by Ker Dukey
“How’d you bag him? Everyone will want to know the story.” She waggles her drawn-on eyebrows and clinks her fake nails against the bar. “You ain’t preggo, are you?” She leans forward as if I’m about to spill my secrets to her. Why does everyone automatically think I’m pregnant?
“No. I guess we just found a little of ourselves in each other. Biker brats and all.” I lift a shoulder. Her face is stoic as hell and I notice a few other ears piqued in our direction. “And we’re really compatible between the sheets, if you get my drift,” I add, winking, knowing that’s what they all want to hear. “I like it rough, dirty, and on top, and he likes it when I dominate him.”
Laughter roars around me.
“So Frost is the girl between the sheets?” a fat dude bellows.
Why would that make him a girl?
“He just likes to watch me work up a sweat. There’s nothing wrong with a man taking the back seat in the bedroom,” I scoff, and more laughter almost causes the room to shake.
“Fuck. No wonder he doesn’t bring his bitches here,” someone says.
“It’s because he’s the bitch,” the fat one adds, raising more laughter.
“Frost will have your balls if he hears you talking shit about him,” an older guy retorts to the fat guy.
“At least then he’ll have a pair.” He jeers back cackling.
The ridicules continue and I slink away. I was just trying to play a joke on Slade, but it got out of hand and now they all think he’s a submissive or something. He’s going to be pissed.
“Where are you going?” Denise calls after me.
“I want to make a phone call,” I tell her as she walks around the bar and follows me into the corridor.
“I’ll take you to Frost’s room for some privacy.” She sashays as she walks. Her ass is tiny compared to the hips spilling over the jean shorts she’s wearing.
“Here it is.” She pulls a key from her bra and I know I’m frowning because she giggles. “Don’t worry, princess. I have keys to all the boys’ rooms. Not for what you’re thinking though. My ass is taken.”
She slaps her own ass and waltzes back the way we came. “I won’t be far away. Holler if you need anything.”
“Thanks,” I call after her, and push into his room.
His room is spotless compared to his brother’s.
Walking around, I snoop inside his cabinets and drawers, but there’s nothing in them. A few sets of clothes, but that’s it. Nothing personal.
Sitting down on his bed, I pull my cell from my pocket. I don’t even know if Jenna will be at home or have her cell. My guts clench at the thought of what she went through and me not being there for her recovery. Although what happened wasn’t my fault, it feels personal, and my nerves chew away at me, worrying if she will forgive me.
Dialing her home line, my heart races as the phone rings. Four rings. I’m about to hang up when a deep voice answers. “Hello?”
I’m struck mute and I can’t find words to ask for her. Her dad always hated me.
“Jenna?” He grunts down the line.
A pit opens in my gut and worry clenches at my heart.
“Is that you? This is ridiculous! Stop being a brat and just come home!” he snaps before slamming the phone down.
She’s not at home. So where is she?
My palms sweat and the room closes in around me. I can’t breathe. My lungs constrict when my ribs seem to crush them. My hands claw at my throat and I race toward a small window above a desk. Climbing on top of the desk, I push it open and gasp as a breeze blows inside.
My feet falter and I almost slip when the bedroom door opens and Brenner walks in. My heart roars and it’s all I can hear. My head swims and acid burns my insides.
“Trying to flee already?” He sneers, flicking his wrist forward. Jenna stumbles into the room and hits the floor.
Oh my God.
Jumping down from the desk, I rush to where she’s getting herself to a sitting position. She doesn’t look distressed, even snorting and saying “opps.” at her fall. There’s little bruising around her throat and she has a black eye that’s healing.
Cupping her face with my palms, I stare into her unfocused eyes. They’re glassy and the pupils are like pin pricks.
“Jenna?” I whisper.
“Hey!” Her voice is singsong and she giggles.
“Are you okay?” I ask when she wraps her arms around my neck.
Her head bops up and down but there’s no rhythm to it. “I’m good. I missed you.” Releasing me, she smiles, showing me all her teeth.
“Why is she still here?” I ask Brenner, the venom in my tone clear.
He folds his arms, his muscles bulging as he does, and glares down at me like a fucking beast trying to intimidate its food. “Because she ain’t leaving. We can’t risk her getting talkative with the wrong people.”
Getting to my feet, I place my hands on my hips, trying to seep confidence I don’t feel around him. “You can’t just keep her prisoner! That wasn’t part of the deal.”
He takes a step toward me and the room darkens, almost warning of the monster inside it. “Who’s a prisoner? She likes it here. Isn’t that right, Scarlet?”
Scarlet?
She nods up at him like a grateful dog being thrown a treat.
He closes the space between us, backing me up against the wall. I can’t move; he’s caged me against him. “I call her Scarlet because of how red she bleeds when being spit-roasted. She’s quite the character. Drugs and compliments and she’s anyone’s.”
Bastard.
“Is that all it takes to get in your panties too?”
“Fuck you!” I spit.
“You’re no fucking princess here, no matter what bullshit they fed you to get you to say ‘I do’. I’ll be around, waiting, watching, and fucking taking whatever I want. You caused a rift between me and my father, and for that, you’ll pay.”
“I’m your brother’s wife. You can’t touch me.” I growl, rage massacring the fear.
He laughs, loud and menacing. “You’re nothing to him. He won’t protect you from me. No one will. No one can.” He grips my jaw and crashes his lips down on mine, biting until a pop splits the skin. Pulling back, he swipes the pad of his thumb over the cut and sucks it into his mouth. “Sweet, like I knew you would be. I bet you’re dripping from your cunt right now. This innocent shit doesn’t work with me.”
He’s crazy and disgusting.
“Scarlet!” he bellows as he releases me and walks toward the door. She scurries to her feet and goes to follow him.
“Wait!” I call out, reaching for her. “Stay here with me. You don’t have to go with him.”
What the hell is she on, and why is she acting like his lapdog?
“It’s fine, Av. Just let it go,” she slurs, and they both disappear.
My heart is thundering so loud inside my chest that it’s all I can hear. Running to the door, I turn the lock and go to the bathroom. Locking myself in, I slink to the floor and cry.
This shit is crazy. Why did I think everything might be okay? Fucking foolish, that’s what I am.
My knuckles smart and it’s a pain I enjoy, the harsh sting keeping the fire inside my chest burning.
“You fucked with a brother,” I jeer.
The fat fuck spits blood and shakes his head vehemently. “I didn’t touch him. I wouldn’t.”
Yet he would fuck a brother’s wife and hold a debt over her head.
“Did you think we wouldn’t find out what you were doing with Stormy’s old lady?” I poke my finger into one of the burn sores Scorch gave him.
As soon as I pulled away from the hospital, I called some brothers over for back up. This sketchy piece of shit is a dirty bastard and I knew he’d have some of his men around watching his fat ass. Didn’t take much to get to him though. He should look into beefing up his security—if he makes it out of this alive. The rope pinning his hands to the arm of the chair has rubbed into his flesh
because he’s a pussy who doesn’t sit still. I didn’t take him for having a low pain threshold, but fuck, a few cigarette burns and a knuckle-duster to the kneecaps and he’s been singing like a canary.
“She came to me. It’s just business.” He wheezes.
“She came to you with the solution of having to suck that greasy dick to pay off her debt?”
He’s panting, the beating taking its toll. Some hard man he turned out to be; it’s almost too fucking easy.
“Not just me.” He exhales a long, wavering breath.
“What?”
“She rents her pussy out to anyone and everyone.”
Scorch growls and lands a closed fist to the side of the prick’s face. “Liar.”
“I’m not fucking lying. I have no reason to lie. She said she wasn’t with her husband anymore. That shit isn’t my business either way.”
“We should put him to ground, Frost. He can’t disrespect a brother like this.”
“I work with the Cutters. You can’t just come here throwing your weight around.”
It’s not surprising the Cutters are taking a slice of his action, otherwise he wouldn’t have made it this far without being taken care of. All dirty businesses like his have tax they pay to whatever chapter runs the territory.
We have the nod to put him to ground, but Stormy needs to be here when we do, holding the gun, pulling the fucking trigger. This piece of shit made a whore of his old lady and that isn’t fucking okay.
“We’ll be back if what you’ve told us proves false,” I warn him.
We’ll be back anyway, but I don’t need him going into hiding.
I need to get back to Avery and settle her into my place.
“I want you guys to hunt down any witnesses and get every detail from them about what happened. Check Stormy’s car for groceries or any kind of purchase. If he was there, it was for a reason.”
A chorus of ‘on it’ rings out and then the rumble of bikes caresses over me.
The ride back is fast, and as I pull into the yard, sniggers greet me. Kicking the stand on the bike, I lift my leg over and step toward a few of the brothers gathered at a picnic bench just outside the main door. Cigarette butts litter the surface and a cloud of smoke hangs in the air like a storm cloud. Something heavy hits my chest. It was thrown by Bulk.
What the fuck? A dog collar?
“Did I miss something?” I raise a brow and throw the leash back at him.
“Shouldn’t you be inside being ridden by your Dom?” Slim barks, and laughter rings out.
If I wasn’t so tired and pre-occupied, I might have given a shit about these assholes ribbing me and laid them out. I pull open the door and the clubhouse is full, but the atmosphere isn’t as lively as it usually would be. News about Stormy must have spread.
Gears sidles up to me as soon as the door shuts on my back. He’s pushing forty but still thinks he’s in his twenties, refusing to settle down. He fucks girls just out of school—sometimes still in school. I’ve never liked the way his eyes follow my baby sister whenever she comes to the club, which isn’t often because Brenner is over the top protective of her and doesn’t think she should be here. It’s one thing we agree on.
“Brother, what’s the deal with your old lady?”
Cranking my neck, I glare at him. “What the fuck do you mean?”
He looks around the room and then gets closer. I can smell the tobacco on his breath and see the stains it leaves on his teeth.
“She said you let her do shit to you in the bedroom.”
Heat spreads up my neck. Fucking bitch has been spreading lies to belittle me.
“She said you like to be dominated.” His widening eyes meet mine. He sways and looks like a fucked-up version of Captain Jack Sparrow.
“Do I look like the type of man who would let a woman dominate me?” I growl.
He hiccups and shrugs. “Never seen you with a woman. It kinda makes sense.”
Motherfucker.
This bitch is going to ruin me, I just fucking know it.
Denise waves her stupid long nails in my direction.
“Where is she?” I bark.
“Been in your room all day.” She quirks her fat hip out, resting a hand on the squidgy flesh bulging over the top of her waistband.
My feet stomp the floor and I debate kicking open the door to give Avery a fright, but I don’t want the others to think something is wrong. We need to sell that we’re loved-up newlyweds.
She wants to play games? I’ll give her a game.
Opening up the door, I go inside and close it behind me. The room is empty but the shower streaming sounds through the bathroom door. Digging in my pocket for a coin, I use it to jimmy the lock. The handle gives under my weight and slides open with a gentle push. I don’t want to question why, but my heart is doing a stampede in my chest as, inch by inch, more of the bathroom reveals. Disappointment washes over me when she’s standing there in a towel from chest to ankle. I didn’t even know I owned a towel that fucking long.
“What the fuck?” she yells.
“You have some explaining to do.”
Her hair is wet and the drips pebble beads of water onto her shoulders, which then begin a tortuous trickle down her skin—her creamy, blemish-free skin.
“Me explain? You’re the one barging in, invading my privacy.”
She yelps when I close in on her and lift her over my shoulder. Her little fists pound at my back and the damp fuzz of her towel might as well be silk because it outlines her figure underneath perfectly. Her ass is in my face, begging me to take a bite.
“Slade!” she hollers, and I hear boots stomp the corridor. Nosy bastards. If I open the door, I bet Denise and the brothers will be lined up with glasses to the wall.
Tossing Avery on the bed, I cover her body with mine before she can flee. Her eyes are the size of saucers and her hands clutch the towel so tightly her knuckles have turned white. I grind my cock against the outline of her pussy and her lips part with a gasp.
We’ve been dancing around this pent up shit all week in the motel. We may not have chosen each other, but there is no denying there’s chemistry our bodies want to explore. I cage her in, resting my hands on each side of her head and lean down to whisper against her lips. “You been telling stories to my brothers?”
I flex my hips again, and when her lips part, I stick my tongue inside her mouth. She’s just brushed her teeth; the minty flavor bursts over my tongue. She bites down on my intrusive tongue and I hiss when her teeth puncture the flesh then pull away.
“There’s nothing wrong with liking a feisty woman in the bedroom.” She smirks.
“Oh, feisty is one thing. Playing boss is another.”
I lift from her body and stiffen when the towel parts, showing me her leg, right up to the junction of her pussy.
Her gaze darts to mine and she closes the towel and gets to her feet. “Don’t want your brothers to think I own your ass not the other way around?” she taunts.
I’m moving before I think about it, guiding her backward and slamming her into the door. It’s rough and her breath rushes from her on impact. I grab her thighs and lift her to my waist, pushing my hard cock against her hot cunt.
Her chest is shuddering, and no matter what she tries to tell herself, she’s fucking hot for it. Despite the circumstances that brought us here, there’s a sexual chemistry that’s always palpable in the air around us; thick, heavy, and scorching hot.
I growl into her ear. “You’re going to put on a good fucking show for me. Scream my name, bitch.”
“Fuck you!”
I rip the towel away, making her screech, but she soon shuts the fuck up when I push myself against her harder and gyrate my hips. Her round, perky tits bounce with every movement and I have to bite on my lip to stop myself taking the nipple into my mouth. I knew she’d have rosy red nipples and those tits have just enough drop to them to bounce when I jut my hip forward. Bodies like this are made for sex and wo
rship.
“Make a show or I’ll ram you so full of my cock you won’t know where I begin and you end,” I growl, sick of her shit and hornier than I’ve ever fucking been. This isn’t how things were supposed to go down but I can’t complain when the sweet aroma of her body wash wafts around me.
“You’re an asshole.”
I make a show of sucking two fingers into my mouth, keeping my other arm hooked around her.
“Don’t put them inside me,” she warns.
I grin. “I can’t hear you and neither can they.”
“Oh, Frost. You’re so fucking big. Fuck me, please,” she cries out, all the while smirking at me.
I lift her body from the door and then slam her back into it, dry fucking her like it’s the real deal. My cock is screaming at me to release it and slip into the heat she’s giving off.
“Say my name, baby,” I goad. Really giving them a show, I crash us against the door over and over, causing shit to fall over on the dresser nearby. We almost go through it when I get into the groove and my cock likes the friction we’re creating. Her tits bounce and jiggle, her dark red nipples hard and begging for my teeth. Her body starts moving with mine and I nearly come with her movements. The room sets alight and I’m lost to the game. The fucking feel of it all.
Her.
Sweat beads on my forehead as I power forward, grinding. Her hips lift and her arms wrap around my neck, her mouth gaping as she pants and calls out my name.
“Yeah, right there, baby. Fuck! Fuck, Slade,” she cries, and her eyes gloss over. Her lips tremble and her body shakes against me.
That wasn’t a show. She just fucking came from dry humping me. When her body stops trembling, her posture stiffens.
I can’t help the gloating smile gracing my lips. “You enjoy that?”
Her eyes narrow and she opens her mouth while sliding down my body, her naked glory in full view. Her hips curve around and lead down to perfect thick thighs. A small dusting of hair, trimmed and tidy between her thighs like a Hitler moustache beckons me.
She’s trying to kill me. My balls are tight as hell.
“Oh, no. Don’t come yet, baby. Don’t come before me. Oh, for fuck’s sake, Slade!” she calls out.
