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I pointed at the empty chairs around the table. “Someone at this table had been banging Donna while we were still married. Whoever the son of a bitch is, helped her pay those three men to attack me in Sturgis. When those assholes couldn’t get the job done, Donna, or whoever the guy is sitting at this table, murdered two of the guys. They then turned over some evidence to the feds.”
Big Kentucky remained silent for a long time. He didn’t want to think someone at the table would fuck me over like that, but they had. “I don’t know what to say, Beast.”
“You do, so say what’s on your mind.”
“Okay, Beast. That motherfucker isn’t me, so you just narrowed the possibilities.” He got up and walked around the table, rubbing his beard. He was conflicted. “Do you think Kickstand found out, and that’s why he was murdered?”
I’d not considered that in the puzzle as I’d tried to piece together what the fuck was going on. Somehow, it was all connected, and Donna was the central piece. “Find Donna, and we find the truth.”
“And when you find the rat sitting at the table?” Big Kentucky asked.
“I’ll take care of him,” I said.
“You know you need to bring that to the table and get a vote.” Big Kentucky stopped at the door. He shook his head. “Do what you want, but I wouldn’t bring it to the table if I were you.”
“What I just told you stays in this room, BK.” I got up and joined him at the door. “When it’s time, I’ll let you know.”
Skittles sat at the bar alone. I took her by the hand and led her down the hallway. We entered my room, and she went straight to the bed. I pulled off my kutte, and she began undressing. By the time I had everything removed, so had she.
Before I got to the bed, Skittles got on all fours, moved to her elbows, face against the bed, her ass in the air. Nothing we ever did in bed got boring. There was always something new that kept us both interested. We rarely crawled into bed without ever saying a word to each other. Tonight was one of the nights we said nothing.
I placed my hands on her ass cheeks and squeezed. As all men should do, I took a moment to admire my old lady. We were the perfect couple, the give-and-take equal despite the life we led. I moved my hands around her hips, and she reached back for my cock, squeezing and stroking. She enjoyed pleasing me as much as I enjoyed pleasing her. That’s all most of us really want out of life—that partner who would go the extra mile because their love really was that strong. That was us. We went the extra mile to please each other.
Skittles pushed back, and I slipped inside her, stopping with my full length touching her soul. She pulled forward slowly, her pussy squeezing around my cock, and then slammed back against me, repeating the movement beneath a chorus of moans.
She raised and leaned back, my dick still deep inside. I moved her head back, placing my face against her, my hand slipping to her wet pussy, bringing it up her smooth stomach, my arm across her breasts, hand squeezing a nipple.
I rammed upwards, raising her off the bed. She moved her feet back and locked them around my calves, our hard movements in a seductive rhythm that made the room spin. I squeezed her nipples harder, and she cried out again.
When I shoved her to the bed, her body shook, and a warm wash coated my cock. I grabbed her hips again and slammed her back against me, her ragdoll-like body surrendering.
I throttled her repeatedly, enjoying the sounds of moans and whimpers. She’d been bad by going to the whore house and endangering others. I understood why. I accepted it the best I could, and I fucked her for the next thirty minutes until I came, and she was too spent to leave the bed.
Yeah, we were perfect for each other.
16
Skittles
IthoughtMarcuswasgone when I finally found the strength to roll over. It was still dark outside, and I guessed I’d slept for a few hours. He had club business to attend to and would return when he could. No, he was still here, sitting in the chair across the room in the darkness, watching me.
“Marcus,” I said. He didn’t answer. “Marcus. What’s wrong?”
The light came on. I wish I could say I was surprised. She knew the clubhouse as well as anyone. Her sitting in the chair proved that.
“I had to wait until the fucking was over and Marcus was gone,” Donna said. A Glock lay in her lap. “Good to know he can still give it like he used to.”
“Why not kill me and get it over with,” I said.
“Oh, I will. But we need to talk first.” She put her finger around the trigger but kept the gun on her lap. “Did he tell you?”
“What? That you’re a skank?”
“Enough of the name-calling, Melissa. Let's get down to brass tacks. Marcus is out looking for me now. When he finds me, he’s going to kill me.”
“Why?”
“So he didn’t tell you.”
