The Death Lords, Volumes 1-3: His Wild Desire, Her Secret Pleasure, Their Private Need (7 page)

“I’m the sick fuck?” he screams at me. “I’m not the one boning my sister. You’re the fucking perversion.”

“Who I sleep with isn’t any of your business. Who Chelsea sleeps with isn’t any of your business.” I bend down and take out the spike. “And I’m going to teach you that lesson tonight.”

I jam the spike about seven feet off the ground into the tree trunk and then pick up the sledgehammer. He starts blubbering. “Fine, fine. I won’t say anything about you and Chelsea.”

“And you’ll give the money back?”

“Yes,” he cries. “Whatever you want.”

The weight of the sledgehammer is satisfying in my hands. Real good. “You know why I killed that asshole outside Rowdy’s? It wasn’t just because he was a racist skinhead. Can’t kill everyone for that. It’s because he said something about Chels. No one gets to say things about Chels and go away unpunished. I’m not going to kill you, Ellerby, because you need to spread the word. She’s untouchable.” I lift the hammer and raise it above my head. “You don’t speak of her.” I swing. He screams. “You don’t touch her.” The hammer hits home. “You don’t even think about her.” I swing again.

The ringing of metal against metal is a gratifying sound. Not as great as hearing the crunch of his skull against the steel mallet would be, but good enough. I look down and Ellerby is crumpled into a ball, a slobbering whimpering mess. The scent of urine rises up. He’s pissed himself. Unsurprising.

“This happen a lot?” I ask Michigan, pointing toward Ellerby’s piss-stained pants.

“Now and then. Depends on who you’re dealing with. That’s why I mentioned the plastic.”

I reach into the bag for my rope and swiftly tie it around Ellerby’s wrists. I loop the rope over the spike I’ve driven into the tree and start winching Ellerby up. Because I’m a nice guy, I turn his body so he’s facing the trunk, otherwise the position would rip his arms out of his sockets. “I’ll get a roll from the hardware store next time I’m in.”

“You’re pretty good with the hammer,” Michigan observes.

“Thanks.”

Once Ellerby’s toes are just touching the ground, I stop and tie off the rope. “You can try to get down but I doubt you’ll be able to. I’m showing you a great deal of mercy here. Someone will show up in six or seven hours to start work and they’ll find you and let you down. If you’re smart, you’ll spend that time giving your arms a rest by climbing the tree with your legs. In the meantime, enjoy having the ants, bugs, spiders and possibly snakes crawl all over you tonight.”

“You’re not going to hit me with that?” Ellerby’s head tips toward the hammer.

I slap it against my hand. “Not tonight. But if I even see you standing within ten feet of my girl, next time I swing this, your head will be on the other end instead of the spike.”

I gather my bag and nod to Michigan. We walk out leaving Ellerby hollering at us to let him go.

“So you and Chelsea,” Michigan muses on our way home.

“Got a problem with that?”

He’s quiet for a moment and I want to turn around and hang
him
from a tree.

“No,” he says finally. “Not everyone’s going to be okay with it. A lot of folks probably see you as brother and sister and forget that Judge isn’t her bio dad, so there’ll be censure and judgment. What’s Judge’s take on it?”

“Haven’t talked to him about it. Chels is reluctant.”

Everything depends on Judge. If he places his blessing on it, the club will back him up. If not, then Chels is probably right. I’m going to have to leave the club and home. Just when I returned.

Michigan claps me on the shoulder. “If you two are okay with it, then fuck the rest of the world.”

I drop Michigan off at the bar so he can pick up his bike. The house is dark when I get home. Dad’s sitting at the table waiting for me.

“You get everything taken care of?”

“Yup.”

“Will there be blowback?”

“As in will he run off to Chief Schmidt? I don’t think so. We went down to the gravel pit. That’s outside of Schmidt’s jurisdiction.”

“What about the other thing?” He tips his head toward Chels’s closed bedroom door.

“It’s not drugs, Dad.”

He looks relieved. “Then what is it?”

“I…I’ll tell you in the morning. I need to talk to Chels.” Halfway out of the kitchen, I turn back. “Why’d you hook up with Gwen?”

I’d never asked him that. When he brought Chels’s mom home with him after hooking up with her for several years at the meet up down in Missouri hosted by a one percenter national club, I figured he wanted some convenient pussy instead of banging different club sweet butt. Since I was sixteen and nearly out of the house, it was none of my business.

The real shock was how much I enjoyed having Chelsea around and then how my feelings transformed from friendly interest to lust to some stronger emotion. Gwen took off soon after and Chelsea stayed which I figured was the right trade-off.

“She was a shit mother,” Dad admitted. “A good lay but a shit mother. She’d bring Chelsea to these meets which were adults only and leave her to sleep in the car. Part of me wonders if I started banging Gwen to be able to keep an eye on Chels and make sure no one touched her. Gwen started making noise that Chels was getting to the age where she could find a man of her own at the meet up. I knew that I couldn’t leave that sweet girl alone so I brought Gwen home with me. Figured she wouldn’t last long but she left us Chels like I’d hoped.”

“Like you planned, you mean.”

“Six of one, half dozen of the other.” He shrugs.

“You’re a crafty bastard,” I say admiringly. “Always thinking three steps ahead of everyone else.”

“Don’t you forget it.” He smiles and then pushes to his feet. “You oughta check in on her. Think she’s worried about you. Going to head to the club now. See you in the morning.”

I wait in the living room until the engine of Dad’s motorcycle echoes down the quiet night street. Is it my imagination or did he throttle it extra hard? Chelsea opens the door and comes out, a cock-stirring vision in my white tank which drops down far enough that I don’t know if she’s wearing anything underneath.

“Where’s Judge going?” she asks.

“The club. All night.”

She sighs with relief and drops onto the sofa next to me.

“I had a nice chat with Sean Ellerby tonight,” I begin without any preamble.

She shoots to her feet, full of worry. “Why? You’re going to get sent back,” she cries.

“No, I’m not. Give me more credit than that,” I respond evenly. There’s no sense in getting angry with Chels. What’s done is done but I’m not going to pass up this opportunity to redden her ass.

“What did he say?”

“A lot of shit.”

“Like we’re a perversion or something,” she guesses.

She’s miserable. We need to lance the boil before it ruins her.

“He’s not going to say a thing. I promise you that.”

“What about the money?”

“I got three hundred back,” I tell her. I show her the money and her shoulders sag. “I’ve got five grand in the lockbox under my bed which you moved. Why didn’t you dip into that?”

“I’m not taking your money.” She draws back in shock. “I’ve got some money in the bank. If Helen hadn’t come when she did, I’d have replaced the missing petty cash and no one would have known.”

“Until the next time he came back. When you paid that shit-stain money to keep quiet once, you opened the door. But you know what frustrates me the most, sweetness? That you didn’t come to me and tell me what happened. That I had to guess what went on. Isn’t this
our
fucking problem?”

“I was trying—”

I cut her off with a raised hand. “I know what you were trying to do but let’s turn this around. You would’ve wanted me to come to you before running off half cocked paying Ellerby some kind of hush money. You knew it wasn’t going to end with one payment.”

“I was buying time,” she protests.

“What was your next move?” I challenge. “Tell me, what were you going to do when he came the next day and demanded a grand instead of five hundred.”

“I had a week. He said he’d be back in a week!” she yells. Her finger is jabbing into my chest. She has zero sense of preservation.

“You’re lying to yourself. He was going to return tomorrow and every day after.”

She’s fired up and angry—but more with herself than with me. Finally, I stand and throw her over my shoulder.

“We’ll finish this downstairs.” With a hand clamped around the back of her thighs, I trot down the stairs, leaping the last three. I’m anxious to get to the bedroom.

Her little fists pummel my lower back the whole way. I toss her on the bed and she bounces once. Before she can gain her balance, I flip her over onto her stomach and cover her. She futilely struggles underneath me and I raise my hips so I can give her panty-covered ass a quick slap.

Stretching over her body, I whisper into her ear. “I’m going to spank this ass until you are sopping wet and begging me to fuck you.”

“You’re not my dad, Grant,” she hisses.

“No, and I’m not your brother, either. I’m your goddamned lover and I’m tired of lying about it. I want to go to the club party with you wearing my cut so everyone knows you’re mine. I want you to tell the sweet butts and Sara Ellerbys of the world that I belong to you.” She stills and I continue. “I love you and I don’t want to hide it anymore. Chels, God, I’ve not been able to touch you for three years and all I want to do is have my hands on you. It kills me to have to be careful and truth is, I’m not always going to be careful. Not because I don’t care for your feelings but because mine are too fucking strong.”

At my barrage of words, the fight goes out of her. She lies quietly, her frame expanding and contracting with each deep breath as she mentally struggles to reach that place of acceptance. When she reaches back with her arm to awkwardly pet my head, I know she’s with me.

“I’m sorry, baby,” she says. “I was being selfish. Thinking of myself and not you. I love you so much. It’d kill me if we weren’t together.”

“No. That’s not selfish. We haven’t had this talk and you didn’t know what was going on in my head.” I nuzzle into her hair and kiss the underside of her ear. The tremor that runs through her heats my already hot blood.

“Thank you for taking care of Sean for me.”

“Anytime, sweetness. We’re a team.” I pepper kisses along her bare shoulder and down her arm.

She tries to roll over but I don’t let her. Instead, I shift to my knees and push her ass into the air. I grab my two pillows and shove them under her stomach. She doesn’t resist but she does complain.

“Really? I’m still going to be punished?” she huffs into the comforter.

I smooth a hand over one very round ass cheek. “If you don’t like it, I’ll stop.” I give the ass another little tap, enjoying the shimmy of her curves in response to the strike.

“Promise?”

“I promise you’re going to get so wet you’ll be begging for more.”

I give her a harder slap this time and then check between her legs. I smile at the evidence coating my fingers. She’s turned on but if she wants to play the game of the unwilling victim, I’m down with that too. Role playing is definitely on my checklist.

“Your heart rate is beating pretty fast, Chels. You sure you don’t like this?”

She squeezes her legs together. “I don’t like it.”

“But you’re not telling me to stop,” I observe. She doesn’t respond so I give her another light swat.

At her continued silence, I slap her again, this time on her lower thighs, and then again, along the upper curve of her ass. I pull her panties down and spank her in earnest, making sure between each swat that she’s with me. Soon her heavy breathing fills the room and instead of moving away, she begins thrusting against my open palm.

My cock is so hard that if I don’t get inside her, it’s going to break off. Quickly I roll on the condom. “You ready?” I grunt. She nods and shoves her ass up higher. Groaning, I give her one more strike which elicits an audible moan.

I spread her cheeks apart and arrow my head inside her juicy cunt. As she sucks in every hard, aching inch of me, I take a moment to admire the view. Her ass is rosy and plump. The evidence of my palm is all over her like a brand. In this position her curves are exaggerated, almost comic-book-like with the wide hips narrowing at the waist and then flaring out again by her chest. The slope of her spine and the curve of her neck are the most beautiful shapes on earth. “I wish you could see yourself right now. You look so fucking beautiful.”

“Like the fat chicks, do you?” she says, wiggling her ass.

“Nah, I just like you.”

She stills. “You’re pretty awesome, Grant Harrison.”

“I know.”

Her laughter rings out for a long time and I savor it. I’m making my woman laugh and pretty soon, I’m going to be making her cry out for release. I flex my hips and thrust into her, hard and fast. Her hand creeps between the pillows to pull and press at her clit. I pull out and slam back into her again and again until she tightens around me. She cries out and I let go, pummeling my cock into her as if it’s trying to reach her throat.

My balls draw up and I go blind momentarily as black spots cover my vision. The come jets out of me for what seems like an eon. Like the earth does a full rotation before all the pieces of me gather back into place. I collapse beside her and pull her against my sweaty body.

“Shit, you’re a fucking good lay, Chels.”

“I take back my compliment about you being awesome,” she jokes, trying to catch her breath.

I kiss her lips and stroke my hand down her back over her still-red ass. “You like that, sweetness?”

“You know I did,” she murmurs and then buries her head in my chest as if she’s embarrassed about something. With my toe, I flip up a blanket from the end of the bed and cover us.

“I’ve got other things I want to do,” I whisper. “A whole list.”

She snorts. “I’m sure you do.”

“Is it too much to hope that you’ve got a list too?”

“Maybe, but…” She pauses. “What happened tonight?”

I sigh and flop onto my back. “I’m not stupid, Chels. I took him out to the quarry and he’s still breathing, but he’s scared as piss and he’s not going to talk to anyone. But here’s the deal—I’m tired of hiding. I’ll leave the club and we’ll go somewhere else where no one knows us if that’s what you want. Or we tell everyone here that we love each other and we’re together. Those are our choices but hiding is not an option anymore. Someone else is going to find out and you’ll never have enough money to pay all those blackmail threats.”