Chapter 5
Mia
I wake up with a piercing pain in my side. Reaching down I pull up the shirt I got from Torch, that is two sizes too big, and see the nasty bruise that has grown over night. Torch tried to get me to take a painkiller, but I refused. Deciding it’s best if I keep my wits about me for now. Since they’ve given us no choice but to stay here, I’m going to demand that they provide us with some luxuries we haven’t had in a while. Starting with a toothbrush. Raising out of bed slowly, I make my way to the door, determined to get what I want.
I easily find my way back to the main area. It’s basically deserted, but I can hear clanking coming from a door by the bar. Walking through the entry I see the one they call Saint standing with his bare back to me. I get a great view of his back piece. The black and grey tattoo is the face of a skeleton. The jawline and eyebrow are done in a tribal design, but keeps to the shape of a skull. The eyes look like a swarm of darkness with a small circle of light, pulling off the wicked factor. Rows of bottom teeth are lined perfectly with the top, the shadowing making it look like there is a slight overbite.
I clear my throat, wanting Saint to turn around, because the eyes on the skull are starting to give me the creeps. He does spin around, holding a steaming cup of coffee in one hand. I’m not able to hold back the groan that comes flying from my throat. With a smile on his face. He places the cup of coffee on the counter, and slides it to me. “Any sugar or creamer?” I ask him.
He pours him another glass, then walks to the other side of the kitchen sitting down at a, round, wooden table. Grabbing the sugar and creamer containers, he placed in front of me, I take in my surroundings. The red walls and old wooden floors, remind me of an old barn. The rustic looking brown cabinets and marble counter tops makes me smile. These bikers may have tattoos and wear leather, but deep down they’re country boys. Walking over to Saint, I sit next to him at the table that could easily hold twelve people.
“You’ve made me a very happy woman, Saint. It’s been too long since I’ve had a cup of coffee.” I’m looking into his hazel eyes that are green, with tiny flecks of brown throughout. His dirty blonde hair is cut close to his head. He has piercings in both nipples. Quirking up his left eyebrow, that is also pierced, Saint gives me a smile that could probably bring any woman to her knees.
“Not that I mind you undressing me with your eyes, I would much rather it be your hands.” He states while casually taking a sip of his coffee.
“I was debating with myself on whether you have any more piercings.”
I’m practically drooling just thinking about it. I have never considered myself a whore, but I’m not a prude either. There are needs a woman has, that only a man can fulfill, and I’ve always wanted to fuck a guy with a Jacob’s latter, and I’d put money on this sexy biker sitting in front of me having one.
“Listen baby, I don’t play games. I would love to show you every piercing I have. All you have to do is ask.” At least he isn’t trying to get me to beg, like that asshole Torch. Instantly I lose all interest in playing find the barbells with Saint. I start comparing him to Torch and he comes up short in all departments, even the ones I have only imagined.
I start mumbling under my breath, about leather clad men that I would love to set on fire, when Torch strolls through the door. Fully dressed in black wranglers, white t-shirt, and black biker boots. I wet my now dry lips with my tongue and try to turn my attention back to Saint before he notices. “What if I had another favor to ask for?” I ask Saint, who is now looking at me curiously.
“Me and the girls need some clothes and other essentials if we’re going to be staying here for a while. Would you mind running to town with a list?”
“Yes I would mind. I’m not going shopping for a bunch of girly shit. You can ride with me and get what you need.” Saint declares, walking to the sink with his empty mug.
“I’ll go into town; Buck wants you to talk to Rebecca and see if she knows anymore about Jose and his operation.” Torch says, looking at Saint.
“She already told you everything she knows. There is no need to keep interrogating her.” I throw my two sense into the conversation. They just keep talking, among themselves, as if I’ve said nothing. Which just further irritates me. I walk by them and place my mug in the sink, “assholes” I mumble under my breath before exiting the kitchen.
When I make it back to the room, the girls are all sitting up in bed, rubbing the sleep from their eyes. I start pacing the floor, trying to figure out how to avoid Torch. I bet Buck never said anything about Saint talking to Rebecca. He just wants to torture me by making me spend time with him. A knock on the door has me yelling, “go fuck off.” Then the door opens, and in walks Torch smiling at me. Showing off that damn dimple.
“Are you hard of hearing old man? I said Go. Fuck. Off. Not come in.”
“I’m taking Mia for a little lesson on manners.” Torch declares right before lifting me up and over his shoulder, and walking me into a vacant room. He sits me back on my feet, and lightly pushes me against a wall. Placing his left hand on my hip, he leans against the wall with his right. With his foot between mine, Torch nudges my legs apart, and leans down whispering into my neck.
“Why are you being a bitch, Mia?” His warm breath feels so good on my skin, which causes a shiver to run down my spine. He takes his teeth, and nips my ear lobe, causing my knees to weaken, so he has to lean in further to help hold me up.
“Answer me or I’ll bend you over my knee and make that ass of yours hurt.”
I don’t know what to say. Part of me is getting excited by the idea of his big hand, leaving its mark on my ass. When he realizes I’m not going to answer, I feel the smile on his lips, that are now kissing the inside of my neck. “You wanna know what I think?” He asks.
Not having the ability to speak, in fear he might stop, or worse this be a dream, I just nod my head. “I think you are wound so tight that you’re ready to explode, even now, and I’ve barely touched you. Am I right, Mia?” This time I whimper as a response. Trying to mentally move his hand faster that’s now slowly trailing up my bare thigh. I have on a pair of his boxers, with nothing else underneath. He moves his hand further up, just an inch from where I want it, causing me to shudder with need. Then he stops.
“You know what you have to do, Mia.”
My clit is throbbing, begging for any kind of traction. I know if I let him do this, he wins this battle we’ve going on between us. Right now, my body is screaming for me to dry hump him and my mind is telling me not to be stupid.
“Please Torch. Please touch my pussy.” I start begging, my body winning the internal war, while trying to move my hips to get some kind of friction. He slams his mouth onto mine, demanding me to open by biting down on my bottom lip. Just as he plows forward with his tongue, he thrusts two fingers into my pussy, my walls instantly gripping onto them.
“You’re so fucking tight and wet for me.” He mumbles, before taking his thumb and rubbing small circles on the outside of my clit. I throw my head back on the wall, not caring if anyone can hear the noises I’m making. No man has ever touched me like this before. He is rough, yet gentle. Fast and slow.
“Do you want to cum, Mia?” He whispers, against my neck. I can feel my core getting tighter and tighter, waiting on just the tiniest bit of pressure to send me over the edge.
“Yes… yes… please. Please make me cum.” I yell out. The exact second his thump presses down on my clit, my inner walls clamp down on his fingers. All the muscles in my body go tight, while he draws out my orgasm. After my body goes slack, and my breathing evens out, he removes his hand, bringing his fingers to his lips, licking them clean of my juices.
“Next time it will be my tongue that makes you cum.” He declares, leaning down giving me a soft kiss on the lips. “Now stop being a bitch and make me that list.”
Chapter 6
Torch
It’s now Friday night, and the party is in full swing. Music
is blaring through the speakers, guys are getting off in random spots around the room, while I look down at the bottle of beer I’m currently nursing. Taz’s comments starting are to piss me off. We’ve been friends for years, he’s actually the one that introduced me to the MC. We met in high school after his parents moved to the states freshman year. Back then I played football to try and please my dad and he joined the team to get more girls. Two weeks before I was supposed to graduate I had a falling out with the old man and was kicked out of my house. I moved around from couch to couch for the majority of my twenties until I ran into Taz. He had just become a patched in member and introduced me to Buck.
“… You really shouldn’t let this woman lead you around by the balls. She is sexy as hell brother, but there is plenty of pussy here to keep you entertained.” Taz rambles on. To him women are good for one thing and he never goes back for seconds.
“Spitfire is not the reason I am sitting here, sipping my beer, minding my own damn business. In case you forgot, we killed two men that someone is bound to miss. I’m just trying to keep my head clear, one of us has to be smart,” I spit out.
“That is why you should’ve been the VP, brother. You’re less selfish.” He states before patting me on the back, “now if you will excuse me, there is a sexy little Latina begging for my attention.” I take another sip of my beer as he walks away, remembering the day Buck told Taz he would be VP. We had just lost the former Vice President, Caliber, in a fight over territory with our rivals from Blacktop Sinners MC. Taz was reluctant to accept, but eventually came to his senses.
“I’ve been looking for you everywhere.” Mandi states while placing herself on the stool Taz just left. “You wanna get out of here and go have some fun?"
Looking around the room, watching as all my brothers enjoy their beer and women. No one else is concerned about the repercussions we may be facing. “You know the rules, Mandi.” I say, not trying to hide the annoyance in my voice.
When her and I first hooked up. I made it clear that jealousy isn’t something I’ll put up with. The first sign of it and she would no longer be warming my cock for the night. The display she put on with Mia was enough to show me she no longer agrees with our arrangement. Mandi wants more, but there is something Buck taught me early on. You can’t turn a whore into a house wife.
Glaring at me, mumbling something under her breath, she saunters off to find another dick to choke on. It goes without saying she’ll have no luck with the members of the club, every one of them warned me to stay away from her crazy ass, she is going to have to settle for a prospect. Taking another sip of my beer, I try to remember the last time I actually enjoyed a woman’s company. My mind instantly sends images of raven black hair, golden brown eyes, and a mouth that could surely make a weaker man cry. Maybe Taz was right, maybe Spitfire has gotten to me.
Chapter 7
Mia
I can hear the music coming from outside the room and feel the low bass through the floor. Scarlett and Sammy have somehow managed to fall asleep despite all the noise. Looking over at Rebecca, I see a look of both curiosity and fear while she stares at the door. Probably wondering the same thing as me. What in the hell are they doing out there? Part of me wants to at least take a peek, maybe crack open the door, but then I remember all the harm that could come to my girls if I wasn’t here to protect them.
“You should go out there, Mia.” Rebecca states, sitting on the bed. Bringing her knees up to her chest, she wraps both arms around herself, giving me a pleading look. “if you don’t I might.”
“There is no reason for a girl like you to be in there, Becky.” I declare, using the nickname she hates. I’ve never asked why it bothers her so much and she’s never willingly told me. “Besides I need to stay in here to make sure no one tries to come in.”
“What if Torch is out there trying to saddle up with that nasty woman.” She says, trying to ruffle my feathers. Making sure to keep my facial expression blank, I shrug my shoulders, acting as if the thought doesn’t piss me off. I did just meet the man and even though I have no problems letting my body enjoy him, there is no room for emotion to get involved.
“How do you do it?” She whispers, no longer willing to look me in the eye. “How do you let men touch you after what we went through?” Getting up from the chair I was sitting on, I take a seat beside Rebecca on the bed, taking her into my arms. With her head now resting on my shoulder, I answer honestly.
“I hate that they held so much power over me. I refuse to give them anymore. You saw me after that night, after he raped me.” I say, reminding her of the days I spent in a catatonic state, constantly scared of any noise I heard. “Well a switch in my brain finally flipped. I promised myself that if I were to get free, I would take back my power. Touching, kissing, or being near any man I’m attracted to is like I’m telling that asshole to go screw himself. I crawled out of that hole, unbroken.”
“Am I broken?” She finally asks trying to hide the emotion in her voice. Forcing her to look into my eyes, my heart breaking seeing the tears gathering in hers. I make sure she is listening to me. “You are not broken, Rebecca, you are only fractured. The curiosity you feel towards the party on the other side of that door is proof. You may not be strong enough to go out there this time or the next, but there will be a night you will.”
Straightening her spine, she gets the look of a fighter back in her eyes, “I will take my power back, Mia.” She insists, reminding me of myself when I was her age. While Rebecca may be mentally stronger than Sammy and Scarlett, she still needs a reminder of her strength now and then.
“Scarlett’s broken, isn’t she?” She questions when I glance in the direction of the sleeping girls. Placing my arm back over her shoulder, I give it a slight squeeze, “I know she is stronger than we think. It will just take more time for her to see that as well.”
“I love you, Mia. You’re like the big sister I always wanted.” She declares.
“I love you too, and you are the sister I always wanted.” I state, making sure to give her a big bear hug. I may have met these girls in a dungeon, while we were being held against our will, but I would gladly take the pain again to keep them in my life.
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Just when my eyes are starting to get too heavy to keep open, lying beside my girls that are fast asleep, I hear the outside noise get louder, and see someone standing in the open doorway. Grabbing onto the lamp, I’ve deemed as my weapon, getting to my feet. Seeing my reaction, Torch steps into the room, “Mia, put the weapon down. I only wanted to make sure ya’ll were safe.”
Choosing to ignore his redneck word of the day, ya’ll, I step forward with my make shift weapon still in hand. “You’ve checked now you can go.” I demand, with as much authority as I can fake in his presence. There is just something about this man that completely unravels me. “Go on, skedaddle.” I say in the best southern accent I can manage. “Don’t want to keep them heifers waitin.”
His eyes show no amusement at my attempt to be country, quite the opposite. With two of his steps, four of mine, he is now in my personal space. Grabbing onto the hand that is holding the lamp he gives me a look that both excites me and scares me. “Are you making fun of me?” He questions, removing the lamp from my grasps. Walking me backwards, he drops it to the floor, and traps me against the wall. Why does it feel like he does this a lot?
“Answer me.” His gravelly voice demands over the loud music still coming in through the open door. Just when I start to get more scared than excited, he gives me a small smirk. That is enough to get the anxious feeling to disappear, “I would never hurt you, Spitfire.” He says, using the nickname that has started to grow on me. “But I also won’t tolerate your smart mouth all the time.”
“Have I upset you, Romeo?” I question in a shocked voice, making sure to give him my best smirk. Not expecting the smile, I get back in return, I get a little suspicious when his eyes light up. “You, Mia, may come off as a brave woman to everyon
e else, but I can see through your act. You guard your heart with that spitfire attitude of yours, running people off before they have a chance to hurt you.” He tells me before taking my lips for a kiss that sends chills down my spine.
Breaking the kiss, both of us inhaling deep, he leaves a trail of warmth from my temple to my lips with the pad of his thumb. “I’m going to enjoy breaking down those walls you’ve built up, Mia.” He whispers before taking a step back, leaving me to hold myself up on weakened knees. My body instantly misses his warmth and the feel of his hard chest. Straightening my spine, I remind myself of all the people that have disappointed me, and just like that my defenses go back up. By time I can think of a comeback, Torch has left the room. “Not as much as I’ll enjoy breaking your arms if you touch me again.” I say, wanting to get the last word even if he isn’t here to hear it.
“I think you’ve met your match, Mia.” Sammy starts joking, sitting up on the bed.
“He’s scary.” Scarlett whispers.
“He’s sexy.” Rebecca declares, making us all laugh. Apparently, the talk we had earlier has eased her mind some, and she’s once again the unbreakable girl we have all come to love. Walking to the end of the bed, picking the lamp up off the floor, I wiggle my way back into my spot.
“You would think they would have partied themselves out by now.” Sammy mumbles into her pillow, causing me to laugh again. I doubt Sammy has ever been to a biker party, she may be twenty, but something tells me she was never that reckless growing up.
“Just think about the sweet revenge we will have in the morning girls. I think we should make them breakfast, as a thank you.” I suggest. “Nothing makes a hangover worse than the banging of pots and pans.”
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