Tiny (3 page)

“Are you hiding out in
here?” Eva asked. Her voice went straight to his dick, and he was rock hard.
The one time they’d been together he’d fucked it up. Tiny remembered every
detail of their time together even down to collapsing afterwards beside her. It
was not and never would be one of his finest moments. He hated every second of
the memory. Tiny had treated sweet-butts better than he had Eva. The one chance
he got with her and he’d blown it. He’d gotten her naked, thrust away, found
climax in her sweet, tight cunt and fallen asleep afterwards. The memory alone
made him feel fucking old.

“I’m not hiding from
anyone.” Closing his eyes, he took several deep breaths before giving Eva his
attention. She wore a blue dress with a belt around her waist. The fabric
pulled in at the waist and flared out at her hips. He didn’t know a dress could
be so damn seductive and revealing while also covering up her flesh at the same
time. Her tits were more than handfuls for him. Tiny recalled her large nipples,
which budded when she was aroused. Fuck, his cock pressed against his jeans
demanding attention.

Her hair fell around her in
waves in some kind of style. She looked sophisticated, beautiful, and
everything he couldn’t have. Since finding out about her father, he found
himself paying more attention to her. Eva was far out of his league even if her
father ran an underground fighting ring.

“Could
have fooled me.
Tate is buzzing
with excitement out there. She needs her father. You’re going to be a
granddaddy before long,” she said. Her hands were pressed together in front of
her. He wondered what she would do if he pulled her into his arms and kissed
her, messing up her outfit.

“Don’t talk about me being a
granddaddy.” Tiny shook his head hating the knowledge that he was getting old.

“You’re going to be fifty
years old in a few months, Tiny. You better get used to it. There will be a
little baby calling you granddaddy, and you’ll love it.” Eva smiled, taking a
step closer to him.

“Are you going to be staying
for that?” he asked.

“For
what?”

“My
birthday?”
He didn’t give a fuck about
his birthday. In the last few years Eva and Tate had celebrated the event with
a cake, but he really didn’t care for it. Getting old was not fun at all. Every
year he was reminded of how long he’d been fighting. What he was fighting, he
didn’t know anymore. Fort Wills was safe. The past threat hadn’t risen up in
the last twenty years. Tiny doubted anyone was going to come back now. Twenty
years was a long fucking time to hold a
grudge.

“I don’t know. My dad’s
coming to pick me up at the end of the week. I’ll be out of your hair in no
time. You’re probably ready to get rid of me.” She smiled at him. Her smile
didn’t reach her eyes.

“You’re the one leaving.
I’ve not showed you the door,” he said, hating the fact he couldn’t beg and
wouldn’t beg for her to stay.

****

Eva stared at him feeling
the intensity of his gaze. Not once had he asked her to stay, and yet she knew
it was what he wanted. They were not good for each other. The last few years
had confirmed that for her. This game they played was only hurting the both of
them. One of them needed to make it stop, and she was going to be the one to do
it by leaving. Vegas
was
her safety ground. Her father
would guarantee it.

“Tiny, I’ve got to go.”

If she didn’t get out of
Fort Wills now then she never would. Eva knew in her heart she would let
Tiny
walk all over her simply to be near him. Her love of
Tate was nothing compared to the feelings this man evoked within her. At times
she thought she’d drown on her love for him. No man, not even Gavin, had made
her feel this way.

“No, you don’t.” He took a
step closer, and now she had no choice but to back away. His presence alone
made her feel like jelly. She took a step back, but Tiny kept on coming. Eva
finally stopped with her back against the wall. His hands rested on either side
of her head. Tiny was taller than she was, even in her heels. The top of her
head reached his chest, and she had no choice but to look up at him. His dark
brown eyes, so like Tate’s at times, stared down at her. Where Tate’s eyes were
filled with innocence
Tiny’s
eyes were filled with
pain and power. This man knew what he was doing at all times. He had a past,
and it was colorful in a bad way.

“What are you doing?” She
wasn’t afraid of Tiny. He’d done everything he could to protect her over the
last few months. She’d been shot and hurt because of his club. No, Tiny
wouldn’t hurt her, but his enemies would.

“Nothing you don’t want.” He
leaned in close. His breath fanned across her face. She smelled the mints he
kept inside his drawer.

Eva kept quiet waiting for
his next move. His lips brushed across hers, and she jerked back. She stopped
herself from slamming her head against the wall. The small touch was like a
bolt of lightning through her body. Her cunt clenched as her nipples hardened
becoming attuned to this man before her. He owned her responses. There was
nothing else for her to do other than let go.

The door to the room was
closed, so no one would interrupt them. No one would dare interrupt them if
they saw her enter.

“Open for me,” he said.

She opened her lips, and
Tiny took the full opportunity, pressing his lips to hers. One of his hands
fell behind her head cupping her. His kiss became firmer, more determined to
get what he wanted. Eva had never been kissed like this. Their time in Vegas
would never prepare anyone for this kind of possession.

His tongue pressed to her
lips, and she met him stroke for stroke. She could no longer keep her hands at
her side. Running her fingers up his chest she circled the back of his neck,
holding on. They moaned, smashing their lips together. The passion took over
giving way to the never ending lust crashing through them. His cock pressed to
her stomach making his arousal known.

Her panties were soaked from
the kiss he was giving her. There was nothing else for her to do other than
give him everything. She felt his touch going under her dress pushing the
fabric out of the way. Eva didn’t want to stop him. The heat threatened to burn
her alive.

When he picked her up she
squealed shocked by how easily he moved her. In one smooth movement he placed
her on the edge of his desk. He was fast, and he pushed her dress up to her
waist before settling her back down again. The hard wood desk was cold
underneath her ass. She gasped but couldn’t think as in the next second his
palm was pressed between her thighs.

“This doesn’t change
anything,” she said, moaning.

“Shut the fuck up.” He cut
off her reply with his lips.

Crying out, she flung her
head back exposing her neck. Tiny bit down hard sucking on the flesh. She
whimpered as an answering pulse went between her legs. He tore at her panties
pulling them from her body.

“Later, tomorrow, in a
fucking month, I don’t care. We’ll deal with it then.” His fingers slid between
her slit. He touched her clit, circling the nub before going down to her core. “I’ve
got to have you. I need to wipe that fucking memory from your mind.”

She knew what he meant.
Their time together had been a disaster. Alcohol, anger, and lust didn’t make a
good combination for either of them.

“Open your legs wider,” he
said, ordering her around. With the dress around her waist she was free to do
as he asked.

He sat down in his chair
staring down at her exposed flesh. She was not into waxes or any fancy work
down there. Eva trimmed her pubic hair.

“So fucking pretty,” he
said, staring at her.

Tiny didn’t appear to be
making a move. He sat in his chair staring at her.

Licking her lips she felt
the heat pool within her. He must see the evidence of her arousal. She was
struggling to contain her begging.

Within moments, he reached
out stroking a finger up her thigh. He stood abruptly, and his hands were at
the zipper behind her. Tiny took control removing the dress from her body
followed by her bra. She couldn’t believe she was stood in his office at the
club naked.

He left her side to lock the
door keeping the rest of the world out of sight. On his walk back to her she
saw the evidence of his arousal pressing against his jeans. She folded her arms
across her stomach becoming aware of how many other women he’d brought to this
very room to fuck.

Most of the women he’d taken
had been slender and younger than she was. The women hanging around the club
knew what the score was whereas she wasn’t one of them. She would never be a
man’s casual screw.

“Don’t think about them,” he
said. “There’s no one here but you and me, Eva.” He cupped her cheek, tilting
her head back. The blinds were still open with the sunlight shining through.

When she opened her lips
ready to dispute him, Tiny shocked her by pulling his shirt over his head. For
a man approaching his fiftieth birthday he sure didn’t look like it. He wasn’t
a spring chicken, but he’d aged well. The wrinkles at his eyes portrayed a
wealth of knowledge to her. His muscles were thick from the hours he spent
working out. She used to watch him work out amazed at his stamina. In many ways
he reminded her of home. Before moving to Fort Wills she helped at the gym her
father owned to train his fighters. She watched men work out on a daily basis.
Eva knew Tiny would be shocked by how much she’d seen in her life. She had
never been naive or innocent. Growing up around fighters took care of that. For
the first few years of living here she had been able to feel innocent. The
bikers were not as bad as the fighters she’d known. However, Tiny angered her
so much she found it hard to keep that part hidden. With the alcohol flowing
not long ago, she’d shown another part of
herself,
and
from the way Tiny had been with her, he liked it.

Ink coated his skin. She saw
the names of Lash, Nash, Tate, and Patricia. Eva didn’t feel jealous of the
names. They were all part of him. From the first moment they met there had been
chemistry between them. She didn’t trust chemistry as she’d felt it once before
and been burnt by it.

The symbol of a skull was on
his arm leading down to a snake. On another arm clouds and darkness coated his
skin with his loved ones shining through. It was like their names were a light
in the darkness. Every bit of ink told a tale, and she didn’t know every single
story, only that each tattoo was part of him.

“I can’t change my past,” he
said.

“I don’t expect you to.” She
placed her palm on his chest feeling the heavy beat of his heart. When she
could stand it no longer she moved her hand down to rest at the button of his
jeans.
“Just like you can’t change my past, Tiny.
We
all have them.”

“You’ve got a past?” he
asked, smirking. “I find that hard to believe. You’re too innocent for it,
baby.”

“You’d be surprised. You
forget I grew up in Vegas with a fighter. I’ve got a past.” She flicked his
button open before sliding his zipper down. “I’m not what you think I am.”

“And what do I think you
are?”

Smiling, she went to her
knees staring up at him from the floor. “You think I’m innocent. You think I
need to be protected when the truth is, I don’t need anything, Tiny.” She
pulled his jeans down to his ankles. He still wore boots stopping her progress.
Eva didn’t care. She could do what she wanted with where his jeans stopped.

“You need to be protected.”

“No, I don’t.” She gripped
his cock in her fist and stroked the tip with her thumb. “There’s a lot you
don’t know about me or refuse to know, Tiny.”
 

 
“You’re not made for this life.”

“I grew up in a far harsher
life.” Eva didn’t want to delve into her past. Leaning forward she licked the
tip of his cock, which she’d been stroking seconds before. His salty pre-cum
coated her tongue, and she swallowed him down. There was nothing to stop her.
He let out a curse, but instead of pushing her away, his fingers sank into her
hair. She’d never been good at keeping her hair bound to her head and loved
keeping the length around her in wavy locks. Eva didn’t know what it was, but
she loved the thought of him pulling on the length, hard and rough. Everything
about Tiny was rough with many hard edges making him the man he was. She also
saw he had a past that he tried to hide from.

No matter what he did, she knew
deep in her heart she would never be afraid of him. Over the years they’d known
each other he’d cursed, thrown things, and in all that time he’d never once
raised his hand in order to hurt her. In her mind, Tiny was one of the good
guys. Being raised alongside a load of underground fighters she’d seen her fair
share of domestic problems. Fortunately, her father didn’t agree with violence
against women, and the men rarely hurt a woman in front of her father while she
was there. However, there were a few times she’s witnessed the violence a man
could inflict on a woman.

Tiny fisted her hair and
pulled harshly. She released his cock only to stare up at him. “What the fuck
are you doing to me?” he asked. His voice was gruff, and she could tell he was
only just keeping his shit together.