Turning Point: BBW Motorcycle Club Erotic Romance

by Harmony Raines

  She didn’t even reply, sagging back against the pillow as she heard the front door shut behind him.

  Looking at the clock, she saw it was nearly eleven; she would have to phone Bernard and tell him she wouldn’t be in. While she was at it, she would let him know she planned to leave. Her mind was made up, this part of her life needed to end; she wanted a fresh start somewhere else.

  “You shouldn’t be so hasty about your brother.” The voice was inside her apartment, and a shadow fell across her bedroom floor.

  Faith felt the blood rush from her head, making her feel faint, the shock almost too much. Looking around for a way to defend herself, she came up with nothing. Hopelessness smothered her like a blanket, and then she breathed out in relief. It wasn’t Rob standing in her bedroom. It was Snake.

  “I’ll tell you the same thing as I told him. Get out.”

  He looked taken aback by her words. She guessed not many women spoken to him like that. Well she didn't care; she wanted nothing to do with any of them. He might have come to save her, but it was only because she was his property.

  “I don’t understand,” Snake said coming towards her.

  “I’ve had it with you all. Just because I’m not skinny and pretty does not mean you can treat me like trash.”

  “Faith, I really thought there was a connection between us.”

  She was unsure what he meant. In her head, she still believed he had planned to leave her in his whorehouse. “I heard what you said to Crag”

  “What I said...? Oh. I thought you had set me up. Another way for the Castaways to do damage to my reputation.”

  “No. I have nothing to do with them. I only put the jacket in your office because Rob and Stan asked me to. I had no idea what I was doing. What it meant.”

  “I know, Stan confessed everything. The question is, would you do it all again, knowing the consequences of your actions?”

  Her body, despite her pain, responded to that hidden meaning in his words. She was sure he was thinking back to that first night, when he had taken her so forcefully, so publicly. Her face flushed, her cheeks pink as she remembered the touch of his hands on her body. The way he had stretched her with his wonderful cock.

  Did she regret it?

  “It doesn’t matter,” she said, finding the strength from somewhere deep inside, to stay true to her decision to leave. “I am not willing to play games any more. To be used by you, or my brother.”

  The pain on his face was clear; he made no attempt to hide his feelings. “Faith, this is not a game to me. None of it is. Even that first night, I had to prove myself worthy of being the President of the club. And if I hadn’t, I wouldn’t have found out how much I want you.”

  “And what happens when you tire of me? Will you act like the President then, or like a human being?”

  “Being President doesn’t make me a bad person.”

  “What about your whores? Is that what I’ll become when you tire of me?”

  “So that’s what you think of me? No wonder you ran.”

  “You left me.”

  “I went to talk to Crag. To find out what news he had on whoever put you up to that stupid stunt. I needed to know if I could trust you. For all I knew you were playing me. The Cult Castaways are always trying to undermine us; they were once part of us. Now we’re enemies.”

  “Do you think if they were trying to trap you in some way they would have sent someone like me?”

  Snake dragged his hand through his hair, and for the first time she noticed how tired and haggard he looked. Was that through worry for her? She shook it off, knowing it would only weaken her resolve.

  “Faith, please, what can I do to make you believe me?”

  “Let me go.” The words left her mouth, but she didn’t believe in them, and she didn’t want him to ever let go of her again. She wanted him to fight for her. To want her so much that he would beg her to stay. Her feelings were so conflicting, it tore her up inside. So it was no relief when he answered.

  “If that’s really what you want, then you have my word I won’t stop you.”

  “Thank you,” Faith answered, her eyes devouring his image, trying to imprint it on her brain.

  “Will you do one thing for me first though?”

  “What?” Here it was, the catch.

  “I want you. One last time.”

  Faith swallowed nervously. It was kind of funny that he wanted his own lasting impression of her. The worse thing was that even though she knew she should say no, she couldn’t. The offer was too irresistible to her. Her need for him much too strong.

  “One last time, and then you’ll let me go?”

  He nodded, and was beside her on the bed before she had a chance to change her mind. His lips on hers drowned out any chance of her saying no, but she did not intend to do so anyway. She wanted this, with a burning desire she could never deny.

  The knowledge that it would make leaving him harder did nothing to stop the flickering flame of arousal from building into an inferno, which promised to consume her completely. After this was over, when they were both spent, then she would begin to rebuild her resolve, but for now there was only passion.

  Snake’s hand found its way under her nightshirt, and she wondered for the first time if it had been he who had undressed her and put her to bed. It wasn’t something her brother would do, god forbid. However, as he lifted her shirt and pulled it off over her head, she considered just how much he did care about her, and whether she was making the biggest mistake of her life by leaving him.

  Then his mouth claimed her nipple, his tongue rolling over it, and his teeth grazing the sensitive bud. Wrapping her arms around him she pulled him closer, cradling his head while his mouth drove her to distraction. Her sex ached to feel the fullness of him inside her. Part of her knew sex would never be this good again, that no man like Snake would ever want her in this way again.

  Breaking off from her lush breasts, he moved down lower, his breath on her thighs as he parted them. Then she gasped, his mouth covered her mound, his tongue flicking out to lick her clit. She fisted his hair, unable to control herself, her knees lifting off the bed to leverage her bottom up so she could push harder into his face. Snake nipped her playfully, making her clit throb, her sex swollen and full with her arousal. His thick fingers pushed into her, plundering her sex while his mouth took her to new heights.

  It was impossible to keep still, the touch of him almost agony. Her mind filled with the need for him to stop, coupled with the dread that he might not finish what he had started. Her orgasm was so close, he had driven her there quickly, his touch expertly in tune with her aroused body.

  Then she came, the sensations sweeping over her. Her voice pained as she cried out his name. In that one moment she realised how much she was going to be giving up. Her courage was in danger of failing, but she had to stand firm. As her orgasm filled her body with tension, she battled herself to keep from telling him she was his forever. The words must never be spoken. She couldn’t belong to him. Not freely and without hesitation. Not yet.

  Her body was still in the afterglow of her orgasm when he produced a condom, fitting it quickly. Then he mounted her, lifting her legs and pressing them down towards the bed, exposing her sex to him. He pushed a finger inside her, massaging her sex, finding the sweet spot inside her that made her go wild. All the time he watched her face, taking in everything about her. When he knew she was close to coming her stopped, and pressed his cock into her instead.

  Once more, she was overtaken by the length and girth of him. Her back arched as she took him inside fully, in one swift movement he was buried to the hilt. Snake stopped, his body still, as it covered her, his weight on his elbows. Reaching up she kissed his chest, her tongue curling around his nipples, her hands sliding over his smooth shoulders. Tears pricked her eyes.

  “Don’t go,” he whispered.

  When she didn’t answer, he lowered his head and kissed her lips, his hand cupping her face.
Gently he moved, his body finding that rhythm she loved so much, the one that took her soaring above the crap her life contained. Joined with him like this she was a different person, they were both different. The sum of their lives made more than when they were apart.

  Yet Faith was a realist, and knew this was only the effect of his body inside hers, that in the cold light of day there was nothing for them. He was in command of the Dread Cult MC’s, and she was a girl who worked in a grocery store.

  Slowly he took her, his hands stroking her body, savouring her flesh, his mouth tasting her. For the first time she felt as though she really did mean something to him, in a way his words had never before convinced her. Damn him for that.

  Snake

  He couldn't get enough of her, if this was the last time he would take her, then he wanted it to last forever. She must be some kind of witch to have cast this spell on him; no woman had ever done it before. As his lips kissed that tattoo he’d had put on her, he became resigned to the fact that she might be the one branded, but he was the one who was no longer free.

  She didn’t even know it. Couldn’t see it for what it was, and he couldn’t blame her. In Faith’s eyes, all men used her and then cast her aside. If he could get his hands on that son of a bitch Rob, he would kill him with his bare hands.

  His fists clenched, and the tenderness of the moment passed, he thrust hard into her, channelling his anger into making Faith come hard. He felt the first tremors pass through her, and took her swiftly to a knee trembling orgasm. Jerking into her, he filled the condom, and still he kept on, making her come again, and for a third time, if he wasn’t mistaken.

  She would remember this for a long time. He took her so hard, in the grip of his wild orgasm; he knew she would feel it for days. A reminder of him, for every waking hour. Some vain hope it would be enough to make her stay.

  Once his climax had passed, he pulled out of her. Without a word, he got up and left. He couldn’t say goodbye, and he couldn’t beg her to stay. His only consolation was the sound of her sobbing when he let himself out. It was the only thing that gave him hope. The only sign of weakness he had seen in her since she had decided to leave.

  During their lovemaking, Snake had figured out a way to channel his pent up rage. The blame for all this lay with the Cult Castaways. It was their Prospect that had come into his hangout. Rob was their responsibility, and so they would take the punishment. He had to show his brothers he was strong. And they had been thirsting for blood for some months now. The club rivalry had come close to war for some time, yet Snake had always backed away from it.

  Well now, he was in the mood for violence. He would get all of his men together, and go pay them a visit.

  Chapter Ten

  Faith

  He’d gone. She could still feel the heat from his body, almost imagine he was still inside her, but Snake was no longer there. He had made her come, endless sensations filling her body, taking over her senses until she thought she would never come to her senses. It had been his way of leaving a part of him with her, a part that would ruin her for any other man. She accepted that, it had been his right, his last way of challenging her decision. And it had worked.

  The emptiness of her room, as soon as he had left, mirrored the emptiness her life now she had banished him from it. Only now did she see how much she was fooling herself that getting away from all this was the right thing to do. It was simply the cowardly thing to do.

  Her body erupted into big heaving sobs. The trauma of what Rob had put her through mixing in with the betrayal she had felt. Misguided betrayal. Snake had been trying to work out what her game was, and she could see why he was suspicious.

  She had promised to tell him, and she should have told him the truth, but she had kept it to herself. To a man such as Snake, that couldn’t be left alone. He lived by some ridiculous biker code, and she hadn’t seen how much it meant to him.

  In his world the kind of betrayal Stan and Rob had put her though simply wasn’t acceptable. Brothers stick together.

  For a long time she lay in bed, unable to process anything. She was numb, her emotions stretched too thin, and she wished she could go back to how she was before all this. To that innocent girl, but she was gone. Faith had to grow up and act like an adult.

  First, she had to decide what she was going to do. She had to phone Bernard and tell him she would not be in to work, and that took her straight to the first decision she had to make. Was she going to quit, or stay?

  Grabbing a robe, she padded out to the phone, and dialled the number of the store.

  “Hello, Bernard. I’m really sorry, but I feel terrible today, I won’t be able to make it in.” Her hoarse voice would make her story all the more believable.

  “You sound awful. So you were coming down with something yesterday. The flu?”

  “I think it might be. I don’t like to let you down, but I don’t think I’ll be in for a couple of days.”

  “No. Don’t worry, Faith. You take your time and get better. I know a couple of the girls could do with the extra hours.”

  “As long as I’m not dropping you in it,” she croaked.

  “Faith, you’ve never let me down before. Please, don’t worry.”

  “Why don’t I take that annual leave you’ve been badgering me about? If you can cover me, I’ll take the week off.”

  Bernard had been telling her to take the days she was owed, and now it fitted in perfectly. His voice brightened. “Sure, that makes sense. Have a good rest, and give me a call if you need anything.”

  “Thank you so much Bernard. I will.”

  She hung up, and slumped back into the chair. One less thing to worry about, she had bought herself some time. Now she was going to fall back into bed and sleep for a day, without thinking about her future, and certainly not about Snake.

  ***

  It was dark outside when the phone rang. She lay still for a second, not knowing whether she could be bothered to get up and answer it. If her body had ached before, that was nothing to how much it hurt now. Her throat was dry, and she doubted she could talk even if she got to it before it stopped ringing.

  Whoever it was, they were persistent. It rang and rang, irritating her already sensitive nerves. She had just decided to get up and answer it, when it stopped. Before she had a chance to slump back down it started again.

  “Shit,” she said, and moved more purposely towards it, grabbing it and whispering, “Hello.”

  “Faith.” It was Stan.

  “When I said get out, I meant out of my life. I don’t want to talk to you.”

  “Wait. I’m in trouble.”

  “I don’t want to hear it, Stan. I don’t care.”

  “You should, because they’re coming for you.”

  Her heart stopped beating for a second. When she could force words out she asked, “Who’s coming for me?”

  “The Castaways. Seems they’re pissed about what happened to Rob.”

  “What do you mean? He’s the one that tried to hurt me.”

  “They’ve been spoiling for a fight for months. They don’t care about Rob; he’s nothing to them, nothing but a reason to start a war.”

  “Then why me? I told Snake I never want to see him again, you tell them this is nothing to do with me.”

  “Castaways won't listen to me. They think I betrayed them, I’m getting out of here for a while.”

  “You’re running away. Leaving me.”

  “I’ve warned you haven’t I, what more do you want?”

  “You are such an asshole. If it wasn’t for you I would never have got mixed up in this.”

  “I am not arguing with you. It’s wasting my time. That tattoo on your shoulder says you’re Snake’s woman. That’s who you need to ask for help; you belong to him in the same way I belong to the Castaways.”

  “You don’t belong to them.”

  “Yes. I guess that’s your fault too, if you hadn’t done what Rob asked then none of this would have hap
pened.”

  “You’re blaming me!”

  “If you hadn’t done it they wouldn’t have made us Prospects,”

  “If Rob hadn’t made me do it then you wouldn’t be Prospects. Just tell them you don’t want to be in their little gang.”

  He laughed, but it contained no humour, chilling Faith to the bone. “You don’t just tell the Castaways you’ve changed your mind. Not if you want to live. And let’s face it; you never took much persuading where Rob was concerned. Thinking back on it now I bet you wished you’d never been saved from Rob.”

  “How can you think that, you saw what he did to me?”

  “A little bit of rough, that’s what girls like. You went after Rob for years, I suppose you got cold feet when he suddenly showed an interest.”

  “Showed an interest! He kidnapped me; he was going to rape me. What happened to the brother who wanted to save me, protect me?”

  “I’ll tell you what happened, he suddenly realised he had to protect his own skin first. Go to the Dread Cult. I’m leaving.”

  The line went dead, but Faith still sat with her phone to her ear, too stunned by what Stan had said, to do anything but stare into space, with her mouth open. If her decisions before had seemed hard enough, this new threat was inconceivable. A few days ago, she had been a nobody, now she was at the centre of a war between two rival motorcycle clubs.

  Her first reaction was to flee to Snake, beg him for protection. She had to acknowledge that some of that was due to the desire she harboured to simply be in his arms. There again, she could always stay in her apartment until the whole thing had blown over, if tensions were that high surely they would get it over and done with soon.

  In her mind, she pictured a gun being pulled, and Snake being shot. If that happened, she would not be able to bear it. She got up and headed for the shower; she would wash and dress before heading over to the bar. There she would find Snake, warn him, and beg him to be careful.

  Although really she wanted to beg him to take her away from here. For them both to climb on his bike and go somewhere else, to start a new life, just the two of them.