by Kim Jones
“I understand. This is what you need to do and I respect that. All I ask is that you be careful and come back home to me. In one piece,” I added, watching as his eyebrows shot to his hairline. Clearly, he wasn’t expecting that kind of response.
“That’s it?” He asked, staring at me, with his face twisted in confusion.
“Do you want me to bitch and raise hell? Do you want me to cry and beg you to stay?” He was pissing me off with his need to have a negative reaction.
“No, I just assumed you would handle it a little differently.” He still looked as if he couldn’t quite believe I had taken the news so well. One step forward, five steps back.
“Do I want you to go? No. But, your club needs you and I respect that. So, either we can spend the next hour arguing about me not begging you to stay, or you can join me in the shower and fuck me like you are never coming back.” Luke was off the bed and pulling me behind him as soon as the words left my mouth. Well, that worked. I was stripped, he was stripped and we were standing under a stream of hot water in record time. I barely felt the water on my skin before I was pushed up against the cold tiles and Luke’s mouth was on mine to quiet my shocked gasp.
“I love you,” Luke panted, taking my breasts roughly in his hands as he ground his hips into me. “I love you so fucking much.” His need was powerful and contagious, and suddenly I couldn’t get enough of him either. My fingers clawed at his back, bringing him closer to me, as I kissed him desperately, our tongues swirling together in a deep, passionate, untamed kiss that fueled our desire for one another further. “Fuck this,” Luke said, pulling my bottom lip between his teeth, before plunging his tongue back into my mouth. My tongue met his greedily, punishing him for the seconds of time he was gone. Luke pushed the shower door open using his ass and backed out with me still attached to his mouth. He sat on the floor, pulling me with him and laid back, forcing me to straddle his hips. I moved my hips over his length, my wetness lubricating him as I rubbed my pussy over his cock, teasing my clit with each measured stroke. His hands gripped my hips, his fingers digging deep into my skin, causing a thrilling pain to climb up my sides. I lifted my body over him, tired of the distance between us, and positioned him at my entrance. I sank down onto him, feeling a wave of pure bliss, as he filled me completely. Our moans echoed throughout the bathroom, as I contracted my muscles around him, taking a moment to enjoy the pleasure of him being inside me. “Move, babe. You have to move,” Luke gasped between his teeth. I relaxed my muscles, releasing the tight hold I had on him, and began to move up and down slowly. He watched as he slid in and out of me at a leisurely pace. I loved the feeling of control when I was on top. I knew it wouldn’t last long by the feel of Luke’s grip tightening on my hips. He hated not being able to control what I was doing. I stood suddenly, smiling at the look of confusion on his face and turned. I lowered myself on to him, using his legs for leverage. I began riding him, letting my ass do all the work as I kept my back arched and my head turned slightly to see him. I felt his hands grip my ass and his eyes got that sexy, lazy look as he watched my ass bounce up and down on his massive length over and over.
“Fuck, baby, you got a fine ass,” Luke said through his teeth. I suddenly felt somewhat self-conscious of myself, due to lack of exercise and the fact that I had not been taking care of my body the past few weeks, as I once had. I used to visit the gym regularly, but with Luke, there was little time to spare. When I noticed the way Luke looked at me, full of need, want, and desire, it gave my self-esteem a boost, and I was no longer worried about what I thought of my body. If he thought I was fine, then that’s all that mattered. His words fueled me, filling me with the desire to please him further. I picked up the pace, leaning forward slightly and arching my back, working my hips harder and taking him deeper. Luke sat up, pushing me forward only to grab my hips and slam me back on to him. I was no longer in control as Luke pushed and pulled my body, slamming me so hard onto him that I cried out. His legs disappeared from under me and my hands were forced to splay flat on the tiled floor as he positioned himself behind me on his knees and drove into me hard. I threw my head back, my damp hair a wild mess as it lay on my back. He grabbed it, wrapping the long strands around his hand and pulled. My head jerked back and I felt my forehead tighten as he pulled harder, sending an excited thrill that ran from the top of my head all the way to my soaking wet pussy. He slammed in and out of me, mercilessly. The feeling of him pushing deep inside me, hitting that sweet spot that made my toes curl, mixed with the blissful pain from my scalp, had me clawing at the bathroom floor, as I moaned in ecstasy. Nothing could ever feel better than this. I had never experienced something so powerful. No one could push me to my limits, or bring me to that thrilling destination of euphoria like Luke could. I never wanted him to leave me. I never wanted him to not be inside me. I wanted to glue myself to him and have that overwhelming feeling of completeness all the time. I wanted him to make love to me again, and again, and again, until we both passed out from exhaustion; only to wake up to him inside me, taking me, owning me once more. I wanted fatigue to be the only reason we stopped, and even then I wanted to lie on top of his body, covered in sweat, and listen to his heart beat through his chest. I knew my thoughts were not rational. I knew what I wanted was impossible, and I was in a delirious state, as a result of my sex-driven fantasies, but right now, in this moment on the bathroom floor, I couldn’t give less of a fuck about anything, but him and me and this beautiful, seventh heaven we had created.
“Come, Dallas. I want to feel you come. Right. Fucking. Now.” Luke demanded, enforcing each word with a hard thrust that had my knees trembling. With my hair wrapped around his fist, my head pulled back and positioned to look at him, and his cock constantly working that delectable spot deep inside me, I came hard. My cries faltered as he pumped into me. He released my hair from his grip and my head dropped, my body slumping immediately. I felt Luke pull out of me just before my back was graced with the feeling of his warm release. What I once thought would be disgusting was actually soothing as Luke’s hands rubbed the results of his orgasm across my back as his large fist milked every last drop from him. “I already miss you,” he said quietly, his voice barely audible over my harsh breathing, and the sound of the shower. The steam from the hot water had engulfed the room, making it harder to catch my breath. I didn’t want to think about Luke leaving. I still wanted to dwell in the serenity of the moment. I was pulled from the floor, and stood on my feet as Luke gathered me into his arms. He held me a moment, before leading me into the shower. Now that our session of intimacy was over, it was back to the real world and questions filled my brain as I laced my fingers through my hair, massaging the soreness from my scalp.
“How long are you going to be gone?” I asked, my eyes taking Luke in, as he soaped his body from head to toe. He looked to be in a hurry, but patiently waited while I soaked my hair completely, before stepping aside to let him under the hot spray of water.
“I don’t know. I’ll learn more when I get over there,” he said, rinsing his body before grabbing my shoulders and turning me, so he could wash the remnants of his release off my back.
“Who else is going?” Surely he wouldn’t go by himself.
“Me, Regg and Marty, but Crash and Kev will be in the area, just not with us. The others will stay here.”
“Don’t they have jobs?” I couldn’t see him, but I was sure he was smirking. I could tell by the small laugh he let out through his nose.
“Their boss will understand.” I turned around to see Luke smirking, as I assumed, and asked him the unspoken question with my eyes.
“They work for me, babe. At Carmical Construction and The Country Tavern,” he said, proceeding to soap the front of my body as I stood there, wondering what to say to that.
“Isn’t that a little weird? I mean, doesn’t that cause conflict?”
“The club has part ownership in the bar and the construction business is booming right now, so it pays pr
etty well.”
“But what if they wanted to do something else? Like, what if they wanted to work in the oilfield, or be a doctor or something? Is it mandatory that they quit their jobs when they become members?” I had never heard of a club working for their president’s business or running a business themselves. But, then again, I didn’t know anything about clubs until I met Luke.
“It’s a free country, babe. They can do whatever they want, but why would they when they can do something they love in a business that benefits the club and allows them more freedom, more time to ride, and more time with their families? They don’t all work for me, but the majority of them do.” Well, when you say it like that, I guess it makes sense. But I wanted to know more.
“Explain, please,” I said, focusing on Luke’s face, as his skilled hands ran the length of my arms and down my sides.
“Regg is good with people. He helps with getting new contracts for the construction company. Worm used to drive a delivery truck, and is good with inventories. He handles all the beer and liquor orders for the bar. Tiny is our security guy, not only for the club, but the bar as well. He is over the bouncers, including their hiring and firing. Coon is good with money. So, he is the treasurer of the club and handles all the finances, which is pretty much a full-time job in itself. Marty, Boss Hogg, Scratch, and Bear are mechanics and keep our shit running. Trust me, there is always a bike that needs to be worked on, or an ol’ lady’s car, or a piece of construction equipment. Kev was the manager of a grocery store for years. He keeps the books on the bar, making sure we keep a good profit margin going. Octane is in the military. He has already been deployed four times, but works down at Camp Shelby full-time. He is a drill instructor and loves it. That’s one of the reasons he isn’t going, but if I needed him to, I know he would do whatever he could to make it happen.”
“What is the other reason?” I asked, cutting him off.
“He has four kids,” he said, simply. I didn’t know if I should take that as meaning that something could happen and he didn’t want to leave four kids fatherless, or that Juggs, Octane’s wife, needed him at home.
“What about Crash and Buck?” I pushed the thoughts of Juggs being a single mother to four to the back of my mind, and concentrated on finishing our conversation. I didn’t want to visit the dark place that housed all the “what ifs” in my mind. At least, not right now, anyway. Luke laughed a humorless laugh, and shook his head. Crash and Buck were young. Crash couldn’t be much older than twenty-one or twenty-two, and Buck was twenty-five at the oldest.
“Well, let’s see. Buck is a firefighter. He works forty-eight hours on, then seventy-two off, but has a pretty flexible schedule. Crash is a firefighter too, but he works a day shift of eight to five for a petroleum tank farm.” I was missing the joke that was obviously there. There wasn’t anything funny about being a firefighter. Hell, I thought it was a very admirable profession.
“How is that funny?” I asked, smiling, when Luke shook his head and smiled too.
“I lost a bet, so not only are they firefighters, they are also in charge of hiring the waiting staff at the bar.” Luke laughed to himself as he turned the water off, and ushered us out of the shower. I remembered the bartender at The County Tavern that had waited on me was a man, but there had been a lot of women in miniskirts and tight tops that barely covered their chests running around with shot trays and baskets of roses.
“What was the bet?” I asked, laughing with Luke at the thought of the two guys getting one over on him. Luke didn’t seem like the type of guy who would bet unless he was certain he could win.
“Not gonna happen, babe,” he said, throwing a towel at me, and wrapping one around his own waist. “I got a few things to handle before I leave. Get dressed and I’ll see you in a little while.” He placed a quick kiss on my lips, and was gone.
I was dressed for business in a pair of black, wide-leg trouser pants, a black silk top, and my gold Prada heels to match my gold belt, bangles, and earrings. My hair was secured in a loose bun at the back of my neck and loose tendrils framed my face. My destination was Knox Companies and my goal was to resume my position as CEO. I needed an escape. I needed a distraction, and I was sure there was enough shit there to keep my attention for as long as Luke was gone. A commotion in the other room had me forgetting my appearance, and seeking out the voices I heard. I opened the door a crack, and although I couldn’t see their faces, there was no mistaking Luke and Red’s voices.
“I didn’t say anything, Luke!” Red screeched, in an attempt to cover her ass.
“Yes, you did, but just enough to make her want more, then you shut her down like it was information that was only good enough for your ears. Stop trying to intimidate her. Just because Regg shares shit with you doesn’t mean you can use it against others.” Luke’s voice was so strong and demanding that I actually felt bad for Red.
“I’m not trying to intimidate her. I was just preparing her for your news, because I knew it would come later than it really should. I thought if I let her know something was fixing to happen, she would bug the shit outta you until you gave it up.”
“It is not your fucking place to decide when I tell my fucking business to my fucking girl.”
“Oh, but it was my fucking place to inform her of how you followed her around for years and used your knowledge to persuade her to let you into her pants!”
“Enough!” I jumped at Luke’s roar and felt my own self shrink at his deafening tone. I was sure Red was now a victim of Luke’s death glare, and I silently willed her to shut her mouth. “I asked you to break the news to her, because I couldn’t do it. I needed you to do that for me and you agreed. Not because you were supposed to, or because it was your job, but because you wanted to. Isn’t that what you told me when I decided it was my place to tell her? You practically fucking begged me to let you do it. Why, Red? So you could watch her fall apart? What, do you get some sick satisfaction out of hurting people? From now on, you keep your mouth shut. If Regg shares something with you, you better take it for what it is; a privilege. He trusts you with that shit and has to vent to someone. That’s why you are here. To support this club and my brother. That’s the only fucking reason. You don’t wear a cut. You won’t ever wear a cut, and if I hear you leaking club information again, I’ll cut that fucking ol’ lady patch off your ass and burn it right in front of you. Loose lips sink ships, Red. Don’t make your ol’ man pay for your mistakes. I would hate to lose a brother ‘cause his woman don’t know her fucking place.” I pushed the door closed at the sound of Luke’s feet, and rushed back to the bathroom. I leaned against the counter, letting it support my weight as I let their conversation play over and over in my head. Was Red out to get me? Did she want to see me fail? I looked at my reflection one last time, before I pushed off the counter and let out a deep breath. I needed a drink.
Chapter 6
Red
I had been standing in the living room for what seemed like hours, staring at my feet and feeling like shit. I had just been subjected to an all-out LLC wrath; not my first and probably not my last. But this one was different. This time, I didn’t have a leg to stand on. I couldn’t blame Dallas for ratting me out. Hell, I expected it. What I wasn’t expecting was for Luke to lose his shit on me. Thank God, Regg had already left and wasn’t around to hear it. It was bad enough having Luke up my ass, the last thing I needed was trust issues with Regg. I heard Luke’s bedroom door shut, and knew that the next face I saw would be Dallas’. I was sure she had heard everything. She came into view looking fucking stunning as always, and met me with a hurtful look that was like a punch to the gut.
“I told you that because I wanted you to ask Luke what was going on. I didn’t want the club to suffer because he was too chicken-shit to open his mouth. When it comes to you, he doesn’t think straight. It’s like he only sees you. Not what’s going on around him. Not what’s happening in the near future, or what happened in the past; only you.” There was no poi
nt in sugar-coating anything. She needed to know. “If I hurt your feelings or embarrassed you, I apologize. That was not my intention. I am not an idiot, ya know? I’m fully aware that I’m not a patch-holder, but sometimes ol’ ladies see things the guys don’t. Especially when it comes to women. Had I not acted the way I did last night, you would not have confronted Luke. If you hadn’t, then he would still be trying to find a way to tell you he was leaving, and in turn he would be prolonging the ride, and putting his brothers at risk. He needs to be in Lake Charles. Not here with you.” Maybe I was being a little too bold with that. I probably shouldn’t have made it sound like Luke didn’t know what the fuck he was doing, but it was the best way I could explain it. I watched as Dallas approached me. Her face was unreadable when she stopped only inches away from me. Even though she had to look up at me, it was me who felt intimidated.
“Luke is a grown man. He handles his club and his woman just fine. Stop trying to run shit, Red. Just because he doesn’t do things the way you think he should, doesn’t mean it’s wrong. Shame on you for accusing your brother, the leader of this club, the man who you trust with your husband’s life, of not thinking clearly because of a bitch. I’m not an idiot either. I know my place and it’s always behind Luke. I suggest you find yours. Until you do, you better follow Luke’s advice and stay the fuck out of our business and the club’s business.” Dallas walked off, leaving my hand twitching to slap the make-up right off her face. She was right and I knew it. I guess I had that coming. I knew Luke would never intentionally put the club or his brothers in jeopardy. I knew he wouldn’t let a bitch, not even one as fine as Dallas, come between him and his club. I had let the stress of the past few weeks finally get to me. Where Dallas broke down and cried, I vented by acting like a bitch. Just the thought of Regg being gone for another undetermined amount of time had me blaming Luke for his absence. I needed Regg. I had become so dependent on him. He was my addiction. Even the high I used to get from cocaine back when I was at my worst had nothing on the high I got from Regg. I had let an addiction take over my life once again, and it had me lashing out at the ones I loved. I felt my demons resurfacing, and making me do shit I would regret. Thank fuck for Luke and Dallas, who had brought me back down to earth. Every ol’ lady, at some point, had to be put in her place. Today must have been my lucky fucking day.
