12. Chapter Twelve

Chapter Twelve

H ennessy walked through the bar checking on Ryanne. He’d needed a little space after Lyle had shown him and Ellie his back and recounted what his dad had done to him. Hennessy was so far past furious at the thought of Lyle being at the mercy of Percy and his belt. And Lyle had been trying to prevent his father from hitting Richy with it. After Lyle had told him and Ellie, he’d hugged the boys. He and Ellie had promised they would never breathe the same air again as the man who called himself their father.

Ellie could tell how angry he was and suggested he go check on the bar.

“How’s it going?” Hennessy asked.

Ry tilted her head. “Okay, so far. I take it you’re ready to pound something after Lyle shared?”

He breathed in deeply, then blew air out of his mouth. Pound something. Destroy something and keep his family safe from everyone and everything. Before he’d come downstairs, he’d tried to calm down by texting Pit, the SOMC President, and War, the BCBMC President, to have them start thinking about how this could be handled. But even that hadn’t helped him, and he wasn’t sure he should be in the bar. He was just so fucking furious at what his son had gone through.

“Hey, I do need this tap changed, and I don’t know who hooked it up, but I can’t get it to loosen so we can replace it,” Ry said.

Hennessy walked around the bar and bent down by the keg. He grabbed the wrench he had to use sometimes when Quinton or Halligan set it up. They didn’t replace them enough and always overtightened it.

“Hey, I said no,” Hennessy heard a female voice yell. Oh fuck no, that wasn’t happening on his watch tonight. He stood up, clocked the offender, and used his hand to vault over the bar. He landed and was at the couple in seconds. Hennessy’s hands grabbed the offender’s shirt and lifted him up.

“What did she say no to that you’re ignoring?” Hennessy growled.

“Fuck man, she should be happy I’m paying her attention. She’s not got a great face, but those tits are worth putting up with it,” the guy said.

Hennessy wanted to tear him end from end, but he thought about if this young woman was Sutton in fifteen to twenty years. What would he want done? He turned toward the young woman.

“Since this idiot obviously is blind, he needs to be taught a lesson about how women should be treated. My only question is, would you like to get a hit or two in before I toss him from the bar?” Hennessy asked.

“No, but thanks. As long as he can’t bother me again,” she said, sitting down and rejoining her friends.

Hennessy grasped the guy’s wrist and wrenched it up behind his back. As he turned to frog-march the guy outside, Crewe was standing there.

“Let me get the door for you. I’m just here to make sure you only beat on the guy and don’t accidentally kill him,” Crewe said.

“What? Kill me? Man, I just wanted some pussy tonight,” the guy whined.

“Hey, guess what. You’ll see some pussy tonight. It just won’t be like you thought. You can see the pussy when you look in the mirror when you get home,” Crewe said, chuckling darkly. Then he held the door open.

Hennessy glanced toward the bar. Ry nodded at him. She’d gotten Crewe to back him up so he didn’t do something he’d regret later. She really was the little sister he’d never had.

Hennessy frog-marched the guy out while Crewe beeped the guy’s remote to figure out which car was his. When he stopped by the car, he debated what he wanted to do. Crewe’s hand on his shoulder had him pausing.

“Lyle and Richy are watching from the upstairs window. Make it hurt but show you can control your anger,” Crewe said.

He wanted to pummel the guy to get rid of his anger, but although the guy was a jerk, he didn’t deserve the beating that Hennessy wanted to give Percy. He let the guy go because he wanted this to be a fair fight.

“You need to leave. You’re now banned from Nelson’s.”

The guy turned, growled, “Fuck you,” and swung at Hennessy. Hennessy let his fist connect to his jaw because this douche looked like the type to go to the police. Then he proceeded to punch the guy twice in the gut and once in the face. He fell back toward the cement, stopping his fall by putting his hands behind him. He scrabbled away from Hennessy.

“Okay, okay, I’ll go,” he whined.

“Yes, you will. Don’t make me regret letting you walk away rather than be carried,” Hennessy growled and then walked back toward the bar.

The sound of flesh hitting flesh and then a cry had him turning. Crewe was dusting his hands together and then giving a thumbs-up to the boys in the window upstairs.

“What’d you do?” Hennessy asked.

“Kicked him in the nuts. I wanted to make sure he was too worried about the pain in that area to even think about bothering another woman tonight. Besides, I still have some cookies to make and don’t need to be worried about bloody hands,” Crewe said, throwing his arm around Hennessy’s shoulder.

“Now, I’m hoping we’ll be putting together a plan to make those boys safe,” Crewe said.

Hennessy nodded. “Yep, I contacted Pit and War to help us figure out options after Christmas. I know Quinton said to do everything the legal way, but he hasn’t seen Lyle’s back.”

Crewe held open the door for him. “I agree. Let’s table this until after Christmas because I, for one, can’t wait to see those boys’ eyes when they get their gifts.”

Hennessy chuckled. He couldn’t either. His dad had an older pickup that needed some major work to run. Hennessy had okayed it with Ellie. The boys were getting the pickup, and all the family had pledged to help the boys restore the truck.

He followed Crewe inside. Ellie was at the bar waiting on him. Her grin said she knew exactly what he’d done and was pleased with him.

“Thanks, Ry!” Ellie said and walked toward him. She took his hand and led him back out the front door.

He let her lead him across the street to the family’s apartment complex they ran and where Quinton and Dillon lived.

“What are you thanking Ry for?” he asked.

“Well, I heard that after a fight, the adrenaline is running and makes a guy horny. Ry said that she’d call someone if she needed help covering the bar. Then she called Quinton to be waiting with a key for the model apartment for us to borrow for a while,” Ellie said, holding his hand, turning back toward him, and grinning. “C’mon, big guy. How’d you like to fuck?”

Hennessy stared at the woman who had shocked him. He’d never heard Ellie say fuck, he didn’t think. They paused outside Quinton’s door.

“Ellie, it wouldn’t be fucking with you. It would be making love,” he said softly, running a finger down her cheek to her mouth.

“Hennessy, whether it’s fucking hard and rough or making love slow and sweet, I want it all with you. Honestly, if you make me wait, I’m not sure I can make it through Christmas without buying a vibrator. Everything you do makes me so hot, I spend half the time with my pussy wet for you and my nipples hard, rubbing against my bra. I want this. I want you. What do you say?” she said, leaning close to whisper the last words against his lips.

Oh, fuck.

He said, “Yes, fucking yes.”

Ellie knocked on Quinton’s door and it opened immediately. From the shit-eating grin on Quinton’s face, he knew his cousin had been listening through the door.

“Okay, lovebirds. Here is the key to the model apartment and a little care basket from me just in case you ran over here without a little planning,” Quinton said, winking as he handed them the items.

“Thanks, Quinton,” Hennessy said. He slipped his arm around Ellie’s shoulders and led her toward the elevator. As the doors started to close, Quinton had to get the last word.

“I’m okay if you don’t use the condoms. I’d love more nieces or nephews.”

He turned and stared at Ellie in the elevator, then pulled her flush against him.

“The only thing keeping me from lifting you against the elevator and coming inside you is that there aren’t enough floors for me to have time to do all I want with you,” Hennessy growled and claimed her lips, coaxing them open to dive in. The ding of the elevator had him pulling back to see Ellie’s flushed face and her dazed eyes.

He led her down the hall and wondered if he needed to say something, but all he could think about was having her. Every bit of blood had headed south. His dick felt like it was pounding to the beat of his heart. And it wouldn’t be relaxing until he was inside her. Fucking, making love, and everything in between, he wanted it all.

They were barely inside the room with the door closed before Ellie had her hands in his hair, tugging his face down to hers to meet her lips. The swipe of her tongue in his mouth unleashed everything he’d been holding back. Clothes and shoes were divested from them until there was only him and Ellie, skin to skin.

Ellie marveled at seeing so much of Hennessy nude that she didn’t know where to touch first. He had more tattoos than she’d realized. She’d envisioned tracing his hand tattoo, but now, she needed to explore his chest with the dusting of hair over his tattoos, which were everywhere. Maybe she should follow the hair down to the two tattoos low on his abdomen because then she could hold his hard cock at the same time.

Hennessy had laid Ellie on the bed and followed her down, lying between her legs with his mouth nuzzling her ear and down her neck. She’d pushed him up a little because she wanted to see every inch of him—his heavy balls underneath the most delicious cock. She guessed now that she was with the right man, she wanted to have his cock in her mouth. Hear him groan as she pumped him, making him harder.

His lips tugging at her nipple had her arching. His fingers swirling around her nub had her trembling and whimpering his name. He chuckled against her breast, and she looked down to see his eyes watching her. The mirth in his eyes had her frowning at him. Her man enjoyed teasing her, but turnabout was fair play, and she might not have a lot of experience in real life, but in book knowledge, she was a goddess.

She trailed her hand down his side, sliding it between them. Hennessy had pushed her breasts together and was sucking on one, then the other. When her hand grasped him and pumped him up and down a couple of times, relishing in the feel of his hard cock ready for her with a drop of precum on the tip, she had to admit she chuckled when he groaned.

“Lovely, I’m getting the feeling you’re wanting us to rush to the main event,” Hennessy said against her skin as his lips trailed down her abdomen, then to the vee of her legs.

“It seems like I’ve waited forever. How about you take your time next time?” Ellie said.

His hands widened her legs as he settled between them. “How about you let me taste your pussy as an early Christmas present? After you lose your senses when I make you come so hard you see stars, then and only then will I sink my cock in your tight little pussy, Lovely.”

Dirty-talking Hennessy was oh so fucking hot. She grasped his head and pushed it between her legs. His beard brushed between her thighs. The first touch of his tongue on her nub had her deciding maybe having Hennessy go down on her first was a great thing. When he added a finger inside her and swirled his tongue, she was positive she saw the northern lights as she shook and came. Hennessy kissed the crease of her leg, then wiped his beard before crawling up her body.

“Condom or no condom? I’m clean, but I don’t know how soon you want us to start adding those three to seven kids to our brood,” he said, grinning at her.

“Condom. I want to be married before I’m pregnant.”

Hennessy flipped the cloth off the basket and grabbed a pack of condoms, ripping the package open. Quinton had given them a box. Hennessy tore the wrapper and slid the condom on before settling between her legs.

“This is me making you mine forever, Lovely,” Hennessy said. He claimed her mouth as he joined them together. He was right. This wasn’t them fucking. It was him making love to her for the first time and sealing their union.

Hennessy glided in and out, building until every muscle in her tightened in a whirlwind of pleasure. Hennessy yelled her name as he followed her over.

His warm chest against hers, his hardness still inside her, wasn’t something she’d imagined she’d ever have but he was hers. He nuzzled her nose.

“It’s a good thing we waited for a bed. Ellie Foster, soon-to-be Nelson, you are intoxicating. A hundred years won’t be enough to get my fill of you.”

“You always know what to say to touch my heart. I don’t have the words to express what you mean to me,” Ellie said, staring into the grey-green eyes of the man she loved with every fiber of her being.

“Aww, Lovely. Your eyes, your actions, and your words are more than enough. I know that you love me as much as I love you,” Hennessy said, placing a solemn kiss against her lips.

“Now, let me deal with this condom. Stay here. I’ll bring a washcloth back to clean you up.”

Ellie laid there watching as Hennessy walked away. She’d let him take care of her because his voice told her it was something he needed to do.

He walked back over, then sat down on the bed. He ran the warm washcloth between her legs, cleaning her, then patted her dry with another. He smiled at her, then leaned over and kissed her.

“I’d love to stay here,” Hennessy said.

“Me too, but…” she said, looking at her watch.

“The kids are waiting,” they said.