by Jenika Snow
“Is it stalkerish?”
“I don’t think you’ll be the first girl to arrive at the clubhouse, and I know for a fact you won’t be the last. I’m also talking about my other club brothers’ women. Don’t worry. I kind of like this. What did you do?”
“I looked you up on the net, and yeah, I decided I’d give you a surprise instead.”
“Is this because people close to you are talking?”
She shook her head. “Well, they’ve all had their say. They’ve told me to think about what my parents would think, and so on, but I don’t want to think about that. I’m tired of thinking about that. How do you handle people judging you for what you’ve done?”
He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close. “I’m in a club, and we are always judged on what we’ve done and not done. I just don’t give a fuck about it.”
“Teach me.”
“You want me to teach you how not to give a fuck?”
“Yes. Don’t you think that would work?” she asked. All she wanted to do was to spend time with someone who wasn’t constantly watching her, waiting for her to have a meltdown and screw up. She placed her hands on his chest, over his leather jacket, and marveled at how strong and powerful he felt in her arms. “I’ve missed you.”
“I had club business.”
“That’s fine. I’m not complaining at all.” She stared at his lips and nibbled on hers. “Will you kiss me?”
He chuckled. “Rule one of not giving a shit. Don’t ask. There’s always a chance that someone would say no.”
“Do you not like the word no?” she teased.
He chuckled. “Not when it’s something I want.”
She smiled. “I knew there was a reason I liked you.” Sliding her hands into the back of his hair, she held on tightly, and pulled him down for a kiss. Everything felt right in her world the instant his lips hit hers, and she could focus.
Vengeance shoved her against the wall, and she gasped. He took the advantage, and plundered his tongue into her mouth. He grabbed her hands, pressing them against the wall. In the back of her mind she felt the bark digging into her body, and she loved it. She relished the slight pain from his touch and wanted more.
“Fuck, baby. You don’t have a clue what you do to me,” he said.
With the way his cock was pressing against her hip, she had a very good idea. Smiling, she stared into his eyes. “You want to fuck me?”
“Why does that word sound so tempting coming from your lips?”
“Because you know it’s going to be so good. Do you want to?” she asked.
“Fuck you? Damn right I do.” Releasing her hands, he moved down, going for the button on her jeans. She watched his hands as he worked on her jeans. Someone could come inside at any moment and catch her. She didn’t care.
For too long she had been controlled, and that was not going to happen again. She was determined to do what she wanted to do, not what someone else told her to do.
“You want my dick inside you right now? This very second?”
“Yes, I want you. Please, fuck me, Vengeance.” She had been doing nothing but dreaming about him. Every single moment of the day, she felt his cock thrusting inside her.
Pushing his leather jacket from his shoulders, she tore at his shirt and slammed her lips against his. With Vengeance she could be herself, and she didn’t have to worry about judgment. It was so amazing, so freeing, and she loved it.
Scoring her nails down his naked, inked back, she plunged her tongue into his mouth as he shoved her jeans off. Her panties were torn and on the floor, and within the next second he was inside her.
His cock was long, thick, and pulsing as it slid in deep. She closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of him deep inside her. They both moaned, and she held onto him, wrapping her legs around his waist and needing him so much.
This was totally different than when she had been with her fiancé. It hadn’t felt the same, not at all.
She opened her eyes and found Vengeance staring down at her. “Is this what you want? You want to be fucked?”
“I want to have an adventure, Vengeance. I want to be with you.”
“You’re right. This is crazy stalkerish, but right now, with how good your pussy feels, I don’t want anything else. I want you.” He pulled out of her, only to slam back inside.
“We haven’t gotten to a bed yet,” she said, smiling.
“Good. I have no intention of letting you go. By tomorrow you’re going to be well fucked from me.”
She loved the promise in words. Slowly, he was stripping away all the layers that had once made her conform to everything she had ever known. There had been hours, even days that she would look outside, and just wonder what it would be like to be set free. To have someone who wouldn’t judge her for wanting to get wet in the rain, kiss, fuck, and laugh as they did it. She couldn’t do that because her fiancé had said she would get wet, and then it would be cold.
Everything that had looked fun, exciting, exhilarating, he had always found a way to quash. There had been no room for her to live, and right now, tears filled her eyes at the memory. At the frustration she had felt every single moment she had been living up to this point.
Vengeance stopped and cupped her face, staring into her eyes. “What’s the matter? Do you want me to stop?”
“No, I don’t. I want you to keep on fucking me, Vengeance. Please, I need you.”
He hesitated, and she cupped his face even as tears started to fall down her cheeks. She ignored them and just basked in his possession. In the need that he showed her.
Vengeance grabbed her hands, pressed them against the wall, and continued to drive inside her, over and over again. The feel of his cock was so damn good that she didn’t want it to end.
“I’m going to keep on fucking you until you beg me to stop, Constance.”
That was never going to happen. She never wanted him to stop. Would it be so wrong to finally live her own life, where she took what she wanted and loved every second? Did that make her selfish? Did it make her greedy? She was tired of living a life that others wanted for her. That was not living.
People kept telling her what she should do. Who she should be with, and never once taking a second to listen to her and what she wanted.
She was finally going to live.
The sound of the chime above the door going off sounded, but Constance didn’t look up. She was working on paperwork, trying to distract herself because all she could think about was Vengeance. God, just thinking about him had her getting chills.
“Hey, Constance.”
She glanced up when she heard the deep voice. At first she expected it to be Vengeance, because she was the only man she spoke with these days, but it wasn’t who she expected.
She felt her brows knit, not sure if she was really seeing Craig there.
“Craig, right?” She set her pen down and stared at the man who took care of the landscaping at the graveyard. She’d seen him plenty of times, but the fact he even knew who she was, let alone remembered her name, was surprising. They’d spoken one time since she started going to the cemetery, and that was so long ago she was surprised she remembered his name.
“Hi,” he said and smiled.
Although this was a bit weird, Constance chalked it up to him needing flowers, which would be why he was in a floral shop.
“How can I help you?”
He didn’t say anything for long seconds, just walked around looking at the different displays.
“Craig, anything I can help you with?”
He stopped and looked at her, this serious expression on his face. “I just wanted to see how you were doing. I normally see you at the cemetery but it’s been a while.”
She stared at him, realizing she’d never actually told him where she worked. Just as she was about to open her mouth, ask him how he knew where she’d be at, the sound of a motorcycle came through.
Constance focused on the outside, saw Vengeance
pull up to the curb, and couldn’t help but smile. Maybe she was a fool, but nothing else mattered at the moment.
One week later
Vengeance pulled his Harley in front of the flower shop, having decided to be the one to surprise Constance. He couldn’t help but smile at the last time he saw her, how they’d gone for a ride, neither needing anything but the feel of the wind on their faces, the open road beneath them, and each other.
He dismounted, took off his skullcap helmet, and made his way inside. The first thing that came to him was the scent of flowers. The scent was fresh and reminded him of Constance.
He saw her right away, but he also saw the guy that was moving closer to her, eyeing Vengeance, and bringing out all the protective instincts in him.
“Hey, baby,” he said to Constance and moved toward her. He glanced at the man again. The vibes the guy threw off were slightly proprietary and that pissed Vengeance off.
“Hi,” she said, her focus on him, her smile wide.
“You helping someone?” he said, gesturing to the guy still standing there, about to get confronted if he didn’t stop looking at Vengeance.
“I don’t know, actually,” she said and glanced at the guy. “Was there anything I can get you, Craig?”
Okay, so she knew who the guy was, but that didn’t change the fact the guy was acting shifty as fuck.
Craig shook his head. “I just wanted to check on you, make sure you were okay. I haven’t seen you at the cemetery in a while.”
“Yeah, I’ve been busy.” Vengeance saw her cheeks get red, and then he glanced at the guy again. Craig looked pissed, and that told Vengeance that the fucker was here for more than just a checking in.
“I’ll see you around.”
Craig left, and Vengeance stared at the guy the whole time. When he turned the corner and was no longer in view, Vengeance looked at Constance.
“You’re okay?”
She smiled wider and nodded. “I am. It was just weird seeing him in here, given the fact I never told him where I work.”
The red flags in Vengeance went up even higher. If someone wanted to go up against him for the right to be with Constance, well, Vengeance would go head-to-head with him.
Constance was his.
Chapter 11
Craig wanted to spit on the fucking bike but he saw the shitty looks he was getting from the scum, and he wouldn’t give them the satisfaction right now. Glancing back into the shop, he saw Constance smile up at that ugly biker, and then the man kissed what he shouldn’t.
Just the sight of the two of them together was enough to sicken him. Moving along the street, he made his way back toward his apartment near the graveyard. He hadn’t seen Constance tending to the graves of her family, and he’d been worried. No one spoke to him. No one even noticed he existed, and he was fine with that.
What he didn’t like was another man thinking he could take what didn’t belong to him. Entering his apartment, he turned on the light and looked at the picture over his fireplace. It was of Constance when she had been in high school. He’d found it online, printed it off at home, and now he stared at it every night.
Constance was such a pretty woman. A delicate flower that needed to be handled gently and with the utmost care. Looking around his apartment, there wasn’t a space that didn’t have something that reminded him of her. He even had the bottle of her favorite perfume on the coffee table.
A cardigan that she’d left at the graveyard one time was on his couch, washed and ready for her to wear.
He loved her and she was his.
Constance belonged to him, and he was getting tired of waiting. This new man posed a problem, and Craig was going to be sure to get rid of him.
Vengeance took Constance out to dinner, and she got to meet Weasel properly. He saw Weasel liked his woman, and for that, he was pleased. At the end of the night, he did the gentlemanly thing and made sure she got home safely.
“You can come in, you know?”
“I know, but I want you to have some rest. I’ve got to head out on the road for a couple of days, but the moment I get back, how do you feel about spending the rest of the weekend with me at my place, maybe hanging with the club, meeting my family?”
“I’d love that. Let me know, and I’ll make sure that I can get some time off.”
He saw the excitement in her eyes and was more than pleased that he had been the one to put it there. “I’ll call you.” He pulled her close and pressed a kiss to her cheek. She melted against him. He loved it when she did that. He lived for those moments.
It was time for her to meet Demon and the rest of the guys. It was time he let them know she was his old lady.
“Sleep tight, Constance.”
“I will. Have a safe trip.”
He waited until she closed the door and secured the lock before making his way downstairs to find Weasel still waiting.
“I like her,” Weasel said.
“It went without saying that you were going to like her. She’s a good woman.” He’d been out one night and found a pretty special woman. Shit like that didn’t happen to him, and he was just so pleased that he’d been the one to walk into the graveyard.
He frowned, looking back up at the building and then at his friend. “There was some asshole sniffing around her when I picked her up.”
“Easy enough to take if need be?” Weasel asked.
“Yep. He was at the shop talking with Constance and throwing off all kinds of fucked-up vibes.” Vengeance didn’t like the twisting he was getting in his stomach. Something was off about him, and he didn’t know what. “It’s probably nothing.”
“What is it?” Weasel asked. “It’s only going to bug you, so you may as well just tell me now, and we can get on with it.”
Vengeance rubbed the back of his neck. “That guy. I don’t know. The way he looked at Constance. The way he was fucking looking at me…”
“She’s a hottie. It’s natural for men to look. They just better not touch.”
“It’s not about her being hot or not. Maybe I’m imagining everything.” He shook his head. “I just got a bad vibe from him. Like he was looking at her as if he owned her. I didn’t like it.”
“In all fairness, Vengeance, you don’t like anyone looking at your woman.”
“I know. But something isn’t right with him. I’m going to have to watch out for him.”
“How did Constance react?”
“She seemed a little uncomfortable, maybe even surprised he was there. She said it was weird seeing him at the florist shop. He works at the graveyard.”
“Wait, what?”
“Constance likes to go to the graveyard, see her family, talk to them, and stuff. It’s where I met her. I told you all of this.”
“You did?” Weasel asked.
“I’m sure I did.”
“Whatever. I’ve had a lot to drink between all of this shit. Go on.” Weasel sat on his bike, waiting.
“She’s never seen him anywhere else, was even surprised he knew where she worked.”
“Look, it’s probably nothing. If she’s been spending all of her graveyard time with you, then of course he’s going to worry. He’s used to her pattern, and you’ve broken that pattern. Move on, and stop worrying about it.”
“I’ve invited her to spend some time at the club with the other old ladies. I think it will be good for her.”
“Deanna will love her. Constance has that vibe about her that just says they’re going to be total best friends.”
Vengeance rolled his eyes. Sometimes there was just no way of getting Weasel to talk any sense.
“Come on, let’s get out of here. I want to get on the road. Demon’s waiting.”
“Demon is always waiting for you at the moment. You spend your time with this woman. Are you going to take her away from her shitty life?”
Vengeance paused and looked at his friend.
“This is her life,” he said.
“You think that w
oman up there wants to spend the rest of her life working at a florist shop, and not getting down and dirty with you?”
Vengeance had seen a subtle change in her over the past couple of weeks. Whenever he arrived, and she hadn’t seen him yet, he saw her sadness. The moment she looked at him, saw right into him, she smiled.
In a strange kind of way, that was exactly how he felt with her. Until he saw her again there was a darkness inside him, clawing to get out, which only grew quiet when he was near Constance. Having her in his arms was a blessing, a dream, and he didn’t want to lose that, not for a second.
Straddling his bike, he waited for Weasel to pull off from the curb, and he followed behind him. Leaving Constance was growing more and more tedious. He wanted her on the back of his bike, riding with him every moment they could.
His club brothers had found a way with their old ladies. He didn’t see a reason why he couldn’t have that kind of life himself.
Being part of the Soldiers of Wrath wasn’t easy. It was hard and dangerous. Their lives were constantly under threat, but they were a brotherhood. Constance had no one else in the world.
His family could become hers, and their future twined together.
Vengeance was looking forward to getting back to her, and to giving her the chance to experience life with him.
One week later
Vengeance sat at the bar and glanced at Constance. He’d picked her up a few hours ago, took her out to dinner, and now they were hanging out at the club.
He wanted to take her to the cabin that the club owned, just spend some alone time with her, and make her see how well they fit together.
She was speaking to Deanna and the other old ladies, and it was clear she fit right in. He’d known she would, though.
He turned back and faced the bar, nursed his beer, and stared at one of the prospects who cleaned off the bar top.
