Smokey by Sam Crescent

Chapter Nine

Ava came to as someone kissed up her back. At first, she tensed up, gasped, and was about to pound whoever had broken into her house. Her arms were grabbed and she was pressed to the bed. Her face against the pillows.

“Shh, it’s me,” he said.

“Smokey?”

“You got plans for any other man to be sneaking in your room late at night?”

“When did you get back?” she asked.

“A couple of hours ago. I’ve been dealing with the brothers and club shit, but I didn’t want to go another night without having your pussy.” He pressed his lips against her neck, and she released a moan. With the way he touched her, she was so addicted to him.

Closing her eyes, she sighed as he touched her pussy. His hand slid beneath her shorts to touch her.

“Did you miss me?” he asked.

She chuckled. “You know I did. I always miss you.”

He let go of her arm, and his mouth went from her neck and down her back. She pressed against the bed in an attempt to sit up, but he stopped her, keeping her in place.

“I’m not ready for you to move.” His hands traced down her back, going to her bed shorts. “This ass should never be covered up.” He pulled down her shorts and she stayed perfectly still.

He moved some pillows from the top of the bed and thrust them beneath her pelvis. “Perfect.” He grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them open. “I can see your cunt and your asshole.”

“Please,” she said.

“You want my dick?”

“Yes.”

“Then you hold this ass open while I play.”

She whimpered as the tip of his cock toyed with her entrance. He held himself still and then slowly began to thrust inside her. “I think it’s going to be quite easy for me to get used to seeing you take my cock. I’ve never seen a prettier sight.”

Inch by inch, she took him, holding her ass open.

His hands went to her hips, and she didn’t let him go as he grabbed her hips and began to pound inside her. His strokes were rough, hard, almost angry and desperate. She loved it, pushing back against him, wanting more of what he could give her.

Suddenly, he paused and lifted up. Then his fingers stroked across her anus. “This is the one hole I haven’t taken, babe. The one hole I want to make mine.”

She cried out as he leaned over her, driving his cock deep into her pussy as he reached for the drawer beside her bed.

“I’ve been keeping this safe in just the right event,” he said.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the tube of lubricant. She tried to listen to what he was doing but he was so quiet.

He pulled out of her pussy and then something cool and slick teased across her anus. She bit her lip, waiting. The tip of his cock replaced his fingers.

“I’m not going to lie to you, babe, this is going to sting a little.”

She tensed up as he started to work inside her ass. She really didn’t think he was going to fit, but there was no defying Smokey. He held her hips steady in his grasp as he pushed inside her asshole.

Ava let out a cry and he stilled. One of his hands circled her throat, pulling her head back and kissing her neck. “I’ll go easy. I promise.”

With his other hand, he cupped her pussy and stroked her clit. She moaned his name as he worked her body.

The pain of his penetration faded slightly as he worked her clit. She was at a fever pitch within seconds. He didn’t allow her to come straight away. He took his time, making her wait as he filled her ass.

Inch by inch, his cock filled her ass until she could take no more. “You’ve got all of my dick now, Ava. I own every single part of your body. What do you have to say?”

“Please,” she said. “Please let me come.”

“Good girl.”

He stroked her pussy until she came, screaming his name. She no longer cared that there was a big, fat cock in her ass. She wanted him, every single part, and there was no backing down.

Smokey let go of her pussy and started to ride her ass. His strokes started out slowly at first until she became accustomed to the sheer size of him. Then he took her harder until the sounds of their bodies smacking together echoed around the room. She didn’t want him to stop, and she loved the slight pain as he took her.

When he came, he wrapped her hair around his fist and bit down on her neck.

The tight heat filled her body, and his cum pulsed in her ass.

The pleasure began to ebb away and all that remained was bliss. She was happy.

Smokey groaned. “Time for a bath.”

Before she could stop him, he’d lifted her in his arms. “It’s late.”

“And as much as I’d love to see my cum dripping from your ass you’re going to be sore if I don’t do something about it.” He carried her through to her bathroom and placed her on her feet.

She watched, a little embarrassed as he filled the tub with water. “You don’t have to do this.”

He added some of her soothing salts and tested the water.

She hadn’t realized he was still dressed. He wore his shirt and his pants were still around his waist. His cock, now flaccid, hung from the opening of his zipper.

He came toward her, stripping off her shirt. He held her hand as she climbed into the bath. Within seconds, he was naked and climbing in behind her.

She rested against his chest, closing her eyes, feeling the heat and warmth of him surround her. “This is nice,” she said.

“It’s been a long day.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” she asked. He didn’t share club stuff with her, but if he needed to talk, she was more than happy to listen.

“Can’t, babe. It’s club stuff. Did Ryan ever say anything to you?” he asked.

“Who’s Ryan?”

“That guy’s bar where you were drinking the first night I met you.”

“Oh, no. I didn’t know him. That night was the first time I’d been there.”

“Right.”

She frowned and tilted her head back. “I don’t like you looking so troubled.”

“It’ll fade.”

She sat up and turned so she could face him. “I know I’m not club, but you can trust me. Whatever we talk about, I won’t say anything.”

Smokey smiled. “You’re so naïve. You don’t have the first clue what my club will do to you. What we can do.”

“I’m not stupid. You think I don’t see you guys carrying? The way you are? I’m not stupid, Smokey.” She tried to stand up, but he caught her waist and settled her against him. “I can be trusted.”

“Can you? Do you know I’ve killed people? That I love hurting people and I consider it a fine art to torture them?”

“I knew you weren’t normal.”

He snorted. “I’m not a lot of things. You should be running from me, Ava. I know everything there is to know about you, and yet, you’re not running. Why is that?”

“I don’t need to run. You don’t scare me, Smokey. Neither does your club. I know life isn’t always easy.”

“You’ve only seen the good in life.”

This made her tense up, and she turned toward him. “What makes you think that? My parents? Their wealth? Maybe it’s because I got married? Just because I’ve known happiness doesn’t mean I don’t know how bad life can be. My parents … they ran several foundations. They didn’t raise a daughter to live in the clouds. They raised a woman who was aware of the world around her.”

“Then why aren’t you running from me? Any sane woman would prefer a man with a nine-to-five job.” He stroked her hair back.

She cupped his face. “I had that guy, remember? He hurt me more than anyone else I know. He took great pleasure in doing it.” She licked her lips. “I don’t want to be hurt ever again. I know that you don’t promise me forever, but you don’t lie to me, Smokey. I … I love you for that.”

He tensed up and pressed a finger against her lips. “No. Don’t fucking say shit like that. I can’t give you love.”

“I’m not asking for you to give me love, but I can’t stop the way I feel for you, Smokey. I love you. I’m in love with you. I won’t … I don’t expect anything from you. I know you don’t do love and this is only temporary, but I do love you.” She pressed a kiss to his lips.

He gripped the back of her neck and pulled her in close. “You’re too good for me.” He took possession of her mouth, and she kissed him back, not holding anything in. Letting him know with her kiss and touch that she meant every single word she said.

Smokey moved her so she straddled his waist. Within a matter of seconds, his cock was rock-hard as he pressed against her pussy.

“Again?” she asked.

“You don’t like it?”

“I have no complaints.”

“Good.”

He moved her over him and positioned his cock at her entrance. She cried out his name as he began to fill her.

Smokey wasn’t completely erect, but with how he moved inside her, he was so close to it.

“I want you to look at me. No one else, only at me.”

She stared into his eyes as he grabbed her hips, and together, they thrust against each other, working the other into a fever pitch of arousal and pleasure. Smokey got her to lean back so he could play with her tits. He stroked her clit, bringing her to another orgasm.

She loved the way he touched her. He had the power to give her pleasure or pain. Each touch and stroke set her on fire, making her desperate for more.

“Come for me, babe. Let me hear you come. I want it all.”

She went over the peak. The orgasm was so incredible, she didn’t want it to stop, and she rode the wave of pleasure until she had nothing more to give.

Smokey held on to her and thrust up within her, his own release only seconds away. His cock flooded her pussy with more of his cum.

Ava didn’t know when he’d stopped pulling out. Did he even realize he wasn’t protecting them both? She didn’t want to ruin the moment and stayed silent. Nothing good would come of it.

He didn’t say he loved her.

She knew he wouldn’t.

No one ever did.

****

The deal was reached and an arrangement was agreed to with Ryan being handed over to him. The basement of the clubhouse was already set up to accept rats and traitors.

Smokey sat at his desk, going through paperwork when Hunter came to his office. The doors were shut, and Smokey looked up from the paperwork to wonder what the fuck his VP’s problem was.

“These were waiting on your bike,” Hunter said.

A brown envelope was placed on his desk.

“And?”

“It’s addressed to the club. You need to see what is inside.”

Smokey picked up the envelope and turned it over. The club’s name was scrawled across the front. “What the fuck is this, Hunter?”

“Open it. Find out.”

“You’ve seen it.”

Hunter nodded.

Smokey threw down his pen and opened the envelope. Pictures slid out of it, landing on his desk. The first one made him freeze.

“What is this?” he asked.

“Ugly Beast called it. If you think about it. Ever since she arrived, shit has been going wrong. She was at the bar, and she’s willingly available to you. Have you spoken to her about club business?” Hunter asked.

“No.”

“Are you sure?”

“I said fucking no.”

He had no explanation. Ava was accepting money from Creed, the fucking president of the Twisted Bastards MC.

Rage bubbled up inside him.

“Get the club set up for church,” Smokey said.

Hunter nodded and walked right out.

Smokey stared down at the pictures. Women. He should have known he couldn’t trust Ava. She said all the right things. Did everything right. She almost had him convinced she was different.

No wonder she kept on asking about the club and wanting him to trust her. He had to wonder what Creed was paying her.

Hunter returned twenty minutes later to tell him everyone was ready. He got to his feet and took the pictures.

Once inside church, he threw them down for all to see.

No one jumped to her defense.

“That fucking bitch,” Raven said. “What’s the plan?”

Smokey looked at the pictures. “It’s simple. I want her here in the basement. We’ll take care of that fucking slut, and then we’ll deal with Ryan.”

Raven smiled. “Let me handle this. I can’t believe I was fooled by her.”

“Well, we won’t be fooled anymore.”

Smokey was the first this time to leave church. The tension in the air was palpable. The club had been betrayed. They hadn’t made it easy for Ava, but they’d certainly been willing to accept her. Her presence had started to become noticed.

Rather than let the men deal with Ava, he selected three more club women who’d been around the longest. He told them what had happened, and in return, they were going to make her pay.

While Raven and his men got Ava, he went to his office and stared out the window to watch. From his vantage point, he could see the moment Raven arrived.

“I love you. I’m in love with you.”

All of it had been lies. He should have known.

Ava would pay dearly for what she did. He wondered if this was why the ex tried to get away as fast as possible.

Running a hand down his face, he tried to gain control of his rage, but it just wouldn’t come.

Raven’s truck arrived. Kinky and Brick had gone with her.

He watched as Ava, bound and gagged, was hauled out of the back of the truck. She fought against them.

Soon, the sounds of her screams filled the air of the clubhouse. No one stopped them.

Smokey took a couple of minutes.

“Do you want me to handle this?” Hunter asked.

“No. This is my problem.”

He grabbed the pictures and placed them in his inner jacket.

After leaving the office, he made his way to the basement where the women were already pushing Ava around. She was bleeding from above her eye and her nose.

He noticed her shirt was also torn.

When they pushed too hard, she fell in a heap on the floor.

“Why are you doing this? Where’s Smokey? I want to see him,” Ava said.

“I’m right here, you disgusting slut.”

She scrambled to her feet. “I don’t know what’s going on. This isn’t funny. I’m scared.”

He laughed.

Raven pulled her hair, and Ava let out a cry. Another of the whores grabbed a chair and they tied her to it.

Tears fell down Ava’s cheeks, but she’d stopped fighting.

“Did you think you could fool us for long?” he asked.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Raven slapped her hard, and she whimpered. Her head flung to the side.

Smokey grabbed a chair, dragging it up toward his woman. Even covered in blood, she was beautiful and so striking. All that blonde hair.

“Cut it off,” he said.

Raven smiled. “With pleasure.”

Ava screamed as Raven none-too-gently grabbed her hair and began to hack the length off.

When it was done, her hair was thrown to the floor.

“I don’t know what’s going on,” Ava said, sobbing. “Let me out of here.”

“You think we’re going to let you go so you can run back to Creed? The fucking prick?” Raven said.

Ava’s sobs filled the air.

“I’ve had enough of this.” Before Smokey could stop it, one of the club whores had grabbed a scalpel and sliced it through Ava’s leg.

Her screams filled the air.

Kinky grabbed the whore and pulled her away.

The club felt Ava’s betrayal.

“I don’t know who Creed is,” Ava said. “I’ve never even heard that name.”

Smokey tutted. “You should know by now that nothing is ever sacred. There is no escape from what you’ve done.” He reached into his jacket and pulled out the incriminating evidence. “Did you have a good laugh? Did you think you’d gotten me to fall in love with you?”

He wrapped his fingers around her neck, cutting off her oxygen. “You were only ever a decent fuck, and you weren’t any good at that. You were easy, but I’ve had better.” He let her go, and she gasped for breath.

“Please, stop this. You’re making a mistake. I didn’t do this. I don’t know who that man is.” She turned toward Raven. “It was the day I went to the bank. I tried to tell you I had a weird experience. Please.”

“She’s lying,” Raven said. “She didn’t tell me anything about the bank trip.”

“You shouldn’t have done Creed’s dirty work, Ava. You’re going to wish you never met me.” He got to his feet. “Have your fun.”

Smokey left the basement.

He didn’t need to hurt Ava. His club would get her ready so he could make the final blow. Ava wasn’t going come out of this alive.

With her death certificate filed, he needed to go and make some arrangements at her house.

Leaving the clubhouse, he rode his bike to her place. His key still in his jacket pocket, he stepped inside and was hit with the hardest sense of betrayal.

In the back of his mind, he heard her laughter. The sweet sounds she’d made.

The truth was, he’d had every intention of keeping her. She’d gotten under his skin, and he’d even been thinking of a future with her. He should have known better than to make a deal with a woman. They were fucking toxic. No one was different.

Fueling his anger, he made his way up to the bedroom and started to pack a bag. He’d make it look like she was away on a trip or some shit. They’d dispose of her body, and no one would ever find a trace of her or link her to the club.

He’d packed a bag and was heading out of the house when Ugly Beast called.

“What’s up?” he asked.

“Where the fuck are you?”

“At Ava’s house, why?” The boys had already gone and trashed her bakery. He hadn’t given the order, but he didn’t care.

She’d lied to their president and was working with their enemy. There was no way out of this.

“I need you back at the clubhouse now,” Ugly Beast said, hanging up.

Shaking his head, Smokey closed the door, He strapped the bag of clothes to his bike and took one last look, allowing himself to feel the betrayal. The hope of a future dying inside as he looked at the house.

Creed was going to pay.

That fucker thought he won, but Smokey was going to show him. Maybe he’d take her apart piece by piece and mail it to him.

Arriving back at the clubhouse, Ugly Beast was waiting for him.

“Where are the pictures?” Ugly Beast asked.

“I don’t have time for this.”

“For fuck’s sake. I’m trying to save your ass from making the biggest fucking mistake for your life. Where are they?”

“They’re on the floor of the basement.”

A feminine scream filled the air.

“Get Raven up here now. I’m in the church room.”

“I’m not your fucking minion,” Smokey said.

“And right now, you’re not behaving like the boss.” Ugly Beast shoved him. “Get the fuck in church. I’ll get Raven myself.”

Smokey was going to beat the living shit out of Ugly Beast. Maybe even leave him for dead.

He went and took his seat at the head of the table when Ugly Beast returned.

“What the fuck is this, Ugly? I’ve got shit to do,” Raven said.

Smokey noticed her knuckles were red with blood.

He didn’t care. Ava deserved it.

“Watch,” Ugly Beast said.

He hadn’t realized the TV had been brought into the room. Bored, Smokey watched, noticing Fort Clover’s bank and Main Street coming into view. He frowned as the bank door opened and Ava stepped out. She wasn’t watching where she was going, and Smokey tensed up even more when he caught sight of Creed. The fucker had been waiting for her and was dressed in a business suit.

Ugly Beast pressed the remote, and this was the camera inside the bank. It showed Ava waiting in line and then taking a brown envelope from the woman behind the desk.

“Ava’s not Creed’s accomplice,” Ugly Beast. “I don’t know who took those pictures, but it wasn’t her.”

“You’ve got to be shitting me,” Raven said. “We can see it.”

“No!” Ugly Beast said. “Ava’s not like that. My wife made me realize it, which is why I decided to go to the source. Ava’s innocent, Smokey. She’s not an accomplice. Creed’s messing with your head, and looking at the way he worked her, he did this on purpose so you’d hurt her.”

“Fuck, I left those bitches alone with her.” Raven turned to leave, but Smokey was on his feet, charging out of the room and rushing toward the basement.

He was too late. The undeniable sound of bones breaking filled his ears.

He got to the basement. They’d pulled Ava from the chair. Two of the women held her down while the other brought the hammer down on her hand. Her hand was broken. The hammer was raised again.

“Stop!” His voice echoed around the room. The ramifications of what he’d done rushed through him.

“Get away from her,” he said.

The moment they were away, Ava curled up into a ball.

Smokey knew the club was at his back. Running a hand down his face, he couldn’t believe what he’d done. He went to her side, and as he tried to pull her into his arms, she screamed, trying to get away from him.

She was soaked with blood. “Don’t you touch me.”

“Ava, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s a trick. Leave me alone.”

He had no idea what to say.

“I want to go home. I won’t ever come near you again. I promise. I just want to go home. It’s safe there.”

His heart broke.

The woman with the sweet smile was gone. He’d broken the only good thing in his world.