Desolate Souls (Forgotten Souls MC, #1) (7 page)

Looking up at him, I bite my lower lip as I withdraw my fingers. He needs a little more coaxing, but we have all night. Rising to my feet, I crawl onto the bed, my ass high in the air. I can feel his eyes on me as I lower my mouth onto Paul’s length. He arches his hips, causing me to take him deeper, moaning loudly as my finger penetrates his hole.

Paul has been on both the giving and receiving end of anal and knows there can be immense pleasure in the act. Not done correctly there is only pain, but in the right hands there is nothing but satisfaction.

I begin fingering him as I go down on him, his moans echoing in the room. When I pull back, I see Tom watching us, his gaze even more heated than before. “Watch,” I moan as I rise to all fours, giving him an unobstructed view of my ass. Rising onto his knees, Paul dips his fingers into my drenched pussy before bringing them to my tight bud.

He starts slowly, one finger entering me with ease. He works it in and out, agonizingly slowly before adding a second. I match his movements, rocking back and forth as his fingers impale my ass, my own fingers feverishly working my clit. “You want inside her ass?” Paul asks.

Peering over my shoulder, I watch Tom step forward, his cock in his hand. Paul reaches over and grabs a condom from the nightstand, passing it over to Tom who quickly rips open the package with his teeth and slides the rubber over his rigidness.

I scoot back, inviting him in and he doesn’t hesitate plunging inside my pussy first before lining his drenched cock with my ass. Paul reaches over and grips his cock firmly, guiding him inside slowly until he is fully seated deep inside. He doesn’t move for several minutes, but then begins to pull out before pushing back in again.

My fingers feverishly working my clit, Tom plows into me, over and over again, groaning loudly as I take every inch of him. His pace slows and I peer over my shoulder to see Paul standing behind him, rolling a condom over his length while his fingers begin working Tom preparing him for what is to come. As Paul pushes his own cock into Tom’s ass, he plunges into me hard, groaning loudly as Paul seats himself deep inside of him.

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I
awake the next morning, aching from the previous night’s activities. Sitting up, I see Paul seated at the table in the corner, staring at the wall.

“Hey,” I grumble, tossing the covers from my naked body. I need a shower more than anything and then a pot of hot coffee, but there is something I need to take care of first. “You OK?”

“No,” he murmurs, his eyes still affixed to the wall. “I don't want to keep living this way.”

“It won’t always be this way,” I tell him as I walk towards him. “You’ve said so yourself. We’re just in a rut.”

“A never ending one.” Paul looks up at me, his eyes filled with shame and regret. “You deserve so much more.”

We both do, but he never sees it that way. His concern is always for me and it breaks my heart. We are a team and have been for years now. He’s told me more than once that I should leave, move on to bigger and better things. It seems easy enough, but that’s not what friends do. They stick by each other, through thick and thin. I know all too well what it is like to have someone you trust implicitly walk away from you, and I will never do that to Paul. I will stand by him until he gets tired of me.

It is bound to happen. Everyone I have ever cared for eventually leaves and Paul will be no different. He needs me now, but one day that will change and he will walk away, never looking back.

“I’m not going anywhere,” I tell him, my voice strong and firm.

“What would I do without you?” he asks, pulling me to him.

I hold onto him tightly because he is all I have in this world, the only person who cares about me and my existence. I depend on him more than he will ever know and I don't know how I will survive when he does decide to leave.

Pulling back, I smile down at him. “We will get through this, together.”

He nods his head, releasing his hold on me. I stand, gazing down at the man that has become more than just a friend, he has become my reason for existence. Call it a weakness, but knowing he needs me just as much as I need him forces me not to give up. I will continue doing as I always have, becoming his protector and saving him from himself and the outside world.

One Year Later

“W
here you goin’ baby?” Trix asks as I toss the covers aside and rise from the bed.

“Takin’ a piss. Be gone by the time I get back,” I call over my shoulder as I head to the bathroom. I hear her huff as I shut the bathroom door. Laughing to myself, I wonder why she isn’t used to this by now. Trix is nothing but a whore and will never be anything but. She had hopes of becoming someone’s old lady but no one will have her. It takes someone special to be an old lady, especially for one of The Forgotten Souls, not just gapping your legs for each and every brother in the club. She never understood that and there’s no turning back now.

After relieving myself, I walk back into the bedroom to see Trix gone. She’s probably already getting fucked by one of the other brothers knowing her. At least I always use protection unlike some of the guys. No way am I putting my cock in jeopardy by fuckin’ that cesspool of a pussy.

Grabbing the pair of jeans I tossed on the floor earlier, I pull them on before reaching into the dresser and pulling out a shirt. I had plans on calling it an early evening, but now I am wound up and ready for some more action.

I descend the stairs quickly, stopping when I enter the main room. The party is still underway and my chances of going another round seem pretty good. Walking over to the bar, I motion for the prospect to grab me a beer.

“Watch the teeth!” Red snarls. I turn to see Monique perched between his thighs, going down hard on the old man. It still baffles me how a twenty something attractive young girl could do anything with Red. In his early fifties, he is a nasty old man who believes hygiene is unnecessary. “You want some of this?”

I turn to him, seeing he is talking to me. “Don’t think so, old man,” I chuckle.

“Suit yourself. She may have a canyon for a pussy, but her mouth is all hoover,” he chuckles. Monique lifts her head, glaring at him. “I didn't tell you to stop!” he barks.

Shaking my head I walk off just as Monique begins taking him in her mouth again. Scanning the room, I look for any sign of Deuce. “He’s in his office,” Blaze calls out to me, before burying his face in Lexi’s cunt.

Curling my lip in disgust, I make my way to the back of the club, stopping when I reach the wooden door of Deuce’s office. I still chuckle when I see the bright shiny President sign he has affixed to the door. Getting the title wasn't good enough, he has to announce it to anyone that would stop and listen. Just in case you haven’t heard, he wants to make sure you see it. From the sign on his office to the patch on his cut, there is no mistaking who he is.

It was a sheer honor for the brothers to vote him in. With his father locked away for life, the club was in need of another leader, and everyone was in agreement that Deuce was the clear choice.

I tap on the door twice before I hear him call out for me to enter. When I step inside, I shake my head. I’m not even sure who the fuck he has laying completely naked on his desk, but she is oblivious to my appearance, too busy enjoying having Deuce finger her wildly. “Meet Bunny,” he says, reaching down and pinching her nipple roughly.

“I’m goin’ on tomorrow’s run,” I tell him, rather than asking. Deuce may be President, but being his newly appointed VP has certain advantages. That and the fact that we are best friends.

“Show me what you’re gonna do to my cock,” he mutters as he removes his fingers from Bunny’s cunt, shoving them into her mouth. “You sure you want to go back to that place?”

Langley holds a lot of bad memories, but that is all in the past. I’ve gotten over it, or at least I’m trying. There is nothing left for me there anymore. Besides, I don’t trust Blaze and Nix to close this deal on their own. Hawk is notorious for driving a hard bargain and we need someone with enough balls to stand up to the fucker. He needs us, and it is my job to convince him of it.

“I’m good,” I tell him. “Anything I need to know?”

“Just that Hawk drives a hard bargain. He’s got runners in a hundred mile radius of Langley. He’s got plenty of suppliers available, so it’s all about purity and price with him. This could mean millions if we get this deal.”

The Forgotten Souls may have started under a different premise, but there was a need for funds and drugs were easy money. “I’ll convince him.”

“Another bargaining chip for ya. He’s lookin’ to expand. Just so happens we just acquired The Lusty Lady.  It’s exactly what he’s lookin’ for.”

I nod, knowing this may be what closes this deal. “I’ll go over the numbers with you later,” I tell him, turning towards the door.

“Where you going?” he asks.

“Letting you get on with your business,” I say, turning towards him smirking.

“Last time I checked, this bitch had three holes. Ain't that right?” he grins down at the girl who nods her head excitedly. “You in?” He raises his brow at me.

The girl rises to her knees on the desk, pointing her ass right towards me inviting me in. My dick twitches inside my jeans at the mere thought. Shrugging, I stalk towards them, catching the condom Deuce tosses in midair. She climbs off the desk and bends over, spreading her legs.

Rolling it onto my length, I waste no time before lining it up with her wet entrance. She moans as I slowly enter her, rotating her hips as I plunge the rest of the way inside. I pump her a few times before pulling out.

“Climb on,” Deuce says, lying flat on the desktop. She doesn't hesitate, crawling on top of him. Straddling him, she slowly lowers herself onto his rigid cock. Gripping her hips tightly, Deuce holds her in position so I can line myself up with her opening. I enter her slowly, closing my eyes as I push myself into her fully. She cries out as I seat myself deep inside her ass.

All gentleness ends at this moment as I pull out and plow back into her over and over again, Deuce matching my movements. She is like all the others, taking everything we give her without complaint.

When I feel my orgasm approaching, I pick up speed, slamming into her before groaning as my release takes hold.

I pull out of her just as Deuce tenses, and I know he’s had his fill of her too. My eyes are glued to her gaping ass as he slams into her one final time, wondering if this is all my life will ever be. I’m not complaining. I have the club and all the pussy I want, but it somehow isn’t enough. I need a challenge, or at the very least something that makes me feel again.

Peeling the condom off my cock, I toss it in the trash before shoving my softening cock back into my jeans and raising the zipper. Things could be worse, I think to myself.

I leave the room without a word, heading upstairs to my room. One day I’ll feel again, I just don't know how long I’ll have to wait.

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“S
o what’s your bottom line?” I ask, my eyes locked with Hawk.

Instead of going in with the premise of being his supplier, I made the decision to approach him as a buyer. That way I know what I am up against and can make him a deal he’d be stupid to refuse.