Double Crossed ((A Cobras MC Novella))

by Colbie Kay

  Snake’s hand travels up my thigh, under my dress, and moves my panties to the side so his fingers can run along my slit. His other hand finds my breast, and he massages it over my dress. Closing my eyes, I lean my head back and grip Snake’s shoulders as his fingers enter me.

  As he pushes in and out, harder and faster, I cry out his name and beg him not to stop. His thumb rotates in small circles and, finally, enough pressure is applied to take me over the edge.

  Snake doesn’t give me time to catch my breath. In moments, my panties are ripped from my body, my dress pushed up to my waist, and Snake has freed himself and has the condom in place. His hands grip my hips as I slowly start to lower myself onto him. That burn I always feel at the very beginning—because of Snake’s size—is delicious as I start moving in a slow rhythm up and down.

  “I love watching you come.” Snake grips my ass, bouncing me with a controlled quickness. My arms wrap around his neck, holding him as close as I can possibly get; his arms around my waist are just as tight, like we are trying to squeeze inside of each other and become one. In a way, we already are when we make love. Our bodies fit perfectly together, and Snake always knows what I need, and just how to get me there.

  Our eyes connect, staying on one another and watching all of the mixed emotions we express. Need, lust, and passion, but most important of all is the love shining so bright in his gaze. “Love you, Vic.”

  “I love you too, Snake.” Our mouths crash together, and Snake swallows my cries and sounds of ecstasy while I capture his grunts and groans.

  Our releases come, one followed by the other as we hold onto one another for dear life. I love this man, but if I were to ever lose him I would drown in despair, with no one there to save me. Snake has taken up my whole world and every part of me; mind, body, soul, and heart.

  Chapter Five

  I love having my own car. I get to come and go as I please, and since I have graduated and I’m eighteen now, I no longer have to worry about answering to my mother. I’ll be moved into the dorms soon, and she has pretty much ignored me since our family dinner gone wrong. I think my father had a good talk with her about how she treats me, or at least I hope so, so I can relax a little before fall semester.

  I pull up to the clubhouse, shut my car off, and walk inside the dimly lit building. As my eyes scan the room, I don’t see Snake anywhere. Deciding I will try his room, I walk towards the hallway. When I get to his door it’s opened slightly and enough that I can see Snake and Marie talking. Quietly, I lean in closer, listening to see if I can hear what they are saying.

  “I’m surprised you haven’t gotten bored yet, Snake.” Marie runs her finger down his black vest.

  “Don’t fuckin’ touch me!” He throws his body back and her arm drops to her side.

  “Aww, you weren’t saying that just a few months ago.” Marie chuckles. “When are you going to tell her, or should I?”

  What the heck is going on? I think it’s time I find out!

  Pushing the door open, I stand in the room with my arms crossed over my chest. “Tell me what exactly?” Snake and Marie both turn their attention on me. Snake looks like he’s a deer in the headlights while Marie looks like the cat that caught the canary.

  “Sit down, Vic. Marie—leave!” Snake’s eyes don’t leave mine.

  “No, I think I’d rather stand.” Looking between the two, I wait for one of them to start talking. “Well?”

  “Go on and tell her, Snake.” Marie’s smug smile makes me want to slap her.

  “Shut the fuck up, Marie,” he hisses out. “Vic, listen, I want you to know the only reason I didn’t tell you before now is because I was so fucking scared I would lose you.” I see the pain and sorrow in his eyes.

  “I met Marie before I met you. She came looking for a good time, and that’s what she got from my brothers. She started coming back every weekend and eventually she caught me on a few drunken nights, horny as hell…and I fucked her.” He grimaces as the truth is unveiled.

  My hands drop to my sides; tears shine in my eyes. “You’ve had sex with my best friend?” My gaze turns to her. “You knew who he was all this time and didn’t tell me?”

  “Isn’t that a stupid question!” Marie cackles. “We covered that already. I figured he would have gotten bored by now and ended it with you.” Her smile is pure evil, just like her. “To my surprise, sweet innocent Victoria somehow kept the bad boy entertained.”

  Snake jumps in. “Yes, I knew her, but you have to believe it didn’t mean anything! She doesn’t mean anything—she’s nothing but a whore here. She’s just like the women out there that you’ve seen. I love you, Vic; I was so scared to lose you. That’s why I didn’t tell you—you have to know that,” Snake begs, and I have to look away. I can’t stand the sight of either of them right now.

  Marie pipes in, “Don’t let him fool you, Vic. He doesn’t love you and he never will. I told you—the nice girl and the bad boy never work out.”

  My eyes cut to her. “Shut up and get the hell out of here!”

  I wait for the door to shut before I turn my attention to Snake. He’s dropped down on his bed, hands covering his face. “All those parties she told me about…she was coming here.” I bite my lip and shake my head. I don’t think I have ever been so angry in all my life. “Have you had sex with her since you met me?” I stare down at him. I’m feeling a confusing cluster of emotions right now and I’m so lost and hurt I don’t know what to do.

  His head snaps up and his eyes shoot to mine. “No! Absolutely not! You’ve been the only one since the day I met you. Please don’t hold my past against me. I don’t give a fuck what that whore says—I do love you. You have to believe me.” He stands from the bed and quickly walks over to me. Snake tries to grab my hand, but I throw it back.

  “Don’t touch me! I have to go. I need time to think.” I only make it a few steps before he catches my arm.

  “Please, Vic!” I snap my eyes to his.

  “I can’t do this right now.” I swipe at the stray tears on my cheeks.

  “Don’t let her come between us. Don’t let her win,” he begs, and I see the sorrow, but I don’t have any fight in me right now, not while my heart is breaking.

  I jerk my arm out of his grasp. “Vic.” He tries one more time, but I’m done. I storm out of his room and the clubhouse, get in my car, peel out, and make it down the road before I stop and break down, screaming and crying.

  I make it to the church just in time to get ready for my sister’s wedding. I initially went to the clubhouse to ask Snake if he would come with me. I wanted to introduce him to my family, no matter the consequences from my mother. How stupid was I? I was willing to reap my mother’s repercussions for someone who lied to me. Or I guess he didn’t lie—just didn’t tell me he had sex with my best friend. Grabbing the awful peach dress out of my backseat, I rush into the church, where they set up a dressing room for Emily.

  “It’s about time you showed up,” my mother chides, causing everyone to look at me.

  “I’m sorry,” I apologize with a shaky tone and drop my gaze.

  “You okay?” Emily questions. All I can do is nod. “Everyone get out. I need a minute with my sister.” Emily waits for the last person to shut the door—our mother, not wanting to leave, of course—before she gets up and walks over, then hugs me. “What’s wrong?”

  “I found out Michael knew Marie before he met me and they have had sex.” Tears build up once again.

  “I’m so sorry.” Emily runs her hand down my hair. “Has he done anything with her since he met you?” I shake my head against her shoulder. “Give yourself time to calm down, but know that everyone has a past. Don’t judge him for those mistakes, but you have every right to be mad that neither of them told you.”

  “But…how can I be with him knowing he’s been with h
er?” I pull back from her and wipe the tears from my cheeks.

  “That is something you will have to figure out.” She kisses the top of my head and then helps me into my dress.

  Watching my sister get married was a mix between sad and happy for me. It was a beautiful wedding, with ivory and peach roses decorating the pews in our Catholic church, and the altar was made up of the same flowers with lit candles. My sister looked amazing in her long, flowing white dress. I’m happy that she got the wedding she always wanted at no shortage of expense by our parents, but I’m sad because I know she’s not truly happy.

  All through the long ceremony, my thoughts stayed on Snake and our fight. My sister is right—I can’t hold his past against him, but can I really go forward with Snake, knowing he had sex with Marie? Maybe I need to take a few days to figure it out.

  I have taken the time I needed to figure out where to go from here with Snake. I have decided that I want to be with him regardless of his past, but he has to understand that he can’t keep something like that from me again.

  I’m hurt and angry at Marie for several reasons: she lied, she hit on my boyfriend knowing he was my boyfriend, and, to top it all off, she seemed so happy when I found out. I don’t understand what her agenda is, but I think I need to distance myself from her—but still keep an eye on her.

  Sighing deeply, I stare at the clubhouse in front of me. After the last time I was here, I really hope I am not walking into another scene of my destruction. Opening the front door, I get a big whiff of smoke that burns my nose and eyes. I can’t say I missed that. My vision quickly adjusts to the darkness and I look around the bar, spotting Snake in the far back corner. He doesn’t notice me until I get closer, and then he jumps up from his seat and walks closer to me.

  “Can we talk?” I ask quietly.

  “Yeah.” I let him take my hand; he leads us to his bedroom.

  My back hits the wall, my pulse races, and my heart beats erratically. “I’ve missed you,” he tells me; his hot breath hits my cheek, my face flushes, and my body warms at his close proximity.

  “I’ve missed you too, but you have to promise never to keep something like that from me again—and don’t lie to me.” I shudder, a gasp escaping from me when his lips touch my neck.

  “Never again,” Snake whispers lightly against my ear.

  My thoughts are a jumbled mess, my senses have fled, and I’m the prey that has been caught and is about to get devoured by the hunter. I no longer have the ability to speak; I can only feel what he is doing to my body. His hand travels up my bare thigh while the other holds my hair, keeping me in place.

  Snake’s hand roams higher and higher until his fingers reach my panties. After he pushes them down with one hand, I step out of them. A heated ache forms in my belly, and when his fingers trace through my wet folds, a throbbing need bursts forth and my breath hitches at the feeling of his hands on me. “So fuckin’ wet.”

  He picks me up; my legs automatically wrap around him. I feel the head of his cock line up to my entrance, and then he thrusts his way inside of me. His hand finds mine and our fingers lace together as Snake brings our joined hands above our heads against the wall. My other arm wraps around his neck as I hold him so impossibly close. In this moment, I never want to let him go.

  I’m being held up by the wall and his other hand as his calculated movements know exactly where that secret spot inside me is. The spot that will have me losing all control. I roll my hips, letting him in deeper, and my head lolls to the side as I relish in the feel of his body against mine. I can’t speak, I can’t do anything except let the release come.

  This is fucking at its finest with Snake; how he owns my body, how his deliberate, rough thrusts make me lose control. There is still so much emotion within us it spills forth as we moan and cry out in beautifully tortured bliss. We call out each other’s names as we enter a place of heavenly euphoria together, just like we always have. Our mouths slam together and we kiss like our lives depend on it.

  We stay in his room for the rest of the night, making up for days lost.

  Chapter Six

  It’s been two months since my argument with Snake, and we have become inseparable. Marie still hangs out at the club, but we don’t talk. Snake shows her no attention, and that doesn’t make her very happy, based on the evil looks she throws my way. I think she planned on ending our relationship with that bit of information she had, but I wasn’t willing to give up so easily.

  Snake and I walk hand in hand through the clubhouse door. We just returned after a long ride on his bike and sitting out at the pond for a while. I love it out there; it’s the only place where it’s just us, where we can talk, laugh, and daydream about our future.

  “Look at the little lovebirds walking through the door,” Marie taunts.

  Stopping in my tracks, I turn in her direction. “What is your problem?”

  “You’re my problem.” She shoots up from the couch and rushes over to us.

  “What did I ever do to you, Marie?” My brows pull down in confusion.

  “Victoria: always the perfect student, perfect daughter, perfect friend—and then the first guy that you show interest in falls in love with you too.” She leans in closer so our faces are inches apart. “But…I had him first, and you took him! How does it feel to get my sloppy seconds?” Marie straightens back up with an evil laugh spewing out of her. I stay quiet as she goes on. “Ever since we were little, I was compared to you. The boys at school would show me attention just to try and get closer to you, but you were always so clueless. Fucking clueless to it all! That’s what you did to me.” Her hands ball into fists at her sides in anger. “I want you to hurt like I’ve been hurting for years because of you.”

  I let her have her word—now it’s my turn. “You are the most selfish bitch I have ever met.” My eyes narrow. “Maybe if you would keep your legs closed, you wouldn’t have a problem keeping a man for yourself. Or maybe if you actually dated instead of sleeping around. I can’t take something away from you that was never yours to keep. Don’t ever refer to Snake as sloppy seconds again, do you understand? All you are is a hateful, manipulative bitch, and our friendship is over.” I’m seething; my breathing is rapid and my body is shaking.

  Snake starts pulling me through the bar. “Don’t let her get to you.”

  “She already has.” My angry eyes meet his.

  “Snake, you wanna tell her what happened the night she left?” Marie calls after us.

  We both come to a dead stop and turn around. “What the fuck are you talking about?” Snake questions; his brows furrow. He doesn’t have a clue what she’s talking about, and neither do I.

  “Ah…” Marie laughs so hard she doubles over and holds her belly. “You haven’t figured it out yet.” She wipes the tears from her eyes.

  “Spit it out, Marie,” I demand.

  “Oh, alright, if I must.” She sighs deeply and places her hand on her hip. “Tell her how you fucked me that night, Snake.”

  My eyes snap to Snake. “What is she talking about?”

  “I don’t know?” His brows pull down; his eyes meet mine. “Tell me you came back that night! Tell me you’re the one that came into my room!” His tone is frantic, his eyes wide.

  “No, I didn’t.” My heart slams in my chest and I have a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach.

  “That’s right, Snake; you were so fucked up that night you couldn’t tell the difference between me and your own girlfriend. All I had to do was wait for the perfect time, sneak in, and whisper in your ear. Your best friend even knew and didn’t try to stop it. Everyone knows she doesn’t belong here,” Marie brags like she did something good.

  “Vic, go in my room and wait there,” Snake commands in a tone so harsh it’s scary.

  I will get my answers soon, but right now I
think I need to do what he says, no matter how bad I want to run, or despite the fact that my heart just got a healthy dose of venom from the bite of Snake. I feel it slowly dying as I trek to his room, sit on the bed, and wait for the poison to flow, ending it all.

  No way would my brother, Deuce, my best fucking friend, keep that shit from me. Thinking back to that night, I go over it in my head.

  Vic slams the door shut. I’m pissed off at Marie, pissed at myself, and now I may have lost the woman I love. My guilt gets the better of me; I let her walk out, not even bothering to chase after her. I throw myself on my bed, trying to think of any way I can make this better.

  Eventually I get up and head to the bar. “Reap, give me a double.” I slam my hand down on the counter, take a seat on the stool, and look around the bar. Fucking Marie! I know she’s Vic’s best friend and all, but I can’t stand that bitch. She walks around here like she’s God’s gift to my brothers when, really, she ain’t no better than the rest of the whores around here. At least the other whores didn’t fuck up my relationship—at least they know their place around here. Marie is too fucking comfortable here and I don’t like it. I don’t even understand why Vic ever wanted to be friends with Marie, because all the girl does is treat my woman like shit. And now here we are; Marie’s caused problems between Vic and me. She ain’t no real friend, that’s for fuckin’ sure. I’ve never expressed how I feel about Marie to Vic because I don’t want to upset her. Maybe she learned what a selfish, manipulative bitch her friend is today.

  I snatch up the glass and down the harsh liquor. “Two more,” I yell out, and that’s how the next however many hours are spent.