You Wreck Me (The Prospect Series Book 1)

by Glenna Maynard

  With that bastard out of the way, I went back to Harlee and she slammed her door in my face.

  I tried for weeks to get her to talk to me, anything. I even stopped doing fuck jobs for the club, and since I hurt his daughter, Pres decided to punish me by making me prospect for longer, like it wasn’t his fault too, since he was the one that ordered me to do that shit in the first place. I should have patched in three years ago at the latest, but I fucked everything up. It got even worse when one day Pres stormed into the clubhouse with a note in his hand, shouting the place down that Princess ran away and wasn’t coming back.

  I felt like I died that day. She left me without a word other than her old man telling me that I wasn’t to follow after her. I think we both thought she would stay gone a few weeks at most then come home but she never did. She was really gone and never coming back to me. After that I said fuck it and I dedicated everything I had to the club. I had lost her so nothing mattered to me after that. I have done a lot of bad shit. I’m not a good man but I never claimed to be one either. I could have been for her though if she had given me a chance.

  Once I fully patched in, my plan was to convince Demon to tell me where she was. I know he has always known, because no way in hell would he have just let her go without someone watching her. Then I was gonna break into Harlee’s house, kidnap her and keep her long enough to convince her by fucking her brains out that she could never live without me.

  Seeing her again, after her being gone from my life for five years, gives me hope. Well it did until she started mouthing at me. I want her, but she’ll never let me have her again, not with what I did to her before. Hell, I know I should stay away from her. Harlee is the type of woman you don’t want to fuck up with, and I’ve already done that, and I have a feeling I’d do it again. The rules are simple; Blue Devils MC always comes first, everything and everyone else is second. There is no walking away. The only way out is in a body bag or by overthrowing her old man and taking over my damned self. Harlee swears she hates her old man, but I know she’d really fucking gut me if I took him out. She says she hates me too. But when we first locked eyes I could see it in her eyes there is a part of her that still has feelings for me. Maybe it was her hate of me that I was seeing. Hate is a strong emotion.

  But it’s not going to stop me. Harlee is mine, always was, is, and always will be. I’m taking her, and not giving her a fucking choice. She will be mine again and this time she’s not running away. Right now, I’m praising the hell outta Demon for sending me, because while we hide out at the Stable, I can force my way back into her heart and her life. She can’t get rid of me this time. Nothing is going to stop me from having her, fucking her, eating her delicious cunt, not even her.

  I went hard the minute I saw her. Those thick lips I used to kiss every fucking day and never appreciated haven’t lost their appeal despite the hateful shit that comes out of them. Her dark hair hangs just over her shoulders. She’s cut it, but it’s still just as shiny as before. What I wouldn’t give to run my fingers through the silky strands one more time even though those dark brownie colored eyes looked at me as though she wanted to stab my balls when she saw me. I can’t blame her. Seeing me was a shock to her, but she never even gave me a chance to explain a damn thing. Not that it matters now. I only hope she doesn’t attempt to keep her promise and shoot my dick off.

  I’m in her garage figuring out where in the hell she keeps those bungee cords when I hear her scream. Fuck. I scrub a hand over my face. I should have fucking searched the house before letting her go in but damn I don’t even know why I am picking her up. She’s got me so damned tore up I don’t know my left from my right, right now. Damn woman has me in knots.

  I go to reach for the small pistol I keep in the inner pocket of my prospect cut when I remember I’m no longer wearing it. Demon said no colors on this trip. He wants me flying off the radar. My backup is in my saddlebag. Looks like I am going in with only my fists.

  Harlee has done well for herself. Scoping out the property, I decide which way I want to play this. Her house is moderately sized. Yellow siding, white shutters, and a bright red door. Looks like she has a green thumb. Her flowerbeds are overflowing with rose bushes. She takes that after her mom. The yard always looked kept up by professional landscapers but it was all Ellen’s doing. Whenever I would go over to pick up Harlee or my sister, she would be tending to her flowers. That seems like another lifetime ago. I couldn’t believe it when I heard that Harlee found her dead by her own hand.

  At the funeral. Harlee wouldn’t even sit near Demon, and then said it should have been him that was dead instead, I flinched. The way she said it had every man at the cemetery cupping their balls in protection. My sister and I were on either side of Harlee, making sure she was okay. By that point I had been wanting to ask her out for a while, but with the shit show that kept happening to her I held off until I couldn’t anymore. I gave her a month to grieve the loss of her mother, then I pursued. We had a good few months together as a couple, before she caught me, and later left town.

  I go around the back of the house and peer through the windows hoping I find Harlee safe and sound. I didn’t just get her back in my life to lose her now. I look in the first window and it appears to be a workout room. The next window proves to be in the hallway where the backdoor should be but isn’t. Her walls are painted off-white but I can see her touches throughout in the décor and design as I look through the kitchen and dining room. Her kitchen is decorated in apples and roosters. I laugh to myself thinking about her always loving my big cock and shake my head. I need to focus.

  I spot Harlee in the back bedroom, alone. I tap on the window and she nearly jumps out of skin. “Are you okay?” I ask her through the screen once she sees that it is only me.

  “Jesus. What are you doing prowling around my house like that? You nearly gave me a heart attack.”

  “Heard you scream and thought someone could be in the house trying to grab you.”

  She rolls her eyes. “You’re a fucking moron. Get in here. I have something to show you.”

  When I join her in her bedroom she points to the top drawer of her dresser. I go over and take a look. A fucking rat that has been decapitated is laying on top of her thongs. I smirk. “I see some things haven’t changed.”

  “What?”

  “You still wear G-strings.” I grin.

  Thwack. She smacks the back of my head. “Can you…I don’t know be an adult for five fucking minutes. Someone is trying to send a message. Shouldn’t you do something?”

  “Whoever put this here will be back. We need to go—now. Get your shit.”

  I’m surprised when Harlee simply nods without any lip.

  She rushes to the bathroom and tosses a few more items in her bag and kicks off her heels, changing them out for a pair of shit kicking boots.

  Once she is ready to go, she makes for her truck in the garage but I stop her. “Sorry, not happening. They know your vehicles. You gotta strap your bag to your back and ride bitch.” Truthfully, I want her as close to me as possible. I want her arms around me and her tits pressing into my back as we ride, like the old days. Besides, my bike is faster than her truck.

  She growls but doesn’t give me any sass. I’m almost disappointed. I’ve always loved her fight.

  “You still have your helmet?”

  She rolls her eyes and pulls it from a cabinet in the garage.

  That’s my girl. Always prepared but then a disturbing thought hits me. Whose goddamn motorcycle has she been riding?

  “I don’t know why it matters. They are probably watching us right now and running your bike plate to see who you are.” She puts it on and slings her bag across her back. Damn she looks sexy in those tight jeans and that Harley Davidson t-shirt. Her helmet still has the skull and roses she painted on it when I first gave it to her as a gift.

  “It matters. And this bike isn’t registered to me. It’s a decoy, sweetheart.”

  “Let’s g
et this over with. The sooner you take me to my asshole dad, the sooner I can get away from you,” she says pointedly.

  “You don’t give me my orders I take them from your old man. I’m not taking you to him.” I smirk as I pull out my riding gloves and adjust the strap of my helmet under my chin.

  She gapes at me and I fight the urge to tell her I have something to stick in that mouth. “What? Where are you taking me then?”

  “Can’t tell you that. Just get on the damn bike,” I bark at her and she listens.

  Chapter 6

  Harlee

  I can’t believe this bullshit. First, I have someone after me no thanks to my dick of a father. Second, the one man I once trusted thinks he is gonna save me. Third, there was a headless rat bleeding out all over my underwear. What did I ever do to deserve this bullshit? Looks like I’ll be going commando until I can buy some new undies.

  I stomp over to the cabinet I keep all my riding gear in and take out my helmet along with a jacket. Riding on a bike at night can get cold not to mention the small protection it can provide in case of an accident. I shove my purse in my bag then get ready to ride. I swore I would never get on the back of another man’s bike and here I am climbing on with the prick who shattered me.

  Wrecker goes still as I wrap myself around him on the bike. Hprobably thought I’d be stubborn and not want to touch him, but I ain’t stupid. I’m not going to risk my life by being stubborn, so here I am, wrapping my arms around the dick face who broke my heart. As we ride off, I think of all the ways I could kill him and make it look like an accident.

  I’ll never forget the first time I climbed on the back of his motorcycle. My father had dared me to get on any man’s motorcycle, but this was Carter (he was always Carter to me back then) and I knew he’d die before he hurt me. God, was I ever naïve. I thought it fucking hurt when I saw my dad screwing Lin. He shattered every illusion I ever had about love but I thought my man would be different. I’d find a good guy and he’d cherish me. And he did at first, but then he got to talking to my dad and he recruited him to the club. I told myself it would be fine. He’d see what a prick my dad was and walk away. Again, I was dumb. I thought my love would be enough for him. It wasn’t even though he claimed he was doing everything for me. Said that one day a bigger and meaner biker would come wanting me for himself and to take my dad’s place at the head of the club and if he was in good when that day came, he’d be there to take out the motherfucker, and make sure I ruled in my old man’s place if it was what I wanted. It was the last thing I wanted, but I loved him enough to pretend he’d change his mind. I thought when that day came it wouldn’t matter. That I would be long gone and living my life with him. What a dumb fantasy that was.

  Then he broke me. He fucked around on me and proved that all men are no good pieces of shit.

  I thought I would never see him again. I promised myself I would never look at him ever again, and here I am with my arms around him, being reminded of all the things I loved about him. He’s dominant and takes no shit. He is the only man who could ever put me in my place but also stand by me as an equal. He wasn’t intimidated by the fact that I could shoot a gun better than most men. He was proud to call me he is. And I was proud to be his. I loved him with all that I had. I had given him all my firsts except one that he begged for, but he fucked up before I gave him that part of me. My ass.

  I could tell him anything and when we started having sex nothing was out of the question. If I wanted to try it he was eager to comply. That man taught me so much about my body. What I liked and didn’t like so much. He never forced anything on me that I didn’t want. He was damn near perfect, but perfect is an illusion. Perfect doesn’t exist.

  Thinking of the past has me wanting to kill him again. I could shoot him and leave him for dead. I could blame it on the men my old man has pissed off. The thought makes me laugh inwardly to myself.

  Speaking of, I look back over my shoulder to see if they are still following us, but it’s getting dark and I can’t tell. My hands are cold so I move them up under Wrecker’s shirt and use the warmth of his abdomen to warm them.

  He stiffens at the touch of my cold hands but quickly relaxes, as he used to when we rode together. I hope he knows that if my hands weren’t cold, I wouldn’t be touching him like this.

  Chapter 7

  Wrecker

  When Harlee’s arms go around me, it is just like old times except this time she acts like it kills her to touch me. I’m gonna change that. When this is all over she’ll be mine again. I’ve got my work cut out for me though. She’s gonna flip her shit when she finds out where I am taking her.

  “How much further?” She questions when come to a stop a four-way traffic light.

  “Far enough,” I call over my shoulder at her.

  We ride for another fifty miles before she asks for food. I need to fuel up anyway so I give in. There’s a truck stop not far that is a little out of the way but they have a diner across the road that has amazing food. Real food. Home cooked meals. Not that greasy drive thru shit that’s been sitting on a hotplate all day and tastes like rubber.

  I pull in at the pumps and pay by credit card at the machine. I’m not letting her out of my sight. Someone wants to use Harlee as an example. I’ll die before I let anyone hurt her.

  When we get to the diner she tries to sit across from me but I’m not having it. I make her sit next to me and keep one hand on her thigh. She stiffens at my touch. That’s okay, I can deal with her playing hard to get. I will soften her up soon enough. I know how to push her buttons and how to heat her up. She may be frigid now but when I get her alone in a room I’ll set her damn panties ablaze.

  “Don’t even think about it, Princess. You’re in danger. I don’t know why yet, but I’m not taking chances; you don’t leave my side.”

  “I think I’d rather be dead,” she mutters under her breath.

  I’m about to reply when we’re interrupted by a hot waitress with way too big tits. If I blew on her, I wonder would she fall over?

  “What can I get you, darlin’?” She purrs, leaning over for me to get an even better look at those tits. She’s wearing a vintage style uniform like you’d see on an old sitcom. She can’t even button the top four buttons. It appears they are missing. Bet them big tits popped them off. I could titty fuck the hell outta this bitch. Her blonde hair hangs in a ponytail down her back, a ponytail I could wrap my fist around and pull on when I fuck her from behind.

  “Two breakfast specials, one hot chocolate, and a black coffee.” I hand her back our menus. I always have had a thing for breakfast for dinner.

  “Sure thing, handsome, they’ll be right out.” She smiles wide at me, showing me how far her mouth can stretch.

  “Thanks, baby doll.” I give her a wink and grin as I watch her blush.

  I feel Harlee’s leg stiffen beneath my hand, even more so than when I first put it on her. Maybe I should hide the knives? Fuck, I never learn. I gotta stop flirting, at least in front of Harlee if I want to convince her to love me again.

  I lean in, pressing my weight against her shoulder and speak closely in her ear. “Any idea why these fuckers are following you and leaving presents in your panty drawer?” She shivers at my words as my breath tickles her inner ear.

  She scoots closer to the window and I scoot right along with her. “Fuck if I know. Why don’t you ask Demon?”

  “I would but he said he’d call me and this job was a need to know basis.”

  “Which is code for he doesn’t know who he has pissed off yet. I’m sure the list is long.” She unrolls her silverware and stares out the window avoiding my eyes.

  “I’m sure it is, Princess. And until we know who wants you and why, you and me gonna get reacquainted.”

  “I’m gonna reacquaint you with my foot in your ass, if you don’t give me some space.”

  “God, I love it when you get mean, sweetheart. Makes me so fucking hard.” I grab her hand and move it to the bul
ge in my pants. Her free hand goes straight for the steak knife she just unwrapped from her silverware.

  I chuckle as I let her pull her hand back and rub my goatee before taking a sip of my coffee the waitress just slid in front of me.

  Harlee continues to glare at me from the corner of her eye as she tries her hot chocolate. They were always her favorite. I haven’t forgotten. She isn’t the sort of woman you can forget a damn thing about.

  As I pull into Harlee’s driveway, she comes out the front door, locking up as she leaves. Turning my bike off, I swing my leg over and stand up as she runs to me. When I catch her, my hands are instantly holding her up by her ass, as she jumps in my arms and shoves her tongue in my mouth.

  “Fuck yeah, missed you today,” I tell her when we break apart. Demon sent me to seduce Mrs. Mitchell last night to get information on the new strip club that her husband is trying to open up. I fucked that old bitch all night, and left early this morning. I felt dirty so I blew Harlee off while I slept and cleaned myself up.

  “Me too, I tried calling you last night.”

  “Sorry babe, had to do some shit for the club,” I tell her. At least that’s the truth.

  “Your loss. I was horny, and since you couldn’t fulfil my needs, I had to get out my trusty vibrator.”

  I growl, pulling her tight against me. “What’d I say about that shit? Huh? Only my tongue, fingers, and cock get to touch you.”

  She bites her lip, making me go harder than I already was. “We’ll have to fix that problem a little later. Right now, you are taking me on an actual date. We’ll save the fucking for afterwards.”

  I groan. “What about a quickie first, then date, then all night fucking?”

  She giggles and kisses me, rubbing my cock with her hand. “No way. As much as I would love to have this in my mouth right now,” she gives me a squeeze, “you promised me an actual date for once, and I’m holding you to it.”