Boner 807 Words The boner I'm having is starting to cause me some serious pain. I'm not used to blue balls. Hell, even some of the brothers think I'm either gay or have ED. But after watching Violet beat the s**t out of those souleaters, the fucker's been hard. I want to j******f, find release. Too bad I can't-Devil called for Church right after the fight. "That motherfucker." Right-Pierce. Devil wanted to talk about Pierce. "Tried convincing him we had no part in it, but I don't think he believed us." Devil frowns, resting his head back on the huge leather chair and closing his eyes. "Sherlock, you find anything?" Sherlock shakes his head. "Looks like they f*****g disappeared into thin air after the raid. They probably headed into the desert instead of taking the road. Easy to vanish out there." "f**k… Wilhelm, I want you and Rios to ride out again. Take some prospects with you. Don't go solo. Talk to people, see if someone saw something. Anything." "Sure, Pres." Wilhelm lifts his chin at Rios, our Tail Runner. He goes everywhere Wilhelm goes, unless it's something higher-level, like meetings. Rios grins, happy to finally f*****g do something. After the third raid, Devil wanted his bikers kept close. It's almost like a damn lockdown. No one leaves alone, and the few old ladies we have moved back into the compound. Four hours later, Church is finally over. Like usual, I make my way toward my room when I hear heavy breathing. Not the good kind. The distressed kind. I pause, trying to figure out where it's coming from, and realize I'm standing in front of Violet's room. The breathing gets louder, more labored. I don't know what the f**k to do. I haven't said a word to the girl yet, and the one time she talked to me, she was seriously pissed off. I found that kind of cute. Wait. What? I take a step back, ready to walk away, but it's hard to ignore the sound of her now-pained gasps. "Motherfucker." I knock first. No answer. I glance over my shoulder to make sure no one's watching, then open the door. Only, it barely cracks open before it bumps into something. A grunt follows, and I look down to see Violet on the floor-curled in a ball. She looks small, fragile. Not at all like the girl who took on three bitches earlier like it was nothing. I step quietly into her room and close the door behind me. A small whimper escapes her throat, and I'm at a loss. What the hell am I even trying to do? I f*****g hate women. Still… watching this chick suffer doesn't sit right with me. Maybe it's because she's my best friend's little sister. I scoop her up from the floor and carry her to her bed. She fits in my arms perfectly, and somehow, I'm not even disgusted by having a woman in my arms. Before I can set her down, she shifts in my hold, sniffing me, then buries her face into the crook of my neck. Her breathing begins to slow. Did I just calm her down… by doing nothing? Are women that easy to soothe? I lay her down and try to move away to cover her with a blanket, but her hand grips my cut and pulls me back down. Okay. So women aren't that easy to calm. Should've figured. I try to remove her hand, but she's got a death grip, and I don't want to hurt her. I don't need Devil's crazy ass on mine. I grunt and kick off my boots. The b***h wants me close? Fine. She gets me close. I wrestle my cut off-no easy feat with her clutching it like it's her lifeline. I peel off my shirt and slide into bed beside her. Not even a second passes before she curls around me. One leg slung over mine, one hand on my chest, fingers tangled in my chest hair, and then she rolls her whole body on top of mine. Her p***y grinds into my hip. I clench my teeth. This was a bad idea. Part of me wants to shove her off the bed and bolt in the opposite f*****g direction. But the other part… wants her even closer. Wants us fused together. She smells so damn good-like green apples and something warm and clean. I feel like a f*****g teenager again, getting another hard-on just because some chick is lying on me. Wasn't I supposed to hate women? "Devil's gonna f*****g kill me," I mutter. Or maybe I'll end up brain-dead-since my c**k's hoarding all my blood.