Relinquish (14 page)

“Avery ask to back off you, so I agree. I do not mean to stand in your way. You could be her future. She cares for you, so I step back and be friendly.” Great, he’s gonna make me look like the asshole in this now. He was the dick first off by fighting with me, but now he looks to redeem himself it seems.

“How do I know if you’re genuine? You could be fake as fuck right now, and bad mouthin’ me when you have her alone.” He looks at me with confusion and annoyance. ”Look, I just call it like I see it,” I say and shrug. I take a large gulp of coffee and damn near burn my tongue off. I choke that shit down though. I will not look weak in any aspect in front of this blonde-haired brute.

“I’m here to help you and to protect Avery. I have no reason to be misleading. I will simply say what I think to your face. Clearly I am not scared of you.” He nods toward my cheek where I have a dark bruise from the fight we got into.

“Yes and clearly I am not scared of your ass either,” I reply and nod toward his forehead. It’s where the cut is right above his eyebrow, from one of my punches. I may not be the biggest guy around but I’m not going to let anyone think they intimidate me. It’s probably stupid. I know Nikoli could seriously kick my ass, most likely. Being in the club life though, you learn to stand up for yourself and not take any shit.

“Very good. Then we move past. I won’t speak of it again.” I nod my acceptance of the mutually agreed to terms we just reached. I catch him talking shit and stirrin’ up stuff with me and Shorty, then it’s fuckin’ on like Donkey Kong.

“Yeah, cool. Alright so business. Prez has a plan. It’s going to entail Ares, Cain, Spin, Twist, Nightmare, Exterminator and myself. Capone will make sure we have plenty of weapons or ammo, whatever we need. He’s also clearing out the barn at the pig farm to dispose of any leftovers. Smiles and the other guys will hang around here. All of our family members that are close by will stay here with them, just in case the Twisted Snakes are up to something we aren’t aware of. We will call lock-down and the families will comply. They have been schooled in situations like this, so they won’t give us any hassles. Avery on the other hand, may try to get involved and poke her little nose where it doesn’t belong. We can’t have that. We want to be ready on any front. These bastards are slimy and already hanging around town. After Avery’s shooting, it seems they don’t care if we are in a public place or not.

“I need to make it known before I go any further into the details; the fucker who shot Avery is mine. I get to make him suffer for hurting her. It’s the least I can do, after her dealing with that shit while with me. The brothers have all given their acceptance on this, and I need you to do the same.” I regard him and wait for him to weigh up everything I just said and give me his compliance.

I need to make it crystal fuckin’ clear—Joker’s ass is mine. I’m gonna make that motherfucker wish he was never born, hurtin’ Avery for no Goddamn reason. They have no respect for family members and going after a President’s son clearly shows their lack of rules and discipline. We bikers live by a code. At least most of us do. You don’t fuck with people’s families. It’s a no-go zone for the majority of the different clubs I have come across over the years.

“If you handle him, then I will accept this also. I told Avery I will give you a chance, and I mean it, I will.” He props his elbows on the bar and rubs the back of his neck.

“Alright, cool.” I go into details about what Prez wants us to do and what each of our parts is. Niko is mostly there to be muscle. We will have a lot of bodies to move, and quickly. We need the big guys and the mean fuckers for this mission. Those Twisted Snakes won’t know what the fuck hit them before it’s too late.

Ares walks in as I’m finishing up telling Nikoli the plan. He pours himself a cup of coffee and stands on the other side of the bar, so he’s directly in front of us.

“Mornin’,” he mumbles.

“‘Sup, brother,” I greet and take a sip of my own coffee.

“Good morning, Ares,” Nikoli replies with one of his usual formal responses.

I’m guessing when he learned English he didn’t get the condensed version. Everything’s drawn out and sounds elegant. We have an accent bein’ in Texas, we shorten or cut up words and basically have our own biker lingo. I’m surprised he even understands half the shit we say. He doesn’t appear to be confused and he has a really heavy accent when he gets flustered.

Ares sets his cup down and stands up straight, “You fill him in on the plan?” he asks and glances my way.

“Yep, sure did. We actually had just finished discussing it when you walked in.” I lean back on my bar stool and pop all of my knuckles.

I hate mornings, my body is always so taut. Nikoli’s chair makes a loud scraping sound as he stands up. He pushes his chair back in and I smirk. He even has good manners, yet he’s a fuckin’ hitman for the Russian Mafia. No one talks about it, but Prez filled me in on Mr. Good ‘Ol Boy here. He’s Tate’s bodyguard/best friend and a trained hitman.

Ares and I both watch him as he straightens his goofy shirt, “I must go and change if we plan to have mission this evening. I will update Tate and then return in a few hours.” He reaches his right hand out to me. I look down at it; aww, fuck it. I reach out and shake his hand. He smirks and then turns to Ares. “Nice day today, perfect to have your guns out.” Ares cocks his head and looks at Nikoli as if he has lost his mind.

“Pardon?” Ares asks gruffly.

“You know, your guns. Like, sun’s out, guns out?” he says and squeezes his bicep. Ares looks forlorn and I start to chuckle.

“Brother, he’s talkin’ ‘bout you having your muscles out, like in a beater shirt or sumthin’.” I laugh louder as it clicks for Ares and he starts to chuckle as well.

“Yeah, if I wear my wife beater I’ll have all the club cunts around here chasing me all day. Don’t want to make the other brothers jealous, or nothin’,” Ares responds good naturedly and Niko laughs loudly.

“Very good. Later,” he says and leaves.

“Later.” We both respond in sync and Ares shakes his head at me in a chastising manner.

“Don’t even fuckin’ say it, brother.”

“What, man? I haven’t said shit.”

“It’s that look, I know you wanna give me shit for that whole wife beater convo we just had.”

“Nah, man, I’m straight. I know Niko says some off-the-wall shit like that sometimes. It’s all good.” His brows go up and his face with a pleased expression.

“Cool. How’s baby girl today?”

“She was still asleep when I left to come fill him in on all the shit happenin’.”

“Alright, good. I don’t want her upset. I want us to take her further next time. I know she would enjoy it, with how much fun she had last night.” I take the last swig of my coffee and place the cup in front of Ares. He grabs it and sets it in the sink for me. I start to snicker and stand up.

“Besides, we don’t have to worry anyhow. You can just pull your guns out and parade them shits round the club. Hahaha.” I burst into a fit of laughter and Ares glares at me. “Later, bro, I’m ‘bout to go check on Shorty.”

“Shut the fuck up about that conversation,” he says and smirks. “I’ll catch up with you later.”

“Cool.” I laugh a little and walk back to my room.

I know that fucker is flipping me off as I walk away. I can feel it boring into my back, begging me to turn around. It’s okay though, I’ll let him have that one because I have good shit to give him a hard time about now.

I open my room door and look straight at the bed, but it’s empty. It’s just a bunch of rumpled black sheets and my grey comforter hanging off the bed from Avery’s wild sleeping habits. I look over the room quickly and notice the bathroom door is closed. Hmm, she must be in the shower. Fuck yeah. I’m not going to let this opportunity go to waste, so I start stripping my clothes off. Piece by piece they all come off as I make my way to the bathroom door. I throw the bundle into the laundry hamper and reach for the door handle. I turn it quietly. I want to see her before she sees me. I open the door carefully so it doesn’t make any noise, and peek my head through the opening. I can’t see her from this position and because of the shower door, so I scoot inside and close the bathroom door.

I creep through the tiny bathroom and can finally make out Avery’s lightly tanned back through the foggy shower door. She looks like a goddess, water trickling over her body in a fluid motion. Her wet hair cascades down her back, outlining the contour of her small curves. Her legs are slightly spread giving me the ultimate view of her firm, round ass. I reach down and grip my cock roughly. The length increases and hardens the more I ravish her with my eyes.

I open the door and it makes a loud creaky noise. Her back stiffens at the unexpected intrusion.

“Relax, Shorty.” I climb in behind her, moving her hair over her delicate shoulder so I can sample the sweet skin on her neck. I run my hand delicately over one of her exposed peaks and tweak it slightly. Her lips part slightly to release a puff of air and my dick flexes in response. Her little breaths key me in on what she enjoys and in return, drives me on to explore and learn more about her body. I skim my fingers down her silky skin until I reach her plump lips, leading me to her wet core.

“Twooo.” She lets out a small moan. Normally I wouldn’t have heard it but having her body so close to mine, I hear the weak plea. She wants this as much as I do.

“I’m here,” I whisper softly next to her ear.

She turns in my arms and her warm honey irises are scorching with lust when she sees my body. Little water droplets run over her lips and they entice me to take a sample. I bend down and lightly kiss her top lip then repeat and lightly kiss her bottom lip. Her mouth opens slightly and I taste her sweet breath as she exhales.
Strawberries.
She tastes like a red, ripe, juicy strawberry; I savor as I take her lips with mine.

My tongue caresses hers and I take my time exploring her succulent mouth. Her hands press slightly against my chest and I pull her tight against me. I’m not finished yet. I take her mouth more forcefully and I feel her surrender in my arms. She gives in and kisses me back with just as much fervor. She grips my shoulders firmly, flexing her fingers as the kiss deepens.

She pulls away and gasps, trying to replenish her lungs with air. Her mouth is enflamed and carries a cherry shade from our kiss. I groan at the sight. I want to take her so hard right now. I have an internal need to claim her, mark her as mine at this moment. Avery on the other hand has different ideas.

She leans in and bites my pec savagely. “Aggghhhh, fuck!” I call out and grasp her hair tightly in my fist. She sucks the skin around the sore area and leisurely makes her way down my toned stomach to my engorged cock. I fist her hair with my other hand and lean my head back as she takes me in her mouth, as deeply as she can. Christ, that feels phenomenal. She swirls her tongue around the ridge of my dick and I blink several times to concentrate on not pulling her closer and forcing myself further into her throat.

I clear my throat and watch her bob her head up and down my dick for a few minutes. “Enough, Avery,” I say, thoroughly aroused, and she looks up at me from below. Her mouth is wrapped tightly around my cock and her eyes are wide. She looks so fucking innocent and beautiful like this. I grab her bicep and carefully pull her back up in front of me. “You’re too good at that, Shorty. You almost made me lose control,” I say and nod toward the shower wall. She grins at me, her velvety voice letting loose a pleased chuckle. She turns her head slightly and I spin her by her hip so she faces the wall again. I keep hold of her hip as I press down on her back, moving her closer to the wall.

“Brace yourself, baby.”

“Okay, 2. Like this?” She widens her arms and attempts to get a good grip on the soap fixtures attached to the tiles.

“Yeah, perfect.” I spread her legs apart with my knees and line my cock up to her sopping wet entrance. I push in slightly.

“Oh yes,” she moans and I thrust in deeper. 

I wrap my hand around her waist then place my palm firmly over her clit. I spread my fingers on each side of her entrance so I can feel myself each time I move in and pull out of her. Her tight cunt drips each time I pull myself out to the tip.

“Fuck, Avery, you feel so good like this, tight and wet. Squeeze that pussy, baby,” I groan as she grips my cock snugly.

“Ha-harder, please,” she gasps.

I grip her hip with my other hand and apply pressure to her clit simultaneously with my palm. “Yes.” She whimpers and I flex my fingers. I increase my momentum and start to slam into her roughly. She lays her head against the shower wall and takes each thrust I give her.

“Fuck, Shorty, I’m about to come.” I bend down and bite into her back. It sets her off and I feel her warm cunt grip me repeatedly as she calls out wantonly.  My dick tingles in an intense explosion of pleasure and I feel my thick cum start to spurt inside her. I pull her back to my chest and hold her in an iron grip as I empty my remaining cum deep within her.

“Holy shit, I don’t know if I can walk after that,” she says breathlessly and I chuckle. I squeeze her to me and kiss her cheek sweetly.

“It’s all good, after that I’ll carry you if you want.” She giggles and it’s a beautiful sound to hear. “It seems to keep getting better, yeah?” I ask and stare into her pleased golden irises. She gets a tender expression on her face.