“Take your hate out on me, show me how much you hate me. Show me how much I hurt you.”
“What? You’re crazy.” she squeaked, backing away from me.
“And I’ll show you how much I’ve always wanted you, how fuckin’ sorry I am, I’ll make you forget everything.” I said, closing the distance between us again.
I held back waiting for her to take the next step, as soon as I saw her relenting, I couldn’t stop myself, I leant in and took her by the mouth again. It didn’t take long before she was kissing me back, dragging my cut over my shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. My tee was ripped over my head and discarded before I could blink.
A year I have been waiting for this, I wasn’t going to wait a second longer. I scooped her up in my arms and took her upstairs. For the second time today I threw her on the bed, but this time I wasn’t walking away.
She climbed on all fours and crawled over the bed, latching onto my belt she pulled me forward. I frowned at how expertly and swiftly she had my belt undone and jeans down, she had shyly admitted last year she was a virgin. She was embarrassed by it but I found it hot that I would be the first and only dick in her, because she sure as shit wouldn’t have been fucking anyone else while I was around.
Before I could read too much into it, she had my dick in her mouth and was sucking like a fuckin’ vacuum, grabbing her hair with both hands I pushed deeper into her mouth and she fuckin’ took it.
Less than a minute in her mouth and I was about to blow my load straight down her throat, I wasn’t ready to finish yet. Reaching over her to pull her legs out from underneath her was a mistake, she fuckin’ bit down my cock!
“What the fuck woman?” I snapped, pulling away from her.
“You told me to show you how much I hate you!”
“Oh you’re going to pay for that.” I warned her.
“So are you.”
Staying where she was on the bed, she shimmed out of her shorts leaving her in her panties and smiled wickedly before opening her legs as wide as she could and began trailing her clit with her finger. The sight of her wetness showing through was hot and fuck, I had to be inside her.
In the next moment I was on top of her, ripping her panties to the side and sliding my cock inside her. Tight, oh so fucking tight, every thrust had her screaming,
“Scream my name baby.” I urged her.
“Fuck off.” she screamed.
I dug my hip into her thigh, she opened her legs even wider than before, moaning for more of me inside her. She pushed her hips up against me, tightening herself around my cock each time she moved, I wasn’t going to last much longer.
“Fuckin’ scream for me baby.” I growled.
“Fuck you.”
“You.Are.Fuckin’.Me.”
I groaned close to her ear, she proceeded to get the better of me and before I knew it, she was on top of me.
“I hate you!” she cried, digging her nails in my thighs as she leant back and held on.
For the first time in my life, I could do nothing but lie there and take what this fucking goddess was giving me. I could feel her reaching climax. She fell forward on my chest and I took over, crushing her against me I pounded into her until she cried out a final time, and we exploded together.
Alannah
This is what it should have been like last time, I thought to myself still slumped across Cas’s chest. Then, what he did shot to the fore front of my mind, still immobilised from the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had, I didn’t have the energy to stop the tears. I hated myself for not keeping him away and making him leave, I hated myself for responding to his touch and most of all I hated myself for loving every second of being with him. I’m pathetic, my second night back and I’m already in his arms.
He knew I was crying, he could feel my tears falling down onto his chest. He gently rolled me off him, left the room and quickly returned with a wash cloth. It was such an intimate act to clean me afterwards, how could he be so gentle now when I know how cruel he could be? Then I remember we didn’t use a condom, I’m on birth control but with his many conquests I couldn’t trust he was clean, well, this just gets worse.
“I’m so sorry Lana.” he whispered, over and over trailing soft kisses across my stomach.
I couldn’t hear his apologies anymore, I pushed his head away and rolled onto my side away from him.
“Don’t do this baby, I know you hate me for what I did, but there’s a whole lot of shit you don’t know.”
Him making excuses made me feel worse, I couldn’t look at him, everything we shared was ruined when he went to bed with one of the whores. I know the kind of life the club leads, different women each night even if they have old ladies waiting at home for them, violence and deception. None of that mattered to me because I thought Cas was different, of course I knew he wasn’t an angel but for an entire summer he was more than an angel to me, he was a god.
Tonight was nothing but closure, I’d never have to wonder what that night would have been like if it played out differently.
“I don’t want to know, what’s done is done. It doesn’t matter now.”
“It matters to me, you matter to me.” he urged.
I heard the sincerity in his voice but I also heard it last year and look how that ended. I have no club, no college to run away to, I’m all on my own now, even if I could trust him there’s no way this could work. From the minute my uncle sent me here, we were worlds apart.
“I shouldn’t matter to you, tonight meant nothing. Go back to your club and leave me alone.” I begged.
The sooner he left, the sooner I would fight myself to forget about him.
“Tonight meant everything and you fuckin’ know it.” He hissed, “And if you think I’m leavin’ you alone, you’re fuckin’ wrong.”
“I don’t care anymore, you do what you got to do and I’ll do what I got to do.” I murmured.
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean.” He asked, getting angry.
I’d had enough now, I sat up and got in his face.
“It means…fuck off. You think because we fucked tonight I’m just gonna forget everything?” I yelled, losing my temper, “You’re never going to change, you’re the club and I’m not anymore. You got what you wanted, just get out!” I screamed.
“I’m goin’ to find out what’s goin’ on Lana, I’m goin’ to fix this for you.” he promised.
“If that’s what eases your guilt, whatever.”
I was physically and emotionally exhausted, after being kicked out of the club and tonight’s escapades, I had nothing left.
I thought our stare off was never going to end, all of a sudden he was crushing my lips with his again, one hard, fast kiss before he was sliding out of the bed and back into his jeans, he turned as he fastened his belt buckle.
“It’s never over between us.”
He was at the door before I could get my comeback out.
“It’s never going to begin!” I yelled.
“It just did.” he yelled back.
I could hear his laugh as he ran down the stairs and went into the kitchen.
I sat frozen until I heard the rumble of his bike fade in the distance.
No longer having the energy for anything, not even to think I fell back and curled around the pillow. I was asleep in seconds.
Chapter Three
Alannah
The morning came round too fast. Stretching my legs out, I felt stiff and slightly sore from the previous night. Normally I’m not one for laying around in bed in the mornings, but today I can’t find a single reason to get up. Dark clouds were moving across the sky as I looked out of the window, perfect weather for my mood. A clutter of bangs downstairs had me jumping out of bed. I searched the drawers in the room and found an oversized t-shirt and threw it over my head. Maybe I should have more self-preservation I thought as I ran down the stairs and made my way to the kitchen, where I found Sparky having an argument with the coffee maker. Laughing t
o myself I crossed the rest of the room and took over.
“Mornin’ Barbie, I was wonderin’ when you were goin’ to show your face?” he chuckled.
I choose to ignore his Barbie jibe and reached for the mugs on the side.
“What are you doing here?” I still haven’t forgiven him for lying to me.
“I followed the prospect up, he’s been posted to watch over you.” he said, simply.
And just like all other times we fell out, a simple conversation would put us back on track in our friendship.
“Why?”
“Because your uncle decided he needed to be here, shit is gettin’ crazy out there and he wanted to make sure you’re safe.” he said, leaning against the counter top.
“I don’t know why he’s bothering, if I was in any danger surely I would be at the compound?”
“My thoughts exactly, anyway, you comin’ to the party tomorrow night? Everyone has been asking about ya.” he asked.
His quick change of conversation wasn’t lost on me but I didn’t push further, I knew the need-to-know basis was in motion.
“I don’t know, there’s so much to do around here, maybe next week, that’s if I am allowed.” I said, taking my coffee out onto the decking.
He raised his eyebrow at me, telling me not to be so stupid.
The clubhouse on a Saturday night is party time, all the guys unleash their previous weeks work, run-ins and stresses on alcohol and women. Once I was old enough I was allowed to attend, I didn’t care about the sex side of it, it was well known I wasn’t to be touched by anyone and when I left the compound to go shopping or wherever I would always have someone watching me so losing my virginity was one of the hardest tasks I’ve faced, it wasn’t until after Cas humiliated me that I lost my virginity to a guy at college. At the parties I liked to drink, dance and have a laugh.
Sparky followed me outside and we sat chatting over our coffees until his cell beeped and he had to go.
I walked him out to his bike and sighed.
“I wish life could go back to how it used to be.” I moaned.
Jealous of him clipping his helmet in place and about to ride his beast of a machine, I held myself tight and ignored the need to ride with him like old times. There has never been any attraction between Sparky and I, only a sibling type of relationship, him being four years older than me, he took on the big brother role and has never let me down.
“Life’s always changin’ Barb’s, sometimes it isn’t fair but majority of the time it all works out in the end.”
Before I spouted he was chatting a load of bull shit, I nodded and hugged him goodbye.
“I’ll come by tomorrow, let me know if you need anythin’, okay?”
“Okay.”
I felt like a tiny part of me was dying every time someone left me here, why is my uncle doing this to me and why the need for me to have a guard?
Completely ignoring the prospects’ presence on the porch chair, I went inside and slammed the door shut behind me.
Target for today…attack the kitchen with bleach and scrub it clean.
Cleaning until four am this morning, the kitchen is as clean as it’s ever going to be. In the pre-dawn light, the walls looked washed out and in dire need of freshening up. So after five hours sleep, I got washed and dressed and instructed the prospect to drive me into town so I could buy some paint. Looks like I’m here for the foreseeable so I might as well make it homely for myself.
The prospect was more help than I thought he would be, so far he has stayed out of my way. He hasn’t even been in the house to use the bathroom. During our trip to the hardware store he maintained a five foot distance behind me, after a half hour of me debating what paint I needed he offered his input. In the end, I told him what colour I wanted and he went off and got everything I would need, another highlight of the trip was he told me the club would pay.
I expected him to return to his guarding post on the porch when we were finished, but he looked indecisive about something.
“What’s up bodyguard?” I asked.
“No offence but do you need me to help?”
I laughed. He wasn’t as tall as some of the other brothers, but his stocky build with his strong jawline enhanced his kick-ass look about him. His hair was in between growing out, most prospects start with short hair styles and usually by the time they make the cut, their hair has reached their shoulders. Sparky is the only biker in the mother chapter that keeps his hair short.
“Yes!”
We worked mostly in silence, apart from when I needed his assistance and he would reply with short, sharp answers. He wasn’t rude about it, I could tell he was staying in his place, he was here to guard not to socialise, I suppose my uncle would have made that crystal clear to him.
Fed up with calling him prospect, I asked his real name.
“Billy.”
“Well, Billy.” I smiled, “Thank you for your help, I guess I’m pretty shit at this.” I said, nodding towards the one tiny wall I was attempting to paint.
“You’re not that bad, it takes practice. If you get the urge to decorate the entire house you’ll end up a pro.” he laughed.
What he said triggered something in me, it was daunting to think I would be here a long time, long enough to redecorate everywhere.
“Can you tell me why Michael put you here?” I asked, if anyone would know, surely he would?
“I’ll tell ya what I told Sparky and Cas, I was told to keep an eye on you, that’s all.” he seemed bored having to explain himself again. What intrigued me though was Sparky and most of all Cas questioning my uncle as well. I wouldn’t expect any less from Sparky but why would Cas be so interested?
Maybe I should go to the party tonight, try and found out what is going on. It wouldn’t hurt to show my face and to see if anything is out of place, which at a biker’s club would be hard to pin point.
“How do you fancy blowing this off and going back to the club? You can have a break from babysitting me?”
“Sounds good to me, I’ll pack this lot away while you go and get changed.” he offered.
It occurred to me as I was getting ready to shower that it was highly likely Cas would be there tonight and while I wanted nothing to do with him, I still wanted to look hot and show him what he will never have…again.
Choosing my shortest skirt and leather halter neck top, I jumped in the shower.
Cas
Sparky was nowhere to be found when I got back last night. After spending time with Alannah I was making it a priority to find out what Michael was up to. There had to be a reason why he forced her out of the club and then into the cabin instead of the town house?
Michael has always been a fast thinking, precise man, it’s what has made him the great leader he is. There’s been a few times he has made decisions without involving the club, they always worked out, the club always benefited financially and whatever the deal was, it cemented our reputation further so that no other club took advantage.
I’ve never questioned his motives before, I’ve trusted him and been loyal to him since I was seventeen years old. Kicked out of high school and finding myself in trouble at every opportunity, moving from foster home to foster home, he gave me a proper home and a family in the club, he gave me a job in the garage and trained me working on the cars and bikes. I was only a prospect for three months before I was patched in on my eighteenth birthday, usually it’s about a year on probation minimum, proving yourself worthy of wearing the cut.
Coming out of the garage, I glimpsed Sparky walking towards the clubhouse, I jogged over and pulled him to the side.
“Where did you get to last night? I looked around for ya but left when I saw your bike weren’t here.” he said.
“I went to the cabin like I said I would and then went for a ride.”
“So, what the fuck is goin’ on VP?”
“I don’t know,” I murmured honestly, “I want to know what you think.”
“All I k
now is, this shit with the Ghost Rider’s is spirallin’ out of control and I think Michael will do anythin’ to bring them down.” he said.
“Do you think Alannah has any part in this?” I asked, praying he could settle my growing fears.
“Honestly, if she has then I don’t think she has any knowledge of it, which puts her in more danger.”
His fears were the same as mine. If he’s making decisions using women then it puts us all in danger.
I swung round and punched the wall, the pain shooting up my arm took the edge of wanting to find our president and finding the truth out with violence.
I hated that I felt like this towards him, there is nothing worse in a club then having doubts about a fellow brother.
“What the fuck are we gonna to do?” I asked.
“All we can do is keep our eyes open and check in with Alannah as much as we can, without bringin’ attention to ourselves.”
“If he’s using her in any way I will fuckin’ kill him.” I warned, I meant every fucking word too.
“You need to cool down brother.” he said, pulling me further out of sight, “We need to be smart about this, we know fuck all, you go in there accusin’ Michael without proof and he’ll cover his tracks and we’ll never find what the fuck is goin’ on.”
He spoke sense, through the anger I know he is right, but the urge to jump straight in, fists first questions after was overbearing.
“Has somethin’ happened between you and Barbie I need to know about?” he asked, narrowing his eyes.
I didn’t want to lie to a brother, but technically it wasn’t lying, he didn’t need to know about last night.
“No, I just want to make sure she is protected and in my opinion one prospect isn’t enough protection, not when it comes to her.”
By the look he was giving me, he didn’t believe me but he didn’t say anything. He was just as worried as me, Alannah is like a sister to him and from previous experience I know he will go to any lengths to make sure she doesn’t get hurt.
Both our phones beeped alerting us to a message. It was from Slade.
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