Tuck's Wrath (11 page)

Her breath hitched, and she leaned up and kissed him, erasing the space that separated their mouths.

“I can’t help myself with you, Jana. I don’t
want
to help myself.” He licked at her bottom lip, and loved that she made this mewling noise. He might be on a razor’s edge with his need for her, but he knew that with her he’d always be this fiend. “Nothing helps ease the ache I have for you. Nothing, baby, and I don’t want anything to stop it. I like the pain, the ache that I have when you’re around. It makes me feel alive.”

She trembled after he spoke, and he ran his fingers down her side, cupped a big breast in his palm, and moved his thumb over the stiff peak.

“God, Tuck. The things you say…”

“You’re like a drug to me, a drug I don’t want to give up, that I don’t need to get clean from. I’ll be lost without you. I know that with everything inside of me.” He pressed his mouth against hers again, kissing her hard, before moving his lips to the shell of her ear. “I want to be addicted to you, intoxicated and a drunken fool only by you … for you.” Slipping his hand between their bodies, he came in contact with her wet, smooth slit. He growled in her ear, loving that she arched into his touch. “I want to fuck you raw, baby, just have it be you and I, nothing between us, stopping this.” He breathed out hard. “I want that so damn badly.”

“God, I want that, too.”

He moved his mouth to the pulse point at her throat, and continued to run his finger over the opening of her pussy. “You’re so fucking wet for me, baby, so primed for my cock.” Adding pressure, he dipped his finger inside of her. “I bet this slick little pussy will be the tightest I’ve ever felt, and will milk my dick until I fill you with my cum.” God, he was a filthy fucking bastard, unable to control even his words. He slipped another digit into her body, and then another until he was thrusting three fingers in her. “Damn, my whole hand is drenched.”

She gasped when he twisted his fingers inside of her. “Just fuck me already, Tuck.”

He thrust his fingers deep within her, moved them faster, harder, and the sound of her flesh sucking at him seemed to fill the room. “Damn, baby, no more torture.”

She gripped onto his shoulders tighter, her nails digging into his flesh even harder. Tuck brought his thumb to her clit, and strummed it back and forth, faster and harder while he had his fingers still in her body.

“Are you ready for me, for my cock?” he whispered against her ear. “Are you ready to have me claiming you as my woman?” he growled. Yes, she was already his. His was just emphasizing his point.

“Yes, I want all of you, Tuck.”

His mouth was by her ear, his hand on her breast, and his fingers deep in her cunt. His body was primed for her, just as hers was for him. “I’m a selfish bastard when it concerns you, Jana. You’re only mine.”

She turned her face toward his, and he claimed her mouth. He moved his tongue between her lips at the same time he reached between them and grabbed his cock, placing it at the entrance of her body.

“Please, Tuck. God, please…”

He cut off her words by slowly sinking into her in a swift, yet smooth move. Tuck wanted to slam into her tight, wet, and hot body, but he needed to take her easy for this first time. They both needed it that way, and that was what mattered.

She threw her head back, groaning and opening her mouth in pleasure. He fucking loved it, loved that he put that look of ecstasy on her face, that she was covered in sweat because of him, and panting for more. For several long, torturous moments all he did was push into her and pull out slow and easy, watching her face, gauging her reaction. His cock was covered in her cream, hard, throbbing for release.

“More, Tuck,” she said in an almost frantic voice. She opened her eyes, bit her bottom lip, and made a low sound in her throat.

Something snapped inside of him, a monster emerging and telling him he couldn’t go slowly anymore. He braced himself on his forearms, stared down the length of her body, at where his cock was buried in her pussy, and made this low, gruff noise, not able to help it.

He became this madman, thrusting into her and pulling back out, faster and harder. Tuck knew she was close to getting off once more, a fact that had male pride filling him. Her pussy was so wet for him, and the sound of his skin slapping against hers reverberated in the room.

His balls slapped her ass, and soon he was falling over the edge at the same time she was. He pumped her full of his cum, filled her with his seed so she smelled like him, was marked by him. He grabbed the sheet in his hand, tore that fucking material from his forceful actions, not able to help it, and let the pleasure fill him.

Tuck felt the last tremor leave him, and then he pulled out of her slowly, his gaze on where his cock had just been thrust in deep. Her wetness and his cum started to slowly slip from her pussy, and the sight was hot as hell. He lay down beside her, smiling at the exhausted look on her face, and at the way she made a little mewling noise as he pulled her closer. He just wanted to hold her, and finally let himself realize that his shitty, fucked-up life had just gotten a hell of a lot better.

Chapter Sixteen

It was time, time for Tuck to get what he deserved from the club for going behind their backs. They were at the clubhouse in the garage, all the bikes cleared to the side, and the lights turned on in the center of the room. All the Brothers of Menace patched-in members were present: Lucien, Kink, Malice, Rook, Ruin, and Pierce. This was him getting “Straight” with them, which in other words meant he had to make amends for what he’d done, make things right. If he didn’t do this it was a sign of disrespect and he’d be booted out of the MC. The fact Lucien was giving him this option, letting him make things Straight with everyone, wasn’t something Tuck probably deserved, not after the risk he put everyone in. Hell, they were still at risk, still put on the line because M held the cards.

The sight of the men he called brothers, of their grave faces, and the fact Tuck knew they didn’t want to do this, was something that had brotherhood and love filling him. These men would lay their life down for him, as he would do for them, but they also didn’t want to be here.

“Ready, brother?” Lucien asked.

Tuck nodded, removed his shirt and tossed it aside. He stretched out his muscles, knowing that this was going to hurt, but that it had to be done. It had to be made right. The other men stepped forward with Lucien leading them. Without anyone saying anything else, but the room getting tense, the air chilled, Lucien brought his fist forward. He slammed his knuckles into the side of Tuck’s mouth with enough force Tuck tasted blood. His head cocked back, saliva and blood sprayed from his mouth, and he had to stay upright by sheer force alone.

This was what being Straight with the club meant. He’d given them his body to beat, each brother getting a shot in until there weren’t any left, until Tuck was bleeding on the floor and barely able to breathe. Lucien stepped back, and Rook took his place. He slammed his fist into Tuck’s gut with enough force the air left his lungs and it felt as though his gut jumped into his throat. Ruin came forward, his face hard, and gave one nod before punching Tuck in the other side of his face. His teeth cut into his cheek, causing blood to spill out of his mouth.

When Pierce stepped forward, Tuck knew this was the first Straight the brother had participated in, and he looked a little nervous.

“It’s okay, brother,” Tuck said, trying to speak through the swelling already happening in his mouth.

Pierce clenched his jaw, hit Tuck in the side of the head hard enough that he stumbled backward, slammed into the all, and stars danced in front of his vision. Kink and Malice did the same, each man hitting Tuck with enough force he thought for sure he’d pass out. But he stood straight, didn’t fall over, and took this like a man, like a man that deserved this.

Once it was all said and done, Tuck’s face swollen, blood on his face and chest, and his stomach having searing pain from the hits, all of the men came forward. The clapped him on the back, told him they were all even now, and that he was straight with the club.

“You good, man?” Lucien asked.

Tuck nodded, turned his head, and spit out a mouthful of blood and spittle. “I am now.” And he was, because even if the deal with M was still on, and he had to stop it, Tuck had made it right with his club.

****

“I don’t want you giving this pussy to anyone else, Bobbie,” Rook said, and she couldn’t help but lean into him. God, she was insane for coming to the clubhouse just for a booty call, but she had this massive thing for Rook, and nothing but his big, thick cock would ease that.

The truth was Bobbie hadn’t been with any other member since Rook had taken her that first time a month ago. Although she was supposed to give it up to whoever wanted it, as long as they were a patched-in member, she’d been avoiding the other guys that didn’t have women.

“Come here, baby,” Rook said, but he kept moving backward, further down the hallway, and toward the room he bunked in when he stayed at the club.

It was late, and no one was here, but then again she wouldn’t have cared if anyone saw her going into Rook’s room. There was something about the member that had her yearning for whatever he gave her, and God, did he not hold back with her.

They went into his room, and he shut the door once she was all the way inside.

“Get undressed, lie on the bed, and pull those big, plump pussy lips apart for me,” he said, and started taking off his cut, setting it aside, and taking off the rest of his clothes. Bobbie did what he said, because the dark command in his voice had her so hot, so ready and wet for him she was a slave to her desire.

When she was on the bed, her legs spread, and her hands between her thighs, her fingers pulling her pussy lips apart, she stared at him. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t even think straight.

“I meant it when I said your pussy is only for my enjoyment, Bobbie.” He took a step closer and started taking off his belt. “I won’t share you, won’t let any other brother have your cunt, mouth, or any other part of your body.”

She swallowed as he moved closer. He had the belt in his hand, wrapped the leather around his palm and fingers. Bobbie lowered her gaze down the length of his body, took in the tattooed, muscular flesh, the way he was so full of power, and knew that she didn’t just want to be this man’s pussy on demand. She wanted to be
his
,
only
his, and not because he ordered her to keep her legs closed until he was ready to fuck her.

Bobbie wanted to be with Rook in the way that she knew Tuck and Jana were. She wanted to know that Rook would fight to the death for her, risk everything to make sure she was safe, but as she stared at this man that took what he wanted when he wanted, fucked the club pussy like he was addicted to the shit, she knew she’d never have that with him.

This man wasn’t down for keeping a woman for himself. He’d tell her to stay here, keep her legs closed, and only open them for him, but then he’d go and fuck other females on the side while she left here feeling like a used piece of meat. But God, Bobbie would do what he said, because not only was she willing to be this man’s pussy on demand, she loved him. Of course that was her secret, her weight to bear. She’d never tell anyone how she felt, well, not anyone that was associated with the club. Surely it would get back to Rook, and then she just knew nothing would be the same.

“On your belly, ass in the air, and get ready for my belt.”

Her heart thundered in anticipation at his darkly erotic words. Rook was a sadist, and Bobbie was his willing, eager masochist.

****

He had to do this, had to make this right, no matter what. He held his cell to his ear, listening to the curses coming from Lucien. Some time had passed since he’d taken the hits from the club, been dealt his punishment for going against his MC. He hadn’t deserved a second chance, but having each of his brothers take a swing at him, exacting blood and flesh from him, had made things right with them all.

He was nearly healed, but he’d had to see Jana when he’d been beat. He’d only told her he’d done this to make sure he’d paid up with the club for what he’d done. Fortunately, she’d left it at that.

“I just wanted to let you know what I was doing, because I have to try and fix this, Lucien,” Tuck said and stared at the strip club that M owned, about to go inside and straighten this out.

He’d talked to the club about this, and although they hadn’t wanted him to come because it might stir shit up even more, they’d all agreed that if he really wanted to come and try to work this out, then he should do what he wanted. Tuck wasn’t going to lie, he already knew that M was a stubborn and hard as nails motherfucker, and that he’d turn Tuck away without even thinking about what he was going to say. Tuck didn’t care though, because if he didn’t try he couldn’t say that he’d done everything to make this right.

“Be careful, brother. Rook and Pierce are there with you, so if you need them use them as your backup. I’m not going to lose you over this.”

Tuck nodded, even though Lucien couldn’t see him.

“You’ve already paid your price of flesh to the club, brother,” Lucien said, referring to the hits he’d taken from each member.

He hadn’t wanted to bring the other members with him, but Lucien had insisted. They’d stay in the SUV, and if he needed them at least he’d know they were close by. But Tuck didn’t want shit started. He just wanted to go in there and try to make this right.

He got off the phone and placed the cell inside of his cut.

“You sure about this, brother?” Rook asked.

Tuck nodded without turning his attention away from the club. “I am. I need to at least try, and if M doesn’t take it, which I’m sure he won’t, at least it was put out there.”

“We’re here if you need us,” Pierce said.

Tuck got out of the SUV. He went inside, and bypassed the bartender and the old men sitting in front of the stage where a barely legal girl was bending over and grabbing her ankles. He headed down the nasty fucking hallway, and without knocking pushed the door open to M’s office. M was in a chair in the corner, another hardly legal aged girl on his lap, rising up and down on his cock, and her small tits barely even moving.

“What the fuck?” M shouted, looked around the girl’s arm, and then lifted his eyebrows. “Well, damn, twice in such a short fucking time, Boston?” M said, but didn’t stop fucking the girl on top of him.

It took another five minutes before M finished. Then he pushed the girl off, and she fell to the ground, quickly adjusting her skirt before hauling ass out of the office. Once the door was shut and M had his cock back in his pants, Tuck crossed his arms and waited for him to get back over to his desk.

“So, what do I owe the pleasure of another visit? Or do you need another favor?” M smiled. He sat down behind his desk, lit up a joint, and grabbed a baggie of white powder from his desk. Tuck didn’t respond right away, just watched as M smoked his joint, and cut three lines of coke on his desk. He set the now roach on the table, grabbed a rolled up one hundred dollar bill, and held it out to Tuck.

Tuck shook his head, although he would be lying if he didn’t admit the temptation and urge to do a bump wasn’t always with him. But he was stronger than that, had a woman and a little boy to take care of, and that was his world now, right along with making his club right.

“More for me.” M snorted the three lines in succession, made this low sound, and leaned back in the seat. He rubbed his nose, sniffed, and then grinned. “So, what the fuck you want?”

Tuck didn’t beat around the bush, because the sooner he did this, the sooner he could see where he stood with M and the club. “I want to offer that favor, and let it known that it’ll be me that delivers on it, not the club.”

M was silent for a moment, staring at Tuck, then flicking his hands to the two men that stood in the corners of the room.

“Leave us.” They left, and when it was just M and Tuck, M grinned. “That’s not what we agreed.”

“The club didn’t have anything to do with this deal. I asked for the help, and you gave me the information I needed. I will give you the favor when you need it, but the club is out of it.” He had to be firm, had to make it known that he wasn’t going to back down, even if M didn’t take the offer.

“The club can give me a bigger payout than you on your own, Boston.” M shook his head, leaned forward, and did another line of coke. “You know, this shit is straight from Columbia, perfectly cut, no fillers, and really puts the zing in your balls.” M licked his finger, ran it along the white residue that was on the table, and rubbed the powder on his gums. He sucked his mouth for a few seconds, then steepled his fingers under his chin.

“
I
made the deal, M, and
I’m
offering me to deliver on that favor, not the club,” Tuck said again, this time with a little more force.

“Do you remember how we met, Boston?” M asked.

Tuck gritted his teeth, not wanting to get into this reminiscing about the bad shit that happened just because M wanted to be a bastard. “Yeah,” he said through clenched teeth.

“You were this punk ass twenty-something year old, fucked up on drugs, and needing some help.” M leaned his forearms on the desk. “And I helped you, Boston. I helped you—”

“You made me worse off than I was, Maris. You got me hooked on the hard stuff, the shit that ate me away from the inside out.”

M started to look pissed. He clenched his hands on the desk, slammed them down, and then the door opened and his goons came in. “I fucking saved you, Boston, made you the hard as hell, take no shit man you are today.” M waved his hand. “Get the fuck out and leave us alone.” The goons left after M shouted. M slowly stood, glared at Tuck, and said in a low, dangerous voice, “Your club will be the one that gives me the favor, Boston. You know the connections I have, the men I have hired and under my thumb. I can have every single one of your guys dead within the week if I wanted.” M slowly sat back down. “But even if I could get someone else to do this for me, knowing that your club will do what I say when I say it, without payment needed, makes this very pleasing to me.”

Tuck wanted to tell M that the club wasn’t some pansy ass motherfucking Boy Scout troop. They did shit that ensured the club stayed safe, and also the men within the club. They killed, maimed, and took down anyone that threatened what was theirs. No, Tuck didn’t say shit, because even after thinking all of that Tuck knew M had connections the club didn’t, connections that dealt with drug cartels, very dangerous men, and thugs that had nothing to lose.