I’m soaked, dripping wet for him. There’s a river pooling around his hand moving back and forth, rubbing against every pleasurable nerve in my body. His tongue on my neck, his hand in my pussy and that strong thumb toying with my clit.
I buck, and I fight, feeling the orgasm coming. His free hand comes down on my throat, holding me in place. “You are going to come; do you hear me? Nothing you do will keep you from unravelling over my hand. This isn’t your orgasm, this is mine, and I earned it.”
I’ve only had sex with one other person – Zac, and while he talked dirty to me – he never talked to me like this. He never made me want to give him anything, but Butch, he makes me want to give him everything that I have. And I do.
CHAPTER 6
I know my future because I’m creating it. -Anonymous
Butch
Two days. It’s been two days since I had that beautiful vixen coming undone in the palm of my hands – literally. She’s the only thing I’ve been able to think about. The way her eyes roll back just when she’s at her breaking point, how she bites her lip and that soft, sinful moan passing through those delicate lips. No matter what I do, I can’t seem to get her out of my fucking head.
“Butch!” I hear Reed’s fist slam against the table, and just like that my attention is brought back to where it needs to be. “Good God. Pay the fuck attention! I can’t keep repeating this shit over and over again. Don’t make me come over there and rip that patch off you!” Reed huffs, glancing around the room, meeting the eyes of every brother. “That goes for every person in here. You’d damn well better pay attention to what the fuck I’m saying.”
Every brother in the room goes quiet, all of us staring at our Prez. “We failed. Do you hear me? We failed her when we shouldn’t have. Which is exactly why we have to do better.” He states, rising from his seat at the head of the table, pacing along the front of the room.
“Shit. I can’t believe we’re all huddled in here because no one planned a baby shower for Daisy. Shouldn’t Elena have done that? Why is it our responsibility?” Slasher growls, rolling his fist into a ball.
I chuckle instantly. Slasher has been hanging around our club the last few months. He says that he’s a Nomad and he swears by that single lie that he tells himself every day. I call it how I see it and seeing how he hasn’t left the past few weeks I’d be saying he’s practically a member of the club. I’m not chuckling because of that though, I’m sitting here in my seat snickering because the idiot doesn’t know what he just did. Daisy is the heart and soul of our club. She is the Peanut Butter to our Jelly sandwich. No one fucks with Daisy, and seeing as how she’s been through the ringer, Reed is damn sure to give this girl the baby shower she’s dreamed of. Even if Ryder has already made his grand entrance.
“What the fuck did you just say?” Seamus snaps, rising from his seat so quickly that his chair screeches against the wooden floor.
“I said. Why. The,” Slasher can’t finish his sentence before Kyle whips his fist around and slams it into Slash’s face. Half of us laugh, and the other half glare at Slash like we could kill him on the spot. I’m one of the fuckers who’s laughing, enjoying the show that’s being played out right in front of my very own eyes.
“Enough!” Reed roars, slamming his fist down on the table. “We’re planning a fucking baby shower, and we’re gonna do it right. You understand me?”
The door comes flying open and in comes, Elena with a look like she might put the fear of God into every single one of us. “I am all for planning this surprise baby shower for Dais’ but if you keep opening your big damn mouth then it’s not gonna be a surprise,” she whisper-yells at her husband.
“Shit. I’m sorry, Siren.”
“You damn well better be because I’m fucking pissed. Seriously?” Elena turns to look at the rest of us who line the room. “You couldn’t keep his big mouth shut. You of all people?!” She snaps at Seamus. “You big idiots wanted to make it up to Dais by throwing her a surprise baby shower and not asking me, Jenna, Michelle or Mar’ for help, and I let you because that’s exactly what I did. I allowed you do something that should’ve been mine to plan but here you are, yelling so loud that she could hear you all the way from Bubba’s about her SURPRISE BABY SHOWER.”
“We got this Elena, don’t you worry. It’s gonna go great. Daisy won’t know what hit her, she’ll be thrilled with all the shit we’re planning,” I tell her, offering a confident smile that I hope will calm her down a bit, and luckily it does.
“Fine. She’s fucking raving about you being there for her when all of us weren’t anyway. I can’t fucking believe we missed it!” I can’t believe they all missed it either. It would’ve been nice having some damn help talking sense into the woman. Thankfully, we got to the hospital just in time.
“I can’t believe any of the shit that’s going on lately, to be honest,” Reed comments, getting back into his seat. Elena walks over and sits on his lap, looking out to the rest of us. “Do we have any updates?” He asks, eyes immediately drifting over to Dmitri and Seamus.
“It’s confirmed that the Cartel is active again, but we knew that already. What we don’t know is why, and more specifically – why now?” Seamus says,
“We may know why they’re back,” Dmitri grumbles.
Everyone’s focus suddenly turns to Dmitri. Obviously, he knows something that the rest of us don’t. “Rafael wants the girl. He’s made it obvious time and time again, what if he’s come back to claim his bride.”
“What girl?” Chaos hisses, truthfully, I forgot the fucker was in here. Chaos is an interesting creature, he’s the blood brother to Pain – our longest reigning Prospect.
“Maria,” Dmitri answers.
“What the hell are you talking about?” Chaos snaps, glaring at Dmitri and then Reed. “What haven’t you told the rest of us?”
Hah. Bingo.
I fucking knew Chaos had a thing for her, could see it plain as day! What I don’t think Chaos realizes is that his brother also has the hots for Maria.
“You said he’s made it obvious. How has he made it obvious?” Pain interjects. He’s always been the more level-headed brother. Even though he’s made a mountain of mistakes, in most cases he thinks about the consequences before he acts.
“He’s made it apparent that Maria belongs to him,” Elena tells the group of us, “which she doesn’t. Maria is a club girl, she’s just as much part of this club as any of us are sitting in this room. Now, we haven’t told Maria about any of this – and we won’t. The only thing that this will do is stress her out and cause her worry, we don’t need any of that.”
“So, Rafael is back because of Maria?” Slasher laughs.
“Are you trying to get your ass beat today?” Chaos growls, putting his hands up over the wooden table, ready to beat Slash’s face in. I don’t blame him either. Slash is a dick most of the time. Even Dmitri hates him, and he’s one of the chilliest guys I know.
“Slash, shut the hell up,” Reed barks.
“We also need to talk about something else,” Elena mutters quietly. “I don’t know how many of you were at Bubba’s a couple nights ago, and I’ve kept quiet about it until now…until I knew for sure, but Bellamy Mason was there, and if that wasn’t shocking enough, she confessed something to me, something that she found out and it was confirmed earlier today. Bellamy Mason is my half-sister. Jimmy was her father.” The room goes silent at her admission.
What. The. Fuck.
There is no way in hell that I just heard her right.
“Oh shit, Siren. Are you okay?” Reed asks, bringing his hand around her, rubbing her shoulder.
“I’m fine, I really am. I think all in all I’m just shocked more than anything. I was a bit rude to her. I feel bad about that now and I will talk with her soon but that’s something to deal with another time. We need to be focused on the threat at hand, so I need two of you to do something for me, a favor of sorts, but I know in my heart that you’ll do this for
me. You’re all my brothers. We are a twisted, fucked up family, but we’re still family. Reed has initiated a sort of protection order since the incident with Jenna in the woods and that hasn’t been lifted. While we have protection here…Bellamy does not. I know that maybe our enemies don’t know that she’s my half-sister, but we need to be prepared if they do and that’s exactly why I want two of you to guard her. You will follow her everywhere, you will be her protective detail. You got me?”
The group of us answer with nods and yeses.
“Her tour bus leaves tonight after her show, the next stop on their site says Cincinnati, and honestly I don’t know anything. I’m just telling you what I found out on Google. Do I have any volunteers?”
I think about this for a good second, my mouth flies open before my brain has time to catch up and process what I just agreed to. “I’ll do it.”
Bellamy being Elena’s half-sister complicates things, but it doesn’t take the need for me to see her away. Maybe it should freak me out that I fucked around with Elena’s sister, but who the fuck cares? I just know one thing right now. I want to see Bellamy again, and I can. It looks like I’ll be seeing a lot of Bellamy.
“Slasher. You’re going with him before everyone beats your ass,” Reed tells him, getting a round of applause from the room.
When I exit the room, I’m wearing the biggest shit eating grin on my face. I think to myself, I’ll see you soon, Sugar.
CHAPTER 7
The question isn’t who’s going to let me; it’s who’s going to stop me. -Ayn Rand
Bellamy
“You’ve got a few interviews lined up over the next couple days. I know that none of you like hearing this shit, but it’s necessary. Interviews mean exposure, which leads to more people hearing about you, maximizing your fanbase and at the end of the day that means more money for everyone. I don’t know about the lot of you, but I’ve been eyeing a new Prada bag.” I overhear Evie talking to the boys, I don’t mean to eavesdrop, but it’s a bit hard to do when we’re stuck on a bus with each other. “Bell?” I turn my head to the left and look over to Evie, who’s staring me down. “I haven’t booked many interviews for you quite yet considering that we’re still dealing with your PR nightmare, and honestly, we’ll probably be dealing with that for the next five years, so we’re gonna buck up and just say fuck it. Okay? I want you shadowing the boys, seeing how they handle interview questions. There’s a possibility someone might get ballsy and ask you something. Under no circumstances will you answer, do you understand me?”
I immediately glance over to Jase, Rocky, Miles, and Syd – all who look at me like I’m a lamb getting ready to be slaughtered. “I got it. Don’t you worry about me, Ev’.”
“Oh, sweetie. You don’t have a damn thing. Tell me that after you meet with Summer.” She laughs, going to sit down at the barstool in front of the small island along the kitchenette. I stay seated on my comfortable position on the plush couch, thinking about none other than Summer Poole – the woman who helped expose me to the entire world, also known as the Devil.
There was no proof that Zac was the one who sent her the naked pictures of me, but I knew deep down it was him. No one else could have had access to those photos. Absolutely no one. I had sent them through Snapchat, and he must’ve screenshotted them. Only, I didn’t know when I sent them that he would use them as a form of revenge and blast them out to the ice queen of the media world. That’s where Summer came into play, she got my pictures and had a field day, sending them out everywhere that she had access to. I was her story. While she ruined my reputation, she gained followers. How messed up is that? I was crying myself to sleep for weeks, and she was out partying amongst the elite, celebrating her success – tearing me down piece by piece.
I was just newly signed and starting to gain momentum in the music industry when the photos leaked, and within one second I was branded a whore. Not exactly a way to keep my image up, is it? People loved to say that I was the one who leaked my own photos to Summer as a way to get in the spotlight, it was a “publicity” stunt. That’s bull hockey, and we all know it. Never have I wanted to be exposed in such a way.
Evie has been a godsend, a tough lady, but a godsend nonetheless. She’s put together anything and everything that she could to help me repair my reputation. It started out with going to hospitals and singing for sick kids, then to the animal shelters donating my hours, which ultimately led to benefit concerts and somehow that turned into me booking not only more gigs but also helped promote my music. I wasn’t just the ex-girlfriend of Zac Depp who made her fame by her cover videos on YouTube. I was Bellamy Mason, rising star.
There have been times where Evie and I have butted heads, but at the end of the day she does what is best for us, and that’s all that matters.
***
“Are you sure you want to be here?” Jase questionably asks me. I know exactly what he’s thinking, that I won’t hold myself together once I’m face to face with Summer, and who knows – maybe I won’t. But I will sure as heck try.
I simply nod my head at his question. Yeah, this woman may have scorned me, but I am the bigger person, and I can’t wait to show her that.
No…what I can’t wait to do is show her that her attempt to ruin me failed. I may still be dealing with a lot of crap from trolls, but she doesn’t know any of that. The only thing she will see is me, standing before her, with a poo-eating grin on my face.
The group of us have been sitting in a small room with two leather couches for the last forty minutes. It’s just passed five in the afternoon and the guys were supposed to start their interview at about four-thirty. Evie ended up passing on attending so she could go schmooze some big wigs in the radio world, meanwhile, we’re left here waiting on the Ice Queen to summon us, and by us, I mean the guys.
“She’s sure made us wait long enough,” Rocky huffs, stretching his legs out across the floor in front of him. “I’m damn well gonna make myself comfortable waiting for the Ice Bitch.” He lugs his arm around me and pulls me against him until I lay limp against his side.
“You realize this is gonna give her the wrong impression, right?” I mumble, automatically knowing how she’s going to twist this scene and say that I’m in a relationship with Rocky. It’s like a sixth sense that I have. Maybe once you’re scorned by the media you start thinking how they think or think about the different ways that they can get a one-up on their colleagues.
“I’m holding your lil’ butt just like I’d hold my baby sisters, if I had one,” he chuckles,
“You are not,” Jase growls lowly, rolling his eyes at Rocky.
Out of everyone, I’ve noticed that these two bicker the most. Nothing ever comes of it, but they fight like an old married couple. It’s amusing, lightening the mood exactly when I need it to. This time it doesn’t, though.
“Take your paw off Bellamy before Summer gets the bright idea that we’re all fucking her.”
“She won’t think I’m fucking her. I can hardly stand being in the same room with her,” Miles hisses, causing me to gasp in shock and glare at him.
“Will you just tell me what in the hell I did to you that makes you hate me so much?” I snap, shocked at the fact I even cursed, which is something I only do when I’m singing or extremely pissed. I don’t get it. I just don’t understand why in the hell Miles hates me. He always has, and maybe he always will, but I damn well deserve an answer! And what I don’t deserve is to be treated this way.
“It’s more what you didn’t do. You didn’t work your way up from the bottom playing at no-name clubs. You sang other people’s songs in front of a camera and the only reason you were discovered is that you were riding on Depp’s fame. That is the reason you’re even in this room with us because you saw an opportunity with him and started playing your own game.”
“She isn’t Kallie, stop treating her like she is,” Syd barks, jumping up in my defense. Kallie Hart, Miles’ ex-girlfriend. Oh my gosh. How I should have known.
He hates me because he thinks that I’m just like her. The only difference is that Kallie actually used her boyfriend to get noticed, I didn’t. All I did was continue to be supportive of Zac, while having a bit of fun on YouTube. I never knew that my channel would blow up overnight, or that I’d be getting a call from a major record company. It was a once in a million shot. There was no way that I could’ve seen what the future had in store for me.
“She is nothing like Kallie,” Jase jumps in, and the next thing I hear is Rocky going, “Yeah,” in total agreement with his other two bandmates.
“That’s bullshit, and you all know it. Bellamy is just like Kallie, and you’re all too blind to see it. Especially you, Jase. You’re like a fucking puppy dog practically in love with her, co-writing songs in the middle of the night. You think we don’t hear that shit? You’re getting played just like I was, man. I only hope that you realize what kind of leech she is before it’s too late.”
“Wait. Hold up a minute!” Syd snaps at Miles. I sit up and stand. Rocky tries to grab my hand, but I’m too quick for him as I take a few steps away, turning towards Miles.
“Well, this leech is going to get lost.” I knew that Miles didn’t like me, it was so much more than obvious. Only, I didn’t fully comprehend just how much until today. I can’t blame him, in a way I can understand why he hates me so much. Kallie took him through the ringer. But just because I empathize with the way he feels doesn’t mean I’ll stand around and be his punching bag. He can talk as much crap about me as he wants. I refuse to stand around and listen to it.
Quickly, I walk towards the door and shut it tightly behind me, continuing down the hallway until I turn the corner and am faced with none other than the Ice Queen herself, Summer Poole. “My, my. I could hear your lovely little squabble from my office. Care to tell me what has the pack in a spiff?”
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