by L. Grubb
“Why you wound up so damn tight today, Champ? She was just a club whore.” Cobra lights his own smoke and stands beside me staring out onto the street.
“It’s just this whole situation. She just didn’t help matters,” I reply, flicking my cigarette on the ground and stamping it out. “My blood is boiling for revenge, and I know there is nothing to be done about it just yet. It’s making me restless.”
I start pacing along the yard at the front of the clubhouse, rubbing a hand over my neck in frustration.
“You lads okay?” I hear from by the gates.
I turn slowly and see Trick standing there smiling at us. My veins pulse in anger at this bastard, but I take a few deep, calming breathes as to not lose my temper with him. The time isn’t right. “Yeah, we’re good. Just the club whores being damn clingy.”
Trick laughs aloud before saying, “And the problem with that is?”
“We have Old Ladies, and aren’t interested in the fake girls in there. Club whores aren’t everyone’s cup of tea. Plus, you never know who took a dip in their holes.”
I notice Trick visibly cringe at my statement. It wasn’t pleasant but it was the truth.
“Point taken. I need a drink. Catch ya lads later!” He walks passed us and in the club house, and I growl once the doors shut behind him.
“Calm it, Champ,” Cobra warns, glaring at me through narrowed eyes. “You’ll give everything away with your attitude today. Go back to your woman, let off some steam.” Cobra gives me one last look before walking through the doors, and once again, I’m alone.
What I don’t understand is why they brought Blade in for something that’s happening on the inside of the club. Usually, enforcers work with MC’s to help with issues on the outside. Not that I don’t like the guy, he’s all right. He’s great, and he’s always calm…which is scarier than a big ass biker when he’s angry.
I make my way out of the gates and start walking, passing shops on the high road. I notice an adult themed shopped and remember what Lauren said last night when she returned from her night out, so I head inside.
Walking out of the shop fifteen minutes later, I call a taxi on a number that the shop clerk gave me. Holding the gold carrier bag while I wait, I smile thinking of Lauren’s face when she sees what I’ve brought her.
Not even five minutes later, a black taxicab pulls up, and I hop in, telling the driver to take me back to the Ritz. I hope Lauren’s there because I want to give her these gifts so I can see the reaction on her face, and hopefully have some fun. I chuckle silently to myself as I watch Tottenham go by out the window.
After paying the driver the fare, I climb out to find Lauren walking through the snazzy spinning door thing. I have no idea what they’re called, but they’re pretty damn cool.
“Lauren!” I call out to her.
She startles and turns, a wide, gracious, smile spreading across her face. “Hey, you! You’re back early,” she says, walking over to me and throwing her arms around my neck.
I give her lips a few kisses before whispering in her ear, “I have a little present for you. You’re going to love it.” I bite her earlobe between my teeth lightly before licking away the sting.
“I’m intrigued. I do like a good gift. Let’s go.” She practically drags me to the elevator. As we stand and wait for it to arrive, she bounces on the balls of her feet.
“You’re like a kid at Christmas, do you know that?” I say to her, laughing softly.
“So? I love presents.” The elevator doors open and we step in, followed by a group of men in tailor-made suits and comb-overs. They nod their heads in our direction before turning and facing the now closing doors.
The silence is deafening, and the need to have Lauren consumes me. If these men weren’t in this elevator with us, I would have her pinned against the mirror and fucking her mouth with my tongue, but instead, we stand there in amicable silence, patiently waiting to reach our floor.
The dinging of the elevator and the robotic woman’s voice alerts us we have reached floor six. When the doors finally open, the businessmen exit without a word and the gold plated doors close in their wake.
Electricity between us has a charge crackling in the air, forcing me to take labored breaths to calm my growing desire.
Finally reaching our floor, we exit and head toward the only door on this floor. Once we have stepped foot onto the plush, beige carpet, she turns to me before I have even kicked the damn door shut.
“So, what have you got me?” Her eyes sparkle with excitement as she stands there with her hands folded in front of her.
Passing her the bag, I say, “I’m sure you will love this. I couldn’t help myself when I walked passed the store.”
She opens the bag and pulls away the tissue paper that covers the box before her eyes widen and a tinted blush creeps over her cheeks.
“What the hell?” she says, looking up at me with her eyes wide with what I can tell is embarrassment.
“I remember you telling me about your conversation with Alexis last night, and remembered you telling me something about you never having one. I thought, what the heck, and went and bought you one.”
“I’m not sure what to say. Thank you?” She says this as a question, and it makes me howl in laughter, her expression is priceless.
“I thought we could have a little fun with it before I have to head out?” I tell her, stalking toward her like she’s my prey. And she is.
Startled, she raises her eyebrows at me before her cheeks turn a deeper shade of red. “Seriously? You’re joking, right?”
“Why would I be joking, Lauren?” Now standing in front of her, I lift her chin with the tips of my fingers and kiss her tenderly on her soft, wet lips. Her body shudders under my touch.
I hear the thud of the bag hitting the floor before her hands snake around my waist, fisting my t-shirt in both hands. My hands go round her head to grip her hair, angling her to my liking.
Taking the kiss deeper, I hear her moan, and my dick pulses in its confinement. Not wanting to wait another minute to be balls deep inside her, I bend down a grab the bag.
I wrap my arms around her waist and lift her off the ground, and she wraps her legs firmly around me while her hands are locked behind my neck.
Taking long, quick strides to the bedroom, I don’t hesitate and throw her gently onto the mattress.
What I love about my woman, is that it doesn’t matter what the fucking weather is like, she’ll wear a sexy as hell dress that turns my dick into a bit of wood. Her dress has risen to above her hips, and her white, lacy thong covering her bare pussy is on display. My dick pulses with need, and I groan at the zip rubbing on my shaft.
Kneeling on the bed by her feet, I hold her thighs open and lean down, running my nose along the length of her mound. The sweet smell of her arousal has pre-cum leaking from the tip of my dick and sticking to my boxers. Fuck.
Leaning back on my haunches, my hands reach for the sides of her underwear, ripping them from her body.
“Oh,” she moans, her mouth popping open.
The smell of her wet pussy floats in the air in front of my face and has me almost coming in my pants. Sweet Jesus, her pussy alone will be the death of me.
“This isn’t going to be slow and gentle, sweetheart. I’m going to make sure you still feel me next week,” I tell her, once again approaching her groin with my face. I need a taste, a taste of heaven coating my tongue.
My tongue strokes her slit, once, and I moan at the honeysuckle taste of her juices flowing into my mouth. Motherfucking heaven.
Sucking her clit into my mouth, I nibble gently, generating a scream of pleasure from Lauren. Fuck yeah.
I rub the tip of a finger against her entrance, pushing slightly and rubbing in small circles. Her hips rotate along with me, causing the top of my finger to slip into her easily.
“Stay still, sweetheart. Just enjoy,” I whisper against her mound, my warm breath making her shiver.
She
stops her movements and grips the comforter, and her breathing can be heard, breaking the silence of the room.
“Good girl.” I continue my exploration of between her legs and lick, suck and nibble to my heart’s content. Having enough of the sweetness of her juices, I slam two fingers inside her, curling them to hit the G-spot, and she comes instantly, screaming my name into the room, her eyes rolling into the back of her head.
Kissing my way up her body, I leave my fingers buried inside her, pumping softly to keep her wet and ready for my dick to take their place.
I slam my lips to hers, forcing her to open up to me, letting my tongue slide over hers and let her taste her juices. She moans, as the taste of her pussy coats her tongue, and I harden more, my dick pulsing to be inside her. But first, it’s time for a bit of fun with a newfound toy.
Removing my fingers from her tight pussy, she whimpers with the loss. “All in good time, sweetheart.”
I quickly climb off the bed and go to the abandoned toy at the end of the bed. Ripping the box open, I hold the large dildo with one hand. Smiling, I test that the batteries work before climbing back onto the bed.
“Time for some fun, Lauren. Are you ready for new experiences?” I ask her, running the Rampant Rabbit up the inside of her right leg.
“Yes,” she mumbles, writhing on the bed in anticipation.
My heart beats faster at hearing her desire to try new things with me, my blood heats with the pleasure that will follow.
I rub the head of the generously large fake penis along her slit, spreading her juices. Without warning, I enter it inside her, burying it deep before flipping the switch. The buzzing is loud in the silent room, the volume of her moans increasing as the Bunny tickles her clit. I start thrusting the dildo fast and hard, soon bringing her another orgasm that visibly shakes through her.
“Liam!” she screams, her head shaking from side to side, her thighs clamping tight around the sex toy and my hand.
Once her body relaxes, I removed it and dump it on the bed, climbing her body, stalking toward her face with quick movements.
Coming face to face with my little sex princess, I kiss along her neck, inching my way up to her ear. “My turn.
I finally removed my dick from its confines and the release of pressure makes me moan quietly. Lining myself up, I don’t give her a chance to reply. I slam home, bury myself as deep as I can, and still to control myself. I do not want to fucking blow like a teenage boy fucking for the first time.
When I think I’ve got myself under control, I start thrusting, hard and deep, using all my muscles in the process.
Fuck me, this feels awesome. The heat and tightness of her pussy clenches tight around me making me moan effortlessly into her throat. She wraps her arms around my neck before her hands wonder over my muscled back. I thrust hard, faster and soon her nails are digging into me making me moan louder. Fuck. This woman has me by the balls and some. Her tight pussy is made of gold, and I’m fucking glad she’s all mine.
My hands move to her hips, reaching around and lifting her ass off the bed. It doesn’t matter how much I try, I can never get as close as I want, as hard and deep as I want.
“Holy crap, it’s deeper this way!” she shouts, her nails embedding themselves into my skin, making me hiss out. From pain? I’m not sure, but it definitely set my dick alight with newfound pleasure.
Tilting her hips a little bit more, I pull out almost all the way before plunging in hard. Her screams of pleasure fill the air, making my blood heat. The pulsing of her walls tells me she’s close, and I thrust faster.
Soon, she screams incoherent words into the air as her release coils her muscles tightly, her walls clamping like a vise around my cock.
Fuck me. I explode. My come shooting inside her. I still as the euphoria of my orgasm takes over. My jaw clenches as the pleasure goes on and on before I manage to roll off of her, and bring her close to my chest.
“That was fucking mind blowing,” I whisper to her, kissing her forehead.
“Damn straight. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you, Liam.” She sighs in contentment and snuggles closer to me.
I smile against her head as I hear her breathing even out. Closing my eyes, my mind races with what just happened and how much trust Lauren has in me. Drifting off, I picture Lauren’s hair fanning against the white pillows and her beaming smile on her face as I tease her. Life is just how I want it. Perfect.
We’ve been in London for a week, and I’m loving every minute of it. London is definitely a sight to behold. Today, Alexis and I visited the Tower of London, and it was fantastic. The artifacts and buildings had us looking around in awe. It was definitely magical. The guards were as stoic as I read about in magazines, not moving a muscle or making a single facial expression, even when we stood there making silly faces and making fools out of ourselves, not a hint of a smile.
Walking along the Thames now, ice cream in hand, we try to figure out why the Crusaders MC had to come over. We’ve thought up some ludicrous ideas, not one of them sticking out to us.
“I guess their club business bullshit will always be a mystery.” Alexis shrugs, licking her melting ice cream. She already has a drop on her pale blue blouse, which I point out to her. “Ah, shit.” She wipes at it, making it worse than it was.
“Maybe ice cream wasn’t such a hot idea.” I giggle, finishing the last of mine before throwing the used napkin into a trash can.
“Probably not, but this is damn good,” she says.
I shake my head at her, laughing softly.
We pass many people dressed as statues, standing solid on their podiums, unblinking. Some of them move when money is placed in the pots, and to me, that shit is scary. We quickly walk past, not giving them a second look. Gives me the shivers seeing them move when they look identical to statues.
Thankfully, the sun is shining with only a few scattered, gray clouds in the sky.
“Do you know what time the guys are back today? I need some lovin’,” Alexis says, smiling to herself.
“Not sure, club business and all that rubbish,” I reply, already grasping a word or two of British words. “I’m sick of hearing it, I know we can’t know what’s going on, but a little bit of an idea would keep my stomach from knotting, thinking about the danger they could be in.”
“I hear you, chick. I feel sick just thinking about it now.” She hangs her head and twists her hands in front of her.
I stop walking and stand in front of her. “Nothing is going to happen to them, they know what they’re doing. Plus, that Blade seems to know what he’s doing.”
“I guess. After what happened with the Hell Riders, you can’t really blame me for worrying.” She shrugs her shoulders at me before looking off over the Thames.
“I repeat, they’ll be fine.” I link my arm through hers and drag her along beside me. “Know what will be fun and will keep our minds off things?”
“What’s that?” Alexis asks, taking a sideways glance at me.
“London Dungeons.” I smirk, knowing she doesn’t like to be scared shitless. I’ve heard so much from friends about the place, and I’ve always wanted to visit.
“Um, that sounds pretty creepy…” she trails off, playing with a strand of hair with her free hand.
“Oh, stop being such a pussy.” I laugh.
Looking at each signpost for the right direction to head in, I feel Alexis trying to break the link between our arms.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
“Nowhere,” she mumbles.
I ignore her and follow the direction the signpost is pointing us. Time for some shits and giggles.
Once again, we’re sitting around the table in the Church room, this time with Blade leaning against the double doors with his arms crossed over his chest, one foot pressed back on the door.
“If we have Hell Riders over here, we can’t find them anywhere,” Chip starts off saying, scratching his head. Frustration is clearly written on h
is face, forming wrinkles on his forehead.
“Of course you won’t, they’re on the down low. With a rat in this place, he’ll be telling them all the shit they wanna know,” Mack replies, short of saying ‘duh’ in Chip’s face.
“We need to tail Trick, see where he’s meeting whoever it is he’s meeting with. These notes and stuff are happening daily now, and it’s starting to piss me off,” Mack says, looking directly at Prez.
Over the course of the week, and, apparently, before we got here, they had been receiving threatening letters, always signed with ‘unknown’. The threats are well described, making the strongest of men feel sick thinking about it. If these threats are carried out, they won’t be pretty.
“Okay, Blade and Champ, you tail him. We’ll all be on standby waiting,” Prez says, looking between me and Blade. “You see anything suspicious, call.”
“We’re on it,” Blade grumbles from his post at the door.
Great, I have to spend fuck knows how much time with mister happy over there. Aren’t I fucking lucky.
I stand, the chair behind me squeaking across the laminate flooring. “Let’s get started then. Anyone know where the fucker is?”
“In bed most probably. He’s a lazy twat.” Mack says, eyeing me from his post at the table. “Steak out his house.”
“Prez?” I say, I don’t take my orders from someone below the Prez. He’s the boss.
“As Mack said, son.” I nod my head at him and head for the now open door.
Stepping out, Blade falls into step beside me saying, “Who’s car we taking? Can’t take the bikes because we’d be too obvious.”
“Let’s take my rental, they won’t suspect us then. He’ll know your car,” I reply as we walk down the short hallway towards the main doors. “Plus, I’d prefer to drive.” From the corner of my eye, I see the side of his mouth lift in amusement. Huh, the guy can smile, who knew?
Climbing into my rental and closing the door, I immediately start the car and turn on the heat. “Is it always cold in England? It’s freezing.”
