Chapter 28
Reaper
Mako, as Brandon was now called, was having the time of his life as two club girls danced all over him, one had his cock in her mouth while the other made out with him. We’d left him to go enjoy them a while ago, but the little show was entertaining for a while.
He was older than I was when I patched over, but I was also about to be a dad when I did. How things have changed.
I looked down at my phone to see if I had a missed call from Rowan. It was getting late, and I was very much looking forward to fucking her against a wall in this clubhouse. She hadn’t been here yet, and I wanted to christen every goddamn room.
“You look troubled, Prez, want to relax?”
Jesus, when would this bitch stop?
I turned to look at Tee, her hands moving over my chest, and under my kutte. Stepping back, I held her wrists away from me. “I’m not available. Find someone else.”
“Come on, Prez. I know how to make you relax. Your ol’ lady won’t even know about it.”
“I don’t know how many ways I can possibly tell you how repulsive I find you, Tee. You’ve never been someone I want to fuck or have suck my cock. I’ve only ever wanted Rowan, and now she’s mine, you would do well to respect that.”
“She’s always been a useless cunt, even in school.”
I stepped closer, towering over her, rage simmering just under the surface. “Speak about her like that again, and I’ll revise my creed about doing no harm to women. Not that you’re much of one anymore.”
Tee stepped back, her stiff upper lip quivering a little. I’d hit a nerve. Good. Maybe she would leave me in peace, finally.
I grabbed my whiskey from the bar and headed out into the fresh air.
Maverick was sitting by the shed, smoking.
I hadn’t seen him smoke in months. Shadow was lurking nearby, on his phone, with Trojan not far away.
Those two were never one to party with us.
I headed over to Maverick and sat down, enjoying the night air.
Our regular clubhouse was quiet, no traffic, no outside sounds other than nature, but being here, you could hear everything.
“You good?”
“Yeah,” he said, putting smoke out.
“Apartment trouble or the other kind of trouble I’m going to need to know about?”
He smirked, but it didn’t reach his eyes. Oh shit. Something actually was going on.
“Nothing you need worry about, Reap. I got it covered.”
“You sure. I know I’ve been preoccupied, but I can help.”
Maverick shook his head. “Nah, it’s good. Maybe after tonight, but right now, your missus just rocked up.”
Turning, I saw Rowan get out of Cherry’s car, both of the girls laughing.
“You got a good one there, Reap, don’t fuck it up.”
“Brother, I’m well aware.”
I smacked him on the back and tossed the last of my drink down my throat before I headed over to her. She was just entering the clubhouse with Cherry, when I pulled her back against me, my arm wrapped around her waist, my mouth on her neck.
She moaned into my touch.
“Where you been?”
“Sleeping,” she chuckled. “Cherry had to near break down the door to wake me up. You wore me out this afternoon.”
“Am I hearing a complaint come out of that perfect mouth?”
Rowan turned in my arms, a smirk on that delectable face, as she wrapped her arms around me. “Never, but maybe this perfect mouth wants to be filled by her man’s god-like cock.”
The growl that came out of my chest wasn’t human, I was convinced it was some primal part of my ancestor’s DNA dating back to the Neanderthals.
Her eyes widened in delight as I hauled her up and over my shoulder, pushing through the crowd and down the hall to where the rooms were.
I kicked the door in of the first room, interrupting a make out session of a club girl and Beast.
“Out,” I growled at them. Beast chuckled, grabbing his shirt and herding the girl out, before I slammed the door shut with the back of my boot and threw my girl down on the bed.
She pushed up on the elbows, and watched as I undid my jeans and pushed them down my legs.
Slowly, Rowan slid to her knees, looking at me the entire time, before she pulled my cock from my jocks licking around the crown, while pulling my underwear to the floor.
I stepped out of them, and gripped her hair, yanking her head back.
“Eyes on me, baby.”
She nodded, her tongue flattening before she slid it on the underside of my cock.
I leaned back, so I could watch my cock disappear into her mouth.
The sensation of her warm, wet mouth on my sensitive and aching cock was enough to send me over the edge.
I gripped her hair tighter, controlling her movements.
Pushing her head all the way down, my cock moved into her throat, and I heard her gag before I pulled her back. Jesus, she looked good like this.
On her knees.
Before me.
Mouth wet and swollen from my cock.
Eyes filled with desire for me.
She sucked me back into her mouth, bobbing up and down quickly, my cock and balls singing for me to let myself come but I wouldn’t. I wanted to empty inside of her, see my cum drip down her thighs.
I wanted to brand her from the inside out.
Fuck, one more deepthroat and I had her up in my arms, her legs wrapped around me, before I slammed her against the wall, sliding her panties to the side under her skirt, and feeling just how fucking dripping she was for me.
Perfection.
Gripping my cock, I positioned myself at her core, and slammed all the way home.
We cried out together. I waited for a minute, just relishing the feeling of her tight pussy wrapped around me, letting her stretch to accommodate me, before I started to piston into her.
Our lips met, all teeth and hard grunting as we battled together, while my cock was fucking into her so hard, I could feel our arousal between our legs.
God this woman was amazing.
She met my insatiable need with everything she had, and then some. My balls had never been so damn empty in all my life.
And I was damn happy about that.
Thrust.
Thrust.
Thrust.
Her nails dug into my shoulders, probably drawing blood. I had a few marks from her, but I wore them with pride. They were my battle wounds from making my woman scream, and cry out from orgasming. I’ll tattoo them on my skin next time I hit up our tattoo joint.
“Shit, Wyatt, yes, deeper.”
Fuck me.
I pulled from her, almost getting clocked by her hand trying to slap me for it. I chuckled, turning her so she had her foot on the ground, her knee up on the desk, and she was pressed against the window.
Oh yeah…look at that delicious arse in front of me. I slapped one cheek, and my cock hardened even more when she cried out in ecstasy from it.
My eye caught on movement outside, and I looked out at Tee, who had looked in at that precise moment, seeing my woman pressed against the window, and me about to drive into her.
Fuck yeah.
Watch what you’ll never have, whore.
Rowan
When Reaper slid back into me, he was deeper than before. I moaned, loving how thick he was, how much he could stretch me, and make my pussy squeeze his cock in response. My breath formed fog on the window as I huffed out my cries and moans. That’s when I saw her.
Looking in at me, her eyes narrowed into near slits. I knew Reaper had seen her too, that’s why he was going slow, to eke out every slow reaction, just to show her what she’d never get.
Fuck I loved this man. He hated her as much as I did.
“Wyatt, fuck me like she’s never gonna be fucked. Show her.”
His dark rumble of laughter was enough to have my pussy squeezing his cock. “Fuck, I love you.”
I didn’t have time to respond, before he pummeled his cock into me, over and over, my mouth set in a permanent O, as I watched her while he fucked me so hard, I definitely knew I was going to feel it in the morning, and yet I didn’t care one bit.
Reaper’s finger moved around my hip, to circle my clit, sending me into an orbit I never knew existed.
I screamed out my orgasm, barely hearing him curse, and follow me over the edge.
His cum was hot, and sticky, as it spilled out, down my thighs.
I stayed against the window for a few seconds, before I felt him pull out of me, and yank me back against his chest. His mouth was on my earlobe.
“You’re my perfect little slut, Rowan,” he growled into my ear. “Mine, and only mine. I’ll never touch another woman again, you’re it.”
“Doesn’t mean I can’t tease the whores a little by showing them what a real man wants.”
He kissed my neck, before his fingers dug into my jaw, twisting my head to the side so he could kiss me hard and long. “I look forward to it, wife.”
“I’m not your wife yet, Jameson.”
“Yes, you are. A piece of paper can’t tell me what I know for a fact.”
He pulled out of me, and stepped back, admiring his handiwork as he watched me clean his cum from my thighs, and push my panties back in place.
Reaper was dressed and looked like he’d stepped off of a book cover, whereas I probably looked a mess, with his drying cum on my thighs.
I wouldn’t have it any other way though. I loved having him inside of me, or on me, in some way or another.
A knock landed on the door, and I turned to look at Reaper, who was making sure I was decent before he opened it.
Chaos stood on the other side, looking a little nervous.
“Speak,” Reaper demanded.
“Look, I don’t know how it happened, or why, but you gotta see this.”
I grabbed Reaper’s hand and he led me out, following Chaos. I could already feel the tension in the clubhouse, in Reaper, as Chaos led us outside where I saw Beast and Knight holding up a very intoxicated Brianna. She was being held up because it appeared she couldn’t stand on her own.
“What the fuck?” I all but ran down the steps of the clubhouse toward her, looking into her eyes, and checking her over. “What happened?”
Reaper was behind me, pure molten rage radiating off him. “Someone better fucking explain.”
“We didn’t even know she was here,” Beast said. “Found her like this. Had to pull a prospect away from her, one who obviously didn’t know who she was.”
I pulled her chin up, to look in her eyes. They were dazed, and she couldn’t focus, swallowing hard.
“She’s high,” I stated. “Who the fuck gave her drugs?”
“Prospect’s name?” Reaper demanded.
“Tree…no…um,” she started to mumble. “Blue. Bad hair.”
My eyes widened when I realised who she was trying to say was responsible. I looked around, catching sight of her. Standing by the gates to the clubhouse, looking at her handiwork.
“Tee,” I said, my eyes shooting over to her.
“Motherfucker,” he swore, his eyes meeting Tee’s. She bristled a bit, realising just how bad she’d fucked up. I could see her moving toward the exit.
“No, that’s you!” Brianna laughed, pointing at Reaper. “That’s so weird, you’re sleeping with my stepmum, who’s my brother's ex, who’s also my friend. Wait? Are we friends?”
“Get her inside,” Reaper ordered.
“No,” I shoved him back. “You take her inside. Look after her. I got this bitch.”
“Ro–”
I couldn’t hear him, I simply grabbed the closest thing I could find, which happened to be a baseball bat that Animal had been holding, and flung it at the retreating form of the blue-haired limp-faced motherfucker who had drugged my step-daughter.
Fuck this bitch.
You don’t fuck with my family. Sure, you can fuck with me, and I’ll wither into a ball of nothing, but when you fuck with me, and my family, you’re as good as fucking dead.
“Not here,” I heard Chaos in my ear. “We’ll take her back to the clubhouse. This one is too open. Trust us to take her back and tie her up.”
I looked at Chaos, my anger still mounting. “Tie her up and leave her hanging until I’m ready to deal with her in the morning. I’m done playing nice with this cunt. Find her little sidekick too. She’s just as guilty.”
Chaos nodded. “Promise, little fireball.”
I watched as Chaos trudged toward the lump of a person that she was, having been hit by the flying bat, and unable to move on her own.
My anger was palpable. I wanted to crush her head with my bare hands, and parade her headless body around town to show everyone what happens when you fuck with my family.
My family.
Fuck. I had a family. One who loved me, and I loved them more than anything. It didn’t matter that we weren’t blood related.
We had each other, and I would die for my found family.
That much I knew without a shadow of a doubt. I’d gladly do twenty-five to life for my girl, Bri.
Stomping back inside, and trusting Chaos had it handled and would allow me to get my penance, I raced inside to find Brianna.
She was cuddled into Reaper’s chest, as he laid with his head against the headboard in the centre of the bed. He motioned for me to join them. I shucked off my shoes and climbed onto the bed, crawling over to rest under his free arm.
This giant of a man, with his grouchy no-nonsense expressions, was the biggest teddy bear of all. But fuck with his women, and there would be hell to pay.
Was there such a thing as made for each other? Because we sure as shit were.
I closed my eyes, as I laid my head on his chest, thinking of all the ways I would destroy Tee and Tori.
And the world would be better off for it.