Tied

by KB Winters

  Tonight, the whole place looked like a Greek orgy, or what one would have looked like if it had thrown up. Gold and white was everywhere, along with olive branches and leaves, big ass chalices and trays with fruits and cheeses were everywhere. It was actually pretty great, and I’d tell Hennessy, but not Cruz. That fucker would let it go to his head. Especially because, true to form, the regulars were all dressed according to the theme.

  Only these were rich ass Texans, not broke ass college kids like the one toga party I went to on leave. The women here were wrapped in white silk that barely covered their tits and gave tempting glimpses of pussy lips and all the ways women loved to adorn their pussies. Gold cuffs and gems were everywhere, but I didn’t give a fuck about that, my eyes ate up all the flesh on display.

  And that’s when I see her. A tall blonde with the sweetest pair of dick-sucking lips I’d ever seen was bopping her head to the beat. Alone. She was hot as fuck, at least an eight from where I stood, but these idiots were either too scared or too stupid to make her feel welcome.

  I wasn’t stupid and I didn’t do scared, so I flashed a smile and ran a hand through my long brown hair and walked over to her with a smile on my face. “Gold is definitely your color, sweetheart.”

  Surprise lit in baby blue eyes that were, unfortunately dilated all to fuck. She smiled and offered her hand. “Thanks. Audrey.”

  “Slayer.” I took her hand in mine, disappointed the stacked blonde was too high to take to bed tonight. “You all right, Audrey?”

  She shrugged and giggled, then stumbled. “I’m good. These shoes are killing me.”

  “Take’em off. In that dress, no one will notice.” She smiled again and when her skin flushed pink, I felt a rush of masculine pride go through me and stepped closer. Just because I couldn’t fuck her tonight didn’t mean I couldn’t flirt with her.

  “Charmer,” she murmured, biting her bottom lip. “I bet you’ve got a big cock too.”

  Yep, she was definitely on something. “Any other night that’s a bet I’m willing to take, Audrey, but you’re fucked up.”

  She giggled and pressed those DD tits against my chest. I could feel her hard nipples poking through the silky gold fabric, and fuck me, I was tempted. I was more than tempted when her hand wrapped around my cock through my jeans and squeezed. “I just wanna get fucked. By you. That’s all.”

  My cock hardened in her hand and she licked her lips, those dick-sucking lips that only made me harder imagining her on her knees in front of me, taking my cock down her throat. But she was high, and I liked my women fully engaged.

  “Not tonight,” I told her and waved at Saint who was slinging drinks behind the bar. She needed water. And a chaperone.

  “Let me get you a drink.”

  That got her moving easily, and as soon as Hazel set a bottle of water in front of her, I took off to finish my circuit, suddenly eager to get back to my little box of boredom.

  Chapter Two

  Ella Mae

  “All right, we’re done. Now get the fuck outta here.” That was Curtis Reeves, one of my closest friends and the President of my MC, the Lords of Buckthorn. He was a tough son of a bitch, but he didn’t stand on ceremony, not even when it came to something as small as ending a club meeting.

  The other Lords stood and filtered out of our temporary meeting place, while our club house was being put back together. After a particularly nasty fight with a group of Mexican gun runners, the club house had suffered fire and water damage.

  “It’ll be nice to get back to the Lair,” I said.

  The Lords’ Lair was where we held church. We discussed all club business inside the Lair, and every time we met here, it made me want to kill those gun runners all over again.

  Curt laughed and shook his head, lighting up a joint laced with tobacco as soon as we were out in the warm Texas sunshine.

  “Thanks to you puttin’ the fear of God in those contractors, Ella, should be meeting there again this time next week.” He took a long pull on his hand-rolled cigarette and let it out with a satisfied exhale.

  “It’ll be nice to put the table back where he belongs.”

  The he Curt referred to was the original Lord, Carter Buckthorn, whose shoulder-length, feathered brown hair and thick handlebar moustache were carved into the table. Two sapphires stood in for his eyes, and his handlebars were etched in chrome on the table with him. Forever. It was as sacred as church for us, more so because we actually fuckin’ meant it.

  “I’ll bring the booze to re-christen the room.”

  Curt flashed another smile at me and took another pull on the cigarette, staring off in the distance the way he did when he had something on his mind. It could be anything, and as his second in command, and the first female Veep of any MC in Texas, I learned early on not to guess. Curt would reveal himself in his own time so I slid my sunglasses over my eyes and leaned against the wooden fence outside the club that separated the grassy area from the graveled makeshift parking lot.

  “We’ve had a lot of shit to deal with lately.”

  “We have,” I agreed, shit like the bullet wound in my thigh that had finally faded to almost invisible, or the stab wound in my side that had only been healed for a few months.

  “Between the Irish mob and the cartels, we’ve lost three men. The Bratva isn’t much better, but at least we expect constant bullshit from them.” They had access to quality guns and those fuckers knew it, constantly changing terms, meeting places and all other types of shenanigans.

  “But right now, our biggest problem is Leon, and that’s a big fucking problem for me, Chance.”

  Curt used my biker name, Chance, when he discussed club business. I nodded, knowing he was right, but also knew that Leon was harmless. “You did what you had to do.”

  Leon used to be a part of our MC, but his own behavior got him kicked out, a fact he took with surprising calm. Our breakup? Not so much.

  “I know. So did you. But Leon is becoming a problem, Chance, and if you don’t deal with him, I will.” It was more of a promise than a threat, but there was no doubt about what he meant.

  “I’ll take care of him,” I said without looking up. It was a foolish promise, one I wasn’t sure I could keep. But I hoped Leon’s sense of self-preservation mattered more to him than us getting back together, because that would never fucking happen. Ever.

  “Good,” Curt said, a warning in his usually friendly voice. “I’ll see you later.”

  Curt walked towards his bike parked about six feet from the door of our temporary space. It was an old utility shed on the south side of Buckthorn Farm that we rented from one of Carter’s great-grandchildren. I'd parked my bike in a gravel covered lot that was more dust than anything, the spot all the other Lords used.

  My blue and chrome Harley sat there all alone, gleaming in the sunlight, and I couldn’t help but smile. My love of motorcycles, the only thing I ever got from my piece of shit father, had ended up being the thing that had saved my life. Had given me purpose. And power. And that had made me stronger, tougher and more confident. Kicking Leon to the curb and becoming VP of my MC had only made me…more.

  ***

  Before I had time to strap on my helmet, I heard a familiar voice behind me.

  “Looking gorgeous today, Ella.”

  It would have been a nice change if it was a surprise to see Leon, but the stupid fucker showed up every day. Wherever I was, he managed to find me and show up to plead his case.

  He stood between me and the road out of the parking lot, but as usual, I ignored him. As a woman in the twenty-first century, I was used to little boys not being able to handle rejection, but Leon took it to new heights.

  “You’re not even gonna acknowledge me?”

  I turned to face Leon, mostly because I didn’t trust his unstable ass, but also because this man used to matter to me. He used to be my whole world and now, when I stared at his blond hair and green eyes, those boy-next-door looks, all I felt was annoyance. And
anger. There was no leftover love and no breakup goggles. I made the right decision and every time I saw him only proved it. “Why should I say anything when you clearly have a hearing problem?”

  “Maybe if you were saying what I wanted to hear, I’d listen.” He tried for a smile, but these days he looked more gaunt than jacked, more crackhead chic than biker sexy.

  “Ella, baby cakes.” He reached for me, and I took a step back and got in a fighting stance. He wouldn’t catch me off guard.

  Not again.

  “Just listen to me, Ella. We were good together and if you’d just listen—”

  “No. I’m done listening to you, Leon. I suggest you get the fuck out of Oakley, hell, get the fuck out of Texas, if you know what’s good for you.”

  It wasn’t the first time I issued that warning, but that glazed look in his eyes said it did about as much good this time as it had the previous one hundred times.

  He smiled and pulled himself up a little taller, but that crazed look hadn’t left his eyes, so I kept my guard all the way up.

  “That’s a good idea. We could leave Texas, start over somewhere away from all this MC bullshit.”

  I barked out a bitter laugh. “MC bullshit? I seem to recall you used to live for this bullshit.”

  Leon used to bleed Lords of Buckthorn MC, until he lost his fucking mind. Apparently, he still hadn’t found it.

  “You need to stop this Leon. There will never be a me and you again. You made sure of it.”

  Not only could I not date a former Buckthorn MC member even if I wanted to, but he put hands on me and that shit is an immediate deal breaker.

  “Be reasonable, Ella.”

  “I am.” I grabbed my helmet and slid it down over my head with the windscreen open and straddled my bike. “You might want to consider making better choices than the ones that got you kicked out in the first place.” I didn’t need to wait for Leon to say anything else because I’d heard it all before, most of it over the past four months.

  He was relentless and just a little bit crazy, but Leon wasn’t a danger to anyone but himself. And that’s what made it easy to start my bike and ride away, leaving him with nothing more than a big ass cloud of dust to hang on to, because that was all I’d ever give him.

  Between the headache that was Leon and all the shit the MC had to deal with lately, I hadn’t even had a proper orgasm in a good few months. The rest of the guys, at least, had the Ladies of Buckthorn to choose from when they needed a therapeutic fuck session to keep from going crazy. When I needed a good hard plow, I had to go out and find it.

  And that’s exactly what I planned to do tonight.

  Get drunk and get fucked. If that failed, hopefully, I’d get to kick some ass.

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