the world. Butch
would consider it a blessing to give Matthew a wonderful start in life.
He knew she came as a package deal when he started to
visit her. Once the dishes were done he followed her into the sitting room. The
tension in the room mounted in more ways than he imagined.
Gripping her waist, he drew her down onto the lumpy
sofa beside him. He barely lived in his apartment nowadays. Most of his time
was spent with Cheryl or at work. There were times he missed the club. No, he
missed the club the whole time. When he saw Nash, Killer, Zero, or Whizz,
walking around town wearing their cuts, he felt like he was being torn apart.
The club was in his blood and had been since birth. Loyalty meant a great deal
to him, and he’d stripped the patch from himself. The appointment to have his
ink removed had been postponed for another week. He didn’t know if he was going
to be able to go through with it. But when he thought about Cheryl, he couldn’t
bring himself to go to Tiny and ask to join back up. The Skulls was not the
place for him to be.
“Stop worrying and just sit down beside me.” He tucked
her close, taking the remote from her hand. Flicking on the television he
refused to do anything else until she relaxed beside him. His cock was rock
hard. Ignoring his need, he flicked through the television settling on a
thriller for them to watch. She needed to know he wasn’t going to hurt her.
Resting one arm behind his head he thought about the
club. The life was in his blood and had been from a young age.
“You need to come back, Butch. He took everything from you in the past,”
Tiny said.
“He doesn’t need to take anything from me. The moment I join you Cheryl
and Matthew are fucking dead. I’m not doing that. I love her.”
“We can’t protect either of you until you come back.”
“I don’t need protection. I’m surviving, and that’s all you need to
know.”
Frederick Gonzalez didn’t hold a single threat to him.
It was over and done with. Everything was in his past, and he had no intention
of going out for blood. There was no need to rehash old mistakes. He lost his
family, and the Gonzalez family moved on. If they wanted the Chaos Bleeds crew
then Gonzalez could have them. There was no need to fight what was inevitable.
The moment they intervened they were at risk.
Cheryl relaxed beside him. He stroked her arm then
cupped her hip. Her palm landed on his thigh. He stared at her pale fingers on
his denim clad thigh.
“You’re going to give up the whole club for a bitch with a son from
another fucking bastard.”
It had taken every ounce of strength inside him not to
hurt Tiny. The other man could kick his ass. Tiny may be in his fifties, but he
could fight better than all of them.
“Nothing has to happen tonight, Cheryl. I’m not going
to run away to a different woman. I’m here, and I don’t back down on my word.”
“I know. God, I’m so bad at this.”
He tugged her onto his lap, running his hand up and
down her thigh. The movie was forgotten as he slid a hand underneath the skirt
of her dress. Her smooth thighs opened as he moved between them to press his
palm against her covered pussy. The strip of panties he touched was soaking
wet.
“You want this as much as I do, don’t you?” he asked.
“Yes.”
Butch wouldn’t fuck her tonight. They could have some
fun without any of their clothing in the way without fucking.
She stroked her fingers up his arm. “I can’t get you
out of my head.”
“Good. I don’t want you to.”
He slid the fabric of her panties out of the way.
Sliding a finger through the lips of her sex, he teased her clit. She jerked in
his arms, crying out as he pinched the bud between his fingers.
“Stop,” she said.
Withdrawing his hand, he watched as she climbed off
his lap. “I don’t want to do this in the living room.” She took his hand,
leading him upstairs to her bedroom. The moment he entered the room he felt
like he’d entered her
would consider it a blessing to give Matthew a wonderful start in life.
He knew she came as a package deal when he started to
visit her. Once the dishes were done he followed her into the sitting room. The
tension in the room mounted in more ways than he imagined.
Gripping her waist, he drew her down onto the lumpy
sofa beside him. He barely lived in his apartment nowadays. Most of his time
was spent with Cheryl or at work. There were times he missed the club. No, he
missed the club the whole time. When he saw Nash, Killer, Zero, or Whizz,
walking around town wearing their cuts, he felt like he was being torn apart.
The club was in his blood and had been since birth. Loyalty meant a great deal
to him, and he’d stripped the patch from himself. The appointment to have his
ink removed had been postponed for another week. He didn’t know if he was going
to be able to go through with it. But when he thought about Cheryl, he couldn’t
bring himself to go to Tiny and ask to join back up. The Skulls was not the
place for him to be.
“Stop worrying and just sit down beside me.” He tucked
her close, taking the remote from her hand. Flicking on the television he
refused to do anything else until she relaxed beside him. His cock was rock
hard. Ignoring his need, he flicked through the television settling on a
thriller for them to watch. She needed to know he wasn’t going to hurt her.
Resting one arm behind his head he thought about the
club. The life was in his blood and had been from a young age.
“You need to come back, Butch. He took everything from you in the past,”
Tiny said.
“He doesn’t need to take anything from me. The moment I join you Cheryl
and Matthew are fucking dead. I’m not doing that. I love her.”
“We can’t protect either of you until you come back.”
“I don’t need protection. I’m surviving, and that’s all you need to
know.”
Frederick Gonzalez didn’t hold a single threat to him.
It was over and done with. Everything was in his past, and he had no intention
of going out for blood. There was no need to rehash old mistakes. He lost his
family, and the Gonzalez family moved on. If they wanted the Chaos Bleeds crew
then Gonzalez could have them. There was no need to fight what was inevitable.
The moment they intervened they were at risk.
Cheryl relaxed beside him. He stroked her arm then
cupped her hip. Her palm landed on his thigh. He stared at her pale fingers on
his denim clad thigh.
“You’re going to give up the whole club for a bitch with a son from
another fucking bastard.”
It had taken every ounce of strength inside him not to
hurt Tiny. The other man could kick his ass. Tiny may be in his fifties, but he
could fight better than all of them.
“Nothing has to happen tonight, Cheryl. I’m not going
to run away to a different woman. I’m here, and I don’t back down on my word.”
“I know. God, I’m so bad at this.”
He tugged her onto his lap, running his hand up and
down her thigh. The movie was forgotten as he slid a hand underneath the skirt
of her dress. Her smooth thighs opened as he moved between them to press his
palm against her covered pussy. The strip of panties he touched was soaking
wet.
“You want this as much as I do, don’t you?” he asked.
“Yes.”
Butch wouldn’t fuck her tonight. They could have some
fun without any of their clothing in the way without fucking.
She stroked her fingers up his arm. “I can’t get you
out of my head.”
“Good. I don’t want you to.”
He slid the fabric of her panties out of the way.
Sliding a finger through the lips of her sex, he teased her clit. She jerked in
his arms, crying out as he pinched the bud between his fingers.
“Stop,” she said.
Withdrawing his hand, he watched as she climbed off
his lap. “I don’t want to do this in the living room.” She took his hand,
leading him upstairs to her bedroom. The moment he entered the room he felt
like he’d entered her
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