All Chapters of Hotter Than Hell: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

"Fuck, Dagger, fuck. Slide your finger in my ass, fuck."That answers that question. I should have fucked her there last night. I push my thumb in. She groans and pants. Her tight little hole latches onto my thumb and I gently bite her clit.She screams and lets go. Her throat makes a low humming noise. I'll be sure to get her off when she gives me the next blow job. I remove my thumb, sit up, and move her down so her pussy slides over my dick. Fuck, she's tight. Her hands clench my shoulders as I lift her up and down on my cock. I'm rock hard, but I have a little more control than the last few times I've gotten off. I suck one sweet nipple into my mouth and get a small moan for the effort. I keep the pace slow and I can tell she's going to lose it again by the sounds she makes. I switch to the other nipple and give it a bit rougher treatment.She doesn't shy away from pain. She digs it as much as I enjoy giving it to her. I use every technique I have to hold back my orgasm until her p

I'm not exactly the hugging, touchy-feely type. Red gives me no choice, so I hold on. She eventually releases me and drags me inside with one arm hooked over my shoulder. She stares at me in the dim inside light. "Lordy but you're as beautiful as your mother. I've been so worried about you."The comparison makes me uncomfortable. I look around the small space. It's worse than the clubhouse. "Could we sit down and talk for a few? I need to hurry and start cooking dinner. That's why I came. I wanted to know if you and the other ladies would like to eat at the clubhouse tonight." I say all this in a nervous rush. My mother is not a subject I'm comfortable with. We move to the small table in the kitchen and sit down."You're cooking for the club?" she asks while wiping away a few tears and smearing more of her heavy makeup.I give her a sheepish smile. "I made a deal with Bear. I don't slit his throat and he doesn't behave in a disrespectful manner.""You shitten' me?" She starts laughing

Dagger's such an asshole.He ordered me to clean the main room. I'm hot and sweaty and my muscles ache from moving tables and chairs with only Rufus' help. I've been here for six days and all I do is cook, clean, and fuck. I visit Red in the morning before it's too hot in the trailer. I have no idea how they stand it. Has anyone heard of air conditioners around here? The fucking thing they call an evap cooler does a piss poor job. At night it's too damn hot for Dagger to touch me after we've fucked. I'm barely sleeping and the asshole constantly seeks me out during the night like he's afraid I won't be there. I grumble and move away from his body heat. Then each day is the same. There's no TV and whoever has the iPod took it with them because there isn't any music either. I need fucking music to clean.Poor Rufus takes the brunt of my bad mood and still manages to smile and whistle to some unknown beat in his head. I swept and mopped. The fucking guys will start spitting their chewing

Shouts of, "Sheriff's Department," come from the front and back of the building. I raise my hands when the bedroom door flies open. "Get on the floor, get on the floor. Keep your hands where we can see them."Sofia cries out as she's jerked from the bed. I should have told her to immediately follow their instructions. I try to control my anger as she cries out again when they jerk her arms behind her back and snap cuffs on her. I'm shoved to my stomach and my face is pushed to the floor. Fucking assholes."What the hell did I do, shithead?" Sofia yells."Clear, clear," can be heard coming from all the rooms. One of the deputies roughly lifts me to my feet and walks me into the front room, where another deputy pushes me so I sit down against the wall by the front door. "We have a warrant," the deputy says. He could have told me to fucking sit down and I'd have complied. They like putting on their show and shoving everyone around. I hate these motherfuckers. Controlling my anger is near

It's been three weeks since the warrant. Sofia runs hot and cold and I have no idea what the hell her problem is. She has issues that far exceed my issues and I don't know what to do.She works the club like it's her lot in life, but I can tell she doesn't enjoy cooking and cleaning so much. I told her a few days ago to ease off and she didn't speak to me for the rest of the day. She wraps anger around her like a shield.It's also hard to get any real privacy in this place because someone is always underfoot and the walls are paper thin. After dinner and while the guys are partying, I'm bringing her back to this room until we settle whatever the fuck is going on.She went all out and served lasagna with bread sticks tonight. They melt in my mouth. The guys love her for her cooking alone. She told me a few weeks ago that she worked off and on in different restaurants. She clammed up when I started prying deeper. The woman has more secrets than anyone I've ever known."Come on," I tell h