Furore: Texas Chapter Duet Part One (The Night Skulls MC Book 1)
Furore: Chapter 23

“Wipe that fucking frown off your face and get your hairy dick wet.” Fort yawned, only in his boxers, scratching his balls in what remained of the kitchen. “Can’t believe you spent the whole night fucking your fist in a cold bed.” He grabbed himself a beer. Breakfast for champs. “But don’t ya worry. I got you covered. Told all the whores to stay in. You can’t wait on the bitch forever. You’re fucking Prez. She ditched your ass last night. You go have some fun with another pussy. There’s plenty to choose from.”

“Don’t call her that,” I growled at my own beer, not even looking at him.

“Huh?”

“You heard me. She’s my bitch. Only I get to call her that.”

“Ugh, fuck this shit. I didn’t throw you that motherfucking party so you can pout like a fart ass baby. You just came out of the slammer, bro. Get your cock sucked and your shit together. You don’t need the trouble that girl is causing now. We need ya, and so does Rex. At least, he came, y’all. Shouldn’t you be dancing off your ass that he did?”

“My shit is together, Fort. I don’t need your old ass to remind me of what I gotta do. Don’t forget who you’re talking to.”

“Sorry, Prez,” he mumbled.

“And Rex only came to bitch about his fucking mother. He’s still in diapers and he’s giving me a piece of his shitty mind, telling me, his own daddy, to fuck off. I swear that boy is gonna be the end of me.”

“He’s a fucking prick raised by a wench, sure, but sometimes that shit is better than nothing. He hasn’t talked to you in what? Fifteen years? He showed up last night, bro. Yeah, he didn’t help himself to any pussy either,” he rolled his eyes and threw his hands in the air like he didn’t know what the fuck was wrong with us, “and he was talking shit and what not, but he showed the fuck up.”

“I just didn’t need that shit now. He’s fucking eighteen. I thought he’d get his head out of his ass and start listening and seeing things for what they really are.” I thought she would, too.

I glanced at my phone for what must have been the hundredth time, but there were no messages from her. I started to worry. What if she didn’t make it because something bad happened? She and her car weren’t at her place at night, either. I checked.

Or she just ditched your ass like Fort said and left town like she’d planned.

Fuck. Slamming the counter, I got off the dingy stool. “I’m going for a ride.”

“C’mon,” he drawled. “You’re gonna look for her, aren’t ya?”

I threw a glare at him and grabbed my keys. On my way out, a commotion started. Bitches were yelling, and then one of them was crying. “She hit me! I’m fucking bleeding, you bitch!”

“Ooh, a catfight!” Fort sneered, running out of the kitchen to watch the show.

Like I needed more fucking drama. My eyes rolled as I headed out. I tiptoed among the naked bodies scattered on the floor. When I reached the rubble of what used to be the lounge, there was a blonde bitch in nothing but a white tank top and a G-string hunkered on the floor, bleeding from her nose, a few of her friends gathering around her.

“I’m sorry, but you were attacking me for no reason at all.”

I couldn’t see who was speaking because of the swarm of angry bees blocking the view, but I’d recognize that voice anywhere.

I took one step before the blonde bitch growled, jumping to her feet, and charged forward. The swarm dispersed, and Jo was standing at the front door, a target. I was about to end this fight with one word, but Jo ducked and dodged the bitch, then grabbed her arms behind her back and twisted her wrist.

“You bitch! Prez! Fort! She’s gonna break my arm!” the blonde bitch shrieked.

Fort looked at me for permission to interfere, but I shook my head. Now, I and my cock were enjoying the show.

“I’m not going to break anything if you just learn to use your words. How hard could that be?” Jo said, and I couldn’t hold the laughter.

Silence fell in as Jo met my face. She was wearing her shades, but I knew she was staring at me as intently as I was staring at her. I couldn’t explain the joy and relief filling me the second I saw her despite the rumbling rage that screamed at me to throw her over my shoulder, tie her to my bed and fuck her until she learned how to be my good girl.

“Um…okay…I’m going to—”

I didn’t let her finish. I stormed toward her, wrapped my arms under her ass and carried her away from the blonde. “Help your friend,” I nodded at the other bitches as I put Jo over my shoulder and hauled us to the only room that was still intact in this shithole.

“That’s it? She broke my nose and my arm, Prez,” the blonde whined.

I glanced at Fort to take care of it. He snorted in disapproval but went over to the bitch. He had no choice but to obey me and do his job.

“Furore, put me down,” Jo yelped.

My answer was a loud spank on her hot ass. Then I squeezed it because I missed her body so fucking much. She yelped again, trying to slide out of my grip, but once we were inside, I kicked the door closed behind us and pinned her to the wall. With my hand around her throat, I grabbed her wrists and held them together above her head.

Her tits rose and fell with her catching breath, and I didn’t know what to feast on first, her lips or those tits. God, the things she was doing to my body… The things I’d do to hers…

“What are you doing?” she whispered, her voice raspy, going straight to my cock.

“What the fuck are you doing?” She was driving me out of my fucking my mind in her absence and her presence. I’d never been that crazy about a pussy, not even when I was a fucking kid—and not even with Madeline. My whole life was about business, riding, the club and my boy. Why was I so hung up on this woman that I was ready to fuck up my whole life just to have her and keep her safe? “What the fuck are you doing to me?”

“It’s your hand around my throat. What the fuck are you doing to me?”

I loved the word fuck from those lips and couldn’t wait to hear it when she was under me, couldn’t wait to see how feisty she’d become, how hard she’d scream. “Where did you learn how to fight like that?”

“It’s…just reflexes.”

I yanked her shades off her face and tossed them on the floor so I could see her eyes when she dared lie to my face. “Don’t lie to me. Who taught you those moves?”

“They’re simple self-defense moves, Furore. Every woman should know them.”

“Simple my ass. You broke the bitch’s nose.” I squinted at her. “Are you a fucking cop?”

“What?!”

“You’ve always been suspicious of me. Now, it’s my turn.” I stared at her tits. “They sent you to spy on me? You wearing a wire?” I yanked her t-shirt off her head and dipped my hands inside the cups of her bra. The feeling of her plump tits twitched my cock hard.

“You’re insane.”

“Am I? I grabbed her tits out by the nipples, pinching them. “Whose fault is that?”

She squirmed with a hiss, her thighs rubbing together. “Stop groping me. I’m not a cop. Never been, never will be or have you forgotten who I am? And you can see clearly that I’m not wearing a wire.”

My gaze dropped to her jeans, and I licked my lip, pushing my aching erection into her stomach. “Don’t know. Maybe you’re hiding it somewhere else.” I rubbed the outline of the slit of her pussy on the denim up and down with one finger. “Have to make sure.”

She moaned, biting her lip, hazel eyes drooping. I was itching to see her fairy ones that had enchanted me. My forehead rested on hers as my lips drew ever so closely to hers. Our breaths raced after each other, but I wouldn’t kiss her yet. Not even when I was torturing myself as I was torturing her with the closeness she couldn’t reach, just like she’d been doing to me, giving me hope and then running away with it. If I was going to burn, she would too.

I opened the button of her jeans and then the zipper. My fingers slipped under her panties and searched inside her folds, getting the evidence I cared for; she was soaking wet for me.

“Do you believe me now?” she murmured, pushing down on my fingers.

My gaze lifted to hers slowly, savoring her flushed tits and come fuck me face, as I teased the shit out of her. “There’s still one place I didn’t look.”

Her eyes widened. “No.”

I let out a quick, low chuckle. Then I yanked her jeans and panties down to her ankles in one move and flipped her in the next. I pressed her to the wall with my weight and my hand on the back of her neck. She panted a couple of moans that made my hard-on unbearable. My palm landed on her ass. God, that was definitely the sexiest ass I’d ever seen. “First, don’t say no to me again.” I wet my pinkie and circled her ass hole gently. Then I, slowly, entered her. Fuck, she was so tight. Definitely a backdoor virgin. “Second, I’m gonna fuck that ass one day. That’s a promise. You know why?”

“Because you…like big butts and cannot lie?”

I bit my lip on a laugh. “Not just any big butt, baby.” And I didn’t like her ass. I worshipped it. My gaze dropped to take her fully naked backside and bent to see the view of her pussy from where I stood. Fuck. I had to fuck her now, just like that. “But no, that’s not why. I’m gonna fuck that ass to claim it. It’s mine.” I smacked it hard. Then I reached her pussy and gave it a swat, too, enjoying the flinch and moan her body gave. “Just like your pussy. Fucking mine.”

Unbuckling my belt, I fluttered my fingers inside her. “Bend over.”