“Move, please,” she begged me.
So I did.
I fucked long and slow into the tight grasp of her ass, workin’ her ‘til she was screamin’ and whimperin’ for more. She was comin’ apart at the seams and I held the thread in my fuckin’ teeth.
My balls were tight and heavy, so ready to spill my seed inside ’er, it was fuckin’ ridiculous that I could even keep movin’ like I was. But I wanted Lou to come with my cock in her ass and I wanted it bad.
So, I leaned over her, addin’ two of my thick fingers to her cunt as she rubbed her clit and I fucked her ass.
“Come for me, Lou,” I said, then I bit her hard in that place I liked at the base of her neck and felt her pulse throb on my tongue in tandem with her ass around my dick.
Fuckin’ bliss.
I growled against her flesh as I spilled inside her.
With the last of my energy, I dropped to the bed and flipped her onto my belly. Her sweaty skin slipped on mine then fused us together.
She rested her cheek against my pec and played with my bullet scar.
“Did so good tonight, Lou,” I praised her as I ran my fingers over her spine the way someone mighta played piano keys.
“Mmm, it was super fun,” she slurred, so wrung out from her orgasm she didn’t even open her eyes.
Pride rumbled through my chest, makin’ her smile ’cause she knew why I loved her voice like that.
“Like the brothers so much. Not just Mute,” she went on. “And the biker babes are hilarious. Never knew Cressida could be such a badass.”
“She’s getting’ there,” I agreed.
“Harleigh Rose isn’t so bad either,” she mumbled.
“Nah, she’s a good kid,” I agreed.
And she was. She was goin’ through a time but I figured it was normal for a teenage girl to rebel, however well she’d been raised. She partied too much and dated that fucktard Cricket, but she got good marks in school despite the lacka studyin’ and she loved her brother, her club and her dad like nothin’ else.
And for that reason, she’d been good tonight. Not great ’cause it was weird as shit for her to see her dad who never brought women home—usually fucked ’em at the clubhouse—be all over a woman and that woman bein’ the same age as herself.
I got it.
Lou got it.
It was cool.
H.R. was tryin’ and she was tryin’ by mostly leavin’ Lou to her own devices but my little Loulou didn’t seem to care. She’d thrown herself into befriendin’ the biker babes, even Skell’s woman, Winona, who was dull as death and Bat’s bitch of a wife, Trixie.
By the end of the night, everyone loved Lou if they hadn’t already before.
I was a happy fuckin’ man.
That is until Lou shifted on my chest to ask, “What happened between you and your Uncle Crux?”
“The fuck that come from?”
Her eyes narrowed ’cause she knew I didn’t want to fuckin’ answer.
“Told ya I had an uncle who was President of this club ’fore me.”
“Yeah… why’d he step down?”
I rubbed a hand over my beard and up into my hair. “He didn’t. I killed ’im.”
She stiffened. “What?”
“You heard me. I killed my Uncle Crux and to be fuckin’ honest with you, Lou, not crazy about you jumpin’ to conclusions ’fore I can explain myself. You knew I was a killer.”
She swiveled to sit cross-legged on my stomach and crossed her arms under her tits. “I knew it. I did not know you’d killed your own uncle.”
“You expect me to explain myself you do it askin’ fuckin’ nicely, Lou. I may be the man in your bed but I’m still Prez of The fuckin’ Fallen,” I growled.
“Fine, pretty please with a fucking cherry on top, can you tell me what went down with your uncle?” she sassed.
I threw an arm over my eyes and pressed my head back into the pillow. “There goes a great fuckin’ orgasm high.”
She hit my chest.
I lifted the arm to peer at her then scowled as I propped it behind my head. “Fine, you wanna know? I killed my Uncle Crux by puttin’ a bullet through his brain. I put a bullet through his brain ’cause there’d been disappearances happenin’ for a while. Brothers just there one day and gone the next. They didn’t have much in common, first glance, ’til Bat and I noticed a pattern. They’d all talked back or dissented to Crux. One day Bat pretended to go at the old coot just to bait ‘im. The next day he invited Bat to have a ‘chat’ with ’im somewhere private. Bat got him to confess to killin’ brothers and the bastard stabbed ’im in the stomach and threw him into the backa one of our trucks to take him somewhere in the forest to bleed out and die. He didn’t know I’d come with Bat. Didn’t know ’til Bat and I showed up in Chapel next mornin’ as if nothin’ had happened. He asked for a meetin’ somewhere public, his half of the club versus mine. He chose First Light Church.