Spun

by Shyla Colt

  “No, I knew you needed time to settle into your new situation, and we all know you’ve been working hard on opening the store, then getting your gemologist certification. Besides, it’s part of the life. We all go through it at one point or another.”

  “Yeah. What about the other old ladies?”

  “They’re nice, but there aren’t many of us new generation. Other than the club, we don’t have a lot in common.” She shrugs. “But now I can say officially you’re welcomed to the club. I’m damn glad to have you.”

  I laugh. “I’m glad to be here, surprisingly.”

  “You never thought about wearing a patch before?” Mimi lifts an eyebrow.

  “I did, but none of the guys appealed to me. They were either still in playboy mode, older, or just people I never viewed that way.”

  “Funny how things work out, isn’t it?”

  “You’re telling me,” I say.

  Sandy stops by and we reminisce over the past few months. It’s been a whirlwind of emotions and firsts with him. This is new for both of us. Neither of us wanted a relationship, but now that we’ve been given an opportunity to find happiness with someone we’re lowering our walls and putting in the work. I’ve seen sides of the man I didn’t know existed. I know many have found death at his hands, but I’ve been given life.

  “So, tell me what I’ve missed around here,” I say once she’s settled with her usual vodka and cranberry.

  “Hah, drama, drama, and more drama.”

  “So, the usual?”

  We burst into laughter. It feels good to be catching up. My life is slowly becoming everything I never knew I wanted.

  “Well, look who’s here without their guard dog.”

  The disrespectful, nasally tone strikes a wrong chord. I turn in my seat and find Trixie leaning against the counter a few inches away. “Making that money for the club, Trixie?” I ask sweetly.

  “Fuck you, bitch. You’re no better than me.”

  I laugh. “Really? ’Cause this,” I tap my leather vest, “says you should watch your mouth…right now.”

  “You were working here before I was,” she hisses.

  The hate in her voice shocks me. I never saw her having a preference for any of the men. Why she’s bent out of shape over Wizard is beyond me. I can tell by the glossed-over eyes and dark circles even concealer can’t hide, she’s strung out on something. “Yes, as a manger.” I speak slowly, watching her face. I have nothing against strippers—it’s an honest way to make a good living—but I’ll be damned if I get compared to club property. My title was rightfully earned the minute I was born to my dad. “I get that your free pussy hasn’t landed you an old man, but the fact is I’m a rightful heir to this shit. Do you know my father? I’m sure you do, his name is Hulk and just like him, you won’t like me when I’m angry.”

  “You get under Wizard’s protection, and suddenly you want to pretend to be a badass? I’ve watched you over the years. You’ve never been anything but a scared little girl who’d do anything to blend in.”

  My jaw tightens. She’s throwing down a gauntlet I have to meet. I down the rest of my drink, slam the glass down on the counter, and slide from the chair. “You just signed your eviction notice. I don’t catfight with insignificant peons. I have what you call real power.” I scan the area and find a prospect. “Prospect,” I call out.

  He stands at attention and rushes over.

  “I need you to take out the trash.”

  “You bitch.” Trixie lunges at me and I step away, making her crash into the bar. Glasses clatter onto the floor. Enraged, she pushes away from the counter and spins toward me.

  The prospect moves to step in front of me.

  I hold out my hand. “I can handle it.” I crook my finger. “Come get some if you think you’re ready.” I can defend myself. You’d be stupid not to learn how when you roll with the characters we do. The one thing my father did right was teach me self-defense moves.

  She charges forward like a bull in a China shop.

  I dart to the side at the last minute, stick out my foot, and watch her go down.

  Her face smacks the hard floor.

  I plant my foot in the middle of her back before she can recover. “Do everyone here a favor and stay down.” I grind the toe of my shoe in to get my point across. “You aren’t worth dirtying my hands. I put you on the floor under my shoe for a reason.” I remove my foot and let the prospect help her to her feet.

  “I’m going to get you back for this. you uppity bitch.”

  “You can try, sweetheart, but somehow I won’t be losing any sleep.” I look at the prospect. “Thanks, Tigger, I’ll put the good word in for you with P.”

  “I appreciate it, Nevada,” he says, flashing me a toothy grin before he disappears into the crowd.

  I let out the sigh I’ve been holding. “What do you say we take this party to the house? I think I’ve had enough excitement for one night.”

  Mimi grins at me as she shakes her head.

  I can see the pride in her gaze. As we gather our things to leave, I can’t help but feel proud of the way I handled it, too. Wizard will approve, and that’s become extremely important to me. Not simply because he’s my old man, but because he’d become my best friend.

  I walk inside the door and toss my bags on the ground. I’ve never wanted to get back home from a ride so badly. That’s the difference between having someone waiting at home and living life only for Chaos. I like the change.

  “Wizard!”

  Nevada’s squeal makes me grin. She’s infusing life in me, reviving pieces inside of me that had perished long ago. She’s a fucking miracle and she has no clue. Walking over to the stairs, I open my arms and catch her small frame as she launches from the second to last step. She’s soft, and smells like citrus and something I can only describe as Nevada. I bury my face into her neck, and inhale deep. When her legs wrap around my waist I moan. “Been on the road all day, babe. I need to wash the dust off.”

  “How about you let me handle that?”

  I pull back, pleasantly surprised that she’s taking the reins. “Yeah?”

  She looks up at me from behind those ridiculously long lashes. “I missed you. I want to show you how much.”

  “I’m all yours, Nev.”

  Her smile chases away the insecurity I saw creep up in her eyes. How she thinks she’s anything short of amazing, I don’t know. The shit makes me want to throat-punch her father and worthless mother. I saw the shit they pulled. It would damage any child.

  “I like the sound of that.” She circles her arms around my neck and leans back. “First stop, the bathroom, where I’m going to get you clean so I can dirty you up again.” Her eyes darken with lust.

  A chill skitters up my spine. My cock goes from half-mast to jean busting as it strains against the seam of my pants. Cupping her ass to keep her steady, I take us to the bathroom. I close the door behind me and pause. “This is your show, I’m just a willing participate.”

  “You sit down while I prepare the water.”

  “Yes, ma’am.” I sit on the tub and take in her clothing. She’s wearing a slinky blue summer dress with flowers that hits her mid-thighs. It pops against her tan skin and teases me with glimpses of the stems I just had wrapped around me. “Am I allowed to touch, Ms. Nevada?”

  She glances over her shoulder and deliberately bends over to start the water. “If you really must.”

  “You fucking know I do.” I run my hands up her thighs, massaging them as I move up to the crease where they meet her hips. My knuckles brush against her pussy and she moans. “The heat is pouring off you. I bet if I slipped my fingers inside your panties you’d be wet.”

  “Don’t let me stop you. You know I love it when you take control.”

  Her breathy response sets me on fire. Holding her left leg to keep her steady as she leans over the tub, I slip my fingers in the side of her panties. Her moisture greets me like a welcome home sign. “Did you miss me whil
e I was gone?” I slide between her lips and she whimpers. “I can feel how much you did.” I circle her clit, slowly. I want her achy and desperate for my dick. She rocks her hips, seeking more, but I remove my hand, popping the fingers in my mouth. I suck off her sweet flavor. “Delicious.”

  She huffs and turns to face me with pouty lips. “Just for that, I’m going to make you smell like a girl.” She walks to the double sink, grabs her pink crystal shit, and tosses it into the bathtub.

  “You think I give a shit about that?” I arch an eyebrow. “I plan to be in you all night. I’ll smell like a girl after tonight anyway. You know you’re my favorite scent.”

  Her face softens and I wrap my arm around her waist, then pull her to stand between my legs. She leans in and I trace the seam of her full lips for a moment before she opens her mouth and takes me in. I get drunk on her kisses. She’s that intoxicating. I tilt my head and delve deeper, replacing the frayed nerves and anger from the road with this euphoria. We part.

  She tugs at the steel band of my arms. “I need to turn off the water.”

  I let her go reluctantly, watching her as she walks away.

  She turns back to me with a playful expression. “Now, you need to strip. I’ll let you get the boots and the cut, the rest I’ll handle.”

  I slide out of my vest and she takes it away, hanging it on the hook in the bathroom. With the one thing I care about now taken care of, I’m free to focus on her. I make quick work of my boots and socks then toss them across the room by the door.

  She smiles. “Excited?” she asks.

  I cup the bulge in my pants. “What do you think?”

  “That I better get started.” She trails her fingertips across the planes of my shoulders. “This has to go first. Arms up.” I lift them and she pulls the shirt over my head.

  I never give my back to anyone, but this petite beauty with the angelic face has her hands wrapped around my heart. I haven’t fallen, but I’m damn close. Just as the anxiety hits, she scrapes her nails down my chest and the lust roars to the surface. Her fingers are nimble as she strips me down and drives me insane. Suddenly, I’m nude and I feel more vulnerable than I have since I was a child. Taking my hand she guides me to the tub, where I gratefully sink down into the heated water and drape my arms over the sides.

  There’s something incredibly intimate about her soaping up a washcloth and sinking down to her knees beside me. She takes my hand and begins to cleanse me. The action sooths my dry, dusty flesh. I close my eyes and enjoy her gentle ministrations. I never had tender touches like this growing up. I was raised by the men of the club. Maybe that’s why I crave her and the emotions she brings forth.

  “I like you like this.”

  “Quiet?” I open one eye.

  “No, sweet.”

  “You’re the only one who’d ever say that.”

  “I know, and I like that, too.”

  “Your claws are coming out. I like that. I heard about you and Trixie. You know she’s banned now?”

  “I figured that would happen.”

  “You did a good job handling it.”

  “She knew better than to treat me like I was club ass.”

  The fire blazing in her eyes reassures me I made the right decision. I worried about making her a target. I forced her out into the open, when she’d spent the majority of her life hidden. The tension is washed away along with the grime. “I think you missed a spot.”

  “You think so? I thought I was saving the best for last.” She wraps her hand around my cock and squeezes.

  When she begins to pump, I hiss and my hips move in rhythm. She’s like a snake charmer, getting me to do what she wants with little effort.

  “You’re so hard and thick. I can’t wait to have you inside of me.”

  My jaw drops. Has she been practicing this shit while I’ve been gone? Maybe I need to spend a month on the road more often. She stops and I growl in protest.

  “Don’t worry, we’re just getting started.” She stands up.

  I watch as she shimmies out of her tiny lace panties and pulls her dress over her head. Her pert pink nipples are begging for my mouth.

  She climbs into the water and sits down on my lap. My cock is pressing against her pussy. “See, while you were gone, I did a lot of thinking.” She rises, grips my base, and slowly sinks down on my length.

  I can’t help the sigh of relief that comes from being inside of her.

  “I went and started the pill, because I want to feel you come inside of me.”

  “Fuck.”

  “Yes, that’s exactly what I want to do.” She slams down on my dick.

  My eyes roll back in my head. Grabbing her hips I give her what she wants.

  She grips my hips, meeting me thrust for thrust. Water sloshes around us and onto the floor. She flexes her muscles and I pound into her. She takes it like a champ, begging for more. I want to hold off, but it’s been a while, and she’s had me running hot from the second I stepped inside the house.

  “Gage.” She throws her head back.

  Her walls tighten and I dig my fingers into her flesh. “Come for me. Now, Nev.”

  She locks her greens on me and I explode inside of her, filling her to the brim. I’d never gone bare with anyone else, let alone come in them. It was an almost religious experience, giving her a piece of myself. Knowing a part of me is lingering inside of her makes me want to drill into her all over again.

  She leans against my shoulder, limp and pliable, as our breathing evens out.

  What are you doing to me? You’re making a monster remember how to feel. I smooth her wet hair back. “You okay?”

  “Oh, yeah.” She sighs dreamily.

  I chuckle. “Come on, let’s get out.” We stand as I step out, grab a towel, and bundle up my precious cargo. I always thought men who were soft, were weak. Now I understand, they have a different kind of strength. “Let’s go get dressed. I’ve been dreaming of a steak for the past week.” I can’t say I want to take her somewhere nice—it’s not who I am—but she doesn’t need the words. That’s the best thing about my old lady. Caring is all action based. To her, words are meaningless fluff that may be pleasing to the ears, but they mean jackshit in the long run. We head to the bedroom that’s gone from mine to ours and I take in the changes. Girly shit lines my dresser, the closet is packed to the brim, and the bedspread has matching sheets and a ruffled skirt. My upper lip quirks up. She’s made the house a home.

  “What?” She slides on slinky black dress and glances at me over her shoulder.

  “I’m thinking about bending you over, flipping up your skirt, and fucking you again.”

  She spins and shakes her head. “Oh no, you promised me sustenance, Gage.”

  “You’re younger than me. If I can keep it up, so can you.”

  “You’re older and wiser. You know tricks I don’t,” she countered.

  “So, let me show you.” I allow the towel to drop to the ground and stalk over. I nudge her body and her thighs hit the bed. When I bend her over she gasps. Pinning her hands to the bed I grind my stiff cock against her ass. “You still worried about food?”

  “No.”

  I flip her skirt up and trail my fingertips across her ass. “You took me by surprise today. I like it when you take the reins.” I slap her ass and she jumps. “But I don’t want you to forget who takes the lead.” I deliver a few more sharp taps to her ass. Her cheeks blossom pink and I moan. “It hurts good, doesn’t it?”

  “Oh, yes.” Her voice is husky.

  I slip my hands between her thighs and run my finger between her lips. After gathering her juices I move down to her swollen nub. She jerks. “You’re so wet. You like it when I spank your tight little ass, don’t you?”

  “Yes.”

  “You want more?” A beat passes. I fist her hair, and pull it tight. “Answer me.”

  “Yes,” she cries out with a breathless need.

  “Then that’s what I’ll give you.” I releas
e her hair and deliver ten more light blows to each cheek. She rubs her thighs together and I catch her scent. When I slip two fingers inside of her core she tenses, holding me tight. I groan. “I need to be inside of you right now.”

  “What are you waiting for?”

  I remove my fingers and caress her jaw. “You’re getting a sassy mouth on you. Open your mouth, I have something to fill it with.”

  She obeys, and I slide my fingers into her mouth. “See how good you taste?” She sucks them clean and I can’t stop the growl that builds in my throat.

  The suction stops and she releases my fingers with a loud pop. “I’m learning from the best,” she purrs.

  I palm my dick and slide home. “Last time we were both in a hurry. Now, I’m going to take my time.” I wrap her wrists in my hand. “You like it when I’m in control, don’t you? You like the thrill of letting go, because you know I’ll always take care of you.”

  “Yes, God.” Her breaths are coming in small puffs of air. Her pussy is creaming.

  I push inside of her, going deeper with each stroke. She moves her hips, slamming down on to me. She flexes. “Shit. You feel so good, babe.” I circle my hips.

  “Gage.”

  “That’s right, babe. It’ll always be me inside of you.” She’s a fixation I can’t shake. Hell, I don’t want to. She moves her hips, matching me stroke for stroke. My belly clenches and my balls draw up. I adjust my angle to hit the bundle of nerves inside of her. She cries out and I continue to simulate the spot. Her body tenses and I know she’s going to come. “That’s it, come for me, baby. Let go.”

  She thrashes her head back and forth. Her walls close on me. She falls apart, taking me over with her.

  I spurt a hot jet until I have nothing left to give. I release her hands and kiss her back as I massage her wrists. I know I’m in over my head, but right now I’d drown a happy man.

  Chapter Seven

  The bell above the door tings and I glance up .The sight of my father steals the smile from my face.

  His face is grim and he looks defeated.

  My stomach churns. “Daddy?”