Black Sheep (Rawkfist MC Book 1) (8 page)

Justice

C
ourt turns off the Harley’s engine, and we
sit for a while with my arms wrapped around him and his fingers caressing my
hands. We’re so perfect right now. So untouched by the real world. This amazing
feeling isn’t something anyone would ever willingly give up, so I hold onto him
longer than I should.

“Can you come
over later?” I whisper, afraid to hear an answer that’ll destroy the dream.

“What time?”

Sighing with
relief, I slide off the Harley and smile at him. “Anytime. We can hang out here
or go somewhere else. I don’t care.”

Court cups my
face with one of his strong hands. “Why do you look scared?”

“What if you
never show up? What if you walk away? You’d break my heart, and I’d be too sad
to stalk you. Where would that leave me?”

“Why would I
not show up?”

“Men are
complicated.”

“Not really.”

“I don’t know
what you’re thinking right now.”

“I’m thinking
my dick is happier than it’s ever been. I’m thinking I just had the pleasure of
watching the most beautiful woman in the world take a shower. I’m thinking I’m
a lucky fucking guy. See, that’s not so complicated.”

Grinning, I
grip his shirt. “I made your dick happy.”

“That you did.”

“I can still
feel you inside,” I whisper. “How long does that last?”

“How would I
know?” he says, fighting laughter. “I’m never had a guy inside me.”

“Not even in
prison?”

Rolling his
eyes, Court caresses my lips with his thumb. “What time do you want me to come
over?”

“I told you
anytime.”

“You remember
that when I show up at an inconvenient time.”

“I don’t care
if you show up when I’m on the crapper. I’ll just be happy to see you.”

“Fuck,” he
growls, kissing me. “You don’t hide a fucking thing. I’ve never known someone
who just says what they’re thinking.”

I meet Court’s
hunger with my own. This man excites me in the most powerful way, and I don’t
ever want to give him up. I don’t care how long we’ve known each other or what
secrets he’s hiding. My heart needs him to stay with me, and I’ll toss aside my
pride to make it happen.

Long minutes
pass before our lips part long enough for Court to turn on the Harley. I keep
reaching for him, and he returns me to his arms. I pretend life is easy and awesome,
and nothing bad can ever interfere with our lustful bliss.

Finally,
Court drives away, though he pauses at the
end of the driveway to look back at me. I feel like a sexy bitch to have such a
sexy bastard swooning over me.

Eventually, I’m
forced to walk inside where I find my sisters and Christine sitting in their
jammies and watching
The Avengers
on TV.

“I’ve been
deflowered,” I announce, twirling around.

Poppy rolls her
eyes. “Porked.”

“Nailed hard
and straight,” Journey says.

Christine rolls
her eyes at their immaturity and then adds, “You’ve been freed from the
shackles of your cherry.”

“I like mine
better,” I mutter, unhappy with their lack of applause.

“How was he?” Journey
asks.

Poppy rolls
around on the floor before asking, “Do you smell like the park weirdo who used
to whack off after feeding the ducks?”

“No, but thanks
for the visual.”

Poppy laughs
with pride at her ability to ruin everyone’s day.

“Court is incredible,”
I say, ruining her ability to ruin everyone’s day. “Life is great.”

“How can you
know he’s amazing? Like, don’t you need something to compare him to?” Journey
asks.

“No. I only
need to know I enjoyed it, and I did so stop shitting on my sunshine.”

“They're
pests,” Christine says, gently hugging me as if Court might have fucked my
bones loose. “They worried all night about you.”

“We held a
vigil,” Journey says, her voice fading as the movie returns from commercial and
her interest in me vanishes. “Lit candles and everything.”

I glance at the
kitchen counter where a few candles burn. “Ah, guys, that’s so sweet.”

Poppy walks
over to me and takes a sniff. “You smell like men’s cologne. Not bad. So did he
remember your name this morning?”

“Yes.”

“Did he
remember his name after you finished with him?” Journey asks, laughing before
she finishes.

We all laugh at
the thought of me being so fucking awesome that I’d break a guy. Once laughed
out, I head to my bedroom where I change into my PJs. Returning to where they
stare at the TV; I rest my head on Journey’s lap. She plays with my hair, and
no one mentions my deflowering again until after our living room nap.

“My first time
was with Jared,” Mom says while making tuna sandwiches the cats are dying to
try. “He was very gentle. The first time anyhow.”

“Barf,” I grunt.

“If I didn’t
embrace the barf, you wouldn’t be here, Justice.”

“Still barf.”

“Your father
was a giving lover,” she says, now trying to gross me out. “Especially with his
oral skills.”

Journey laughs.
“His poor mustache.”

Poppy pretends
she doesn’t understand because her brain wants to remain sane for a little
while longer.

“I was glad I
waited,” Christine announces before adding, “It wasn’t easy. There were a few
boys at school who made me curious, but I’m glad I waited for a real man.”

“Court’s a
man.”

“I wasn’t
saying he wasn’t.”

“You were
saying something.”

“I was just
happy I waited, just like you’re happy you waited.”

“Of course, I’m
happy about waiting. I am happy about everything.”

Journey pets my
head. “Did he get a good look at your bedhead in the morning? I want to make
sure Court knows what he’s getting into.”

“Yes and he
knows I have stinky morning breath, and I pee like all human beings. He also
watched me shower, so he’s well aware of my rocking ass.”

“You do have a
great ass,” Christine says. “The women in my family never have much up top, but
our asses are fantastic.”

“Great, now I’m
going to need to check out Grandma Bitch’s ass when we visit her.”

“Don’t let her
catch you. She’s convinced everyone is a lesbian.”

We frown at Christine,
who shrugs. “One of her long-time friends recently came out as a lesbian.”

“Do we really
have to visit her?” Poppy asks, taking her sandwich to the living room floor
where the cats descend upon her. “I’ve spent my entire life not knowing her,
and I’m a super content woman as a result. I don’t want to chance having my happy
streak ruined by your bitchy mother even if she does have a terrific ass.”

“She’s your
grandmother.”

“I already have
a shitty grandmother in Indy, and she doesn’t even have a terrific ass. I’ve
hit my quota on shitty grandmas.”

“You’re going.”

“Fine, but I
refuse to be polite or well spoken.”

“Good. Your bad
attitude will distract from these two.”

I glance at Journey
and smile, but she’s too busy dodging the tuna-crazed cats to care about grandmas
or my popped cherry. No doubt if the cats don’t back off soon, she’ll dig them
shallow graves.

As much fun as
my family and pets are, I miss Court. I suspect we’re in the best part of a
relationship. Right now, we can’t see past our lust to notice each other’s
flaws. Or worry about possible troubles brewing like his baby mama and the son
I’ll need to make nice with if I want to keep Court happy.

No way does my
mind worry about such boring details. I only want to close my eyes and dream of
how Court looked over me when our bodies came together.

Court

D
onovan Mooney comes from a long line of
lawmen. His grandfather is the sheriff of the Clinton County Department. His
uncles work the highways while his aunts are emergency dispatchers. Everyone
was straight-laced in the Mooney family except for Jerilyn. Donovan’s mother
ran wild, flaunting her rule-breaking ways. The rumor was she never followed a
single speed limit, even racing through school zones and once nearly causing an
accident with a line of mourners on the way to the graveyard.

These days,
she’s the one six feet under while her only child is a man of the law at her
father’s Sheriff’s Department. Donovan never talks about his mother. He doesn’t
discuss much of anything with me even if we’re cousins. Our fathers were
brothers with no interest in raising kids. Jerilyn never pushed the subject
with Donovan’s father, not wanting any man telling her what to do especially
one on the wrong side of the law like Chuck Bane.

After leaving Justice,
I meet Donovan in nearby Rockford at a joint with a flashing naked woman on the
sign. He’s drinking at the bar when I enter. Out of his uniform, he doesn’t
look much like the Mooney family or a cop.

“Heard you
found a girl,” he says when I sit two seats over from him.

“She’s a
keeper.”

“Good to hear.
How’s your kid?”

“He’s getting
tall.”

“He’ll be a
teenager soon. Can’t imagine that’ll be fun.”

“I’ll survive.”

“I’m sure you
will.”

We speak
without looking at one another except through our reflections behind the bar.
He’s wearing all black, looking rougher than I’ve seen him.

“Are you on
vacation?” I ask, gesturing toward his unshaven face.

“I was involved
in a police shooting a couple of weeks back. Until it gets sorted out, I’m
supposed to sit on my ass at home. Won’t even let me sit behind a desk at the
office.”

“Anyone die?”

“Unfortunately,
no.”

I smile
slightly. “You find what I was looking for?”

“Yeah. Wasn’t
hard. He wasn’t sober enough to hide well.”

Finishing my
shot of whiskey, I pay the tab and walk outside. I ride my Harley to a spot off
of the interstate next to a long ago burned out honky-tonk.

After ten
minutes, Donovan arrives in a rental car. He opens the trunk, and I stare down
at the lifeless guy tied inside.

“Is he dead?” I
ask, poking the scrawny guy.

“No. He’s
coming off a serious high.”

“Anyone going
to look for him?”

Donovan runs a
hand through his sweaty brown hair. “I found a half dead girl at his place.
Once they find her, the law will assume he’s gone into hiding.”

We drag him into
the building where I often conduct my business. I’m the only club enforcer with
the balls to get dirty anymore. The other guys are all edging toward senior
citizens status and now shy away from spilling blood. Like I told Justice, I’m
a bit of a sociopath. Hearing this man beg doesn’t bother me. I never flinch at
his screams. He is my assignment, and I feel nothing toward him.

“What do you
think?” I ask Donovan after the guy passes out from his leftover buzz and the
damage I’ve done to his face.

“If he talked
to the Feds, he would have admitted it by the time you yanked the second tooth.
He’s too fucked up to lie convincingly.”

Donovan lights
a cigarette, takes a long drag, and exhales roughly. “Is this new girl anything
like Becca?”

“Not even a
little bit.”

“How is the
bitch handling you going public with a girlfriend?”

“So far, she’s
only making threats about keeping Felix on my weekends.”

“It’ll get
worse.”

“I know. She’s
been restless for the last year. No one wants to fight her, and she needs to
fuck with people.”

Donovan takes
another drag from his cigarette and twists his lips in thought. “I’m surprised
you haven’t gotten someone to finish her off for you.”

“She’s Felix’s
mom.”

“You’d be doing
him a favor.”

Donovan’s mom
wasn’t so different than Becca. Something never clicked in either woman, and
they couldn’t find any happiness. Forever miserable, they insisted on dragging
everyone down with them.

“I can do this
stuff,” I say, gesturing back at the burned out club, “but killing a woman, let
alone my kid’s mom, is probably too much to ask.”

“I’ve always
thought you had a Jekyll-Hyde quality about you. Goody-two-shoes one second,
cleaning out eye sockets the next.”

Shaking my
head, I cross my arms. “One day, Becca will push someone too far, and they’ll end
her. I hope that someone isn’t me, but we’ll see.”

“What’s the
plan with the guy inside?” he asks, finishing his cigarette.

“I thought you
quit.”

“I did but
sitting at home makes me tense, and I bought a pack.”

“You need a
hobby.”

“I need a
woman.”

I wonder about Justice’s
sister. Sensing such a hook-up would end badly, I say nothing before walking
into the building where the guy is awake.

“What happened
to my girlfriend?” he asks. “Did you kill her?”

“She’s probably
at the hospital by now,” Donovan says, fingering the pack of cigarettes in his
pocket. “You worried about her?”

“Just hoping
someone got a chance to put a bullet in her head if I don’t get the pleasure.”

Donovan looks
at me. “You want another round?”

“He didn’t talk
to the Feds.”

“No, I didn’t,”
the asshole whines. “I don’t snitch.”

“Don’t worry,
man. We believe you,” I say, walking behind the guy and wrapping a rope around
his neck.

I watch the
leaves rustle outside while the guy struggles. My mind shouldn’t be on Justice
when violence surrounds me, but I still feel her on my lips. My dick hardens at
the memory of her giggling under me. She finds everything enjoyable. Even when
she’s mad, I swear she’s having the time of her life. How can I not crave such
carefree energy in my life?

Donovan watches
me dig the hole. He never offers to help, and I don’t expect him to. We have an
agreement. He tracks down anyone threatening the club while I do the dirty
work.

“If this
suspension continues, I might need to drop into Tumbling Rock and see this girl
of yours.”

“Wouldn’t mind
seeing you more.”

“The Mooney
family might be just about done with me. If that happens, I’ll be around more
than either of us planned.”

I think to ask
about his problems with the Sheriff’s Department but know he won’t answer me. Donovan’s
played both sides for years and kept everyone happy. Eventually, his lucky
streak is bound to end.

We’re not so
different in that way. I do my ugly work for the club and then play daddy with
Felix or act like a lovesick fool with Justice. The ugly side of my life hasn’t
corrupted my tender side yet, but nothing good last forever.