Butch

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 c**k 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 f**king 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 f**king 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 pu**y. 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 f**k her tonight. They could have some fun without any of their clothing in the way without f**king.

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 world. The pastel colors were entirely feminine without a speck of dark in place. There was no clutter, and every single item had its own space. He liked the place. It was like Cheryl.

Moving to her side, he turned her around so her back was to him. He tugged the latch of her zipper down. The red lingerie he’d bought came into view. Pushing the dress off her shoulders, he turned her back to face him.

Admiring the underwear, he tugged the white shirt from his body. His ink stood out compared to her. Cheryl didn’t possess a single mark on her perfect body. To some men she might be a little too big, but to Butch, she was perfect, rounded in all the right places. He loved her rounded stomach and thick thighs. Many times he’d find himself imagining her wrapped around him as he f**ked her hard, slamming his dick inside her. Butch couldn’t wait to get lost between her thighs. Her pu**y would be so f**king sweet.

With his hand on her hip, he drew her close, slamming his lips down on hers. “Fuck, baby, you’re going to drive me insane.”

She melted against him.

He looked down to see her tugging on the belt keeping his jeans up.

In quick movements she had him naked. His thick c**k stood out, pulsing with need. Butch stripped her bra and panties from her body and pushed her to the bed. She fell down, crying out. He landed between her thighs, keeping her in place with his body. Taking her hands, he pressed them to the bed beside her head. Leaning down, he claimed a kiss, sliding his tongue deep inside her mouth.

“Butch?” she asked, gasping.

“I know, baby. Take it. I’m going to make you feel so good.” He was nowhere near done making her feel so f**king good.

Kissing down her neck, he licked at the pulse pounding on the side of her neck. She cried out, arching up against him. There was nowhere else for her to go as he kept her contained to the bed with his hand holding her in place. Down he moved, taking one of her tight ni**les into his mouth. He bit down on the bud, sucking on the tip.

She screamed, thrashing beneath him. Releasing her hands, he cupped her h*ps and pressed his c**k between the lips of her sex.

“Butch, you need a condom.”

He shook his head. “I’m not going inside your cunt. Trust me.”

Cheryl didn’t push him away, and he took his time to slide between her slick folds. Her cream combined with his pr**cum was all the lubrication they needed. Staring into her eyes, Butch knew he was in trouble. He didn’t give a shit about who had her before him. As far as he was concerned, he’d be the last man to take her.

He wanted to taste her. Moving between each breast, he kissed down her stomach, taking his time and relishing the feel of her quivering against him. Resting his shoulders between her smooth thighs, she stared at her creamy cunt on display. She had a small smattering of hair. He didn’t mind his woman actually looking like a woman.