Nash(33)

He’d lived on the outskirts of Fort Wills most of his life. The town was everything he needed, small, quaint, and prepared to have a force that wasn’t the law take over. When he’d been contacted over a month ago to rally together a bunch of men for a mission to watch The Skulls, Gill had been excited. He’d not told the men what the real plans were. If the men in the room knew he was using them, Gill knew he’d be dead within seconds.

“We can take them on. They’re weak,” Rick said. He’d murdered multiple women in his time on the road. Gill had a lot of respect for the man. He respected anyone who was going to take the law into their own hands.

“They’re not weak, and anyone who thinks they are, is insane,” Bishop said.

Glancing around at the convicts in his midst, Gill smiled. “They’re all weak. Edward Myers has them all divided. A lot of the men won’t want a druggie in their club. A club divided is a club weakened.”

“You look like you’ve got a plan, Gill. Let’s hear it.”

“The men are weak when it comes to their bitches. They put a shit lot of protection on them.”

“You think going after the bitches will weaken them?” Rick asked.

He shook his head. “No. Attack two of the women, and they’ll put all the protection on them. No one watching their back will give us the opening we need. I know where they’re staying and when to hit out. These men will not see it coming.”

Gill had been contacted a few hours ago by Scars. Their next point of attack was the women. He needed to get control of these men before they found out the truth. Once the others had done their job, he knew the members of Darkness were going to take them out. So long as he played his part, he’d have a chance of living.

Get the job done, and live through it.

All of the criminals nodded and smiled at his suggestion. It wasn’t his suggestion, but they didn’t need to know that. They settled around the table and began plotting the demise of The Skulls, which was really the plan he’d been ordered to complete.





Chapter Eight

Flicking open the clasp, Edward stared at the full round globes of her tits. Fuck she was well stacked, and his mouth watered. He wanted a taste of her ripe flesh. Licking his lips, he dipped down, taking one of her red tipped nipples between his teeth and sucking on it.

Her head fell back against the wall, gasping for breath. She sank her fingers into his hair, pulling on the strands. Edward refused to let up, sucking on her hard.

“Please, harder,” she said, moaning.

Biting down on her large nipple he gripped the edge of her panties and tore them from her body. Releasing her body, he rid himself of the boxers he was wearing.

Edward let go of her breast and took a step back.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m admiring, baby. Fuck, you’re so damn beautiful.” Cupping his cock, he rubbed his length needing something to release the tension building inside him. She looked so fucking sexy. He wanted inside her, but right now he’d explode at the merest provocation.

“You never had a woman before, Edward?” Her hands lifted against the wall, thrusting her breasts up high.

Some men wouldn’t like the extra flesh or the curves she possessed. He couldn’t wait to get hold of those curves and make her his.

Reaching out, he stroked a hand from her stomach up to her breast. He fingered the hard nub pointing up at him. “What are you waiting for?” she asked.

“What’s your rush?” He’d gladly spend the whole night simply touching her.

“This is my rush.” She took hold of his hand and slid it between her thighs.

Stroking through her wet heat, Edward almost lost it. She was dripping wet, soaking his fingers with her cream.

Her pubic hair was nicely trimmed giving him perfect access to her pussy. Sliding his fingers through her wet slit, he teased her clit, feeling how hot and swollen she was.

She whimpered. Her hands went flat to the wall behind her.

He sucked his cream covered fingers, tasting her. Sophia’s eyes widened as she looked at him.

“How do I taste?” she asked.

“Like heaven.”

When she went to her knees, he lost all thought. Sinking his hands into her black hair, he bunched the length in his fist as she gripped his cock. He never thought she’d be like this. Edward always assumed she would be shy and he’d have to take the lead with everything. She was knocking the wind out of his sails with her actions.

He knew she wasn’t all that experienced. There was a clumsiness to her movements, but still, he wasn’t going to complain.

She fisted the length, gazing up at him through drooping eyes. “What would you like me to do?” she asked.