“Hey.” I captured her lips with mine, and as she tried to pull away, I held her close to me taking what I needed from her. As she melted into the kiss, I slowed down. “You doing okay, Babe?”
She’d been on edge, and I knew it was from the revelation of what she did to Rocky, but I didn’t want to push that shit. Some things are better left in silence until she’s ready.
“Yeah.” She squeezed her arms around my body. “Can I ask you something?”
“Anything.”
“I didn’t want anyone to know what happened inside. But now that you do, you’re cool with it?” Her voice came out cracked and strained.
“Fuck no, I’m not cool with it. That fucker should have never touched you.” The rage I felt towards what happened to her never seemed to diminish. Just the thought of it made me want to bring that fucker back from the dead so I could kill him again.
“I know that. I mean. That I used my body to get what I needed.”
“It wasn’t your fucking fault.” I pulled her away and stared into her eyes. “I want it erased from your fucking head. He won’t ever touch you again. No man but me will ever touch you again.”
She sighed, “Well you pretty much know everything about me now.” I knew this was a segue into asking about the military, but it was something I just couldn’t talk about. I couldn’t tell her the fucked up shit they did over there just for the fun of it. At least when we had to do shit for the club there was a definite reason, a reason that meant something. Over there, they just did it for the fun of it.
There was no way I was gonna put those thoughts in her beautiful head. If anything, I wanted to scrub them out of mine. I just couldn’t do it.
Instead, I rolled on top of her as she opened her legs wide for me. I loved that she was always ready for me no matter when I wanted her.
Sliding in deep, I stared into her beautiful eyes feeling all the love I felt for her reciprocated tenfold. As we came together, I held her close. I loved this woman with every part of my soul.
Three months later
Everything’s been pretty quiet, surprisingly. Our church meetings always consisted of theories and getting inside information on our cop problem and the hit on us that took place when we did the run for Ransom. Our local chief of police didn’t know shit, and we’ve been working on getting someone in on the feds’ side. That’s always easier said than done, but not impossible.
The police came in and questioned us about Rocky, so they called him. They stated they had an anonymous tip connecting Ravage to the man’s disappearance. With no one in Ravage saying a word and the cops seeming to think we didn’t know Rocky was a rat, they went away without another word. But we did a full sweep on everyone in the club, just to make sure. Even I got swept, which was fine. I’d rather everyone know I’m true then to have any questions about my loyalty. I didn’t think for a second the cops were done with us. There was only a matter of time before someone else would try to get in and take us down. This time we’d be ready.
There had been nothing from the hit. It was as if it was a figment of our imagination. Every avenue we went down for answers fizzled. No leads, no information… nothing. And not another attempt to take us out. We’d thought at first it was because of the whole Princess situation, but conversations with Rabbit found that theory to be a dead end.
This meeting was the same as the others.
“Meeting with Rabbit at three,” Diamond ordered as he slammed down the gavel. Rabbit had been talking to Diamond over these last few months, but this was the first meeting we’ve had with him since we handed over Liv and made our deal. Everything with Rabbit was on good terms as these conversations lead to more work and cash flow in the club. But we always had our guard up with him. There was still retribution for shooting up Pops’ house that would need to be dealt with, but we voted to keep it on the backburner for now.
Leaving church, I needed to take care of something. “G.T.,” I barked as he grabbed his phone out of the box on the pool table.
“What?”
“We need to talk.”
“We don’t need to do shit,” he growled at me. Ever since the fight with Princess, he hasn’t talked to her. It’s been fucking months now, and this shit needs to stop. She’s had her moments when she lets this shit get to her and breaks down, but always puts herself back together. She’s attempted several times to talk to him, but nothing. He won’t respond or give her the time of day.
“We do. Now,” I growled standing toe-to-toe with him. I’d had enough of this shit, and something had to give. My girl was hurting, and I was fucking done with it.
“Whatever.” He walked over to the couches, and I followed closely behind. “Get out!” he barked at the two club mommas sitting at the end of the room. I watched as they scurried away. No doubt G.T. had been inside both of them.
“Why the fuck are you so pissed at Princess?” I said, plopping down next to him.
“That’s none of your fucking business,” he clipped as I tried to hold my anger in check.
“It is my business. And since you’re not gonna tell me, I’ll tell you what I think.”
“I don’t give a shit what you think.”
“Too bad. Casey.” His demeanor didn’t change as he stared blankly at the wall in front of him. “It all revolves around her. You’re actually pissed at your sister for getting out of the joint, because that’s what ultimately sent your piece of ass away.”
His head snapped as his eyes narrowed. “You fucking call her that again, and I’ll pound your ass.”
Throwing my head back, I laughed hard. Stupid fucker. “Like I said, it’s not Princess’s fault. It’s your own. Get your fucking shit together.”
Getting up from the couch, I didn’t bother looking back at G.T. I had shit to do before the meeting.
Harlow
Moving into Cruz’s house went much better than I thought it would. Tug and the B.Boys worked their ass off moving shit from my apartment to here. I didn’t keep much furniture, but a shit ton of clothes. I really wanted my clothes.
When I first entered the house, I instantly felt at peace, like something in the home grounded me, something I really hadn’t felt before. Being on edge was just something that I lived with for so long that being at peace was only something I felt on Sting, never in a home.
The front door opened as I turned to see my handsome man coming in, his hair a mess, making my mouth water. God, I loved him.
Wrapping my arms around him, I smashed my lips to his. I needed to taste him. Never in a million years did I think I’d fall this hard for a brother, but now, I’m in it. Hard. “Well hello to you, too, Babe.” His sexy voice always made my pussy cream. I take that back, everything this man did, made me want him in a way I never thought possible.
Those one-night stands were nothing compared to this.
Moving him to the couch, I pushed him down, so he was sitting as I climbed up on top of him, straddling him as I kissed him relentlessly. My hips began to move quickly as his cock hit my clit in just the right spot. “Take it off,” he growled, and I wasted no time standing and stripping. Cruz flung his shirt off and unbuttoned his pants just enough to pull his hard erection out.
“Ride me,” he said, stroking his cock up and down. Climbing on top, I positioned him at my entrance and slammed down on him hard. “Fuck,” he groaned as I squeezed the inner muscles of my pussy over and over again, working him up. His hands went to my hips as he began forcing my body up and down at an intense pace. My eyes began to roll in the back of my head when he barked, “Eyes on mine.” I instantly followed. Watching the passion I had for this man swell in his eyes was my undoing. I needed to come, squeezing him with everything I had. “Come now,” he commanded, and I detonated, shattering into a million pieces around him. Cruz thrust three more times, grunted my name, and buried himself deep in my body.