Climbing onto the bed, Stoney places kisses along my body as he makes his way up until his face is directly in front of mine.
“I own you just as you hold everything I am in your hands, baby. I won’t always be able to give you what you want. Sometimes you may hate the way I talk to you. But I’m tellin’ you now, I won’t ever cheat, lie, or abuse you. I want nothing more than to protect you just as much as I want to love you,” he rasps.
“All I’m going to ask is that you don’t treat me like a possession. I’ll be your property, ol’ lady, whatever you want. Just don’t break my heart,” I breathe. Holding his gaze, I don’t give him a chance to say another word before I lift my head to press my lips to his. I slip my tongue into his mouth easily as I wrap an arm around his neck.
I moan into his mouth as he nudges my legs apart, still being mindful of my leg with the cast as he places himself where I’ve wanted him to be every night over the past week. He’s an addiction I’ll always need. There is nothing compared to having him sink inside of me.
As Stoney slowly presses his dick inside my pussy, I tear my mouth from his to say his name.
“Yeah, baby, you’re all mine,” he growls as he begins to thrust inside with controlled strokes.
“Harder, Scott. I need you to fuck me harder,” I cry out as he does just that. Lifting my good leg over his shoulder, giving him better access, he powers into me over and over until I’m screaming his name.
“Fuck, yeah, Doll, come on my cock. Squeeze me with that vise of a pussy. Nothing feels like home more than being deep inside you.” His thrusts become sporadic as he gets closer to his own orgasm. He groans out my name as he sinks to the hilt as he comes.
Stoney slowly lowers my leg from his shoulder, pressing a kiss to my calf. A shiver runs through my body at the press of his lips. Leaning down, Stoney braces himself on his elbows to keep from crushing me as he presses his forehead to mine.
“I fuckin’ love you, Rachel,” he murmurs against my lips. “I swear to you, I won’t allow anything to happen to your heart. I promise you that.”
My heart begins to flutter in my chest at his admission and I moan as he begins to slowly thrust inside me again. The man could go hours without going soft, and that’s with coming.
“I love you too, Scott. Now, take me again. I’ve missed you this past week,” I state.
“Your wish is my command.” He grins as he begins to deepen his movements yet keeps them controlled like he’d done before. “I think I’ll continue to fuck you until we’re both boneless.”
“Umm . . . I like that idea.”
“Will you tell me how you found Corinne?” I ask, my body pressed against his side as Stoney strokes a hand along my back.
His hand pauses for a brief moment as he sighs. “I’d put out the word I’d been looking for her. I got a call this morning from the Prez of the Royal Bastards MC in Elizabeth City. He said he intercepted the trade that was supposed to take place, captured Jackal, and called me first thing this morning,” he mutters.
“D-Do you know who he was giving her to?” I ask.
“Doll, I don’t think you need to know that part. Just know they won’t be coming for her. If they were to try, they’d die immediately,” he stresses.
I want to argue the fact I have a right to know this information, but then again, I need to trust in Stoney. He will do everything in his power to never allow Corinne to be taken ever again.
I nod my head in understanding and smile.
“You know, I believe there was something I still need to do to you,” he smirks as he flips me to my back and moves down my body to settle between my legs. Pressing a kiss to my mound, he stares up at me. “It’s time to enjoy my feast.”
36
Stoney
Two weeks I waited to end Jackal’s life. That doesn’t mean I haven’t enjoyed beating the fuck out of the fucker throughout that time. No, I’d wanted to find out exactly how Jackal was related to Rachel, which I’d finally found out when Nerd pulled up all their mother’s records. Their mother had lied about her age, name, everything. Where she’d claimed she was nineteen when she’d had Rachel, she was really twenty-three. The bitch had Jackal at the age of fourteen.
The kicker was who got her pregnant. Ironically, it was none other than Flame, the motherfucker who’d tried to kill my daughter-in-law. Seems everything has come full circle now that we understand all the puzzle pieces.
Shaking my head clear of the confusion, I step into the Pocket to face the asshat one last time. I cover my mouth and nose the moment I step into the room. Fuck, he’s got this place stinking to high heaven.
Grabbing one of the face masks, I put it in place before turning my attention to the traitor to our club. “Are you ready to meet the devil?” I snarl as I step next to the table Jackal is strapped to.
“Fuck you, asshole,” he mutters.
“No thanks, you’re not my type,” I chuckle, grabbing a lever that will stand the table straight with him still strapped in place. Releasing the lever, I move around the room and grab what’s needed for what I have planned.
Placing four five-gallon buckets in front of him, I fill each one with cement mix and water before using the paddle I keep in here for mixing the materials together.
Once each bucket is mixed, I take one of the buckets and pour the cement into two smaller
