The Billionaire's Secret Love Child(42)

She went to move her head forward, but he put his strong hands on either side of her head, holding her still. Instead, Hull moved his hips, the same way he had when he was f*cking her *, now he was f*cking her mouth, roughly, without concern for her. Hull was using her, and Rebecca wanted him to. It was different than it had been when Jason used her for sex. There was something that was missing then, a tone of desire. She knew Hull loved her, and even though the sex was rough, it made it better.

Hull didn’t last long, f*cking her hot wet mouth. He pulled from between her lips suddenly, and without needing to be told Rebecca reached up, wrapping her thin fingers around his massive member, and she gave him a few pumps as he came, throwing hot sticky strands of cum across her face. One landed beside her nose, running into the corner of her eye, two more went directly across her lips.

“At least it’ll be easy to clean up,” Hull cracked, and they laughed together under the hot water.

5



After the shower, they had made love, slow and sensual and long into the night. The next day they didn’t get out of bed until after noon, f*cking one more time in the morning, leaving Rebecca’s * full of Hull’s hot spunk.

As the day wore on, they got up and showered, separately this time so they could actually get clean. They ate, and laughed, and watched TV together. Night fell, and Rebecca turned to the man she had once loved, and now loved again.

“Don’t go tonight. I can leave the club, we can forget about it.”

“My father made that club what it is,” Hull said. “It’s my club.”

“Jason is big…”

“I’m big too. You don’t think I can take him?”

“I know you can, but he’s an *. He doesn’t play fair.”

“It’ll be fine,” Hull said. “I’ll go kick his ass, he’ll slink off to lick his wounds, and I’ll do what my father would have wanted me to do. You worry too much.”

Rebecca sighed. “I worry for the both of us, since you don’t worry at all.”

Hull laughed and kissed her. “Some things never change,” he said. And then, right there on the couch, they made love again.

The Harris plant was an old factory that had long been closed down, on the outskirts of Oklahoma City. It was on a dusty and desolate road, and the cops never went out that way. The perfect place for a brawl.

Hull and Rebecca both rode their bikes, side by side down the empty highway. They pulled into the plant’s lot, once it had been paved but now it was broken and mostly gravel. The plant itself stood behind the lot, a giant long dead, the windows shattered and the gray paint peeling.

Jason was there already, along with what looked like all of The Hammers. Hull parked and Rebecca parked next to him, throwing the kickstands of their bikes down and climbing off of them. Hull was wearing blue jeans and a black tee shirt, and Jason was decked out in full Hammer’s gear, Chaps, a black leather vest with their sigil on the back.

“Let’s just go,” Rebecca said, keeping her voice low. Hull shook his head, turned to her and kissed her.

“I love you,” he said.

“I love you too,” she replied. And then he turned and made his way into the center of the circle that was forming. Jason stood in the center, the circle made up of the club. Rebecca made her way to the front and stood next to Gloria.

“Rules?” Jason asked after Hull was standing in front of him.

“You tell me,” Hull replied.

“No weapons. Punches, kicks. Fight like men.”

“Do you know how a man fights?” Hull asked, and a soft titer rose in the crowd.

“Are you ready to get your ass kicked?” Jason asked, putting his fists up.

“Let’s go,” Hull said, and he stepped forward. The fight was on.

Hull landed the first hit, and then the second, powerful punches to Jason’s body. Jason could scrap, but Hull had learned how to box while he was a Navy Seal. Jason was worried about his face, and left his body wide open. Even after only two hits, he would have a massive purple bruise on his ribcage the next day.

Still, Jason wasn’t a slouch. He had no finesse, but he was powerful, and he landed a skull-rattling punch on Hull’s jaw which sent the man backpedaling and kicking up dust from the gravel.

“Let’s go, bitch,” Jason said, and he stepped forward, swinging at Hull’s head again, but Hull ducked under the punch and brought his own fist up, slamming it into Jason’s jaw and sending the man sprawling. He tried to get up, but Hull was upon him, pinning him down and slamming his fists into his head, his neck, and his chest. It hadn’t been much of a fight.

When Hull was sure Jason was done, and he could tell just by looking at him, the man’s face was a sea of red and purple and blue, his eyes already blackened, blood pouring from a broken nose and a mouth now missing a few teeth, he got up. “I win,” Hull said, and about three-quarters of the crowd began to cheer.

Rebecca had been tense, worried, but now it all fell from her, and she smiled and began making her way towards Hull. He grinned when he saw her and opened his arms to her. He didn’t see Jason standing up behind him, rushing forward as he pulled something from his pocket. Others saw it, and they hurried to stop him, but they weren’t fast enough. Jason held a switchblade, and the black flashed out from the handle with a glint of silver and an audible clack. And then the blade was buried in Hull’s back, just before the first of the bikers reached Jason and wrenched him away, throwing him to the ground.