Warrant (Righteous Outlaws #1) (5 page)

“Have the prospects do it,” Bentley offered, running a hand over his dark stubble.

Nick shook his head. “Not an option. I don’t even want a prospect along for the ride.” He tapped his finger into the oak to drill his point in. “I need skilled guys to take care of this.”

“I’ll do it,” Dice said, raising his hand. “Can make a visit to my Ma while I’m there, and get her off my fucking case about never going to see her.”

“Mama’s boy,” Miles mumbled, which caused the rest of us to smirk except for Nick.

Nick put his hands out, and we all quieted at his request. “That’s fine with me. All in favor.”

“Aye,” we all said in unison.

“Who’s going with him?” Nick asked, looking across the table to Miles.

Miles turned to Dice, his lip curled in a smile. “Will your ma cook for me?”

Dice gave him an evil eye, then sat back in his chair. “She’ll throw you some food on the floor. You can eat with the dogs.”

“On the floor with the bitches. Sounds like home,” Miles offered. “I’m in.”

“All in favor.”

“Aye,” we all said and raised a hand.

Any problems, it’s your fault.” Nick pointed a ringed finger at Miles.

Miles put his hands out in front of him. “What the fuck did I do?”

“Nothing, yet.”

Miles shrugged, and nodded his head, because he knew damn well Nick was right. Whenever and wherever there was fire, Miles was usually the one holding the match. Sending him across country to pick up our backup shipment could be considered a bad idea. Although, there was one redeeming thing about Miles: no matter what he did, or how much trouble he got himself into, he always got shit done. He was not only a master manipulator, but he was fucking MacGyver.

“But, I mean it! If you have to take the trip, just remember our connections with the police only go so far. Once we’re out of Black Hills, we’re not protected anymore. Stanson won’t be able to do shit for us if you get nailed outside of the state. Understood?”

Both Miles and Dice nodded their head in understanding.

“Good,” Nick stated, and then turned his attention back to the rest of us. “Any other business to discuss?” Nick eyed everyone around the table, but no one spoke. “Good, let’s go drink!”

I
t had been almost
a week since my cock was sunk deep into the tight pussy of my Sunshine. Girls never lingered on my mind. I usually fucked them and went on with my day. If they came around again, I just went for it, not because I wanted them, but because they were guaranteed. Sunshine, though, that girl was stuck on my mind and it was driving me fucking crazy.

She wasn’t like the whores I was used to. She was delicate and soft. Smelled fucking sweet and tasted even sweeter. She wasn’t hardened by a tough life, or tainted by a million other guys’ cocks. She was fucking pure and…vanilla.

What the fuck was wrong with me? I didn’t do vanilla. I didn’t want vanilla. I liked my girls and sex the same: dirty and raunchy.

It wasn’t about the girl, never had been. It was all about me and getting off. I needed to get that pure bitch out of my goddamned mind. She was ruining the one thing I enjoyed most in life, and there was no fucking way I was going to let that happen.

I grabbed a bottle of Jack, and sat at the bar in the clubhouse. It was a Friday night, and there were whores everywhere, waiting to be chosen by one of the members, hoping that, by spreading their legs, they would be on their way to becoming an old lady. These bitches had no fucking clue how it really worked. None of us wanted an old lady. We just wanted to fuck, and because they made it so easy, we looked at them as toys nothing more.

It didn’t even take a full minute from the time I sat until arms wrapped around my neck, and tits were pressed into my back. “Hey gorgeous,” Tammy, a bleached blonde with big fake tits and a lot of red lipstick, said, running her fingers through my hair.

I nodded, and poured some Jack into a rock glass.

“For me?” she said with mock shock.

“No,” I stated, and then gulped down what was in the glass. I refilled it, and pushed it toward her.

She took it in her hand with a smile. “Thanks.”

I knew she’d be down to fuck, and it would be a hell of a time, but I wanted more. I dipped my head to be level with Tammy. “Why don’t you go grab Donna?” I said, dropping my eyes to another blonde in the corner. What was fake on Tammy was all real on Donna. “And come find me in the back room.”

Tammy arched an eyebrow, knowing damn well what I was asking. She dragged her finger down my chest. “You go make yourself comfortable, big boy. We’ll be in soon.”

I downed another glass of Jack, and watched as Tammy swayed her ass over to Donna. She bent down, her tits just shy of Donna’s lips. She cupped her hand, and whispered into her ear, giving me a seductive wink. Those two were the farthest thing from vanilla, and exactly what I needed.

I grabbed the bottle, leaving the glass behind, and headed toward one of the rooms in the back. Miles lived in the one on the right. It worked for him because he didn’t have to pay rent, and it worked for us because he could keep an eye on the clubhouse when the rest of us went home.

I lived there for a while after Dad died, because it was easy to get drunk and stumble to the closest bed, but there was never any separation from work, obligations and fun.

The only home I ever knew was the one I shared with Dad, but I couldn’t bring myself to go back there. I was tough as shit, could take a beating that would leave me clinging to life, but I couldn’t face the memories scattered in every room of the house I grew up in.

I turned into a bitter drunk that the guys had to carry to bed at night, and throw in an ice cold shower in the morning. My anger and guilt consumed me, and it probably would have ruined me if Kade didn’t offer me a place to stay. Once I left the clubhouse, things slowly fell back into place. Six months later, I was finally able to return home.

Nothing changed, except Dad wasn’t there, but at that point I had become so numb to the pain that it didn’t matter. Even now, looking at the room I spent so many nights in had no effect on me. It was just a room.

I pushed into the other room, and sunk into the worn cushions of the old leather sofa. Moments later, Tammy and Donna walked in, closing the door behind them with a giggle. They stood in front of me, and I took a swig from the bottle of Jack.

I lifted my chin, urging them to start the festivities. Tammy moved toward Donna, her lips stopping just shy. She moved her head as if she was going to go in and didn’t. She was teasing the shit out of her and me. I sunk farther into the couch, and adjusted my cock.

Donna took control and went in, wrapping her hand around Tammy’s head and crushing her lips to hers. Tammy’s hands ran up Donna’s leg, across her stomach and right to her tits. She pinched the tight bead through the thin t-shirt between her fingers. Their lips touched, but not completely, giving me an amazing view of their tongues sliding against each others.

Tammy’s head fell back as Donna dragged her tongue down her neck, and lifted Tammy’s shirt over her head. She tossed the tiny tank top to the other side of the room and ripped her red lace bra down. Tammy’s massive tit’s popped loose, and Donna bent her head, taking a nipple in her mouth while she rubbed the other.

I stroked my cock beneath my jeans, enjoying the show they were putting on for me. Donna continued to move down Tammy’s body and, when her tongue swiped just above the band of Tammy’s skirt, she yanked the material straight off her body.

The jean skirt pooled at Tammy’s heels, revealing a matching red lace thong. Donna didn’t waste a second, tearing the thong aside and diving tongue first into Tammy’s pussy. She swiped her tongue across Tammy’s clit, and Tammy knotted her fingers in Donna’s hair as her head fell back.

“That’s right, baby, eat my fucking pussy,” Tammy demanded with that little slut mouth of hers. “Eat it,” she forced Donna’s face into her sloppy cunt, and Donna obliged by grabbing Tammy’s ass and pulling her even closer still.

Tammy let out a loud moan, and then ripped Donna by her hair and bent down. “Did you like how that tasted, you dirty whore?”

Donna bit her lip, and the movement reminded me of Sunshine. I refused to think about her now, so I shook the thought from my head and continued watching the two sluts in front of me.

Tammy smashed her lips to Donna’s, thrusting her tongue deep before pulling back. “Mmm, I taste good, don’t I?”

“So good,” Donna said, swiping a finger across Tammy’s cunt, and then bringing it to her lips.

Tammy smiled, and then grabbed Donna’s hand, guiding her over to me. Tammy gripped Donna’s shoulder, and forced her to her knees in between my legs. Donna unzipped my pants, and my cock sprang free.

Donna eyed it like an ice cream cone she wanted to devour. Her tongue dabbed her lips, and then she slid them over the tip of my cock and down my shaft. My body arched at the sensation and Tammy grasped my hair, shoving her tongue in my mouth.

I didn’t let anyone take control, especially not some whore. I grabbed her face, and stared into her eyes. “Go suck my dick,” I demanded, and let my hands fall from her face, turning my head away from her. She sunk to her knees, and pushed Donna away, wrapping her hand around my dick and doing what she did best.

Her head bobbed up and down, her tongue sloppily swiping back and forth as it went. She pulled back and spit on my cock before shoving it back into her mouth. Her hand clutched my base, and she worked it in sync with his mouth.

Donna stripped down to her thong, pushed her way in and sucked my ball into her mouth as her hand massaged the other. I dug my nails into the leather of the sofa as the desire to come all over their faces grew.

Tammy, finally willing to share, moved to one side while Donna ran her lips and tongue up the other. They went back and forth, meeting at the top, and swiping their tongues against each other, before sliding back down.

Spit dripped down my balls, and I had enough of the licking and sucking. I snatched both of them by the back of the head, and eased them off of me. Their lips glistened, and spit dribbled down the sides of their mouths onto their chins.

They sat back on their heels, waiting for me to give them my command. I reached down, taking their hands, and helping them up. I positioned Tammy on the couch, and Donna’s pussy above her.

I spit on my hand and stroked my cock, lubing it up. Donna leaned over the couch, and I watched as Tammy’s tongue swiped along her swollen lips. I stood over Tammy, and pointed my cock down into her mouth until she was choking around my length. I pulled out of her throat, leaving my dick nice and wet. I smacked Donna’s cunt a few times with my tip before sliding balls deep into her, and treating her like the little slut that she was.

I pumped in and out of her as Tammy’s tongue lapped up all her juices. Donna arched her back, resting her head on my shoulder. I grabbed her tits, pinching her nipples, and ramming her hard. She took every blow and begged for more.

“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!” Donna screamed, and, hearing enough of her shrill voice, I pushed her head into Tammy’s pussy. It muffled her words, and she started licking and teasing.

My fingers dug into her ass. She let out a squeal, and I wound back, letting my hand come down hard on her tanned skin. A red handprint glowed, showing off my handiwork.

I pulled out, already bored. Donna kicked her leg off of Tammy, and I sat on the couch. Tammy sat on my cock, and I thrust inside of her. Donna grabbed my head and pressed my face into her tits. I bit her nipple, eliciting a loud shriek from her.

She climbed up on the top of the sofa, and sat on my face. I plunged my tongue into her pussy, and then circled my tongue around her clit.

I rested back and let Tammy ride the fuck out of me, as Donna sucked and kissed my neck. I closed my eyes, and Sunshine popped into my head. The way her tight pussy rocked on my cock, and how her head fell back in ecstasy. I was never once bored when I was buried inside her.

The sound of the door opening knocked me out of my daydream, and I flicked my gaze to the doorway. I blinked to make sure I was seeing straight. Sunshine stood in the door, her eyes widened in shock and embarrassment.

My eyes lingered on her white skirt cut just above her knee. Amazing how I had two naked chicks slobbering all over me, yet staring at Sunshine covered up made me hard as fuck.

She stumbled backward, smacking into the wall. “I…I…I’m sorry,” she blurted, causing Tammy and Donna to turn toward her.

“Want to join us, sweetheart?” Tammy said with a wink, and my Sunshine ran away with a huff.