Claiming Slice

by Eden Rose

  After I have finished with my routine, I take my phone out and text Noah. I know that I messed everything up with him and I feel like I need to make it right.

  ME: why don’t we make this a not so silent night?

  The minutes pass and there’s no response from Noah. I begin to panic a little and tears spring to my eyes. I did the one thing that my father told me not to do, that was depend on another person to make me happy and now I’m miserable.

  The kicker? It’s all my fucking fault.

  At the ringing of my cell, I jump clear out of my skin. It’s the ringer that I have set for numbers that are unknown or come across as private. I cringe as I think about who it could be.

  Maybe it’s Noah!

  “Hello?” I answer the phone. I look over at my windows and see that the pervert in the building across from mine is staring at me with a wide smile and binoculars.

  Loser.

  “Hey, baby.”

  Oh my fucking god! “What do you want?” I bark into the phone and wince at my husband’s harsh breathing.

  “Is that anyway to treat your husband?”

  “Jimmy, how did you get my number?” After I left the old city behind, I changed everything about me including my last name. I now use my mother’s maiden name in hopes of deterring them from finding me.

  He lets out a deep breath and then says something that send chills all down my spine. “How about you buzz me in. We need to get reacquainted.”

  I’m shaking my head and then I remember that he can’t see me. “No. I don’t think that’s a good idea. How did you get out of prison early?” He still had over two years to his sentence and there was no way he could have got out this quickly unless he paid someone off. “Who did you pay off?”

  “Jen, darling. For a hot girl who grew up in this life, you should know better than to ask questions.”

  “I don’t want to let you in.”

  He chuckles and then I hear something bang against the wall outside of my apartment. “All right, I’ll go. I’ll be back.”

  I let out a sigh of relief but it was short lived.

  “Oh, and, baby, you might want to close your blinds. Or better yet, play with your nipples a little. It’s been a long time since I got to see your beautiful body.”

  I hang up on him immediately and look around my apartment to see what I can grab. No! I’m not running away again because Jimmy’s a psycho. Just because he knows where I live, it can’t be that bad.

  Can it?

  SLICE

  These mother fuckers couldn’t take the smile off my face even if they punched me. Being with Jen was fucking fantastic. Her witty attitude and that smart mouth of hers makes me want to slide my dick through those lips until she chokes on me. Even if she was acting fucking weird.

  After coming home from a long day of dealing with strippers and all of their fucking problems, I’m really interested in just drinking. Then after I’m about halfway drunk, I have every intention on calling Jen to have her come over.

  The Kitty is my baby in this club. I’m the one that handles all of the day to day activities while making sure that everything is running smoothly. I’ve hired some amazing managers that take care of business if I get too busy. Lately the idea of being at a strip club, even one that my club owns, makes me feel dirty inside. Almost like I’m cheating on Jen or something.

  Having a woman around that I wanted to fuck more than once, is something completely new to me. Am I supposed to call her or something? To hell if I know. I’m going to let it shake out however it shakes out.

  “Are we ready?” Bic asks the room at large.

  Rabies, Flip, Mack Truck, Half Ball and several of the other brothers, are huddled around the pool table and betting on it.

  “Ready for what?” Rabies slurs and lines up his next shot. “Ready to get this pool game won so I can get some pussy!”

  Flip’s head shoots up and he shakes it back and forth. “Dude, you couldn’t get pussy even if you paid for it!” He taunts.

  “Ohhhh!” Half Ball chants and throws his hands in the air.

  Mack Truck and I both shake our heads with a chuckle. I know that Rabies has game even if the girls are not that attractive. Not my fucking problem though.

  Not all of them can be a Jen.

  Bic clears his throat while looking extremely bored. “It’s time to handle this shit with The Bear and put it all behind us.”

  Violence is typically in our nature. I’ve killed before, I’ve taken the lives of men while they have stared at me in my face. Killing is something completely different than beating the shit out of someone for what they did wrong. The gauntlet is for no games.

  All four of us nod, putting down our pool sticks and walking behind Bic. The rest of the brothers are already waiting for us with The Bear in the middle of the ring of people. He looks at me confidently just as he always looks at me.

  “All right, mother fuckers, listen up so we can get this done!” Bic shouts to be heard over the rumbling of voices in the small room. “You get one hit, and one hit only, to his torso. No face! If you hit The Bear in the face, you will have to run the gauntlet next. Are we all clear on the rules?”

  “Aye!” We all chant.

  “Uh, I would like to say something before we begin,” The Bear starts. He’s staring at the whole group of us with a cocky smile. “I don’t hold grudges and I’m fuckin’ so sorry that it came down to all of this.”

  I get why he did it. Don’t get me wrong by thinking that I support his decision. He felt as if he couldn’t trust anyone in the club enough to tell them why he hired an outsider. My problem? That he couldn’t trust any of us to let us know. We’ve been friends since I joined up and I have never shown him that he couldn’t trust me.

  My mouth opens before I even realize it. “I’ve got something to say to you, Joe,” I use his given name opposed to his road name for emphasis. “If this shit happens again, you’ll lose everything. You fucked us over by not coming to us and I, for one, am not going to forget it. You’ll take these punches and hear what everyone of us has to say about what you did.”

  Without giving him or anyone else a chance to say anything, I line up my fist to drive it into his stomach. The sickening sound of bones hitting flesh rings through the whole warehouse. I feel the knuckles in my hand crack and shatter to the point where my whole arm feels numb.

  Joe barrels over to ease the pain from my punch but I saw the hurt that bracketed his eyes. When he stands back up, he looks me in the eyes and nods his head at me. “You did good, brother. I’m so fuckin’ sorry.”

  With the Jack and Coke that I was drinking earlier before my summons, it has helped numb some of the pain in my hand. Not all, but some. I’m not drunk enough to believe that I won’t be feeling my hand hurting in the morning. Since my one punch is over, I walk towards the back to lean against the wall. My own pain shoots up my arm and then back down again to my fingers. I try to flex my hand but nothing is soothing it.

  Mother fucker.

  One by one, each of the forty active brothers line up to take their punch in the president’s gut. After the tenth punch, which happened to be Rabies, I felt the sudden urge to throw up. I’ve been on the receiving end of being punched by multiple guys and it doesn’t feel good at all. Joe’s definitely going to be feeling this after he gains consciousness again.

  Bic clears his throat and everyone in the warehouse shakes out of their fog. I can’t speak for everyone else, but my fog is giving me the ability to escape what is happening. My brothers are my family and I will do whatever it is to protect them. Having one of my brothers get the shit beat out of him, isn’t something that I like to fucking see.

  “All right! He’s had enough. Now, this is some serious shit. If any of you fuckers get the idea of doing what The Bear did, you’ll be iced. You get me?” Bic explains to the crowd. “None of what happened in the past can be brought up again. If you bring it up,” he looks around the room, “you will receive a wors
e punishment. The Bear is still our president and will be treated like one. Everyone fuckin’ understand?”

  “Aye!”

  “What happened?” Chantal screams and runs into the warehouse. She’s wearing pajamas that don’t cover much of her body and her hair is thrown up in this crazy bun thing. Chantal covers The Bear with her body to shield him from everyone and is trying to figure out what happened. “What the fuck happened?”

  Bic steps forward and places a hand on her shoulder which Chantal shrugs off. “This has nothing to do with you,” he informs her.

  “Like hell it doesn’t! Why did you do this?” She asks with tears in her voice.

  I need to get out of here because this is getting too real. The only place I can think about going is to Jen’s.

  JEN

  “Hello?” Chantal answers the phone sounding like I just woke her up.

  I have spent the past forty-five minutes pacing my apartment trying to calm my nerves but nothing is working. I found another picture on my car this morning and this one is the worst of them all. It’s of me and Noah in the act of doggy. It’s a hot picture, we look amazing in it, but I definitely don’t like the fact that Jimmy’s following me so much that he’s taking pictures of me.

  “I need help.”

  I hear the blankets shift on the other end of the phone. “What happened? Are you all right? Do you need me to come over?”

  My pacing continues. I’m holding onto the picture so tightly that I feel the paper abrade my skin. “Have you had a chance to go through the shit that I gave you the other day?”

  “Oh shit. Did he contact you or something?”

  I nod my head stupidly knowing that she can’t see me do it. “Yeah. He knows where I live and he knows about Noah, too. Fuck… I don’t know what I’m going to do.”

  “You said that you took money from your house… Do you think he wants it back or something?”

  “That’s what I need you to do. I need you to hack into the records and see if he’s broke or if he’s with my father.”

  “Maybe I should talk to Joe about this.”

  My skin begins to crawl at the thought of him knowing. “No! You can’t.”

  “Look-”

  I stop pacing to look out the window to see if anyone is out there. “He showed up at my house! Chantal, this is going to get bad.”

  “I don’t know… I will look further into some shit but a lot of its buried pretty deep. I’ll do it tonight.”

  “Thank you. I’m sorry for being a basket case.”

  “It’s all right. Joe’s out doing some shit with the guys and I was not invited so I’m looking through your info now. Talk to you later!”

  We hang up while I’m looking around my apartment to make sure that everything is locked and shut tight. Stop! I need to calm down or I’m going to go fucking crazy.

  *

  Bang! Bang!

  The pounding of fists on my door, has me shooting out of bed and reaching under my pillow for my gun. I’m not trusting anyone right now and I sure as fuck am not answering the door at two in the morning without protection. That’s like asking to be raped and killed.

  I grab my bathrobe off of the chest at the end of the bed. I put it on as I make the trek to the front door. “Who is it?” I demand and look through the peep hole.

  “Jen, baby. It’s me,” Noah says.

  I peer through the peephole and see his face in the hole. “What are you doing here? It’s late,” I remind him, letting him into my apartment.

  Immediately, my place seems so small with his larger than life attitude and body but there’s something different about him right now. “What happened?” I asked.

  He shakes his head and stalks over to me. Before I can question anything more, he’s pulled my tee over my head and throws it on the ground. I’m breathing heavy and so is he. Noah quickly kicks off his clothes until he’s naked in front of me.

  I look at the tattoos all over his chest and my mouth waters from it. He’s so gorgeous. His pierced nipples are erect, making his chest look bigger than ever.

  Noah picks me up by grabbing my ass cheeks. I wrap my legs around his waist to make sure that I don’t fall. My hands sink into his hair that is flopped all over his head and doesn’t look as well kept as it normally does. He’s walking towards my bedroom, which is the only room in here.

  “Where’s your bathroom?”

  My eyes meet his and I smile at him. He’s so beautiful, fuck. “Down the hall, in my bedroom.”

  The minute he enters my bedroom, he strolls with a purpose over to my bathroom. Noah throws the door open and sets me down inside the bathroom. “Shit, that’s a big tub for a little lady,” he comments.

  My shower is the reason why I got this apartment. I wanted a huge shower that had a garden sized tub, too. When I found this place, I immediately signed the lease and have been working my ass off for it this whole time. The shower could fit three people in there, easily, making it the ideal size for shower sex.

  I smile at him and wrinkle my nose. I know it’s a big tub, but I love it anyways.

  Noah turns on the shower and then runs his hands under the water to make sure it’s a good temperature. “Damn, your water heats up fast,” he murmurs before pulling back the curtain.

  “Uh, do you want to shower?” I ask him, standing here trying to figure out what the hell he’s planning.

  He just nods his head, stepping into the shower. The steam from the shower burrows out looking like a cloud from the top of the curtain. “Baby, come in the shower,” he croons.

  Like I could deny him when he’s being sweet.

  The minute, I pull back the curtain, he’s on me. My back is pressed to the cold tiled wall with his body covering my front. I fight to free my hands that are trapped between our bodies to grab his wet hair. I find the purchase that I need to hold him where I want him, guiding him to my mouth.

  Between the chap stick that I put on every night before bed and the heat from the shower, our kiss is frenzied and rushed. I use my hands to allow me to climb up his body, lining us up. His tongue thrusts into my mouth, tasting me and driving me even more crazy from lust.

  Our moans and groans echo through the shower.

  He rocked his hips through the cleft of my pussy, his silvery metal balls hitting my clit ever so gently. I open my lips and he invades my mouth with his tongue. With my hands grabbing hair, rubbing myself against him, I let out a frustrated groan.

  "More," I beg.

  He chuckles but gives me what I want. Noah slides me off of his body causing me to stand on my own feet with a stumble. I'm about to ask why he didn't just slide in, but my words are caught in my throat when he drops to his knees in front of me.

  "Hold on to my hair, baby. I won't let you fall."

  "What?" I question, my eyes blurry from lust and the steam from the shower.

  He answers me by tracing his hand gently down my right leg. His fingers dance down my leg making me shiver. Just when his fingers wrap around my ankle, I let out a plea. "Please, please, Noah!" My head thrashes from left to right.

  My ankle is draped over his shoulder opening me up to his greedy gaze. He kisses and sucks the tender flesh of my thigh until he reaches my pussy. I squeeze my eyes shut and sink my teeth into my bottom lip.

  I feel his hungry mouth close around the lips of my pussy while his tongue swipes through my lips. “Oh!” I moan. I’m spread wide open for him and I love it. I love the way he’s licking my pussy as if he can’t get enough.

  It makes me feel wanted. Needed. Adored.

  Those are three things that I have never had in my life.

  Noah’s tongue circles my clit over and over until I’m shaking from reaching for my orgasm. It’s right in front of me, my orgasm. “More!” I yell. I need more.

  I push my hips closer to his mouth to get more from his mouth. His lips latch onto my clit making me scream out in ecstasy. That was exactly what I needed to unleash the tidal wave of my pleasure.
My stomach heats up, my back spasms, my toes curl. Every part of my body is tightened due to the sensations of his mouth. “Fuck!” I chant just as the crest of my orgasm crashes through me.

  My body shakes and trembles against his mouth. I know he knows that I came, but he hasn’t given up driving me closer to another orgasm. “No! No more!” I beg and try to climb up the wall so he can’t get to me. It doesn’t work. My body is violently shaking.

  Noah unlatches my clit and comes up for air. The look on his face shows me that he’s not convinced that I’ve had enough. “You’re a little liar. You know you’ve got more in you. I can see it in your eyes. Give me one more and I’m going to fuck you into next week.”

  He doesn’t wait for me to respond, but then again he never has. Two of his fingers invade my pussy hole and thrust themselves in and out of me while he attacks my clit again. I don’t know if it’s a continuation of my orgasm from a few minutes ago, but I’m already nosediving into another one.

  My body is strung too tight and I feel as if I could snap at any moment from too much pleasure. I groan his name and sink my teeth into my bottom lip until I taste the metallic taste of blood.

  “That’s it,” he taunts around my clit. The timber of his voice has me riding out another orgasm.

  “Fuck! Fuck!” It’s only a few more sucks on my clit, a few more thrusts from his fingers until I have reached my zone. Tears are leaking out of the corner of my eyes and rolling down my face with the water from the shower.

  SLICE

  There has never been a woman as beautiful as Jen. Hell, there’s never been anything as beautiful as her face when she lets go.

  With her pulsating clit still in my mouth, I let go of her and kiss up her body. “Damn, baby. That was so fuckin’ hot,” I murmur against her belly button.