Chapter 18

CHAPTER 18

Butcher

" Y ou're not serious?" Isla asked with a laugh, her gaze bouncing between Toxic and Daryl as the older man finished telling a funny story about Toxic and his brother.

She didn't know it, but Toxic's brother Clay had been the first born. There were ten years between the brother's ages. Clay had been killed in action a year before Toxic joined the military. Even years later it had broken him up to tell me about it. These two knew about loss, yet both were the most giving men I'd ever met. Well, at least until I'd met the rest of my brothers.

Lockout, on the other hand, was a mystery to me. He cared. About everyone . The scope of his ability to love and protect was something that fascinated me. I wasn't really sure I could emulate it. Though I was trying. If there was anyone to model yourself after, it would be Lock. Not that I necessarily wanted to change. Just a bit. To be...closer...with those I cared about. So I could show them that I did .

Glancing over at Toxic, I saw the forced smile on his face as his dad spoke about Clay. He'd told me one night, while drunk, that he'd hero worshiped his brother. Remembering that he'd checked on me earlier, I kicked the side of his boot, forcing him to look my way. I didn't know what to say, so I lifted an eyebrow. One side of his lips lifted in a small smile and he nodded at me. He was okay. Not wanting to draw attention to him when he was hurting, I gave a curt nod and focused back on his father.

I was pretty sure losing Clay was a big reason why Toxic had even signed up for the military. They'd lost their mom, Darryl's wife, when Toxic was young and it meant that the three men grew close over the years. Losing Clay had widened the hole inside of them that the loss of Ellie had formed. Darryl had never remarried, and for those of us who knew him well, it was easy to see the love he still had for his wife.

Bringing the beer bottle to my lips, I drank as I watched everyone around me interacting. Most of the men had their old ladies on their laps. Sylvia had offered to babysit tonight so we could all spend time together. This was going to be the only chance we'd really get since the next couple days would be full of planning and packing. We had a fuck ton of firepower coming with us. It meant more than half of us would need to drive cage rides up to the mountains in order to transport everything.

One of the reasons we were still here was that Lock had called on an old friend who was gathering everything we'd need. From more guns to grenades to a damn rocket launcher. We weren't leaving any of this up to chance. We were only going to get one shot at these guys and we had to make it count. If this attack failed, we'd have to search each person out one by one and that would take fucking forever.

I'd called Gail at the beginning of this and told her to make sure she and the rest of my old team laid low until I took care of the problem. My handler was smart, it was why they'd assigned her to me, so I knew she was camped out on some tropical beach somewhere living it up while she ‘laid low'. She had a thing for the beach and those girly cocktails.

My eyes landed on Isla and I couldn't hold back the grin. I'd gotten a small taste of what she was capable of when she helped us out in the railyard, and again when she'd taken Warrant and Scythe to the ground. I knew Cypher, well, knew of him since we'd only met a couple times, and he didn't hire useless fucks. He took only the most talented from the military and government organizations. Lock had even mentioned he'd tried to lure Toxic back and recruit me, though I never heard about it. The fact that she was able to get the jump on Warrant and hold her own against Scythe for as long as she did just spoke to how talented she was.

If the situation were different, if my brothers and their families weren't at risk, I might go head on at these bastards with Isla by my side. Hip to hip slaying motherfuckers. But we couldn't take the chance that they would search out our families and come after everyone here. We needed to take them out in one fell swoop. Isla's plan should make that possible.

I wasn't sure how much time passed while I was lost in my own thoughts, but soon people started getting up and heading upstairs. Jenny was sleeping against Priest's chest as he carried her off to bed. My gaze flicked over to Isla again. Going to bed sounded like a good idea, though not to sleep. "Our turn, too," I announced.

Toxic shot me an amused look as I stood up and walked over to Isla. I didn't stop to ask or wait, just lifted her out of the chair, then flipped her over my shoulder. Laughter followed us out of the room as I carried her upstairs.

"I can walk, you know?" she huffed, but she wasn't struggling.

"More fun this way," I replied, opening my door and shutting it behind us.

"What if I wasn't ready for bed?"

"That's just fine because we're not up here to sleep." I set her on her feet and caught the cautious look she sent my way. Shit had been busy and she'd been asleep most nights when I got back. I had a feeling she was trying to avoid being alone with me. If that was her game, I was about to win. "Have a seat."

She glanced over her shoulder at the chair I'd kept her in the first few days she was here. "Why? "

"Just sit down, Terror."

She narrowed her eyes, but went over to the chair and sat like I asked. She watched every move I made as I went across the room and grabbed a length of rope from the closet. "What's that for?"

"You."

She looked intrigued, but also like she might bolt.

"Go ahead," I told her in a low voice, "run."

She scowled at me. "So you can chase me down and tackle me in the hallway?" She crossed her arms below her breasts, pushing them higher. I didn't bother to try to not stare. "No, thank you."

"So polite," I told her, stalking closer with the rope. We were about to go into a fight where we might not come out alive. She wasn't going to avoid me up until then. I held the rope out between my hands and waited, staring straight into her gorgeous gray eyes. The moment they softened and she sighed, then nodded, I tied her up. Her hands were bound behind her, leaving her breasts thrust forward, so I squeezed one as I walked past her once more.

She was trying to hide her excitement behind a resigned expression, but I could see it. I read her easily. Her eyes followed me as I crossed to the closet once more, grabbing something that was still new in the box. Never had a reason to use it before, but I wanted to now. It had the option of batteries or to charge with a USB, so I shoved a pair of batteries in and turned it on.

Murder's head snapped up when she heard the buzzing and both females watched as I crossed back toward the chair. I held the vibrator in my hand and grinned when I saw Isla's scowl turn wary. Setting it on the end of the bed, with it still going so she had an idea of what she was in for, I pulled out my knife and flipped it open.

"I'm not into pain like that," she told me.

Taking a hold of her shirt, I met her eyes as I let my blade cut through the fabric. "You don't want me to cut you?"

"Nope," she replied, holding my stare. "I'd rather watch you cut up your enemies. More fun for me that way."

I chuckled and nodded. "Okay." I wasn't planning on cutting her. Marring all that gorgeous flesh should come with a death penalty. Well, unless it was palm prints from me smacking her thick ass or bruises from me grabbing or biting her. That was fine. But to cut her? Fuck no.

"No, not my-" she broke off with a sigh as I cut through her bra. "You're hell on my wardrobe."

"I'll buy you more." I'd have to send her out after the lacy things she was wearing under her clothes though. I didn't know shit about bras and panties, just that they made my mouth water when I saw them on her. And gave me the insatiable urge to cut them off her. Which I did to the thong she was wearing as soon as I got her jeans down around her ankles.

"My feet aren't tied," she complained. "You could have just slid those off."

I grinned at her, putting my knife away. When I turned my head, I saw the bobcat batting at the vibrator. I gently pushed her away. "That's not for you," I told her. I glanced over at Isla with a smug smile. "It's for another cat."

She rolled her eyes, completely unamused with me.

That was fine. We'd see how long she could hang on to her grumpy mood while she sat in my room, tied to my chair, with my sole attention fixed on her.

Squatting down, I reached out and slid my fingers between her legs. She was already soaked and my dick jerked inside my jeans. Her grumpiness was an act; she was loving this. I couldn't wait to feel her pussy grip me. "Are you wet because of what I'm going to do to you or because of the pain I'm going to bring to the fuckers who are coming after you?" We had been talking about cutting up our enemies after all.

Her lips pressed together as she glared at me. She was playing hard to get, but she'd submitted to this willingly. She knew all it would take was a word and I'd untie her. She was in control of her freedom. I'd be in control of a different kind of release.

Leaning forward, I kissed her knee, then slowly trailed my lips up her inner thigh, stopping just before her pussy. I moved over and gave her other leg the same treatment, not giving in to what she wanted .

"Asshole," she growled.

"Something you want?" I asked, letting the vibrator trail up her inner thigh.

"Not going to work," she told me. "I don't play these kinds of games."

"Sure you do," I told her, leaning down and kissing the top of her mound. "We all play these kinds of games. If you want something, maybe you should tell me what."

"Don't you ever just fuck a girl?" she snapped.

"You're not just a girl."

She rolled her eyes at that.

"You're not having fun?" I asked, reaching up and using my finger and thumb to squeeze her nipple. "Might have to do something about that. Wouldn't want you to be bored."

Her breathing was labored, though she was doing her best not to make a sound as I teased her. I was driving her nuts and we both knew it.

"Maybe I should move this along a little faster then. Since you're bored." I clicked the vibrator and the speed ramped up a notch. I glared over at the bed when I caught movement out of the corner of my eye. "You attack me while I'm fucking her and I'm going to skin you," I threatened Murder. Her eyes were almost as dilated as Isla's as she watched what was happening with a predatory look on her face. The creature wanted to play, but so did I. And my needs were going to come first. "Go lay down."

"She's not a dog," Isla informed me, then clamped her lips shut when I set the vibrator down on her clit.

She had her legs spread wide. If I was worried she didn't want this, that would have been what I'd call a very big clue that she did. She was giving me full access.

Slipping two fingers inside her, I groaned at the warmth. Her body clenched around my fingers and I nearly lost my shit. It was a test of my limited control to keep the vibrator on her clit while I fucked her with my fingers. I wanted her to break first. She was going to beg. She was going to scream. I'd make sure of it .

Leaning forward, I sucked her nipple into my mouth, teasing the hard peak with my teeth and tongue. Her gasp was like music to my fucking ears and I was cursing myself for not having at least unzipped my fucking pants before starting this. Now I had a painfully hard dick with a zipper digging in and full hands. I put one knee down on the floor to ease some of the strain of my cock behind my jeans.

Her hips moved as I continued to circle the vibrator over her clit and thrust my fingers inside her. Her moans were getting louder.

"No," she cried when I removed my hand and pulled the vibrator away.

I paused, grinning at her. "No, what?"

"You're a bastard," she panted.

"That's actually true," I told her. I'd never known my father. He certainly never bothered to marry my mother before he knocked her up then skipped town.

"What," she asked, breathless. "You-" A groan cut off her question as I set the vibrator back on that pretty pussy, sliding it all around before settling it on her clit once more. "I can't." She shook her head, her blonde hair shimmering like gold in the light.

"Can't what?" I asked. "Tell me what you want? Come? Trust me," I said, answering the second half before she had the chance to catch her breath, "you can come. When I say you can."

She moaned again, her hips lifting in the chair, chasing the vibrator as I pulled it away again. She glared at me. "Stop messing with me."

"Why? It's fun." I kissed her until my lungs threatened to riot, then pulled away.

"Butcher," she groaned.

I fucking loved hearing her panting my name. "Yes, Terror?"

"Please," she whimpered.

"I can't hear you."

"Fuck you."

"Eh," I said in a condescending tone. "Not quite what I'm looking for. "

She dropped her head back, staring at the ceiling. "Butcher," she snapped, her voice hard, "you're torturing me."

"What an odd way to say keep going," I teased. When she didn't respond, I asked, "You really want me to stop?"

"I want to come!" she cried out when I brought the vibrator against her pussy again.

I paused, meeting her eyes. "Is that what you want?"

"Yes!"

"Beg," I said, grinning, "and I'll make sure you do."

She groaned. "Please make me come."

"With my name."

She gritted her teeth then muttered, "Please, Butcher, make me come."

"That's my girl." I grinned at her. I pulled her nipple into my mouth again as I thrust my fingers into her pussy. Her sigh of pleasure was all I needed to know she was close. I slid my fingers in and out of her a few times before I bit down on her nipple at the same time that I clicked the vibrator to a higher setting. Her scream rattled the walls. It was a damn good thing Lock had made sure this building was insulated as hell or that might've woken up some of our neighbors.

Her legs trembled on either side of my arms. "Too much," she moaned.

I eased the vibrator down to a lower setting. Once her breathing evened out, I pulled my fingers out, licked them clean, then gave her a wicked smile. "My turn."

Her eyelids were half-lowered and I decided I liked this messy, just fucked, satisfied look she was wearing.

Standing, I moved between her splayed thighs and my hands went to my belt to unbuckle it. "Ready?"

"How am I supposed to do anything if I'm still tied up?" she countered.

"I only need your mouth."

She shook her head, but a smile played over her lips and her eyes were glued to where I was pulling my dick out of my jeans. She was a woman after my own heart .

"Yes," she breathed, and that one word had pre-cum spurting from my tip.

"Open," I growled, and when she did, I slipped inside. My hand went to the back of her head so I could control the depth and pace. I had to be careful not to yank her too far forward because I didn't want to dislocate her arms since her hands were still secured behind her. "Fuck baby," I groaned. Her mouth was so hot and wet and damn, "you suck me so fucking good."

She looked up at me, her gray eyes full of desire and I was a goner.

"Shit," I hissed as I pulled out. I wasn't going to come down her throat. Not this time. I needed to be buried inside her. This need to connect us together right before we went off to do something dangerous as fuck was building inside of me. I just didn't know how to ease it other than sex. What else was there? I wasn't normal. Not like the other guys. No woman would be my old lady. So this was all I had, but I'd take it.

I stood up and lifted her from the chair. "Gonna fuck you now," I muttered as dropped her on the bed then climbed on, my knees straddling her.

"Untie me," she pleaded.

"No. I like having you at my mercy." I moved off her enough to flip her, grinning at where her hands were bound at the small of her back. Her ass was up in the air and she wiggled it, inviting me in.

"Goddamn," I breathed. My dick was throbbing, and it was hard to think. I lined up, and in one thrust, sank deep.

"Butcher!" she gasped, and I grinned.

I gripped her hips and set a brutal pace, fucking her as if it were my last time. It might damn well be. Pulling her hips up and back, I set her on her knees, her weight resting on her shoulder as her cheek pressed into the bed. She looked so fucking beautiful like this. I watched as my cock disappeared inside her pussy, breathing hard as I fucked her.

"Butcher! I'm gonna come!"

"Yeah, come for me, baby. Let me feel that pussy grip me tight."

"I want...to be touched. "

Keeping one hand on her hip to steady her as I thrust into her, I reached around and gripped her tit, enjoying the weight in my hand before I moved downward. My fingers pressed into her clit and rubbed in tight circles. She whimpered as soon as I touched her and her cunt clamped down on my cock.

"Oh, yeah, that's it," I growled.

I was close, but she hadn't come yet. No way was I leaving her hanging. I wanted her to come again. To soak my cock while I filled her up with my cum.

I leaned over her and whispered into her ear, "Come for me. Let me feel it, baby. Now."

The demand did it. Her back arched as her pussy spasmed around my dick. That was all I needed. One more thrust and I was filling her.

"Fuck," I grunted as I came. My hips rocked against her as my release flowed through me, filling her up until I realized she was probably uncomfortable after so much time of resting on her shoulder. I pulled out of her and untied the rope. Scooping her into my arms, I laid us back on the bed.

A disgruntled growl cut through my post orgasm haze but I just grinned with my eyes closed as my woman curled up to my front and her vicious cat cuddled begrudgingly against my back.