Chaz (Reapers MC Book 14)

by Elizabeth Knox

  She swipes her card, opens the door and I follow her in. I walk further into the room to see the red chandelier has actually been replaced with a white one. While there’s still bits of red light in the room, it’s not nearly as strong as it was a couple years ago.

  “Who’s the client you matched me with?” I question, hearing the distinct sound of the deadbolt locking. At this point I turn and watch as Gia strips from her blue getup. She’s already torn off her top, simply leaving the lace bottoms and heels on.

  Her nipples harden in the light as she approaches, going to the right where a velvet dresser is. She opens the top drawer and tosses me a stack of what must easily be two-thousand dollars. “You said you needed a place to live. This will be the price you pay for it. After today, you don’t have to do this again . . . but fuck, Crina, you know better than to dangle a piece of bloody meat in front of a shark. But you did it anyway,” Gia smirks, licking her bottom lip as she pulls something else out of the top drawer.

  Approaching me, she teases her nipples. I can see the double dildo in her hands, knowing exactly what she wants— me. It has one part that she’ll slide through the strap on, inserting it inside her where it’ll apply pressure to her G-spot, and another part for penetrating the partner. In this case, me.

  “Gia, this isn’t a good idea.”

  She cackles, “You’re right, it’s a great one.”

  “There’s too much between us. This will get messy and we both know it.” I try to tell her, thinking about how we ended things. It was horrible. The messiest breakup I’ve ever been part of.

  “Would you be talking to another client this way?” She asks, staring directly into my eyes.

  I inhale through my nose and notice the way she watches my chest rise and fall. She grows closer, “As a matter of fact, I’ll just check and see if your body’s agreeing with this lovely idea of mine.” She hooks her fingers underneath my lace panties and pulls them down, revealing my bare pussy. Gia pinches my inner thigh, causing me to open my legs and slips her fingers through my lips.

  Her smirk grows and I know there wasn’t any hiding it from her.

  We might’ve been good together once, but we won’t be anymore. However, she was the best sex I’ve ever had.

  Gia pulls her hand up and shows us both the way her fingers glisten with my essence. She smears her finger against my lips, pushing past my lips so I’m forced to taste my own excitement. “Take off that fucking bra,” She hisses, yanking her hand from my mouth.

  Gia takes a step back and removes her bottoms, positioning the dildo inside her. I watch as she clicks a button and it begins vibrating. Though, that isn’t all. She attaches something to the top and it begins to vibrate and pulsate as well.

  I remove my bra slowly and drop it on the floor where she left my panties. Gia comes right up to me, grabs me by the back of my wig and pulls. “You’d better be worth the fucking money I’m throwing your way, Crina.”

  I slap her across the face before I even realize what I’ve done. Her cheek flushes with redness from the impact. “Why would you even come this far if you didn’t think I’d deliver?” I snarl, shoving her. “Don’t even act like I won’t give you what you want. I always fucking have, and if I didn’t you never would’ve propositioned me.”

  Gia licks her bottom lip, “You’re right. I wanted another taste. I wanted to watch you quiver like a helpless little slut underneath me, begging me to stop. I didn’t know the last time was the last time, and tonight . . . fuck. Tonight, I’m going to make sure you never forget me.” She quips, grabbing me by the throat, she bends me over the back of the couch and forces the dildo in my pussy without warning.

  It doesn’t matter because I’m wet. She’s one of those women that has everyone look in her direction. I don’t think she’s ever met someone who didn’t want to fuck her. She pushes my head down into the pillows so my ass is high as she rams the dildo against my G-spot. This might seem insane, but it’s like she still knows my body like the back of her hand.

  “Actually, I don’t fucking like this.” Gia says, pulling out of me. She flips me over before she walks away.

  She goes over to another dresser, pulls out a big, black cock and smirks as she wiggles it. Every room in here is stocked with fresh toys every night. It’s part of the reason they developed an adult toy line, to cut costs and maximize on profits if patrons wanted to take them home.

  “This will be perfect.” She brings it over to me, grazing it against my lips and I begin to shiver violently as it glides against my clit. “That’s what I thought. You’ve always been such a needy little whore.” She laughs as she says the last bit, then pushes the cock inside me. It stretches me wide, burning as she goes further. She goes in and out, pushing and pulsing, bringing her lips down to my clit she sucks while she defiles me.

  I close my eyes, loving the way her mouth feels against my lips and the burning sensation shooting through my core. She’s always had a knack for being rough with me, and it’s one of the things I’ve missed about being with her. She was gentle, but ever so harsh.

  She was exactly what I fucking needed.

  An inferno burns within me and I come undone quickly, releasing myself over her. She cackles, loving how I’ve given in. “I fucking knew you missed me,” She mews, flicking her tongue against my clit. “Remember the parties we used to have with my friends, how you’d suck on a clit while you were being fucked in the ass and pussy? God, I fucking miss that. I miss the way our sheets used to smell.” Gia removes the cock from my pussy and presses it against my ass, “But more than anything I miss the way you’d beg me to stretch this tight asshole of yours like it was your pussy. As a matter of fact, hold that thought.” Gia shoves the cock inside me maybe another inch and I watch as she goes to the entry of the room. She unlocks it, walks outside and within a couple minutes she’s back.

  Only, she’s not alone.

  She has a naked blonde with her. “Here,” Gia tosses her a pair of panties to hook the dildo in my ass on and the girl comes over. “Baby, this woman here is an extension of my cock. Got it?”

  I nod.

  “Good.” Gia mutters, coming back over to me, she takes the back of my hair yet again and pulls me up. The woman she brought in goes behind me and I feel the dildo shifting inside me as she secures it.

  I moan lightly, loving the way it feels. “Come here,” Gia instructs, putting me over the arm of the couch. The woman behind me rocks slowly in and out of me while Gia strums my clit like the pick of a guitar before sliding the vibrating dildo back inside me.

  I lean my head back, close my eyes and revel in the euphoric feeling rushing through me. A hand wraps around my throat and I open my eyes, seeing Gia staring me down. Her lips are maybe a millimeter away from mine. She darts her tongue out across my lips and before I know it, I’m crashing my lips against hers. Like two parted bodies of water meeting again for the first time in eons, we crash and combine into one.

  Gia fucks me harder, and my ass is being fucked even harder than before. My core flushes with raging heat and I’m so close to release. She brings her other hand up to knead my nipple, teasing, tweaking, and pinching. I thrash as my body begins to give in yet again.

  Before I realize what’s happening, I feel wetness sliding down my eyes. The pain of getting fucked in my ass with the pleasure of what Gia is bringing my way is too much.

  It’s causing so much fucking conflict within me, remembering how we broke up, how we were so close and just . . . faded into the background like neither of us ever existed.

  Gia tears her lips from mine. “If you’re going to cry like a little bitch, then I’m going to give you a reason to after you cum for me. Then I’ll make you cum again. Is that understood?”

  I nod, not realizing how much I needed to be dominated.

  Gia isn’t a Mistress, or anything of that sort . . . but she is a kinky fucking dominator, and that’s exactly what I need.

  But not after tonight— hopefully I’ll
find that dominating person I need, but it can’t be Gia.

  It just fucking can’t.

  Chapter Five

  Silence the angry man with love. Silence the ill-natured man with kindness. Silence the miser with generosity. Silence the liar with truth.

  ~ Buddha

  Chaz

  I watch the way the amber liquid in my cup swirls around, floating over the ice, splashing against the sides of the glass. It’s my third glass of scotch and I’m still sitting on the dark gray sectional, staring at the front door like a husband who’s waiting for his wife to show up.

  Glancing over to the oven, I can see from here that it’s a little past one in the morning. Fuck. Where is she?

  I run my hand across my forehead in frustration, pissed that I let Damon tell me to take a walk. If I hadn’t, she and I would’ve gotten over this by now. Fuck, we’d both be asleep in our beds, getting some much-needed sleep.

  Tires rolling over the gravel driveway indicate someone’s driving back, and then I spot headlights in the distance. The lights suddenly stop and I’m on my feet, heading to the door. The second I open it up, I see Camila’s shitty little car. She gets out of the driver’s side, Cheyenne’s in the passenger seat and when the three girls come out of the back, I instantly recognize Cirque, Mirage, and Esme.

  “He’s already waiting for you,” Esme murmurs, probably hoping I wouldn’t hear a word of it.

  “Fuck,” Cheyenne’s tone tells me she doesn’t want to see me, and I’m not overjoyed to see her either. We have some shit to talk about, and we’d better discuss it. I’m not a fan of liars, and she lied. Not even about something little. It was massive.

  If I had known that . . . if I’d known what I learned tonight, things might’ve . . . maybe they would’ve turned out differently for us. Fuck, I might’ve even dated her.

  I watch as the bunnies head back to their brothel house, careful to not make any eye contact with me as they scatter off. I’m sure they can feel the tension between Cheyenne and I. “Have a good night,” Camila says quickly, rushing over to the trailer she has with Booger.

  The second the trailer door slams shut Cheyenne turns to face me. Her black hair cascades in loose waves over her shoulders, and our porch light gives enough illumination to spot the dread in her eyes. She bats her lashes a few times and breathes in deeply before she even takes a step. The sparkle of her nose ring causes me to really take in what she’s wearing.

  A black thing goes around her breasts, almost looking like a crop top, but it isn’t. There aren’t any straps on it at all. She has a matching black leather skirt with a zipper going in an asymmetrical way, and to top it all off, she’s wearing the sluttiest, velvet red knee-high boots.

  “You have fun tonight?” I’m not askin’ her to be a dick. I genuinely want to know.

  “Cut the bullshit, Charlie.” Cheyenne hisses, calling me by my legal name.

  She struts up the stairs that lead to our trailer and places her hand on the doorknob. I don’t know why, but I grab her forearm. It felt like I needed to, like it would be a way to show her with one touch that I don’t want to fight. How I just want to talk.

  She doesn’t even look at me, her eyes on the brown door in front of her. “Charlie.”

  Her tone is a warning, a defeated one, but a warning nonetheless.

  “I’m sorry I lost my temper with you earlier, okay? It was wrong that I . . . treated you like that.”

  “I don’t understand why you’re apologizing.” She tells me, pushing the door open she goes inside. I take in a deep breath and follow her in, shutting the door securely behind me.

  “Why do you have to second guess my apology? Can’t you just accept it like normal women can?”

  She whips her head in my direction quicker than she ever has before. “No, because you’re not a normal man. You’re constantly speaking in fucking riddles, and you know it. Fuck. I know you, Charlie, and I know you have some idea. It’s the only reason you’re apologizing to me right now, isn’t it?” She cocks a brow, crossing her arms while her lips form into a scowl.

  I look at her, the way she’s dressed fuckin’ perfectly. I picture her as the woman who could be on the back of my bike, for good. I tell everyone I’m not the settling down type, but I’d only need the right woman . . . and imagine how I felt when I discovered the right woman might’ve been here with me all along.

  Fuck it.

  She has been here all along.

  I finish off the rest of my scotch and place the glass on the side table next to the sectional. “It felt like a slap in the face today, Chey’. I thought you were out of my fuckin’ league. I thought that you didn’t like—”

  “Stop.” She interrupts me, her eyes going wide. I’m sure she’s already caught on with what I’m trying to say.

  “Chey’, I—”

  “No. Shut your mouth. You can’t say this to me. Not now.”

  I narrow my eyes in on her, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

  Cheyenne sinks back onto the couch, runs her manicured nails through her hair and sighs heavily. “I spoke to Zane this afternoon. Now that you’re healed up, he wants me to head to Billings tomorrow.”

  No.

  This has to be a joke.

  “You’ve got to be fuckin’ kidding me.” I quip.

  “I’m not.” She confirms.

  “I can go with you to Billings.” If it means getting what I want, I’ll make a sacrifice. I’ll go up to Montana with her. It’ll be simple, especially if it works out. I’m willing to try for this shit, and I hope she is too.

  Cheyenne shakes her head from side to side. “You can’t come with me, Charlie.”

  “The fuck I can’t. It’s easy, Chey’. I only need Damon to approve it, and he speaks to Zane. Within a few hours I could get the go ahead.” I tell her. You’d never know she grew up with an MC by how much she doesn’t understand.

  “Charlie, trust me . . . you don’t want to go with me. Not when, not when . . . things could be changing for you.” She said I was the one speaking in riddles, though it looks like she’s taken it up now.

  “What do you know?”

  “I’m not supposed to say anything.” She mutters, drifting her eyes down to the floor.

  “Chey’, please, if you’re gonna shoot me down tonight you might as well tell me what I’m missing. I promise I won’t say shit to anyone, but do this for me, please.”

  She looks back up to me and shuts her eyes for a moment. “Charlie, Zane is going to offer you the VP position in Mexico. He asked me what I thought about you being able to handle the pressure, considering I’m your best friend. He wanted to know what I thought, and I told him you would do a great job. He said he was going to offer you the position formally within the next month, after the charter’s construction was finished. Amara is still looking for full patches out her way.”

  Fuck.

  I take a seat on the sectional, place my elbows on my knees and rub my hands across my face in disbelief. “You’re not fucking with me right now, right? ‘Cause that would be a mean joke.”

  “I wouldn’t ever lie to you about something like this.” Cheyenne says. I glance her way and see how she’s looking at me. She almost seems sad, maybe even defeated in a way.

  “I wanted to give this a shot,” I mutter, laughing at the end. “‘Cause when you . . . said that shit earlier, I saw . . . nevermind.”

  “Tell me.”

  “I saw us together. How we could work. We already know so much shit about each other, and Chey’ . . .”

  “Don’t look at me like that, Chaz.” Cheyenne shakes her head, signaling for me to stop.

  “Too late.” I murmur, knowing it’s been shot down before we could even give it a go.

  Chapter Six

  You can’t fight demons you enjoy playing with

  ~ Unknown

  Chaz

  “You can sit there and have your dreams, hell even fantasies . . . but we can’t act on it. Not when I’m
leaving for Montana tomorrow and you’re leaving for Mexico God knows when.” I know she’s speaking with the voice of reason, but I barely see any of it right now. Cheyenne is like a bloody steak being dangled in front of a starved wolf.

  I rise up from the couch and go over to her, wrap my hand around her neck and bring my lips until they’re almost touching hers. Looking down into her dark coffee colored eyes, I spit my words out, praying she’ll give in. “Tell me right now you don’t want me inside you and I’ll walk out that fucking door. But you’d better be damn sure, Chey’, ‘cause if we cross paths again I’m taking what we both want.”

  Her eyes dart back and forth and she closes them as she speaks. “I don’t want—”

  I release her neck and walk toward the door. I open it and turn back to look at her. “Shit, you can’t even look at me and say it. Keep lying to yourself, but I meant what I said, Chey’.” I leave the trailer I share with her and slam the door shut, shuffle down the stairs and walk toward the club.

  Inhaling deeply, I wonder what I just fucking did. I could’ve yanked that slutty, little skirt off and showed her what she was missing, but I’ve never been that type of man. I might be the epitome of an alpha, domineering, hell, maybe even an asshole . . . but I want a woman to verbally tell me they want my cock deep inside them.

  Cheyenne was doing everything she could to deny it, but I saw through it. I’ll play her little game though, even if it felt like my heart was being torn in two. She doesn’t have any idea I think I’m in fucking love with her, and I doubt she ever will.

  “You alright, Chaz?” Sakura’s sitting out on her front porch, smoking something. She’s not the type to ever smoke. As I approach her, the scent of Mary Jane flares in my nostrils. Shit, I might be takin’ a puff of what she’s got.