Chapter 16: Chapter 16

The alarm was about to go off, signaling the start of the day. Staying was out of the question, but that’s exactly what Blake wanted to do. Having a woman in his arms felt good. Sharing his bed with a warm body felt good. Sinking deep inside a warm, wet, willing woman all night felt damn good.

Blake was loathe to call an end to the night’s festivities, but it was time to get up and get moving. “Come on, teach, time to roll.” Flinging back the covers, he rolled on top of her, nudging her slack thighs out of the way, and filled her with morning wood.

Her head rolling on the pillow, Gabby moaned, and Blake grinned as he took up a slow, steady motion, like waves lapping against a shoreline. She had a sweet pussy, better than any club whore, and he couldn’t get enough.

“How am I supposed to go anywhere when you’re constantly inside me?” she said lightly, feigning annoyance.

Lazily circling his tongue around her nipple, Blake hummed. “That’s your problem, teach. I got no issue calling in sick and spending the day right here.”

“I’m going to be so sore later.”

“Good.”

“Good?” Her eyes danced with fire.

“Good,” he repeated. “It means you’ll spend the day thinking about me.” Just like he knew he’d be thinking about her. Gabby made his dick painfully hard every time he looked at her. It only seemed fair to return the favor.

She made a face then, with her hands on his shoulders, pushed him onto his back. Straddling his hips, Blake’s attention latched onto her perfect teardrop breasts and he palmed them, squeezing and kneading as she rocked against him.

“I need to get home so I can shower and change before school,” she told him, her breaths choppy as she rode him.

“Then you’d better fuck fast so you can go,” he told her. “Ash is going to be up soon.”

Her eyes shot open wide, and all movement stopped. So Blake took it upon himself to do it for her. Taking hold of her waist, he pushed up into her at the same time he pulled her toward him, then away.

“He can’t see me here.”

“He asked you to stay.” Thrusting up, he caught her sweet spot, and Gabby’s head fell back, a soft moan spilling from her kiss-bruised lips. Engaging every abdominal muscle he had, Blake sat up, his mouth closing around her throat so he could feel the subtle vibrations on his tongue.

Her fingers threading through the longer bits of his hair, Gabby said, “He’s going to get the wrong impression.”

“That you’re fucking his dad? Newsflash, teach, you are.” Blake muffled his raspy laugh with a tit between his lips.

“You’re terrible.”

“Yet here you are, riding my cock like it’s a carnival ride.”

“Shut up and fuck me, asshole.”

Grinning, Blake rolled her back onto the bed, flipped her over onto her stomach, and pulled her up onto her knees. Positioned right where he wanted to be, Blake said, “I plan to,” then slammed home.

***

Sitting behind his desk in the company’s single-wide, Blake stared at the stack of endless papers and let loose a curse. He fucking hated paperwork. It was worse than death, truly. Where the fuck was Country when he needed him? Whenever shit piled up, he pawned it off. Being the only person who knew why he hated that part of his job, Country was cool like that. Without him, the project would fall behind and eventually come to a halt.

Leaning back in his chair, Blake rubbed his eyes, feeling the strain. Days like this, he wondered why he didn’t just stick with engineering. Reading, of any kind, always fucked him up. Case in point, that humiliating moment in Ash’s room when he got all twisted over a children’s book. But sorting through contracts and other legalese was a special kind of hell, and one that he’d only wish on his worst enemies.

Like Ricky Cruiz.

That piece of wasted sperm was on the move. Word around the clubhouse was that a couple of Cruiz’s boys had busted up a carry-out late last night after the owner refused to pay their toll—a fee that would purchase their so-called protection from rival gangs.

Only problem with that was the Spartans were the closest thing to a gang within a hundred miles, and they’d gotten out of the game a long time ago. But they still held enough clout with the locals that Cruiz was playing it smart, sticking to the outskirts of Spartan territory, though it was clear he was tightening his belt notch by notch. For the time being, Blake and his men were playing it cool, and as long as Cruiz kept a respectable distance, there wouldn’t be a problem. The second he didn’t…

Blake’s thoughts threatened to take a dark turn, and he shook his head to clear it. No sense traveling down that road unless he had to.

Instead, he reflected on the previous night and that morning. He’d known Gabby would be sweet, but he hadn’t anticipated just how much. Man, she was a hot piece. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been able to go more than two rounds in a night, never mind five. His dick was sore from taking her so many times, but it was worth it. Hell, if she was sitting in front of him now, he’d spread her out like an all you can eat buffet and take her again, that’s how good it was.

That was the difference between screwing a broad at the club and screwing a lady with class. Gabby was all class, from her silky brown hair to her polished toes, and Blake was the kind of man who enjoyed some of the nicer things life had to offer—like brown-haired beauties with polished toenails.

But with class came complications, and having Gabby stay over brought with it a few that Blake wasn’t certain what to do with. Sometime during the night, when he’d decided to cut her a break and let her get some shut-eye, he’d ended up lying there like a schmuck and watching her sleep. He knew as he was doing it that he could be in trouble, and when she curled into his arms and slung her leg over his, nestling in real close-like, he knew for a fact that he was. Couple that with the fieldtrip to the zoo when he told Gabby she would be his old lady one day? Yeah, there was no coming back from that.

And when she’d started whimpering sometime later, caught in the throes of a nightmare, he’d been there to kiss her awake and chase her troubles away with a gentle touch.

What a woman like her would have nightmares about, he hadn’t a clue. From what he could see of it, her life was pretty damn idyllic. Good job, great parents, roof over her head. But he knew better than anyone that appearances could be deceiving. The trip to Swan Creek came to mind, as did that brutal scar on her back. He’d traced it more than once throughout the night, and it most definitely hadn’t been a scratch. However, she came about that marking, it’d been a traumatic experience.

He’d seen worse on brothers fresh out of the pen bearing battle scars from run-ins with scum who’d paid to see them dead, but not by much.

There was definitely a story behind it, and Blake was more determined than ever to find out what it was.

A knock at the trailer door shattered his concentration, and Blake shot an evil look at whoever stood behind it. “It’s open!”

Country stepped inside, battling to shut the door against the heavy winds. There was a storm coming in, and Blake was looking forward to trying to talk the good teacher into sticking around for another night. After the way she moaned in his ear and called his name throughout the night, though, he didn’t think convincing her would be much of a problem.

“Hey, Prez, catch you at a bad time?”

“Why would you say that?” he asked, his tone cutting.

“Because your dick is trying to punch a hole through your pants, and you’re looking at me like you want to put a bullet through my skull.”

Glancing down, Blake saw that, indeed, he was rocking a pretty impressive hard-on. With a rueful smirk, he asked, “Why the fuck you checkin’ out my dick, Tuck? You straddlin’ the fence now?”

Country’s lip curled as he dropped down in the chair across from him. “Fuck no. The only thing I get my dick wet in is pussy.”

“The younger the better, right?” Every time he saw Country with one of the house bunnies, he swore she was younger than the last. Pretty soon, he’d have to start IDing bitches before they entered the clubhouse so they didn’t get raided for corrupting minors, or whatever the hell police arrested full-grown men banging teens for these days. He wasn’t up-to-date on the laws.

“Always.” Kicking an ankle up on his opposite knee, Country slanted him his standard lazy look. “So what did you want to see me for?”

That’s right. Blake had called him there, hadn’t he? Brows nearly touching in the middle, Blake sat forward, folding his arms on the desk. “Jodi paid me a visit last night.”

“That bitch still crawlin’ around?”

Nodding, Blake said, “Like a cockroach. She woke Ash up, got him upset.” Country cursed, and Blake cleared his throat and drummed his fingers on the arm of his chair. “I had a woman over. Didn’t look good.”

Country’s sandy eyebrows shot up. “I assume we’re not talking about a broad.”

He knew the answer to that. Blake never took ass home. The only woman to enter his house after Jodi left was Gabby. He made it a point never to expose his son to anything that might harm his childlike view of the world.

The time for that would come eventually, but until it did, he was doing his damnedest to keep him a kid as long as possible.

Running his hand over his mouth, Country eyed the floor, his head nodding slowly. “Want me to have a talk with her?”

“No, I don’t want anyone near her. I can’t put my finger on it, but Jodi’s up to something. You should have seen the wild look in her eyes last night. It’s more than just drugs.” His gaze lifted and Blake pegged Country with a hard look. “Get someone on her. Find out where she’s staying, who she’s hanging with, how she’s spending her free time. Everything.”

Reaching into his back jeans pocket, Country pulled out his phone and started typing. “You got it, Prez. I’ll handle this one personally. If that bitch so much as queefs, you’ll know about it.”

Holding up his hand, Blake chuckled. “I don’t want that much detail, bro.”

“You sure? ‘Cause if anyone can dig up the dirt, it’s me.”

“I’m not looking for that kind of dirt, but I appreciate your enthusiasm. Just make sure that whatever she’s into, it’s not going to blow back on me or the club.”

Pushing from the chair, Country gave him a two-finger salute. “You got it. Anything else before I take off? I promised I’d take that little cherry I told you about the other night for a ride up the coast later.”

Blake raised his brows, but didn’t ask. Instead, he slapped the stack of eye-bending papers sitting on the desk. “Yeah, you can get these out of my sight.”

Striding over, Country lifted the pile and gave it a cursory glance. “These all need signatures?”

“I’m assuming. I haven’t had time to read through them all.” They both knew that wasn’t entirely true. He’d had the time, just not the wherewithal.

“I’ll give them a look tonight, give you a summary of what we’re looking at in the morning.”

“Sounds good, bro. Enjoy your ride.”

Tipping his head, Country disappeared out the door, only wrestling with it a little bit this time. Once Blake was alone again, he dropped his head back on the chair’s headrest and stared at the stained tiled ceiling. So much for the quiet life. Seemed no matter how hard a man tried, the past was determined to dog him to the grave. At least he had the company of a naughty school teacher to keep him company until the reaper decided to pay him a visit.

Closing his eyes, Blake replayed his night with Gabby, and found himself wondering what she was getting up to.