Black Sheep (Rawkfist MC Book 1) (10 page)

“Push them
aside and stack the leftovers.”

The fridge is
full of unidentifiable crap, and I realize Grandma is a hoarder. This becomes
even more apparent after we finish cleaning up. Checking out Christine’s old bedroom,
we discover a wonderland of dusty boxes stacked nearly to the ceiling.

“She doesn’t
like to throw things away,” Christine says, appearing behind us. “Says it’s
wasteful.”

“Mom, you can
talk again,” I say, hugging her.

“I forget how
things are here.”

“You’re the
black sheep of this dysfunctional family,” Journey says.

Hugging my
mother tighter, I add, “Yeah, you’re Marilyn Munster if rednecks surrounded her
rather than monsters.”

Christine rolls
her eyes and walks outside. Uncle Mullet and his lovely wife are talking to the
chickens. I don’t know where Grandma Grump went, but Christine stands on the
porch.

“This is where
I met Jared,” she says with a wistful sigh. “He and a couple of guys rode up on
their Harleys, looking for Danny.”

“Was it horny
at first sight?” I ask, leaning against the porch railing.

“Oh, yeah. He
asked for Danny, and I couldn’t even speak.”

I share a look
with Journey. Apparently, Christine’s inability to speak around our dad isn’t
something new.

“I should have
known to stay away from him. My dad was always saying how Rawkfist men were
dangerous, but with Jared, I couldn’t look away. Everything I planned for my
future disappeared when I met him.”

“He was also a
way out of this place,” Poppy says, joining us. “If I were stuck here, I’d have
grabbed onto the first viable man too.”

“Maybe it was
that. I hadn’t dated much growing up because my parents didn’t get along with
anyone and I kept to myself. When I met Jared, nothing else mattered. My
parents told me to stay away from him, but I didn’t listen. It was the only
time I told them to fuck off.”

“Poor thing,” I
mutter. “Those would have been my first words.”

Journey nods.
“Mine would have been ‘shut the fuck up, Justice.’”

Christine
smiles at us. “I raised you to speak your mind, but I was raised to keep my
thought to myself.”

“Why does the
wench get to talk shit, but you have told your tongue?” Poppy asks.

“Because that’s
just the way it is in Tumbling Rock.”

“But we don’t
hold our tongues and never get struck down by lightning,” I say. “I think you
need to realize you’re the one keeping those rules. You should tell her to stop
bossing you around.”

“Yeah, you went
out and got a career,” Journey says, jumping in and stealing my thunder. “What
did she do besides collect every scrap of trash from the last twenty years?”

“I don’t know,”
Christine says, seeming young.

Journey steps
closer and wraps an arm around our mother’s shoulders. “You broke free when
Jared showed up. You wanted something, and you went for it. You did the same
thing when you wanted to become a vet. If you can put up with our shit, there’s
no reason you can’t stand up to these people.”

Christine gives
us an empowered nod and looks ready to challenge her mother. Then Coretta
appears from the house and bitches about how we moved things around too much in
the fridge. When Christine looks at her mother, her confidence disappears.

With Christine
losing the ability to speak, Journey steps up and tells Coretta to bug off. Our
grandmother narrows her eyes and points at Journey. She doesn’t say anything
before disappearing into the house, but I have to wonder if she’s put a curse
on my sister. Poppy thinks the same, and we torment Journey about it for the
rest of the evening.

Court

P
ulling down the driveway to the Earlham
house, I spot Jared sitting on the porch. He doesn’t react to my arrival,
remaining stony-faced as I join him.

Inside the
house, a dog barks, and I remember Justice saying the family has a Pug. She
claims he’s so ugly he became cute. Her face always lights up when she talks
about her family, and I hope she’s having fun with her grandmother. Though
truth be told, I don’t know if anyone in town enjoys their time with Coretta
Earlham.

“They’re on
their way home,” Jared says, leaning back in the red rocking chair.

“Justice texted
me earlier to say they were having fun. I think she was being sarcastic, but
it’s hard to tell in a text.”

Jared smirks.
“Those girls don’t know how to mute the attitude.”

“And I hope
they never learn.”

Without looking
at me, Jared mutters, “I’m unsure how I feel about you and Justice.”

“I understand
that, but I’m not backing off. So if you’re looking to give me a father speech,
I can’t see that ending with you satisfied.”

“I’m not saying
shit about the two of you. If I get involved, Justice blames me for whatever
happens. I’m no expert on women, but I know enough to keep my head down and
mouth shut.”

Nodding, I’m
relieved to avoid shit from Jared. The man is like a father to me, but I won’t
give up Justice unless she takes out a restraining order. Even then, I’ll
probably break it on a regular basis.

“Here they
come,” Jared says with a hard edge to his voice.

When the SUV
stops halfway down the drive, Jared and I frown at the idling vehicle. Three of
the doors open and the sisters appear. Even confused about what they’re doing,
I can’t help admiring Justice long legs as she steps out of the car. She spots
me and smiles. Then she spots Jared, and her smile fades.

Christine backs
the SUV out of the driveway before disappearing down the road.

“That woman,”
Jared mutters, standing up as the girls walk the rest of the way to the house.

Journey arrives
first. “Mom says hi,” she tells Jared while unlocking the door. “She couldn’t
deal with you and her mother on the same day.”

Jared nods. “Your
grandmother sure is a peach.”

“Is that code
for bitch?” Poppy says, stepping onto the porch. “Hey, Justice, your piece of
meat is here. Oh, and your dad too.”

Justice ignores
her sister and focuses her attention on me. “Is something wrong?”

“No.”

Her gaze
flashes to Jared and then back to me. “Are you still super hot for me or has
something changed?”

“Are you
messing with me?”

“For once, no,
I’m not.”

I lean down and
whisper, “I’d fuck you right here if your dad weren't watching.”

Justice looks
at Jared, who’s watching us in the aggressive way I’d probably look at a
criminal asshole cozying up to my daughter. I don’t blame him for giving us his
death stare, but I also make no effort to remove my arm from around her
shoulders.

“Dad, want to
see the gym?” Journey asks.

After tearing
his gaze from Justice and me, Jared exhales hard. “Sounds good.”

“It’s where she
sculpts her guns,” Justice announces.

Journey grins
and kisses her left bicep. “Wish I could punch people more often, but life
ain’t like the movies.”

Jared smiles at
his oldest daughter before following her around the porch to the detached
garage.

“If he told you
to stop seeing me, would you?” Justice asks, looking scared.

“No. If he told
you to stop seeing me, would you?”

“Of course not.
I haven’t obeyed my parents in nearly a decade. I’m certainly not starting
now.”

“Want to show
me your room?”

Justice’s eyes
light up. Nodding wildly, she grabs my hand and tugs me into the house. The
living room and kitchen are empty except for one of the cats. I hear music
playing from a bedroom on the right side of the house.

“Poppy won’t be
able to hear anything, and Journey will keep Dad busy for a long time.”

Justice leads
me down a hallway lined with family pictures before we arrive at her bedroom.
Locking the door, she gives me a bright smile.

“I missed you.”

“How was lunch
with your grandmother?” I ask while I scan her blue and orange decorated room.

“Don’t make my
pussy shrivel up?” she instantly says.

“Your room
kinda looks like a beach resort.”

“Wait, is this
you playing hard to get?” she asks, grabbing my buttoned up shirt. “No way do
you get to come over here looking this fine and then not put out.”

Grinning, I
kiss her. More like devour her. She tastes so damn good, and I’m an addict
looking for my next hit.

In a wild
display of lust, Justice tries to tear open my shirt. When the fabric doesn’t
give, she frowns at me.

“I need to work
out more.”

“More?” I
tease.

“Fine, I need
to work out.”

“Or I could
unbutton my damn shirt for you,” I offer while cupping her tits hidden under a striped
blue T-shirt.

“You shirtless
without my having to exert effort? I’m breathless in anticipation.”

My lips find
hers again. Wrapping an arm around my neck, Justice reaches over for the TV
remote. A music station soon plays, covering her moans as I grip her ass and
press her against my erection.

“You’re so
beautiful,” I murmur against his cheek.
“I want you to see how fucking beautiful you are.”

Turning her to
face the dresser, I reach around to unbutton her shorts. Justice watches me in
the mirror’s reflection as I slide down her pink panties. My fingers linger on
the soft skin of her ass. Justice exhales softly, and her pussy clenches when I
slide a finger between her wet flesh.

“Court,” she
says, speechless again.

My dick pops
free from my jeans as I shove them down to my knees. I need to feel the heat of
her pussy. Unable to wait, I press the head between her folds. One hard thrust
and I groan with relief. Justice wiggles her hips, adjusting to my size inside
her.

My hands disappear
under her shirt and grip her hard nipples hiding under her bra. Bending my
knees to level out our heights, I pump my hips steadily while Justice makes delicious
little grunts. My gaze holds hers in the mirror. One thrust after another,
faster when the need grows unbearable and then slower when I regain control.

I refuse to
stop. I don’t care about the other people in the house. I can only feel the
intense heat of her tight pussy around my cock. The rest of the world is an
afterthought.

Justice

T
he concept of sex is great, but I can’t
imagine bending over this way for any man other than Court. His touch is the
only one I crave. I even find myself wanting his approval, and I rarely care
what anyone thinks of me. With Court, everything is different, scarier, and
deeper.

My bangs bounce
with his every thrust, and I know he’s close when they begin bouncing wildly.
Grinning at him in the reflection, I relish the way his jaw tightens and eyes
close when he releases all of his desire into me.

The moment his
dick slips from my body, I spin around and wrap my arms around him.

“If my dad
catches us, we’ll be so grounded,”

“Don’t talk
about your dad right now,” Court says, lifting me up on the dresser and
pressing his lips against mine until I can barely breathe.

My hands
scratch lightly at his chest still hidden under a shirt. Quickie sex is
phenomenal, but I want to get this sexy specimen naked.

“Will you stay
over tonight?” I ask when he finally releases my lips.

“Are you sure
that’s cool with your mom?”

“I’m
twenty-three, Court. I can have as many naked guys in my lair as I choose.”

“Fuck do I love
when you say crazy shit like that.”

Journey’s voice
announcing her need for a clean shirt alerts us to Jared’s arrival inside the
house. Sadly, Court is forced to return his impressive cock to the confines of
his blue jeans.

Once my shorts
are back on, I shake out my arms. “Do I look like we just fucked?”

Court
looks me up and down and then nods. I frown
and check in the mirror. My cheeks are rosy red while my glazed eyes imply I’m
well-fucked or stoned. Yeah, Jared won’t be fooled.

“Whatever. I’m
a grown woman and stuff.”

I take Court’s
hand and press it against my cheek. He immediately cups my face, and I sense
he’d ask for another round if my father’s voice weren't audible from the living
room.

“You don’t have
to stay tonight. I can go to your place, or you can have your space or…”

“Shut up,” he
says, kissing me hard.

My cheeks flame
hotter from his unrelenting kiss. I have no interest in leaving this room, but Journey
doesn’t generally talk so loudly. She’s clearly signaling for me to stop
humping Court and return to the world of the dressed.

Journey stands
in the kitchen while Jared tries to coax Hal out of a chair. He even threatens
the Pug to no avail.

“You need to
make him respect your authority,” I tell Jared.

My father looks
at me before his gaze focuses on Court behind. An awkward moment passes between
the men. Personally, I feel fine. Sitting on the couch, I pet Louise, who
immediately takes refuge in my lap.

“Do you think
pulling my gun would intimidate your stupid dog?” Jared asks.

“How stupid can
Hal be if he’s outwitting you?” I mock as Court joins me on the couch.

My father
frowns darkly, and I suspect he’s trying to intimidate Court. This display
would be more impressive if he weren't struggling against the will of a
fifteen-pound dog.

“Hal,” Journey
says from the kitchen.

The dog
grudgingly climbs out of the chair and gives Jared a dirty look before trotting
to Christine’s bedroom.

“See, Dad, how
he respects those who demand respect?”

“Save it,” he
says, flopping into the chair. “Journey is making tater tots.”

“We just ate at
Grandma’s hellhole.”

“I didn’t eat
much,” Journey announces. “I don’t trust food stored in someone’s car.”

“Uppity bitch,”
Poppy says, wandering down the hallway as if she’s drunk. I suspect she’s only
tired. “I enjoyed the warm potato salad.”

Poppy kneels
down before crawling to her spot on the floor where her furry pink pillow
waits.

“Dad,” I say,
drawing his attention away from Poppy, who is now hiding under a blanket, “I
know the motorcycle club is a social club and doesn’t do anything even a little
bit illegal.”

Poppy pokes her
head out to give me an eye roll while I notice Journey smirking in the kitchen.
Court remains silent and edgy next to me.

“That’s right,”
Jared says without a hint of bullshit in his voice.

“So what kind
of social stuff do you do? Picnics and stuff like that?”

Jared gives me
a sly grin. “Many of our members are business owners in town. We organize quite
a few charity events.”

“Ah, that’s
heartwarming,” I say, patting Court’s knee. “Is the president of the club
anyone I know?”

“Joe Wells.”
When I only stare at him, Jared adds, “He said he came by the Mart and said
hello to you.”

I scan my brain
for a Joe Wells. Unfortunately, every person in Tumbling Rock visited me long
enough to state how my mom used to live in town, and she was quite a looker
back then, and she left my dad when he was in prison, and now she’s back. I
always nod at their babble because I’m at work and telling them to shut up
would be unprofessional.

“Wait, that old
dude, Joe?”

“He ain’t that
much older than me, Justice.”

“Are you sure?
He looks pretty dang old, and you’re super young and virile.”

My sisters
laugh at the compliment, but Jared only rolls his eyes. “Joe’s been running
things since our first president died in an accident.”

“Do you mean
‘accident’?” I ask, using air quotes. “Or was he actually in an accident?”

“He was
painting his barn and fell off the ladder.”

“Was he drunk?”

“Probably.”

“Joe said
something about a carnival and asked if I was coming. Since I didn’t know what
in the queef he was talking about, I only nodded and smiled.” I turn my head to
smile at Court. “That’s all I do all day is bullshit people. It’s very
impressive how often and well I lie.”

“I know I’m
impressed.”

“Can I lie to
you?”

Court loses his
smile. “Never.”

“Good luck with
that dream, champ.”

I return my
gaze to Jared frowning at us. I frown back at my father, but he doesn’t relent
like Christine would. Underneath his easy-going demeanor lies the temper of a man
accustomed to making problems go away. Does Jared view me as the problem or is
Court the bad guy?

“The carnival
is in less than two weeks. We hold it at the high school track field and raise
money for the local food bank.”

“That’s some
sweet charity work there,” I say, still frowning at Jared, who doesn’t realize
I’m messing with him. When he refuses to stop glaring, I shrug and lean my head
against Court’s shoulder. “What do they have at the carnival?”

“Games,” Court
answers when Jared won’t. “Rides. Cheap food. It’s great.”

When I smile at
his enthusiasm, he takes my hand in his.

“They have a
carnival a few times a year. As a kid, I nearly pissed myself over them.”

“Sexy,” Poppy
mutters under her blanket.

“Ignore her.
She’s probably passing a large blood clot or something.”

Now Jared
frowns at Poppy, and I realize maybe this man wouldn’t have done well in a
house full of girls. He certainly doesn’t enjoy the period talk, and that’s the
topic of half of the conversations we have in our house.

“Sir,” Poppy
says, lowering her blanket to look at Jared, who clearly senses she’s about to
mess with him. “Why does your motorcycle club have a misspelled name?”

Jared
expression makes me think he’s considering ignoring her question. Deciding to
appease the little weirdo, he explains, “The guy that started the club back in
the late sixties left it up to his vice president to design the vests.
Apparently, Johnny Dove couldn’t spell for shit. That’s the story at any rate.”

“Education is
so crucial,” Poppy mutters. “Even in West Virginia.”

“How is high
school working out for you?” Jared asks, tempting trouble by engaging with the
hormonal teen.

“It’s all
good.”

“Make any
friends? I’m sure there are plenty of girls looking to spend time with someone
friendly like you.”

Poppy shows no
reaction to his dig before answering. “The girl cliques were too catty. I like
people that avoid snark. The stoner kids smell like pot and the Goth kids smell
like pot. I’m too smart to hang out with the athletes and too dumb to hang out
with the nerds. I tried sitting by myself at lunch, but idiots kept thinking I
was lonely and joining me. I finally met a couple of decent new best friends.
Now I hang out with Four-Eyes, Chunks, and Cowlick at lunch. Oh, and Cowlick’s
mom is giving me a ride home from school so Justice won’t have to.”

“Do you little
friends know you call them that?”

“Sure. They
call me Hot Girl. Our friendship is beneficial for everyone involved. I no
longer have to worry about stupid people bugging me at lunch, and the bullies
stopped hassling Chunks after someone started a rumor that I’m crazy and killed
a kid at my last school.”

“You got that rumor
idea from me,” I grumble. “I started one like that about Journey in my freshman
year.”

“So? You did it
first, but I did it better. You only said she killed the guy in self-defense.
In my rumor, I stalked my victim for months before finally finishing him off.”

Nodding, I
admit, “That is better.”

“So to answer
your question, father of my sisters, school is awesome. I have friends, and
people fear me, and I’m in classes just difficult enough to keep me from dying
of boredom but not so difficult I have to stress out. Life truly is grand.”

“This tiny town
ain’t so bad,” I announce.
“Poppy’s made friends. Mom’s business is doing well. I have a great job and a
sexy slice of meat. Journey exists. It’s all good times.”

Jared stands up
and joins my existing sister in the kitchen where she waits on the tater tots.
I take this moment to turn to Court.

“Do you think
my father will kill you for fucking me so deliciously?”

“I doubt it,
but you should probably not mention that deliciously fucked stuff to him.”

“Censor myself?
Seems unhealthy but okay.”

Court kisses me
quickly but still manages to give my lips a quick lick with his delightful
tongue.

Jared loudly
clears his throat. “I better say goodbye so your mom can stop hiding out.”

“She’ll get
over that eventually,” I lie.

“I’m sure she
will,” he lies in return.

Journey hugs
Jared, but I hesitate. If he smells sex on me, I don’t want him going on the
warpath. Rather than being a wuss, I hug him goodbye and take the chance of his
wrath. He only pats my back and kisses me on the top of the head.

“Glad the visit
with your grandma didn’t kill anyone.”

“Food poisoning
takes awhile to kick in, so let’s not assume anything yet.”

Jared grins and
then says a forced goodbye to Poppy hiding under the blanket again. My father
shares a tense eye to eye conversation with Court. I don’t know what they’re
saying, but I assume a few dick wagging comments are exchanged. Jared finally
smiles in a fake way while Court gives me a triumphant expression. Apparently,
my man’s dick wagged better or something.

In the end, I
don’t care what they want. Their drama is secondary to my desires both to keep
Court and have my father be happy for me.