Page 26 of Only The Strong

Sliding two fingers into her dripping pussy, I slowly fuck her with my fingers. “Always so wet for me, babe.” I growl into her nipple.

“More.” She grabs my face and pulls me towards her mouth.

I place my mouth on hers, sliding my tongue inside. I keep using my fingers to tease her, but I add my thumb to rub circles on her clit. She moans, breaking our kiss and I take the opportunity to move down her body and bring my mouth to her nub, replacing my thumb. I could eat this girl out for the rest of my life, it’s one of my favorite things to do. Reese’s hands weave into my hair and hold my head exactly where she needs me. I flick her clit with my tongue and stroke the inside of her pussy, I remove one of my fingers and use her soaking pussy to lube her ass. I'm able to easily slide one finger in and her body immediately tenses and her pussy clenches on the one remaining finger. She screams my name and intelligible curses, her legs shaking. I pause, letting her come down from the orgasm and grabbing some lube, but once she’s back to me I take her right back to the edge, I stick two fingers back in her pussy and one in her ass and suck on her clit like I’m trying to suck it through a fucking straw. Her noises are mixtures of yeses, grunts, and moans, and it’s fucking heaven to my ears. This time I don’t give her any time to recover, I bury my dick so deep into her I’m sure I hit her fucking intestines, her moan is long and low. I fuck her as fast and hard as I can, her moaning and meeting me thrust for thrust. I can’t hold off anymore, but I'm a glutton for punishment and call me sappy but I think it's sweet if we cum at the same time, so I pinch her clit between two fingers and suck one nipple into my mouth. “Cum for me, babe.” Like I flipped a switch with my words, her back arches off of the bed and her pussy squeezes my cock, barely leaving me able to thrust, I push deep inside of her and come so hard my vision blurs. I collapse next to her on the bed. Both of us sweaty and panting. “If I haven't already made it clear, you mean a lot to me, Red.” She rolls over and curls into my side, looking into my eyes. I see my entire future in her green eyes, all of the good and the bad, her on the back of my bike for the rest of our lives. I’d be running for the fucking hills if the love in her eyes didn’t settle every nerve in my body. She kisses my chest in answer and buries herself into the crook of my arm, stunned I pull her in closer, surprised that she’s consciously cuddling into me and shocked at how right this feels.

24

CALLUM

The transitionto living with Reese has been surprisingly easy, and we’ve both been working from my townhouse. She hasn't left the house since she moved in a week ago, also no more crazy shit has happened, but I know it’s only a matter of time and I'm waiting for the psycho to show his face again. As much as I didn't want to leave Reese, I have to go out to the warehouse and help oversee this shipment; we’re making our first delivery to the O’Connell’s.

Reese watches me slide a gun into the back waistband of my jeans and then another into the inside pocket of my cut. “Do you really need those?” She curls into my pillow pulling the blanket up over her, still naked from when I laid her out and made her cum on my dick after dinner.

“They’re just a precaution. I promise” I lean down and kiss her forehead.

She grabs me by the back of my neck, her favorite place to hang on to me, stopping me from leaving. Her voice loses the lusty tones she once had and becomes serious. “Come home to me, Callum.”

I kiss her hand before letting it go. “I will, beautiful. Now put on some clothes, Wyatt and Mason are coming to hang out until I get back.” She crawls out of the bed and walks her sexy ass over to the dresser, pulling on a pair of sweatpants and one of my shirts; it’s huge on her and hangs down around her knees. Smiling at that image, I walk downstairs and wait for the prospects to get here.

Once the prospects are at the townhouse and sitting on the couch finding a movie to watch, Reese walks down the stairs staring at her phone. I take the opportunity to make sure everyone’s on the same page.

“No one leaves this house and no one comes in. If anything happens to Red I will cut off your hands and make you eat your own eyeballs.” I know these two are smart because they both came with guns and knives strapped to them and they have the smarts to look scared when I threaten them; they both nod and I turn to the door.

Reese makes it to the bottom of the stairs and grabs my hand as I’m about to turn the handle. “It’s Sophie’s birthday this weekend and everyone is meeting at Mickey’s to celebrate. I want to go.”

I stare at her because she’s got to be fucking joking. “Absolutely not.” I turn to leave, considering this conversation over.

“I wasn't asking, Callum. I’ve been hiding in this house all week and I want to see my friends.” She crosses her arms under her tits and stares into my eyes, unflinching.

I rub my eyebrow. She's not a prisoner, but that doesn’t mean I won’t fucking handcuff her to my bed to keep her from leaving. “I can’t go with you tonight, Red, and you’re sure as shit not going alone.”

She looks over at the prospects. “Mason and Wyatt can go with me, right guys?”

I glare at them, warning them to shut the fuck up and stayed seated. “No.”

Reese grabs my hands and brings them both to her cheeks, resting her face in them. “Please, I need to see my friends.”

I stare into her green eyes knowing she’s not going to give this up. Reese doesn't fight me on much, but when she gets an idea in her head she sticks to it. Sighing, I turn to focus on my prospects. “She doesn’t leave your sight for a fucking second. Not even the bathroom, you’ll stand outside of her stall while she pisses.” I toss the keys to the Raptor at them. “Take my truck and don’t fucking drink too much.”

Reese kisses the one hand still on her cheek and Wyatt stands up and walks over to me. “We won’t let nothing happen to your Old Lady, Callum.” Old Lady. Holy shit, I haven't even told her how I feel and my brothers are already considering her my Old Lady. Reese and I need to figure this shit out between us or call it quits because every day I'm falling deeper and deeper.

I lean into his face and look him dead in the eyes, hoping he can see my sincerity through mine. “Brothers or not, I will make it as painful as possible for as many days as I can, and right before you die, I’ll heal you, and then do it all over again until I decide it's time; then I’ll slit your throats.”

Mason clears his throat and stands from the chair beside the couch. “We know, brother.”

I lean down and kiss Reese one last time before leaving. “At least wear something that covers your ass and tits!” I toss over my shoulder jokingly as I leave the house to head out into the warm night air to my bike.

The CM Roofing warehouse is far outside of town, deep in the mountains in a valley; it’s where I store the supplies for my roofing business and where I run the company. The warehouse is also where the club makes illegal ammo. When I started the business, the club paid half of the cost to build the shop in exchange to run club business out of it. In the hidden basement of the warehouse, the club has hired people to make ammo for high powered rifles, including many that are military grade and not legally sold in many countries. The roofing employees have no idea there’s a basement. There’s not a lot of activity out here at night, which is why this is when we come to pick up the shipments. I pull up to the warehouse and see that I’m the last one to arrive. I walk inside through the giant rolling door and past the other two prospects standing watch outside. The warehouse is just as you’d expect it to look, a wide open space with all of the supplies lined up on the right, the offices, and a small lunch room on the left. Ronan and Tobi are standing by the black vans while Saint loads a case into the back and Finn is carrying another through my office doors. I incline my head to greet Prez and Tobi and make my way to help load the cases. The hidden entrance to the basement is in my office through a vintage Coke vending machine. It looks like a collectible, but it’s really a door to the stairs to the basement; a cool fucking hidden door, but we can barely fit through it, especially Finn’s giant ass. The basement is just rows of tables with bullet presses with chairs in front of them, a small bathroom, and a small break room. Normally we only have to make one shipment per order to the O’Connell’s, but being as this is going to be a giant fight and we don’t know when it could end tonight's only the first in multiple shipments over the next few weeks.

Once the vans are loaded and the prospects are behind the wheel ready to go, Ronan checks in with the guy that manages our “night crew”, and then we follow the vans to the rendezvous point. Our meeting place is at the back of a logging yard behind tall stacks of wood, the owner is a club friend and turns his head whenever we have get-togethers here. We’re the first to arrive, as we like, and we all stand at the back of the vans waiting. The yard is dark, the only lights coming from the moon above and the headlamps from our bikes. After talking and passing around a couple of joints, headlights shine over the piles of lumber. Killian and Conor get out of a sweet dark green ‘67 Maserati Sebring Series 2 Coupe, while his other lackeys hop out of vans similar to ours. The prospects open the back doors to the vans, the lights inside illuminating the cases of ammo, and the O’Connells start to transfer the cases. Killian and Conor bring over duffle bags and place them in our vans where the cases were. Killian shakes hands with Ronan and Saint, Ronan sharing the joint with him now. Tobi starts to count the cash with the prospects, and Conor walks over to Finn and me and shakes our hands.

“Pleasure doing business with ya, lads.” He crosses his arms, watching his men loading their vans. We nod.

“When’s Killian gonna sell me the Masi?” Finn smiles, looking at the classic Maserati he cum over every time we see it.

Conor laughs easily. “Ya’d have a better chance at gettin’ his firstborn boy.” We all laugh at that.

“What’s this war over anyways?” I lean against the open back door of the van and shove my hands into my hoodie pocket, the air biting a bit.

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