Vexed (Iron Bulls MC #4)
Phoenyx Slaughter
Contents
Title Page
About Vexed (Iron Bulls MC #4)
Copyright
Credits
Acknowledgments
Nyx’s Newsletter
Social Media
Vexed defined
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Notes from Nyx
Sneak Preview of Unhinged
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Excerpt of Slow Burn
Social Media
End
Copyright 2016 Phoenyx Slaughter
About Vexed (Iron Bulls MC #4)
by Phoenyx Slaughter
Falling in love will only leave you vexed.
Recent high school graduate, Athena Vale, might seem bubbly and uncomplicated, but she has big plans and even bigger dreams, she’s only ever shared with her best friend, Karina. Athena’s strict upbringing has left her curious about taking a walk on the wild side—just once. And she knows exactly who she wants to go wild with.
President of the Iron Bulls MC, Reed “Romeo” Crownover has no shortage of women willing to entertain him. But these days, there’s only one girl on his mind—Athena. When she shows up at his clubhouse on the night of her eighteenth birthday, he decides it’s time to work her out of his system.
But one night turns into two, two turns into three, and soon the no-strings fun turns into something more passionate than either of them expected. An intense romance neither of them have ever experienced or knew they wanted.
She’s half his age.
He doesn’t fit in her world.
She’s leaving for Los Angeles to start a new life in a few days.
Their connection was vexed from the start.
Copyright
Vexed (Iron Bulls Mc #4)
by Phoenyx Slaughter
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Digital ISBN#: 978-1-943950-05-8
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Vexed and the Iron Bulls MC series are works of fiction. All names, characters, locations and incidents are products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, things, living or dead, locales or events is entirely coincidental.
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Vexed (Iron Bulls MC #4)
Written by Phoenyx Slaughter
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Acknowledgments
Thank you to my loyal readers who have been asking for Romeo’s story. I’m forever grateful for your love of the Iron Bulls MC. Your emails, Facebook messages, posts, reviews (oh, the reviews!), and support mean a lot to me.
An extra special thank you to Vanessa at PREMA for loving Romeo so much.
Thank you to my awesome Beta Readers, Amber, Kim, Kate, and Storm.
Thank you, Tanya S, for the final read-through.
My ladies in the Iron Bulls MC Clubhouse Facebook group, thanks for checking in and all the dirty pictures!
The circle of those entrusted with my dirty little side project keeps widening. Thank you for your support and secrecy, even though I probably drive you nuts.
Finally, my other half, who still refuses to read the Iron Bulls MC. I love him anyway.
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Vexed
adjective: vexed
verb: vex
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(of a problem or issue) difficult and much debated; problematic.
synonyms:disputed, in dispute, contested, in contention, contentious, debated, at issue, controversial.
annoyed, frustrated, or worried.
synonyms:annoyed, irritated, exasperated, irked, piqued, nettled, displeased, put out, disgruntled; informal aggravated, peeved, miffed, riled, hacked off, hot under the collar, teed off, ticked off, sore, bent out of shape.
1
How can I still be fucked up over one little girl?
Athena.
That sweet little bitch has had me acting stupid since the day her sassy ass showed up at my clubhouse.
It’s Dante’s fault. My Sergeant-at-Arms found himself a girl, Karina. Hot, smart, and down for about anything. Stare at her for longer than two seconds and you’re asking for an up close and painful introduction to Dante’s fists. My stone-faced-killer friend doesn’t fuck around when it comes to his girl. It’s her best friend I haven’t been able to stop thinking about.
Tagging along with Dante to the girls’ graduation yesterday didn’t help. That’s high school graduation, mind you. All I thought about was how today she’d be turning eighteen. Not even running into her uptight, upscale, bitch-faced parents had settled my dick down.
Like fuck do I plan to chase after her. Not my style. Besides, there’s enough willing girls trolling my clubhouse who’ve been legal longer than five seconds. Any one of them will be thrilled to service me, then go away. The way I prefer my relationships. Quick and uncomplicated.
Unfortunately, my dick isn’t interested in any of them. No matter how hard the girls have tried to get my attention tonight.
Spotting Dante and Karina walk in the front of door, I glance behind them. No Athena.
I’m capable of casually asking about her without sounding like a complete creep, right?
Then she stumbles in the door. With her scared little Goldilocks expression, she looks like she’s about to meet up with the biggest, baddest wolf.
Me.
Dante’s wearing his I need to choke someone face. Hooking my thumbs in my pockets, I approach the trio slowly.
“What’s up?” I ask Dante, who rolls his eyes at me. He’s not fooled one bit by my laid back act.
“Hi, Romeo,” Karina says shyly. I still can’t get over how a scary motherfucker like Dante managed to snag such a beautiful and soft-
spoken chick. “Um, Athena and I spent the day with her family for her birthday, and she asked if she could join us tonight. I hope that’s okay.” I appreciate the emphasis Karina puts on the word birthday. What a nice, subtle hint that her friend’s now fair game.
Finally.
“Is it your birthday, sweetheart?” I ask Athena. When I put all my attention on her, she blushes and glances at the floor. A much different reaction than I expected, considering how tough she usually acts.
“Yes.”
Dante sighs and steps away from the girls. Karina leads her friend to the bar and I ain’t happy about not being able to say more than a few words to the girl who’s taken over my every wank fantasy for weeks now.
Taking me by the arm, Dante pulls me a few steps away. “Listen, I ain’t got no say over what you do with your dick, brother. But I feel responsible for her, being she’s Karina’s friend and all. Treat her with care, please.”
It’s a lot for my Sergeant-at-Arms to say. There aren’t many females he gives two fucks about. And I sure as fuck don’t remember the last time I heard please come out of his mouth. For once, I set my sarcasm aside. “Yeah. She’ll be okay with me. I won’t let her out of my sight.”
Dante searches my face and must finally decide I’m sincere, because he nods. We join the girls at the bar. Dante immediately pulls his girl to his side.
“Athena, we’ll be upstairs. You need anything, call your girl.” He tilts his head toward Karina, then drags her upstairs. Not that she protests.
Athena watches them leave, but I can’t take my eyes off her. She pushes her shoulders back and slowly swivels her bar stool toward me. “Am I finally allowed to have a tour of your clubhouse, Mr. President?” she asks in a low, husky voice I don’t expect from someone her age.
Seems Miss Goldilocks isn’t so scared anymore.
“Come here, you,” I say as I pull her closer. I spin her seat, so her back’s to the bar and she has to tip her head back to see my face. Staring down into her bold, steel-blue eyes unbalances me. “Did you have a good birthday?”
“Not really. I think you can make it better, though.”
I can make it better, or I can make it the biggest mistake of her young life. I shouldn’t mess around with this girl. She deserves a nice guy, who isn’t almost twice her age.
Except, I’ve wanted her from the second we met. And now there’s no reason I can’t have her.
All day I begged Karina to let me tag along to her boyfriend’s motorcycle club, but now that I’m here, I’m terrified.
The reality is so much scarier than all the things I’ve fantasized about since the first time I visited the Iron Bulls MC’s clubhouse.
A few weeks ago, I’d dropped Karina off to visit her boyfriend. I hadn’t expected the president of the club to take an interest me. The intensity of his deep blue eyes tied my tongue in knots and I made a fool of myself. That had been during the middle of the day. Things were relatively calm.
Tonight, the clubhouse is in the middle of a big celebration, and I’ve never seen some of the sex acts being done around me. Not even on those five-minute Pornhub clips I’ve snuck a peek at once or twice when I found my way around my parents’ firewall.
My best friend has been keeping serious secrets. It blows my mind Karina hangs out around this erotic mayhem and never told me. I’m utterly shocked and throbbing with curiosity about everything I see.
You’re a whore just like your friend.
I give myself a shake, hoping to silent my parents’ ever-present criticism and focus. I swore if I had another chance to talk to Romeo, I wouldn’t embarrass myself. Yet here I am, gawking like a scared little girl.
This is the scene Romeo’s used to. The kind of behavior he expects. Sexy, confident girls. Not virgins who have no idea what they’re doing.
Well, some idea.
But my ex-boyfriend, Bobby, might as well have been an armadillo for all the similarity he has to Romeo.
The arrogance of having a road name like Romeo. Either he’s really good in the sack or has a micro penis.
God, I hope it’s not a micro penis.
The way he’s staring at me and running his hand over a chin full of scruff, I think I’m about to find out.
“Did you have a good birthday?” he asks while watching me as if I’m the only person in the room.
Because he wants to get in your panties, idiot.
He doesn’t even pretend he’s not checking me out. His deep sapphire eyes gleam with sex and mischief while they appreciate my long, bare legs, covered by a short, frilly skirt. I practically feel the weight of his gaze as it moves up my body, over my hips, and over the swells of my breasts, barely concealed by the flimsy fabric of my camisole.
“Not really. I think you can make it better, though.” Where the hell did I find the lady balls to say that?
Romeo likes my forwardness. A feral smile lights up his face. Hell help me, this man’s insanely hot. The beard scruff doesn’t hide the hard angles of his jaw. The fitted T-shirt he’s wearing under his leather vest hints at the rock-hard body underneath. Tattoos peek out from every available inch of skin. His thick, dark hair seems too wild to be contained and falls over his forehead in a way that declares badass. Every inch of him screams reckless, gruff, crude, dirty, dangerous, and utterly irresistible.
I’m so in over my head with this guy…this man.
And I can’t wait to see what happens next.
2
Athena has starred in a whole lot of my fantasies lately. Now she’s here in the flesh, and I can’t stop staring at her flawless skin and perfect body, dying for a taste. I bet her skin’s soft and silky all over. Those little hands of hers will feel a whole lot better wrapped around my cock than mine do. That’s for sure.
Her gaze swings from curious to scared to turned-on while she looks around the room. She’s so pretty and so completely out of place in my clubhouse of sin. Too bright and clean to be somewhere so dark and dirty. I want to run my hands over every inch of her. Discover if she’s as smooth as she looks. I want to paint streaks of grease from my hands all over her pristine skin, marking her as mine. It’s a primitive reaction I can’t explain.
Another guy might be embarrassed by the way his brothers are behaving out in the open where anyone can see. But it’s a special night. This is the way we celebrate the patching in of two brothers. Two of her classmates, actually.
The Iron Bulls MC is my home and she should see what that means upfront. I ain’t into sugar-coated bullshit or lies to impress anyone. Not even some chick I’ve been dying to bury my dick in for weeks.
Besides she must have some sort of wild in her. A little bit of bad girl dying to come out and play? Otherwise she would’ve run screaming from the room by now.
Melody drops off a beer for me without asking. She flicks a nasty face Athena’s way and it’s obvious she’s about to throw some attitude next. One stern look from me and her yap snaps shut. I ask Athena what she wants to drink and ask Melody to fetch it.
Athena didn’t miss the silent exchange. Her lip quivers. “Am I in the way? Is she your—”
“No.” Shit, I can’t see any other female in this room but Athena. “There’s no one else.”
One of her eyebrows shoots up. “Am I supposed to believe that?”
What does she want me to say? There are a lot of someone elses? Or I could be completely honest and say now that you’re here, they’re history?
Sure, because that’s what every eighteen-year-old girl with a wild streak wants to hear.
Instead, I make a show of looking left and right. “Nope. No one here but me and you.”
She seems to appreciate that and loosens up. Good. She may have come because of her friend, but I want to be the reason she stays.
“I think you know more about me than I know about you. What do you do, Romeo?”
“I own the garage and run this club.”
“That’s it?”
I’m not used to
such genuine interest, so it takes a second to explain my specialty is working on classic cars.
“That’s so cool. I always wanted a sparkly red seventy-six Corvette with Strawberry Shortcake painted on the back.” Her eyes practically glow as she describes a car that’s both absurd and sweet.
“Strawberry Shortcake, huh?”
Pink colors her cheeks and I can’t help thinking about other parts of her that might turn pink.
“Tell me something else about you, Romeo.”
“There’s not much to tell, Shortcake. I’m easy to figure out.”
“I doubt that—”
The need to taste something so sweet overwhelms me. I dip my head and take a kiss. My lips press against hers and I devour her mouth. She’s soft and warm. At first she’s tentative, then her hands slide up over my shoulders, into my hair. While I’m still trying to wrap my head around the fact that this is finally happening, she moans into my mouth.
It’s not like I’ve never kissed a woman. I enjoy it as much as I can, using it as a means of getting where I actually want to go. But Athena? I could kiss her all night and not get tired of it.
I’m caught up in the fact that this is better than any fantasy. She’s responsive and addicting. Her little whimpers and efforts to draw me closer finally snap me out of our kiss.
I can’t take this girl on the couch, out in the open in front of everyone. I don’t know why, but she’s special, and I want to be alone with her.
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