Heart Recaptured
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I was about to cut the sluts loose. They didn’t hold a candle to the pilgrim blonde anyhow.
Biggest plus? Lilah was definitely getting better at adjusting to biker life, at handling life away from those fuckin’ pedo, sadistic, Jesus freaks.
Showed her every part of Austin I could think of. But she never got outta the truck. Refused to ride bitch on my bike. Outright shutdown to any change of wardrobe. Wouldn’t take off that damn headdress… the headdress I’d started to fuckin’ dream about.
Sick fuck that I am.
But she was making progress. She weren’t rocking like a psycho in a corner and quoting scripture twenty-four-seven. She weren’t locked in her room, screaming at anyone that came to her door.
She was gradually trying new things with me… but only me.
Only fucking me. I was goddamn addicted to the bitch.
A second later, Lilah opened the door, all fucking smiles for me. And yeah, as always, I lost my fucking breath.
“Hello, Ky,” she greeted, moving outta the doorway to follow me down the stairs.
“Sweet cheeks,” I said, finding my voice.
“What are we doing today?”
I stopped dead and stared at her, so fast Lilah smashed straight into my chest. As I steadied her by her arms, her breath came hard. Lilah’s blues met mine, and I swear the fucking world stopped.
Her tongue licked around her lips, her gaze dropped to my lips, and at once, I was painfully hard. I knew it was time to shut this shit down again.
“Gone tomorrow on a run. So sticking ‘round here.”
“How long will you be gone?” Lilah asked, and I wanted to smile when I caught the disappointment in her voice.
“Few days, maybe more. Depends how easy shit goes.” It’d go easy, just a simple run paying off of the feds and taking bank from the street crews distributing our guns.
“Okay,” she said quietly, and this time nothing was stopping me from smirking.
Taking her hand, I pulled her down the stairs and toward the clubhouse. “Let’s go. I need food. As good a time as any to show you the kitchen.”
Lilah followed dutifully, keeping her head down in case we passed any brothers. There weren’t no brothers in our path, but I fucking cussed when Tiff and Jules came giggling around the corner, all tits, legs, and tan.
Their eyes immediately snapped to Lilah and me, and their fucking faces dropped. Jealous sluts. Jules strutted forward in her tight red dress and ran her fingernail down my chest. Lilah’s hand squeezed mine. Then she tried to let go.
Weren’t happening.
“Ky, baby. You wanna come with us?” Jules’s finger kept running south until she cupped my denim-covered cock in her hand.
Knocking away her hand, I said, “Fuck off, Jules. Go suck Vike if you’re desperate for cock.”
Jules’s eyes narrowed at me and she backed away. “Ahh… too busy with your little pet, Ky? Throwing us aside for virgin pussy… again?”
Lilah inhaled, and I stepped forward, seething at the slut. Tiff pulled Jules back, seeing my raging expression.
“Come on, Jules, let’s go,” Tiff said, jerking Jules away.
Lilah’s hand began to relax in mine.
Fucking stupid whores. Bitches—nothing but fucking trouble. I decided right then to dump their asses before I went on this run. They’d worn out their use anyhow.
I smashed through the doors of the kitchen. Hush and Cowboy were sitting around the table. Lifting their bottles of Bud in greeting, they then saw Lilah.
“Lilah,” Cowboy said with a smile as he tapped his Stetson. “Mighty good to see ya, darlin’.”
Lilah bowed her head and blushed. She probably wouldn’t speak now that they were in here and she’d just faced the bitch lickin’ twins. But I’d worked in the garage all day and I was fuckin’ ready to eat a cow, so she needed to get over that shit right the fuck now.
Turning to Lilah, I said, “‘Kay, sweet cheeks, this is a kitchen.” I looked around, hand on hips, and just started pointing at shit. “Table. Seats. Knives. Dishes. Sink… erm…” Her eyes were following my every move. Bending down, I ripped open a drawer and pulled some flat round thing with a handle. I lifted it in the air and stared at the damn thing.
“And this,” I said, staring at the thing again. “You use it to beat the fuck outta someone that don’t get your steak cooked fast enough.”
Dropping the iron whatever-the-fuck-it-was on the countertop, I turned to see Hush and Cowboy staring at me like I was stupid, then caught Lilah’s face, her lip twitching, and before I knew it, she started fuckin’ laughing.
“Shit, Ky! You ever cooked a meal in your life?” Cowboy asked.
“Never had to, so shut the fuck up!” I snapped. Then I picked up the black heavy thing again. “And what the fuck is this?”
A small hand wrapped around mine on the handle, and I looked down to see Lilah smiling up at me. “It is a cast iron griddle.”
“You know all this shit? Cooking and such?”
She nodded enthusiastically. “I am a very good cook.”
“You are?”
She laughed again. “Yes. It is a woman’s duty to prepare food. I was trained from a young child to cater to a man’s every need.”
“Damn. Perfect fuckin’ bitch right there,” I heard Hush say under his breath. He sat back in his chair, watching Lilah, waiting to see what she would do next. Lilah heard Hush’s comment and, seeing his attention, ducked her head.
Hush put up his hand when he caught me glaring. “Not making a move, only saying she’s one good bitch, so wind your fuckin’ neck back in, brother.”
Startled by a touch on my arm, I peered down to see Lilah with the griddle to her chest. “Do you have fresh ingredients?”
“Erm…” I turned to Hush and Cowboy. Cowboy pointed to the fridge.
Lilah’s eyes fluttered and I knew she was nervous. I gripped her chin between my finger and thumb, forcing her to look at me.
Taking a breath, she asked, “May I cook for you?”
“You wanna cook for me?” I asked in shock.
She nodded. “Yes, very much so. I thoroughly enjoy cooking. It is my best skill.”
She was beaming bright red, and I had no idea why.
“Then fuckin’ have at it, sweet cheeks,” I said, loving seeing that look on her beautiful face.
Biggest plus? Lilah was definitely getting better at adjusting to biker life, at handling life away from those fuckin’ pedo, sadistic, Jesus freaks.
Showed her every part of Austin I could think of. But she never got outta the truck. Refused to ride bitch on my bike. Outright shutdown to any change of wardrobe. Wouldn’t take off that damn headdress… the headdress I’d started to fuckin’ dream about.
Sick fuck that I am.
But she was making progress. She weren’t rocking like a psycho in a corner and quoting scripture twenty-four-seven. She weren’t locked in her room, screaming at anyone that came to her door.
She was gradually trying new things with me… but only me.
Only fucking me. I was goddamn addicted to the bitch.
A second later, Lilah opened the door, all fucking smiles for me. And yeah, as always, I lost my fucking breath.
“Hello, Ky,” she greeted, moving outta the doorway to follow me down the stairs.
“Sweet cheeks,” I said, finding my voice.
“What are we doing today?”
I stopped dead and stared at her, so fast Lilah smashed straight into my chest. As I steadied her by her arms, her breath came hard. Lilah’s blues met mine, and I swear the fucking world stopped.
Her tongue licked around her lips, her gaze dropped to my lips, and at once, I was painfully hard. I knew it was time to shut this shit down again.
“Gone tomorrow on a run. So sticking ‘round here.”
“How long will you be gone?” Lilah asked, and I wanted to smile when I caught the disappointment in her voice.
“Few days, maybe more. Depends how easy shit goes.” It’d go easy, just a simple run paying off of the feds and taking bank from the street crews distributing our guns.
“Okay,” she said quietly, and this time nothing was stopping me from smirking.
Taking her hand, I pulled her down the stairs and toward the clubhouse. “Let’s go. I need food. As good a time as any to show you the kitchen.”
Lilah followed dutifully, keeping her head down in case we passed any brothers. There weren’t no brothers in our path, but I fucking cussed when Tiff and Jules came giggling around the corner, all tits, legs, and tan.
Their eyes immediately snapped to Lilah and me, and their fucking faces dropped. Jealous sluts. Jules strutted forward in her tight red dress and ran her fingernail down my chest. Lilah’s hand squeezed mine. Then she tried to let go.
Weren’t happening.
“Ky, baby. You wanna come with us?” Jules’s finger kept running south until she cupped my denim-covered cock in her hand.
Knocking away her hand, I said, “Fuck off, Jules. Go suck Vike if you’re desperate for cock.”
Jules’s eyes narrowed at me and she backed away. “Ahh… too busy with your little pet, Ky? Throwing us aside for virgin pussy… again?”
Lilah inhaled, and I stepped forward, seething at the slut. Tiff pulled Jules back, seeing my raging expression.
“Come on, Jules, let’s go,” Tiff said, jerking Jules away.
Lilah’s hand began to relax in mine.
Fucking stupid whores. Bitches—nothing but fucking trouble. I decided right then to dump their asses before I went on this run. They’d worn out their use anyhow.
I smashed through the doors of the kitchen. Hush and Cowboy were sitting around the table. Lifting their bottles of Bud in greeting, they then saw Lilah.
“Lilah,” Cowboy said with a smile as he tapped his Stetson. “Mighty good to see ya, darlin’.”
Lilah bowed her head and blushed. She probably wouldn’t speak now that they were in here and she’d just faced the bitch lickin’ twins. But I’d worked in the garage all day and I was fuckin’ ready to eat a cow, so she needed to get over that shit right the fuck now.
Turning to Lilah, I said, “‘Kay, sweet cheeks, this is a kitchen.” I looked around, hand on hips, and just started pointing at shit. “Table. Seats. Knives. Dishes. Sink… erm…” Her eyes were following my every move. Bending down, I ripped open a drawer and pulled some flat round thing with a handle. I lifted it in the air and stared at the damn thing.
“And this,” I said, staring at the thing again. “You use it to beat the fuck outta someone that don’t get your steak cooked fast enough.”
Dropping the iron whatever-the-fuck-it-was on the countertop, I turned to see Hush and Cowboy staring at me like I was stupid, then caught Lilah’s face, her lip twitching, and before I knew it, she started fuckin’ laughing.
“Shit, Ky! You ever cooked a meal in your life?” Cowboy asked.
“Never had to, so shut the fuck up!” I snapped. Then I picked up the black heavy thing again. “And what the fuck is this?”
A small hand wrapped around mine on the handle, and I looked down to see Lilah smiling up at me. “It is a cast iron griddle.”
“You know all this shit? Cooking and such?”
She nodded enthusiastically. “I am a very good cook.”
“You are?”
She laughed again. “Yes. It is a woman’s duty to prepare food. I was trained from a young child to cater to a man’s every need.”
“Damn. Perfect fuckin’ bitch right there,” I heard Hush say under his breath. He sat back in his chair, watching Lilah, waiting to see what she would do next. Lilah heard Hush’s comment and, seeing his attention, ducked her head.
Hush put up his hand when he caught me glaring. “Not making a move, only saying she’s one good bitch, so wind your fuckin’ neck back in, brother.”
Startled by a touch on my arm, I peered down to see Lilah with the griddle to her chest. “Do you have fresh ingredients?”
“Erm…” I turned to Hush and Cowboy. Cowboy pointed to the fridge.
Lilah’s eyes fluttered and I knew she was nervous. I gripped her chin between my finger and thumb, forcing her to look at me.
Taking a breath, she asked, “May I cook for you?”
“You wanna cook for me?” I asked in shock.
She nodded. “Yes, very much so. I thoroughly enjoy cooking. It is my best skill.”
She was beaming bright red, and I had no idea why.
“Then fuckin’ have at it, sweet cheeks,” I said, loving seeing that look on her beautiful face.
