Chapter Thirteen

Ringo

Apple was understandably shaken. She'd tried to adopt the personality of her sister, but Apple was gentle where Lemon was hard as granite. I wasn't sure what had happened to send her running and for her to try to change her personality, but this was the woman I'd first met. She was strong, but fragile in so many ways.

"I'm sorry," Apple said. "I didn't mean to cause so much trouble."

"Honey, you're no trouble," Bullet was saying even as he worked on her shoulder.

"You saved Calista," Lemon said, holding Apple's hand. She kissed her sister's fingers, showing a rare moment of tenderness. "For that, you can be as much trouble as you want."

"I agree," I said as Calista and I stepped into the room. "I owe you more than I could ever repay, Apple."

Apple's gaze went immediately to Calista. "You're OK?"

Calista nodded, then burst into tears. She hurried to Apple's side and reached out to her but didn't touch her. Instead, she pulled her hand back and looked up at Bullet.

"Will she be all right?"

"Yeah, honey. She will. Our Apple is one tough cookie."

"I'm really not," Apple said. She tugged her hand away from Lemon and reached out to Calista. Calista took it, holding it firmly with both of hers. "I'm so glad you weren't hurt, Calista." Apple looked a little lost. She was clearly in pain but doing her best to be brave about it. "We've got world domination to plan and stuff."

That got a watery chuckle from Calista. "Yeah. We do."

Calista turned her head toward Lemon. "I'm sorry I brought this shit to your club, Lemon."

Lemon waved her off. "Even if you did, I'm not sorry. If we hadn't gotten rid of Redwood now, he might have done worse later." She gripped Calista's shoulder. "You did exactly what you were supposed to do. I won't hear any more about it."

"Where's Rocket, Lemon?"

"With Crush and Byte. They've gone to get this Borris Illivitch shithead." Lemon's phone buzzed and she pulled it from her back pocket, checking the message she'd gotten. She gave a derisive snort before putting it back. "‘Bout fuckin' time."

"They found him?" Apple looked up at her sister, a hopeful look on her face.

"No. But reinforcements are coming. God have mercy on Illivitch's soul. Because your man will have none."

Apple looked confused. "My… what?"

Lemon shrugged. "Deacon is on the way. And if he doesn't make things right with you, after he finds and kills Illivitch, I'll kill him. Might anyway. So either way, it's a one-way trip for him and he knows it."

"Lemon! What did you do?"

"Nothing you need to be concerned about. Just get better. That's your one job." She reached down and squeezed Apple's shoulder. "Now. Bullet, does she need to go to the hospital?"

Bullet shook his head. "I want to take her to my clinic in town for an X-ray, but I think she's fine." He reached over to a small, curved basin sitting on the table beside the bed where he worked on Apple. He pulled out the bullet he'd obviously removed from Apple's chest before he stitched her up. "Souvenir."

Lemon took it from Bullet before Apple could.

"That's mine, Lemon! Give it back!"

"You'll get it back. I'm having it made into a necklace for you. It'll be a sign that you're a total badass, sis." Lemon grinned wickedly. "You'll thank me later."

"Somehow, I doubt that," Apple muttered. "Anyway, I'm tired of trying to be like you. It's too much work. I want to rest and be pampered and have people wait on me hand and foot." She pouted prettily, but I could see the vulnerability in her eyes.

"Sounds like a plan to me." Rocket entered the room with a kind smile for Apple. "All the women are gathered in your house waiting for you. They'll have everything ready to spoil you by the time you get there. Even got a couple of the brothers volunteering to stay with you until this fuckin' mess is cleaned up."

Apple nodded. "All right," she said in a soft voice.

"I'll even give you some good drugs to help with the pain," Bullet said as he finished dressing her wound.

"How about some of the fruit punch Lemon's always raving about?"

Bullet grinned. "I think I can manage that."

Calista went with Apple to help get her settled and stayed for two days until Apple finally ran her off. The little witch had shot me a text telling me to take my woman home and get her laid. When I'd shown up, Apple had grinned.

"‘Bout damned time you came back, Ringo. Take your woman home and fuck her good."

"Apple!" Calista's hands went to her face. Which was now beet red.

"Well? What did you expect? You're smothering me!"

"You said you wanted pampering!" Calista threw her hands up in exasperation.

Apple just shrugged, grinning at Calista. "I did. But you take pampering to a whole other level. I swear, if I have to eat another piece of your cheesecake, I'm gonna puke."

Calista snorted. "So, you hated it, huh?" Yeah. Calista didn't believe that.

"Didn't say that. You keep making it, so I keep eating it."

"I make it because you keep eating it. Why didn't you tell me you hated it?" Still, Calista didn't look like someone who'd just been told by her friend that her cheesecake wasn't good, so instead of giving Apple the evil eye, I waited to see what Calista would say next.

"Because I don't. It's the most delicious stuff I've ever had in my life. But in two days you've made three different kinds and I can not lay off the stuff."

"Dork."

"Bitch."

They both burst into giggles.

"Call if you need me," Calista said. "Otherwise, I'll see you tomorrow."

"No, you won't," Apple said with a smirk. "At least, you better not." Apple lifted her chin at me. "Bone her one for me, Ringo."

I barked out a laugh. "Where the fuck do you come up with this shit?"

"Have you even met her sister?" Calista raised an eyebrow at me. Yeah. I got it.

"Déjà vu?"

Calista shrugged. "Maybe."

"Stupid question." Apple grinned. "Besides, where do you think Lemon gets it from?"

"You know," I said with a grin. "I can totally believe that."

Once I got her home, Calista plopped down on the bed. "I think I could sleep for a week."

"Wore yourself out?"

"Well, she loved the cheesecake. So I made three different kinds. That last one was so fucking rich I think I gave myself a few cavities."

I pulled off my shirt and dropped it to the floor. "Oh? What kind of cheesecake was it?"

"Um…" She looked guilty as fuck for some reason. "Caramel brownie?"

"Right. The two of you are definitely going to have dentists' bills out the wazoo." I grinned as I continued to strip. "I think I can hear your teeth rotting from over here."

She sat up on the bed, crossing her legs in front of her. "Yeah? Maybe you better gimme something salty to counteract all the sugar."

"Salty, huh?" I couldn't help but laugh. "I got something salty, little witch."

I tugged the waistband of my boxers down and pulled out my cock. Calista's lips parted, watching my cock bobbing in front of her, but she didn't make any move to touch it. Her breath caught as I got undressed.

"I know you said you were tired, but do you think you're up to letting me eat your sweet pussy?"

"Hmm." She grinned at me coquettishly. "I don't know. Sounds a little strenuous."

"Brat." I couldn't help but grin.

"Besides. I had something else in mind."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. There's something I want from you."

"Name it, baby girl." Moving to the edge of the bed, I gripped my cock, stroking lazily.

"I want you to fuck my ass." Even as she said it, she blushed deeply. My woman might be new to sex, but she'd taken to it with gusto. And I, for one, loved it. Pretty sure she did too."

"Wow. That's a tall order from someone who said she could sleep for a week."

"So?" She raised an eyebrow. "Give me a reason to stay awake a while longer."

"Come here." I raised my arms to her. Calista got to her knees and crawled to me. When she reached me, instead of coming into my arms, she lowered her upper body to the bed and enveloped my cock with her mouth.

I grunted, not expecting her to immediately suck me, but not turning her down either. "This first time will be quick. I haven't gotten to fuck your sweet pussy or mouth for two whole days and I need you."

"Mmm…" She hummed happily as she looked up from where she took me into her mouth. What she couldn't fit in, she pumped with her fist. Just like I'd taught her. Once she embraced her needs and was no longer afraid of them, she turned into the most sensual lover I'd ever had. Thank God this woman was mine! She was perfect for me.

I pulled her off me gently. "Lie on your back and let your head hang over the side, baby girl."

She did as I instructed without question. When I fed her my cock, she opened her mouth wide and let me push inside.

"That's it," I praised. "I'm going deep, and you're going to take all of me. Understand?" She hummed around me again. "Touch my thighs if you need me to let up." In response, she slid her hands up to dig her fingers into my ass and pull me forward.

She gagged a couple of times but kept urging me forward. I trusted her to know her own limits and kept moving as she wanted. It wasn't long before she got it down. Then, my balls were hitting her face with every thrust of my cock. All the while, Calista gripped my ass, pulling and pushing, fucking her mouth with my cock at her own pace.

"Gettin' ready to come, baby girl. You don't want it down your throat, push me away now."

She didn't.

When I came, I swore I saw stars. My vision blurred and I bellowed so loud they probably heard me at the main compound. I might have been embarrassed if it wasn't one of the best Goddamned orgasms of my life. But it was. And I wasn't.

I let myself breath for a couple seconds before pulling out of Calista's mouth and lifting her up, positioning her on her hands and knees at the edge of the bed facing away from me.

Once I had her where I wanted, I latched on to her pussy from behind. She arched her back and cried out and almost immediately dropped her lower body to the bed and spread her legs a little bit farther apart.

I ate her out until she was writhing on the bed and begging me to let her come. Then I took one slow, wet lick from her pussy upward to her ass, circling the little puckered hole with my tongue. The second I did, Calista came unglued, bucking her hips so hard she nearly shook me off.

"What are you doing? Ringo!" She screamed once. Then again, her body erupting in sweat. Every time I showed her something new, she always reacted viscerally.

I gave her little hole one more lick before reaching to the nightstand drawer and pulling out a bottle of lube I'd stashed there for this very occasion. "What do you think I'm doin'?"

"You licked my ass!" The accusing snip to her voice was amusing. Or would have been if I could feel anything other the pressing desire to be inside what I was certain would be the tightest ass imaginable.

All right. I admit. It was still funny.

"Yeah." I chuckled. "I guess I did. Gettin' ready to do somethin' else to that little ass, too."

I spread her cheeks with one hand while I squirted lube between them. Then I wet my fingers and pressed against her ass.

"Ringo!"

"Easy, baby. Push back against me. Let me in."

She did and I slipped first one finger, then two inside her. I did this over and over, lubing my fingers before pushing them back inside her. I soon added a third, stretching her as carefully as I could.

"Now! Please, Ringo! Fuck me!"

I smacked my free hand down on one cheek of her ass and she yelped, glaring back over her shoulder at me. "Who's in charge?" It was a demand more than a question.

"You're fixing to find out who's in charge," she snapped.

So I smacked her ass again. This time, she hissed at me.

"You think you're ready for me for me to fuck this ass?" I bared my teeth at her. "Huh?"

"Do it! Fucking do it now !"

Instead, I slid my dick inside her pussy, pounding into her several times as hard as I could. She screamed, her pussy quivering around me, close to coming but unable to push herself over.

When she reached between her legs to stroke her clit, I grabbed her arms, pinning them to the small of her back as I continued to fuck her.

"God! Please, Ringo! I need to come!" Her pleas were the sweetest music.

"No," I bit out. I wanted her so close to the edge she was mindless with lust. She needed to be on the very edge of madness, so I didn't hurt her. Besides, I loved it when she got like this. There was no pretense or attempt to stifle her reactions from me. Probably because I'd made no secret from the beginning that I relished her cries of pleasure.

It wasn't until the first sobs escaped her throat that I stopped. Pulling out of her pussy, I found the lube again and squirted a generous amount onto my cock and coated it with my hand. Then I squirted some inside her, working two fingers inside her to make certain she was ready.

With one hand on her hip and the other around my cock, I guided myself inside her with a slow, steady glide. Backing out, I thrust forward again, deeper this time. It took two more tries before I was fully seated inside her. Sweat coated her body and she thrashed mindlessly.

Then I fucked her.

Calista's cries were loud and sweet. All I could do was give her what she wanted because to deny her would be to deny myself and fuck that shit. I did try to go easy on her, but the woman simply wasn't having it. She reached back with both hands to grip my thighs and pull me to her, her nails digging into my flesh when I didn't move fast enough to suit her.

When I knew I couldn't take any more, I wrapped my arm around her waist to find her clit. I stroked once… twice… And her asshole contracted around my dick and threatened to strangle me. Cum erupted from my dick. Deep inside Calista's ass. Inside her body. Always inside her. Except when I wanted to be especially dirty. It never mattered how I came, Calista enjoyed my orgasm as much as she did her own. Every time I watched her when I came, there was a wonder and delight on her lovely face I'd never seen from anyone before. It was always beautiful. She was beautiful.

When we'd both finally settled, I helped her more fully on the bed and settled her on her stomach before I stumbled to the bathroom on wobbly knees to clean up. I brought back a wet cloth to gently clean her pussy and ass before falling into bed with a groan.

"What's the matter, Gramps?" Calista teased, but I could tell she was as tired as I was. "Can't keep up with the youngster?"

"You'll pay for that, little brat. But if you think you can climb on top of me and ride me, knock yourself out. Just don't expect me to do much other than get hard. Little bastard has a mind of his own, and he's tryin' to take what little strength I have left."

She giggled and slid her thigh up mine. With a little sigh, she managed to settle herself on top of me. She guided me inside her pussy and flexed her hips a couple times before settling.

"Whelp," she breathed out. "I tried."

"Yeah, babe. You did." I chuckled softly. "Just stay like this. We can finish later."

"I'm good with that." She was silent, her breathing steady and even. I thought she'd fallen asleep, but then she asked me a question. "What's happening with Borris right now? Did they catch him?"

"Last I heard, Deacon from Iron Tzars MC found him. They have him in a cell somewhere interrogating him. Seems you weren't the only woman he was selling. Or sold. Rocket is working with Sting of the Tzars and they're determined to get every single name the man knew in that business."

"Sounds… unpleasant." She didn't move or even open her eyes. We could have been talking about the weather.

"Yeah. We're hard core here at Grim Road. All of us. But from what Dom's told me, what's happening now is particularly gruesome."

Again, she was silent for so long, I thought she'd finally drifted off. "Does it make me a bad person to hope Borris is getting the same as he dished out? Because, if it does, then you've tied yourself to a really, really bad person."

"No, babe. It don't make you a bad person. At least, no more than it does me. ‘Cause hopin' like hell that's what's happenin' right now."

"Thanks. For everything, Ringo. You're a really good man. I'm proud to be yours."

"Proud to be yours too, baby. I'll always be proud to be yours. And to have you as mine."

Finally, she was still, her body relaxed as sleep came. I stroked her back lazily with my fingertips. This woman… This one small woman… She was the key to my heart. The woman I…

"Ringo?" Her voice was a contented, breathy whisper.

"Yeah, baby."

"I love you."

Those words hit me like a punch to the gut. "Baby?"

She tilted her head up to look at me. "I love you, Ringo."

I searched her eyes for a long time, not daring to hope she meant what she was saying. But I could tell she was.

My lips spread in a slow smile. "I love you too, Calista. I love you too."