“Dolly.” Axel exhales, the thick, pungent smell of marijuana escaping his mouth.
“Where is he?”
David puts an arm around my shoulders. “Who?” I spin to stare at him and he holds up his hands like he’s at gunpoint or something.
“Take it easy, Doll.” He looks at Axel who simply stares at me like he’s trying to figure out what to do.
“He’s busy,” Axel states, and it’s as though a knife has been plunged into my chest.
“Where?” This time I reach for David as a wave of doom caresses me.
“Axel… fuck dude.” He turns and stares at me, his silver eyes filled with concern. “Dolly, stop. Axel was trying to say he’s busy with shit that the club needs.”
Axel snorts and takes another drag as David punches him in the shoulder.
“The fuck?” he snarls then turns to one of his buddies from his band. I think his name is Rhys. He’s fucking hot if you’re into the tall, dark, and dangerous type. The two of them have the nickname “the Rock God Twins.” I’d like to roll my eyes about that, but it is uncanny how much they do look alike. Well, besides their eyes and Axel’s personality.
When I first met Axel, he kind of intimidated me. I mean, he is seriously beautiful, like full-on pretty boy. Tall with dark hair and blue eyes. Then I got to know him. It doesn’t matter that he’s drop-dead gorgeous. Axel’s a dick.
But his hot friend or band member seems nice, and for a terrible second, I see how my mom became what she is. It starts like this.
“Dolly?” I look up at David. “You look tired. I’ll tell Edge you came by when he gets back.” He rubs my back as if I’m three and I almost kick him.
Instead, I smile and say, “Good idea. I’ll go then.”
All the guys nod, well, besides Axel who is laughing with some girl who looks like a stripper. Turning, I head straight for the sliding glass doors at the back of the clubhouse. I know this place like the second home it is. I ignore all the people in the hallway and game room and head straight for the stairs that lead to the bedrooms.
Only the officers and certain prospects can stay in them. Edge has no room—at least he didn’t. Who knows what’s been going on?
Taking one step at a time, I reach the top and prepare to turn toward the bedrooms when a sound, a grunt, maybe it’s a movement causes me to stop and see a silhouette of them in the corner by the window.
Everything is fuzzy as I stare at the skank, woman, whatever she is, clearly giving Edge a blow job, and I stop breathing. Acid and bile rise in my throat and I cover my mouth while wondering if I can projectile vomit on them. I think I could at least hit her platinum blond head, which seems attached to his dick.
Strong hands grab me from behind as I go to scream, and yet I can’t because he’s covered my hand tightly over my mouth and jerks me back into his solid, warm body. Warm, spicy cinnamon rolls off him and into me and my body goes limp with relief.
“What the fuck are you doing here? And why are you watching Jason get blown?”
EDGE
Seventeen years old
I pull her stiff body close to me and breathe in her candy scent.
“Dolly?” I nip her ear. Her breathing is labored even with her hand and mine covering her mouth. Thankfully the loud sucking of Austin blowing Jason covers us. I turn her around and drag her into a bedroom so that I can see her face.
“What the fuck are you doing here? I told you not to come.” I almost want to shake her. Her big bourbon eyes make me stop—they’re pooling with tears.
“Edge.” She throws her arms around me and I groan. Her full tits make me instantly hard as she sobs into my chest. With her small body, she tries to crawl up to my neck. I lift her up and, for a moment, close my eyes as I let her take me away.
Just Dolly and me, like I always wanted.
“I… I thought.” She hiccups and I wrap my hands in her thick, silky hair pulling her head back so I can see everything I need to see. Her love pours out of her and I can’t help myself; I lean down. Her lips are like velvet puffy clouds, which I could spend hours sucking. But I don’t have time for that. We never have time, especially not with her dad downstairs arguing with her mom.
So, I grab her, and our bodies hit the closed door of whoever’s room I’ve invaded as I claim her lips. As her head thuds back, I force my tongue into her mouth, and her tongue twists with mine. Lifting her legs, I wrap them around my hips and rub my throbbing, hard cock on her warm cunt; it’s covered only by her cotton panties.
“Oh God, I thought… you were cheating on me,” she sobs as I attack her neck.
A moment of guilt pricks my conscience, yet I brush it away. I’ve done nothing wrong. If anything, it’s Dolly I worry about.
“Why are you here?” She weighs nothing and with my hands on her ass, it’s easy to teach her how to rub against me. Her eyes are still filled with tears, but they change as I rub faster.
“How do you know how to do—”“Shh, no more questions.” It’s harsh, but I’m not liking her asking me this shit.
“But…” Her nails dig into my neck as my fingers pull her wet panties aside and I start to finger fuck her.
“Fuck yeah, baby. Look how wet you are.” She’s drenched and I insert a second one feeling her virgin pussy tighten around them.
“This is mine,” I grunt into her puffy lips as her eyes glaze over in pleasure.
“Kiss me,” she groans and I claim her lips and allow myself the fantasy of being able to sink my cock inside her instead of my fingers. Not yet though. I have to wait until her fucking old man gives his blessing. Either that or until she turns eighteen.
She follows my lead as my tongue takes hers and my wet fingers rub her clit, no longer thrusting, but rubbing since I have no idea how much time we have.
“I love you,” she screams as my fingers make her small, juicy clit contract. Her legs tighten and for a split second, I almost unzip my cock and let myself slide deep inside my girl.
Edge and Dolly, it’s who we are. Instead, I take her lips and let her ride out her orgasm, watching every emotion on her beautiful face.
She blinks and in seconds her contented expression turns to one of confusion and then distrust.
“What the fuck, Dolly?” I reach around to unlock her legs, causing her to drop to the ground.
“How? I need answers.” She shakes her head and traces her lips with her fingers.
I’m done. I’m pissed. And my cock is leaking and so uncomfortable I want to put my fist through a door.
“You have no clue, no clue what you are even talking about.” I cage her in so that she can see how serious I am.
“All I do is support your decision to have the most pathetic and shitty friends alive. I support your old man’s wishes to prove myself before I can even be with you, and all I get is this shit?” I stare at her as her eyes fill with tears again.
“I didn’t know… I know I’m busy, but it’s for us.” She reaches up to touch my stomach and I pull back as if she’s burned me. In a way, she has. Every day, she tortures me with her scent, her smile, her very being.
Pushing off the wall, I reach into my jeans for my cigarettes, light one, and look at her. To say she’s beautiful is an injustice. She is stunning in a way that I can’t describe, and being around her gives me cravings I can’t seem to satisfy.
She’s my obsession.
“Nah, that’s a lie. Be honest. You hate being a Disciple’s kid. You hate that your old man is the VP and you hate that deep down you know this is where you belong.” She looks stunned, yet I snarl this at her anyway because it’s true. Nobody gets a fucking rose garden, but the Disciples are my family and I have no intention of leaving it.
She looks down at her shoes then up into my eyes and it’s just us. We may be young, but what we are is something that I can’t imagine most people having.
“I was worried.” Her cheeks, which were already flushed from me getting her off darken. “I was confused at how yo
u can do”—she points to my hands—“what you do… so well.”
“What?” She’s not seriously asking me this, right?
“I…” She puts her hands up to cover her face and I feel like a dick.
“Come here.” I pull her into my arms. “Watch my cigarette.” I lift it up and take a deep drag.
“I shouldn’t have accused you.” She shakes her head against my chest, and for the first time in a long time, I have a twinge of guilt.
“Babe, you need to get out of here. Your dad is downstairs, and he knows that you’re here. If he finds us together…” I sigh because this is so fucked. “I’ll talk to him. I’ve been working hard to prove myself.”
She shakes her head, which is still buried in my chest.
“Look at me.” I lift her chin and almost reach for my heart because simply looking at her hurts.
“I love you. You’re my girl.” That prickling sensation hits me in the chest. It’s weird, almost like something is not right.
I kiss her forehead and watch as she reaches up and takes my cigarette. Dolly usually never smokes. She’s always saying it’s trashy.
“Easy.”
She smiles and again, I reach for my heart to rub it. Yeah, I’ve paid my dues. There is no way Shark could have anything to complain about.
“Let’s go.” I take her hand in mine and she slowly drags behind me.
“I don’t want to leave you.” She bites her lip.
“I’m gonna talk to your dad.”
“Okay, but I wish you didn’t care,” she whispers as we walk by a bunch of bikers in the corner who I’m sure are doing Jason and Doc’s drug.
That drug has seriously changed shit, and things that used to be casual are not anymore. Prez is getting rich and so are his officers. All but my dad who seems to stay locked up in the house with whatever woman wants to put up with him. He won’t admit anything’s wrong, but I’m not stupid. He’s sick, maybe even dying. There’s a loud scream and a bunch of my brothers laugh and throw bottles at a garbage can. Amy is gonna be pissed, but hey, that’s their problem. I need to get Dolly out of here. The clubhouse is wild and the darker it gets, the more out of control the night will become. It’s going to be one of those nights.
“Would you rather he puts a bullet in my head?” I say, glancing around for her dad or even Misty.
“Never say that, ever.”
I turn, and amid all the chaos around us, I stare at her. “Have you forgotten? Because I haven’t.” She remains silent.
“That’s what I thought,” I growl, getting pissed all over again. I maneuver us in and out of the clubhouse and into the front yard where the smoke from the bonfire is so thick we can barely breathe.
“Christ, where are you parked?”
“Over there.” She points and glances around, I guess for her mom.
“Get in. I’ll go find Misty. Lock the doors.” I smile at her.
“Edge…” She grabs my hand stopping me.
“Yeah?” I scan the debauchery that has already begun.
“I need to tell you something.” And my heart starts to pound. This is it. This is the dread, the unease, whatever I’ve been feeling.
“What?” I’m not sure I want to hear it.
“I was nominated Homecoming queen.” I stare at her and it all dawns on me. She wants me to be okay with this.
“Who’s the king?” I already know, but I want to hear it. And to think I was feeling guilty ten minutes ago.
She sits sideways in the seat and remains quiet, rubbing her forehead as if she’s the one who has blue balls, not the one who came on my fingers moments ago.
“Who?” I demand, causing her to shriek.
“Troy,” she squeaks out at last. “You know it’s gonna be him. But maybe I won’t get it.”
I look up at the dark sky. The stars are out and I try to inhale. “You will. Is this what you want?” I look back at her and she cocks her head almost confused.
“I guess. I mean, I don’t have a choice. But I didn’t want you to be surprised.”
I start to laugh and pull out another cigarette. “No, I’m not surprised.”
“So, you’re not upset?” Her voice sounds hopeful as she reaches for my hand.
“Would it make a difference?” And as I take all the smoke down my throat, the burn seems almost better than the sad and guilty look in Dolly’s eyes.
“So, you want me to take you?” Her face goes white.
“Perfect,” I spit, and a rage I didn’t know was inside me erupts.
“You don’t want me to take you, do you? You want him. I’m okay to get you off. Your dirty bad boy biker who’s not really a boyfriend because the school thinks you’re with that prick.”
“Stop it,” she explodes. “You know it’s not like that. I have to do one dance with him. Take some pict—”
“Tell me, how long have you known? Because I’ve seen stupid Homecoming posters for a month.” I pound the roof of the Jeep.
She jumps and shakes her head, her big doe eyes pleading with me, but I’m done. I’ve given her everything she has ever asked for. Fuck, no one is prouder of Dolly than me. But this shit…
“Admit it. I’m not good enough. You’re embarrassed to be my girl.” I say this almost slowly. It isn’t a question; it’s the truth and time to let the elephant out of the room. “Admit it,” I snarl.
“You ass. I fucking love you more than myself…” Her small hands go to pound my chest. That’s the thing about Dolly—she’s tiny but fucking fast, so when she strikes, you always need to be ready. I grab her wrist and shake her.
“You’re a liar. I may be a lot of things, but a liar is not one of them.”
“Wait. What are you saying?” She’s shouting but with the music blasting in the background, no one can hear us.
“I’m saying that all I have done is be there for you. Support you with your need to be liked and loved by strangers. And you can’t even stand to admit that I’m your guy.” I lean in to suck in her breath. “I love you, but this shit stops now.”
“Or what?” Her fingers curl as if she wants to scratch me open. I’d actually like for her to do it because right now, I’m so fucking sick of all this bullshit.
“I’m done.” I toss her hands away.
“Fuck you, Edge. You can’t do this.”
I turn, leaving her frozen to the spot, her luscious mouth hanging open. I’m not putting up with this anymore. I give and she takes. Ignoring all the old-timers who are either singing, fucking, or fighting, I stalk past them and make my way over to Axel and Rhys.
Rhys is strumming his guitar and Axel is smoking whatever shit he smokes.
“Give me something,” I growl at him. Arching a brow, he hands the joint over.
“Go slow. That’s some new shit.” He blows the smoke he was holding up into the night sky.
“Fuck,” I snarl as I inhale.
“That bad, huh?” Rhys asks.
“It’s a long story.” My eyes focus in on Jason and Crystal laughing with Chuckie over at the BBQ pit.
“Dude, this is Edge and Dolly. They always fight and get back together.” Axel takes the joint back and hands it to Rhys.
I already feel the tingling warmth of magic go straight to my head and my cock, which hasn’t recovered from Dolly anyway. So, now it’s hard and kind of buzzing but in a good way.
“Is that what you think? That we just break up and shit?” I stare at Axel and run my hands up and down my face. That’s when I notice the smell of her cunt on them and wish I could keep them there forever.
“I don’t care, Edge.” Axel laughs.
“Fuck off.” I drop my hands.
“Go get laid. Amber was looking for you.” I gaze around the compound. All I want is Dolly, but she’s so far away. We’re so far away…
“Dude?” Both Axel and Rhys are staring at me. Axel looks like he just ate dog shit.
“Pull it together, man. We don’t need to hear about how much you love he
r and how much of a fucking mess you are.” He shakes his head in disgust making me realize I must have said that out loud.
“Fuck.” I should go home. I’m in no condition to deal with people. And whatever shit we smoked has made me high as a kite. As I walk over to Jason and that posse, my cock rubs painfully against my jeans. I’m sick of Axel—he’s a dick. A sanctimonious one. I can’t wait for the day some girl fucks with his head. I’m going to laugh at him, torture him.
After all, fair is fair.
“Hey Edge.” Crystal sweeps her long red hair off her shoulders displaying her brand new tits. Chuckie bought them for her two months ago. She’s tall and can seriously fuck. Chuckie likes to watch and has no problem sharing her.
“You okay, man?” Jason looks over at me, a frown on his face as I can’t seem to talk.
I nod and all three look at each other and burst out laughing.
“Dude, what did you take? You’re flying man.” Chuckie grabs my shoulder and gives me a shake.
“I lost Dolly,” is all that comes out.
“Wait, what?” Jason looks at me confused like I’m an insect, an ant that he wants to step on. They all want to step on me because my dad is a loser.
“Whoa, what did you take?” They all start laughing again.
“Okay, brother, why don’t you take a nap. Crystal go ahead and take him to our room. Take care of him, babe.” He slaps her on the ass. She smiles and whispers in his ear. At least I think it’s his ear. I’m starting to see rainbow-colored lights.
“Come on, Chuckie. It sounds like he got in a fight with Dolly. Let him rest.” That’s Jason but he sounds so far away. Next thing I know, Crystal’s sharp nails, her flowery perfume, and her soothing words guide me upstairs.
DOLLY
Seventeen years old
I’m in shock. What the hell happened? I lean back against the seat and try to breathe. This is by far the worst day of my life, and I have had some shit days, but this?
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