He was leaving the current clan leader for last. If he took that guy out first, they would just replace him. So, he decided to leave the head of the snake intact and chop away at the body, working from the tail up.
“Fuck,” he muttered as a slender figure worked her way through the dark to where he and Easy sat.
Easy glanced in the direction he was looking, then clapped him on the back. “Someone’s out huntin’ tonight.”
“They all were. Why I came out here.”
Easy let out an easy laugh. “The more you resist, the harder they work you, brother. Just give ‘em a little and they’ll go away.”
He tried that and it didn’t work.
He was not like his brothers who needed to get their rocks off just about every night in one way or another.
It wasn’t that he didn’t like sex. He did. It also wasn’t like he needed it to mean anything. He didn’t. Usually it was just mindless motion. A primal itch needing to be occasionally scratched.
But there never had been a woman in his life he’d wanted to hang onto for the long haul. Not like his brothers who had found their ol’ ladies.
Even if he was looking, he wouldn’t be looking in The Barn. He had a bit of a thing about sticking his dick where another man’s cum might be lurking. Though, for the most part, he was pretty sure his brothers wrapped it up tight when it came to the sweet butts. Or at least, he hoped to fuck they did.
Wraps were one thing Trip made sure stayed in stock in the bunkhouse. And a lot of them. Before meeting Cassie, Judge had always used his own. For whatever reason. Some of the other guys did, too.
Brandy, whose momma named her after the color of her hair, stopped in front of the two of them, with a tilt to her head and hands planted on her slender hips. “Why are you guys hiding out here in the dark?”
“Nobody’s fuckin’ hidin’, sweetheart,” Easy said, the smoke from the premium Kush rolling out of his mouth. “Just chillin’.”
Brandy’s head swiveled back and forth between him and Easy.
Yeah, she was on the hunt to fill her cunt.
“I know how to help you relax a little more.”
Easy grinned. “Yeah? How?”
“However you want, baby,” she answered, dropping her voice an octave lower in an attempt to make it husky and her more tempting.
Chelle’s voice had that natural huskiness to it. She didn’t have to force it. She also didn’t have to force his attention. It had been stuck on her from the second he saw her.
“What are you drinking, Shade?” Brandy snagged the Mason jar out of his hand and took a big gulp before he could stop her. She coughed and shuddered. “Yuck! That tastes like apple-flavored turpentine.”
Easy threw his head back and laughed. “It’ll put hair on your chest.” He grabbed the jar from her and took another swig.
“You don’t even have hair on your chest,” Brandy huffed. “And this one,” she ran a hand up Shade’s thigh from his knee toward his crotch, “never takes his shirt off for me to see.”
Shade snatched her wrist before her hand reached its target and gripped it tightly, making her gasp.
“Gotta ask him first, sweetheart,” Easy reminded her, “you know the rules.”
Shade released her before he hurt her by mistake and she stepped back with a frown, rubbing her wrist. “He’s the only one with that rule.”
That was bullshit and she knew it. None of the sweet butts could touch a brother who’d claimed an ol’ lady. Unless they had permission first. From what Shade saw, not one of them had given any of the club girls permission to touch them.
Especially since none of the women who’d been claimed at the table would put up with it. Not a damn one.
Ozzy told him late one night that the Originals were never faithful to their ol’ ladies. He’d been a member in another club out in the Midwest, or somewhere, for years where it was a pussy free-for-all, too.
At this point, any relationships in the Fury were new. Shade figured that might change down the road when those relationships began to wear thin.
Even so, he didn’t care where his brothers stuck their dicks. Wasn’t his business.
Just like it wasn’t theirs when it came to where Shade stuck his. Plus, everyone thought he had the club’s colors inked into his back like the rest of them.
He didn’t.
On the rare occasion he snagged and bagged one of the sweet butts, he made sure to keep his shirt on. His jeans, too. Otherwise, questions might be raised. Questions he didn’t want to answer. Whether with the truth or a lie.
“Don’t matter if he’s the only one with that rule. Need to follow it,” Easy warned her.
“He can speak for himself, E.”
“He shouldn’t have to say shit, you know his fuckin’ rule.”
Shade picked up on his brother’s slight annoyance. It was pretty hard to piss off Easy. Like his road name indicated, he was pretty fucking easy-going. He had a lot of tolerance until he didn’t, but it took a lot to get him there.
Brandy sidled up to Easy, pressing her tits into his arm and trailing her fingers up his thigh. “You don’t have a rule.”
Easy let her stroke the denim covering his dick. His irritation quickly disappeared. “Yeah, sweetheart, you know I don’t.”
Easy reached into his cut and pulled out a small metal container, similar to one most of the guys carried for their hand-rolleds and joints. He flipped it open and plucked out a half-spent joint and tucked it between his lips. He held his palm out and Shade handed him his Zippo. After lighting it, he said, “C’mere, sweetheart.”
He turned the joint around, putting the lit end into his mouth, and, snagging Brandy’s arm, pulled her between his cocked knees. She leaned in and put her lips over his as he shot-gunned the smoke into her mouth.
When they were done, he combed his fingers into the side of her light brown hair above her ear and gripped it tight, pulled her in for a short kiss, then yanked her head away, making her look at him. “He might not want you right now, but you touchin’ me made me hard. What you gonna do about it?” He ground what was left of the joint, which now was pretty much only a roach, between his two fingers, then flicked the pieces into the dark. “Brandy.”
“Yeah?”
“What you waitin’ for? Asked you what you’re gonna do.” He leaned back a little bit to give the sweet butt room to unbuckle his belt and unfasten his jeans.
Shade was about to get a show.
Nothing new around here.
None of his brothers cared who watched. None of his brothers cared if another brother joined in on the action. As long as the woman was kept in between them, they were up for just about anything.
“Want your knees on the wood bench while you’re doin’ it,” Easy said. “Like you’re a naughty Catholic girl, prayin’ for forgiveness.”
Brandy was wearing a short skirt, typical for most of the sweet butts since it gave the brothers easy access. Most of the time, they didn’t even bother to wear panties.
Shade figured her kneeling on the wood bench in between Easy’s legs would be a bit uncomfortable on her bare skin.
As Brandy went willingly into that position, taking Easy’s hard dick in her hand and wrapping her skilled lips around it, Shade began to feel that discomfort in his own knees. The pressure on his joints. The pain. The eventual loss of feeling in his legs.