by K. T Fisher
Oh, shit.
Justice has his back to Preacher, but as he makes his way over everyone stops to see the reason behind Preacher’s sudden change of mood. They snicker and smile, following behind him.
"Shit's about to go down." Teresa whistles.
"Maybe we should get Angel or Prez."
Teresa shakes her head and stands. "No way, let’s go watch. I've been dying to see how Justice handles himself." She wiggles her eyebrows suggestively.
"I dunno."
She reaches for my hand, dragging me up from the bench. "Come on, if it gets out of hand I promise to get Prez."
She puts on her most innocent face, she's not fooling me. She won't fetch Prez I know that for certain, but I am a little curious, so I let Teresa lead me over to the growing crowd.
By now Justice has turned to face Preacher and the girls have disappeared into the growing crowd. Rose is standing behind her old man, where she should have been a moment ago. If there’s one thing I've learned around here, it’s that the men are very protective of their women. So if a sexy new member like Justice arrives and is holding your old ladies attention, you’re going to remind everyone of your claim on her.
Justice stands with his arms crossed, frowning at Preacher who’s standing right in front of him. He's shouting and pointing his finger in Justice's face.
"You leave my woman alone boy! Just 'cause you’re Prez's nephew don't mean you’re anything special."
"I didn't say I was Preacher." Justice says, already sounding bored of the whole situation.
Preacher lowers his finger, not knowing what else to say. Preacher is a big man; he’s not as tall and stacked as Justice though. Preacher’s a little softer in places, but he's still an attractive man and rocks the whole biker image. I wouldn't want to get on the wrong side of either of these men.
"Just stay the fuck away or I'll have to do something."
"Like what?" Justice asks, taunting Preacher. He turns his gaze to Rose and winks at her. "We're good friends ain't we Rosey?"
Rosey?
I hear Teresa giggling quietly, I want to join her. Rose bites on her lip and blushes. I'm not the only one to notice, Preacher shrugs off his leather cut. Wrong move Rose.
Justice smiles widely as he slowly removes his black shirt, revealing a marvelous ripped upper body. Every woman's gaze zeros in on Justice, including Rose and that finally does it for Preacher.
He charges towards Justice, raising his fist in the air and landing it straight on Justice's jaw. I wince as Justice rubs his jaw. That had to hurt.
Surprisingly Justice just smiles at Preacher. "I’ll let you have that one out of respect for your old lady, but you don't get any more, that's my final warning."
He looks at Preacher seriously, but Preacher ignores him. He goes in for another hit, but Justice blocks it landing one of his own on Preacher's eye. Fists fly as they pound away at each other.
"And the game begins." Teresa sing songs.
I look at her in confusion so she points over to two members who are exchanging money. There are others in the crowd doing the same. Are they betting?
"How 'bout you Tess?" A voice comes behind us. I turn to see Ice standing there, his hand full of money.
Teresa reaches into her pocket. "Gotta go with Justice." She says, handing him some money.
Ice raises his eyebrows, and shrugs. "I dunno, I'm going with my man Preach, he’s got a good arm."
Ice indicates over our shoulders. I turn back to see Preacher land a hard punch in Justice's stomach. I grimace as Justice bends over from the force of the hit, but he's back up quickly. He pushes Preacher to the floor, landing a hit right on Preachers nose.
"How about you, Eve?" Ice asks. I shake my head.
"Go on Justice!" Teresa shouts from beside me. I look at her in shock.
This is fucking madness.
Justice gets up; it gives Preacher a chance to get up as well. Every woman’s eyes go straight to Justice’s sexy chest. He’s all sweaty now, so the light glistens off him, making his abs and tattoos look shiny and emphasizing them even more.
Preacher charges at Justice and they're at it again, everyone chanting for their favorite fighter. Just then there's a loud shout.
"What the fuck!"
Prez charges down the yard and lands straight in the middle of the fight. He pulls Justice off Preacher. I'm surprised Prez can lift a man that size. Preacher goes for Justice again but Gabe is there, holding him back.
"Now you two stop acting like kids and sort your shit!" Prez shoves Justice towards the bar while Gabe does the same with Preacher.
Is it really a good idea to point two men who were just fighting towards the bar for drinks? I don't think so, but I'm not going to intervene.
Prez walks in our direction. Ice discreetly gives Teresa her money back before walking away.
"Have fun?" Prez asks her, a smirk on his face.
"Thank god you broke that up Bill, I didn't think they would stop." She fakes. I don't buy that and I know Prez doesn't. He quirks an eyebrow at her then lifts her over his shoulders.
"Woman, do I need to remind you not to lie to me."
He walks off with an amused looking Teresa who gives me a thumbs up as she's dragged away, upside down.
"Like what you saw, princess?" I hear Gabe’s voice.
I turn to see him frowning at me, arms folded. "What?"
"Enjoy watching the fight?"
I shake my head.
"Justice has a good body huh?"
Wait? Is Gabe jealous? Oh this is precious!
I try to hold in my smile, but it creeps through a little and I swear I hear Gabe growl.
The sound arouses me. I close the distance between us, placing my hand on his hard chest. "No baby, it’s not a patch on yours."
His chest puffs out in pride. He kisses me long and hard for all to see. He presses his hard, jean covered cock into me and I moan. Suddenly I'm lifted over Gabe’s shoulder and carried across the yard just like Prez did with Teresa.
"I’ll show you just how good I am, princess." Gabe growls.
***
After three orgasms I am worn out. Gabe took me to the games room where he showed me just how much he loves me. Over, and over again. If this is how he treats me when he gets jealous, I might have to get him jealous more often!
He demanded I tell him I was his as he fucked me against the wall before taking me over the pool table. I was so scared someone would walk in, but in a way that excited me even more.
Gabe holds my hand and as we leave the games room I see Justice and Preacher sitting together on a bench. They both have beers in their hand, and are laughing together loudly.
"Wait! You're not shitting me?" I hear Preacher ask.
"Nope!" Justice answers. "After the girls stopped fighting, I suggested they share me and they did." He laughs.
Preacher shakes his head. "Five women, you lucky bastard!"
My eyes bug out of my head. Gabe leads me over to a table, pulling me down to sit down on his lap. Five women? Whoa!
Gabe starts to kiss along my neck and my mind shuts off. My hand travels up under his shirt. I feel the deep lines of his muscles hidden there. As much as I love it here and my new family, I can't wait for all this shit with Satan to be behind us so we can have our own place.
Chapter Twenty One
Elle
The morning after having my heart to heart with Eve, I feel refreshed and surprisingly good about everything.
I woke this morning knowing that Eve was right; Ink and I do need to talk. He needs to know what's going on in my head, and I need to know what the fuck’s going on in his.
Drinking my second coffee I finally get the courage to send him a text.
Hey, we need to talk.
I don't have to wait long for my reply.
Sure, I’m at the clubhouse
I try to decide whether his text sounds good or bad, realizing I need to stop wasting time and get on with it. Strapping
on my big girl pants, not literally because I don't need Ink to know I wear those, pissed off or not, I imagine pulling them up and march out to my car.
As I drive closer to where Ink waits for me, a nervous bug settles in my stomach. It only gets worse when I reach the gates, waving to Ice and Rabbit who are standing guard as I pass. When I pass them I see him. Ink’s leaning back against the clubhouse wall, one leg arched on the wall behind him. His arms are crossed; he has his dark sunglasses on. He looks dangerous. My heart breaks a little more at the memory of his betrayal, but my greedy pussy clenches with need.
Damn, Ink has my mind and body torn in two different directions.
I knew I cared for him before all this shit went down, but after crying over him so much, I realized somewhere along the line, I fell for him. It’s too early to be love, but this is more than just lust.
Taking a deep calming breath, I grab my purse and get out the car. Ink stands straight as I make my way over, removing his shades. I watch as he takes me in. I high five my inner self at my choice of outfit. My frayed short denim skirt is paired with a tight vest top and my flip flops. I feel cool in this hot weather, and from the look on Ink’s face, I look sexy too. Well done me!
"So, you finally ready to talk?" He asks.
"Eve persuaded me to hear you out." I quickly respond.
We stand awkwardly, just watching each other for a couple of minutes before Ink breaks the silence. "Let’s go talk in my room."
He leaves quickly, I follow right behind. As soon as Ink closes the door behind me, he's on me in a flash. Lips tongue and hands are everywhere! My skirt has somehow managed to come up and reveals my lace thong. Yay for not actually wearing the big girl pants! Ink's hand wanders under my top, pinching my nipple.
"Ink." I manage to say in between kisses.
"Ink!" I shout, finally breaking through to him.
He lifts his mouth from mine but doesn't step away, or remove his hands from my breast and ass.
"What baby?"
"I'm here to talk."
"Yeah, we can." He kisses me. "After."
I push at his chest and try my firm voice. "Ink, for fucks sake, we need to talk!"
He finally steps away, huffing. He sits down on the bed, shaking his head. "Fucking women and talking."
I straighten myself out before joining him on the bed. He looks up at me through his dark lashes. "Sorry babe, but you look fucking hot and I've missed you." His hand slowly trails up my thigh. "God, I've fucking missed you."
I stop his hand from going any higher, and he smiles like a naughty school boy. He sits up and spreads out his arms. "I'm all ears."
"Why?"
His smile automatically falls, and he rubs his face, hard. "Fuck, I knew you’d want to talk about that."
"Damn right, Ink! You slept with someone else!"
He closes his eyes as though he's in pain. "I know, I fucked up, Elle. I know I did and trust me, I fucking hate myself for it."
"But why?"
"I don't know."
I stare into his eyes and I realize I made a huge mistake coming here. I get up to leave, but Ink stops me. Grabbing my wrist and moving closer.
"Where are you going?"
"Home. I'm done."
I see his eyes widen. He pulls me back down as I try and make another escape.
"Stay, please.” He pleads.” Don't go, Elle. I miss you."
"No, I think it's just the sex you've missed. So I'm just going to go."
I manage to stand this time. I only manage two steps before Ink pushes me back down on the bed and hovers over me. Searching my face.
"No, you're not just sex to me. Somehow, without even knowing it, you broke me."
My breath catches at his words. He sounds tormented.
"I never thought I wanted to settle down with one woman. Until I got to know you. If I'm honest Elle, you scare the shit out of me." He laughs a little, wiping away the few tears that have fallen from my eyes.
He leans in close, lightly brushing his lips over mine. "I could love you."
My eyes open wide. "I fell for you a long time ago, I should have said something but I couldn't. I've never experienced loving someone Elle. Friends, yes but not like this. Like I am with you. You own me."
He leans back down and without another thought, I let him kiss me and take me away. He rips away our clothes and gives me the pleasure only he can give me, because sex with Ink is deeper than with anyone else. We connect. As he thrusts harder, he looks right into my eyes and tells me again that he could love me.
"I could love you too." I whimper back. It might be too early for love, but I’m pretty certain that’s where this is heading for both of us.
Ink pauses for just a second, then before fucking me harder than he has ever done before.
***
When we're both fully sated and lying face to face on his bed we finally talk a little more. I tell him everything I told Eve yesterday, about my life growing up. I'm surprised when Ink tells me about his childhood. Apart from the foster care, he pretty much suffered the same. Only his was worse. Ink was homeless, having to fight for his survival on a daily basis. The only love he's ever received or given is with his club brothers, and now me. Right now I've forgiven Ink for sleeping with another woman. It was really wrong of him to do it, but in a weird way I understand what was going through his head. He was scared of what we are becoming. Without thinking he tried to subconsciously ruin us. Only, it's made us stronger.
"So what are we?" I ask him, lazily trailing my fingers over his sculptured chest.
"You’re mine babe." He responds.
"As in your girlfriend?" I laugh, but I'm deadly serious.
He leans down, kissing my forehead. "As in, being my one and only woman."
He pushes me down into the bed and shows me just how Ink treats his one and only woman.
***
After a long night of very hot make up sex I wake up, wrapped in the comfort of Ink’s arms. We decided last night that we’ll give it a go as a couple. Ink’s asked me to move in to the clubhouse with him, both of us want to see if this is leading where we think it is. We’re both scared; neither of us has experienced anything like this before. After just a few days apart though, we think it’s worth the risk.
Ink’s place is here, with the club. Because I’m always travelling, my house feels more like a hotel than a home. There are no special memories there, no reason for me to stay away from Ink any longer. Ink’s got a full day of work today at his shop in town, and it will take me all day to pack my things and put the house in order. I’ll keep renting it, just in case, but I’ll be moving my things to the clubhouse tomorrow. Ink’s going to send one of the prospects over in the morning with a truck, and I’ll drive my car back here so I’ve got it when I need it.
I’ll miss being in Ink’s bed tonight, but I console myself with the knowledge that every night after this that’s where I’ll be. I get a lovely warm feeling, and reach over to shake Ink awake. I need him to remind me what I’ll be missing tonight.
Chapter Twenty Two
???
Shit!
I look down at my phone when I hear the incoming text alert and see that it's from him. I don't want to open the message in here, but it will look suspicious if I go outside to read it. I glance around the room; no one seems to be taking any notice of me. A couple of the guys are playing poker over in the corner, some more are playing on the Xbox, and Prez is safely in his office - I hope.
The icon tells me it's a picture message. I pause for a moment before sliding across the screen to open it. If it's coming from him it's bound to be unpleasant. I take a deep breath to prepare myself for what I'm about to see.
Fuck!
It's another picture of my sister, and from the image in the background I know it's been taken today. That means he's there. I scroll down the image to see his message.
What's taking so long? Be a shame to have to talk to your sister. Call me...
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bsp; I'm seething with rage, but trying to keep a handle on it. I wish I knew what to do. Part of me says to go tell Angel and Prez, to fess up and ask for their help. I'm sure they'd understand with it being Satan. But the other part of me tells me I'd be signing my death warrant. If the club doesn't kill me for betraying them, then Satan sure as fuck will, and he'll hurt my sister as well, just for the fun of it. I can't even think of any way of leading the club to Satan so they can get him. The sneaky bastard never tells me where he is, and all I have contact wise is the crappy pre-paid phone number he's using. I never know when he'll next be in touch or where he'll pop up.
