Whizz (25 page)

“And now I’m not. I want to make it up to you for being such a gentleman last week.” She gave him a wicked grin. He was going to be getting some major loving.

“Then show me your appreciation for all my hard work.”

Lacey started to move him away from her. She climbed off the edge of the bed and stood before him. Her lips were on his, licking a path until he opened up, letting her get as close to him as possible.

“I want you, Whizz,” she said, moaning.

“Then you can have me. You can have all of me, Lacey.” He sank his fingers into her hair, holding onto the length. Whizz tilted her head back, dropping a kiss to her lips. “All you’ve got to do is ask nicely.”

“I want you, Whizz. I want you inside me.” She went to her knees before him, taking down the jeans as she went. His cock sprang forward, pointing toward her lips.

“You want me, baby?”

“Yes, I want you. I need you, Whizz.”

“Good, you’re going to have all of me. Open those lips, Lacey. Suck me.” He watched as she opened her mouth, taking the tip of his cock within her. Whizz groaned, loving the feel of her as well as seeing her take him into her mouth. He tightened his hand into a fist, gripping her hair as he drove deep inside her with a thrust of his hips. “That’s it, baby, take me all. Fuck, I love the feel of your mouth.” He hit the back of her throat and pulled away. She wrapped her hand around the base of his shaft, moving up to the root. He growled at the sudden pressure of her hand. The touch of her hand on his skin made him want so much more.

He didn’t want to come in her mouth. When he finally came he wanted to be so deep inside her that she didn’t know where he ended or she began.

“That’s enough, baby. Your mouth is so fucking sweet and hot.” He tugged on her hair, pulling her to her feet. Whizz slammed his lips down on hers, claiming her for his own. His cock pulsed with each wave of arousal. “I need to be inside you right now.”

He turned her around, putting her to her knees before him. Whizz caressed a hand up the length of her back at the same time as he grabbed his cock. He pressed the tip of his cock to her entrance, watching as she accepted him inside her hot little pussy. Returning his grip to her hips, he eased his way inside her, going as deep inside her as he could.

Together they cried out. He pulled out of her until only the tip remained.

“Beg me, Lacey.”

“Please, Whizz, I need your cock. Fuck me hard. Make it feel so good.”

Slamming inside her, Whizz groaned, massaging the full rounded globes of her ass. He pounded inside her, loving the feel of her tight cunt gripping him.

“Fuck, yeah. You feel so fucking amazing. I want you, baby. I love the feel of your tight little pussy.”

He continued to thrust within her depths, going as deep as he could. The sight of his cock disappearing into her pussy was too much for him. He didn’t know how much longer he could last.

Sliding one of his hands between her thighs, he stroked her sweet pussy, coating his fingers in her cream. When he moved down from her clit, he felt his cock going in and out of her.

“Please, Whizz. I can’t take much more.”

Pulling out of her pussy, he knelt down on the bed, lifting her up to suck at her clit. The taste of her pussy exploded on his tongue. He pressed his tongue into her cunt, fucking her like he did with his cock.

“Fuck, it feels so good.” She sank her fingers into his hair, panting as he flicked her clit repeatedly. He wanted to hear her scream, cry out his name, and bask in the pleasure he alone was giving her.

“Come for me.”

“I can’t.”

He wasn’t going to take no for an answer. Sucking her clit into his mouth, he pushed two fingers inside her pussy, sawing them in and out.

She bucked against him, crying out. Whizz didn’t stop until she came all over his tongue. Lacey screamed his name, begging for him to stop and not to continue.

Only when she finished coming down from her peak did he push her further onto the bed.

“I’m going to fuck you now. I’m not going to stop until I’m so deep inside you that you can’t think straight.”

“Please, Whizz, I can’t think straight now. I need you, I want you. Fuck me.”

He gripped his cock, pressed the tip to her soaking wet core, and slid home. The copious amounts of her cream made it easy for him to thrust to the hilt inside her. There was no pain within her, only exquisite pleasure.

She wrapped her arms around his body, holding on tight. Whizz plundered inside her, staring into her eyes as he took her to the peak of another orgasm. He swiveled his hips, bumping her clit forcing her over that peak into pleasure, and he followed her into bliss. The groan spilled from his lips as he spilled his cum into her waiting pussy.

He went lightheaded at the absolute pleasure of his orgasm. Collapsing over her, he kissed her ear, whispering words of love.

Afterward, he didn’t have the energy to move. Whizz moved far enough so that she wasn’t uncomfortable, wrapping her in his arms as sleep finally claimed him.

****

“You’re going to tell me what you know,” Alan said.

The knife in his hand twisted, and sweat beaded his brow. Staring up into the eyes of the devil, Whizz knew there was no chance of him to survive. If his brothers didn’t find him soon, Alan was going to make sure he was a dead man. He wasn’t ready to die. There was so much more he wanted to do with his life.

For so long he’d been part of the club, but at thirty-one years old, he’d not even loved. There was no woman out there waiting for him. He was alone in the world.

“Fuck you.”

Another fist to his face and Whizz’s vision blurred. “You know, Zero was a master at torture. He taught me a few things while I spent what I thought at the time were my last moments in his company.”

Zero was responsible for torturing Alan, making him look as fucked up as he did now. Whizz hoped to God he died soon. The last thing he wanted was to look like Alan. Zero had some serious fucking issues as far as he was concerned. The knife stayed twisted in Whizz’s hand.

Fuck, it hurt. Everything fucking hurt.

Alan grabbed his face, tugging on his hair, ripping chunks of it out. “Let’s see what we can do about that pretty fucking face.” He already held another knife in his hand.

Whizz screamed as the blade went to work. “You fucking coward. I’m going to fucking kill you. When I get out of this chair I’m going to fucking destroy you.”

****

Whizz jerked awake as someone pulled him. “What the fuck, Whizz?” Lash asked, growling out the words. Killer held him tightly and Whizz looked toward the bed. Lacey was sitting on the end of the bed, grabbing onto her neck.

She looked toward him, and he saw her eyes were bloodshot.

“What the fuck happened?”

The bruises around her neck were all he needed to see. Pulling out of Killer’s arms, Whizz didn’t care about his nudity. He needed to get away from her, and get out of the room. What the fuck had he done? It had been a good month since he last dreamt about Alan. There was no way he could marry Lacey. He almost fucking killed her.

“Whizz, wait up,” Killer said.

“No, I’ve got to get out of here.”

“You can’t leave. Lacey’s fucking breaking apart in there.”

“I just almost killed her.”

“But you didn’t.”

He shook his head. “I can’t take that risk.”

****

Lacey had woken up the moment Whizz wrapped his fingers around her throat and started to throttle her. She knew he hadn’t been himself. In fact, he’d been somewhere else. He’d cut off her air way, and it was only when she started throwing things and Whizz began to shout that he drew attention to their room. If it hadn’t been for Killer, Lash, and Steven, she’d be dead.

Kelsey knelt in front of her while Angel put a hand to her shoulder.

She could barely speak. Tears spilled from her eyes. Whizz would be in a hell of a lot of pain right now. There would be no talking him down while he was like this.

“He didn’t mean to do it,” Killer said.

“I know.” She croaked the words out.

Whizz wouldn’t hurt her. This was going to be driving him crazy. Watching him storm out of the room, she’d seen the pain along with the guilt reflected in his eyes. He didn’t need this, not now.

“I’m going to go to him.”

Lacey didn’t dispute him. She kept taking deep breaths. The blanket was wrapped around her, hiding her nakedness from the men.

“He didn’t mean it.”

“It’s a risk, Lacey. I’ve never seen him react like that. Usually, we come in after an attack like that and he goes to sleep with ease,” Lash said.

“It’s okay.” It hurt for her to talk.

Angel touched her chin, tilting her head this way and that.

“You might want to refrain from sleeping with him?”

Lacey didn’t want to do that. She loved sleeping beside Whizz, but she knew it was going to take them time to get back to how they were. “I wish I knew what set him off.” She touched her neck, wishing there was something she could to relieve the pressure.

“You were fucking lucky,” Steven said, stepping forward. Both men were staring at the bruising around her neck. “If I hadn’t been walking past I wouldn’t have known what was going on.”

“Thank you for charging in.”

“You need to stop talking, Lacey. It’s only going to feel worse if you don’t stop,” Angel said.

“What the fuck is going on?” Tiny asked, walking into her room. Eva followed close behind, tying the belt of her robe.

“Whizz strangled Lacey in his sleep. Almost fucking killed her.”

Tate and Murphy followed behind them. She looked at the other woman, wishing they’d all just disappear. This was the last thing she needed right now.

“Get the fuck out, the lot of you. Lacey’s not some fucking bug for you all to peruse under a microscope.” Tate took the lead, herding most of the men and women out of the room so only Tate and Angel were left.

“How are you?” Tate asked.

“It hurts. Where’s Whizz? I don’t want him driving off.”

“Stop talking.” Tate held her hand up to stop them. “I need to talk to Whizz.”

Tate and Angel stared at each other. “Do you think that’s a good idea?”

“Yes, I do.”

“Lacey, Whizz won’t be himself right now,” Angel said, touching her hair.

“I need to see him.” She stood, keeping the blankets wrapped around her. Lacey grabbed some sweats from the drawer along with one of Whizz’s long shirts. The two women kept trying to convince her that she shouldn’t go to him. She listened to neither woman. The only person she wanted to talk to was Whizz.

When she was dressed she turned to face both women.

“Look, I know you’re worried, but this is Whizz. He wouldn’t hurt me, not intentionally.”

They both looked at the bruises decorating her neck. She wouldn’t let them keep her away from her own man.

“If this was Murphy or Lash, you’d both want to be with the man you loved. I love Whizz. I want to be with him.” She stopped to try to clear her throat. Her voice was croaked because of the pressure of his hands around her neck.

She waited for them to argue. They both stayed silent, and Lacey had her answer. “No one is keeping me from him.”

Lacey went toward the door, opening it. Lash was standing outside, waiting for his woman.

“Where’s Whizz?”

“He’s down at the gym in the basement. Killer’s with him, and believe me, you don’t want to see him.”

“I need to see him.” She made to move away, but Lash stopped her by gripping her arm. Instinct forced her to pull away from him. “Do not touch me.”

“I didn’t mean anything by it. Go and sort out our boy.”

She nodded, making her way downstairs.

No one stopped her on the way down to the basement. She found Whizz pounding on a punching bag that Killer was holding. The split lip Killer was sporting also let her know that Whizz had attacked the other man.

“Man, you’ve got to stop.” Killer had already clocked her.

Lacey stayed silent as Whizz unleashed hell onto the punching bag.

“No!” He growled out a response. This was not the man she loved. This man was hurting, angry, and so damn broken that it made her heart ache to witness. “I hurt Lacey. I can’t stop. I should be fucking shot.”

“You didn’t mean it.”

“It doesn’t make it any fucking better, Killer. If Steven hadn’t been there—shit, I could be looking at a dead woman by my side.” Whizz lowered his fists, shouting the words back at Killer.

“Don’t yell,” Lacey said. Her voice echoed around the room.

Whizz whirled around to look at her. “You shouldn’t be here.”

“I’ve got no choice but to be here,” she said. “Get out of here, Killer.” She kept her gaze on Whizz.

“He can’t leave.”

“Why? You’re not asleep anymore.” She glanced toward Killer and nodded at him. “Go.”

Seconds later they were alone in the basement. The sound was eerily quiet. She licked her lips as she pushed away from the wall. Lacey moved to stand in front of the punching bag.

“You need to get the fuck out of here.”

“No.”

“You shouldn’t be around me. I’m a fucking monster.”

“You’re not a monster.” She rounded the punching bag, gripping the edge of the bag. Whizz was unreachable.

“I almost killed you.”

“Almost.” There was no point in lying. He did almost kill her, but he didn’t.

“It’s over,” he said.

Tears sprang to her eyes. She forced the tears down. There was no way she was going to let him leave her because of one incident.

“It’s not.”

“Are you fucking crazy or stupid?” he asked.

“I guess if the cap fits I’ll wear it.”

“I’m not going to do this with you. You could have fucking died because of me.” He dropped his face, moving away from her. She released the punching bag, watching him as he made his way toward the weights. Whizz started pumping weights, ignoring her.

“I’m not dead.”

“Get the fuck out, Lacey. Get out and get gone.”

She took a deep breath. “No.”

He glared up at her. “Do you have a fucking death wish?”

“I’ve not got a death wish, but I’m not going to let you hurt yourself because of what happened.” Whizz dropped the weight. The sudden sound made her jump.