Mixed with Trouble: A CASH BAR NOVEL

by Faiman, Hayley

  “Mitchell,” I breathe.

  He hums. “Fuckin’ shit, I’m gonna really like the way you say it. Now, climb up here and let me taste you, Lea.”

  Inhaling a shaky breath, I do as he asks, because I’ve been thinking about any part of him against any part of me my entire teenage and adult life. Spreading my legs, I straddle his face, but I don’t sink down.

  Tilting my head, my eyes now adjusted to the dark, I look down at his face. His hands wrap around the sides of my thighs and slowly drag up until he’s gripping my hips.

  His fingers are so rough, so deliciously rough that I can’t help but imagine just how good they’re going to feel against my clit.

  “Get this sweet pussy down here, Tiny. I want to taste all of you,” he growls as he pulls me down against his face.

  Baby’s tongue flattens and I feel it slide through my center to my clit, then circle me there. My eyes roll and my head falls back.

  On the second swipe of his tongue, my hips begin to rock against his face and the scruff against the top of his lip.

  One of his hands slowly dances up my side until I feel his fingers curl around my breast. He pinches my nipple before he roughly tugs and I can’t stop my pussy from flooding with wetness at the bite of pain.

  “Mitchell,” I moan as I rock against him.

  I can feel my belly tightening, I know that I’m on the edge, I’m so close to tipping over. Involuntarily, my hips begin to move faster. My body trembles and shakes a bit as I climb higher and higher. Baby wraps his fingers around my hips, tugging me from his mouth and I let out a cry as he does.

  “No,” I whimper.

  He chuckles, the bastard, tossing me on my back before he fills me with his cock. I yelp, surprised by the size of him. It burns, he stretches me so fucking wide that I think he’s going to tear me.

  “What the fuck?” I breathe.

  His head tips down, his eyes dancing and his teeth on full display. “How do you think I got the road name Baby?” he asks, his face lowering and his lips brushing mine.

  “I thought it was because you had a baby face,” I exhale as he begins to pull out of me, leaving just the tip of his cock inside before he surges deep.

  I let out a groan, my eyes rolling in the back of my head. His mouth is just next to my hear, his tongue tasting the spot just behind before he whispers. “It’s because my cock is like a baby’s arm holding a fucking apple, Tiny.”

  “Shit,” I sigh as he pulls out, then slides back deep inside of me again, stretching me all over again. “You’re going to split me in two,” I announce, loving every damn second of the pain he delivers.

  He chuckles, his teeth nipping my earlobe. “You love it, now open up wide for me and let me make you come.”

  I force my legs to relax and fall open, then he does exactly as he’s promised and when I come, it’s with a burst of light flashing before my eyes. It’s the biggest orgasm I’ve ever had and I decide that I’m now ruined for any other man on the planet.

  CHAPTER NINE

  BABY

  I don’t sleep. Running my fingers down the soft skin of her back, I smirk to myself. She’s softer than I’d imagined. I knew she would be, but I didn’t know just how soft she would feel, how sweet she would be.

  Snake and Skinner are going to have my head for this, but I’m not sure that I give much of a fuck about that. Especially not when I close my eyes and I see nothing but the way her face looked as I slid deep inside of her.

  She shifts against me, her hand sliding up my chest and her fingers curling around the side of my neck. I hold my breath, wondering how in the fuck she could be awake. I wore the absolute shit out of her a few hours ago.

  “Why are you awake?” she asks, her voice rough and husky with sleep.

  My fingers dance down to her ass and I squeeze her flesh. “We need to leave soon, got a stop to make before I get you home.”

  She hums, lifting her head to touch her lips to my chest. Her tongue tastes my skin and hard as I try, I’m not unaffected. A small shiver rolls through my body and I can feel Lea’s smile against my skin.

  Lea takes that as a sign for more, climbing over my hips and straddling me. Wrapping my hands around her hips, I look up at her pretty face. She’s still sleepy, looking younger than she is, but still downright breathtaking.

  “Tell me this is real,” she whispers.

  I want to tell her everything, tell her the truth about what waits for me back in Regina. I want to tell her about Chardonnay, but I don’t know what the truth is with her anymore. Shifting my hold, I slide one of my hands up her side, until I wrap it around the front of her throat, the other I move to her pussy.

  “Does it feel real, Tiny?” I ask as my fingers begin to play with her clit.

  Lea’s eyes roll in the back of her head, her lips part and I watch as she sighs, her hips moving to the rhythm of my fingers. My gaze roams over her body, my teeth sink into my bottom lip at the sight of her tight nipples.

  I want all of her, every single piece and I don’t want to share her, not with a single fucking soul. If I could lock her up, chain her up, I fucking would. Shifting my hand from her neck, I cup her cheek, my thumb running along her bruise. Yeah, if only I could keep her away from the world, always keep her safe.

  “Mitchell,” she whimpers, opening her eyes to look down at me as her hips buck above me.

  “Take me inside of you,” I rasp.

  She lifts up on her knees, and I remove my hand from between her legs only to align my cock with her wet center. It’s my turn for my eyes to roll in the back of my head.

  Forcing my eyes open, I watch as she slowly sinks down on my cock, taking all of me inside of her with a hiss.

  “It hurt?” I ask.

  She nods, her lips twitching in a smile as she leans over slightly. Lea places one palm on the center of my chest, the other she lifts to curl around the headboard of the bed behind me.

  “But I like it, Mitchell,” she breathes as she lifts and then sinks back down.

  She fucks me, slow, easy and thoroughly. My hand slips between us, my fingers finding that sweet little clit that I know is aching for my touch. Pinching it, I grin as a moan escapes her lips. Her hips jerk as I begin to apply pressure to her clit, each stroke I add a little more.

  My girl likes it rough, she likes the pain and I couldn’t be fucking happier. She was made just for me.

  Letting my hand fall from her face, I reach behind her and grab ahold of her ass, spreading her wide as she continues to rise and fall on my dick, grinding down against my hand with each shift of her hips.

  “Yes,” she groans.

  Her eyes stay focused on mine and mine on hers. It’s intense, every single thing about the moment feels like so much more than anything else I have ever felt in my entire goddamn life. My balls pull up, my back tingles and I grind my teeth as I climb closer toward my release.

  “You gonna come, or just ride me until I die?” I ask, my fingers working her clit hard and fast.

  Her thighs shake against me, her eyes still on mine, her mouth twitching into a small smile from my words. “Might ride you until you die, Mitch. This cock feels amazing,” she purrs.

  Fuck.

  Hearing her say the word cock is one thing, hearing her say my cock feels amazing, that’s something completely different.

  “You want to be fucked, Tiny?” I ask, arching a brow, sweat beading on my forehead as I try to hold back my load. She isn’t making a second of this easy on me and I’m glad for it.

  Every lay I’ve had has been too goddamn simple, too easy, too expecting. Lea is none of those things and I’m fucking glad for it. Fisting the back of her hair in my hand, I tug her head back before I shift us so that she’s lying on the bed and I’m on my knees above her.

  “Mitchell,” she breathes, her eyes wide and glittering with expected delight.

  “You want to be fucked hard, don’t you, Lea?” I ask.

  Rearing back, I slam inside of her
tight heat as she lets out a long moan.

  “Yes,” she sighs.

  “You want to be fucked like a whore, don’t you? No fucks given, hard and fast until that little cunt squeezes the life out of me,” I growl.

  Her eyes widen from my words, her lips parting slightly as she lets out a panting breath. “Yes,” she sighs. “Fuck me, Mitch. Fuck me like you mean it, use me,” she begs.

  Lowering my head, I brush my lips across hers, keeping my mouth on hers for a moment. “Fuck, but you’re mine, Lea. Never letting you go,” I warn.

  Without another word, I fuck her. I pound into her tight body with more force than I ever should. She cries out, screams and moans.

  To the outside world, it probably sounds like I’m hurting her. But judging by the glitter in her gaze, the way her eyes are alight with delight and the smile on her lips, I know otherwise.

  My dirty girl likes it rough, she wants to be bruised, abused, hurt and I’m just the man to give her what she craves, every dirty fucking thing she needs.

  I know she’s close, her body locks up tight and then she lets out a silent scream, her breath hitching with the force of her orgasm. That cunt I crave, squeezes me so tight that it almost hurts.

  Only then do I let myself go, three thrusts later, I’m coming deep inside of her, filling her with my release, marking her from the inside out as mine. Fucking shit. I’m not letting her go, not even if she fights me. I’m keeping her, all of her, just for myself.

  LEA

  Baby’s weight is heavy against me as he nuzzles my neck, his lips and tongue tasting my skin. Closing my eyes, I sigh as I lift my legs a little higher and cross my ankles against his lower back. I hear him grunt as he presses his palms against my head and pushes up.

  Tightening my thighs, I hold him close against me. I watch as his head tips down and those blue eyes of his hit mine. My entire stomach swoops at the sight.

  “We got shit to do this morning, babe. Then we got to get you home,” he murmurs.

  I bite the corner of my lip as I continue to watch him for a moment. “What happens when we get back to the clubhouse?” I ask.

  He tilts his head to the side, his eyes roaming over my face. “Doesn’t matter what happens. We’re together, you’re mine. That’s all you need to be concerned about.”

  “Mitchell,” I say, my tone more of a warning rather than anything else.

  Without responding to me, he disengages from my body, pushing back and forcing my legs to release their hold of him. He doesn’t look back at me as he makes his way to the bathroom and all that I can do is watch his perfect ass with each step he takes until the door is closed behind him.

  Once we’re both cleaned up and dressed, him in a clean shirt and his same jeans, me in my same clothes from yesterday, we leave the shitty motel. I expect to stop at the diner for food, but once we’re on the bike, we roar out of the small isolated town.

  Hours tick by as we ride. I take in the trees and nature that surround us, enjoying the wind on my face. I’m free. At least, I’m free of Carter.

  I try not to think about the fact that Carter is dead, that Baby killed him without a word. Maybe I should be scared of him or traumatized by the fact that he shot him in cold blood. I’m not. I’ve seen plenty of shit in my life and Carter’s isn’t the first dead body I’ve witnessed.

  Carter was a dick, he wasn’t going to stop, and in just a few days he showed me enough of his true colors that I believe he deserved to be put through a lot more pain than just a simple shot to the chest.

  I’m not paying any attention to our surroundings when Baby pulls the bike off of the road and slowly guides her into a dirt parking lot.

  He cuts the engine and I blink, my eyes peering around him to see exactly what kind of building he’s stopped in front of. When I see the name of the business that is in front of us, I gasp audibly.

  Baby disengages from his bike, taking a step back and holding out his hand for me, palm up. Biting the corner of my lip, my eyes flick from the shop’s front to him, then back again a few times before I finally slip my hand in his and slide from the bike.

  He tugs me against him. Lifting my hands, I place them on his chest as I tip my head back to look up into his gorgeous face, a face I’ve been dreaming about for six years. A face that is looking down at me like I’m the only woman on the planet.

  This moment, right here, in front of this shop it’s more than I ever dreamed possible. In my wildest dreams, never did I think that he would take me to do what I think he’s about to do. Gulping, I try not to get too excited, not until I know what exactly is happening.

  “What does this mean?” I ask.

  “Means you’re about to get marked with my name, babe,” he smirks. “You’re about to become my Old Lady.”

  “How? Why?”

  He shakes his head, one of his hands sliding around the back of my neck, his fingers gripping me tightly as his eyes search my own.

  “You’re mine, Tiny. You’ve always been mine in one way or another. Means somethin’ different than it did before you left, but you’re mine all the same. Not walking you in there to pretend last night and this morning never happened. Walkin’ you in there as my woman so there’s no goddamn mistaking just who you belong to.”

  “Won’t you get in trouble?” I ask.

  I know damn well that Baby has to have Skinner’s permission to date me. In the club’s eyes, Skinner is my dad, I belong to him. Baby could get into some serious trouble doing this without Skinner’s okay.

  “Let me worry about that shit.” He grins.

  What he wants, it’s permanent. It’s also my fantasy come true. If I thought just being on the back of his bike and in his bed was a dream come true, this is beyond any wild fantasy that I could ever dream of. In fact, I never, even as a teenager imagined that this could be a possibility.

  Baby’s fingers that aren’t wrapped around the back of my neck dance against the exposed skin of my stomach before they dip beneath the waist of my jeans. I whimper as his fingers slide through my tender center.

  “Gonna mark you every fuckin’ way possible, Lea. That way there’s no doubt in anyone’s fuckin’ mind who you belong to. This body is mine now,” he growls.

  Leaning forward, his mouth touches mine, then his teeth nip my bottom lip. I should be terrified. I’ve just left one man’s suffocating clutches for another. Except this man’s, Baby, this is where I’ve always wanted to be. I want him to suffocate me.

  This could be the biggest mistake of my life or it could be the best decision I’ve ever made. Shifting my hips, I lift up and let my tongue slide through the seam of his lips.

  “Mark me,” I whisper.

  CHAPTER TEN

  BABY

  This shop isn’t our regular one, but I know the guy from before I was a member of the Notorious Devils. Not many people know, but I was raised out here in the wild, in the wilderness where there are more animals than people.

  Opening the shop’s door, I’m reminded of home, of the place where I come from. The scent of pine surrounds me. My fingers are laced with Lea’s as I tug her behind me.

  “Josiah,” I call out.

  “Lock the door behind you,” he instructs.

  I do as he asks, almost having forgotten about his paranoia, something that he inherited from his father. How he runs a tattoo parlor, I have no fucking clue.

  Josiah appears a moment later as soon as the lock is in place. He’s shorter than me, around Lea’s height and his frame just as slight, except where her skin is smooth and clean of marks, his is covered in ink, not a bare spot anywhere to be seen.

  “Blank canvas?” he asks with a blink.

  I chuckle. “Yeah,” I agree.

  Seen her naked, all of her, I know that my wild girl doesn’t have a spot of ink anywhere on her perfect body.

  “I’ve always wanted something, just never could figure it out,” she says with a shrug of her shoulder.

  “You still insistent on what y
ou texted me?” Josiah asks, turning to me.

  With a chuckle, I lift my chin. “Means somethin’, brother,” I explain.

  Josiah lifts his hand in the air and waves it around, obviously understanding but not agreeing with the way that the Notorious Devils mark their women.

  “Come sit down. Where do you want it?” he asks, his eyes flicking from Lea to me.

  I watch as she sits down slowly in the chair, her eyes lifting to mine, expectantly. Scanning her body, I know that I want it visible to the public, but honest to fuck I don’t know where. Lea smiles, her eyes wide and waiting, she looks almost high with anticipation.

  “Front of her shoulder,” I announce.

  “Shirt out of the arm, you don’t have to pull it all the way down, but I need space to work,” Josiah instructs, completely down to business, no fucking around. I forgot just how focused and no-nonsense the man could be.

  “What is it going to look like?” she asks me after he places the transfer where I’ve told him.

  The blue outline makes my heart squeeze. My name is there, interweaved into a rose. Josiah knows to make it all shaded grays and black. It’s feminine, just like her, yet hidden in the thorns is my name.

  Just seeing my name on her body, it does something to me, something that I never expected. It fills me with pride. I’m proud to call this girl, mine. Fuck. Skinner and Snake are both going to want to kill me for this.

  “It’s going to be almost as beautiful as you are, Lea,” I admit, my voice low and husky.

  Her lips turn up into a bright smile and her eyes sparkle from my words. She lays back, closing her eyes and Josiah gets started.

  I watch, expecting her to flinch from the touch of the needle, but she doesn’t. Her eyes stay focused on mine. Her lips tip into a small smile as the minutes tick by. My eyes travel down the rest of her body, pausing on her hardened nipples beneath her tank top.