by Erin Trejo
“Damn, he is watching you like you might disappear. What did you do to him?” Shy teases.
“I let him eat me. That was all. It’s the magic of my pussy. He’s going to fall in love with me. Goddamn it, Shy. I knew this was going to happen. Now I’m going to have to break his heart,” I say grabbing the glass and tossing back my shot. Glancing down the bar at Cross, I lick my lips before sucking the little tiny bit that spilled on my finger off. Cross watches me the whole time, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows hard. I smirk. Yep, you could have had all this.
“Let’s go, Shy. I’m over this bar. Next time I pick.” climbing off the stool I head toward the door with Shy stumbling and tripping behind me. We make it outside when I see the guys from out back. My stomach trembles wondering if they saw me. My heart jumps into my throat and vomit isn’t far behind.
“Where you pretty girls off to?” One of them asks, stepping closer. I read his patch, Stone, President before letting my eyes slide up to his face. He’s hot as hell with his short hair, just long enough to run your fingers through.
“Home,” Shyla slurs as she stares into his eyes. Yeah, those are some sexy eyes.
“Why so early? Let’s party,” he says stepping into our space. He throws his arms around the both of us, pulling us in closer. My heart is slamming in my chest wondering if he knows I saw them or if he is going to kill me. Is this my end? Fuck, I never finished my bucket list! I can’t die now. What a waste of perfectly good flesh. I can hear the music from the bar blasting louder when the door opens and someone comes out but I can’t see who. Not until I hear that voice.
“What’s goin’ on out here?” Cross’s voice thunders through the still night air, seeping into my pores like a fine wine. My pussy quivers knowing what that mouth can do and wondering what the southern region is like.
“Thinkin’ about headin’ back to the clubhouse for a little party. You in?” Stone asks when Cross walks around to stand in front of us. He looks between the three of us before nodding his head.
“Yeah but that one’s mine,” he nods toward me. Stone chuckles and pulls his arm away from me, giving me a little shove toward him. I stumble and put my hands up, bracing against his hard chest when I groan.
“You’re gonna be like that bad penny, aren’t you?” he asks breaking my horny spell. What the hell?
“Don’t fall in love with me. I know you will.”
“I hardly see that happenin’. Where the hell did you come up with that? Never mind. Let’s go,” he says jerking me along with him. I want to protest but I see Shy smiling and climbing on the back of Stone’s bike, so I just go with it.
“You are bossy and I’m charismatic and sweet and so many other things, that’s why.”
“You’re annoyin’ as fuck. Like a goddamn puppy that follows you around for scraps,” he hisses.
“Are you calling me a dog?” I snap, coming to a stop. The movement jerks Cross to a stop next to me. He turns on me, his eyes coming to mine and damn do I want to climb that man like a jungle gym.
“Do what the fuck you’re told so you can live another day, yeah?” Lost in the depths of his deep dark eyes, I nod like a fool.
Chapter 4
Cross
I tug at my hair watching her as she dances and laughs, grinding against her friend and a few of the Sons. Tipping the beer to my lips, I take a long pull.
“Where the hell you pick that up at?” Stone asks, sitting down next to me.
“At the bar. Tongue fucked her in the bathroom,” I chuckle.
“Nice ass on that one. You fuckin’ it?” I know why he’s asking and I’m not letting him fuck her. I don’t need her opening that big mouth of hers by accident.
“Goddamn right I am. What the fuck you think I brought her for?” Stone laughs which catches her attention. She turns toward us, her eyes lingering on mine. I lick my lips remembering the taste of her when I licked her to happiness in that bathroom but that isn’t what’s happening here. This is me needing to get her out of here and away from the Sons before they figure shit out and kill the poor girl. Not that I typically give a shit but she was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. I wave her over, watching the fire in her eyes. She’s horny as hell, that much I can see but I don’t plan on giving her what she wants. She stands in front of me, peering down at me like she’s waiting for her next set of instructions. Fuck me. Is she a sub?
“Damn, have fun with that one, Cross. Few rooms down the hall are empty.” Stone shoves off the couch, slapping her on the ass and making her yelp before he walks away.
“Get on my lap,” I demand her. The girl moves, straddling my thighs and lowering herself in my lap. My cock loves that she follows orders, hardening beneath her. I grip her hips shoving her down so that she can feel what she’s doing to me. Her eyes widen before a smile crosses her face.
“Am I finally going to get fucked?” She asks not ashamed at all.
“Right here in front of everyone?” I ask watching her cheeks turn pink. I don’t give a shit who sees me, but I can almost guarantee that she isn’t willing. Much to my surprise, she raises her hips, slips her panties to the side and waits. When I don’t move, she huffs.
“I’m going to fuck the other guy. You’re annoying.” Her words make me laugh but my grip on her hips doesn’t ease up. I let go with one hand, unbuckle my jeans and pull my cock free.
“You gonna tell me your name?”
“Dani,” she says breathlessly as she stares at my cock. Fuck, this girl is a mess. Reaching into my pocket I pull out a condom and hold it out to her. She watches it for a long second before grabbing it, bringing it to her lips and tearing it open with her teeth. This girl is full of surprises.
“You that horny?” Before I can fuck with her any further the touch of her hand on my cock has me sucking in a breath. She quickly rolls the condom down my length stroking as she brings her hand back up. I groan, not meaning to but making her smirk.
“You’re not embarrassed?” She asks shimming her way out of her panties and tossing them to the floor. I know we have an audience, I can see the eyes on us.
“Of what? A hot chick ridin’ my cock?” Before she can give me a chance to move or become ready, she lifts up and slides down my length. I grunt and grab her hips, her skirt splayed out around her hiding anything important. We get a few whistles from a few of the guys as she rises up and drops back down. She wasn’t joking when she said that she was horny. She rides me like a fucking cowboy on a bull. I don’t stop her because let’s be honest, her pussy is tight and her body is on fire. I raise my hips helping her out a little. Her moans don’t go unnoticed as she fucks me into the couch. I’m not typically the type to let the woman take control but this one is different.
“Fuck, Dani. You’re pussy is so tight,” I hiss as she rocks on top of me. I reach for her shirt, pulling it over her head. Leaning in, I run my tongue down her neck grabbing her tit roughly in my hand. Running my thumb over her nipple, she clenches around me. Replacing my thumb with my mouth, I bite into her flesh and listen to her scream. More whistles come from behind her but I’m lost in the look of pleasure that dances across her face. She’s in fucking heaven on my cock.
“Cross, fuck me harder,” she begs. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I stand and turn, laying her on the couch under me. I thrust my hips, rolling them to let her feel what she’s about to get. With each movement, her body tightens and I almost lose control. Plunging into her, she screams my name so loud that I know I’ll catch shit from the guys later. I buck my hips, hitting her in all the right spots until I feel myself closer and closer to release. Dani reaches up, running her hands under my shirt, her nails dragging along my skin causing me to shudder as plunge deeper inside of her. Her body bounces beneath me until I see that look in her eyes. She opens her mouth just as her orgasm slams into her.
“Holy fuck! I’m gonna die!” She screams as I release inside of her. Her nails dig into my flesh but I can’t find it in me to care
at the moment. I clench my eyes shut and let my cock twitch inside of her as she milks me for whatever I have left. When I open my eyes again, she’s smiling up at me. I narrow my eyes at her but she doesn’t say a word when I feel a small hand running down the ass of my jeans. I jerk out of her quickly to find her friend with her hand in my pants and her eyes wide.
“I want to be fucked just like that,” she says looking from me to Dani and back. Stone’s laugh vibrates through the room before he grabs the girl and jerks her against him. I’m confused as hell at what’s happening right now.
“I got you, darlin’. I can fuck you better,” Stone says licking the side of her neck.
“Jesus Christ. What kinds of drinks did they have?” I ask Stone as I roll the condom off and adjust my clothes.
“I don’t know, brother but I think we should start givin’ it out more often,” he chuckles dragging the girl down the hall with him. Walking to the bathroom, I toss the condom and start washing my hands when the door opens and she walks in. She doesn’t say a word, just closes the door and drops onto the toilet.
“You just gonna piss while I’m standin’ here?” I look down at her. She just shrugs and finishes going.
“You had your dick in me. I don’t think it’s a problem to pee while you’re in here. Anyway, it’s not good to hold. It can cause an infection.”
“Are you just a book of useless information?” Her eyes shoot to mine as she wipes and stands.
“It isn’t useless. It’s true,” she says bumping me with her hip so she can wash up. I step back and watch her, wondering what the fuck goes on inside of her head. There has to be something more wrong with her, right? Dani looks up, her eyes catching mine in the mirror. She smiles softly and in that moment, I know there’s more to this girl than I originally thought. She might be annoying as hell and full of shit but there is something else in there.
Chapter 5
Dani
I groan and roll over slapping the alarm clock trying to shut it up.
“No, it can’t be time to get up,” Shyla whines from across the room. I shut the alarm off and rub at my eyes wiping away all the eye boogers from the night before as I sit up and stretch.
“What is it we’re doing today?” I ask not remembering what job today is bringing. Shyla and I are rebels. We don’t conform to society and we sure as hell don’t keep one job for very long. We need variety. Whatever, let’s face it, Shy and I get into trouble at ninety percent of our jobs and get fired. What fun is living if you have to follow directions all the time?
“I think we’re working the restaurant at the Plaza today. We have to wear black skirts and white button down shirts.” I groan as soon as I hear it. We worked the Plaza before and made really good money. I suppose I should be thankful that they are one of few places that let us come back. I suppose I should explain Shyla and I’s relationship. The first word that comes to mind is dysfunctional. We grew up as neighbors, our fathers being into the same things drew us together. Her dad liked drugs, mine did too. They did a lot of them together. Her mom was still around and when mine was killed, Shyla was there for me. I loved her for that and we’ve been together ever since. Shyla is like a sister to me and we do everything together.
“Wear your hair in that tight ass bun too or Mick will lose his shit,” I add as I climb out of bed and head toward the closet. I thank God that I took a shower last night because I am far from a morning person. I’m one of those that don’t like trying to slide into her jeans when she’s wet. It’s gross and we all know it yet no one likes to admit it. I grab mine and Shyla’s clothes, tossing hers at her before setting mine on the bed.
“Did you have fun the other night?” She asks as I change into my work attire. I tuck my white blouse into the black pencil skirt that could double as skin it’s so damn tight.
“I had a ton of fun. I think I ate too many donuts this week though. Look!” I squeal as I point down to the skirt that might as well be latex. I feel like I’m suffocating in this thing.
“You look the same to me.” She would say that. Bitch. She has to lie, she’s my best friend. Walking over to the mirror, I grab my brush and comb out my long blonde hair before pulling it up into a tight bun. God forbid one hair be out of place when we get there.
“What are we doing tonight?” I ask while looking for my shoes. When I spot them, I lean down and grab them thinking that I might just rip the ass out of this skirt if I’m not careful.
“Depends on how drunk you want to be. Tyler is having a party at one of those night clubs he’s always rambling on about. We’re invited as VIP’s of course,” she says but I know there’s more. We never have just one option.
“Or?”
“Or we head back down to Bricket’s and see what kind of hot guys this night holds. We did good last week with the biker dudes.” Internally I cringe at the thought of going back to Bricket’s after I saw that scene out of the movie Splatter. I think I’ll pass on that kind of excitement for this week.
“Tyler’s party sounds promising. Who’s going?” Shyla shoves her feet into the overly uncomfortable shoes before glancing up at me.
“All the same losers. I think Cherry the hooker will be there!” She fakes her excitement so well. I laugh before grabbing my purse and my phone, slipping the apartment key in. Heading out the door, it’s hot as hell and I really don’t want to be in this skirt.
“If we hop the twenty we can make it in time,” I tell Shy as we walk toward the bus stop. We don’t own a car and don’t really need one. Aside from the fact that we are broke as hell most days, we can’t afford that luxury. We live on the basics of what we need and it works perfectly for us. We both sit on the bench and wait for the bus when I hear the distinctive sounds of motorcycles. I don’t know whose head moves faster, hers or mine.
“Who are you looking for?” I ask in a teasing tone trying to get her to talk. Since that night at the Diablo Son’s Clubhouse Shy has been acting all weird when she hears a motorcycle coming.
“Fuck off. He was good in bed,” she huffs looking the other direction. I don’t. I keep watch! It doesn’t take long before I see the bikes come into view.
“It’s them, Shy!” Her head jerks in the same direction as mine but I don’t see Cross. I knew he wasn’t part of the Sons though. Shyla’s eyes nearly bug out of her head as she watches them ride in a perfect formation. None of them ever turn their heads to look our direction and I think Shy is fine with that considering there is drool leaking from her mouth. I can’t do anything but giggle.
“God, they look even hotter when they’re riding don’t they?” She sighs and flops back on the bench.
“Which one were you with?” I ask adjusting this stupid blouse as it clings to my sweaty boobs. Boob sweat is real today!
“The President, Stone. He was… damn I can’t even think of a word for him,” she giggles. I smile as the bus pulls up and pull some cash from my purse.
“There is definitely plenty of words for what they are. Hot. Sexy. Hard are just a few,” I tell her over my shoulder as I climb aboard this lovely public transportation and pay the driver. We find the first seats available and sit.
“So, you never told. Bathroom doggy lick dude. Was he good?” She wiggles her eyebrows causing me to smile.
“He was beyond good. He was amazing. When he took me back to the room, I thought my vagina was going to die. You saw me the next morning.” Shy laughs hysterically next to me knowing what she saw the next day.
“You were walking like you’d road a horse for a week,” she laughs harder.
“Shut up! I’ve never been pounded like that in my life!”
“God, I love you, Dani.”
“Love you too, bitch.”
Chapter 6
Cross
Scratching the back of my neck, I glare at the two men on their knees in front of me. I stuck around town keeping an ear out for anything that might be off. After I killed that little fuck for killing Nix, more information came
to light. It wasn’t what I was expecting either. I knew there were a few Nomads into some shady shit but I never would have believed that Nix was one of them. With the joint between my lips, I inhale letting the feeling of the high rush me.
“So, you’re sayin’ that the kill wasn’t just a wrong person deal?” I ask looking between the two of them. Man one looks as though he might piss himself at any second but man two? He’s the leader, I can tell. He’s poised and calm. His whole demeanor reminds me of myself. Too calm for your own good.
“No. You fucking Nomad assholes are always into something!” Man one yells getting an elbow from two. I can tell that if I’m going to get any good information from these fuckers, one of them is going to have to die.
“You. Stand up.” Pulling the gun from the back of my jeans, man one stands on shaking legs in front of me. The gun is aimed right at his head but when my eyes fall to man two, I smirk.
“This could have ended differently. I just wanna know why my boy was killed. I was all about leavin’ town after we took care of the junkie but then I learn there’s more to it than that. All you had to do was tell me,” I say not talking to either in particular. Two eyes me as one begins to sob. Moving my hand quickly, I pull the trigger and watch the body fall to the pavement.
“Oh Jesus Christ. Holy fucking hell. I’ll tell you whatever you want to know. Fuck me. I pissed myself,” man one says looking down at his now piss covered jeans.
“What’s your name?”
“Danny.”
“How old are you Danny?”
“Nineteen. Just turned nineteen,” he stutters.
“Sit over there in that chair, Danny. Let’s talk.” I watch the kid as he wanders to the chair shaking with every step he takes. He sits in the chair, piss soaked pants and all, nervously wringing his hands together.
“What do you know about Nix?” I stand in front of him with my arms crossed over my chest, glaring at him with an evil glint in my eye.
