Page 6 of Abe (Marked Skulls MC 3)
When I pulled my mouth away from her, she was panting hard. Her green eyes were wide and hungry, she’d forgotten about her threat to kill me. Right now we were nothing but two bodies desperate to be inside each other.
I pulled her back to me by her waist and undid the buttons of her jeans. She wrapped her arms around my neck, rubbing her fingers through my short buzz-cut hair. I pulled her jeans down, then her panties and my fingers found her wet juicy pussy.
Alexis moaned, throwing her head back with pleasure as my fingers rubbed against the slit of her engorged pussy. Her clit was throbbing and raw and I stroked it hard, leaning my face into hers. She had pressed her eyes close, facing the ceiling and little pleasured moans escaped her lips with every stroke of my fingers.
I wanted her to come. I wanted her to be helpless in my hands and see for herself what I was capable of doing to her. Grabbing her by the shoulders, I whipped her around. She gasped as she fell back into me, her precious little butt pushed against my thighs. She was naked from the waist down and dripping wet between her legs.
I stretched one arm over her torso, keeping her pinned to my chest by pressing down on her neck. She rolled her hips, grazing her bare ass against my legs. I knew she could feel my growing erect cock tenting in my jeans, she rubbed herself against it, holding my thighs for support.
My other hand trailed down her breasts, down her belly to that spot between her legs again. Alexis moaned and then spread her legs, just like I wanted her to.
My back was against crates of bottles, and I had her pinned to myself. She was breathing hard, holding on to me while she faced forward. I breathed into her ear, I could smell the sweet fruity smell of her shampoo, her silky red hair was in my nostrils, in my eyes.
With her legs spread out like that, there was only one thing for me to do. My fingers found her pussy again and I started rubbing.
Alexis yelped, while I stroked her engorged clit roughly. She had bunched up my jeans, holding me tightly while her body shook with waves of pleasure.
“Oh my God!” she moaned over and over again, while my fingers rubbed her clit in a quick motion. She was moving her body, rolling her hips, giving in to the pleasure of having my fingers on her wet pussy.
I could feel the sweet juicy stickiness of her on my fingers and I slipped my forefinger into her folds. She moaned louder, throwing her head back, resting it on my right shoulder. I started pumping my finger into her, sliding it in and out of her wet swollen folds.
“I’m not going to stop till you come for me,” I growled into her ear and she opened her eyes. We were looking at each other, her mouth was hanging open, her wide green eyes were glazed over. She licked her lips and gulped, while her body shook with the rhythm of my finger thrusting in and out of her pussy.
“I’m coming,” she said meekly, like she was coming against her will and I increased the speed of my pumping. I rubbed her clit, sliding my finger in and out of her pussy till I felt her juices dribble out of her folds. Alexis shook with her orgasm, pressing her eyes close and moaning loudly. I held her in place with my arm still wound around her breasts till her breathing subsided, and she stopped shaking.
The moment her orgasm relaxed, she wriggled out of my grasp and sprang away from me. My cock was still rock-hard and throbbing in my pants. It had to be my turn now. I wasn’t going to be satisfied till I had emptied myself in her, but Alexis looked angry. Sense had returned to her. Her pale cheeks looked pink with rage.
“This was a mistake!” she hissed, picking up her panties and jeans from the floor. I watched her with heavy breaths, my eyes narrowed and hungry for her beautiful petite body.
She was fucking changing her mind! I wanted to punch something.
“I need to get out of here,” she barked, slipping her jacket back on her shoulders again. Back to being fully dressed now, she stood glaring at me, running her hand through her hair to settle it back down.
“Go if you want to, I’m not going to stop you,” I said and wiped my fingers down my jeans. She watched the motion and gulped, slowly looking back into my eyes again.
“I came here to tell you to please leave my brother alone,” she said and her voice wavered a little now. I straightened up, squaring my shoulders. My cock was still throbbing angrily, my frustration was mounting.
“And why should I do that?” I asked her and Alexis shook her head.
“Because I’m begging you to,” she exclaimed and I saw a change in the look on her face. For a moment, I thought she was going to burst into tears, but she gathered herself in time.
She rushed past me, swinging the door open and banging it shut behind her. I was alone in the storeroom, imagining her body in my arms, how sweet that release would feel if I had my cock inside her.
“Fuck!” I growled and smashed my fist into the wall.
Chapter 8
Alexis
When I returned to the apartment, Oz was already asleep. All the lights were switched off and there was no deafening music playing in his room.
I sat down with a thump on the couch, feeling exhausted—in both my body and my soul. I kept sitting in the dark like that, thinking about everything that had happened.
What Abe had said to me in the storeroom had struck a chord. What was the real reason why I had gone to see him? I couldn’t even answer that question honestly in the privacy of my own thoughts. What did I think I was going to change? Killing him was an empty threat; we all knew that I wasn’t capable of that. Abe barely even knew me, and he already knew I wouldn’t be able to follow through with that threat. So, why had I gone looking for him?
It had felt good being with him. He knew exactly what to do to my body to make me come like a switch had gone off in me somewhere. I could still feel the rush of that orgasm coursing through my veins. I could feel his fingers on my clit, in my pussy…and I pressed my thighs together tightly.
I should have pushed him away, I should have walked out of that storeroom before he kissed me. But once his lips met mine, I was helpless, it was like I was living a deep suppressed fantasy. Being with the bad-boy.
I shook my head and tried to drive those thoughts away. Abe, and every other guy like him was bad news. I needed someone like Joshua, but why hadn’t I gone out with him for the past year since I’d known him? What was stopping me from being with him? It was obvious that he wanted to be with me, he would have jumped at the opportunity of an actual date.
And yet, I had kissed a guy I just met, I’d allowed him to strip me down and tease my pussy till I came like an explosion in his hands. Why had I done that to myself? When I knew that there was no chance for us.
I stretched myself out on the small couch, staring up at the dark ceiling. I thought I had gone to the bar because I could change Abe’s mind about Oz, but I had done the exact opposite—this was like a game to him. He was even more determined to get to my brother now.
Men like him; they didn’t care how many families they ruined by luring an impressionable young boy into their group. I could have burst into tears, fallen at his feet and begged him to spare my brother—and he wouldn’t have batted an eyelid. He knew he was powerful in this city, he knew he had violence and strength and money on his side; and my pleas wouldn’t have made a difference to him.
I gulped, feeling hot tears pricking the backs of my eyelids. I should have moved us out of this neighborhood right after mom died. I shouldn’t have allowed Oz to spend one extra day in this neighborhood, or given him the opportunity to get involved with the Romanos or any of the others. It was all my fault!
Now that he had a powerful MC member like Abe on his side, I wasn’t going to be able to stop Oz from getting involved in the same violent life that my dad had gotten into. He’d died in a shootout when I was seventeen, but Oz was too young, only ten, and he didn’t remember the death. He didn’t know how much our dad had put at stake just so he could live that life. Our dad had driven mom to alcoholism, he had killed her and ruined our lives. And now his son wanted
to live that life too and there was nothing I could do to stop him.
I dragged myself off the couch and went to my bedroom. I needed to take a shower, I needed to get that strong masculine scent of Abe off my body.
I stood for ages under the warm spray of the shower, keeping my hands on the wall for support…wishing our lives could be different.
For starters, I wished I wasn’t so attracted to him…that I wasn’t attracted to the very kind of men who I despised, who I was trying to keep my brother away from.
I could feel his hands on me, his tongue down my throat, the way he held me close to himself. Abe was strong, muscular and rough and in his arms, I had felt safe…even though I knew that he led a dangerous life.
The more I thought about him, the more I was turning myself on. With the water coursing down my body, my hands drifted to the spot between my legs where his fingers were. I rubbed my clit, feeling it beginning to swell with desire again.
I pictured his wide shoulders, his deep blue eyes staring into my face, his lips that were surprisingly soft, so delicious to kiss.
With a jerk, I moved my hand away from myself, my eyes flew open. What was I doing? I was fantasizing about the man I wanted to hate!
I stepped out of the shower quickly and dried myself. I felt like I was going insane. I changed into my pajamas and slid into the cold bed, my childhood bed, and tried to get to sleep.
I wasn’t going to be able to keep Abe away from Oz, I was powerless against him. But, I was still his sister and I knew that Oz loved me, so my only option now was to keep working on him. Hopefully, I would be able to change his mind before it was too late.
Chapter 9
Abe
A week later, Lila and I were spending the day at the garage; working on the cars that needed to be fixed. Lila had worked at the garage ever since she was a kid, Fred and Lewis had shown her the ropes but they weren’t expert mechanics. It was only after I had joined the MC and taught her everything I knew, that she turned into a real gear-head, just like me.
Now the garage was a side business, not the real money maker but for Lila and myself, it was more of a hobby. It was where we spent the day when we wanted to relax.
