Shattered (Shattered Souls MC 1)

I tip back my beer, letting the cold liquid calm me down. “I’ll figure it out.”

“I know you will, brother. I just don’t want to see you lose something good. We know how easy it is for lies to fuck shit up,” he says. “Now, if you’ll excuse me. I see someone who should be on her knees in front of me.”

I wish him luck and turn back to focusing on Harper. I’ll worry about talking to her later, becau

se right now my dick is in charge. It only takes a few steps before I’m behind her again. My possessive hands grab her hips and my fingers dig into her. My hands drag up her shirt, slowly trail over her tits. I move her hair off her shoulder and bite her ear. “I need to fuck you. Do you want Josie to join or just us?” I whisper in her ear.

Her eyes open and the fire I see in them is clear. “You don’t touch her, only me.”

I grin at her jealousy and nod. I grab Harper’s hand and Josie’s hand, pulling them apart and to the back with me. When we get to my door, I unlock it and we step inside. I slam my mouth to Harper’s and I feel Josie’s hands wrap around my waist, moving down. I immediately tense and Harper pulls away.

“Fuck no. I told you once, he’s mine. You’re hot and you got my panties wet, but I can’t share him.” She opens the door and points to it. “Get out.”

Josie looks to me and I cross my arms. Harper’s jealousy is hotter than the idea of the two of them. Disappointment crashes over her and she walks out with her head down.

“I’m sorry. I’ve had a lot of threesomes, but I can’t share you,” she says, pulling her shirt off. “The thought of anyone else’s hands on you makes me want to kill.” Her skirt drops to the floor and she stands before me in a black silk bra, panties, and those boots. “You’re mine, your cock doesn’t stray anymore.”

I keep my eyes locked on hers. I pull off my clothes and step forward, my hard dick tenting my boxers and she takes notice. “My dick is yours and I’m gonna fuck that pussy, which is mine.”

I lift her up and we drop down to the bed. We quickly shed the thin fabrics separating us. “Leave the boots on,” I groan.

Nothing is gentle. We are grabbing, scratching, biting. I slam into her without warning and she screams. I grab her legs, resting the bottom of her boots against my chest. I lean forward so her knees are bent and I tear her pussy apart, fucking her wildly. Her heels are digging into my chest, spurring me on. She reaches down and pinches her nipples, moaning. I keep my assault going, watching my dick violently going in and out of her. I suck on my finger and rub it on her ass. She thrashes under me, so I slowly push my finger into her ass.

“Fuck,” she yells, stilling for a minute.

I don’t stop though. As my dick fucks her cunt, my finger fucks her ass. She’s overwhelmed with the feelings I’m evoking from her body. It’s fucking beautiful.

“I’m gonna come,” she moans.

“Fuck yes, come all over me. Don’t fucking hold back, I need to feel it,” I growl.

My body is shaking, loving how she feels. Her boots are scratching me, drawing a small amount of blood, but it only adds to it all. Especially when her pussy grabs my dick, squeezing it tight. She screams my name, and I keep pounding into her. Her orgasm keeps going and I can’t fight my own release off any longer. I growl as my body shudders, nearly ripping me apart.

We lay there, panting as we recover. “So fucking good,” I whisper, kissing her soft lips.

The next week we spend every minute we can together. We’ve spent every night either at my place or at Souls. The guys are loving having her around and it just makes this all so much better for me. She hasn’t been back to her club and I’m sure Kingsley is raging pissed. I don’t ask her anything though. I know she’ll tell me when she’s ready. Right now, I’m enjoying how great it’s been.

She wanted to go shopping with Ivy today, so I have Finn following. Until I know for sure that note means nothing, I’m taking no chances. Especially because Kace and I are on our way to collect an overdue debt. Like I said, not everything we do is legal.

We pull up to the rundown neighborhood. It’s a well-known drug area. The only thing we were told is someone owes Brooks money. My curiosity is heightened when I realize that, but right now I have a job to do. I follow Kace to the address provided and we park our bikes. We’re extremely alert. I listen to every noise and my eyes jump around not missing a thing.

“Go around back, I’ll stay here. Text me when you’re ready,” I say.

My Glock is in my hand as I stare at the piece of shit wooden door. From the looks of it, I’ll be able to push it down with a finger. The property is set back off the road and even if it wasn’t, no one would notice because the weeds are so high, it nearly blocks everything from sight. My cell vibrates. In ten seconds we’ll both break the doors down. It’s the best way to go about shit like this, surprise them from both sides.

I silently count to ten, as I know Kace is. As I expected, the door falls off the hinges with just a push of my shoulder. “Frankie, where the fuck do you think you’re going?” I ask. Kace has his gun pointed at him bringing him back to the living room.

The house is disgusting. It’s dirty, dusty, and hasn’t been updated since the seventies. Everything is brown and yellow. I’m not even sure those are the colors it started out being. The carpet is yellow, but with dirty ashtrays spilled all over the place, it’s got a nice shade of gray as well. It smells awful like stale cigarettes and dirty dog. I just want to get this done and get the fuck out of here.

“Sit the fuck down,” Kace says, pushing him on the couch.

I walk over and lift my foot, pushing it against his dick. “You owe us money, Frankie,” I say, pushing my boot harder against him when he tries to move.

“No, no, I mean yes, but I need a little more time,” he says, his voice shaking.

“You got more time,” Kace hisses.

I push my boot against him even harder. “Do you have the money or is it all up your fucking nose?”