15. Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Fifteen
Sunny
“Gooood morning, fine people of the Saint’s Outlaws,” I sing song as I pick through the naked bodies. I don’t even notice the sad-looking flaccid peens anymore.
“Morning,” Brake mumbles around his dry, burnt toast. He looks rough, and I’m going to have to lay my good mood on extra thick to mess with him.
“Well, look at you up early greeting the day!”
“Sunny, I’m not in the mood for your post-fuck cheeriness.”
My eyes narrow. “I’m always morning perky.”
“And extra perky after having Rev rearrange your guts,” he snorts before his head jerks from Mercy slapping him upside it.
“Leave her alone.”
“Yeah, what she said,” I goad, “before I curse your balls so one turns blue and falls off and the other only shoots out girl sperms.” I throw him a shit eating grin as his mouth drops open.
“You can’t do that,” he says before looking at Mercy. “Can she?”
I wiggle my fingers in the air. “Granny magic, baby,” I grin, knowing full well my granny doesn't know shit about mountain magic, but Brake doesn't know that.
“So, what are our plans for the day?” I ask everyone in the kitchen. And by everyone I mean the ones who are upright, and looking like they’re managing OK.
“Sunny,” Brake groans, “it’s too early for your shit.”
Mercy snorts, before linking her arm in mine, “Come on, Sassy. Let's drink this in the fresh air and sunshine.”
“You know, now that you mention it, I would like to enjoy my coffee away from the lingering smell of baby oil and ass.”
She hands me my morning coffee, before accepting the mug that Jubilee hands to her.
She gives him a chin lift as we walk past, leading me to a picnic table off to the side.
The morning sun is warm on my skin as I tilt my head back, eyes closed, breathing in the fresh scent of motorcycle exhaust and mountain air.
“So, you can go ahead and ask,” I say, eyes still closed, head still tilted.
“What am I asking?”
“Oh, I dunno. Something about Revenant. Asking if I’m OK that I’m here and he’s not. That type of thing.”
“What makes you think I care?” Mercy asks quietly.
A smile tugs at my lips as I drop my chin and look at her, brow raised.
“You’re an eldest daughter. It’s bred into you to make sure everyone is looked after.
Do you want to? No. Do you do it anyway?
Yep,” I pop the “P”. “Face it, you can’t help but make sure everyone is taken care of.
Even at the detriment to yourself.” I take a sip of hot, caffeinated goodness.
“And for your information, I know that Revenant will be back. He’s very predictable. ”
Mercy purses her lips as she watches me quietly, knowing she’s been read to filth. “As far as I remember, you’re the eldest daughter too,” she says, completely ignoring my comment about Rev.
I tilt my head back again, closing my eyes against the bright light. “Yup. And that’s why I’m here.”
It’s quiet, the only sound is the soft slurping of Mercy drinking her coffee. “Do you regret it?”
“Boning Elias?”
Mercy softly huffs, murmuring Elias’s name under her breath. “No, not ‘boning Elias’. Killing those men.”
“Nope. I’d do it again too.”
“It doesn’t plague you?”
Tipping my head upright I look at Mercy. Really look at her. Look past the cool, blue gaze into her shadows.
“I sleep well at night knowing that I had a hand in keeping Elias breathing. I would do the same for you and all the men in the MC.”
“Sunny, we’re not good people,” she says, searching my gaze.
I frown a little. “How much time do you spend with Revenant? Sheesh.” I turn my body to face her.
“To me, good and bad is a spectrum. Do you kill people? Yeah. But do you keep Winlaw and everyone in it safe? Also yeah. You could be out here peddling drugs or snatching up women and you’re not.
The key is balance. For every sin you commit you must balance it out with good. ”
“So, what are you going to do to balance out your kills?”
“I’m gonna protect Elias and the club. Love my parents. And kill anyone who needs it.”
Mercy’s lips lift and she gazes out across the gravel, taking a sip from her coffee. “And you really think that is enough?”
“As long as my people are safe, I don’t care.” I shrug.
“What if keeping them safe means walking away?”
I search Mercy’s face, the darkness there in full force. “Is that what you did?”
She’s silent for so long I figure she’s not going to answer. Instead she nods, whispering, “My little girl.” She swallows, her gaze on mine, steady.
We sit there, breathing, calm to anyone watching. “Does she have all the things you wished for her?”
“Yeah.”
I dip my chin. “Then I’d say you’re a good mom.”
She lets out a huff. “Right.”
“Have you seen her? Is she happy?”
“She calls me Mercy.”
My chest aches for someone I’m starting to see as a friend. I want to wrap her up and squeeze the stuffing out of her, but that’s not Mercy. Instead, I take Mercy’s cup before bumping her gently with my shoulder. “You did your job. You gave her what you couldn’t. Yet.”
I move to stand then slowly wander toward the clubhouse, before turning, walking backwards, eyes on Mercy. “Wanna help me fuck with Brake?”
“All day, every day.”
Pipes fill the air and I know that sound. My man is coming home, I have a real life girl friend, and I’m about to ruin a hungover man’s day. I love it here.
Revenant
“So, did you see my dad? Did he tell you to stop living inside that big, beautiful head of yours and accept my claim?” Sunny interrogates as soon as she finishes fucking with Brake.
She beams up at me, hands behind her back, plump tits brushing my sternum as she swishes back and forth looking like the least innocent person in the world. Fucking adorable.
Then her words hit and my brow raises of its own accord. “Claim?”
“Yeah. I’ve already asked Gallows for a cut. Yours will say ‘Property of Sunny’, obviously.”
I stare at her and everything in me just…settles. My gut says she’s mine. And this time, I’m going to listen.
I hook a finger into the top of her tank, right between those plump tits I had in my hands and mouth last night, and tug her until she’s pressed hard up against me.
My hands find her cheeks and I bring her face up to meet mine, lips on lips, tongue seeking entrance, the need to taste her is overwhelming.
Cheers and whistles break out behind us and I don’t give a shit.
I don’t give a shit when Sunny takes my hand and tugs me up the stairs, and I don’t give a shit at the look on Bubbles’ face when Sunny flips her the bird in the hallway. All I care about is getting Sunny naked and worshipping her the way she deserves.
She leads me to my room, a coy smile on her face but I know Sunny. She tugs me inside, kicking the door shut behind us.
“Get naked while I assume the position.”
“Position?” I ask as she manhandles me to stand at the foot of the bed.
She quickly pulls off her tank top, throwing it on the chair behind me. Her bra joins it and then she's wriggling out of her jeans and kicking her boots off.
“Yeah, I saw it in a movie,” she grins as she flops on the bed, head hanging over the side. “Now, fuck my mouth.”
***
“You’re staring again,” she says, running a finger down my cheek.
“I like looking at you.”
“Good. You’ll be looking at me for a long time, buddy,” she says with an impish grin before her hands thread through my hair, scratching gently at my scalp.
“I’m not a good man-”
“I know. You’ve told me, like a million times. A million and one now.”
“I just want you to know what you’re getting into.
” I let out a long breath. “I’ll never be what you need or deserve.
The military, the men I lost, the people I couldn't save, they wear on me. I almost lost my faith, I’m barely hanging on now and you deserve better.
A man who is whole in both his spirit and his faith. ”
She stares up at me from where she’s lying. Her gaze searches mine. “What were you like before the world broke you?” she asks softly.
I think back to the younger version of me. The me before I shipped out. “I was excited. Full of energy for what was to come. I welcomed the challenge of doing better, working harder, moving up the ranks. I could call shots, save with my words and my actions.”
“And you think you can’t do that now?”
“Not like I did.”
“Well, that’s good. This world doesn't need the old, unbroken Revenant,” Sunny says, sitting up and crossing her legs, gripping my large, rough hands in her soft ones.
“This world needs you as you are. The old you wouldn't last a second in Winlaw. You’d get your ass kicked up and down Main Street. The Saint’s Outlaws need this Revenant.
The one that doesn’t think twice about taking a life.
The one that protects his brothers not just with his words but with his gun.
” I stare at her, her big brown eyes full of fire. “I need this Revenant.”
“You really want me, don’t you?” I whisper in awe.
“I don’t go killing men and fighting whores for just anybody.” She looks at me as if I’m an idiot.
I cup her soft face, gently so as not to hurt her. “You really aren't bothered about shooting those men?”
“No one shoots my man,” she whispers.
“Is that what I am?”
“That’s what I told the common room earlier when I claimed you, so, let's not make a liar of me.” I press my lips to hers and it’s awkward as fuck because I can’t wipe the smile off my face.
She pulls back, gripping my face tightly, brows low.
“Get serious man, I’ve been horny since we finished our last round and I’d like another two or three before the end of the day. ”
I groan at her words and she takes that as a sign to gently lick at my bottom lip before her tongue slips into my mouth, sliding over mine in a kiss so earth shattering that I know I’ll never have another like this in my life.
She throws her arms around my neck and flops back onto the bed, her thighs spreading to accommodate my bulk, my hard cock nestling up against her core.
Her hips buck beneath me, first gently, then harder, wilder. She tears her lips from mine. “Too slow, old man. Get inside me. Now.”
I do as she says. Sunny is my mistress. She owns me in every single way.
I dip the head of my cock into her entrance, shocked at how wet she is.
I push in a little further, her heat making my balls draw up already.
I’m tempted to mark her. Claim her with my cum, but I know we’re not there.
Yet. I pull back, smirking when her arms fling out and she lays like a beautiful fucking starfish. Blowing a raspberry at me.
“Come on, Revenant, hustle!” she demands, before flopping around on the bed until her ass is right there, begging for my hand. “Ow!” she squeals, before moaning when I rub out the sting.
“Stay. Right. There,” I murmur, cocking her right leg up, opening her up for me.
Her pink slit glistens in the low light as I straddle her other leg, lining myself up. She looks up at me over her shoulder, eyes hooded, hair a fucking mess.
“I saw this in a movie,” she whispers, gasping when I press my thick cock into her.
“We’re gonna talk about what movies you’ve been watching,” I grit out, pulling out a little before shoving back into her.
“Yes sir,” she says, her round ass pushing back to meet my every thrust.
I lose all focus when she swirls her hips, how the fuck she does that in her position flat on her front I have no idea.
I have even less of an idea when she starts meeting me, thrust for thrust. The way her thick ass ripples with every plunge, the way my hands sink into her soft waist as I pull her back onto me, the way she squirms, squeals and moans pushes me higher and higher.
She groans my name long and low, her pussy tightening and milking my cock until I’m roaring my completion and wishing there was no barrier between us.
I lean over her, pressing my sweaty foreheard to her shoulder.
“Mine,” she whispers, her dark eyes meeting mine when I glance up.
“Mine.”