Black Sheep (Rawkfist MC Book 1) (18 page)

Justice

C
ourt sure loves his secrets. I didn’t even
know he had a cousin. In fact, I specifically remember asking if he had any
family besides Felix and the love of my life said no. Well, I also remember sensing
he was lying but whatever. I’m still a little unsure how I feel about Court
keeping pointless secrets. If he’s doing club business, I don’t want to know.
If he has family in the town over, I wouldn’t mind having a heads up.

I want to be
irritated at Court, but he’s too frigging adorable carrying around Matilda. She
sits between us when we stop for hot dogs. Poppy and Felix are locked together,
discussing various nerd gamer crap that I don’t understand. Otto’s fit
apparently worked out some of his crabbiness, and he’s now a perfect, little
gentleman sitting between Journey and Christine. At the end of our table, the
secret cousin eats a hot dog while avoiding every conversation.

“You’re
pissed,” Court whispers against my ear.

His breath is
hot, and I know he’s purposely being a sexy stud, so I’ll forget about his
secrets.

“Not at all,” I
lie. “I’m a very content person.”

Court smirks.
“We’ll talk later.”

“No, I’ll talk,
and you’ll listen with a look of guilt plastered on your handsome face.”

“I’m in big trouble,”
Court tells Matilda in a feigned scared voice. She smiles with a mouthful of
hot dog. “I hope I don’t get grounded.”

“A whipping is
more like it,” I say and then make the mistake of imagining me smacking his
bare ass with a belt. Now I’m not angry as much as curious about how that scene
would play out.

Court
likely knows where my mind has gone because
he gives me a cocky smile. I choose to ignore him for the meal. While he’s
tortured with my silence, I daydream about him over my knee. Yeah, that’ll be a
fun punishment.

The kids are
less energetic after filling up with heavy foods.
I file this information in my mental “later” box in case I
ever need to crush a child’s enthusiasm.

“I don’t want
to ride anything,” Poppy moans, rubbing her stomach. “I think I ate too many
nachos.”

“We all think
that,” I tell my sister who pretends to hit me.

Christine looks
queasy too, and I wonder what she was thinking to order jalapenos at a fair. No
doubt tonight, she’ll need to sit on the toilet while cradling a trash can.

“How’s Jared?” Journey
asks Christine while we watch a local band suck for everyone to see.

Christine
frowns at her daughter. “How would I know?”

“I think he
might drop by tonight,” Journey says.

“Whatever.”

Poppy leans
over to me and whispers, “The sex wasn’t good.”

“Shut up,
Pauline,” Christine growls.

Poppy’s eyes
widen, and she keeps her mouth shut. Christine only pulls out her youngest
daughter’s real name when in an especially touchy mood.

Court watches
the exchange and then smiles at me. I don’t know what he’s thinking, but he’s a
happy hunk right now. Feeding off of his good mood, Matilda bounces on Court’s
shoulders, completely oblivious to how much the band blows.

Another singer
comes on stage and does a cover of Shania Twain’s
Man! I Feel Like a Woman!
.
I smile since this is one of the few country songs I know. Enjoying it too, Journey
throws her arms around Christine’s neck and sways back and forth, forcing our
mother to dance.

I take
Matilda’s hand, and we sway to the beat. Court clearly forgets children
surround us because his gaze locks onto my bouncing boobs. I roll my eyes, even
while loving how he never tires of seeing, thinking, touching, licking, or
knowing my B-cup melons. Talk about a confidence booster.

Otto and Felix
don’t want to dance. They’re awkward boys and want to do what they think is
“cool.” Poppy has never once been cool in her entire life. However, the kids
are too young to know this fact, and they mistakenly think she’s awesome. When
she does her white girl swaying dance move, they imitate her perfectly. At this
point, I could crap my pants and still not be the most embarrassing person in
our group.

“Fuck me,”
Court growls under his breath.

“Okay but
where?” I ask, glancing around. “This place is crawling with kids.”

“Look,” he
says, turning me to face the approaching threat.

Even without
seeing Becca, I know there’s only person who makes Court rage and the kids
shirk in fear. Matilda notices her mother approaching and wants down. Fun time
is over in the kid’s mind.

Becca struts
like a woman ready to destroy an army, despite arriving without her entourage.

“Look at you
playing daddy with kids that ain’t even yours. Fucking martyr shit.”

“Hi, Mom,” Otto
says.

With her gaze
locked on Court, Becca nods at Otto’s comment but never looks at the kid. “I’ll
go ahead and take them with me now.”

“Astrid said I
can watch them for the evening.”

“She isn’t
their fucking mom!” Becca yells, scaring the crap out of everyone in a
three-mile radius. “I am, and I say they’re coming with me.”

When Court
steps closer to her, the gesture feels threatening. “Don’t do this.”

“Fuck off.”

Court crosses
his arms. “They’re having fun. They aren’t going with you.”

“Are you
stealing my kids?” she cries before reaching for Matilda. “Come on.”

The girl doesn’t
know what to do and looks to me for help. I pick her up which is probably the
wrong move. Seeing me usurp her maternal authority sends Becca into a stomping
and screaming rage.

“I swear I’m
going to call the cops on all of you! I’m going to press charges and send Court
back to prison!”

Around us, fairgoers
become agitated over the idea of the Sheriff’s Department sending deputies into
Tumbling Rock. They aren’t the only ones upset. Next to me, Felix breathes too
fast while struggling against tears. Poppy looks at Christine to handle shit,
but our mother isn’t good at confrontations. On my other side, Court and
Donovan share a silent conversation about where to hide Becca’s body.
Meanwhile, the bitch’s temper sparks hotter.

Journey
finally sighs in the way she does when Poppy
and I argue, and she’s about ready to slap someone. Walking past Court and me,
she seems almost bored when staring at Becca.

“I’ll give you
two choices,” she tells Becca, who shuts up when faced with the
straddle-punching woman from Telly’s bar. “Choice one allows you to walk away
and save face. Choice two involves me punching you until your jaw shatters, and
your big mouth ends up wired shut.”

Becca looks
around for help or a shield. Journey inches closer and leans forward.

“Do you walk
away or end up flat on your fat ass? I won’t ask again before I make the choice
for you.”

Becca’s face is
still swollen and bruised from her last run-in with Journey. The choice before
her is obvious. Becca hates me. She hates Journey. No doubt she hates Court and
probably her kids too. Everyone sucks, and she wants to punish us all for
ruining her good day.

Despite her
righteous anger, Becca knows Journey will bust open her face. That shit will
hurt, too. Pain is something Becca hands out but doesn’t embrace herself.

“What the fuck
ever,” Becca growls, stepping back. “I hope my kids puke on you.”

Journey
doesn’t react. She’s all hard jaw and cold
eyes. If I didn’t know her, I’d think my sister was a psycho.

We all stay
very still until Becca disappears around a corner.

Journey
turns around and shrugs. “Anyone up for
cotton candy or am I the only one not ready to puke?”

I hold her hand
against my heart. “If I was into chicks and you and I weren’t related, I’d be
crushing on you so hard right now.”

Court smiles at
Journey. “If I weren't in love with your sister, I’d be stalking you at this
point.”

Frowning, I
shake my head. “I don’t support that.”

“You’re fine,”
he teases while taking my hand and tugging me away from my annoyed sister.

I glance back
to find Otto staring at Journey as if she’s magic. He’s a kid who only
understands power. His mom has it over most people, but Journey shut the bitch
down.
Now Journey is Otto’s queen.

Donovan is
checking out Journey too, but less in an awed by a “mother-figure” way and more
in a “that chick is tough and has a nice rack and her ass is solid too” way. I
file this information in my “torment Journey about this later” file.

Despite Court’s
secrets, Becca’s shit-tastic behavior, and way too many hot dogs, I’m having the
time of my life at the fair. If my father showed up, things might be perfect.
Or maybe not. He and Christine can’t figure out what the queef to do with their
lust or the grudges they still hold. I hope by the time I have a kid of my own,
my parents will be over their drama so I can have my family together.

Justice

A
big part of working in Tumbling Rock is
dealing with regulars. I’m expected to remember names, buying habits, and even
their life stories shared in small bits every time they come into the store.

Most of the
customers walk in with knowledge about my family, Court, and the drama with
Becca. The only person who doesn’t seem to know my every fart, especially my
having a boyfriend, is the closest to a stalker I’ve ever had.

Allen Mackey
comes into the Mart every day after work. He picks up a pack of cigarettes, a
candy bar, and a Mello Yellow Zero. Then he talks me up until I make an excuse
to shut down his chatty mouth. He’s harmless enough, but I wouldn’t turn my
back on him. I’ve learned not to turn my back on anyone in Tumbling Rock
besides Court and Felix. I don’t even trust Matilda not to pull a weapon and
aim for the spot between my shoulder blades. People in this town are shifty as queef.

My hunk strolls
into the Mart, seemingly blind to me. His gaze is completely focused on Allen.

“Hey, baby
love,” I say, trying to draw his attention. “That’s my boyfriend,” I whisper to
Allen, who doesn’t catch the hint.

“I’ll see you
tomorrow,” Allen says, taking his bag and walking past Court.

I leave the
counter where Ali loudly pops her gum. Court watches Allen even after I join
him.

“Is he the love
who got away?” I taunt when he doesn't acknowledge me.

Court
finally blinks a few times and then grins.
“You look delicious,” he says, giving me the once over.

Twirling for
him, I show off my simple black outfit. “Do I?”

“You’re wearing
a skirt,” Court says, fingering the seam. “It’s like you knew I’d drop by
today.”

His dark eyes
hold both amusement and an unquenchable lust. Desperate for his touch, my pussy
instantly clenches in response to his gaze.

“My car is
parked in the back, and I’m ready for my break.”

A smiling Court
takes my car keys. “I’ll be waiting.”

I want to run
after him, jump on his back, and ride him to the car where we’ll rock it enough
to ensure no one has the balls to knock.

Except I’m a
professional, and I can’t immediately run off with my man for a quickie in the
privacy of my car. First, I check over the revolving hot dogs and ask Ali to
sweep the soda area. Once everything is in order, I responsibly take my break
so I can hump my man in the privacy of my car.

The back
parking lot is always empty. It’s also blocked from two directions by a
concrete wall and a third direction by the Mart. I still study the area to make
sure no pervs are keeping watching.

Inside my
compact SUV, Court stretches out in the backseat while listening to the radio.
I climb in next to him and take a quick swig from my water bottle before
planting a kiss on his luscious lips.

“You were
jealous,” I breathlessly say as he slides his fingers under my skirt. “How
adorable.”

A smile crosses
his handsome face, but he remains silent. I feel his hand slip under my
panties. Searching for my clit, his finger presses deeper into my flesh. I sigh
when he hits the jackpot.

“Don’t rip my
panties. I still have to work another few hours.”

“I’ll do my
best,” he says, fingering me until I’m dripping wet against his hand.

Somehow, he
maneuvers himself enough to lower his jeans past his hips. I immediately seek
out his cock, wanting the relief of him inside me.

Moaning against
Court’s lips, I press down until the head of his cock teases my cervix. I’m
like Goldilocks, and my man’s cock fits just right.

Outside the
tinted windows, the world disappears until only Court and I exist. He shoves
his hand under my bra and pinches at my hard nipple. My hips roll steadily
against his, finding our rhythm.

With my hands
tugging at his hair, Court teases my clit mercilessly. He demands I come fast
and hard on his cock. My teeth nip at his bottom lip as the pleasure builds.

“Fuck me,” he
groans as I bounce faster on his cock. “Fuck me until I fill you with my seed. Justice,
don’t stop.”

I doubt I could
stop even if my dad knocked on the window and told me Jesus was very
disappointed in my behavior.

Court thrusts
harder into me, and my wet pussy tightens around his thick cock.

“Court,” I
whimper, finally hitting the magical moment where pleasure is all I understand.

My pussy spasms
until Court’s ball release into me. I grind down at against his erection,
sucking every drop of his seed into my body. I think I’m satisfied until Court
pinches my nipples. My pussy instantly reacts like a spoiled child, wanting
more pleasure. It’s never enough.

Court removes
his finger from my pussy and sucks at the juices. I watch him and want a taste
too. I need Court naked so I can savor every inch of him. A quick fuck in the
car won’t satisfy when I know how much more pleasure we can create.

“I love you,” I
moan into his mouth. “I need you to sleep over tonight and make me come.”

Court smiles
against my lips. I feel him still thrusting, still claiming every inch of my
pussy until he softens inside me. I lean back, so my shoulders rest against the
front seats. I look down at where we’re joined. My pussy never seems sexier
than when filled with Court’s cock.

“Tonight?” I
ask, almost scared he’ll tell me he has plans.

One hand plays
with my nipples while the other leisurely teases my clit. “Every night.”

“Can you fuck
me again before I need to get back inside?”

“Maybe. Will
you pull up your shirt so I can see your tits?”

Nodding
quickly, I tug up my shirt to reveal my hard nipples. Court doesn’t look
around. He simply knows we’re alone because we need to be alone. This has to
happen. No way can we return to our casual facades without another spell of
intense satisfaction.

Court licks
each nipple and then looks at the wet, hard flesh. He devours the left one,
sucking at the same pace his finger uses on my clit. Bracing my hands against
the car’s roof, I press down roughly against his cock. I want him thick and
hard inside me. No way can I come until I feel him stretch the walls of my
pussy.

His cock
responds to my sucking flesh until he’s erect inside me, thrusting upward in
forceful motions. He bites at my nipples, causing a delicious hint of pain to
mix with the hot delight between my legs.

We fuck hard
and fast in the car. There’s nothing beautiful about our animal need. No
romantic words. No softness. Our hunger can only be satisfied by a good
pounding.

Despite the
sweaty grunting, I never love Court more than right now. This man understands
me on a primal level. When he demands something from my body, I’m always
surprised by how much I savor the results. Our needs fit as perfectly together
as our cock and pussy do.

I come wildly
more than once. The sensation is too intense for me to keep count. He’s rougher
than I’ve enjoyed before, but I know his powerful touch is a result of his need
to claim me. We both need him to mark me.

Soon, we’re
forced to part. Court plans to run a club errand before driving over to my
place. Watching him go, I’m a juicy, rosy-cheeked, over-fucked mess, and that’s
just the way I like it.