Stripped Raw

by Miss Merikan

  “Will you do it?” asked Viper, leaning against the windowsill.

  “Do what?”

  Borg rubbed his forehead with his metal fingers. “No, I don’t want you to marry the bitch. Gina would love that shit,” he groaned. “Candy’s been telling Gina she dreams of owning a sweets store. Let’s do that. We own a few empty buildings. We can rent the space out to her for free, get her a legit business, and in return, she’d let us do the taxes, so we can grind some of the club money through there. We’d use it for storage as well. She’d be tied in and won’t be able to talk even when you stop pounding her pussy.”

  Sam exhaled and sat back, hitting the armrest with his fist. Candy did say she was working several jobs to get by, and it wasn’t like she’d ever be suspected of anything with her cutesy smiles and pink stockings.

  “Who owns the building on paper?”

  Viper flipped through his book. “My mother’s cousin. It’s safe. She even has a different last name.”

  Sam gave them a slow nod. “Okay? Do you want me to bring her over?”

  Borg smirked. “Let’s just go pay her a visit.”

  Chapter 8

  Viper didn’t join them for the visit at Candy’s but instead went off to organize the details of the rental. Sam just sent Candy a quick text that he’d be coming over, and he and Borg were off. Sure, he’d been chosen because of his relationship with Candy, but it still had him feeling noble. He wasn’t an outsider but a full-on Coffin Nail, a brother to Borg, a man worthy of entrusting with sensitive intel. Borg must have been sure Sam wasn’t a rat if he was willing to have Sam in on the plan.

  The air swiping his body as he rode was a pleasant way to cool his head. He briefly wondered whether he shouldn’t have told Candy he was coming with another guy, but he didn’t want her freaking out that she’d be nailed to her own door.

  It took twenty minutes or so to reach the cheap apartment building where she lived, but as soon as they took their helmets off, Sam was starting to wonder whether she was the right person to be involved in this. The girl didn’t deal well with pressure. She couldn’t even keep her panties on if a guy came on strong.

  Borg distracted Sam from the grim thoughts as they walked up the concrete stairs in the summer heat. “This Samantha girl got another letter, so I opened it, and fuck me ... It’s a lawyer trying to contact her about a shitload of money she inherited.”

  Sam’s breath caught in his throat, and as he looked down at the grey surface beneath his shoe, it was almost like watching some artsy-fartsy slow motion moment. His pulse thudded in his ears so loudly he couldn’t focus. He should have chosen a different name. But hadn’t he always been ‘Sam’ anyway? He used to take comfort in the short nickname, even when his body hadn’t been nearly what he wanted it to be.

  “Yeah?” he asked, managing to keep his voice steady. “Did some filthy rich uncle of hers die?”

  Borg put his hands in his pockets as they strolled down the corridor. “Her parents died. And it looks like she’s the only living descendant. I’d like to be in her shoes. It’s two million bucks or something like that.”

  Sam’s throat clenched, and he wished he had a way to get out of here and be alone for just two seconds, but he couldn’t just ditch Borg in the corridor and tell him something got into his eye. Dead. They were both dead.

  As little as he cared about his parents after they so openly rejected him, they were still the people who offered him their love when he was a small child, when they could still dismiss him as a silly tomboyish toddler. How did they even die? Was it possible to find the information on the Internet?

  Then again, did he want to know? He promised himself he didn’t want to have anything to do with them. And the feeling was mutual since he had gone to prison. No contact, no letters, and no interest in him despite him being an only child. Fuck that money. It belonged to ‘Samantha’, and he would never choose money over his current life, not even for a second.

  Borg knocked on Candy’s door, and a second later, she opened up with a wide smile, all blonde curls, sparkly makeup … and nothing else. Naked as the day she was born, she screamed out at the sight of Borg and slammed the door shut. Her naked body, from the pink nipples through the tiny waist and bare pubic mound, became tattooed straight on Sam’s brain.

  “Shit,” he uttered, staring at the battered wood. That wasn’t a very good start to negotiations.

  Borg raised his brows at Sam. “Wow,” he choked out.

  Sam’s mouth spread into a wide smile. His girl was hotter than most of the piggies swarming their clubhouse. Hotter even than Gina, at least Sam thought so even if he’d never tell this to Borg.

  “Well, at least that was an open greeting,” he said eventually, hoping Candy would open up those doors soon.

  “She’s enthusiastic …” Borg muttered and scratched a scar on his cheek.

  “What is it?” Candy asked through the door in a tiny voice.

  Sam exhaled and put his palm by the peephole. “Hi darlin’. Are you decent? Borg wants to talk to you. It’s fine,” he assured her, looking into the single glass eye that gave him no feedback.

  “Oh, okay… I’m so sorry, Mr. Borg.”

  “Don’t worry about it, sweet cheeks,” Borg said with a smirk ghosting on his lips. Sam could bet his arm that Borg wouldn’t mind to see Candy flash her tits again.

  Candy slowly opened the door, wrapped in a short, leopard-print robe that had Sam staring at the expanse of tan legs, and he was gone the moment he spotted the stiff nubs of her nipples underneath the fabric. Still, his legs moved, carrying him into her small living room, with Borg trailing behind.

  “Sorry I didn’t tell you. It was a last minute thing that he came with me.”

  Candy nodded but avoided eye contact with any of them. “Yeah, sure. That was a surprise,” she muttered. “Would you like something to drink?”

  Sam glanced at Borg, unsure what to make of Candy’s behavior. She couldn’t still be embarrassed, could she? “I’m fine. You?”

  “I’ll have some milk if you’ve got any,” Borg said.

  Candy looked back at him and blinked. “Um … okay.” She turned around, and when Sam was already getting happy about seeing the bottom of her buttocks underneath the short robe, she bent down to reach the milk in the fridge, and both of them got a glimpse between her thighs, even if for a split second. Borg remained silent.

  Sam pushed his hands into his front pockets, trying to act normal. He’d seen that pussy already after all. Maybe not in such clear light, but still.

  “So, yeah, have breakfast if you want, and Borg’ll tell you what it’s all about,” muttered Sam, watching the pink folds disappear as Candy stood up straight.

  She nodded and poured milk for Borg before sitting opposite him with a cold pancake and fruit. As her breakfast disappeared, Borg explained their offer in the most favorable light. Her eyes grew with each of Borg’s sentences.

  “My own store?” She looked to Sam.

  He could only nod, taken aback by the twinkle in her eyes. It was as if she chose not to hear the part about storing drugs and having the club accountant do her books.

  “Yeah, you like that idea?” he asked, putting his hand over her wrist. It was so warm and slim. He just wanted to kiss it all over, all the way to those thin bird bones of hers.

  “I mean. Having my own store is my dream. I have ideas for branding, inspiration boards, and all that. But I’ll need to give it some thought, okay? I don’t want to go into debt.” She ate the last strawberry off her plate.

  Sam had no idea what an inspiration board was, but he stopped wondering about it the moment he felt her wiggle out of their grasp. “No debt. We just happen to have a building we don’t use, so why not let you have a go at that store idea?”

  “Does it even have a proper kitchen?”

  “I’m pretty sure it’s all possible to organize. The guys can help you with a paint job on the place. How’s it gonna be, Candy?”

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nbsp; Candy swallowed. “It’s very sudden. I need to go to work in a moment, and without the car, I need to get the bus. Can I have some time to think about it?”

  Sam’s gaze met Borg’s, and he slowly squeezed Candy’s hand. Did she want a quickie before work when he told her he was coming over? Shame Borg was here with them. Then again, he’d have to insert the erection rod into his packer, and what if she wanted to have sex in the sunlight? “I could give you a ride.”

  Candy smiled at him. “You would? That’s so sweet. You sure you have time?”

  Borg nodded and got up. “You’ve got until tomorrow to decide about the store, and we’ll only have this offer on the building for a while.”

  Sam nodded and trailed his fingers up Candy’s arm, sliding them over the smooth fabric of her robe. “Sure, I’m gonna enjoy that,” he said, already knowing he’d be stopping off at her diner to see her in her uniform.

  “Thank you for the offer. I’ll give it serious consideration,” Candy said, and to Sam’s shock, she got up and hugged Borg goodbye.

  He was as stiff as a tree, but that was probably mostly for Sam’s sake. “Thanks for the milk. When you decide, just tell Sam, and he’ll pass it on to me.”

  The moment Borg was gone, she turned around to Sam and punched his arm. The hit was so ridiculously weak Sam couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped his lips.

  “Why didn’t you tell me he was coming?” she hissed and walked off to the bedroom.

  “Hey, relax.” Sam followed her, amused that she’d been holding a grudge for the last half an hour. “Borg’s not like that. He’d do nothing to you if he knows I’ve got dibs on you.”

  Candy squinted at him. “What ‘dibs’? And it doesn’t matter! Now he thinks I’m some nympho.” She pulled her work clothes from her wardrobe and threw them on the bed.

  Sam chuckled and closed the door behind him, watching her lovely pussy emerge from underneath the robe as she bent over to spread out the clothes.

  “Come on, have you seen what some of the club hangarounds did at that party? You’re like a virgin in comparison.”

  “I was trying not to look after I got a flash of Red Jack’s ass,” she muttered and turned around to face him. “And you don’t get to see me change. You missed that opportunity.” Candy stormed to the door, but Sam didn’t move, staring at her with a half-smile.

  “Why are you so angry? You think Borg never saw a naked woman before?”

  “That’s not the point!” She shoved him toward the door, but Sam stayed where he was. “It’s how it happened.”

  Sam exhaled and rubbed his face in slow circles. “Listen, Candy, everyone at that garage heard us fucking. They know we’ve done it, so what’s your problem?”

  Her eyes glistened, but she said nothing, just turned around to her bed with an angry pout. She took off her robe in rushed moves, giving Sam a full view of her pert ass. That tattoo needed a cover-up.

  “Don’t give me that look. He probably doesn’t even remember that by now,” lied Sam, staring at the reversed-heart shape of her buttocks.

  “I just always end up in these situations,” she said, quickly putting on a pair of yellow lace panties and a matching bra. She was like this little lady cupcake that Sam wanted to swallow whole. Next to her he felt taller, stronger, more masculine. “I make impulsive decisions, and end up with a tattoo on my ass, and everyone thinks I’m some tramp.” Candy sniffed as she put on a tight white T-shirt with a poodle. “I’m just very passionate.”

  “Nobody said that.” Sam scowled when he remembered Red Jack’s proposal to share Candy and chose not to mention it, even if he wanted her to dislike Red. “Besides, it’s not like your body’s anything to be ashamed of.”

  Candy turned around and took the few steps to cross the room and hug Sam tight. She put her cheek on his shoulder. “You don’t think I’m easy, right?” Those pleading blue eyes looked straight into Sam’s.

  He didn’t really know how to respond to that because it had been very easy to woo Candy, but he shook his head nevertheless. One should never deny a beautiful woman the answer she wants. He smelled her strawberry-scented hair.

  Candy gave him a kiss on the cheek and backed away. “We can never have sex in the garage again,” she said in a serious voice and walked over to the bed to pull on her skirt and tights.

  Sam spread his arms. “I’m not dead set on it.”

  Candy sighed and stroked the creases on her skirt. “You’re just too cute, Sam,” she said as if it were a burden.

  “Sorry, not sorry?” he offered with a cocky grin.

  Candy smiled and ran her hand over his chest. “I get to ride on your bike today?”

  Tiny sparkles of lust stirred on Sam’s skin where she touched it, and he grabbed her hand. “I never say ‘no’ to a ride with a lady.”

  Chapter 9

  The roar of the engine. The wind pulling her hair back. The heat of Sam’s firm back and the scent of his leather vest. All this combined into one amazing experience on the back of his Harley. Sam’s machine was huge and black with a comfortable back seat and storage space on its sides. With Sam in charge, she wasn’t afraid of sitting back and just enjoying the ride.

  They arrived at the diner all too soon, but Candy was sure she’d get a ride from Sam again. Maybe they could even plan a longer journey, go on the open road and just … ride. She was free from Bastian and Goldy when she was on the bike with Sam.

  He parked his bike in front of the diner and dismounted, pulling off his helmet. He gave Candy the smile, one so charming and suave she wanted to kiss him then and there, but she didn’t want anyone from work to know about them.

  “So, what do you recommend?” asked Sam.

  Candy tried to get her hair in order. “Um, sorry, sweetie, but my boss can be an ass. I don’t want him making stupid comments.” She wanted to say ‘if he sees me with my boyfriend’¸ but bit her tongue. Would Sam consider himself that? Was she silly to get her hopes up?

  Sam raised his eyebrows. “Okay, go in there.”

  “But I’ll text you later,” she added quickly to soften the blow. After the disaster from two hours ago, the last thing she needed was Bert saying something along the lines of ‘oh, so that’s the guy you masturbated to’. She gave Sam a quick wave and rushed to the diner, already five minutes late.

  Bert raised his eyes from above a newspaper when she came in. He pulled the unused pipe from his mouth and frowned, shaking his finger at her. “Jolie, were you being naughty again?”

  She couldn’t help a little smirk. She was Candy now, and Candy was a bit of a naughty girl. Still, thinking about him checking her out on the security cameras made her skin crawl. “Me? Never.”

  Bert frowned but pointed the pipe toward the staff room. “Cheeky. That’s not very ladylike.”

  Candy sighed and disappeared from his sight to leave her bag in her locker. This was going to be a long day. She walked back out and went for the coffee machine to get things ready for customers.

  The bell at the door rang, as always when it was opened, and her eyes were automatically drawn to the handsome stranger entering the diner. Only the man wasn’t really a stranger. He wore a leather cut, a shirt that hugged his muscular chest in just the right way, and his short mohawk gave him that dangerous vibe.

  Candy groaned to herself. Sam just never listened to what he was told. She rolled her eyes and ignored him, but Bert was quick to point to Sam and snap his fingers.

  “Jolie, are you awake? Customer.”

  She sighed and looked to Sam, who sat his ass in a booth in a far off corner. Cocky bastard. Candy took her notebook and walked over to him through the empty diner.

  “Hi there, what can I get you? Some coffee?” she asked and raised her eyebrows.

  He leaned back and put his arm over the backrest, pulling her skirt up with his gaze. “Nah, tea’s fine. What should I order?”

  Her ears burned when she remembered the sexting they’d done about her pussy being the des
sert. She stepped slightly closer, looking into Sam’s grey eyes. “You could have our chicken burger.” At least that one was always made fresh.

  Sam nodded, and moments later, his boot brushed against Candy’s shoe, making her stir. “Good. What about dessert? Maybe some warm pie?” he asked in a velvety voice, his eyes never leaving Candy’s.

  She took a deep breath and leaned on the side of the booth with her hip to have Bert see less. “The strawberry pie is very warm and fresh. I can recommend it today.” Candy’s gaze lingered on the ink peeking out of Sam’s collar. It was the green flames that she could already feel scorching the edges of her underwear.

  “Can I get it with two nice, round scoops of vanilla ice cream?” asked Sam and winked at her.

  “You are out of line, sir,” she said quietly. “We don’t do that kind of service here.”

  Sam leaned over and grinned at her. “No? You just offered me some of your warm strawberry pie.”

  Sam had that cocky attitude she found so hard to resist. “I would never do what you are insinuating, sir. I only share my pie with my boyfriend.”

  “Yeah?” Sam discreetly reached out and pulled on the hem of her skirt. His mouth opened, and even though she wasn’t close enough, Candy sensed his breath on her skin as he spoke. “I could win you from him. He any good at poker?”

  “Is that all you can do? Gamble?” She pretended to scratch her thigh just to pull her skirt up for a second.

  “On top of the killing and extortion, yeah,” Sam said with a straight face.

  “Oh, I better be nice to you then.” Candy bit her lip, unable to take her eyes off Sam’s face. “Are you sure you know how to eat a strawberry pie? Should I get you a bib?”

  Sam chuckled. “Nah, I’m quite the expert at eating pie. Hope this one will be as delicious as the package,” he whispered.

  “Okay, I’ll go get that pie warmed up for you,” Candy said with a smile, and as she walked off a few steps, she dropped her notebook to the floor and slowly bent over for it, giving Sam an appetizer of a view. Just knowing he’d be looking made her insanely hot. She was wearing tiny, lacy panties under sheer tights so he’d be able to see a lot, and even if he wouldn’t, he’d make himself think he did.