Smirking, knowingly that I’ll have her tonight at least, I mumble, “I gotta’ get back to the garage.”
Niko nods and I throw him a salute. Cain chuckles and shakes his head. Fucker knows I was just shot the fuck down and that shit doesn’t happen often or basically ever.
Usually the club whores are all over my dick.
They all call me ‘the pretty one’. I ain’t fucking pretty, but I’m damn sure better looking than these fools around here.
My hair’s nothing special, your average brown color. My man hair is at the point that it could be classified as scruff or beard. Whichever you prefer, anyhow, it’s multicolored. Sometimes it looks more blonde at first glance, others a bit red. Regardless, chicks fucking love it.
Then there are my panty droppers. Yep, women dig men with blue eyes. Not just any blue either, they have to change with the lighting. And they also need to damn near sparkle under lights, bitches love my eyes and devilish grin.
“Later.” I head towards the garage and catch Cain chuckling to himself.
I have to remember to get him back later. I throw in an extra little swagger for Avery’s sake and my brothers in front of me are all beaming. I grin back and they hit me up with fist bumps as I pass them by.
Ares slaps me on my back, gazing me over, “You hittin’ that, 2? Bitch looked at you like you were a fucking ice cream cone, brother.”
“Nah, man, but I will be later,” I divulge confidently and the brothers laugh.
“Maybe I’ll see just how dedicated she is to your cock. She might want someone a little manlier,” he chortles and I make the jack off gesture in response.
I glance back over to the truck where Avery stands next to Niko and she seems a little lost. She probably thinks she just fucked up, but I’m cool. I’ll find her later and remind her why she was so happy to see me in the first place.
Crouching down next to my bike, I check out my intake. I decide now would be the best time to finish fixing my carburetor, it’ll keep my mind occupied. I love working on my girl; it’s so relaxing. Nine times out of ten, a little grease and time to think will solve almost anything. If not, then drink a cold one and move on.
Two hours later…
My phone vibrates in my pocket. Checking it, I discover there’s some random number calling me from out of state. I hit the silence button and head to my room to clean up. I’ve got grease on my hands, arms, and shirt.
I go to turn the doorknob and hear music escaping from underneath the door. What the hell? I lean in, yep that’s music coming from my room.
Grabbing one of my pieces out of my holster, I turn the doorknob as silently as possible. Pushing on the door, I slide it open a crack and peak in. Then I gaze around the best I can without sticking my head completely inside. The radio’s on, but there’s no one in my room.
Tucking my Glock back into my holster, I walk into my room and close the door, flipping the lock. There’s a noise loud enough that I swing around quickly, wanting to get the drop on whomever is in here, first. I scan the room—bed with navy blue comforter and light blue pillows, night stand with my bottle water, alarm clock and Harley magazine, dresser with pile of loose change and my radio that is currently on—all the normal shit. Well, normal minus the radio playing “Dead and Bloated” by Stone Temple Pilots.
I keep everything tidy. I don’t care for clutter. Extra shit holds you down and makes things messy.
I’ve always lectured my sister, because she’s the opposite. Seems like Sadie keeps everything she gets her damn hands on. Speaking of, her hands are very small, since she’s just brushing five feet tall. I love giving her hell and teasing her about having to climb on the counters to reach shit.
I hear another noise and glance up. Fuck, it’s coming from the bathroom.
I catch the scent of flowery soap and realize the rooms a little steamy. It was warm outside today so I hadn’t paid any attention to the warmth in my room. Avery hasn’t been here in a while, so it didn’t cross my mind about her being here either. She’s a damn radio hog too; I should’ve guessed it was her.
The door swings open the rest of the way and out steps Avery. Her skins bare, glistening with the remaining water droplets she’s missed while drying off. Her russet locks are wrapped in a bright blue towel and she’s humming the song to herself. I take her in from top to bottom, paying special attention to my favorite parts. Her pretty, peach nipples are upturned toward the ceiling a little, thanks to her small, pert breasts that’re summoning me to touch and explore.
I gulp and it’s loud. Damn near comical with what she does to my body. This woman could have me all to herself, three hundred sixty-five days a year if she wanted to, yet she has no idea. She’s clueless as to what she does to me whenever we get these small visits with each other. I crave her scent, her taste, her sinful mouth.
My eyes follow along, sliding over her lightly tanned skin. Her pussy’s bare and tastes delicious. I know, as I’ve had my mouth there many times before.
Her thighs part and it’s just enough space that I can savor the outline of her lips. She’s probably wet down there, right this very minute. I clear my throat and glance up at her face.
Her eyes are dilated and she returns my stare, as if she’s ready to devour me as well. I make a “come here” motion with my fingers and she obeys, halting about a foot away. She knows to do whatever’s instructed when she’s in my room and in return, she’ll enjoy every minute of it.
Sucking on my pointer finger, I pull it free, wet and reach for her core. I brush over her swollen pussy lips until I get to her opening and then thrust my finger deep inside. She falls forward into my body, grasping onto my biceps as she gasps a silent moan.
I do my best to keep her quiet when we’re together because it turns her on something fierce and in the end, makes her even louder. I fucking love when I get her so wound up, she’s ready to climb the damn walls. Her pussy contracts with need, confessing the pleasure I’m bringing her.
She’s tight, so fucking tight. My cock’s hard and throbbing desperately, practically calling out to her clenched pussy. If it doesn’t get what it needs, I feel like I may explode or something. I want her.
I run my nose softly along her neck, taking a deep breath, smelling her sweet skin.
“Baby, you’ve been a good girl, hmm?” I mutter and pump my finger inside her a few times. Each time I insert it, her cunt clenches tightly around it, taunting me. Her cheeks and chest flush as she gets more excited and her stomach muscles tense. “I can smell that delicious pussy getting turned on.”
“Oh,” she groans, softly and I catch part of it with my lips.
“I’m hungry, Shorty, can I eat that pussy?”
“Fuck, yes, eat it.” Her irises glow like molten honey and she pants. “There hasn’t been anyone since you.” She moans while I push deeper inside her, and she nibbles on her bottom lip. I use my free thumb to pull her lip out and lean in to kiss her softly.
No one else since me? That’s been months, if that’s the case.
I take her mouth and control the kiss. Not hard, but gently, rewarding her for this gift she’s giving me. She keeps up with my tongue, easily kissing me back from all the past practice we’ve had being together.
Pumping my fingers in and out, I catch each and every gasp in my own mouth through our kiss. It’s such a fucking turn on to know that I’m the one doing this to her, making her feel this. I pull out and put an extra, using two fingers inside her. I push in hard and she moans loudly. I feel her tight pussy squeeze me again, mocking my dick.
She needs to be fucked and hard, as badly as I need to be the one fucking her. I kiss down her neck again, biting her flesh. She yanks my hair roughly in return to the point I swear each strand might rip out if she pulls any harder.
Slamming my fingers into her again, harder this time, she detonates, squeezing and pulsing while whispering “2” over and over. She comes, her cunt flooding my fingers with her sweet wetness. I pull them out
, rubbing her juices all over her tits and hard nipples then lean in and lick them clean, blowing cool air on each pebbled nipple when I finish.
She’s so damn hot and has me wound up like no other. Her breathing’s quick and deep, matching my own as I take my fill of her. She’s turned on and prepared for me to fuck her and boy oh boy am I ready too.
Avery
God, it feels amazing having him this close to me. I don’t know what was going on earlier, but he must be over it. I start to peel his cut off, sliding it down each arm then hand it to him once it’s off.
Next, I reach for his shirt and he backs up. Okay, what the fuck now? This shouldn’t be an issue. We’ve hooked up a few times in the past and he’s never been hesitant.
I peer up at him with a mixture of curiosity and frustration. I may have just had a very satisfying orgasm, but I want the real thing as well. He walks to the dresser and sets his cut on top of it.
“So, we doing this or are we going to hang out and braid each other’s hair?” I quip a bit snarky and tap my left foot, my eyebrow shooting up in question.
He purses his lips and then nods. “Yeah, Shorty, just be patient for a second.”
“Patient? Are you joking right now? You were practically telling me to fuck in the parking lot earlier.” With a pout, I roll my eyes.
“And you made me fucking wait too, so now your ass can chill the fuck out for a few.”
He pulls his shirt over his head as he walks toward the door. His colorful tattoos stand out beautifully against his lightly tan skin and his muscled flex with each step. He’s a cocky fucker.
It appears that he’s going somewhere, but who knows. I shoot daggers at him and huff. Oh, so he thinks he can just tell me what to do, I don’t think so. I dropped Cameron’s ass like a bad habit when we’d briefly dated and he tried getting too bossy with me.
“Chill the fuck out?” I challenge through gritted teeth, ready to spit nails, if he doesn’t retract that rude-ass statement. I won’t tolerate a man speaking to me so disrespectfully. I don’t give a damn if he’s a biker or not.
Sticking my chest out, I clench my stomach muscles then prop a hand on my hip and wait. If we’re going to have it out over this, I’m at least going to look fucking amazeballs while doing it.
He cracks his door open enough to stick his head through and I burst, not being able to hold it in, “What the fuck? You’re leaving now? What are you doing?”
He turns back to me and holds a finger up for me to hold on a second. I feel like going over there and bending it backwards. It’ll teach him to get attitude with me after I’ve traveled sixteen damn hours to see his face.
“Ares.” he hollers into the hallway.
Seriously, this better be good. I’m staring at him for a few seconds before he finally backs away from the door a few steps. He faces towards me and Ares steps inside.
Ares checks me out from head to toe, his eyes glancing over every naked piece of me. As he does, his jaw muscles flex with him clenching his teeth as he breathes out of his nose, with heavy breaths. Shit, 2 was just commenting that he could smell me being turned on. I wonder if that’s actually true and it’s what Ares smells.
Just fucking great. This is slightly mortifying whenever I think over it.
“Dammit! I’m naked over here, genius; throw me your shirt or something.”
My arms quickly cover myself as much as possible. It’s a lost cause; no matter where I have my hands, something’s exposed. I’m not very shy, but this is a little awkward.
Ares is like a freaking gladiator, he’s standing solemnly in his jeans, wearing nothing else. He must’ve been in his room, relaxing. He’s shirtless and without socks, wearing only a pair of light wash, relaxed fit jeans. They hug his hips magnificently.
Ares is pure alpha male and he’s stunning.. His chest is broad, a few jagged scars decorating his ribs making him appear even more manly. I’m sure there’re some wild stories to go with them too.
My eyes find 2 Piece’s and he has a cocky smirk on his face. I don’t know what that’s about, but he better hurry up with a shirt for me because I’m slightly freaking out inside.
“Oh no, Shorty, you told me you wanted to do this, you were ready to get down. So, let’s do this.” He spreads his hands wide and motions with his hands like bring it.
Freaking fuck head is crazy, stirring stuff up with Ares in here.
Ares eyebrows shoot up, surprised as a bright smile overtakes his face towards 2 Piece.
Holy shit balls.
He seems absolutely elated about this situation, while I’m just trying to get my head to stop spinning. He can’t be serious. I can’t believe this is happening. What exactly does he expect me to do here? I’m not feeling so pissed off now, as I’m more intrigued.
Certainly, he doesn’t expect me to fuck him and then fuck Ares too. I wonder if Ares is here to just observe or something. I’m sure watching and stuff has to be a normal happening around a biker club but how would I know
“Get on the bed,” Ares barks, and I think I squeak.
I should probably speak up before who knows what happens. I give Ares a crazy look and then stare at 2 Piece, a little frightened. I know he’d never hurt me, but he should tell me what the hell’s going on too.
I’m about two minutes from bolting. I won’t be bossed around and used up like a club slut. Nothing against them or anything; it’s just not how I roll.
Don’t get me wrong, I’d love to get with Ares in a hot minute. However, I haven’t been able to really be with anyone besides 2 Piece since we started this whole thing, whatever it is. I know we’re just a random hookup when we see each other, but I’ve begun to develop feelings for him. I wasn’t planning on it, but it just started to happen each time we’d meet up.
I find myself missing him more each time when we’re apart. I know it’s too soon and I know I’m stupid to develop feelings for a biker. We’re completely different, I live one way and he lives another. I go to college full-time so I can get a degree to be an accountant. He rides his motorcycle, parties, and sleeps with random women, see nowhere near the same.
I gulp in air and draw on some courage. “I-I don’t think I can do this. I’m sorry,” I sputter, rushing back into the bathroom. I quickly close the door behind me, clicking the lock in place and slowly slide down to lean against the door.
Scrubbing my hands through my damp hair, I scream inside my head. Was he going to give me to Ares instead? How could he just call him in there and not talk to me about it? Clearly, I am not what he is used to.
Did he think he could just get me all turned on, give me an orgasm, then share me? How can he be so thoughtless? He obviously means more to me than I do to him. I know they pass club whores around, but I am not a fucking club whore.
I hear their voices through the door but can’t make out what their saying. I shift so my ear’s pressed against the door, hoping to catch some of what they are saying.
I can make out Ares better; his voice is deeper so it carries through the door. “I don’t know, brother. You need to talk to her; she’s a skittish thing. Appreciate you calling me in here though, wish she’d reconsider. We could have a lot of fun together” I hear some mumbling after that. “Good luck, brother.” The bedroom door closes shortly after.
“Fuck.” 2 Piece yells angrily and something slams against the wall.
“So fucking stupid.” Slam. Goes something else.
“Had to fucking-fuck it up.” Slam.
The door behind me rattles with the force of the bedroom door banging against the hinges as it’s closed with force.
Exhaling, the tears start. I close my eyes tightly and rub at my cheeks. I fucked it all up. He just said so. I didn’t even have him yet and I already lost him.
‘Please Don’t Judas Me’ by Nazareth plays on his radio a few beats later; how freaking ironic. It just brings on the tears heavier with each word that I relate to.
Chapter 4
2 Piece
I’m sitting at the bar, busily knocking back shots and attempting to drown out my fuck up. I’m a damn idiot for believing she’d be into it if Ares joined us. I thought she was comfortable enough with me to know I’d only do something to please her.
How could I have been so wrong? I’ve never messed up with a chick so badly. There haven’t been many chicks at all in my life, but sex wise; I’ve never had an issue reading them.
When she shut the bathroom door I was a bit concerned but then she locked it as well. Hearing that tiny click felt magnified throughout the entire room and that’s all I could hear, even seconds afterward. She felt conflicted enough she had to lock the door to keep me out. She’d never have to worry about me doing anything to hurt her. I may be a little rough around the edges, but when you hang around the brothers and club whores so much, it becomes a part of you.
I try to treat her with kid gloves, but when she gets snarky towards me, I forget that she’s not used to this type of life. She’s stubborn and can be a feisty bitch when she wants to be though. It’s one of the things I enjoy most about her. I love it when a chick can handle her own, yet isn’t afraid to ask her man for backup when needed.
I don’t know how to deal with chicks emotions. I fuck, I don’t date, and I don’t marry. Damn it, I have to figure out a way to fix this somehow. She’s a good girl and if I keep fucking it up, I really will end up alone forever. While I want to be free, at some point I want a bitch riding on the back of my bike with me.
Ares is a decent guy. He has his demons though, as we all do. From what little I’ve heard about him, he had a real shitty childhood.
The brothers said Ares’ best friend found him locked in his basement when he was about fourteen years old. According to them, Ares was this tall gangly-looking kid who always got the shit beat out of him. He was dirty with raggedy clothes and covered in bruises and cuts.
He stayed with his friend until he was seventeen then somehow found the Oath Keepers MC. When Ares came to the club, he was full of anger and would go ballistic if he got into a fight. He became obsessed with working out and getting as big and strong as possible. The man’s a goddamn giant beast now.
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