Page 17 of Abe (Marked Skulls MC 3)
He reached for my breasts with one hand, squeezing them, rubbing my erect aching nipples through my tight t-shirt. His other hand was making its way to my pussy, sliding into the folds.
I arched my hips up, feeling like I was going to explode. He thrust his forefinger into my pussy, while his mouth remained on my clit. I closed my eyes, giving in to the explosion of feelings in my belly.
Abe’s finger slid in and out of my pussy, his tongue lapped at my swollen sticky clit.
His mouth was like a treasure trove of pleasure, and he knew just how to use it. He lapped up my juices, licking and teasing my clit. His finger started pounding my pussy and I knew I was going to come.
I screamed his name, bunching up the sheets and wrapping it all over my torso as I writhed with pleasure. I was on the edge, I was falling over and then I was coming.
Abe kept licking, his finger kept thrusting in and out of my tight dripping pussy and I exploded in his mouth, just like he had in mine just minutes ago.
My orgasm washed over me, blinding me and I opened my eyes wide while I came. I stared at the ceiling, concentrating on what he was doing to me, with his mouth and his finger and his other hand pinching my nipple tight.
When I was done, my body seemed to collapse and sink into the bed. I felt exhausted, like I could have curled up in a ball and fallen asleep right there.
Abe slipped his finger out of my pussy and started standing up. I looked at him, while he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
“Did you have sex with her right before I got here?” I asked him.
I didn’t know what was making me ask him that question. He had kicked her out of his house for me. He’d told me there was nothing serious going on between them…after all, this thing with Abe was just about sex, right? I didn’t even like him, did I?
“I haven’t fucked another woman since I first fucked you, Alexis,” he said, and bent down to pull up his jeans again.
I straightened myself up on the bed, as Abe turned from me. He had walked over to the closet and was picking out a t-shirt to wear. I had noticed the sudden change in him right now. I could sense that I had taken it too far. I shouldn’t have kept pushing him about Vanity, I shouldn’t have shown him that I cared about what was going on between them.
I watched as he slipped a t-shirt on and then picked up his leather jacket off the back of a chair. It was like he was giving me a subtle hint that it was time for me to leave.
I got out of bed and started putting on my jeans in silence.
“I should go. I need to get back to work anyway,” I said.
Abe nodded his head like it was a good idea. My throat had gone dry. What did this mean? Was he shutting me out?
“Alexis, I meant it when I said that I’m not going to let anything happen to you or Oz,” he said, as I walked to the bedroom door. I hadn’t even checked to see if my hair was okay, I was sure I looked like a complete mess.
“Sure,” I told him at the door and walked out.
Chapter 17
Abe
I met up with Oz again the next day. Today we drove out to a stretch of badlands where we could practice his shooting, and Oz was as excited as ever. He was a fast learner with a steady eye and a good aim, and the more time I spent with the kid, the more convinced I was that I had made a good decision regarding him.
I sat on the dusty ground, a few feet away from him, keeping an eye on his form while he practiced some target shooting. We’d brought several six packs along to share between us, and I had one can open in my hand and a cigarette in the other.
My mind was drifting; even though I tried to remain focused on Oz’ shooting. I was thinking about Alexis and what had happened between us the previous day. The sex was great, it was better than great…it was like every time I took her, I wanted more. Her body fit into mine, it was perfect; like she was made for me.
But then she had so many questions about Vanity.
Vanity meant nothing to me. I didn’t bat an eyelid when I kicked her out of my house. Alexis, even though I barely knew her, was the more important person. I was strangely excited to find that she had found my house and turned up.
Even though she had given me bad news about the Dark Legion, and even though it had made me mad to know that they had turned up threatening her—it didn’t stop me from having a raging boner in my pants.
The sex was inevitable. If I was alone with Alexis, I had a hungry need to have her and there was nothing that either of us could do about it.
But it was after the sex, that things had taken an awkward turn. She wanted to know if I’d slept with Vanity. I’d told her the truth; that I hadn’t fucked any other woman since I’d met her. In reality, I’d thought of very little else since I met her…but that realization hit me hard.
What the fuck was I doing here? Why was I turning into a one-woman man even without knowing it? Did she think this was turning into something else? Did she have more expectations from me than I could fulfill?
I watched now as Oz turned and walked back towards me and sat down on the ground, reaching for a can.
“How’s it looking?” he asked and I nodded my head.
“You’re getting there,” I told him.
Oz was enthusiastic and eager to learn, and I was glad to have him as part of the team for the test shipment. However, I was quite sure that Alexis hadn’t told him about her encounter with the Dark Legion.
I decided that it would be a good idea to keep that detail to myself for now. I didn’t want to discourage Oz from joining the MC just because of a few threats from the Dark Legion. We could handle them. They couldn’t stop us from growing. My ambition for turning the Marked Skulls into an MC that was strong and powerful was running high and I was ready to risk anything to achieve that. Even if it meant putting everyone’s lives at risk.
The only thing I needed to do was make sure that Alexis was safe. I wouldn’t let anything happen to her.
“You talking to your sister?” I asked, looking ahead at the dust swirling up in the light breeze ahead. Oz cleared his throat and shifted uncomfortably.
“Not really,” he replied.
“Why? You’re talking to me,” I said and he shook his head.
“You’re not family, and you’re not the one who is trying to keep me out of the MC. I still can’t wrap my head around the fact that she slept with you, when she wants me to stay away from you,” he said and when I looked at him, he was gritting his teeth.
I took in a deep breath and picked up a pebble and aimed at the target bottles in the distance. The pebble landed nowhere close to them.
“Yeah, well, I get the feeling that she kinda wants the best for you. You should probably talk to her, make her understand,” I said and Oz looked at me and rolled his eyes.
“Have you been able to make her understand?” he asked.
“I haven’t tried hard enough. I’m not her baby brother,” I replied.
Oz and I sat in silence
for a few moments, he was thinking. He took a large swig of his beer before he spoke again.
“I know I shouldn’t really be asking you this, because you’re like my mentor and all,” he began and I looked at him with my brows crossed.
“What are your intentions with my sister? Like, are you guys still seeing each other? Are things getting serious?” he asked and I clenched my jaws and looked away.
What was with all these fucking questions? First Alexis, and now Oz!
“Not really, things are not getting serious I mean. I’ve seen her a few times in the last couple of days, but it’s casual. Neither of us are really looking for anything serious. I’m pretty sure she still hates me,” I said, forcing myself to grin.
Oz nodded his head and then shrugged his shoulders.
“It’s just that, you know, she tries to be this brave strong adult but I know on the inside, she’s suffering,” he said. I whipped my head around to look at him again.
“Suffering from what?” I asked and Oz squinted his eyes against the breeze.
“A string of bad relationships. She seems to have pretty bad taste in men, no offense,” he said and I gulped, before taking a drag of the cigarette.
“She’s been dumped?” I asked and Oz sighed.
“Yeah, and not just that. I mean, these guys that she usually goes for all cheating violent assholes. All her relationships have started off with her being crazy in love with some guy who ends up treating her like shit. She’s been single for the last year, she told me she’d washed her hands of men,” Oz continued.
The more I heard, the more guilty I felt about what was going on between Alexis and me. I didn’t mean to turn into another name on that list of men who had treated her badly.
“I have no intention of treating her like shit. I would never be violent to a woman,” I said and Oz nodded his head.
