Whizz (17 page)

He tightened his hand over hers. “It’s different with you. It has always been different. From the moment you entered the coffee shop our lives have been different.”

Lacey knew exactly what he was talking about. She hadn’t been the same since she met him. Something about Whizz pulled her in, drawing her away from everything she knew to see him.

“I thought about that day. The one where I came here.” She licked her lips. The pain was there, but it wasn’t as debilitating as it used to be. She was getting over her own guilt. It was hard at times, but she didn’t want to spend the rest of her life hating herself.

“You don’t have to say anything.”

“I do have to say something.” She stared at their linked hands. “I didn’t know what was happening or what your club had planned. I thought if I knew I’d have gone back to warn them.” Here was where the guilt reared its ugly head. “I know I wouldn’t have gone back to them, Whizz. If I was given a choice between seeing you once more or bringing them back and warning them, I know I wouldn’t pick them. I wouldn’t pick Dalton even though I should.”

“Lacey, you don’t know that. You don’t know what decision you would make. They were your family.”

Tears filled her eyes as she stared at him. “They weren’t my family, Whizz. Dalton was my family. He was the one to stand beside me. Out of the whole of the club, he’s the one I’d call a brother. I didn’t agree with Danny, and I didn’t spend a lot of time with the others.”

“You’re not responsible for their deaths. Danny shot at Butch. He was willing to kill us all.” Whizz let out a sigh. “You need to stop tormenting yourself. Even if you had gone with them, Lacey, we would have hunted them down and killed them. After everything that happened, we couldn’t let them escape.”

She wiped the tears that had fallen from her face. “God, I’m so sorry.”

“They were your family.” He didn’t say anything more, letting her have her tears.

She didn’t want to spoil their night together. The day she’d spent with Prue and Angel had been amazing. She adored the two women and even liked Gash.

“I didn’t want to get emotional over this. Today has been amazing. Spending time with Prue and Angel, it was strange at first, but they pulled me in. I felt part of the group.”

“Those two have been trying to get to you for some time to spend time with you. I’m glad you went and had fun.”

“What about you? How was Butch?”

She heard him blow out a breath. “There’s not a lot to say about Butch. He’s healing, and he’s scared.”

“You don’t sound happy.”

“I’m not. Butch looked like he was waiting for one of us to off him. I don’t like that, never have.” Whizz didn’t release the hold he had on her hand. She didn’t want him to let her go. Lacey liked feeling this close to him. “When he decided to leave for Cheryl I was angry, hurt. Our women have been put in danger, and he felt his woman was better than the others, which is why he made sure she was out of the way. I got angry. When Gonzalez came out of the woodwork and shit went down, Butch came back. We voted him back in, but Tiny and Alex had other plans for him. They made him become a spy, feeding Gonzalez information.”

Some of this she knew from listening to Danny and Dalton talk when they didn’t know she was listening in on their conversations.

“This shit with the Savage Brothers took us all by surprise. I know why he did what he did. I spoke with Tiny before coming up here. He’s not going to let Butch back.”

Tears filled her eyes once again. “That’s my fault, mine and the others.”

Whizz pressed his head against hers. “If he doesn’t let Butch back, I’m walking.”

“You can’t do that, can you?”

“I can leave the club whenever I want, Lacey.”

“You love it here.”

“No, I love what the club stood for. He was trapped by the past and present, Lacey. They had Butch playing spy, and the rules had changed. He shouldn’t be pulled from the club because of that.”

“I think you’re being a little unreasonable in making that demand. You’re going to blackmail the club?”

“No, I just want the club to see that they’ve got to give him another chance.”

“Don’t you think you’re being a little unfair?”

“Butch is family. Yeah, he fucked up in trying to protect his woman and with the Savage Brothers, but I can’t let them kick him out.”

“Why?” she asked.

“We’re a family. Family makes mistakes. We’re a lot stronger than casting them aside. We didn’t for Nash. The first time when Butch walked because of Cheryl, I was pissed at him. I didn’t know how he turned his back, but this, there’s a lot more at play here.”

“Like what?”

“First, Alex and Tiny kept the fact he was feeding Gonzalez information from us. Butch was already in a tense fucking situation. None of us even took the time to ask him what was going on. I never asked him about the Savage Brothers. He didn’t talk, but we didn’t give him a chance either. Gonzalez was fucked up to shit. I guess with Devil and the Chaos Bleeds crew gone, I don’t want to lose another brother because of Gonzalez. He’s taken enough from all of us.”

She wasn’t going to argue with him. “What will happen if you walk?”

“I go out on my own. I won’t go for another club. I was with one called The Lions. They were scum. The worst thing I was ever a part of. The Skulls, they stood for something I’ve never been able to find elsewhere.” His fingers went from her cheek down to stroke her breast. She groaned as he started to play with her nipple. “Don’t blame yourself for everything that happened. It’s not your fault, not all of it.”

The way he was touching her she couldn’t think about anything else but his touch.

“You can’t be wanting this again?” she asked.

“I don’t want your lips this time, Lacey. I want your pussy.” He kissed her lips, sliding his tongue into her mouth.

She moaned, heat instantly going to her pussy. Lacey wanted his touch, his cock, and everything he offered her.

His revelations unnerved her, but he didn’t seem concerned by the change happening in his life and she wouldn’t be. Whizz moved over her, locking their hands and pressing them on either side of her head.

“You’re insatiable.”

“Get used to it. I’m always going to want you.”

She thought about what Gash said. Yes, she wanted Whizz and to keep him. The thought of any other woman getting him filled her with jealousy. She wouldn’t share him and would do everything to make sure he didn’t stray. Lacey was determined to be everything he needed.

“Tell me you want my cock.”

He always seemed determined to make her speak her mind. “I want you, Whizz. I want your cock inside me.”

“Good girl.”

Gazing down the length of his body, she saw him move his hips, aligning his cock to her entrance. She didn’t think it was possible for him to get inside her by moving his hips. When the tip slid inside her, she realized she was wrong. Whizz was gliding inside her.

“You’re so fucking wet it makes it easier for me to get inside you.”

She cried out as he slammed the last couple of inches inside her, groaning as he did.

“You’re so tight.” He kissed her lips, running his tongue over them to get her to open up. Lacey gave in, opening her lips for him to take advantage. He plundered her mouth with his tongue, and she met him, touching his tongue with her own.

Whizz stayed still inside her. She wanted him to move, to take away the ache that he’d started to work up inside her.

Slowly, he eased out of her. Whizz always took his time, prolonging everything, making her feel what he wanted to do to her. She felt every inch of him as he withdrew from her pussy. Lacey couldn’t contain the whimper that escaped when only the tip of him remained inside.

“Don’t worry, baby.” He rammed inside her to the hilt, giving her everything.

She screamed out as he went deep, hitting her cervix. “Whizz.” She spoke his name on a groan as he sucked on the flesh of her neck. The way he sucked, she knew come the morning she’d have a large hickey. A mark of his possession throughout the night.

“Beg me to fuck you.”

“Please, Whizz, fuck me. I need to feel you inside me.”

He didn’t let up, ramming to the hilt inside her. Each thrust of his hips jarred the bed, banging the headboard against the wall. She forgot about everything else and all her worries and met the thrust of Whizz’s hips, crying out as he sucked each nipple into his mouth. Whizz changed as he fucked her hard. There was no getting away from his possession, not that she wanted to.

She felt the building heat of her orgasm start once again. She didn’t know how it was possible to be close to a third orgasm.

Whizz kept her locked in place with his body, making sure she couldn’t move or do anything but take his pleasure.

“Come for me, Lacey,” he said, whispering the words against her ears. She did what he wanted, coming over his thick cock.

She was attuned to his demands. Three strokes of Whizz’s cock and the cum spilled from his cock, washing her womb with his semen.

For a split second Lacey was tempted to tell him that she loved him. She stopped herself at the last minute as he collapsed over her. Neither of them was ready for that kind of commitment. She refused to spoil the moment by the truth in her heart.

****

“Alex.”

Standing in his office, Alex closed his eyes as he heard Sunshine calling him. It was Sunday morning, and she’d be joining her mother and father for the day. She did it all the time. He knew she did as he liked to keep an eye on her when he wasn’t around. Alex may no longer be in Vegas, but he still had contacts that got him what he wanted.

Turning around, he saw she was standing in the doorway wearing a dark blue conservative dress. Her black hair curled around her face, cascading down to rest below her large tits. She looked so fucking beautiful. Alex didn’t want to let her go. She was so much younger than he was. He didn’t want to plague her by his own need. His past wasn’t all filled with roses and love. No, he had a hard past just like everyone else. A past even Tiny didn’t know about.

“You’re ready to go?” he asked.

“My dad is coming to pick me up.” She stared down at him, clearly taking in his pajama bottoms. It was past nine, and he was still dressed for bed. Since leaving the clubhouse he’d not been interested in much else. Part of him wondered if he should just give in and go back to Vegas. Cheryl didn’t want him around, and Butch would be a good father to his son. He didn’t want to think about his son at that moment. Alex loved Michael and had felt that bone-deep need to keep him safe the instant he saw him. He couldn’t remember a time when he’d felt the need to protect another human being, apart from Sunshine. His need to protect her came from an entirely different need. Alex wanted to fuck Sunshine. He wanted to own every inch of her.

“Are you all right?” she asked, stepping into the room, breaking into his thoughts.

“Fine, everything is fine.”

He turned back to look out of the window.

“You can talk to me if it’ll help.”

“Why would talking about my feelings help?” he asked, glancing behind to see her look at the ground. “All it would do is highlight how shit everything was.”

She winced but didn’t turn away from him. “My mom always said a problem shared is a problem halved. When you talk about the problems in your life, it helps.” She shrugged her shoulder, smiling at him. “Life is too short to spend it scared.”

“I’m not scared,” he said.

“You’re troubled, though.”

Alex stared at her, wishing there was something he could do to keep her with him. He’d take her far away from here with his son and not look back. Tiny would find him, and that was what stopped him.

“My son hates my guts and prefers his stepfather to me. I think it’s time I went back to Vegas. Life here is not what I expected. I thought this was where I belonged. I was wrong. I’ve only fucked everything up.”

“I didn’t know you had a son.”

“Not many people do.” He put his empty cup down on the desk, turning to face her. “My problems are not halved.”

“No, you’ve still got the choice of running away. Your son hates you now, but what about next week?” She smiled at him. “Children are not a good indication for people, Alex, especially your own kids. Growing up I went from loving my parents to hating them when they wouldn’t let me do what I want. Don’t give up because of one bad day.”

The doorbell ringing interrupted their moment.

“That’s my dad.”

Alex followed her out as she went to answer the door. Her father, Hank, stood on the other side.

“Hey, Daddy.” She wrapped her arms around him.

“Go and wait in the car.”

“Will do.”

Facing Hank, Alex raised a brow.

“I heard you were staying back here.”

“It’s my house.” Alex stepped forward, grabbing the brown envelope he stashed in his pocket. “Here.”

“This isn’t right. She’s my daughter.”

He’d been paying Hank and his wife regularly to keep their bakery open. Hank had a little gambling problem. When Alex had seen Sunshine, he’d wanted her, and he’d struck up this bargain. He would pay Hank every month, and in return he’d encourage Sunshine to stay in Fort Wills, working as Alex’s housekeeper. When he first bought the place he discovered the bakery wasn’t doing well in business, and Hank’s gambling problem made it all worse. He offered Hank money to keep him afloat. Hank took the money and asked what he could do to repay him. Alex had seen a picture of Sunshine. He told Hank to make sure his daughter applied for a position as housekeeper and that she’d be part of the bargain. At the time he didn’t intend for anything more to happen. When he’d met Sunshine in the flesh, he knew he couldn’t let her go. Sunshine was his, and he made sure to keep her by dealing with Hank’s problems.

“How’s business?”

“It’s fine.”

“And your other problem?” Alex asked, staring the man in the face. He was a businessman, but what people forgot about Alex was that he’d survived in Vegas without any help from Tiny. He wasn’t a man to be messed with. Over the years Alex had fucked up his fair share of people.

“I’ve not put on a bet in some time, Alex. I don’t want Sunshine working here.”