SLAM HER(6)

“Hurry,” I ordered.

I slid a hand behind her hand.

She reached up and knew just what to do. She peeled the condom off my dick and let it fall to the floor. Then, with two hands (because that’s what it f*cking took), she grabbed my dick and finished me. Her lips wrapped tight around the head of my cock and she sucked the rest of my cum out of me. I wasn’t done there though. I stayed there and f*cked her mouth for another few minutes, just for the feeling.

It was good but not great.

I had been in the goddamn room for almost three hours with the two of them. They were both exhausted. The first woman was already sleeping, her hand reached across the nightstand for a mostly empty bottle of vodka.

I got off the bed and got around behind the second woman, still on her knees. I lifted her up to her feet and she giggled. She leaned into me and my hands explored her tits. They were a little small but really firm. She placed her hands over mine and leaned her head back.

“I can do this all night,” she whispered. “And all day tomorrow…”

Yeah, right.

I took hold of her hips and tossed her to the bed. “Get some f*cking sleep. Wake up and leave. I don’t want to see you in the morning.”

“What the f*ck?” she asked.

I walked to my jeans and grabbed a smoke and lit it. I laughed. “What did you think this was? A date? Want me to f*cking propose?”

“Asshole,” she whispered.

“Exactly.” I took a deep drag. “Now, if you two start up on each other again, someone better get me. I refuse to miss that shit. You kiss better with * on your breath.”

Her face turned bright red. Anger flashed in her eyes. It was kind of cute. I thought about f*cking her again but I was good for the moment. Plus, the second she put her head to the pillow, her eyes started to shut. Hell, I was doing them a favor just by letting them stay. I could have kicked their asses out. Then what? They’d be scrambling for a ride or sucking someone else off, begging for a place to sleep.

Asshole? Me? Nah. Not much.

I got dressed and left the clubhouse. The garage bays were all closed up, floodlights shining down to the ground. We had worked our asses off to make the business profitable and make the MC profitable. Any law that came our way was faced with legit books, taxes, and all that real world shit. We kept our chapel room open for them to search. They could look but not touch a f*cking thing.

We had worked out a deal on an old warehouse where we stored anything that needed to be hidden. It was a hard to find building, but even if someone did find it, they’d see nothing but skeletons of motorcycles. So it looked like we were a bunch of filthy bikers who couldn’t let go of the past.

In reality, we didn’t give a shit about the past. And we owned the present. And we were going to control the future.

I sucked on my smoke hard, my mind racing.

I had to get this shit worked out. I never let anything go without revenge. It was just how I was. It’s what made me Slam.

“So there he is,” a voice said. “He emerged.”

Knox approached me as I leaned against a light post.

“Knoxville,” I said.

“Spencer,” he threw back.

“I will f*cking kill you.”

Knox patted my back. “I know, brother. I know.”

We stood there together, brothers, staring out to the night.

“Just say what you have to say,” I said to Knox.

“Enjoy the *,” he said. “All of it. Tons of it.”

“Why? You upset you got settled in with your old flame?”

“No,” Knox said. “And don’t discount Ana and her innocent look. We’ve had company in the bedroom more than once. She knows how to keep me happy.”

I laughed. “Good to know, VP.”

“Slam, it took a lot for us to get you out,” he said. “It wasn’t your fault what happened and what went wrong. We took a vote on whether to let you back at the table to discuss retaliation. Uncle Jakey is nervous but we all made damn sure you’re going to be at the table.”

“But I can’t f*cking do a thing about it,” I said.

“No. You get tangled up and you’re looking at life,” Knox said. “I can’t save you from that. Look at my old man. He was killed in prison. And look at King. Fuck, man, Kingston. On death row.”

“I know. I saw him. A few times. He’s the same as ever. He just lives normal, man. Like he’s waiting to get out.”

“He’s a true outlaw,” Knox said.

“Amen to that, brother.”

There was silence again as we both thought about Kingston.

I tossed the butt of my smoke across the lot. I folded my arms and felt the tension build up inside me.

“I know you’re ready to explode on me,” Knox said. “I can smell the smoke, brother.”

“I’m going to get revenge,” I said. I looked at Knox. “You guys can’t stop me. I’ll stay out of trouble. I’ll stay out of jail. But I’m going to fix what was wrong. I need you to understand that, Knox.”

“That’s why I’m here. You’re f*cking pissed because Chief Richards grabbed you. You’re taking it personally.”

“I have my reasons.”

“Okay. What can I do to help?”