“I’m gonna come,” I pant when Chains breaks the kiss. My nails are digging into his skin the more he pounds into me.
“Then come, baby. Tighten that pussy more than it already is and drench my dick.” Oh, shit the way his voice drops to a baritone does something to me and I can’t keep myself from doing what he commands.
Screaming his name, my vision blurs as I come. My orgasm seems to go forever when Chains reaches between us and pinches my clit sending me sailing even higher.
Long moments later Chains growls my name as he joins me in oblivion.
“Fuckin’ hell, Bitsy,” Chains’ grunts, his dick still twitching inside me as he braces himself on his elbows. “We’re going all damn night and every night from now on. Or until I fuckin’ die of being buried in your tight pussy.”
A giggle escapes me at his announcement.
“Just think your headstone could read dead by TP,” I laugh.
“TP?” he asks, arching a brow.
“Tight Pussy.” He chuckles when I explain the abbreviation.
“Shit, that’s funny, baby,” Chains states, shaking his head as he pulls out of me causing me to groan in protest. “Don’t worry. I’m not done with you. Remember we’re fuckin’ all damn night.”
“I don’t know if I can handle anymore,” I murmur.
“Oh, you can handle it, I promise you that,” he grins as he removes the condom and ties it.
Leaning to the side of the bed, he reaches into the draw for another one and lays it on the bed next to me.
“We’ll use this one again in a few minutes. First, I want you to ride my face,” he says, huskily as he rolls us until I’m sitting on his chest.
Starting to feel nervous, I try to slide down his body. “I, um I don’t know how,” I confess when he grabs hold of my waist.
Grinning from ear to ear, Chains moves me to where he wants me. Directly over his face. “I’ll teach you, Bitsy. I’ll show you everything you need to know and more,” he says right before he does just that, making my throat raw from screaming his name over and over throughout the night.
Chapter Thirteen
Chains
Sitting in my chair at the table where our club holds church, I inwardly groan as I thank the caffeine Gods for the coffee in my hand. Exhausted from last night’s events.
Well more like events that lasted until the sun came up this morning.
I have created a monster out of my woman and fuck if I’m going to complain. Last night I fucked my woman every way I could think of and then some. I never knew a woman to be as flexible as she is, and the positions I'd put her in makes me want to find one of those Kamasutra books.
“Prez, you’re looking a little rough today,” my VP Tyres chuckles.
“Fuck you,” I grumble lifting my coffee cup to my lips, needing the caffeine more than ever right now.
Today, I’d called church for my brother’s and I to discuss shipments coming up and to figure out a game plan with the Delancy’s. I’m fuckin’ done waiting for the right moment. Or for Parker. It’s time they all died.
“Fuse, what do you have for me on Delancy and Parker?” I demand as I down more of my coffee.
“Besides, Deanna, being spotted yesterday in the French Quarter neither Delano, nor Parker have been seen lately,” Fuse states as he shakes his head. A lot of people don’t get our brother. Considering the tattoos that coat his body he looks like the rest of us; however, Fuse is different which is what makes him fuckin’ good at what he does.
Due to something to do with his nervous system, he has a sensory issue that affects how his mind works. No one outside of the members of the club know about it and that’s the way we want to keep it. It’s no one else’s business what our brother deals with.
“Are our eyes still working at their place?” Tyres asks.
“Yep. However, nothing has been going on out of the normal sex fest they always seem to be having. The parties are constant,” Fuse sneers. “Those people are masochists. Every last one of those parties they string a woman up in the middle of the room and Deanna or Delano will take a whip to the woman. The last one looked as if she died from the way her head slumped over to the side when the cord wrapped around her throat.”
“Shit that’s fucked up,” Breaker mutters.
“You're telling me. I had to watch that shit with Fuse,” Brake grumbles.
“Look, I know we had planned to get into the inner circle in order to take them out; however, I think we need to change our game plan. I’m not going to put Tiny at risk of Deanna’s wrath. We all know what that bitch will do to my ol’ lady if she finds out about her,” I state.
“I agree,” Ryder says from the other end of the table. “I’ve waited for fuckin’ years to take Delancy out. He took my brother and sister-in-law out, all because Chains’ mom wouldn’t leave her ol’ man for him. Deanna ended up marrying the fucker so she wouldn’t lose her money. Now she’s as crazy as that fucker. If not more so.”
“I’d say she’s worse. I feel for the children that she’s had with Delano,” Tyres mutters.
“They’d be better off without either of their parents at this point,” I grunt.
“What do you think about calling Vi and Ray home? Let them help us in getting this organized. You know Tracker wants Parker for himself,” Fury suggests from his place next to my uncle. Glancing at him, I know he’s trying to tell me something. Probably something Ela has said.
“I don’t know,” I say, leaning back in my chair. I don’t want to bring my little sister into this bullshit. She’s finally happy and doesn’t want to be Silent Night anymore unless she absolutely has to. Besides that, my nephew was born not too long ago premature thanks to a bombing. I don’t want to put her in a predicament that would take her away from her son. Granted, Tracker wouldn’t let that happen anyway. I respect the man for who he is and the love he clearly has for Vi.
“I know you don’t want to call her, but Vi and Ray both have talents that can help us do what we’re going to want to do. What we'd originally wanted to do can be done but we’d have to push everything up on the timetable. Meaning, we’ll need their help,” Ryder states.
“What about Harlow?” Pitch Black proposes.
“Fuck no,” Lynch, Harlow’s brother snarls from next to his cousin. “Don’t bring Harlow back here. It won’t do any good.”
“I don’t know about that,” Fury says. “It might actually do Harlow some good coming here.”
“No, my sister has been through enough fuckin’ shit. She doesn’t need to come back here and deal with more,” he mutters.
“I have to agree with Lynch. Vi and Harlow have both been through enough bullshit in their lives. They do not need to be brought into our situation here. Besides, we don’t need them to do our jobs. We’ve been handling our own shit for a long time now,” I say, scanning the room making sure to meet each of my brother’s gazes. “We have a code, brothers. Never harm those we love. Never bring the innocent in the middle. Never let our backs be put to the wall. Those women are innocents from now on. We can do this ourselves.”