Page 27 of Inglorious (Unwanted Bastards MC #1)

“I’ll give you salty,” I murmured and reached for his belt. Inglorious stiffened as I undid it.

He looked good tonight. Inglorious wore a plum Henley and smart black jeans that were a little too big for his frame.

Inglorious was still gaining back the weight he’d lost. He had his cut over the top, and his hair had been trimmed.

He was clean-shaven, which didn’t bother me.

I liked Inglorious with a beard or without; both suited him.

Inglorious gripped my hand as his eyes raked my face.

I allowed Inglorious to see what I was feeling, and slowly he removed his hand and leaned back.

I popped the jean buttons open, slid my hand inside, and grasped his cock.

Inglorious was already hard, and his jeans were tight.

It was a struggle to move, and I made a noise of discontent.

With a chuckle, Inglorious lifted his hips, and I wriggled his jeans down and popped his cock out.

Before Inglorious could say or do anything, I yanked the blanket over my head and took his cock into my mouth.

A gasp left him as I twirled my tongue around his tip.

It was thick and large, and I realised just how big Inglorious was.

Fuck, would that fit inside me? I shoved the worrying thought aside and sucked Inglorious deeper.

I could only take half of him, and he was hitting the back of my throat.

Inglorious’s hands ran through my hair as I bobbed up and down.

He groaned as I lightly dragged my teeth against his sensitive tip and licked the pre-cum that leaked from him.

Moaning, I took him slightly deeper as Inglorious pulled out a little and then thrust back in.

I cupped his balls and squeezed as Inglorious held my head in place.

Slowly, he fucked my mouth while I was helpless to stop him.

Despite Inglorious’s size, he was gentle, and when I tried to pull away, he let me. I ran my tongue along the length of the shaft. Then Inglorious hissed as I sucked on his tip.

“Nanci, I’m going to cum,” he warned in a whisper even as his hands once again held me steady.

“Cum,” I muttered and took Inglorious’s cock back into my mouth. Moments later, Inglorious stiffened, and I felt him literally swallow a shout as he came. Long spurts of cum hit me, and I swallowed without gagging. Once he’d finished, I licked Inglorious clean and popped out from under the blanket.

“Next time, you don’t finger me and walk away,” I warned, and I took a mouthful of drink and swished my mouth out.

Inglorious stared in disbelief before laughing as he hauled me onto his lap for a kiss. Needless to say, our first date was a doozy!

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Two days later, I was leaning back against a wall as I watched Chill yet again stare at Meadow from a distance. I was getting annoyed with Chill’s lack of action. Surely he had some game about him? Chill caught me watching and disappeared through the clubhouse doors. Coward!

I barged through the door after him and smacked into Inglorious.

“Where are you off to in a hurry?” he asked, laughing as he steadied me.

“I’m going to kick Chill’s lazy ass!”

“Any reason?” Inglorious didn’t seem bothered but rather amused.

“Yeah. He keeps watching Meadow and won’t make a move. It’s frustrating!”

“Go get him and tell Chill I said he can’t fight my old lady.”

I’d begun rushing away and stopped dead as the old lady part was spoken. Slowly, I twisted my head and stared at Inglorious in shock.

“Old lady?”

“What did you think was happening, babe? This was something casual? Nah. I’m claiming you. However, it’s slow going because you’re kinda skittish,” Inglorious remarked and pulled a lock of my hair before dropping a kiss on my lips. With that bombshell, he disappeared inside the clubhouse.

I stood there stunned for a few moments, absorbing what he’d said. Inglorious seriously wanted me as his old lady? Yeah, I knew we were dating, but I hadn’t realised he’d looked that far ahead.

“I want kids!” I yelled at the doors.

“Let me know how many and I’ll schedule them in!” Inglorious shouted back, and a grin crossed my face.

Chuckles floated towards me on the wind, and I noted I had an audience of workmen and Chill. My eyes narrowed on Chill, and he paled and scarpered. I chased after him with a mission in mind. If Chill didn’t make a move on Meadow soon, I’d kill him!

I caught up with him when he grabbed Willow, Axel’s daughter from Rage MC, and tried hiding behind her. Willow looked amused as I raced towards them, and Chill took off running.

“Chill! You shit!” I bellowed, and Willow turned and faced me. “Hey, Willow, you look great. See you soon, I’m going to catch a Chill!”

“Wrap up warm, honey!” Willow called.

“Don’t need to. Inglorious is smoking hot!” I added and cackled as I sped past.

“Stay away, Nanci, I know what you want!” Chill yelled and screeched as I grabbed at him and scratched his arm by accident. Chill darted between two buildings, and my eyes narrowed. He could run, but not hide.

Guessing Chill’s route, I ran the other way and waited. Chill came running out of an alley, and I tackled him to the ground. I heard a distant bark of laughter from Inglorious and then straddled Chill.

“Admit you like Meadow!”

“Nope.”

“Admit it!” I yelled and smacked Chill’s head on the floor.

“Nanci, you’re hurting me!” Chill bellowed.

“I’ll do more if you don’t confess you like Meadow!” I hissed and banged his head again. Chill thrust his body up but couldn’t dislodge me.

“Inglorious!” he shouted as I sucked my finger and shoved it in his ear. Childish for sure, but Chill began squirming.

“Meadow likes you,” I said, and Chill froze mid-buck.

“What?” Interest crossed his face before Chill hid it. Aha! I knew it!

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” Chill refuted, and I banged his head for a third time.

“Meadow likes you, but she’s too shy to say anything. As much as you watch Meadow, she watches you. But, Chill, Meadow’s been hurt and needs a good man.”

Chill’s body stiffened, and with a mighty heave, knocked me off. “Yeah, Meadow needs a good man. That isn’t me, Nanci. I’m bad news.”

With that, Chill disappeared. I stared after him in shock. Why would Chill say that? My gaze sought and found Inglorious’s, and I saw him standing with Willow. They were both talking and watching me, amused.

“Did he win?” Inglorious called, and I realised he’d not heard what Chill had said.

“Nope! Not yet, anyway!” I replied and scrambled to my feet.

Willow smiled as I hugged her. I didn’t know Willow very well, but I had met her a few times.

She’d lost her man in the war. Dan Grey had been a former FBI agent who’d been prospecting for Rage MC.

Dan had given his life to save Drake’s daughter.

Willow had fled Rapid City and stayed away for a year.

Fanatic, Drake’s son, had brought her back, and something was developing between them, according to the chatter between the clubs.

“Are you staying for lunch? We have an amazing cook, and Meadow’s food is out of this world,” I asked, and Willow nodded.

“That would be nice. We can catch up on gossip. Like how nobody knows that you’re Inglorious’s old lady!” Willow replied.

“I discovered that fact about twenty minutes ago.” I chuckled.

Inglorious snorted. “My two favourite ladies are going to gang up on me,” he announced, not seemingly bothered, and hugged us both.

“Yet somehow I don’t think you’re that upset,” Willow said, and he shrugged.

“Not in the slightest. I’m a glutton for beautiful women and don’t intend to share either of you!” Inglorious teased, and I thumped his stomach.

Willow’s visit had done Inglorious some good, I noted. Two wounded souls who’d reached out for comfort and friendship. Maybe they’d both heal a bit more. I could only hope so.

Inglorious

“Boss,” a voice called, and I looked up and saw Gravey heading towards me.

It was the day after Willow had arrived, and I’d had a second date with Nanci last night.

Happily, I was still in the afterglow. However, my cock failed to behave.

Every time I thought about Nanci, the fuckin’ thing twitched. I’d had a boner half the morning.

“What’s wrong?” I demanded seeing Gravey’s expression.

“You need to come.”

“Dude, talk to me,” I said, guessing this was urgent. Gravey wouldn’t be here otherwise.

“You gotta see this.”

“Where?”

“The graveyard,” Gravey replied, and I heard the distress in his voice.

With a sharp nod, I followed Gravey as he spun on his heel and marched away.

Nanci’s worried gaze caught me as I strode behind him, and I shook my head.

For Gravey to enter town, it was fuckin’ serious.

I didn’t need him to lose the plot because strangers were crowding him.

Nanci nodded, and I smiled slightly and chased after the rapidly disappearing man.

That meant a lot that Nanci was going to trust me to handle this.

Gravey was walking at a fast, clipped pace.

It was obvious he didn’t want to interact with the people milling about.

He kept his head down and refused to make eye contact with anyone.

Gravey reached the edge of town and headed to the distant church and cemetery.

I caught up, but Gravey wasn’t in a talkative mood.

As we neared, I spotted what had upset him so much and exhaled a sharp hiss.

Red, green and blue paint had been smeared over the iron fence and thrown on the ground.

Even worse, the church had also been defiled too, and there were words I couldn’t quite make out at this distance.

My gaze flew to the memorial for our fallen brothers and the gravestones.

Agonised, I stopped and bent over as pain hit me, taking my breath away.

There was paint all over the black glossy stones.

I glanced back up, and the image hadn’t changed, and I broke into a run as grief struck me. Why would anyone desecrate this?

The level of destruction became clearer as I rushed through the iron gate, which had been broken off a hinge and was barely hanging on.

Everywhere I looked was ruined. Painted on the walls of the church were words like ‘murderers, rot in hell, liars, killers, death to you all, the devil is coming for you.’

My horror grew as my gaze found a new level of destruction. What the fuck had happened here?