Chapter 18 Five to One
Five to One
Savannah
“I’m glad you love Muriel’s house so much. Tell her I said hello and thank you,” I said to my sister.
“Trust me, I’ll make sure she knows we appreciate her help. This place rocks. Even though I know Ted’s gonna keep you safe, please be careful, Savannah.”
I nodded. “I will. See you in the morning. I love you.”
“Love you, too, sis.”
My phone battery was low, so I connected it to the charger and set it on the kitchen counter.
Punc pulled a beer from the fridge and shut the door. “Everything good?”
It struck me that Muriel wasn’t the only person who deserved gratitude today. I nodded, grabbed Punc’s hand, and led him out of the kitchen to the bedroom.
“Savannah—”
In the bedroom, I turned to him and gently took the beer from him, setting it on the nightstand. “We’ve got at least another four hours before it’s go-time.”
“I know, woman, so what are we doing in—”
My fingers unbuttoning his jeans made Punc inhale. “I’m not sure you understand how grateful I am to you for stepping in like this.”
Punc wrapped his hands around my wrists. “Babe, you don’t need to do this.”
I looked up at him. “I want to do this. I know you’ll enjoy it.”
He nodded. “Yeah, but I never want you to do this because you feel indebted.”
I unzipped his jeans, pulled open the waistband of his underwear enough to slide my hand inside and stroke his cock. “Actions speak louder than words, Ted. Let me show you how I feel about what you’ve done for me.”
His cock wasn’t fully erect, but it was stiffening fast.
I pushed up on my toes to kiss him.
He shoved a hand into the hair at the back of my head and deepened the kiss. I continued to stroke his cock with one hand and pushed his pants down with the other.
He broke the kiss on a groan while shoving his underwear down.
I dropped to my knees and swiped my tongue from the base of his cock to the tip, paying close attention to the crown.
Punc put a hand on the top of my head. “Savannah, fuck.”
His guttural words emboldened me. I took him fully in my mouth and squeezed the base of his shaft. His hips jerked and I bobbed my head. My fingers trailed up his thigh and around to the globe of his ass. His breathing increased in tempo. I loved hearing how I affected him.
On an upward bob, I took him out of my mouth and saw a bead of pre-cum on his tip. I licked it clean, then ran my tongue under the crown.
He growled at the same time his hands went to my underarms, and he lifted me up. “Love that mouth of yours, but right now I’d much rather drive my cock into your pussy.”
I had on a pair of elastic-waist lounge shorts and Punc shoved them off along with my panties. He backed me toward the bed, and suddenly I found myself laying sideways on the mattress. He put his hands behind my knees and lifted my legs up.
“Love this pussy, baby,” he whispered.
He slid his fingers inside me. “So wet.”
“Punc,” I breathed.
He smiled, pulled his fingers free, then leaned over to grab a condom from the nightstand. In no time, he rolled the condom down his length, and then he drove his cock inside. I loved the way he filled me.
“You good?” he asked, grabbing my hands, putting them near the edge of the bed, and leaning over me.
“So good.”
He kissed me. “Leave your hands there, Savannah. You’re about to be even better,” he said.
Then he pulled out and slammed back in, fucking me harder than he ever had before. I put a foot on the bed to keep from sliding across the mattress and also to meet his thrusts.
“You like that?” he asked.
“Yes, Punc,” I moaned.
“Can you take more?”
My eyes widened. “Yeah. Fuck me harder, Ted.”
The room filled with the sound of our flesh slapping, our labored breathing, and my moans as my orgasm built higher and higher.
I slid a hand along his cheek.
His eyes flared. “Hand above your head, baby.”
His stern voice made me wetter, and I obeyed.
“Good girl. Don’t come until I tell you. Feel your pussy clenching already.”
“Punc,” I moaned.
“Almost there, baby. Want you to milk me dry.”
Those words were more of a turn-on than I’d expected.
To my surprise, he pounded into me even faster.
“Now, baby,” he said on a punishing upward thrust.
I didn’t think I could orgasm on his command, but my release came over me like never before. It was euphoric and made even more so as I watched Punc find his release and then he lowered his torso to mine.
It took a few minutes for us to come down.
“It’s official, honey.”
“What is?”
“You’ve ruined me for any other men.”
He leaned up, his blue eyes ablaze. “That’s good because you’re mine. You aren’t going any damned where, Smythe.”
I smiled. “I love you, Ted Chisholm.”
“I love you, too.”
My eyes slid to the side. “I like having you like this, but I’m guessing you want to go clean up.”
He kissed me, long and lingering. “No, baby. We’re gonna shower together.”
At four-thirty, I heard a motorcycle idling in the driveway. I peeked out the living room window and saw a glossy, gray Ford pick-up truck pulling into the drive behind the motorcycle.
“That isn’t the Subaru Blood and Cal used yesterday,” I muttered.
Punc pulled on his boots. “Should be Blood on his bike, and Cal rode with Razor and Tundra in the truck.”
“Oh. I thought I wasn’t calling Frank until five.”
He nodded. “Yeah, but this is part of the plan too, sweetheart.”
A moment later, Tundra lumbered into the living room followed by a dark-haired man with ice-blue eyes that were even more striking than Punc’s.
He grinned at me and held out a hand. “I’m Razor. You must be Savannah.”
I shook his hand. “I am. Thanks for coming by, but it seems a little early.”
Blood and Cal wandered into the living room.
Punc sauntered to me, turned, and put his arm around my shoulders, tucking me close to his side. “We aren’t taking any chances with this, babe. We don’t know if Frank’s gonna agree to a morning meet or if he’s gonna pull a fast one and insist on getting his money right after he talks to you.”
Blood winked at me. “Worst case, the four of us drink all of Punc’s beer before we leave, and we’ll still see you tomorrow.”
I glanced at each of the men, then realized why I felt uneasy. “Frank always comes alone, but with all of you here, it’ll be five to one. That seems over the top.”
Blood’s eyes narrowed on me, then shifted to Punc. “Why do I get the feeling you didn’t share the whole plan with her?”
I looked up at Punc.
A muscle bulged along his jawline. “Some things have to play out by ear, Blood.”
Blood’s brows shot up. “She needs to be fully aware, Punc.”
“Are you planning to kill him?” I asked, not focusing on any of the MC members because I wasn’t sure I wanted an answer.
Punc stepped in front of me and cupped his hands around my cheeks. “Savannah, nobody said anything like that.”
“Nobody ruled it out, either,” I said.
One of the men chuckled, but I ignored him.
Punc nodded. “You’re right, but let’s say we convince Frank that your dad owes the money for this loan. What’s he gonna do then?”
Punc’s hands fell away when I shook my head. “My guess would be that he’ll rough Dad up because there’s no way Dad’s good for the money.”
Punc inched closer to me. “Honey, he threatened your sister to get you to pay up. Do you honestly think that threat’s going away even if the debt becomes your father’s?
Frank motivates people to pay him anyway he can.
Your dad’s a piece of work, but he doesn’t want your sister to get hurt. She’ll still be in danger.”
Well, shit. I hadn’t considered that.
To be fair, though, I had no idea how loan sharks did business until two months ago.
“Don’t forget that he’s dealing drugs, too,” Razor said.
From the tone of his voice and the thinly veiled anger lining his face, I sensed drugs were a sore subject with him.
“The way we see it, if Frank isn’t in the picture any longer, not only are you out from under that bullshit debt, but a number of people won’t be able to score their next hit. It might even save their lives.”
I sighed and looked back to Punc. “I don’t want any of you to get in trouble.”
Razor smiled and stepped toward us. “Neither do we, but we’re all here because we’ve seen the impact someone like Frank has whether it’s dealing drugs or saddling people with unthinkable interest on their debt. He needs to be dealt with, and for a little while, the world will be a better place.”
“For a little while?” I asked.
Razor shrugged a shoulder. “Unfortunately, it won’t take long for some jackass to fill the void left by Frank’s absence.”
Punc moved so he had me tucked to his side again.
Blood leaned a hip against the arm of the couch. “The question now is, are you gonna be okay with us handling this - however we see fit? Once you set our plan in motion, you’re not gonna be able to change your mind.”
Everything Punc said was true. Nothing would change with Frank still in the picture. Catalina would be under threat - and probably me, too, no matter how fraught my relationship with Dad was.
“I have one more question,” I said, looking at Blood.
“Shoot,” Blood said.
“Why aren’t the police an option?”
A variety of expressions crossed Blood’s face.
He looked impressed that I’d ask that, but it was immediately chased by resignation, and maybe even disappointment.
Finally, he said, “We could bring the cops in, but the last time Frank was arrested, he used the same law firm the Riot has on retainer.”
I felt my brows draw lower. “How do you know that?”
Blood smiled. “Arraignments are public record. Bottom line, our law firm is excellent at their job. They’d likely have Frank out in a day or two, and he has the means to post bail, even if a judge were to set it higher than normal.”
My eyes closed and ever so slowly I shook my head before opening them. “You all have definitely done your homework.”