Seconds later, he c.u.ms in the woman"s mouth, p.i.s.sing me off further because he"s getting off while being a f.u.c.khead to me. It"s been a while since I"ve had to deal with someone"s mouth about being in the club, but this kid is new so maybe he doesn"t know any better. It"s time he learned a thing or two about respect.
The woman gets up from her knees shooting me a death glare, like I want to take this piece of s.h.i.t from her. Pinch whispers something into her ear before she scurries back inside the bar. Just what I was waiting for.
Pulling out a smoke he lights it, leaning back against the brick wall of the bar.
"Got nothing to say, Casper? Now that the entire club isn"t beside you to shut someone down, you don"t seem to run your mouth as much."
He"s a hundred percent right. I won"t get out of my truck and walk over there looking for a fist fight. Some might call me a p.u.s.s.y for that, but I don"t give a flying f.u.c.k. He"s also right that if anyone tries to physical with me, my brothers get in their face, because let"s be honest, I can"t win. And I have no problem letting them do it for me. Just like they have no problem sticking me in the hills, or on the top of buildings to do what I"m best at. We all have our skills and we use them for each other.
Reaching into the back waistband of my pants, I pull out my 9mm Smith & Wesson and point it right at Pinch. G.o.d, I love Missouri"s right-to-carry law.
The only light in the back parking lot doesn"t give me the best line of vision, but I don"t need it at this close range.
Pinch throws his hands in the air when he catches sight of my gun. He was a little slow on the uptake, so I"m thinking he"s got to be more than a few beers deep.
"See, Pinch, you fail to realize that I won"t fight fair. Yeah, you could probably take me in a fist fight, I got no doubt about that. But I think it"s time you understood something. They call me Casper for a reason, you never know when I might just pop up on you, and shoot your f.u.c.king nuts off."
"You wou-" Before he can finish his sentence, I shoot him in the crotch. He doubles over and hits the hard ground.
"Well d.a.m.n. Isn"t that neat? Those rubber bullets don"t even make your gun recoil," I say, c.o.c.king the gun back to look in the chamber. "Too bad I can only load one at a time," I say and put in the next one.
"f.u.c.k, Cas. Please, I"m sorry."
I fire the next one at his a.s.s, and he screams like a b.i.t.c.h.
"Go home, Pinch," I say, as he starts moaning louder. "I"m sergeant at arms in this club and you better learn some f.u.c.king respect if you ever hope to see a patch."
Not waiting for a response, I roll up my window and head to the club. Those d.a.m.n rubber bullets cost three dollars a pop, but it"s the best six dollars I"ve ever spent.
"f.u.c.king h.e.l.l, Cas, I hate when you do that s.h.i.t," Pres snaps at me from behind his desk. He is so engrossed in what he"s doing he doesn"t notice me leaning against the far wall in his office until I clear my throat. It"s not hard for me to sneak up on people, but I can"t normally do it to Pres. I can tell by the way his hair is sticking out six different ways that he"s been running his fingers through it. The dark circles under his eyes show a lack of sleep, because normally Pres isn"t too hard on the eyes.
"What the f.u.c.k have I got this f.u.c.king dog for if you can get in here without him noticing?."
"I told you not to get that mutt," I say.
"d.a.m.n, Cas. I know I"m not the prettiest, but no need to call me a mutt," Savage, the clubs VP, says, strolling into Pres"s office and plopping down on the couch. It"s not a shocker they"re both here tonight. Savage never goes to the bar, and Pres never seems to get away from the club.
I know Savage never goes out because he has issues. He"s had them since he left the marines when an IED sent him home, thank G.o.d not in a bag. The day Abe had his accident is still burned into my brain.
Sometimes the worst part about being a sniper is that all you can do is watch. See the aftermath of the chaos, and what is left behind. That day the explosion took Abe and left Savage in his place. Gone is the laid back man who would talk for hours about the woman he left behind. He always said he"d marry her when he was back stateside. Now we can"t say her name without him getting up and leaving the room.
As for Pres, I"m not sure why he can"t pull himself from this place, but tonight I"m glad he"s here.
"I ran into a couple of Five Aces tonight." Pres and Savage both survey my body, looking for damage. "And Agent Vincent Ca.s.sano," I finish.
"f.u.c.k me," Savage growls.
"When it rains it f.u.c.king pours, doesn"t it?" Pres says, standing from behind his desk. He makes his way to the front and leans against it. Pulling out his phone, he hits a few b.u.t.tons, and moments later Scribe, the club"s secretary/treasurer, walks into the room shooting me a quick wink before sitting down next to Savage.
"Out with it."
I give him almost every detail of what happened. I left out how many times Vincent made me c.u.m, but they got a lot of it. This wasn"t a time to hold back. It"s always best your team knows everything, so no surprises can get you.
"He wants you," Pres says when I finally finish my story.
I just nod in agreement. I don"t think Vincent wants me just because of a job he"s working, I think he actually wants me. I"ve been around men my whole life, stuck in small places with them for hours, so I"ve learned to read them pretty well.
"But you think he"s investigating you too?" Pres asks.
I nod again. He knew who I was when he entered that bar. After I realized who he was I replayed everything in my head "I"ve wanted to taste you from the moment I first saw you." He said that like he"d been waiting longer than that night. Because he had been. Who knows how long he"s been watching me. I had thought I felt something, a creepy feeling, but I chalked it up to being on edge about the guns being stolen.
"Can"t say I blame the guy, I"ve been trying to get Cas to let me between her legs for years now, and I still do what she tells me to. I can"t imagine what she could get me to do if she actually gave me a taste." Scribe says, shooting me a look I"ve seen him give women who drop their panties for him instantly.
Scribe is beyond hot. He"s what you"d see if GQ decided they wanted to do a cover with a tattooed-up biker on it. Most women just flock to him because of his looks, but I love him because he always makes me laugh. He can also hack into almost anything. I flip him the bird before getting back on topic.
"I"m worried about Texas," I exhale slowly. "I don"t want it to blow back on the club. And trust me, I know how f.u.c.king stupid it was of me to keep the gun I killed that f.u.c.ker with, but for some reason I couldn"t let it go."
It was beyond stupid of me to hang on to it, and not only that, but it"s a stolen weapon. I took it from the Air Force with the sole purpose of killing with it. I needed a gun that couldn"t be tracked back to me, so I took one. I killed with it, then kept it. Why? I still don"t f.u.c.king know. But now the Five Aces have it in the load of guns they took.
"Who knows, Cas. The gun could be gone forever," Pres says.
"Yeah, right. I"m not that f.u.c.king lucky."
"We"ll get it back," Savage says.
"We have to get it back before the cops do. If they get their hands on it I"m done for. They already think I stole a weapon to make the kill, when one went missing from the Air Force. It"s the same kind of gun that killed Charlie. If they get that gun, it"s an easy closed case for them," I mutter, feeling the tension build in my shoulders.
"How do you feel about using him, Cas? If he"s really on this case and has a hard-on for you, you could play him."
I know playing with Vincent will be like playing with fire. Not only that, but this will be an up-close-and-personal mission, and that"s not what I"m good at. It doesn"t help that I don"t seem to be myself around him.
"I could. If you think that"s what I should do. If it could stop blowback on the club."
"I can teach you the art of seduction," Scribe chimes in.
""Art of seduction", huh? You mean you teach cla.s.ses on jerking off in the back room to Savage"s old p.o.r.n?"
"You wound me, Cas," Scribe teases. Like anything could hurt that man"s ego.
"I"m going to shoot you in the a.s.s in a minute," I say, wishing I had put another rubber bullet in my gun.
"Is that how you do foreplay? Because that"s some serious s.a.d.i.s.t s.h.i.t you have going on there, Cas."
Rolling my eyes, I look back at Pres who is staring at Savage. I swear they can communicate telepathically. Pres breaks eye contact with Savage and he swings his gaze to mine. "I"m more worried about you, Casper. You have more to lose right now."
"I"ll do whatever it takes." And I mean it. I won"t let anything happen to this club. This is the only family I"ve ever really had. I failed to protect my other family, I refuse to do the same to this one. This time I have the means to actually do it.
"I know you will, but I don"t want you to think I"m asking you to do this because you"re a woman." I hold my hand out to stop his comment. I know that. He"d ask anyone the same.
"d.a.m.n straight," Scribe says. "I"d seduce anyone if it kept your a.s.s out of prison, Cas. You know I like seeing it walk around here." I can"t help but smile at his remark.
"What about the Five Aces? They came looking for me tonight."
"I think you sticking with the fed will get them out of your a.s.s for the time being, but everyone needs to watch their back. They aren"t too happy you put a bullet in their VP, but I also think they know we aren"t f.u.c.king around."
"If I"m going to go down, I could take them with me, Pres. Scribe can get me their location, and I"ll have them all six feet under within a week," I offer. If they come for us looking for blood, why don"t I just stop it before it begins? I"ve lost enough brothers over the years, and taking out the Five Aces wouldn"t be any different to me than killing on a mission.
"We aren"t there yet, Cas. Let"s just wait and see how things play out. No reason to make a bigger mess if we don"t have to. I want you to focus on the fed. The mission is the gun."
I nod my agreement. I won"t go against the Pres"s orders, even if I feel my trigger finger loving the idea of taking them out. "I"ll find out what he knows," I say, turning to Scribe and giving him a smirk. "So you wanted to teach me seduction? When you suck a c.o.c.k do you use some teeth?"
CHAPTER FOUR.
VINCENT.
I watch her walk into her house, and I wait a beat before exiting my car. I tailed her a bit after she left, but I saw she was headed in the direction of the club, so I came back to her place to wait. I know she will tell them everything that happened tonight, and I don"t care. I want her, and that means wanting the club too. That"s obviously a big part of her life, and I don"t want to try to change that. She shows loyalty by telling them when she found out who I am. I can"t hate that. I just want that kind of loyalty from her as well.
I don"t go to the side of her house where I usually watch her. This time I walk right up to the front door and knock. I know that I want her, so I"m not f.u.c.king around anymore. She"s the one, so why play it cool? I"m here for her, and nothing else matters.
After a second I see her shadow pa.s.s in front of the peep hole. She"s standing on the other side of the door looking at me, but not opening up. I brace my hands on either side of the door frame and lean down to look directly through the hole.
"You see me. And I know you see me. You gonna open up, or do I have to sleep on your porch tonight?"
"The swing is actually pretty comfortable," she says from the other side of the door.
I look over, and think about everything I"d like to do to her on that swing. "Why don"t you come out here and show me how it works? You know I"m the pretty one in this relationship and you"re the smart one."
She snaps back the locks on her door and flings it open. "My f.u.c.king a.s.s are you the pretty one in this."
I give her my c.o.c.ky smile, and she throws her hands on her hips.
"Listen up, Shield. I"ve had some time to cool down, and while I can"t get caught f.u.c.king a fed, I still want that night you promised me. So if we do this, you"ve got to keep your mouth shut."
"Shield?"
"That"s all you got from what I just said? Yeah, Shield. You know, a badge, like the one you"ve probably got in your back pocket."
She"s right, I do. "So you"ll let me f.u.c.k you, but I can"t go bragging to the boys at the office about it?"
She raises an eyebrow and gives me a death stare.
"I don"t kiss and tell, so you don"t have to worry about that. But I"m not looking to hide the fact that I"m about to f.u.c.k the hottest woman I"ve ever seen in my entire G.o.dd.a.m.n life."
She lets her hands fall from her hips, and I see that blush on her cheeks again. Something about it shows how vulnerable she really is, and I love it.
I take my hands off the door frame and step inside her house. I kick the door closed behind me and flip the lock. Her eyes widen as she stands there staring at me. I take two heavy steps to her and grab her by the waist, lifting her to me. Her arms and legs instantly go around my body, and I walk us to her bedroom. I obviously don"t need to ask where it is.
I keep walking until my knees. .h.i.t her bed. and I lay her down on her back.
"Take your clothes off," I say and reach behind my head to pull my shirt off. She"s lying there staring up at me, looking like a G.o.ddess as I unbuckle my belt and unzip my jeans. She"s lush and curvy and I can"t wait to sink my teeth into every inch of her. "Mackenzie, I"ll be more than happy to just c.u.m on you, but I really would rather have my d.i.c.k inside you. Lose the shirt and let me see those fat t.i.ts."
I give her my c.o.c.ky grin as I ditch my boots and the rest of my clothes. I"m Italian so I"ve got tan skin and a hairy body. Dark chest hair covers my front and my legs are the same. I work out, so my body is in shape, but I"m naturally a thick guy and wouldn"t ever consider myself trim. Mackenzie eyes my body up and down, and seems to like what she sees. I hope so, it"s the only naked body she"ll see for the rest of her life.
I stand in front of her, completely naked with my hard c.o.c.k pointing right at her. She sits up and pulls off her tank top, and her black lacy bra goes next. Her big t.i.ts spill out, and her pink nipples are hardened points. She lies back and undoes her jeans, and I reach down to unlace her boots. Together, we get strip her down until we"re both undressed.
I kneel down on the floor and grab her ankles, pulling her a.s.s to the edge of the bed. She lets out a squeal but doesn"t protest.
"Sit up, baby, I want those nipples in my mouth."
She does what I ask and sits on the edge of the bed with her feet on the floor. I kneeling between her legs and my mouth is at the perfect height to give them lots of attention.
I grab her t.i.ts with both hands and push them together so I can get both nipples in my mouth at once. I"m a starving man and her body is a delectable banquet. She grabs my hair and pulls it as I get rough with her. Her t.i.ts are big, and spill over my hands, and I can"t get enough of her in my mouth. I suck and bite her, and I know I leave marks. My c.o.c.k drips with c.u.m just thinking about making her mine. I can"t wait much longer to get inside her, but we need to have a quick chat.
I pull my mouth just an inch away from her nipples grudingly, not wanting them out of my mouth. "You on the pill?"
"f.u.c.k that s.h.i.t, I"m on the shot. And you"re wearing a condom too, so we"re good to go."
I laugh and shake my head, pulling back a little more to lock eyes with her. "No, I"m not."
She gets an angry look on her face and grabs my hair harder. "Yes you are. You"re wearing a condom or we aren"t f.u.c.king."
"I get checked all the time with the feds and my report six months ago was clean."
"But what about since then?" she asks, and I can see that she"s thinking it over.
"I haven"t been with anyone in over a year, so I"m good to go and I"ve never not wrapped up. No condom with us."
"You"re still wearing one," she says, and pulls my head back to her nipples.
I growl and let go of her t.i.ts to grab her hips. Before she can protest, I pull her a.s.s off the edge of the bed, and slam her down on my d.i.c.k.
She shouts in surprise, and I moan at the feeling of her tight p.u.s.s.y wrapped around my c.o.c.k. It"s even better than I imagined. It"s a perfect f.u.c.king fit. Like I was made for her.
"What the f.u.c.k?" she yells, but I just hold her tight so she can"t move. She wiggles, but her attempts to hop off are half-hearted. If she wanted off my c.o.c.k, she could do it. A woman like Mackenzie doesn"t do anything she doesn"t want to do, but I can tell I"m going to have to push her sometimes. I"m going to have to fight to get through her walls, and I"ve got no problem doing that for her. For us.
"It"s done, baby. I"m not worried about me, and I don"t give a f.u.c.k if you have something or not. I need you skin on skin. Doesn"t my raw c.o.c.k feel good in that p.u.s.s.y?" I feel her p.u.s.s.y clench at my words, and she relaxes a little. "That"s it, Mackenzie. Feel my uncovered c.o.c.k pulse in that tight c.u.n.t of yours. That"s your c.o.c.k. Every inch of it is just for you. I can feel your juices running down my nuts, that"s how wet you are for it."
She moans and closes her eyes, moving her hips to feel our slick juices mixing. I hold her hips and help her move up and down. I sit back on my feet and she straddles my legs, her toes curling into the thick carpet on either side of me. In this position she can control the pace, and I can thrust up and it to her hard.
She opens her eyes and we stare at each other as she slides up and down my d.i.c.k.
"f.u.c.k, this feels good," she whispers.