Carnal Hunger

by Tory Richards

  I began loading the dishwasher, giving Suzy’s invitation a moment to sink in. I was curious about the club and what went on there, but I wasn’t sure if I was ready for it. And what about Vince? I wondered. Would he want me there?

  “That’s a good idea!” Della rushed out, encouraging me to accept. “Friday nights are open to everyone, which means you don’t have to be a member to come. It will be packed and wild, but a lot of fun.”

  “I’ll think about it,” I finally answered, meaning it. Maybe Vince would invite me to go with him. That would solve my problem of knowing whether or not he’d want me here.

  Or maybe I would just surprise him.

  Chapter 16

  Vince

  I awoke to the murmur of voices. It didn’t take me long to realize that the murmurs were coming from Dickie’s bedroom, and that Iris was in there with him. My dick was standing straight up, morning wood, but it still reminded me that it hadn’t gotten anything the night before, other than a nice rub against the sweetest ass on earth. By the time the girls had cleaned up and everyone had left, Iris had been done in, and I’d decided my dick could wait.

  A first for me.

  I usually took what I wanted, when I wanted, and I definitely wanted Iris. Even the sound of her voice revved me up.

  “Penny said you had a good day yesterday,” I heard her say to Dickie. He must have nodded, because I heard her say next, “How do you feel this morning?”

  “Too early to tell,” he groused. “Fucking tired of this damned bed. And I’m tired of watching the same shit on TV.”

  She laughed lightly. “I imagine. Maybe we can get some of the club boys to help you outside so you can enjoy some sun today. Would you like that?”

  “Yeah, sounds good. As long as it gets me out of this room for a while.” A brief silence followed, then he asked, “Tell me honey, how do you think Penny is holding up? I’m worried about her.” I could hear the tiredness in his voice.

  “Don’t worry about my sister,” Iris said in a firm tone. “I’m here to make sure she takes care of herself, too.”

  Dickie laughed, but it sounded weak. “Yeah, you’re a force to be reckoned with.”

  “Don’t forget it, either. Another cup of coffee?”

  “You know what I’d really like?” Dickie asked.

  “What?”

  “To go to the club tonight. Haven’t been in over a month, and Friday nights are fucking crazy. Would like to be a part of it just one last time.”

  Fuck, the pain in Dickie’s voice cut through me. For a man to know that he was on his way out had to be a tough pill to swallow. Knowing the kind of life he’d led, the importance and power he’d wielded being Mad Dogs’ president, missing out on the fun and angst of club activities, must have been weighing on his mind. I couldn’t blame the man for wanting a last taste.

  I wondered how Iris was going to handle Dickie’s request. The silence told me that she was thinking of something to say in response, and I debated on whether I should intervene. I was just about to get out of bed when she said, “Do you think being around all that would be good for you?”

  She had no idea what all that involved.

  A snort left Dickie. “Well, it won’t kill me, honey.”

  I laughed right along with them.

  “Well, if we can get you downstairs to enjoy the sun for a spell, I’m sure we can figure out a way to get you to the club.”

  Good for her.

  “Penny won’t like it,” Dickie grumbled good-naturedly.

  I could hear the smile in her voice. “You let me handle Penny. Besides, you just might be surprised.”

  “Morning,” I said from the doorway after deciding to get out of bed and join them. Iris was sitting facing Dickie. She turned when she heard my voice, her gaze dropping down to my body to my morning wood, which I’d stuffed into my jeans.

  “Mornin’, brother,” Dickie said.

  “I’m sorry if we woke you.”

  “Needed to get up, darlin’.” I massaged the back of my neck. My gaze locked onto the cup she was holding in her hand. “Anything left in that?” She looked down into her cup before holding it out to me without speaking. I should have guessed by the amusement in her eyes that she was handing me some creamy, sugary shit. It still had caffeine in it, so I drank it down anyway. She giggled at the face I made.

  Went straight to my heart. Wait, what? That wasn’t right. She was still wearing what I assumed she’d gone to bed in the night before. Nothing sexy, yet it looked sexy as fuck on her, tiny floral shorts and a matching tee that I wanted to tear off her in order to get to the goods underneath. My dick jerked with agreement. I willed my libido to take a hike, because nothing was going to happen any time soon.

  “Couldn’t help overhearing that you want to go to the club tonight, brother. We’ll get you there.” Iris mouthed the words ‘thank you’ to me, and I responded with a wink. “Ever been on a bike, darlin’?”

  “No. Unless you’re talking about a bicycle.”

  “Not hardly,” I chuckled. “When you get dressed, wear jeans. Want to take you on a ride.” I could see the uncertainty in her eyes. “Trust me, baby.”

  “Hell, this is big,” Dickie smirked with a grin. “VD with a woman on the back of his bike. Never thought I’d see the day.”

  Iris looked back at me, and fuck if I didn’t want to kiss those soft, full lips that were even now curling up at me. “I’ll be your first?”

  I wasn’t going to burst her bubble by telling her no, that the first and only other woman who had been on the back of my bike had been a bitch, and that was Trish, my ex. I wasn’t like some of the other brothers who didn’t care who they had behind them, I’d seen too many complications arise from their mistakes. A woman on the back of my bike meant that she was mine, and I knew that having Iris there would be making a big, fucking statement.

  Dickie knew it, too. I could feel his eyes boring into me, and I knew that he had some concerns. He’d want to know what my intentions were toward Iris, would warn me not to hurt her. I didn’t have any intention of hurting her, but in our world the unexpected happened, and so did shit. I pushed the imminent trouble with the Slayers to the back of my mind. I couldn’t count on anything until it happened.

  Iris stood up, looking down at Dickie. “I’m going to get dressed and go down for another cup of coffee. You need anything?”

  He shook his head, accepting her kiss on his cheek. “Thanks for keeping me company, honey.”

  She turned and walked toward me in a slow and sexy sway that was purposely designed to turn me on. I could see the truth glimmering in her eyes at her lazy invitation. I let my gaze travel lazily down and up her body, grinning when her nipples peaked right in front of my eyes. Damn, I wanted to roll those fucking berries around in my mouth until she was squirming and wet. I would, too, later. Make no mistake about that. I’d let her get away with her little teasing act for now.

  She paused in front of me, her hand out for the cup. “Not fair, darlin’, teasing a man when he can’t do anything about it,” I said in a low voice. The innocent look that came over her face didn’t fool me. “You’ll pay later.” I let go of the cup, and she disappeared.

  An hour later Iris was on the back of my bike and we were heading toward the Rusty Nail, a little out of the way restaurant on the coast that was known for its seafood and laid back atmosphere. It wasn’t fancy enough to draw in the rich and famous, yet they managed to find it anyway. The place was located right outside of Ogunquit, a small seaside town that was filled with shops, bars, and touristy venues.

  For her first time on a bike, Iris was doing great. She’d learned early on to lean into a curve and to keep her arms around me tightly. Once in a while her thighs would clench against mine, putting the heat of her pussy right up against my backside, forcing me to clench my teeth and will my dick to behave. The serious addiction I had for Iris was beginning to control my thoughts, and I wasn’t sure I liked it. I needed to keep my w
its about me, especially when riding, but all I could think about was the feel and heat of her tight cunt against me.

  Being so caught up in a woman was dangerous as fuck.

  It was too early to eat lunch, so I passed the Rusty Nail and headed for town, finding a parking spot right outside a florist shop. As I backed my bike in, I noticed two bikes across the street at the tattoo shop. There was a logo on the gas tanks identifying them as belonging to someone in the Slayers MC. I swore beneath my breath, searching the area to see if there were any more of them. We didn’t normally have confrontations away from our clubs or outside of our territory, but if what we were hearing about the Slayers was true, we could be in trouble.

  I turned off my bike and turned my head. “Baby?”

  “Yeah?”

  “You like shopping?” I helped her off before swinging my leg over.

  She laughed. “I’m a woman, Vince.”

  My lips twitched at that. “You got money?”

  She removed her helmet and handed it to me. “I, ah, didn’t know I would need any. You should have said something.”

  I shook my head. “Not a problem, darlin’.” I dug out my wallet, opened it, and removed a few bills. “I have a phone call to make. Why don’t you head into that shop.” I nodded towards the lingerie shop next to the florist. “Get something sexy.”

  Her face fell. “I’m not taking your money, Vince.”

  I ignored her stubborn look. “Take it.” Movement drew my attention to the tattoo shop. One of the Slayers stepped outside. I could tell that he had noticed me right away, and the next thing he did was get on his cell. I released a steady breath. “Look, you can pay me back, now take it and get your cute ass inside.” I refrained from saying, ‘where it’s safe.’

  Iris wasn’t stupid. She followed my gaze and drew her own conclusions. I could tell that she wanted to question me. I shook my head in a silent warning for her not to. With a slight huff she took the money and spun around toward the store. As soon as she was safely inside I pulled out my cell, keeping my eyes on the Slayers member across the street.

  “Yeah?”

  “Whip, I need you and a couple brothers down here at Ogunquit. I’m here with Iris and there’s a couple of Slayers at the tattoo shop. Not sure, but one of them just made a call when he spotted us.”

  “Fuck.”

  “My sentiments exactly, brother.”

  “We’re on our way.”

  He hung up and I slipped my phone back into my pocket and leaned against my bike, deciding to look around. It would take Whip two and a half hours to get there, and I seriously debated on whether or not I should get Iris the hell out of there. I didn’t want her caught up in the middle of something. The Slayer across the street finally put his phone away and went back inside the shop, probably to let his brother know that I was there. A tapping on the glass behind me drew my gaze toward the lingerie shop.

  Iris’s expression revealed her worry. Releasing a deep breath, I pushed away from my bike and headed inside. A tiny bell sounded when I opened the door.

  “Hello!” the woman behind the counter greeted, a little too enthusiastically.

  I gave her a chin lift and continued to Iris. “What’s up, darlin’?”

  “I’m not stupid, Vince. What’s going on?”

  My eyes fell to the garment she was holding in her hands. “Did you find something already?”

  “Vince,” she growled in a harsh whisper.

  “Baby.” I grasped her by the upper arms and directed her backwards slowly. “It’s club shit, and nothing for you to worry about.” I shouldn’t have, but I brought my mouth down on hers, giving her a rough, brief kiss. “Now go put this on so I can see you in it.” I turned her around and gave her ass a sharp slap sending her into the dressing room. Someday soon I was going to turn that rounded ass of hers pink just for the enjoyment of it.

  While I scanned the shop with little interest I kept my ears open for the rumbling sound of bikes. I didn’t know if the two Slayers were alone, or if they were with a group who was off doing something else. The door to the dressing room opened just enough for Iris to peek out around it.

  “There’s no way I’m stepping out there,” she said firmly.

  Grinning, I stepped forward and entered the dressing room, my gaze soaking her up in one rapid swoop. Holy fuck she was hot! For a minute all I could do was stand there, mesmerized by her radiance in the black and white stripped corset and G-string. It didn’t take much imagination to visualize her in black stockings, garters, and stilettos, and I knew that I was going to make that happen. A strip of honey-toned skin was left exposed between the two garments.

  “Get it,” I growled, pulling Iris against me roughly. My hands automatically covered her naked ass, squeezing the flesh that was spilling over my hands. I slammed my mouth down on hers and kissed her hungrily, grinding our bodies together as lust came to a full boil in my blood. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! This woman was going to be the death of me. I thrust my tongue against hers, tasting the toothpaste she’d used that morning, and coffee.

  “Vince!” she whispered sharply.

  My dick pounded behind my zipper as if it knew how close to heaven it was.

  Our heavy breathing filled the small changing room. Iris moaned, her hands moving over my shoulders and down my back, her hips thrusting against mine. I could have had my dick out and inside her in a second, but I reminded myself of where we were. Normally I wouldn’t have given a fuck, but with the Slayers around I wasn’t taking any chances of being caught off guard.

  I wouldn’t risk Iris’s safety.

  Before I lost total control and fucked her up against the wall, I pushed her back with a growl. “Get it,” I repeated hoarsely. “And get matching stockings and garters to go with it.”

  It was fucking hell leaving her. I could hear her panting for breath as I closed the door securely, and I leaned my hands against the frame for control. The door next to me opened.

  “What about me, VD? Should I get this?”

  Before I had even glanced toward the sultry voice I knew who it belonged to, Sassy O’Neil. Of all the fucking luck! And it was apparent that she’d heard me and Iris and wanted in on the action. I dropped my arms and looked at the woman I’d made the mistake of fucking once. She’d wanted to become a club girl, but none of the brothers had liked her, had said that they thought something was off about her. After I’d refused to give her the time of day she’d made a nasty scene, and I’d banned her from the club.

  I barely gave her half-naked body a glance. She’d always been too skinny for my liking, and her nasty attitude made her even less appealing. Sassy was and always had been nothing but trouble. If there was anything in my life that I wished I could undo it was sticking my dick inside her. She was the kind of woman who thought she owned and controlled a man once that happened.

  “Well?” she cooed, running her hands down over her fake tits. “Like what you see, VD?”

  I crossed my arms and just stood there, not the least bit interested in answering her, or looking at her, for that matter.

  “My new man likes what he sees.”

  Did she think that would get a rise out of me? I pitied the poor bastard.

  “Aren’t you going to ask me who he is?”

  “I don’t give a fuck.”

  The door opened and Iris started to step out, but I was in her way. “Ready, darlin’?” I took her gently by the arm.

  “Darlin’?” Sassy barked with surprise, before she started to laugh. “Is this your new woman?” She gave Iris a thorough look that ended with a sneer. “Looks like you’re tastes have gone down−”

  I moved so fast that Sassy stepped back into her dressing room with an expression of fear. I caught her around the throat and pushed her back against the wall, getting into her heavily made-up, skanky face. My lips pulled back over my teeth as I snarled with rage, “No, bitch. You don’t get to say anything about Iris. You keep your skanky mouth shut when it comes to her.
You need to take a good look at your skinny ass in the mirror before you cast any stones.” I gave her a threatening squeeze before turning her loose and turning around.

  Whatever Sassy had to say I just ignored her, refusing to let her push my buttons, because she didn’t matter and never had. But I wasn’t about to let her insult Iris.

  Christ. The fear in Iris’s eyes gutted me. I didn’t want her to be afraid of me. Fuck, this day wasn’t turning out the way that I’d planned.

  “Are you okay?” she surprised the fuck out of me by asking.

  I found it amusing that she was worried about me and not Sassy. “Yeah, darlin’, I’m okay. Let’s go pay for this.”

  When we stepped outside the shop, the first thing I did was look toward the tattoo shop. The Slayers were still there.

  “So, um, what was that all about?” Iris asked as we headed to my bike.

  “Nothing. Someone I mistakenly allowed in my life for about five minutes.”

  She laughed softly and raised her hand to stop me from saying more. “Someone you were, ah, involved with?”

  I wasn’t going to answer that. I took the bag from her to put it into my saddle bag. “Sassy is crazy and is nothing but trouble. Unfortunately, her bite is worse than her bark.” I explained, meeting her eyes after I locked her purchase up. “And the only one taking a bite out of you is me. Ready to hit the next shop?”

  A heavy sigh left her. “Did you really bring me here for shopping, Vince?” There was amusement swimming in her sparkling eyes. “You don’t look like a shopping kind of man.”

  I shrugged. “Thought you might enjoy walking the shops, being here on the coast.”

  “It is beautiful,” she admitted.

  “I want to take you to the Rusty Nail for lunch. They serve up a spicy seafood gumbo and conch fritters that are the best you’ll ever eat.”

  “Sounds like a plan. I see a candle shop I’d like to explore first, though.”

  “Just let me know when you’re hungry, darlin’.”