Clutch (Burning Saints MC)

by Jack Davenport

  The little shit, trying to tell me he suddenly had more shirts. I knew he’d been lying the second he slammed the thing on the outside of his bike closed. One thing I knew about myself was I had a great rack and it wasn’t lost on me that Clutch agreed.

  So, now he was going to watch me in his tight T-shirt, sans bra, nipples hard enough to cut glass, and suffer.

  I did appreciate him offering me his vest, though. Lordy, I was cold. I needed tequila, pronto... and food. In the warmth of a building.

  Clutch led me inside and I couldn’t help lagging behind. I was not a fan of people. I liked persons, but groups made me feel claustrophobic, and the large group of scary-looking bikers was suddenly making me nervous.

  Which was stupid.

  For the love of God, I’d treated the majority of these people for one stab wound or another, not to mention bullet holes, infected prison tats, and road rash.

  “You okay?” Clutch asked, turning to face me.

  “Yep,” I said, with emphasis on the ‘P.’

  “Stick with me,” he said.

  “Your hand is like a vice grip,” I pointed out. “I am stuck with you.”

  He grinned, loosening his hold. “Wine?”

  “Tequila.”

  His eyebrows raised. “Yeah?”

  “I’m a biker bitch remember?”

  Clutch grinned. “Shots it is.”

  “And food.”

  “Burgers or dogs?”

  “Both?”

  He laughed. “C’mon. Let’s get you fed.”

  I nodded and followed him into the fray.

  Clutch led me to where Minus’s girlfriend, Cricket, was chatting with a few of the club women in the kitchen.

  “Gina?” she said, hugging me. “I almost didn’t recognize you outside of your doctor’s coat. You look adorable,” she said.

  I chuckled. “Thanks. It wasn’t planned.”

  She smiled. “Heard you had a run-in with a pole.”

  “And a few chocolate Yum Yums, thus the shirt; courtesy of my new fashion coordinator.” I motioned to Clutch.

  “Ah.” She frowned. “It’s kind of small. Do you want a bigger one?”

  “Nope, this is good.”

  “Okey doke. You let me know if anything changes.”

  “I will.”

  Clutch returned with a plate full of food and I grabbed it from him, shoving the hot dog into my mouth. Clutch’s eyes widened, and I decided to eat just a little slower, making his neck turn a very satisfying shade of pink as he watched my mouth slide over the dog before turning away and walking back toward the bar.

  He grabbed a couple of glasses and a bottle of Patron, and walked back to me with a look of smoldering hotness. Jebus, I wanted that face between my legs. I took a few deep breaths and refocused on my plate, which was now empty.

  Of course, it was. One thing a lot of people didn’t know about me, was I could eat my weight in meat. So far, that ability hadn’t caught up with me, but as I hurled towards forty, I anticipated that my weight would become a problem.

  He raised the bottle of tequila and I nodded, so he set it on the kitchen island, pouring us each a glass.

  Which we downed. “I love Patron.”

  He grinned. “Who doesn’t?”

  “Crazy people.”

  “Indeed,” he said. “C’mon. I’ll introduce you to a few of the guys you haven’t met.”

  I took another shot, and then followed him into the great room.

  I was introduced to guys with names like Ropes, Doozer... Ringo, I couldn’t keep up. Through the haze of shots and new people, my short-term memory was getting spongy fast. Next to go would be my good judgement.

  Gina

  I was tipsy. Shit. This made me horny. No, I should probably clarify. Clutch made me horny and the tipsiness lowered my inhibitions. God damn, I wanted to kiss every inch of his body.

  He caught my eye and raised an eyebrow. I blushed and focused on the beer I was currently holding. Shit, when did I start drinking beer?

  “You okay?” Cricket asked.

  I glanced her way. “Hmm?”

  “You’re all flushed. Are you feeling okay?”

  I forced a smile. “Oh, yes. Just warm from the alcohol, I think.”

  She frowned. “You might want to get some water.”

  “You know what? That’s a great idea,” I said. “I’ll be back in a bit.”

  I set the beer on a table and headed into the building to get some water and perspective. I felt like my nerves were hovering at the edge of my skin and I needed to figure out how to ease the ache... or get the hell out of there. He was too close, too gorgeous, too... everything.

  “Hey, Doc,” Clutch said, his deep voice washing over me making my nether regions zing with need.

  I squeezed my eyes shut briefly and turned to face him. “Hey, Clutch.”

  “You okay?”

  “Yep. I was just grabbing some water.”

  “There’s water outside.”

  “I know,” I ground out.

  “You need somethin’ else?”

  “Like what?”

  He crowded me, and I stepped back... right into the kitchen island. “I don’t know. Anything.”

  I licked my lips.

  “Yeah, like that,” he said, grinning as his beautiful face got closer.

  “No, I’m good.”

  He leaned back slightly and raised an eyebrow. “I don’t think that’s entirely true, now is it?”

  I studied him, the alcohol mixing with a sudden surge of adrenaline. “Anything, handsome?”

  “Yeah, baby, anything.”

  I ran a finger down the corded muscle in his neck. “How do you feel about one-night stands?”

  “I’m a fan.”

  “Yeah?”

  He smiled, his eyes darkening with need. “Yeah.”

  “You got protection?”

  “Do I look like this is my first rodeo?”

  “Where’s your room?” I asked.

  “Wait.” He stepped away. “You serious?”

  I bit my lip. “Yes.”

  “I know you’ve had a few tonight, but aren’t you forgetting about your husband?”

  “Ex-husband,” I corrected.

  “What? As of when?” He asked.

  “Today, as a matter of fact.” I grinned.

  “That’s a big deal.”

  “Indeed.” I ran my finger down his chest. “Some might even say it’s a cause for a celebration... so?”

  “Still can’t do it, Eldie. Sorry, baby. I want to, but no.”

  Again, mortification hit me like a ton of bricks. “Oh, okay. No problem.”

  “Babe, don’t do that. I’m not turning you down because I want to.”

  I chuckled, but I really wanted to cry. “Clutch. It’s all good. Seriously. I’m a little tipsy, which makes me horny.” I waved my hand dismissively. “Nothing a good vibrator can’t take care of later.”

  Why the fuck did I just say that? He didn’t need to know that. God! What the hell is wrong with me?

  He looked a little surprised by my confession, so I smiled and patted his chest. “Close your mouth, big boy. You’ll attract flies.”

  He gave me a crooked grin and crossed his arms. “We’ll revisit this topic when we get to know each other better.”

  “Sure.”

  Clutch studied me a few seconds more, then headed toward the restroom.

  I, on the other hand, grabbed my purse and called an Uber. Time to go home and hide in abject horrified embarrassment.

  There was no way in hades I’d be able to face Clutch again, so, like the coward I was, I slid out the back. More of a slink, really, but cowardly, just the same. I waited until I was in the car before texting Minus to thank him for having me.

  Letting myself into my condo, I belted out a frustrated groan and made my way to my bathroom. I needed a shower. Actually, I needed a shower and a vibrator. Not necessarily in that order.

  I poured
myself a glass of wine before I engaged in some much-needed relief, kicking my shoes into the corner of my bedroom. Feet finally free, I headed back the way I came and to my kitchen. I loved my home. It was probably bigger than I needed, with three bedrooms and three bathrooms, plus an office, but it was all me. I’d gutted the great room, which had a weird accordion partition between the kitchen and dated living room, opening the wall and installing a huge island to break up the space. Marble with distressed white cabinets had proven to be the perfect backdrop for my favorite color, red, accented throughout the space.

  I had floor to ceiling windows that overlooked the Willamette River and a balcony big enough for a small grill, table, and two chairs. One day I planned to use that grill, but for now, it was there for show.

  Sipping my wine, I stared out at the view for a few precious moments. I loved Portland. I loved the peace brought by the rain, and even though today was sunny, it wasn’t hot.

  I started toward my room again when the intercom buzzed, and I frowned. I wasn’t expecting anyone, so I ignored it, but it sounded again, so I grabbed my phone and pulled up the camera.

  Shit.

  Clutch.

  No.

  Huh-uh.

  Nope.

  “Eldie, I know you’re in there. Let me up,” he said, his face tipped to the camera.

  Maybe if I just stood really quiet, he’d go away.

  He smiled. Slowly. Lethally. “Gina, baby. Buzz me in.”

  I bit my lip. Hard. But it didn’t stop the ache in my pussy at the sound of my name on his lips.

  “I can wait here all night,” he continued.

  I tapped my phone to my forehead trying to think. What was he doing here? Why was he here? How the hell did he know where I lived?

  These weren’t the only questions that rattled through my head as I glanced back at my phone, but they were the most disturbing ones.

  “I’m waiting,” he said in a sing-song voice.

  I hit the green icon to buzz him in and walked back to my front door to wait for him to arrive. I didn’t have time to check my appearance, but he wasn’t going to be here for long, so it didn’t really matter.

  The knock came, and I pulled the door open, filling the space so he didn’t feel welcome. “What do you need, Clutch?” I asked.

  “Why’d you leave?”

  “I was tired.”

  He frowned. “Are you feelin’ the car crash?”

  “No, I’m fine.”

  “Are you sure, Doc? Maybe you should ice or something.”

  Why was he being so sweet? I needed to shut this down, post haste. “Clutch. I’m good. How do you know where I live?”

  “Don’t think I should answer that.”

  “Probably not,” I agreed. “Okay, I’m going to take a shower and then get an early night.”

  “You want some company?”

  “No.”

  “You sure?”

  I took a deep breath. Then another. “You said no earlier. Why the sudden need to stalk me and follow me home?”

  “I said no, because we were at the club. Sacred land and all that. But I got to thinkin’ about what you said, and then I couldn’t think of anything else.”

  “Well, now that I’ve sobered up a bit, I’ve come to my senses.”

  “Drink more, then.”

  Goddammit, he was so fucking charming, I was back to wanting to kiss, and perhaps lick him all over.

  “Yeah, that,” he said. “I like that look. You gonna let me in?”

  “I don’t think―”

  His mouth covered mine gently, and I dropped my phone as I grabbed his shoulders to stay upright. Holy shit! Of course, he could kiss.

  I leaned back to create some distance. “If we do this. It’s a one-time deal,” I said. “No regrets, no emotions, and we never speak of it again.”

  “I’m good with that.”

  “I mean it, Clutch. No one can know about this.”

  He smiled, his hand sliding to cup my ass. “Lips are sealed, beautiful.”

  I nodded. “Okay.”

  He kicked the door shut, and then our mouths were on each other, frantic and passionate as he lifted me, so I could wrap my legs around his waist. “Bedroom?”

  “End of the hall,” I panted out, kissing him again as he carried me down the seemingly endless corridor.

  Pushing open my bedroom door with his foot, he carried me over the threshold and set me on my feet. He removed his Kutte, which I was still wearing, before tugging my T-shirt from my jeans and lifting it over my head. I grabbed for his jacket and pushed it off his shoulders, sliding my hands under his shirt and up his chest. “Off.”

  He grinned, reaching behind his neck and pulling it over his head. I nearly passed out. My breath left my body in a whoosh and I ran my fingers between his pecs, then scraped a nipple with my fingertip. “Holy shit,” I breathed out. “I’ve only seen a body like yours in anatomy books.”

  “Makes sense. I modeled for them.”

  I couldn’t stop a chuckle as I met his eyes. “How old are you?”

  “Thirty. Next month.”

  I swallowed. Well, it was more of a gulp. “Shit.”

  “What’s wrong?”

  I shook my head. “Nothing. It’s all good.”

  Except you’re about to fuck an old lady.

  But, no biggie. I’d only been with three men in my life, all of whom were older than me, and one had just become my ex-husband. But Clutch was a child. Six years younger than me. Jebus. I hoped he didn’t notice all the squishy bits on my rapidly-approaching-forty body.

  “Babe, I know I came in hard, but if you wanna stop, we stop.”

  “No, it’s good. I’m just trying to take it all in. It’s been a while for me.”

  “You really divorced?” he asked. “I don’t break up families.”

  “Sadly, we were never a family. And, yes, we’re really divorced.”

  His hand slid to my neck and he leaned close, nose-to-nose. “You sure you want to do this?”

  “Yes. But just tonight, okay?”

  “Yeah, baby. Just tonight,” he whispered, kissing me again.

  I wrapped my arms around his waist and flattened my palms against his muscular back as I tried to memorize every sinewy ridge and dip. This was gonna need to last me for a while.

  His hands went to my jeans and he unzipped them, pushing them down my hips, panties and all, before lifting me again and setting me on the bed. “Lie back, honey.”

  I did, raising my knees as he removed the rest of his clothes (but kept his boxer briefs on), and hovered above me. “We’re gonna take our time, okay?”

  I nodded. “My, um, vibrators are in the front pocket of my overnight bag,” I said motioning to the luggage on the floor.

  “What for?”

  “To bring me home, so to speak.”

  He frowned. “I don’t need a vibrator to bring you home, baby.”

  “Pretty sure you do.”

  He sat up on his knees. “Come again?”

  “It’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” I rushed to say. “A lot of women can’t achieve orgasm without some form of assistance.”

  He cocked his head, his expression one of true confusion. “Are you telling me you’ve never had an orgasm?”

  “No, I’m not telling you that.”

  “Gina, have you ever had an orgasm without a vibrator?”

  “No.”

  “Your husband...?”

  I covered my face with my hands. “Can we please not bring him into this bed? I bought a new one, so I could forget about him.”

  My hands were tugged away, and Clutch was once again over me. “You won’t need a vibrator, baby. I’m gonna take care of you, and we’re not goin’ anywhere until you fuckin’ come all over your sheets.”

  I snorted. “Good luck, buddy.”

  “And don’t try to fake it,” he demanded. “I’ll know.”

  “Fine,” I breathed out, dropping my arms back onto m
y duvet. “Have at it.”

  * * *

  Clutch

  She looked so fuckin’ vulnerable staring up at me in disbelief. I couldn’t believe not one man had taken the time to worship her body the way it deserved to be worshiped. That stopped now. I leaned over her and traced her collarbone with my lips, my tongue swirling one nipple, then the other. Her breath came out in tiny pants as her tits heaved against my mouth.

  I cupped one in my hand, and sucked a nipple into my mouth, gently biting down as she whimpered beneath me.

  “Gorgeous, baby,” I whispered, blowing on the skin I’d just soaked with my tongue.

  Her nipple tightened in the cool air, and her fingernails dug into my back as she arched against me, but when I slid my hand between her legs, she let out a quiet mew, opening her legs further.

  I slid my finger inside of her, deeper into her soft heat.

  “Clutch,” she said on a whimper, as her hands gripped my shoulders. She was already soaked, and I’d barely touched her.

  Vibrator, my ass.

  Dipping lower, I ran my finger through her slick heat, spreading it on her clit as I rolled her hard nub under my fingertip.

  She let out a quiet squeak as I added pressure to her clit, and another finger between her folds. Gina’s hips ground down against my hand, her tits heaving with the motion, and I couldn’t stop myself from reaching up and cupping one in my free hand.

  “What do you want, baby?”

  “More.”

  “More of what?”

  “That!”

  I pinched her clit between my thumb and finger while I rolled her nipple with my other hand. “More of this?”

  “God, yes.”

  Pulling away from her, I pushed my boxers down my body and settled on my knees, between her legs, kissing her thighs as I spread them apart. Fuck. Her pussy was perfect. Bare and wet, and begging to be licked.

  I slid my finger into her as I covered her clit with my lips, sucking gently, then adding another finger and pressing deeply until I heard her mewl again. I was learning her language. Body and otherwise, as I figured out what she liked and disliked.

  Burying my fingers deeper inside of her, I swept them against her walls as I searched for her hidden gem and tried not to come at the sight of her thrashing against the mattress. She was so fucking beautiful in the throws of ecstasy, and I wasn’t sure how long I would last.