by Emily Minton
“My grandmother, Mom’s mom, left me some jewelry. Mom never told me. I didn’t know a thing about it until after she died,” she says, looking at me for my reaction. “It’s worth nearly a quarter of a million dollars combined, and I think I’m going to sell it. Since it wasn’t ever really my mom’s, I don’t feel as bad about using it.”
I do my best to keep my face passive, not wanting her to see my shock. Again, I am reminded of how different our backgrounds are. I can’t even imagine what a quarter of a million dollars’ worth of jewelry looks like or how one woman could own that much.
“If that’s what you wanna do, then do it,” I say with a shrug. “If your grandma left it to you, I’m sure she would want you to get some enjoyment out of it.”
She laughs, a laugh that sounds uncharacteristically bitter. “I never met her, but I doubt it. She raised my mother, so she was probably an uptight bitch, too.”
Before I can reply, my phone beeps. I pull it out of my pocket and look down. Brass’s name flashes across the screen with a text that lets me know the visiting club is gone. I look back to Ronni as I push my phone back in my pocket. Seeing a darkness in her beautiful brown eyes, I know I have to do something to change that.
“With all this talk about cooking, my ass is getting hungry. You need to go make me some fucking brownies,” I order, knowing it will get a rise out of her.
“Go fix your own damn brownies. Better yet, fix brownies for the both of us. I’ve been cooking for you for over a week. I think it’s time you made something for me,” she orders back, crossing her arms over her chest, drawing my attention to her perfect tits.
“Trust me, darlin’, you don’t want to eat anything I cook. I can grill the hell out of a steak, but that’s about it. If it’s not steak, I’m not putting anything I cook anywhere near my mouth.” I tell her the God’s honest truth, ignoring the fact that her tits are the only thing I want in my mouth at this moment.
Ronni gets an odd look on her face, followed by a big grin. “I’ll make a deal with you. You grill us some steaks, and I’ll make you some brownies for dessert.”
“I can do that,” I reply, with a nod. “I’ll sweeten the deal even further. After we eat, we can go hang out at the clubhouse, get us a few drinks.”
Ronni jumps up off the couch, her body vibrating with excitement, causing Denver to sit up and let out a bark. “Hell yes! That’s the best idea I’ve heard in a while.”
I keep my eyes trained on her ass while she walks out of the room. It’s a thing of pure fucking beauty that has my cock standing at attention. As soon as she is out of my sight, I reach down and give it squeeze, mentally willing it to go down. When the fucker just thumps against my hand, I know I’m in trouble. There is no fucking way am I gonna make it the next two and a half weeks until Tito gets out of jail. I will be sinking deep inside her sweet body sooner or later.
Chapter Fourteen
Veronica
Shooting the good-looking guy sitting across from me a grin, I toss back another shot and push the bottle toward him. He has been matching me shot for shot for the last hour, ever since Van brought me to the clubhouse. With every shot we take, the guy slouches a little more in his chair. When he started this little game, he didn’t realize that I inherited my ability to hold liquor from my father. Where he is getting sloppy drunk, I’m just feeling really fucking good and plan to get feeling even better.
“Are you sure you’re actually drinking that shit and not pouring it over your shoulder,” he asks, his words slurring just a bit.
“Positive.” I smile, grabbing the bottle and taking a shot straight from the source. “My father taught me well.”
Setting the bottle back down, I take in the man. I remember seeing him about a year or so ago. My dad had some business in Chicago and came by to see me while he was in town. This guy was with him. Even though we never spoke, he isn’t someone easily forgotten.
Before we started drinking, he told me that his name was Taz, saying he couldn’t tell me how he got his name. He was willing to show me, though, if I’d go back to his room with him. If it wasn’t for the fact that I wanted Van so fucking much, I might have taken him up on the offer.
Even well on his way to being sloppy drunk, Taz is hot as hell. Considering he is blind in one eye, leaving his iris a nearly translucent shade of blue, he’s not what some women would consider good looking. Still, there is just something about him that causes me to squirm in my seat. Just looking at him, I can tell he would be fucking amazing in bed.
So far, every member I’ve met has been sexy as fuck. Even the older brothers made me lick my lips in appreciation. If Erin and Kat were here, they’d be creaming their panties. Just as that thought hits my mind, I pull out my phone, take a quick picture of Taz, and send it to my girls, knowing they will appreciate his beauty.
“What the hell are you doing?” he asks, laying his forearms on the table top. “Did you just take a picture of me?”
I turn my phone around and let him see the picture. “Sending my friends some man candy for their spank bank collection.”
He chuckles, reaching out for the bottle and pouring himself another shot. “If they need something with more of a personal touch, just let me know.”
I start to ask him to take his shirt off, the alcohol causing me to lose all my reserve. My mouth slams shut as I see Van walking my way. Just looking at him has my nipples tightening. I’ve never seen anything, not a person or a thing, look so fucking good. He’s like sex on legs, and I just know he would have me screaming his name all night long.
“Are you trying to kill Taz?” he asks, taking a seat next to me and throwing his arm over the back of my chair.
I lean into him, laying my hand on his thigh. “Nope, just making sure he has a little bit of a headache in the morning.”
He chuckles, locking eyes with me. “Not too much of one, I hope. He has to ride out with us in the morning.”
As he looks into my eyes, my mind automatically drifts back to the one kiss we shared, and my tongue snakes out to wet my lips. He mumbles something under his breath then lowers his mouth to mine. As soon as his lips touch mine, my body tightens with interest. I kiss him back, enjoying his taste. Moaning into his mouth, I slide my tongue against his, and my body shivers with excitement. Van pulls away, ending the kiss sooner than I would like.
The man in question looks between Van and me with a drunken smile on his face. “Fuck, brother. Tito is gonna kill you.”
Van looks down at me then back to his friend. “We all gotta die sometime, man. I may just as well have some fun on the way out.”
I lean even closer to Van, plastering myself to his side, not even bothering to pretend I don’t understand what he’s talking about. Dad is gonna be pissed, but that is not gonna stop me from crawling into Van’s bed tonight. I’ve been fighting the urge for over a week. I’m done fighting the urge.
Van stands up, pulling me with him. “We’re going to my room, and I’m gonna fuck you. You good with that?”
Feeling my pussy convulse, I nod my head. “Oh yeah.”
Holding my hand, he leads me through the crowd. We walk down the hallway, not saying another word. When we get near the end, he lets go of my hand and pulls his keys out of his pocket. A second later, he has the door open and is pulling me inside. As soon as the door is shut and locked behind us, his lips are on mine again.
Van kisses me until we are both breathless then pulls away and jerks my shirt over my head. “I’ve been dreaming about your tits since the second I set eyes on you at the airport.”
He raises a hand and brushes his thumb over one lace-covered nipple then moves onto the other. They both stand at attention, wanting more of his touch. He slowly works his hand around me, expertly releasing the hook on my bra. As soon as I feel it come undone, I shrug it off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor.
“Your turn,” I say, my voice hoarse with desire.
; He starts undressing, only taking his eyes off my breasts when they’re obstructed by his t-shirt. By the time he kicks off his boots and starts on his jeans, I am standing before him with nothing but a pair of lace panties on. He stops for just a second, bringing his hand to the lace and sliding it between my thighs, cupping my pussy.
“I could come just thinking about being inside you,” he says, releasing his hold and grabbing the button on his jeans.
I keep my eyes trained on him as I slide my panties off. “I’d rather wait until you did get inside me. You know, after you’ve fucked me so hard I can’t move.”
“I think I can hold off that long,” he replies, shooting me a wink. “If not, I’m always good for a second round.”
When he finally steps out of his jeans, my mouth starts to water. His cock is stone hard and standing straight up. It’s big, a good eight inches and quite a bit thicker than my wrist. He has a Prince Albert piercing, with a metal ball sitting right on the tip. It’s going to feel amazing inside of me. Before that happens, I want a taste.
Not asking permission, I reach out and attempt to wrap my fingers around it. When they won’t reach, my pussy tingles with excitement. My lips open on their own volition. A second later, I’m on my knees, my tongue circling the head, lapping up a bead of pre-cum. His taste has a moan slipping from my mouth as I take him in, all the way to the back of my throat.
“Fuck,” he growls out, grabbing hold of my hair and holding me in place. “Swallow my cock, Ronni. I want to feel your throat wrapped around me.”
He fists my hair as he forces me to take him deeper. I moan around his cock, milking him with my throat muscles. I hold him there a few seconds before jerking back and taking a deep breath. I quickly swallow him back then pull out to the tip, showing it extra attention. I flick my tongue over his piercing then pull him in deep again.
“Enough,” he moans, jerking on my hair.
Without giving me time to think, he pulls out of my mouth and picks me up off the floor. He lifts me up, taking a few steps, then throws me on the bed. He is on top of me before the bed even stops vibrating. His lips immediately attach to one of my nipples. When he bites down on the sensitive peak, I let out a strangled moan.
I thread my fingers through his auburn locks and push my breast further into his mouth. He sucks it for just a second, just hard enough to let me know there will be a mark tomorrow, then moves to the other. He gives it the same treatment, leaving me withering for more.
Van finally brings his lips back to mine and gives me a deep kiss. “I want to play, but I need to be inside you too fucking bad.”
“We can play later,” I mumble, wanting nothing more than to feel his cock moving within my body.
He nods then reaches over and pulls a condom out of the nightstand. I grab it out of his hand, using my teeth to tear it open. Using my legs, I force him to roll over on his back and straddle him. His cock is nestled between my thighs, and I can’t stop myself from gliding against its length a time or two.
Only when I know I can’t wait a second more, I move back just enough to roll the condom on. I take my time, looking into his eyes as I do it. Once it’s in place, I wrap my hand around the base and sink down on it, not stopping until he is rooted deep inside of me. My head flies back, and I moan so loud the sound bounces off the walls.
“Yes,” I cry, unable to say anything more.
A second later, he flips me to my back and takes over. He starts powering in and out of me, going deep each and every time. I move with him, wanting him as deep as possible. It feels so good that I can already feel my pussy starting to contract. With each stroke, he brings me closer and closer to the pinnacle.
“Fuck me hard,” I cry out, wanting to fall over that edge.
“If you want something, you ask nicely,” he states, slowing his strokes. “I’m the only one who issues orders in this bed.”
I tighten my walls around him and whisper, “Please.”
He immediately picks up speed. The power of his strokes causes the bed to bang against the wall, filling the room with the thud of wood hitting sheetrock every second. With each thrust, I get closer and closer. A part of me wants this to last, but another part wants instant gratification. That part wins out.
Moving my hand between us, I touch my clit. Van instantly stops, grabbing my hand and pulling it away. Bringing it above my head, he holds it against the mattress.
“If anyone gets to play with this pussy, it’s gonna be me,” he says, letting go of my hand and moving his between us.
His fingers latch onto my clit, giving it a hard squeeze and a twist. He releases it, rubbing small circles over the over-sensitized bud, then pinches it again. That’s all it takes. My hips buck as my pussy clamps down on his cock. Fireworks go off throughout my body, leaving me limp and out of breath.
“Fucking amazing,” I whimper out, wrapping my arms around him.
He pulls his hand from between us and places it against my throat, squeezing just enough to cut off the airflow. “I didn’t say you could come, Ronni.”
His words intensify the aftershocks that are already working through my body. I ride out another orgasm, loving the feeling of his hand at my throat. The hint of danger makes my orgasm hit harder and last a hell of a lot longer.
“Such a bad girl,” he chides, pulling his hand away and grabbing my hair. “Still not waiting for permission.”
He tugs on my long locks as he powers into me. Gliding in and out, his thrusts lose their rhythm. He pounds into me, losing all control of his body. Within a minute, he buries himself to the root, and his cock twitches deep inside of me.
A second later, his weight hits my body, and he says, “Yeah, you are so worth the ass kicking I’m gonna get.”
Chapter Fifteen
Veronica
Climbing off the back of Van’s bike, I look to the front of the Grim Bastards clubhouse then back at him. Of course, he isn’t looking at me. He has barely laid eyes on me since he woke me up this morning. I’m pretty damn sure he regrets last night, regrets ever laying a hand on me. I don’t regret it, not even a little bit.
Not only was it the best sex I have ever had, but it was also the first time in my life that I ever felt truly wanted. I’ve been with a lot of guys, more than I care to admit, but I never felt like I was important to them. I was always just a means to an end, a way to get off and nothing more. With Van, I feel like he needed me as much as he needed his next breath.
Pulling my eyes back to the clubhouse, I attempt to put my night with Van out of my mind and stretch the sore muscles in my back. I love being on the back of a bike. Even as a little girl, I loved riding with my arms wrapped around my dad. It gives me a feeling of total freedom, unlike anything else in the world. The only problem is that long rides leave me feeling like I just got my ass kicked.
“Let’s get our asses inside,” Van orders as he starts walking to the door with Brass and Taz walking at his side.
By the time we get to the door, a brother pushes it open and ushers us inside. The men talk amongst themselves as he leads us into the common room. I ignore them, looking around for a familiar face. It only takes a second for my eyes to land on one of the old ladies, but it’s not the one I’m looking for.
“We didn’t expect y’all for another hour,” the Bastards’ Sergeant at Arms says as we come to a stop at his table. “Boz had something to do this morning, but he’ll be here any minute.”
“Not a problem,” Van tells him, sitting down in a chair.
I stand there, wondering what the fuck I’m supposed to do now. The question is taken away from me when Van pulls me into his lap. I’m so surprised, I let out a gasp and nearly tumble to the floor. When I finally calm down, I turn and scowl at Van. He is looking at me with a cocky smile on his face.
“You got some balls, man,” the Grim Bastards’ VP says as he takes a seat. “No way I’d ever go anywhere near my Pres’s daughter.”
Narrowing my eyes, I reply for Van. “Your Pres doesn’t have a daughter, so that’d be pretty easy for you.”
Normally, I wouldn’t say a word at a table full of bikers. I’d keep my mouth shut, knowing that at some clubs, women are meant to be seen but not heard. I also know that some men don’t mind using their fists to make sure that stays true. Considering that the men sitting in front of me are my friends’ husbands, I let my words fly.
“You’ve got a point there, sweetheart.” He nods, his smile growing impossibly bigger. “What I should have said is, there is no way I’d lay a finger on Tito’s daughter, no matter how fucking irresistible she is.”
“Yeah, but it may be worth Tito’s anger to get a taste of you,” the Sergeant at Arms says, with a twinkle in his eye.
“If you do any tasting, I’ll cut off your balls,” My friend Addy says, walking over and flicking her finger against the side of her old man’s head.
“Why would I, when I have your sweet ass in my bed every night?” He looks up at her, smirking in a way that has her losing the frown on her face.
“Good answer,” she replies then looks at me and grins.
A smile spreads across my face as I wiggle out of Van’s lap and run over to my friend. Addy and I hug, both talking over the other. I only met her a few years ago and had only seen her twice in all that time, but we’ve become close through calls and frequent text messages. We’ve barely said two words when I’m jerked away from Addy, bringing our reunion to a quick death, and pulled back into Van’s arms.
“Stay close to me, Ronni. I don’t know everyone here, and I’m not taking a chance of you getting hurt,” he whispers, tightening his grip on my waist.
After a morning of near silence, the sound of him talking to me causes goosebumps to crawl along my arms. I replay the words, trying to figure out if he would truly be upset if something happened to me. I look deep into his sky-blue eyes, wondering if he really cares about me or if he is just doing his duty to my father. I search them, looking for my answer, but I can’t decipher what I see.
