A Ride or Die Kind of Love

by Chelsea Camaron

  Jackson gave me a run down on the way out of the house this morning. He told me to shut my mouth, do my job and then leave the compound. I wasn’t to go snooping, or walking around, or interrupting anyone’s day-to-day activity. I was there to work, plain and simple. So, here I am, doing my job, keeping my mouth shut and avoiding all contact with the bikers unless they ask me directly for something, which is usually a beer.

  I am mid-way through cleaning some glasses when a cool, smooth, sexy voice fills my ears. My body shivers. It’s an automatic reaction to a voice that sounds like his. I lift my eyes to see Cade, the man I met yesterday, leaning over the bar.

  “Hello there, sugar, got a beer for me?”

  I stare at him for a long moment, then I turn and grip a beer from the fridge, tossing it at him.

  “Ain’t ya gonna open that for me?”

  Smart ass. I turn with a silky smile and uncap the top. He grins at me, showing those devastating dimples. His green eyes look divine under this light, so bright, so clear, anyone would get lost in those eyes.

  “How’s your first day goin’?” he asks.

  I raise my brow at him. “You’re not interested in my first day. What is it you really want to ask?”

  He grins again, like he’s completely amused by every single word that leaves my mouth.

  “You got a man?”

  Seriously? I put my hands on my hips and shake my head.

  “Does that line work on women?”

  “I don’t have to use lines on women, sugar.”

  I bet he doesn’t.

  “Then why the question?”

  “Curiosity, see, I know you’re runnin’ from somethin’. I’m figuring it’s a man, but I could be wrong.”

  “You’re wrong, and I’m not running.”

  He raises a brow. “No?”

  “No.”

  “Think you’re fuckin’ lyin’ now.”

  I snort. “And you know this because you know me so incredibly well that you can see I’m lying?”

  He chuckles. “Sugar, you’re lying, I can see it written all over you. The way your eyes twitched when I said that, the way your body stiffened just a touch. So, I assume I’m right about one thing, you’re runnin’ from somethin’. Not a man, but somethin’.”

  “My life,” I grind out, hating that he is so right, “is none of your fucking business.”

  “A reaction, you know what that means, yeah?” he teases.

  “It means if you don’t shut up, I’ll dive over this bar and give you something to talk about.”

  He stares at me a long moment, then throws his head back and roars with laughter. My fists clench, I’m so damned angry right now. I want to punch that beautiful jaw. I want to grip his hair and tug until he growls. I just want to hurt him.

  “Sugar, you’re extremely entertaining, by all means, keep goin’.”

  I glare at him. “Can you leave? I’m busy.”

  He looks at the empty bar. “Oh yeah?”

  “Fuck off, Cade.”

  “Ouch, you wound me.”

  I sigh, giving up on my attempt to get rid of him. I pick up the dish towel and continue drying the glasses. For a long moment, he watches me, just letting his gaze run over my body. I feel every second of it too.

  “Where you from?”

  I look up at him, brows raised. “None of your business.”

  “Can’t a man even have a conversation with you? Didn’t anyone teach you manners, sugar?”

  I narrow my eyes at him. “Where are you from?” I throw back.

  He smirks, “I’m from here, now it’s your turn.”

  I roll my eyes at him. “I’m not telling you where I’m from.”

  “Running from something?”

  “Are we back to that again?” I say, placing the glass down and picking up another one.

  “Well, tell me where you’re from and we won’t be back to that.”

  “No.”

  “Fine, tell me about yourself.”

  I give him a sharp look. “Do you ever give up?”

  “No sugar.”

  My mouth twitches, and I can’t stop it. He notices, and a broad, beautiful smile stretches across his face.

  “Girl, you would look real pretty if you smiled.”

  “Smiling is over rated.”

  He chuckles softly. “Yeah. How’s things going with Jacks?”

  I shrug. “Awkward. We hardly know each other.”

  “He’s a good man.”

  I put stack the glasses and put them into the shelf nearby. “I never said he wasn’t.”

  “He’s real proud of you.”

  I flinch, and then slowly turn back to Cade. “I doubt that.”

  “He looks at you with pride. We all see it.”

  I ignore him. There’s no point in arguing. If that’s what he thinks he can see, then so be it.

  “You’re safe here, you know that right? Whatever you’re running from, it can’t touch you here.”

  I stiffen, but before I can answer him, a sexy female voice fills my ears.

  “Cade, there you are.”

  I peer over my shoulder to see an attractive blonde walking over. She’s gorgeous, tatted up and completely rocking the biker chick look. Her tight leather pants fit around her ass like they’ve been glued on, her top, don’t get me started on her top. She might as well take it off; it would probably be less erotic. She saunters over to Cade, grips his shirt and pulls him in for a kiss that has my cheeks flushing. I turn away, not wanting to witness this public display of affection.

  “Britney, not now, babe. I’m busy.” I hear Cade grunt.

  “You said that yesterday, and the day before, there a problem?”

  I can’t help but listen in, it’s hard not to. Is this girl Cade’s old lady? It would make sense; she’s certainly gorgeous enough to be at his side.

  “No, I’m just fuckin’ busy.”

  “Who’s the new chick?”

  I flinch, knowing full well she’s talking about me. I turn, staring over at her. She scowls at me, as she lets her gaze slide over my body. I return the favor, letting her see that there’s no way in hell I’m intimidated by her.

  “That’s Jackson’s little girl, best you shut your mouth around her,” Cade says.

  Britney snorts. “Jackson and me have an understanding. He won’t mind me making sure she knows her place around here.”

  “An understanding?” Cade snorts. “You mean you sucked his dick and earned a moment of respect?”

  Yuck.

  “Fuck you, Cade. I wouldn’t have to suck dick if you just made me your old lady.”

  Ah, so she’s not his old lady. Interesting.

  “Not gonna happen, lady, so stop fuckin’ tryin’.”

  “Whatever. I came to tell you Jackson is lookin’ for you. It’s time for church.”

  Church, a bikers once a week meeting that they all have to attend, no excuses. Cade stands, ignoring her. He turns, leans over the bar, and flashes me that panty-dropping smile.

  “We’ll finish our conversation later, sugar.”

  Then he turns and saunters out looking like God’s gift to women. Okay, so the likeliness is that he is, in fact, God’s gift. Which just makes it that much harder to look away. I let my eyes swing to Britney, who is now glaring at me. She’s giving me the kind of look that suggests it’s my fault her piece of ass just walked out. I give her my best smile, turn and walk off, but not before hearing her mumble the one word that tears at my heart strings and has my whole body burning with hurt, even though I don’t let it show.

  She calls me a whore.

  ~*~*~*~

  “Clean up, then I’ll take you home.”

  I turn and see Jackson leaning against the bar. I’ve been working here for a week now, and so far things have been good. Most of the guys are kind to me, though they are all very rough. The girls are still unsure, but all of them show a certain level of respect because I’m Jackson’s daughter. Fair enough, I su
ppose, but I would prefer to earn my own respect.

  “I’m just going to walk,” I say softly, placing the final glass down. Let me tell you, if I have to clean glasses after this experience, I’ll stab myself in the eye with a blunt instrument.

  “You okay, girl?” he asks, straightening and focusing on me.

  Jackson has been trying, he really has. He even filled the house with food and put his clothes in the laundry basket instead of all over the house. I know that’s an effort for him, and it’s an effort I appreciate. We’ve had a few basic conversations, but mostly, we stay out of each other’s way. I feel a certain pull towards Jackson that I’m trying to fight. If I get too close to him, then I’ll struggle to walk away, and I know I have to walk away.

  “I’m fine, just tired.”

  He nods, digging into his pocket and pulling out a wad of cash. He hands it to me, and I stare down at it.

  “What’s this?”

  “First weeks’ pay.”

  My hearts swells as I stare down at the cash. To most, this wouldn’t be a memorable moment, for me, it’s the beginning of my new life. I earned this on my own, without having to rely on another person. This cash, it’s all mine.

  “Thank you,” I breathe, still staring at what has to be at least $500.

  “You earned it, now go home, the girls can finish up here.”

  I nod, and I attempt to give him a smile. He returns it, flashing me what would be an award-winning smile.

  “Thanks, Jackson.”

  He nods, and turns to walk out. When he gets to the door, he glances over at me. “One day, I hope you’ll call me Dad.” Then he leaves me there, feeling that ache in my heart spread further through my chest. I believe that ache might be the beginnings of something I’ve never felt for a parent before – I think that ache is love.

  Shaking my head and forcing the emotions down, I finish up and pack my things. I’m just heading out the door, when I hear moaning. I don’t know if I would call it a natural reaction, or a built in reaction, but I find my curiosity getting the better of me, and I follow the sound. When I step into a large, open room, with a few pool tables and a karaoke machine, I see Cade and Britney. I can’t turn my eyes away. I can’t because the sight before me is so erotic, my blood heats instantly. My chest begins heaving, and my fingers curl around the doorframe as I peer in, watching them. I shouldn’t be watching them, but it’s so hard to look away from a sight so utterly…filthy.

  Cade is standing against the far wall, his back is to the brick and his fingers are tangled in Britney’s hair. She’s on her knees, head sliding up and down as she sucks his cock. He doesn’t even have his jeans off, they’re just open enough to give her access. His eyes are closed, and every now and then he makes a light grunting sound. He looks so delicious standing there like that, eyes closed, head back, chest heaving and skin glistening with a fine layer of sweat. Britney’s head bobs faster, and Cade’s groans become deeper. I feel my pussy swell and begin a gentle throbbing as all my blood redirects itself.

  With a growl, Cade tugs Britney’s hair, pulling her back and releasing his cock from her mouth. I let my eyes travel down to the large, hard part of him that’s now freed from her mouth. He’s massive, not that I expected any less from a man with his build. His cock is covered in a yellow condom, but I can see from the bumps at the ends, that he’s pierced. I can’t move my eyes away; I don’t want to. I just want to stand here and stare at him all day. I watch as he lifts Britney, placing her on a pool table. He lays her down, hoisting her skirt up until she’s bare before him. Then he spreads her legs. I swallow a gasp as her pussy comes into sight, glistening, bare and ready for him.

  I clench my legs together as the throbbing turns into a painful thud. A huge part of me wants to be the one on that table, feeling his cock sliding in and out of my heat. Cade is the kind of man you want to fuck, just for the experience. Not only is he gorgeous, I also have no doubt he can fuck just as beautifully as he charms women. His body moves like a sleek panther, slow, sexy, prowling. His tongue slides out, wetting his lower lip as he circles the pool table, hand on his cock, stroking gently. I make a light whimpering sound, and that’s when he looks up. His eyes meet mine and burn into me. I feel my body jerk, but I don’t turn away.

  Most women would run, but part of me wants him to know he’s been caught. Our eyes hold each other’s for a long moment, and I can see that he’s still stroking his cock, even though I’m not focusing directly on it. When I finally force my eyes from his, I let them slide down to his hand once more. I take in the sight for a second longer, before taking a step to back out of the room. Cade’s eyes widen just a touch, and he grips his jeans, pulling them up over his hard length. Britney notices his movement, and sits up, catching me in the doorway. She smirks, and sits with her legs still parted enough to show her pussy. Seriously?

  “Oops, princess caught us.”

  Why does she assume I’m a princess? Seriously? Do all girls just assume other women they don’t know, are bratty? I turn on my heel, deciding now would be a good time to leave them to it. I hear Cade call my name, and then I hear Britney protesting.

  “Let her go, Cade. I thought we were going to fuck?”

  “Yeah, babe, turns out I’m really not fuckin’ interested. Go fuck someone else.”

  “You were interested a second ago, until she came along!”

  He snorts. “No, I was just too fuckin’ lazy to pull myself.”

  “You jerk!”

  I grin as I turn the corner and walk to the front door. Cade catches up to me when I am just about at the front gates. I hear his boots crunching in the gravel long before I hear his sexy voice filling my ears.

  “You liked what you saw.”

  It’s not a question. It’s a simple fact.

  “Does it matter if I did, or if I didn’t?” I say over my shoulder.

  He grips my arm, spinning me around. His green eyes hold mine. God, he’s so fucking devastating to look at. He literally makes everything hurt with want.

  “It matters, sugar.”

  “No, it doesn’t.”

  “Does to me, ‘coz you know I want inside those panties. I’ve never wanted inside a girl as much as I want inside you,” he drawls.

  “Seems like you have plenty of panties to crawl into,” I say, grinning at him.

  He steps closer, leaning down until I can feel his warm breath against my skin. He smells like beer, and Britney’s perfume. It’s not off putting though, in fact, it’s quite a sexual smell.

  “Girls like Britney, they’re what you use when doing it yourself is just too hard. They don’t feel great, they don’t perform great, they’re just easy. If I wanted a simple fuck, then sure, I’ve got plenty of panties to crawl into. I don’t want a simple fuck though, I want something that’s real. Something like you…”

  I cross my arms. “Why the fascination. You don’t know me, Cade. Besides, aren’t you banned from having sexual relations with the President’s daughter?”

  “If you had been around the entire time, sure. You haven’t, though. Jackson ain’t got a say so when it comes to you, so no, there ain’t nothin’ hold me back from takin’ what I want…”

  “Why would you want me?” I ask, a little shocked and confused.

  “Girls like you are what all men want, sugar.”

  “You don’t know what kind of girl I am, Cade.”

  “I do,” he says, his voice husky. “I know exactly what kinda girl you are.”

  “Fill me in on that, won’t you?”

  He leans closer, lifting his heavily ringed fingers to stroke my cheek so lightly, I tremble.

  “You’re the kind of girl that makes a man want to stop what he’s doing, just so he can get a moment to look at that angelic face – a face that will keep him awake for the rest of his fuckin’ life. That’s the kind of girl you are, sugar.”

  I swallow, feeling my body coming to life beneath his touch.

  “I think you’re wrong,�
� I breathe as he leans even closer.

  “I’m not wrong. I’ve seen a lot of people in my life, and I’ve been with a lot of girls. None of them are as real as you. I’ll fuck you, sugar. I’ll claim you because you’re the meaning of need. You’re what I’ve been lookin’ for.”

  Is he serious? I tremble as he moves even closer, bringing his lips only millimeters from mine. I swallow over and over, trying to think of anything else but him. How could he possibly want me that much, after a mere week and a bit? It’s not possible; he doesn’t know me. He just wants something different, a challenge perhaps? I don’t know, but I do know he’s completely wrong about me.

  “I’m not what anybody looks for. I’m not what they fight for. I’m not what they breathe for. I’m not the girl you think I am.”

  He leans down, shocking me as he slides his lips over mine, gently at first, then roughly when I begin to respond. I can’t help my hand, as it lifts up to wrap around the chain on his jeans. I tug it, bringing him closer. His boots crunch in the dirt as he takes a step closer, pressing his body against mine. I open my mouth, allowing his tongue to slide in and tangle with mine. His fingers travel up my neck, over my cheek and then he thrusts them into my hair, tangling it around them. The kiss is the kind of kiss that stops your breath, the kind of kiss that stops everything. For a split second, all I can feel is him. When he pulls back, I snake my tongue out and lick the last of him off my bottom lip.

  “You might not think you’re worth fighting for, or breathing for, but let me tell you, sugar – everyone deserves to be fought for, even those who think they aren’t worth it.”

  Then he lets me go, turns and walks off, leaving me utterly speechless.

  Well hell, the biker is deep.

  Damn.

  ~*CHAPTER 4*~

  PAST

  “Don’t fucking bitch at me, Addison.”

  I stare at my mother, cigarette in her mouth, hair in tangles, wearing nothing but a bra and panties. The man she just serviced is passed out on her bed. He’s old and fat. I am guessing he’s also rich, by the looks of the suit that’s hanging over the back of a nearby chair. Why would any rich man feel the need to put himself anywhere near a woman like my mother? Heck, couldn’t he just order a bride or something?