His Possession

by Tory Richards

  With a bump of his hips Raze pushed me further into the room. Our movement seemed to break the mood and I was thankful to see everyone go back to what they’d been doing. We walked up to the bar where the bartender came forward to greet us.

  “Where’s Reaper?” Raze asked

  “In the back, waiting for you.”

  “Am I the last one to get here?”

  The bartender nodded, wiping a glass. The lack of patches on his cut told me that he was probably a prospect. Then he jerked his head, sending his long hair flying over his shoulder, revealing the prospect patch. I met his eyes, not surprised to see the mild curiosity there.

  “Sit.” Like a dog, I sat. I was beginning to get fed up with the way Raze was treating me, and would only put up with it for so long before I fought back. Guilt was a powerful emotion, it drove you to take a lot of things you might not normally take, but anger surpassed everything. Our gazes clashed. “I have church. You don’t move from this stool.” He looked at the bartender briefly before returning his gaze to me. “Rex will take care of you if you want a drink or something to eat.”

  Rex gave me a small smile and a nod, as if to say that I’d be okay in his hands. I watched Raze walk away, taking a deep breath to calm my nerves. Then I returned the small smile Rex had pasted on his craggy face, even though I didn’t feel like smiling.

  “You know about me?”

  “Yep.”

  “You don’t look like you hate me.”

  He shrugged. “You’re here, that means you’re gonna pay.” I winced at that. “Want anything to eat or drink?”

  I shook my head, but then changed my mind. “A beer, please.”

  After he set it down in front of me he busied himself with serving up drinks and cleaning glasses. Every once in a while he glanced my way, seemed satisfied with what he saw, and then went back to what he was doing. I sipped my beer slowly. It gave me something to do with my hands and made me feel less conspicuous. I glanced around cautiously, careful to avoid direct eye contact with anyone. I could feel the looks directed my way, but they didn’t linger. I was just glad that no one approached me.

  The door opened and a biker walked in. He was a big man like Raze, a little older with a touch of gray in his dark hair. He had the look of a man who’d seen it all, yet his expression was light-hearted and friendly. The fact that he wasn’t wearing colors told me that he was a nomad. He had to be a friend of the club to just enter their territory alone and unannounced the way that he had. Either that, or he was just that cocky.

  His sharp blue eyes scanned the bar, coming to rest on me. I quickly looked away, not wanting to encourage him to come over. He did anyway, and before I knew it he was sitting down on the stool next to me.

  “Beer,” he ordered, obviously talking to Rex. I sensed his interest, taking a sip of my lukewarm beer and praying that he left me alone. “You must be Raze’s woman.”

  I turned abruptly, meeting his eyes, surprised by his comment. “I’m not Raze’s anything.” The corner of his mouth turned up, indicating that he found my spirited response funny.

  Rex slammed a beer down on the counter. “Long time no see, Jace. What brings you here, man?”

  “Reaper,” Jace said, taking a long swig of his beer.

  Rex nodded and walked off, as if that explained everything. Jace finished his beer and got up, ordering another one before turning and walking off. He seemed to know where he was going as he walked down a short hallway and disappeared around the corner. I heard a commotion behind me, over the noise of the music, so I looked in the mirror behind Rex. Two women who were dressed like hookers had entered the bar through a side-door, clinging to each other and laughing loudly.

  It was clear that they were club women, like the two dancing on the bar top. They were easily identified by their heavily made-up faces, large fake boobs, and overall slutty ways. The bikers greeted them with pats on the ass and boisterous comments, which the women ate up. It was clear that they loved the attention. Both bottled blonds made their way over to where the other two girls were dancing.

  “CC and I are here to give you bitches a break,” one of the women laughed. She was already getting her groove on and shaking her ass.

  “Bout damn time!” a petite brunette said, jumping off the bar and into the arms of a waiting biker. “Brutus and I have an afternoon delight scheduled.” She squealed as he nuzzled his bushy beard against her and then ran the tip of his tongue up the side of her neck.

  The other dancer walked down a set of stairs at the side of the bar, whispering something in CC’s ear on the way by. CC stopped and glanced in my direction, while her friend continued up the steps. I knew that trouble was coming when her eyes ran over me and nearly bulged out of their sockets. The next thing I knew she was practically running at me.

  “Oh, hell, no!” she screeched. “So this is why he wanted my clothes? Take them off, bitch!” She snatched me off the stool and started to tug at my shirt. I heard the thin material rip and knew I’d be naked from the waist up in seconds if I didn’t do something.

  I hauled my fist back and punched her, knowing right away that a bitch-slap wouldn’t do anything but piss her off more. Club girls were tough, and some had fighting skills. She let me go with a scream and stumbled back into a table, getting the interest of the bikers sitting there. A quick glance around the room revealed that we had just about everyone’s attention now. Biker bars were notorious for drunken brawls, and every man loved a good cat fight.

  CC snarled and shot my way again, nails out as she aimed for my face. I grabbed her wrist and jerked my head back, grabbing her by the hair with my other hand. She screamed like a banshee, pulling her hand free and reaching for my shirt again.

  “Take my fucking clothes off, bitch, or I’ll take them off for you!” Another rip, more skin exposed, and I retaliated by kicking her in the shin. I knew my heavy biker boots could do some damage to her skinny leg. “Ouch!” She grabbed her leg as she fell against the bar. Spying a heavy beer tumbler, she grabbed it.

  CC was taller than me. As she brought the glass down to smash it against my head it took two hands to hold her back. The weight of her attack forced me to bend backwards and I knew I was losing ground. My arms trembled with the effort to keep her away.

  “What the fuck?!” It was Raze, and he’d come up behind CC. He grabbed her without hesitation, twisting the glass out of her hand and placing it back on the bar. At the same time I was grabbed and hauled out of the way. “You lost your head, woman?” he snarled in her face.

  “You gave that bitch my clothes!”

  From her reaction you would have thought that they were designer clothes. Other bikers had joined us, all of them big and scary and wearing patches that identified them as officers of the club. None of them looked happy.

  “Your fucking clothes were bought by the club,” Raze reminded her, giving her a rough shake before pushing her into the arms of a prospect who was standing close by. “I suggest you get back to shaking your ass up on the bar.”

  Raze’s gaze swung back to me, his expression as hard and unforgiving as the brothers he’d just attended church with. I could tell by the hardening of his jaw that he didn’t like someone else’s hands on me. Whoever was behind me must have drawn the same conclusion, because I heard a chuckle and then I was released.

  My gaze moved behind Raze, landing on the man I was certain had to be Reaper. Everything about the big man spoke authority and power as he stood there, arms crossed and legs slightly parted. His smirk didn’t make his face look any less handsome, in a rugged kind of way. Even with the scars.

  “I want to know what you did with my friend.”

  Chapter 8

  Raze

  Jesus fucking hell, she was standing there practically showing her tits to my brothers, worried about her friend when she should be concerned about her safety. Her nipples were hard as fucking rocks, drawing every brother’s eye there in spite of their dislike for her. She was a woman afte
r all, and new eye candy for them. CC was showing more skin, but she bred a familiarity that went unnoticed and unappreciated.

  I looked at Reaper. His eyes were on her tits, his expression slightly amused as he crossed his arms. “Wildcat? She’s my guest right now.”

  “If you hurt her−”

  “Enough!” I wasn’t about to let her threaten Reaper when I knew he had a fuse shorter than mine. I wrapped my hand around Rosa’s arm. It was time to make an exit. “You’re about to bite off more than you can fucking chew.”

  “Raze−” Rosa spun around to face me the second we were outside. Fuck. Her eyes were glossed over with tears just on the verge of spilling. “Marie is my best friend, she’s all I have.” She sobbed. “I love her.”

  Christ. This was the Rosa that would fucking do me in if I let it, and I knew that until she could see for herself that Marie was okay she wouldn’t let up. I shouldn’t give a fuck. I wanted to punish her, hurt her, so why did I want to put her mind at ease? Growling beneath my breath, I took her hand and pulled her toward the guest house. As we neared the cabin I saw it for what it really was, and readied myself for Rosa’s reaction.

  “I’ll give you a few minutes to talk to her.”

  She pulled back, eyes round with disbelief. “I thought Reaper said she was a guest.” I knew that she was referring to the bars over the windows.

  I snorted. “Don’t try to pretend you’re not wise to club life, baby. You know how it works. Or are you gonna tell me that Evil’s club didn’t have a ‘special’ place to keep unexpected guests?” That seemed to calm her, because she knew I was right. I opened the door, which wasn’t locked, and pushed her inside.

  I closed the door to the sight of Rosa and Marie rushing into each other’s arms. Shit. The unwelcome thought of Rosa rushing into my arms like that quickly faded. That was something I had wanted once, but that wasn’t something you wanted from your best friend’s little sister. Not if you wanted to keep all your teeth.

  I’d told Johnny how I felt about Rose when we’d been in a tight situation and it didn’t look like we were going to make it out. I’d wanted to come clean on some shit, he had, too, and we’d been ready to meet our maker with a clear conscious. Luckily in that circumstance things had worked out. Johnny had given me his blessing to pursue Rosa when I got out of the Marines.

  My feelings for wanting Rosa had never changed, but Johnny’s dying had made me re-think life in general, and what was good for her. By the time I’d come out of the Marines I was years older than her mentally, hardened and broken, and I didn’t give a fuck about anything. Joining the MC had saved me from myself, and had taken me on a different road that didn’t include innocent young girls.

  Her innocence had disappeared the day she sat in court and identified me as a killer.

  Shit. CC was making her way toward me, looking a hell of a lot different from the hissing bitch from a few moments ago. It was clear by her expression that she was going for a sultry, pouty look that would appeal to my dick. I’d used to fuck her on a regular basis, but hadn’t touched her since my release from prison. She was under the impression that she was the cure-all to whatever ailed a brother when she was really only a temporary fix. It hadn’t been her used-up pussy that I’d jacked off to in confinement.

  No, that honor had gone to the woman inside the cabin.

  “Baby.” She walked right up to me and draped herself against me. “I’m so sorry for the way I acted.” She tried to kiss me but I turned my face, feeling her lips brush against my cheek. “It’s just that I’ve missed you so much, missed your big cock. We haven’t fucked since you got out.”

  I tolerated her hand squeezing my dick through my jeans. “What the fuck are you doing out here when you should be working?” I grumbled.

  “I asked for a quick break,” she explained, doing her damndest to make me hard. It was working, too, only she wasn’t the one I was thinking about.

  I could tell the moment she thought she had me. She moved her hand to undo my zipper when I clamped my hand around her wrist. “That’s not for you.”

  She looked confused, and more than disappointed. Then anger lit up her eyes and her face, which was actually pretty when she didn’t wear all that fucking makeup. “Are you fucking her?” My glare reminded her that she was in no position to ask.

  That was the trouble with some of the club girls. If they hung around long enough they began to believe that they were more than just easy pussy, started to think that they meant more to a brother, and the old lady title was always the main goal. CC had been with the club since I could remember—always easy, always available, and her appeal had run out for me.

  She lowered her gaze, realizing her mistake. Her bottom lip came out, and her hand started rubbing my dick again. I was hard as a brick, but it was thinking about Rosa and sinking into her sweet, ripe body that did it for me. Fuck, why was I fighting it? I knew I was gonna deny myself what I really wanted, so why didn’t I just take what CC was so willing to offer? I needed to blow off steam, my dick needed to come, and he didn’t care whose mouth was wrapped around it.

  “You want me, baby,” she cooed, so sure of herself.

  “Get down on your knees,” I snapped. Her triumphed smile almost made me change my mind, but the ache in my dick was calling the shots right now. It wouldn’t take me long to come. All I’d have to do was close my eyes and imagine Rosa sucking it. As CC opened my jeans and reached inside to take out my dick the door to the cabin opened and a sharp gasp made me turn my head.

  Rosa stood there with a look of disbelief on her face. Her friend was smirking. CC, still on her knees with her face close to my zipper, paused from taking my dick out. The bastard inside me made me grin.

  “Nice,” Rosa hissed, her cheeks turning red. “We’ll go back inside so you can finish what you’re doing.” She turned, pushed Marie back inside, and slammed the door.

  I pulled CC to her feet, turned her toward the bar, and gave her a slap on the ass to send her on her way. “Later.” She didn’t like it, but that was just too fucking bad. Then I turned the knob and entered the cabin without knocking.

  Rosa was leaning against the wall, arms crossed beneath her heaving tits. Her eyes were angry and accusing. Marie, on the other hand, seemed amused over the whole thing, and I had to wonder why. She’d been taken against her will, hissing like a snake back at The Dungeon, until Wildman had clocked her. She didn’t look so scared or angry now. Maybe having Rosa here had calmed her fears.

  “So you’re Raze,” Marie said, drawing my interest. “Rosa’s told me all about you. It nearly killed her to tell those lies−”

  I pressed my lips and locked my eyes on Rosa’s. “Come on.”

  She shook her head rebelliously. “I want to stay here with Marie. She’s, ah, scared to be alone.”

  “I don’t think you understand,” I gritted between my teeth, walking to her. “Marie is a guest. You are not.” I snatched her away from the wall.

  “Why should it matter where I stay, Raze? I’ll still be here for you to punish. This way I won’t get in the way when you’re getting a blowjob.”

  “No, you won’t get in the way,” I said, snarling close to her face, “because you’ll be the one sucking my dick.” I dragged her over to the door. “In fact, it needs sucking now.”

  “You’re a pig!” she hissed, trying to dig in her heels. That was fucking easy to do in the biker boots she had on. “What happened to you?”

  I stopped abruptly and she plowed into me. “What happened to me? I grew up in a shitty home, Rosa, with a shitty bastard of a dad who hit me whenever he got the chance. I went to war and lost the best friend I’d ever had, while thinking about his little sister every fucking day. I joined an MC that gave me backbone and the family I never had.” I’d said the words so fast that I was breathing heavy. “I fucking grew up, Rosa. That boy you knew back then is gone.”

  We just stood there for a minute, staring at each other. Jesus, I was full of angst
and needed relief fast. My dick was about to burst right through my zipper. “Come on, I need a blowjob.” I was being crude on purpose. I didn’t want Rosa to get the idea that I couldn’t wait to have her mouth on me so I tried to sound as crass and uncaring as I could.

  “Over my dead body!” she promised, stumbling behind me. “I thought you just got one!”

  “Didn’t even get her mouth on me,” I said, “thanks to you and your friend opening the door when you did.”

  “Well, don’t let me stop you if you want to go back and finish what she started.”