by Khloe Wren
He chuckled at me. “If you’re happy to work every night most weeks, when you need a night off, just give me forty-eight hours’ notice and we’ll be sweet.”
“Great. Um, what was your name?”
He pointed to the patch on his vest. “I’m Nitro. I run this place, among other things. So, once Scout gives you the nod of approval, I’ll be your boss.” He frowned. “We started the conversation off all wrong didn’t we? I don’t have your name either.”
I held out my hand. “Felicity, but everyone calls me Flick.”
He shook my hand with a firm grip. “Nice to meet you, Flick. You relax and enjoy yourself tonight, then tomorrow night we’ll see how you go keeping this bunch liquored up.”
I tilted my beer at him before I went back to people watching. I’d gained a few curious watchers, but I ignored them all. Taz was the only male attention I wanted. I was here to work, not screw around.
CHAPTER 4
Taz
Nothing was fucking working today.
I’d woken early from another fucking nightmare, then when I’d tried to get back to sleep, thoughts of that chick, Flick, had me feeling more than a little uncomfortable. Damn woman was invading my thoughts all the bloody time. I didn’t like it. Not one bit. And she had my dick perma-hard. Seriously, nothing calmed the bastard down. Rubbing one out in the shower certainly hadn’t helped. Neither had flipping the water over to freezing cold.
Earlier in the week, I’d booked in with Silky Ink to get a new tattoo done this morning. I’d figured the nightmares weren’t gonna ease up until after the anniversary, at least that’s what normally happened, and I’d hoped the pain of getting some new ink might block out the memories for a while.
So, I’d spent most of my morning at Silky Ink, getting a piece added over my ribs. Hurt like a motherfucker and had worked at dulling the thoughts churning in my brain for a little while. But the moment that needle left my skin, I was right back where I started. It was like my brain only had two channels now, history and XXX-rated Flick.
Once I was through getting my new ink, I figured I’d get some club business done and headed out to see Old Gus at his gun shop and range. I’d started going out there soon after I arrived in Bridgewater, Texas about a year and half ago. It was run by an older bloke who was more than a little rough around the edges. Old Gus didn’t think too much of the Charon MC that I was now a part of, but he loved the USMC. So, when I’d first headed out there, I’d mentioned I’d been a sniper for the Marines and proceeded to prove how good I was with a few shots, I was instantly Gus’s new best friend. He loved it when I went out there. I suspected the old bugger sold tickets to his mates to come watch me shoot when he knew I was coming. Of course, since I’d been working on softening him up over the last five or so months, I just smiled and joked with whoever he brought around to observe me shoot at shit. Scout, the president of the Charon MC asked me to get in good with the old bloke so we could buy the place. Scout wanted the place under Charon control, and since I’d already been going out there, he gave me the job. It was no hardship for me, I actually liked spending time with the man. He didn’t talk much, but seemed to understand I had some demons chasing me without needing to ask about them.
And on a normal day, firing off a few dozen shots out there would keep me level. But not today. Even with the twinge of pain in my ribs with each shot, it still didn’t level me out like it normally did.
So that left me here at the clubhouse. It was late afternoon and my club brothers were starting to roll in for the night. The whores were already here and, as always, ready to go.
That had been one of the things that I’d loved about joining the Charon MC. There was always a stack of women hanging around that were wet and willing, and weren’t looking for any strings attached to their fucking. It had been nearly a year and half since Mac, Eagle and I had prospected into the Charon MC, and since then, all three of us had found our place here. Eagle with Silk, now Mac had settled down with Zara, and I’d discovered that burying myself in nameless, faceless pussy was a great way to switch my brain off.
It had all worked out nicely. At least until I’d met Flick yesterday. Damn woman. Even now my cock was hard for her.
Speaking of which, I needed to focus on getting that particular need satisfied. I strolled through the clubhouse, nodding and greeting a few of my brothers as I passed to the back hallway where the whore room was. This early on, there were still old ladies and kids running around, so all the sexual shit needed to stay contained to this one room. Later on, once it was just club brothers, the fun and games spread out throughout the whole place. It was a system that worked and everyone respected the boundaries in place. Because if a whore was out of that room doing shit while kids were still roaming around, she was gone and banned from ever returning.
“Hey, ladies. How we doing today?”
I thickened my Aussie accent, knowing how much they all swooned for it. I’d lived in the US since I was thirteen, but I’d managed to maintain my Aussie drawl. And man, was I fucking glad, because that shit worked wonders with the ladies. I grinned. Not that it mattered with these particular women. They were here for one thing: fucking a biker. The very definition of a sure thing. I could stroll in here and grunt and still have several of them on their knees, begging for my cock. But my mother raised me better than that, and I’d never disrespect her memory by being cruel or hurtful to a woman.
And because I gave the club whores a little flirting action, they fucking loved me and I got preferential treatment. Well, I flirt and I’m in here often enough they all know I’ve got the goods. My piercing seems to go over well, too.
“Hey there, sugar. You look tense. Need some help with that?”
I grinned as Tiffany plastered herself against me. As she mashed her tits against my chest they popped out the top of her corset, revealing how hard her nipples were around the metal through each one. I tweaked one roughly, knowing what she liked, and chuckled when her pupils dilated.
“I need it rough, Tiff. You up for that?”
She groaned, undulated against me. Then cupped my cock through my jeans, rubbing the heel of her palm firmly up and down my length.
“You know I love you rough, sugar.”
I wrapped my hand in her hair, tugging her head back until her neck was exposed to me. Leaning in, I nipped at her soft skin. She didn’t smell sweet like Flick. I shook that thought from my mind. Flick had run off like a little coward, so she had no right to ruin this moment. I focused back on Tiff, who was fucking perfect for what I needed tonight. She loved it rough. I’d taken her many times and knew exactly what buttons to push to get her motor purring.
I gripped the zip-tab at the front of her corset and pulled it all the way down. The thing popped open and fell to the floor, leaving her big—fake—tits out in the air for me. I spent a few moments twisting and tugging her nipples while I nipped along her jaw. Once she was squirming and whimpering, I tugged her hair, guiding her down.
“On your knees, luv.”
She slid gracefully down in front of me and didn’t need to be told what I wanted from her. My cock was throbbing for some attention, and thankfully, unlike my big head, my little one didn’t care who took care of it.
Flick
After a long, boring day of not doing much, I was more than ready to head over to the bar. I was more than a touch curious about what kind of man would be the president of a motorcycle club. Was he older or a younger guy? I got dressed in a similar outfit to last night—same short denim skirt, but tonight I’d gone with a tight black tank. It would hide any spills I might make serving drinks. I had on a red satin bra underneath and it peaked out if I over-reached. That should get me some good tips, assuming Scout let me work. I had no fucking idea what I was going to do if he said no.
Minutes later I was back in the parking lot of Styxx. The same big guy was at the door and he nodded me through again. Clearly a man of many words, that one. The place was nearly empty this
early and I went directly over to the bar, where Nitro was watching me with a grin as I came toward him.
“Here she is, prez.”
An older man sitting at the bar turned to face me and I was struck mute for a moment. This guy was seriously everything you think of when you think stereotypical biker. Long beard, which was more gray than dark brown, long hair in a low pony tail. A blue bandana was folded and wrapped around his head, and his face was that of a man who’d spent a lot of time outdoors. No wonder he was the president. He’d get the job on looks alone.
“Well, so she is. Evenin’ Miss Felicity Abbott. Care to come back to the office for a little chat?”
I stiffened and narrowed my gaze at the man. “I don’t mean any offense, but sorry, I don’t know you well enough to be going into an enclosed room with you.”
He chuffed out a laugh before turning back to Nitro. “Give the girl a drink, and we’ll be over in the corner. Tell anyone who comes in to leave us the fuck alone.”
With a nod and a smirk, Nitro got me a beer, the same brand I’d had last night, and set it in front of me.
“Follow me, Flick. We’ll sit in the back corner, that good enough for you?”
I lifted my drink and turned to follow him. “Sure.”
Sipping my beer, I took my time following him across to a table set against the side wall, toward the back. Naturally, Scout took the seat facing the door. Dammit. I hated not being able to see what was coming at me, but I’d have to suck it up for the next little while. Hopefully this whole interview thing didn’t take too long.
Scout cocked his head to the side and watched me as he took a deep drink from his own brew.
“You look tense. Don’t like having your back to the doorway, huh? What training have you had that gives you that particular instinct?”
Ah, fuck. Okay, so Scout might be old, but he was clearly as sharp as a tack. Dammit.
“My father was Army, and he brought his work home enough I learned some things. Apparently they stuck. I didn’t realize I’d given away I was uncomfortable.”
He gave me a smirk. “I was looking for it. I doubt most people would have noticed anything. I heard about the fun you had at the gym yesterday.”
Heat flashed across my cheeks and I cleared my throat. “Ah, what exactly did you hear?”
He chuckled at my embarrassment, but not in a mean way. It felt more like he was poking fun at me and seeing how I reacted.
“Mac tells me you got some moves on you. You handled his class like someone who’s done it all before. That’s a point in your favor for working here. It’s not often someone’ll step over the line with the staff, but it happens on occasion, and as much as I can guarantee you they will be dealt with if it does happen, that won’t change the fact you could get hurt. So, you knowing how to handle yourself is a good thing. Now, tell me about this old boss you’re running from. He gonna come looking for you loaded for bear?”
I blinked at him, my shock real. “Um, I sure as fuck hope not. Who would do that?”
He gave me a head tilt before he drank another mouthful. “You’d be surprised what some people will do to get back what they consider is theirs.”
“Well, so long as I don’t try to work in accounting, he won’t come looking for me. He’ll be happy thinking he’s ruined my career. He’s the kind of man who likes to ruin someone from sitting behind a desk. He’d never get his hands dirty.”
“So he’d hire someone else to come after you?”
I shook my head. “No, he’s not about physical damage. He believes true damage is done financially and to a person’s reputation.”
“Which I guess is why I have an accountant sitting before me trying to get a bartending job.”
I gave him a shoulder lift and took a drink. “Basically. So, have I passed this test? Or do I need to go look elsewhere?”
Scout’s gaze lifted over my shoulder a moment before he grinned at me, and stood. I followed his lead, standing from my seat. I desperately wanted to look behind me but didn’t want Scout to question me again about why I was so focused on my surroundings.
“You passed the test, Flick. And if you hear anything at all from that old boss of yours, you come straight to me understand? I’ll get him dealt with for you in no time flat. You’re working for the Charon MC now, that makes you club property and we always take care of what’s ours.”
I frowned. Property? I wasn’t so sure I liked that idea but I could deal with anything for a short period of time. And this was just like every other undercover assignment I’d been on, it would be over at some point and I’d return to my normal life up north.
“Um, sure. Okay, if I do hear from him, you’ll be the first to know.”
“Good girl.” He leaned in and kissed my cheek. His beard was surprisingly quite soft and tickled my neck and face. “This is gonna be fun.”
He’d barely finished whispering the words when I was pulled backward with a growl.
Instinct took over and in fast, smooth moves, I braced my feet, then grabbed the upper part of the arm that was now like a steel band across my upper chest. Using a judo move I’d practiced many times, I threw my attacker over my shoulder, onto his back on the floor in front of me.
“What the fuck, Flick!”
The hoots and hollers from the dozen or so men in the bar had my face heating. Shit. I hadn’t realized it was Taz who’d grabbed me. At least he’d missed the tables and chairs. Dammit. I needed to dial back my instincts or I’d blow things majorly here.
“You really shouldn’t grab people from behind like that.”
I moved to offer him a hand up but Scout beat me to it. He was laughing his ass off, but somehow managed to get a grip on Taz’s arm and haul him up onto his feet. Taz shook his head and stretched out his spine.
“I guess I should be grateful you didn’t drop me on my head and knock me out.” He turned to glare at the still-laughing Scout. “Shut it, brother. If you hadn’t had your mouth on her, I wouldn’t have grabbed her in the first place!”
“Why do you think I kissed her? The boys told me she had you in knots at the gym yesterday. Guess they were telling the truth.” He turned to scan the dozen or so men gathered around them. “Anyone get that on video? Because that was something I’d love to be able to watch over and over again. Marine gets handed his ass by a civilian woman. Love it.”
He walked over to the bar and most of the men followed him over there, leaving me relatively alone with Taz.
“I really am sorry. I didn’t realize it was you and my instincts sort of took over.”
He rubbed the back of his neck as he glared at me. “Those are some bloody strong instincts. Who the fuck are you?”
Shit. I didn’t want to lie outright to him, but I couldn’t exactly spill the beans here in the bar owned by the Charon MC. I moved to press myself up against his front, making sure my girls were pushing up, nearly out of my top. His gaze dropped down and I felt the bulge in his jeans grow bigger against me.
“How about you let me do my first shift here at the bar, then afterward we can go someplace quiet and I’ll explain exactly who I am and what I can do for you?”
His palms slid down my back until he was gripping my ass. His fingertips grazed the skin just beneath the skirt hem, making me shiver.
“You only got the drop on me because I was focused on Scout, not you. Don’t think you’ll be able to do that shit again and get away with it, luv.”
Clearly, I’d done all sorts of damage to his ego and pride tonight. I had a feeling his club brothers weren’t going to let him forget this for a long time. I leaned up and pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth. At six feet, I was only a couple inches shorter than Taz, so I didn’t have to stretch much to reach him. He stilled as I feathered a couple of small kisses to the corner of his mouth. A moment later, my back was against the wall and he had his mouth over mine, thrusting his tongue between my lips when I gasped. He pulled one of my legs up around his waist. My skirt rode
up so when he ground his denim covered dick against me, it was over my rapidly dampening thong.
“Yo! Taz, she’s supposed to be working the bar tonight, not you. You can play with her after.”
Nitro’s booming voice cut through the lust and once again, heat bloomed over my face. Taz was like my own personal catnip. I completely lost my mind and wanted to play whenever he was near. Fuck. I pulled my leg free and he moved back half a step. It was enough room I could pull down my skirt and straighten my tank and bra to make sure all the goods were covered.
“You’re mine tonight, Flick. Don’t try to run again, because I’m done playing fucking games. I will come after you this time.”
I swallowed past the sudden lump in my throat. I had no doubt he would chase me down. And part of me wanted him to. Fuck, I was in so much trouble with this man.
CHAPTER 5
Taz
I sat towards the back of the bar for the rest of the night, watching Flick. Who the fuck was she? I was a solid six feet two, and not so easy to move. Yet, she’d pulled some bloody stunt that had me flying over her shoulder before I knew what the fuck was going on. It was bloody rare for those kinds of instincts to come from civilian training.
Didn’t help she pulled it in front of Scout and enough of the others that word had spread and now most of the damn club was at the bar to see the woman who’d put me on my ass. I was gonna be copping shit for this for fucking months. At least no one was fast enough with his phone to catch it on video. Scout would have had way too much fun with that.
Speaking of the devil, the Charon president was heading my way with two bottles of beer. He handed one to me as he took the seat beside me.
“That’s one hell of a woman you caught yourself, brother.”
