I put a lubricated condom on, put my dick at the rim of her ass, and pressed. She went tight, trying to keep me out, and I shoved hard enough I buried myself halfway in.
Her yelp went straight to my balls, and I snarled, “You don’t want this, let Duke know you’re out, you little cunt. Better yet, tell me right now, ‘I want out of the MC,’ and I’ll pull my cock out of your ass and we’ll go tell Duke together.”
I counted to ten in my head, and when she just shook her head and didn’t say anything, I pulled out a few inches and then made it all the way in with my next shove. She screamed and then whimpered, and my cock throbbed. “You’re never gonna be my ol’lady. You’re two holes for me to fuck — mouth and ass, ‘cause you’ll never get my dick in your pussy again.”
I hadn’t especially liked the girl Kat had run off with her catty bitchiness, but the girl had liked me a whole helluva lot, and I’d been looking forward to fucking her on a regular basis. Now, the girl wouldn’t give me the time of day. No one shot me down, and this girl was only doing it because of Kat.
Pissed me the hell off.
I knew I was hurting Kat, and I knew she wasn’t turned on, which was just too fucking bad for her because her pain and humiliation made me rock hard. I pulsed my cock bigger around in her ass, and groaned in pleasure when she yelped in pain once again. I picked up a rhythm, fucking her hard and fast as I reminded myself Kat was human and I needed to make sure I didn’t hurt her for real. I could only truly turn loose with another wolf, but I usually stuck with the humans because it was so much easier to lie to them.
I pumped her ass a good ten minutes before filling the condom, and then pulled out, tossed it on the ground and ordered, “Make sure it makes it into the garbage, slut.”
Half an hour later, Dawg had a hot little number blowing him, on her knees on the floor as he sat on a sofa. She had an adorable ass, wiggling around under her short skirt as she worked his cock with her mouth, and my cock sat up and took notice. I gave Dawg a questioning look, and he tilted his head and smiled, a clear invitation to join. This wasn’t one of our normal club sluts, so I leaned over her, kissed her neck, and said, “I’m Bash, and you have a cute ass. Wiggle it some more if you want me to fuck you, darlin’.”
She pulled off his cock and looked at me, and Dawg directed her mouth back to his cock as he growled, “Don’t stop, sweet cheeks. Answer with your ass, not your mouth.”
I could smell her arousal, knew she wanted it, but also knew she had some misgivings. “It’s okay, darlin’. We’ll take care of you. I’ll go nice and slow, make sure you get lots of orgasms.” I caressed her ass, teased the inside of her thigh a few inches below her pussy.
She wiggled her ass and I took it as an invitation, so I pulled her skirt up, pushed her thong to the side, and slid my finger into wet, slick, heat.
She moaned around Dawg’s cock, and I donned a condom and moved into position to stick my cock in her. I usually prefer their ass, but without talking to her about it, figured I should go for her pussy. I’d just be careful, so I didn’t tear the condom.
Three minutes later, my hand was on her clit and she was screaming through an orgasm, Dawg’s eyes were rolled into the back of his head, and Angelica walked in.
I expected her to turn around and leave, or get upset, but instead she just stared at us. Watched.
And I could smell her fucking arousal from across the damned room. More than smell, though, I saw her need — her chest heaving with lust, and her body almost vibrating with her desire.
Her gaze locked with mine, she unbuttoned her jeans, stuck her hand down her pants, and my heart skipped a few beats as I watched the outline of her fingers moving around her clit. Neither of us broke eye contact as I fucked the nameless bitch before me, captured by Angelica’s eyes.
And that’s the damned truth — she held me with her gaze, daring me to look away. I shook my head, remembered where I was, and slowed as I fucked the girl on her knees. I gave Angelica a cocky smile as I adjusted my aim, and the girl I was fucking gave a long, low, moan.
Angelica leaned against the wall, her hand moved farther into her pants, and her eyes closed as I realized she was coming from her own touch. Electricity shot through my body and into my balls, and I went off — emptying more completely than I had in years.
Angelica grinned, buttoned her jeans, and left the room.
Dawg cocked an eye at me as I pulled out and disposed of the condom. I didn’t usually pop off so fast.
I just shrugged, zipped and buttoned myself back in, patted the girl on the ass in thanks, and left — thankful Dawg had his concentration on the blowjob and hadn’t known Angelica was in the room. Or, I didn’t think he’d known. Dawg doesn’t miss much, but he hadn’t acknowledged her.
Chapter Seven
Angelica
What had possessed me tonight? Jilling off in front of Bash!
Fuck.
Bash was off limits. He was off limits before because I was a kid, and he’s off limits now because I’m not doing a biker. They’re my family, my friends, but I wasn’t going to be passed around amongst them.
And Bash had told me he’s still the love’em and leave’em guy.
I’d gone a little wild before my mom died. Or, as wild as possible with my dad and Bash overseeing my life. However, bad things had happened because I’d snuck out. I wasn’t responsible for my mom’s death, I knew that, but still… it was a bad night, and somehow in my brain, it’d all gotten scrambled together. So, I’d focused on school, had fun at parties here and there, but for the most part I’d played it safe and been a good girl.
I’d earned my Master’s degree, and the brunt of my education was behind me, but now I was starting a career and I needed to focus on my new job. I appreciated the MC throwing me a big welcome celebration, but I didn’t intend to make it to a whole lot of their parties. I’d pulled away from the life while I was up north, and wasn’t sure I wanted to rejoin it to the extent I’d been part of club life in Atlanta, as the President’s daughter. I mean, I’d always own a bike, and cuss like a sailor, and be friends with bikers, but… I didn’t want it to consume my life. I’d enjoyed being seen as a civilian, even if I hadn’t really felt like one, and I knew I needed to keep up the charade if I was to be successful in my career. So, I was intent on remaining a civilian while being friends with the MC.
I’d had fun tonight, though. Gen and Harmony had taken me under their wing, introduced me around, and made sure I had fun. I’d drunk Long Island Iced Teas until I imagined a bit of a buzz. I liked Gen, but I adored Harmony, and was so happy Brain had found someone who made him happy. The first time I saw them look at each other, my heart hurt because I wanted that kind of love. I was so damned happy for Brain, though, and I made sure to tell him when I had a few minutes alone with him.
Bash had said goodbye and given me a hug before I climbed on my new Harley and drove off the lot. His arms around me had felt good, but it was just a show. I’d felt his embrace when he meant it, when he cared.
Now? There was nothing. I’d made him uncomfortable with my stupid little show, and his hug had been fast and cordial and awkward as hell.
My dad followed me to my new apartment, walked me in, and then probably went back to the party. Mom and Dad had fucked like rabbits all my life. Even when they’d gone to the bedroom and shut the door, I’d heard them through the walls — impossible to keep it from me, with my super-duper hearing. And, they hadn’t often gone to the bedroom and shut the door.
Dad had gone into a funk for over a year after Mom died, but shortly before I’d left for school, he’d gone wild. He mostly kept it to the clubhouse, but I could smell them on him… sometimes I could smell four or five girls on him at once. I never got upset with him for it, though. I was just glad his eyes weren’t so dead anymore.
So, now it was Monday afternoon and I hadn’t called Brain to get Bash’s number. I’d wanted him last night, and I’m still not sure what came over me, except it
was important he not see me as a little girl anymore. The polite thing might’ve been to turn and walk away, but I guess I’m my father’s daughter.
I wandered out onto my balcony with a glass of ice water and a book, and sat in the chair, thinking I needed to buy something more comfortable for out here.
Gen had found me a fantastic apartment, right on the river in downtown Chattanooga, between the Aquarium and the pedestrian bridge over the water. I was about two miles from work, and was right in the middle of the tourist district, complete with a zillion places to eat out.
I read for a while, but was restless and decided to go for a run. I went in, changed into yoga crop pants, a sports bra, and a running tee, and headed downstairs with some cash, a credit card, and my keys tucked into my bra. No spot for my phone, but no one was going to call me, anyway.
I don’t know how far I ran. Maybe four or five miles, but it gave me a good view of the surrounding area and I found a few restaurants tucked back behind the main roads — I was looking forward to exploring the area.
I decided to go home, get a shower, and hit up the little barbecue place with the mouthwatering smells wafting all around it.
Another man was returning from a run as well, and I slowed and looked at him, taking him in as he eyed me.
“Apparently I’m not the only one who thought it was a nice evening for a run,” he said with a friendly smile. “I’m Thomas, and I don’t think I’ve seen you around before.”
“I just moved in over the weekend. I’m Angelica.”
“Well, I was going to get a shower and then get something to eat. Would you like to join me?”
“Yeah, the little barbecue place on the hill was calling to me, and I’d love some company.”
“Sounds good. I can be ready in about fifteen minutes, but I’m guessing you’ll need longer?”
I did the math in my head and said, “Give me twenty. Meet back here?”
He nodded, and I ran up the steps towards my apartment.
* * * *
“Are you getting settled in okay?” Thomas asked as we walked up the hill to the restaurant.
“Yes. I’ve been away at college, and didn’t bring any furniture or anything back down south with me, so moving was mostly a matter of buying furniture and having it delivered.” And having the MC bring the boxes I’d packed, but no need to mention that part.
“Where did you go to school?”
We talked for the next thirty minutes about MIT, and college life in general, and I learned Thomas was thirty-seven years old — probably too old for me, but I still liked talking to him and kept imaging what it’d be like to kiss him.
“I’m assuming you work downtown, since you live here,” I said, hoping to find out what he did for a living without having to ask.
“Oh, I live up on the mountain, just keep the apartment down here for when I work late and don’t want to deal with the drive. I have a late night meeting so I’m staying in town.”
Late night meeting? A house on the mountain and an apartment in town? Great, I’d been here less than a week and I’d met either a top-level drug dealer or some other crime syndicate boss. But… no. I’d have guessed cop, or lawyer, or maybe even politician, if he hadn’t said something about the late night meeting.
Looked like I was going to have to ask.
“So, what do you do, Thomas?”
“I’m the District Attorney, and there’s a sting happening this afternoon. They want me close by to look at the evidence they pull in, so I can help with strategy.”
I felt as if he’d punched me in the gut. If my dad found out I was dating a DA, he’d… shit, I don’t know what he’d do. Probably not totally disown me, but maybe not far from it.
And, of course, I was immediately paranoid the sting was against the RTMC, and I wanted to ask a million questions about it, but knew I couldn’t.
“Sounds a little exciting,” I said, fishing for something positive to say.
“It has its moments, but it’s mostly a bunch of paperwork and legal crap. You looked a little horrified when I first mentioned my position, though. You part of the underworld?”
I rolled my eyes. “I have a master’s in mechanical engineering and I start my job at TVA tomorrow. When, exactly, would I have time to join the underworld?”
He chuckled, but I knew he was curious, and I also knew what he’d find if he had someone look me up. I sighed and said, “Oh, fine. My dad is president of the RTMC Atlanta chapter. I grew up in the club, they’re my family. As far as my dad’s concerned, you’re the enemy.”
He looked at me a few seconds, and took a drink as he continued looking at me. He took his time swallowing it before he said, “The core group who started the Chattanooga chapter came from Atlanta. So, you know them pretty well then, right?”
I nodded. “Some of them are like an uncle to me. Brain got me through calculus and chemistry in high school — helping me study, tutoring me, explaining the concepts a dozen ways until I could wrap myself around them.”
He shook his head and gave me a wry smile. “Well, fortunately for both of us, there are no open cases for them sitting on my desk at the moment, so there’s no conflict of interest.”
I tried not to look too relieved. I mean, if the sting were against the RTMC, he’d want to make me think it wasn’t. Still, I hadn’t smelled a lie, so I assumed my guys were safe.
“And if something comes up in the future?”
He shrugged. “You’ll just have to understand I can’t talk to you about it.”
I looked at him a few seconds, and decided I wanted to spend more time with him. Maybe it was the danger of what he represented, but more than that, I wanted his arms wrapped around me, wanted to feel his body over mine. Or, maybe it’s that I wanted Bash, and Thomas represented the opposite? I don’t exactly know, but there’s no doubt I was attracted to him, as I had to focus on his eyes to keep from watching his mouth, and wondering how he kissed, and whether he enjoyed going down on a woman.
“Goes both ways. I won’t tell you anything about them, and you don’t ask me to. I never know club business, so there’s likely nothing I could tell you, but I won’t be telling you anything at all about them, just on the off chance you might use it against them.”
“You know they’re the bad guys, right?”
I sighed. “I know they don’t follow society’s rules, but I don’t think calling them the bad guys is entirely accurate. They have their own moral code, and while it isn’t mine, I understand it, and I won’t say anything bad about it.”
He shook his head, disagreeing without arguing, and changed the subject. “So, if you’re new to town, do you want someone to show you around?”
“Yeah, that’d be nice. I gotta warn you — I’m going to be focused on work for a while so I may not have free time in the evenings, but I’m hoping to get out and have fun on the weekends.”
When we got back to the apartment complex, he walked me to my door, caressed my cheek with the back of his hand, and leaned in to kiss me.
At first, I was almost disappointed in the slow, easy way his mouth covered mine, but within seconds his hand was at the back of my head and his lips had opened mine, his tongue pressed in and the world faded around us as I could only concentrate on the kiss.
I could smell his arousal, which only kicked my own up a notch, but I finally stopped to really take in his scent, and smelled Fae. He likely had no idea of his non-human ancestors, but it was just enough to make my mouth water and want so much more from him. I immediately understood my initial appeal to him, though I had to admit this kiss had sealed the deal. I wanted this man.
When he finally pulled away, I whimpered, but quickly remembered who he was and the judgments he’d placed on my family. No way was I sleeping with him right after meeting him. I let my hands slide from around his neck, down the front of his shirt, and said, “I have to get up early in the morning and still have some last minute prep. You have my number, let me know if you
still want to do something Friday night.”
I smelled Bash as Thomas went down the steps and headed off towards his apartment, and wondered how long Bash had been watching. I saw him on the other side of the parking lot, standing against a tree and likely out of Thomas’s sight, and I sighed. With the wind direction, he might’ve been there since Thomas and I walked back.
I heard a door close on the other end of the complex, and Bash started walking towards me. He was pissed, and he walked like he was trying to hold in his temper. He had a right to be upset about my spending time with the DA, but he didn’t have a right to be pissed off about anything else, and I determined not to let him scare me.
My determination failed as Bash came striding up the steps two at a time, his face closed off and harsh.
“What. The. Fuck.” I’d never seen Bash’s anger focused towards me with this kind of intensity, and I took a step back as he finished with, “Do you know who he is?”
“I didn’t when I agreed to eat with him. I found out at dinner.” I kept my voice calm, and didn’t sound scared. I was pretty sure I didn’t smell too scared, either. Go me.
“And yet you still fuckin’ made out with him on your doorstep? And what about telling me we’d do something this evening, and then dumping me for the fucking DA?”
“We never talked. Our plans were just tentative and I had no idea you were coming.”
He shook his head. “Open the damned door, Princess. I’m not doing this out here.”
I didn’t know what ‘this’ was, but I wasn’t prepared to argue with him out here, either.
Neither of us talked when we were inside. Just looked at each other.
Finally, he asked, “You still going out with him Friday?”
“Yeah.”
He looked away, his face cold and hard, his eyes narrowed. Damn, he was pissed.
I focused on the old Bash, the one I knew wouldn’t hurt me, and then tried to remind him of who I am. “You have to know I won’t say anything about the club, Bash! I already told him ya’ll are my family, and while I’m not part of the club and not privy to the inner workings, he can never expect me to turn my back on my family.” He glared at me, didn’t speak, and after another minute I exclaimed, “Dammit, Bash! I’m new to town and need to make friends. He offered to show me around town! I’m not going to marry the guy, but it’d be nice to go out on a few dates!”
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