Filthy Bastard (Grim Bastards MC) (8 page)

Unlike the club whores, the only pussy I’ve known since getting out of prison, Addy’s tits are fucking beautiful. They’re not fake, not sagging, not covered in tats or piercings. They’re not huge, but not small, just a bit more than a handful. To me, they’re just fucking perfect.

My fingers brush across one erect nipple, just before my lips surround it. Her gasp brings a smile to my face, as her fingers run through my hair. She forces my face flush to her chest, silently begging me for more. I’m more than happy to oblige, running my tongue over one nipple, while my hand covers her other breast.

Addy lets out a moan before whispering, “That feels so damn good.”

Pulling my mouth from her, I slide to the end of the bed and stand up to take off my jeans and socks. As soon as I’m down to my boxers, I tug the jeans from her body. Only her bright yellow panties separate me from what I want the most.

Lying over her, I run a hand over her beautiful red hair. I place another kiss on her lips before working my way down her body. Stopping to tease each nipple, then running my tongue down her stomach, I place open mouth kisses against her skin. When I reach her panties, I inhale her scent, which causes my cock to jump in anticipation.

Slipping my fingers into her panties, I jerk them down her legs, baring her pussy to my eyes. She is perfect, fucking perfect. Unlike most of the bitches at the club, she isn’t shaved bare. Instead, she has a small strip of deep red hair leading me to where my cock so desperately wants to be.

Running my fingertips over her wet cunt, I give her clit a little pinch before sinking two fingers deep inside her. Unable to wait, I lower my head and get my first real taste of her. She’s sweet but salty, even a little tangy, so fucking good. I could spend every day of my life doing nothing but eating her pussy and still die a happy man.

My lips surround her clit, sucking it deep into my mouth. Her ass comes off the bed as she grabs the back of my head. “I need more, please.”

I know what she’s asking, and I’m more than willing to give it to her. She can have my cock, just not yet. I haven’t done this in a long fucking time, not since I was in high school. With nothing but club whores in my bed, there was no damn way my mouth was getting anywhere near their worn out pussies. Tasting her is like being in heaven, and I’m not gonna stop anytime soon.

Gliding my fingers in and out of her pussy, I continue to lavish attention to her clit. I slowly pull my fingers from her heat and trail them down further, dipping one just inside her ass. At the same time, my tongue moves from her clit to dip inside her body. Moving my hand back, my thumb joins my tongue. I work both in and out of her at the same time. Within seconds, her walls begin to tighten. Knowing what she needs, I move my lips back to her clit and glide my teeth over the sensitive flesh.

“Fuck,” she moans out, as her pussy clenches and pulsates around my thumb.

As quickly as possible, I move back up her body and see the lust in her deep brown eyes. Giving her pussy a gentle pat, I place a kiss on her lips then reach over to grab a condom from my pants. Using my teeth to tear it open, I shoot her a cocky smile. “Did you enjoy that, Little Red?”

The look of pleasure she just wore disappears, and her eyes fill with tears. “More than you can imagine.”

“What the fuck?” I ask, not willing to move an inch. “What’s wrong?”

Her hands wrap around my biceps, pulling me back to her. “Nothing is wrong. Everything is fucking perfect.”

I can hear the pain in her voice, but I can also hear the edge to it. Whatever is going on with her, she doesn’t want to talk about it. “I just want you to feel good.”

“I’ve never felt better,” she says, placing a kiss on my chin as her hand snakes between our bodies.

Just as her tiny fist circles my cock, someone starts to bang on the door. A second later, Smoke’s voice seeps into the room.

“Brew, get your ass downstairs. Boz needs you.”

Anger fills me as I shout, “Give me a fucking minute.”

I wait for his footsteps to fade away before placing my lips back on Addy’s and whisper, “Sorry, Red.”

She smiles, but it doesn’t quite reach her chocolate colored eyes. She runs a hand over my hair and replies, “Go take care of business.”

Addy

THE SOUND
of running boots hitting the floor grabs my attention. I lay the book Brew brought me down and climb from the bed, then make my way toward the sound. Opening the door just an inch, I watch as brothers run in both directions. Boz storms by with a bleeding Grim in his arms and Trix following close behind him. My best friend’s face is trained on Boz’s back, not giving me a clear view. Still, I can see blood splattered all over her clothes.

“What the hell happened?” I shout to them, jerking the door open and stepping out into the crowded hallway.

Brew rushes toward me, a devastated look on his face, pushing me backwards. “Get your ass back in the room and lock the door.”

“What’s wrong? What happened to Grim? He was bleeding,” I say, telling him something he obviously already knows.

Brew blinks before taking in a deep breath. “Yeah, he’s hurt, but I don’t know how badly yet. I’ll come back and let you know as soon as I find out.”

I grab his hand, not wanting him to leave me alone. “Let me go with you, please. I promise not to get in the way.”

“Red, there’s a lot of shit going down right now,” he says, clearly wanting me to keep my ass put, behind a locked door.

I’m not sure what’s going on, but I know it’s bad. Judging by the look on Boz’s face when he walked by, and the look on Brew’s now, it’s really fucking bad. The last thing I want to do is be stuck in a room, just waiting for that bad to find me.

Giving his hand a gentle squeeze, I reach up and run my hand over his golden brown locks. “I’m scared shitless right now, Brew. I know if I’m with you, nothing can happen to me. Please, let me stay with you.”

He takes in another deep breath and says, “Stay right on my ass, Addy. Don’t move one fucking inch from me. Do you understand?”

Nodding my head, I agree. “I promise.”

He leads me down the hall, past the common room, and into the kitchen. As we get closer, I can hear Boz and Trix talking, but can’t quite make out what they are saying. I can hear the pain and fear in her voice, causing my feet to move faster. Sending a quick prayer for my friend, I look around Brew as we step inside the kitchen.

Boz’s shout fills the air, sending a wave of urgency along with it. “Call Doc! Get his ass over here right now.”

“Already done, brother. I figured you’d want him to look at Trix, so I made the call as soon as I walked in,” Brew replies, holding the kitchen door open.

At that moment, I see Grim’s bloody body lying on the kitchen table. His blood is dripping to the floor as he pulls in labored breaths. Tears fill my eyes as I look over to Trix. She has blood seeping from her lips and a huge handprint on her face.

A gasp slips from my lips as I whisper, “Oh my God.”

“Call him back and tell him to get here right fucking now,” Boz orders, as Trix and I stare at each other.

She mouths the words,
I’m okay
, just before Brew’s arms lock around me.

“Oh, fuck. I’ll have him here in five,” Brew tells Boz, just before he pulls me out of the kitchen and back down the hall.

As soon as we step into my room, he has his phone out. A second later, he is barking orders to someone that I can only assume is the doctor Boz was asking for. “You got five minutes to get your ass here, or you’ll answer to me.”

When his phone is back in his pocket, he turns his eyes to me. “I need you to stay in here for me. I know you’re scared, Red, but I need you to do this for me.”

“Can you at least tell me what happened?” I ask, laying my hand on his arms. “Who hurt Trix and Grim?”

He closes his eyes for a second before finally answering my question. “Crank came back, but it’s over now, so there’s nothing for you to worry about.”

I can tell he’s lying, or at least only giving me half the truth, but I don’t push him. Instead, I go to my toes and lay a kiss on his mouth. It’s gentle, just a slight brush of my lips against his. Still, it’s all I have to give him right now.

“Please, be careful,” I tell him before pulling away. “I couldn’t handle it if something happened to you, too.”

He stares at me a second, not bothering to reply, before backing out of my room. He gives me one of his signature chin lifts and orders, “Lock the fucking door.”

A second later, he’s gone, and I lock the door as ordered. Then, I place my back to the door and slide down to the floor. As soon as my ass hits the cold concrete, I let the tears fall.

I can’t believe this shit. What else is going to fucking happen while we’re stuck here? It seems that if it’s not one thing, it’s another. Don’t get me wrong; it hasn’t been all bad. There are times when I have really enjoyed myself. Now, though, it’s starting to seem like the bad is outweighing the good.

I thought for sure that Crank was never coming back, and I hope like hell they killed his ass this time. Never thought I’d say that about another human being, not even Blake. But, Trix has had enough to deal with from that man. She sure doesn’t need any more.

I hate that I am stuck in this room when Trix is hurt. There’s nothing I could do besides comfort her, anyway. Sometimes, though, that’s enough. I know she has Boz with her, so she’ll be fine. He’ll do his best to help her through this, and she will do the same for him.

The urge to run out and check on everyone hits me, but I hold back. Brew will be back for me, so I just have to wait. He hasn’t lied to me yet, and I don’t think today is the day he’ll start. Thinking about him has me thinking about what’s going on in my heart. I do care about him, a lot more than I should. A hell of a lot more than I have time for right now. My mind should be focused on getting home and taking care of my sister, not the man I could see myself spending the rest of my life with.

I sit here crying for a few more minutes, before I get up and go into the bathroom to wash my face. Maybe the cold water will stop the tears from flowing. Just as I put the cool washcloth against my face, I hear the door opening. I’m too scared to walk out of the bathroom to see who it is. It seems like it’s been forever since Brew left, and it could be anyone coming in.

I throw the washcloth in the sink and am about to peek out the bathroom door, when Brew comes running around the corner. He looks into my eyes a second before wrapping me in his arms. He is holding me so tight that it’s hard for me to breathe.

“Brew, not so tight,” I mumble, surprised he can actually understand the words barely making their way out of my mouth.

His arms loosen just a little bit before he says, “I’m sorry, Red. When I came in and didn’t see you, it scared the hell out of me.”

“It’s okay, I just couldn’t breathe,” I say, giving him a little laugh.

He places a kiss on my head and says, “Well, I wouldn’t want that. It’s my goal in life to keep you breathing as long as possible.”

“You didn’t need to be worried. I locked the door and stayed in my room,” I tell him as I lean back and look into his eyes. “Is Trix okay? How is Grim?”

I can tell by the look on his face that I’m not gonna like what he has to say. A second later, I find out just how right I am.

“Trix is gonna be okay. She has some scrapes and bruises, but she’s fine.” He stops to stare at me a moment before going on. “I can’t say the same about Grim, though. I hate to have to tell you, but Boz just walked outside to bury his dog.”

“What?” I gasp out as tears fill my eyes.

“Doc did everything to save him. There just wasn’t anything anyone could do,” he says, running his hand over my hair.

“What happened? What happened to them?” I ask, verging on hysteria. “Who hurt them, Brew? Who in the hell would do this?”

“I can’t tell you that, Little Red,” he answers, regret in his hazel eyes.

Knowing he’s right, I lay my head against his chest and let my anguish out. The man I’m falling in love with holds me and rubs my back until I have no more tears to shed.

Brew

I LISTEN
to Stone beg the Pres to end him, then watch as Boz lifts the pistol to the temple of a man I once was proud to call brother. A second later, he pulls the trigger and Stone’s life is over. His lies, betrayals, and plots have reached the end.

A shudder of revulsion works through my body as I watch Stone’s blood pool under his feet. Regret fills me, but not regret for the dead fucker that is bleeding out, the life that is now over. No, my regret is for not figuring this shit out faster and doing something to put a stop to it, before it caused a shit-storm for my club.

Boz hangs his head, running a hand over his hair. I can tell he’s hurting; I know he’s feeling this shit all the way to his soul. As President, it’s his job to know everything and everyone that has anything to do with the club. He has to think this is his fault, but it isn’t. The responsibility is shared amongst us all. We all should’ve known.

“I’m sorry, brothers,” I say to Boz and Smoke, as I walk around the body and make my way to the shelf on the wall to grab a roll of heavy plastic. “I should’ve seen this shit coming a long damn time ago, should’ve known what his ass was up to. Instead, I didn’t even have a fucking inkling of what was going down all around me.”

“How the fuck would you have known, when Boz and I didn’t see shit?” Smoke asks, while grabbing the hose from the wall and pulling it toward the blood. “I knew this crazy fucker my entire life. Hell, he probably bounced me on his knee when I was still in diapers, and I’ve never seen anything but loyalty in him.”

Smoke’s right about that; the man that just died always seemed like a solid brother. Hell, he was even an officer when Boz’s dad held the gavel. He was someone we all could depend on to get shit done. Never once, not one fucking time, did I question his loyalty to the Grim Bastards. Not even when his own son turned traitor against the club did I have a second thought about Stone doing the same thing.