Tiny

Eva increased her strokes over her clit. She felt sensitive all over. The rough pads of Tiny’s fingers at her h*ps made her already sensitive flesh feeling like it was burning. She loved his rough hands and wouldn’t change the way he made her feel for the world.

“Come for me, Eva.”

As if her body was commanded by his words alone, Eva found her release. Crying out, she stroked her cl*t through her orgasm. Closing her eyes, she felt taken over by love and lust.

He rode her ass through the orgasm. His fingers moved away from her as she came out of her orgasm. “That’s it, baby. Now it’s my turn.”

Hands on her hips, Tiny showed her what it really meant to be owned by a Skull. He f**ked her hard, yet gently, each thrust designed to purposefully bring her greater pleasure. “So f**king tight and hot. Never letting you go. You’re all mine.”

“Yes, Tiny. I’m yours,” she said, thrusting back against him. She gripped his thighs wanting to feel his release inside her.

“Love you so f**king much. My woman, my pu**y, my f**king ass.”

Eva wasn’t going to argue with him. She’d been his for a long time now. It was only him and his actions that had kept them apart.

“I love you,” she said.

He f**ked her hard for five more thrusts. Tiny growled as his c**k jerked in her ass. She felt his shaft pump with seed into the latex. Within seconds his c**k started to ease, going flaccid within her. He collapsed on top of her still in her ass.

“I’ve died and gone to f**king heaven,” he said, muttering the words against her neck.

Chuckling, she caressed his back, loving the weight of him. “If you’re in heaven then you better watch your language.”

“Then I’m in hell that feels like heaven.”

Smiling, she ran her hands all over his body, touching what she now owned herself.

“I love you, Tiny,” she said, kissing his cheek.

He moved over her, resting his hands either side of her head. “I love you, too, baby.” Looking down their bodies, he grunted before returning to look at her. “Now I’ve got to get you cleaned up.”

“I don’t want to be cleaned up. I want to stay here.”

“I wouldn’t be a very good husband if I didn’t clean up my mess.” He climbed off her, withdrawing from her ass, taking great care as he did.

Eva cried out as he picked her up, carrying her back into the bathroom. She felt so tired and sluggish, not that she needed to worry about doing anything. Tiny took care of her in the only way he knew how, by doing everything himself.

He ran her a bath then eased her back inside.

“Are you coming in with me?” she asked.

“I can’t. I’ve got my leg,” he said, pointing at the bandages down one side.

She moaned, sitting back against the tub.

“I’ll clean you, and we’ll have more time for each other.”

Eva didn’t argue. She watched him clean himself up by the sink before he turned back to her. He was frowning, and she knew he was worrying.

“What did Alex have to say?” she asked, knowing in her heart only club problems could put that expression on his face.

“There’s still no word from Murphy or Lash and Nash.”

He ran a hand down his face.

“You don’t think they’re dead, do you?” she asked, concerned for the other men.

“I don’t know. Killer’s last sight of Murphy was his f**king bike.”

Eva thought about Tate. The other woman was a hard assed woman, but the death of Murphy could send her spiraling with no way out from the hell she’d create for herself. Tiny gave her a list of the men who’d gotten in touch. Most of them were injured but being treated. Zero was with a family friend or something. The only three men who’d not been in contact were the three men with wives waiting for them.

“I can’t come back without my daughter’s man. I hate Murphy because I know he’s screwing my daughter, but she loves him and he loves her. I can’t come between that, and I cannot go home without him.”

“Every father hates the men in their daughter’s life.” She didn’t mention Gavin as her father seemed to like him.

She listened as he explained everything that had happened since he left her. Snitch was in Fort Wills, and there was nothing Tiny could do until he called Devil and then rounded up the men. So far he’d found Time and Gunn hadn’t made it. Whizz had called to tell him the news. The men had suffered severe burns and blood loss. Tiny hated the news. All of his men meant something to him, but he couldn’t spend the time dwelling on it. They would get their town back, and Tiny would put Snitch in the ground once and for all.

After he washed her, she took a robe and wrapped it around herself. She cupped his face, staring into his eyes. “I love you, Tiny. There’s time for us later. I’ll be your wife and stand by your side, but we can’t sit around, screwing when your men need you.”

“What do you suggest?” he asked.

Taking his hand, she led him into the bedroom. Grabbing her cell phone, she pointed to where the room’s phone lay beside the bed. “I’ll get the directory and start making calls to local hospitals and stations. You call Devil and start to come up with a plan.”

“Why?”

“Because the people of Fort Wills need you, and this bastard needs to be put in the ground.”

Picking up the cell phone, she dialed the first hospital and started to ask around for the men. She wouldn’t give up until she saw the dead bodies of Murphy, Lash, and Nash with her own two eyes.

Chapter Twelve

Killer sat in the coffee shop, watching the bikers beat up a helpless citizen. Tensing in his seat, he tried not to make his presence known. The owner of the shop had seated him in the corner near where he could see the action but not be spotted by the men hurting his town. Fort Wills hadn’t started out being his town, but he was part of it now.

The man leaning against the cop car was the leader. He’d heard the men refer to him as Snitch. Killer had left the women at the apartment armed with a gun. He needed to check out what was going on. Waiting in the apartment expecting the men to come looking for either him or Tate was driving him crazy.

“You’re safe here,” the owner, Langnor, said, pouring him some coffee. Glancing up at the man, Killer was surprised to see the compassion in his face.

“Do you know who he is?” Killer asked.

“Yeah, I recognize him. He’s the reason we trust Tiny and The Skulls. Bad f**king sort and I hope you guys are ready to put him in the f**king ground for good this time.” The owner looked angrily at the other man. “Last time he was in Fort Wills, he killed my brother. I love this town and consider myself a placid person. Seeing him has reminded me of all the hatred I have for him and his sort.”