Deny: A Dark, Erotic Motorcycle Club Romance

by Jade Chandler

  “Eighteen so far, I think the brothers are playing with me now. Seeing how much I can hold.”

  I belted out a laugh. Hell half my brothers wouldn’t be able to stand, the woman held her liquor. “One dance and we’re leaving before you pass out on me.”

  Turns out Marr really liked to dance, and we only danced once, but to five songs. When there was a break between five and six, I hauled her toward the door. Mal stood there with four shots. “I was told to give her these before you go.”

  I grumbled but Marr laughed. She turned toward the table and bowed before she downed all four shots. “Now take me to bed, ace.”

  A chorus of laughter followed us out of the bar.

  “You okay?”

  “Yeah, just a bit spinny, it’s all good.”

  Spinny wasn’t a good fit for my bike, so I left Marr sitting outside on the bench and went back inside for keys. I borrowed Zero’s since that little fuck had started the shots war. He’d laughed and given them over, telling me I’d better hurry or I’d miss the window. I had a feeling the window might already be closed.

  Her eyes were closed when I walked out into the night air. Dammit. I was sober and my woman passed out, totally the wrong scenario. I touched her shoulder and her eyes sprang open.

  “Thought I lost you, let’s go.” She heaved herself upright only swaying a bit.

  I grabbed her elbow and wrapped her close to me. With my hand at the small of her back I guided her to Zero’s Monte Carlo. She stayed awake on the ten-minute ride home but I doubted she’d make it past lying down, no matter how much my dick wanted a different answer.

  She stumbled into the club and we made our way to my room. “You good?”

  With a nod she staggered to the bed and kicked off her heels before fumbling with the button of her shorts. I helped her slide out of her cut then lie back on the bed, pulling off her shorts. Sloppy grin and bedroom eyes, she was still awake. “Fuck me, Jericho.”

  I should thank all the Irish gods for giving my woman the tolerance of a biker and a stomach of steel. I hurried out of my clothes.

  “What do you need tonight?” Always so fierce in bed I wanted to see what a drunk Marr liked.

  “Whatever trips your fantasies, ace.” Her soft smile was as surprising as her words. She reached up and tugged at my hair until my head fell and I kissed her. She met me with soft, pliable lips that parted without a fight. Marr was a sweet drunk.

  I cupped her tit and deepened the kiss. Our tongues tangled and bodies bumped together. She cupped my cock and stroked me. “Fuck my boobs.” She spoke into my lips.

  “Goddess.” I groaned, moving up her body. I reached over to my nightstand and grabbed the lube, squirting it in the valley of those huge tits before I pressed my shaft deep into the fold.

  She tucked her chin and sucked my tip as I pushed through her mounds. Pushing up and back I lived for the brief touches of her tongue on my tip. A sexy smile played across her lips. Tonight she wore her emotions on her face. An open book and I loved what I read in her expressions.

  Pleasure. Desire. Passion. Possession. She was mine body and soul. Deadly dangerous for me, but I’d worry about that tomorrow. Tonight I’d bask in her need because I already knew it was rare for my hellcat to turn kitten.

  I pushed up over and over and my body thrummed with need. My balls tightened and the orgasm was seconds away, I pulled back but she clasped my ass and pushed me forward dragging her teeth across my cock.

  “Fuck, goddess.” I growled as come spurted from me. She sucked me deeper, swallowing all I gave her.

  I moved down to worship her tits, sucking each in turn. “Baby, come for me.” I pushed my thigh into her mound and she gyrated against it.

  “More. Show me how much you love them.” She arched up and I had no choice but to show her in slow, painstaking detail how beautiful I found her.

  She writhed against me wound tight, but she still hadn’t come. I was hard again and shifted so my apa could rub her.

  “Yeah.” She panted. “I don’t want it to stop.”

  “Greedy tonight.”

  Her head flopped up and down. “A greedy, greedy cunt.” She giggled.

  “I better feed it then.” I moved down to her opening and pushed against it.

  She squirmed under me. “Fuck me.”

  “How should I fuck you?”

  “Slow. Very slow. Like it will never end.” Cat eyes stared up at me and emotion played across her face. Vulnerable. Open. Wanting. I pushed into her with one deep stroke.

  If it killed me I’d give her what she wanted. I smoothed the hair out of her face and circled my hips deep inside her. “Like that.”

  “Exactly.” She pressed into me, clenching my cock tight inside her.

  I drug my cock out until only the tip stayed inside before I pushed deep again, rocking into her before I circled and out again. Breathless her hips flexed under me and she hugged me tight in her cunt.

  We danced like that an eternity and each stroke awoke a new cluster of nerves until all of me sung with the need to come inside her, but I held back, repeating my dance as she built higher. Her head thrashed side to side, her fingers rubbed her breasts and her hips pressed tight to me. She was one delectable treat unraveling under me.

  “Tell me what you feel,” I demanded.

  “Everything. All of me feels everything. Too much. Never stop this. You fuck my soul tonight.” She gasped and bucked up into me.

  I nuzzled her neck, kissing and licking as I rotated my hips in a slow dance that was killing me. But like her, I couldn’t give up, give in. This was too damn good.

  I pushed deep, and bit her neck. She was mine, body and soul. No way she’d ever get away from me now. My woman. Mine. Mine. Mine.

  “Yes, I’m yours.” She panted clawing my shoulders as she pushed into me.

  I pumped faster and she dug into my skin as she squeezed me tight. I moved faster, jacking into her with hard, driving thrusts. I had to tattoo myself on her soul—claim her on every fucking level. I pounded into her unable to slow.

  She moaned and clung to me, meeting me bounce for bounce until our bodies slapped together in an unforgiving race. I pushed her harder and harder until I felt the edge. My body tight and the need to come balled in my knees. I raked her mouth with mine and plunged my tongue in time with my cock. She tore her head away and screamed when she fell over and I came with her. We were suspended for moments in our combined orgasm then we hit bottom. I stared into Marr’s expressive eyes and two tear tracks lined her cheeks. A hollow pleasure filled her face as she came back to herself. “That was amazing. Love...” She passed out.

  A smile played across my face, what a woman, she fucked me within an inch of my life and passed out. I’d found a treasure when I’d found her. She was becoming a lot more than a quick fix for Bound.

  But I had to shut that shit down. I couldn’t be trusted to feel more for her, didn’t deserve to feel more. She needed to go back to Ardmore tomorrow, I lied to myself. Truth was I wanted her next to me every minute. I was one stupid son of a bitch.

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Marr

  I woke up with a dry mouth, fuzzy memory and pounding head. Jericho was gone, but then the clock read eleven. Stretching, I steeled myself to get up. My head pounded in triple time when I sat up. I spied ibuprofen and water on the nightstand next to me. I downed four pills and drank the water before I showered. I needed to get my shit together, say goodbye and get home for my shift tonight. Honeymoon was over. I laughed at the thought as I padded into the bathroom.

  After I showered and dressed, I went to find Jericho. He sat with Dare and Zero in his signature spot a wide-ass grin on his face. “You both owe me twenty.” He held out his hand.

  “What did ya bet, ace?” I moved onto his lap
for a kiss.

  Once we resurfaced, he tilted his head and inspected me. “Hangover?”

  “Bit of a headache. I’m out of practice for that kind of drinking.”

  He laughed. “You out drink most of the bikers in the club. I bet them you’d be up before noon. Dare said ten and Zero bet afternoon.”

  I gave the cocky kid the stink-eye. “You.” I pointed at Zero. “Started that shot business last night.”

  “Nah, Marr, you started it, I just kept it going. Only good hospitality to return the shot.”

  “Times twenty bikers.” I tried to scold him but he was too damn cute. “You’re trouble.” I leaned back into my man.

  “I plan to be back in Ardmore this afternoon. Just came up to say goodbye.” It pissed me off that saying the words left a lump in my throat.

  “Oh goddess, this is no place for goodbyes.” He clasped me tight and stood with me in his arms. “Boys, show yourself out.”

  Laughs and suggestions followed us out of the room. Jericho spent a couple hours showing me exactly how much he’d miss me before carrying my stuff out to my car. I was home by three, and already I missed him. That sucked. I hated being away from my lover, it wasn’t in my nature to be separated. I was an up close and personal kind of lover and distance was the enemy. But I was a big girl and would deal with it. I needed to be here for a bit.

  I gave up on the nap and moved straight to prep. I walked into Bound an hour later. The employee lounge was full of people and even more gossip.

  “Marr, we thought you defected.” Gigi hugged me to her. “Bout time your ass got home.”

  The news was mixed but Viper had scored lots of points kicking out the brothers. And according to Gigi, business was picking up now that Ren and his kind weren’t here. I guessed I’d see tonight. Leaving the breakroom, I ran into Viper and he gestured for me to follow to his office.

  “You like the old lady gig?” He sat down behind his desk.

  I didn’t know what to say to that. “Mostly I cocked it up and then got drunk. That seemed to be a hit.”

  He laughed. “Heard you ran through the place like a natural disaster, but whiskey tends to mend almost everything.”

  “I heard you had your own troubles.” There, I hadn’t asked any questions, just left an open doorway.

  “Those fucking brothers wanted kicked out, wanted to make a point. Fortunately we’ve had twice the business since I kicked them out. But plenty are pissed off.” He held up his hands in a what-can-you-do gesture.

  “How can I help?”

  He eyed me. “Time on the floor talking to guests.”

  “Guests in a cut like ours.”

  “That’d be great, but all guests sends a message.” He leaned back. “I thought Jericho would never let you go. He sounded like he was set on keeping you close Thursday.”

  “What?”

  “Just said he wasn’t letting you go anytime soon.” Viper grinned wide. “Did you sneak out in the night?”

  I laughed. “I’m a big girl who goes where she wants.” Had he wanted me to stay? Shit. Should I have stayed longer? I hated to be away from him, but I had responsibilities here. This relationship was complicated. I hated complicated. “I’ve got two clients and then I’ll be up around ten.”

  I went downstairs to prepare for my sessions and check in with my people. I hadn’t been away for a week since I’d started working with my two apprentices. Hopefully Lash had kept them on schedule. I’d missed my dungeon, even if I also missed my man. My two appointments recharged me—giving discipline was almost as good as sex with Jericho.

  I spent about twenty minutes with correspondence and notes before I slipped on my cut and walked upstairs. I hoped I saw that cocky Zero, I’d like an hour in my dungeon with him. I’d wipe the smile off his face. With a laugh at the thought, I opened the staff door to a full lounge. Half the patrons were bikers, more than we’d had in a long time. Ren had been bad for business. Viper sat at a table with Bear and Ollie and a long-haired...my long-haired man. Hot damn. I rushed over to them.

  “Ace, you came to visit and didn’t even call me.”

  He scooted back and I slid onto his lap. “Missed my old lady. And Bear says he misses his dungeon days, so I told him he could use mine since we’re using yours.”

  I arched a brow. “We are?”

  “Yeah, maybe some whip and whatever else feels good.” He cocked his brow like mine. “You up for that?”

  “Oh I’m all for that.” I kissed him.

  Our chair vibrated with a kick. “Get a fucking room.” Bear’s voice boomed.

  “Fuck off, Kyle.” I shot him the bird.

  “Before we go, I wanted to say hi to the bikers who came up, but I’m done with shots.”

  Jericho grinned. “If you say so, goddess.”

  We greeted half a dozen bikers, almost all from the security business, JB Securities at least that’s what Jericho whispered in my ear. I stopped and visited with the regulars I saw. All of whom noticed my cut and the hulking biker trailing along like a puppy dog.

  “Enough politicking, let’s fuck,” Jericho whispered in my ear as his hand caressed my ass.

  “Lead the way, it’s the last time you’ll lead tonight.” I stopped and eyed Viper. “We could have a third.”

  “It might take two of us to tame you.” His deep rumble sounded like a promise to me.

  “I’ll go get ready, you bring Viper.” I trailed my finger down his lips.

  “For you, goddess.”

  The three of us spent hours in my dungeon exploring all the ways three Masters could get off with our tools. The intimacy of our session showed me how pale my sessions with others had been compared to our sessions together.

  I was only falling deeper into this thing with him. Later that night when Jericho and I tumbled into my house, I was exhausted in the best way. We fell asleep tangled together in my bed.

  * * *

  When I woke in the morning, Jericho was gone. Over the next two weeks we established a routine. I spent a few nights at the clubhouse with him and he spent more time in Ardmore with me, he’d roll in after nine and be gone by seven—it was better than nothing but I missed spending time with him, getting to know him.

  The hours of downtime I used to love about my job, now irritated me. At home, I couldn’t find peace in reading or gardening. I just spent my time waiting until Jericho showed up. What did I want? What should I do? The doubt nagged at me and indecision stripped layers off my insides. I wasn’t an indecisive woman, but I had no clue what the right move was.

  Although I had no clients tonight, I headed in to Bound for the distraction. I couldn’t face my house or the hours of waiting until Jericho texted if he’d come up or not. Barden was twenty minutes away, yet each day the distance felt as if it doubled and I hated it more.

  Thursday nights were quiet, one of the quietest of the week, and I found myself just as discontent here as I was at home. I left my private rooms and headed up to the main lounge, hoping company would make my night better.

  Viper sat at the bar nursing a whiskey so I joined him. “How was Barden?” I wanted to ask about Jericho, their Council meeting and everything I wasn’t supposed to ask, but I clamped my mouth shut.

  “Lots of rumbles, and the Prez is pissy.” He grinned at me. “I think he misses his old lady.”

  “She misses him too.” I downed my whiskey and signaled for another.

  “Why are you here then?”

  “What do you mean?” I ignored the obvious answer and glared at him.

  “You should be with your old man. Not here nursing your own pissy mood.”

  “Bossman has that right.” Gigi took the bar stool to my left. “You don’t even need to work connected to that Prez like you are.” She shook her head at me. “
I had the hot man in my clutches, you wouldn’t see me here sucking on whiskey when I could be sucking his dick.”

  I barked out a laugh. “Shit, when you say it like that it seems so obvious, but you two are forgetting something.” I glanced from one to the other. “He wants me here, keeping the MC and Bound tight together.”

  “Shit, we follow you, and now that those troublemakers are gone, them bikers are sweet on me and mine.” She laughed and smacked the glass bar top. Gigi ran the dancers and contractors for Bound.

  “So you think I should be there? We aren’t all lovesick like Pixie or Mama and their men.” I eyed Viper, trying to say what bothered me most without actually saying it.

  “Yet, I left our Prez with a bottle of booze in hand and a piss-poor attitude saying he needed to get his fucking dick under control.” He met my stare. “He’s in over his head and so are you, no matter what you meant to happen.”

  Fuck. “Am I that obvious?”

  “Girl, you are man-sick if not lovesick, it’s written all over your face.” Gigi squeezed my hand. “You never were one to have distance between you and yours.”

  “And he’s got shit coming at him hard,” Viper added.

  “What shit?” I scowled at him.

  “Brotherhood shit, like maybe, some brothers may be trying to get him to step down. Not that it’ll happen, but shit like that eats at you no matter how big a set you have.” He rubbed his chin. “All I know is he has enemies, and he has plans for the club, but he won’t slow down just because some brothers aren’t ready to go there.”

  “What plans?”

  “Ask him.” Viper stood. “I don’t talk club business with old ladies, but being here you won’t find much out.” He left the lounge through the employee door.

  “What’s really the problem?” Gigi assessed me with a shrewdness it was easy to forget about because she was so outrageous.

  “I caused more problems than I solved last time I was there. What if I get there and screw it up again? What if he doesn’t want me there all the time?” I finally said aloud what had worried me. He’d never once asked me to stay.