Baby

by Sapphire Knight

  Sinner follows his order, ridding me of the thin barrier and begins to play my body like a piano. He has my core singing in sweet surrender while I pant with need. His other hand circles my breast. His fingers find my nipple and pinch. It’s absolute bliss.

  “Oh God!” Moaning, they both chuckle in delight. “So close,” I mutter, breathlessly.

  “Cut lose, baby,” Saint orders, staring my way a little too long for my own comfort, watching Sinner tease me in the best ways. It makes the threat of danger greater and in return has my body spiraling out of control. “Answer me!” he demands.

  “Yes, daddy,” falls from my lips automatically and Sinner’s fingers apply just a touch more pressure in the juncture between my legs. This is craziness, having both their attention trained on me, racing down the highway, my hips moving to the beat of the music.

  “I don’t want you holding back. Come for us; I want to see you, here, like this.”

  “You bein’ bad, baby?” Sinner growls.

  Just hearing him call me baby like Saint so often does has my head flying back and my eyes rolling toward the sky. His mouth locks onto the spot where my throat and shoulder meet. He draws the skin in, sucking deeply. No doubt that’ll leave a mark behind. All the sensations mixed together along with the adrenaline has my climax coming harder than ever before.

  It hits me with so much force that my mouth falls open, a pleased moan drowning out the stereo. I do it for both of them, coming completely unglued and give into my own desire. With Sinner’s skillful fingers and Saint’s blazing gaze all trained on me at once, I let go. My body feels enraptured, adored, and satisfied when I finally peel my eyelids back open.

  “Good girl.” Saint nods, pleased to see me explode so effortlessly from their delicious torment.

  The evidence of his own longing is easy to notice. He’s turned on as well, with his cock straining against his pants. Sinner’s length rests heavy against my ass. Is it from the speed, the excitement of stealing someone’s ridiculously expensive car or from me falling apart I wonder. It could be the delicious thrill of it all.

  “Will you pull over?” I request a few beats later and his forehead wrinkles.

  “Huh?”

  “What’s the matter?” Sinner asks nearly the same time as Saint.

  “I...uh, well, I wanted to satisfy you both too.” My face is already hot, but I swear it grows even warmer with me stating my intentions out loud. It’s the truth though; I want them to pull over, so we can finish what Sinner just started.

  Sinner lets out a deep growl, his sturdy chest, rumbling against my back. Saint hums, squeezing and adjusting his cock in his jeans. “Can’t,” he grumbles after a moment, not fond of the fact and shakes his head to drive the point home. Or maybe he’s arguing with himself. Who knows?

  “Why not?”

  Sinner’s nose trails over the back of my neck and goosebumps appear in response. “’Cause he boosted this car, Jude. We can’t stop now. We have to get it to the shop before it’s called in stolen by the owner or we’re spotted by the cops. Most of them around here know us and are aware we don’t own a Ferrari.”

  “Oh.” That makes sense, so they do worry about the cops after all.

  “Yeah, baby girl, can’t get locked up.” He winks.

  I’ve barely escaped my podunk town; I definitely don’t want to spend my freedom locked away in a jail cell. I wonder if I did if my mom would show up for me. I guess she wouldn’t know unless Sinner was able to get ahold of her. I doubt he can, though. When she goes off with guys she’s impossible to reach it seems. If she saw me here with these two, she’d be furious.

  “I should go home,” I utter quietly. I don’t know why I even say it, maybe because it’s how I ought to feel, even if I don’t want to. Going home is the furthest on my list of things to do, but I should regardless.

  “No.” Sinner grounds out. “We can discuss this shit later.”

  I don’t know what I was expecting, but it definitely wasn’t that. I figured they’d be getting tired of having me tagging around all the time. Sure, we have sex and laugh and drink, but they must be missing their freedom by now.

  “If my mom finds out, she’ll be furious.”

  “Fuck her,” Saint comments, his gaze trained on the road ahead.

  “He’s right, sweetheart. We’ll talk about this when we get back to the club. But most of all, fuck anyone’s feelings.”

  We can discuss it all we want to, but the fact remains true. If my mom catches wind of me with them, there’s a chance she may leave and not come back for good. Do I want that? Could I live with knowing I angered her to the point of no return? I should be allowed to be happy, though, and being stuck in that trailer is far from it.

  With a sigh, I let the thoughts float from my mind and attempt to enjoy the ride. It may be coming to an end soon, and I want to make the most of it. God knows I want every moment I can get with these men before it’s too late. Eventually, Sinner lets up enough so I can wiggle around and get my boxer shorts back in place. Perfect timing too as we get closer to various buildings and Saint downshifts.

  “You quit your job yet?”

  “No, but she’ll probably fire me,” I admit, and Saint’s frown warps into a smirk.

  “Concentrate on your school work, sweetheart. We like it that you’re smart,” Sinner admits, and my chest feels like it could burst with pride. They think I’m smart and I love that.

  The car slows as Saint presses the brakes, coming to a stop in front of a tall, chain-link fenced lot. There’s a shack of a building up front made up of old gray siding and behind it a giant white shop looking structure with five bays. Each door’s closed, and there are about ten unsavory looking men walking around the yard. There’s a variety of vehicles on the parking lot, waiting for what, I have no idea.

  His smirk drops as he presses a button and the driver side window lowers. A young kid about sixteen or so pokes his head in. “’Sup?” He’s fortunate Saint doesn’t punch him doing that sort of thing; he must know him already, or I think he probably would have.

  “Here to pick up my brother’s truck. Oscar around?”

  “He’s out back.” He gestures and steps away, then lets out a whistle. “Some set of wheels you got yourself this time.”

  Saint grins. “You have no idea.” At that, the kid quickly rounds the front of the vehicle and shoves one side of the gate open so we can drive through.

  If it weren’t for Saint’s MC cut and chunky silver arrowhead ring, he could pass for actually owning the car. Sinner said the cops know them, but one glance at a man as good-looking as Saint, you wouldn’t second guess it seeing him with the luxury vehicle. I was dumb enough to think the green Lamborghini he initially showed up in was his. Now that I know him, I also know that I was far off. Saint is definitely a biker, not a rich, snobby hot guy.

  He parks the car behind the shack. “All right, Sin, you get the truck. I’m going to go get paid for this purple monster.”

  “Bet.” Sinner opens the door, shifting his leg outside and grips my arm, steadying me so I can climb out of the super low beauty. “You good?” He probes getting to his feet.

  “Yeah, I’m great.” I flash a smile and peer up into his irises. They resemble the color of gravel today, speckled with different shades of gray. It’s one of my favorite things about him—how their hue alters with his moods. “Why?”

  He leans in, his breath tickling my lobe. “’Cause we just made you an accessory.” When he pulls away, he’s wearing a pleased grin. “Ought to start calling you little lawbreaker instead of sweetheart.”

  Rather than shying away as he’d expect, I tug him into my body. Pushing to my tiptoes, my breasts rub up against his solid chest, and I whisper, my lips nearly touching his mouth. “I like it. Tell me, Sinner, does it make you want to fuck me, knowing I broke the law with you?”

  A primal growl rumbles his chest at my reply, and his hands tangle in my hair.
He closes the distance, planting a blistering kiss on my lips, showing me just how true my observation is.

  “You have no fuckin’ idea,” he finishes, breathing heavily, and snatches my wrist. He tugs me after him toward the main office, on a mission.

  Oh, but I do.

  Who knew stealing cars could be so much fun? I guess I’m more like my mother than I thought because apparently, I have a thing for bad boys as well. Only I don’t want just one...I want two, and if I have my way, I’ll be keeping them both.

  “You need to talk to her...” His words trail off like a goddamn echo that I don’t want to hear. Every chance we’re alone, and he’s bringing up the dynamics of our relationship. Before he wanted to keep her from me. Now he’s worried that I’ll be the one to lose her for the both of us.

  I need to talk to Jude, I get that, but I don’t want to. Once I share that part of myself with her, I can never take it back. She flipped the fuck out when I told her I was a killer. I can only imagine how she’d act if she knew everything else. She’s green to this life, and while it’s sexy as fuck, it doesn’t mean she’ll be okay with the way things are done. Or the way I do things anyhow.

  Sinner believes once I open up to her that everything will be rainbows and sunshine. Maybe the brother’s a little further gone then I originally thought. I wish he’d understand, but he can’t. She looks at him as if he’s the best thing since Cherry Coke. She’s never seen him when he’s truly pissed off and is fucking with someone.

  I may cut fuckers up, but Sin...he filets their minds. I let them bleed dry, while he makes you question why you’re even alive in the first place. I wonder if Jude saw us both in action, which of us would be eviler in her eyes?

  “Not now,” I argue while wiping down my handlebars with my shammy towel. It seems that no matter how many times I clean the chrome on my bike, there’s always a damn water spot or fingerprint. Or blood. It never fails, I always leave some behind and not on purpose.

  A rumble from pipes garners our attention as the sound of a bike grows near. We both watch as Ruger pulls into the clubhouse parking lot. I figured it may have been someone from the other club stopping by, but this is even better. With Mercenary around, it’s good to have another familiar face in the club; I’m still not sure what to think of the new member.

  Using my shirt, I wipe the sweat from my brow and chest. “The fuck you been?” I holler when his bike quiets, and he climbs off looking a bit weary. It must’ve been a long ride to have him showing up like this.

  “Prez had me watching the piece of shit Fists,” he replies with a wave and heads for the club.

  “Damn, the brother looks exhausted. And I wasn’t aware we had one spot pinned down for those asshats.”

  “I haven’t seen him in a while,” Sinner mumbles, running his hand through his dark onyx hair. He’s got it combed back out of his way, but it doesn’t stop the motion he’s used to making when he’s frustrated. “As for the Iron Fists, they haven’t been at the front of my mind.”

  “Why’s this so important to you all of a sudden that I tell her about my shit?”

  “Because, Saint, I can’t get her to stay here without you opening up to her.”

  I let out a grunt of disagreement. She’ll more than likely head for the hills if I open up to her.

  “I mean it, she has to know everything. No half-truthing it.”

  With a snort, I roll my eyes. “Really, that’s rich. How fuckin’ convenient that she knows fuck all about you, yet the bitch needs to know all of my shit?”

  “You don’t love her...”

  “Jesus.” Tossing the towel into the detail bucket, I meet his gaze. “It’s been easy, just fucking and chilling. Why do you have to complicate it? You know how I feel about you without me even saying it, so why is it so important that I’m different with her?”

  “Because, I want more, and I was under the impression that you do too. I’m not getting any younger, and I’m ready to have a bitch on the back of my bike. As for why you need to speak up with her? Because, she’s a woman; she’s different. You of all people should understand that with the articles and shit you read on chicks.”

  “Fine, Sin, then go put her back there; don’t let me stand in your way.”

  All the questions have me wound up. It’s been too long since I’ve made a sacrifice and talking about it, only reminds me. I haven’t been keeping my promise to my father, to my family, and now I’m trying to ask the world to give me more. Maybe she does need to see this, and in doing so, I can ask for my ancestors’ blessing with Jude.

  The questions and emotions have me taking my anger out on him and then storming off. Thankfully, he doesn’t follow; I might’ve ended up saying something I’d regret. Although, he’s used to me getting antsy like this. With Jude in the mix, it just adds more pressure. I’m allowed to get overwhelmed at some point, though. This is a change for all of us, not just him.

  “Prez,” I call as soon as I find him. He’s working on a bike in one of the garages next to the clubhouse.

  “Brother?”

  “I-I need to go.”

  “Excuse me?” he grumbles, standing to his full height. He’s got grease smeared on his chin and three empty beer bottles around him. He obviously has his own shit he’s been thinking about. At least he doesn’t have to worry about scaring off his woman; she’s already married to his ass.

  “It’s been too long since I’ve had business to handle.” I get straight to the point. He knows me well enough to understand exactly what I mean.

  “Ah, I see. Let me check somethin’ real quick.”

  I nod, and he pulls his phone out, dialing someone. I eavesdrop as expected and figure out he’s talking to Ares. I guess someone owes his club money and a lot of it. Not only that, but Viking gets super pissed when he finds out the rat bastard hurt a child. Well, it sounds like it’s going to be my day after all.

  Prez ends the call, sighing as he meets my eager stare. “Looks like I got something for you to handle, brother.”

  A grin overtakes my mouth for the first time today...shit’s about to get real. Sinner wants Jude to know who I am? I’ll show her first hand, and send her screaming in the process, I’m sure.

  “Are you going to tell me what we’re doing yet?” Jude glances from me to Nightmare’s solemn face as we climb off the bikes later that afternoon. He’s not a talker, so she’s assed out asking him anything. I’m usually the one with a big mouth when it comes to the brothers.

  “Sure baby, we’re here to shake someone down real quick.” Gripping her waist, I help her hop off the bike as well, careful to keep her gorgeous legs away from the pipes. “We gotta get you some more clothes, boxers are not good riding wear. You did good, though, gettin’ used to being on the bike.”

  She glances down at her clothes and then back at me, nodding. “A shakedown because it’s the first of the month?”

  Her question is so innocent it even has Night’s lip turning up in amusement. We don’t go around collecting money on the first of the month from fuckers like this normally. We aren’t drug dealers or some shit. This is much more serious than a petty loan.

  Chuckling, I grab her hand, tugging her along. “Nah, where’d you come up with that?”

  She shrugs. “I don’t know, just figured maybe someone owed you guys money or something and when payday rolls around...” She trails off, clearly having watched too many movies.

  “More like a life,” Night lets slip, and I nod in agreement. For the shit he’s done, he owes blood in the least.

  “A life?” she echoes with a gasp.

  “You just stay out of the way, and you’ll be fine, baby. Sinner wants you to learn about the other side of things with me. You may not care for it, but then you’ll know just the sort of bad man you’re getting into bed with.”

  “But I already know enough.” Her eyes begin to fill with tears. “I accept you both for who you are.”

  Her p
roclamation has me leaning over to press a chaste peck on her forehead. To hear her say it and so genuinely has her making my empty soul not feel so hollow with her around. “You’re a good girl, but this is our life. You need to see firsthand how ugly we really are.”

  The tears break free, falling like mini rain drops.

  “Shh, you’ll be all right, little darlin’,” Nightmare murmurs, not comfortable with her upset. He’s a complete hardass except when it comes to women I’ve discovered. He’ll toss someone into a dumpster and light it on fire without a second thought, but if his ol’ lady so much as pouts, he’s out buying her flowers.

  “Wha-what’s going to happen?”

  We ignore her question, not wanting to put it into words. She’d be hightailing it for the cop shop if I attempted to explain it.

  “Murphy?” I holler, trampling over garbage and who knows what as we head behind the burnt down trailer. “You around?” We get no response, so we continue our trek, searching out the lowlife druggie. Prez said he’d be out here somewhere.

  Trailing over the various piles of debris, we eventually find him hiding on the side of an old stripped down, weathered car. He’s raggedy as all hell, clothes and face filthy, visibly shaking. He obviously was able to scrounge up some cash to get whatever drugs he’s on but was too stupid to not pay up to the Oath Keepers. Bad decision on his part, that’s for sure.

  “Jesus,” Nightmare mutters staring down at the shell of a man before us. The brother could probably break him in two if he just stepped on him with his giant leather boot. I’m not going to let him have all the fun though.

  “Judgment day, fucker,” I warn, a bit giddy with anticipation and his head shakes back and forth so much, it damn near looks as if he’ll knock himself out if he’s not careful. This guy’s a freaking wacko.

  “Nope, nope, nope.” He continues to swing his head back and forth.

  “You’re nice and doped up, huh? That’ll make what I have to do less painful for you. Too bad. You deserve to feel every ounce of it.” I wish there was a way to sober his ass up some so he could experience just a smidge of the pain he deserves to be compensated with.