His (Hers Book 6)

by Dawn Robertson

  “You think maybe she came up here to sulk or some shit?” Chrome asks. I wonder if he is right, but the educated nagging voice in the back of my head continues to tell me this isn’t a fucking coincidence.

  “It doesn’t make any sense, dude.” Chrome nods, and finally finds a free parking spot that can fit his monstrous truck.

  “You still got a visual on them?”

  And I don’t. They are long gone.

  “Nope, they turned off somewhere.” Fuck.

  Chrome pulls his phone out and dials quickly. Putting his phone up to his ear, he starts barking orders about pulling up information on Veronica Reed and her personal life. Everything down to who she is fucking and when she is fucking him.

  “You think this is all connected?” I ask him once he disconnects the line.

  “Yeah, I think it’s all just a little too fuckin’ convenient.”

  Ryker

  Present

  I sit across the hotel room watching the cheap blonde hooker suck Judge’s dick. I’m over blondes. Every fuckin’ blonde reminds me of Journey and it just pisses me off now. We were gonna share her, but the more I watch her pleasure him, the more I want nothing to do with her. I could get up and walk out of the room right now, but I don’t want to. I don’t want to move. I just want to sit here and watch this cheap whore take a face shot.

  “Fuck baby girl,” Judge moans out while the cunt deep throats him. Her perky little ass lifts into the air trying to give me a view of her bare pussy. She wants it. She is fuckin’ taunting me.

  “Ryker, dude. Hit that.” Judge says and nods.

  All I can picture is Journey. And the fact that all the time I chased her around like a fuckin’ lost puppy dog, she wouldn’t let me fuck her. Not once. Fucking’ fifteen months of trying to get into her pants with no fuckin’ luck. Unbelievable how much time I wasted on her. I can’t figure out why either. God damn Bloom women.

  The whore’s mouth pulls away from Judge’s cock, giving me permission to fuck her.

  “Come on big boy. Don’t you want some too?” she coos and her voices reminds me of Journey. Fuck! Everything reminds me of that little bitch.

  I can’t help it, my body moves on its own before my mind is able to catch up. I take a few steps across the small shitty hotel room and unzip my pants. My cock is already hard and ready to hate fuck this little cunt. I pull a condom from my wallet and put it on. No knowing what kind of fuckin’ nasty shit this bitch has. Not like Journey. Her perfect little virgin cunt. FUCK FUCK FUCK! That fucking bitch!

  Once I have the condom on, I lift the small plaid skirt, and plow right into her with no warning. How can someone like this try and dress like a fuckin’ innocent schoolgirl when we all know her cunt is as loose as they get.

  I slam into her repeatedly, barely feeling shit. But it is enough to take my rage out. It is just what I needed whether I wanted to admit it or not. Judge was right and I’ll thank him later for this, because it’s his money getting my dick wet, as a peace offering.

  “Right there you little bitch, a little deeper.” Judge says as he pulls his dick free from her mouth and comes all over her pretty little face. “Good girl, you look so much better with my nut on your face.” he says while he starts to put his dick away. “Now you be a good little bitch and fuck him good. I want my money’s worth.”

  I pull out and slam back into her a couple times but its not doing shit for me. Her cunt isn’t tight enough to get me off. What a fuckin’ waste.

  “I ain’t gonna get off with this loose ass cunt.” I pull out and start to pull the condom off when she stops me.

  “If you wanna get off from fucking… fuck my ass big boy.” she smiles up at me with Judge’s come still all over her face. She bends back over and sticks her ass in the air for my taking. Without hesitation I push into her tight little ass and start hammering home.

  “Much better,” I growl out. My hands reach around her neck and start to choke her while I pound her as hard as I can. I’m chasing my own fuckin’ release and I haven’t gotten off in days, even though I’ve tried.

  Shit. Every time I think about Journey it fucks with me. I grab a handful of her blonde hair and close my eyes pretending it was the little bitch I spent way too much time chasing. What I wouldn’t do to get inside Journey. Shit!

  “Yeah, take that you little cunt.” I slam in one last time and fill the condom with a much needed release.

  “Seriously guys?” The door opens up and Chrome is standing in the doorway. “You just couldn’t help yourselves could you?” He laughs.

  “Well you told us to stay put. We got bored. So, we found something to occupy our time.” Judge shrugs his shoulders and lets out a unconvincing laugh.

  “Time for you to go, honey. Go clean up and be on your way.” Chrome tells her. The little blonde scurries around the hotel room trying to look like she wasn’t just fucked by a couple dudes and sent on her way. I can never understand why some women have no respect for themselves like that. Whatever, more pussy for me in the long run.

  “Gotta get to the caves. They want us there at dusk. I want you guys in there earlier as backup. Hidden, so they can’t see you. Remember, we don’t have a visual of who we are looking for so keep yourselves as hidden as you can. But, you know how it all works, Ryker.” Chrome says to me as I toss the used condom in the trash and put my dick back into my pants.

  “You guys do know what Lyric looks like right?” Chrome asks and we nod. She looks exactly like Seven, except in a far more virginal way. Something about her just makes you wanna deflower her and do fucked up shit to her. I really gotta get my mind out of the gutter when it comes to this girl. Hell, any girl in fuckin’ Woodstock. They are all bad fuckin’ news. I am slightly shocked because the only person I’ve wanted to corrupt like that has been Journey.

  Maybe this is a way for me to get her out of my system. Or have Seven James end up taking me out in a basement like she did to Zane. Hell, either way it would all be fuckin’ fun. I chuckle to myself and admire my sick since of humor. I can’t help it. I’ve always been this fucked up.

  “What the fuck is so funny?” Chrome asks me, and the smile fades from my face.

  “Just thinkin’ about that whore.” I lie and hope he never finds out what I was really thinking, because I would find myself six feet under.

  “Okay, so let’s hit the road. We’ll expect you two around eight tonight?” Judge asks as he makes his way to the hotel room door.

  “Sometime around eight.” Chrome confirms.

  Seven

  Present

  I can’t believe this shit is happening. I am torn between feeling bad for Lyric and questioning her loyalty and motives. I hate that she may have been dragged into this all because some douche has a fucked up vendetta against me. The thought of me causing harm to her simply because she made the choice to become involved in my life makes me sick to my stomach.

  On the other end of the spectrum, my mind wanders wondering if Lyric set me up from the get go. Maybe she just is looking for a payday. I want to think the worst of people all the time. I argue with myself until I am exhausted. Both of the girls are down for the evening and I am just sitting here waiting for Levi or Chrome to call me and tell me everything is going to be okay. What if something happens to her? What if this creeper does something to her?

  “Stop, Seven. Let them do what they gotta do.” Star’s voice interrupts my thoughts.

  “Who let you in?” I ask, trying to give her a bit of attitude. I want to be alone. But everyone knows me good enough not to let that happen.

  “I let myself in. I didn’t realize I needed an invitation to check in on my best friend.” She gives me the attitude back. I deserve it though. “I know this sucks, but Chrome isn’t going to let anything happen to Lyric. Between him, Levi, Ryker, and Judge you have the best people handling it all.” Hearing Judge’s name again, I feel a shiver go through my body. A distant memory of a person I never thought I would see again.

>   “Judge.” I say.

  “What about him?” Star asks with a puzzled look on her face.

  “I fucked him.” I blurt out without any further explanation. Star’s face looks like she has seen a ghost and her mouth hangs open in shock. I wonder why she would actually be shocked about my pre-Levi whore-ish behavior.

  “Um… what do you mean you fucked him?” She asks. I can see the wheels turning in her mind. She is thinking the worst and I can’t help but laugh. She thinks I fucked him recently, as in cheated on my husband with him.

  “Yeah, probably about four years ago at the club. Sorry to disappoint you, I didn’t cheat on my husband.” I laugh. Although, now that I think of it, I totally should have fucked with her and convinced her that I did. I guess I just don’t have jokes in me right now.

  “Oh my fuck! You bitch. I thought you really went off the deep end this time!” Star lets out a deep breath she was obviously holding. “Don’t fuckin’ do that to me! You scared the shit out of me!”

  “Sorry, I didn’t think you were going to take it that way. I thought you would know me well enough by now to know I wouldn’t cheat on Levi. Seriously Star.”

  “Dude, you’ve been off the rails. ANYTHING is possible with you.” I guess she is right. But I still feel kind of shitty just thinking about cheating on my husband. It has to be one of my worst fears; that he would cheat on me, that is.

  “I guess that is kind of true, but you have to give me a little more credit than that. If I were going to cheat on my husband, I would do it with someone good. Like your husband. I’d make it worth fucking my whole world up.” I laugh hysterically and grab my stomach doubling over. I gasp for air in my own fit of laughter. Star isn’t as amused by my comment as I am, but I can see her slowly calm down.

  “You are lucky I love you.” She says while jumping onto my bed and making herself comfortable.

  “You could never hate me! I know you’ve tried, but I am just way too lovable!”

  “So tell me about this Judge guy.” she says. “He kinda keeps to himself and he’s new, so I’m nosey. You know how I am.”

  “There isn’t much to tell about him. I played with him one night at the club. That was all.” I say without much thought. “He likes being topped. But, we all know men just love it when I tie them up and have fun with them.” I can’t help but plaster an evil grin to my face. I love fucking with male subs. It’s always just been a highlight of my kink.

  “So, if he’s been to the club then he knows Vince.” Star states the obvious.

  “Obviously.”

  “Then why didn’t he say that to Chrome? Why would he hide that he has ties to Sinners & Swingers?” Star says without missing a beat. My normally dull sidekick is onto something I never even put any thought into.

  “Why would he tell Chrome about it?” I ask.

  “Because of the shit with Vince. He was put in charge of watching Vince with Ryker before Lyric turned up missing. Why didn’t he say that he knew the guy he was put in charge of following? Wouldn’t you think that would be an important piece of information?” Star goes on, but she is making sense. Why wouldn’t he tell Chrome about his past connection to Vince?

  “Because he is fuckin’ working with him. Judge is a fuckin’ plant!” I yell across the room. It all slowly starts to come together. I haven’t seen the guy in years and he magically shows up in my town around the same time that Vince decides he wants to extort us out of money all these years later? Vince could have done this a long time ago, right after James died. But he didn’t. He left me alone. He let this all sit and simmer.

  “You think he really is?” Star asks me with a much more serious look on her face than she had minutes ago. “Because if you think that is really what is going on, I need to get ahold of Chrome sooner rather than later.”

  “Who is watching Vince?” I ask, wondering which bikers were left behind with the task.

  “I think Vegas, Stone, and Ace.” Star replies while chewing on her bottom lip. Something she always does when she is deep in thought. My wheels turn as I think up a plan. What could we do? How can we bring this all to an end while Chrome and Levi aren’t here? Ya know, its better they aren’t here because there is no way in hell Levi would go for any of this.

  “Get them on the phone. Tell them that we need them over here at the house ASAP. Get Paisley here to watch the kids, and we will sneak out before they get here. It will give us enough time to corner Vince alone at the motel before they figure out what we did.” I say and pause to think about what move should come next. If anyone ever figures out what we are about to do, we would be in deep shit with all the men. But, we can’t let this sit. We need to act on it now. Before it is all too late.

  “Send Chrome a text and tell him that Judge isn’t who he says he is. Don’t call. It will bring too much attention to the conversation.” Star picks her phone up and goes to work on her task. I get Paisley on the phone and tell her we need her help.

  “I’ll be over shortly with Diesel.” Paisley says.

  “No, leave him at home. Girls only.” I tell her but offer no more details as to why we don’t want her biker husband here to tip off the other guys that we are about to fuck up their whole day. And then I sent up a silent prayer that our stupid idea doesn’t end up getting us in deeper shit with no one here to bail us out.

  “Am I going to need bail money?” Paisley asks while walking into the living room of my house. “Because, I’m not sure I like where any of this is going.” She confesses.

  I hate to admit it, but she worries about me just as much as I worry about her. I was with her through a lot, but it seems like recently she wants to protect me. The tables have turned, that is for sure.

  “No, we will be good. We should be back in about two hours. If we aren’t back by then, tell Diesel what is going on.” I laugh knowing that half the club is going to be at my house within a half hour because of the phone call Star is about to make.

  “Just don’t get hurt.” She says.

  “Oh, we won’t.” Star says as she pulls the front door closed. “You sure about this?” she turns to me and asks. I can see the hesitation on her face. She isn’t totally down with my plan. No sane person would be, but I know it is what we need to do. We have Vince right where we want him right now. If we didn’t move, we would both regret it in the long run.

  Ten minutes later we are pulling into the motel parking lot. Star jogs into the office and grabs a key to the room Vince is occupying. Perks of being married to the owner I guess. She returns to the car and hands the key to me with a look I can’t really make out. Typically she is easy to read, or maybe I am just off of my game.

  “You sure about this?” she asks me one last time.

  “Yeah, he isn’t gonna hurt us. He wants money, and he thinks he is going to get it. He doesn’t understand now that we placed Judge the whole jig is up. We’ll make him sign the papers we had the lawyers work up, because I am sure he has them and we will leave as owners as Sinners & Swingers, and Judge… well he is gonna be fucked when Chrome finally figures out what his punishment is gonna be.” That part isn’t our problem. Although, it bothers me that Judge could be in on something like this. I seriously misjudged him all those years ago. I made a funny. Judge… misjudged. Get it? Nevermind. Shit!

  I grab the bag I packed from the back seat and we make our way to the motel room Vince is held up inside. I didn’t tell Star about my bag of toys because there is no way she would have gone along with my plan had she known. Hey, I had to have some kind of backup because if we are being honest, Chrome is the scary half of their relationship. I don’t think Star could hurt a fly.

  The key fits perfectly into the lock and I turn it as quietly as I can. I am under no impression that we are going to find Vince in a compromising position. It would be nice, but we just aren’t that lucky. The lock clicks louder than I would have liked and as we push the door open, we are greeted with an empty hotel room. I am slightly let down because I reall
y would have loved to tie this guy to his bed and torture the shit out of him just for shits and giggles. Fucker ruined my plan. I silently signal Star to come in and help me look around. She passes me, looking around and exploring the messy room. He has clearly been here for a couple days without leaving. Just so happens that we finally decided to make a move when he wasn’t here.

  I cautiously push the bathroom door open, praying he isn’t hiding in there. It is empty and messy as fuck, just like the rest of the place. I peer out of the bathroom and see Star closing and locking the door back up, including the privacy chain. Which I am hoping may buy us a couple minutes to find something if Vince does show back up.

  “There’s a window in the bathroom right?” Star asks.

  “Yeah, why?” I question her.

  “That’s our exit. You up for that?” she asks.

  “If we have to.” I complain. Let’s be honest here. I had a baby like a minute ago. All this Harriet the Spy bullshit is far beyond the shit I should be doing right now. But, nooooo. Seven James doesn’t get a maternity leave or even a fuckin’ maternity break. Like I should have even expected one.

  “Toss the room. He has to be hiding everything in here. It looks like he moved into the motel.” We begin to pull drawers open, unzipping bags and suitcases to look at the contents, and then I find it. The holy grail of what would hold everything this fucker is trying to blackmail us with… a laptop. Relief starts to flood through my body and I fist pump to celebrate my find. But it is only a short-lived victory when Star starts to freak out.

  “We only have a couple more minutes,” Star says, peering out the window. “It won’t be long before the guys pick up GPS on us and we don’t want that kind of attention here. We’ll leave here and go to Maggie’s and pretend like we are having lunch or dinner. Whatever the fuck time of day it is, dammit! Whatever you think is important, grab and shove in your bag.” She says more frantically this time.