rest of your life,” Rascal taunted and bit my neck. I gasped and tilted back against him. He drew my delicate skin between his teeth as he reached over for his tee and cleaned me up.
“I’m gonna screw your hate daily,” he promised, and I laughed.
“You do that, asshole!” I demanded, spreading my legs again. I had five years to make up for, and I wasn’t anywhere near tired.
“Well, I’m surprised you can walk,” King said the next morning.
“Dude, I needed a good fuck,” I replied, and King gaped, as Clio and Thalia choked on their coffee.
“Damn girl, you own that!” Thalia teased, and I grinned ferally. Thalia blinked and smirked. “Oh, I remember those days.”
“What do you mean? We’re still hot in the sack,” Bear looked shocked as he gazed at Thalia.
“Bear, we have children,” Thalia shot back.
“You’re having the brats tonight,” Bear turned to Chance, who gave Bear a ‘what the hell’ look.
“Apparently, Thalia said Bear doesn’t tear the sheets up anymore. Got to admit, kids are cockblockers,” Clio sighed. Now Chance looked insulted, and I tried not to laugh. I didn’t want to like Hellfire, but this was some funny shit.
“Fanatic!” Chance bellowed.
“Fuck no! I’ve got enough on my hands. Get a prospect!” Fanatic yelled in return.
“Jinx!”
“Yo,” Jinx popped his head through a door.
Within seconds, Fanatic tripped over nothing; his breakfast flew through the air and hit the brother called Shotgun.
Shotgun jumped backwards, and the coffee flew out of his cup and splashed all over Diesel.
Diesel leaned away, and the chair he was sitting in snapped, and he ended up on his back with his legs stuck upwards.
“Holy crap,” his wife Alice laughed, peering over and staring at Diesel, who looked shocked. “Jinx is on form.”
“Where’s Danny?” Six brothers yelled. Willow, Fanatic’s FBI old lady, placidly carried Danny over and placed him in Jinx’s arms. The tension in the room evaporated, and everyone sighed.
“I don’t understand.”
“Things just happen around Jinx. We’ve discovered that Danny neutralises him. The brothers keep trying to convince Fanatic and Willow to let Jinx cart Danny around permanently, but they refuse,” Clio explained.
Alice was laughing as Diesel got up, groaning and rubbing his back.
“Damn,” King said, wide-eyed. “Can’t we throw Jinx at Kira?” I began laughing. That was a funny thought.
“Daddy!” a little girl screamed as Bear shot to his feet.
“Mia Charlotte?” Bear cried, hearing the fear in her voice.
“Bad lady’s trying to take Angelina!”
Chey and Celt were moving before anyone else. They fled out the door with their oldest son, Jesse outstripping them. Everyone raced for the exit, Bear stopping to grab Mia Charlotte. He thrust her at Jinx.
“Protect the children,” he roared. Half of the club’s children were here while the other half were clearly playing outside.
A horrible thought hit me. This had to be Kira! She’d made her move, and not one anyone expected. We raced towards the gate, and we could see a gaggle of kids. They were surrounding someone, and we began to slow down. Whoever it was had no chance.
“Holy fuck, they’re feral!” King muttered as several of us came to a stop.
The stranger was hogtied, covered in paint, with sand thrown on top, and I swear to God I saw the crackle of a taser.
“Make her piss herself!” a little girl shouted and pulled her foot back and kicked their captive. A couple of large dogs bounced around, growling and barking, and it was clear the prisoner was going nowhere.
“Give me that damn taser before you hurt yourself!” Celt yelled and took it off Angelina.
“This didn’t just happen!” Chey said, pulling Angelina into a hug. Chey checked her over and kissed her face before sighing in relief.