Skirt (Ruthless Kings MC #5) - K.L. Savage Page 0,60
doesn’t just come out and say it. It’s a soft punishment that I’ve longed for. It isn’t often I get hit, and I need to feel it, fucking need. It’s an aphrodisiac.
“Hey! Tuck your cock in. You can fuck pussy when we get back. We aren’t waiting around for you forever!” Poodle yells down the alley, and his voice reminds me that the Prez is waiting, and I’m getting lower on his list by making him stand around.
I slip out of her heat and push her panties and shorts back in place.
Here I am, knowing I’m about to get carved more than a piece of wood, and all I can think about is how my cum is pooling in her underwear and slicking up her folds for me to use later.
Yeah, I’m fucked.
Chapter Fifteen
DAWN
Waylon Jennings blares from the jukebox in the main room. Everyone is going on with their lives, drinking and having a good time, but I know what’s really going on. The music is turned up, people are drinking, but in the next room, Skirt is getting a heart carved in his chest.
“Tool has one,” a beautiful brunette woman sits next to me, green eyes like mine, but a tad lighter. She has two dogs next to her, Yeti and Tyrant if I remember correctly. Yeti is the reason why Poodle’s dog, Lady, got pregnant and had puppies. Skirt bought one, but he hasn’t had time to care for it yet, but maybe I can for him. With all the shit going on, he’ll never have time for a dog.
“One what?” I take a swig of beer.
“A heart on his chest. Tool got it for disobeying Reaper about staying away from me.”
My eyes linger on her curvy frame. She’s wearing a leather cut too, and as she bends down to pet the dogs, I see “Property of Tool” on the back. I want one of those. Unless Skirt doesn’t really view me as his ol’ lady. “They have their own laws around here. It’s just how it is. It might not seem like a big deal, but not listening to Reaper is one of the biggest crimes a brother can commit.”
“You act like Reaper is God.” I tilt the beer to my lips and take a few greedy swallows. My eyes land on Jasmine, who’s giving me the evil-eye along with Candy, the slut I throat punched. I’ll happily do it again if they don’t get their damn eyes off me.
“Here, he is, and you’ll be smart not to question that,” Juliette advises, and another woman sits to my left. Sarah, if I remember right.
“She’s right. Reaper can be brutal, but he has to be for the club to take him seriously,” the blonde says, and then catches thing one and thing two looking at us. “What the hell is their problem?”
“Me. Jasmine is mad that I fuck Skirt, and Candy is mad that I throat punched her when she tried to attack me because I said the guys had no standards.” I shrug, guzzling the rest of my drink until I’m fresh out. How long does it take to carve a damn heart?
Juliette and Sarah howl with laughter, slapping their knees as if it’s the funniest thing they’ve ever heard. Sarah’s cheeks are red, and Juliette snorts since she can’t control her breathing.
“That’s great. I love it. I like you.” Sarah wiggles a finger at me, and Yeti jumps up and licks it.
Jasmine struts over to me, swaying her hips in her red mini skirt and cheap pink lipstick. She’s only wearing a black leather bra, and her belly button is pierced. Candy is next to her as back up, and her tits are so big, she can’t even cross her arms over her chest. Her lips are just as fake as her blonde hair, along with her lashes. Is anything real on her?
“How can I help you skanks?” I ask as nicely as I can. I’m not really in the mood. I’ve had a hell of a night. I’m somewhat closer to getting my kid, saw Skirt kill a man, fucked next to a dumpster because apparently I have no class where I drop my panties for Skirt, and now he’s getting his chest scarred for life because of me.
I mean, if you think about it, all of this is because of me. If I’d never showed up, if he’d never found me on the road, none of this would be happening to them.