Where Souls Spoil (Bayonet Scars Series, Volume I) (Bayonet Scars #1-4.5)

Just before we lose contact, her head spins around. She’s scowling. Her brows pull together, and her bottom lip juts out. But damned if it doesn’t feel good to have her look at me. It’s been months since I’ve spent any time around her, and even then it was brief. But she won’t go away, and I don’t know why. She’s everywhere and it’s fucking insufferable. Her dark brown hair falls around her shoulders, and she looks so young and yet so determined to grow up at the same time. She’s like a baby bear—a cub—little, but already so very fucking lethal. At least, that’s how it feels when she tears her eyes away from mine and passes through the kitchen by Duke’s side.

I strain to keep my body in place, but the need to follow her is overwhelming. Finally, having enough of the fucking vacuum at my neck, I give the bitch a gentle shove. I just need some distance. She’s gorgeous as shit and fucking stacked with some of the perkiest natural tits I’ve ever seen, but she’s also just too fucking eager. It used to be my thing, but not now. Now, I’m all kinds of fucked up with ideas of a gentle touch and a soft smile, and coy flirting. It’s the worst fucking thing I could be getting into, and yet I am.

“What’s wrong, baby?” the chick asks. Blowing out a frustrated breath, I practically spit a string of curse words at the wall before me. She blinks rapidly, and her face falls. Shit. Bitches who look like that aren’t as eager to ride my cock. I really don’t want to have to start over with another bitch. This one’s mostly ready to go.

“Nothing. Come on,” I say, grabbing her wrist and moving toward the kitchen. She doesn’t budge, and I stop in place. Looking back at her, I raise my eyebrows.

“Where are we going?” she asks, her eyes shooting to Cub’s bedroom door. An irrational flash of anger shoots through me at the thought of her in that room, on that bed. She has no fucking business being in that room.

“Do you want me to fuck you or not?” I ask in a harsher tone than I intend, but she gets the point. I’ve seen her around the clubhouse and in the palace. She’s got a thing for attention, and she’s taken some raunchy dick to get it. So she relents, just like I knew she would. I keep her wrist tight in my hand and lead her out of the house. It’s a typical party, maybe even a little tame. People are fucking around in every corner of this house. I find myself stumbling around drunk fuckers left, right, and sideways. It’s ridiculous and I love it. I miss this shit. Ma’s been low-key since she brought her cub home, probably worried she’ll think we’re all just a bunch of heathens—which we are.

It’s no coincidence that as we leave the house, Duke and Alex are a hundred feet or so in front of us. Walking through the backyard, I make sure not to lose them in the crowd. Up ahead, in the large red barn, it looks like some of the party guests are hot boxing the fucking thing. I pull the chick around the corner of the barn, shielded just enough so neither Duke nor Alex will see us.

She leans against the side of the barn and immediately goes to work on the button of my jeans, and then the fly. Pulling my jeans down just below my ass, and then slowly lowering my boxers, she gently pulls my dick free. I haven’t even come yet and I’m already over it. She licks her lips and smiles at me as she lowers herself to the ground. “You’re so big, baby.”

“Shut up,” I snap, unable to stop myself. “You wanted my dick, you got it.” Ignoring my attitude, she lets her tongue glide against my tip, and finally I’m starting to feel something.

On the other side of the barn, Alex presses herself up against Duke—my fucking brother. This fucker and I, we share a patch, and that is supposed to mean more than fine pussy. I place my hand against the bar to keep myself steady as this chick works her magic on my dick while her hand cups my balls. It’s starting to feel pretty fucking euphoric, but then his hand moves to her hip, sneaks around to her ass. And I’m numb.

I barely feel her lips on my dick as I watch his tongue shove into Alex’s mouth. My hand aches from the way I’m gripping the aged wood of the barn. The way Duke touches her makes everything else in the world fade away. He’s seducing her, just like he’s done to so many others. Lowering her to the grass, I feel a twinge of anger start to build. This is so wrong—all of it. Him doing her, me watching him do it. I’ve seen brothers run a train on some bitch I didn’t even know, and it didn’t faze me. But this is different. I know Alex, and I don’t think she can handle what he’s about to do to her.