Chevelle 6x9

by Sapphire Knight

  O nods. “Yeah as long as it’s just onesies and twosies. Any more than that call for reinforcements ‘cause it’ll mean they want to do more than just keep an eye on The Pit.”

  “All right, brother,” I agree, and fist bump them before pulling the metal bay door down and locking it. I hope no others decide to show up tonight, but so far, they’ve been fairly resilient. I’d like to get some kind of sleep tonight, especially if Chevelle plans to keep me on my toes.

  Arriving back to her place, I find her still curled up in the chair fast asleep. She’s so sweet and innocent looking when she’s like this. It’s when she’s awake that her mouth has a sharp sting to it.

  I scoop her into my arms, her body tilting and curling into me like a sleepy cat. I could get used to having her in my arms, all pliant and safe but I won’t hold my breath on it happening. Pushing the covers away, I lay her down, tugging her free of her tight jeans. She stirs but lets me remove them, leaving her in her tank and panties. I snuggle her under the fluffy blanket before crawling into the spot beside her.

  I’m on my back, staring at the ceiling when she shifts toward me. Her arm goes around my waist, her nose tucking into my bicep. She’s fucking adorable, a goddamn wildcat and having her close to naked has me wanting her fiercely. She’s asleep, and it’s probably the only chance I’ll get to really stare my fill.

  I watch her for a moment before leaning over and pressing a kiss to her temple. She doesn’t say anything, but I feel her hand pull me to her, tightening around my hip a bit more and I can’t help but wonder if she’s faking sleep. That’s fine if she is, if she feels the need to pretend to be asleep in order to touch me, I’ll roll with it. After all, it’s just one more step in the direction I want her to go.

  I wake to an empty bed and glance around to discover I’m alone in the apartment as well. What did I expect? Waking up to breakfast in bed or some shit? Chevelle made it clear she doesn’t cook, so my mind shouldn’t even be going there. Shit, I should’ve woken up early and done that for her. It would’ve caught her off guard even more. Stubborn female.

  With a stretch and a massive yawn, I head for the window to see if dumbass has been replaced.

  “Motherfucker,” I grumble and grab my burner from the jeans pocket on the floor.

  “Odin,” the VP answers.

  “You won’t fucking believe this.”

  “What?”

  “There’s someone hanging from the pole out front.”

  “Wait, what?”

  “That damn light pole...it looks like a giant bolt has been screwed into it. There’s a body hanging from it, rope around their neck. From here it definitely looks like they’re dead.”

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck! Viking is going to be pissed. I’ll send Torch and Nightmare to go collect the body.”

  “Did you get anything out of the guy from last night?”

  “He hasn’t woken up yet, those horse tranquilizers are strong.”

  “Apparently. He’s not dead, right?”

  “Not yet, anyhow.”

  I grunt. “You want me to go out there and get the body down?”

  “No, stay inside with Chevelle, just in case they’re waiting for you to leave her vulnerable.”

  “Shit, I haven’t even seen her yet. I just woke up.”

  “Go find her and make sure she’s okay.”

  “I will.”

  “Later.”

  “Later,” I reply and end the call then yank on my pants and boots and head out of the studio.

  “You weren’t there when I woke up.” Mercenary comes up on the other side of the hood. I was just checking the plugs before clocking my time.

  “I thought you’d be tired from being up all night.” I tiptoed around, not wanting to wake him. He looked dead to the world with how hard he was sleeping.

  “I was. What are you doing?” His cool blue irises run over me like he’s famished and I’m breakfast.

  “Checking plugs then I planned to run this pretty lady to get my latest track time. I put new tires on her a week ago, and I’m not quite used to them.”

  He nods. “You probably shouldn’t drive right now.”

  My back stiffens as I stand to my full height and sputter, “Excuse me?” The man has a lot of nerve; I have no doubt about that.

  “A bomb went off yesterday,” he emphasis slowly, tilting his head like I’m nuts. “It’s smart to not drive your cars right now.”

  “But it’s what I do,” I argue. He’s lost his mind telling me not to drive. It’s like having your favorite toy and not being able to touch it. That doesn’t sit well for me. I learned at a young age that if I want something to go for it, to take it. Waiting around gets you nowhere and nothing to show for it.

  “You’ll be safer if you take a short break, just a week or two.”

  “Yeah, that’s not happening.” Not to mention that’s asking me to take a ten thousand dollar cut to my monthly pay. It definitely won’t be going down while I have anything to say about it.

  He throws his hands up dramatically, and I hold back my smirk. “Fuck, woman, why do you have to be so damn difficult?”

  I stomp around the front of the car coming face to face with the grouchy male who’s decided to rudely interrupt my quiet morning time. “Listen here, cupcake, go eat a fucking banana or whatever it is you need to take it down a notch. Racing is my job, it’s my life. I won’t stop just because it gets a little dangerous. Racing is not safe, that’s partly why it’s so damn fun.”

  “I know,” he admits, catching me off guard.

  “You know?”

  He nods. “I get it. I wouldn’t stop if someone told me to either. At least let me check your car over before you go cranking the engine and taking off.”

  I release a breath through my clenched teeth, unaware I was even holding it. He wants to check my car over to see if it has a bomb in it. That’s pretty freaking sweet. Why can’t he always be like this? “Yeah, sure, I can deal with that. Thanks.”

  He tilts his head toward me slightly and then crouches to slide under the car. On the way down he gripes, “By the way, it’s eat a Snickers bar, not a banana.”

  “Ugh, did you just correct me?”

  “Well, the commercial isn’t about bananas.” He calls from the ground.

  “Un-freaking-believable! You just can’t help yourself from correcting me and being in control, can you?”

  He rolls out, opening the trunk to snoop around there next. “Oh, I’m the difficult one?”

  “Yes, you are. I do not remember this much stress in my life before you showed up.”

  He pokes his head out, meeting my stare. “All this over a banana?”

  “Holy shit,” I hiss and stomp away.

  I go straight to one of the concession stands. They’re all locked up, but the benefits of owning the place is I have a key to everything. I grab a king-sized Snickers bar and also a banana from the walk-in cooler. I knew we’d have them because one thing we offer is banana splits with hand scooped ice cream. Surprisingly they’re one of the concessions top sellers.

  I’m still stomping around when I make my way back down the stairs to the center and find Mercenary leaning up against my car. He’s propped against the shiny paint all nonchalant, arms crossed over his chest, muscles bulging while wearing a cocky smirk. He looks every ounce of a badass, and so help me God, do I want to jump his bones.

  “All done. Your car’s safe for you to drive in circles now.” He winks, and I toss the candy and fruit in his direction. Surprisingly he has reflexes like a cat and snatches them in midair.

  “Two hands?” I gape.

  “I’m ambidextrous,” he shrugs and opens his fingers to see what I threw.

  “You went to get me one of each?” His wide eyes meet mine.

  I nod, biting the inside of my cheek.

  He drops them to the ground and with a few powerful strides, stops in front of me. I’m about to rip i
nto him for being ungrateful when his hands cup my cheeks and his lips meet mine. My world seems to stop as his mouth roots me in place. My mind and body fight each other, one tells me to fuck him while the other screams for me to thrash against him. What is it with this man that has me teetering on the edge of control?

  He coaxes my mouth open, parting my lips to dip inside with his tongue. It twists with mine, caressing me, forcing my resolve to weaken. We fight each other for control, teeth clashing, and tongues sparring to gain control. I feel like I’m falling, but it’s only Mercenary pushing me to the ground. His heat encompasses around me, warming like an electric blanket. His knee parts my thighs, wedging his way where I’ve craved him to be since I first laid eyes on him.

  Rocking my hips, I flip him to the side, climbing over to straddle his groin without breaking our kiss. His hands land on my upper thighs, pulling me to him and grinding into my core. Groans escape from both of us at the delicious friction, and our kiss takes a turn to become more dirty than angry.

  The craving to have this man underneath me, naked, while I bounce on his cock has my skin breaking out in cold chills like an icy wind just came out of nowhere. My nipples grow hard under my tank top, and a whimper breaks free as our tongues tangle with each other. I want to tie him up and fuck him until his dick no longer stands up.

  “Uh, Chevy?” Ace’s curious voice in the distance breaks through my Mercenary induced foggy brain.

  He continues yammering on. “Sorry to uh, bother you guys, but the truck’s here and the driver needs you to sign before he can start unloading.”

  “Shit,” leaves me in a breathy huff as I pull back. My lustful gaze locking on Mercenary’s lowered lashes as he stares back, lazily, irises portraying he wants to fuck me just as badly.

  “I love Snickers,” he rumbles after a second of our trance, and I smirk.

  “Good, cupcake, eat up.” With that, I stand and follow Ace toward the loading bay.

  10. If anyone can have it,

  I don’t want it...

  - Smart women

  I’m eating the banana Chevelle gave me when my brothers stroll into The Pit, finding me on my ass, stuffing my face. Odin’s blond brow hikes, his stony expression reminding me of his older brother, Viking. “We interrupting your breakfast?”

  Swallowing, I shake my head. “I have a feeling this is going to be breakfast and lunch. You guys get the body?”

  “Yeah, I can’t believe the stupid fuckers strung him up out in the open,” Torch gripes and Nightmare grunts in agreement.

  “Me either. Is it just you guys or did the other brothers ride over with you?”

  Nightmare tucks his dark, shoulder-length hair behind his ears. “Just us. The rest were too hung over.”

  I nod. The lucky asses getting to drink and relax last night. I was here keeping watch for Iron Fists to pop up all night. My eyes feel like they’ve been pricked by needles from the little sleep I was able to get.

  “They got the Fist to talk; we found one of their locations too.”

  “No shit?” I ask O, and he confirms. No wonder they were celebrating. I’ve heard a few times how they’ve been waiting for years to lock down this rival club.

  “Vike doesn’t believe it all, of course. He thinks there’s another spot they’re either hiding, maybe more or something else we don’t know about.”

  “Possibly three spots? You think they’d be that organized to have the club spread out in three locations?”

  “Probably,” Torch says and leans against Chevelle’s Nova.

  “Careful brother, if the bitch sees you on her car she’ll flip.”

  He snorts. “I’m not so easily intimidated.”

  Odin scoffs. “If you had any sense of self-preservation you would be when it comes to her.”

  Rather than argue, I open the Snickers and take a big bite. She even got me the king-sized bar. It’s the best one. I get done chewing and ask, “What’d you do with the body?”

  Nightmare grins. “It’s rolled in a tarp and loaded in the truck. I’m gonna let Saint feed it to the pigs at the farm. Looks like it was one of their prospects. I think they got nervous that someone ratted them out or whatever, so they killed one of their own.”

  A shiver overcomes me imagining the hogs eating the body. I’m a hardened biker, but that shit’s gross—even for me. “You guys had good timing. The delivery truck showed up, must have been right after you got the body down or I’m sure we’d be hearing sirens about now.”

  “The last thing we need is the cops catching wind of this,” Odin gripes and we all nod, agreeing. None of us want to end up in jail, especially for crimes we didn’t commit. “Prez wants you at the club for church tomorrow. He said to bring Chevelle with you, so she’s not left here alone.”

  “Bet, text me the time, and we’ll be there.”

  “Yeah, good luck with getting her to go with you.”

  “I’ll probably talk her into going for food and then just stop at the club. She won’t have a choice.”

  Odin snorts. “You think she’ll actually let you drive? Keep dreaming, brother.”

  “I’m going to stick her on my bike. She won’t have a say in the matter.”

  “How you going to manage that?”

  “It’ll be her idea.” I grin, and they chuckle.

  “You ever been on a motorcycle before mine?” I ask as she bites into her taco.

  She chews a few times and then replies. “A Ducati but not a bike like yours, no.”

  Who the fuck had a Ducati for her to ride? My Harley is nice, but probably not as smooth of a ride as an expensive ass Ducati. Wonder who the lucky prick was that had her and was too stupid not to hold on to her? What a dumbass. I never would’ve let her go had it been me. Rather than demand a name and social security number to hunt him down, I take a swig from my beer and move on.

  “What did you think of the ride?”

  “Surprisingly, I enjoyed it. I can see why you guys like it so much, kind of reminds me of when I race.”

  “That’s because I was hauling ass with you, figured you’d appreciate the speed and adrenaline.”

  She nods and licks her lips. She misses some salsa just under her bottom lip, and I reach forward. Swiping my finger to catch the salsa, I bring it to my mouth and her eyes flair.

  “Salsa,” I rasp.

  She grabs the finger I just had between my lips and brings it to her mouth, sucking it. Her tongue swipes the tip, and the stroke instantly has my imagination running wild, wanting my cock to be in its place. A growl escapes as my groin tightens, wanting to yank her across the table at the fucking taco shack. She’s lucky she’s not mine, or I’d take her out back and have her sucking my cock off and fucking her across my bike in a heartbeat.

  “Maybe I didn’t want to share,” she taunts after releasing my hand.

  “We need to go.” I manage to choke out, staring her down.

  “But I’m not done.”

  “I have church to get to and any more time watching that mouth, I’m gonna be fucking it.”

  Her cheeks heat as her breaths increase in speed. Her chest moves with her heavy breathing and her lids lower, irises dilating at my proclamation. She wants me to fuck her. She wants me to take her decision away so when she fights me on it, she can pretend she doesn’t want it as badly as I do.

  “You’re pretty damn bossy, biker.”

  “And you’re sexy as fuck. You want to suck my cock or head to the clubhouse? This is the only time I’m going to ask before I make the decision for you.” It’s enough of a threat to piss her off. She doesn’t like to be bossed, and I love having control. We’re like fire and fire, both burning hot and demanding, both vying for full control.

  She stands with a huff. “I’ll get a to go bag.” She stomps off to the counter, and I watch her swing her plump ass with each step. The young cabana looking guy smiles, and turns on the charm, thinking he can flirt with her, probably
planning to ask for her number. I should knock his damn teeth out looking at my woman like that.

  Gritting my teeth, I chug the remaining beer to cool off my temper. I don’t need to get arrested at the damn taco joint for a kid merely getting through puberty. I’d really appear like a damn jackoff to Chevelle then. Witnessing her smile for him has me wanting to lock her in my room back at the compound. None of my brothers would give two shits if I kept her as mine. Fuck, she’d be pissed if I did. She’d probably slit my throat the first chance she got. Stubborn female.

  “A little friendly, huh? You like ‘em young?” I grumble once she comes back and begins loading the rest of our food into a paper bag to take with us. I ordered like twenty tacos, so I’d have some for dinner too. Chevelle wasn’t screwing around when she said she doesn’t cook.

  She glowers my way. “I like them when they aren’t assholes, not that it’s any of your business.”

  “Too bad.” I get to my feet and don’t tip, cause fuck that guy getting my money.

  “Hmm?” Chevelle hums with a frown. She’s a badass, but she’s way too curious. It’s her downfall and has been the way to get her to let her wall down with me.

  “’Cause I’m an asshole,” I shrug and strut toward the door, shooting a glare at the guy behind the counter. He stares at Chevy for a moment, but it’s quickly broken when he catches my look. His eyes suddenly find the counter in front of him pretty damn interesting. Smart move on his part. I don’t start a lot of shit, but I do tend to be territorial when it comes to a woman I’m interested in.

  She follows me to my bike. “Why were you looking at him like that?” she asks, catching up to me.

  “He was interested in you.”

  “So? I’m here like three times a week, sometimes four. He’s used to me.”

  “No,” I hiss. “He likes you.”

  She shrugs, and I snatch the bag, securing it in my saddlebag and throw my leg over to take my seat. “It’s not really a big deal.” She places her palm on my shoulder and climbs on behind me. She adjusts until she’s snug up to my back.