Page 90 of Bleed Me

I pinched and pulled on the piercing that only I ever get to see. “I want you to watch how beautiful your pussy is when it comes all over my dick.” I rubbed hard and picked up the pace with my half-strokes.

Her face was now beet red as she tried to hang on.

“Justice… come.”

A soft mewing grew into a full out wail of ecstasy as I felt her vagina pulse and hold me tight.

So fucking hungry for my own release, I collided into her with such force, my hips and arms picked her up from the mattress. I could hear her breaths leaving her lungs. With no mercy, I didn’t give her a chance to catch her breath before my mouth engulfed hers, our bodies slamming back down to the mattress. I never knew pain and starvation would be so fulfilling until I got to the feast.

Lynx snarled as he filled his plate at the buffet. “Tell me you’re not walkin’ funny because of Giver.”

My woman, with a smile from ear to fucking ear, was indeed walking funny. “Don’t ask unless you want to hear how your sister came like a freight train that was falling down the side of a mountain, with no brakes or chance of surviving—” She looked around. “Where’d he go?”

Now sitting at a table by herself, Elle winked, “I’m not scared to hear about it.”

The thing about Elle was that there was no mistaking her harmless flirting. She was so smitten with Prez, everyone knew she was joking. That’s why Justice filled her plate, then duck-walked over to her table, bragging, “He teased me so long, so hard, I think I went blind for a little bit.”

Elle’s eyes fluttered shut as she ate what was on her fork. “Tell. Me. More.”

Dagger came in, snarling, “Giver, what the fuck have you done to this club?” He came to the food bar and smacked me on the back of the head. “We’re supposed to talk about bunnies and strippers, not be subjected to how great you work your dick!”

Justice peered over her shoulder, her mouth full. “We have a new ‘daddy’ in the house.”

“The fuck?” After Justice went back to bragging, he smacked me again. I didn’t care. My ego was high and free. That’s why I was shocked when he leaned in and went serious. “Bring your plate outside.”

I whispered, “Fuck. We good?”

“Don’t think so, kid.” He head-gestured to Justice. “Don’t bring her.”

“Got it.”

It was easy enough to let the girls ‘talk’ and go outside with no questions asked. All my brothers were standing, eating in the shop. Next to an engine we were rebuilding, Lynx lifted his chin. “I could kiss you for making her so fucking happy, man. No fucking joke.”

His words spoke of joy, but his tone was cold. He was complimenting me while preparing to give me unwanted news, so I gave him the time he seemed to need. “Go ahead, but you know where these lips have been.”

“You’re giving her a healthy sex life, one she deserves. I mean it. Thank you.”

“I know you do.” My heart was starting to pound. “What’s wrong?”

“We need to talk about shit I don’t want to.” He scooped scrambled eggs into his mouth.

“Okay. Talk when you’re ready.”

No one else spoke. My brothers seemed to already be updated on whatever was happening.

Lynx chewed, stared into the yard, then finally said, “I just spoke with the Milwaukee chapter. They had some kids trying to infiltrate their turf.”

After coming up with dead-ends, we easily chased off the drug selling punks. Almost too easily. That made the hair on the back of our necks stand. So, Lynx and Dagger put word out for Stallion clubs and associate clubs to be on guard and keep communication open about any suspicious kids. Justice continued to try to find any connecting links between the boys that we dealt with, but they were all from different areas, different states. No family relations. Nothing.

A disturbed chuckle escaped Lynx. “That Prez ain’t as nice as me.”

My spine went cold because that was saying a lot.

“He nabbed his imposing drug dealers and got one to talk.” He shrugged. “I guess he could’ve got them all to talk, but since he had one jabbering jaw, he killed the rest.”

Jesus.

Dagger was staring at me, silently warning me to prepare.