by Shyla Colt
“Hey. Is this the old lady?” someone with a loud voice boomed. Jumping slightly, she looked up and grinned at the familiar face. The large, burly man with a thick, full beard, laughing blue eyes and hands the size of hams patted Shooter on the shoulder.
“You actually made an honest man out of the fucker. Congrats to both of you. I thought for a minute Shooter was making that up, eh.” He grinned, and his brilliant whites chased away the scary impression she’d received the first time she met him.
“Nice to see you again, Moose.” Unable to resist his charisma, she beamed.
“You guys want a drink?”
“Hell, yeah.” Shooter nodded. She could see how at home he was here, though his demeanor remained the same.
“Please,” she added.
“Come on. Let’s hit the bar.”
Lined up at the bar a few minutes later they were greeted by a porcelain-skinned redhead.
“Hey, Red, can I get a beer?”
“Sure, Moose.” Leaning forward to show off the swell of her obviously inflated breasts, she leered at Shooter. “And what can I get for you?”
Narrowing her eyes, Juliette clenched her teeth. The blatant offer scraped her nerves raw. The muscle in her cheek ticked.
“A beer’s fine and,” Shooter turned to Juliette, “what’ll you have, baby?”
This bitch’s heart on a platter. She’d never been catty or aggressive but she knew in order to be in his world she’d have to learn.
“Rum and Coke.”
“And a rum and Coke, Red.”
“Coming right up.” Turning away, she set the beers in front of Moose and Shooter and began to make Juliette’s drink.
“I’ve never seen you around,” Red said, mad-dogging Juliette as she sloppily made her drink.
“This is my old lady, Juliette.”
Red’s eyes went as round as dinner plates and Juliette smirked. Checkmate.
Clearly stunned, Red handed over the drink silently. The malice visible in the depths of her blues told Juliette she’d best watch her back.
“Yo, Red, another round this way.”
“Duty calls.” Red turned to serve the group at the end of the bar.
“Come on, baby girl, I see Prez over there with Boston. I want to introduce you.”
After swirling her drink to mix the alcohol with the soda, she brought the glass to her lips and took a giant gulp. “Okay.” They navigated the dimly lit, smoky room, and her heart sped.
Prez was a giant man who made her want to run screaming in the opposite direction. Burly, bald and rocking scruff, he had stone-colored, old eyes. He was a man who’d seen a lot. Scars lined his neck and forearms.
“Prez, this is my old lady, Juliette.”
“Welcome to the family. I heard a lot about you.” His sandpaper-rough voice caused goose bumps to erupt on her arms.
“Good things, I hope?” she squeaked.
“Oh, yeah. This is my old lady, Boston.”
“Hi, Juliette, nice to meet you.” She held out her hand. The petite brunette with large amber-colored eyes fringed with dark lashes had a striking, oval-shaped face with high cheekbones and dusky pink lips.
“Likewise.” Juliette shook her hand, warmed by the genuine kindness she saw.
“Why don’t you show her around while Shooter and I talk shop?” Tiny asked.
“Come on, Juliette, I’ll introduce you to some of the girls.”
Casting a forlorn look at her giant security blanket, she followed Boston.
“I’m going to take you by the office so we can talk,” Boston called over the noise. Juliette nodded. They made their way down a hallway and slipped into a large office.
“This is Tiny’s office. No one will wander back here.” Boston perched on the edge of the wooden furniture and motioned to the chair in front of her. Juliette sank into it.
“I don’t do this for all the girls, but one look at you and I knew you were clueless about the lifestyle. Not having this talk would be like leaving you to the wolves.”
Juliette winced. “That obvious, huh?”
“It’s not a bad thing. Some of these girls have been wrung out wet and hung to dry. My dad was in a M.C. back home, so I knew about them. Never thought I’d date a biker personally, not after the hell it caused my mother. But then I met Tiny…and the heart wants what the heart wants.” She shrugged.
“Tell me about it,” Juliette whispered.
Boston threw back her head, letting loose a loud, full-bellied laugh. “It got you too, huh?”
“Big-time.”
“Every M.C. has its own quirks, and Lords is no different. A lot of places keep their old ladies completely separate from the club business and only allow them in the building during family days. We have some members who follow that line of thinking. Others like Tiny bring their old ladies along when the mood strikes them. Most important thing to remember is what goes on here stays here. You can’t run your mouth about other people’s business. We can’t have tension in the club. Think of it like the armed forces. At the end of the day all the bullshit gets left at the door and only family, our inner circle, matters.”
“It’s a big deal Shooter brought me tonight?”
“Huge. He’s showing the sweet butts and cycle chasers he’s off the market. I’m not saying they won’t test his resolve, but they won’t do it in front of you. It’s against the rules. Old ladies are high on the totem and they’re cannon fodder.” Her upper lip curled. “Bottom dwellers, most of them. A few are decent.”
“How do you deal with all this?”
“Me personally? By any means necessary.” The friendliness and compassion left her voice, and her delicate face turned to granite. She reminded her of a carved angel statue. “I’ve busted bitches’ heads open, had them banned, whatever it took to get my point across. Being with Prez, everyone is vying for your position by his side. So my experiences are worlds away from the ones you’ll have.”
Astounded by the fresh batch of information, Juliette nodded.
“Don’t let what I’ve said scare you. It’s a great life. This family takes care of its own and lives away from the pressures society places on people. You just have to be willing to flex a little muscle every now and then.” Boston curved her right arm, displaying well-developed biceps, and Juliette snickered.
“For Shooter I think I could manage. I got a crazy side. I just try not to access it on a regular basis.”
“I thought I sensed that about you.” Boston winked. “There are some good girls here tonight. I’ll introduce you and bring you back to Shooter before he gets too worried. It’s fun seeing this side of him. I could see the concern mounting in his eyes when you moved out of view.”
“Really?” Intrigued, she leaned forward in her chair. “What’s he like?”
“Funny, cool, calm, collected and bad-ass. All the things that attracted you to him in the first place, must be a byproduct of all that time he spent in the military.”
“That was my thought too.” Juliette nodded in agreement.
“Come on, I think we could both use another drink, and Anisa and Rikki are dying to meet you. There aren’t too many old ladies around here.”
Returning to the crowd with a lot more confidence, she found herself able to enjoy the experience. They were people she’d never come into contact with if it weren’t for Shooter. They were all bigger than life, blunt, and yet, a sense of camaraderie existed between them. Treated with respect by the people she met and taken under the wings of Rikki, Anisa and Boston, she was high on success and buzzed when they returned to Shooter, Tiny and Moose.
“Hey, baby, how’re you doing?” He scanned her face. The visible concern sent a feeling she didn’t want to examine closely through her body.
“Good.” Rising up on her tiptoes, she pressed a quick kiss to his lips.
“They treating you right?”
“Yes,” she spoke against his lips. “I’m learning all your secrets.”
“Baby, that’d take a lifetime.” Twining his hands in her hair, he deepened the lip lock, thrusting his tongue in her mouth. Lost in him she whimpered when he broke their lip lock. “Which is exactly how long it’s going to take for me to get what I want from you.”
Her knees weakened. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed against his body to keep her balance. Her mouth went dry.
“ I think we should get started, don’t you?”
He slid his hands down her back to cup her ass.
“I—” He squeezed her ass and she squeaked. Boisterous laughter from the men and women around brought her back to earth.
“Shooter,” she hissed.
“Come on, baby girl, I’ll show you my room.” His breath tickled her ear. After placing her on her feet, he grabbed her hand and pulled her through the crowd, down a hallway.
“My room is the third down on the left side.” The plaque by the door that said “Shooter” made her smile. After opening the door, he flicked on the light.
“Ignore the mess.” Small piles of t-shirts and pants littered the floor. He kicked the door shut then spun her to face him. “I need to be buried deep inside you, baby. Here where I lay my head every night. Is the birth control working?”
“Yes.” She whimpered as he pulled her tank top over her head. His heated fingers trailed up her sides. Shoes were cast aside. Clothing hit the ground. Reconnecting at the mouth, they walked backward to the bed.
“Get on your knees. I’m going to fuck you until you scream and I fill your pussy up with my come.”
“Yes.” Climbing on to the bed, she pushed her ass up. He caressed her round cheeks and moved to test her sex.
“Always so wet and ready for me.” He crawled up behind her, caressed her with the head, and thrust home. She clutched the sheets and rocked back to meet him. The slap of skin rent the air as he nailed her against the bed. The angle let him penetrate deep. He hit the button inside her that brought all rational thought to a halt.
“Fuck, so good,” he growled.
She peered over her shoulder. “Fuck me harder.”
“Yes.” The bed rocked, tapping the headboard against the wall. Her pussy fluttered. Digging his fingers into the flesh of her hips, he brushed her cervix, sending jolts of pleasurable pain zinging through her body.
“Do it, come in my pussy, Shooter.” Squeezing her muscles tight as a fine tremble overtook her, she felt him swell and his muscles tense. Unable to hold on any longer, she screamed and covered his cock with a rush of heated liquid. A few strokes later he followed her, coating her insides with his essence. Closing her eyes, she cherished the feeling. She’d never allowed anyone else to do this. Not even Peter, who’d controlled her every move for so long.
Shooter flipped them to their sides, remaining inside her. Flying high, she snuggled against him as their breathing evened out, content and relieved her introduction had been disaster-free.
* * * * *
Shooter sat up in bed. His body tensed as he strained to see in the darkened room. Easing open the drawer beside him, he drew his gun and waited. A giggle filled the space and he shook his head.
Crazy-ass bitches wandering around drunk.
Clicking on the light, his jaw hit the ground.
“Surprise.”
Pale supple skin, bare pussies and long dark hair greeted him. He blinked, but the vision remained. Of all the time for the Demasi twins to pay him a late-night visit.
“What the fuck?” Juliette’s voice rang out.
“Oh…are we making it a foursome tonight?” The one on the right—Jessica?—asked.
“’Cause she’s pretty, and we like chocolate every now and then.” Jane’s eyes shone with approval as she gave Juliette a slow once-over while she scrambled to cover her body.
“Is this why you brought me here?” Disgust dripped from Juliette’s every word. “Fuck you for making me think you were different. I’m not doing this again.”
“No!” Shooter said, throwing his hands up in the air. Her words cut him to the quick. Her ex used to pull this shit?
“Oh, so we need to break her in?” Jessica asked.
“All of your girls protest at first but you seem to bring them around. With our help, of course.” Jane sashayed toward the bed. “Don’t worry, honey. You’ll love it.”
“I don’t know who you are but one more step and I swear I’ll lay you out cold.” Juliette moved from the bed, holding yards of sheet to her body with one hand while she held the other up, palm out.
Jessica grinned. “Oh we like them feisty.”
“Get your clothes on and get the fuck out of here. This is my old lady,” Shooter barked.
The twins exchanged a look. “Are you sure you don’t want us to—”
“Now,” he growled. Putting the safety on, he put his gun back and scrambled out of the bed to chase after Juliette, who’d grabbed her clothes and headed into the bathroom. He turned the knob. Locked.
“Come on, baby, it wasn’t what you thought,” Shooter said. “I wouldn’t put you in a situation like that.”
“So you haven’t had ménage plus who-knows-how-many with them? So much they think it’s normal to walk in here like they own the place? What’s to stop them from doing it again?”
Wincing, he closed his eyes and banged his head against the door. “I can’t change my past.”
“That’s not what this is about, Shooter.” Her voice warbled.
“I never lied about who I was.”
“No, but seeing it up close and personal is fucking with my head.” Her voice shook.
“Just let me in and we’ll talk.”
“I don’t want to talk, Shooter. I want space.”
The words hit a red panic button inside him. “How can we work through it if you run away?” Shooter smacked his palm against the door. “Don’t pull away from me.”
“I’m not running—I’m walking, because if I don’t, odds are I’ll do or say something I’ll regret. Look, I’ve already called a taxi.”
“No way.” He battered the door. “The only way you’re leaving here is on the back of my bike.”
“Good luck enforcing that one.” Her snippy response fueled his anger. “Stop trying to tell me what to do and let me deal with it my own way.”
“I swear to god I’ll kick this door in.”
“ Go ahead, you’ll be the one fixing it.”
His chest heaved and his dick lengthened. I don’t think I’ve ever heard her so fucking fierce. Damn, how could she sound so hot right now? She was giving him hell, but he loved the fact that she’d stood up for herself. It meant she was comfortable with him. He smiled goofily. “There’s no need to be jealous, baby. I’m with you now. These whores aren’t even a blip on my radar.”
“Jealous?” A shriek sliced through the door between them. He clenched his teeth. Poor word choice.
“Hey, man, what’s going on?” Turning, he saw a group of bleary-eyed brothers in the door frame.
“The fucking twins decided tonight would be a great time to surprise me and when they saw Juliette, they figured they’d include her.”
“Oh dude, you are so fucked right now.” Moose snorted.
“Yeah, thanks for the support. Close the door, will you?”
“Sure thing. We’ll get the twins out too.”
“Thanks, Moose.”
The door shut and he sighed. “Juliette…” Silence. “Are you going to ignore me now?” When she refused to respond, he swore and pushed away from the rectangle of wood that felt like a barricade. Ambling over to the bed, he dug out his jeans and slipped them on. Rapping sounded on the door.
What now? “Yeah.”
“Just thought you might want to know your old lady is climbing into a cab right now.”
“Son of a bitch.” She’d climbed out the bathroom window. Gritting his teeth, he balled his fists. Run if you want to, Juliette. I’ll track you down every time.
“Just let her go. I’ll meet her at her
house.”
Prez appeared, and the group parted. A small, rare grin lined his lips. “I gotta tell you, I like the librarian, man.” He shook his head. “I think she’ll fit in here nicely. I wasn’t so sure when I first met her.”
Shooter scowled. “It’s only funny because you don’t have to face her wrath.”
“True, but I been there a time or two. Smooth things out. She looked at you like you were fucking Prince Charming. Men like us need a woman like that at our back.” Having spoken his piece, Tiny walked off.
“All right, show’s over. Let’s leave so the brother can dress and go grovel.” Hawk grinned.
“Jackass,” Shooter spat.
The Native American man chuckled as everyone moved away from the door. A glance down the hall told Shooter the party was still going but the crowd had thinned significantly. Disappearing back into his room, he finished dressing and stalked out of the club. It was time she came clean about her past. It was darker than she first let on and obviously still affecting her. He couldn’t erase his past and he’d told her flat-out he hadn’t spent the past seven years being a saint. But he didn’t think her panic stemmed from that. Concerned, he started his bike and nodded to the brother to open the gate. He should have been rolling over and slipping inside her for a second time, not going on some wild girl chase. He tried to prepare himself for the battle ahead. Two streets over from her house, he killed the bike and walked it the rest of the way. Waking up the neighbors would only add insult to injury. Setting his bike on its kickstand in the driveway, he walked up to the door and knocked. The light illuminated her bedroom but he wouldn’t put it past her to ignore him.
Knocking harder to remind her she wasn’t dating some pretty pushover, he leaned against the wall beside the door and waited. A few moments later the door jerked open. Dressed in a robe, she stood before him with her arms wrapped around her waist. Her red-rimmed eyes, tear-stained face and wounded expression dulled his anger.
“Why the hell did you take off like that? I didn’t tell them to come in.”
She glanced away.
