Whizz (21 page)

“Come on, let’s go for a swim.”

“I’ve got no swimsuit,” she said.

“So? I’ll buy you an extra pair of clothes.” He grabbed her hand. “Come on, Lacey. This was supposed to be about fun, not sadness.”

****

“Hold on.” Lacey bent down to untie her laces, kicking off her shoes. Whizz did the same. His story had been a sad one. She couldn’t imagine a boy who looked like Whizz being given the news. He was a strong man who kept a great deal locked up inside.

When she finished with her shoes, she ran down with him to the sea. The moment she hit the water, Lacey screamed. The water was cold.

Whizz was right behind her. “No, you don’t.”

He started to push her further into the water.

She screamed, laughing as she tried to fight him. At one point she managed to break free of his hold but not for long as Whizz caught her up against him.

“You’re not going anywhere.” He lifted her up in his arms and started walking further out to the ocean.

“No, Whizz, no.” She tried to pull out of his arms.

“I can’t hear you.”

“Don’t you dare, Whizz. I swear if I go into that water you’re going to regret it.” Not long after she spoke the words he dropped her in the ocean.

Lacey didn’t let him get away. She grabbed onto his legs and pulled him under with her.

Together they broke the surface, laughing. His face changed with the happiness. There was no darkness reflected in his eyes. He looked so happy. This was what she wanted to do for him, to help him find that glow for life. He made her feel exactly the same, and she didn’t want to lose that.

Flicking water at his face, she pushed her hair off her face.

“I’m so not happy with you right now.” She tried to glare but failed as he caught her close.

“I can make you happy with me,” he said.

“No, you can’t.” Again, she went to glare at him. One of his hands moved between her thighs, stroking her through her trousers. “That’s cheating,” she said, gasping.

He shook his head. “It’s not cheating. I’m using all the tools at my disposal to get what I want. What I want is you, Lacey.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her breasts to his hard chest.

“What do you want?” he asked.

“I’m right where I want to be.”

Lacey wouldn’t let any of the memories or guilt invade their moment. When she was with Whizz, he made her want to be a better person.

“I love you,” she said, whispering the words against his lips. “You’re the first man I’ve ever said that to.”

“Funny, you’re the first woman I’ve said that to.”

“We broke each other’s love cherry.” She nipped at his lip, not wanting this moment to end.

“It’s a good job I left the phone back on the beach.”

His change in conversation made her laugh. She flung her head back, chuckling.

“You’re completely insane, Whizz.

He took possession of her lips once again making her moan.

“Eww, they’re kissing, Daddy.”

A young girl with her father passed them by. They were paddling on a surf board together.

“Honey, leave them.”

“Sorry,” Lacey said, burying her head against Whizz’s neck.

“It’s all right. Sorry about my daughter.”

They passed, and when they were far enough away Lacey groaned. “I can’t believe that just happened,” she said.

“It happened.” He kept kissing her.

Together they stayed in the water for a good twenty or thirty minutes. Lacey didn’t care how long they were in the water. She loved every second of her time with Whizz. He knew how to have fun. They walked out of the ocean, completely soaked through. She collapsed onto the blanket, groaning as Whizz’s cell phone went off.

She handed it to him, staring up as he looked at the screen.

“What is it?” she asked.

“Nothing. It’s just the club. They can’t seem to handle me being away.”

Lacey smiled. “You’re the whizz of the club. Tiny probably wants you to find something to dig on Ned.”

He collapsed beside her, pulling her in close. “The club can wait.”

Whizz held the phone up for her to see. He switched it off, disconnecting them from Fort Wills. They were finally alone.

The time at the beach went by so fast. Lacey loved every second. After they took a little breather on the sand, they went back into the ocean for a swim. At some point Whizz was pulled into a game of ball where they hit a ball over the net. She sat and watched him, cheering him on when he beat the other team.

When he joined her back at their pitch, he groaned. “I’m starving.”

“Thank God. I thought it was only me,” she said, laughing. “I’m starving, Whizz.”

“Come on. Let’s go and get something to eat.”

They packed up their blankets, carrying them under their arms.

“Did you have fun today?” he asked.

She linked her arm with his. “You’ve got no idea how much fun I had. I didn’t want it to end.”

“It’s not going to end. We’re not driving back tonight.”

They found a burger place and entered the shop. Lacey took the booth in the back corner. She picked up the menu as Whizz took a seat.

Her clothing was dry. She’d spent most of the afternoon lying on the sand, waiting for her clothes to dry.

“Are you sure you don’t want to get back in touch with home?” Lacey asked.

He shook his head. “No. Everything going on in Fort Wills can stay there for forty-eight hours. I’ve not done something like this in years. It’s time for us to live a little, Lacey.”

She smiled, glancing over the food. “You’re going to think I’m a right pig.”

“No, I’ll order double of whatever you order. I can’t have my woman feeling like a pig.”

****

Alex cursed, closing his phone. Whizz had turned his phone off on purpose. He glanced across the room at Cheryl, the mother of his child.

“Where’s Michael?” he asked.

“He’s with Eva back at the club.”

Sunshine would be back soon. He’d been hoping for a peaceful Sunday to get his thoughts together.

“You want me to talk to Tiny about giving Butch a second chance.”

“Yes.” She was fiddling with her hands. He hated women who fiddled with their hands. Alex had been a complete ass to Cheryl. The attraction he’d once felt for her had long gone. She’d been a nice distraction. The only good thing to come from the weekend they spent together was Michael. His son brought a whole load of complications of his own.

“No. I’m not going to do it. You’ve got to be insane to think that.”

“Butch did everything you asked him to.”

“I didn’t once tell him to go to the Savage Brothers and betray our club. The Skulls was his club, not them.”

“I get that, and he paid that fucking price, Alex. I understand your anger, I really do. I was angry when he told me about it, but he also gave you their location when he didn’t need to. Butch gave you that location knowing that you could have still killed him once he had. He didn’t put the women in any danger. That was all on me. He made sure you killed them all but one. Butch held his end of the bargain. Do not bring this back to him. You were the one to put him at risk in the first place.”

He shook his head. “Butch knew what he was getting into when I asked. You can’t know what shit he was getting into.”

Alex saw her eyes were filled with tears.

“You’re not going to help him?”

“No. I’m not going to convince Tiny to bring him back into the club. He doesn’t deserve it.”

Cheryl nodded. She took a step back. “You better make the most of being with Michael.”

Alex froze. “What?”

“You heard me.”

“You can’t take my son from me.” He took a step toward her.

“I won’t be taking him away from you. You will. If Butch can’t be part of The Skulls, there’s no reason for us to stay in Fort Wills. We’re looking at homes out of town. Maybe a fresh start would be for the best.”

She turned her back on him. There was no way Alex was going to let her leave with his son. “I’ll fight you for my son, Cheryl. You’ve got no chance of winning.”

Cheryl turned to face him. “I’ve got every chance of winning. You can fight all you want, Alex. You’ve got the money, the reputation, the credit that is due a man of your stature, but you don’t have something that Butch and I have.”

“What is that?” he asked, calling her bluff.

“Michael’s love.”

Her words were like a gunshot wound. They hit hard, and direct.

“I can win.”

“Go ahead, Alex. When a judge asks our son who he’d rather be with and he says his mother and stepfather, no judge would ever give him to you, and if he did, Michael would hate you.” She shrugged. “Butch doesn’t deserve to be cast aside. Make sure he isn’t and we’ll stay in Fort Wills. I’m make sure Michael forgives you.”

He stared at her for several seconds. “Tiny got it wrong. You would be much better in the role of leading the club. You’re a manipulative bitch.”

“No, I’m not, Alex. What I am is a mother and  wife, prepared to do whatever it takes to make sure her man is cared for. Butch and Michael mean everything to me. I’d never do anything to put them in danger. You’re nothing. You were a sperm donor. I’m not bluffing, Alex. Don’t ever think you can fuck me over.”

She turned on her heel and left him alone. He couldn’t chase after her or demand that she come back. Cheryl had the last word all the way.

His cell phone went off. Hoping it was Whizz, he answered without looking at the screen.

“Hello,” Alex said.

“You better get your ass down to the clubhouse before I kill my motherfucking father-in-law,” Tiny said.

“I’m coming.”

This was what his life had turned into. He’d become a referee.

Chapter Eleven

Whizz opened the door to the luxury hotel room he’d booked them both into for the night. They’d eaten food at the burger place, and he’d asked the owner for the best hotel in town.

“I guess this place beats cockroaches and rats,” Lacey said, moving past him to sit on the end of the bed. She did a little bounce then lay back. “Feels good.”

“You stayed in a lot of places with rats and roaches?” He closed and locked the door. Pulling the curtains closed, he made sure they had a lot of privacy.

“Yeah, a lot of run down places that were not worth the shit they were asking.” She sat back up, resting back on her hands. “This place is good though.”

He stared at her. The need for her started to build back up inside him. Whizz wanted her badly.

“Stand up,” he said, dropping the blankets onto the floor.

She stood without argument. He kicked his shoes off, watching her do the same, mimicking his actions.

“Strip.” He tugged the shirt he wore over his head.

Lacey hesitated with her hand at the top of her shirt.

“There’s no room to be nervous here, Lacey. I want you. I need you.” He threw the shirt on the floor between them. “We’re going to make a pile of clothes here.”

He went to the belt holding up his jeans.

She tugged the shirt over her head, revealing a pretty white lace bra, covering her tits. He slid the jeans down his thighs, kicking out of them until he stood in his boxer shorts. Wrapping his fingers around the length of his cock, he stared at her as she stood in her sexy yet innocent underwear.

“Don’t move,” he said, stepping over their small pile of clothes. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he moved up to flick the catch that held her bra.

Whizz had her completely naked within seconds. Before she had time to say a word, he sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. He loved her large, ripe tits. They always looked ready to be sucked and nibbled.

She spoke his name on a moan. Licking a path between her cleavage, he started to circle the other bud, lavishing each tit with his tongue. Lacey sank her fingers into his hair, gripping the length. He moved his hands down to cup her ass. Squeezing the generous mounds, he let out a groan as his woman filled his hands. Fuck, he wanted inside her, needed to feel her tight cunt wrapped around his cock.

Leaving her breast, he stood to claim her mouth. He led her back onto the bed. She didn’t have any choice but to move further into the center.

“I’m not going to go easy on you this time, Lacey. This time I’m going to fuck you until I fill you with my cum.”

Her cheeks were a lovely shade of red.

“Spread your legs, baby.”

She opened her thighs wide. Gripping his cock, he ran the tip through her creamy slit, groaning at how wet she actually was. He’d not taken the time to get her ready, but she was.

“Beg me, Lacey.”

“Please, Whizz, fuck me. I need to feel you inside me. Please.” She did exactly as he asked.

He aligned the tip of his cock at her entrance and slowly fed her his shaft. When the tip was inside, he returned his grip to her waist. Staring into her intense green eyes, he slammed to the hilt, going as deep as he could within her core.

“Fuck, Lacey. You’re so tight.” He pulled out of her only to ram back in.

She gripped his arms. Her nails dug into the flesh. He liked the pain she created with her passion.

“That’s it, baby, show me how much you love my cock.”

Lacey cried out his name as he pulled out only to slam back inside. For several thrusts he didn’t give her a chance to grow accustomed to his length. He fucked her long and hard, making her take as much of him as he wanted to give her.

Whizz wanted her at his mercy. Grabbing her hands, he pressed them above her head.

“I’m the one in control here. Not you.” He kissed her lips, nipping at her bottom lip. Whizz moved down to suck on her neck. He wanted his mark all over her body for everyone to see who she belonged to. “Who owns you, Lacey?”

“You do.” She screamed the words out as he leaned down, sucking in her nipple. He bit the hard bud, flicking the tip with his tongue. Whizz moved onto the next one at the same time as he fucked hard into her aching, wet cunt. She was all his. Whizz would never harm her or let her go.

“That’s right, baby. I own you. This body is mine, to fuck, to love, to fill with my cum.”

She arched up to meet each of his thrusts.

There was no way he was going to last. The tightness of her pussy drove him to the edge of pleasure. He couldn’t hold off his release. Sliding one of his hands between them, he stroked her swollen clit. “Come all over my cock, Lacey.”