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Authors: Madeline Sheehan

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"TELL ME WHY SHE'S WEARIN' IT!"

Deuce's fists came slamming down on his desk sending papers and file folders flying everywhere.  "Because I fuckin' gave it to her!"

Christine's head snapped sideways.  "You little fuckin' whore!" She screamed.

My mouth fell open and I took a step backwards.  This was exactly why my father didn't allow his boy's old ladies in the club unless it was a planned visit or a Sunday barbeque.

"Christine!" Deuce bellowed.  Take the money you came for and get your fuckin' ass outta here!"

Ignoring Deuce, she kept her frightening gaze on me.  "What the fuck did you have to do to get that?" She hissed.  "You some kinda kinky fucked up whore who takes on three brothers at a time?  Was that your fuckin' prize for being such a goddamn slut, for fuckin' other women's men?  You fuckin' proud of yourself you stupid little skank bitch?"

Wow.  Just…wow.  How did one respond to that?

I looked to Deuce for help.  I didn't know what to do or say, or if I should do or say anything at all.  This hadn't gone at all like I’d planned.   Not that I'd actually planned on anything specific happening, only vague scenarios all including Deuce without pants on and being really happy to see me.  Being screamed at by Deuce's wife, I can honestly say, hadn't crossed my mind.

"Christine," He growled low.  Scary low.  "Only gonna say this one more time.  Get your fuckin' ass outta my club."

"I'm gonna bleed you dry," She hissed.  "Gonna take everything you fuckin' have, gonna take your kids, your money, and when I tell the fuckin' cops what goes on round here, I'm gonna take your fuckin' freedom."

This had gone past uncomfortable and well into hazardous.  I should never have come here.  Since they were busy glaring at one another I started backing out of the room and backed right into a hard body.

The biker standing behind me I recognized.  His name was Mick and I had seen him here and there growing up.  His messy black hair hung long.  He had pretty green eyes and a well trimmed goatee.  He was tall, leanly muscled and looked extremely pissed off.

“Prez?”  He asked.  “You need help with this bitch?”

Deuce was rounding his desk and advancing on Christine.  She met him head on, swinging her purse through the air.  He ducked, grabbed her purse strap, and barreled into her.  She went up and over his shoulder, screaming and flailing.

Deuce, with Christine, stalked across the room.  Mick and I hurried out of the way.  As soon as Deuce was gone, Mick turned to me.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” He growled.

My mouth opened but no sound came out.  What?

He shook his head, glaring at me.  “Thought Deuce learned his lesson when Preacher put him the hospital but, christ, the two of you just keep goin’ back for more.”

My heart stopped beating.  “What did you say?” I whispered.

“Your old man, babe.  Capped him twice, he nearly bled out.  He was in surgery for a
fuckin’ minute
. Needed a transfusion.  Was in the hospital for weeks.”

I blinked rapidly, trying to process everything he'd just said.  Shot him twice?  Bled out.  Surgery.  Transfusion. 

“Because of me?”  I whispered. My voice caught and my eyes filled with tears.  I hadn’t known.  If I had, I would have stayed away from him.  Never ever would I have put Deuce in danger.  God, I was so stupid.  Stupid to push him into having sex with me.  Stupid to think my father wouldn't know.  He always knew, he k
new everything.

☼☼☼

“Go,” Deuce demanded, pushing his wife toward her car.  “Now.”

“Who is that?” She screeched.  He squeezed his eyes shut, wincing.  God, this fucking woman.

“She is none of your fuckin’ business, bitch.  Now fuckin’ go.”

“I fuckin’ saw t
he way you were lookin’ at her!  You’ve never looked at me that way! Never!”

“Never looked at you like much of anything cuz you’re not much of anything
‘cept
a crazy fuckin’ bitch.”

She came at him, fake nails flying.  Grabbing her shoulders, he threw her up against her car.  "Get the fuck outta here!" He bellowed. 

“What the fuck is wrong with me?” She demanded.  “What’s she got that I don’t?”

He let her go and backed away from her.  “What’s wrong with you?” He sneered.  “You’re not her, that’s what’s wrong with you.  What’s she got that you don’t?  Bitch, she’s got me and you never fuckin' did.”

He watched her suck in air.  She blinked rapidly trying to stop the tears he knew were coming.  He wanted to care, he really did, but he didn't.  Not anymore.  Too much ugly shit had gone down between them over the years, for too many fucking years.  Met her at twenty five, married her when she got pregnant, lived in misery with her ever since.  There is only so much nagging, screaming and crying a man can take.  He had stopped fucking her years ago and now he could barely stomach looking at her. 

"Leavin' you Christine, gonna move into the cabin," He said quietly.  "Can't do this shit no more.  Haven't slept at home in over a year, you been showin' up here demandin' money, throwin' attitude around and just plain pissin' me off with your fuckin' threats.  Can't do it no more."

She put her hand on her throat and her giant diamond engagement ring caught the sun.  He had taken his ring off years ago, not to pick up women, that had never been a problem, but because
looking at it made him sick
.

"You gave her a tag," She whispered hoarsely.  "You don't let any of your boys give their women tags."

He stared at her.  "She doesn’t belong to one of my boys, she's fuckin’ mine."

It hit him then how right that sounded.  Four years had gone by since he'd been inside her, four years of thinking about her, wondering what she was doing, who she was doing.

Always thinking about her.

“Cole,” She whispered.  “Don’t do this.  We can make it work, we’ve done it before.”

"Go," He barked.  "Don't fuckin' come back here."

He left her crying and stalked back inside.  He had just reached his office when what he heard from inside made his blood boil.

“Yeah babe.  He almost died.  Because of you.  So I’m standin’ here, lookin’ at you, wonderin’ why the fuck he thi
nks you’re fuckin’ worth gettin
’ shot
for
cuz I sure as fuck ain't seein’ it.  You got a golden pussy or somethin’?  Or was it the fuckin' innocent act he’s likin'?”

“What the fuck,” He seethed. 

Mick whirled around.  A quick glance at Eva only enraged him further.  She was shaking, trembling, tears pouring down her face.

Mick met him glare for glare.  “She needed to know what the fuck you'd gone through just to get some underage Demon pussy who ain’t all that anyway.”

He saw red.  He saw mother-fucking-red.

He swung, his right fist then his left then his right again.  Mick blew backwards with every hit until he ran out of room and hit wall.  Grabbing Mick’s shirt collar he got up in his face.

“Take off your fuckin’ cut and get the fuck outta my club.”

Mick’s eyes went wide.  “You can’t -

He swung his fist into Mick’s jaw and the brother’s face whipped right and hit brick.  “I fuckin’ can.  You got no idea what you just messed with.  No fuckin’ clue.  You think you know but you fuckin’ don’t cuz I didn't tell you shit about it cuz it's none of your fuckin' business.  So you take off your fuckin’ cut and go the fuck home and when I fuckin’ feel like it, I’ll send Cox to bring you back.”

Still holding Mick’s shirt he yanked him away from the wall and swung him out of his office.  Mick hit the floor and went sliding across the room.  Jase jumped out the way and Mick crashed into a pool table.

“Get him outta here,” He growled to no one in particular.  “Anyone else got somethin’ to say to Eva or somethin’ to say about her you’re gonna answer to my fuckin’ fist.  We fuckin' clear?”

He received a series of grunts and nods during which he slammed the doors closed and locked them.

“Eva, babe, look at me.”

She shook her head.  “I should leave,” She whispered brokenly.  His chest went tight.  No way was he letting her leave.

“Eva,” He said forcefully.  “Fuckin’ look at me!”

Hugging herself, she turned away from him.  “I got you shot,” She whispered.

Fuck.

“EVA, FUCK!  FUCKIN’ LOOK AT ME BEFORE I SPANK THE FUCKIN’ SHIT OUTTA YOU!”

Her head jerked up and her narrowed eyes zoomed in on him.  He grinned.

"Babe, don’t you fuckin’ dare think any of that shit was your fault.  It was mine darlin’, plain and simple.  I shoulda left you alone but I couldn't fuckin' help myself.  Marriage had already gone bad and I saw you sittin' there, with a pair of great fuckin' tits, tappin' your chucks and bobbin' your head and singin' your heart out to fuckin' Zepplin.  And you looked so damn innocent and fuckin' sweet as hell, without a care in the fuckin' world except for right then, right there.  And I was so fuckin' jealous, would've given an arm and a leg to have life be that simple again.  And then that little shit head showed up and I knew he fuckin' worshipped you and then I heard that shit he said to you and knew wasn't nothin' gonna make that boy back off until he got inside your sweet pussy and so I kissed you babe, cuz I was selfish, I wanted to taste that fuckin’ sweetness before he took it all.

"And babe, when I kissed you and you kissed me back, not knowing what the fuck you were doin' but doin' it anyway, not carin', just feelin', I fuckin' lost
myself in that kiss.  Couldn’t
remember ever losin' myself in a kiss until then.

"That fuckin' kiss, Eva, has gotten me through some pretty bad nights.  That fuckin' kiss reminds me that life ain't all bad.

"As for what happened in that alleyway, you’re old man never found out about it. But even if he had and he’d buried me I wouldn’t have fuckin’ cared cuz when it comes to you darlin’ I got no fuckin' sense.  You fuckin' pull me in until you're all I can fuckin' see and suddenly I can't fuckin' breathe but I don't care cuz, you babe, you're you, and I ain't never met anyone as fuckin' perfect as you.  And knowin' you gave me your first kiss and then you gave me that sweet pussy first, knowin' that I got that and no one else can ever have it cuz its fuckin' mine, fuck Eva, there ain't a day that goes by that I don't think 'bout that, 'bout you, and how much I fuckin' wish shit was different.

"And that’s the God's honest truth, darlin' and I wouldn’t change a fuckin’ thing
‘cept
for you being in so deep with the Demon’s and me being a Horsemen and me being fuckin’ married to the biggest fuckin’ cunt on the planet and your old man being who he is.  Take all that shit away and you’d be on the back of my bike and in my fuckin’ bed.  And you wouldn’t be leavin’ and I wouldn’t be walkin’ away from you ever again.

“Now woman, you need to start doin’ what you came here to do or I’m gonna do it for you.”

☼☼☼

I ran to him, wrapped my arms around his neck and buried my face in his chest.

“Missed you,” I whispered.  "So, so, much.”

"Babe, yeah," He said softly.  "Now you gonna give me that sweet fuck me mouth or do I need to take it?"

I went up on my tiptoes,
he bent down, I took his mouth, and I took his tongue and I ate him alive.  Four years I had gone without him, without his mesmerizing eyes and his devastating grin and his perfect mouth and his perfect hands and his perfect body and his perfect cock.    Desire, slick and hot, heated my blood and pooled low in my belly.  I had so much time to make up for and it couldn't happen fast enough. 

Frantically I pushed his cut down his shoulders.  Shrugging out of it, he tossed it aside.

Up went his tee shirt, over his head and across the room.  Mine was next; he yanked it up over my head and tossed it aside.   Then my breasts were in his hands and then in his mouth and I died a heavenly, happy death.  We tasted, touched, grabbed and gripped one another until it wasn’t enough anymore, not even close.

I released him, slid down his perfect body and onto my knees. After wrestling open his jeans I took him in my mouth, all of him and again I ate him alive.  His breathing hitched and his hands gripped a hold of my hair.  I clung to the backs of his thighs, digging my nails in, keeping myself steady when I otherwise would have collapsed under the heady sensations rippling through me.

I made love to him with my mouth in the same frantic, desperate way I have always kissed him.  I couldn’t stop, didn’t want to ever stop, I felt so alive, taking all I could as I gave all I had.  My mouth loved Deuce, my hands loved Deuce, my body loved Deuce.  Loved, loved, loved, loved…  I loved Deuce.

Loved.

“Baby,” He groaned, fisting my hair, pulling on it painfully.  “Fuuu-ck…me…”

He exploded and I took it all, whimpering desperate greedy little whimpers, already wanting more.  I wanted to own this man’s body, this man’s innate sexuality; I wanted to own this man.

I stared up at him through my wet lashes, trembling, my body quaking under the onslaught of need.  For him.

“Eva baby, fuck, do you know what you fuckin’ do to me?” He bent down to cup my cheeks and ran the pad of his thumbs over my fluttering eyelids.

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