by Bella Jewel
“Such a fuckin’ liar,” he says, in a husky tone.
He’s staring at my lips now. Dammit. Why does he have to look at me like that? It weakens my resolve.
“You’re living a delusional life, biker.”
He gives me a lazy half smile. “And you’re thinkin’ about my cock all deep and hard inside you.”
I attempt to roll my eyes, but I have no doubt I look extremely spastic. This would be because my breath hitches at the same time my eyes move. The reason? Cade’s hand is now covering my pussy. The sneaky bastard managed to slip it around when I was arguing. He’s cupping me, pressing just enough to give me tingles of pleasure.
“You know I’m right,” he growls. “I can feel how fuckin’ wet you are.”
“Delusional,” I rasp.
“You’d like it if I bent you over right now, slipped those jeans down and slid my cock into that delectable little cunt.”
I swallow and my cheeks heat. I want to answer, but my body is pulsing and all I can feel is his hand rocking over my pussy.
“Yo’ Cade!”
Before I know what’s happening, Cade steps back, and I sway on my feet. The door swings open and two bikers step in. I’m still learning all their names, but from what I can remember, it’s Yank and Quinn. I don’t know why they call the tall man Yank, but most of the bikers have a nickname. Though I haven’t heard them call Cade by one.
“What the fuck do you want?” Cade grumbles.
“Jackson needs to talk with you.”
Of course he does. I sigh and turn. “I’ll see you later.”
“Wait up, sugar,” Cade says, but I don’t stop – let him think I don’t care.
I smile the entire way back to the compound, though he will never know that.
*~*~*~*~
“Give us another round, girl.”
I turn, hands full, and see another biker wanting beer. The girl I’m working with tonight, Mindy, is late. Again. The bitch never shows up on time. The only reason she still has a job, is because Jackson can’t convince any normal woman to work with a bunch of rude, feral bikers. I juggle the drinks already in my hand as I place them down on the counter and slide them towards the waiting biker. He flashes me a quick grin, then turns away. I begin to gather the next order, feeling sweat trickle down my face as I become flustered with the amount of work I’m trying to squeeze in.
“Okay, where are we at?”
I turn to see Mindy walking in, tits bulging out of her white top, shorts so tiny her ass cheeks hang out. I sigh, roll my eyes and then snap, “Did you ever think of coming to work on time?”
She puts her hands up, flicks her blonde hair over her shoulder and widens her blue eyes. “Hey, I was busy.”
“What was it this time, Mindy? Your dog died? Your cat ate your budgie? Oh wait, what was it yesterday? Oh, that’s right, all the tires on your car blew off.”
She crosses her arms. “They actually did all burst, someone punctured them.”
“Well, maybe you should show up to work instead of causing trouble and people wouldn’t feel the need to puncture your tires.”
She glares at me, turns and begins taking orders. Well, at least I can finally take my break. I throw the towel off my shoulder down onto the counter, and turn, yelling out as I walk off. I’m just about to turn down the hall, when a hand reaches out and grips me. I’m pulled into a hard, firm body and I break out in shivers all over as Cade presses me against a nearby wall. I’ve been making it my mission to avoid him since the afternoon in the shed. I know it’s annoying him, but I don’t want him to see that he affects me how he does. There’s going to come a point where I can no longer say no to him.
“What the hell, Cade? You can’t just pull me into a dark hall and do what you want!” I snarl.
“Sugar,” he growls. “You’re fuckin’ with me. You know I’m watching. You know it and you’re still doin’ it. Watching me from the corner of your eye, givin’ me those sexy little stares. I can see it, and fuck, you know I want it.”
“I am not…”
“Seein’ you out there, smilin’ at the men as you serve beers makes me fuckin’ angry. I want to take you, then and there, and slam you against the wall and let everyone here know you’re mine. I want to spread your legs and drive my cock deep, claiming you, owning you.”
“Cade, you’re insa…”
“Sugar, shut the fuck up. You know you’re my girl now. You’ve known that since the day I took you on the back of my bike. I don’t just take girls like that. If I wanna fuck, that’s just what I do, but it ain’t never like that. You’re callin’ for me, and I can’t look back. I need to claim you, and now you’re playin’ with me.”
“You might have claimed me,” I growl. “But I didn’t claim you.”
“Did you take my cock?”
“What? You know the answer to that,” I snap, frustrated.
“Then you claimed me, too.”
“Cade, you’re fucking delusion-”
“I warned you once,” he growls, cutting me off. “I won’t fuckin’ do it again. Shut the fuck up, sugar. Now, I’m gonna kiss you ‘coz I’ve been without those sweet lips while you play stupid little bullshit games with me. I won’t be without for another minute. Open your lips, baby, and kiss me.”
He doesn’t let me answer; he simply grips the back of my head, tangles his fingers into my hair, and pulls me close. I expect his lips to crash down over mine, but he just grazes them across, causing shivers to run down my spine. Cade knows I want him, he’s known since the day I laid on his bike and let him claim me. He sees something deep inside me, a want that I don’t recognize fully yet, and he’s pulling it from me, both hands wrapped tightly around it. I lean into him, wanting to deepen the kiss, but he pulls back. He tastes so good, just a touch, and I need more but he won’t give it to me. Instead, he just stares down at me with hungry eyes.
“My house, tonight. You be there, or I come and find you. Don’t think I’m fuckin’ kidding, Addison. Be there.”
“I don’t even know where you live,” I retort.
“You do, babe, ‘coz I fucked you on the bike right outside my front door.”
Ohhhh, so that was his house. Thank God for that.
I swallow, licking my bottom lip. He doesn’t give me a chance to argue any further. He lets me go and moves away before I can take my next breath. I stare at the empty space a moment longer, before letting out a rude snort. Cade Duke is going to see that he doesn’t get to order me around.
I won’t be at his house tonight.
Let’s see how he takes that.
~*CHAPTER 8*~
PAST
“Addison, baby, you’re killing me.”
I smile up at Billy. He reaches over, takes my hair in his fingers and twirls it. We’re driving, and for the first time in years, I feel completely at ease. I run my fingers up his thigh. When you’re nineteen years old – which we both are – that’s an extremely sexual gesture. He’s all stiff and squirming, begging me to stop teasing him. I’m giggling. I almost forgot what giggling felt like.
“I’m not doing anything,” I smile innocently.
He grins, flashing me his charming, crooked smile. His blonde hair blows in the wind and his eyes twinkle with amusement.
“I won’t be able to drop you off if you keep that up.”
I frown now. “I wish you didn’t have to drop me off.”
He gives me a pained smile. “I know, baby, but for now I can’t keep you. I have to get a place first.”
I nod, knowing that’s the truth. He’s trying. He’s trying to get out of his parents’ house and find a way to save me. I’m sure he will too. At least, I hope he will. Right now, he’s my light at the end of the tunnel. If that light snuffs out, I really don’t think I’ll find another one.
“We’ll be fine,” he assures me as he turns onto my street.
My heart sinks, that quickly. There’s nothing but darkness here.
“Thanks, for
today,” I whisper as Billy comes to a stop.
He reaches over taking my face in his hands. “I’ll find a way to save you, Addison. I swear.”
I lean over and brush my lips across his. He tangles his fingers in my hair and deepens the kiss. Finally, we break apart, my heart thudding. He strokes a thumb down my cheek.
“I’ll call you, I promise.”
“The phone has been disconnected again,” I sigh.
He keeps his smile, even though I see he wants to frown.
“Well, I’ll come by and see you tomorrow.”
I kiss him goodbye, and with a heavy heart, I walk up my front steps. When I get to the rickety front door, I turn back and stare at Billy’s car disappearing down the street. I give it a sad smile, and step inside. The first thing I smell is vomit, then I see my mother on the floor, choking on her own sick, her face turning blue as her she struggles to breathe. She’s too high, too floppy, and incapable of stopping her own vomit from choking her. With a sigh, and a slump of my shoulders, I get to work doing what I do best.
Looking after a woman I despise, because she’s all I have.
That’s what I like to call tragic.
~*PRESENT*~
It’s dark when I leave the compound, and it’s late. I finished work earlier, but I spent a bit of time with Jackson. Surprisingly, we had a decent conversation. I may have also been avoiding running into Cade. I know he went home hours ago. I also know I was meant to be there hours ago. So, here I am, walking down the dark road on my own. It’s really not safe, but I’m used to it. It’s getting cool, and a light breeze tickles my face. I hear the rumbling sound of a truck coming in my direction, so I step off the road a little further. When the truck stops, I turn to see why. My heart begins to thump, an instant reaction to a strange truck pulling over at this time of the night.
The truck engine stops, so I quickly begin walking again at a more rapid pace. I dig about for my phone just in case I need to run and call someone at the same time. I hear the truck door slam, and a set of heavy boots striding at a rapid pace towards me. I spin around, throwing my hands up. “Back up!”
“What the fuck are you doin’ walkin’ around at night on your own? I thought you had a fuckin’ lift!”
It’s Cade. Of course it is.
“I’m going home,” I say, breathing heavily to try and steady my thumping heart.
“Pardon?” he says, his voice rough.
“You heard me, I’m going home. You can’t just order me over to your house Cade, it doesn’t work like that.”
“Yeah, babe, it fuckin’ does.”
I glare at him. I can just see him in the light.
“No, babe, it fuckin’ doesn’t,” I mock, turning.
“Addison, I’ll toss you in that fuckin’ truck. Don’t make me use force.”
I gape and turn back. “Are you serious? You can’t force me to go with you.”
“It wouldn’t be force if you just accepted you want me as much as I fuckin’ want you.”
“You’ve lost it, you know that?”
“Three seconds to get in the truck.”
“You are insane…”
“Three.”
“Fuck you, Cade.”
“Two.”
“I’m not going with you!”
“One.”
He steps forward, drops his shoulder and lifts me up in one motion. I squeal and pound my fists on his back, but he simply keeps striding towards his truck. He opens the door and throws me in, then, through my squirming, he also manages to buckles me in. Before he closes the door, he leans down close, “Don’t even think about tryin’ to get out, or I’ll tie you to the fuckin’ chair.”
My mouth drops open as he closes the door and walks around the driver’s side, gets in and slams the door. What kind of biker drives a truck anyway? I cross my arms and stare out the window as he pulls onto the highway.
“I’m not fucking you. You’re wasting your time.”
He snorts. “Sugar, my cock is goin’ inside you tonight and you know it. You also know I’m not wasting my time, because you and I both know, you could have fought me off if you really wanted to.”
Damn him.
“You’re a frustrating, intense man, do you hear me?” I say, turning to stare at him.
In the moonlight, his profile looks dazzling. Strong, square jaw. Perfect Roman nose and full lips. He’s divine.
“Yeah, sugar, I’m hearin’ ya.”
My lips twitch and he looks at me from the corner of his eye. He grins, and my heart throbs.
“You’re gonna smile for me tonight, baby. I’ll make sure of it.”
I turn and stare out the window, because what he doesn’t know, is that I’m already smiling.
~*CHAPTER 9*~
PRESENT
Cade’s house, is totally not what I expected a man like him to have. The large, pretty white home is quite enchanting. When we get out of the truck and walk inside, I am in awe. It’s massive, with polished wooden floors, white timber walls and some seriously nice furniture. It is, without a doubt, the nicest house I’ve ever seen. I stare around, mouth open, completely lost for words. Cade walks up behind me, sweeps my hair off my neck and trails his lips over the back. I feel my body begin to quake, and I stare down at his hands sliding around my waist.
“The look on your face right now, it makes my heart hurt, sugar.”
I swallow down my emotions and turn to face him. Right now, I don’t want to fight him. Him bringing me here, and pushing me even when I fought him, that tells me that to him, I am so much more than just sex. He’s a hard man; there’s no doubt about that, and being with him wouldn’t be easy. I don’t even know if being with him is something that I should be doing, but right now, in this moment, I’m okay with doing it.
“Saying sweet things doesn’t suit you, biker,” I say in a small voice.
He chuckles. “Yeah, got ya. I’ll go back to being an ass.”
My lips twitch again, and he stares down at them. “I’ll get that smile, sugar. Now, have you eaten?”
I feel my eyes widen and he snorts, shrugging off his leather jacket.
“What? Don’t think a biker can cook?”
I put my hands up in defense. “Hey, I didn’t say that.”
“No, spose’ you didn’t. Now, have you eaten?”
I shake my head, eating isn’t something I do a lot of. Habit I guess. That’s what happens when you don’t have a great deal of food offered during your life.
“Right, we’re goin’ to cook somethin’ up, then I’m goin’ to fuck you until you’re screamin’ my name.”
My brows shoot up. “I love how you assume you’re that good.”
He leans in close, sliding his tongue across my bottom lip. “I am that good, sugar, and you know it.”
I bite his tongue. He grunts, wraps his arms around my waist and presses against me. He tilts his head, pushes forward, and turns his licking into a deep kiss that has my entire body sparking to life. I hook my fingers through the loops on his jeans and pull his hips against my pelvis, enjoying the feeling of his hard cock riding against me.
“I may have a few tricks up my sleeve to make you squeal,” I murmur, sliding my hand around to rub against his cock.
He makes a purring sound and leans down to nip my earlobe. “Bring it on. Ain’t nothin’ you do, is gonna make me squeal.”
I grin at him. “Is that a challenge, biker?”
He slaps my ass and then lets me go. “It most certainly is a challenge.”
“Well consider it accepted!” I call after him as he makes his way into the large kitchen.
“Well consider me fuckin’ thrilled.”
I am beaming inside as I follow him into the large kitchen with white counter tops and stainless steel appliances. I grip the counter and lift myself until I’m sitting on it. I watch Cade dig through the fridge to come out with a mass of ingredients. Many men say they can cook. Whether it actually tastes good or not, is to
be decided upon serving. My guess, Cade can cook.
“You just gonna sit there and watch?” he says, throwing some steak down onto a cutting board.
“It’s proper manners to cook for a lady, you know.”
“Ain’t got manners, and there ain’t no lady here.”
I thump his shoulder and he chuckles.
“So, is this your common wooing technique?”
He looks up at me mid-way through trimming the fat off the steak.
“One, sugar, I don’t woo women. I don’t have to. Two, do I look like the type to woo, even if I had to? Three, you’re the first girl I’ve cooked for in at least five years.”
“How old are you, gramps?”
He shakes his head, but I can see a ghost of a smile playing around his mouth. “I’m twenty-nine.”
I feel my expression change to one of shock. I knew Cade was older than me, but I didn’t realize he was eight years old than me.
“Too old for you?” he murmurs when he notices my expression.
“No, why would you think that?”
“You’re giving me a horrified expression.”
Change of subject, Addison.
“I just think you’re young to be a vice president of a MC club. That’s a big thing.”
He shrugs. “Not for me.”
“Why’d you join?”
He pulls out a potato and begins peeling it. “Jack’s helped me. I was in a bad place and he pulled me from it. We got close, he trusted me, so he gave me the role two years ago.”
“My dad is the reason?”
He nods, giving me a quick glance. “Shocked by that?”
“A little, but I guess I can understand it.”
“He changed my world. He dragged me from a shitty place.”
I cross my legs, press my palms to the counter and lean forward. “What sort of bad place?”
“Drugs, sex, crime…guilt.”
“Guilt?”
He stiffens a touch, and I notice it. What is Cade hiding? What did he do that would make him feel enough guilt that he can’t even say the word without stiffening? Is that why he’s so determined to be with me? Can he see himself in me? Or is he trying to fix me because he couldn’t fix himself? Humans are like that sometimes, they seek something to put back together when they’re broken and can’t fix themselves. I guess it’s just a comfort; it makes us feel better, like we haven’t completely lost ourselves – we like to believe there’s still a part in there, that can be saved.
