Cocky's Fight (Devils Rejects MC 6)

I type out a text to let her know I am about to crash not sure if it makes a damn lick of sense. As soon as I fall onto the bed my eyes roll back in my head.

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“Fuck, Lissa, Goddamn, that’s how you wake up your man.” I go to grab her head as she sucks my dick deep down her throat, but she’s tied me to the bed. My head is pounding but if anything can cure my hangover, it’s her mouth and her pussy. Not even opened my eyes yet and she has me ready to fucking blow my load down her throat. I blink my eyes, looking to each side seeing my wrists cuffed to the headboard. “Mhmm,” I growl, seeing nothing but the top of her dark-haired head between my legs. “Get up here and ride me you kinky little minx,” I demand.

She doesn’t answer me and continues sucking me. “Fuck.” I bite my bottom lip as I hit the back of her throat. I pop out of her mouth. “Come fuck your man, baby.”

“You didn’t say please,” I hear her say low, sounding hoarse and not like herself.

“Please,” I tell her wanting in her sweet cunt. Instead of doing what I want she turns her back to me and sinks down on me in a reverse cowgirl. She feels all wrong and that’s when I see the tramp stamp above her ass. Melissa doesn’t have any tattoos. My cock goes soft as a sickening feeling washes over me. The last thing I remember from the night before is texting Melissa and collapsing on my bed here at the clubhouse. I know I was alone when I passed out. I’d never cheat on my woman. I’d never hurt her.

“Lissa, look at me.”

Her head shakes.

“I said look at me.” My vision clears, and I notice her hair color and texture are off. I rattle my wrists against the cuffs. Panic sizes in my chest as realization hits me. Fucking Carmen. Fucking psycho cunt. “Let me out of these cuffs now and I’ll let you walk out of this room still breathing.”

She laughs sadistically. “You just need time, Cocky. You’re supposed to be with me.”

“You’re fucking crazy is what you are, and I will never ever fucking want you.” I’m seething. Rage is coursing through my veins. I want to wrap my hands around her throat and squeeze until all the air in her lungs leaves her body. Until she goes blue around the lips.

“You just did.” She smirks over her shoulder at me and starts stroking my soft cock, attempting to make me hard again.

“Because I thought you were Melissa you dumb bitch.”

Carmen moves from the bed and removes her cheap wig. Did she think I wouldn’t know the difference? I might be feeling rough, but I didn’t drink that much last night after consuming Amber’s weed brownies. I’ve never felt more violated in my entire life. Sick bitch.

“Why don’t you want me? What’s wrong with me!” She cries. Mascara runs down her face as her tears begin to fall. “What’s so special about her? Why do you want her and not me?” She jabs a finger to her chest. “Maybe if she was out of the way you’d want to be with me. Maybe I should get rid of her, but I don’t want to hurt the boy.” The nutty whore shakes her head as she continues to ramble on talking to herself.

“Listen, I’m sorry, all right?”

Wiping her nose, she sniffles. “You are only saying that to make me uncuff you.”

I let out a sigh. “It’s just you tricked me, and I hate being fooled. Come up here and let me out of the cuffs so I can hold you and prove to you that I do want you. I can’t fuck you the way I want to if I can’t even touch you.”

“You lie. You don’t want me. Only her. Always her,” she seethes, growing angry as she paces the room completely naked. Carmen is nothing special to look at. She’s got sagging tits that are shaped like floppy dog ears.

I narrow my eyes on her and soften my tone. “Come here. I’ll prove it to you.”

She takes a seat on the edge of the bed and I am tempted to kick her right in the fucking teeth for what she’s done. “How?”

“Bring your sexy mouth up here and let me kiss you.” I wait for the right opportunity. She starts to move, and I know I only have one shot. She slinks up the bed between my legs and when she least expects it, I hook my legs around her neck in a triangle choke and squeeze with all my strength. Her fingernails dig into my legs drawing blood, but I don’t let up. I hold my ground. I can see it in her eyes—panic…fear. It makes me hard knowing the bitch is getting what she deserves.

When it’s over I am stuck, still cuffed, with the face of a dead woman face down on my dick. I do what I can to rattle the headboard against the wall. Eventually someone will come knocking at my door.

But fuck me that someone happens to be Uno. I know how this looks to him. I know his first instinct is to beat me senseless, but thankfully once he gets his laughter out, he frees me.

Chapter 14

—Melissa

After I finally got Jimmy settled in his new room, I ran me a bubble bath and poured a glass of wine for the occasion. Shawn is gone to a party for Uno of all people, but he had to go. His club expected him to be there. I know it wasn’t at the top of his list of fun things to do, but he has a responsibility to his brothers. I haven’t heard from him all night. Not that I expect to. I have an idea of what is going on at that party. Amber told me and the girls what she was doing with her brownie prank. Girl is crazy but in the best way. She’s the most fun.

Her and the other girls are coming over tomorrow to throw me a house warming lunch. Nothing big. Just us girls, some drinks, and food while the babies sleep and Jimmy and CT play in his new room. Everything is clicking into place. I couldn’t be happier than I am with Shawn. I never thought the two of us would have this and certainly not together. I always wanted it, but it never seemed obtainable. But now I am starting to believe that we can have it all—as long as we are together.

Sinking down in the tub, bubbles rise up over my skin. This is exactly what I needed. I take a sip of wine then lay my head back against the wall. I let out a sigh of contentment. Only thing missing is having my man here to share in this quiet bliss with me. I hear my cellphone ringing from the bedroom but whoever it is will have to wait. I just got in the tub and don’t plan on getting out just yet. As I lay here in the warm water relaxing, I hear what sounds like a door opening.

“Jimmy, if that’s you get your butt back to bed, Mr.” I wait a second but then there is nothing. Maybe I am hearing things or maybe this house is haunted. I won’t admit the fact to Shawn, but I am still creeped out by the fact that Cupid’s ex-wife committed suicide in this house. All houses make noises though and I’m just not used to this one is what I keep trying to remind myself but its hard.