Serve Me

I felt his hot breath on my back, he lowered his face, biting my shoulder while he kept ramming into me. I was going to come again. So quickly! My pussy tightened around his cock, and he pushed harder, deeper, not stopping for anything as I came.

“Fuck. Ava. Fuck!” I heard him growling in my ear as he came as well. We were coming together. Our groaning was in sync as we came, he was shooting his hot seed inside me while my pussy streamed of its juices around his cock. The bed shook wildly, the sheets and pillows were all scattered on the floor and the melted ice cubes had left damp spots on the mattress.

He collapsed on top of me, his body covering mine, his cock still inside me. Both our breathing was ragged and harsh, and then I felt him gently push aside a portion of my hair. His lips grazed my burning ears and he nipped my earlobe playfully.

“Good morning,” he said and I smiled, buried under him on his bed. I couldn’t believe how happy and satisfied I was feeling, how everything just felt right. I didn’t care how little I knew about this man, all I cared about was what he was capable of making me feel. And he was capable of making me feel good…and safe.

“I wish I could stay, but you should,” I heard him say and I felt my heart sinking. “Tell your friend where you are so she doesn’t worry.”

“Already taken care of,” I countered trying to hide the disappointment in my voice. He was going to leave. He moved from over me and then slid off the bed. I turned and moved up against the headboard, watching him as he began to dress himself. There was nothing more delicious than that chiseled body of his.

“Spend the day here and go straight to the bar when it’s your shift,” he said and I bit down on my lip, stifling a smile.

This felt normal for some reason.

Chapter 16

Commando

King, Slade and I stood outside the abandoned warehouse.

“This place looks like shit,” Slade said.

King was standing next to me, clutching the cross around his neck and I could sense that he was reciting a silent prayer in his head. It had become a habit of his, and I said nothing. None of us, except Slade said anything. He had his religion, just like we all had our weaknesses. Was Ava becoming one of mine?

“This is a recon mission, remember that,” I said to the others as we prepared ourselves to go in. The first order of business was to figure

out what the Hell kind of operation they were running. Waging a war against the Black Skulls would come next.

I checked the gun that was tucked into my belt, and then we entered the place.

It was smoky, a lot like The Pussycats, and this was because of how much tobacco and weed these guys were smoking. Unlike the strip club though, there was no music here, just a loud chatter of voices and cheers around us.

Most of the guys belonged to the Black Skulls, while there were some from other MCs and the rest of the guys were just regular patrons; those addicted to placing bets on a good fight.

The warehouse was just that, an abandoned warehouse, with electrical wiring exposed and dim bulbs hanging low from the high ceiling. King, Slade and I weaved through the crowd of men drinking and casually throwing punches at each other. We were headed towards the center of the place, where a giant cage had been set up.

We heard the ding of a bell, a fight was just starting. We could see two young boys, stripped down to their boxer shorts, with no gloves on and no mouth guards, their foreheads already streaming with blood. They were poised to start a fight. One of them wouldn’t stand a chance, and it was clearly going to be the skinny pale one, who was at least a foot shorter than the bronze skinned muscular one.

“Gonna go find the bookie,” Slade said beside us, and I was about to stop him when three skinheads, with tattoos creeping around their necks approached us. I recognized them as Black Skulls immediately, and we stopped in our tracks.

“The fuck are you fuckers doing here?” one of them said, a burnt down joint dangling from the side of his mouth.

“Just here to get a slice of the cake, man,” Slade said, in his usual cheery voice.

“Got the message?” I asked, when they came to a stop in front of us.

“What message?” one of them said, the one with a slick trimmed mustache and a shiny head.

They knew exactly what we were talking about. When we remained silent, Slade still grinning at them, another one stepped towards King.

“You’re telling us that you came all this fucking way to make sure we got your love letter?” he said, glaring into King’s eyes who was glaring back, without a flinch.

“Is it Valentine’s day?” another one quipped and the three of them laughed.

“Stay the fuck off our territory,” I interrupted their laughter, and they stalked towards me now.

“What did you say? Motherfucker!” one of them barked and Slade stepped in between us. Who asked him to? If there were going to be punches thrown, I was in. I’d tasted blood the previous night and I hadn’t had my fill.