Deny: A Dark, Erotic Motorcycle Club Romance

by Jade Chandler

  One hand snaked around and his finger pulsed against my nub as we drove each other wild. I panted and groaned as he hit that inner spot perfectly. My body tensed. “Jericho, now, more.” I was so close. Like I’d uttered a magic spell, he slammed home with the perfect force to send me over the edge. I yelled as the climax tore through me, leaving me devastated in its wake. I clamped down hard on his cock and I felt him jerk with his own release.

  “Fuck me, Marr.” His hot breath on my shoulder and hot cock inside me, I was gone. Sucking in deep breaths, I tried to calm my racing pulse, but I had no control left. Limp, I lay under a heaving Jericho and felt our bodies slide together with all the sweat our quick race had created.

  Once Jericho recovered, he made me get back onto the table so he could clean and bandage my tattoo. “Not the best thing to go sweating all over it before I seal it up.” He smacked my bare ass. “But you’ll live.”

  I glanced down the row of empty tables. “Where are the others?”

  “In the rooms, yours was the biggest piece by far.” Jericho smacked my ass again. “All done.” He stared at me with those intense mismatched eyes. “I’d never take you in front of others without you saying so, you’re my woman and I respect you more than that.”

  That was sweet in a Jericho kind of way. Maybe more than I’d expected from him and his gesture left me feeling vulnerable. “I like to put on a show now and again.”

  His nostril flared. “That’s right up my alley, but I’d never do that without talking it over first.” I headed back to Jericho’s rooms to clean up and get ready for the party tonight.

  We made it to the local bar in plenty of time for a good table before the band started. The table filled up with women I didn’t know. I kept Avery close and she managed to drop names into every conversation. I got lit with a dozen women, one big-breasted bitch, Rachel, who would make a fine addition to our bed.

  “Stop looking at me like that.” Rachel frowned at me.

  “Like what?”

  “Dessert.” She tossed the hair over her shoulders. “And stop pissing off my friend.” She shot a gaze down to Lila.

  I narrowed my eyes. “What’d she say?”

  “Nothing, but the fact she’s not by your side says it all. You want her by your side.” She blew out a breath. “Free advice. I’m not even with the club, but I know that.”

  “Where you going?”

  “To see Lila, I’ve done my time with you.” She walked away and I had no clue what she meant, but I was going to find out.

  I stood, proud not to even sway and went to Lila. We were going to chat. She watched me approach then stood.

  “What can I do for you?” Her tone frigid and posture ramrod straight.

  I heard Avery behind me. “Marr—”

  “We need to clear the air. Outside?”

  Lila pinned Avery with a simple look but she shut up.

  “I need to know how to do that.” The girl was one of my only friends, but she had a way of using ten words when one was required.

  Lila grinned. “Let’s go outside.”

  Once through the swinging doors I sat down on the bench.

  “I don’t share and you don’t command me.”

  Straight to the point, I liked that. “Yeah, I fucked that shit up. Blame it on the pheromones?”

  She cocked her head in question.

  “I scented an alpha bitch and went for the jugular.” Shaking my head, I kicked myself for my stupidity. Never attack without knowing the lay of the land. “Not that I will be second.”

  The woman laughed at me. “I’m not an alpha anything, I’m the one they go to for comfort—parties, pies, happy shit—that’s me.” She arched a brow at me. “But, you can’t demand anything, got to earn it.”

  “How’d you earn it?” I relaxed against the bar’s outside wall.

  “Honestly?”

  I nodded.

  “Getting the shit knocked out of me by one of the guys and forgiving him.”

  “What the fuck? I thought Ren was the exception.” I didn’t like the way this sounded. Jericho and I would be chatting about this. Men didn’t take fists to women.

  “Nah, but he’s the worst. A few beat their old ladies, but Thorn, remember that name, is a bit of a head case. Get the details from Jericho if you want them.” She sighed and studied her fingers. “He likes to fuck, and I joked when he asked me, not knowing that was the wrong thing to do, and I landed smashed on the floor.” She glanced over at me. “He asks, you say ‘I’m Jericho’s property’ and he’ll go his way.”

  “How does getting fucked up make you their poster girl?”

  With a shake of her head, Lila smiled in a sheepish way. “Once I understood the situation, I wasn’t mad, so when I cooked next, I accepted his apology with a bit of kindness and baked the giant a pie. That’s it.”

  “Bullshit.” Avery had snuck up sometime in the middle of her story. “But Rock says that’s how it started.” She looked between us. “Truth is Lila takes care of everyone right up until they piss her off, then she goes ape shit on their ass.”

  “You didn’t go ape shit on me.” Now I was offended. Didn’t she think I was a threat?

  “You, I gave one free pass. It’s a lot coming into this world, let alone on Jericho’s cut.” She frowned. “He’s my man’s closest friend, I’d never start trouble without good reason.”

  Like I’d conjured them, I heard bikes before I saw them. Dare, Jericho, Rebel, Viper and a half dozen guys I didn’t know parked outside Blue’s.

  I felt the change in the woman beside me, like her man was a magnet, all Lila’s attention focused on him.

  “Is she always like this?” I asked Avery.

  “Hell yeah, sickening I know.” She stuck out her lower lip. “Especially when Rock has to work for another hour.”

  Just then the lights went out at Marked Man and Rock locked the door. “Hell yeah!” She raced across the street and jumped on his back. His smile was wide.

  Another couple in love.

  Would it be a problem I wasn’t in love with Jericho?

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Jericho

  Bikers, old ladies, Bound employees and retirees filled the clubroom to bursting. I sat in my normal spot next to Dare and Bear, waiting on my woman. Pixie and Mama had thrown me out of my own place an hour ago and told me they’d bring Marr when they were finished.

  Last night, I’d been glad to see the three women laughing together outside Blue’s. Marr had fixed shit between her and Mama, which was good. We’d danced and drank at Blue’s until we closed the place down, then stumbled over to Dare’s place to crash his living room floor. Marr was out before her head hit the floor. Then this morning the women had swept her away before I satisfied the itch in my cock. Now I waited.

  I heard a door open and stood to see if Marr was ready for the damn ceremony. I wanted to party. She walked between Pixie and Mama, looking like she was born to be my old lady—leather skirt, tank top and the reddest lips I’d ever seen. I stopped her in the hall and gave the evil eye to the other two who scurried away like good old ladies. I devoured her mouth, needing to taste her sweetness before the party and all the congratulations that would follow. It’d be hours before I had a chance to taste her like I needed to.

  “Ready for this?” I spoke into her lips.

  “And more.” She nuzzled my chin and nipped my bottom lip. “Don’t forget to pull off the shirt when you put my cut on.”

  I hadn’t expected her to follow that tradition, but my cock hardened at the idea of seeing my name on her body. “That’s sexy as fuck.”

  I clasped her hand in mine and we walked into the cheering mass of bikers. Once they quieted, Marr recited her oath to me. It hit me low in the gut, she’d sworn her loyalty to
the club and to me. Emotion I tried to banish welled in my throat. Fierce and loyal, she’d make a good partner and the perfect old lady. Like Dare and I, hopefully she’d find that partnership with Mama too.

  As directed, I jerked the black wifebeater from her to find a purple one with Jericho’s Property in block letters across her chest.

  “That’s what I’m talking about.” I drug her to me and kissed her, losing myself in her dancing tongue and sensual lips. I needed to fuck her now, no way I was waiting for hours. Dare came up to me and clasped my back. “Congrats, bro.”

  “Get everyone moving outside, I need a few minutes.”

  Marr’s grin widened and she clenched my cock through my jeans. “Excuse us, Dare.” She tugged me forward and I followed laughing. Behind my door, I flipped her and lifted her leather skirt to find a bare ass. I smacked her ass before I pulled the condom from my pocket and let my jeans fall to the floor. Covering up, I pushed inside her wet folds until I was balls deep.

  “Fucking missed your cunt.” I pumped into her.

  “Show me, ace.” She braced on the door and pushed her ass into my groin, sinking me a bit deeper. “Boobs now.”

  I slid hands my up her stomach to her tits, plucking her hard nipples. Her moan was my reward then she hitched her hip and rotated, and my world stopped. I clamped my jaw and held back even though I burned to come inside her.

  We moved together in my favorite dance, each stroke building the already overwhelming need banking in me.

  “More.” She growled. “Faster.”

  I pushed her against the door and buried myself fully inside her, driving home again and again. This was a force I wouldn’t be stopping, I hoped to bring her with me.

  “Don’t stop, so good.” Her rasped praise lit me up.

  “Come with me,” I commanded as I felt the need push up my legs and straighten my spine. I bit it back but my hips rocked faster. My head fell forward and I bit her neck as I came.

  She screamed my name and her cunt clenched me tight even as she rammed back over and over as if she could never get enough of my cock. She fell forward and I clasped her up as she panted against the door. “That was...” she sucked in a breath, “...intense.”

  Satisfaction curled inside me, she was mine. My cock twitched at the idea. I removed the condom and hitched up my jeans before throwing it away in the bathroom. “Missed your sweet cunt this morning and last night.”

  I wished I’d been wrong about the crowd of well-wishers. Marr and I didn’t move for two hours as bikers strolled up to talk, and while I loved talking to my brothers, Marr on top of my cock did all kinds of wicked things to my body. I was more than ready to leave and fuck her all damn night.

  “I’m going for more whiskey.” She stood and stretched, feline in her movements.

  “I’ll come too.” Avery stood.

  They hurried away.

  “Bro, take that woman to bed so I can take Ollie home.” Bear smacked my head as he sat down beside me.

  “It’s not too soon?” I laughed, knowing I’d held out twice as long as Dare or Rock, but then I was the President.

  “Go or I’ll knock you out and carry you there,” Dare growled from behind me.

  “But Ren hasn’t wished us well, yet.” I spied him across the way holding court with his people.

  “He’s lost Bound, your job is all he has left to try and take.” Bear barked out a laugh. “I’ll kill the bastard first.”

  “Get in line.” I stared across at him, needing a way to get rid of the bastard once and for all. Yet he remained slippery and just out of reach. Cunning bastard.

  Sharon and Jayna strolled up. Had they been watching us? Waiting for Marr to leave? This was going to turn ugly if Marr found them here.

  “Hey, Jer, we wanted to give you our special congratulations.” Jayna leaned in lips puckered, I stopped her with a hand to her chest.

  “Done with those lips, your cunt. Now go.” I couldn’t say it plainer than that.

  She pouted, too bad brains were in short supply for her.

  “We heard your woman likes a little company in bed.” Sharon blew into my ear. “We’re great company.”

  “Done with both of you. Last warning to go before—”

  “Oh, hell to the no to that shit.” Marr charged in and it was too late for those two, now they’d be lucky to be able to walk out of here.

  “Marr, wait,” Avery called from behind her.

  Marr didn’t listen, she’d been itching to claim her territory since she’d arrived, even pissing all over Mama before she knew anything. Whiskey, hot Irish temper and provocation—this should be fun.

  “Ho, mate, you got company when I left?” Marr narrowed eyes at me.

  I cocked an eyebrow. “Meet Sharon and Jayna. They came to wish us well, maybe me more than you.”

  “I suspected as much.” She tossed the bottle and I caught it. “Ladies, this is my only warning—take three huge steps away from my man and keep walking.”

  The doe-eyed Jayna blinked like Marr spoke a foreign language and smiled up at me. She was asking for the beatdown coming her way.

  “We were just telling Jer that we heard you liked company and we’re great company, you know. We could show you what he—”

  She yanked Jayna by her hair and marched her the three steps away. “You’ll be on the ground if you finish that sentence.”

  Seeing Jayna next to Marr, I wondered what I’d ever seen in Jayna. Marr was substantial, smart and mean as they came, much more woman in every way.

  Sharon screeched and ran over to her friend. “Let her go.” She glanced back to me for help. No, this was their mess. I’d tried to warn them.

  “I’m being nice still, but that’s close to changing. You sheep can run along, that shepherd isn’t available to you anymore.”

  I laughed at her play on words, the clever vixen was still toying with them. “Marr, it’s not polite to call sheep that name to their faces.”

  “Noted,” she called back.

  “Now, my wee lambs, you can do one of two things—run along or get a shoe in your arse.” Her humor fell away and I hoped they listened.

  “Jer likes us,” Jayna whined. “He’ll want us in his bed.”

  Those words lit her temper to its full glory.

  “Hey, Jer.” She emphasized the stupid nickname. “Do I decide who we share a bed with?”

  “Yup,” I told her.

  “You should do something before she lays them out,” Bear rumbled in my ear.

  “Worried about your schedule?” Both Jayna and Sharon worked for him in the porn production business.

  “Yeah, no one pays to see marked girls.” He grunted. “Do something.”

  “You can try and persuade Marr, but I like my nuts where they are, thanks all the same.” I wouldn’t deny her the show she’d wanted, especially after the way the bimbos had insulted her. She deserved some payback.

  “So you see, you need to go now, and never come back.” Her tone turned deadly. “Or I’ll puncture those fake tits and beat you bloody.”

  “Not their faces,” Bear shouted over to her.

  She grinned. “So you’re Kyle’s girls, he’s been lax with you two.”

  He watched Marr. “Val left her because of this crazy-ass jealousy. And here you are encouraging it.”

  “You let a prospect disrespect you?”

  “Fuck no.”

  “Then quit whining and let them take their licks.” I turned to see Jayna cower at whatever Marr said while Bear had been blabbing.

  Yanking her hair, she propelled her out in front of her and landed a square kick to Jayna’s ass. She stumbled forward and fell on all fours.

  “Jayna, get your ass up and get out of here while you can walk.” Zero clas
ped her arm. “Did she apologize, Marr?”

  “Not necessary.”

  “Jayna,” Zero barked.

  “So-sorry.” She blubbered before he drug her away. Sharon had disappeared.

  “He’s a good one.” Bear smacked my arm, but I was up, stalking toward my pissed-off Irish.

  “Time to take you to bed.”

  She sputtered, full of heat. Magnificent. Mine. I swept her up over my shoulder and carried her yelling into the clubhouse.

  “You cocky bastard.” Marr came up swinging after I dumped her on my bed.

  I ducked and backed away. “We gonna fuck or fight?”

  “Both.” She closed in and wrapped fingers in my hair, pulling tight as she kissed me with the fury that made her so damn hot. Demanding. Intense. Mine.

  I pressed into her then I was tumbling to the floor, the bitch had tripped me. She fell with me and landed with an oomph on top of me. I landed on the damn carpet. “What the fuck, Marr.” I growled and rolled her over, trapping her under me.

  “A little pain, a little adrenaline, makes it all feel better.” She bit my ear.

  Damn but she was right. I lay panting, hard and never wanting anyone as much as I did her right now. “Now, let’s get you—”

  She bucked and did something with my hand, sending me flying over her head and thudding onto my back.

  “Dammit.” I groaned.

  I felt a tug on my boots and she removed them. “Come on now, I can’t fuck you with those jeans on.”

  I unbuckled and raised my hips to get rid of my jeans. While she tugged them all the way off, I shucked out of my T-shirt. I glanced up as the top came off over her head leaving the black leather bra. “You need to wear only that and my cut—fucking sexy.”

  She grinned down at me. “Tomorrow then?”

  “You’re staying?”

  “I figure for the week so I can get the feel for club life then I’ll head back to Ardmore.”

  A week of Marr. I wasn’t sure me or the clubhouse would be standing by Friday. “What you going to do all damn week?”