Seven Sunsets (8 page)

Suzy was all softness. Her mouth was soft wrapped around my long, thick rod as Cowboy went to the bathroom, probably to get some lotion to use as lube. She’d never be able to take what I did to most women’s throats. Wrapping her hand around the rest of my dick, she pumped as she sucked. I reached around to feel the soft caramel hair that lined her snatch, soft like she’d never shaved it before. Working a finger around, I found her wetter and wetter as she squirmed.

She gasped when I touched her little honey trap with my tongue. I breathed her in because, well, I loved pussy. She’d sucked me off, and now I was pleasuring her while Cowboy got his dick milked. Suzi was dripping wet, her pussy clenching around my tongue inside her. I quit licking and got to my knees to fingerfuck her sweet hole as I watched her take Cowboys dick in her mouth.

As she sucked Cowboy’s prick, her ass was shoving against me until her pink pucker was kissing my cock. All while my fingers moved inside her, stroking her walls. Oh, she wanted it. Gently, I humped my rod through her soft ass cheeks. I pulled my fingers out of her pussy, licked one and glided it into her asshole. Cowboy wasn’t quite as hung as me so it was a good thing he was taking the back, but damn I wanted her to myself all of the sudden.

“Oh,” she gasped, moving away from me and Cowboy’s cock.

“Fucking, tease,” I said but in a dreamy voice.

“Hey, that’s mine.” Cowboy switched positions, ready to go since he hadn’t come down her throat like I had.

We moved Suzi until she was straddling my waist and lying on my chest, her breasts smashed against me. That wouldn’t do, so I lifted her a little to cup them, tweaking her hardened nipples. “Are you ready for this?” I asked her. My cock was hard again, thinking about gliding into her wet pussy, tighter with Cowboy inside of her too.

“You’re not both going to be inside me at once, are you?”

I thought of us both stretching the same slick walls, but I didn’t want to touch Cowboy’s dick. “He’s going in back, and I’m right here.” Taking the base, I positioned my dick to enter her.

“I didn’t agree to this.”

“What do you think fuck us both at once meant?” Cowboy asked from behind her, cozying up to her asshole.

She squirmed on top of me, making me want to hold her down and slam her pussy with or without Cowboy.

Looking into her anxious eyes, I asked, “You’ve done anal before?”

“A few times. An ex-boyfriend.”

Fuck, I wanted to change positions but a deals a deal. “You backing out?” I asked, pinching her nipples and thrusting toward her.

She breathed, enjoying it, “No, I need the money.” Her eyes looked more worried, her thoughts far away.

But her warm, wet pussy was waiting. I entered her, little by little until I’d plugged her but still hanging out a bit as I usually did. Sliding my hands down to her tiny waist, I steadied her for Cowboy. Watching her bite her lip as Cowboy came in from behind, I felt him too. His movements were enough, tightening Suzi even more around my shaft, the friction amazing. Suzi’s eyes were watering, blinking before me. I thought if I were to move I’d break her in two. Damn, she was taking an asspounding. Cowboy had gone crazy on her just like he had the Mutherfukers but up her ass. I would have been a lot gentler. As much as I didn’t know if she liked it or not, I knew my cock was enjoying it. Surprising me, soon Suzi was getting off, regardless. I took the opportunity to move a little, slow and purposeful until I got off too.

Wrapping my arms around her, I was still inside her when Cowboy hauled out and went straight to the bathroom. She was crying, but trying to be quiet about it. I kissed her forehead, feeling like a turd in a punchbowl. Suzi moved to get up and off me, but I stopped her. “Just lay here.” Her head flopped against my chest as her tears fell. I put the sheet over us. “Shh, it’s going to be alright.”

Cowboy must have went to his room because I didn’t see him again before Suzi and I fell asleep. She was long gone come morning.

Emery

We’d slept too long. When I woke, it was like I’d come out of a suffocating fog. I smiled as the warm glow of the sun came through the window and kissed my face. I was a damned fool, I knew, tangled in the arms of an outlaw, a killer. I’d had good days like this before that faded too quickly, so I savored the feeling of happiness. His big tattooed arms around me tight, I felt safe and maybe even loved. His scruff rubbing against my skin, he nuzzled me. Scar was up, in more ways than one, ready to try and convince me again. Could I really run away with him? After another round of extraordinary sex, we got ready to ride. We had to take a shower, and treat my tattoo. While Scar carefully rubbed the ointment on, I smiled at the sight of it in the mirror. He bandaged it back up.

“Does everyone’s woman get a tattoo like this?”

He grimaced a little before answering, “Oh, yeah.”

The boys wanted to stop and talk about their plan, so we ate lunch. I learned all was well as long as a girl named Anarchy still had a thing for Cowboy. She was obviously their intel. She’d told Cowboy when Polecat left for Horizon City, where the EL Paso chapter of the Gods housed their club. That was where we were supposed to be later today. The boys thought they knew the route he’d take, after some heated debate about the best way to get from Tucson to Horizon City. Scar’s plan involved catching a man named Polecat before he caught them and took them to the mother chapter of the Asphalt Gods in Tucson. The Coyote Ghosts would be circling the Gods in Horizon City, not doing anything wrong but distracting them all the same.

Leaving the diner under the brilliant afternoon sun, we rode around El Paso, hoping to run into the man who was supposed to make sure Scar never made it to California. Eventually, we stopped at a truck stop, to rest or whatever they needed to do. I went straight to the ladies room not sure when we’d be stopping again. The sun was setting as I walked out of the bathroom, shaking my hands because there were no towels. Scar was waiting on me. He put his arms around me while we waited for the boys. “Look at that sunset.” When I looked up, it was the most beautiful sky I’d ever seen. “I told you we needed some clouds,” the big tough guy explained, kissing the tip of my nose.

Royal purple clouds lined in scarlet gave way to dazzling golds, hanging in a deep blue sky. Mountains peaked in the distance while silhouettes of Cacti dotted the horizon. I’d not been this far west since I was a child, so I was mesmerized for a while by the natural beauty.

Another visual treat was in front of me. Scar stared in my eyes. “You still haven’t said you’ll come with Halley and me when this is over. I don’t expect you to love a killer like me. Not yet. But I’d like the chance to be a good man to you.”

“Just like this sunset, I wouldn’t change a thing about you,” I said with a smile. I never thought the clouds in my life would turn into something as beautiful as this sunset, but I felt more than hopeful for the first time in a long time.

Scar

Emery smiled a real smile, and for the first time since I’d met her, I didn’t see the pain. I’d only known her a week but her feelings ruled me. Her smile cut me deep. I didn’t want her to ever stop smiling.

How can one week change your whole goddamn life? Last week, I was nothing but a killer, a loner. Even with my plans to save Halley, I was a heartless man. Now, I never want to kill again. I’d given up on my club as well, and now my brothers have risked their hides for me more than once.

Emery hadn’t answered me about leaving, going away. Just as I was sure I wanted to, I didn’t want to leave my brothers high and dry either. I at least had to make sure Bones and Cowboy were okay before I disappeared. Not to mention, I had to somehow kill Serpentine and get my sister. The basic idea was to lure him with the promise of the money. We were to meet alone to make the trade. He’d hand me Halley, and I’d hand him the money. But I wouldn’t have money, I’d have a pistol and fourteen years worth of hatred. Bones and Cowboy would be my back up, hiding outside. However, I was meeting Serpentine in the fucking snake pit, his turf. Anything, hell, everything could go wrong. I didn’t trust Serpentine as far as I could spit, but I’d cross that bridge when I came to it.

Cowboy was on the phone with Anarchy, seeing if she’d heard anything about Polecat. She hadn’t heard anything except he hadn’t made it to the El Paso chapter’s house yet. Deciding we needed to circle Horizon City ourselves, so we didn’t miss him, we mounted our bikes in the dark now. On the well-lit highway, about ten miles away, I saw the four Coyote Ghosts speeding the opposite direction as us. Behind them came Polecat and Meat in the lead, practically all of El Paso’s Gods behind them with a fucking crash truck.

We were done for and as much as I wanted to get to California, I didn’t want them to catch up with the Coyote Ghosts either. Stopping on the side of the road, I told Cowboy and Bones we needed to play this off like they were bringing me in. I didn’t want them to suffer for helping me. For once, I admitted to myself that my brother’s go to lines, teasing me about the General being my daddy had been right, the General wouldn’t kill me. I didn’t want him to kill my brothers either.

“Fuck that,” Bones said. “It’s night and we can lose them. I say we ride on to California right now.”

“The General will have everyone after us. We’ll never make it,” I admitted.

Cowboy suggested, “We could always split up, let them take you and meet up with you in Arizona. Leave from there.”

If I’m alive, I thought but didn’t say it. We didn’t have any more time to debate. Polecat and Meat were coming our way. The brute of a man dismounted his hog. Polecat stunk, I mean like from a distance and like pure shit, hence the name. I put my arms around Emery’s waist and lit a cigarette. Looking at Polecat’s expression, I thought it really might be my last.

Meat stayed put. Twice the size of Polecat, who was bigger than me, he was the General’s Enforcer. The machine guns strapped to his back tempered my reaction too. It looked like the rest of them were still after the Coyote Ghosts, but the black van with even darker windows was coming for us.

“Couldn’t wait until we made it to the clubhouse?” Bones tried just as Anarchy stepped out of the van, her flaming red hair whipping in the wind. Fuck, we’d been double-crossed. I gave Cowboy a sneer, remembering he’d said it was a long shot but talked to her anyhow.

Polecat shot Bones in the leg point blank, making him crumble to his knee. “I wanted to kill you but the General wants you all alive. I’ll have my fun later. Get in the van.”

Meat had us covered with two fully automatic Uzis, so we all piled in the back of the van, leaving our bikes behind. Anarchy took the time to knock them over. Fuck! Not only had I been caught, I’d lost my ride. Even worse, her sister Freedom was in the passenger seat, her matching dyed hair in high ponytail. Polecat and Meat lead the way on their motorcycles and Anarchy drove. Freedom threatened us with her own M60 mounted in the van. She took the time to give me a scoff, telling me she was still pissed and noticed I had a woman with me. Hell, I didn’t need that kind of drama too. I’d made no promises to Freedom, and she done married another man now.

Emery’s head was on my chest, her arms wrapped around my waist. Cowboy looked like he wanted to kill a bitch, the one driving. I hoped my expression told him to hold the fuck up. If Freedom was good at anything, it was shooting, and you didn’t have to be good when you welded the weapon she had on us. Bones clenched his jaw tight, gripping the bench as he fought the pain, his leg bleeding all over the place. I placed a kiss on Emery’s forehead while Freedom stared a hole through her. I wouldn’t let anything happen to her. Racking my brain for some way to bargain with the General, I knew if he killed me tonight, she’d be on her way back to Manul, and the General would be one hundred grand richer. I had to find another way out. Even though Cowboy had messed up by trusting Anarchy, the bitch loved him. I didn’t think she’d let him die tonight. Being the General’s daughter, she had a big in with him. Bones, I didn’t know who in Arizona had anything for him, so I hoped Skitter would vouch for his worth, at least his net worth.

We made it to Tucson before sunrise. Emery was taken from my arms, and I was hooded—there was nothing I could do about it unless I wanted Freedom to shoot cheese holes through us all. Knowing the place so well, I could tell they were walking us to the barn, where our killing went down. Placed on my knees, my hands were cuffed. I heard, and counted two other cuffs clicking. Where was Emery?

Emery

The men who’d caught us put a hood over Scar’s head and took him away. I was taken by the women to the clubhouse. “Jessy Bell will take care of you,” one of the unnatural red heads told me, shoving me forward. Her hair was pulled into such a tight ponytail, her eyes were squinting.

“What’s going to happen to Scar?”

She leered, “Nothing ‘til morning and nothing he won’t survive. But you, you’re going to work tonight. Rest up.”

I didn’t know what she meant, but figured I’d be doing up the dishes and such until Jessy Bell took me aside, telling me I’d be whoring.

“No, I don’t think so.”

The red head laughed at us, looking too pleased.

We were locked into Jessy Bell’s bedroom while the red heads guarded the door. I looked out the window wondering where they took Scar. We were on the second floor as the clubhouses seemed to all be the same. There was no way to escape. The mama searched through her closet, sliding hangers and threw me some sexy pajamas. “You’re not getting in my bed in your leathers.”

I stared at the pink frilly outfit at my feet. “I’ll just sleep on the floor, thanks.”

“Nonsense. You need to rest up. Tomorrow’s Friday. Everyone will be here.”

“I’m not having sex with anyone. I’m Scar’s.” I showed her my property patch, painfully taking off the bandage.

“Well, aren’t you special,” she sneered, and then chuckled to herself. “Guess you don’t know shit. Scar’s being punished, and you’re part of that. I’m sorry. Just hope it’s only for one night.”

“What’s going to happen to him?”

“I don’t know, but they won’t kill him. That bitch guarding the door, Freedom, won’t let her daddy kill him. And believe me, she has the General wrapped around her middle finger.”

“Why won’t she let the General kill him?”

“You don’t know?” She looked like she was dying to tell me.

I shook my head, no, not sure if I wanted to know.

“He was supposed to marry that cunt, Freedom, but something happened. None of us knows what. He probably caught on to the fact she’s a bat shit crazy bitch. He went Nomad and in a fit of rage Freedom married Hannibal right after he took Scar’s place as VP.”

“Hannibal?”

“Her daddy’s other favorite. His family has been in the Gods since the beginning. If it weren’t for some shit that went down long ago, Hannibal would have been the Prez. someday. So, the General’s always kept him close. Now that he’s part of the family, things have settled down within the club. Well, until this week.”

I didn’t care about Hannibal or any of the club boloney. I was still thinking of Scar’s wellbeing. “So, she still loves him and that’s why he won’t be killed?”

“Freedom doesn’t love anything but herself. But she wants him mighty bad. That and the General thinks of Scar as his own. He’ll get a slap on the wrist,” she said as she rolled her eyes and shrugged one shoulder.

Fuck, he’d get a slap on the wrist, but I was supposed to be whored out. Hell, no! I’d have to find a way to escape. I changed into the lacy negligee and crawled in bed with the pink haired whore. She put her back to mine.

“I’m taking it you don’t like Freedom?”

“She’s patched. You know some of the women are—all because the General never had a son. They act like your friend and shit until they earn that patch, then they look down on the mamas. But we’re tradition, and they’re pimples on our asses.”

“I don’t think the women should be patched either.” I had no fucking opinion or clue about any of it, but I knew I’d better make a friend. “You do what you have to do to get by. They shouldn’t be judging you.”

Jessy Bell agreed with a hell yeah. “You ever before?”

She was talking about being a whore I supposed. “Yeah,” I answered. I’d sure felt like one fucking Manul. “I was hoping that was all behind me now.”

“Because of Scar?”

“Yeah.” Damn fool I was for being hopeful again. “Do you know the best way to sneak out of here?”

She spilled her guts then fell asleep easy. I stayed up all night, thinking of stealing a bike and riding to Reno to see my brother. At least if Manul found me there, I could say goodbye to him first.

Jessy Bell could have been Jewel’s pink haired twin. Just as young and eager, she scurried around in the morning, taking care of everyone just as Jewel had. I helped her all day, cooking and cleaning, all under the watchful eye of Freedom. When it got later and the men started rolling in looking for a drink, she sent me up to her room. “The General doesn’t what you getting away, so I have to lock you up and send the boys your way. But don’t worry, I won’t send anyone up.”

“You’d do that?”

“So much is going on tonight, no one will know whose dick’s where. If anyone asks, I’ll tell them you’re taking someone already.”

I thanked her, hugging her, but she kissed me on the lips. I waited until she was gone to wipe my mouth.

Watching the sunset without Scar, I wondered again what was happening with him while I was being thrown to sharks. He’d saved me from my suicidal mission, but not from Manul, not yet. Now, I was hoping I made it through the night without having to spread my legs for every man here, his so called brothers. Yesterday, I’d loved his brand on my body but now I cursed it. If I’d just run away before, I wouldn’t be going through this.

It seemed Jessy Bell kept her word, even though I spent the night worrying every time there were footsteps outside. By midnight, I thought I was home free until the door opened and two men walked in with Jessy by her pink hair.

“No one’s up here. Looks like she hasn’t had any business.” I could read his vest, the General. Hannibal was with him. Wrinkles and gray hair gave the General’s age away while his body told me it’d be useless to fight. Besides, Hannibal towered over him and was twice as wide with a huge gut and arms like tree trunks. Both of them were littered with what I knew to be jailhouse tattoos.

The General told Jessy he’d deal with her later, slinging her into the hall. He closed the door and locked it, sealing my fate. I was sick, fear rolling through me. He started taking off his clothes.

“It’ll be easier on you if you don’t fight,” Hannibal told me, grabbing me by the arm.

“Where’s Scar? What have you done to him?” I screamed at the old man, taking his pants down.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. You play nice, you’ll see him tomorrow. Tonight we take what’s his.”

We? I looked at the big man who had my arm with an even sicker feeling. “What if I don’t play nice?”

“We’ll make sure Scar’s dead by morning.”

Taking a breath I told myself to be strong, to get through this for Scar’s life. Then we could run away.

*******

I’d just gotten out of the shower when there was a knock on the door. Holy hell, if it were another man, I’d bite his dick off. I didn’t answer, but they came in anyway. The same men who’d violated me just hours ago brought Scar to me now. Shirtless, he was draped between them. His face was a swollen mess, but his one open eye found me. They’d beaten him to a bloody pulp. Shaking all over, it was like he was having a seizure. I soon found out why. The men laid him on Jessy Bell’s bed face first. Across his tattooed back, blood seeped from of multiple lashes. Between them were nasty black and blue whelps and yellow swellings. I sucked in air, imagining the pain he must be in. “You whipped him?”

“Only twenty lashes. He’s lucky he lives to ride another day.” The General blew me a kiss as they were leaving him with me.

Crying at the sight of him, I didn’t know what to do so I called down the hall for Jessy. She got the antiseptic. Slowly, we cleaned every cut while he silently endured the pain.

“You’ve done this before?” I asked her as she bandaged him up.

She nodded, and I was more than sure, I wanted to run away with him, just to get him away from this life. Running my fingers through his hair because it was the only part of him that wasn’t bleeding, I’d wished I’d told him that already.

I bent down where I was eye-to-eye to him, whispering, “You need to go to a hospital.”

“He can’t do that,” Jessy Bell answered for him.

“I’ll survive,” he croaked, surprising the shit out of me as he searched my face. “Are you okay?”

“I’m just fine. You get some sleep.”

I slept beside him and in the late afternoon when I woke, he was still snoozing. The door wasn’t locked so I dressed in my leather pants and one of Jessy’s tops to go downstairs, find him something to eat. The clubhouse was packed. Hannibal and Freedom were the two I recognized besides the other nameless red-head who’d driven the van. I wondered if Freedom knew what her husband did to me. I wondered if she’d put him up to it.

Jessy was busy, so an older woman set me up a tray of provisions for Scar. Her short hair was dyed the same bright red as Freedom’s. She had the same dark roots. “He’ll be okay.” She patted my hand. “Everything will be back to normal soon.”

I noticed a wedding ring. “You the General’s wife?”

“Ol’ lady,” she corrected me. “Wanda.” She offered her hand, but I didn’t take it. Her other hand clutched my shoulder and her beady eyes met mine. “Don’t think I don’t know about last night. It’s no skin off my teeth.”

“Wasn’t my choice.” I throat felt dry, remembering it.

“Don’t go getting used it.”

What the fuck? I’d play like I was strong. That was something I was used to. I jerked away from her, looking down my nose at her. “Like I’d want to fuck your old man.” I took the tray and stomped up the stairs.

Taking care of Scar kept my mind off last night, off of everything for a while but soon I needed some air. Sitting in the sandy grass, I took in the darkening sky for a long time, trying not to cry. I’d thought of running away before, but how could I leave Scar here alone.

I stood to go back inside, shaking the sand from myself, only to see him hobbling toward me, holding the whiskey I tried to get him to try earlier to help ease the pain.

“You shouldn’t be up,” I told him, questioning how he even put his shirt on.

“You shouldn’t run off.” Scar was hunched over a little but handling himself well.

“I’m fine. You should be resting.” I helped him to sit where I’d been before, sitting with him.

“I don’t want to miss another sunset with you.”

Lifting my head, I saw another stunning sky. “It hadn’t been there a minute ago.”

“It’s amazing how things can happen so fast,” he said taking my hand.

Turning to face him, I let him know, “I will go. I don’t know if I told you already, but I want to go away with you and Halley.” My cheeks burned from my smile, but Scar said nothing.

He was quiet for a long time. “I’ve got to leave in the morning, but I’ll be back.”

“Okay, what about me?”

“You stay here. I’ll be back.”

“I’m not staying here.”

“You have to. The General will kill you if you leave. It’s just me. I’m going to get Halley back alone.”

“But if you go alone, how can we go away?”

“We can’t.”

The sky wasn’t as beautiful to me anymore. I felt myself slipping back into an abyss of sadness. Then my tears started.

He took a swig of whiskey. “I’m worried about you holding up.”

Scar didn’t know what I’d gone through last night. He just thought this was my normal thing. He thought this was who I was. I got up to go back inside, dusting myself off. Maybe this was me. “It sticks with me like sand. I think it’s gone, but the grains are always there. I’m always dusting them off just to find them again.” I was talking about the sadness I’ve been fighting since my mother died. Things had only gotten worse for me since then, and I could never shake it off. I didn’t know if he understood.

“Please watch the sunset with me.”

“I think I need a sunrise,” I said walking back to the clubhouse because, hell, I had nowhere else to go. And thanks to Scar, I didn’t want to die anymore.