“I have no idea what I’m doing here so I need some help.” I kneeled near his injured side and waited.
Wrench breathed shallowly a few times before opening his eyes to look at me. “It’s just a flesh wound. Doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt like a son of a bitch, though.”
“I didn’t say anything about that. I asked you to tell me how to clean it up for you, since apparently you’re too good to go get taken care of with everyone else.” Leaning back onto my heels, I put my hands on my hips. I’d never been hit with a bullet, which is what I’d guess had torn a chunk out of his side, so who was I to say how much it hurt or didn’t. The other men had been complaining much more than he was.
“Go in the cabinet…” Wrench went on to tell me exactly which supplies to grab. Once I had them all, I lined them up on his desk so he could see them. Then, he instructed me on how to use each one to sterilize, clean and dress the wound with a bandage.
As I worked, he filled me in on what had happened. They’d had a shoot-out with Scrapes, whoever that was, and some had been wounded by return fire. I had no idea why they were fighting with the other biker gang, but I didn’t think I wanted to know. As I was placing the final piece of tape on his bandage, Wrench placed his hand over mine. I looked up to meet his beautiful blue eyes. He gave me a half smile as he said, “Thank you. I know we don’t exactly get along most of the time, but you didn’t have to help. I appreciate it.”
“Sure. It’s no problem. I might not like you, but I don’t want to have you dying on me. Ryan loves you, so I guess that means you can’t be all bad. Plus, she’d be a wreck if something happened to you.” I smiled at him and pulled my hand out from under his. Turning my back to him, I gathered up all the items and started to return them to the cabinet. As I was putting the last item away, I felt a hand brush my hair over my shoulder, fingers trailing down my neck. I closed my eyes at the unexpected, arousing touch. It felt better than I would’ve admitted. Then again, it had been so long since I’d had a man touch me in such a sensual way. My knees weakened when I felt a pair of soft lips land on the sensitive spot at the base of my neck.
I knew I should stop him. I knew I shouldn’t be enjoying anything this man did to me. He was an ass, he was crude and the total opposite of what I normally found attractive. My body, on the other hand, had a mind of its own. My thighs were trembling, my pussy was aching for more. I wanted to push him away, I wanted to turn and pull his face to mine. Instead, I stood still, letting him continue his sweet torture. His lips moved up my neck, kissing behind my ear.
A moan slipped unexpectedly from my lips when his tongue flicked out and ran along the edge of my ear. I felt my panties grow damp as my heart sped up in my chest. Wrench’s large hands clenched my hips momentarily before sliding up my sides to palm both of my breasts. My head fell back, resting on his bare chest. My body felt on fire; desire raged through my veins demanding more.
“Fuck, you are so responsive,” Wrench growled softly in my ear as he gently massaged my breasts, causing another moan to escape me. I heard him take a deep breath before letting out an honest to God purr. “Are your panties wet? I bet they are, with the way you keep moaning for me. Baby, this is nothing compared to what I want to do to you.”
I couldn’t speak. I was too turned on to form words. One of his hands skimmed over my stomach, pushing under my loose-fitting shorts. Biting my lower lip, I waited for him to find the throbbing center of my world. It was begging, weeping, for more of what he could give. Finally, his fingers slipped between my pussy lips, nudging against my swollen clit. Had he not moved to press against my back, holding me against him with his hand on my breast, I would’ve fallen. The pleasure that surged through me from that brief touch made my knees give out while I bit down hard on my lower lip.
Never before had I been this turned on from so little foreplay. Wrench didn’t hesitate to explore further. Slipping his finger through my gathering moisture, his teeth sank gently into my neck. Who knew teeth could feel good? With the way his lips and tongue accompanied them, it was a teasing, sensual bite. His fingers used my distraction to slip between my lower lips and tease my clit again. Prepared this time, I moaned and tightened my leg muscles. My hands, which had been fisted at my sides, slipped back to clasp onto Wrench’s hips, pulling him into me as pleasure surged through me.
It was no longer a matter of feeling good from a man I didn’t necessarily like, it was a need to come. I needed it like I needed to breathe. It felt too good to stop. I’d cry if he stopped touching me. Thankfully, his fingers continued to tease me as his mouth suckled and nibbled at my neck. I could feel his erection pressing against my back, knew that he wanted me as badly as I wanted him.
When his finger was no longer pleasing enough for me, I grabbed his wrist, stilling his movements, and turned my head towards his. I whispered as our eyes locked, “Fuck me.”
“No,” Wrench said as his hand continued flicking against my swollen, throbbing bundle of nerves, as if I wasn’t holding onto his wrist still. It felt good, but it wasn’t enough. I needed more. I needed what I hadn’t had in over a year. Squeezing his wrist, my nails digging into his skin, I tried to stop him again.
“Yes. I need it. You started this. Now finish it. Please. This isn’t enough.” I tried to turn my head to see his face, but he pressed his forehead into the side of my neck so I couldn’t see his face. His murmured curse words and a groan of aggravation were dulled by the position, but I still heard them. “Don’t be a pussy. Fuck me. You fuck everyone else. Just do it. Just this once.” I don’t know where the desperate need came from, but once he started it I couldn’t seem to stop it. I had to have more; I couldn’t deny what every molecule in my body was begging for.
“Damn it,” Wrench said, thrusting his hips against my ass.
~Patrick~
I hadn’t meant for things to go this way. I had meant to simply tell her thank you for taking care of me when most of the people around here would’ve taken advantage of my momentary weakness. Instead, a woman who I had fought with so much had quietly and efficiently taken care of my wound and asked nothing of me in return.
As soon as my fingertips brushed along her neck, I was a goner. Her skin was soft and fragrant from that distance. The scent that was uniquely hers invaded my senses and captured me. Not to mention her immediate and intense response to the barest of touches.
She needed what I could give her in the worst way. I worried that it’d be too much, but it was too late to change my mind. Her delicious moans and the way her body moved against mine were too much to deny. Especially when I plunged my fingers into her pussy and she arched her back, pressing her ass against my cock. I pushed against her, letting her feel just how turned on I was. My cock was demanding that I bend her over, put her hands against a lower shelf of the cabinet while slamming deep into her, but I tried to push those thoughts back. She was pregnant and needed more delicate care than the normal whores I fucked.
Feeling her pussy clench tightly against the two fingers in her had my cock pushing harder against my jeans. Shit, she’d be so tight around my cock. If she could barely take two fingers, my cock would have her stretched and so unbelievably tight.
I was going to simply get her off since that’s the only way I had to say thank you, but her moans and protest were eating away at my resolve. I might be an asshole, but I was still just a man deep down. I could only say no for so long before my basic needs took over. I was barely in control of them as it was. My side was throbbing, the pain was definitely there, but with my hands on this woman, I couldn’t stop. A small wound wasn’t going to stop me from finally getting the chance to explore her.
When her tiny hand slipped between our bodies, clutching at my straining cock, I moaned against her neck. She was begging me to fuck her and as hard as it was, I was trying to deny her. Make her wait until I was ready to give it to her, under my terms, not hers. However, she was so fucking sexy, I had to keep reminding myself that she wasn’t just ano
ther house whore that I could fuck and kick out. I need to play this right or I’d have to deal with the fallout from Ryan and Ellis.
Her sweet little pussy gripped my fingers as I slid them in and out of her. A low moan slipped from her lips as her hips writhed against mine. The hand that wasn’t rubbing against my cock, reached up into my hair, pulling me closer to her.
“Oh my god, that feels good,” she groaned, spreading her feet wider, giving me better access.
Fuck, her pussy was drenched, her inner muscles clenching tightly against my fingers as I pumped them in and out of her.
I wanted in her in the worst way, but I continued to fight my desires to plunge into her. I was going to make her come on my fingers because I was determined not to give in and give her my cock. No matter how many times I had to repeat that to myself, I wasn’t giving in.
All this was supposed to be was a thank you. That’s all this was. A way to pay her back. I didn’t want to be indebted to anyone. A good orgasm for patching me up. Seemed like a fair trade to me.
Letting my hand roam her body, I massaged her tits. They were perfectly sized for my hands, just enough, but not too much. I closed my eyes and imagined what her nipples would look like. I bet they’d be perfect and delicious.
Shaking my head, I nipped at the side of her neck. Teasing her, biting her gently, I could feel her tense and release her pussy muscles when I did it. She fucking loved it. Kinky girl.
Her hand was trying to unzip my jeans, but I pulled my hips back so she couldn’t touch my cock anymore.
“No, baby, this is about you,” I whispered into the side of her neck, increasing the rhythm of my fingers to distract her from the rejection. I bit down on the side of her neck just as both her hands tightened their grip on the shelf in front of her, her entire body tensing as she threw back her head and released a long, sexy as hell moan. Her pussy flooded my hand with her release at the same time.
That was so incredibly sexy. I don’t think a woman had come for me like that in forever.
Melia was breathing hard, still leaning against me. The long line of her neck was exposed. God, I wanted to bite her again and fuck her hard. I wouldn’t, even though I’m pretty sure she’d let me.
“You are welcome,” I whispered into her ear before nipping the lobe. She lifted her eyes to meet mine over her shoulder. One of her eyebrows was lifted in a question. “For your orgasm. The best one you’ll ever have.”
Instantly, I knew that I’d said something she didn’t like. I could almost see the walls being erected around her again. She pulled my hand out from her pants and tossed it away from her as if it disgusted her.
“See, there you go being a complete dickhead again. I knew this was a mistake. Just so you know, this won’t be happening again,” Melia sneered at me before walking out the office door, making sure to slam it behind her.
I moved over to my desk, carefully sitting down in my chair. My side was killing me, but it’d been worth it. Getting to touch Melia in such an intimate way had been incredible. I’d thought she was a stuck-up bitch since I’d first met her. Then she’d come in and patched me up even though she had no idea what she was doing. Whew, and the way she’d practically turned liquid in my arms, that had been amazing. I’d love to get her under me or over me, but I really didn’t need that headache.
She was pregnant with my sister’s kids, for heaven’s sake. So wrong and gross on so many levels.
My head was all over the place. I couldn’t seem to figure out how I felt about Melia or what I was going to do about her. I hated her for reminding me of my ex, I hated her for being pregnant, but shit, I loved the way she moaned and reacted to even my desire to bite her. All the whores hated when I bit them. Call it a fetish or whatever, I liked a little nibble. I loved seeing my mark on the women I fucked.
While I knew Melia thought I was being a dickhead for it, it was the truth. All I was good for when it came to females was getting them off. I couldn’t seem to do anything else right when it came to them. Not that I tried all that hard. I barely thought twice about a woman unless I was fucking her. They were always asking me for shit I didn’t want to give them anyway. Money, cars, drugs. None of which I’d give any whore. Money was hard-earned around the club. Cars, you bought yourself. And drugs weren’t acceptable at all.
I’d had my go-round with drugs and it had been hell to get clean and stay clean. I wouldn’t allow that shit back around me or my men. It was toxic and killed everything important in your life. Booze was nearly as bad, but I had more control over that shit.
As much as I loved my sister, things had been hell on me after our parents had been killed in a car accident. I’d taken custody of her because I thought I was man enough and it’d seemed like the right thing to do at the time. I’d only been nineteen. She was sixteen. I had just graduated high school after being held back for a year because I kept getting into fights and getting expelled so I kept failing classes. Trying to support myself by working at a garage turning wrenches, working on bikes, had been tough. My parents hadn’t been the best parents, but I realized all that they had done for us when I took Ryan in.
Feeding and caring for another person was tough work. Especially when that person had a personality like Ryan. Spunky, hard-headed little shit. I’d hid as much of my life from her as I could, though. I didn’t want her knowing that I was doing drugs. That I already had a drinking problem even though I wasn’t even legally able to drink yet. It didn’t matter though, all the guys at the shop always got me beer. They didn’t care if I was fall-down, black-out drunk every night. All they cared about was that I was there the next day to get work done, hung over or not.
Somehow I’d managed to keep my shit together and hidden from my teenage sister, until she up and joined the military. I would’ve fought her tooth and nail over that decision. That environment wasn’t the place for my little sister, but she didn’t give me the option, surprise surprise. She just said I’m doing it and I didn’t have time to change her mind before she left for boot camp. I was pissed at the time. Shit spun the fuck out of control when I no longer had a sister to worry about keeping up appearances for.
Thank God for Ryan though. As much of a pain in the ass as she had been when she was younger, she had saved my life more times than I could count. Not that she knew — I’d never tell her how bad things had gotten. It was her phone calls that gave me something to look forward to. If I didn’t answer, she’d get all pissed off and call everyone she knew, until someone came and made me talk to her. I’d probably have OD’d if those fuckers hadn’t found me when they had multiple times.
It’s pretty fucking crazy to think that it all started with a hit at a party when I was upset after my girl broke my heart. Chasing the high nearly killed me. My sister had saved me. That’s the only reason I let her get away with the shit she did. Sure, I’d give her a hard time, but in the end, I’d do anything for her. Including protecting those babies Melia had in her belly. If only I could get my head on straight about the woman carrying them.
~Melia~
Shit. Shit. Shit. What had I just done? Had that seriously happened? I hated him. I must have lost my damn mind.
Running quickly up to my room after leaving Wrench’s office, I slammed the door then leaned against it. If I wasn’t so afraid of running into Wrench, I would go back down and help take care of everyone in any way that I could. Fear held me immobilized though. What I would say if I did? Thankfully he’d made some smart-ass comment and it’d shaken me out of whatever trance I’d obviously fallen into. I would never admit that, sadly, it had been one of the best orgasms I’d ever had. Everything down there was so sensitive with the pregnancy, but I didn’t realize what a good thing that could be.
Stripping down, I jumped into the shower. I had to wash his scent off me. Not that it smelled bad — it smelled very good, but I didn’t want the reminder of what had just happened following me around. After a quick rinse off, I put on clean panties and climbed into bed.
I hadn’t even been there for a week and already I was falling apart. Three more weeks. I could do it. I just had to stay away from Wrench and stay with Ryan as much as possible. Couldn’t be that hard. He was always working and she always wanted to touch my belly.
I managed to escape any confrontations with Wrench after that day in his office for nearly two weeks. The few times I’d seen him Ryan had been with me, so he’d steered clear unless it was to give her a hard time. She’d throw a fit and yell at him, but as soon as he was gone, she’d tell me she just liked to keep him on his toes and remind him that all women weren’t doormats like the ones who were constantly around the house. We spent a good amount of time by or in the pool, so I had a slight tan going, but I tried to stay under the umbrella as much as I could because the sun was blistering hot even in the shade. Not to mention tan lines were ugly.
I’d gotten good at following the doctors orders. Staying in bed kept me away from everyone and helped me avoid running into a certain someone. I did pick up a new habit, though — I started cooking dinner for everyone every couple of nights. Apparently they always ate delivery or fast food. I could only take that for so long before I pushed to start cooking. Then I learned that you didn’t cook for just one, or even five people in the house. You cooked for everyone that was there. It was like feeding an army, but they were all thankful for the homemade cooking and it made me feel useful. Sometimes it was my only venture out of my room all day and was my escape. Ryan helped too so it wasn’t nearly as much work than if I’d have tried to do it on my own. Occasionally, Wrench would join everyone, but most of the time he would grab a plate of food and head back to his office without even saying thank you. I was okay with that. I was afraid once I started talking to him, I’d start yelling.
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