We wait for two more hours with no sign of the girls. I’m growing more and more irritated by the moment. I want some alone time with Bellamy. Don’t get me wrong, I want her to bond with her sister. I want them to have that normal sister relationship that most do have, but at the same time, I want her ass on my lap and my lips on her throat.
A few of the club whores pour through the doors of Bubba’s which makes me think that our girls are right behind them, I become sadly mistaken rather quickly. “Where the fuck are they?” I grumble.
Hands wrap around my waist, a head pressing against my back. “They aren’t coming, told us all to have a fun night with the lot of ya.”
I swivel around on the barstool and turn to face Muffin, and no, her name is not a joke. It’s on her damn birth certificate. She’s become one of the resident club whores for the prospects to poke around with.
Her dark curls bounce around her face with a bright magenta lipstick. This woman is anything but subtle. “Muffin,” I exchange a greeting.
“Butchy Boy. Are you finally ready to have a little fun?”
“I’ve been having plenty of fun, but it’s never been with you.”
She turns her face up in a little squirrelly way and glares at me. “You never tried to have any fun with me, I’ve been trying to change that for a long time, you know.” She slides her hand up my thigh and palms my cock, never will I have a reaction to her. Never will this sex hungry whore make my cock hard. The only woman capable of doing that is late as shit, and I’m annoyed.
I take her hand, removing it from my cock and push it back against her. “Get lost, Muffin. You’re not gonna be my Ol’Lady. Stop tryin’.”
“Uh…hi.” I hear her voice before I see her, and there she is, my Sugar.
“Hey, baby.” I get off the barstool, taking a step towards her and bring her into my arms.
“What…are you supposed to be?” She laughs into my chest.
I take a step back, looking at my ensemble. “Ragnar, you know, from Vikings.”
She looks me up and down, laughing the entire time. “You don’t look any different than normal.”
“Well you look just as gorgeous as usual, and I’m not laughing at you.”
“Okay, okay. You’re hot, and just wearing what you usually do. It cracked me up a little bit…since we’re supposed to be dressing up…cause it’s Halloween.” Bellamy laughs the entire time, as she looks up to me I can see tears falling from her eyes.
“Mmhmm, and are we going to solve any crimes today Miss Daphne?” I ask, not able to keep my eyes off of her costume. She nailed it, looking hotter than any other girl who has pretended to be Daphne from Scooby Doo.
“I think we’re more likely to commit a crime than solve one, don’t you?”
“My, my. Where did all of your innocence go?”
“I never claimed to be an innocent goody too-shoes. Everyone else said that about me.”
I can’t help it any longer, I’ve stared at her perky little lips for too long without touching them. That stops now. I slide my hands under her ass, lifting her up, she slides her arms around my neck and meets me in the middle, kissing me like she’s just as starved as I am.
“You took too long,” I mumble against her lips.
“I’m sorry, we all got to talking and lost track of time.” I listen to her go on and on about how she’s becoming friends with Jenna, Michelle, Daisy, Mar, and Elena. In the beginning, I would’ve been lying to say I didn’t think she’d have a problem fitting in. Each one of the women here has very strong personalities, and while Bellamy does as well, her personality is different. I thought that they’d clash. I do have to say, I’m glad that I was wrong, and everything seems to be working out.
“It’s alright, baby. I’m just glad that you were having fun.” I only get a smile in response, and that’s all I need.
The next couple hours we spend dancing and drinking, finally tumbling into a booth together with Dmitri and Jenna, Reed and Elena, and Seamus and Daisy. All of them made a joke about what I’m supposed to be, I’ll spoil it for you. Not one of them guessed Ragnar.
“You suck at Halloween.”
“I don’t suck at Halloween,” I tell Jenna, who cocks her head back laughing.
“You’re dressed up as Ragnar, but you look just like you normally do. So, you suck at it.”
Conversation after conversation ends, the group of us drinking our body weight in liquor. At this rate, Bellamy is squirming on my lap, rubbing her ass up against my cock, causing some problems, if you know what I mean.
“Can we…go?” Bellamy whispers into my ear, grazing her hand on my forearm.
“Fuck yes.” I pick her up and lift her with me as I slide from the booth, waving behind me to signal the guys that we won’t be back.
“Butch,” she groans against my throat, pressing her soft lips against my skin.
The party is still very much alive, brothers and their girls partying like no other. Some of the girls from the shipments have even joined in and are cutting loose tonight. From the corner of my eye, I can see Mar with her hands all over Chaos, tugging at his lips with her teeth. Pain is not too far away, watching the entire thing unfold. I can’t help but wonder how that’s going to turn out. It doesn’t take a blind man to know that those two are both into her. I just wonder which brother is going to win, the older one with the big personality, or the younger one with the giant heart.
We shall see.
Something tells me shit is going to get real between the three of them real soon.
“Buuuutch,” Bellamy hisses, digging her nails into my chest as I walk towards the door. She takes her hand, grabbing my own to make me let her down, which I do. Instantly, I know that she has something up her sleeve. We go out through the front doors of Bubba’s and into the chilly October night. It’s about fifty degrees, colder than usual, enough to give us a mild chill but not so bad to make us want to wear a jacket.
She starts to lead me towards the woods, and I know what she’s trying to do. I grab her hand quickly and lead her in the direction of my bike. While my girl has a great idea, I have an even better one.
I walk her over to my bike, popping her perfect ass on the back, I shimmy up her purple skirt, moving her thong off to the side.
Fuck it. I hook my finger and tug her lacy thong to the right, hearing it rip against her skin. Her pussy is pressed against the leather, her juices sliding onto the seat. I cannot be more thankful for parking a way off from the bar than I am right now. She’d never be down for this if we were parked right out front.
I unbuckle my jeans, sliding them down until my hard cock is out on full display. Quickly, I push her body against the metal, wanting her ass up higher and easy access to that wet heat of hers.
As I put the key in the ignition I hear her breath hitch with excitement. That’s my girl, I think to myself.
I walk closer to her face, taking my cock slowly against her body until I’m right where I want to be. Her breath hits my head, glossy eyes staring up at mine for permission. I nod, tapping her cheek once for her to open and she does, sliding myself into her hot and wanting mouth.
I pump in and out, reveling in how hard she sucks.
With my right hand, I rev the engine, feeling her moan against my cock, as she feels the vibrations hit her clit. My free hand searches for her wet pussy, playing with her lips, moving her wetness around until I slide three fingers inside her, fucking her with my fingers as hard as I can. I move my hand further, fitting a forth finger, feeling her moans heighten as I stuff her fuller. She doesn’t clamp up but takes what I’ll give her.
Her wetness engulfs my hand, with my free hand I rev the engine again, fucking her face and pussy simultaneously. I can’t help it, I have to. I want to use her body in ways that she’s never imagined.
She takes my cock to the back of her throat like a good girl, as tears slide down her cheeks. She’s a vision. I never want to let her go.
I keep revving my engine, until I sto
p, taking my cock from her mouth. I quickly kiss her, moving behind her, my hand still pumping her pussy slowly, just enough to tease.
I slide my hand from her pussy, spreading her juices across her ass. “What belongs to me?” I ask her lowly.
“I do,” she moans as I insert my hand back inside of her pussy, rubbing my fingers along her G-spot.
“That’s right, Sugar. You do”
I line my cock up with her puckered ass, teasing the tight hole, making myself fit inside of her inch by inch. She moans as I do it, loving every second of it. My hand goes to town as I force myself into her ass, rocking my hips back and forth with my hand in rhythm.
She moans against the bike even harder when I rev the engine yet again, the vibrations hitting her clit exactly how I want them to.
I don’t show her mercy.
I fuck her with my cock and my hand the way I want to.
I show her that she belongs to me because she does, and never will I let her forget it.
Her mouth is mine. Her pussy is mine. Her ass is mine.
She belongs to me, and only me.
I refuse to let up on the engine even when she begs, pleading with me because she doesn’t want to come yet. I don’t give a fuck because this isn’t about her. This is about me, and I want to come in her ass and feel her squirt all over my hand. I’m damn well going to do it too.
I slam my cock into her time and time again, her moans growing louder and pussy tightening as I fuck her with my hand, my entire fist fitting inside of her.
She clenches, hips bucking at me. She rocks herself closer against my cock and hand, moving as wild as I am. “Fuck!”
In one moment she’s coming undone, her pussy soaks my hand. Every time I move my hand I can hear her wetness, it spills out of her onto my forearm and I’m a goner, losing my load inside of her ass.
Fuck.
This fucking woman will be the death of me.
CHAPTER 23
She remembered who she was, and the game changed. -Lalah Delilah
Bellamy
My week at the clubhouse showed me a lot of things, maybe even things that I didn’t want to know. Okay, it did. My time there showed me things that I wasn’t prepared for, things that I thought wouldn’t matter but ultimately, it does. I thought that I wouldn’t be affected, or maybe that I could handle things better…I just know in my heart that it can’t. I saw what that girl did, and it replays in my mind over and over again.
It wasn’t just once, she keeps appearing like a stray dog that you just can’t quite get rid of.
There is no escaping the awful reality of what will happen to Butch and I. He is from one side of the tracks, and I’m from another. I thought that there was a way I could adapt to his lifestyle, that I could be his girl, but I know there isn’t. Our lives are just so different. I’m a musician, constantly going to be on the road or working, and he’s a biker who puts his club above anything else.
How did I even believe that was ever going to work?
It can’t, and it won’t.
I hold Mia in my lap, rubbing her soft hair. Butch had Slash go get her a couple days ago, and she’s been with me ever since. She’s chewing on my freshly manicured hand, her sharp little teeth digging into my skin like the small razor blades they are.
All I can do is think about it, about how it won’t work, and each time my heart breaks more and more. I like him so much, and if things were different, maybe we could.
The door to the tour bus opens, and here he comes walking over to me. He leans down and gives me a kiss that could make any girl swoon, myself included. Every single time Butch kisses me, it’s as if the world around us turned to ash, incinerated within nanoseconds, there is nothing but him and I. This is something I’ve never felt before, and the worst part is that I knew it had to end, even if I didn’t want it to. There was no avoiding it. It should be done sooner rather than later. After all, I have an interview for prepare for, and I can’t be focusing on Butch the entire time. I need to have my game face on, especially considering my interview is with Summer Poole.
“What’s up, something’s going on with you,” he says, wrapping an arm around me as he sits next to me on the couch.
I can’t say anything, the words are coming to my throat, but I can’t bear to say them out loud. No part of me wants to do this, I just know that I have to, and those are two completely different things.
“Wow. I know exactly what’s happening here,” he mutters, removing his arm from around me.
“No, you d-don’t,” I stutter, my voice cracking through the words. I told Butch that the event from the other night didn’t bother me, but it did. It was the event that started tumble weeding into the scenario that is about to unfold. I think deep down, that girl showed me that this is what our life would be. That I would constantly be worrying about him at the clubhouse with them, not because I don’t trust him, but because I can’t trust them.
“I guess it’s finally hit you, hasn’t it? You finally got the idea that you’re better than I am, that we’re so different and will never work. Newsflash baby, you’ve always been better than me. Never did I argue with you about that shit.”
He stares at me strongly, I want to argue with him, to tell him what is actually on my mind, but I can’t help but wonder if maybe this way makes it easier. Maybe…just maybe if I let him think what he wants it’ll be easier on him. He’ll already have a pre-conceived idea of what I’m “thinking”. It may be selfish of me, and it is – but he’ll hate me, and that will be easier for him.
If he just hates me, he won’t care about me. He can move on. He can be happy.
That’s the only thing I want for him.
So, I’ll sit here, and I won’t argue at all.
I’ll let him hate me because it will be easier for both of us if he does.
“Wow. You’re not even going to try to argue that you haven’t felt that way.” He looks at me, glances down to Mia and simply shakes his head. Butch walks across the way, leaving through the doors and the moment he does I can’t help but think of how badly I’ve just messed up.
Fuck.
What did I just do?
I’m frozen in my seat, unable to move. The only thing I can manage to do is sob with my puppy in my lap. She licks at my salty tears, and we both sit there in the silence until I can manage to pull myself together.
***
I know how I was just an idiot, I should have spoken up. I should have said anything, and instead, I stayed quiet and said nothing. I have to get through this interview, and then I’ll be calling Butch and telling him that’s not what I thought at all. How I was doubting our relationship because of our differences? The man makes me go insane. I have never been as terrified in a relationship as I have with him because he’s unlike any other man that I’ve ever been with.
We haven’t had the full “we’re in a relationship” discussion, but you’d be blind to see that we aren’t. When either of us has free time we’re with one another. I spent as much time as I could with Elena while we were in Tennessee just because our relationship is so new, the two of us are trying very hard to do this whole sister thing right. Neither of us has much practice so we’re bound to have a few bumps in the road.
I’m in Camden, New Jersey, prepping for the interview I have with Summer Poole. In the last few days, I’ve seen Evie around but haven’t had any desire to speak to her. I doubt I will. I mean, how could I? She brought a monster out onto the stage with me. She’s supposed to be my friend before my manager, and she failed at that miserably. If that’s how a friend treats me, then I don’t know if I want to be friends with her.
“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” Rocky asks. He’s standing a few feet away from me as Summer’s people are getting me prepped and ready for this dreadful interview. I could choose a million people who I’d rather have interview me than her, but this is the hand I’m dealt.
“There’s no way in Hell she’s ready for this shit,” Slash
grumbles, crossing his arms and looking seriously uncomfortable. He didn’t even want to come here with me today, mentioning how he was going to try to stay out of New York and the surrounding areas. Honestly, he seems a bit nervous, and I can’t tell why. After this morning Butch just left, so Slash didn’t really have a choice. I felt very guilty that he had to come along with me even though it was out of his comfort zone, but Reed and Elena sent both Butch and Slash here with me for a reason – it was necessary, this wasn’t some luxury, and since being in Tennessee with them I’ve really come to understand that.
“I think you’re more uncomfortable than she is, and by the looks of it, I’m right as rain,” Rocky tells Slash. He isn’t wrong. Slash looks ghost white. I’ve never seen him like this before, and to be honest his uncomfortableness is now coming off on me.
“Miss Mason!” I hear Summer’s fake California voice before I even see her. When she walks up I can see she’s just had fillers put in her lips, yet again, and she’s freshly finished tanning. Her skin is bronze gold, reflecting her platinum blonde hair. Some women would be envious of her beauty, and she is beautiful…but she’s the kind of plastic beautiful that you see in all the big cities. The only thing unique about her is her need to drag people through the mud in the press.
“Summer,” I greet, acting as cool as I possibly can. There is no part of me that likes this woman, after everything she’s done I’m pretty sure I have the right to hate her, however, I won’t act like I do. How you’re perceived is everything in this business. If I so much as even cough in the wrong direction she’d have ammunition to tear me to shreds, again.
Nothing else is exchanged between the two of us as her people start getting her ready. I’m completely dreading this interview, knowing that it could either be great, or awful. Who knows – it might even be a combination of both.
Summer coughs, and immediately I think about the one thing I’m asked. The “safe” question that everyone seems to start with. Time and time again, whenever I go into an interview they immediately ask me about my parents’ murder. It’s about my past and my pain. I just wish I was viewed as more than a damaged little girl. “Hello, lovelies! This is your fearless leader, Summer Poole here with the one and only Bellamy Mason, rising star touring with The Stones. Miss Mason here has allowed me to have a Facebook live interview with no off-limit questions. This should be quite fun, shouldn’t it? Now, I’ve asked everyone to give me some questions you’d like Bellamy to answer, and we’ve gone through and picked a couple of those to ask later in our interview.”
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