Dishonor the hallowed cr.., p.23
Dishonor: The Hallowed Crows MC Book 2, page 23
Ezra shakes his head at her, with his usual care free smirk lining his mouth, like nothing has ever happened. “You’re on, King, I bet I could still lighten that heavy wallet of yours.” She barks a laugh, eyeing him with wicked intrigue as she nods, “I’ll take that bet, Bishop, game on!”
We all head over to the shooting range together, I drive the car that Ezra came over in, with him in the passenger seat, and Elle goes with Zack and Marcus as originally planned. The drive is silent, there isn’t really anything I can say to Ezra. I can’t apologize again to him for what happened, for the lies I showed him, and he can’t apologize for not protecting me, for leaving me before I left him. So we both just sit in silence and pretend everything is okay.
By the time we get there I am grateful to be getting out of the car. A nervous energy buzzing beneath my skin from the car ride, and I can’t help but look around as if Carter is just going to pop out and catch me out again. Elle must sense my fear because she moves over to me and leads me inside with a firm arm around my back, leaving Ezra to Marcus and Zack, and I can’t help but feel grateful to her. She leads us straight to the main reception, and I note no one else is around, as if the place is closed, but the guy behind the desk greets her by name as he instructs us to follow him.
Turns out they called and rented the place out on the ride over so we have the place to ourselves. The guy takes us through the safety motions and all the guns, mainly for my benefit, before he nods at us and leaves us to it. At first I stand back and watch as Elle and Zack go head to head, and I can tell this is something they must do together a lot, their sibling rivalry almost comical to see. After a while I see Zack getting a little tense and gritting his teeth and Marcus explains how he was shot a few months ago and is still recovering.
Zack excuses himself not long after, and Marcus steps up and takes his place, offering Elle a flirty smile as they go into a battle of their own. I watch the easy flow between them and turn to find Ezra staring at them too with a longing in his eyes. When he catches me staring he smiles sadly, as if knowing he will never get it, not with me anyway. I can’t look at him any longer, so I move swiftly to an open booth at the end, away from Elle and her ridiculous talent with a gun, and select my own weapon.
I pick something similar to the Glock that Elle has already gifted me, and test the weight of it in my hand to ensure they match, before I plant my feet in a steady position and raise my arm towards the target. I can hear my heart beating inside my ears as my fingers squeeze the trigger tightly and I shoot, recoiling from the unexpected power of such a tiny weapon. I miss the actual target print, but still manage to clip the edge, and a feeling of euphoria washes over me as I realize that I did it. I took the shot.
My hand is steadier this time as I pull my finger back quicker and fire off another shot. The sound of it is deafening, but there is a reason I haven’t put on the protective earphones, I want to hear the shots, want to feel them, the same way I did that night. I shoot another, this one for Angel, for protecting me as his last action. Another for Ezra who I can feel staring at me as I fight to take back my power. I take shot after shot, loading and reloading the gun, until the target is nothing but shredded paper before me. I pull another from the stack and load it into the grip before prepping myself again as the desire for the target to actually be Carter takes over me.
I tear into the new target and by the time Ezra comes up behind me, my body is slick with sweat, and I am panting hard as I take aim once more. He brushes away the hair sticking to the back of my neck, leaning in to drop a soft kiss there which makes me break out in goosebumps, but I don’t stop, I can’t. I need this.
His broad frame covers my entire back as I fire off another shot and recoil into his body, feeling the hard line of his cock pressing into my ass. I shift slightly, not sure if it’s really that, but he presses it into me harder and leans in to whisper in my ear. “You have no idea how fucking stunning you look right now, Bex, so fucking powerful.”
His words roll over my body, coating me in a new kind of desire as I reload for another round of shots. When I take aim and fire this time, his hands grip my hips tightly, pulling me in even closer as he groans into my ear. “The things I wish I could do to you right now, Love.” My breath quickens as his hands on me while holding the gun, seemingly gives me even more power. I arch my back, pushing my ass against him as I take my next shot and he practically growls. “Carry on, and I will bend you over this table and fuck you in front of your new friends, until your screams are the only sounds we can all hear.”
My panties are officially soaked as I feel his words penetrate my skin. When he notices my reaction I feel his smile against the side of my throat. “I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you, my little watcher?” His hands move from my hips round to my stomach as he lets his fingers start to trail along the waistband of my jeans. I shoot again and smile at not only the feeling of strength it ignites within me, but at the feel of E’s hands as they undo the button on my jeans and slide the zip down.
We shouldn’t be doing this, I shouldn’t be letting him do this, especially when we can both still hear Elle and Marcus shooting just a few booths away. They are laughing and joking with one another over where their bullets land, and by the sound of things Elle is handing him his ass, but it only increases my forbidden need for Ezra at this moment. I can’t explain it, I just know I am sick of feeling helpless and being told what to do, and right now, with a gun in my hand, and Ezra at my back, I feel on top of the world.
I gasp as I squeeze the trigger, Ezra pressing into me as he lets one of his hands slide down into my panties and discovers how ready I am for him. He curses into my neck, dropping his forehead to my shoulder as he swirls his fingers around my wetness. “Bex, you are killing me.” My shot misses completely as he presses down hard on my clit and a moan slips past my lips. “I can still taste you on my tongue from the other night, now I’m fucking starving for you.” His fingers move faster and faster and I have to let my free hand grip the table to keep me upright as he assaults me.
“Ezra,” I pant, not sure what I am asking for, but needing more, disregarding our company that’s barely twenty-feet away from us.
“I love it when you say my name like that, it makes me feel like you’re mine.” His tongue trails along my shoulder and up to my neck as he sucks and bites along my skin before pulling the lobe of my ear between his teeth. “Right now I’m thinking about fucking you, just you and me, not sharing you with anyone, just pounding into this sweet cunt until my name is all you can say.” Each word is delivered with a flick of his finger against my clit as my body reacts to him, pulsing with the need to come.
His words are like gasoline to the fire building inside of me as I remember what it was like to fuck Killian, just the two of us. Would it be the same with Ezra? Would he mark me and claim me like his lover did? It was wrong with Killian, I took from him without care or love as I forced the trauma from my body to his. Now here I am doing the same with Ezra, taking from him to make myself feel better, but with his hand on my pussy, I can’t find the words to tell him to stop.
Instead my body takes over, ignoring my mind completely as I submit to him, reveling in the disobedience of what we are doing as I ride his fingers closer to the edge. He pushes down further until he can slide one of his slick fingers inside and we both groan at his intrusion as I clench around him, dropping the gun to the table in front of me. He has my full attention now as I push and rotate my hips around his hand. He trails kisses along my jaw and down onto my throat and my head falls back to give him better access, as he sinks his teeth into my skin.
He molds his hand to my breast and squeezes hard, pulling at my nipple through my bra as he grunts, “You’re gonna come for me, Bex, right here in front of them.” His fingers thrust and twirl at a maddening rate until I am wound so tight I feel like I might explode. I ride his hand without shame chasing the pleasure only he can give me right now, not caring if Elle and Marcus come and look in our booth and see what we are doing. “That’s it, Love, give it to me, I know you want to.”
My entire body shakes against his as my orgasm takes over, I can’t stop it, nothing can, and when Ezra feels me coming on his hand he uses his free hand to grip my chin towards him, in the same spot Carter would always grab, and plunges his tongue into my mouth, capturing my moans. I tremble against him as pleasure shoots through my body and I ride the wave that is Ezra Bishop until I am spent and breathless.
When he pulls back, his smile is the happiest I’ve ever seen as he drops one more kiss to my lips and whispers against my mouth. “I missed you so much, Bex.”
Before I can respond, Elle calls my name, “Rebecca, we are ready to head out, are you done?” Ezra rips his hand from my jeans with a sly smile, as he plunges his wet fingers into his mouth and licks off my come.
He tosses me a wink as he moves to stumble away, but I stop him with a firm grip on his arm as I call out to her, “Give us five minutes?” I half ask, half tell her, and Ezra’s eyes darken as I stare up at him.
“No worries, bring your weapon to the front when you’re done,” she calls back, and I hear hers and Marcus’ retreating footsteps and the tell-tale sign of the door opening and shutting before Ezra and I are left completely alone.
I’m on him in an instant, the power of the shooting and orgasm pulsing beneath my skin as I drop to my knees and claw at his zipper until I can free his long, hard length. Pre-cum already leaks from the tip and I lick my lips in anticipation of tasting him. The amount of time Carter forced me to my knees and I went without hesitation, it made me feel weak, to be on the floor at his feet begging for his approval. Now as I stare up into Ezra’s eyes and see nothing but lust and love, I feel unstoppable.
I can see the moment he is going to try and stop it, to try and get us to communicate with our words instead of our bodies, even after he just made me come for him. So I put a stop to it before he can even try. “He made me call him sir,” I admit out loud, and Ezra freezes, his mouth open slightly with the words caught in his throat at my admission. “So I need your cock deep down my throat to wipe away every time I submitted to him, can you do that, E? Can you fuck his name from my lips?”
Ezra fists the base of his cock as anger clashes with his lust. “Open your mouth, Rebecca,” he demands, and my training has my jaw dropping and my tongue dipping out, ready to take his cock like a good girl, desperate for the taste of insubordination.
He doesn’t keep me waiting, in fact he is rough as he shoves his cock past my lips, filling my mouth with every inch of him until he is pushing down my throat wiping away every word of docility. And I take it, I swallow him down and almost weep at his moans of pleasure when he hits the back of my throat and pulls back, only to have him slam back in and do it again and again. The weight of his shaft as it drags along my tongue imprints into my memory, erasing the time Carter split my lip for answering him back.
Ezra slides his fist into my hair and I lean my head into the pain, because unlike with Carter, I feel safe and wanted in his hold. He forces my head back and forth along him, and our eyes fix tightly on one another. “Fuck, Rebecca, do you see what you do to me? Do you see how good you suck my cock, how easily I fall apart for you?" He shudders in my mouth as his other hand comes up and strokes my cheeks, thumbing away an escaped tear before sucking it into his mouth.
Saliva drips from my lips as I swirl my tongue around his crown, sucking it roughly into my mouth before pulling back again and flicking my tongue across his slit. I think about the first time I kissed him, about how I thought about how his lips tasted for days, even when I knew I shouldn’t have. How he avoided me for weeks after, because he knew we had crossed a line, but didn't hesitate when I turned eighteen and offered myself to all of them. Those thoughts have me sucking him harder, trying to make him feel good, to remind him of what could have been, and he knows it, leaning forward to the table to gain some leverage as he forces my head back.
He is spread over me now, legs parted as I sit between his thighs with his cock filling up my mouth, with me at his complete mercy. “Is this what you wanted, Love? You want me to give you back what he took from you?” I am nodding before he has even finished, not caring that I haven’t told him what happened during my time with Carter, he knows enough, has seen enough. So when he starts fucking my throat with vigorous snaps of his hips, I do nothing but open my mouth wide and take it. “That’s it, Bex, so fucking good for me, you look so fucking perfect with my cock between your pretty lips.”
Sweat lines his forehead as he uses what I am sure is his last bit of strength to fuck my throat raw, and I take all of him with tears in my eyes and spit on my chin. When I force my throat to close around his tip, it pushes him over the edge. He comes loudly, with hot squirts of come jetting down my throat as his thrusts begin to slow, but I keep sucking, drawing every last bit of pleasure from him, before he comes to a stop and falls from my mouth with a wet pop.
Come spills onto my chin and before my tongue can reach out to lick it up, Ezra drops to his knees and kisses me, sharing his own release between our tongues without pause. His hands palm my cheeks as he deepens the kiss until we have both run out of air and have to pull back.
“Rebecca, I’m not letting you go this time, I don’t give a fuck what you say, I don’t give fuck about what is happening between you and my brothers, and I certainly don’t give a fuck about the Mayor of Black Hallows. You are mine, do you understand?” Tears gather in my eyes as his words penetrate my stone dead heart. Words that I spent almost two years wishing I would hear as I withered away in my dark hole of depravity, and when I don’t respond he pushes on. “I love you, Rebecca, and I will fucking die before I let anything happen to you again, you’re mine and if I have to protect you with my life, I will.”
He loves me. His declaration is like another shield to my armor as I digest his words, but when I open my mouth to respond, we are interrupted.
“Sorry to break up the party,” Elle pokes her head around the door and I turn to find her cringing a little with a smile, telling me she knows exactly what we were doing in here. “But I just got an update from one of Max’s guys, I had him go over to Carter’s house and check it out to make sure it’s all clear. I thought if you are up for it we could go over there together and see if we can find any clue to where he might be hiding out.”
Her update ruins the moment I was having with Ezra as fear starts to choke me up once more, but then Ezra struggles to his feet, biting through his obvious pain before offering me his hand to help me stand. That show of support is all I need. I can do this, I have to do this, and I won’t be doing it alone. I have Ezra with me and I know Elle will also have my back, but then my subconscious whispers two more names into my mind, and I know that this can only be truly taken care of if we are all together.
“Yeah I can do that, but I need to make a call first.” Elle nods with a knowing look and Ezra squeezes my fingers as I reach into my pocket and pull out my phone to dial. I guess today is a day for more than one revelation, and we are letting them deep dive into my trauma and hoping that they can survive it the same way I did.
My tools are laid out in front of me as I go through the motions of checking, cleaning, and if need be, sharpening every one of them. I have knives, guns, pliers, scissors, and even a hammer, the only one that is missing is the knife Rebecca took from me, my favorite one, but I don’t particularly feel like being stabbed again, so I guess it’s hers now. I am sitting in the bar in the main room of the clubhouse, pretending that I am not wondering where the fuck Ezra has slipped off to. Things are different between us since he came home, and especially since the other night when we shared Rebecca. He seems determined to make this thing between us work, but he is yet to mention the fact he dropped the L word to us both. I know he loves her, he always has, and I guess I know he loves me too, but how do we take that and not ruin it more than we already have?
Deep down I know where he is, I know he has gone to see her, and the kind of jealousy I had become accustomed to in terms of Ezra and Rebecca has now turned into something else. Now I’m not jealous that he is with her, or about whatever they are doing, I’m jealous that I’m not there with them. Two years apart from her, and three years in secret with him, has done nothing but increase my need for them both, yet still we remain in limbo. That’s why I’m sitting here, hoarding over my weapons in an attempt to distract myself from his whereabouts by doing something that always calms me.
Razor and Irish are checking over their own guns, while Butler does a stock take on the bar and notes down any stuff we are running low on. Not that we need to, we aren’t exactly celebrating and throwing any parties at the minute. All of us are on edge, we have been since Connor was killed, but coming home the other night and seeing all of those photographs has left us feeling bitter. Not only did we let that piece of shit take one of our own from us, we let him make us believe that it was her choice. Anger pools in the pit of my stomach every time I think about it, and as I polish each of my weapons, I fantasize about how I would use each of them on Carter Fitzgerald.
I’ve sent a few of my other brothers out to try and gather some intel on where the Mayor might be hiding, seeing if we can come up with any idea on where to find him. Hustler offered to reach out to a few of our contacts, so I am waiting to see if he can come up with anything that might help. In the meantime I just have to wait and pretend I am not worrying about everything falling apart.
Just as I have that thought, the main source of my worry storms through the clubhouse. Aiden stalks towards me and I ready myself for whatever battle we are about to have today. “Where is Ezra?”
It’s the first time he has bothered to actually ask about him in days, and I know he is only asking now because he knows he isn’t here. I keep my tone firm as I say, “He slipped away a few hours ago, taking a car from the garage. I'm not sure where, but I am guessing he went over to the North Side to see Rebecca.”
