Their Private Need (Death Lords MC 3)

I shake my head because he should kn

ow where I’m going. Hell, he should be on his bike, wearing his leathers and going with me. We’d get this task done—in and out—in under two minutes.

“You know where I’m going.”

He sticks his hand into his hair but his fingers get stuck because Annie, our girl, messed it up good a few hours ago. My cock swells in my pants as I think about her—and us—fucking like animals in our new bedroom.

Tonight was supposed to be a celebration. Paint had finally dried on the new drywall and the renovations we’d started when Annie was in the hospital were completed. We’d thrown the mattress on the floor and started rutting before anyone’s clothes were fully off. That’s normal for us, though. We’re all so goddamned hungry for each other that we can’t be bothered with taking off shirts or pants. It’d be great if Annie just walked around the house naked. That way we could have her whenever we wanted and not worry about flipping up her skirts or peeling down her jeans.

“You talk to Annie about this?”

I gape at him. Is he insane? I’m not talking to my girl about the fact that I’m going to kill her dad.

“So that’s a no.” Easy sighs, reading my incredulous expression. “I want to off this guy as much as you do but we’ve got two concerns here. First one is Annie and how she’s going to feel about this, and second is the club. We can’t have blowback on the club.”

“This man beat Annie until she was unconscious and stuck her in his cellar to die,” I seethe. Annie’s dad might have been a preacher, but he’d have to take up his righteousness with the man upstairs. In my book, he was more evil than Satan himself.

My mom was a drug addict and the sperm donor wasn’t much better. I’d been a ward of the state until I was eighteen but I’d never been treated like Annie.

Yeah, I have whip marks on my back from when another preacher decided I shouldn’t be touching the skin of his precious daughter, but I’d have suffered that a hundred fold than to have Annie be subject to even the smallest abuse.

“He’s gonna die at our hands,” Easy assures me. “But we got to do it the right way. You go over there tonight, the first night that he’s out on bail, and everyone’s looking to us. You think Annie’s going to enjoy fucking us during once-a-year conjugal visits? Fuck, we get sent up to federal prison and we won’t be touching Annie again until we get out. And who’s going to let two one percenters out early after we off a preacher?”

I glare at Easy because he’s making too much sense. I want revenge, yeah, but I also want to be sliding deep into Annie’s sopping folds every fucking night too.

“Fuck,” I curse. The one word doesn’t fully express my impotent rage. I swing my leg over the bike’s saddle and throw my helmet into the garage wall. It hits and makes a satisfying cracking sound. It’s the sound I want to hear when I slam Pastor Bloom’s head into the cement sidewalk. I find a couple of loose boards and strike them against the floor of the garage. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” I spit through clenched teeth trying to keep my voice down so I don’t wake Annie up.

“What’s wrong?” A soft voice says from behind Easy.

I straighten and toss the board aside. With a great deal of effort, I manage a smile. “Nothing, sweetheart.”

“Is that supposed to be a smile on your face?” Annie’s eyebrows are near her hairline. She has a sheet wrapped around her body and I can tell she’s got nothing on underneath. My rage starts to burn into something else. “Because it looks like the face a baby makes when it’s trying to poop.”

“I wouldn’t know.”

Easy snorts and throws an arm around Annie’s shoulders to turn her back inside. “Michigan’s just having a tantrum over something so you’re probably not far off the mark.”

“What’s going on?” She looks over her shoulder at me and I can tell she doesn’t believe a word of Easy’s bullshit. “And don’t tell me it’s nothing. It’s about Father, right?”

“Come on, let’s go inside.” Easy pulls her in and leaves me standing in the garage surrounded by the faint smell of cigarette smoke, gasoline and burnt plans. He turns over his shoulder and gives me a long look that directs me to get my act together.

“Don’t try to pacify me,” I hear her say to Easy as he leads her down the hall. The long sheet trails behind them and the light of the kitchen highlights her slender body underneath the sheet.

Easy says he wants to mete out punishment as much as I do, but I don’t believe that’s true. Easy’s has a good life and a loving family. He doesn’t know what it’s like to feel this kind of betrayal.

I want to make it right for us and there’s no way that things can be right while Annie’s abuser walks and breathes.

But tonight I’m not getting anything done. I know it so I take a moment to calm myself before following the two people I care most about inside.

Annie’s sitting at the kitchen table and Easy’s working the microwave. He appears to be heating up some water for Annie.

I take the seat next to Annie and pull her onto my lap. Diving into her hair, I press my nose against the crook of her neck and breathe in her scent. It’s warm and sultry. We worked her hard tonight and she sweated some. My tongue darts out to taste the skin, just a little lick. But one licks not enough when it comes to Annie. Beneath her ass, my cock hardens and I shift her slightly back so she’s resting her entire weight on it.

She squirms, ass cheeks tightening when she feels the rigid length of my growing erection against those soft cheeks. I take a deep breath and then another, and the thoughts of revenge and killing and her father are replaced with the desire to shove my dick into her pussy while I’m clutching her long hair in a fist.

“How tired are you?” I murmur into the curve of her neck.

Her hands scrub over my short hair and then dig deep into my shoulders. “Never too tired for you.” She tilts her head back and I feel Easy’s big body near. “Or you either.”

Above me, they kiss, one of Annie’s arms leaving me to presumably wrap around Easy’s neck. I see his one hand brace against the table and then my attention is diverted.

I push the cotton sheet off her shoulders, pulling it down so that it catches on her hard nipples. She gasps and then moans.

“Are you getting wet for us, sweetheart? Open up and let me see.” On my lap, her ass shifts and tightens as she anticipates what’s coming next. Her legs fall open obediently and I slide my fingers along her strong, slim thigh into the short curls of her trimmed bush. One of these days, I’m going to shave her bare. Her cunt clenches around me as I shove two fingers hard inside her.

“How wet is she?” Easy asks, his voice is lowered, hoarse with his own need. It doesn’t matter that we both fucked her until we were sore and tired just hours ago. Neither of us can get enough of Annie and by the way she’s drenching my fingers, it’s clear she’s in the same state.

“Sopping. She’s sopping wet, aren’t you, sweetheart.”

“God, yes.” I cup her ass in my palms and lift her onto the table. Easy presses her down and climbs on top of the old oak structure. Easy’s grandma gave this to him when we moved in. I bet she had no idea what we’d use it for.

“Open your mouth, Little Red. You need to suck my cock while Michigan takes care of your pussy.”

I don’t hear her response. She probably can’t make one because she’s got cock in her mouth, but Easy’s grunting his pleasure. “That’s right, baby. Take it all in. Open your throat up good.”

Annie was a virgin when she met us but she took to sucking cock like a pro and now she can swallow us whole. There’s no real comparison to how good it feels to fuck a girl’s mouth with abandon, knowing she can take you so deep that you come straight down her throat.

But then there’s also nothing better than being nose deep up your woman’s fucking sweet pussy. I dive in, scissoring my fingers inside her channel. I suck on her pussy lips and give her tiny clit a rough and thorough tongue lashing. She bucks under my tongue and mouth and I’m forced to wrap a hard arm around

her hips to pin her to the table. She comes, a stream of juices flooding my mouth.

While she’s still spasming, I stand abruptly, grabbing my heavy cock and thrusting it inside her. I can feel her walls close around me, gripping me tight as I start shafting her hard enough that the table shakes beneath us.

“Oh Michigan. Oh God,” I hear her scream. It’s just one long orgasm now. I plunge into her, slapping her clit just enough to make her shout again. Her inner walls clamp down hard as the waves of her orgasms overtake her. Easy climbs off and take his cock, wet from her mouth, and spurts his come all over her chest. I close it all out as I finish inside her, shuttering my eyes and throwing my head back to savor the intense, ball busting, cock shuddering pleasure she wrings from me.

“Goddamn,” I half groan, half laugh. We both moan as I ease out of her. My still hard cock chafes her tender tissues. A hot, wet thing slaps my chest and I look down to see a washrag that Easy must have gotten.

I peel it off and press it against her swollen, well used pussy. “You okay, sweetheart?” I ask.

She lolls her head to the side and squints at me. “I’m tired. One of you is going to have to carry me to bed.”

“Want a soak before?”

She looks at the clock in the kitchen. “It’s two in the morning? No, I’m too tired for that. Take me to bed.”

She doesn’t have to ask again. Easy sweeps her up and I grab the sheet abandoned on the floor. Whatever issues we got, can be sorted out in the morning. For now, I gotta take care of our girl.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Easy

If it’s not one thing, it’s another.

Last night I had to talk Michigan down from killing Annie’s father and getting sent away for life imprisonment. This morning I have to convince Annie that she should go to a doctor. She’s not having any of it. The last time she was in the hospital it was because her old man put her there.