“He is my brother. He—” I lower my head to his chest. I can’t tell him this. He’ll know I’m dirty, tainted, used. That’s what Andrew always used to tell me. If I told anyone, no one would ever want me.
“Tell me. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.” I shake my head. “Lucy, you can trust me. I love you. I need you to tell me what’s going on. Lean on me.” His plea hits my heart.
I slowly tell him what happened. My voice breaks throughout the story. His body hardens the more I speak. I can feel the anger radiating off him.
“I know it’s my fault. I shouldn’t have been out with Tracie.”
“No. You are not at fault in any of this. You aren’t a prisoner, you don’t need to hide anymore. I will take care of that shit bag.” His muscles tense.
“No. Jordan, you can’t. You don’t know what they’re like, or what they are capable of.” My hands grip his shirt.
“Babe, you’re a part of this club now. You’re family. We don’t let anyone fuck with our family. Trust me when I say they have nothing on us.”
I start to cry again. I hate that I’ve put them all in this position. If one of them gets hurt because of me, it would kill me. “You don’t need to worry about going out. The only thing is that if I’m not around you are going to take Danny with you. He’s a new prospect, and he’s gonna be here when I’m not.”
A knock sounds, when the door opens Tracie comes in. Her eyes are red-rimmed and her face is pale.
“She’s okay ,Trace.” Jordan answers for me.
“Luce?” Her voice is soft, nothing like her normal self. She’s looking at me for assurance.
I nod. “I’m sorry I scared you.”
She walks over to me and Jordan’s arms release me. Tracie wraps me in a hug. “Don’t you ever do that shit to me again, girl. This emotional crap is ruining my rep.”
I let out a small laugh.
“Jordan, Pres wants you. I’ll stay with Lucy.” She sits down next to me on the bed.
“You okay?” Jordan looks at me. I reluctantly nod knowing that he needs to go. He places a kiss on my lips before leaving the room.
“You sure you’re okay?” Tracie is looking at me as if I might break.
“No, I’m not. There is so much you guys don’t know about my past. Andrew is one of those things. It’s ugly and painful. I’m sorry about today.” I fidget with my hands in my lap.
“Luce, don’t apologize for anything. I just didn’t know what to do. He was just standing there towering over you. I tried to get you to walk away but it was like you couldn’t hear me. I called Twisted and luckily they had been close. When he brought you back here, we all tried to talk to you but you wouldn’t leave the corner. We were all freaking out.” She runs her hand through her short hair. “We weren’t mad, just worried. You’re one of us now. We protect our own.”
That is just like what Jordan said to me.
“I’ve never had a real family, so I don’t know much about this stuff.” I confess to her.
“Well now you do, sister.” She wraps her arms around me.
Now I do.
Jordan has been gone for what feels like forever, Tracie left too. I shift in the bed wincing from the pain in my hip. I completely forgot about the tattoo. I get up and stand in front of the mirror sliding down the waistband of my pants to see it. It really does look good.
“What is that?” I look up and Jordan is standing in the doorway.
“Um, surprise. It’s what Tracie and I were doing in town, right before . . .” My voice trails off not wanting to mention Andrew again.
Jordan crosses the room to me, dropping to his knees in front of me. For the longest time he merely looks at the ink, my heart clenches at the thought that he may not approve.
A groan rumbles from his chest, “This is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. My girl wearing my mark.”
His fingers reverently circle the fresh tattoo before the gentle caress of his lips follows the same path. My man might be a rough around the edges biker, but he has a tender side and I’m lucky it’s completely reserved for me. The gentle kisses quickly transform into fiery abandon as he deftly pulls my pants down, panties and all. He’s so quick about it I have to balance myself by grabbing his strong shoulder or risk falling. I’ve barely recovered before his mouth is on my pussy. My sweet Jordan is gone and my beast of a biker is back. His fingers dig into the cheeks of my bottom, pulling me closer to his driving tongue. He flicks his tongue over my sensitive clit before sucking it between his lips and nipping it with his teeth.
My breath hitches, I look down the line of my body as he pushes his hand up my shirt to roughly palm my breast. The dark look in his eyes and the erotic vision of his mouth attacking me like I’m his last meal has my orgasm building quickly. He’s plucking my nipple while his fingers dig roughly into my ass cheek. Sucking my clit back between his lips and flicking his tongue roughly across the sensitive bundle of nerves, I’m lost to the pleasure. A harsh smacking sound reverberates around the room seconds before I realize he’s spanked me, the next smack pushes me over the edge and I come screaming his name.
I’ve barely regained my senses when Jordan has lifted me in his arms and unceremoniously dropped me on the bed. He’s on me in moments. I hear the distinct ripping of a condom wrapper and then feel the blunt tip of his cock at my entrance. His lips crash down on mine just as he pushes deep. He’s so big, it feels like he’s touching me everywhere at once. His tongue dances with mine and he roughly thrusts into me. My orgasm is building quickly, the pleasure is coming to a breaking point and I’m sure when it finally breaks I’ll fall into a thousand pieces.
“Look at me, baby,” he commands, “I want to see you.”
I force my eyes to comply and my heart constricts at the love I see radiating from his. When they say eyes are the windows to the soul, they don't lie. All the words he's not able to get out are reflected in his brown eyes.
“There's my girl.” A roguish smile covers his handsome face as he reaches between us and rubs his thumb across my clit. I can't hold back my cry of pleasure as he builds me up further than I thought was possible. “That's it, baby, come for me.”
He pushes roughly against my clit just as his hips snap into mine with a punishing thrust and I explode. A scream is ripped from my throat as he fucks me through my orgasm, each time his cock pushes deep another wave of pleasure courses through me. When he's wrung every ounce of my pleasure from my body, he buries himself deep and comes on a shout.
Collapsing onto my body, barely catching himself on his elbows before he crushes me, he lays gentle kisses across my face. His lips finally meet mine and our tongues tangle in a tender kiss, one that holds none of the frenzy as moments before, but all of the passion and love I'd never expected to have from this man.
Pulling away, he rises from the bed, quickly disposing of the condom and bringing a warm washcloth when he returns. Gently he wipes between my legs, cleaning me. That simple act makes my heart clench and tears prick my eyes. He tosses the rag aside and climbs into the bed beside me, pulling me into his arms.
“Are you sure you're okay?” he asks his face a mask of concern.
I turn to face him. “I will be.” I’d be lying if I told him I was fine right now. I’m not, but eventually I will be. “Where did you go?”
“I can’t tell you that.” His eyes darken. I know that he went after Andrew.
“Why not? This has to do with me too.”
“Because it’s club business, babe. This is something you’re gonna have to learn to deal with.” His tone is final. “I’m gonna make an appointment with a doctor for you. We need to get you on some birth control.”
Reeling from the abrupt change in subject, I sit up in bed looking down at him like he is crazy. “Excuse me?”
“I hate condoms, babe. Now that you’re mine, there’s no need for ‘em. I want to feel you.” His hand skims down my back.
“Yeah, well maybe you could let me make that deci
sion for myself, or at least ask me first.” I shake my head in frustration.
“That was me askin’.” He pulls me down to him giving me a kiss on the lips. “Why are you gettin’ so pissed?”
“Because I have had people trying to control me my whole life, I’m not going to have you doing it too.”
His eyes darken. “Don’t you compare me to those pieces of shit.”
He’s mad. I know he’s nothing like my family. Seeing Andrew today really threw me off. I look back into his eyes. “I’m sorry. It’s been a long day. I have a lot of shit that I’ve never worked through, things that I never even told you about.”
His hand cups my face. “Tell me now.”
I gave him the short version earlier. Am I strong enough to air my dirty secrets? I take a deep breath as my anxiety spikes once more. I try to push down the emotions, and the fear. “I used to catch him looking at me all the time. Not normal brother-sister looks, but looks that made me feel dirty. When it first started, he wouldn’t say much, aside from the fact that if I said anything he would hurt me and my sisters. I believed him. There was something seriously wrong with him. He never did more than put his hands on me, if he would have . . . if he would’ve raped me when they married me off they would have known. They would have questioned me and I would have needed to tell them. He would’ve faced serious repercussions. I think that is the only thing that saved me from that.”
I bury my head in the pillow as I try to regain my composure. I don’t want to cry anymore. I don’t want to shed one more tear over him. I take another deep breath. “The fact that he couldn’t do that to me made him mad. He started to be more violent when he would come into my room. He wouldn’t do anything people would notice but considering we were completely covered from head to toe it left him a lot of room to work with.”
My hands fist in the sheets as I remember trying to swallow the cries that he loved to hear. “When I saw him today, everything that I buried came rushing back. It never stopped, no one ever found out. He was doing that until the night before I came to the club. I never dealt with it and never thought I would have to. I can’t believe how bad I lost it today, but it was like being confronted with your worst possible nightmare.”
Jordan’s body is hard against me. “You don’t need to worry about him ever again, Luce. I promise you that.” It’s all he says. His voice is deadly and final.
A chill runs through me as he lies next to me.
Jordan always told me how dangerous the club could be, but I know they have always sheltered me from it.
Not anymore.
Once Lucy falls asleep, I walk out of the room careful not to slam the door with all the anger flowing through my damn veins. I head toward the door when Twisted stands in front of me. “Where you goin’, brother?” I know he can see the anger on my face. He knows I was in there with Luce too. I’m sure he put two and two together.
“Out of my way.” I try to step around him.
“Whip!” I hear the Pres yell my name. I hate that fucking name. I turn to face him. “Where ya runnin’ to like a bat outta hell?”
I can’t lie to him. “We didn’t know half the shit. That asshole got off easy.” My hands clench at my sides.
“Yeah, well you ain’t judge and jury. Retaliation was handed out and it ain’t goin’ no farther than that.” He walks closer to me. “You are not risking this club because your fist wants some more revenge. We all care about Lucy, and that prick got his.” Pres turns his back on me walking out of the room.
He didn’t get enough. They don’t know the whole story. It isn’t my place to tell them though. All I can do is stand here and take the order that I’m given. My blood boils as my feet are sealed to the cement floor beneath me. Lucy is unlike any girl I’ve ever known before. She has a huge heart especially with all the shit she has been through. She isn’t scared to hand my crap back to me. I always hear the guys saying how they get sick of girls, but I have been around this girl for over three years and I can’t get enough of her.
A hand trails down my arm and I see Venus standing next to me. “Jordan, you look stressed. Why don’t you let me take care of that?” She licks her lips as she rubs her tits against my arm.
I shrug her off. “Beat it. I’m with Lucy now. I know you heard I claimed her. I ain’t gonna screw that up by messin’ around on her with you.”
I take a step and the bitch grabs my arm again. “You know that she can’t do you like I can.”
I turn back to her my irritation sky high. “You’re right. She’s better than you could ever wish to be. Go spread your legs for someone else. Try and touch my dick again and I’ll have your whore ass banished.”
I walk over to the bar and sit down next to Danny. Pres assigned him to watch over Lucy whenever I need to be away. He is trying to patch in and is eager to please so he would have taken any job the club threw at him.
“Hey, Whip.” I swear I’m gonna kill Torch for that shit. Maybe I can tell the prospect it’s for the same reason Brick and Wrench have their names.
“Hey. Listen if anything happens to my girl when I’m gone, I’ll fucking kill you.” His face drops in a look of pure fear. “I mean it prospect.”
He nods quickly. “I’ll take care of her.”
“All right good.”
I grab the beer in front of him nodding thanking him for it.
Tracie stops me on my way back to the room. “Hey, how is she doing?”
“Not sure. She’s been through some shit, and I’m pretty sure I don’t even know it all.” From the look in her eye, I know there is more. I just don’t know if I could handle it.
“Yeah, I could tell. I’ve never seen anyone react like that. It was fucking insane. You like the tat?” Tracie cocks her eyebrow at me.
“Yeah, although I was shocked as shit.” I shake my head. When I walked in and saw ink on her I thought my eyes were gonna bust. Seeing my name on her skin turned me on so much.
“Thought you’d like that. You know I’ve been getting constant requests for Mary at the club.” She smiles at me just as mine drops from my face.
“Fuck no. Don’t even think about it. She will get up on that stage over my dead body.” Watching her that night was pure torture. I never thought she could move her body like that, and as much as I imagined what she might look like it was so much better in person. Seeing all the guys in the crowd going crazy over her had me pounding my fist into the wall behind me throughout the entire night. She was irresistible up there. It isn’t just the way she looks—it’s her. “I mean it, Trace. There is no way that shit will ever fucking happen again.”
She laughs as she walks away from me. “You really do have it bad, Whip.”
Yeah, tell me something I don’t fucking know.
Everyone is running around the club like chickens with their heads cut off today. Even Jordan is nervous. Apparently their vice president, Viper, is coming back. He’s been in jail and is getting out today. Viper was the one that sponsored Jordan in and went to jail on a few different charges a couple months before I found the club. Jordan said that he was his mentor and if it weren’t for him, he might not have made it into the club.
The bedroom door opens and Jordan walks in holding something behind his back. “Hey there, sexy.”
I smile at him as he walks over to me. We have been going back and forth between his house and the club depending on whether he needs to be out on a run or not. He just got back from one last night, Pres wanted to make sure all the brothers were here to greet Viper when he got out. “Hey, what are you hiding?”
I try to peek around his back but his frame is too big and it’s useless. “I have been trying to get one of these on you for years. I wanted to have it for you a week ago when I claimed you but the damn delivery was delayed.” He leans down kissing me and I wrap my arms around his neck. When he pulls away, he brings out a black leather jacket from behind his back. There is white stitching on the back that says, “Property of Death Stalkers
MC” under it is also stitched “Whip.”
A huge smile breaks out across my face as I snatch it from his hands quickly putting it on and looking in the full-length mirror behind me.
“And I thought you couldn’t get sexier.” Jordan whispers in my ear. “If Viper wasn’t due in a few minutes I would fuck you right here in that and only that.” My insides clench at his words. “That will just have to wait until later though.” His hand snakes around cupping me roughly, his fingers putting pressure in all the right circles. Even through my jeans, it feels fantastic. I lean against his chest, wanting more. “I know you’re ready for me. I bet your panties are soaking wet. I want you to think of my dick all day, think of my hands, my tongue, think of how they all feel inside of you. When I take you later, I want you to be so damn ready that one flick of my finger sends you soaring.” Jesus Christ. I’m ready to blow now.
If anything gets me it is definitely Jordan’s dirty mouth. He steps away from me and I fall back onto the bed. My breathing is labored and I gaze up at him, lust present in my eyes. As innocent as I was when I came here, Jordan has definitely fully corrupted every inch of my soul.
“C’mon, Sweets, that is if you can walk.” He winks at me before laughing and walking out of the room. Asshat. He gets pleasure out of shit like this.
I stand up trying to regain my composure. My core is throbbing with the thought of his hands on me just like he wanted. I decide that two can play at this game and wait five minutes before joining him in the common area. I strut up to him at the bar where he is talking with a bunch of the guys.
“Had to take a minute to calm down?” He chuckles in my ear, his hand grazing over my ass.
“Nope, had to finish what you started.” His mouth drops open as I wink at him and walk over to where Tracie is standing with a couple of girls. Once I reach her I look back at the boys and the feral look on Jordan’s face makes me want to jump up and punch my fist in the air while screaming victory.
“I see you got your property patch on, Mary.” Tracie takes hold of my jacket, spinning me so that she can check out the back. I felt such a sense of pride putting this on, knowing that everyone will see it and understand I’m his. “Whip, did good. Guess with everyone here he wanted to make sure that the brothers knew you were off limits.”
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