by Rose Briner
I want to be offended that he wants me to call him, Pop, but the warm feeling that fills me tells me that calling him Pop is what feels right in my heart.
“Okay, Pop, thank you,” I tell him with a giant smile.
He kisses the top of my head as he shoves me away from him. “Okay, too much sentimental bullshit for today, get out of here,” he orders as he pushes the door open.
I go to step out, but stop dead in my tracks when I see the open room before me.
“What is it?” he asks when he runs into me from behind, not expecting me to stop so suddenly.
“Please tell me you are joking?” I turn to face him, horror filling my eyes at the scene behind me.
Chapter Seventeen
Natalie
“What is it?” he asks, his eyes turning wild as he searches the room behind me.
I gesture behind me at the room filled with garbage and half naked women lying all over it. “Didn’t I just see a cleaning van leaving the premises earlier?” I ask as I slowly turn back around to look the room again and wince.
“Yeah, Kim comes and cleans once a week,” she’ll be back next Thursday. He scratches his head as he looks around the room. “Dorothy never complains when she comes through here,” he puts his hands on his hips and looks around before turning back to face me.
“R- Pop,” I catch myself just shy of using his name. “Dorothy doesn’t complain because she’s your wife and loves you. You told me to find something to do with myself, right? I highly doubt Thunder would allow me to get a job, so fire Kim,” I tell him as I cross my arms over my chest. I feel silly as he towers over me. I feel like a child throwing a temper tantrum because she didn’t get her favorite toy at the store.
“Why would I fire Kim? She’s been cleaning here for fifteen years,” he says, hurt flickering across his face. Great, I offended the Club President.
Suddenly not caring, I place my hands on my hips, “If you expect me to stick around here twenty-four hours a day, you will fire her, or I will walk off this property and not come back,” I threaten. I hope this works because he might just end up telling me to kick rocks.
“Fine, I’ll fire her, but who is going to clean if I get rid of her?” he asks, suddenly scared of the prospect of having to clean the place himself. I almost laugh, but I want him to take me seriously.
“I’ll do it,” I offer. “The guy’s rooms probably look just as bad; I want to do it, please let me.” I hate that I sound like I’m begging him.
“You sure?” He looks at me like I’ve just grown another head or something.
“The guys need to learn who I am anyways, now is as good a time as ever,” I state. “Get the men and the women out of here, so I can start, this could take hours.”
He steps around me and hesitates one last time questioning with his eyes if I’m sure, before walking to the center of the room.
“All right, ladies and brothers, this party is officially over. Ladies pack your shit up and get out, you can come back tomorrow after dark,” he shouts, causing several people to groan. “Get the fuck out, now!” he thunders, sending several people flying out the door in unison. Half the women don’t even bother to get dressed as they run.
Tim comes running when he hears all the commotion.
“Go get the other members and be back in five minutes,” he orders as he doesn’t remove his eyes from the sleeping members in front of him. “Nat, go get me a bucket of cold water from the sink.”
I look around behind me and spot a swinging door that reveals a kitchen behind it. I cringe when I see how dirty the counters look, before ignoring it and grabbing an empty bucket in the corner of the room and filling it to the top with cold water. I struggle to pull it with me as I walk back out into the main room.
Pop comes over and grabs the bucket from me effortlessly and flings the water at the members sleeping on the couch, not even bothering to walk closer to them as he sends the water flying across the room.
“What the fuck?” asks one of the members in confusion. I look over to see that it’s Fig with his pants down around his ankles. His limp dick is lying in between his open legs. Definitely not something I needed to see, especially this early in the day.
“We have a girl in our presence, put that shit away,” he orders.
“Shit,” Fig declares when he sees me standing there behind him.
I stand silently behind the couch as the other members flood into the room, all the members I assume, except for Parker who is visibly absent. Even a few men without colors on their cuts come in; those must be the prospects.
“Everyone,” he gestures for me to come over, and I shyly come to stand next to him. “This is Natalie, you touch her, and you die, is that understood? She’s going to be cleaning up around here; I want all rooms opened immediately and put all your laundry in one basket in the hallway for her to do. Anyone gives her lip, they answer to me, is that understood?”
Several of them glare up at me as they stand from the couch, “Yes Pres,” they mumble as they all walk off.
“See that wasn’t so bad, was it? There’s soap in the laundry room at the end of the hall, here’s a phone, this is yours now. I need to take off for a while, if any of the members give you lip, you call me okay? My number is saved inside. All of them have names on the front of their cuts; you just let me know. They should leave you alone, especially with you wearing that,” he gestures to the cut he gave me and hands me a set of keys, “these open the rooms that are locked, the third door on the right belongs to Parker, lock it when you are done in there.”
I watch him walk out and drive off before I turn to look around me.
What the fuck was I thinking? This is going to take a week to clean.
“You wanted to be useful, right?” I say out loud to myself as I move into the kitchen to look for some cleaning supplies. I watch the men as they start putting baskets in the hallway and laugh to myself as I watch a bunch of grown men clean. I never thought I would see the day. They don’t look pleased right now, but I hope once I’m done they’ll understand why I had them do it.
Chapter Eighteen
Parker
I hang up the phone and sink into the chair at the back of my shop. My lawyer wants me to come and see him tomorrow morning; he says that he has the results of the DNA test, and says we need to have a discussion in person about those results.
“Fuck!” I shout as I pound my first into my desk. Today has been a long day for me. I haven’t had any customers today, so I spent the entire day finishing up the back piece I’m designing for Dean. Of course, the fucker wants a photo realistic tattoo of James Dean. I think he’s the only member that doesn’t have the club logo tattooed somewhere on their body. Dean’s always been the defiant one among us. We have twenty members in total right now, and I’ve tattooed every single one of them.
Honestly, I think my day has been so long not because of the work I finished today, but because of the way I left things with Natalie last night. That girl has my feelings all twisted up, and I don’t know if I should push her away from me or pull her in closer to me. My heart wants to keep her, but my mind keeps telling me to push her away. I’m scared she is going to hurt me or worse that I might do something to hurt her. Ever since my parents died, this dark cloud has been following me, looking for any chance it can get to rain down on my parade, that’s why I am the way I am. I used Daisy as a fuck buddy because I would feed my darkness into her, but I’m afraid to do that with Natalie, what if she doesn’t like that side of me? What if I scare her away?
“Shit,” I mumble as I put my head down on my desk.
Footsteps approaching my desk alert me that someone is in the room. I know whoever it is has a key, so I don’t bother to look up.
“Need to talk, son?” Drag’s voice has me lifting my head from my desk.
“I don’t want to talk about it, today has been a long day, and all I want to do is go somewhere and have a drink,” I confess to him as I stand up and st
art to pull my leather jacket on over my cut.
“Sit the fuck down, Parker,” great he’s in father mode. I know I’m about to get my ass handed to me.
“Tell me what’s going on with you. I know something is, Natalie came to see me this morning,” he tells me as he sits on the couch in the corner of the room.
“So, I guess she told you that she thinks Brandon isn’t my kid then, didn’t she?”
“She did say that, and I never told you this, but Dorothy and I agree with her. Don’t you find it a little odd that the second you told her it was over, she confessed she was pregnant with your kid?”
I sit back down in my chair and rest my elbows on my knees as I rub my hands down my face. “You know I don’t want kids, Pop, but when she told me that was my kid, I finally felt like I had something to cling to for the first time since Bear died,” Bear is my real dad’s biker name.
I feel the air in the room thicken as I allow myself to think about my father for the first time in years.
“Even if that’s not your kid, son, you have someone else now that can help you fight off that darkness and you know it, all you have to do is let her in. She was so hurt today that I almost told her what happened to you, but my telling her isn’t going to fix the strain between the two of you, so you need to decide if you want to tell her and keep her, or risk losing her by not telling her. No one will tell her, but she’ll never fully trust you if you don’t tell her at least some of what happened to you. For fuck’s sake Parker, she told you everything that happened to her, and yet you can’t even let her in a little bit?”
He’s right, and I hate to admit that. Natalie was brave enough to share pieces of herself with me, and I’m a coward because I can’t even share my dark desires with her, let alone what I did after my parents were murdered. But how can he expect me to share my past with her when I don’t even really understand what happened? Even Drag doesn’t know that I can’t remember everything. I was so torn up, I confessed and let my sentence commence after that. It was the worst mistake I’ve ever made.
“Go find her son, she needs you, and you need her,” he says as he leans forward and rests his arms on the top of his thighs. “At least share something with her.”
I stand from my chair with renewed purpose and pull my jacket on. I’m not ready to tell her why I went to prison, but I can at least see how far she’ll let me push her sexually. She seemed open the last time I had her. My dick twitches at the thought of being inside of her again.
“Where is she?” I ask suddenly needing to get out of here.
“Clubhouse,” he responds as I exit the room.
I don’t even care about locking up right now. She’s in my kingdom right now, and I plan to take her to my room and show her who the ruler of the kingdom is.
I make it back to the yard in record time and shut off my bike and sit there for a few seconds trying to prepare myself for what I’m about to do. I have to calm myself down a little bit before I go in there. Otherwise, I might just end up fucking her in the middle of the hallway or something crazy like that.
I dismount and look around at the surprisingly quiet yard. The clubhouse is just as quiet. I walk inside and find several of the guys sitting at the bar next to the kitchen and not only is the place spotless, but there’s not a single woman in sight.
“What the fuck is going on around here?” I ask out loud when I see Satch and Dean fighting over the plate of food in front of them.
“Nothing,” they mumble as they look at me standing there in the doorway. I think they are trying to hide the food from me. I’ve got to admit it does smell heavenly, but I don’t give a fuck about eating that right now.
I hear noise coming from the hallway, so I head that way to find the source. I make it halfway down when I spot my door wide open.
“What the hell?” I say out loud as I step into my room and look around. All my laundry is gone, and my room smells like fresh fruit. Natalie.
That’s the only explanation I can come up with. I hear humming coming from my bathroom, so I kick my door shut loudly and turn the lock as I head for the bathroom to find my girl.
Oh, fuck no.
I almost snarl out loud when I see the Property of Drag patch on the back of the cut she’s wearing, and she drops the sponge in her hand when she sees me standing there behind her.
“Where did you get that from?” I ask her when her mouth falls open as she takes me in standing there behind her. I point to the offending object on her back.
“Drag gave it to me,” she says as she turns back around and picks up her sponge so she can resume cleaning. “Nice of you to drop by,” she comments absently as she continues to ignore me.
“Take it off,” I grit out at her. I don’t like that cut on her one bit.
That should be my name on her back; I think to myself as I watch her whirl around to face me.
“O-Okay,” she slowly starts to remove it and sets it down on the closed toilet seat as she doesn’t take her eyes off me. Her eyes begin to widen as she continues to stare at me. I can feel the air thickening around us as darkness and desire fills me. I take a deep gulp of air to fill my lungs and blink a few times to slow myself down.
“Come here,” I order as I grab her by the hand and drag her out of the bathroom and over to the bed. I undo my hair and let it fall around my shoulders, and I enjoy the way her eyes flash with desire as she continues to stare up at me. “You know I would never do anything to hurt you, right?” I ask her as I slowly start to remove my clothing. I watch the way she eyes my cut when I throw it over the chair in the corner. She wants me to wear it, I can tell. “Not intentionally anyway.”
“I-I know that Park,” she says softly as she stares up at me. “But-”
She bites her lip as she stares up at me shyly. “But what, Angel?” I ask her softly as I reach for her and drag her closer to me so she can feel my length pressing against her stomach.
“For some reason, I wouldn’t mind it if you were rough with me in bed. Nowhere else, just here. I want you to hurt me,” she says as she slowly back away from me and turns her back to me.
“You sure?” I ask her slowly. “I need this to be clear because I want to fuck the shit out of you right now, and I need to know that you won’t freak out when I share this side of myself with you.”
She simply nods her head as she pulls her shirt off, revealing that she’s not wearing a bra.
I twist her around to face me, my grip digging into her upper arms as I hold her away from me, “I need your verbal consent,” I state as I stare down at her. My patience is wearing thin, and if she doesn’t give it to me, I’m going to need to walk away from this. There’s no turning back from this moment, if she can’t handle this, then we can’t continue. I can’t promise her that this monster inside of me won’t come back again in the future.
“Do it,” she dares me as she defiantly stares back up at me. Her unblinking eyes stare back up at me. Challenging me, giving me permission to take what’s mine.
“God, you are so fucking beautiful, Natalie,” I blurt out as I whirl her back around, so she’s not facing me again as I crack my neck and shut my eyes slowly before reopening them and refocusing on the woman before me. I watch her silently remove the rest of her clothing, not making a single sound until she’s done.
I remove the rest of my clothing once she’s done and come to stand flush behind her as I run my hands down her body slowly as I explore the curves of her body.
Her laugh catches me off guard, “That’s what you came here to do?” she challenges as her shoulders shake.
“Quiet,” I command as I hit her ass hard once in warning. Her loud moan catches me off guard. So, she wants to play?
I bend her over at the waist, and she pushes her ass out in my direction like she wants me to hit her again. I reach one hand between her legs and test her wetness before I drop to my knees and lick up some of the liquid as it drops down the side of her leg.
“Mmm,” sh
e moans as her hands tighten on the sheets in front of her.
I quickly pull away and slap her ass again. When her breathing hitches, I do it again, enjoying the red hand print on her ass.
I look at the marks on her back, and that stops me from beating her ass until she begs me to stop.
Instead, I put my hand back between her legs and take some of the wetness and rub it around the entrance of her ass, allowing my fingers to gently prod the entrance. Her breathing hitches as I insert one finger inside.
“You ever been fucked here before, Nat?” I breathe into her ear, as I take one of my fingers from my other hand and rub circles around her clit.
“N-no,” she manages to get out before another moan overtakes her. I don’t think this girl would care right now if I went and got a plastic dildo and shoved it in her ass, as long as she got fucked right now.
I take some more of her juices to coat her before I move my cock between her legs and rub some of her wetness on myself. I enjoy watching the way the veins in my dick pulse being so close to its prize.
I force myself to move my dick away from the wet, warmth of her pussy as I move my dick to her ass and position myself there.
I try to take it as slow as I can, but my dick has other plans as I push all the way inside of her. She shakes from the force, and she lets out a small squeal of pain before she settles back down against the bed. The force of my push into her has moved her up the bed marginally. I hold breath until I feel her relax.
I stand stock still as I wait to see what she’s going to do, but ever so slowly she starts to move back against me until she’s full on pushing herself back and forth against my length. I’m shocked when she takes my hand and moves it to her clit and encourages me to touch her there. She moans when I comply, so I reposition my legs and start to move inside of her as my hand rubs furiously up and down her clit.
