by Hazel Parker
I glanced up behind me at his face and jumped. He was awake and watching me.
“How long have you been awake?”
“Long enough,” he said, his voice deep from sleep.
His eyes were serious and giving nothing away. Could he tell what I was thinking? Could he see in my eyes that I still wanted what I’d desperately wanted last night?
“About last night…”
“What about it?”
“You said you wanted to give me some time…”
“I did.”
“Well I think I’ve had enough time to think about what I want and I want more.”
“You sure about that?”
I nodded and bit my lip. It was daylight. I knew he could see the redness of my cheeks as I blushed. This was not how I had sex. To be so brazen in asking was embarrassing.
He grabbed my chin tightly and pulled me to look at him in the eyes. “I need to hear you say it.”
“Say what?” I asked.
“Tell me what you want.”
“I want you.”
“You got me,” he said, leaning closer.
“You inside me.”
“Where?” His voice grew deeper.
“Everywhere,” I whispered just before he claimed my mouth.
I didn’t care about morning breath or how crazy my hair must have looked. I couldn’t think of anything as he kissed me. Pressing my ass against him, I was dripping wet in seconds.
His hands moved surely, with one holding my face to his and the other roaming my body. He tasted incredible. His lips were soft, his stubble prickly against my skin—in a good way—and I wanted to remember it all. He kissed me like a man and it only made me wetter.
I couldn’t stop myself from wrapping my arms around his neck and running my fingers through his thick hair as I kissed him back. Our lips moved together, our tongues rolling into each other’s mouths as he sucked on me, savoring me.
He rubbed his jean-clad dick against my wetness, teasing me endlessly, making me very aware that I had no shorts or panties. All I could think about was wanting his clothes gone so that I could push that extra inch until he sunk into me. Even though I knew the risks, I wanted him bareback. I didn’t know this man, but I wanted him to know me in every way.
He growled, pulling himself away to lean over the bed.
“Where are you going?” I said, missing his heat as he climbed out of the bed.
“Condom,” he grunted, kicking off his jeans and boxers before quickly sliding back against my body.
I was disappointed when he sheathed himself. Still, I was finally going to feel that huge cock inside of me. I pulled my thin camisole over my head. Together we lay on our left sides and I readied myself as he lifted my right leg.
We both sighed loudly together as he slid into me.
I moaned as his hand swept up my thigh, across my hip and up my ribcage. My hands set off to do their own exploration. The tips of my fingers caressed the cords of his muscle on small of his back then I grabbed his ass and squeezed. I was rewarded with a quick bite to one of my shoulders. I shrieked loudly.
“Shh,” he said, covering my mouth with his lips.
He coaxed the head of his shaft against the entrance of my silk folds and sounds I’d never heard before escaped my lips.
“You like that?”
“Yeah.”
He rubbed his head against my wetness, teasing me and not entering me.
I reached behind me, stroking his shaft up and down. He pumped his hips, slowly pushing against my hand. Our tempos changed on a dime, playing to each other. My hand held tightly to his silken shaft and his fingers invaded my pussy in sweet retaliation.
I instantly stopped stroking him as he teased and opened my velvet folds.
“Fuck,” I sighed, almost singing.
I relished the feeling of his adoration a moment more before renewing my efforts stroking him.
We moved together, bringing each other closer to climax.
His hot breath tickled my ear as he whispered, “Fuck.”
“Yes,” I moaned, working him harder.
His fingers left me and his cock replaced them. He let out a drawn-out groan as he stretched me walls.
The head of his cock pushed deep into my folds and I wiggled hoping to get even deeper. He chuckled but shifted his hips to give me exactly what I craved. I gasped in pleasure.
His teeth nibbled down my neck and across my shoulder. He sucked on my earlobe. His cock remained pressed into me, but every so often he would lift his hips, drawing out a few inches and making me whimper for their returning drive back in.
Slow and agonizing minutes of torturous pleasure passed as my hips rolled forward drawing him in and out.
His lips claimed me and I pulled away to beg him.
“Solomon, please. Fuck me harder. Faster. Deeper.”
He smiled wickedly. “Not yet.”
My nails clawed at his back as I tried to hold on, frustration building inside of me. He was torturing me, pumping into me agonizingly slow.
Then his cock dragged across my G-spot and his fingers pinched my clit. My pussy clenched around him, working to keep him locked in. He was buried to the hilt in its warm home.
My hands gripped his ass, pushing with all my might, and thrust my hips forward to meet his thick cock.
“Please. Please.”
“Damn. You’re so damn wet.”
I could feel my cheeks burning. Only because I knew what he said was true. I was soaked. My juice pooled between us. I could feel it skating down the crack of my ass and seeping into the sheets. I was beyond frustrated now. On the edge of delirium.
“Fuck me!”
This time he didn’t hold back. He plunged deep. His dick pounded my sex as he covered my mouth and I called out his name, over and over again. He drove into me as hard as he could and we moved like a well-oiled machine.
His mouth replaced his hand as we inhaled, kissed. We licked and bit whatever flesh we could, like animals. I sucked on his shoulder while he sucked on my nipples. He drilled into me hard, his pelvic bone pressing down on my clit. I bit my lip to keep from screaming out. My brain concentrated on nothing but my center—my entire universe at the moment. It was something unearthly.
When we came, we didn’t need to announce it. The words were stuck in my throat; I couldn’t scream if I wanted to. I could feel him grow even bigger and harder inside of me and together we came.
I pushed upward, riding the aftershocks of my orgasm. Then the evidence of our release leaked out of us, soaking the bed. I shook around him and held him close until we caught our breath.
We eased back to the bed, exhausted and fulfilled. I felt warm and cherished as he pulled me back into his arms.
“You’re okay, right?’
“Yes,” I said, smiling and feeling languid. “I’m more than okay. I’m feeling amazing.”
He held me closely and I could feel his voice in his chest. “Good.”
I felt ready to go back to sleep. It was Saturday and the only plans I had were to work on my art. Which reminded me…
“You know, I’ve had trouble working on my final project. I’m supposed to draw a man and I suck at it. But now I have an inspiration,” I said as I ran a finger down his bicep.
He nodded against my back.
“What are you going to do today?” What I really wanted to ask was if there was any way he could stay.
“I got plans.”
Solomon was not a man of many words, but I felt like he didn’t need to make an explanation.
“Well, thanks again for staying the night. Even though you didn’t want to.”
He leaned forward and kissed me softly. His lips were intoxicating and that soft kiss instantly turned into something intense. When we pulled apart, our desire evident in the way our breathing had become haggard.
“It was nothing,” he said before pulling away complet
ely and sliding from the bed.
“Where are you going?” I asked, shocked that he was gone from my side so suddenly.
“I have to go,” he said, redressing, picking up the vest I’d dropped on the floor and walking out the door.
I couldn’t help wondering what exactly he had to do and if maybe he was mad at me. I hoped not. I also couldn’t help wondering if we would see each other again. I reached for my phone and realized we hadn’t even exchanged numbers.
Chapter 9
Solomon
The morning had broken like the sweet melody of a blackbird, full of promise, freshness and newness to come—because I was cock deep into wet pussy that was begging for me to do it harder. But now the morning sat like a cold cup of coffee waiting to be drained away. I walked out the door shaking my head. I slid my cut onto my back where it belonged. It looked badass amongst the backdrop of suburban houses, but no housewives were awake to see it. In fact, everything was so tranquil that I almost didn’t notice the woman who’d followed me out of the house.
“You’re in a gang.”
I turned to find a sleepy brown-haired woman with glasses clutching the edge of her t-shirt staring at me. This must be Jo.
“It’s a motorcycle club.”
“Right. Well. Whatever you call yourself… you need to stay away from Jen.”
I had to give it to her. Some men didn’t have the balls to speak their mind to me.
“And why is that?” I asked, walking around the car to the front seat.
“Because she’s a good girl. She’s going to college. She’s got dreams.”
I could see where she was going. If I were her, I’d think the same thing too.
I was broken. I was no good for Jenny. But in the short time that we’d spent together, she’d become more than just a girl to me and now, I was too far in. Nothing would stop me from seeing Jenny again.
“I don’t know what you’ve heard, but we’re the good guys,” I said, touching my chest. “Trust me. If something bad happens to you, we’re the ones you want to call.”
I slid into the car and started it up. “Now get back in the house so I can go.”
I put the car in reverse, moving down the driveway and waiting in the street as the front door closed.
I fucked up. I fucked up bad. I only had one job. One job—an easy one at that—and I would have been golden. I would have been in. Warren had made it clear that this was supposed to be my last task and what would happen when it was done. But I failed.
I’d never botched a task before, much less forget one. Never, not until a vixen disguised as a damsel in distress caught my eye and I couldn’t resist saving her. Since when had I ever been the night in shining armor, anyway?
To say I was disappointed with myself was an understatement. If my screw up cost me my membership into the most exclusive club on the West Coast, it would be my own damn fault.
I drove home to prepare myself. I had to return my car and switch it out for my bike. We had rules on mileage and, just in case I wasn’t kicked out, I wanted to meet my daily requirement. I also needed a shower.
I could still smell Jenny on my skin. Her scent was in my nose. As much as it made my dick hard, I didn’t need the brothers to smell it too. Besides wanting to keep the scent of her nectar to myself, I wouldn’t want the brothers to know that the reason I hadn’t burned down Blue Nights was because I’d lost my head on a woman.
I dressed quickly, barely paying attention to what I was wearing because today was reckoning day. My President thought his word to be law. Amongst Bandits, it was, and I had not followed the law.
A small part of me wanted to start my bike and drive in the opposite direction. I knew what it was to leave, never come back, and start over. I was good at that, but I couldn’t run all my life. Especially from something that I wanted. I was going to face Gus’ decision head on. I was no pussy. With my leather vest gleaming and the prospect patch on the bottom back unhidden, I drove the short drive to our clubhouse.
The leaves scudded over the ground and took small flights into the air as I sped past. My town slept on Sundays and I was thankful for the lack of traffic. Despite the stress, my mind raced and I felt the happiness I always felt on my bike bubble up from within.
I turned to our entrance and Jerry opened the gate with a tilt of his head. I drove in, parked, and walked quickly inside. I didn’t need to see anyone but my president. My judge and jury.
“Gus.”
“Prospect,” he said, setting down his beer.
Warren eyed me, but I couldn’t read his face. He trailed behind me as I followed Gus to our meeting room and shut the door.
He sat in the chair at the head of the table and crossed his arms over his chest. This wasn’t good. “You fucked up.”
I winced but didn’t deny it. “I know.”
“You want to explain?” Warren asked.
He didn’t have to, but he was giving me a chance to defend myself. I’d known of guys who hadn’t been so lucky and who’d been immediately cut for less.
I took a deep breath and began. “I went, got everything ready, and while I was waiting, I saw a guy take a girl upstairs. It wasn’t my business, but something didn’t seem right. So I went to investigate and found him forcing himself on her. I stopped him before he could do more damage and brought the girl home. If something bad had happened to her, it would’ve been on me. I’d learned enough from you guys to know we don’t let women or children get hurt. I don’t have physical evidence, but I’m pretty sure Blue Nights is running some kind of sex ring upstairs.”
Disgust rolled over me at the memory.
“Why do you think we’re burning it down?” Warren asked, confirming my earlier suspicions.
We were doing the community a favor by burning it to the ground.
“One of our strippers told a member she had been dragged up there one night when she had been off. She’d come back black and blue.”
“That ain’t good for business,” Gus inserted. “So it needs to burn.”
It was the perfect initiation. They had a job to do, and they knew I always got the job done. Well… usually.
Warren stepped closer and mimicked Gus, crossing his arms over his chest. “So the question is, are you distracted?”
I answered without hesitation. “No.”
“You sure?”
“Yes.”
Gus shook his head. “I’m not buying it. That little story you told was the most I’ve ever heard you say in a day, let alone in one sitting, and you didn’t talk about the girls. You only mentioned one.”
“I’m not distracted.”
“So what happened after you took the girl home? Why didn’t you circle back and burn down the club?” Warren asked.
I’d expected this question, but I wasn’t going to answer him. I had a habit of speaking when I wanted to and Gus was right, I’d already said too much.
“Sounds like you took her home and then fell into some pussy instead of doing what I asked. Is that it?” Gus asked.
President or not, the topic of Jenny was off the table. “I’m. Not. Distracted.”
That was all that mattered. I could still carry out the mission. I would do whatever it took to get into this club, be a part of this family and prove I deserved to be one of the brothers.
“Hmm.” Gus rubbed his scraggly beard.
“Are you sure?” Warren asked again.
“Positive.”
“Then we’ll take it to vote,” Gus said, standing. “It needs to be unanimous. If everyone says yes, you get a second chance.”
“And if they don’t,” Warren said, answering my mental question, “you can bring your cut back tonight.”
“Chapel!” Gus said, announcing all the brothers needed to be around the table for a vote.
I had no idea what Gus would say. I couldn’t be sure if he’d tell the full story or a partial one. There were no secrets betwe
en brothers, but I was a prospect. They might choose to ignore the details and home in on the fact that I was supposed to do something, and I didn’t.
What I would do if I got the boot. They had to give me a second chance. I couldn’t give back my vest. It only had the prospect patch on it and I loved it already. That vest had taken me places. What would I do without the club? They’d been my life for the last year and a half. I’d worked my ass off for them and I would gladly do more. If they didn’t all vote yes, I would have to convince them somehow.
I sat there trying to think of ways to convince anyone who said no while also hoping and praying that my work spoke for itself. I’d worked my fingers to the bone for every member and future brother. They wouldn’t kick me out over one mistake. Would they? No. They wouldn’t. I had to believe that because there was no alternative. I steadied myself and stood up straighter.
“A Donovan never stumbles.” That was what my dad used to say. He’d said we were a strong family. Full of iron, steel, bravery, and the kind of spirit that won’t die. My dad had been an awful father and a worse husband. I’d prayed and wished he would die for years for the things he used to do to my mother. Still, I took his words to heart. And I had stumbled. That much I knew and I was willing to do what I needed to do to make it right.
The meeting door opened and Gus nodded at me from the table.
“One last chance,” Warren said as the crowd of brothers dispersed from the room without speaking to me. “Don’t let me down. I vouched for you.”
I let out a breath I hadn’t known I’d been holding. “I swear, brother. That club will burn tonight. Nothing will get in my way this time.”
Chapter 10
Jenny
Sunday mornings were reserved for sleep and, knowing that fact, Jo and I didn’t want to wake the sleeping princess to ask if we could borrow her car. So we caught the bus to campus and walked to the art workroom.
I felt more inspired than I had in a very long time. I’d spent the entire ride with colors erupting in my head and Jo, sensing this, kept quiet for the duration of the ride. It was one thing to sketch at home, but what I was feeling needed all the art supplies I could have and the space of the art room to make a mess.
