“Use this. If you need more, you call me,” I demand.
Scarlett picks the little green baggy up and eyes it. “I can get weed from my boyfriend, or anything else I want for that matter,” she replies, dropping the bag to the table.
I point at her with my face serious. “You don’t take any drugs from anyone else but me, do you understand?” I yell. She looks up at me, her face confused at my sudden rage. Who knows where she is getting drugs, or what they are laced with.
“Promise me,” I demand, still pointing at her.
Her tongue snakes out, licking her bottom lip slowly as she processes what I just said.
“All right, I won’t take drugs from anyone else. Promise.” Her tone is honest and sincere.
*****
I stare at the clubhouse from my truck, not entirely sure how I ended up in the parking lot.
“Locks, come on!” I find Candy in a next to nothing outfit pulling on Locks’ arm, tugging him across the parking lot toward the garage where the boys work on trucks. I roll my eyes and sigh. I could get out and make a scene, but what for? What would it change? I’m done being everyone’s doormat and need to start thinking of me. I spit out the piece of a nail I had just torn from my fingernail and open the door. I look around the lot noticing not many bikes or people are here. The party must be later. I walk into the club and notice a bunch of half-naked girls standing around the radio, arguing about what they should listen to next. Hinder’s ”Lips of an Angel” starts playing as I make my way down the hall to Bull’s room. I hear the shower on and see the steam rolling out of the bathroom and bellowing into the bedroom. I look back at the door coming into the room, not sure if I should leave. I should leave. I need to. I close my eyes, trying to calm my beating heart, knowing the repercussions of the actions I am about to proceed with. I look back at the bathroom and drop my purse. All I can do is go forward. Stopping and thinking of what I could dodifferently won't get me to tomorrow.My heart thudding fast and a sudden chill racing up my back, I turn and lock the door.
BULL
I step into the hot shower, letting it scold my back. The shower door suddenly opens, making me grab the gun taped to the top of the shower, instinctively aiming it at whoever just opened the door.
“Shit!” Babs shrieks, her hands held up in surrender. My eyes rake down her face to her nude, round, perky tits, her nipples erect and hard. Her chest is dusted with little freckles. I swallow the lump in my throat and allow my eyes to trail further down, past her belly button to the little red strip of hair just above her pussy. I look back up at her quizzically, hot water bouncing off my head and landing on her chest, making her eyelids flutter with every splash. My dick is hard and craving to take her, not caring of the consequences.
“You know what you’re doing, darlin’?” I question, my voice rough. I might not care of the consequences, but she may not be thinking clearly, not thinking of the outcome.
“Locks and I are over, regardless of the club’s stupid laws,” she declares bravely.
I raise my hand and replace the gun above the shower. I wrap my arm around her waist and bring her into the hot shower, plowing her tits against my chest. Her scent of vanilla laces with the misty shower, the delicious smell making the desire in my dick grow. I lean down to kiss her, but she backs away. Shit, what am I thinking? Just as I’m about to agree that this is crossing a line, she smirks.
“Umm, you have some…” She reaches down and picks up a washcloth and wipes at my face. My eyes come across the white cloth and see spots of red, blood.
“That doesn’t scare you?” I ask as she continues to wipe at my face carefully, her touch gentle and caring. She stops and looks me.
“There are a lot of things about this club that scare me, but blood and death isn’t one of them,” she speaks softly. That sentence alone should go to show the levity of the situation she’s in. Babs is a prisoner, bound by the ruling of Locks and damned by the way of our life. I can’t help but feel like it’s my fault; it’s my club after all. It’s my club, something I tend to forget. I grab the towel and throw it to the floor. I reach around her waist and grab ahold of her ass cheeks, digging my fingers into her flesh. I want Babs, and her stepping into my shower makes her mine, for now. She wraps her legs around me and fingers her hands in my hair. I look up at her pale face, her lips parted and her green eyes sultry. She leans down and kisses me, her lips taking charge and part my own. I slip my tongue past her cherry tasting lips and lick at her tongue. She moans in my mouth and sucks on my tongue, making my dick jump and swell more than it was. I peck her neck, biting at her collarbone as I come across the freckles dotting just above her breast. I dart my tongue out and trace it along the pattern of speckled beauty marking her skin. I hold her weight with my knee, take my hand off her ass, and grab at her tit. Lifting it to my mouth, I draw it in with the tip of my tongue, sucking on it hard. She moans loudly, her head falling back with the amount of pleasure my mouth offers her. I slowly let her slide off my knee. Her hands slide down my chest and fist my cock hard. I lower my eyes and growl, wanting to plow my dick right into the hot mouth of her.
Like she can read my mind, she slides to her knees, both hands on the shower floor, and slowly opens her mouth. Her eyes look up at me. She flicks the head of my dick with her tongue, teasing me. My knees tremble from the anticipation. I can’t take much more. I grab the back of her head, directing her mouth toward my throbbing cock. She pulls her head from my hand, wanting to lead, and lunges at me with her mouth wide open. Inhaling half my length in-between her lips, the head of my cock lines her inner cheek.
“Oh, fuck!” I moan, grabbing onto the sides of the shower. She bobs her head up and down my shaft, her red hair clinging to her face as she sucks me. I feel my balls tighten and my dick pulse. She reaches up and fondles my balls, making my head fall back and my lungs seize. Just as I think I’m about to jizz in her mouth, I gently pull her off my dick by her wet hair, standing her up. Her eyes at half-mast with lust, gazing at me. I grab her by her round hips and turn her around, pushing her against the shower stall. Her hands spread on either side of her head against the white tile. I kick her legs apart and slide my hand in between her thighs, finding her swollen clit. I press on it and swirl it with my index finger. Her legs shake and her mouth gapes open as she moans. I slide my finger back in an inch and find her warm pussy. I dip my finger in to get just enough of her juices, and then slide them back up and swirl it around her clit.
“Bull,” she whimpers, her body trembling. I grab the base of my cock and slide it between her butt cheeks, searching for her opening. She stands on her tiptoes, helping me find my aim. As soon as my dick finds that heat, I push forward. Her body rises as my cock fills her, tightening on my dick. I slide my hands around her front and grab onto her breast. Her hands lift, resting on top of mine. I start thrusting, my dick sliding in and out of her smoothly. Her head falls back on my shoulder as I continue to fuck her from behind.
I lean my face down and kiss her pouty lips. She traces my lip with her tongue, adding to the pleasure already building in my dick. I slide a hand off her tit and down her belly. Gliding over her mound, I find that swollen button again. I gently give it a light slap and thumb her clit. She moans, her body pushing back against mine as she hits the peak of her climax. Like a rush of water, my dick pulses as I release my load inside her, groaning in the back of her neck.
We stand there panting, my dick still inside her. She pulls from me suddenly, her eyes frantically trying to read mine. I look down at my shaft, glistening from her wetness as the shower head pounds warm water on my back. The high from my release now coating with guilt. What the fuck did I just do?
She raises her hands and covers her chest, suddenly shy. She must be feeling the same way.
“I…I…” she stammers.
“I get it, doll,” I assure her, knowing what she is feeling at this moment.
She suddenly bolts from the shower, leaving me in a stream of water
turning cold. I broke the club's laws, threw the rules I preach right out the window. But I've never played by the rules, so why start now.
I am the one who pounds in these boys’ heads about being loyal. Wearing the patch is wearing the honesty of your brother. And I just fucked my VP’s wife, honesty was not my priority.
*****
The next day, Babs shows up, her eyes catching mine as soon as she walks in. I can’t help but grin at her, the secret of what we did so sexy, I want to take her again. She grins back at me and quickly makes her way into the kitchen. I get up from the stool, tossing the newspaper in Hawk’s direction.
She is putting coffee into the filter when I walk in. Her curly red hair is down today; I love it when she wears it down. I walk up behind her and grab both of her hips slightly. She turns in my hold and purses her lips.
“What we did was very bad,” she whispers, her head lolled down in shame. I nod, it was.
“It was. We broke laws, and it would piss a lot of people off knowing what we did. But you can’t deny it was fucking great either,” I say honestly, not holding any mercy on the matter.
She tries to hide a smile, biting her bottom lip.
“We can’t do it again,” she mutters, her hand slightly pushing me way from her. I smile, knowing she is full of shit, but okay, I’ll let her believe that. When I stepped over that line with her last night, I fell right over the edge into falling for this beautiful creature. Now I'm fucked. There's no turning back from this standpoint.
I wear the shame of that night in the shower with Bull every time I see Locks. He might be okay with treating me like shit and cheating on me, but I can’t do it without guilt. Over the last four months, there has been a time or two Bull and I have gotten hot and heavy, but one of us breaks away before it gets to the point of no return. There have been many times I’ve packed up my bags; literally ready to flee the state and say fuck Locks. But something always holds me back, Scarlett being one, and here lately, Bull. When I'm with Bull, I feel desire and strength mend the broken pieces of my shattered life.
I wait by the bar for the bitch who has Bull in a frenzy today. Apparently, his ex-fling called him, needing the club’s protection desperately from some ex-boyfriend. She supposedly flew in from New York and will be here any minute. I have heard the back story from Vera, one of the ol’ ladies I talk to here and there. Said the ex-girlfriend named Lady walked in on Bull and Roxy, Candy’s mother. Go figure Candy is such a conniving slut; she gets it from her mother. I guess it wasn’t what it looked like, but Bull didn’t clear the air either. The next thing they knew, Lady was gone and the ol’ ladies were asked by Bull to take care of Roxy for stirring up shit with Lady behind Bull’s back. Vera said she took great pleasure in beating the shit out of Roxy with some brass knuckles. She said Bull could have found Lady easily, but he let her go. I look up from the counter to Shadow carrying some young brunette through the doors. She is limp in his arms and looks young.
“What the fuck?” I voice out loud, surely that’s not the ex-girlfriend. Shadow looks at me, his face pale and in shock. My heart stammers rapidly, nervous at what’s going on outside.
Just as I’m about to round the bar, Bull opens the club door and in walks a tall brunette. Her chocolate hair is flawless and she’s wearing a white button up blouse.
“Lady, this is Babs,” Bull introduces me, his face red from riding in the sun. Lady eyes me, her face scrunched with distaste as she takes me in. I have to pinch my lips to keep from laughing. She is nothing I would have expected Bull to be with. She is too clean and professional looking. I thought his ex-girlfriend would have some streak of biker in her, but looking at this woman I don’t even see a morsel of it.
“Mmm,” Lady vibrates with disapproval as she gawks at me.
“Let’s go talk, figure out what’s going on, doll,” Bull says, placing his hand on the small of her back. I scowl at the gesture and see flames burst from behind my eyes at him touching her. Does she think she can just come back here and have Bull? Does Bull want to be back with her? I feel jealous. The feelings I have for Bull have grown over time, and they are all coming very clear at the moment. I want Bull, and this bitch is not going to step in the way of that.
About twenty minutes later, everyone leaves the chapel. Lady sits on a stool as Bull makes his way down the hall to where the young girl was taken to
“You got something to drink?” Lady asks, wiping her forehead with a handkerchief she pulls from her purse. She looks flustered and nervous.
“What do you want?” I ask, trying not to sound hateful.
“Something hard and in a clean glass,” she insults. I scoff and find a dusty glass from the back of the rack and grab something cheap from the whiskey cabinet, giving her a shot. She eyes the glass, then back at me, disgust dripping from her intense stare.
I smirk.
Shadow comes in and slumps against a stool next to Lady. She looks at Shadow, glaring at him. I feel protective, my claws ready to scratch this bitch if she disrespects him. She sets the untouched glass down on the bar, gets up, and walks down the hall.
I grab the dirty glass and put it in the sink to wash, and glance over at an overwhelmed Shadow fidgeting with his hair.
“Who was that girl you were carrying?” I interrogate.
“Bull’s daughter,” Shadow replies, his hands covering his face, making it hard to hear him clearly. The wind is suddenly taken from my lungs.
“His daughter?” I shriek in disbelief. “I didn’t know Bull had a daughter,” I reply out loud.
“Yeah, me neither,” Shadow remarks, running his hands back and forth through his hair. Something has him wired and nervous. I have never seen Shadow like this before, and it seems to have just happened. I look at the hall, wondering if that young girl he was carrying has anything to do with it.
“You better stay away from that girl, babe. She’s the president’s daughter,” I encourage softly, not wanting to stir him up.
“Yeah, thanks for the tip,” Shadow snarls, making me giggle. I can tell he has already crossed a line.
BULL
I run my hands through my hair nervously, looking at the young girl who looks identical to me, my daughter. I literally just found out I was a father. Looking at this young girl, I have missed out on more than a few years, and who knows what her mother has said about me. When Lady left me, she left on the worst of terms, and I did nothing to reconcile them. I wanted to find Lady, wanted to figure the shit out that was going on between us. However, I knew this world was never meant for Lady. Bringing her back and making her my ol’ lady would be torturing us both. I look back at my daughter, her bright green shinning back at me. She’s waiting, wanting to know where her father has been this whole time. What the fuck do I say to that?
“If I had known you existed, Dani, I would have been there. I will never forgive your mother. I can only imagine the things she has said about me over the years. When she left, we were not on the best of terms,” I say with as much honesty and sincerity as I can muster. Dani’s face takes on an amused look.
“Only to say I was acting like my father. If I asked about you, she would just ignore me. She is a very private person, about everything. She works a lot, too. So we haven’t really bonded.” She looks up from fiddling with her hands, those green eyes confirming she is most definitely my child. “I just found out about you on the plane ride.” My heart slams against my chest in the most painful way. Fucking Lady didn’t even tell her about me, go figure. I can’t help but hurt a little. The bitch hides me as a father, but comes running to me for protection when shit with her and her boyfriend go south?
“Well, your mom told me everything that happened. You guys are going to stay here until things blow over. You’ll be free from danger here. I would put you guys up in our safe house, but we have a charity event coming up and we have other chapters already held up there.” Come to think of it, I need to get those boys out of that house and get Dani there. Having her
at the club full of horny men is not a good idea.
“Charity event?” She looks at me with a shocked expression, her mouth gaping open. She knows nothing of my life, the way of the club. I sigh. If she’s anything like her mother, she’ll write me off when she sees the shit that happens here.
“Yeah, some little boy and his mother were hit by a drunk driver. They can’t afford the doctor bills, so we rebuilt a bike we’re going to auction off for the family. Things will get crazy here during the after party. I know I haven’t been your dad more than ten minutes, but I would rather you stay in this room when the party comes back here.” I know I have no right to tell her to stay in here, but for the sake of redeeming me as a father, she needs to stay in this fucking room.
The door slams open and Lady steps in with a cynical glare on her face, looking right at Dani.
“Thanks for having us here, Bull. We already feel welcomed,” Lady remarks hatefully. God, she is such a bitch. Did she forget she came to me for help, not the other way around? I want to throw her ass out on the fucking streets, make whoever she pissed off back in New York deal with her. Not to mention, I had to use my favor I had with the Ghost MC just to get her fucking ass here.
“Yeah, anything to keep my daughter safe, Lady,” I inform, emphasizing the word daughter.
“Yes, I can see you're such a great father,” she retorts, insulting me.
“If it wasn't for her, I would send your ungrateful ass packing,” I roar, pointing at the door, my anger over the edge of caring about this ungrateful bitch. Would it have killed her to call me, tell me I had a fucking daughter? “What you did was unforgivable, not telling me I had a daughter.” Lady’s face twists with disgust, her eyes squinting with distaste.
“Why in the hell would I tell you? You told me you didn’t want me. I gave up everything to be with you, and you made it more than clear you didn’t care.” I cringe with the words and the tone of her emotional state. I said and did a lot of things back then, scared of losing my club. I am man enough to say I picked the club over Lady, and felt regret as soon as it happened, but it’s the past and I’m trying to make up for it by being here now, especially for my kid.
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