Page 31 of The Deal

Ash shook his head, his eyes on Lyle. “No, night terrors are best to leave them asleep,” Ash said. He licked his lips. “Lyle, brother, you’re safe,” Ash said in a soft, quiet voice.

Lyle stayed still, he batted a hand in front of his face like he was trying to wipe a cobweb away.

Penny took a breath in, gathering her courage. “Lyle, it’s okay, you aren’t alone,” she said, replicating Ash’s gentle tone. “What happened to him?” she directed at Ash.

Ash nodded at Penny approvingly, and muttered out of the corner of his mouth to her. “Dunno. He never talks about it. He was in the military, something went down, I think he had to hurt people… no idea, he drinks to forget. But I don’t think he ever really does. Tomorrow, we’ll make his room safer, you did the right thing, just leaving and getting yourself somewhere safe.”

“I felt like I was abandoning him… I didn’t like it,” Penny admitted quietly.

Ash sighed. “No, I can see why… I don’t like it, either. I had no idea he was… suffering like this…” He looked straight to Penny. “We won’t abandon him, okay, we stick together on this, deal?”

Penny nodded and spoke. “Deal.”

He addressed Lyle now. “Hey, Lyle, you’re okay now, huh?”

Lyle let out a pitiful whine. Penny’s heart gripped.

“Come on buddy, let’s get you lying down again.” Ash approached Lyle slowly, and reached out a hand tentatively to Lyle’s shoulder.

Penny looked on in the gloom of the bedroom. Ash had his hand on Lyle’s back now, Lyle was sniffling like an injured dog.

“Good, well done Big Papa,” Ash soothed. He reached out his other hand, reaching for Penny. And she took it. The three of them slowly shuffled back over to the bed.

Ash helped Lyle back into the bed, curled up beside him, big-spoon style and positioned Lyle like the little spoon in front of him. Ash’s arms, paler, leaner than Lyle’s, came around and held him. Ash stroked Lyle’s back, his face close to Lyle’s ear, whispering and shushing, like a baby.

Lyle calmed.

Penny laid down on her side, facing them both. Lyle was now lying quietly, breathing heavily. She looked at Ash, who looked back at her for the longest time. He winked at her.

She breathed in deeply, and let it out shakily. “Thank you,” she whispered.

He woke up feeling a warm, round ass skim his cock. A warm, round ass that immediately got him hard. A warm, round ass of a woman he knew the name of, remembered kissing and had brought her to orgasm last night. Hell yes. It was not often that Lyle felt proud of himself. But he did at that moment.

He opened his eyes, blinking at the sight that greeted him. Penny’s naked body, on her side, facing away from him, little spoon position. Warm blonde hair cascading all around. He felt the warmth of her presence. He felt good in a way he hadn’t felt for a long time. Maybe, just maybe…

But that feeling was short-lived. There was someone else in the bed. A momentary flare of panic turned to self loathing in his stomach. Beyond her, Ash, sprawled out on his back, one arm flung over his head, the duvet covering half of his chest.

Lyle took a breath in. What the fuck? Why was Ash in his bed? What had happened last night? He felt the usual bile, sour taste at the back of his throat. He felt his head, heavy on the pillow. Fuck, he’d drunk. But then how could he remember?

He sighed and began his usual mental routine of attempting to piece together his fragmented memories from the night before. He’d given up on doing this a while ago. He didn’t bother to try to remember. Who had he pissed off? What had he said? Who had he fucked? It no longer mattered, but this morning, it did. He wanted to remember. He wanted to know. He wanted to care. He was bothered that he couldn’t remember why the hell Ash would be in his bed.

He remembered seeing Penny at the bar. Feeling all sorts of fucking emotions as she ignored him and chatted with the girls. Wanting. Mainly, that’s what he remembered feeling. And then Penny got up to leave… that had pissed him off. He’d had to assert himself a bit, again, something he hadn’t cared to do for a while. He had to communicate how much he wanted her. And then taking her.

Oh yeah, his cock jumped remembering that. He hadn’t been hard in the morning for a while. He’d forgotten how good it was waking up as hard as a fucking iron rod. Oh yeah. Fuck, he felt invincible. Until he’d seen Ash. And then he’d felt the usual demons swirling back to him. Shame, guilt, confusion, anger. Oh he was familiar with them. They were his bed partners for the last however many months and years.

Lyle was relapsing, and letting everyone down. Cut off the runs because he couldn’t be trusted. Frowned on and laughed at. He had been a member of the Black Coyotes MC when Cleaver had been President and the club had been a bunch of money-hungry hooligans. Lyle didn’t remember anything about those days except being left to drink all day and all night. Colt had kept Lyle on, when Colt had taken back the club. Lyle didn’t understand why. Colt had sent Lyle to rehab for his alcoholism. It had worked for a bit, Lyle remembered feeling a glimmer of strength and hope. Like a little sapling, trussed up to a pole for support with so much potential. But then the shit had hit the fan with the Demonios and he’d got his hands dirty again. And it all came flooding back. The sound of someone screaming. The strength to break someone’s character required him to break his own. So he did. And the need to drink had come around back into his life like a fucking boomerang.

Lyle sighed and focused again on the blonde in front of him. Penny was like a juicy ripe peach. All woman. Juicy curves, glossy hair. A different blonde to April, Colt’s wife and old lady. April’s hair was a glossy, icy blonde. But Penny’s was warmer, almost strawberry blonde. Divorced and carefree, she could have just walked out on Lyle last night. Hell, he’d already failed her once, he’d had to work for a second chance. She’d come back, for a night with Ash and Nix. She was a crafty little vixen. Lucky fuckers. But Ash and Nix had been held up, unexpectedly away. Not able to message her, tell her not to come. Lyle was already a distant memory for Penny, he had thought as he’d watched on with her laughing with the girls at the bar. But fuck that, he’d wanted another stab at it. At her. So he’d seen a chance and taken it. And she’d gone with it. Well, fucking good for her. He admired her determination. She had come here to the MC clubhouse to get laid.

Lyle decided to ignore Ash for now. Fuck Ash, Lyle was going to ignore him like he ignored all the other problems in his life, by keeping his head down and carrying on. Lyle’s cock was wide awake and wanting to play. Lying there with her back, the beautiful curve of her spine, trailing down to her butt cheeks. Hearing the snuffly sleep noises, a treat Lyle thought he’d never get to listen to.

Lyle lifted his head and threw a lazy gaze over his own body. Thick dark hair laced his chest and formed a downy trail over his stomach. Then thick, almost black pubic hair ran riot between his legs. He was heavier than Nix and Ash. A lot less pretty, a lot more grizzled. His cock was bigger and harder than it had been in a while, and Lyle was a big boy. What had she seen in him? Why had she wanted him? He had no fucking clue but here she was, laid out bare for him, and here he was, hard as a rock and wanting to enjoy his morning glory. He had no fucking clue why Ash was here but fuck that.

He ground his cock into the soft flesh of Penny’s butt. She stirred, turning her head and her shoulders around. Lyle kept her butt there though, holding her hips.

“What-” Penny began sleepily, but he shushed her quietly, nodding toward Ash. Penny peered at Ash, asleep, sprawled out like a big kid on the other side of the massive bed. Then Penny looked down, her eyes widening.

Oh yeah, she felt him now. She bit her lip, but Lyle saw her pupils getting larger. She swiped some strands of hair out of her face. “Lyle, we can’t-” she began.

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