Deeds: Broken Deeds MC (6 page)

My blood boils and I feel the need to fucking kill my brother. Taking a step forward, I feel Goffa’s arm holding me back. He whispers in my ear to stay put, he’s fucking testing her. Fuck! The only thing I can do is stand here and watch.

“Damn, you smell fucking sweet. I bet your cunt tastes like cotton candy. Am I right?”

Fueled by anger, she barks out each word. “Move. The. Fuck. Away. From. Me.”

“Hush pretty girl, we’re just gonna have a little fun.” His fucking hand slides down her hip and heads for her pussy. “You’re gonna let me fuck this tight little cunt, right?”

Lynn’s hand slides behind her back. Moving fast, she lifts her arm back up, beside his head. The next sound my brother hears is the safety on the gun flipping off. She’s pressing it against the side of his head. My dumbass brother laughs while not realizing that Lynn is pissed as hell. Pretty sure part of it’s because he’s mentioned the word cunt two times.

“Like I said, move it, fucker! I can’t believe you have no fucking loyalty towards your brother. I’m his! And here you are making a pass at me? What the hell, you fucking manwhore!”

She brings her knee up fast and side steps as Broke doubles over. Lynn flips the safety back on and tucks the gun behind her back. She leans into Broke and yells in his ear. “Stay the fuck away from me. Some fucking
brother
-in-law you are.”

Broke forces himself upright and looks back at her. Taking a step closer, his smile grows. “Yeah, sister. I am. Let’s just say you got my vote, pretty girl. Oh, and I’m also gonna vote to get that property ink on your sweet tits. Nice place for it, don’t you think?”

My vision flashes red. The file I’m holding falls to the ground and I push Goffa off me with ease. I run towards Broke, spin the fucker around by his shoulder and crush my fist in his face. Blood streams down his face as I grab him by his shirt with both hands.

“Testing or not, you don’t
ever
touch her. Ever. You hear me? She’s mine. No one touches what’s mine. You don’t say a fucking word about her tits or her fucking cunt. You don’t even look or breathe near her. We clear?”

Broke is glaring at me like I’m the one who’s lost my fucking mind. “The two of you are made for each other, you know that right? What’s fucking wrong with you people?”

For that statement, I hit him again. What’s wrong with
me
? He’s the one all over my woman. Wrapping my hand around Lynn’s waist, I pull her against me. She stands next to Broke swings her foot back, and kicks him in the gut.

“You fucking take in what your brother just said, asshole!”

I grab the file off the floor and drag Lynn out of the clubhouse. She just admitted to my brother that she was mine. My dick needs to be as far up her cunt as I can push it. Fuck, I love this woman.

***Lynn***

Leaning heavily on the sink, I stare at my reflection in the mirror. Did that seriously just happen? Holy shit, it did. Deeds smashed his fist in his own brother’s face because of me. Protecting me. Defending
me
. I knew Broke was only testing me and I’m pretty sure I would act the same fucking way if he wasn’t, but still. Deeds must have known it too but I still saw him struggle against Goffa’s grip. He wanted to protect me.

Fucking hell, I still can’t believe where I am at this point. Just one look into Deeds’ eyes and I can tell he sure as fuck knows where we are, and what he wants. Me. My body betrays me and even my mind is barely hanging on. I want him. Badly. This is all so fucked up.

Undressing quickly, I step into the shower. The hot water helps to calm me down. Taking care to keep my stiches dry, I take a moment to shave. I save the best for last, washing my hair with my favorite brand of shampoo. I relax into this moment and let it soothe away the stress. Maybe that’s what I need to do with Deeds. Relax into the moment and try to enjoy myself. Enjoy Deeds. After all, it is my vacation time and all. Turning the water off, I grab a towel and dry my body. I wrap the towel around my torso, tightly securing it over my tits.

Walking into the bedroom, I see Deeds lying on the bed. He’s got a towel around his waist, indicating he must have used the shower in the other bedroom. I have to look away before he catches me staring. Those inked muscles on show make my body tingle.

While bending over to reach for my bag, my towel loosens and drops before I can catch it. I fucking swear I didn’t mean for it to happen. Acting like nothing’s wrong, before I embarrass myself even more, I reach for one of my big shirts I like to sleep in. Before I can straighten, I feel a hand slide up and down my back. This simple touch makes my pulse race. Stopping at the base of my neck, Deeds’ grip tightens as he kicks my legs further apart so he has a much better view of my pussy. The fingers of his other hand slide over my clit.

“You’re gonna let me play, aren’t you?”

Against my will, a moan leaves my throat. My body is overpowering my mind and is responding to him. I swear I have nothing to do with it. Fuck! I’m messed up. Before I can protest, he slides one finger deep inside me. My pussy hugs his finger real tight, clenching with sheer pleasure. Deeds growls as he slides out his finger. With a curse he reaches inside my bag to pull out one of my leather belts.

“Pull your arms back.” His voice is low and rough.

What the hell is he going to do? In spite of my nerves, that single order makes my body shake with desire. Before I can argue or ask what he’s up to, I hear his voice softening.

“Just trust me. I’m only gonna loop the belt around your arms to keep them locked behind your back. This way I can hold you down while I fuck you hard. Now bring those arms back for me.”

Well, when you put it like that... Hell no! I’m about to turn when I feel a hard slap on my ass.

“Now, Hotlips, or you’re not getting my dick.”

I raise my elbows slightly above my back and he ties them together with my belt. This feeling it gives me makes me catch my breath, anticipation wrapped with heat. My arms are locked in place and they’ve got nowhere to go. He’s holding the belt in the middle and he’s in complete control.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. I hate not being in control but somehow, with him, my excitement spikes and I let go. I’ve been with five men and every single one was a lazy lay. If I wanted to get off, I had to do all the fucking work. I need to be on top. I need to be the one in charge between the sheets. And as sad as it sounds, all the fucking I’ve ever done has been between the sheets. Except for the way Deeds fucked me at the gym.

Thinking back to that moment and his solid grip on me, my pussy clenches with need. My breathing hitches. Not knowing what he’ll do next is exciting and maybe a little bit frightening. It’s like my body listens to him and he knows what my body craves. And dammit, it’s almost humiliating how wet I am.

By the way I feel the tip of his dick teasing my entrance, I know he’s holding onto it. Playing with himself and with my juices. Closing my eyes at the soft teasing, I push back a little with each slide.

“Don’t fucking move. This is for my enjoyment, not yours. We’ll get to you, but first we’re taking care of me.”

He pushes me down with the hand that’s holding on to the belt. I have no other choice but to submit to his whims. But with the feeling he’s stirring inside me right now, I am more than willing to comply. With no warning, Deeds slams his dick inside me so hard his balls curve around to smash into my clit. The scream that leaves my throat bounces off the walls and mixes with Deeds’ loud growl. His other hand goes into my hair as he wraps it around his fist and pulls back. He moves my body using both hands, slamming my hips back onto his dick, pushing me off and pulling me back. Fuck, this feels good. The slight burn of an orgasm fires up and I clench my inner walls at the intense feeling. Deeds growls again but pulls out. The fist in my hair disappears as he smacks my ass.

“Don’t you fucking come without my permission. The way you grab hold of my dick, I won’t last very long. And this,”

He smacks an open hand against my pussy as pain and pleasure shoot through me.

“Is mine to play with all fucking night long. Mine. That means I get to say when it’s filled up, empty, clenching, getting wetter or fucking coming. We clear, Hotlips?”

“Put your fucking mouth on my pussy if you wanna keep talking. Maybe the vibrations will set me off. Fucking idiot! Do I look like I fucking care? Show me how you’re gonna treat this pussy instead of talking about it.”

A strong arm goes around my waist and he throws me on the bed, pushing my head to the mattress and pulling my ass up in the air. Placing one knee on the mattress and one foot next to my head, he pumps into me from behind. One hand is still holding me down by the belt at my back and his other hand is on my ass, near my thigh. Gripping my cheek hard he pulls my leg up and out so I’m more open giving him space to slam inside me.

Deeds is fucking me hard and I can feel the slap of his balls with every thrust. And the sounds! Oh God, the sounds of our bodies slapping together combined with his grunts and my groans. Hearing and feeling all of it knowing that he’s giving his all to me, is intense. I know I’m holding all the fucking power. My inner walls clench and he growls even louder. The smack across my ass almost sends me over.

“You’re ready, aren’t you? Give it to me, love. Come for me. Right the fuck
now
.”

Landing another smack on my ass, he pushes himself in as he rotates his hips. I’m fucking lost. My pussy spasms as pleasure shoots through my body, setting me on fire. My moans turn into screams and all I can say is his name. With a groan, he pumps even harder inside me, seeking his own release. I relish the feeling, how he prolongs my orgasm as I rock back against him, making each thrust that much harder. His hand tightens on my ass. I can feel his dick twitch inside me, growing harder and pulsing as he shoots his load inside me while he bellows.

“Fuuuuuuck!”

He releases the belt and throws it to the ground as he collapses on top of me, pressing me into the bed. He shifts his legs and I feel him slide out of me. Both panting like crazy, it takes me a second to rasp out.

“You’re making a mess.”

“Don’t care.” His breath feels hot against my skin. “I’m going for another round as soon as I can get my body to cooperate. Then maybe I’ll change the sheets, maybe I won’t. Maybe we'll fuck until we collapse then wake up in the morning so I can have you again. That okay with you?”

I can only groan. How in the hell do you answer that one? Yes? Please? Hurry up? Could you grab my hair and fuck the shit out of me again? Oh man, I’m so hooked on this guy. He feathers kisses over my back. His mouth is moving toward my neck and I feel his tongue stroking my skin.

“So fucking sweet, I’m never letting you go.”

He bites down on the left side of my neck. Sucking skin, I know he’s marking me. Hot waves flash low in my belly. He’s right, I’m not letting go either. He knows exactly what I need, even when I don’t. Fuck! I’m not going down without a fight though. I’m gonna drag this out as long as I can. Dammit to hell, I need to get inked before those three weeks are up and they force it on me.

Another sting on my neck brings me back to the bed. I’m sure he’s marked the spot in my neck so it’ll be there for days to come. I feel his dick get hard against my ass cheeks while he’s slowly rocking his hips. His mouth is still latched to my neck as he leans on one elbow so his opposite hand can slide up and down the side of my body.

“Your body is made just for me. You know why? So I can make love to you for all the hours a day holds. You have no idea what you do to me. My dick has been on autopilot for my entire life. Programmed for fucking. Never has it felt this good. Until now. Fucking hell. I love your body, it makes me come alive. Nothing compares. I fucking love your mouth and my dick hasn’t even been in there. You own my heart, Hotlips. It might never be enough, but I’ll fucking fight for you until the last breath leaves my body.”

It takes some effort but I manage to turn my body beneath Deeds to look into his eyes. Fuck! No one else in my whole fucking life has ever made me feel this way. Made me feel like I was their world. And after what he just said, I can’t even fucking say one word back at him. How messed up am I?

My hands lift to his face, my thumbs stroking his cheeks. Looking into his eyes I hope he sees how greatly his words affect me. My eyes aren’t leaking right now, but the lump in my throat indicates it won’t be very long.

Before they spill I bring my mouth to his. I pull every emotion I can into this kiss and he groans in pleasure. My hand drifts away from his cheek, over his shoulder, stroking his back. I let my nails scrape up and just my fingertips stroke down. His hips rock into me. Still slippery from before, his dick slides inside me and we both groan in pleasure.

Pumping slowly, Deeds releases my mouth and he looks into my eyes. Leaning down, our foreheads touch. It’s intense. My body tingles all over and I close my eyes as I let my orgasm take over my body.

His head goes to the crook of my neck and he finds the place where he marked me. When I open my eyes I can see us in the mirrors on the ceiling. His magnificent body is moving so slowly, yet it holds so much strength. His ass. Oh his beautiful ass. I can see it flexing while I feel him slide in and out of my body.

I want to keep my eyes on his ass, but they close as another orgasm overtakes me. Deeds pumps four more times before he stills. His hips push hard against me to hold himself in place as deep as he can get. I can feel his dick pulse inside of me. He bites down again on my neck, sucking that piece of skin back into his mouth.

Totally spent I feel myself drift off.

******

I walk into the kitchen, grateful my ankle isn’t giving me any more pains. I make myself busy with the coffee pot, filling, measuring, and flipping the switch to brew. While I wait for it to finish, I look out the window. To my surprise, there’s an old woman near the bushes by our house. Yeah, our house. I’m damn well not going to pass on Deeds, so I might as well claim it like he claimed me. Believe me, in the world I come from, if I recognize a good thing, I will grab that sucker by the balls and hold on. Even if it’s being forced down my throat. Or heart, for that matter.

Tiptoeing into the bedroom, I open the app on Deeds’ phone to disable the alarm on the front door. Walking out of the house, I see the old woman is tearing off branches with her bare hands. Her hair is in curlers with a red scarf wrapped around it. Her white flowery PJ’s are the exact same thing my grandma used to wear.

She’s standing in the mud in her bare feet yet she acts like she doesn’t even feel it. Her face tells me she is focused on trimming the bush. Walking up to her I smile and greet her when she notices me. “Hiya.”

She’s a bit surprised but her voice is warm and welcoming. “Well hello there,  pumpkin.”

My heart swells and so does my smile. Fuck, how I miss my Grams and my mom. Grams died just last year. She lived with me for over five years. I loved taking care of her, right up until the very end. My mom died when I was twelve, so my Grams stepped in as my second mom. Tuning back in, I look at the woman’s hands and see smears of blood. She must have been at it a long time to do that kind of damage. Either that or she cut herself on a few thorns.

“Why don’t you come join me inside? I could make you some tea.”

The old woman shakes her head. “That’s so sweet of you, pumpkin, but I need to tidy the garden.”

“Well, why don’t I give you a hand after you’ve had some tea? All this hard work must be exhausting, so you’re going to need to rest up a bit.”

“You know what, pumpkin?” She gives me a warm smile. “I think you’re right. I’d love a cup of tea. Do you have any milk?”

I smile, remembering how my Grams always had milk in her tea. That and a shitload of sugar. Oh, and let’s not forget the horrible dry cookies she liked to dip into it. Yikes, just the thought of it makes me inwardly shudder.

“Let’s go check if Deeds has some milk in his fridge, shall we?”

Her whole face brightens. “Pumpkin! You belong to my grandson?”