by C. Tyler
I thread my fingers through his and guide his hands to my chest, wrapping them around my breasts. Chas squeezes them, rolls them in his giant hands, and pinches my nipples playfully. Every time he does, another jolt races through my body. I can’t stand it anymore, so I start to move.
Chas’s grip on my tits tightens just a bit as I start to rock my hips. Within seconds, I’m bouncing against him, throwing myself down onto his dick as hard as I can, meanwhile, refusing to look away from him. I’m as entranced by his expression as I am by the way he makes me feel. There’s something intoxicating about watching a man struggling to keep his wits while you’re busy pushing him into euphoria.
His brow begins to furrow as he draws his bottom lip between his teeth. I can’t express how sexy that look is because I know what it means—he’s nearing another orgasm. Whether he’s ready for it or not, one’s coming, and that’s beautiful to me because I’m the cause. For those few moments, I don’t care about reaching my own ends. I just want him to feel intense pleasure.
Evidently sensing he wouldn’t last much longer, Chas reaches between my thighs. He presses his thumb against my clit and begins to trace firm circles over the sensitive flesh. I let out a trembling moan and my rhythm wavers. I can barely concentrate as he touches me, and I guess that’s the point because he works fast and hard.
“Oh God.” My head dips as I lean forward, resting my hands against his chest while I do my best to keep moving. “Yes.”
He works faster, and the tension that’s been building within me before he came earlier returns with a vengeance. He knows it, and being near his own, he pulls me to his chest. Chas encircles me in his arms, holds me close as he plants his feet against the bed, and drives into me sharply.
A string of muttered, frantic yeses flies from my lips. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh fills my ears alongside his deep grunts before everything’s lost. My body erupts as I come. Every nerve is electrified and my mind clears. I can barely register his fingers digging into my back and the loud growl he lets out when he follows me over the cliff.
Chas gradually slows, and his body sinks into the mattress when he finally stops. I’m left quivering, my legs are shaking against his hips, and my sweaty forehead falls to his broad shoulder. I do my best to catch my breath, but honestly, I don’t care if I can breathe or not. I just want to feel him against me.
The sensation of his fingertips gently gliding up and down my spine tickles. He strokes me lovingly, and the endearing action brings me back to reality. I roll my head to the side so I can breathe and get as comfortable as possible.
“I love you, Mikey,” he says softly, in a voice laced with satisfaction.
“I love you, too, babe,” I reply in a matching tone.
We rest for a little while, but the night hardly ends there. Evidently, Chas had planned everything he wanted to do to me when he got out and I’m more than willing to let it happen.
Chapter Two
The smell of coffee rouses me. With a heavy groan, I roll onto my back and notice I’m alone in bed. I never felt Chas leave, but it isn’t all that surprising. Not only is the bed big enough to dwarf the room, but it’s a pillow-top and brand new. The box springs don’t squeak, and the soft mattress meant there was almost no way for anyone to feel anything. It was nice and the first real bed I’ve had in years. Up until this point, they’d all been cheap or hand-me-down.
I eventually sit up and throw my legs over the edge of the tall bed. I’m naked and sore, a perfect combination. Memories of last night flash in my mind, and I don’t bother fighting the smile they cause. Nibbling on my bottom lip, I grab my robe and head into the kitchen.
Chas is sitting on the couch, watching TV, wearing a huge pair of basketball shorts. I can see the ink on his arms and the motto written across his chest in a swooping line. On his back, he has a massive reaper, the same as the patch on the back of the club’s cuts. Literally, it’s the same, like a carbon copy on his body. Spencer’s been thinking about getting the same, and honestly, I think he should. Despite being a demonic, double-ended-scythe-wielding reaper, it’d be pretty damn sexy on both of them.
When I make it to the mouth of the hall and see him, Chas looks up and smiles. I return the sentiment. He rises and stalks towards me, kissing me when he reaches my side. Whether intentional or not, I swoon. It’s common nowadays.
“Coffee?” he asks in his typically gruff voice. I nod.
I join him in the kitchen where he pours me a cup of steaming caffeine. When he offers it to me and joins me at the kitchen table, we hear the front door unlock. Given the floor plan of the house is fairly open, we can both see who enters. It’s Spence.
“Okay!” he calls loudly as he steps inside with a hand clamped over his eyes. “Is everybody decent?”
Chas smiles, and I roll my eyes. “Idiot,” I say.
At hearing my voice, Spencer drops his hand and smiles. “Morning,” He joins us in the kitchen. “So.” He plops down in one of the two open seats and lets his beaming gaze drift between the two of us. “You guys have a good night?”
Chas again chuckles deeply while I flip off the blond. I know he means nothing by it. He’s only trying to get a rise out of me, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t deserve a middle finger or two.
“Fuck you,” I tease.
“You still got energy for more?” His brows rise as mock surprise takes his features. Spencer looks at Chas. “What’s the matter, bro? Couldn’t close the deal?”
Chas searches briefly for something to throw at Spencer, but when he can’t find anything, he just kicks his friend under the table. Spencer laughs as he reaches into his pocket for his pack of cigarettes.
“So, what’s going on today?” Chas asks while Spence lights his cancer-stick.
Spencer’s brows come together as he inhales the toxic smoke. He eyes Chas like he’s speaking another language.
“Nothing,” he says as he exhales. Spencer pulls the ashtray close and taps the end of his cigarette against the glass surface. “You just got out, man. Have some fun. See your kids. Business can wait a couple days.”
“You sure?” Chas asks as he runs his fingers through his long hair, pushing it away from his eyes.
“Yeah,” Spence nods. “It’s nothing that can’t wait.”
Chas gives him a nod of thanks and rises from his seat to get his coffee from the countertop where he left it.
Ordinarily, the guys wouldn’t speak about business in front of a woman. That’s just how things are. To the guys in the club, women don’t mean anything. It might sound strange, archaic, or even cruel to someone on the outside, but it’s true. Then again, most of the women who hang around MCs aren’t exactly the kind of women you’d want to keep around in your life. The only females who garner any kind of respect are those connected deeply to the club, like mothers, sisters, or daughters. Those women are borderline worshipped because they’re family. Any hangers-on? They don’t matter.
I fall into the family category, obviously. I’m as entwined with the club as my guys are, so they hide nothing from me. They know I can be trusted implicitly because there’s nothing I’d do against them. They’re my life, as much as I’m theirs.
“I’m gonna take a shower,” Chas says after he finishes most of his coffee.
He approaches the table and leans forward, kissing me softly on the lips before stepping away. He gives Spence a heavy pat on the shoulder in passing. A moment later, we can hear the water in the bathroom turn on.
My eyes drift to Spence. He exhales another lungful of smoke and stamps out his cigarette before his gaze meets mine. When it does, a smirk touches the corner of his lips, and it makes my insides flutter just a bit.
“Come here,” he says seductively.
Spence reaches for my wrist and tugs me to my feet. I step around the table and to his lap, straddling him like he silently tells me to. He holds my hips as he looks over me.
“Missed you last night,” he says when he takes
hold of my robe’s sash.
“I was busy,” I reply playfully.
Spencer chuckles as he tugs on the thin pieces of fabric. My robe slips open naturally. “I’ll bet you were,” he says with a soft, reverent sigh. I can see his eyes darken as more and more of my bare skin is revealed to him. Hooking his fingers around the edge of my robe, Spencer slowly pushes it open all the way. “Boy’s been pent up for more than a year. Little surprised you can walk.”
His fingers gently glide over my skin, across my chest, and over my nipples. It tickles and makes goosebumps form.
And even though he’s grown used to my scars, I can see a hint of sadness flicker in his eyes when he sees them. It breaks my heart that he still feels guilty about them. They’re not his fault, they’re mine. If only I’d been stronger…
But that doesn’t matter now. They’re just marks. That’s it. Actually, I’m a little surprised Chas didn’t mention them last night. Then again, I’m not entirely certain he was focused enough to notice them.
“Jealous?” I ask. My voice is soft because of the way he’s touching me, the way he’s looking at me.
“No.” And I can tell he’s being honest. “Wish I was here, though.” He wraps his hands around my breasts and squeezes. I gasp. A groan leaves his lips as he leans closer. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”
His breath glides across my skin, and my eyes drift shut on impulse. I thread my fingers through his hair, ignoring the product in it as I hold tight. He groans again and nips at my breast. I can feel the bulge in his jeans growing, pressing against my apex, and it sparks something inside me.
Spence’s hands caress every inch of me. His calloused fingers dig into my flesh, and my longing for him grows. I grind into his lap. His erection presses against my aching core, and he knows what I want. He wants the same.
Without hesitation, Spence reaches between us. I adjust myself out of his way. It takes only seconds for him to pull his dick free and guide himself inside me. I don’t bother stifling my moan as I’m impaled on him.
He kisses my neck, nips at it, and grips my ass so hard I’ll probably bruise. I don’t care. I treasure each mark my boys leave on my skin because it’s done with love.
Holding me tight, Spencer begins to guide me and I help, raising myself up on my toes when I need to. Soon, I’m bouncing in his lap. He slams me down as harshly as he can, and each time the chair creaks. I gladly meet his fervor.
My mewling gasps and his guttural moans fill the kitchen. My mind is clearing as he fills me completely.
“That’s it,” he breathes against my neck. “Fuck me just like that.”
A wicked grin takes my lips when I hear his words. I yank on his hair as a result, forcing his head to snap back and a vicious sound to echo in his throat. Spencer pries his eyes open and stares at me with an animalistic anger. I may have pulled his hair a bit too hard, but I don’t care, and he sees that.
“Okay,” he says darkly. “That’s how you want it?” I arch a brow challengingly. “You got it, Baby Girl.”
Spence suddenly stands with me still in his arms and crosses the kitchen, setting me down on the countertop. He yanks my robe from my body, digs his heels into the floor, and begins his assault anew.
“Fuck,” I cry as I’m sent reeling.
He slams into me sharply, and I love every mind-emptying second of it. His hands explore me, squeezing and caressing every inch of flesh before finding focus between my thighs. Spencer strums my clit with expert precision. My eyes roll back. It won’t be long. It never is.
As Spencer drives into me with force and brings me closer to my end, I wrench my eyes open. Over his shoulder and across the kitchen, I see Chas. He’s leaning casually against the archway in his shorts with his damp hair hanging around his face, and his eyes on me. He’s watching, and it brings another level of pleasure to the moment.
When his gaze meets my heavy eyes, they stay fixed. He watches my face twist with seductive joy, chewing on his bottom lip as he does. I love that he’s there staring at me, seeing what Spence puts me through when he touches me. I can see Chas’s erection pressing against the thin fabric of his shorts. I love that he’s as turned on by this as I am.
As Spencer fucks me senseless, Chas reaches into his basketball shorts and pulls his engorged cock free. With our eyes connected, he begins to stroke himself. I trace my tongue across my upper lip and dig my fingers sharply into Spencer’s shoulders.
Chas jerks himself in rhythm with Spencer’s thrusts, and it’s one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen. That combined with what Spence is doing to me is more than enough. I throw my head back and scream my orgasm as it saturates my every nerve. I tremble and shake while Spencer continues to plow into me.
But as I enjoy the euphoria, I force myself to open my eyes. I want to see Chas, too. Evidently, watching me come was all it took for him to do the same. I see his shoulders tense and his body tightens as he spills himself in his hand. A soft smile takes my lips—one he returns. With a wink, he steps away and disappears behind the archway once again, presumably to clean up. My attention immediately returns to Spencer.
I thread my fingers through his hair and fist it tightly. He bites back a growl, but I’m not finished. Running my tongue up the side of his neck, I nip his earlobe tenderly.
“I love your cock inside me,” I whisper in his ear. Spencer likes dirty talk as much as I do. “Fuck me, baby. Fuck me hard.”
He does as I demand and slams into me as hard as I imagine he can. I know he’s close because I can feel his hold tightening on my body. To help push him over the edge, I bite sharply into his shoulder, and pull his hair again. With a subdued roar, Spencer comes inside me, emptying everything he has.
His actions slow, and eventually Spencer stops altogether. He draws back and looks at me, completely satiated. I feel the same and I’m sure I reflect as much. He smiles slyly.
“Shit, you’re perfect,” he says with a sigh.
The compliment makes my stomach flutter like a teenager’s. Smiling sweetly, I kiss him. After a moment, we separate, and adjust ourselves to be as presentable as possible.
Chas returns to the kitchen not long after wearing jeans and a club shirt. He eyes us both knowingly.
“Couldn’t keep it in your pants, could you, man?” he teases.
“Hell no.” Spencer grins.
I just roll my eyes and shake my head as I take a seat at the table and sip once again at my cooling coffee. I love the two of them so much, even if they’re both smartasses.
Chapter Three
For the last few weeks, I’ve had a job working at a hardware store. It isn’t much, but it gets me out of the house, and gives me something to do. Plus, a little paycheck isn’t bad. And since it’s a mom-and-pop kind of place, it’s nice and slow.
Because we have maybe twenty customers a week, I keep myself busy straightening things up or sweeping. At the moment, I’m just lazily pushing the broom through the aisles. There’s nothing to sweep up, but it makes me look like I’m contributing and again, there’s really nothing to do for now.
As I’m sweeping down the final aisle, I hear the bell above the door chime.
“I’ll be right there!” I call loudly from my spot at the back of the store. As quickly as I can, I set the broom aside and jog briskly towards the front. “How can I help—”
The words suddenly lodge in my throat and my walk instantly stops when I see who came through the door. I’m immediately annoyed.
A young woman, who’s actually my age but looks ten years older, is standing in front of the counter. Her bleached-blonde hair is almost blinding in the store’s light, and her black roots are just tacky. She’s wearing clothes a little too tight for her, and just as garish as her ridiculously bright makeup. She’s the kind of woman who looks better in the dark or with a bag over her head. Years ago, she was attractive, but drugs can fuck you up quick.
“Macy,” I grumble. Taking a deep breath, I continue on my wal
k, and step behind the counter to face her. “What can I do for you?”
Macy is Chas’s ex and the mother of his two kids. I really don’t like her. Back in the day, sure. She made Chas happy—somehow—and that was all I’ve ever wanted for my boys, but then she turned. I don’t remember if it was the booze or drugs, or both, but she turned bitch real quick. When they split, she didn’t bother keeping her legs closed and fucked every guy who’d take her just to spite him. There was a surprising number of guys willing, too, especially since she was a former Ol’ Lady.
Macy started out as a Succu-bitch—a term I gave to the women who catered specifically to the MC. I always thought it was kind of clever. A succubus is a female sex-demon, and, given these chicks did any sexual favor for any member of the Devil’s Sons, the name made sense.
It’s rare as hell for a Succu-bitch to become a real Ol’ Lady, but somehow, she tricked Chas into dating her. Like, they actually dated when she accidentally got knocked up, and then were married because at the time I’m sure he thought he loved her, and Chas is a responsible, good guy.
Back then, when we were still young, the guys and I were a bit casual. What we shared was deep and profound, just the knowledge that we fit together a certain way most people couldn’t understand, but at the same time, we kind of knew there was a chance one or all of us might find someone else to possibly start a family with. It was that unspoken knowledge that made Spencer and me let Chas go, even if we didn’t want to. I was jealous, yes, but again, she made him happy so I reluctantly accepted it.
And I really didn’t have a problem with her at first, but then her real personality came out. The pain, frustration, and agony she put Chas through in the subsequent months meant she was immediately and permanently on my shit-list. I mean, I actually trusted her to take care of him, trusted that she was a decent person, worthy of Chas, and I was wrong. I gave my fucking blessing to that union, told Chas that no, I didn’t mind because she seems nice. Oh, I can’t put into words how much I hate her now.
