Discovering Me (Breakneck #4) (13 page)

Goddamn, her pussy is milking me. “Show me those gorgeous tits, babe. Now,” I roar through clenched teeth. I have to see all of her, and this fucking picnic table is not going to allow that.

When she lifts her shirt and pushes her bra out of the way, the moonlight streams down onto her pierced nipples, and I am done for even more.

“Fuck, babe, when you get that done?” I hiss as I pump harder into her sweet, tight little pussy.

She giggles as I lift her into my arms.

“We’re taking this somewhere inside. I need you all the way naked, darlin’, like all the fuckin’ way.”

I don’t stop fucking her as I walk us to the live-in. Okay, more like run our asses in there, and when Piper scratches my back, I let out a lion roar. I am so fucking turned on by her, it is fucking goddamn unreal.

The door slams behind us and my jeans are hanging by a thread at my knees as we traipse up the steps and into my room. When I kick the door shut, I walk us over to my dresser and sit her down, lift her legs from over my head, and pull her jeans completely off as she tugs her shirt over her head. When her bra hits my carpet, all is fucking lost. Those silver barbells glistening at me are my new Kryptonite. I lift a finger and gesture for her to sit up, and when she does, I bring my mouth down on her right tit and suck that pretty little pierced nipple into my mouth as my cock beats inside of her like a drum.

“Sniper, harder!” she pleads, and without lifting my mouth from her delicious flesh, I do as she begs.

I have never felt something so good. I peek at her face as I suck on her and I have never seen such a beautiful site in all my life. She looks gorgeous. Her eyes sparkle and her mouth smirks upwards. Best feeling in the world.

I lift my lips and bring them to hers. I shove my tongue inside and fuck her with my mouth. “Taste yourself,” I mumble.

When her tongue tangles with mine, it is unlike anything I have ever felt before. It is as if our bodies are made to connect in every single, fucking away. The feeling is so intense that I jerk away from her mouth and I continue to fuck her relentlessly.

No sex should ever be this fucking good. God fucking dammit!

“We’re moving to my bed, darlin’,” I growl as I jerk her upwards and into my body.

When she is secure around my waist, I stop and ram into her hard. I repeat the process when her sweet little moans urge me to continue. It has never felt this good fucking standing up. Why does everything about her have to be so fucking perfect? This shit is killing me. I move us over to the bed, toss her to the mattress, and make a gesture with my hands for her to flip around.

I need to see that luscious ass in the air. I have to slap it. No, I need to slap it as I fuck her so hard she sees black.

“I want that ass up, darlin’. I want it touchin’ the motherfuckin’ sky,” I hiss through gritted teeth as I yank on my cock. I can’t seem to help it. Seeing Piper completely naked and at my mercy makes me want to do shit I never do, like fucking jerk my chicken.

“Look at that,” I tease and slap at her beautiful round ass. “So fuckin’ pretty and I can see your pussy peekin’ at me, too.”

Without warning, I ram into her, and she sings my praises as I pound my cock inside of her. Her pussy milks me for everything I got.

“Fuck me harder, Sniper, fucking harder.” She tries to yell but it comes out garbled from her face being smashed into my mattress. The site nearly undoes me.

I reach under her and start rubbing her clit with my thumb as my dick continues to assault her. I have to grit my teeth together and force myself not to come. Piper with her ass in my hips and my cock buried in her pussy is almost more than I can handle for much longer. I chant her name as loud as I can, over and over again. I can’t seem to fucking stop myself from roaring her name.

She is an aphrodisiac to my cock.

I will never be able to get over her cunt. I know it. Deep down, I fucking know it.

“Sniper, I’m gonna come,” she mumbles underneath me.

Thank fuck. I don’t know how much longer I can hold out with her pussy squeezing my dick as if it’s the end of the fuckin’ world.

“Now,” I yell and my nuts release into her as her walls spasm around my dick.

We don’t move. We pant until we can’t hold our position any longer, and that’s when I pull out and collapse beside her.

“Well…” she mumbles as she tosses over.

Well. We just fucked shit up.

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Chapter Eighteen

Sniper

We get a call from Juan about where some of the Cartel members are hiding out. And I itch to kill those sick fuckers after I find Piper and her friend Jinx. One way or another, I will get my revenge, and it will be anything but a kind way to die. Those fuckers will regret the day they took my best friend from me. A woman I fucking love.

“Sniper, brother, you gotta keep your head while we’re out there.” ZZ sits down and warns me.

Fucking easy for him to say. He is not the one who has a woman out there, having god knows what the fuck done to her. I am sick of my brothers saying shit that makes it sound like all is right in my goddamn world. All is not right. It is all kinds of fucked up.

When you steal from me, you better damn well make sure your ass hides because when I get a hold of you, you are fucking done for.

“I swear on my fuckin’ patch, if someone says somethin’ about my head one more time, I will fuckin’ put a bullet in ‘em, and yes, that includes you, too, ZZ. Yeah,” I hiss through my gritted teeth.

How could they be so fucking stupid? I am being perfectly rational, all things considered. I will be damned if the only chance I have at falling in love with a woman is ruined because she was taken from me. Do my brothers really know that little about me? Even if my love for Piper was not one I am willing to explore, they know better than to expect me to sit here and do fucking nothing. I make jokes, I play around, but I am not playing around with this shit.

“I get it. You care about her, but if you don’t think shit through, you might ruin your chance at findin’ her alive,” he says to me.

I jump up, grab him by the throat, and seethe with this new anger that has invaded me. “Do not fuckin’ suggest anythin’ about her bein’ dead to me ever fuckin’ again,” I roar and shove his body away. “Brother or not, I don’t give a fuck.”

Zig Zag shakes his head but does not lash back out at me. He gets up and walks away.

“That was uncalled for, Perseus.”

She did not fucking call me by my given name. “You aren’t supposed to be in here, Luce. Go the fuck away and don’t ever fuckin’ use my name again.”

I am beyond the limit that I can handle. I cannot take any more bullshit from anyone. I never knew caring about someone as much as I care about Piper would be this fucking stressful. It doesn’t help that, in my gut, it feels like I won’t see her again, or if I do, she won’t be the same when I get her back. None of those is options. There is no if. I have to keep reminding myself of that. And I will do everything in my power to make sure I help her get her normal self back. She has done it before, so I know she can do it again.

Of course, I understand that she will be forever changed by what has happened, but I will do my best at helping her heal and get her life back. Fuck. I am so conflicted about all of this. She healed on her own the last time, but our friendship wasn’t there then.

“Lighten the hell up. You’ll get her back,” Lucy snorts.

It takes all my might not to swing around and lash out at her. If I did not have a sexual past with her or a friendship with her, I would treat her as if she were a one night stand when she said that to me. Instead, I am going to take the high road and walk away. Our Prez is giving us the eye that it is time to go anyways.

I lower my shades before I open the door and wait beside my bike for the rest of the guys. I packed my guns hours ago. Now I want to shoot them. Well, I want to kill some fuckers. Shoot my guns means I want target practice and I don’t fucking need target practice. I am called Sniper for a reason.

“Ready for blood, brother,” Braxx asks as he straddles his bike.

“Fuck yeah I am.”

Let’s do this fucking shit.

And motorcycle after motorcycle roars out of the compound and down the streets that surround the compound. Not all the bikes could fit in the parking lot, and it is a bloody miracle no bikes have been harmed. The Cartel didn’t mess with the bikes because it is child’s play compared to taking people from us.

When we pull up to the first stop on Juan’s list, the quiet lets us know something is up at this location. We shut our bikes off at the same time and the eerie silence is a giant red flag. These guys make shitty criminals.

“ZZ and Pyro,” Braxxon says and motions with two fingers for them to go in first. “Sniper gets first dibs. Only wound. He has to work out some aggression and torture these fucks for some answers.”

Damn right I do.

Pyro stands to the side and ZZ kicks in the door and then pushes back against the wall to clear the doorway. When no gunshots are fired, he goes in first with his pistol aimed. Still no gunfire and whoever is in there waits for us to enter. We line the walls with our backs and scoot along the hallway of the old abandoned restaurant. I am calm before the storm. My mind is clear and my focus is on the kill, and even though I have not laid eyes my prey, I am clear as crystal.

Pyro whistles low and points to the glass wall of a booth. A reflection of two men glares back at us. A bullet whizzes past ZZ’s head, and I laugh out loud. If the idiot is going to use a silencer, he should at least know how to use the damn thing. ZZ isn’t even mad they shot at him. He chuckles alongside the rest of us. Braxxon aims at the booth and shoots low to wound them. Their pussy ass cries echo around the room. Pyro and I round the corner and aim at their heads. They drop their weapons and grab at the bullet holes in their bodies as they speak Spanish to one another.

I really have to learn fucking Spanish. This is ridiculous.

“Get the fuck up,” I say with an even tone. “Now. Don’t make me fuckin’ repeat myself.” I shove my silencer into one temple. “Up!”

Pyro does not need to repeat my words. The one he has his gun pointed at follows my orders and his buddy’s movements. They make this too easy. What a shame. I guess I will have to torture them even more for making my job too fucking easy.

“My show, Prez?” I ask my brother.

He snaps his fingers at ZZ to pull up two chairs from a nearby table, and Pyro and I shove the two fuckwads down. They beg and plead in a language we don’t fucking understand. All of us look at one another and our thoughts are the same. These fuckers are the pussy members. The weak little fuckers. The diversions.

We are being stalled for some reason.

“You think they are having trouble getting Piper and Jinx out in time and these idiots are to distract us and keep us here longer?” Pyro shakes his gun at the two of them.

I believe he is on to something. The Cartel knows we have this town under lock and key and we run this shit. What if they are worried that Juan and other people are on our payroll and are afraid we will catch them moving the women?

I know it is a tough needle in a haystack idea, but fuck, we have a handful of chapters here. All roads are being monitored.

“Kill them fast. We gotta get back and fuckin’ figure this shit out,” Braxxon orders.

Pyro and I shrug and pull our triggers at the same time. When blood splatters my leather cut, I look up towards the ceiling and vow that I will slice someone’s arms off for the mess this caused my fucking clothing. I fear I am losing touch with my humanity. Losing someone you care about will do that to you, I suppose.

“Sniper… my man, your head’s all fucked up,” ZZ coaxes.

No shit. I have not felt anger like this in my entire life. Something has to be said for it. I guess you really don’t know what you have until it is gone. When she was taken, the very thin good graces I held were stolen right along with her.

“I’m gonna get her back,” I mumble as I walk out the door into the sun while I lower my shades over my eyes. Berry is going to be pissed that she has to clean this blood out of mine and Pyro’s clothes. ZZ says one day she is going to up and leave us all.

“Looky what I found,” ZZ says as he marches outside. “The little fuckheads had a half of kilo on them. I wonder if they robbed their boss?”

Fucking drugs. I love blow just as much as the next person, but I will never be a tweaker.

“Good, we’ll use it as payoffs for info.” Braxxon snatches it from him and shoves it into his saddle bag and then turns around to smack ZZ in the shoulder. “Wave it around in the air for all to see, brother. As if the blood on Pyro and Sniper ain’t enough,” he laughs.

“My bad.” ZZ chuckles.

The sound of ZZ laughing after his loss is another hill he has defeated. If only I had my reason to laugh again. Time is ticking by too fast, and if I don’t get her back soon, she’ll be gone forever. When the reality of that hits me, my eyes do something they have never done before. They threaten to spill droplets of salt water.

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Chapter Nineteen

Sniper