Bad Idea

by Lily Harlem

  Chapter Two

  Heavy

  I poured a tumbler of JD and knocked it back in one gulp. “Ahh…” I gritted my teeth and poured another, looking forward to the alcohol hit.

  Trigger took the bottle from me and helped himself. “Time to relax, boss, you’ve been up to your neck in it all week.”

  “Yeah, tell me about it.” I took a seat to the right of the drinks area we’d rigged up.

  We’d been banned from all the bars in the area ten years ago, so our only option had been to make our own. It suited me fine, meant we could have drinks and smokes and loud music whenever we wanted, but more importantly we could discuss club business without having to worry about nosy bastards hanging around.

  Having noticed the meeting was over, several of the guys’ women wandered in. They all kinda looked the same. Long thin legs, tight asses and tits that were either not quite a handful or too much of a handful. They all smelled nice, though, and were willing to spread for me whenever I needed them to—which wasn’t very often but I had to keep up my image.

  “So what do you reckon about Junk?” Trigger asked, dragging a chair up and spinning it the wrong way.

  “What about him?” I frowned.

  What the fuck was Trigger on about?

  Trigger sat, his elbows on the chair back and his legs apart. He swirled the amber liquid in his glass. “He’s flighty. Head in the clouds.”

  “He’s an insolent shit who needs his ass kicked into next week.” I grunted and tried not to think of Junk’s ass and all the things I’d really like to do to it.

  Kicking it into next week wasn’t one of them. Striping it with my belt, seeing it glow with the shape of my handprints, his skin hot and trembling, his hole prepped and ready for me—that I could live with.

  One of the girls walked past, a new one, I didn’t know her name. She smiled at me, a flirty, do-you-want-some smile. I shoved away the images in my head of Junk bent over—tied, blindfolded, gagged and willing, oh so fucking willing—and patted my lap.

  Her smile brightened and she dropped her bony ass onto my thighs.

  “Hey, sugar,” I said, wrapping my hand around her skinny waist.

  Trigger half grinned—he had a scar on his cheek and it distorted the skin when he smiled. “You met Rose?”

  “Nah, you new around here?” I asked her.

  She batted her eyelashes, which were strangely unreal and long. “Been around for a while. Dee’s ma sister.”

  “Ah, okay. Good to have you.”

  She giggled. “You haven’t yet.”

  I stroked my tongue over my bottom lip and waggled my eyebrows. Pussy wouldn’t do it for me tonight. I needed ass, hot, tight male ass to be precise.

  I’d had an idea—hours on the road did that to a man—and found a place several miles away that Junk and I could use. It was a motel with a new owner and all one-story hidden from the road by dense trees. We could use it once without too much risk, especially if I got the key and Junk met me in the room unseen.

  I just needed some alone time with him to discuss the details of the plan.

  As I was thinking about my sub, he stepped into the room. His gaze landed on me, the way it always did, the way I’d warned him about in the past. Once, I’d taken a rope to him until I’d feared he’d safeword. The punishment had been for looking at me like he wanted to undress me. The guys would cut off our cocks and chase us out of the state if they knew the truth.

  But would he ever learn? Sometimes I wondered if he sought out punishment. Not that I minded giving it.

  I studied his blue eyes—they were almost pretty, for a guy—and I knew he wasn’t happy that I had a woman on my lap. It was the way they were narrowed, and the vertical line that had appeared between his eyebrows.

  I scowled. It was tough and he’d have to deal. I was playing a role, this was what was expected of me. And if Junk didn’t like it then he could take a hike. In fact, maybe I’d fuck her just to prove that I could.

  Junk walked past me.

  I ran my hands into Rose’s hair and yanked her head back.

  She gasped.

  Sticking out my tongue, I ran it up the inside of her neck, sampling the perfume on her skin. It smelled sweet but tasted bitter.

  She squirmed and giggled and clung to my T-shirt.

  I had a sudden urge to push her off but resisted. That would look too weird.

  Trigger chuckled. “She tastes good all over.”

  Which meant he’d already had her. Not that it bothered me. What bothered me was Junk’s face as he swigged from a bottle of beer less than six feet away from me.

  He wanted me to yank his hair, run my tongue over his body. Hold him down, do what I needed to do and make us both come so hard we almost passed out.

  And he’d get it, later.

  “Hey, big boy, you wanna go somewhere quiet?” Rose asked in a breathy voice.

  “Yeah, give me a few with Trigger first, though.” I released her hair and pushed her to standing. “Go mingle, I got a bit of business to catch up on.” I slapped her ass.

  “Oh!” She giggled again.

  “She’s almost as good to ride as a Harley,” Trigger said, not caring that Rose was still within earshot.

  “Got it in the genes, those sisters.” I laughed.

  Out of the corner of my eye I could see Junk watching me. I’d give him hell for this. Griff was standing next to him, going on about God knows what—could talk anyone to sleep, that one, when he got going.

  Junk looked away and put the bottle of beer to his lips. He took a deep slug, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed.

  Damn, his profile was beautiful. Not like mine. Junk’s nose had survived numerous fights and was poker straight, his lips were soft and plump and he had a strong brow and jawline. He was popular with the ladies, a Brad Pitt lookalike they said, with dark hair. Well, perhaps a gay Brad Pitt.

  “I reckon this deal will do for a while, but Ray ain’t gonna stick with it for long. Some shit will go down and we’ll get the blame. It will all fucking blow up then.” Trigger shook his head.

  “Yeah, I know, but it’s the best outcome, considering.”

  “Still got the sheriff playing ball?”

  “Of course.” I necked the rest of my drink.

  Rose was moving around the room. She flicked her hair over her shoulder and licked her lips. She was a woman on the lookout for a biker. She wanted to hook up with someone and get into the gang, the way her sister had with Nutsac.

  I’d be her ultimate prize but surely Dee had told her the boss would never let an outsider be matriarch, she’d have to hang around for years for that to happen. Which luckily gave me years of single freedom.

  She walked up to Junk, a smile playing with her lips.

  A knot tightened in my belly. Jesus. I knew what she was doing. If she couldn’t get top dog, she’d go to the bottom of the pecking order.

  Junk.

  Which didn’t suit me one bit. He was mine. Mine to touch, kiss, fuck.

  “Hey,” she said, fluttering her eyelashes and squeezing in close to him at the bar.

  “Hey,” Junk said, not moving away and if anything leaning closer.

  I frowned and tipped my head as though listening intently to Trigger. He was rambling on about the Texans’ history with the Roughneck Riders.

  “What you doing, Junk?” Rose said, sliding her finger down Junk’s arm, her long red nail pressing against his skin.

  “Just chillin’,” Junk replied.

  “Maybe we could heat that chill up,” Rose said, her lips only a whisper from Junk’s.

  “Yeah, maybe.” He kind of glanced my way, but it was more of an eye movement than anything else. “What you got in mind?” he asked.

  “A bit of this, a bit of that.” She reached for his groin a
nd through his jeans squeezed his cock.

  He pulled in a sharp intake of breath. His body flinched and he moved back slightly.

  Rose didn’t appear to notice.

  I did, but only because I was so used to his reactions to touch.

  “Oh, you’re ready for action,” she said, pressing her tits against him. “Shall we go find a room back there?” She nodded at a door on the left.

  Junk grinned, still chewing his gum, and cupped her ass, pulling her closer. “Yeah, let’s do that.”

  Fucking bastard. What the hell was he thinking? He was mine and he knew it.

  Trigger was counting on his fingers the number of Texans’ deaths there’d been in the last three years. I wasn’t listening.

  “Mmm, come on then, big boy, let’s have some fun,” Rose said, her chest rising and falling against Junk’s.

  He lowered his head.

  He wouldn’t. Would he?

  I held my breath as Junk set a hard, fast kiss on Rose’s lips. It looked real. It suggested some serious fucking was gonna happen soon. It made my blood boil.

  As quickly as Junk had kissed her, he broke it and stepped away. He caught her hand, set down his beer and headed toward the door that led to the back rooms. Throwing a glance my way, a cocky smile on his lips, he shoved his hands down his jeans and adjusted himself.

  I was so angry I wanted to drag his clothes off and beat his ass till it glowed in the dark, then I wanted to shove my cock into him hard and deep and make him weep his apologies as we both came, locked together, finding satisfaction in our sweet, violent sin.

  He put his hand on the door.

  Bastard was really going to do this. Go and fuck the woman who’d been on my knee minutes earlier, promising me a night of fun.

  “Jesus Christ,” I muttered.

  “What?” Trigger asked, dropping his hands.

  “Look what the little shit is up to.” I nodded at Junk.

  “Fuck, is he about to go and screw Rose? I thought she was yours tonight.”

  “She fucking is.” I shook my head. “I’m not having this.”

  “No, Junk is way out of line. He needs kicking into shape, man, I tell you.”

  “I couldn’t agree more.” I banged my glass onto the table at my side and stood.

  Several bikers looked my way.

  I puffed up my chest and set my attention on Rose. “You, get out of my sight.”

  “Er…but…” She released Junk’s hand.

  “Now.”

  “Yes…yes…sorry.” She looked confused but stepped away nonetheless. She hadn’t really done anything wrong, we shared the girls here—if they were willing that was, which as a rule they were—but that didn’t matter.

  My word was law.

  Trigger gave a gruff laugh. “You’ve fucking done it now, Junk. A bit of respect wouldn’t hurt, would it? Why you fucking with the woman the boss has a hard-on for?”

  Junk didn’t answer. He just stared at Trigger with a defiant look in his eyes.

  “Oh, you fucking moron,” Trigger said harshly as he stood, the legs on his chair scraping on the floor. “I’m going to teach you some fucking manners, kid. It’s about time someone did.”

  “Hey.” I rested my hand on Trigger’s shoulder.

  Trigger swung his attention to me. “I can do it.”

  “You’ve been holding it together here all week, and I appreciate that. But I’m back now.” I paused. “I’ll sort this little shit out.”

  Not giving time for Trigger to answer, I pushed past him and up to Junk. I fisted the back of his cut, between his shoulder blades, and propelled him through the door he’d been about to go through with Rose.

  He grunted with the force I’d used but said nothing.

  The door led to a deserted corridor. I marched him down it, ruthlessly driving him forward. I’d just saved him from a beating. Trigger loved to throw his fists around, but still, Junk had to face me and I was mad as hell at my sub.

  Chapter Three

  Junk

  Heavy had a tight grip on my cut and his bulk was forcing me rapidly down the corridor. I was staggering, only just able to make my feet move fast enough at a walk and not break into a jog.

  He was breathing hard, his hot breaths blasting onto my neck—the feel of air that had been in his lungs made my scalp tingle and shot lust into my veins.

  We were alone.

  But he was crazy mad at me.

  Which had been what I’d wanted, right?

  “You’re such a fucking idiot, you know that,” Heavy muttered.

  It hadn’t been a real question so I didn’t answer.

  “Winding me up like this. Nearly having Trigger take a swing at you.”

  I swallowed then grunted as my shoulder collided with the wall.

  “This way.” Heavy dragged me to the left and flung open a door.

  Anyone else I would have decked for manhandling me this way. I might be a rookie but I was still a Roughneck. I could fight with the best of them and had been locked up a couple of times for brawling with our enemies.

  No one pushed me around.

  Except for Heavy.

  I stumbled as he forced me into a small room that held a bed and a cheap plastic table. It was one of the places the guys liked to use for fucking the chicks that hung around.

  I stared at the bed as the door slammed.

  Were we going to?

  Here?

  No, far too risky.

  I turned to Heavy. He’d leaned against the door and his chest was rising and falling with his hurried breaths, stretching his T-shirt taut.

  My dick surged. He was brimming with everything I adored about him—strength, power, passion and danger. I had no way of guessing which way this would go.

  “Come here,” he said.

  I blew out a breath and flexed and unflexed my fingers, wondering if a right hook was coming my way.

  “Now.”

  I did as instructed and stepped up to him.

  As soon as I was within reach he grabbed my face, his palms tight on my cheeks, and pulled me close. His mouth hit down on mine in a fast, furious kiss. His tongue swept over mine and our teeth clashed.

  I groaned as pleasure surged within me. I kissed him back, my heart thudding and my pulse loud in my ears.

  We’d never kissed on MC property before. Hadn’t dared.

  I squeezed into him. Rubbed my groin over his. Our erections pressed together through our clothing. My balls tightened and the zipper on my jeans dug into my shaft.

  Suddenly he pushed me away.

  “Jesus fucking Christ,” he muttered, wiping the back of his hand over his lips.

  I clenched my teeth and refused to wipe the evidence of our kiss from my mouth. It had happened, it was what I’d wanted, but oh, I wanted so much more.

  “You don’t know what you’re doing,” he said, his eyebrows pulled so low they made it hard to see his irises.

  “I do.”

  “So tell me, sub.”

  For a moment I relished hearing the word sub. It seemed to bounce around the walls of the small shadowed room and settle in my chest. No matter what else was happening, I was still his sub. He was still my Master and that was all that was important to me.

  “Speak,” he said, “before you double the amount of lashings you’re gonna get later.”

  “Later?” My heart soared and my cock surged. “What’s happening later?”

  “Nothing if you don’t start telling me what you’re up to.”

  “I’m not up to anything.”

  “Don’t give me that shit. I catch you staring at me like you want my cock in your mouth in the middle of the yard, then you’re late to the meeting, then…” He paused and shook his head. “You’ve got a woman draped all over
you and you’re about to go and fuck pussy.”

  I kind of shrugged. I couldn’t deny those things, though whether or not I’d have fucked pussy I didn’t know. Perhaps a blow job just to take the edge off my lust for Heavy. I knew I could handle that, I’d done it before. I just shut my eyes and pretended it was my Master sucking my cock.

  “What are you up to?” he asked again.

  “Nothing. I missed you. It’s been so long.”

  He shoved his hand down the front of his leathers and appeared to adjust his dick. “Tell me about it.”

  “So what’s happening later?”

  “There’s a motel, eight miles south.” He jerked his head to the right.

  “I know it, it’s hidden by trees. There was a murder there a few months ago. It’s just reopened.”

  “Yeah, that’s the one. Apparently the new owner is an alcoholic. He doesn’t take much notice of who’s coming and going as long as he’s got enough whiskey to get him through the day.”

  “Yeah.”

  “We can use it once, I reckon, and tonight is as good as any. You tell Griff you’re running an errand in town for me. I want some Panama cigars for after I’ve screwed Rose.”

  “Are you going to screw Rose?”

  “I might have to, but not tonight.” He shrugged.

  I glanced away. I hated that he had to go with women so the Roughneck Riders thought he was on the straight and narrow.

  “It means nothing, it’s just shoving it in a wet place to keep the guys off my back.”

  “I know.”

  “And you get sucked off from time to time.”

  “You know about that?” I widened my eyes.

  “I know everything that happens in my club.” He held out his hands. “And isn’t that why you do it? So everyone thinks you’re into women?”

  “I guess.”

  “So what would be the point of it being a secret?”

  I said nothing. He’d made sense.

  “Tonight…” Heavy’s tone was softer. “That’s what I live for and have for the last two years, Junk. Being with you. But…”

  “But what?” There was a but?

  “But you’ve really pushed my buttons by stepping out of line today.”