Taking her head in my hands, I began to flex my hips and fuck her mouth. It wasn’t long until my balls were tightening up and my cum was shooting into her mouth. She sucked and licked up every drop. I stared down at her with a lazy smile. “You sure know how to treat your man good, baby.”
“Mmm, I love it. My panties are fucking soaked now just from sucking you off.”
The fact that she could almost out dirty talk me was another thing that made me hot for Cheyenne. Sure, she’d been a sweet butt for years and years, and she’d been broken in by every single guy in the club, including Preacher Man. Her experience made her worth my time. Of course, since I’d been fucking just her for the last year, she had it in her head I was going to make her my old lady. But that was never going to happen. Not with her or any of the other club whores—not any girl, period.
Grabbing her shoulders, I drew her off her knees. “I think it’s time I felt just how wet I got you.”
“Yes, please.”
Cheyenne pulled off her skintight T-shirt. Like magnets, my hands went straight for her tits. After freeing them from her see-through bra, I brought one to my mouth, sucking and biting at her nipple. I alternated from breast to breast while Cheyenne panted and moaned. My hands came to her jeans. Once I slid them down her legs, I grabbed her by the waist and tossed her onto the bed. Her eyes burned with lust as I loomed over her.
After tearing off her tiny scrap of a thong, I jerked her legs wide apart and buried my face between them. Cheyenne shrieked her approval, her acrylic nails scraping through my hair. “Oh yeah, baby. Just like that. Fuck me with your tongue!” she shouted, her hips rising in time with my tongue.
A loud knock banged at the door, and then Rev’s voice followed. “Deacon, I need you out front.”
I didn’t even bother raising my head from Cheyenne’s pussy. Instead, I shouted, “Get the fuck out of here. I’m busy.” While I returned to licking and sucking Cheyenne’s clit, the unwelcome interruption remained at the door. I growled in frustration when the banging on the wood started up again.
“Deacon, I’m not fucking playing, man. I need your ass out here. Now!”
When I pulled away, Cheyenne mewled in frustration, her legs scissoring for friction. She’d been close before we were interrupted. Craning my neck toward the door, I shouted, “If this isn’t a matter of life or death, I will cut your fucking balls off!”
“It is,” came Rev’s muffled reply.
“Motherfucker,” I grumbled, as I slid off the bed. Snatching up my T-shirt and jeans, I put them on in record speed. When Cheyenne started to get up, I shook my head. “You stay just like that.”
With a sly smile, she spread her legs and ran her fingers teasingly over her pussy. “Just like this?”
“Yeah, but don’t get yourself off while I’m gone. I’m the only one who gets to do that.”
She scowled at me just before I turned to head to the door. When I threw it open, Rev shot me a disgusted look. “For fuck’s sake, man, wipe your mouth and fix your hair a little.”
Instead of arguing that I didn’t give two shits what anyone thought of my appearance, I licked my lips to savor Cheyenne a little longer. Then I dragged my arm across my mouth. As we started down the hall, I jerked a hand through my hair to try to tame the mess that Cheyenne had made.
When I rounded the corner, a silver-haired Hispanic woman came into view. Her apprehension of being in the clubhouse was rolling off her in waves. Her dark eyes darted from left to right, and she nervously fidgeted with her flowing, multicolored skirt. I couldn’t imagine what was so fucking important about this woman to interrupt a fuck-fest.
When her gaze landed on me, her hand flew to her throat. Her expression appeared as someone who had seen a ghost. I glanced from her to Bishop. His usual poker face had been abandoned for one of disbelief. It wasn’t something I was used to seeing. I cocked my brows at him, and he slowly shook his head.
After exhaling a frustrated breath, I asked, “Now, what is so fucking important I had to be dragged out here?”
“You David Malloy?” she asked in a thick accent. Even though she had asked the question, I could tell she already knew exactly who I was.
“Sí, señora,” I replied, crossing my arms over my chest.
Hearing her native tongue didn’t impress her. Instead, she shot me a disapproving look, like I was being a giant smartass, and she was probably right.
“You know Lacey?”
I snorted contemptuously. “Don’t tell me she sent you to try to get some money out of me or something. I cut ties with that bitch five years ago.”
“I no friend of hers.”
“Then what the fuck do you want?”
Behind me, Rev coughed his disapproval for my hostile tone, and I rolled my eyes. “Why are you here about Lacey?” I asked.
“She dead.”
I didn’t like it that my chest tightened at the news. Lacey King had been my first love—my only real love, if I was honest. We were together for three years. Her occasional drug use and drinking hadn’t been an issue when we first started dating, but after her mother died in a car accident, it morphed into a true addiction. When I refused to give her any drug money, she started fucking some guys in one of our rival clubs. Because of my love for her, I didn’t kick her to the curb when I found out. No, I paid for her to go to rehab. She got out, and we had one good month together. During those few weeks, I actually thought of making her my old lady.
And then she fell off the wagon with alcohol. I told her it was either the alcohol or me—she chose the alcohol and left. That had been five years ago, and I hadn’t heard anything from her since. Until now.
“Let me guess. She OD’d or died of alcohol poisoning?”
The woman slowly shook her head. “She murdered.”
My brows rose in surprise. “By who?”
“Police, they don’t know,” she replied. But from the fear that burned in her eyes, I knew there was more to the story than she or the authorities were letting on. “I bring you something of hers.”
“Trust me, there’s nothing of hers I want.”
“You want this. It is yours, too.”
I racked my brain, trying to think if there was something that Lacey had taken from me all those years ago. But I kept drawing a blank. Then, for the first time, I saw there was someone with the woman. A tiny, dark-haired girl was hidden within the many folds of the woman’s skirt. “Willow, come out.”