Chapter 27

CHAPTER 27

Butcher

I woke up and squinted toward the clock. It was two a.m. and I'd slept most of yesterday away. Vaguely I remembered getting back to the clubhouse and all the women cooing and clucking over me and Smoke, since we were the only two with real injuries. I pretended to be irritated by the attention, but really I didn't mind much. My brothers had found themselves some pretty amazing women. So had I.

Rolling my head, I saw Isla asleep next to me. I reached out and gathered her up until she was half laying on me, on my good side of course. Still the movement caused a lightning bolt of pain to shoot through me. "Damn."

"What are you doing?" she asked, her voice sleepy.

"What do you think?" I asked, ignoring my now throbbing side, while brushing my fingers over her cotton clad pussy. She was only wearing panties and a tank top. Made my fucking mouth water just to see her in the moonlight, her hair a mess, eyelids half-mast as she gave me an amused look.

"You were shot," she told me. As if I needed that reminder. "Not to mention you have a slight concussion."

"Then I better not go to sleep. Gotta do something to stay awake."

She rolled her eyes and shook her head. "We can't. You're-"

I yanked her all the way on top of me so that she was straddling me. "Does it feel like I can't?" I asked, arching my hips so she could feel how hard I was.

"Butcher-"

"I want you."

"Butcher-"

"Come on, Terror. We just won out against our enemies." I gave her a cajoling look.

"Dean!"

I glared at her. "What," I muttered, though I hated that fucking name. It still almost sounded good coming from her.

"I don't want you to hurt yourself."

"That's why you're going to do all the work."

That made her pause. "Really?"

"Yeah. Ride me."

She batted at my hands as I reached forward to tug on her tank top. She squirmed on top of me, nearly making my eyes cross with both pleasure and pain from my side, but when she settled she was naked on top of me. She reached back and shoved my sweats down enough to release my hard-on. Eyeing it she asked, "How are you hard after everything? Aren't you in pain?"

"A bit," I admitted. "Not like that matters to my dick."

Her eyes met mine, the moon lighting the room up enough we didn't need to turn the lights on. "That's a thing?"

I shrugged. "It is for me. Never asked any other man if they still got hard when they were in pain." My hands found their way to her hips. "You going to fuck me or what, Terror?"

She leaned down and kissed me. "I thought you were dead," she murmured against my lips.

"Takes a lot more than that to kill me," I replied, but I wrapped my arms around her, hugging her tight because she seemed to need it. And there was a moment, before that bullet hit, where I'd felt fear. Not for myself, but for her. Real, unregulated fear. I was pretty sure that was the first time I'd ever felt that before, but I knew exactly what it was. I didn't fucking like it.

She kissed me again, taking it deeper this time. She sucked on my tongue, and ran her hands over my shoulders and down one side. She was being careful not to hurt me. Breaking the kiss off, she sat up, stared me dead in my eyeballs and then slid down over my dick.

I groaned as her hot cunt enveloped me. This was what I'd been missing. She was wet and so damn tight.

She started bouncing on me, gasping with pleasure, but the minute I bucked up into her she slapped me across the chest. "No. You're holding still. Remember?"

The sound I made was a mix of a groan and a growl. "I don't hold still well."

"I know. But it's my turn to fuck you." She gave me a smug smile. "So no moving."

Rolling my eyes, I laid there hoping she'd get back to the good shit quickly. My balls were aching.

She placed her hands on my chest and started rolling her hips.

"Jesus," I gasped, thrusting upward, which earned me a warning look. "Sorry," I grunted, letting my head drop back against the pillows. "That feels too fucking good."

"I'm going to take good care of you, Butcher. Just lay back, Baby," she purred.

"Fuck," I grunted, my voice strained, as she clenched her pussy around me. I'd never heard that tone in her voice.

Her smile widened.

I wasn't a complete idiot. I knew when to shut up and let a woman do her thing. If it meant I could bury my dick inside her, then it was even better. She rode me hard and fast, making us both sweat. I had my hands on her hips, guiding her movements, but when her head fell back and her breathing became ragged I knew she was close. She was so fucking gorgeous .

"Fuck. Come on me, Baby. Come all over my dick," I groaned, bucking my hips upward, ignoring the fact that I wasn't supposed to be moving. Her time to play was over and now it was mine.

She came on command, her fingers digging into my chest as her back bowed. Her cry was so damn sexy.

I gave her a minute of shuddering bliss before I rolled and tucked her beneath my body.

"Butcher, your side," she gasped.

I was too far gone to give a shit about my side. My kiss silenced her. Pumping into her, I groaned. My orgasm was so damn close, I was shaking with it.

She wrapped her legs around my hips, her arms around my back and held on.

As much as I wanted to come, I wanted to see her do it again. My lips closed over her nipple as I thrust hard into her body. I was using her, fucking her, and she loved it.

"Butcher," she cried, her nails biting into my skin.

I growled against her flesh. I wasn't going to come until she did, but fuck was she making it difficult with those throaty cries and her clamping pussy. Pulling out of her, I ignored her gasp of protest and flipped her. I grabbed her hips, hitching them into the air, then slammed into her again. We both groaned in pleasure. It was too fucking hard to get my hand in between our bodies how I was fucking her before. Now I had unrestricted access to her clit. I pinched it and grinned when she whimpered.

I soothed her clit with gentle brushes after my rough treatment. She was so fucking wet the sounds of me fucking her were echoing through the quiet room. It was so damn sexy and I had to grit my teeth to keep from giving in to the urge to plant myself as far into her as I could get and let go. I leaned over her back, one hand on the mattress, my body blanketing her, and bit her shoulder hard enough that I knew there was going to be a mark there in the morning.

She cried out my name, panting as I kept swirling my fingers over her clit.

"Give me what I want," I demanded in her ear .

When she finally did, her body spasmed around mine, pulling my orgasm right out of me. She milked every drop of cum from my body until I was sagging on top of her, panting. As awareness came back to me I realized my head and my side were throbbing in time to my heartbeats, but I didn't give a damn. That was worth the pain.

Laying back down, I dragged her to my side and smiled when she tucked her head under my chin and rested her cheek on my heart.

"We shouldn't have done that."

"It's alright," I told her, running my fingers up and down her spine. "I'll just tell Lock it was your fault I'm bleeding again."

She sputtered, then her hand went to the bandage on my side to check. "Asshole, you're not bleeding."

No. Crash had taken care of that. As much as I hated to go see the fucker, I had to admit he was good at his job.

"Butcher?"

"Yeah."

"Never mind. You need to get some sleep."

Considering deep, heartfelt talks weren't in my wheelhouse, I closed my eyes and did as she suggested.

"Have you heard from Glitch?" I asked as I walked into church. I wasn't in the mood to wait to find out what was going on. These assholes had force fed me meds most of yesterday. Despite the late night sex, I'd woken up in a bitch of a mood because of it.

"Yeah," Lock said. "Wait for everyone else to get here and I'll tell you everything."

Grumbling under my breath, I sat down and stared at him. I hadn't broken eye contact with him the entire five minutes it took for everyone else to pile into the room.

"How you feeling?" Toxic asked, sitting next to me.

"Impatient," I muttered.

"Bitchy," Lockout said at the same time .

My stare turned into a scowl. Toxic choked on a laugh. "Why so pissed off, princess?" he asked.

"I want to go kill Randal."

Lock nodded. "I figured you would."

"That a good idea with his side looking like Swiss cheese?" Hell asked.

"It's only one bullet hole," I told him. "So not exactly Swiss."

"Close enough," Ricochet replied. "Hey, maybe we shove a tampon in there and load him up on Midol. Then he'll be ready to go."

"Fuck off."

"I don't think we have a few weeks for him to heal," Lock answered. "Glitch found him in Belize."

"Belize?" Hush asked. "Why there?"

"Why not?" Priest asked.

"It's non extraditable," Rip said, answering their questions. "Even if we managed to convince some government agency to go after him, they couldn't."

"Like we'd do that," I said with a snort of derision. "We're going after him."

"We can't just show up in force," Lock told me. "We're going to need to fly under the radar with this one."

"I'll go alone," I said with a shrug.

"Not happening," he replied with a shake of his head.

"I'll go with him," Toxic offered.

I shot him a grateful look. None of my brothers needed to do this with me. This wasn't their fight.

"We'll all go," Hush said.

"We can't all leave the country," Priest told him, giving me an apologetic look. "That's too damn risky for our families."

"The assassins are dead," Smoke pointed out.

"The five that were willing to come after us," Lock said. "What about the others? They might not want to face us directly, but could put out a contract to kidnap our women and kids. Priest is right. Leaving our families to travel so far away isn't smart."

"So, I'll go alone," I said again. "I appreciate that you're all willing to fight with me," I told them. "It means more...more than I know how to express. But I'm not willing to let anything happen to your families."

"I have an idea," Lock stated. "I already spoke to Cypher. He has a private jet that can get you into the country easy enough. Scythe and Warrant have offered to go along. Cypher would send more of his guys, but he's got them all out on assignments."

"And me. I'm going, too," Toxic said, voice firm.

"And Isla," I added. "She'll fucking gut me if I try to leave her behind."

The others chuckled at that and Lockout nodded. "A small team will work better. You get in. Kill Randal, then get the fuck home."

"Why not have the Berserkers watch our families and us go?" Hush asked.

Lock shook his head. "The problem isn't that we don't trust the Berserkers to take care of the women and kids. It's the distance. If something goes wrong, we're all out of pocket. We won't be able to get back to help." He looked over at Hush and arched a brow. "You want that?"

"No," he said, then slammed his fist on the table. "But I don't like sendin' them in alone."

"They're not alone," Riptide replied with a laugh. "You want me to get you a printout on Scythe and Warrant? They're as highly trained and as deadly as Butcher himself."

When the low growl filled the room, all eyes turned to me.

" Nearly as deadly as Butcher himself."

That seemed to appease Hush and the others because they started nodding in agreement.

"It's settled," Lock announced. "The Berserkers left yesterday to wrap up what they need to back home. Scythe and Warrant will be back tomorrow and you'll head out." He met my gaze again. "Make sure you're ready."

"Anyone else see the irony in the fact that tomorrow is the Fourth of July?" Ricochet asked with a smirk.

"Bringing ‘Merica to that motherfucker," Hell grunted .

That made us all laugh. And they were damn right. Randal was going to see fireworks alright. And they'd be pointed straight at his ass.

"I'll be ready," I told Lock. Hell, I was ready to go now.

"Dismissed," Lock told everyone.

He didn't need to say anything. I stayed behind, knowing that he needed to talk to me. It was there in his gaze.

He waited until everyone was gone and it was just us again. "Butcher-"

"I know."

He shook his head. "Let me fucking say it." When I didn't try to interrupt him again he sighed and raked a hand through his hair. "I'd go with you if I could."

I barked out a laugh and sobered when he glared at me. "You think I don't know that, Lock?" I shrugged. "I'm surprised you didn't say you were going."

"Everyone would fight me on it," he replied, looking miserable.

"Damn right we would. You're needed here," I added. "I'd be fucking honored having you come along. To have you watch my back. But this place. These guys? They need you."

"We need you too, Butcher. This isn't some fucking suicide mission." He scowled at me. "You'd better bring your ass back here, fully intact."

"Yes, Sir," I replied with a grin because he was giving me orders the same way so many Generals had during my service years. It brought back a lot of memories.

"Don't call me that shit," he muttered. "I worked for a living, even when I was in the military."

I chuckled at the long-standing joke that the brass had never worked a day in their lives. It was the rest of us who made the military run, not them. And they all required that you call them sir.

"I still might pull the leader card," he warned me.

I shook my head. "You can do whatever the fuck you want," I told him. "But don't put the others in the position to ask you to stay."

He sighed and tipped his head back, staring up at the ceiling .

"You alright?"

He chuckled, looking down again. "Never thought I'd hear the day where you were checking in on someone. Emotionally or otherwise."

"Yeah," I said, considering that. "Weird. Still, the question stands. You've seemed pretty...tense...for a while now."

"Doesn't begin to describe it. Don't worry. I'm fine. I'll be better when your asses are all back on US soil." He shot me a grim look. "Don't make us come after you."

"Wouldn't dream of it," I replied with a grin. "We're just going to ruin what's left of Randal's life, then come straight home."

"Good." He motioned for the door and I took that as my cue to leave. The man probably didn't need to sit and brood alone, but it was what he did best, so I left him to it. I had shit to do to get ready before we could leave.