Chapter Eighteen
C ross placed all the chairs up on the table in preparation for the floor being mopped. One of the dancers, Candy—not her real name—was disinfecting the pole where the girls danced. She had hit on him when he first arrived, and he made it very clear to all the staff he had a woman and wouldn’t step out on her. No flirting. No innuendos. No accidental touches. The club was a business, and he enforced that emphatically.
He’d never admit to Jeremiah that he liked this job. That he found purpose in the work. It was different from being president of a motorcycle club. There he had to make all the decisions. To carry the weight on his shoulders. Here was a different kind of authority. Mabel made all the monetary decisions while he was simply the muscle and enforcer. The dynamic worked.
His phone buzzed and he paused to pull it from his pocket. A text message came through, from Saxon. Dread settled in the pit of his stomach because Saxon had never, in all the years he’d known him, texted anything. Bracing himself with the possibility one of his brothers was hurt or dead, he opened the message.
I’m with your girl and we are having fun.
“Oh, shit,” he muttered. “Mabel, I have to go.”
“Everything okay?”
“I’m not sure. My crazy brother is in town.” With that cryptic answer, he left. Knowing that Mabel would take care of everything, he hopped on his bike and raced home.
The word fun could mean many things to his psychotic brother. The man had impulse control issues. Whenever Jeremiah needed to teach someone a lesson, he gave Saxon free rein to do his worst. It was the only therapy he needed. So, Cross had no idea what he was walking into.
It certainly wasn’t laughter coming from the living room. When he stepped through the doorway, Lorelei had their hair up in a messy bun and Saxon had a big hair clip holding back his bangs. Green goo plastered on their faces. Lorelei was in the middle of painting Sax’s toenails pink.
“What the ever-loving shit is going on?” he demanded.
Lorelei beamed at him, set the nail polish aside, and ran to give him a hug. Cross wrapped his arms around her, not caring in the least about getting the green shit on his t-shirt. The first time she’d hugged him, he hadn’t known where to put his hands. Or what to do. He’d never had someone touch him just for the sake of comfort. Now, he couldn’t help but kiss the top of her head.
“Big bro!” Saxon greeted. “I brought a housewarming present. Or, I guess I should say, presents. Emphasis on the second s . Go on, look in the refrigerator.”
Lorelei took his hand and led him into the kitchen where she opened the refrigerator and pulled out a box. It looked heavy so he took it from her to place on the island. As soon as he saw the plastic, he had an inkling he wasn’t going to like what was inside. Just as he had that thought, he opened the heavy wrapping and blinked as he stared at a head. His first instinct was to look at Lorelei to make sure she wasn’t freaked out. Her grey eyes were wide, but the usual haunting darkness he often saw there was gone. She looked ... at peace.
He closed the box and returned it to the refrigerator. At this point, Saxon had joined them. It took a lot of mental fortitude for a person to chop the head off someone. Cross doubted he, himself, could do it. Saxon had given something to Lorelei that he couldn’t give her. It should have made him angry, or jealous, but instead all he could do was mouth thank you . Saxon gave a slight nod to acknowledge he understood.
“First room at the top of the stairs is yours,” he told Saxon before sweeping Lorelei up into his arms, bridal style. “See you in the morning.”
“Hey! My toenails aren’t done!”
Cross ignored him. Up the stairs he went, carrying Lorelei effortlessly. She had gained some weight since her prison break but was still a bit too thin for his liking. Once in the bathroom, he sat her on the counter and smiled at her half-green face.
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“Y ou look like an ogre ,” he said.
She frowned at him, so he pointed to the mirror behind her and she turned to look. Mirth lit up her face. He started the shower and undressed while she watched, taking his time to tease. Then he lifted her from the counter and slowly removed her clothes. With each layer falling to the floor, her breath grew shallow. The pulse in her neck fluttered. Desire luminesced her beautiful eyes.
There, under the rain shower, they kissed. Slow, sensual, he took his time exploring her mouth. Trailing down to her neck to leave a love bite between her neck and shoulder. Eventually moving down until he pulled one nipple into his mouth. Gently biting then licking the slight pinch. When she squirmed, he dropped to his knees and spread her thighs to bury his face in her pussy. His hands ran up the back of her legs to grip her ass.
As soon as his tongue rasped against her sensitive nub, her body arched like it had touched a live wire. She buried her hands in his hair, hoping it wasn’t too aggressive. Everything balanced her on an edge, lighting her on fire. He licked and sucked, sliding one finger into her, and causing her to buck against his hand.
“Fuck, you taste like honey,” he moaned. “So good. I could eat you every night.”
Licking up and down, driving his tongue in and over her nub. Working her until she was nothing but a quivering mass. Relentless as she broke apart.
When she came floating back down from the pinnacle high, he stood up and ran his fingers through her hair, tilting her head back and kissing her deeply. She tasted herself on his tongue.’
“I’m going to take your ass tonight,” he murmured in her ear. “First, I have to prep you.”
She bit her lip, not understanding what he meant.
He ran his fingertips over her cheeks, pulling them apart. It embarrassed her that he was now staring at one of her most intimate places. All she kept thinking was it was an out hole. She waited, wondering what he was going to do, and then he licked that place! She squirmed, not sure if she liked him licking there. He slapped her right butt cheek, and she settled.
“Good girl,” he breathed, and returned to licking. This time, however, he added a finger. “No, don’t tense up. Relax, Sweetheart. Yes, that’s it.”
For several minutes he played with her, then suddenly, another finger pressed in, causing a burn. She wasn’t sure if she liked it, so she breathed through the sensation. One hand left her cheek to slide in front, where he found that little bundle of nerves that drove her wild. Sure enough, as soon as he started to rub it, her body turned on like an electric current shot through it. Being stimulated at both places quickly had her hanging on the edge of a climax. As soon as he added a third finger, she splintered apart.
She rode the high for a few minutes, and then Cross turned off the shower and spun her around. He lifted her once more and left the bathroom behind. Still wet, he placed her on the bed.
“Roll over.”
She did, placing her face to one side. Lorelei saw him grab a pillow, then placed it under her hips, propping her lower half up.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmured. “I’m going to fuck your ass. Don’t be afraid. I won’t hurt you.”
Cross leaned over to open the nightstand drawer and pulled out a tube of lube. Waiting to see what he was going to do, she heard the tear of a condom wrapper. Then cold lube dribbled down her crack, then he rubbed it into her opening.
“Now, as I push in, you push out.”
He guided his cock to her tight opening, and the head pressed against her hole. Slowly, very slowly, he pushed and the burn was back. She tensed.
“No, don’t tense up. Relax. You’re doing so well.
She tried hard to do as he instructed. Trying hard to stay relaxed as it burned more and more. Then his cock head broke through the ring and the burn eased. Lorelei felt odd. Full. It wasn’t like when he was in her pussy. He placed his hands on her hips and proceeded to push in all the way.
“Oh, fuck,” he muttered. “This is heaven.”
Slowly, he slid his cock in and out of her ass, moving only centimeters at a time. Any time she tensed up, he would play with her clit to calm her. Each time she relaxed, he moved his cock in and out a little faster.
Suddenly, pleasure erupted, wiping out any discomfort. With one hand stimulating her pussy, and the other on her shoulder, he pulled almost all the way out only to slam his cock deep inside. Her eyes rolled back in her head. It was downright sinful that something like this would feel so good.
Little groans kept coming from him as he pounded away. Her own orgasm was quickly rising. “I’m going to come soon,” he panted.
She took a brief look back over her shoulder. He looked positively feral. Then he suddenly pulled out, took off the condom, and shoved his cock into her wet pussy. With just a few thrusts forward, her body tightened. Just as she fell off the plateau, he joined her, moaning as cum shot out of his dick to flood her pussy.
He slumped over her back for a few minutes, then slowly pulled out. She collapsed on the bed and turned her head. Cross smiled and ran a finger down her nose.
“You’re amazing,” he whispered. “I never thought I’d find someone like you. You’ve taken my demons away.”
She smiled tiredly.
“Sleep, Sweetheart.”
And she did.