Riding Resistance: Soul Shifterz MC

by Kayce Kyle

  “It’s Ty, bro,” he says as he opens the door and they both lower their guns but I keep mine drawn.

  I still wanna know why this dude’s so curious about my girl. I just know something’s up and I can’t put my finger on it quite yet.

  “Whoa, man,” Ty says in surrender as he puts his arms up. “Just came by to check on y’all, and Jenalyn of course. See if there was anything I could do. I come in fucking peace, Justice. Chill bro.”

  Very fucking slowly, and never taking my eyes off him I lower my gun.

  “Forgive his tacky ass manners, Ty. Come in,” Jenalyn says half rolling her eyes at me and grabbing his arm pulling him inside.

  I shake my head at her. She’s too trusting and it fucking scares me.

  Ty’s never done anything to make me not trust him. Until his sudden interest in Jenalyn.

  We all sit down on my overstuffed, sectional black leather couch. I tug Jen’s arm and she sits next to me. I inch a bit closer, closing any distance to where our legs and bodies are touching. She gives me her normal irritated look but I don’t give a fuck. I keep my gun out, and in my lap.

  To my surprise, she does the same. Maybe she is picking up a vibe from Ty. Or maybe it’s just her natural instincts still intact. Either way, it makes me happy and I’m not questioning it.

  The silence in the room is deafening. My eyes never leave Ty.

  Poor fucking Tess looks like a scared little puppy sitting damn near in Ace’s lap. She hasn’t uttered a word since we got here.

  Jen breaks the awkward silence. “How’s your jaw, Tess?”

  Tess’ eyes widen when she hears her name. It seemed to almost startle her, and naturally my brother is immediately to her rescue. Pulling her in closer to him. Oh, boy, he’s already head over fucking heels. I can just tell.

  “It’s better, Jen. Clarke and Ace.” She pauses and gives Ace the most nauseatingly puppy love look I might have ever seen. “They took really good care of me. I’ve got a bruise and it’s swollen, but nothing a bit of makeup can’t fix.” She winks at Jenalyn.

  Apparently, she fucking wants him just as bad. Dammit if I have to see and hear this nauseating bullshit for however long, I might kick their asses out.

  “Good.” Jen smiles at her. “I don’t know where shit is around here, but if we need anything I’ll figure it out. Our host is doing a poor job.” She cuts her eyes to me followed by a snarky little grin.

  I’ve about had enough of her fucking sassing. It causes a range of emotions to build inside me. Fluctuating from anger, humor, finally settling on needing to fuck her straight. I wanna take her right now and fuck her on every surface possible.

  I always have Ty in the corner of my eye. I’m trained for this and surely he knows what I’m capable of. I would hope he wouldn’t be stupid enough to ever try anything.

  “So, Ty what really brings you by here?” my girl blurts out. “Me? I mean, I do have Justice and Ace.” Her tone never faltering.

  Once again my eyes narrow in anticipation. Ready for anything as I clench my pistol a bit tighter awaiting his answer. Silently I cheer my baby on in my head.

  It’s a damn fine day watching her break free from that shell and claim her rightful place in this club. Pres will be fucking thrilled.

  “It’s as simple as I said. I wanted to check up on you. Joker and I share a place and this is on my way home,” Ty bluntly states.

  “Hmm,” Jen mumbles.

  “You can expect more of it, too,” Ty continues, causing me to stand straight up.

  “The fuck do you mean by that? I’m Pres’ enforcer and I ain’t been told shit about that!”

  Ty stands up after me, across the way. The only thing separating us is my coffee table and fucking thin air.

  “Go drink some fucking beers man,” Ty tells me. “I’m happy Jen’s got you, but I think this whole club will agree we all care about her safety. Considering she is Pres’ daughter and a fucking target.”

  I cock my head to one side trying not to just shoot this lippy motherfucker on the spot. “Yeah, we all care about her safety. Those who mean her harm will die a slow painful death…by me.”

  Ty shakes his head and insults me with his smirk. “I’ll see y’all later.” He makes eye contact with everyone but me, then leaves.

  I walk to the window until I see him get on his bike and leave, reminding me that I never even heard that motherfucker pull up. Probably because it’s a half acre to my front door. Still, have we gotten so used to the sound of our bikes it’s just so natural now? I’m gonna have to pay closer attention to that shit. My questions about Ty have increased. I need to call Joker.

  I also need to call Vault over. He’s our special intel and does all our technical shit we need done. I need some fucking cameras up in this bitch. Especially now that my girl’s back home and with me.

  Jenalyn

  Justice is standing by the window like a guard dog, or a creeper. I haven’t settled on which one exactly yet.

  Now he’s pulling out his phone, so I’ll take this time to go check out his house completely.

  “Tess, come on, let’s go check this place out.”

  She appears eager and excited. Probably just so she can ask me questions I can’t really answer, and get away from some of this tension.

  As we walk through Justice’s house, I notice the dark chestnut colored stained concrete floors he has throughout. It’s a three bedroom two and a half bath house. It’s very modern to my surprise. I noticed it immediately, well what I could see of it, when I first entered. It’s also just a really large one story. Every room so far has more than enough space. Most needing to be filled a little more. Nothing the touch of my hand, and imagination can’t fix.

  His kitchen has all stainless steel appliances. Only his refrigerator blends completely in with his mocha colored cabinets. Briefly I wonder to myself if I’m even really in Justice’s house. The walls are painted white, making his furniture and appliances stand out, but I may have to do something about that. I like color, and lots of it. His walls are pretty bare as well. He has his mom’s photograph framed and on his white stone fireplace. That fireplace will need some color also. No biggie. I can stain it myself.

  As we make it to the master bedroom, my jaw just about hits the floor when I see my dream bed. I pinch myself quickly. It’s a beautiful Cherrywood canopy bed, with a black leather pleated headboard. Two matching nightstands, and a matching dresser.

  Mounted above his dresser I notice the only television I’ve seen so far. An enormous flat screen of some sort. Unless he’s hiding one in a closet. I mean, it wouldn’t shock me at this point. I’ve already reached that point.

  “Holy shit!” Breaks free from Tess’ mouth.

  “Yeah, my thoughts exactly.” As I look at her in astonishment.

  We make our way into the master bathroom as the door is open and besides his bedroom, this is gonna be my favorite part.

  We don’t even make it two feet into his bathroom before my heart flutters and Tess verbally reacts again.

  “Get the fuck out!” Tess takes the words straight out of my mouth.

  The lighter aged looking stained concrete paves the floor, and it is enormous. Double marbled countertop sinks. The same dark mocha colored cabinets beneath them. A shower with dual shower heads and a fucking seat in the corner. What in the actual fuck?

  Across from that, is a huge jetted tub with a blurred looking glass window above it. Oh, the fun I’ll have in that. Wonder if I can get Justice’s big ass in there with me?

  Looking at Tess. “What are the chances I can get Mr. Scary McHottie pants in there with me?”

  “Eh, I’d say slim to none,” she replies. “Jen, check this shit out.”

  I know by now I must look ridiculous as my eyes widen as large as silver dollars. He has a walk-in closet fit for, well, me. “This thing is just asking for a new wardrobe,” I say only half teasing.

  “Having fun?” Ace asks looking amused as he leans against t
he door frame.

  “Why yes, yes we are,” Tess replies as she walks up to him and kisses him on the cheek whispering something in his ear.

  “Now I wanna see the backyard,” I say pushing past their little intimate moment.

  “Oh my fucking God!” I gasp, when I notice a beautiful kidney shaped pool with a tiny stone waterfall attached. Not to mention a sectioned off Jacuzzi.

  Justice is beside me in mere seconds. “What is it?”

  Once he notices all my excitement was fawning over his pool and all the fun I imagine we’re gonna have in it, he blows out a sigh of relief followed by his verbal annoyance.

  “Christ, Jen. Calm yourself. It’s a pool. Save the theatrics for when it really matters, baby,” he says as he smacks my ass before tucking his cell phone into his pocket.

  Ace and Tess soon arrive to see what the fuss was about, but quickly realized it wasn’t any form of danger.

  “Hey bro, we’re gonna take this room down the hall. We’re pretty tired from last night. Mind if we retreat for a bit?” Ace questions.

  “Yeah, whatever. Vault is coming over to install some cameras later.” Justice throws out there. “We’ll probably take shifts for now. Sound good?”

  “Sounds good,” Ace replies and he and Tess retreat to one of the spare bedrooms.

  They may be tired, but I know what they’re really up to. The same thing I wanna be doing right now. I wanna tease Justice so bad about his feminine looking bathroom, but decide to wait until after I seduce him.

  Chapter 16

  Jenalyn

  “So when exactly is Vault coming over?” I grab the front of his black leather cut and pull him in closer.

  I can feel his eyes daring me as I trace, and devour every inch of his body visually. Knowing exactly what lies beneath all that clothing, driving me wild inside.

  “Later,” he says in a very low deep tone, gently cupping my face-acknowledging my silent plea to feel him in every way possible.

  “Well, that’s good,” I reply through what is now deep, heavy breathing. My head tilts back and forth as I inhale, and take in both his scent and sculpted form.

  I look down and can already see his dick fully erect and calling out for me.

  I am purposefully avoiding actual eye contact. I’m so damn turned on right now, I may just claim victory and release by looking into his dark sultry eyes.

  As I reach down to wrap my hand around his length, he grasps at my wrist. “Thought you needed a break?”

  His question forces our eyes to meet so I can answer. “I did, but am suddenly feeling better.” My face begins to burn as our eyes connect, and my lips quiver just thinking of how bad I need him inside me. How bad I want his cock in my mouth.

  He hasn’t let me push the boundaries yet, but I am certainly gonna try.

  I claim his wrist in my hand as he lets mine go, and start to walk while pulling him toward his bedroom. He lets me and I can feel the heat as it builds between my thighs.

  Once in the bedroom, I shut and lock his door.

  I gently push him onto the bed and he sits there. He quickly removes his boots and the gun tucked away in them, setting it on the bed. Something about that gun lying right beside where we’re about to fuck, adds to my excitement.

  Justice begins to unbuckle his belt, and I stop him. “No.”

  He doesn’t argue. I toe my shoes off, then remove my jeans. Leaving me in only my white crop topped T-shirt and white laced thong. I like that we’re gonna do this my way this time.

  Unbuckling his belt, he helps me strip him down to absolutely nothing, to my surprise. He’s gone commando. Not sure when that change happened, nor do I even care at this moment.

  The moan that escapes him is all the assurance I need that I’m fulfilling his need by freeing his very hard, and erect cock.

  “Mmmm.” flows freely from my throat at the very sight as I grab the base of his dick firmly. I trace the underneath of his balls with my fingers first, massaging them. I then lick and trace them with my tongue, all as I gently begin stroking his cock.

  Eventually, I make my way to the underneath side of his dick, I glide my tongue all the way to its tip. Opening and wrapping my mouth around his large girth proves to be a task in itself.

  I lower my head until I take him in my mouth completely. His taste already coats my tongue as his pre-cum provides all the lubrication I need.

  Slowly, I suck and stroke his cock at the same time. Every so often I take time to pay special attention to the tip, as I lick and suck on it. Continually, and sensually, claiming him. Taking him so far into my mouth, I can feel it as his length makes contact with the very back of my throat.

  His fists clench the bedspread as he groans out in pleasure.

  As I continue sucking, licking, and drinking him in, he suddenly stops me. I knew I wouldn’t get complete control.

  He never says a word; he just slides my top over my head and unclasps my bra in a hurry. Removing his own shirt and cut abruptly, he tosses everything to the side.

  Following his lead now, I strip my thong off.

  He lifts me up, carries me to the bed laying me down. “Time for me to pleasure my baby also.”

  He then lays down beside me, pulling my naked body up and over on top of him. Perfectly planting my pussy on top of his face and mouth.

  As I pick right back up where I left off, I feel his warm mouth and tongue begin to lick and skim my clit.

  Our pleasure builds with every move the other one makes.

  I remove my hand from around his cock, and suck with only my mouth. Freeing my hands to play with his balls. Skimming over them with just my fingertips.

  Suddenly I feel the inward push of his tongue as it dives straight inside of me. In and out he licks and sucks on my clit and pussy. When his tongue is busy roaming about inside me, he uses his fingers stimulating my now throbbing clit.

  My sucking and licking picks up in pace as his mouth sends tiny shockwaves throughout my entire body. I can feel myself about to spill over the edge into bliss.

  My toes begin to curl as I feel my own walls quicken as my release is found.

  Justice is also knocking on heaven’s gate as his already hard cock stiffens even more so. Every now and then I feel my teeth gently graze, gliding across his dick. His body reacting as he tenses underneath me. Finally letting go, he releases right into my mouth.

  The warmth of his orgasm fills my mouth as it trails down the back of my throat and I swallow every bit. Licking and sucking every last offering he has to give.

  “Now, that tastes like it belongs to me,” I turn my head toward him saying. My ass and wet pussy still very much in his face, as I’m on all fours hovering over him.

  He grabs me by my waist flipping me over onto my back, my head now at the foot of the bed.

  He hovers over me now, holding himself up by his arms. Our faces are dangerously close as my heart does flips in anticipation of what he’s about to do to me next.

  It seems like an eternity, but is only a matter of seconds that he stares intently at me. So much so, that I’m sure he’s reached the depth of my very soul. His eyes burning through me, both mentally and physically.

  I can feel his still very hard cock pressing against my opening, but not for too long before he fills me wholly and completely.

  I cry out briefly at the intensity. He was observing me, as if a mental power struggle had just happened. He had just visually feasted on me, before taking me by complete surprise.

  Once again, he claims control over me, almost as if he’s having the last word.

  Seizing my wrists, he pins them behind, then above my head.

  He’s fierce and swift as he slides his cock in, and out of me.

  With each new depth, he reaches inside of me, his cock grazes and taunts my clit. Reaching that certain spot inside, only he has ever managed to discover.

  It feels so good I cannot help but to scream out uncontrollably. Which is quickly followed by the unintention
al biting down on my lower lip as again, he sends me over the edge. As I do so, he finds his own release.

  Justice

  After showering, Jenalyn begins to unpack her things. I have a large walk-in closet and very little clothing. She on the other hand, has a ridiculous assortment of clothing articles and other girly shit.

  I love watching this view. Her making herself right at home as I lay here.

  As she paces back and forth putting her things away, she stops to ask me a question.

  “Justice, why are there only two houses on this street? The other one is Ace’s, right?”

  Her intuition and attention skills are still very present. “Yes, the other house is Ace’s. We went in half and bought the whole block. Why do you ask?”

  Continuing putting her stuff away, her voices fades in and out. “Hmm. I get it though. Seems more secure that way. Don’t have to worry about who your neighbors are gonna be.” She walks back into the room to finish. “So, since when did you acquire such a green thumb? And who keeps your house this clean while you have a club lockdown?”

  I sense the sass in her questions. She is desperately trying to mock me, without actually doing so.

  “One of the maintenance men that works on the club cares for our yards. Thank you very much, smartass. Clara is my housekeeper. She’s Stormie’s mom from the strip club. She has seven children and needed the extra money.”

  As she passes right by me, I pull her down onto me. “But since you’re here, guess I can fire her now, huh?” I tease.

  Placing her palms on my shoulders pushing herself up, she squares her shoulders. “I am no housekeeper, Justice Paine. If you think I’m gonna cook, clean, and…”

  I muffle her sound with my hand over her mouth and begin to chuckle. “Shhh. Damn, I was teasing. We don’t flaunt it, but baby you can have whatever you want. You know we all got money. Come on.”

  A devilish smirk covers her face. “I only want you, a ride in that Camaro…” she slides up, and off of me, “and maybe an Art Gallery in Dallas.” She casually expresses while quickly making her way back into the closet.