I fucked her too hard on one of my strokes, and she clutched at her pussy. "Sorry, baby, fuck." I pulled out and dropped my jeans the rest of the way off, trying to give myself time to calm down before turning back to her.Her eyes were wide and dreamy, her skin flushed and her lips red and just a little swollen from my kisses. She looked like a siren of lore. One of those women makes men think of nothing but going deep and staying there until he got the job done.She always looks so fucking doable; it's a wonder I can leave our bed in the mornings. Or not run back to it every fucking chance I get. I knew her ass was going to be trouble from the get. She was still clutching at her pussy with a pained look on her face."It hurts?" She nodded and covered her hole with her hand. It's easy to forget she's still new at fucking because she's so unbelievably good at it. She sure gives my ass a run for my money anyway, as green as she is."I'll kiss it and make it better; move your hand,

Just that easily the conversation segued from hate groups to our women and their fucked up mentality. Clay's old pussy whipped ass was griping about Ginger Lee and her shit; Kyle always has problems because his woman is a crazy fuck, and well, Brand just has his mountain of shit to handle.Travis seemed to be the only one of us who had his shit under control because as much as I hate to admit it, I don't have a handle on shit with my own situation.Dana Sue has somehow morphed into this whole other being. It seems that as her bruises faded, so did her reticence. I know now that she is the most opinionated, hardheaded fuck this side of the Rio Grande. If I weren't careful most days, she'd argue me to death just because she could.She has no fear of me, or my empty threats, because somehow since the first time I took her, she seems to have realized that my bark is worse than my bite where she's concerned.It makes for a strange dynamic because I have grown men who'd shake in their bo

"You told Law about those humps crossing county lines?""Yeah.""And?""Said he was more interested in Junior's whereabouts, which we've been working on for days with no leads.""We got eyes on this crew?""Of course. What're you thinking, Kyle? I don't like that look. Every time I've seen that look, some shit jumps off, and your brother ends up going on the warpath. What say we sit this one out? Your brother has a lot on his plate right now."I don't know why everyone still insists on treating me like a kid. My brother has a mountain of shit on his plate right now is true. That's why I need to take some of the load off his chest.They were my parents too, and my little sister. And though I may not have had the same fire in my gut in the beginning as Law, it's only because I was in shock. The shock had worn off a long time ago; now, I wanted revenge just as much as my big brother did.I didn't bother saying shit to Diego about what was going through my head. The men's first loy

I still haven't figured out what the hell is going on, but at least I got some shit done. If I didn't know better, I would think someone was running herd on my wife since it had been some time since I'd seen her, and that was not normal. Usually, I would've been bombarded with questions and suggestions every hour on the hour. I missed it, missed her.I went in search of her and lucked out when I saw her coming out of my brother's place. There was something hinky about the way the other women grinned when they caught sight of me, but there's always some fuck going on with them, so I didn't pay it too much mind."Hey, Lawton." If her greeting was overly bright, I put that down to her missing me too, and when she ran over and threw herself into my arms, only a lifted brow gave away my surprise. Oh yeah, there was definitely something up with this one. I wonder what it was she was going to bombard me with as soon as we got behind closed doors.It was coming on to dusk, and the day had b

I got up the next day with a sore dick and a shit load on my plate. My brother and cousin were up to their assholes in bullshit and neither of them was talking. But for some reason when I walked out my house everything seemed to be just fine. By that I mean there were no guns blazing and no sheriff at my gate. The day was young yet but I could always hope.The men were milling around looking busy with something other than dealing with fucktards for once, and for the first time in weeks there was no feeling of impending doom hanging over my head. In short, peace reigned on the Daniels ranch, at least outwardly it did. I won't be able to claim that blessed emotion until everyone who had a hand in my family's deaths had been dispatched to hell.Even the sun was being cooperative today after the last few days of rain and cloudy skies. I walked towards the clubhouse with a lighter step than I've had in a very long time. Everything felt lighter this morning in fact.That shit ought to