Sometimes for his punishment. Most times for someone else’s pleasure.
Usually for a few minutes. Occasionally for a few hours...
No. Not now.
He reached for the open Mason jar sitting on the table between him and Easy. He gripped it tightly between his fingers, swallowed a mouthful and swished it around trying to wash away the taste of that memory.
He forced his eyes to remain open because if he closed them, he’d go back there...
He spent the last thirteen years trying to move forward. But they kept trying to drag him the fuck back.
Back to a life he no longer lived.
No. Not now.
He bit the inside of his cheek until the metallic taste of blood touched his tongue.
Sometimes that worked.
Most times it didn’t.
He took another hit of the joint forgotten within his fingers, wishing its effects would hurry the fuck up.
He stared at Brandy’s head bobbing in Easy’s lap. He had one hand gripping her hair like a ponytail to control the pace, the other propped on the table behind him. He jerked his chin at him. “Missin’ out, brother.”
Before he could answer, another sweet butt came out of the dark and joined them under the pavilion.
Christ, he’d have to find a new fucking hiding spot.
“What you doin’, Crystal?” Easy asked the platinum blonde with the gray-blue eyes.
Tonight her hair was almost white, tomorrow it could be blue or pink. Or even pitch black. She wore frayed Daisy Dukes that were so short the white lining of the pockets peeked out. Shade was pretty damn sure, if she turned around, most of her ass would be hanging out, too. Unlike Brandy, Crystal had a little meat on her bones. That meant her ass was worth smashing. She was good with her mouth, but that ass kept her busy with his brothers.
Shade had it once. While she made a lot of noise during that quickie, it was all fake like a soundtrack from a cheesy porn video. That didn’t do shit for him. He quickly shot his load, then scraped her off.
At least if she was sucking him off, he didn’t have to listen to her fake moans and cries. Or at least they were muffled to a bearable level.
“I was looking for Shade,” Crystal finally answered Easy after watching Brandy go to town on his dick for a few moments. She licked her lips like she was ready to tag in.
Easy turned to him. “You lookin’ for Crystal?”
His brother already knew that answer, but he gave it anyway, so Crystal could hear it. “Nope.”
“Sorry, sweetheart, he ain’t in the mood.”
She pouted. “Nobody’s around inside. Rook grabbed Billie and disappeared. Lizzy went to The Grove Inn to be with Ozzy. Dodge is working... Angel’s entertaining Whip... Not sure where Rev’s at...”
“Don’t wanna be alone?” Easy asked with a groan, both hands now wrapped around the back of Brandy’s head as he fucked her face. Not gently, either.
Shade bet if he looked, Brandy’s mascara was now smeared from how deep Easy was giving it to her. He expected to hear a few gags from her soon. The girls could take it deep, but only for so long.
Every time he heard one of them gag or made them gag himself, he felt that reflex at the back of his own throat.
Because of that, he always did his best not to drive that hard.
Even so, watching that action almost made Shade want to tell Crystal to get on her knees on the bench, too. He was going to blow a load tonight no matter what, whether it was by his own fist or from Crystal’s mouth.
Shade considered his options as that skilled mouth said, “No. I don’t want to be alone tonight.” Her fake whine made the decision between his fist and Crystal’s mouth an easy one.
“Well, then you can help Brandy keep me company,” Easy suggested.
Her eyes lit up but she shot a glance at Shade, who didn’t encourage or discourage her from taking Easy’s offer.
“Sure you don’t want none of this, brother? Willin’ to share.”
Shade shook his head as Easy grimaced when Brandy’s pace increased.
“Why don’t you show us your tits, Crys. Sooner I come, the sooner the three of us can go inside so Brandy and I can give you the attention you’re lookin’ for.”
Crystal didn’t even hesitate to rip off her top, squeeze her tits together and play with her nipples.
Shade’s dick was finally paying attention. He took another swig of the moonshine and ignored it. He already had his fantasy picked out for tonight. Doing Crystal might ruin it.
Anyway, he needed sleep. Crystal was sometimes hard to get rid of afterward. He was too tired to deal with that shit tonight.
“Fuck,” Easy groaned, then grunted, as his hips surged up and he pushed Brandy’s head down.
Crystal laughed when Brandy gagged hard.
Shade shook his head and took a long drag off the joint which was almost down to a roach. He held the smoke deep within his lungs while he watched Brandy disengage and wipe the strings of spit from her mouth with her hand.
“Now, sweetheart, give Crys a kiss. Let her taste what’s she’s gonna get shortly.”
The two women didn’t even hesitate. Their mouths locked together and Shade could see the exchange of tongues.
Then he heard Crystal’s over-the-top noises.
Yeah, he would stick to his fist tonight. And thoughts of a strawberry-blonde that he was pretty sure didn’t come in a box, like Crystal’s color.
After the ladies were done kissing each other and teasing Easy, his brother adjusted himself and his jeans and climbed off the table.
“Hope they ride me so hard there ain’t nothin’ left of me in the mornin’. So, might be late to work tomorrow. Just sayin’.”
“Hear you, brother,” Shade answered.
“Oh, yeah, guaranteed you’ll be hearin’ us all night.” He grinned.
Great.
He’d have to put in his earplugs tonight. He was pretty sure Easy and the two women wouldn’t be the only ones making a racket in the bunkhouse. Most nights it got pretty fucking loud. Especially when Billie was ripping someone a new asshole.
That was one sweet butt Shade avoided. He had no fucking clue how she ever ended up being Whip’s girlfriend, even for the quick minute she was.
The young brother was almost as quiet as Shade. Almost. But the baby-faced biker certainly didn’t look like a guy who’d like his sex rough or kinky. Or his woman to dominate him.
But then, what the fuck did he know.
With that said, Billie was a good addition to the stable since, every once in a while, his brothers liked to get their hands dirty. Or they liked to play the way Billie wanted to play.
Whatever they were into.
Didn’t matter to Shade. Everybody had their thing.
Easy tucked a lit hand-rolled between his lips, draped his arms over both women and, with a last jerk of his chin to Shade, headed toward the bunkhouse.
Shade picked up the empty box that had contained the Shirley cremains, tossed it in a nearby fifty-five-gallon drum, poured a little moonshine on it and lit it with his Zippo.
He stood and watched the thing burn, making sure all the evidence was reduced to ashes just like the man he’d scattered in the far field.
One more Shirley down. Too many to fucking go.
Chapter Three
Chelle heard the motorcycle before she saw it. She expected it to speed by, even though she lived on a quiet street on the edge of town. She had come home from work, changed quickly and decided to head outside to weed the front garden while waiting for the man from the crematorium to deliver Pumpkin’s ashes.