by Khloe Wren
I’d spent a couple nights over with Veronica during the week, although we still hadn’t had sex yet. She hadn’t confided any more details about her past with me, and Keys had been busy with all the Bash turmoil to spend too much time digging into her history. However, she’d agreed to come to the club barbecue that was going to start soon and spend the night here with me, so I hoped that was a sign she was ready to take the next step.
I couldn’t believe I was willingly taking my time with a woman. Never in my life had I needed to work to get laid. Although, I’d never cared as much about any of the other women I’d previously fucked as I did about Veronica. I couldn’t wait for her to trust me enough to tell me her history. It tore me up inside that I didn’t know how safe she was, because I had no clue who was out there looking for her hard enough she’d had to change her name and run.
“Hey, Blade! Got a minute?”
I turned to see Mac and Scout coming my way. I relaxed when I saw Mac was sporting a grin the size of Texas. Seemed like finally something good had happened for the club.
“Sure, man. What can I do for you?”
“Just got outta church. Some votes were taken.” He tapped his chest, over a new patch that hadn’t been there before that read Vice President.
I reached out to shake his hand and clap him on the shoulder. “Whoa! That’s great, man. Congratulations.”
“Thanks, but that wasn’t the only thing we voted on.”
Scout spoke up. “Club voted to give you the chance to prospect in, if you want it.”
That caught me off guard. “What, exactly, does that mean? Because I’ve seen some of the shit jobs you make prospects do around here and to be honest, I’m likely to throw a punch if I get asked to do some of that shit.”
Scout laughed while Mac paled slightly. “Bit like when Mac and his boys prospected in, we’ll make use of your skills. Which would be wasted on half the shit we get prospects to do. You’re also limited on heavy lifting until that arm heals up. You’ll be doing a lot of security work, guarding either businesses or the women. Shit like that. You also need to pick a club business you wanna work in, but you don’t need to do that right now.”
I gave the man a nod. I could live with that.
“How long till I get to call myself a brother?”
For some reason, that made the man wince. “Ah, normally it takes around a year. We’ve been slack lately, but with Mac as VP, I got a feeling that won’t be an issue going forward.”
“Damn straight. Do what you’re asked, keep your nose clean and in a year’s time, you’ll be wearing all your patches.”
I rubbed my hand over my beard for a few seconds before I gave them another nod. “Okay, I’m in.”
The holler Mac let out was loud enough it echoed around the hallway and had Scout and me chuckling.
“Come with me to my office and we’ll get your cut.”
I’d picked up soon after arriving that they called their leather vests their cut, or colors. I couldn’t help the buzz of excitement that flowed through me as I followed Scout and Mac to the club president’s office.
An hour later I stood out the front of the clubhouse, sporting my new leather vest waiting on Veronica. Scout told me I could start my duties tomorrow, but today I could celebrate joining the fold, which sounded like a damn fine idea to me. I couldn’t wait to get Veronica up in my room to help me celebrate.
Her little blue hatchback pulled in and by the time she parked it next to the other vehicles, I was over at her door. Impatient to see her, I opened it up and held my hand out to her. She took it and I pulled her up out of her seat and into my arms. Before she could utter a word, I had my lips on hers, kissing her until we were both breathless.
A few whistles had me pulling away.
“Ah, wow. Um, hi?”
Her cheeks were flushed with color and I grinned down at her.
“Hey, my little dove.”
She stroked her palms over the leather I was now wearing. “So, this is new…”
“Yep, I’m officially a prospect in the Charon MC now.”
“I have no idea what that means, but you look happy, so I take it that’s a good thing.”
“Well, it means I’m staying here in Bridgewater for good. I’ll need to head back to L.A. soon to pack up all my shit and get things finalized, but I’ll be coming back here to live.”
Before she could respond, a high pitched squeal filled the air and we both turned to see what was going on. Mac had just spun his old lady around in a circle while she held their daughter.
“Guess Cleo liked that.”
“Guess so.”
As we watched, Mac grabbed Sparrow and gave her a spin too. Even from across the yard I could see the way her face went red, but she was grinning, so all was well.
“Wonder why he’s so excited?”
“That’s Mac, my buddy. He just got voted in as the vice president of the club. It’s a good day. Gonna be one hell of a party. You’re still good to stay the night, yeah?”
I couldn’t believe I was actually nervous she’d changed her mind.
“Ah, yeah, I brought a bag. Change of clothes and stuff.”
Releasing her, I reached past her into the car and grabbed the bag, then shifting her out the way, I shut the door. “Let’s get your shit up to my room, then we’ll head out the back. Make the most of having me the whole time, little dove. Next time I’ll be on duty and have jobs to do before I can relax with you.”
Poor woman looked more than a little stunned as I took her hand and brought her into the clubhouse. It wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. The main room was just a bunch of tables and chairs with a few couches against the walls. There was also a bar along one wall near where the stairs went up to the upper levels. That’s where I took her, up to the second level, where the bedrooms were. She didn’t say a word as we made our way down the hallway. No one else was up here at this point, everyone was either out the back or in the main room, relaxing. Suited me just fine. Meant I got to my room quickly and once we passed through the door, I tossed her bag on the chair near the bathroom entrance then had her up against the wall, my body pressed against hers.
“Fuck, I missed you.”
I nuzzled my face in against her throat, getting a giggle then a groan out of her. I stroked my hands down her body then back up, catching her shirt on my way, lifting it up and over her head before she knew what I was doing. The blue lacy bra had my dick kicking in my jeans and my mouth salivating for a taste.
“I’m getting the idea blue is your favorite color.”
“I have no idea where you’d get that idea from.”
I traced a fingertip lightly over the edge of the lace, loving the way goosebumps rose in the wake of my touch. When she shuddered and wrapped her hand around my wrist, I stopped moving and shifted my gaze to her eyes. The moment her eyes locked with mine, her body relaxed.
“We’re good, sweetheart. Just me and you here, gettin’ to know each other. Say the word and we’ll stop, but damn, I’d really like to continue just for a few more minutes. We don’t have long before we need to be downstairs in the yard for the start of the celebrations.”
She cleared her throat. “I think if I can see your eyes, I’ll be fine for a little more.”
I grinned then leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to her mouth. “Easily done, my little dove. You keep looking at my eyes, even when I can’t resist your body any longer and have to look down, you keep your gaze on mine and we’ll see how far we can go.”
She nodded and pulled her lower lip between her teeth. I shifted my hands up to push the straps from her shoulders before I slid them behind her back. Kissing her, I flicked open her bra before pulling back. She didn’t stop the material from falling from her body and my breath caught. Even looking at her eyes, I could see her gorgeous tits in my peripheral as I filled my palms with the soft mounds. I wanted to look down and focus on them so badly, but I didn’t want to lose her to the demons in her
mind.
Needing a taste, I lowered down to my knees in front of her, still not losing our connection. Then turning my head, I latched onto a nipple, flicking my tongue over the pebbled tip before sucking it deep in my mouth. With a gasp, her eyes went wide and she lifted her hand to thread her fingers through my hair. When I swirled my tongue around her nipple again, she tightened her grip. As I continued to tease her with my lips and tongue, I flicked the other nipple with my thumb, teasing both at the same time. After a few minutes I switched sides, drawing the sweetest little whimper from her when I gave the nipple I’d just released from my mouth a hard tweak between my thumb and finger.
She was so damn responsive, and her skin tasted as sweet as she smelled. Fuck, I wanted to get my mouth on her pussy something fierce. We didn’t have a whole heap of time right now, but fuck it, I needed a taste of her so badly I willingly took the risk that we’d be late to the party. Dropping my hands away, I switched my mouth back to the other nipple, keeping her panting for me as I lowered my hands to the fly on her pants. I got the button undone and the zipper down before she stiffened up.
Releasing her breast, I leaned out a little.
“Let me have a taste, sweetheart? No sex, not yet, but you smell so fucking good, I need to have you down my throat. And since I was the one who got you so worked up, seems only right that I be the one to take care of it for you.”
“I’ve never— no one has ever put their mouth down there.”
That had my heart soaring. I’d be the only one who would ever know what it was like to have her taste down the back of my throat.
“That’s good, darlin’, real fucking good. Means that it’s all mine.”
Hopefully it also meant I wouldn’t hit any triggers. While still keeping my gaze on hers, I slid my hands over her hips, under the material of her jeans and pushed them, along with her panties, down her legs. She still had her shoes on, so I left them around her calves. That would give me enough room for now. Later on, I’d get her naked with her legs around my head as I made a proper meal out of her.
“Just a taste for now, little dove. Later I’ll be back down here for a full meal.”
I pressed my nose into the crease between her thigh and torso and inhaled against her soft flesh. I pressed a kiss before I pulled away and focused fully on her face for a moment.
“You doing okay?”
She nodded, her eyelids having closed half way with her arousal. Woman was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen and I’d only looked directly at her eyes. I could see the rest of her in my peripheral vision, but couldn’t wait for her to be comfortable enough with me that I could look directly at every inch of her body.
Shoving her jeans down as far as I could, I tapped her inner thigh. “Spread them as much as you can. Give me a little room to work.”
She wriggled against the wall, bending her knees out to open herself up to me. The scent of her arousal washed over me as she moved. With a growl, I leaned in and took my first swipe up her center.
Fuck. For a moment my eyes slid shut at the Nirvana that filled my senses.
“So good, sweetheart. So fucking good.”
I gripped her hips in my hands and locking my gaze with hers once more, I leaned in and ran my tongue between her lower lips again, until I got up to her clit, which I stopped to flick with my tongue before I sucked at it. Her mouth dropped open a moment before her eyes slammed shut and her body went taught as she whimpered and came. Now that her eyes were closed, I hungrily ran my gaze over her shuddering body as I lapped at her core, taking every drop of her cream for myself. I was already addicted to her taste and couldn’t wait for later tonight when I could have her on her back in my bed, with my mouth right where it was now.
As my gaze ran over her, I noticed for the first time she had a tattoo on the inside of her right hip bone. As I nuzzled my face against her inner thigh, pressing little kisses to the trembling flesh there, I ran my thumb over the crudely drawn star with an A in the center. On the third stroke over the ink, she stiffened and pulled away from me.
“Whoa, Veronica. It’s okay, we’re okay.”
She already had her panties and jeans tugged up by the time I was on my feet and dragging her back against me. I wanted to ask who was behind that tattoo but if this was her reaction to me just seeing it, I knew it wouldn’t be a discussion we’d be having any time soon.
Tugging her with me, I sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her into my lap, curling her up like I had that first night. She nuzzled into my chest, her palm splayed over my heart. I was wearing a t-shirt today, so I couldn’t undo the buttons to give her access. And I sure as fuck wasn’t putting her down to strip off, so I grabbed her wrist and lowered it down until she could hook it under the bottom of my shirt. She got what I intended and slipped her hand under the material until it was up over my left pectoral.
Damn this woman was breaking my fucking heart with her vulnerability. How could anyone look at this sweet creature and want to hurt her?
Veronica
After the awkward end to our little session earlier, we’d come down and I’d been surprised to actually have enjoyed my evening. Zara introduced me to the other old ladies and I’d hung out with them for a little while before Blade came and reclaimed me.
A big man with a beard much longer than Blade’s short one stood up at one point and made some announcements, including Blade’s new status as a prospect. He seemed totally happy with the development, and I had to admit I was glad he would be settling here in Bridgewater. I wasn’t sure where, exactly, this thing between us was going, but I really wanted to find out.
My body was still tingling from earlier, even if things did end abruptly when he’d discovered my tattoo. I’d expected him to ask questions, but he hadn’t pushed me since that incident outside Marie’s Cafe. By the time we’d got back to my place, he’d been in full-on caretaker mode and was still there.
It was now getting late. Many of the old ladies had gone home and there were no more kids running around. That was apparently the cue for a bunch of barely dressed women to join the party. I frowned as they filed out the rear door and spread around the yard, latching on to whatever man would let them.
“Fucking club whores.”
I turned to see Silk, whom I’d been introduced to earlier. She was Eagle’s old lady and a tattoo artist. After I’d lied and told her I had no ink, she’d spent ten minutes begging for me to let her be the one to pop my tattoo cherry. She’d also had a son with her earlier.
“What? And where’s your son?”
“Raven’s having a night with the grandies.” She paused and nodded to the women. “And I was talking about them. They’re the club whores. They’re confined to a room inside until ten at night, then they get to roam free. Some of them are all right I guess, but for the most part, they don’t care who they fuck. Don’t care if they’re taken or not. Nor do they care about privacy.”
I followed her gaze and stumbled back a step. “Whoa, that escalated quickly.”
One of the whores was naked on the picnic table top, a man between her thighs thrusting into her while another man had his dick down her throat.
“Yeah. It does. You staying tonight or heading home? Because if you’re heading home, I’d suggest you do that soon. Well, unless live porn is your kink.”
Considering I could remember a time when I’d been forced to provide the live porn, I had no interest in watching that shit.
“Definitely not my kink. I, ah, I think I’m just gonna go find Blade then get outta here.”
She pressed her hand to my forehead. “You’re not looking so great. Hey, look at me, not them. You’re doing fine, sugar. They’re nothing you need to worry about, ‘k?”
“Everything okay, babe?”
Silk turned to Eagle who’d come up beside us but I wasn’t tracking what was said. I couldn’t believe I was having another episode so soon. So far I’d managed to not let the memories take over, but it was taking everything in me
to hold it all down.
The sound of heavy footfalls getting closer to me a few moments later had me twisting my head in that direction. Blade was jogging my way with Eagle at his side. Guess Silk sent her man to go get mine. Blade took my face between his palms and held my gaze.
“We doing okay, little dove?” He didn’t look away but spoke to the side. “Silk, what happened, what was the trigger?”
“Club whore getting double teamed over on the table.”
He winced. “Fuck. I meant to get you outta here before they came out. Time slipped away from me.”
Leaning in, he pressed a kiss to my temple then tucked me in against his front.
He shook Eagle’s hand and thanked his friends before he bent and scooped me up against his chest and headed inside. I was back to feeling like I was floating as he took me upstairs to his room. As soon as his door was shut, he gently set me on the edge of the bed before he dropped to his knees in front of me. I watched, detached, as he took my shoes and socks off, giving each of my feet a rub before he set them back down.
“I promised myself I wouldn’t push, but, sweetheart, if I knew what happened to you, I could better prevent you from hitting triggers going forward. Just,” he sighed heavily, “just know, whenever you’re ready, I’m here and all ears, okay?”
He looked up, our gazes locking together and the fog started to lift. My heart ached at the pain in those blue depths, so similar to what I’d seen in them that first day when his burns were still hurting him so badly. I leaned forward, cupping his face in my palms a moment before I pressed my lips to his for a short kiss, keeping my eyes open and locked with his when I pulled away.
