Page 26 of Justice

A movement to her left shifts her attention to an approaching Red. His eyes, like every other swinging dick, were homed in on her chest.

“VP, who’s your friend?”

Lightning pulls away, turning in Red’s direction. “Hey, Pres. I’ve got a surprise for you.”

CHAPTERTWENTY-TWO

Red watchedthe bike carrying the girl with the unusual hair come through the gate. He’d seen the fine piece of machinery sitting alongside the curb for several days, but never had he imagined such a beautiful woman could outshine such a work of art.

“Red, did you hear me?” The annoying sound of a girl’s pleading voice pulled him from the woman on the bike, crashing him back to the reality he, until now, craved more than anything.

“W…what?”

“I said, I want to suck your dick, but Mercedes said you promised her she could.”

“Oh,” he mumbled, his eyes fixed on the sparkly chest of the woman. He waited for the cloth hovering over her nipple to shift with her movements, giving him an unobstructed view of her tits.

His limp dick twitched as she raised her leg, the light from the fire in the barrel beside her reflecting in the leather of her boot. “Maybe later, Brandi. Daddy has business to discuss.”

Red could feel himself grow hard, something which hadn’t happened without a shit-load of medical intervention in years. He’d been to every specialist who would take cash and a fake name, to see if they could fix his issue. He tried every drug on the market, both legal and experimental, but nothing had given him so much as a twitch since his rotten bitch of a stepdaughter had gone off to prison.

He had wanted to fuck Justice, claiming the fucking cherry between her thighs. His then Sargent at Arms, Bobcat, wouldn’t hear of it. Even beat him unconscious when he tried to do it the night he killed his wife, Lavender.

By the time Bobcat finally died, it was too late. He received a letter from the warden of the prison telling him Justice had died during a fire set by a disgruntled inmate. Too bad all he got was her ashes in a box, he would have fucked her dead corpse just to feel her pussy around his cock.

Red salivated as he approached his VP, Lightning. He met the man during one of his trips to see a new doctor, stopping off for a beer and the smell of pussy, drowning his sorrows of his failed hope his dick would magically work again.

He overheard a pair of cops talking about a biker they had chased for twenty miles, about him pulling off the highway and waiting for them when he grew tired of the hunt. They couldn’t believe their eyes when they came around a bend in the road, and there he sat, resting on his bike as if taking a nap.

It took two weeks to track Lightning down, but it was one of the best decisions he made. Outside of tricking Lavender Hart into believing Big Jim was a preacher and the marriage license she signed was real. One look at the woman, and her two daughters, and the animal inside him had to have the little girls.

Justice had been a demon since the first moment he spoke to her, but Tymeless, his precious Tymeless, was something special. Gentle as a summer breeze, with the ability to look past his sins and make him feel like a saint in her eyes. Where he had wanted to fuck Justice until she begged him to stop, he wanted to take his time with Tymeless. Drown in the sounds she would surely make as he drank from between her thighs or watch in awe as her breasts bounced while she rode his hard cock.

“Well, I hope like hell my surprise is wrapped in shiny shit with a pink bow on her head.” Red didn’t give a shit if his ogling of this biker’s old lady bothered him. This was his club, and he owned everything inside the gates, including this beautiful piece of hot-pink pussy standing before him.

“Pres, this motherfucker is Hawk.”

Shock hits him in the chest like a fucking wrecking ball. All this time he’d been waiting for this rogue bastard to come knocking at his front door and he'd been across the street the whole time.

“As in the rogue bastard from Florida?” Red sneered, needing to establish an air of authority the man before him may have forgotten during his time without a club.

“My ma and pops were married when I was born, so you can keep the bastard part to yourself. As far as being rogue, I ain’t found anything I'm interested in joining. Clubs around here are getting too soft.” Red chose to ignore the disrespect, for now, keeping his focus on the piece of ass flashing him all sorts of signals she wanted him as bad as he did her.

“This your old lady? I don’t see a claiming patch.” Not that it mattered to Red, this bitch wouldn’t be the first old lady he fucked right in front of his club.

“Where the fuck would she put it?” Hawk tossed back at him, slinging his massive arm around the tiny girl. “But no, she ain’t my old lady. Met her a few cities back, beat the shit out of the motherfucker she was hanging off as he tried to stiff me on a deal. I took her to earn the money I’m out.”

Red’s dick began to swell even more, as he took a good look at her. Those doe eyes of hers reminded him of Justice, but her melon-sized tits told him he was about to suffocate and die, one happy motherfucker.

“What’s your name, darlin’?”

“Candy,” she purred, like a fucking cat in heat. Red was ready to cool the burn rising up between those thighs of hers.

“Well, Candy. Why don’t you find something to eat and let me have a word or two with Hawk? I’ll come to find you when I’m ready to spend some time with you.”

Red wasn’t about to waste the first hard-on he had in years he didn’t have to pump up with the valve under his balls. He would offer Hawk anything he wanted in exchange for his help, and a rather large sample of the woman who stood beside him.

“Don’t you forget me.” She shoved her nearly bare chest into his as she nipped at the shell of his ear, running the sharp nail of one finger along his neck. “I’d hate to get bored and start without you.”

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