by M. N. Forgy
“Drop it, don’t do this. Not here,” Bobby continues. I grit my teeth and slam the man’s head against the wall one last time. Blood drips from the back of his head, splattering the floor.
I release my hold and let the guy fall to the floor in a daze. Cherry gasps next to me, catching my attention, Dani standing right beside her. She looks terrified.
“What the hell?” I slowly look over my shoulder finding Stunt, the president of the Ghost Riders, eyeballing me.
“He put his hands on my ol’ lady,” I inform him sternly.
“Fuck, Boonie,” Stunt scorns, shaking his head. From his tone, it sounds like Boonie does this kind of thing often.
Stunt steps in front of me and squats in front of Boonie. Feeling dismissed, I move forward, grabbing Cherry’s wrist, tugging her out of the club.
“What the fuck was that Lip? What has gotten into you?!” Cherry screams, tripping behind me to keep up. She’s never seen me react that way, never seen me do anything violent. I’ve made sure of it, but my mask of ‘perfect boyfriend’ is starting to fray. I’ve never seen my jealousy shine its full worth, but I’ve never cared for a bitch like I do Cherry. To be honest, I’m not sure what the future wrath of my jealousy would look like. I just know it would be dark and bloody. I would have stabbed Boonie over and over and over.
I let go of her wrist feet away from her car and pace. I’m so angry, so worked up I can’t think straight.
“Lip! Just—“ Cherry tangles her hand in her hair and sighs. “Fucking talk to me, Lip. I feel like I don’t even know you anymore.” She shakes her head and looks off into the distance. “Ever since you got out of prison, I feel like I’m sleeping next to a stranger,” she whimpers, emotion laced in her voice. I stop my pacing and shoot her a glare that speaks volumes of anger.
“That’s because you don’t know me!”
“What happened in there?” she whispers. I pull my brows together, my blood pumping with the rapid amount of adrenaline racing through me. Cherry is strong, one of the strongest women I know, but the look on her face is ripping my black heart in two. Maybe if she sees this, sees my dark colors, she’ll turn away and I won’t have to expose my darkest secret. For the life of me, I can’t keep this act up of being her Prince fucking Charming, and as much as it’s going to sting having her walk away from me for being an ass, it won’t compare to the hurt she’ll feel when I expose all my sins.
“Nothing happened in prison. You know nothing about who I really am. I’m not that love-struck boy you were with before. I am a murderer, a fucking monster.” When I was in prison, when I was tested on my true worth as a sinner, I did not fail. I exceeded, and now that façade of hiding it for Cherry’s sake is gone. This is me. This is who I am.
“This is the real me.” I slam my fist against my chest. “Do you still love me now? Do you still want my affection?” I step closer to her. “Huh!?” I shout in her face, the vessels in my forehead protruding. “I am easily angered. I’m hotheaded, and am more fucked-up than anyone you’ll ever know,” I continue.
Cherry steps up to me, her face not giving anything away. I wince at her reaction, taken aback by it.
“Yes,” she whispers. My face goes lax, and my lips part in surprise. “Yes, I still love you, Lip.”
“What?” I’m dumbfounded. The girl I knew before was naive and fragile. A man of my kind would surely scare her away. Maybe I don’t know the real Cherry.
“It’s going to take a lot more than you being a shade darker than gray for me not to love you,” she responds, her hand sliding up the side of my cheek. “You’re right, I don’t know you. You’ve proven that, but you don’t know me, either,” she whispers. My chest slams with emotion. “You being rough around the edges doesn’t frighten me, not at all.”
I grab the sides of her face, bringing her lips inches from mine. How can a woman still love a man after all that? Why have the gods given me such an amazing woman when I clearly don’t deserve her? But they did. The gods put Cherry’s fragile life right into my bloodstained hands, and I will not let her go.
“I don’t know where you go every morning, but I swear to God if you are cheating on me Cherry…” I pause, searching her beautiful eyes. Eyes that make me feel like being a monster is okay. “I will bury you both,” I threaten. If I can’t have her…nobody can.
“I don’t know why you haven’t been home at nights, or why you can’t look me in the eye. But if you are cheating on me, if you break my fucking heart…” She brushes her lips against mine, and a sharp piercing sensation slashes through my bottom lip. I hiss and pull back; bringing my finger to my lip, I find blood. She fucking bit me.
“I’ll fucking destroy you,” she whispers. My dick strains against my jeans from her hostile words. My cock aches to be inside of her. The way her eyes are hooded with a sense of darkness, I couldn’t care less about the fog clouding my mind.
“You’re my ol’ lady, Cherry. I own your ass, and don’t you forget that,” I growl, trying to put her in her place, but for the life of me, all I want is to hear her scream my name.
“If I’m your ol’ lady, then fucking prove it, Lip,” she sneers, her eyes darting over my shoulder. I look at what she’s glaring at, finding Dolly leaning against the club house with her arms crossed, waiting for me to return.
“You jealous, baby?” I turn my head and squint my eyes in question, an arrogant smirk fitting my face.
“Prove it,” she repeats, stepping up to me, her fingers grasping my leather cut. “You say I don’t really know you, so show me the real Lip.”
I smirk and tilt my head back. This could either go badly, or be very, very good.
I grab her by the shirt and throw her onto her car, her back denting the hood. She mewls in response and wraps her legs around me. A feral moan vibrates my chest as her hungry eyes meet mine. I push her legs apart and tangle my hand in her hair. Her body arches into mine, her lust-crazed reaction feeding my animalistic need for her. My lips seek hers out like a man-eating beast looking for its next victim. I clench my teeth at the demented thought. That is exactly what Cherry was to me when I came across her six years ago: my victim. She never stood a chance when I showed up in her life. I was sent to save her, but I’m not the saving type. I’m the bad guy, and we don’t save people.
Her plush lips fit mine perfectly. I grind my jean-clad dick against her pussy and her head lolls back, her eyes rolling into the back of her head.
Cat-calls and hollering from the club catch my attention. I slowly look toward the noise and find a bunch of the Ghost Riders, and some of the Devil’s Dust, standing outside watching us.
I push myself upward and grab Cherry by the thighs, picking her up. With the chaffing I’m getting from the head of my dick rubbing against my jeans, I plan on finishing this elsewhere.
“Where are we going?” Her voice is breathy, full of lust.
“To the garage for some privacy,” I respond, nipping her soft jaw. Walking past the club, Hinder blares, singing “American Nightmare”. How fitting. Cherry had a mouth on her when I took her off the side of the highway, sure, but over the years her innocence was molted into something dark. She took her place as my ol’ lady with a shade of something evil. I heard she nearly beat a guy to death with a bat just because one of the other girls in the club needed revenge. Cherry became one of the family without question.
“Show me your horns.” I smirk. Her face lights up, and her hands imitate Devil horns. “Sexiest horns I’ve ever seen.” I grin even wider when her cheeks blush. I remember the first time I asked her to show me those sexy little horns, and she literally imitated Devil horns. I’ll never forget it.
Walking into the garage, I turn and pull the door down with one hand, while the other holds Cherry around the waist. As soon as the door is down, she slams her lips to mine. My hand slides up her back, pushing her tits against my chest. The smell of her makes my dick twitch and my chest constrict. She smells sweet, like cherry or maybe strawberry. I run
my nose along the crook of her neck, taking in her delicious scent. She throws her head back and rocks her pussy against my hard dick.
I grind my teeth, a growl vibrating in my chest. I need inside of her now.
“Cherry,” I draw out, slow and husky. “I need you now.” I kick tools and trip over a jack, trying to make my way to the back of the garage. Her hands fist my hair, and mine squeeze her tight ass while we make out. Music pauses from the club, before Seal starts playing “Kiss from a Rose.” Cherry, still in my arms, her eyes find mine. My heart slams against my chest, my eyes silently telling her I remember this song playing the first night we spent together. She smiles, and presses her lips firmly against mine. I find a bench seat from the club van sitting against a wall and plop Cherry down on it. Before she has time to react, I grab her shorts and pull them off her in one hard tug.
I drop to my knees and pull her panties down her legs slowly. When I take them off, it’s like revealing the greatest gift ever. It has to be done slowly and with ease, because what’s behind the delectable lace is my undoing. I take in every inch of her freckled legs and silky skin. Her pussy is waxed to perfection, her cunt pink and glistening wet, just for me.
I slide my finger between her lips, and it soaks the pad of my finger. She arches her back and fists her hair, a whimper escaping her mouth. I grab one of her legs and hike it over my shoulder. Gripping her thighs, I pull her ass to the edge of the seat and angle her just right. I flick her swollen clit with my tongue and her hands fly to my head, tangling themselves into my hair for traction. I trail my tongue through her wetness, tasting her. She tastes just as sweet as she smells.
“Oh, fuck!” she cries, riding my face.
I take one of my hands from her thigh and swirl around her clit, causing her body to tense as her legs squeeze me like a vise. Looking up, her eyes are clenched shut and her mouth is gaped open. I hum against her, lapping her sweetness and then her pussy convulses around my tongue. She moans, grinding her clit against my face, her walls clenching as she comes on my tongue.
My dick strains against my jeans, wanting to slam into that tight, wet pussy of hers. I am usually slow-paced and sensual when we screw around, but fuck that. Tonight, I’m going to show her what it means when Lip DeLuca fucks his girl.
As soon as she calms, I stand. I grab a clean grease rag sitting on Bobby’s toolbox and wipe my mouth with it. I fold it back like it was and put it back with a smirk.
“Oh. My. God!” Cherry pants. “That was…” she pauses before giggling.
“What are you doing tomorrow?” I ask, unzipping my pants. Her eyes widen. I shove my jeans to my ankles along with my briefs, allowing my cock to spring free. It’s hard as a rock and painfully swollen. It’s been weeks since I fucked Cherry.
“Why?” Cherry asks, taking her eyes from my cock to me.
I stroke myself, my hand sliding over the barbell in the head of my dick.
“Because when I’m done with you, you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”
She laughs and rolls her eyes. I smirk because she thinks I’m playing.
I grasp her hips and turn her around, pulling her ass out. I slide my hand along the left side of her ass cheek and give it a hard slap. She yelps and sticks her butt out further, seeking the vicious contact once again. I wrap her hair around my hand and pull her head back.
“Someone’s a bad girl,” I whisper into her ear. She moans in response, and my dick beads pre-cum. I knew Cherry was wild, but I never tested the wildcard out in the bed. At least not like this.
I release her hair and slide my hand between her legs, finding her pussy nice and wet. I use the other hand to guide my length between her thighs. As soon as my head feels the heat from her wetness, I slam into her. She whips her head back and moans loudly as she’s thrust upon the seat cushion. I close my eyes and grind my teeth, the feeling of her surrounding my cock fucking Heaven. I slowly pull out, taking in every inch, feeling every sensation her pussy has to offer. I hiss with pleasure and look down. The chrome barbell in my head shines with her juices. I watch as I drive it into her once more.
“Yes,” she mumbles, meeting my thrusts. I wrap my arm around her and pull her back to my chest. Sliding my hand up her shirt, I lift the cup of her bra to find her perky tit, pinching the nipple as my hips pick up the pace. My balls squeeze tightly, and a feeling of pressure builds deep in my pelvis. I slide my other hand under her shirt and do the same thing, lifting her shirt and bra until they sit just above her tits. She rests her head back on my shoulder, giving me full view of her breasts. They bounce and jiggle with every pound and thrust of my hips. Her pussy clenches, and a whimper sounds in her throat. With that little sound, warmth spreads up my length and ignites in the head of my dick. I drive into her wetness over and over, chasing my release. Just as my dick explodes into nothing but pleasure, her pussy clamps down, milking my cock.
I grab her hair roughly and pull her head to the side as I come down from my release. I shove my face into the crook of her neck and growl, nipping her soft skin.
We still, trying to catch our breath. My legs ache, and my lungs demand air. I slowly pull out of her and a shiver races up my back, my body wanting to return back to the heat her sweet cunt has to offer.
She leans over the bench seat, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she heaves for air. I pull my pants up and shove myself back into my briefs. Sitting next to her, I stare at the bikes and broken-down club van.
She pulls her top down and leans down to grab her panties. After she pulls them on, she lays her head on my lap and pins me with those angelic gray eyes.
“That was…” she pauses.
“Different,” I finish for her. It was not our normal fuck session, but after that, I’m not sure I could ever go back.
“Yeah.” She smiles, her cheeks sprinkled with freckles. I rub the pad of my finger along the bridge of her nose and down her neck, following the trail of freckles. It was different because it was real.
“You pulled my hair.” She laughs.
I laugh with her. “I did.” I was always too scared that if I went too hard with Cherry before, or got too rough, it would scare her away. I needed to keep her by my side. I needed to convince her I was everything she ever needed.
“Lip, if this is what it will be like having sex with you, the real you, then I am more than okay with that. In fact, I demand it.”
I laugh and rest my head on the back of the seat, threading my fingers through her hair.
“Lip?”
“Yeah?”
“Don’t hide who you really are from me ever again.” I frown. She only saw a piece of the devil I am—disrespecting and angry. But she hasn’t seen me in my element, with a 9mm pointed at an enemy. She hasn’t seen my full jealousy flag wave, or my hotheaded temper yet. She doesn’t know what she’s asking.
“You can’t handle who I really am, Cherry.” She tenses on my lap, then sears me with angry eyes.
“Don’t fucking tell me what I can and can’t handle, Lip. I’m not a child. I’m not that scared broken girl you once knew.” My jaw ticks with her tone of voice. I’m angry but it’s pretty fucking sexy. She’s right. We’ve both grown over the years, ‘cause Cherry standing up to me isn’t something I’m used to.
“Lip?”
“Yeah,” I mutter, my eyes growing heavy.
“Why did you go to prison?” I exhale a long breath. I never told her why I went to prison. Even with her position as my ol’ lady, I don’t have to tell her, since ol’ ladies are not privy to club business.
“I think I at least deserve to know. I have done things for this club. I have accepted them as my family, and I waited for you for six fucking years without knowing the reason you were taken from me,” she continues.
I rub my forehead with the heel of my palm. I owe her at least an explanation; it’s the least I could do with the way I’ve been treating her lately.
“We got pulled over on a run. We had just left the drop, and it
went bad. Bull ended up stabbing one of their men. I guess they called the police after we left,” I scoff. “Fucking pussies. Anyway, when they jumped out of their cars pulling weapons, I knew right away they were after us because of what Bull had done. I was next to Bull, so I reached over and grabbed his knife out of his pocket and stuck it in my back pocket.”
“I know why you did it, why you covered for him. I don’t blame you. I have come to love this club; they’re my family. I would do anything for them,” she replies.
I nod, because the bond we share is comparable.
I close my eyes and continue to rub her hair.
CHERRY
Something slides up my leg, waking me. My eyes slowly open, finding a man standing right in front of me. I jerk upward, and the man jumps back. It’s the same guy from the party. Boonie. He swooped in and put his hand around my waist, telling me he wanted his cock sucked. I laughed him off and tried to pull away. Horny men at the club are not an uncommon thing. That was when Lip showed up in a fit of rage I’ve never seen before. The look on Lip’s face, the fury in his eyes. I won’t lie, it was unsettling.
I look up and see Lip asleep.
“Psst.” I whip my head back to Boonie who is sliding his hand along his neck, imitating slicing his throat. My eyes widen and my mouth parts.
“Don’t you wake him,” he whispers. “Get off him and come here. Now,” he continues. I swallow hard and dig my fingers into Lip’s lap, praying it will wake him.
Lip groans, and pulls his head up from the back of the seat. Thank fuck. Lip scowls when his eyes find Boonie.
“You have to be the dumbest motherfucker.” Lip pushes me aside and stands. Boonie grins and walks backward, his body becoming one with the shadows of the garage before disappearing.
“That guy is fucking creepy,” Lip states. I scurry down to the floor and pull my shorts on. “Did he touch you?”
I bite my lip and look away. “No.” I don’t want to tell him, because after the way Lip reacted before, I’m not sure he won’t kill Boonie.
