Butch (7 page)

Cupping her face, he tilted her head back to claim her
lips. “I don’t give a fuck how much they cost. I want to see you in them.”
Kissing her lips once again, he moaned. His dick was going to cause him pain
later.
Blue balls was
not a state he enjoyed, but for Cheryl,
he’d gladly deal with it. “Test me and when I get you alone I’ll spank your ass
for fun.”

Her cheeks bloomed, and she looked down at Matthew.
“I’ll spank you in a good way. I promise.”

She left him alone looking sexy as hell with her
flushed cheeks.

Heading back to Nash, he took a seat.

“I will remain loyal to the club. No secrets will pass
my lips, but my time is done. I won’t become a rat or help any other club.”

“The club takes care of us. We’re a family. You’re
denying him and Cheryl that.”

“Our women have lost babies because of this. I
remember them miscarrying. They’ve been run over, shot, stabbed, and almost
killed and raped. I’m not bringing Cheryl and him into that life.” Butch hadn’t
made the decision in an instant. He’d taken his time weighing up all of his
options until he couldn’t think straight. Leaving The Skulls was the only way
he saw a future with him and Cheryl.

“Everything we do
comes
with
a layer of risk,” Nash said.

Shaking his head, Butch glared at Nash. “If you could
do it over you know you wouldn’t have left Sophia alone. These are our
mistakes. Lash had to be sedated because of Angel. Do you really think they’d
willingly put their women in danger if they could avoid it?”

“We’re a family, Butch. A club, we can’t just walk
away.”

Reaching down, he helped Matthew pack away his few
toys. “It doesn’t matter what you think. I’m done, and this is my decision. No
one else can change that.” He picked up the boy then started heading toward the
front of the shop.

“This is not going to go away just because you want it
to,” Nash said, shouting for him to be heard.

Turning back to one of his friends, Butch simply
stared at him. “I don’t expect you to.”

He found Cheryl stood at the front of the shop looking
nervous.

“I really don’t like taking money from you. It’s not
right.”

Butch silenced her by claiming another kiss. Matthew
wriggled in his arms, but he held the boy tighter. “There, no more talk of you
feeling uncomfortable taking my money. What’s mine is yours and yours is mine.”
He pressed a kiss to her lips again then pulled away. “Now stop your whining,
woman.”

****

Frederick Gonzalez groaned as Ashley rode his cock.
She was a right fucking whore taking his cock deep into her body. The best
decision Jerry ever made was taking this woman to use for his own pleasure.
Ashley was up for anything. He’d claimed her pussy, her mouth, her ass, and he
loved the fact she swallowed his cum.

“That’s it, slut. Take it fucking all.” She rode him harder.
The condom he wore glistened with her cum. He left her to do all the work. He
loved watching her fuck him. It made him feel powerful to know she’d do
anything he told her. He knew she had another reason for giving him what he
wanted.

Frederick wasn’t stupid. He knew the bitch was still
talking to the Chaos Bleeds MC. In time he’d kill her and find another willing
slut to do what he wanted, but until then he was keeping her alive. He wondered
what Devil and that fucker Pussy would think when she turned up raped and dead.
It’s what happened to whores like Ashley.

Arching up, he closed his eyes as his orgasm exploded
out of him into the waiting condom. Ashley slowed her movements down, gasping
for breath.

“Now climb off, take the condom off and lick me the
fuck clean.”

She did as he asked without a moment’s hesitation.
When she finished, he climbed off the bed and grabbed a robe. He was staying at
a hotel in Vegas. Frederick had always loved Vegas even as a kid when his
father brought him here. Ashley didn’t say anything as he left the room,
locking the door behind him. He didn’t want to give her a chance to leave. She
was on his watch now, and when he was done, he looked forward to ending her
life, causing more pain and misery in its wake. No one touched his playthings,
not even the men he trusted. He was picky about where he shoved his cock.

“So, where are we at?” Frederick asked, pouring
himself a scotch.

“We don’t know a lot. Tiny and Devil have met, and I
gather it’s over you,” Ronald said.

“I bet they are. I imagine they’re plotting and
scheming to have me killed.” He took a sip of the thousand
dollar
a bottle scotch. “Search them all. I want to know what they eat, shit, and
fuck. I want to know everything.”

“You were going to leave The Skulls alone?”

“The Skulls have a name. They’ve got connections and
reputations. That’s what I want.” He moved to one of the computers his men had
set up. Inside Ashley was taking a shower. Her tight body was on display for
all to see. The crazy bitch didn’t have a clue she was being watched. “Chaos
Bleeds was just the first step. Every man has a weakness to exploit. Tiny is
connected to Ned Walker, who owns the fighters here. I want it all. My father
was good enough before he died to show me how to obtain all the shit I want.
This is how I get it. All the men taken have a female weakness. We simply reach
out and take what we want at the right time.”

“You’re going to go through the women?” Homer asked.

“Nah, I don’t need all the women. What I need is one
man who’s chasing a woman. I get him, I get The Skulls. It’s the simple way I
got Devil and his fuckers to fall in line. Killing Jerry was just fun.” Taking
another long pull on his scotch he took the file from Homer and started looking
through it. A name from the past stopped him. Neal Coal Richards caught his
attention. Staring at the picture of the boy on the photo, Frederick knew it
was doctored. He remembered Neal Coal, the boy who’d gotten shot in the gut. At
the time he didn’t think much of him other than how unlucky the bastard was for
being part of the Savage Brothers. One of his father’s enemies from the past,
or at least Neal’s father was.
“Butch?
What do we have
on him?” Frederick asked. It would seem Neal’s father must have had contacts
that helped his son.

“Not a lot. He’s just recently left The Skulls. Fucker
couldn’t hack the life anymore.”

“Oh, he could hack the life. Butch was born and bred
in the MC life.” Frederick snapped the folder closed. “Get me everything on the
clubs, connections, women, everything. I don’t want you to leave anything out.”

His men got straight to work, leaving him alone to
watch Ashley bathe herself. She really was a beautiful woman. It was a shame
her loyalties lay elsewhere. His father had taught him the basic rules of
survival. Never trust a woman, kill the enemy, and walk away alive. He’d
watched his father put a bullet in his mother’s head because she’d spoken to
the pool boy. Frederick had learned a lot from his father. By the time he was
eighteen he was more than capable of taking over the family business.

He smiled recalling the shock on his father’s face
when he’d walked in telling him he wanted a job. When his father offered him
any job, Frederick had raised a gun and told him straight. “I want your job.”
He killed his father and took the throne. Now business was thriving better than
ever before. No one was going to get the better of him. His own father had
raised a monster, and Frederick wasn’t going to be taken down easily. This
world was going to be all of his.

Chapter Four

On Friday night her mother took Matthew for the night
leaving her alone with Butch. He offered to take her out to a posh restaurant
where they could be waited on hand and foot. She didn’t want that. After the
amazing day at the mall they’d spent together Cheryl wanted to give him
something back. Cooking was something she loved doing, and without worrying
about Matthew, she devoted her time to making the perfect meal. Tomorrow they
were heading to the fair with her son, so there would be no chance of getting
to know one another. Chicken pasta bake was keeping warm in the oven as she
made her way upstairs to change. After a quick shower, she dried her hair
letting the length fall around her in waves. The dress she wore was the red
cocktail dress Butch had bought for her. There was nowhere she’d ever go in
such a luxurious dress, yet she enjoyed the feel of the fabric against her skin
and wanted to show him the pleasure she got from wearing something he gave her.
She put on lipstick and a bit of eye shadow before going back to the kitchen

Tying an apron around her waist, she set the table
ignoring the warnings she received from her mother. Nothing good would come
from falling in love with a biker or being with a biker. Nothing good had come
from her being with an older businessman. Shoving the thoughts aside she
focused on dinner, which she was pulling out of the oven when the doorbell
rang. Running her sweaty palms down her dress, she walked toward the door.

You shouldn’t have done this. This is all too much.

They’d shared kisses and a few secrets, nothing else. Opening
her front door she froze in place as Butch stood in a pair of dark blue jeans
and a short sleeved white tee-shirt. He looked normal almost.

“Hey.”

“Hey.” She saw all the ink up and down his arms
displaying his past within the club. Instead of wanting to turn away from the
raw masculinity staring her in the face, her pussy got soaking wet. This person
in front of her was a proper man, not a boy pretending to be a man. He was in
his mid-thirties, but even men that age are prone to act like children.

“Do you want to come in?” she asked, finally finding
her voice.

He stepped through the door, and she moved out of the
way for him to enter.
“Thanks, babe.
Dinner smells
amazing.”

She smiled. “Thanks. I’m about to dish up. Do you want
to come on through?” Crap, she was starting to sound like some waitress.

Butch caught her hand. “You’re not getting away from
me that easily.” The door was closed, and he pressed her against it. “Where’s
Matthew?”

“At my
mother’s.”

Was he going to kiss her? She didn’t know what to
expect, and the anticipation was killing her.

“You didn’t have to get rid of him for me.”

“I didn’t. Matthew loves spending time with my mom.
She loves having him. I thought it would be nice for us to be alone.” He cupped
her cheek, and all thought fled her mind at the contact. His palm was rough
from years of hard work. Butch wasn’t shy about work.

“We’re alone?”

“Yes.” The word came out as a croak. He was invading
her privacy, and her body was coming alive after years of being kept asleep.

“I’ve been thinking about doing this all day.” Butch
leaned in close. His breath fanned across her face, making her moan. Tilting
her head back, she ran her hands up his chest wanting more than anything to
feel his lips on hers.

You’ve known him long enough to want this. Don’t feel guilty for wanting
this.

In that moment with his lips mere inches from her
face, she didn’t give a shit either way. His lips were on hers, and she was in
heaven. Tugging at the strands of hair at the back of his neck, she moaned at
the feel of his hard body pressed against hers. Closing her eyes, she melted
against him. The hand on her cheek sank into her hair, tugging on the strands
while his other gripped her hip tightly.

Lifting her leg over his hip, she felt the hard ridge
of his cock pressing against her core. His tongue plundered her mouth as she rode
his body. All sense left her as her body took over. She knew what she wanted
even though her mind was trying to fight.

Butch stopped kissing her. He was poised over her,
waiting. “I’m not going to fuck you up against the wall.”

His harsh words had her gasping. Humiliation swamped
her as her stomach rumbled giving way to her hunger. “I’m also not going to
fuck you until after we eat.”

Heat bloomed in her cheeks, and she made to go,
dropping her leg from his hip. He caught her arm as she made to disappear into
the kitchen. His finger rested under her chin, and she had no choice but to
stare into his eyes.

“What’s the problem?”

“Nothing.”

“You’re hungry. There’s no need to be embarrassed.”

“I know. I’m going to go and serve up.” She tugged out
of his hold rushing toward the kitchen. She couldn’t believe her stomach had
growled during his kiss. It was humiliation. Within seconds she felt him
filling the small space of her kitchen. Glancing over her shoulder she saw his
eyes were on her.

“I quit The Skulls for my own reasons, but I can’t
change who I am.”

She placed a slice of baked pasta onto a plate and
served herself up a slice. “I’m not asking you to change who you are,” she
said. Cheryl handed him a plate then took a seat herself.

“I curse and tell things like I see them.”

“I know.”