“What the fuck are you doing?”
“Saying good morning.” I lowered my face and she turned her face away, avoiding my lips.
“Good morning, now get off.”
I laughed softly but didn’t move. “I intend to.” I grabbed her by the hair and forced her around, at the same time lowering my mouth to hers. She kept her lips pressed tightly together, but I liked a challenge. I pressed my hard-on against her pelvic bone and started to hump. When she opened her mouth to complain I slipped my tongue inside. I knew the second that Rachel understood the meaning behind my comment of getting off.
Her hands began to push in earnest against my shoulders, and then she curled her fingers and I felt her claws dig into me. I welcomed the fucking pain; all it did was turn me on more. My already-hard dick turned harder, and fucking grew to its full length. Jesus, I wanted inside her! I kept my mouth on hers, exploring every little corner of her mouth with my tongue and chewing on her bottom lip, until gradually she softened beneath me and her sounds of dissatisfaction turned to whimpers of acceptance.
Suddenly her mouth was pliable and returning my kiss. Her submission got to me like nothing else. I applied more pressure, pushing Rachel deeper into the bed, grinding my mouth with mounting lust. Releasing the grip I had in on her hair, I grasped both of her wrists and pinned them above her head with one hand. I let my other hand trail down her body, pausing long enough to pinch her nipples before continuing lower and cupping her pussy.
Fucking hell, she was already wet.
She moaned and raised her hips, as if seeking more pressure.
I pulled back slightly. “You want to come again, sweetheart?” I could see the answer in her smoky eyes, but I also knew that Rachel was just stubborn enough to deny what she wanted. To urge her to respond I nudged aside the thin silk that was covering her sex, and flicked the tip of my finger over her mound.
She remained obstinately silent. I stuck my tongue out and licked her swollen lips. “Tell me what you want, baby.” I parted the seam at her entrance and slowly ran my finger up and down, until slipping inside to her labia. The soft, spongy flesh was saturated with slick cream. I growled, knowing that I had to have a taste.
Without hesitation I moved down her body and jerked off her panties. She cried out when my mouth zeroed right in on her wet pussy. I smashed my face against her, and buried my tongue as deep as it would go. Fuck, she was dripping cream and I was determined to get it all. The musky scent, her taste, jacked up my libido, and I began dry humping the bed. I worked my tongue like a cock, and used my fingers against her rock-hard little clit.
Rachel twisted and squirmed as I was determined to get her off. I was vaguely aware of her heavy panting, the soft sighs that told me where she was in her climb to release. When they began to get louder and closer together I slid my hands under her ass, gripped the fleshy cheeks tightly, and lifted her up. The different angle allowed me to slip two fingers inside her and focus on her G-spot, while I lavished attention to her clit with my tongue. I knew it wouldn’t take her long, and it didn’t.
“Fuuuck!” she exploded.
Seconds later, Rachel’s hands were clenching in my hair as she screamed out her release. Several growls rumbled in my throat. I quickly replaced my fingers with my tongue, letting her cream coat it. I was a greedy bastard, and wanted it all. Fuck, as heaven melted on my thrusting tongue I almost lost it, but no fucking way was I going to waste another load outside her body. Now was her time though, and I was loath to pull away. As her movements slowed down, I began to lap her labia and outside pussy lips.
She twitched, and the hands in my hair attempted to push me away. I grinned around the tasty scent of her cunt, not ready to give up. I wanted every drop of her cream, and having her at my mercy kept me turned-on.
“I can’t,” she stopped to suck in air, “take anymore!” Lifting my head, I glanced at her over her pelvic bone. She was looking down at me, her face flushed and her eyes still showing signs of desire. “Please—”
There was a loud knock at the door. “What?” I snarled at the interruption. All I could think about was getting my dick wet inside Rachel’s tight pussy.
“Church,” was mumbled through the door.
Holy fuck, I’d forgotten about church. I shook my head with disbelief, and pushed up and away from between Rachel’s legs. When was the last time a woman had come between me and the club? Fucking never, that’s when, and it wasn’t going to happen now. The club came first over everything else, but it was obvious that I needed to remind my dick of that.
“I’ll be right there.”
I stood, glaring down at the woman in my bed. Fuck. She looked too tempting, too primed for my dick. At the same time I knew that I had to get my shit together, because there was no fucking way I was going to give her that kind of power. If I let a woman come to mean more to me than an easy fuck, or let her come before the club I might as well turn in my president’s patch. In spite of my aching dick, I made the decision then that I’d take everything and anything Rachel wanted to give, but I’d be careful what I gave back in turn. I was used to holding myself back, it would be easy.
“You’ll work behind the bar again tonight.” I stripped my sweats off and walked naked to the dresser. “I was going to take you shopping but something has come up.”
“Shopping for what?”
I pulled out a pair of clean jeans and slipped them on, turning back to Rachel as I zipped them up. She was leaning on her elbows. Her gaze shifted from what my hands were doing to my eyes. “You need sexier clothes for when you work the bar area.”
“Why? So I can get hit on even more?”
I gave her a thorough once over. “That goes with the job.”
“And does taking advantage of me also go with the job?” she fired back.
I reached for a shirt and closed the drawer. “How did I fuckin’ take advantage of you, sweetheart?”
Since my shirt was going over my head I couldn’t see her expression, but I could hear her huff of disbelief and had a pretty good idea of what was coming next.
“Last night?” My eyes met hers when my head popped through the opening. “And again this morning?”
I was sure she didn’t appreciate my chuckle. “Baby, I didn’t hear the word ‘no’ leave those pretty lips of yours once.” I slipped on my cut. “And if you think about it, I was the one taken advantage of.” Ignoring her slack jaw I sat on the edge of the bed to put on my boots. “You didn’t hear me crying out in orgasm this morning.”
“Fuck you!” she hissed.
Ignoring her outburst, I stood up and walked to the door. “Go back to sleep, your shift at the bar starts at four. You want something to eat, help yourself to whatever is in the kitchen behind the bar.” I opened the door and paused to look back at her. “Do whatever you want to keep busy, shower, eat, fuck one of the brothers, but don’t go outside the gate.”
Rachel’s expression didn’t change. She wasn’t happy, and I couldn’t fucking believe that I’d told her to fuck one of my brothers, but I had to prove to myself, and to her, that she wasn’t getting to me. I shut the door behind me and headed to the office.
The club came first.
Always.
Chapter 7
RACHEL
Fuck one of his brothers?
Had Stone really just given me the go ahead to fuck around? Boy, that was a clear message that he didn’t care and that there wasn’t now, nor would there ever be, anything between us. Not that I’d wanted anything. I wasn’t naive. Just because the man had given me two of the most intense orgasms I’d ever had, just because he’d kissed me like he owned me, didn’t mean shit. He was a cold-hearted bastard. Well, he didn’t have to worry about me. Getting involved, especially emotionally, with any man right now wasn’t on my agenda.
Maybe I should fuck around just to show him that I don’t care either, I thought to myself. Then we’d both be clear on what we expected—or didn’t expect—from one another.
I shook my head, disgusted with myself for even giving it a thought. I wasn’t a whore. I liked sex as much as the next person, but I had to feel something for the other person. The first moment I’d looked into Stone’s eyes I’d felt something, a connection, but I’d chalked that up to lust.
I closed my eyes, trying to deny that my pussy was still thrumming with the afterglow of one-sided sex. That description caused me to laugh, but it was true. Stone hadn’t received any relief. Well, not this morning, anyway. I knew he’d been horny, he’d been sporting a hard-on the size of which gave me serious doubts as to whether or not it would have fit inside me, and then I’d had a clear picture of it when he’d removed his sweats. The thought of him stuffing his oversized cock inside me made me tingle all over.
I yawned, turned onto my side and clutched the pillow to me with every intention of going back to sleep, but a light tap on the door had me rolling back over. I knew that it wasn’t Stone, he wouldn’t knock.
“Hello.” I watched as the door opened slowly, and then a pretty woman peeked inside. When she saw me she smiled and pushed the door open all the way. “Stone said you would probably still be awake. I’m Trudy, is it okay if I come in?”
“Sure.” She closed the door and then sat on the end of the bed. “I’m Rachel.”
“I know, I heard you arrived yesterday. I was away for the day visiting my mom.”
“You live here?”
“Yes, I’m, ah, one of the girls.”
A sweetbutt, I smiled. She was young, maybe around twenty, dressed in a floral sun dress that brought out the blue in her eyes. I thought that blue must be her favorite color because there were streaks of it in her platinum blond hair, which was pulled back into a thick braid. I wondered how someone who looked as sweet and young as her had ended up making a living on her back, but I knew life wasn’t always pretty and sometimes you just had to do what you had to do to survive.
“I just wanted to stop in to welcome you.”
“Thank you for not welcoming me like the other woman did last night.”
She laughed. “Rita is like that all the time,” she explained.
“Rita?” So that was the bitch’s name, and apparently she was known for her nasty reputation.
“Yes. She gets jealous of any new woman around the prez. Got her sights on becoming his old lady.”
“She can have him.”
Trudy gave me a confused look. “You don’t think he’s hot?”
“I didn’t say that.” I thought about it for a second. “I’m sure he calmed her fears while she was sitting on his lap half the night.” I wondered why that bothered me, but didn’t dwell on it for long.
“You’ll meet the other girls later tonight. There are six of us all together, Darby, Lulu, Sissy, and Rhonda. We’re all friendly around here, except for, ah, Rita.”
“And you all live and work here?”
She nodded. “We do it all, whatever they need. Dance, clean, keep the men happy. Ty told me you worked with him last night.”
Was it my imagination, or had Trudy suddenly turned shy? “I tended bar at my old job, so it was a good fit. He’s a nice man.”
“Yeah, he is.” She had a hard time meeting my eyes, and there was no denying the slight sadness in her tone. When she finally glanced back up at me she expelled a resigned breath and pasted a fake smile onto her face.
“Trudy,” I placed my hand over the crossed ones in her lap. “I didn’t sleep with Ty. I’m not one of the girls.” Her relief was instant. “I’m just collateral until my brother-in-law pays his debt to Dark Menace. While I’m here I’ll be working, but I won’t be sleeping with any of the men.”
Surprise crossed her face. “But you spent the night here.”
“Not because I wanted to,” I assured her.
“Well, Rita knows, so be forewarned. She’ll be out for blood.” She got up. “Look, a couple of us are going into town later to do some shopping. Want to come along? We usually do lunch somewhere, and we’ll be back before your shift starts.”
Stone’s opinion that I needed sexier clothes convinved me that it would be a good idea to go with them. Besides, they would probably know what kind of outfits would suit the job best. “I think I’d like that. What time do we leave?”
“Great!” she smiled, opening the door and turning back. “You have time for a shower and breakfast if you want. We’ll be leaving at ten o’clock.”
“I’ll be ready.” She closed the door, and I got up and headed to the shower. Stone wanted sexier? Be careful what you wish for, Prez.
****
Stone
We’d been waiting for about fifteen minutes when I saw Lynch and his crew getting off the exit at a fast rate of speed. I didn’t expect him to stop, acknowledging his hand signal as he continued passed. It didn’t take me long to pull up next to him, and we continued down the road. I wasn’t sure what he had planned, but right before we reached the Predators compound he pulled over, and the rest of us did the same. Following his lead, we hid our bikes in the trees.
“Everyone loaded?” Lynch asked. “Remember, we go in shooting. If you can take out Wildman and Killer, do it.” He looked at me. “Was your contact able to locate Kat?”
I nodded. “Said she’s in the last room behind the bar, and, brother--” I hesitated, knowing that he wasn’t going to like what I had to say. “She’s been back there for a while, and she’s not alone.”
“Fuck!” he snarled low. “Let’s go!”
We made our way to the trailer park, slouched down behind the shrubbery and weeds that grew along the road. I glanced back one last time to see that everyone had their guns out and ready. Going in shooting meant exactly that. Giving the signal, we ran the rest of the way, firing on anyone we saw in a cut or carrying a weapon. In a second the whole situation had turned into one big, fucking chaotic scene.
Men were running in every direction, some firing back at us. Shouts and gunfire filled the air. So did the screams. I saw a guy duck behind a dumpster and fired when he stuck his head up to fire at me. He got off a shot before my bullet struck him in the forehead. Commotion was all around me, and I saw Lynch reach the door to the clubhouse, pull it open, and run inside. Running to catch up with him, I entered the clubhouse and ducked behind an overturned table.
Shots erupted throughout the room. The door opened behind me and I turned to see my brothers entering. The Predators began to fall back and take off when they realized that they were outnumbered. It was too soon to know if the Red Devils were still there, and so far I hadn’t seen any of their cuts.
I let my brothers take over, and began to make my way towards the direction of where Lynch was behind the bar. There was no fucking way to know what he was about to walk into. “Brother,” I put a restraining hand on his arm when we came to the door. “You let me go in first?”
“No fuckin’ way.”
He turned the knob, but the door was locked. Standing back, he brought his leg up and kicked the door open. I followed him into the room, my gaze taking in the scene before us. Killer was lying on the floor in a pool of blood. Kat was beaten and bloody next to him. I saw the wound on Killer’s neck, the box cutter next to him, and it was obvious what had occurred. Lynch went straight to Kat and got down on his knees.
With all the blood it was hard to tell how badly she was hurt. “Fuck! Let me find something for her face.”
I went back out front and found the crew rounding up the Predators who’d given themselves up. They were being forced to crowd against a corner table, where a couple of Lynch’s men were holding guns on them.
“First aid kit?” My gaze rested on the Predators. It was clear that no one wanted to help. “That woman dies in there, and you fuckers will be fucking next,” I threatened, meaning it.
“Behind the bar, next to the register,” one of them finally said.
“Tell Prez that Wildman and his crew took off a half hour ago,” a brother said as I went behind the bar.
I ac
knowledged him with a look, and then went back to searching for the first aid kit. I located it and rushed back to Lynch. “I found a first aid kit, everything’s good out front.” I handed him the kit. “Looks like Wildman and his crew took off right before we got here.”
Lynch acknowledged me with a nod, opening the dirty kit. “Fucking cowards,” he snarled. He rummaged around inside before taking out the antiseptic wipes. “I need to wash her face first, get me a wet cloth.”
Fuck! I went back out to the bar and grabbed a bar towel, then ran it under the faucet. Spying a bottle of whiskey, I grabbed that, too. Lynch looked up at me when I re-entered the room. “This might help with the pain.” I handed him the bottle and wet towel.
He gently ran the cloth over Kat’s bloody face, which wasn’t as bad as I’d thought it would be. It was mostly dried blood, and when that was gone all that was left were some cuts and bruises, thank fuck. Her eye and mouth were swollen, too.
“Kat, baby, wake up.”
“He didn’t rape me,” I heard her say.
“I know, babe, do you think you can ride? I have a van coming, but they won’t be here for a while.”
I took in her skirt and ruined blouse, frowning. There was no way she’d be able to ride on the back of a fucking bike. “Fuck that. We’ll take one of their cages, I think under the circumstances they’ll be glad to see us leave.”
“What do you wanna’ do about Killer?”
I knew the only reason Lynch was asking was because we were in my town, and if there was going to be any retaliation my club would take it. I wasn’t worried about it, and laughed. “Nothing. By the time they find out they need a new prez we’ll be at my club. I’ll go get a cage.”
I passed Lenny on my way out to the bar. When I entered the room I stopped to make eye contact with the two Wild Marauders guarding over the Predators. “There won’t be any more killing here today. Gather up their weapons, destroy their burners.”
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