Significance, Satan's Attitude MC (14 page)

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hiskey was upset that Elena had gone out alone and was away for hours. One look at her face and he immediately understood where she’d gone. He knew she was upset and put his arms around her. She leaned her back into his chest as they looked over the farm together.

“You saw Kima?” he asked softly into her hair.

“I did and she’s ready. I’ll be going over to her house every day until you know it’s safe for her. I have to be there for her, you have to understand that.”

He sighed. “I don’t like it … but I do understand. I’ll have my boys nearby. Thrash is her brother-in-law. What if he comes by the house while you’re there?” His voice hardened. “I don’t like chancing it.”

“Veiko is mad at him and I’ll have a gun anyway. Like you’ve got your club’s back, I’ll be there for Kima and have hers. I have to be.” She was determined and wasn’t going to cave in on her promise to Kima. “It’s a chance I’m willing to take to help Kima. I don’t want to argue about it. I also hid Moon Glow so Joy will think I sold him. That bitch really is on my last nerve.”

She sounded so indignant that Whiskey had to laugh at her.

“You’ve never seen my temper,” Elena warned with a smirk. “I’m ready to claw her eyes right outta her head.”

She pushed herself away from him and strutted up the porch steps and into the house.

Whiskey admired her ass jiggling and the way she strutted. He really wished he had seen her dance, but there was no way in hell his ol’ lady was ever getting up on a stage again to dance.

He slowly followed her inside and found her in the kitchen sampling some of Zero’s chili. He decided to let her get to know Zero better and sat down in front of the TV.

Things are bound to get interesting in the near future,
he thought.

T
hrash still hurt a bit from the beat down he’d gotten, and arguing with the high-ranking members of his club hadn’t made him feel any better. He was lucky he’d kept his colors and had promised to stay far away from Elena.

Tramp had thrust Penny on him, maybe as a distraction, but he wasn’t sure yet. She was foxy as hell with golden blonde hair. He took to calling her Goldilocks because the name Penny didn’t suit her in his mind. The upside was, she could work for him and she was a talented tattoo artist. Not as good as he was, but she was quick to pick up tips from him.

Penny had come to get him from the parking lot where he’d caught that beating, and she’d hid him when the club had come looking for him. She had a great sense of humor and he found himself laughing more each day. All the guys at the shop now called her Goldilocks too and she took it good-naturedly. Thrash knew she was hiding from some of Satan’s Attitude; Tramp had said taking her into the shop and renting the studio apartment to her was a favor to Rebel.

Doing favors for the very fuckers that were all over Elena hadn’t made him very nice to Penny at first, but she wore down his defenses when she saved him from laying in the dirty bar parking lot, bloody and bruised.

She brought more business into the Ocean Cove shop too, as some women felt more comfortable with her tattooing them. Some of the men had wanted her to tattoo their cocks with that silly “yur name” tattoo, so they could use it to pick up chicks by saying “I’ve got
yur name
tattooed on my dick.” It’s amazing, how many stupid chicks fell for that old line. Thrash had always tossed those assholes out, but Goldilocks suggested she charge double the price for all cock tats. He let her keep the money and she seemed to delight in digging that needle deep into the head of their cocks. He’d seen a few tough motherfuckers scream in pain as Goldilocks tatted them.

The biggest perk was having her in his bed. When he was hiding in her studio apartment, they’d shared the bed as he healed. He found he liked being next to her. The sex was some of the best he’d had, and she never said no to anything he wanted to do. The chick had no hang-ups, and she wasn’t clingy. Thrash found himself wanting to be with her more and more. He often thought if he didn’t have Elena stuck in his head, Goldilocks would make a decent ol’ lady … as long as he wasn’t on the receiving end of one of her pranks. She was quite open about them. He warned her about pulling any of them in the shop or on him, as it wouldn’t be a wise move. She wanted to dance at Dirty Deeds, but he didn’t like that idea, so he gave her the studio apartment rent-free and let her keep a higher percentage of the money she made tattooing.

She cooked him southern style meals. She was even lugging his clothes to the Laundromat. It was beginning to be a nice arrangement for them both. He ran down to the liquor store for a bottle of red wine to go with Goldilocks’ baked ziti and a loaf of Italian bread.

Coming into his apartment, he was hit by the scents of an Italian restaurant. There was a mixture of garlic, onions, and Italian spices filling the air and tempting his nose. Goldilocks was in cutoff jeans with one of his old tee shirts tied at her waist. She was grating cheese as he opened the wine. He was glad he’d been smart enough to get wine with a cork too.

“You want a glass of wine while you’re cooking, or do you want to wait for dinner?”

“Hell no, I want wine now! I can cook and drink, Thrash, trust me.” She popped some cheese in her mouth as she worked.

“It smells really good. Did you make any dessert?”

Goldilocks looked at him mischievously. “
I’m
the dessert. You got a problem with that?” She sipped the wine and decided it met her approval. “No wine for you?”

Thrash shuddered. “I’ll stick to a beer. Maybe a glass with dinner. I’m not really into wine. For you, though, I’ll have a glass with the ziti. Don’t drink it all while you’re cooking.”

“This cheese is for the top. When I have enough grated, I’ll put it over the ziti and as soon as it melts, dinner will be ready. You have your beer and think of ways to make me your dessert,” she joked.

He went to the fridge and looked on the door shelves. He knew there was chocolate syrup and he’d pour it on her. Too bad they were out of honey; he liked the taste of that. Coating Goldilocks in honey and having sex in the shower went on his mental list of things they should do in the very near future.

He listened to her singing as she opened the oven door and did whatever she was doing with the cheese. The small table was set and she’d even put a candle on it. Thrash grinned; she was making his place look more homey. He liked nice things and didn’t live in a dump like many of his brothers did. He made good money and lived a comfortable life with nice furniture, and he planned to make life even better as he made more money.

He stared out the living room windows, looking at the cars passing on the street below. He loved living here in the summer when the boardwalk was alive and the rides lit up. He loved the beach and had worked his ass off to buy this building. It had been in rough shape, but he had gotten it at a steal and loved transforming it from the art-deco look it had been. He made money off the studio apartments and was glad he’d taken over four to make his place. His apartment faced the ocean and off his bedroom was a deck. He had his tattoo shop downstairs and he rented out the other store. The place basically was paying for itself. Lost in thought, he didn’t hear Goldilocks call him for dinner until she touched his arm.

“Thrash, dinner is waiting. I’ve been calling you.”

“I was just thinking. Sorry I didn’t hear you.” He still stood at the windows, though.

“Are you thinking about her again?”

She knew all about Elena. He’d been upfront about everything.

“No. Actually, I was wishing it was summer and the boardwalk was alive. I love it here in the summer. You will, too.”

“
If
I’m still here. Come eat. I hope you like it.” She tugged on his arm.

Dinner was delicious, and Thrash had two glasses of the wine. He wondered how old she was and figured mid-to-late twenties.
It’s odd she doesn’t have an ol’ man
, he thought.

She cleared the table and washed the dishes as he smuggled the bottle of chocolate syrup into the bedroom. He looked at the sheets and thought about putting a towel down. That would wreck the mood, though, so he checked to see if they had more clean sheets. Goldilocks had been bringing over some clothing and an idea popped into his head. He took the sash off her robe. It would work quite nicely for what he had in mind. He grabbed a clean bandana out of his drawer and pulled off his jeans and tee shirt. He put the chocolate syrup under the blanket to hide it from her.

Goldilocks walked into the bedroom only to find Thrash laying on the queen-sized bed with his cock hard and ready and a grin on his face.

“Hey,
I’m
supposed to be dessert, not you!” she scolded teasingly.

A wolfish grin was on his face as he replied, “You are. Now get naked and on the bed.”

Her clothes were off in a flash and she bounced happily on the bed, snuggling next to him.

They kissed and he whispered into her ear, “Ready to be my dessert? My rules, and you accept? No backing out after you accept.”

Chills ran down her spine as she accepted. He had a dark bandana ready to tie over her eyes. He gently tied it, but it was snug enough so she couldn’t see. He pulled the covers to the foot of the bed and she shivered partly from the cold and partly in anticipation. Penny loved kinky sex. She loved sex period, in any hole, and she was game for anything except being gagged.

He pulled her hands over her head and tied them with her robe sash so they were bound together. She was left wondering what he’d do next.

The first drop of the chocolate syrup was on her left nipple. She shook slightly as she felt and smelled the chocolate. Thrash’s tongue swirled it all around before he sucked it deeply into his mouth. He nipped at it and she cried out softly. Thrash knew how much she liked rough play with her nipples, so as soon as her nipple was enlarged, he put one of the clamps she had given him to use on her. She sighed as she felt the bite.

“Not too much, love?”

“No, it feels
sooo
good,” she assured him.

He poured chocolate onto his finger and let her suck it off, her tongue darting around until she got every bit off.

He went to her other nipple now and pinched it hard before coating it with the syrup. His fingernail scratched the tip, making her moan. He rubbed the chocolate around the nipple, laving it as he watched her mouth moving wordlessly. This was how he liked to see her, wanting him and loving all he did to her. He sucked until her nipple was hard and ready for the clamp that dangled there uselessly, waiting to be connected to her nipple. She liked him to tug on the ribbons that connected the clamps.

He noticed she was breathing heavy and her pink tongue was darting out and licking her lips.
Oh yeah, she’s loving this so far,
he thought. He held the bottle over her stomach and let it drip out. His tongue was smearing it all over her and he let it pool in her belly button before licking it out. Her body was shaking and he was just starting.

“Dirty little Goldilocks, you want my cock … or more teasing?”

“More teasing, please.” She was all breathy and excited.

He got up and pushed her legs wide apart. He dripped some chocolate on his finger and touched her clit. She damn near jumped at that and he grinned. This was a lot of fun and he had wanted to try some new things out on her. She said she was into them and he hoped his huge hard cock would fit in all of her holes.

He sucked her clit hard, teeth rubbing against it as she squirmed delightedly. She bucked against his mouth and he wondered if she was ready to get off. He pulled away to make her wait and saw her lips turn into a frown. He moved back up the bed and tugged on the ribbons, making the clamps pull her nipples. He leaned over and blew against them gently. They were turning a rosy shade of pink. He rubbed his nail over the top of each. She clearly loved this as she moaned softly, turning him on even more.

As she moaned, he went back to her cunt, roughly sticking in his finger as far as he could reach. She was wet and ready for his cock. He wanted her dripping, though, and thrust two fingers in and out hard.

“Turn over,” he demanded, watching as she struggled, but not helping her. “On your knees. I want to fuck you hard and deep.”

She managed to turn finally and he shoved a pillow underneath her to even her out. He knelt between her legs, cock in hand, looking at her firm ass. His hand itched to make the white cheeks as rosy as her nipples. He slammed his hand down over and over across her ass. She didn’t say a word of protest as he spanked her. His other hand fingered her and she dripped down his fingers. He was finally satisfied that both cheeks matched in color, so he pulled her ass apart, his finger beginning to make a circle around her asshole.

His cock entered hard and deep, just as she always wanted it, and he pumped in and out of her. All he could think about was her asshole. The bottle of chocolate was going to have to be enough lube for her. As he was fucking, he grabbed the bottle and let it drip down her ass crack. She was bucking against him and moaning, “Do it, go ahead, do it.”

He was the one in charge and she’d get it when he felt like giving it to her. He pumped deeper and pulled out, leaving her to wonder when he’d fuck her ass. He went back inside her cunt and pulled out countless times before deciding it was time. One minute he was fucking her cunt, and in the next, his cock was forcing her tiny puckered opening up with the head of his cock. She groaned into the pillow as he pushed deeper inside of her. It was so tight and hot, it felt like she’d never done this before. He pushed forward as she backed against his cock. He pushed the head of his cock in and heard her gasp. Soon, he was in all the way to his balls and it was so hot. He reached up and pulled her up a bit so he could tug on the ribbons. She let out a drawn-out moan, then begged, “Keep fucking me, damn it! I wanna feel you come inside me!”

That set him off. He pounded inside of her ass as if he was fucking her cunt. As he was almost ready to shoot his load, he reached down and rubbed her clit. She clenched her anal muscles and he shot stream after stream of his cum into her. This was the best anal sex he’d ever had.