Tirone: Texas Chapter Duet Part Two (The Night Skulls MC Book 2)
Tirone: Chapter 18

“Thanks for the phone.” That was the first thing she said after our last conversation at the lake.

I paid for the burner. “You’re welcome.”

“Don’t think it’s a bribe that will make me accept your indecent proposal.”

I chuckled as I walked her out of the store. “It isn’t.” Then I whispered in her ear. “I don’t need to bribe you to come hard on my cock, my little faerie.”

She blushed. She still blushed after all this time. It drove me crazy. “I…I need to make a call. Then I’ll buy some clothes. Where do I meet you?”

“I’m not leaving your side. Prez will kill me if he knows I left his ol’ lady unprotected even for one second,” I snorted.

“But…”

“You can make your call in private. Unlike him, I trust you, Jo.”

She raised a brow at me. “Thanks to you. He doesn’t trust me because of you.”

“Me? What have I done?”

“Mark Chadwick. Seriously, Tirone? You’re throwing your friend of all people under a bus? That was low, even for you.”

“Don’t worry about Mark. Nothing is gonna happen to him.”

“Oh yeah? Furore wants to fucking kill him.”

“But he won’t because Mark came out last month. Two minutes in town, and Furore will know he’s not the guy he should be jealous of. I just wanted to buy us some time until I knock some sense into you. Then you’ll know I’m the only man for you. You leave his sorry ass, and we have our happily ever after. Problem solved.”

“You’re crazy.”

I smiled. “Crazy for you.”

Shaking her head, she rolled her eyes with a sigh, her fingers busy dialing a number discreetly so I wouldn’t see it. Who was it she was calling in secret?

Jo valued her privacy for obvious reasons. Respecting it while Furore didn’t could win me some points. I needed all I could get. I did trust her. Jo wasn’t a player. But I was utterly curious. It had to be someone from her past. A connection to her old, dangerous life. She’d never told me the story about the man who saved her the night they murdered her mother. They must have stayed in touch. It had to be him she called on a burner phone.

I watched her from a distance as she held a hand over the mic while she paced behind one of the mall emergency exit doors. A few minutes later, she came back, her fingers still busy with the buttons.

I scrutinized her white and red face. “Making another call?”

“No. I’m erasing the number and the call log. Here.” She handed the phone to me.

“What?”

“Do me a favor and keep it with you. I don’t think your father gave you permission to buy it for me. I don’t want to fight with him over it when we go back home.”

“Are you for real?” That was so unlike her. She drove into a gate to defy him for fuck’s sake.

“I’m just tired of constant fighting. I want one night of peace. Just hold on to this for me. I’ll take it later.” She pointed at a clothing store for men and women. “I’ll grab a few outfits. You should do the same. Meet you at the cashier?”

I took the phone, nodding once, and put my hand on the small of her back, ushering her inside the store. While she shopped, I pretended to give her some distance, looking for clothes for me, but I was keeping my eye on her the whole time. She was in serious danger after all, even during the two-week grace period. But that wasn’t the only reason I was watching her. I’d missed her details. The way she behaved when she thought no one was looking. How she took her time to pick her clothes. How her beautiful lips curved up when she finally found the perfect pants that contained her curves in a flattering way.

She was done with day-to-day and school outfits. Then she was eying rock t-shirts, torn jeans and leather jackets. My little faerie wants to be a biker’s chick.

Did she really dig this lifestyle or was she just desperate to fit in somewhere, anywhere?

She grabbed a few items to try on, and then she headed to the underwear section. Oh. The man in me did a happy dance. Imagining Jo in underwear she picked was making my day. Knowing she wasn’t choosing it for my pleasure but for my fucking father’s, made the demonic animal in me breathe out flames. My cock jerked territorially.

When she turned toward the fitting rooms, she found me sitting in the waiting area, arms spread across the velvet back of the sofa, legs wide, hard-on unmistaken.

She blinked as if she hadn’t noticed it, but the redness of her cheeks gave her away. “Are you done shopping already?”

I pressed my tongue against my cheek as I eyed the red lace bra and matching panties on one of the hangers in her hand. Again, she noticed what was now a universal gesture of I want to fuck you but pretended not to. “You should be done, too.” Red was straight fire on her creamy white skin. I’d kill just so that no one but me would ever see her in red underwear. Literally.

Her sigh protested as she spun and entered the fitting room. Wrong move, Jo. Wrong move, my little faerie.

I counted until sixty. One minute was enough time for her to have changed or at least stripped naked. Getting up, I looked around for store assistants. There weren’t any close by, so I snuck in and closed the curtain.

Her gasp tore the tiny space between us. Swiftly, she grabbed some of her clothes and pulled them to her chest, hiding her tits from my view. “Ty…get out,” she whispered.

I leaned against the wall, ogling her luscious curves, the partial view of her tits that were filling and spilling from the red lace, and her pussy that hid behind two pairs of panties, the red on top of her own black and pink pair I knew so well.

Her breath caught under my lustful gaze, and her nipples pebbled against the lace. “Tirone, did you hear me? Get out, now.”

Slowly, I moved my back off the wall and prowled toward her. “I have something much better in mind.”

She backed into a corner. “If you touch me, I’m going to hurt you, Tirone. You know I can.”

“I’m aware.” I closed the distance between us and allowed only a space for our breaths to dance around each other. “But you won’t. Just like all those times before. Because deep down you can’t bring yourself to hurt me, baby, because you love me as much as I love you.”

“No. I don’t care anymore. I will crush your balls before you lay a hand on me.”

“Okay. No hands.” I smirked, yanking those clothes she was using as a shield out of her grip and tossed them on the little chair in the room. My mouth watered at the sight of her round flesh. “How about a mouth?”

“Ty—”

My teeth glided the strap off her shoulder, and then I bit gently on the lace over her nipple. My tongue flicked her teasingly as I pulled the fabric down, exposing her left tit. A moan got stuck in her throat, and I didn’t give her a chance to even think about resisting. Instantly, my mouth was suckling, licking, flicking and fisting on her hard nipple while I rocked my hips in deliberate moves against hers.

My tongue glided up her chest, the crook of her neck, the line of her jaw and swirled around her earlobe. “I’m so hungry.” I left a wet trail over her skin as my tongue slid to the other ear. She moaned a gasp as I stripped her out of the bra with only my teeth. Then I kissed her right tit and my mouth hovered over her nipple. “Feed me, Mommy.”

Her naked tits rose and fell in my face, her engorged nipples desperate for my mouth. I licked my lips and devoured her, watching her eyes roll back with arousal. My hands itched for her, but I kept them clasped behind my back, the denial pouring gas on my fire.

I suckled her delicious tits until a wet spot on her old panties went big enough under the red lace. “Fuck. Now, I’m famished and thirsty.” I released her nipple with a pop and bent, kissing her midriff and down to the edges of the panties.

Catching the lace by my teeth, I pulled it down and watched her watch me. Nothing matched the beauty of the face she made when she was aroused, how her brows hooked, how she bit her lips and how they gaped after, other than her face when she came hard for me, crying out my name.

Her body shuddered at the graze of my teeth against her skin as I stripped her out of both pairs. “Jesus, Jo,” I groaned against her wet, bare pussy.

“Ty…please…”

“Please what, baby?”

She moaned, squeezing her eyes shut. “Please… I can’t. You…you have to go.”

“But you’re in pain.” I licked her once, and she trembled hard. I tasted her again. Fuck me. I was teasing her, but I was torturing myself. I wanted to bury my face between her creamy thighs until all I could breathe was the smell of her wet pussy. I needed it. “I can make you feel so good, baby.” I stuck the tip of my tongue between her lips and flicked her clit. “You know I can.”

Her head fell back and forth while she squirmed. The wetness trickling down her inner thigh and the hardening of her nipples spoke of her need for me.

“It’s okay, baby. We’re doing nothing wrong. You need me, and I need you, too.” Keeping the eye contact, I held her hand. She didn’t refuse me. She didn’t fight. “Good girl. You’ve always been my good girl.”

“Oh, Ty. You’re so bad.”

I put her hand on the back of my head. Instantly, her fingers tangled in my hair. “Yes, Mommy. But you can make me a good boy for you.”

That was all the encouragement she needed. She tugged a little at my hair as she pulled me into her, guiding my mouth to where she pulsed with need for me. I dove in, devouring her, moving my tongue how she loved it, licking around the clit with small, paced flicks and then full laps inside her sweet pussy.

Her fingers pulled my hair harder but then pulled me deeper into her heaven. I adjusted my face to include my nose, too, letting the metal bead in the ring massage her clit for double the pleasure.

“Fuck, Ty, oh my God…” Her free arm stretched and she palmed the wall behind her. “That thing…”

I upped the pace, eating her, entering her with my tongue and now fingers, owning her. She clenched, drenching me, and I knew she was close. I moved faster, giving her two fingers and my tongue while circling her clit with the ring and my thumb.

She clenched hard, and her mouth parted with loud moans as her cum dripped on mine, as if she couldn’t stay quiet anymore or forgot we were in public and anybody could hear. It made my cock strain against the denim.

“Hushh.” I chuckled against her swollen nub. “They’ll hear us.”

Panting, she stilled for a second, her eyes wide. Heels approached us. I chuckled again as the footsteps stopped at our curtain.

“Oh my God, Ty. Do something,” she mouthed.

“Ma’am, please put your clothes on and come out,” a woman said from outside.

“Oh my God,” Jo mouthed again, moving in jerks, replaceing her clothes.

I rose to my feet, calm, licking her cum off my mouth and fingers, my eyes rolling in bliss. Jo’s eyes bulged as she threw her hands in the air incredulously, blushing deep red.

“Ma’am? Please come out or I’ll have to come in with security,” the woman said.

I rolled my eyes and gestured for Jo to calm down. Then I stuck my head out of the curtain, a shit-eating grin on my face. “Is there a problem, Miss?”

The pixie woman in a black skirt and beige shirt glared at me. “You can’t be in there, sir. Having sex in a public place such as store dressing rooms is a crime in Texas.”

“Thanks for the information. But why are you interrupting my mama while she’s trying on her pretty clothes to share it with us?”

The woman froze for a second, and then she blinked. “Your…mama, sir?”

“Yes. I’m sure you’ve heard me call her Mommy.” I stepped out and shut the curtain behind me so she could see my cut in full. “What, you don’t believe me?”

Her eyes landed on the colors on my cut, and she gulped. “Apologies, sir. Please forgive the misunderstanding.”

“I’ll think about it, but the odds ain’t so high. Shopping time is when my mama unwinds and enjoys a little time for herself, and now you ruined it.”

Her throat bobbed with another gulp. “How about a thirty percent discount on all purchases, sir, to make it up for her?”

“Forty-five.”

The woman winced. “Yes, sir.”

I moved my cut a little so she could see my gun. “For life.”

Tears moistened her eyes. “Anything, sir. I’m so sorry.”

With the two fingers that had been inside Jo, I waved the woman off. “Don’t let anyone interrupt me and my mama again until she has all the fun she wants.”

“Yes, sir,” she sobbed, scampering away.

I went back inside with my Jo and swiped the curtain shut. “Now, where were we, Mommy?”

“Oh my God. Furore taught you well, Rex.” She laughed. God, I missed her laugh. It set my heart dancing. Without thinking, I swooped down on her mouth and kissed her. My hand squeezed her tit, and the other reached down her pussy. I ground my cock against her so she could feel how hard I was for her. I guided her hand on my hardness for emphasis. Then I freed my cock.

Her tongue darted out to lick her swollen lips when she saw my erection, her nipples hardening again. I pinched her, rubbing the tip of my cock in her cum.

“No, Ty, please. I don’t want to do this.”

“You just came on my mouth. What difference does it make if I make you come one more time on my cock?”

“We shouldn’t have done that either.” Guilt dripped from her voice. “We have to go.”

“No. Not before I make you happy again.” My fingers fluttered inside her while I used my cock to tease her clit. “I don’t want you to feel badly.”

“Oh my God,” she moaned.

“Does it feel good, baby?”

“Oh yes.”

“Did you miss your bad boy, Mommy?”

“Oh my God, yes. Yes,” she hissed with pleasure. Music to my ears.

“Do you want to make me your good boy again?”

“Jesus…yes,” she admitted in surrender.

I devoured her lips, working her pussy until she fell apart for me, making that beautiful face that starred my dreams. Fuck. I needed to come. Inside her. But I’d take anything. “I need you, my little faerie.” I filled my palms with her ass and squeezed. “Please.”

Something like plastic and gauze covered a part of her skin on the back. I felt it gently. “What’s that?”

Her face blanched all of a sudden. “Nothing.”

“Are you hurt? Did he fucking hurt you?”

“No. No, it’s not like that.”

I flipped her and checked the bandage. Then I saw the slight redness around fucking ink. “What the fuck? You got a tattoo?” I ripped the bandage.

“Tirone, I beg you to calm down.”

“He branded you? He branded my girl?” I spat. “You fucking let him brand you?”

“He didn’t ask me.”

“I’m gonna fucking kill him. I’m gonna fuck that bastard in the ass. You’re not his to brand. You’re mine.” I smashed the mirror. “You’re mine!”

She twisted, beseeching me to calm down. I grabbed her neck and pressed her face against the wall. “Shut up.” I fisted my cock, stroked it hard and came all over his fucking tattoo. “Property of Furore my ass.”

I took the new red panties and wiped my cum with them before I tossed them back at her. “Every time you think about wearing them for him, remember whose cum was on them first.”