MC Sinners Boxed Set #1-7

CHAPTER 9 | PRESENT - SPIKE

CHAPTER 9

PRESENT - SPIKE

I roll, and the hot, tiny body beside me groans and moves. I open my eyes, and blink over and over until they’re not blurred any longer. The first thing I see is the blonde hair spread out over my pillow: thick, beautiful, blonde hair that smells like fuckin’ vanilla. I let my eyes slide down, and I sigh deeply. Motherfucker. Ciara .

My gaze rakes her naked body; perfect little tits swelling out over the top of my sheets. Long, lean neck that’s covered in my marks. Marks I made while I was fuckin’ balls deep inside her. Her large, pretty fuckin’ lips are parted, and she’s breathing deeply.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

What the fuck have I done? I’ve fucked the one girl I swore I’d never fuck again. I swore I’d stay away. Swore I’d fucking keep my hands off her and yet she’s here, in my bed, sleepin’ soundly after I buried myself in her all night. Fuck.

I’m such a fuckin’ idiot. I should have stayed away, but then last night happened. She saw me watchin’ that couple, and she fuckin’ liked it. Her cheeks flushed, her body got hot, and she was lookin’ at me like she wanted to fuckin’ eat me alive. I should have walked away then. That was the moment I should have turned, but here I am...and now I don’t want to fuckin’ walk away. I want her. I need her. I don’t want any other fucker touchin’ her, and that scares the fuck outta me.

‘Cause it ain’t fuckin’ right.

She shouldn’t be here.

Another groan and she rolls. Fuck. I get out of the bed, jerking on a pair of boxers and creeping outta the room like a fuckin’ freak.

I head down the hall and into the kitchen. Granger is standing at the counter, smoking, as always. He raises his brows when I come out, and I give him a ‘Don’t fuckin’ say a word’ kind of expression. He grins at me. Fuckin’ asshole.

“Busy night, Prez?”

“Somethin’ like that,” I growl, pulling out a cigarette and bringing it to my lips, lighting it.

“That bitch you got in there can scream. Fuck me, kept me awake all night.”

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

I glare at him, and he puts his hands up. “Special one?”

“Ciara,” I grunt.

“I’m fuckin’ sorry, what did you say?”

Here we fuckin’ go.

“I said, it’s Ciara.”

He slowly lowers his cigarette, crushing it out before looking up at me with fierce eyes.

“Are you fuckin’ brain-dead?”

“No, I’m fuckin’ not.”

“What the fuck have you been fightin’ for? You’ve been bustin’ your balls tryin’ to keep her away for weeks, and now you’re divin’ balls deep into her? Fuck, Prez, what the fuck is wrong with you?”

I spin on him, leaning close and clenching my fists. “Shut your fuckin’ mouth. I don’t have to answer to any of you fuckers. My business is just that, fuckin’ mine.”

“It ain’t just your business, Prez. It’s all of us you’re puttin’ at risk. Involvin’ her in this shit, it’s fuckin’ bad.”

“She ain’t gettin’ involved!” I bark. “She’s protected by the Knights, and she ain’t got shit to do with what’s goin’ down.”

“It’s dangerous!”

I clench my fists. “She ain’t gonna be involved.”

“You’re playin’ with fuckin’ fire, Prez. You want to lose another woman to fuckin’ Hogan?”

“No I fuckin’ don’t,” I bellow, slamming my fist onto the counter. “I don’t want her to have anything to do with that sorry son of a bitch, but I can’t fuckin’ tie her up and force her away from me. I fuckin’ tried, Granger. I fuckin’ tried, but she ain’t takin’ no for an answer. Best option for me right now is to keep her fuckin’ close to make sure she’s safe.”

Granger studies me for a long moment, and then shakes his head.

“Fuck, Prez...”

“What?” I growl.

“You fuckin’ love the bitch.”

“Call her a motherfuckin’ bitch again, I’ll cut your fuckin’ dick off and shove it up your ass.”

“Didn’t answer my question,” he snorts, lighting another cigarette.

“Nothing to fuckin’ answer. I don’t love, and I sure as shit ain’t gettin’ another woman killed. I’m enjoyin’ her, keepin’ her safe while that prick is on the streets. After that, it’s done.”

“Whatever you say, Prez.”

I glare at him, but can’t say another word because I hear the floorboards squeak, and turn to see Ciara walkin’ out. Fuck. Well fuck . She’s wearing one of my shirts and it just barely covers her sweet ass. Her hair is flowing down around her shoulders, and she looks like a tiny fuckin’ pixie. She turns those yellow eyes to mine and I shudder, yeah, fuckin’ shudder . I want her again. My cock burns to be buried deep inside her again.

This shit ain’t good. It ain’t how it was meant to go, and yet I fuckin’ can’t turn away. I want to run my fingers across those sweet, full cheeks and slide my tongue across those full, sweet as sugar lips.

“Hey,” she whispers, letting her eyes slide over me, then she gives Granger a quick glance.

I catch his expression; it’s shocked. His brows are raised and he’s standing straight now, instead of leaning against the counter.

“Hey, Tom Cat,” I husk.

“I...woke and didn’t know where I was for a minute. I couldn’t find my clothes.”

Her cheeks just flushed. Motherfucker.

“Got ‘em.”

“Right,” she whispers. “Well, um, can I have them? I have to work.”

“Yeah, babe, I’ll take you.”

I give Granger a warning look, before turning and walking towards Ciara. She flushes deeper, and I have to grip my boxers and adjust my fuckin’ cock so she won’t see how badly I want her. Fuck this want. Been fightin’ this want for fuckin’ years and now she’s pullin’ it outta me, and I can’t turn her away.

I don’t have it in me anymore. I can’t say no. I don’t want to fuckin’ say no, even thought I should. I should be tellin’ her to leave, tellin’ her it was a great fuckin’ night but it ain’t goin’ to be happening again. But I’m not goin’ to say that.

I’m fucked.

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