Chapter One
Michigan
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Easy half shouts, half whispers. His hair is sticking up in a dozen different directions and he looks bleary eyed, like he spent half the night downing shots. But that tired, sated look comes from a long bout of fucking and not from a bottle.
I shake my head because he should know where I’m going. Hell, he should be on his bike, wearing his leathers and going with me. We’d get this task done—in and out—in under two minutes.
“You know where I’m going.”
He sticks his hand into his hair but his fingers get stuck because Annie, our girl, messed it up good a few hours ago. My cock swells in my pants as I think about her—and us—fucking like animals in our new bedroom.
Tonight was supposed to be a celebration. The paint had finally dried on the new drywall and the renovations we’d started when Annie was in the hospital were completed. We’d thrown the mattress on the floor and started rutting before anyone’s clothes were fully off. That’s normal for us, though. We’re all so goddamned hungry for each other that we can’t be bothered with taking off shirts or pants. It’d be great if Annie just walked around the house naked. That way we could have her whenever we wanted and not worry about flipping up her skirts or peeling down her jeans.
“You talk to Annie about this?”
I gape at him. Is he insane? I’m not talking to my girl about the fact that I’m going to kill her dad.
“So that’s a no.” Easy sighs, reading my incredulous expression. “I want to off this guy as much as you do but we’ve got two concerns here. First one is Annie and how she’s going to feel about this, and second is the club. We can’t have blowback on the club.”
“This man beat Annie until she was unconscious and stuck her in his cellar to die,” I seethe. Annie’s dad might have been a preacher, but he’d have to take up his righteousness with the man upstairs. In my book, he was more evil than Satan himself.
My mom was a drug addict and the sperm donor wasn’t much better. I’d been a ward of the state until I was eighteen but I’d never been treated like Annie.
Yeah, I have whip marks on my back from when another preacher decided I shouldn’t be touching the skin of his precious daughter, but I’d have suffered that a hundredfold rather than have Annie be subject to even the smallest abuse.
“He’s gonna die at our hands,” Easy assures me. “But we got to do it the right way. You go over there tonight, the first night that he’s out on bail, and everyone’s looking to us. You think Annie’s going to enjoy fucking us during once-a-year conjugal visits? Fuck, we get sent up to federal prison and we won’t be touching Annie again until we get out. And who’s going to let a couple of one percenters out early after we off a preacher?”
I glare at Easy because he’s making too much sense. I want revenge, yeah, but I also want to be sliding deep into Annie’s sopping folds every fucking night too.
“Fuck,” I curse. The one word doesn’t fully express my impotent rage. I swing my leg over the bike’s saddle and throw my helmet into the garage wall. It hits and makes a satisfying cracking sound. It’s the sound I want to hear when I slam Pastor Bloom’s head into the cement sidewalk. I find a couple of loose boards and strike them against the floor of the garage. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” I spit through clenched teeth trying to keep my voice down so I don’t wake Annie up.
“What’s wrong?” A soft voice says fr
om behind Easy.
I straighten and toss the board aside. With a great deal of effort, I manage a smile. “Nothing, sweetheart.”
“Is that supposed to be a smile on your face?” Annie’s eyebrows are near her hairline. She has a sheet wrapped around her body and I can tell she’s got nothing on underneath. My rage starts to burn into something else. “Because it looks like the face a baby makes when it’s trying to poop.”
“I wouldn’t know.”
Easy snorts and throws an arm around Annie’s shoulders to turn her back inside. “Michigan’s just having a tantrum over something so you’re probably not far off the mark.”
“What’s going on?” She looks over her shoulder at me and I can tell she doesn’t believe a word of Easy’s bullshit. “And don’t tell me it’s nothing. It’s about Father, right?”
“Come on, let’s go inside.” Easy pulls her in and leaves me standing in the garage surrounded by the faint smell of cigarette smoke, gasoline and burnt plans. He turns over his shoulder and gives me a long look that directs me to get my act together.
“Don’t try to pacify me,” I hear her say to Easy as he leads her down the hall. The long sheet trails behind them and the light of the kitchen highlights her slender body underneath the sheet.
Easy says he wants to mete out punishment as much as I do, but I don’t believe that’s true. Easy’s had a good life and a loving family. He doesn’t know what it’s like to feel this kind of betrayal.
I want to make it right for us and there’s no way that things can be right while Annie’s abuser walks and breathes.
But tonight I’m not getting anything done. I know it so I take a moment to calm myself before following the two people I care most about inside.
Annie’s sitting at the kitchen table and Easy’s working the microwave. He appears to be heating up some water for Annie.
I take the seat next to Annie and pull her onto my lap. Diving into her hair, I press my nose against the crook of her neck and breathe in her scent. It’s warm and sultry. We worked her hard tonight and she sweated some. My tongue darts out to taste the skin, just a little lick. But one lick’s not enough when it comes to Annie. Beneath her ass, my cock hardens and I shift her slightly back so she’s resting her entire weight on it.
She squirms, ass cheeks tightening when she feels the rigid length of my growing erection against those soft cheeks. I take a deep breath and then another, and the thoughts of revenge and killing and her father are replaced with the desire to shove my dick into her pussy while I’m clutching her long hair in a fist.
“How tired are you?” I murmur into the curve of her neck.
Her hands scrub over my short hair and then dig deep into my shoulders. “Never too tired for you.” She tilts her head back and I feel Easy’s big body near. “Or you, either.”
Above me, they kiss, one of Annie’s arms leaving me to presumably wrap around Easy’s neck. I see his one hand brace against the table and then my attention is diverted.
I push the cotton sheet off her shoulders, pulling it down so that it catches on her hard nipples. She gasps and then moans.
“Are you getting wet for us, sweetheart? Open up and let me see.” On my lap, her ass shifts and tightens as she anticipates what’s coming next. Her legs fall open obediently and I slide my fingers along her strong, slim thigh into the short curls of her trimmed bush. One of these days, I’m going to shave her bare. Her cunt clenches around me as I shove two fingers hard inside her.
“How wet is she?” Easy asks, his voice is lowered, hoarse with his own need. It doesn’t matter that we both fucked her until we were sore and tired just hours ago. Neither of us can get enough of Annie and by the way she’s drenching my fingers, it’s clear she’s in the same state.
“Sopping. She’s sopping wet, aren’t you, sweetheart.”
“God, yes.” I cup her ass in my palms and lift her onto the table. Easy presses her down and climbs on top of the old oak structure. Easy’s grandma gave this to him when we moved in. I bet she had no idea what we’d use it for.
“Open your mouth, Little Red. You need to suck my cock while Michigan takes care of your pussy.”
I don’t hear her response. She probably can’t make one because she’s got cock in her mouth, but Easy’s grunting his pleasure. “That’s right, baby. Take it all in. Open your throat up good.”
Annie was a virgin when she met us but she took to sucking cock like a pro and now she can swallow us whole. There’s no real comparison to how good it feels to fuck a girl’s mouth with abandon, knowing she can take you so deep that you come straight down her throat.
But then there’s also nothing better than being nose deep up your woman’s fucking sweet pussy. I dive in, scissoring my fingers inside her channel. I suck on her pussy lips and give her tiny clit a rough and thorough tongue lashing. She bucks under my tongue and mouth and I’m forced to wrap a hard arm around her hips to pin her to the table. She comes, a stream of juices flooding my mouth.
While she’s still spasming, I stand abruptly, grabbing my heavy cock and thrusting it inside her. I can feel her walls close around me, gripping me tight as I start shafting her hard enough that the table shakes beneath us.
“Oh Michigan. Oh God,” I hear her scream releasing Easy. It’s just one long orgasm now. I plunge into her, slapping her clit just enough to make her shout again. Her inner walls clamp down hard as the waves of her orgasms overtake her. Easy climbs off and takes his cock, wet from her mouth, and spurts his come all over her chest. I close it all out as I finish inside her, shuttering my eyes and throwing my head back to savor the intense, ball busting, cock shuddering pleasure she wrings from me.
“Goddamn,” I half groan, half laugh. We both moan as I ease out of her. My still hard cock chafes her tender tissues. A hot, wet thing slaps my chest and I look down to see a washrag that Easy must have gotten.
I peel it off and press it against her swollen, well used pussy. “You okay, sweetheart?” I ask.
She lolls her head to the side and squints at me. “I’m tired. One of you is going to have to carry me to bed.”
“Want a soak before?”
She looks at the clock in the kitchen. “It’s two in the morning? No, I’m too tired for that. Take me to bed.”
She doesn’t have to ask again. Easy sweeps her up and I grab the sheet abandoned on the floor. Whatever issues we got can be sorted out in the morning. For now, I gotta take care of our girl.
Chapter Two
Easy
If it’s not one thing, it’s another.
Last night I had to talk Michigan down from killing Annie’s father and getting sent away for life imprisonment. This morning I have to convince Annie that she should go to a doctor. She’s not having any of it. The last time she was in the hospital it was because her old man put her there.
But after three mornings in a row of waking up to the sound of her vomiting, she’s either going to get her sweet ass to the clinic or I’ll be dragging her there. But I’d prefer it if she’d just be reasonable and go without a fight.
“Baby, you know this isn’t normal.”
She waves a hand in the air and I hand her a washrag.
“Thanks.” She pushes away from the toilet to slump against the tiled wall of the bathroom. I’m glad we had the bathroom redone because I wouldn’t have wanted her to spend any amount of time on her knees in the grotty old one we had. The tile in the old bathroom had to have been installed in the seventies. Good enough for Michigan and me but definitely not suited for Annie.
Of course I didn’t push for the renovation because I thought Annie’d spend more time on her knees than her feet in here. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I wake up sick and I feel awful all day but by the time it’s night, I’m fine.”
I pass over the glass of water which she uses to swish her mouth out. We’ve got a routine by now so I’m ready with yet another washcloth when she’s done with the water. I take the glass but don’t
give her the washcloth. She frowns at me and tries to grab it but I’m bigger, taller and with a lot wider arm span. It takes no effort to hold the cloth away from her.
“Nuh uh.” I shake my head. “You’re lucky Michigan’s gone into work early these last three days and that I’m here with you because you’d be ass up over his shoulder acting like this. You need to get to the clinic this morning. No one’s going to admit you into the hospital just over a little stomach bug but we’re also not doing this dance every morning.”
“I’m not taking anything. Drugs aren’t going to make me better.” She crosses her arms obstinately. The thing about Annie is that although she’s left the church, there’s still some of her daddy’s teachings that are clinging to her and one of those is that God’s going to make her all right. I’m a big believer in the maxim that God helps those who help themselves.
“Let’s just see what you’ve got cooking inside you and then we’ll decide what’s going to make you better.”
“I get to decide, not you.” She plunges one finger into my shin. “Ouch. Why are your shins so hard?”
“Don’t know but I bet a doctor would.” I see the wet washrag coming but I still don’t duck fast enough. But I laugh when it hits me in the chest because as long as she’s got some fire in her, I know she’s going to be okay.
On the way to the doctor’s office, Annie brings up the big white elephant. “You know Father got let out on bail yesterday. Some parishioner came up with the money for the bond.”
“Know who that is?”
She shakes her head. “I’ve been thinking about it. It’s not like the town has a lot of money, you know? And those that do, I just never saw as caring much about church.”
The only people that have money in Fortune are the Millers who own the ammunitions plant and then a few money guys who like to raise their kids in small towns and don’t mind the hour commute into the cities. There’s a golf course about ten minutes to the east of town where most of those folks live. I always figured that the men were fucking some women on the regular in the cities while putting their wives and kids out of sight.