She was right about that. I take care of my brothers and unlike you, Benny, I put my kids ’fore my every fuckin’ breath. And now I have Lou? Now, you’ve gifted her to me on a fuckin’ platter? I’m gonna keep ’er. She’ll be warm in my bed, safe in my house and protected from anything that might fuckin’ hurt her, includin’ you, for the rest of her goddamn life.”
I tightened my hold on his neck ’til he gasped for breath and then I shoved the barrel of my gun into his mouth until he choked on it.
My voice was low, almost too low and rough to understand but I spoke close to his ear so he wouldn’t miss a fuckin’ word’a it.
“I’m not gonna hurt you like I wanna, Benny. I’m not gonna string you up from your balls, rip off your pathetic little dick and shove it down your throat or skin you alive and dip you in fuckin’ acid. Hush,” I ordered when he let out a scared little whimper. “I’m not gonna do any of that ’cause I got a beautiful fuckin’ girl to get home to, but I am gonna share somethin’ with you. The next time you touch Lou, the next time you degrade ’er or fuckin’ breathe on ’er the wrong way, I’m gonna end your life and I’m gonna do it with my bare hands around your neck so that I can have the satis-fuckin’-faction of feelin’ your pathetic life leave your body. You get me, Benny Boy?”
He nodded as enthusiastically as he could with my arm wrapped around his throat.
I shoved the gun a little farther down his gullet just to hear him choke and then removed it so I could hit the motherfucker hard over that thinnin’ spot on his fuckin’ head so he passed out.
He’d given Lou bad nightmares with his shit that night.
It was only fair I gave him some in return.
And I was only too fuckin’ happy to be the monster that starred in that show.
I moved into the Garro house just in time for Christmas. It was strange to live in a house filled with a close but busy family. Harleigh Rose went to Entrance Public school, which started fifteen minutes later and ended half an hour earlier than EBA and at first, she spent most of her time out of the house hanging out with her boyfriend but as the month progressed and the Christmas spirit deepened, she spent more and more time at home with the family.
King and Cress were home for winter vacation from university and splitting their time between Zeus’s house and the clubhouse because Cress’s cabin on Back Bay Rd. was undergoing serious renovations. This meant that I walked in on them making out a lot. As in all over the house at all hours of the day. They were two university students without a whole lot to do over break so they mostly just holed up in King’s room in the basement or made out when they surfaced for air.
It was strange living with Zeus. I’d never lived by myself, let alone with a lover before so I’d never experienced tripping over men’s clothes strewn across the floor because he never picked up after himself or falling into the toilet because he never put the goddamn toilet seat down. He was also the Prez of a highly successful, highly illegal MC that turned wicked profits growing top quality BC Bud and selling to distributors, as well as several lucrative lawful businesses that needed minding. On top of all that, his life was his club, which meant that I didn’t see Z as much as I would have thought.
He didn’t have a schedule. He was a biker so he did what he wanted when he wanted and most of the time, he wanted to hang out in the morning fucking me in his bed, eating breakfast with his kids and working his big, hulking body in the gym attached to his garage. In exchange, he wasn’t around much in the evenings so I ended up spending a lot of time with H.R. and Mute, watching TV, playing poker and cooking. Zeus refused to eat the healthy meals Mute made whenever he was in charge of dinner but I was learning to make things he liked, massive platters of lasagna, homemade deep-dish pizza and a meatloaf that was actually good.
I’d even made Christmas dinner with H.R., Cress and Mute and it’d been really fucking good. We’d all eaten at the clubhouse so that we had space for any of the brothers and their families to join us and a lot of them did. When we were done eating, before the serious drinking began, Axe-Man, King and Bat had taken H.R., Cress and me out back to teach us how to use our Christmas presents (identical Sig Sauer hand guns) on bottles they lined up outside. We hadn’t had a Christmas tree or decorations because bikers didn’t go in for that stuff and I didn’t have any money to get presents for anyone so I’d made do with writing them letters, but it was the best Christmas I’d ever spent. Not least of all, because Zeus had surprised me with a new car because Benjamin had mine repossessed the week before.
It was a Camaro and it was kickass in the extreme, silver-and-matte-black just like Z’s Harley.
The past two weeks had been rough because the chemo was hitting me harder now but our New Years Eve party at the clubhouse had been epic.
I didn’t drink or smoke, but I fucked Z in his room in the middle of the chaos because he couldn’t take the sight of me in my fishnet thigh highs and little black skater dress anymore. I’d played pool with Nova, Axe-Man and Boner and laughed with everyone else when Boner lost and was made to drink a pint of toilet water. I danced until I felt dizzy with Lila, let Buck teach me how to play darts even though I already knew how, and had a silent argument with Mute over what playlist to put over the surround speakers until he’d given up with an expressive blink and retreated to the bar for more booze.
It was one of the best nights ever.
But the first day of the New Year was even better because I’d woken up beside my man and I was in the mood to worship at the altar of my god.
I wanted to lick the veins that stood out against his bulging muscles, trace the lattice of roots up to his heart and press my tongue there to taste his heartbeat. I wanted to use my tongue, teeth, lips and fingers to explore every inch of his giant’s body and I’d taken my time doing so, stroking over the coarse hairs on his thick arms and licking over the steep wedges of muscle cutting up his torso into defined lines. I’d done everything but touch his cock for so long that he was growling and shaking like a grumpy bear, his taste gone to salt with sweat under my tongue.
He was laid out for me, his huge body taking up most of our king-sized bed, his thick thighs parted and bent at the knees to make room for my body.
It was only then I’d set my lips to his flushed cock and worked him over with my mouth.
I looked up from my place on my knees into Zeus’s lightning-bright eyes to say, “Happy New Year, Z.”
Then I opened my mouth wide and sucked his entire length down my throat and hummed in triumph as his legs shook, his hands tightened in my hair and his cock jumped in my mouth.
“Fuck yeah,” he growled long and low as he started to cum in my mouth. “Take my cum, little girl.”
A shiver rippled up my spine as his taste filled my mouth, warm and salty, so delicious it made my pussy pulse so close to orgasm all I needed to do was grind my clit against his hair roughened leg to come. So, I did. Gyrating on him like a dirty, wanton girl desperate to get off. He spanked my ass lazily as I climbed up his body to collapse on his chest. He’d wrapped his fist in my hair and taken my mouth, not caring about the taste of himself on my tongue. In fact, loving it because he was a dirty old man and having me young and forbidden in his bed made him want to enact his dirtiest fantasies.