Page 22 of Beast
Firstthinginthemorning, I checked on Mark and found him sleeping. He’d been through hell as a kid, and I was determined to make the rest of his life comfortable. Most would say having a father in the biker's life wasn’t the way to do it. I would say they’re wrong. With me, he would learn brotherhood, loyalty, the importance of relationships, family, and standing up for yourself. Too many people allowed others to push them around. Mark would learn differently from me.
I found Skittles sitting on the back porch, coffee in one hand, phone in the other. She wore a robe I’d purchased at Victoria’s Secret last week. Silky and cut just above her knee, it was also see-through. I couldn’t help but feel like a lucky man.
“Everyone get home okay?” I grabbed a coffee and joined her.
“Yeah. I wasn’t expecting any of the things that happened this past weekend. It’s like everyone lost their collective minds.” A cool breeze found its way onto the porch, and Skittles’ nipples hardened beneath the robe.
“What happened yesterday when you had to leave?” She finished her coffee, and I poured another cup from the pot she’d brought outside. “You’re way too good to me,” she said.
“I worry I’m not good enough sometimes.”
Skittles giggled. “Most women would die to spend one night with you. I get a lifetime.”
“Rip Ingles has decided to stick his nose into all our business. We either fold or remove his nose.” This is the part I enjoy—putting other clubs in their place. Rip had no issue pressing Chaos. He wanted us out of town so his club could run things. Brothers of Chaos would never let that happen.
“You’ve got Mark now, Marcus.” I knew where she was going. “Maybe it’s time to let the rest of the club do some of the bad shit.”
I shook my head. An MC president never deferred to his members. I led by example. I didn’t hide. I wouldn’t be me if I did. “Never going to happen. A weak leader equals a weak club.” I pulled on my boots and kutte. The leather smelled good. “I’ll be out running things most of the day. You mind looking in on Mark?”
“Yeah. Diesel brought him that laptop and game console. Brainiac’s going to mod the laptop. The little man is set.” Skittles got up and sat in my lap. “The bigger question is, when do I get more dick?”
“Meet me at the club this afternoon.” I lifted Skittles off my lap and put her on her feet. “What’s your plan for pussy and dick?”
Skittles loved those words. “Well, Wendy’s going to come back down and start helping me with the girls. She has ideas. Carmen wants to help run dick.” She watched me intently. “I’d really like to run both if you let me.”
“I don’t see why not. I’ll bring it up to the club and get an official vote.”
We walked through the house together and stopped in the garage. “I don’t think Gigi will be back,” she said. “Diesel will be pissed.”
“Give it some time, babe.” I grabbed a handful of ass and squeezed. Skittles moved to her toes, grabbed my dick, and kissed my lips hard. I closed the door behind us. “Whore time?”
Skittles laughed and reached down my jeans. “It’s whore time anytime we’re in the same room. You know that.”
I grabbed her by the neck and forced her down to her knees, hair wrapped around my hand. She freed my dick and raised her eyes, a hand massaging my balls.
“That tight cunt wet?” I asked.
“Fucking turns me on, you know that, right? When you talk like that.” Skittles moved my dick into her mouth, and the head pressed against her cheek, the skin bowing.
“Then you’ll be happy to know when I see you this afternoon, I plan to stick my tongue up in that tight little cunt and lick you clean from the orgasm you’re going to have.” I ran my fingers through her hair. “Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“I’ve made myself perfectly clear?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Get on your feet, Goddess.”
Skittles shoved my cock back into my pants and stood. We played our roles well. “Your desires are my pleasure, Beast.”
I patted her ass and left the house, my wife and son. I regretted not being there for his diaper years but was glad I had him now.
“What’s up, Dad?” Cinder waited next to my bike.
“I like the sound of that, asshole.” I climbed on the bike and glanced at the house. “Shit’s gonna get difficult around the house.”
We rode away, perfectly unaware of the van sitting down the street, waiting for us to leave. Near the Pine Bluff county line, Cinder and I pulled onto a dirt road and, a mile later, stopped at the club’s farm.
