Butch (17 page)

The thought of hating Cheryl didn’t sit right with
him. There was no way it could happen, but again, he couldn’t know for certain
how he’d feel.

Chapter Nine

Cheryl hated arguing. Throughout the whole of her life
she’d tried to avoid conflict. She despised yelling at her mother or starting
anything that couldn’t be solved by conversation. Staring at Butch she waited
for him to say something, anything. She’d thought about his reaction long and
hard. There was no way for him not to blame her in the future. No matter how much
he tried to deny it, she knew it wasn’t possible. The afternoon spent with all
of The Skulls’ women had been a blast. She wasn’t too fond of Tate, yet the
other women were amazing. Eva was such a darling with how she cared about
everyone. Sophia, Kelsey, and Prue made up the numbers, and Rose was an old
timer. She’d been married over ten years and had seen a lot of change within
the club. None of the women tried to find out information about her and Butch.
They were all happy to talk their girl talk. The only time they’d asked about
Butch was when they were talking about sex.

They’d all been surprised to find that she’d not slept
with Butch.

“Look, baby, can we talk about something else?” he
asked.

“You’re going to avoid it. You quit the club because of
me. When are you going to realize I don’t care about the club?” She stormed
past him, pushing him out of the way.

“Don’t,” he said, grabbing her arm.

She stared at where he held her then up into his eyes.
“You’ve got to stop using me as an excuse.”

“When I first met you, you were holding a stack load
of Bibles. There was no way you were going to let me in your life.”

Cheryl glared at him. “In case you haven’t caught on,
I needed the fucking money. The priest paid me to do that. I slept with a man I
knew a matter of hours. I’m not some sweet innocent girl you need to protect. I
never have been. Stop thinking that I am.” She threw her arms wide, hoping he’d
get the message.

“You’re not some slut either.”

“I never said that.” She started to yell. “If I just
bash you over the head will you start thinking?”

He smirked, enraging her more.

“You can’t do it, can you? You can’t take anything
seriously. God, you’re going to drive me crazy.” She walked out of the kitchen,
charging upstairs. The only way to calm down was to put some distance between
them. There was no way she’d ever be able to look at him without getting angry
otherwise.

“Cheryl, you can’t run away from this.”

“This is my house. You can leave whenever you like.”

What are you doing? This was supposed to be fun.

Slamming the door shut to the bathroom, she stared at
her reflection in the mirror. Her cheeks were flushed from their argument.

Butch banged on the door. “Open up, Cheryl. This is
stupid.”

Ignoring him, she unpinned her hair allowing the length
to fall in waves around her. She felt horny. Turning this way and that, she
glanced at her body from all sides. Licking her lips, she listened to Butch
talk. Each sound sent a spark shooting through her body. She was more than
ready for what he had to offer.

What are you doing?

As she cupped her cheeks, the heat radiated through to
her palms.

A jolt of lust worked its way through her body.
Wriggling out of her jeans, she removed her shirt revealing the plain cotton
underwear. Butch had seen her naked, but she wanted to shock him.

They were alone with her son being taken care of. She
didn’t want to waste the opportunity by arguing with him. The last thing she
wanted to do was send him away without going to the next level.

“Stop doing this, Cheryl. Open up the fucking door.”

The door rattled from where he was tugging at the
handle. Licking her lips, she took one quick glance at her reflection then
turned toward him.

You can do this. It’s simple, and it’s what you want.

Clicking the lock, she opened the door. Butch had his
back to her. Leaning against the doorframe she didn’t say a word, waiting for
him to turn around.

Twirling a lock of hair, the heat was thumping through
her system.

“Are you done
runn
—
”

Butch turned and stopped talking. His gaze ran up and
down her body.

“Hey, Butch,” she said, flicking the lock of hair out
of the way.

“What the fuck happened?” he asked.

“I’ve been relaxing, and we’re going steady. You know
I’m a single mother, and I won’t sleep around.” She stepped into the room.
Cheryl wouldn’t have dreamt of doing this with anyone else but Butch. He made
her feel confident in the way he looked at her. His very presence awakened her.

“Holy shit, fuck, baby, you’re so fucking hot.”

He reached out, spanning his hand across her hip. She
glanced down seeing his large tanned hand against her pale skin. Butch had lost
a lot of his suntan from not being outside. Cheryl hoped any decision he made
in the future was what he wanted himself and not what he thought she wanted.

His gaze returned to hers. “We were fighting.”

“Our first fight and I think we can return to it
later. We don’t need to waste our night over it.”

“I never want to argue with you.” He pulled her closer
as he looked down her body. His eyes were directly on her breasts. Since giving
birth they’d gotten larger. She liked her fuller shape whereas some men hated a
woman who liked her food. Cheryl wouldn’t be giving up the few pleasures in
life, and food was one of them. Life was too short to give everything up in
life. She hoped in the next few hours she could add a few other pleasures to
her list.

“We’ll argue.” Seeing The Skull women, Cheryl knew she
needed to stand up for herself. The women were sweet, loving, but they didn’t
take any crap.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

“Yes, I’m sure. I’m ready.” Running her hands up his
chest, she circled her arms around his neck.

He gripped her ass rubbing his cock against her
stomach.

“I love your body,” he said, leaning forward. She
couldn’t respond as he took her lips in a searing kiss, cutting off all
thought. He plundered her mouth with his tongue, licking along the seam then
inside. Moaning, she tightened her arms, needing to get as close as possible.

“Please,” she said. Cheryl didn’t know what she was
begging for, only for him to get rid of the ache clawing away inside her.

Butch moved her to the base of the bed. He withdrew
his lips leaving her empty. Whimpering, she stared into his eyes.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll take care of everything.”

She watched his shirt come off his body revealing the
ink covered perfection of him. There was no way she wasn’t dreaming. Pinching
her arm she winced at the onset of pain.

“Why did you do that?” he asked.

“I wanted to make sure I wasn’t dreaming.” She pinched
herself again.

“Stop.
You’re not dreaming. You’re going to hurt yourself.”

Smiling, her mouth went dry as he started to finger
the belt holding his jeans up.

“Fuck, I want to see that hungry look on your face,”
he said.

“What hungry look?”

He took hold of her chin turning her head this way and
that. “How did I get so fucking lucky?”

His words charmed her.

She took over, tugging at his belt.

“You’re impatient.”

“I’ve been waiting for this since you asked for me to
get Matthew taken care of. I know I was more than ready.”

Butch covered her hands where they were tugging at his
jeans. “Stop, Cheryl. I want you to look at me.” He sounded serious.

“What is it? What’s the matter?”

“Nothing.”
Butch cupped her cheeks, staring into her eyes. The tension changed,
becoming charged. “I love you.”

The declaration of love was not what she expected. Her
heart pounded against her chest. Opening her lips, she closed them,
then
opened. What the hell was she supposed to say? None of
it made any sense to her.

“You love me?”

Her feelings for him made more sense to her. How could
a man like Butch fall in love with her? She was nothing compared to some of the
women she’d met today. They were strong and fought for what they wanted while
she lay down and let life happen. Alex had swept through her life then left as
quickly.

“Yeah, I love you.”

“How?
I don’t understand.” Tears filled her eyes at the smile in his. She saw
the love reflected back at her.

“Baby, do I need to smack your ass?”

She shook her head. “I’m a single mother.”

“You’re what I want.” He slammed his lips down on hers
cutting off all protest. There was no way she could fight what he wanted. “Never
doubt yourself, Cheryl. From the moment I saw you carrying those Bibles, I was
hooked.”

Biting her lip she stared at his chest. “You’re too
sweet.”

“No, I’m not. I’ve killed people, baby. I’ve taken
lives for the good of the club. I’ve caused pain, and I’ve broken the law. The
club was my family. I want to make you and Matthew my family now.”

“Why can’t you have both?” she asked. Pressing a kiss
to his lips, she stared into his eyes. “I’m not going to ask you to choose
between the two. The club and me, it doesn’t have to be one or the other. It
could be both.”

“Don’t worry about the club. I can deal with the
club.” His hand moved from her face down to the strap of her bra. “Now, I’m
going to fuck you, and then I’m going to make love to you. I haven’t got the
time or patience to go slow the first time. I will make it up to you, I
promise.”

“I don’t care.” She pressed her head to his. “Make me
yours.”

****

Tugging the strap down her arm, Butch stared at the
top of her breast as he started to expose the plump flesh. The red of her
nipple appeared. Sliding the strap further down, he growled at the large red
tip. It begged to be sucked and taken in deep. With his mouth watering, he
leaned down sucking the bud.

She cried out. Her fingers sank into his hair and tightened
on the strands. Pulling the second strap down he reached around the back
unsnapping the clasp. In a quick tug the offending item was on the floor, and
all he had to do was remove her panties. She shuddered against his touch. He
laid his palm flat against her stomach.

Moving to the next breast, he sucked in the large bud.
Her tits were a thing of beauty. He wanted pictures of her tits on his person
for when he left her alone and was desperate for a view of her tits. Would she
let him have a picture of her naked? He loved looking at her and knew he could
spend hours simply gazing at her.

Pushing the band of her panties aside, he inhaled the
musky scent of her pussy. She was soaking wet to the touch. Butch slid a finger
through her soaking slit at the same
time
 
he
pinched her nipple. He caressed her
clit before going down to plunge into her core.

Her nails sank into the flesh of his shoulders as she
tried to hold herself up.
“Butch?”

“I’ve got you.” He muttered his response against her
skin.

Jerking back, he tore the panties from her body and
pushed her to the bed. “I’ve got to taste you.”

Butch removed the belt, pushing his jeans down. He
couldn’t believe he had the woman he truly wanted in his arms and in his bed,
or at least in her bed. Soon he’d have a place with a large yard out in the
back with a lot more space. Cheryl deserved the kind of man who’d give her
everything she needed.

There was fire inside her that he’d not anticipated. He
truly thought she was sweet, vulnerable. Cheryl was sweet, but she wasn’t
vulnerable. No one was going to treat her like shit, and it turned him on. She’d
spent the afternoon with The Skull women and survived. There were no marks on
her body or fear in her eyes. She looked happier than he’d ever seen her. Not
many women could handle the conflict of personalities. He’d seen some of the
sweet-butts sent away crying because they couldn’t handle them.

Tiny wouldn’t let a piece of ass speak with anything
but respect to the old ladies.

Naked, he knelt at the bottom of the bed drawing her
closer. Opening her thighs, he stared at the red lips of her sex. She had a
small smattering of brown curls, but nothing took away the beauty of her slit.
Using his fingers, he opened her up to see the entrance to her cunt. Further
down, he saw the puckered hole of her anus. His cock pulsed at the sight and
the smell. She was pure, and the raw lust filled him.

Bending down, he inhaled her subtle fragrance before
running his tongue around her slit down to her cunt. Plunging his tongue into
her pussy, he felt her tighten around him. The taste of her exploded on his
tongue. Sucking her cream down, he slid up to circle her clit. Flicking his
tongue over the bud, he kept up his ministrations never letting up.