You Wreck Me (The Prospect Series Book 1)

by Glenna Maynard

  I frown. “He’s probably trying to solve this shit on his own. I’d take Harlee out of here, but Demon told me to stay put until he gave me the all clear.”

  “Yeah, man, probably. Also, should let you know, your sister has been calling. She’s pissed you didn’t tell her you were taking off.”

  “I never tell her when I leave town.”

  “Well, she’s mostly pissed that you’re with Harlee, and she’s also scared.”

  “Why the fuck she scared?”

  “Think about it, if Harlee comes back, she’s gonna beat the shit out of her.”

  Fuck, forgot about that. “I already told Harlee that shit.”

  “And she was cool with it?” Cort looks shocked.

  “No, ‘course not. My sister became a whore, got knocked up by the man Harlee hates more than me. I would be shocked as shit, if we got back to the clubhouse and Harlee didn’t knock her on her ass.” Harlee in a catfight would be hot. Goddamnit, I gotta stop thinking this shit. I have the worst blue balls right now, I’m just making it worse. Would Harlee be pissed if I just got a blow job?

  “How is Harlee doing after that shit show the other day?”

  I shrug. “She keeps to herself. Said she wanted space.”

  “And you’re letting her? I wouldn’t, man, space can be bad. She’ll get all in her head, and then you’ll end up back where you’ve been with her.”

  Fuck, he’s right. “Later.” I walk away without a backwards glance and head towards the room Harlee is staying in.

  As I’m about to open her door, she walks out, and freezes at the sight of me. “Carter.” I smile at the use of my name coming from her lips.

  “Princess, I was just coming to you.”

  She nods and steps away from the door, allowing me in. “We should talk.”

  I don’t like the way she says it.

  “Let me talk first, okay?” Chewing her lip, she nods. She seems a little too calm. To assured. Even her demeanor is sad. Her shoulders are sagging and her confidence seems to be dead. Where’d my firecracker go?

  I follow her into the room. It’s different than the room we had. Everything in here is white. I wonder if they put her in here hoping I’d keep it clean. We sit on a small couch next to the window.

  I don’t hesitate telling her how I feel.

  “I meant what I said to you. I want you, Harlee, it’s always been you for me. I let the club come between us. My dick, other women. I’m a fuck up. I get that now. But I would do anything for you.” I know what she did that night was to get back at me, I get it. Can’t be a double standard in our relationship. Her threat was clear, I cheat, she cheats. And I can’t handle another man being with her.

  I grab her hands. “Say something, anything. Hit me, yell at me, just give me something, Harlee, I can’t be without you again.” Yup, there is it, I lost my fucking balls.

  She stays quiet a moment turning my hand over in hers and stroking her fingers over the lines in my palm. “Would you quit the club for me?”

  I flinch back. “Is that what you really want?” Fuck, please say no. After my shitty childhood, and basically raising Keisha, the club is the only family I have. Sure, I’ve been a prospect for way too fucking long, but they’ve always treated me good. Even before I signed up to be part of the club, they gave me a job, cleaning the clubhouse, just so my sister and I had food and clothes. They have always been a better family than my own shitstain parents. I wouldn’t give the club up for anyone, ever. Even if that means I have to prospect for longer.

  “It is. Carter, you know how much I’ve hated the club since I found out about my dad. I know what that life is all about. Sure, right now you’re promising me the world, everything I could ever want. A faithful relationship. But we both know that’s bullshit. You’ll be on the road, fucking whores from other clubs.”

  “Baby, I won’t! I give you my word, I won’t ever cheat on you again.”

  She shakes her head. “You don’t know that, so you can’t say that. What if my father gives you another ‘fucking’ assignment?”

  “Princess, only the prospects do that shit, once I get you home safe, your dad is patching me in.” I can’t even deny to her that if I remained a prospect, I’d still do it if they told me to. Anything to earn my patch.

  “That’s even worse!” She yells. “We both know it’s disrespectful to turn down another club’s whore while you’re visiting. I can’t do it, Carter. I can’t be part of the club life. I can’t be with someone in the club.” She’s right. Other clubs, other charters, it’s known as a sign of disrespect if you turn down their pussy.

  “You can’t make me choose, Harlee. That club is my life. You are my life. I need you both.”

  “I’m sorry. My answer is no, Wrecker. I…I can’t be with you. Not like this. I won’t do it again.” Fucking hell, we were making progress, and then she resorts back to using my damn club name. I hate hearing it come out of her mouth.

  I grab her to me, and squeeze. “I’m not letting you go, Princess. Fuck that. You’re gonna be mine, in case you haven’t noticed, I haven’t used a condom, not once since I fucked you back in that motel room. If I have to cuff you to me, I will.”

  She struggles in my arms. “You can’t force me to be with you. A baby wouldn’t change that. It would only make me run further away this time.”

  “Yeah, I fucking can. I wanted you to decide for yourself that you wanted to be with me, that you’d stay by my side, but obviously, I can’t even let you do that. If I have to keep you on lockdown for the rest of your life, I’ll do it. And if you have my baby you’ll damn sure raise him or her by my side.”

  “Without me, you can fuck whoever you want.” She tries to reason. Even with her I could still do that if I really wanted to, but I won’t tell her that. Not when I’m trying to convince her to be with me.

  “Harlee, the last two days, since you’ve wanted space, I haven’t stuck my dick near any other woman. Have I wanted to? Damn fucking right. All the shit that goes on around here, makes it impossible to not want to give into the temptation, but I haven’t. So, doesn’t that mean something to you?”

  She pushes out of my arms, and this time I let her. “Oh boo fucking hoo, two days without sex. Let me guess, that’s why you came to me isn’t it? You were about to give into temptation.” My silence gives her the answer. “Why don’t you just go back on out there and fuck every one of those women then, huh?”

  She’s pissing me off, and I almost want to walk away and do exactly that. But I don’t. “I’m not gonna do that, I want you, only you.” Her face softens and then I go and ruin it by saying, “Unless you’re up for a threesome, would be so fucking hot to ram into your tight pussy while another bitch is sucking your clit.”

  “You fucking prick!” She smashes me in the jaw. Should have seen that coming.

  I grab her fist as she goes to hit me again. “What, baby? You wouldn’t like that? Having a hot bitch getting you off while my big hard cock fucks you into oblivion?”

  She’s so pissed, I can almost see steam coming out of her ears. “I’ve already had that before, and yeah, it’s fucking hot, never came so hard in my life. Hell, I’m always down to munch on some good pussy too. But for you to say that to me, while trying to be all sincere and shit, well, makes everything you said to me before total bullshit. You’re a piece of shit, Wrecker.”

  I’m instantly hard now full on picturing the scene she described. Fuck, she’s the perfect woman. If she gives me that kind of shit, I wouldn’t even be tempted to cheat.

  She finally says, “This is getting us nowhere.”

  She’s right, we keep going in circles. “I love you, Harlee. You have to at least let me prove myself to you.”

  She stares at me, finding truth in my eyes, and her anger vanishes. “I want to say no, I really do, but I’m not going to. I must be the stupidest woman on the planet right now.” She’s about to say more, but I don’t want to talk anymore. Two days without getting my dick
wet, I need her.

  I pull her to me, making her straddle my lap as I take us to the bed, and kiss her. “I fucking love you, Harlee, but right now, I need to be inside you.” With my words, she grinds on my lap, feeling how hard my dick is and she moans. Hopefully we have a few more days here before Demon calls and gives us the all clear to go home. I need to convince her into that threesome I’m dreaming of, even if it’s only a one time deal. I need to get it out of my system. My phone rings and I know it is probably Demon and I have to take it.

  “I’ll be back in a few.”

  I answer once I get of earshot of Harlee.

  “About time you called. Can I bring her home?”

  “Not yet, you gotta talk to her for me. You know she will kill me, Wrecker.”

  “How did you get this number?”

  “Demon came over to see Brayden and he’s passed out in his bed with him after reading him a book. I snuck his phone out of his jeans.”

  “Goddamn it, Keisha. Demon will rip you a new asshole if he catches you.”

  “He won’t.”

  “I can’t deal with your shit right now. Got my own problems.” I hang up on her and go down to the bar to grab me and Harlee some drinks. We’re gonna need them if I’m going to talk to her about Keisha.

  When I first found out about Keisha and Demon I wanted to murder them both. My baby fucking sister having the old prick’s spawn. I couldn’t stand to look at her. I don’t know what in the hell she was thinking. Maybe that was the problem; she wasn’t thinking. As much as I tried to steer her in the right direction, the older she got the more she took after our bitch mother. I had hoped being around Harlee would have made her run far and fast from the club but instead it only seemed to draw her closer.

  Her friendship with Harlee kept her away from the life we hated, but once Harlee split town on the both of us, and changed her number, Keisha started to get out of control.

  Demon swears he didn’t remember fucking my sister, he was too drunk. He was sick about it too, because he had treated Keisha like a daughter ever since her and Harlee became friends. More so after she took off. So I thought it was sick he fucked her, drunk or not.

  Couldn’t do shit though, because he is my Pres, so I tucked aside my disgust and just did what needed to be done, for both Keisha and my club.

  In truth, Demon might not even be Brayden’s father, it could be a number of different men around town, hell, even someone else in the club.

  I know no matter how much talking I do, trying to convince Harlee to just stay away from Keisha, she won’t. And I have to let her do what she needs to do. As much as I want to defend my sister, my heart and loyalties lay with Harlee right now.

  Chapter 22

  Harlee

  I don’t know why I’m giving in. Sure, I’ve always loved Carter, but I’m so sick of fighting with him, and being so Goddamned angry all the time. I don’t trust him for a moment, but I’m hoping like hell this time around is different. I need it to be different for us to work.

  Waking up in his arms for the first time in years I feel at peace. Horny, totally fucking horny, but at peace. All night he fucked me, whispering, taunting me about how hot it would be to watch some bitch fuck me alongside him. And God, that turned me on so badly. I’m still thinking of it.

  I’d do it in a heartbeat, already have before, and I loved it. And right now, I would do anything to keep Carter faithful to me. Give him everything I possibly could, that he could get from anyone else, if that’s what it takes.

  I take the phone from the nightstand and call Sophie Ann.

  “Send that girl up here, the one with the pink tips on her hair. Yeah…the actress.”

  Within minutes there is a knock on my door. I open it and find the girl I ordered. I know the girls who do the movies are clean. My father is anal about that shit because they are his real money makers and he can’t have them getting sick or pregnant.

  “Come on in.”

  She smiles at me. “Where do you want me?”

  I take her hand in mine and lead her to the bed after shutting the door. I want to surprise Carter and see if he really wants me or not. Because if he does he won’t want nobody man nor woman to touch me.

  “What’s your name?”

  “Valerie.”

  “Okay, Valerie. “I go into detail explaining what I want from her.

  We both strip down naked and get on the bed to wait for him to show. Valerie’s got an amazing body and she can’t keep her eyes off me as we look at each other up on our knees in the center of the king sized bed. Her hand begins to glide down my side and I don’t push her away. I might as well get some enjoyment from this too. I’m not a lesbian but I have experimented and messed around with some of the girls from the strip club I work at both for work and pleasure. No one knows what a woman likes better than another woman, but I love dick too much to turn to women fully.

  I won’t kiss her on the mouth ‘cause I don’t know where all that mouth has been but I am not above letting her use it on me if it gets Carter to be the man he promises he can be.

  Her lips find my neck and she peppers kisses down the slope of it until she gets to my chest and starts paying attention to my hardening nipples. I close my eyes and allow my body’s desires to take over. Her teeth graze my breasts as her tongue laves at each point. Her hand moves from my hip to the part in my thighs and her fingers slides up, teasing at my clit.

  I hope he shows soon. I don’t know how far I am willing to take this to prove my point.

  Next thing I know we are laying down and her head is between my legs, my fingers tangled in her wildly colored hair.

  Her tongue runs over my pussy lips then the door opens, and I lean up on my elbows to see Carter standing there gaping at us in shock.

  “Isn’t this what you wanted, baby,” I coo at him while making a come here motion with my finger.

  “Fuck,” he growls and stomps over to the bed. I’m expecting him to pull his dick out and start stroking it. He wouldn’t shut up about it last night.

  He stands next to the bed as Valerie smiles up at him with my juices coating her lips and chin.

  “You wanna taste me on her mouth?” I suggest.

  His nostrils flare. Not with lust but with anger. I can see the darkness that swirls in his eyes. He’s seeing red.

  Valerie shrugs and starts licking between my legs again, and I hold her head in place with my hand thrusting my hips up. “God yes, I am so close.” How much longer will he take to decide I wonder.

  That’s all it takes. Carter is yanking her from the bed by her hair and tossing her onto the floor. “Get out!” He roars as his chest heaves.

  Chapter 23

  Wrecker

  I thought I would love seeing Harlee with another woman but the truth is it about killed me. I don’t want her with anyone. No one but me. Goddamn she is ruining my dick. A pain like I had never felt before ripped through my chest when I saw her laying here getting her pussy taken care of by the bitch.

  “Get in the bathroom and wash her from you! Right. Fucking. Now,” I growl. “Your pussy is mine and mine alone. Your orgasms don’t happen unless I am the one giving them to you. Get me?”

  “Does the same apply to you, Wrecker? You gonna keep that dick only for my pleasure?”

  I swallow hard. Only one woman sounds hard and like a damn fuck all bunch of work but I know I love her. There is no one else for me. I can do it. I can do it for her. “You got me, Princess. I am all yours.”

  “Good.” She smiles at me and I scoop her into my arms and take her to the bathroom. I don’t want that porn whore’s mouth tainting her pussy when I bury myself deep inside her. I quickly make work of cleaning her off in the shower, and don’t even bother with getting towels to dry us off as I carry her back to the bedroom. We’ve been fucking but now it’s time I lay my woman down and make slow, passionate, love to her.

  Hell, we’ve only fucked missionary once, and that was the day I popped her cherry
. Spreading her out on the bed, I admire her body. I start Kissing her thighs, I avoid her pussy. “God, Wrecker, stop teasing me.” She moans.

  “Slow, baby.” I nip at her thigh slowly moving towards her pussy. Spreading her wide, I inhale her scent. “Fuck, I love your smell, Princess.” I run my tongue along the apex between her thigh and pelvis, taunting her with the anticipation of what is to come. I want her on the verge of madness. I want her nails down my back. I want her so damn hungry for me.

  I brush my fingers over her pussy lips back and forth as she squirms beneath me.

  “Carter,” my name leaves her name in a heated whisper.

  “Shh, baby, let me show you how damn much I love you.” I spread her pussy lips and fuck she is so damn wet and ready. My woman has an eager pussy.

  I slowly dip my tongue inside her, teasing her so leisurely. Usually, I’d be wrapping my lips around her clit to make her come hard and fast, but not this time. This time, it’s all about the buildup. The only way she’ll be coming is around my cock.

  With my free hand, I hold her down. She keeps trying to thrust up and ride my face but I won’t let her. My beard has grown out over the past few days so I rub my whiskers along her inner thigh, teasing her again. Then I run my tongue up her body until I reach her breasts, taking my time paying special attention to each one.

  “Please, Carter.”

  “Fuck, Princess. I love it when you say my name.”

  “I’d love you a lot more if you’d fuck me,” she roars at me as I lace my fingers with hers pinning them above her head when she tries to reach for my dick.

  “Baby, I ain’t fucking you tonight.”

  She struggles against me. “Please, don’t tease me.”

  “I’m not, tonight, I’m making love to you. Over and over again, until we can’t walk.” I slam my lips on hers, grinding my dick against her as she moans.