“So, I’m getting fucked too, hmmm?” I giggle, following behind as he rounds the corner of the building. I’m practically thrown up against the brick, his body coming to mine in a hurry as if he can’t feel me fast enough.
“Bet your sweet ass, you are. I’m gonna fuck you so hard, you won’t be feeling anyone else there but me—ever. I’ll be your goddamn Nightmare all night tonight, baby, and you’ll be my daydream.”
Those words coming from his mouth as he pulls my shorts free are like ice on a hot day. Just what I need to hear for my core to crave him sinking blissfully deep into me. Most men are pansies, overworking to get me to spread my legs for them. Nightmare, however, gets right to it.
“Then fuck me, Nightmare,” I whisper, relenting and his eyes alight with a fiery storm. He’s big and strong and hung like a goddamn horse. His cock stirring between his legs is the biggest dick I’ve ever seen in my life. Long and thick and needy, exactly what I want from him. He’s right about me never feeling anyone else. How could I with a man like him?
“Oh my God.” Gasping in delight, I take his length in my hand—my fingers not being able to touch each other, his girth is so dense.
“That’s right, dollface, you won’t be walking tomorrow.” He winks, a roguish grin painted on his lips.
You know how many guys say that shit and then it never holds true? All of them. In this case, Nightmare is one hundred percent telling the truth, and for the first time in my life, I’m scared of a cock.
Pulling my hand free, he takes both my wrists in one of his much bigger hands. Nightmare posts them above my head, against the rough brick behind me. He wraps his other arm with muscles the size of my thighs around my waist, lifting me clear off the ground. The man clearly knows what he wants and fuck if it isn’t unbelievably sexy.
A small moan escapes my lips at his movements. The control and no hesitation on his part has me panting to have him inside me. His cock bobs, straight up, seeking out my center. It’s so fucking big, he doesn’t even need his hands. He simply lowers me down on him, my pussy swallowing him up like the greedy, overly excited bitch she is.
One powerful bounce of his hips and I’m sliding down farther, his length ripping through me in the most delicious ways that I’ve experienced.
“Sweet baby Jesus,” I groan, and he chuckles darkly. “You are one big boy.”
“I didn’t descend from above beautiful; I ascended from hell. Nothing good and pure could have a cock like this. And I’m all man, no boy around here,” he growls and drives into me hard.
I scream loudly and love every second of the pain, of the perfection. There was a reason he was holding out on me, but no more. I may not be able to walk tomorrow, but I’ll make sure he’s so satisfied that he never wants another.
He may believe he’s from hell, an outlaw biker who’s mean and dangerous. But I don’t agree with him. Nothing this perfect could come from below.
He fucks me with purpose, the rough edges of the brick scraping my back with each harsh drive. I don’t know if he’s proving his point to me or trying to make me praise God about him some more. His arm must be torn to shit as well from bracing me and taking the brunt of his motions.
“You gonna cry, baby?” he mutters, watching me with delight. He must be used to weak women. I may not be too strong, but one thing I’m not is weak. And if I were, I’d never let a man like this see it. He needs a mate that can match him, and I’m determined to be that one for him.
“No, I want it harder.”
His eyes widen as his eyebrows raise, surprised at my admission. “Harder?” He must not be used to hearing that request.
“Yes, harder, Nightmare. Make me feel you.”
“Oh, you’ll feel it all right.” It’s muttered darkly as his body slams into mine, the breath nearly leaving my lungs as he sinks into me fully. There’s hasn’t been a man like him before, and it has me spinning. He’s purely sinful, everything I crave and desire, yet everything I shouldn’t have, everything that’s bad for me.
Nightmare calls to my dark side, I want to drink a little more, take another pill, and fuck even harder. He could be my destruction, yet it’s the first time he’s been this close to me—the first time I’ve felt him.
He bounces his hips again, thighs with thick muscles, built like some sort of Greek god. His cock drives through my core, taking its pleasure and giving me mine in return. He’s so deep that his dick hits the perfect spot. One more caress and his cock has me grinding into him, seeking more.
“More, please, right there!” I call, my eyes clamping shut as the sensations begin to make me see bright colors behind my eyelids. “Ohmygod more, just fuck me, already!”
The words flip a switch; he drops my wrists, his free hand coming to my throat. One harsh squeeze, cutting off my breath has me coming, a scream fighting to break free as he pounds into me. It must be the tipping point for him too, as he stares at me full of fury, pumping into me over and over, so quickly that my head hits the brick. It hurts, but each sample of pain only heightens my pleasure he so easily supplies me with.
Gasping, my mouth falls open as dizziness starts to cloud my vision. His forehead is against mine, his mouth taking my own with a vengeance as his cock bursts inside my core. His cum is hot and thick, each splash warming my center in a blissful assault, and all I can think of is how I want more.
I want all of it, everything he’ll give me. I want him.
“Fuck, you’re sexy when your cheeks redden like that,” Nightmare mutters, and it brings me out of the memory, of the first time he had me. The first time I had a piece of him. It was the night he possessed my body and my soul. I knew he owned me.
“Ummm,” I reply, blinking quickly, trying to clear the thoughts away.
“You okay, Bethany?” Princess interrupts, garnering my attention.
“Yeah, just a little…dizzy.” Sighing, I gulp some of the Sprite down.
This is why I can’t drink around Nightmare. He doesn’t even have to touch me; the memories alone could make me self-destruct.
I’m a daydreamer
and a night thinker.
My knuckles brush her flushed cheek, and her breath catches. She’s so fucking beautiful. I was stupid to let her slip through my fingers the last time we were together. Each time I’m around her, I see more and more what I’ve been missing out on.
Had I never been attacked, I’d like to think things would’ve turned out differently. She was so fuckin’ crazy back then, too. Just plain wild; I would’ve loved taming her. I doubt there would’ve been any dull moments between the two of us.
“Please?” she mumbles as her head turns to the side away from my touch. Almost as if it hurts her each time I do it. I don’t know why she’s being like this, so stubborn. I’ll break through her barrier; I just need a little more time with her relaxed like this.
“Dollface?” I stare down at her, wanting to place her cheeks in my palms and own her lips.
“Just stop touching her already!” Princess interrupts, about to take a step forward when Viking catches her arm, holding her in place.
Flashing an irritated glare in his direction, one he’s easily able to read, I remain quiet. He needs to keep his bitch in check. I’m getting real tired of her attitude toward me when I’ve done nothing but be respectful toward her since day one. She has no reason to treat me the way she does, and I’ve kept my mouth shut, but enough is enough.
I don’t want to disrespect my Prez or his ol’ lady, but if she doesn’t butt the fuck out, I will say something. It’ll get ugly, but me and Vike have been cool for a long time. He'll at least hear me out before he tries to break my neck.
“Cinderella,” he warns gruffly at my glower and pulls her closer to him. He whispers something into her hair behind her ear that we can’t hear. Whatever it is, she doesn’t like it, but her trap stays closed, and, for that, I’m grateful.
“Come here, B, do a shot with me.” My hand grasps the tips of her fingers to tug
her toward me a little more.
“I can’t.” Her head shakes, her eyes sad.
“Fuck this shit.” Princess steps forward, furious, not heeding Viking’s warning any longer. “Here’s an idea, Nightmare. Don't fucking touch her anymore! Can’t you get the message? You didn’t want her when she was pregnant with your kid; why the fuck should you have her now? You’re a real piece of shit, you know that? All this time I’ve kept my mouth shut out of respect for Viking and Bethany, but I’m done. You deserve to at least get one ass chewing from us. What kind of motherfucker deserts his own kid? You shouldn’t even be anywhere near her, you piece of shit! You’re lucky I didn’t slit your throat myself,” she spits out angrily, staring me down like I’m worse than the scum on the bottom of toilet.
Her words begin to register, and my stomach turns. I feel sick like I could puke. My first thought is that it can’t be true. I can’t have kids; the doc told me a long time ago that my guys were slow swimmers. I guess it doesn’t mean I couldn’t have kids for the rest of my life, but at the time, he told me not to be too concerned about getting anyone pregnant.
But with Bethany? How did this happen and I didn’t know. My kid? With her?
My eyes flash to my brother, but his are wide with shock as well. He didn’t know, and that brings me a little bit of peace, knowing he didn’t betray me. But Princess no doubt knew, and she took all those visits to see Bethany and my kid. And then B, staying away for so many years and then showing up out of the blue, and what thinking we’d forget who she was or some shit?
My eyes snap back to the woman in question. Tears drip down her cheeks, and she looks so fucking guilty. She’s kept this from me this whole time. She made my son into a big dirty fucking secret and kept that secret from me, his own father.
I’ve never wanted to knock someone’s teeth in so fucking badly in my entire life. I’ve never felt such fury, such deception, either. My body becomes hot, shaking taking over my limbs as I attempt to stay rooted in place.
For this right here, I could kill her. In this moment, I’d love to wrap my hands around her throat and squeeze until she takes her last breath. She took something from me. She stole from me. She stole something I can never get back. Time.
A roar escapes, loud enough to be heard over everything in the bar. Rage overtakes my vision as I slam my hands to the bar, swiping my arm through the glasses. They fly in all directions, glass shattering as it lands everywhere.
“You fucking bitch!” I yell—beyond pissed. How could she do this to me? I’ve done nothing to deserve this treatment from her. My hands clench in fists, the shaking making me feel like my body’s completely losing it.
My gaze clouded, I snatch her arm, yanking her to me, with such force her mouth pops open, and her eyes widen, terrified at my outburst. “You fucking stole from me, woman. I should take your motherfuckin’ life for that shit. I got a kid—a motherfuckin’ kid—you kept from me? That boy you got with you, he belong to me, Bethany?”
“Ummm…” She stutters, breathing heavy, shocked.
“You should be scared, bitch. You open that fucking trap right now and you tell me if that’s my kid. Don’t you dare lie either; I’ll cut your goddamn tongue out if you try that shit. You fuckin’ feel me?”
Every eye in the bar is trained on us. I don’t do this; I don’t lose control—not ever and not in front of my brothers. I’m the calm one who’s always pissed off but keeps to myself. They don’t see me yell, and I’m usually only violent in front of Exterminator when we need to torture somebody.
And I never raise my voice at women. I saw my father do it too many times in the past that I promised myself to never be anything like him. But this woman has me angrier right now than I’ve ever been in my entire damn life. I’ve never wanted to beat the life out of someone like I do right now. I feel so hurt and betrayed it’s consuming any feelings I had for her.
“Yes,” she replies, her lip wobbling as tears rain down her face.
“You get the fuck back to that house and check on my son. And don’t you dare think about running, ‘cause I will hunt you down to the ends of the earth if I have to. Tomorrow we talk, but right now…right now you get the fuck outta my sight, so I don’t do something I’ll regret down the road.” I release her roughly to where she stumbles back a few steps and Princess catches her.
Princess’ empathetic gaze meets mine; she bites her lip and whispers, “I’m so sorry, Night; I thought you knew.”
I glare at her for a moment then turn my back to her. Blaze immediately sets a glass down with a bottle of Jack beside it. Any man here knows I’m getting wasted. I have to drown out this demon trying to break free before he causes unfixable damage. If I let myself free and I end up hurting B for this, I will never forgive myself for it.
She thought I knew? How could I? And how could they believe I’d be a deadbeat father? No one has a clue about my life growing up; it’s nobody’s business, so they just assumed I’d be a shitty dad? Fuck that.
Yes, I’m dangerous. Yes, I’m violent. Yes, I’m an outlaw biker that was a Nomad for many years.
Not once in my lifetime have I ever hurt a woman, nor have I hurt a child or treated them wrongly. Sure I’ve been a dick, fucked then left, but they always knew the score. Bethany knew what it was all about from the start.
Her question that night comes back to me, the last time I saw her.
“We don’t need a condom? What if I get pregnant?”
“I’m sterile and clean; I told you this the other night when we fucked.”
“Right, I’m just being paranoid.”
I kept kissing down her neck, sinking inside that tight cunt of hers, not thinking anything more.
Shaking my head, I take a large gulp of Jack. I’m a goddamn idiot, and she knew; she had to. After that conversation, it was like she was a ragdoll, not into it. I waved it off as her not feeling well. But she was fucking pregnant, with my kid inside her, and she never said another word about it.
Growling, I slosh more liquid in the tumbler and drain it. I hear Viking and Princess arguing behind me before he finally cuts her off.
“My brother needs me tonight. You go find her and deal with that shit,” he says angrily, and the barstool beside me fills with his oversized body. No kiss or anything goodbye to his woman. Yep, he’s pissed. It’s shitty, but it makes me feel a touch better knowing that he was clueless and that he’s angry too.
Sure, it didn’t happen to him, but his ol’ lady was keeping secrets again, and the last time that happened there was a huge blowout between them. I was in the room next door to them, and they like to yell when they argue. They’re supposed to be getting married in two days, too, and this pops off.
Just fucking great. I hate being the source for the drama this time around. It wasn’t voluntary that much is certain. I can’t believe the Ice Queen knew and didn’t say shit this entire time. She thought I knew? No wonder she treated me like dog shit all the time.
He signals for a cup, and Blaze grabs another tumbler. Viking pours his nearly to the top and takes a healthy swig, sighing.
“Don’t know what the fuck to say, brother. I’m just gonna sit here, so you aren’t alone. We don’t have to say shit if you don’t wanna, just know, I’m here.”
I nod. I’m not a talker, but I’m so damn mad inside, I should open my mouth. If I don’t get it out somehow and drown it with the alcohol, I’m liable to throw a couple bodies in a dumpster and light that shit on fire.
“Truthfully…I want to kill someone right now.”
“Bet. Want to head into Austin to one of the bars? We may at least find a fight.”
Draining the rest of the Jack, I turn his way. “Let’s fucking do it. I need to pound something, and a low-life piece of shit may help get some of it out.”
“All right then.” He lets out a sharp whistle, calling everyone’s attention. “Bitches need to stay back, we’re gonna take care of some shit.”
The club sluts look disap
pointed, a few wives worried, but the guys? They’re up for a good fight any day of the week. Most of us have demons inside we like to expunge when we have the chance to, and tonight’s definitely one of them. I need to hurt someone, to get this blackness out that’s trying to take over my heart.
We all load up on our bikes, the rumble of the club rolling out together sounding more of an angry roar. No doubt they’ll hear us coming, wherever we end up. May God be on their side, ‘cause they’re damn sure gonna need His help tonight.
I slept terrible last night. I couldn’t stop crying, and now my face is so puffy, I look like I ate a giant marshmallow. Princess was livid. It's been a long time since I’ve seen her that upset over something and it was directed at me.
She feels like she’s helped me betray her ol’ man by keeping my secret. I hate that she thinks that. It was entirely my fault; I take full responsibility for it.
Sure, I didn’t tell Viking, and neither did she, but Princess believed that she was just keeping mine and Nightmare’s business private. But it was only my business since Nightmare didn’t even know about it.
I can’t believe it went down like that last night; what a clusterfuck. I can’t be angry at my best friend for saying something; I can only be upset at myself over this whole thing. I shouldn’t have kept Maverick’s existence from Nightmare; but, at the time, I believed I was doing the right thing. I felt like I was protecting my son, and I would most likely do the same thing if I were to go through it again.
Night was livid; I’ve never seen him like that. But was he angry because I kept Maverick secret from him, or was he angry that he has a child? Or that he has a kid and didn’t know about it? Is he happy about it at all?
I know he was mad, but know nothing else. I wish he’d have told me his feelings last night. We’re supposed to talk today, and part of me is terrified he’s going to kill me.
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