He Doesn’t Care: A Bad Boy Secret Baby Motorcycle Club Romance (Fourstroke Fiends MC)

by Naomi West

  Honey felt furious and frightened all at the same time. Guys like this were far too common—men who thought that girls like Honey were nothing more than common whores. And they never took it well when she had to correct them.

  “Not interested,” said Honey. “Now, I’d like to enjoy my drink in peace, if you don’t mind.”

  The man’s eyes narrowed in anger.

  “Listen, you little slut. I see what you’re doing on that stage, shaking your tits. You think you’re too good for a man like me?”

  “Just l—”

  Before she could finish, however, the man’s hand shot out and grabbed onto Honey’s wrist.

  “I’m getting you out of here, one way or another.”

  “Actually, the only one getting out of here is you, pal.”

  Honey turned to her left to see Charlie standing just beside them.

  “You’ve got exactly two fucking seconds to get your hand off of her before, I break that wrist of yours, asshole.”

  “What the fuck’s it to you, buddy?” asked the man. “Just checking out the merchandise.”

  “There’s your one second,” said Charlie.

  With a lightning-quick motion, Charlie grabbed the man’s arm and shoved it behind his back before slamming his face into the bar. The man let out a shriek at the impact.

  “Now,” said Charlie. “You get the message about leaving the girls alone?”

  “Yeah, yeah!” he shouted. “Fuck! Just let me go!”

  Honey’s heart raced as she watched Charlie.

  “Get this asshole out of here,” said Charlie to two of the nearby bouncers.

  The bouncers complied, each grabbing one of the man’s arms and dragged him to the front door.

  “Make sure he got the fuckin’ message loud and clear,” said Charlie.

  Honey breathed a sigh of relief as soon as the man disappeared out of sight.

  “Jesus. Thanks, Charlie,” said Honey, feeling her slow down just a bit.

  “Don’t worry about it,” said Charlie. “All part of the job. You okay?”

  “I think so,” said Honey. “Fucking asshole had his hands all over me.”

  “Sorry I even let it get that far,” he said. “Part of me wanted to toss his ass out the second he sat down next to you.”

  “All in a day’s work,” said Honey, trying to put a little lightness into the situation.

  “Just … let me know if you need anything,” said Charlie. “You know you’re my girls—gotta look out for you all.”

  “Thanks, Charlie,” said Honey with a smile.

  With that, Charlie returned to the other side of the bar. Honey watched him work. Charlie, despite being a little rough around the edges at times, always did his best to make sure all of the girls at Fantasies were taken care of. Lack of father figures wasn’t uncommon for the types of girls who worked there, and Charlie ended up being one of the first stable male figures to many of them.

  But Honey was beginning to wonder what sorts of secrets her boss was hiding. Was it possible that he was really running some kind of drug operation in this place? It all seemed too much for Honey to take in. And if he was, then he simply wouldn’t be the man that Honey had known. After all, if what the Vandals said was true, it meant that he’d been knowingly putting bad product out on the streets. Blood was on his hands.

  Honey finished up her drink and headed home. She wondered just what the hell she’d gotten herself into.

  Chapter Six

  Grit

  Tearing down the Vegas Strip on his bike, Grit couldn’t believe that Honey was still on his mind. It’d been weeks since the Vandals had enlisted her help, and though she’d been meeting up with Razor and Putt, she was still as fresh in his thoughts as she’d been the night of that first meeting the private room at Fantasies.

  Stay fuckin’ focused, Grit, he thought, the neon of the city passing on his sides in a multi-colored blur. More important shit to worry about than some chick. Even a chick who looks like that.

  But he knew it was easier said than done. He’d scolded himself in the same way just about every day, whenever Honey danced her way into his thoughts, distracting him from everything else.

  After turned off the Strip and heading west, he pulled into the parking lot of Connor’s, one of the dive bars in town where he and the rest of the Vandals liked to drink. Stepping into the place, he spotted Stone, his VP, at the bar.

  “There’s the man,” said Stone, getting up and slapping Grit on the shoulder as he arrived. “Another beer for the boss.”

  The bartender nodded and poured Grit a tall glass of golden beer. Grit snatched it off the bar and drained about half the glass in a single swig.

  “And a shot of whiskey, too,” said Grit.

  “Damn,” said Stone. “Someone’s not fucking around.”

  “Just got a lot on my mind,” said Grit, sliding into the seat next to Stone.

  “No kidding,” said Stone. “You been keeping tabs on this shit with Fantasies?”

  “You bet your ass I have,” said Grit. “Still nothing solid, but our contact’s been painting a pretty clear picture with the little bit that she’s been noticing.”

  “Yeah,” said Stone. “Locked-off basement, secret deliveries—it’s looking like some kind shady shit’s been going down. And you hear the news about Rhino?”

  “No, what?” asked Grit.

  Rhino was a member of the Elders, one of the MCs in town that the Vandals worked with from time to time.

  “Dead.”

  Grit raised his eyebrows.

  “You’re fuckin’ kidding me,” he said. “What happened?”

  “Drugs. Another fuckin’ OD or poisoning or something. He wasn’t even a hardcore user; just bought a little something to the party last weekend and it ended up killing the poor bastard. Two of the other Elders who got into the shit got off easy—they’re just in the hospital.”

  “This is getting’ bad,” said Grit. “We gotta get this shit sorted out pronto.”

  “That girl better come through for us soon,” said Stone, raising his glass to his lips. “This shit’s just gonna keep killing.”

  Grit knew Stone was right. He was sure that Honey was doing her best in a tough situation, but the slow trickle of information that she’d been bringing them just wasn’t enough to make a move. Fantasies was owned by some powerful people, and if they pulled anything and ended up being wrong, Grit knew that there’d be hell to pay.

  Before he could say another word, Grit’s phone buzzed in his pocket. He slipped it out and saw that it was a text from Honey.

  “Huh,” said Grit.

  “What’s up?”

  “Speakin’ of the fuckin’ devil,” he said. “Just got a text from our contact.”

  “Yeah? What’s she got for us?”

  “Not sure, just says to meet her at the usual hotel room.”

  “Good,” said Stone. “Hopefully if she’s asking to meet with you personally that means she’s got something good for us.”

  Grit nodded in agreement. He hated waiting around like this—he preferred action, and sitting around hoping things happened just wasn’t his style. Tossing back his shot and draining the rest of his beer, Grit got up from his seat.

  “No rest for the weary,” said Stone. “See you later, boss. And keep me posted—you’re not the only one eager to crack some skulls.”

  Grit gave him a knowing nod and headed out. Back on his bike, he thought about the meeting ahead. Against his better instincts, he couldn’t help but feel a little excited. There was a strange tingling in his stomach that reminded him of being a kid spotting a girl he had a crush on during school.

  Goddamn, he thought. What the hell’s wrong with me? This shit’s business, nothing more. I’m gonna meet this girl, get the info, and send her on her way. The sooner we get this drug situation sorted out, the sooner I get her back to her normal life.

  Grit pulled up to the hotel and headed inside. Once at the designated room,
he gave the door a rap.

  “Come in,” spoke the familiar voice of Honey from inside.

  Grit opened the door and stepped inside. He couldn’t believe what he saw.

  It was Honey, all right. But she was dressed to kill. Sitting on the chair in the corner of the room, the window behind her looking out onto the city, she wore nothing but a thin, red satin robe that showed off just about all the skin that Grit could want to see. Her legs were crossed seductively, and a naughty little smile played on her sensual lips.

  Fucking Christ, thought Grit.

  “Yo,” he said, stepping into the room and taking a seat on the bed. “Let’s get down to business.”

  “Sure thing,” said Honey. “Something to drink first?”

  “Fine,” said Grit. “What you got?”

  “I was feeling a little … festive today,” said Honey, getting out of her seat and walking towards the mini-fridge with slow steps, her round ass passing right in front of Grit’s eyes.

  She reached into the fridge and pulled out a bottle of sparkling wine and two chilled glasses.

  “Bubbly, huh?” asked Grit. “I’m hoping this means that there’s something to celebrate.”

  “Don’t need something to celebrate to have a little fun.”

  Honey gripped the corkscrew and pulled it open, the pop sounding through the room. She poured two glasses and handed one to Grit. He took it from her and raised the glass to his lips.

  “Not yet,” said Honey. “We have to find something to celebrate first.”

  Grit smirked.

  “What you got in mind? ’Cause I’ve got plenty to worry about, and not much cause for celebration these days.”

  “Well,” said Honey. “How about you’re celebrating that tonight, at least, you don’t need to worry about any of that? You can relax, sit back, and enjoy some wine and good company.”

  Grit knew right then and there that this meeting was more about pleasure than business. He felt his cock harden a bit in his jean as his eyes move up and down Honey’s body.

  “I guess that depends on how good the company is,” said Grit.

  “Hm,” said Honey. “Let me show you.”

  She took a slow sip of her wine, her eyes fixed on Grit all the while. When she was done, she set her glass down, stood up, and walked over to the stereo. Bending over, her ass pointed right at Grit, she flipped the stereo and turned it to a sultry R&B station.

  “So far, so good,” said Grit. “Now, let’s see what else you got in mind.”

  “Oh, I’ve got plenty,” said Honey, turning back towards Grit. “Mostly, though, it’s you that I’ve been thinking about.”

  “That right?” asked Grit.

  “Mhmm,” said Honey, stepping towards Grit with a sensual, hip-swaying walk. “Don’t know what it is about you, but I just can’t concentrate on anything these days. Makes doing my job pretty hard.”

  So, thought Grit. We’ve both been thinking about the same thing. Nothing wrong with that.

  Grit’s sense of duty, the fact that he knew there were a hundred different things at the moment that all begged for his attention, pulled at him. But seeing Honey standing in front of him, her body looking absolutely killer, he didn’t care about anything else.

  “Just get comfortable,” she said. “This one’s on the house.”

  Honey began moving her body to the rhythm of the music, moving closer and closer to Grit by the second. Once she closed the distance, she turned, placed her ass right on Grit’s lap, and began rubbing back and forth. Grit’s cock went stone-solid right away, the feeling of her body pressed against his driving him wild. Honey moved her ass up a bit, letting the thin fabric of the robe move up, giving Grit a peek at her full, round ass. Grit could barely contain himself as she rubbed up against him; he felt as though he was losing control by the second.

  Then, Honey stepped back, flashed Grit another sly smile, and slowly undid the sash of the robe. With a slow, fluid motion, she pulled the robe back over her shoulders and let it drop to her feet. Grit took in a slow draw of breath as he looked at her naked body. Her breasts were heavy, yet pert, her stomach was toned and smooth, and her pussy looked good enough to eat.

  But she seemed to have a little more teasing in mind.

  Continuing to move to the music, she straddled Grit, letting her breasts hang right in his face. Grit couldn’t help himself—he reached up, taking one of her breasts into his hands and bringing her pink nipple into his mouth. But before he could give it too much attention, Honey gave his hand a gentle slap.

  “Now, now,” she said. “You know the strip club rules: I can touch you, but you can’t touch me.”

  Grit smirked.

  “Fine,” he said. “I’ll be a good customer.”

  Honey flashed Grit another sexy little grin and went back to her dancing.

  Grit’s eyes devoured every bit of Honey’s flawless body, and though he was fine playing by the rules for now, he knew that he only had so much restraint. A girl like Honey moving her body like that in front of him; it was almost too much to bear.

  But just when the tension began to build to a boiling point, Honey decided to take things to the next level. Standing in front of Grit, she placed her hands on his solid, thick chest and slowly moved her body down until she was on her knees in front of him. Her hands followed, moving down his chest until they came to a rest on the outline of his cock through his jeans.

  “Hmm,” Honey said. “Someone’s eager.”

  “Girl, you have no idea,” said Grit, running his hands through her hair.

  “Ah-ah,” said Honey. “Remember the rules.”

  “Such a stickler,” said Grit.

  “What can I say?” said Honey. “I’m a real professional.”

  Honey moved her hands over Grit’s crotch, dragging her fingertips over the outline of his prick. Just when Grit thought he wasn’t going to be able to take any more teasing, Honey went to work. With deft movements, she undid his belt, followed by his zipper, then she finally reached into his boxer briefs and withdrew his fully-hard cock.

  “Damn,” she said, holding his prick in her hands and admiring the size and thickness. “Not sure I’m gonna be able to handle all this.”

  “Didn’t you just say you’re a professional?” said Grit, eager to see his cock enveloped in her gorgeous little mouth.

  “I did, didn’t I,” said Honey. “I’ll just have to give it my best shot.”

  Honey started by stroking his prick slowly, moving her hands sensually up and down the length. Grit grunted as she stroked him, the waves of pleasure shooting up his body already. She handled his cock with expert skill, rubbing him just under the head with one hand as she jerked him with the other. Finally, after flashing another devilish little glance in his direction, Honey opened her mouth and began licking his head, moving her tongue along his head where she’d just been teasing him. Then, after a little more of that, she opened her jaw wide and took his head into her mouth.

  The warm, wet feeling of his cock in Honey’s mouth was beyond compared. And as she held him in her mouth she kept at it with her tongue, licking him as she formed a tight seal with her lips. Next, slowly, she moved her lips down his length, taking inch after inch of his thick member into her mouth. Grit watched her eagerly, wondering if she was going to be able to fit the whole thing.

  “Good fuckin’ girl,” he said once her mouth reached the base of his prick.

  Honey said nothing, instead making a sensual “mmm” noise, the vibrations running up the length of Grit’s prick. Once she’d reached the bottom, she moved her mouth back up towards his head, letting her jaw rest for a moment, her first pass complete. Then, she picked up the pace, bobbing up and down Grit’s cock, the wet sounds of her lips and tongue at work blending with the music on the radio. Grit was just about at his breaking point. The pleasure was so intense that he felt at any moment he might explode in her mouth, shooting his hot load right down her throat.

  But he had other
things in mind for Honey.

  Grit was just about done with the “no touching” rule. His cock fully down Honey’s throat, Grit slipped his hands under her arms and raised her to her feet.

  “No touching,” she said, her mouth still sensual and crafty.

  “Fuck the rules,” said Grit.

  Before Honey had a chance to respond, Grit shot up to his feet, grabbed Honey by the hips, and spun her around. Wrapping one arm around Honey’s waist and pushing her with the other, Grit moved Honey towards the bed, shoving her onto it so that her perfect, heart-shaped ass stuck right into the air. Grit knew that he was losing control by the second. Some beast deep within him was taking over, and all he could think about was the wet pussy right in front of him. He couldn’t ever remember feeling this taken over by a woman before; at that moment he didn’t want anything else but her.