Claiming Slice

by Eden Rose

  “Baby, do you have everything you need?” Noah asks me for the fifth time in six minutes.

  Joe asked me about three weeks ago how I would feel about he and Chantal getting engaged. He didn’t promise me that he would go through with the wedding but he said that he wanted something more concrete for their relationship. Chantal and I have discussed in detail how Joe doesn’t like commitments or anything. Today he’s going to propose to her at the clubhouse where I’m decorating everything.

  I smile at my man while he worries about stupid shit that doesn’t matter. I’ve already checked and rechecked my trunk of the car to make sure that everything is in there to decorate. Chantal won’t be there for another hour or two which leaves me enough time to decorate. “Yes, Noah,” I placate him.

  Since I have turned around to grab my keys, I didn’t feel him sneak behind me until his open palmed hand lands on my ass cheek with a whack! “Sassy girls get spanked and get a big dick shoved down their throats,” he chastises.

  Rubbing my stinging ass cheek, I look over my shoulder to see him grinning at me. “Now you are just making me want to be sassy!”

  The front door opens and slams suddenly making Noah reach behind him to grab his gun. He’s got it aimed at the person coming through the door but I recognize that pink hair anywhere. “Stop!” I cry out.

  “Don’t you know not to come bargin’ into a man’s house with his pregnant woman?” Noah barks at Chantal.

  Normally, Chantal looks beautiful with her hair all perfect and her makeup on point, but today she looks tired. “What happened?” I ask her while wrapping my arms around her slender shoulders.

  She bursts out in tears soaking my shirt all the way through. “I think Joe is cheating on me! He hasn’t been around lately and he’s been taking secret phone calls. It’s fucking insane! One minute he’s all over me and now he can’t even look at me in the face without turning away.”

  “And that’s my cue to leave. Baby, don’t forget we need to go to that… uh, thing,” he says discreetly. Or at least trying to.

  “Oh shit!” My friend cries out. “I’m so sorry that I ruined your plans. Uh, I’ll just go.”

  “Get your fucking ass over here and tell me what the hell is going on,” I bark at her. Inside, I’m counting the minutes until I have to leave to get that decorating done.

  Noah ducks out of the room and runs to the safety of our bedroom in a matter of seconds. Chicken shit. I’m so going to make him pay for this.

  “I don’t know… It’s weird. It’s like he’s keeping shit from me.”

  “He’s a president of a motorcycle club, of course he’s keeping shit from you. Have you spoke to him about it?” I ask her gently.

  “Yeah… well, no.”

  I cut her off before she can map out some crazy plan that Joe is cheating on because I have to go and set up her party! Fuck. “How about you go home and get changed. Maybe do your hair and put some makeup on. Things will seem better by then.”

  She gives me a look that tells me she’s not buying it but gets up anyways. “Fine. I guess I will go home. Seems as if everyone is keeping secrets from me for some fucking reason.”

  My mouth opens but I immediately shut it because I’m too tempted to tell her what’s going on. “Just go home, Chantal. You’re being fucking stupid.”

  Chantal smirks at me and then looks down at her petite body. “Yeah, I guess so.”

  The minute she leaves, I’m running around the house trying to gather everything that I need for the party. Once I have my purse, water bottle and fan, I’m running out the door to the awaiting car. Noah’s sitting in the driver’s seat because he left his bike back at the clubhouse. He got too drunk last night to drive it home.

  I throw open the passenger side door and drop onto the seat. He’s looking super sexy in a crisp black shirt with his cut hanging over his muscular shoulders. Plus, his jeans are hugging his thighs in that way where I need to squeeze mine together to ease the ache that is starting.

  “How much?” I ask him with a wink.

  Because Noah is one step ahead of me, he smirks. “I don’t think you could afford me.”

  “How much for an orgasm for me?” I suggest with a smile. It’s so hard to be serious with him all the damn time. He’s too fucking cute to be pissed.

  “I still don’t think you can afford it,” he says with an oh-shucks attitude.

  “Well, I won’t know if I can or not if you don’t tell me.”

  He pulls out of the driveway into the main part of the street to get to the clubhouse. He’s inching along the road slower than normal. “It will cost you… Well, for you, I might be able to work out a deal. How about you reach into my cut pocket. There’s something in there for you.”

  “Really?” I blurt and immediately lean over the center compartment to reach into his pocket. “What the hell is this?” I demand once my fingers brush against a velvety feeling box.

  “Open it and find out,” he suggests.

  “If it’s a keychain or a money clip, I’m going to kill myself and I’m taking you with me!” I huff out. When I pop open the lid of the box, once it’s in my hands, I cry out. Seated into the pillows, is a beautiful cushion cut blue diamond ring. Surrounding the two-carat diamond (it must be at least two carats because it’s huge) is little diamonds.

  I didn’t even realize that he had stopped the car until he’s unbuckling my seatbelt and dragging me over to his lap. “Jen, I know that we have a bumpy road ahead of us, but I’m asking for you to be all in with me.”

  My mind whirls with emotions but I’m nodding my head in agreeance. “Yes! Yes!”

  Noah cups my face in his hands to crush our lips together. It’s a desperate kiss that’s full of promise and naughty fantasies that we’re going to act out later. My mouth opens willingly for him to taste my kiss and I take advantage of his tasting him as well.

  My eyes begin to brim with unshed tears that are threatening to fall if I don’t say what’s on my mind. The truth is, I’m already married. I can’t be married to two people at the same time. “What are we-”

  “Shh, let me worry about all of that and you just worry about taking care of our little girl. In case you didn’t know,” he informs me against my lips. I lick my lower lip and trace his as well with the tip of my tongue.

  “Know what?” I ask totally transfixed.

  “This means you’re my ol’ lady and we are all in. No more running and trying to hurt each other. I’m not going to give you my dick until you promise.”

  I gasp out loud. “Only you could say something kind of sweet and romantic but turn it dirty. You horny bastard.” I gyrate my hips against his only to feel his dick hardening from it. “Seems like someone doesn’t need to hear the words.”

  Thankful for wearing a skirt, I push my underwear to the side so he can see my piercing sticking out waiting for attention. After unzipping his pants, I take his dick out and slap the head against my clit. “Doesn’t that feel good?” I taunt while opening my hazy eyes.

  “Fuck yeah. Don’t distract me with your sexiness.”

  I giggle then whisper in his ear: “I’m all in.”

  It’s frantic but so sexy. He’s got his hands holding my hips up off him so he can line himself up with me and then he impales me with his dick. I scream out with the intrusion because it’s too much.

  Noah thrusts up to meet me with each of my wiggle against him to get him in even deeper. “Fuck,” he screams.

  My back flies against the steering wheel making the horn start to beep. I giggle but I’m too lost in what is happening to give a shit. “You feel so good,” I murmur. “So fucking good. Damn!”

  “I’m going to come. Say you’re there. Fucking say you’re going to come,” he taunts me.

  My answering him is a scream that is ripped through my chest from flying too high to the sun. I collapse against him in a heap of sweaty and panting mess. “Did we just come at the same time?” I ask.

  “Something
like that.”

  SLICE

  My girl puts on a good party, that’s for sure. Now that I know she’s officially mine and we can stop with all the bull shit that’s keeping us apart, I need to find Jimmy. He’s got two bullets of my Glock waiting for him.

  “Will you marry me?” The Bear asks Pinky in the middle of the club.

  There are twinkling lights that cover the backyard. It’s been completely transformed from a biker’s clubhouse to something out of a romantic movie. Most of us guys are bitching about how it’s ruining our style. Hell, I am too.

  “Yes!” Pinky screams and jumps up and down.

  The Bear picks her up at the waist to spin her around the courtyard. It’s a quick spin because we all heard what just happened outside of our gates.

  “Everyone get down!” Someone yells from the outside perimeter.

  I have my eyes on Jen the whole time that I’m running towards her to cover her with my body. There’s a loud bang in the front of our property with a bunch of yelling from men. My hand reaches behind me to grab my Glock to be ready for anything that’s about to happen.

  “Shh, don’t say anything, baby,” I whisper to Jen in her ear. She’s sobbing underneath me but I’m not moving to console her any more than I am right now. Any sudden movement can tip the intruders off.

  Another bang and a plume of smoke filter into the back yard making all of us guys anxious. I look over at the president and see his eyes are trained at the gate. Knowing that it’s my turn to do what I’ve been taught all along, I stick a finger in the air and then spin it. The prospects come running out of the clubhouse to grab the women.

  Jen cries out when she’s taken from my arms but I place my finger over my lips to keep her quiet. “I love you,” she whispers to me before leaving me in the middle of a battle ground.

  My heart stutters a little as I try to process what she just said. She loves me? What the fuck? When did that happen?

  Now is not the time!

  Our gates are kicked open and a bunch of men in leather come waltzing in to our party. “Nice digs you got,” Jimmy says with a snarl on his face.

  We get off the ground and meet him in the middle. Each of our guns are cocked and ready to be pulled as soon as it’s needed making it seem like we are in an old-fashioned standoff.

  “What the fuck are you doin’ on my property?” The Bear growls. “You’re not welcome here.”

  Jimmy places a hand over his chest in fake concern. “I really don’t give a shit. Give me what’s mine and I’ll leave.”

  “You’re not taking Jen anywhere with you, asshole!” I bite out. Like fucking hell he’s going to take Jen from me.

  He aims his gun at me. “What do we do to men who fuck married women?” He asks one of the idiots that’s standing next to him in a leather cut. “And what do we do to people that steal money from us?”

  “We fuckin’ kill them.”

  There’s another man that’s with him that has gray hair and a look of dread on his face. “Jennifer!” He calls. “It’s your dad.”

  My body kicks into over drive. “You’re a fucking piece of shit! Stay away from my woman.”

  “Your woman?” Jimmy barks out. “Maybe I need to kick your ass like I did the last time.”

  I shrug him off and face Jen’s father. I aim my gun at his head. We’re staring at each other in the face right now but I already know I’m going to shoot the asshole before he can shoot me. “You let your daughter get raped by your associate. You let her get married to a fucking hit man? What kind of man does that? I can promise you that my daughter won’t ever have to worry about this bull shit. Say good bye to your daughter,” I tell him right as I squeeze the trigger of my gun.

  I hear the tick of the gun but I’m quicker. There’s a series of shots ringing out in the standoff but it all comes to an end when I hear a female scream. I look over to the left of me and see red hair flying through the air. “Britney!” I yell at her.

  Mack Truck and Flip give up their positions and run towards Britney. I focus on the man that’s created all this mess. I shoot him in the knee first with a satisfying blow. He hollers from it. Yeah, but I’m not done.

  “You’re a piece of fuckin’ shit that doesn’t deserve Jen,” he hisses at me with pain lacing his words.

  “Maybe not, but I’m more of a man than you. Want to know why? I don’t have to rape the woman I love to be with me. I’ll see you in hell,” I say to him before aiming the gun at his head.

  “You’re never going to be enough,” he tells me while sprawled out on the grass. “She’s not going to want to be with some biker trash that’s nothing. No, Jen is a mafia princess. She’s a hitman’s daughter, for Christ sakes! You better sleep with one eye open. I’m comin’ back for her and I won’t stop-”

  I don’t think, I squeeze the trigger and breathe a sigh of relief when his body stops moving against the ground. Finally, I have ended Jen’s nightmare.

  Now, a new nightmare is about to happen. Mack Truck and Flip are going to face the hardest thing they have ever had to face: each other fighting for the girl they love.

  THE END

  Thank you so much for reading Claiming Slice. This book took me a lot longer to write than my others because I wasn’t sure what Jen and Slice wanted. I hope you loved it. Please consider leaving me an honest review on your preferred website. Those are like hugs for authors.

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