by Geri Glenn
Jase’s eyebrows are raised in surprise. “Fuck, Mouse. That’s awesome. Congratulations, buddy.”
Mouse nods. “Thank you.”
“It’s settled then. Tomorrow night. Everybody’s going.” I stare at Ryker, eyes wide at his declaration. “We’ll just move the party from the clubhouse to the bar. It’ll be fun.” He smirks, walking out of the garage.
Watching him go, I feel anxiety creeping into my mind. A date means she’s going to expect romance and shit. I don’t know how to be fucking romantic. This is bullshit. If it were anyone else but Ryker, I’d tell them to go fuck themselves, but I owe Ryker my life.
Over a year ago, back when he’d found me in that bar, I was angrier than I am now. My life had been hard and there was no sign of it ever getting any better. When I turned eighteen, I was released from juvie on probation and sent off into the world with no family and no support. I spent the next eight years doing any job I could get my hands on just to keep myself fed. I worked in a grocery store, and a farm, security at a mall, and fought in every underground fight I could get in on. Most of my money came from bouncing, though.
Being a bouncer at a bar when you’re not social fucking sucks. Everyone either wants to be your new best friend or wants to fucking fight you. I was tired of that job, tired of living that life – of not belonging anywhere. When Ryker told me about the Kings, it gave me something I hadn’t experienced in a long fucking time. Hope. Hope for a future. Hope for a family. Hope for finally finding where I was supposed to be.
Now, watching his back as he stalks across the parking lot, I lose that hope. He knows I hate this shit. That motherfucker is selling me out for pussy.
Jase and Mouse laugh again. “Fuck, Tease. It’s not the end of the fucking world.” Jase wipes the tears that are streaming down his face. “Your girl is fuckin’ hot! Show her off!” He makes an attempt to look serious. “It’ll be fun! I won’t be bringing anyone, but I’ll be there.”
Mouse cocks his head to the side. “Why won’t you bring someone?”
Jase wags his eyebrows. “Keepin’ my options open.”
Smiling, Mouse shakes his head. “Well, Sarah and I will be there. I’ve been wanting to introduce her to everyone anyways.” Outnumbered and annoyed, I pick up a wrench and start working on putting a new part on the motor. Not knowing when to shut the fuck up, Mouse keeps talking. “I’m glad you worked shit out with Laynie.” Jesus. The man is asking for a fist in the face. “I think she’s good for you.”
Standing from my crouch on the floor, I stalk over to Mouse, gathering his t-shirt in my fist as I pull him off his feet. “You gonna put your fuckin’ pussy away and come fix this bike or what?”
Eyes wide, he nods.
“Good.” I drop him, walking back to the bike, the sound of Jase’s laughter rings through the garage. Bastard.
My pulse is racing as we walk up to the entrance to The Pig’s Ear. I’ve never been to a bar before, but I’ve been looking forward to tonight all week. Stopping, I ask Travis for the third time, “How do I look?”
He growls and comes to a stop, pulling my body into his. “For the third fuckin’ time, you look sexy as hell. Relax.”
I smile widely, bouncing on the tips of my toes. “I can’t! I’m excited!”
“Fuckin’ nut,” he mutters as he brushes his lips against mine. He sighs. “Let’s do this.”
Grinning, I follow Travis, our hands clasped tightly together as we walk into the bar. It’s a little nerve-wracking being out in public without Dexter, but I can tell that it means a lot to Travis that I trust him to guide me. Dexter deserves the night off anyway.
The noise of the people and the music hits me as soon as the door opens. The place is packed. Together, we maneuver through the crowd. The combined smells of alcohol and perfume make my nose twitch.
“Laynie! Tease! Over here!” Charlotte. My heart warms, hearing her sound just as excited as I feel.
Travis slows and places my hand on the back of a tall chair, a clear indication for me to sit. I climb up on the stool and smooth down my short skirt just as a pair of arms wrap themselves around me.
“Oh, I’m so glad you made him bring you!” Charlotte squeals in my ear.
I hug her back. “I didn’t give him a choice.” Pulling back, I wink and grin.
I hear a couple of chuckles from close by and tilt my head slightly. “So, who’s here?”
“Right!” Charlotte leans in closer. “Tease is behind you. On your left side is Reaper, then Jase, then Mouse and Sarah, then back around to Ryker and me!”
Waving, I grin. “Hi everyone.”
After a round of grunts, heys and hey Barbie’s, everyone goes back to their conversations. “What are you drinkin’?” Travis asks from behind me.
I turn in my chair and smile at him. “Wine?”
He scoffs. “Not here you’re not. They serve beer and hard shit. Take your pick.”
Not happy with that, I stick out my lower lip in a mock pout and turn toward Charlotte. “What are you having, Charlotte?”
“It’s Charlie, and I’m drinking rye and ginger. It takes some getting used to, but it’s good!”
Turning back to Travis, I nod. “I’ll have what she’s having.”
“Jesus,” he mutters as he moves away.
Ignoring him and his party pooper tendencies, I turn to my left, anxious to get to know Travis’s friends. “Reaper was it?”
“Yeah.” His voice is full of grit and gravel. He sounds sexy.
“I’m assuming that’s not your real name?”
“You’d be right.”
Wow. Obviously, Reaper is not the chatty type.
I turn and face in the direction I think Mouse is. “Hi, Mouse!”
“Hey, Laynie,” he answers, voice full of affection. “Meet my girl, Sarah.”
I smile. “Hi, Sarah. I hear congratulations are in order.”
Her voice is full of excitement when she answers. “Yes. We’re getting married and having a baby.”
Surprised, I hold out my hand across the table and smile again. “I heard about the baby, but not about the wedding! That’s wonderful. May I feel your ring?”
After she places her hand in mine, I run my thumb across the tiny diamond. “He says he’ll get me a bigger one when we can afford it.” She sounds embarrassed.
“No! Don’t do that!” I squeeze her hand. “It’s perfect the way it is! It’s a symbol of the beginning for you both. Don’t change it.”
She squeezes back, warmth in her voice. “Thanks.”
I pull back and tilt my head again. “Nice to see you again, Jase.”
“You too, Barbie.”
Travis returns at that moment with my drink. I take a sip, coughing a little at the strong aftertaste, but decide instantly that Charlie’s right. It’s delicious. As a group, we sit at our table for hours drinking and laughing and carrying on our separate conversations. Every once in a while, women approach our table, trying to engage Reaper or Jase in conversation. Reaper blows them off rudely while Jase seems to revel in it, though, I notice he never leaves with any of them.
The drinks go down easily, and as the men talk, Sarah, Charlie and I form a new friendship. Sarah is shy and sweet, and obviously in love with Mouse. Charlie is kind and fun to hang out with. My belly aches from the laughter we share as the night wears on.
One of the ladies from Charlie’s work shows up at our table, there for a night out with her friends. Her name is Ellen, and though she doesn’t stick around long, she invites me and the other two ladies out for a night on the town. Excitement overwhelms me. I’m finally making friends, and for the first time in a long time, I feel like I fit in.
As she walks away, Jase leans in between Charlie and me. “No matter how many times I see it, that ass never fails to get me hard.”
Ryker growls. “You mind not talkin’ to my old lady about your fuckin’ dick, asshole?”
Jase laughs. “I can’t help it! That bitch is hot.”
“Jase,” Charlie says. “Not her. She’s my friend, and you can’t play her like that. She’s a good person.”
“I ain’t fuckin’ playin’! That ass drives me wild!”
Charlie laughs. “Well, that may be, but you need to leave that ass alone.”
“Whatever,” he mutters as walks away, followed by the sounds of our laughter.
“He’s such a dog.” Charlie laughs. “Good thing I love him.” I hear the ice in her glass clinking against the side, and then she slams it down on the table. “All right girl, let’s dance!”
Biting the inside of my lip, I freeze. “Um … I think I’ll pass.”
“What?” she cries. “Why?”
“I don’t want to step on anyone.”
“Oh, please! You weigh like a hundred pounds. Besides, the place has died down a lot. Hardly anyone is out there now.” She tugs on my arm. “Come on! It’ll be fun!”
Unable to resist her enthusiasm, I stand on wobbly legs. Yep. I’m drunk.
Travis grabs my hand as Charlie grabs my other and starts to pull me toward the dance floor. “You sure?”
I wink at him. “I’ll be OK.”
Charlie leads me onto the floor where the heat of the lights makes a sweat break out across my brow. Holding onto both of my hands, I feel the sway of her arms and know she’s dancing. “Just move, Laynie.”
Nodding, I close my eyes and let my body sway to the music. After a minute, I let go of Charlie’s hands, raising my arms high in the air as I swirl my hips in slow sensual circles. I love to dance; I’ve just never done it in front of anyone in a very long time.
With each song, the sweat grows heavier at the nape of my neck as we bounce and sway and gyrate to the music. I feel sexy and invincible on that dance floor. The whole world fades, except for me and the music.
Strong arms wrap around my waist from behind, the smell of leather surrounding me. “Time to go, babe.”
I grind my ass back into him as I dance. “I don’t want to go yet.”
His arms tighten, his fingertips going inside my shirt to stroke the skin on my belly. “Been watching you dance like this for an hour, Laynie. Can’t take it anymore.” He grinds his hips into mine, letting me feel his hard length against my ass.
My clit pulses as I grin. “Bye, Charlie!”
I hear her giggle as he pulls me out of the bar.
IT’S LATE THE NEXT night when I get to Laynie’s apartment. I’ve had a shit day and crawling into bed beside her while she sleeps makes all that shit just drift away – well, most of it, anyways. I need to find a way to tell Laynie more about what’s going on with the club and explain to her why she’s going to have Mouse following her ass around for the next little while. It’s not a conversation I look forward to.
Pushing all that shit to the side, I curl into her back and drag her body tightly into mine, spooning her. My cock wakes right up, hardening when he finds himself nestled right into the crack of her perfectly-formed ass. Fuck me. She’s fucking naked – always full of surprises. I don’t know if I’ll ever get enough of them.
Waking slowly, she inhales and snuggles her body back into me and whispers. “Hi.”
“Hi.”
“I missed you today.”
I say nothing as I wrap my arms around her and squeeze her tight, kissing her lightly on the shoulder.
Rolling her hips, she grinds her ass slowly against my cock. “I really missed you.”
Need washes over me. Sliding my palm up her belly, I cup her breast, pinching her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. She gasps and groans softly. Reaching behind me to grip my ass, she pulls me into her as she continues to grind against me slowly.
My palm glides down her belly, feeling her silky smooth skin against the rough callouses on my hand. Reaching her center, I slide my finger down and press against the tiny bud of nerves. She whimpers softly, pressing herself into me as tight as she can while her body trembles with excitement. “Please,” she whispers.
I slide my finger down farther — collecting her juices – and slide it back up to her clit, circling it slowly. She moans, reaching up and pinching her own nipples tightly. “Please, Travis.” Her head tilts back, her teeth clamped down tightly on her bottom lip. I can’t take my fucking eyes off her. She looks so fucking sexy like that, riding my hand, touching her own breasts and begging for me.
I work my finger faster, needing to get her there because I need to be inside of her more than I need to breathe. When her finger slides down over my own, I almost lose it. Her other hand comes up and reaches back, sliding up the back of my head, pulling my face down to hers.
Our mouths mash together in a frenzy, tongues tangling together while we writhe on the bed. She continues to rub her clit while I thrust first one, then a second finger deep inside of her. She cries out, teeth clamping onto my lower lip while her orgasm consumes her.
Reaching down, I position my throbbing cock at her entrance and drive up inside of her. She cries out again, her muscles clamping down on my dick with her orgasm. “You fuckin’ feel that, Laynie?”
I pound into her, the pleasure taking over my own body. Laynie pants and screams with each of my thrusts, reaching back and digging her fingernails into my ass. “Yes!” she cries.
Knowing this isn’t going to last very fucking long if I stay in this position, I pull out and flip her to her belly. Grabbing her hips, I drag her up so her ass is pulled high in the air. Slamming inside, I grit my teeth. “That’s me fuckin’ owning you. You’re mine, Laynie.”
“I am,” she pants. “I’m yours, baby.”
I lose myself to her, the sounds of her cries tattooing themselves on my brain. Lost to the pleasure of being inside Laynie, I’m not thinking when I bring my hand down on her ass with a loud smack.
She freezes beneath me, bringing me out of my fog. “Oh fuck. Laynie … fuck! I’m so sorry.”
“Do it again,” she breathes.
“What?”
“Do it again.”
Unsure if she really means it, I raise my hand and bring it down on her smooth skin once more, lightly.
She growls. “I said fucking do it again, Travis!”
Raising my hand once more, I bring it down with a loud smack. Her pussy tightens, and she moans, rocking her hips back into me. Fuck. This woman is fucking incredible.
Grabbing her by the hips, I thrust into her again, grinding my hips into her ass with each thrust. I bring my hand up and slap her ass once more. She growls and thrusts back onto me, nearly knocking me back onto my ass. She’s fucking magnificent.
“Mine,” I growl as my orgasm tears through me then, my entire body trembling. Slowing my thrusts, I slide my hand up her back to the nape of her neck where I grab her hair and pull her up so her back is pressed against my chest.
Taking her mouth with my own, I kiss her, hoping she can feel what I feel for her in that kiss, because I want her to know but have no idea how to tell her.
Travis settles on the bed, and I follow him, nestling into the crook of his arm and resting my head on his chest as we both attempt to catch our breath.
“Wow,” I whisper, trying to wrap my head around what had just happened.
He chuckles. “Fuck yeah.”
I smile, planting a kiss on his pec. We lie in silence: me stroking the skin of his chest with my thumb, him playing with my hair. I can’t believe we’re finally here, lying like this, together – and happy. I know we still have a long way to go, and I still have a lot to learn about Travis, but hearing him declare me as “mine” was it for me. I am his, and I want to stay that way.
“Laynie?”
His voice pulls me from my thoughts. “Hmmm?”
“We gotta talk.”
His gruff voice is filled with apprehension, crashing the wave of contentment I was riding to pieces. “OK.”
“Remember I told you the club was dealin’ with some shit right now?”
I think back. “Yeah. You said it was done.”
His hand goes back to sifting through my hair once more. “Well, it’s not.” He sighs. “Look, it’s a long fuckin’ story, and I’ll tell you … eventually. What you need to know now is, we have another club and a pretty pissed off street gang looking to put an end to the Kings.”
I freeze, fear and anger making my blood boil. “Are these the same people who ran us off the road?”
He squeezes me tightly to him. “The very same. It’s not safe for us right now, but we’re aware, and we’re watching. I’m not worried about that.” Gripping my chin between his thumb and forefinger, he tips my head back so he can see my face. “But I am worried about you.”
Fighting back the urge to roll my eyes, I reach forward and aim for his mouth, giving him a brush of my lips. “Don’t you worry about me, honey. I can take care of myself.”
He squeezes my chin. “Not against two pissed off gangs you can’t. These are bad people, Laynie. Very bad. They don’t want to hurt you. They want to kill you – because of me.”
Shit. That sounds serious. “Maybe we can go to Daniel?”
“Fuck, no!” he growls.
I prop myself up on my elbow. “Why not? I mean, he’s a cop, right? He can help.”
He groans. “Babe, I’m gonna let you in on a little secret. Bikers and cops don’t get along.”
“Yeah, but if it’s about me he can keep his mouth shut, and he can help take care of the problem.”
“We go to the cops, a lot of us will end up in jail. We’re not exactly upstanding citizens, Laynie.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means we do a lot of shit that’s not exactly legal, and the cops would love to get their hands on us.”
My eyes narrow. “You know, I think I’m ready to hear at least part of that long story now. I can’t wait for eventually. What does your club do that the cops could put you in jail for?”
He doesn’t answer me. I wait, praying that he will trust me with this – that he trusts me enough to tell me something so big.
