“Work that pussy, girl,” I said. “Take my cock. You’re my dirty fucking wife, and this pussy is mine.”
“Oh god I’m close,” she moaned, low and animalistic.
“Come on my cock, girl. Work that cunt, my fucking cunt, and come for me.”
I thrust hard, not caring about anything but her sweet pussy, fucking her and filling her up. I grabbed her hips as she moaned louder, louder, saying my name, begging me to keep fucking her. I thrust hard and deep, slapping her ass, whispering in her ear.
I could feel her come. Her whole body went tense. She reached forward, grabbing the sheets, and pressed her face into a pillow. She moaned loudly, her whole body tensing as the orgasm rocked her.
And that fucking sent me over the edge. I fucked her rough and deep, and my own orgasm exploded inside her.
I came fast, hard, and deep. I filled that pussy up as our orgasms happened together. Her moaning, her begging set me over the damn edge.
Slowly it finished, the orgasm passing. I pulled out and collapsed onto the bed, breathing hard, sweating. She curled up against my chest, smiling.
“I’m a lot less angry now,” she said.
I laughed. “Yeah, me too.”
And then we heard the front door open. I sat bolt upright and jumped out of bed, reaching for my gun.
“Ford?”
I stopped in my tracks. It was fucking Spill.
“Get the fuck outside, pledge,” I yelled.
“Oh, okay.” I heard the door shut behind him.
Caralee laughed, blushing. “Do you think they heard?”
I grinned at her. “Who fucking cares? They’re just pledges. And anyway, after you kicked him, I doubt Spill is getting a hard-on anytime soon.”
She laughed, shaking her head. I pulled the condom off and cleaned up with a tissue and then got dressed.
“Still have to leave?” she asked.
“You know I do. The pledges got you.”
She nodded. “Yeah. Okay.”
“Stay here, Caralee. Please. I’ll be back soon.”
“Fine.”
I finished dressing and looked at her. She was lying there naked, staring up at me with this fucking, incredibly sexy look. The last thing I wanted to do was leave, but when the club fucking called, you had to answer.
“Stay just like that,” I grunted. “I’ll be back soon.”
“I’ll be waiting.”
My cock was already getting hard again, but I managed to tear myself away from her.
Outside, I found Spill, Ryan, and TomTom. All three were wearing vests and carrying serious weapons.
“You guys good?” I asked.
“All good,” Ryan said.
“She’s not going to kick me again, is she?” Spill asked.
“Nah,” I said, grinning. I got onto my bike, kicked it started, and pulled out, heading toward the club.
That girl was too fucking much. She was as insatiable as I was, maybe more. Her pussy was delicious, tight, and perfect. Not to mention the way she said my name.
And the way she made me laugh. And her fierceness, her freedom.
Fucking Caralee. She just had to come back into my life like a god damn storm and tear everything to pieces.
And I found myself loving it.
Back at the club, I grabbed myself a glass of whisky before knocking on Larkin’s door.
“What?” he called out.
“It’s Ford.”
“Come in.”
I pushed the door open then closed it behind me. “What’s up, prez?”
“Sit.”
I sat down, sipping my whisky. He looked at me over his desk, leaning back in his chair. “Got some news.”
“What happened?”
“First, tell me about the ambush.”
I took a long drag of my drink and then started in on the story. I told him everything, starting with deciding we’d try to find the drugs and ending with when we rode off.
“Bodies still there?” he asked.
“Guess so.”
“Can’t do anything about it now. Why didn’t you call it in sooner?”
“Wasn’t sure how many there were. Had to make sure we were safe first.”
He nodded. “You did good work.”
“I almost got us fucking killed.”
“Still.” He shrugged. “Two less Snakes to worry about now.”
I grunted. “So what’s your news?”
“First thing, we got a message from the Snakes.”
“Surprised it took this long.”
“They’re very unhappy.”
I laughed. “Really? That’s a shock.”
“They think we have their drugs and they want them back. That, or the girl. Either one works for them.” Larkin shrugged. “That’s just in exchange for them sitting down at the table with us. Otherwise, it’s all-out war.”
“What’s your plan?”
“We don’t have the drugs and they’re not getting the girl, so we’ll kill the bastards.”
I nodded. “Not a bad plan.”
“Truth is, Ford,” Larkin said, “this is about as fucked a situation as you can get.”
“True.”
“So I went ahead and tried to make your life easier.”
“How’s that?”
“Well, you have a meeting with Jetter.”
I raised an eyebrow. “You think he’ll give up the drugs?”
“Not sure. I’m reasonably certain that he has the damn stuff, though.”
“When’s it go down?”
“Tomorrow. One catch though.”
“What?”
“Caralee has to come.”
I stared at him. “No way.”
He held up his hands. “That was his only request. Said we can set the meet anywhere we want, the girl just has to come.”