Titan

by Esther E. Schmidt

  “Titan” Lost Valkyries MC #5

  By Esther E. Schmidt

  Copyright © 2018 by Esther E. Schmidt All rights reserved.

  No part of this book may be reproduced in any form, without permission in writing from the author.

  This book is a work of fiction. Incidents, names, places, characters and other stuff mentioned in this book is the results of the author’s imagination. Titan is a work of fiction. If there is any resemblance, it is entirely coincidental.

  This content is for mature audiences only. Please do not read if sexual situations, violence and explicit language offends you.

  Cover design by:

  Esther E. Schmidt

  Editor #1:

  Christi Durbin

  Editor #2:

  Virginia Tesi Carey

  Cover Model:

  Matt Kouba

  Photographer:

  Reggie Deanching

  rplusmphoto.com

  Dedication

  To those who need the reminder;

  “...take a breath between all the hits life throws at you...there might finally be something you can grab with both hands, to shift directions and put you on the right path.”

  ~Titan~

  Table of contents

  Chapter 01

  Chapter 02

  Chapter 03

  Chapter 04

  Chapter 05

  Chapter 06

  Chapter 07

  Chapter 08

  Chapter 09

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Epilogue

  Chapter 01

  ***Titan***

  Fresh off a damn plane and the first thing my new Prez asks me is to pick up my new toys. No, his exact words were “go get your guns.” I guess my former Prez let him know I never leave my damn bed without at least two pieces on me. I feel fucking naked without protection.

  Not that I need protection, I can manage pretty damn well with my bare hands when needed, though it comes in pretty handy if you’re in the line of work we’re in. The Lost Valkyries MC accepts jobs from those who need their dirty work done with precision. The kind of work that most often involves putting a price on someone’s head. Obviously, we have no problem collecting.

  We handle almost everything. Almost everything since we only take the jobs we think fit our standards. Yeah, mercenaries with morals sounds twisted, but it’s just the way we work. I guess you can say we’re the good kind of bad. Or at least the ones you want to have at your back when push comes to shove.

  So here I am, still wearing the same sweatpants I put on when I left France, and on my way to the middleman who supplies guns when we need it. I have no damn clue who the hell this guy is, or any of my new brothers for that matter. I mentioned new Prez, right? Well, my ass was on a plane hours ago because I transferred Chapters. I left Paris and exchanged my old post for the US Chapter of Lost Valkyries MC.

  It seemed logical to switch since I was brought up in the states. My father was one of the founders of the US Lost Valkyries MC. He died when I was a teenager and my mother took me back to France because half my family lives there. I speak both languages fluently, though my English does have a French accent due to the fact I lived there my entire adult life.

  Anyway, it was time for a damn change. The way my life was going back in France wasn’t the road I wanted to be on anymore. I hate to admit it, but I crave sex, and not in a normal way. My cock is double the normal size and my stamina is heavily underestimated by the women I’ve had in the past. And when I say past, I really mean in the fucking past because I’ve put myself in a dry spell.

  No more sweet pussy but only the use of my right hand to take the edge off. Believe me when I say I have no problem with getting laid but nothing spikes anymore so to say. Next step would be the doctor’s office. For. Fucking. Real. When the only thing that can get my rocks off is my right hand...yeah, no fucking doctors.

  My cock works perfectly fine and I would like to blame the women who don’t seem to make my cock twitch, but that would be even worse, right? Thus the dry spell decision and a change of scenery. I need shit to do, keep my mind occupied.

  Hence me switching Chapters and still wearing my damn sweatpants. I can’t have my thick cock confined in jeans for hours while sitting on a plane. First things first, get my new double Colt I special ordered, and check out my new room at the clubhouse some more. I already went to my room, but I mean other than dropping my bags. I need a fucking shower and some sleep. And everything needs to happen in that order.

  Ronin, my Prez, seems like a reasonable guy. Up until now shit has been handled flawlessly with two brothers standing at the airport to pick me up. They even had my bike with them on a flatbed. I shipped that thing weeks ago when I knew I was going to switch Chapters.

  When I got here they showed me my big, newly furnished room with a large bathroom, a way to weapon up and place an order for a Dual Colt, and what seems like a job to get my first day here started with.

  I park my bike in front of a brownstone where Ronin told me Luka, the guy who supplies guns, lives. Ronin asked me to pay attention to how Luka acted. He wants my opinion due to a rumor going around about a large gun shipment bound to end up in the wrong hands.

  The whispers are it involves a new Mexican gang trying to get foot on the ground here in town. Something about a large gang with two leaders falling apart and they need to start over. They’re trying to obtain a supply of weapons so they can deal with anyone who will interfere. Ronin suspects Luka might know more, seeing this guy handles most of the gun deals in this town.

  Anyway, I need to report back my thoughts and findings. Ronin also said there was a chance Luka was out of town and that I had to deal with either Joey or Billie. Then I should find out anything there was to know no matter who I got to deal with.

  Taking the stairs to the front door two at a time, I straighten my leather cut before ringing the doorbell. Curses ring out from inside the house, loud enough for me to hear through the closed door. When it opens, a tiny woman is standing there with rose gold, wavy hair that flows just over her shoulders. She’s straightening a jacket she seems to have just thrown on and wipes away some of the hair that has fallen in front of her face.

  It’s then I notice something that definitely puts me on high alert, besides this lush hotness standing in front of me. I don’t get a chance to throw a remark her way because she steps back and offers me a way inside as she mutters, “You’re early.”

  I step inside and close the door behind me. I slide a hand to my back in an effort to pretend I have a fucking gun there. Hell of a moment not to have one since this woman’s got blood spatter in her damn hair and some on her face. I don’t know what the hell is going on but she’s pretending all is dandy, even mentions I’m early, and I have no fucking clue who the hell she is. I was told to expect either Luka, Joey, or Billie.

  This woman, with the sexiest ass in all of female existence, has no fear. Why? She’s got her fucking back to me and prances into the living room expecting me to follow. As if I’m not the six-foot-tall, two-hundred-and-sixty pound biker she innocently scooted into the house.

  “Goldie,” I say, and keep my arm behind my back as if grabbing my piece, “turn around and explain faster than I can aim my gun.”

  She spins around and to my fucking surprise I’m the one at gunpoint. A damn fine one too. Wait. “Is that one of the dual Colt M1911’s I ordered?”

  “Drop it.” Her voice is stern and her eyes are fixed at waist level as if she can see through me and demands I drop the gun I’m reaching for.

  Little does she know I’m fucking faking it. She’s such a smart woman, though. She intentionally deflected my question, but she’s a woman nonetheless. That’s
the exact reason why I do drop it. My pants to the floor that is.

  Drawing out the very reaction I wanted. Well, slightly different because I did expect the flash of her eyes widening, yet she blinks and lust takes over, making her eyes lock in a stare that sparks my cock to rise in appreciation. Her fucking pink tongue peeks through to lick her damn lips.

  Such a fine damn ass on this woman who already had my attention, add the heart shaped face, plump lips, and green eyes; every damn element spikes a surge of heat through my veins. I need to feel those curves underneath me. And let me tell you something...this woman is all curves, fucking perfection.

  I never had, or saw, a woman so damn unique for that matter. Maybe my old Prez, Paris, his Old Lady was all curves too. But this extremely gorgeous woman in front of me? My cock is telling me the hard truth with every pulse that runs through it; this one is made for my kind of fucking.

  Holy hell, think; dry spell. I’m on a damn dry spell and let’s not forget the crucial fact this woman is pointing a gun at me. Gotta use my brain here. One hop forward and I’ve unarmed her. The gun hits the floor and her lush body is caged in between me and the wall, plastering her fine tits against my chest.

  “Pretty moves for such a lush body, Goldie.” My bare cock is locked in between us, her clothes the only barrier preventing the slide home.

  Her eyes narrow and I can see she’s fighting herself to push the spike of lust away. “Such a lush body. Are you calling me fat? Is that the underlying tone for being surprised I can move while having a big ass? Well, how about this?”

  I feel something hard, other than my cock, in between us. Ah, there’s the other dual Colt M1911 I ordered.

  Chapter 02

  ***Billie***

  What an ass. And I’m not talking about his actual ass, or mine, for that matter. I’m very aware I’m not a supermodel. I’m talking about the complete, huge, hot, very well endowed biker I have at gunpoint.

  “I believe that’s mine.” His voice is a rumble laced with huskiness and laughter. Oh, and did I mention a sexy, and thick, French accent?

  It’s hard to ignore the feelings inside my body that this man manages to raise with just his mere presence in the same room with me. I would like nothing more than to stay in this position and rub...no, dammit.

  “Move.” I hope I’ve managed to put a snap in my voice instead of a moan because, “Stop rubbing your thing against me.”

  The guy totally ignores the fact I’ve got a gun pressed against his body because he slides his hands up over my hips. One is trailing in between us to brush his thumb over my nipple, the other is sneaking around my neck. Dammit, he can feel my heartrate spike and his all telling smile shows he’s aware it’s him I’m reacting to. Full. Blown. Lust. I have absolutely no fear he will choke or harm me in any way. Clearly, I’ve lost my mind.

  “My cock is not a thing, Goldie. It’s a shame I have this self-imposed celibacy thing going on right now. I’m betting you’d be exceptionally enjoyable.” He tweaks my nipple, making me bite my lip. “And I wasn’t calling you fat, or disrespecting those fine curves of yours, it was meant as a damn compliment. Feel this?”

  I most definitely feel it, and as a result a needy moan escapes me when he rubs his massive hard length against my body. Shit. Way to have the upper hand when I have a damn gun and all he’s wielding is his dick and yet he’s winning the scream for attention.

  Correction, I had the gun. He hops back, due to his pants still bundled around his ankles, allowing me to see how he’s holding the gun now pointed at the floor.

  His voice is calm and collected. “Mind telling me where Luka, Joey, or Billie is for that matter?”

  “I don’t know where Luka or Joey are.” My voice shakes with the same amount of fear that is coursing through my veins. Though it’s not because of the man holding the gun, it’s due to the fact my brother, Luka, is missing.

  “Try again, Goldie.” His arm comes up as he aims the gun at me. “This time, cut it out with the fake fear and answer the fucking question.”

  “Pull up your damn pants first and quit calling me Goldie, my name is Billie, you idiot,” I snap, frustrated by the fact this idiot doesn’t believe me, and to top it off this guy is calling me a liar.

  A sly smile appears on his face. “How about that?” he mutters while turning his hand. “Mind holding on to this so I can pull up my pants?”

  I roll my eyes and take the gun, getting one more eyeful of this man’s impressive dick before he covers himself up. I have no shame, I know. I blame it on my porn addiction. Uh huh, I totally have one. Again, don’t judge. I have a killer sex drive. I wish my metabolism matched my libido, then I would have a killer body and a perfect way to pick up guys.

  But I don’t have an attractive body so my sex life is nonexistent, hence the porn addiction. Not that I’m a virgin or anything, I had sex a few times during college but after I gained more weight...guys like to skirt around me...so porn, fingers, or that devil of a powerful vibrator, gets the job done.

  “Thank you,” he says in a husky way filled with a hint of laughter as he takes the gun away from me.

  I let him since my dad told me a biker from Lost Valkyries MC would come by to pick up the dual Colt we special ordered for him. My family is in the gun supplying business. With my father’s connection overseas, it’s an international one to boot. I like to say I’m not a part of it, but I’m a daddy’s girl who knows how to handle her guns.

  “I sure as fuck thought Billie was a dude. Glad you’re not though.” The man freaking winks.

  He makes me want to shrug and ask if he’s sure about it, I might be sporting a dick in between my legs since he didn’t check...but then again, he did push himself close and deliciously rolled my nipples...shit, why am I thinking about this?

  “What’s your name? I knew a biker from Lost Valkyries MC would swing by but I didn’t get a name.” And I’m kinda curious if it suits him.

  “Titan,” he simply states and wow...it most definitely suits him.

  He glances around the room, his eyes landing on the bundled up rug and the coffee table lying on its side. I feel the need to explain. “There was a struggle.”

  “I can see that. I’m guessing it’s the cause of the blood splattered on parts of your face and hair.”

  What? I gasp and spin on my heels, heading straight for the bathroom. I glance in the mirror and gasp again when I see my own reflection. Dammit, why didn’t I check the mirror before opening the door? I only threw on a new shirt and jacket to cover up the blood.

  “Who’s that? Luka?” I hear Titan’s voice from the doorway. His eyes are on the guy I shot and hid in the bathtub.

  “I have no clue, but he’s definitely not my brother. I already told you I don’t know where Luka is. And it wasn’t fake fear like you said earlier, calling me a liar. I am afraid but it’s because Luka is missing, Joey too for that matter, and I’m absolutely not afraid of you. So go and take those two guns, they’re on the house. Now if you’ll excuse me...I need to call my father.”

  “Luka’s your brother?” His eyes go wide before they narrow as he snatches the phone from my hand. “It’s your mistake not to fear me, Goldie...and I’ll be sure to show you the reason why.”

  Well shit.

  Chapter 03

  ***Titan***

  I slide her phone into the pocket of my sweatpants and snatch my own out of my leather cut. I hit speed dial on the number I put in there when I was at the clubhouse. My Prez picks up on the second ring.

  “Yo, Titan here. I found Billie with a surprise that needs to be handled. You comin’ over?”

  “Be there in five,” Ronin states and hangs up.

  “Why did you do that?” She actually growls at me and makes a move toward my pants. I’d like to say she wants to grab my cock but I’m guessing it’s her phone she’s after.

  “I walked into this shit, I’m taking over. It’s club business now, Goldie. Stay put, my Prez is comin’.”


  “Your Prez?” She snarls and grabs a handful of my cut to lift herself on her toes, bringing our faces close as she hisses, “It’s not club business, it’s my family’s business. Now give me back my phone, I need to call my father so we can start looking for Luka.”

  “And you’ll get your phone back,” I inch closer to her face, our noses almost touching, “when my Prez gets here.”

  “I hate you.” I’m sure she wants those three words to come out angry, but instead she sounds breathless.

  Nothing matters except for the way she’s staring at me, so fucking close with lust openly swirling in those magnificent green eyes. Kissing isn’t fucking, right? Dry spell and all. Fuck it. I cup the back of her neck and slam my mouth down on hers.

  She gasps and releases a needy moan, allowing me to slide my tongue right in there to taste her. I can barely keep up the tongue wrestling match we’ve got going on. The way she’s grabbing my cut, as if she’s trying to climb me as the mountain of a man I am. Fuck.

  I have kissed my fair share of chicks, but this is the kind of mouthfucking where you pay the price between heaven and hell. The in between stuff where you want to stay and linger forever.

  Knocking on the door interrupts us and if it wasn’t for my Prez’s voice barking along with it, I would have totally ignored it. Reluctantly, I pull away from her sinful mouth, satisfied to hear her groan in disapproval.

  Opening the door, I let my Prez, Bark, Gust, and Crane inside. I met all of these guys today. Crane is a nomad and not always around. These brothers, except for Gust, all have an Old Lady. They all seem pretty down to earth, and from what I’ve heard from Paris, my former Prez of the Lost Valkyries MC French Chapter, all of them truly are.

  “Titan, what do you have for me?” Ronin puts his thumbs through his belt loops and waits for my explanation.

  “Unidentified male who needs to go swimming with the fishes instead of occupying the bathtub.” I raise my chin in the direction of the bathroom. Bark nods and heads toward the door. “Luka is missing and Billie here doesn’t know where he is and wants to call daddy to fix shit. Told her to wait for you.”