Tiny (20 page)

His hands moved from her
hips around to her stomach, drawing her up against his body. Fingers tweaked
her nipples as another hand slid down to cup her mound.

“I want to feel you come on
my dick,” Tiny said, growling against her neck. “Fuck.” He shouted the curse,
which echoed off the walls. Crying out, she let herself go feeling her orgasm
rage through her.

Turning her onto her back,
Tiny placed her in the center of the bed. He was still hard as rock. She
couldn’t believe the stamina of the man.

Opening her thighs wide,
Tiny fisted his shaft before sliding back inside. She should have been
embarrassed by how easily he stroked inside her.

“I love how wet you are for
me.” He took her hands within his, locking their fingers together. Tiny pressed
them to the bed beside her head. She stared into his eyes as he tenderly
started to make love to her. Leaning down he claimed her lips, plunging his
tongue into her mouth. She moaned, opening her lips to receive him.

“I fucking love you,” he
said, biting down on her bottom lip. “I’ll never grow tired of this. You’re
mine.”

She didn’t know how long
they lay on the bed as it felt like a lifetime to her. In his arms with his
cock inside her and all of his attention focused on her Eva knew she could
never walk away from him. Her path was melded with his.

****

Tiny pushed inside her
feeling the beginning of his orgasm. He wouldn’t close his eyes. More than
anything he wanted to watch her come apart. Holding onto her hands he stared at
the woman he loved with all of his heart. She took every part of him and never
once let him get away with shit. Evangeline Walker was his soul mate. He felt
it deep into his core.

Pressing inside her one
final time his cum erupted, filling her body with his seed. He closed his eyes,
and memories of Eva swamped him. The seconds that passed were precious to him,
and yet he worshipped every memory. The day Tate graduated and Eva stood by his
side even though he was covered in dirt and grease from working. The times he’d
gotten home from the club and she’d been there with a warm meal and smile. Even
the times he got home after fucking a woman who wasn’t her and she’d screamed
and raged at him.

No, Eva was not a weak-willed
woman. She was what he needed in a woman. When he needed to be taken care of
and not have shit, Eva gave it to him. When he needed a kick up the ass, she
gave it to him with equal measure. She made him earn her respect and attention.
No other woman had made him fight for a crumb whereas Eva made him fight for a
chance to be with her.

He loved her with his whole
heart, and he would sacrifice everything to keep her safe. His club meant the
world to him, but Eva was his sanity.

Collapsing against her he
basked in her scent and the feel of her pussy fluttering around his length.

“Tiny, baby, you’re
squashing me,” Eva said, coughing.

Moving to her side, Tiny
stayed inside her not wanting to leave the warmth of her body. Releasing her
hand, he leaned on one of his hands, and he caressed her face with the other.

“Is it me, or did Tiny, the
deadly leader of The Skulls, just make love to me?” she asked, smiling.

Leaning down, he captured
her lips and smiled. “
Shh
, don’t tell anyone. I’ve
got a reputation to protect.”

“I can only imagine what men
would think of a guy who makes love and not fucks.”

“Hey, I fucked your brains
out, and I was being considerate to you, baby. I don’t want you all hurt.”
Kissing her again, he chuckled at her moan. Her cunt tightened around his
dick.
 
 

Her fingers stroked up and
down his arm. Sighing, he’d never felt so complete before in his life.

Taking hold of one of her
hands, he pressed a kiss to the finger that wore his band. “My ring looks good
on you.”

“Will you be willing to wear
a ring from me?” she asked, smirking.

“Baby, I’ll wear anything
you give me with pride.”

She giggled as he rubbed his
nose against hers. “You’re just a big cuddly teddy bear.”

Laughing, he locked their
fingers together still with his head resting in his free hand. All the worries
of the last forty-eight hours melted away. “Only with you, and don’t forget I can
still bite.” He bit down on her nipple for good measure.

Her giggling turned into a
moan. He felt her pussy ripple around him as he tortured her bud.

“I’ll get you a ring,” Eva
said as he released her bud. Her hand tightened around his. “I need to make
sure all those women swarming around you know you’re mine.”

He nodded, thinking about
Fort Wills. Tiny wondered what mess he would find when he returned. The
compound was burned to the ground.

“Just to warn you when I’m
your woman I won’t be nice to the other bitches. They try it on with you, and
they’ll answer to me. No cheating, no screwing around on me, Tiny.”

“I’m all yours.” He squeezed
her hand again hoping she got the message.

Her smile dropped. “What are
you thinking about?”

“Nothing,
baby.”

“You don’t get to do that
anymore. I’m not going to be pushed aside. When you’re worrying about
something, share it with me. I’ll carry the burden with you.” She didn’t pull
away even though he expected her to.

“I’m thinking about my men
and the club.”

“Tate told me Sandy burnt it
down to the ground,” Eva said.

“Yeah, Stink got the order
to pass on the failsafe.”

“Do you mind me asking why?”
She lifted their hands in the air. “Why burn your compound to the ground? Why
create a failsafe?”

“To
protect the club and the men.
Details
about our contracts, our runs, and even my men were locked up tight in that
fucking compound. We all agreed that nothing could be left to someone else
stumbling on shit. Disposing of all evidence is the only way to go. With Snitch
back, he’s going to go after the club and anyone associated with my men.” Tiny
sighed, seeing the ambush once again in his mind. Lash, Nash, Murphy, and Zero
all falling. They were all his men, and yet he’d ignored his unease and just taken
the job anyway.

“How will you know they’re
alive?” Eva asked. “You know Stink and Killer are alive, but what about the
others?”

“They know to get in contact
with Alex. He’ll round them up, and then we’ll know when to hit out.” Tiny
didn’t like how slowly his men were coming back to him. Last time he checked
none of them had heard from Lash, Nash, or Murphy.

“Snitch has an issue, and
he’s going to try to take Fort Wills to get revenge on you.” Eva wasn’t asking
a question.

“Yeah, Killer’s going to
protect Tate. She won’t leave town, which just shows what a pain in the ass she
is. I can’t force her to leave. She’s staying in case Murphy shows up, stubborn
fucking bitch. Killer’s there, so I’m not too concerned. I know him, and he’ll
protect all of the women.” He couldn’t force his daughter to leave town when he
wasn’t even there to make sure she did as she was told. “Strong willed girl.”

Eva chuckled. “She takes
after her father.”

“Whatever. She should learn
to do as she’s told,” Tiny said, getting angry.

“Easy, Killer will protect
her, and I imagine the town will do whatever they can to keep themselves safe.
They’ll know everything you’ve done for them now.”

He nodded, wishing he could
believe her words. “Or I’ll find out how much they hate having a biker group
keeping order.”

“If this man is as bad as
you say he is then I don’t doubt their loyalty to you.”

Tiny hated the way the mood
was going. Pulling out of her body, he grabbed a robe, wrapping it around him.
“I’m going to go and check on Alex. He likes to keep everything to himself.”

“Fine, go and do your leader
thing. I’m going to watch a movie or get some sleep. It has been a long couple
of weeks.”

Moving away from the bed,
Tiny got to the doorway. “What did your father say about my proposal?” he
asked, turning back to her.

She groaned, her face going
into the pillow. Her rounded ass called to him, but he stayed still.

“Come on, it can’t be that
bad.” Leaning against the wall, he folded his arms across his chest.

“He doesn’t want you taking
over for his men. Gavin is a more ideal solution to him,” Eva said.

Tiny hated the sound of
Gavin and her father more and more. He’d not gotten to know the other man, but
he clearly loved his daughter, even if he hadn’t followed her when she left.

“You’re my woman. You wear
my ring,” he said.

“I know that. I kneed Gavin
in the balls when he told me you were too old for me.”

Annoyed, Tiny tensed up. He
would like to show this fucking Gavin who was fucking old and not.

“Good girl, baby. I’ll be
back. Don’t disappear on me.” He spun on his heel and headed out of the room.
Several guards were posted outside of his door. They gave him a nod as he
closed the door.

“Make sure she doesn’t leave
this room and no one enters besides me,” he said.

“Of course, Tiny,” the guard
said, answering him.

Leaving the hallway he went
into the elevator and punched for the third floor where he knew Alex set up his
business. If there was ever a raid or a burglary, Alex didn’t like to be
obvious in his choice of storage.

“You’ve gotten away already?
I figured I wouldn’t see you for a day at least.”

“I’ve got my men to worry
about,” Tiny said, sitting down opposite his former brother-in-law. “Have any
of them gotten in touch?”

Alex handed him a piece of
paper. “Zero is recuperating. He’s not given me his location, but he’s
desperate to get the bastards for hurting him.”

Tiny listened as Alex went
down the list of men who had gotten in touch. “You’ve still not heard anything
from Lash, Nash, and Murphy?”

“No. I’m making calls to
local hospitals asking for Nigel and Edward. They’ll use their real names.”

“What about Murphy?
Any news at hospitals for him?”
He couldn’t return home to
take back his town without his daughter’s man. She was pregnant, and anything
could make that pregnancy go wrong. He couldn’t risk hurting his daughter any more
than he already had.

“Nothing,
Tiny.
I can’t find him. Killer told me he saw Murphy’s bike
explode.”

“Murphy is a good rider. He
can’t be dead.”

Staring at Alex, he saw the
somber expression on his face. “You may have to consider the fact he could be
dead.”

Standing up, Tiny stormed
toward the window staring out over the Vegas landscape. “I can’t do that.”

“Tiny, be reasonable.”

“Murphy is Tate’s husband.
They’re expecting their first baby. I can’t go back without bringing him with
me.” Tiny pressed his palm to the window, feeling the panic start to claw up
inside him.

“Then for your sake, I hope
he’s alive. You don’t want to wait around while Snitch gets any stronger.”

Tiny stayed in his position
staring out of the window.
Murphy, where
the fuck are you?

****

“What are we waiting for?”
Kelsey asked, coming out of the bedroom. Sophia, Angel, and Tate were staying
with them in the small apartment. Killer hadn’t allowed the women to leave once
he’d spoken to Tiny. His mission was to keep all of them safe.

Staring out of the window,
Killer wished he knew what the hell was going on. The women were crying,
then
reasoning with each other. None of them knew the danger
each of their men had faced on the road.

“You’re not waiting for
anything.” He checked his gun for the tenth time.

“You’re waiting for
something though.” Kelsey sat opposite him. He was struck by her cherry blonde
hair. Killer didn’t even care that the color came out of a box. He’d seen Tate
dye her hair before.

“The men who attacked were
not doing it for fun.” He rubbed a hand down his face feeling tired from
everything that had happened. His side hurt from the grazed bullet. Kelsey was
taking care of him though, and he felt good just by being in her presence. “They
wanted something, and with Sandy stopping by with shit from the compound’s
safe, Tiny knows they want it as well.”

“Do you think they’re coming
to town?”

He’d burned his cut around
the back of the apartments. Alex advised he cut all visible ties with the club
until Tiny said further.

“Yeah, they’re coming to
town. I’m simply waiting for them to arrive.”

Kelsey let out a shaky
breath and turned away. “I’ll make a drink.”

“Coffee,
please.”
He didn’t watch her walk
away. Whenever he stared at her shapely ass Killer wanted her.

Ten minutes later he held
the coffee in his hand as the rumble of bikes sounded close by. Staring out of
the window he recognized the bikes as they passed by. “Here we go,” Killer
said. Grabbing Tate’s cell phone he dialed Alex’s number.