Forsaken Control (Oathkeepers MC) (22 page)

2 Piece clears his throat, pulling Avery’s head up. “Okay shorty, lean back into Ares, it’s my turn.”

She rests against me so her back is flush to my chest. Wrapping my arm around her waist and then my other over her tits, I hold her to me still steadily rocking into her. She lays her head back onto my shoulder, watching 2 Piece in front of her.

She’s in the perfect spot, exposing the lightly tanned soft skin of her neck. Her body is riddled with little nibble marks from 2 Piece always biting her, but I think it’s sexy as fuck to know she’s marked. She belongs to us, and I want everyone to know it. Licking up her sweet skin on her throat, I clamp down, nibbling lightly with my teeth, but sucking strongly, creating a rich, dark red mark, marring her where everyone can easily see it. I hope she doesn’t get upset over it, but I’m sure she’ll realize I did it on purpose.

2 Piece sits in front of her, bending to put his face in her perfect juncture. I watch his tongue as it licks up and down, quickly licking her bud like a kitten after some cream. It’s so fucking hot watching the man you love licking the woman you love’s pussy. There’s nothing like it, especially when you’re being included in it all.

“Ohhhhh!” She cries out and I twist her chin to me, taking her mouth in a strong kiss, muffling her cries of pleasure, just how 2 Piece likes it.

I continue to pump into her, the ridge of my cock head, drawing her back toward me as I pull it out, just to sink it back into her. Occasionally, she attempts to cry out, but I swallow each plead of pleasure, taking all that I can get, owning her as 2 Piece eats her pussy.

She can’t take much more of the constant attention to her body, and I feel her little hole start to squeeze me tightly, telling me that she’s ready. Her body speaks to mine, ordering me on what to give to her, on what all I can take. Only I vow to take everything. I want it all, her body, her heart and her fucking soul. Mine, all mine.

Releasing her lips, I clamp my eyes closed tightly, bending my head as I pant savagely, making myself attempt to hold back. These emotions bubbling up belong to the fuckin’ monster buried down deep, and I know if I don’t stay in control right now, I will seriously hurt her. Crushing Avery’s delicate little body as I claim her like some fucking rabid beast is not something I want her to experience.

“I love you, Ares,” she croons lovingly against my ear. Her silky voice washes over me, and it’s like a warm bath, surrounding me in what I need. She instantly calms me, her voice centering me, bringing me back to just focusing on her.

“Love you, too, Angel,” I grumble as I give in to my cock’s blistering need to spill itself inside of her. It’s almost as if I have this need inside to spread my seed into her a much as possible. I’ve never thought of children before—being way too fucked up inside—but suddenly I can’t help the flashes of images fluttering through my mind, imaging her belly swollen with my babe growing inside of her.

My come spurts with that last thought, coating her insides in everything that I have. I’ll give her anything I possibly can. Everything…just so she’s a part of me.

“Fuck,” I murmur, pulling back after a moment, as I can’t get those thoughts away from my mind. I don’t know what’s fuckin’ came over me and it’s trippy. I didn’t even want an ol’ lady, and now I’m imagining knocking one up.

I step back from them, letting them have their own time. I’m finished, but they’re still lost in the haze of their own orgasms.

I sit, propped against the headboard and watch as 2 Piece lays her back, sliding into her easily as she’s still full of my come. He sucks on her small tits, making sweet love to them with his mouth. They are utterly beautiful together. 

I can’t believe my come doesn’t bother him being in her like that, but his face is turned to bliss as he experiences the amazing feelings I was just going through while deep in her cunt. It wouldn’t bother me either, honestly. Having his warm cum on me, the man I love, while deep inside the woman I love, sounds like perfection.

I’m so fuckin’ lucky they feel the same way about me. This wasn’t a relationship I ever believed possible, but fuck if I wouldn’t give them every single piece of me if I needed to. I just fuckin’ love them. I have to squash this bullshit with the Iron Fists. I can’t handle the fact that these two could be in serious danger. I will kill the entire goddamn club of the fuckin’ Iron Fists if needed. I’m done with them fucking with the people who matter the most to me. Time for a plan.

CHURCH

TWO WEEKS LATER…

Slamming the gavel down and looking to the faces of my brothers surrounding the table, I go over the plan we mapped out one last time. The room is damn near full with everyone, either back in town or still here from the club lockdown we implemented two weeks ago.

The club stayed locked down tight for three days, not letting anyone come or go. Everyone got bored and pissy, but it was worth it for their safety. We needed everyone here in the compound in case shit went down.

Prez and Nightmare stayed out at Mona’s house to make sure she was safe, and I damn sure wasn’t ‘bout to let the Prez be without some sort of fuckin’ protection. He wasn’t keen on it, but eventually relented when the members backed me up on the decision. Mona is way too sick to be movin’ around, so it was the next best thing we could do to keep them safe.

When nothing else happened to the club or any of its members and everything was quiet, we let up, but most of the brothers still stayed with their families a lot, to make sure they were safe. The loners took off to do whatever it is they do, needing a dose of freedom and have since returned now that we know a little more about the Iron Fists and what we have to do.

We’ve discovered that they originate out of Cali. They have a smaller Texas chapter to the west, between Odessa and El Paso, which we already knew about. The Texas chapter has about twenty members, a bunch of really nasty fuckers. The brothers were even more on edge hearing that the MC is a cesspool of rapists and women beaters.

I’m sure they have loved having free rein being located out in bum fuck Egypt. There is nothin’ out there, but dirt and boring ass highway. I’m fairly surprised we haven’t run into them on any of our runs down I-10. That being said, they’re a long way from home, being here in our area.

I so badly want to torch their fuckin’ club, but no matter how much we dig around, we can’t seem to find a location for anything. It’s like they just come up out of the fuckin’ ground and then disappear again. We’re going to have to pay them a little visit at the motel they’re staying in before they do something else or fuck off to God knows where.

The motel wasn’t hard to find. A few phone calls around Austin to other surrounding clubs confirmed that they had seen an Iron Fist on occasion. The other clubs were happy to give up the areas they had spotted them in, being that the Oath Keepers are old friends with many clubs and they’re not fans of the Iron Fists either. Once we had a few spots to search, we found their bikes in no time. We even confirmed it with a scared, brown haired hotel clerk of the Sunshine Inn a few days ago, who looked like he was gonna piss his pants when five of us piled into the hotel lobby. Since then he’s called every day to check in and keep us updated on whether any more or less of those fuckers are around there.

A plan started to formulate, while we were taking in the shithole conditions and the location being more on the outskirts of town. I’ve had some time to think of different approaches, and I think we finally have shit figured out. It’s been long enough that they more than likely think that we aren’t gonna retaliate or that we haven’t a fuckin’ clue where the ass clowns are located.

Yesterday we took their bikes and dropped them off at Rudy’s old chop shop garage in a ghetto part of Austin. Rudy can have the bikes scrapped in no time, that’ll give us a little extra cash to give to the family members who had to miss work due to the useless fuckin’ around. It’ll also make those pricks immobile besides maybe jacking a cage to use.

“Brothers, everything went down without a hitch last night, taking the bikes. So far there’s been no blowback. I’m assumin’ either the dumb fucks haven’t stolen any cages yet, or they’re plottin’ something. We need to strike soon, before they have a chance to get too creative.” I’m met with multiple grunts. Cain eats his lemon wedges with no reply, and Twist anxiously taps away on the large table in front of him.

Smiles leans forward, resting his elbows on the hard surface, “I think it’s best if the Nomads handle this.”

2 Piece sputters and the Nomads sit up straighter, their interest peaked. “No fuckin’ way. They attacked mine and Cain’s Ol’ Ladies; we get to collect on that debt, brother.”

“2 Piece.” Nightmare growls, “Smiles is right. If this blows back on the town some way, it’s better if we’re responsible for it versus the club that resides here.”

2 Piece turns to me, eyes pleading for me to side with him, but I can’t. As much as I would love to get my revenge on these scummy fuckers, I have to do what the Prez would do.

“Look, I have to think of what’s best for not only the club, but also the towns around us. If anything comes back afterward, then the Iron Fists will go after the NOMADS, taking the Fists away from the main compound and keeping the city safe along with our families.” Smiles nods his approval, while 2 Piece silently stews.

Twist cracks his knuckles, causing everyone’s eyes to glance towards him, “I want in.”

Cain scoffs, “You’re no Nomad, brother.”

“Maybe I oughta’ be? Sick an’ tired of fuckin’ pussies.”

2 Piece’s fist slams onto the table, with a boom, causing it to shake. “Shut the fuck up, Twist, for fuck’s sake. You ready to dip out so soon, after getting’ all cozy an’ shit with my baby sister, motherfucker?”

“Mind your own business, 2.” Twist smirks, egging him on. They’ve had this back-and-forth bullshit goin’ on now for far too long. Eventually it’ll come to blows or 2 Piece will shot him, if they don’t start burying it.

“All right, let’s get back to the issue at hand. Twist, we gotta vote if you’re serious about goin’ Nomad, and then you gotta call in for a transfer. Take a few days to drink and sleep on it.” Twist nods, satisfied for the time being.

“Ex, Night, you boys are familiar with the pig farm. You remember how we took the Twisted Snakes MC out there?” They both nod. “Same deal, take them there alive if possible, chop them up, and feed them to the pigs. We don’t need any of them out floating around. See if you can get any kind of information out of them first.”

Exterminator checks me over, scanning my face carefully with his menacing gaze, almost as if he’s looking for something. “Anything specific we supposed to be finding out?”

“No. In fact anything you find out will be a bonus. Just finish these fuckin’ Fists; I’m ready to move onto other business.”

Smiles peeps in, “Guns.”

“Yes brother, we’re due for another run. We need to make some bank. Cain, have you spoken to the Russian?”

“Yeah bro, he’s ready; he has a new shipment of some specialty guns. It’s supposed to be some Call of Duty type shit. I briefed 2 Piece on it already.”

“2 Piece, what’s the plan?”

“I spoke to Tate, told him to hold on to it all, that we had us a little shit storm goin’ on right now, but that someone would be heading to Tennessee soon for pick up.”

“Good. I still don’t want anyone alone, especially the females. Not even to walk outside or take a piss. They are more vulnerable right now especially with shit ‘bout to pop off. Prez’s buddy from the fencing company came by. The gates have been updated along with the new razor wire along the tops. Ol’ boy put an electric wire running through it, so we can have it on anytime we want. And,  if anyone cuts the fence, we’ll know that the connection is lost. We added in a few more cameras and Exterminator has been monitoring the feeds. That should put an end to motherfuckers breaching our compound walls. If it happens after this, I’mma build a goddamn moat around this bitch. Anything else?”

Everyone remains quiet, a few smirking at my moat comment. They all know I’m beyond sick and tired of dealing with this fuckin’ gate bullshit. I press on about my personal issue. “I need to bring something to the table. I know some of you have pretty well figured it out and all, but then some of you gossip like a bunch of fuckin’ school girls, too.” Glancing over at 2 Piece again, he grins, ready for me to get it out in the open. “We wanted to make this shit official sooner but with everything happening, we haven’t had everyone in one place at the same time since the fuckin’ lockdown.

“Avery, 2 Piece, and I are in a relationship. Avery is no longer just the property of 2 Piece. I’m officially laying claim. The bitch belongs to the both of us. I expect you all to show her the respect she deserves being whom she belongs to. She’s the VP and SAA ol’ lady, for fuck’s sake. Besides London, she’s the top bitch around here. Y’all got shit you need help with for functions and what not, ask those two.  I know they would be thrilled to help out any way they can. Anybody got shit to say ‘bout it?”

Cain chuckles, “Yeah, bro. It’s about fuckin’ time!” He was one of the few who had figured it out already and actually seemed really supportive, thank fuck. Brother’s basically my best friend, and I would have hated to lose him ‘cause he couldn’t get on board with my choice.

“Yeah, yeah, little dick, don’t razz on me.” At that, the room lightens and a few more chuckles sound off. Brother’s grinning happily at 2 Piece at me.

“All right, we good?” I gaze around the table. I’m met with stares full of respect. With the news I just shared, it’s surprising. I wasn’t even sure they would accept my feelings at all, but in reality they seem to support me more just bein’ real with them about it. I should have known, that’s one thing about the Oath Keepers, there’s no fuckin’ judgment about shit like this. I seemed to forget that along the way, trying to make myself believe that I didn’t give a shit what anyone else thought, when in the end, I
do
care. This is my family, a room full of brothers, who have devoted their time and lives to protecting me if needed. The pit in my stomach gets a bit smaller with another thing finally coming to rest.