“Come on, free bird, open up,” I say a little louder.
“No, and stop calling me pet names,” she hiccups and I chuckle to myself.
“Open this fuckin door, Avery Marie, or I’ll bust it the fuck down. You don’t want me breakin’ doors right now, baby. I’m already all spun the fuck out from that bullshit your boy put me through in there in front of my brothers. Pissin’ me off more is not the right way to go ‘bout this. I came over here to check on you and apologize, don’t start up no more shit,” I growl and just as I’m about to start pounding on the door, I hear a small click and the door cracks open. I look through the small sliver and see her face is red, blotchy and tear stained, and her nose is swollen.
“Okay, geesh,” she murmurs and backs away from the door. I push through and lock the door behind me. My heart hurts for her right now. I hate seeing her upset.
“Shorty.” I grimace and pull her to my chest. I’m such a fucking piece of shit to make her cry like this. She sniffles and wipes her nose with her hand. She’s fucking adorable and I can’t help but look at her differently after my revelation earlier.
“It’s okay, I’m fine,” she says and clears her throat, but she ain’t fine, she’s all down and out.
“Shit, sugar, I’m not dumb enough to know that fine actually means fine when it comes to a woman. You’re upset, and I’m a dick; you made your point clear, now please talk to me so we can fix this.” She leans back a little and looks up at me with those wide, golden honey eyes that warm me inside.
“Umm, you mean we-we can fix this? I thought you would be hating me right about now and kicking me out of the club.”
“Naw, Shorty, I couldn’t hate you ‘cause you freaked and weren’t comfortable. I didn’t grasp that we weren’t on that level or I never would have called Ares in to have some fun with us.”
“What do you mean with us?” She cocks her head and raises an eyebrow.
“You know, join in. I thought it would bring you further pleasure, having the two of us.”
“Wait, you did that for me? You weren’t trying to pass me around to your brothers?” she asks, surprised, and I scrunch up my face. Fuck, I can’t believe I didn’t think of that. Of course she would get that impression. She doesn’t know how everything works in the club.
“What the actual fuck? Hell, no. My brothers don’t touch shit unless we agree or say it’s cool. Ares and I are good when it comes to threesomes, so I didn’t mind him. I wouldn’t invite no other brothers in though.”
“You wanted to have a threesome with me and Ares? Shit, I’m a dork,” she says, her eyes go wide and she rubs her forehead.
“Yeah, Avery, I would never pass you off. You’re not some club whore and I would never treat you as one. I have way too much respect for ya, babe.” She beams a bright smile at me and I return it with one of my own. She’s so fuckin’ gorgeous, just that smile turns me on.
“I’m sorry I spazzed out and locked myself in your bathroom. I know you would never hurt me, I was just really confused and hurt.”
“It’s all good, Shorty, I’m sorry for not stickin’ around and making sure you were straight.” I pull her tight against my chest. I love how she feels against me, in my arms. I breathe in deeply and smell her sweet, girly smelling hair. “Damn, baby, you bring your own shampoo this time?”
“Yeah, I always steal yours when I visit, so I brought mine this time.” She grins cheekily.
“I like my smell on you though,” I grumble as I take her mouth with mine. She leans up eagerly and returns my kiss with fervor. I palm her left breast and tweak her nipple. She has me all turned up and ready for her.
“Mmmm, 2, I want you. Just you right now, maybe Ares can join us another time. As long as it’s together and not me with him, alone,” she says breathlessly and I want to eat her up, she’s so fucking intoxicating.
“Yeah, Avery, you got me, Shorty.” My hands skim over her curves, until I reach the button on her shorts. I undo them and push them down with eagerness. I kiss her hard once then spin her around. Pushing her toward the counter and sinks, I put pressure on her back so she bends down.
“Hold onto the counter, Avery. This is gonna to be hard and quick. I’ll take you again later and make up for it,” I rumble and undo my jeans button with one hand.
I pull my cock out and pump it twice, grasping and flexing my hand at the tip. I grip my wallet with my other hand, stick it in my mouth and dig out a condom. “Shorty, turn back around and slide this on my dick first.” She complies, turning around and taking the condom for me. She drops to her knees and I grit my teeth thinking of her taking my cock deep in her mouth. She lines the condom up with the tip and pushes it on about an inch. She leans forward and rolls the condom using her tongue and lips while taking my cock into her mouth. Little tingles spread rapidly all over my body and I shudder. My groin tightens and I can feel myself dripping pre-cum into the condom. She makes little slurp sounds and I feel my tip engorge, ready to take.
“Fuck, babe.” I yank her up quickly under her arms and turn her to face the counter. “OVER, NOW,” I gasp and shove her roughly. She grins, bending down and holds onto each side of the counter. I want inside her so bad, I’m shaking like a crack addict. I grab my cock roughly and squeeze it. Yes. Spreading her ass cheeks so I can see the pretty little anus and her pussy, I rub the tip of my cock on her core, coating it in her juices. She squirms and lets out a little mewling sound. I contract my muscles tightly and slide deep inside, clutching firmly onto her hips.
“You think you can control this?” she puffs.
“Baby, I know I control this.”
“Arrrgh, God.”
Yep. I’m fuckin God and you’re gonna remember this for the rest of your life. I reach forward and wrap one hand around her delicate neck. I give it a gentle squeeze and I feel her swallow.
“Please, 2.” I hold onto her hip with my other hand and scoot in close to her so my body heat washes over her and warms her back. I rock my hips back and slam into her the same time I squeeze her neck. “GOD, YES,” she screams and I replicate my movements a few times.
“I feel your little pussy squeezing me, Shorty, you gonna come like my good girl?” I squeeze her hip roughly and she grinds back into me.
This pussy’s so fuckin’ hungry and I plan to give it exactly what it so badly wants. “I got you, babe,” I say and start hammering into her. She lets out little whimpers with every thrust. I run my hand from her hip to her breast. I squeeze and play with her rigid nipple. I can feel her pussy begin to spasm frantically. She calls out and I grip her neck, hard, effectively silencing her into a soundless moan. I pull almost all the way out to my tip and slam home three times, I feel myself start to go off like a volcanic eruption.
“Fuck me, that’s so good,” I say as I dump every last drop deep into her clenching, soft cunt.
Avery
OH MY GAWD! And that is one of the reasons why 2 is so special to me, above any other old Joe-shmo. He knows exactly what I love when it comes to sex. No other guy has quite gotten it, but 2 Piece hits it right every time. I have never in my entire life, been so sexually compatible with a man before. It will happen over and over too. It’s not something that occurs once and then I have to wait a while for it to transpire again. Nope, he can do it to me over and over and over, until I can’t feel my legs anymore. He is by far the most erotic, dangerous, best man in bed I’ve ever been with.
He has other things that stand out to me too besides the sex though. For example— his confidence. He always seems so sure of himself and knows he has it going on. It’s so refreshing; the guys I go to school with are all patsies or tools. Maybe it’s because most guys I go to class with are all math nerds. They are too spineless and dorky looking. There’s nothing wrong with that, just not my type. The hot guys I’ve dated from school are all douche canoes or moochers. When you see 2 Piece, he screams ‘I don’t give a fuck what you think’. I envy that, I wish I didn’t care so much what my mom thi
nks and about the the shit she’s always put me through. I wash my hands thoroughly again in the sink. I hate the smell of condoms. For some reason they always smell weird to me and leave a weird feeling on my fingers. 2 Piece washes his hands, then his still semi-hard cock and smirks over at me. Arrogant ass. He’s so cute.
“So where did you go when you left the room, anyhow?” I ask curiously. I can’t help but wonder if he was only in with the other guys. I don’t know why I’m so territorial over him. I hate these feelings of jealousy. The thoughts of him being with another female grates on my nerves and it makes me want to climb the walls.
“I was in Church,” he says simply.
“That’s the room you came out of? You were praying with all those guys?” He chuckles and smiles at me like I’m amusing.
“Nah, Shorty, Church is a meeting to discuss club shit. Not sure prayin’ would do some of us any good.”
“Oh shit! I feel like a dork.” I giggle, I hate to be so naïve about his club, but I can’t help it. It’s fascinating to me and I want to learn everything about it that I can. “What do you guys talk about in there?”
“I can’t talk ‘bout club shit with you. I’m sure London’s told you we don’t discuss club business with anyone,” he replies, getting defensive.
“No, actually I never asked before and she never said anything. I won’t tell anyone if that’s the issue.”
“No, I believe you wouldn’t say anything, but I just can’t. I’ll tell you one thing though, so you can stay smart, and safe. The kid on the couch is the fuckin’ President’s son, and someone messed with him. That’s why Niko’s here and that’s why you need to be careful if you leave the club or London’s house, you hear?”
“Okay, I’ll be careful. I already told Niko I would behave and stay out of the way, but if you need any help, just ask.”
“Alllriiight, Avery ‘nough ‘bout this. Let’s get out there to the bar, I want a drink. I’m sure you must be hungry by now.” As soon as he mentions food my tummy grumbles. I haven’t eaten since way earlier. It must have not been bothering me because I’ve been either excited or upset.
“I’m actually starving, like not eat half a cow, but a whole one, starving,” I say as he wraps his arm around me and walks me out of the bathroom and down the hallway.
“You, eat a whole cow, huh? There are some little bags of chips behind the bar you can have, but no cow. We do need to try an’ keep you energized.”
Keep me energized, hmmm. Sounds like it’s going to be a fun night. We get to the bar and most everyone has cleared out. I see the guy on the couch 2 Piece was talking about and the scary guy from earlier. I crowd closer to 2 and wrap my hands around him, so I’m hugging him close to me and I can bury my face in his chest.
“Hey, Avery, what’s up?” he asks and gently lifts my chin with his finger. Since when did I become this shy, quiet chick? I’m always loud and bouncing around. It’s pretty intimidating being inside a clubhouse with a bunch of beefy bikers everywhere.
“Umm, nothing, it’s just that, well, just that guy talking to the President’s son is really scary. He wasn’t exactly friendly when you were fighting with Niko. He looked at me like he was going to step on me or something. Oh my god, is Nikoli okay? Where is he?”
“I don’t know, he’s probably doing something about a little problem we are dealing with right now, and yes he’s fine. Still an asshole Russian though.”
I push against his stomach when he talks about him. I sit at the bar and scooch onto one of the stools. 2 Piece pushes my legs apart gently and stands between them. He cages me with his hands resting on the bar behind me. He bites his bottom lip; him eating my pussy is all I can think of over and over while I stare at his mouth. He leans in and kisses the tip of my nose and I blink. That was so saccharine; no one ever kisses me sweetly like that. I lick my lips and give him a small smile. He definitely needs to back off from Niko, though. I can’t have the guy I care for and my best friend fighting. That will not fly with me.
“Nikoli’s my best friend, you need to be nice,” I say, chastising and give him ‘the look’.
“It’s all good, free bird. And Spin? What the fuck? Spin’s hella easy goin’.”
“Uh, nooooo, he’s a jerk!”
He huffs and turns toward the hot mean guy, “SPIN! The fuck you do to my girl over here?” Spin turns and flashes a yummy smile. Oh, he has dimples! I love dimples.
“I ain’t do a fuckin’ thing, bro, bitch was tryin’ to jump in and get people to get hit an’ shit.” He sounds just like Jax from Sons of Anarchy and I swear my panties are going to melt right the fuck off. He looks nothing like him, but sweet Lord that voice.
“Ah, gotcha,” 2 Piece says and turns around looking like he just solved world hunger.
“So, umm what exactly was that?” I ask and scrunch up my nose.
“What?” He grabs a beer and a bag of Doritos, then sits at the bar next to me.
“Ummmm, that whole three word conversation y’all just had just now. What was that, I don’t see how that resolved anything at all? It was just weird.”
“Nah, Shorty, you tryin’ to jump into shit. You lucky he didn’t lock your ass in a closet somewhere.” A closet! I don’t think so. I totally would have bitten his fine ass if he tried that shit.
“Yeah riiiight, locked me in a closet, sure!” I roll my eyes and chuckle to myself.
“Avery, I’m serious. You try to get into the middle of some shit and a brother will lock you up to keep you safe. Baby, you’re so little, could you imagine if Niko or I hadn’t seen ya and hit you by accident? We don’t hit to play ‘round, we hit to do damage. I would never forgive myself if you got hit because of me.”
Well, I understand the logic, but it doesn’t mean I have to like it. I nod at him. I’m not trying to have a whole new fight tonight. “Come on, free bird, grab your chips and let’s go to the room. I’ll keep Ares out, I promise.” Cheeky fucker.
“Haha, gee thanks. I actually wouldn’t mind him coming around if you’re in the mix.”
He grins wolfishly at me. “Cool, Shorty, if you’re really down, then I’ll tell him what’s up. You’ll enjoy yourself, I promise.”
I smile and nod enthusiastically. If I’m down, are you kidding me? Having two absolutely gorgeous men taking me, at the same time? Yeah, not much of a decision to make there. His smile grows at my rapid nodding. “I don’t think you know what you’re getting yourself into, baby.”
“I guess you’ll just have to show me, huh, big boy?” He chuckles loudly and pulls me into his room.
2 Piece
Chapter 6
One week later…
“Avery, just pick out which candy bar you want and let’s fuckin’ roll out already. You been starin’ at that candy display for a good three minutes now.” She gives me an irritated look, like I’m the one in the wrong. Yet it’s her ass that’s been being stubborn and not picking a damn candy. I understand there are like fifty different ones to choose from, but come on. I personally like Three Musketeers. I pick one up, perfect snack for tonight after I have my fun with her. She enjoys ice cream after we’ve fucked and I like chocolate or a sandwich. She’s usually too tired afterwards to make me a sandwich though, so I’ve developed a bad candy habit. I’ve started hitting the gym room with Cain the past few days. Can’t have my baby pinch me in any other spots, talkin’ ‘bout more of me to hold on to. Crazy woman.
I’m sick of waiting so I huff, “Fine, Shorty, I’ll pick like five and then you can have the one you want out of those.” If anything, I’ll eat what she doesn’t. I start to reach for a few candy bars and she grabs my hand roughly. I look over at her. Has this bitch lost her fuckin’ mind? She whispers and I lean a little closer so I can hear her.
“Shhhhh! I’m taking forever because that creepy dude over there has been staring at me and following us around the whole store.” I go to glance up to find the dude and she squeezes my hand tighter. “No, don’t look now! He will kn
ow I said something!”
“I don’t give a fuck what any cocksucker be thinkin’. I’ll squash a fuck with my boot if he trips,” I hiss and glance wherever the fuck I want to.
Fuck! No way. There’s no mistaking the guy who’s busy staring at us. He’s wearing a cut that has a big patch with green snakes twisted together. Motherfucker. Shit. Looking at the other pocket, I see ‘Joker’ stitched on his name patch. He looks like a fucking Joker alright. Pale white skin, shaved head with really short blond hair and pale eyes. He cocks his head at me as I look him over, and snarls. I don’t fucking think so. I lift my top lip up and give him a disgusted look.
“We need to go, baby, I don’t know if asshat over there has any buddies with him. Put your candy down and come on.” I grab her arm and stare him down while we walk out. “Call Niko and tell him to call Prez and let them know we have a reptile problem in town.”
“Okay,” she says, panicked, as she glances around and quickly shuffles out of the grocery store. She pulls her phone out of her back pocket and calls straight away as we walk to my black hog. I climb on and she jumps on behind me with my assistance. She’s gotten better at riding, but she’s still not great. I take one of my pieces out of the back holster and slip it down into my boot. You never know if this fucker is feeling froggy or not. “Give it to me to hold. I don’t want it to fall out of your boot.”
I have to say that surprises the fuck out of me. I can’t believe the thought of my gun doesn’t make her squeamish. I pull it out in plain sight, so the Snake can see I’m not screwing around. I hand it to Avery and lay on the throttle. I have a feeling I am gonna have to cruise around for a long time if I don’t want him to follow me back to the club.
“Hold on tight, Avery, if he gets too close I’m gonna have to lose him.” She scoots in closer and her arms tighten into an iron grip. She has more muscle in those little arms than I expected. I know she’s scared. She’s quiet and Avery is a fuckin’ chatterbox around me when it’s just the two of us. She likes to talk over my shoulder when we ride and I just listen. I feel her face scrunched into my back like she’s hiding. I don’t blame her. She knows something crazy is going on at the club. Especially if we are calling the Russians to come to the club and help out. Prez wants immediate retaliation. Luckily, Ares was able to talk him down a little. Once the Nomads get into town though, there’s no holding back. The Nomads should be rolling into town today or tomorrow and they mean business. With the names Exterminator and Nightmare, I’d be scared to be on the receiving end of a confrontation with those two.
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