by Lexie Davis
“End it.” Torque said it with such vehemence that Silver found himself nodding in agreement. Instead of saying anything else, Torque stood and went to the guard who led him back to his cell.
Silver sat there until Torque was completely out of sight. He basically considered Torque the father figure he never had. They were friends and brothers. It hurt to disrespect him and with the way Torque reacted, he knew that an ass kicking was in his near future.
He stood and checked out. Breaking it off with Layla wouldn’t be easy. She was an addiction, a drug. There was no other woman like her and he knew no one could replace her.
He’d fucked himself over royally and there wasn’t much chance that he could save himself from the destruction.
****
“The girls want to stay with you,” Layla’s aunt, Miranda, told her on the phone. “They miss you.”
“I know. I miss them too. I can’t right now. You know that. I kept them when Mom died because they didn’t need to go into the system. Chrissy would never get her treatments and the girls wouldn’t have family to look after them. I simply can’t do it anymore.”
It killed her to say that. Her aunt Miranda didn’t have any kids and she had always been in their life as a second mom. She could take care of them better than Layla ever dreamed. She switched her phone to her other ear.
“Miranda, thank you for taking them in. Maybe you should have taken them in the first place after Mom died. At least it would be easier now on them.”
“Nothing about their life is easy, Layla. They lost their mom and now they’ve lost their sister. They’re worried they’re going to lose Chrissy too.”
As if the guilt didn’t already eat at her. “They didn’t lose me. I can’t afford to take care of them.”
“Julie at the salon said one of those motorcycle guys stopped by your apartment. Did you call your father to help you?”
“No.” She was not getting into that with her aunt. Torque was not a good subject to talk about in her family. “My break is almost over. I need to go. I’ll call you later.”
She hung up from her and ran a hand through her hair. Right now, there was no way she could take in her sisters again. She didn’t have a place to live. Her jobs barely supported all of them. She simply couldn’t do it.
After working nearly five hours after her lunch break, Layla’s shift finally ended. She’d made fifty bucks in tips which would normally go toward Chrissy’s treatments. She had radiation coming up and the price was not cheap. She blew out a breath and walked out to the parking lot where Silver sat on his motorcycle, waiting for her.
A do-rag covered his head while leather covered the rest of his body. She walked toward him, glad that she could go home.
“I almost didn’t recognize you without the beard and the long hair.”
He smiled. “I’m glad you figured it out.”
She climbed on behind him and gripped his leather cut. He started the beast and revved it a bit before pulling out toward the exit. She’d never been a huge motorcycle-loving girl, but something about being on the back of Silver’s bike with the wind blowing in her hair changed her mind.
It didn’t take long to get to the clubhouse and there was a party in full swing when they arrived. He parked his bike in his spot and got off. He held out his hand for her and she took it, letting him help her off the bike. They walked in together and several women greeted him with smiles. Layla waited while he hugged them and let them feel him up, squeezing his ass like they had every right to. One reached for his crotch and whispered something in his ear.
He laughed and tapped her nose before withdrawing from her. “Come on.”
Layla followed him to the apartment and sat her stuff next to the door. Her mood went from bad to sour and she didn’t really have any right. She wasn’t anything to him but a fuck buddy.
She sat on the bed to take off her shoes while he shrugged out of his cut. “Have you talked to my dad?”
“Yep.”
“What did he say?”
Silver glanced over at her. “What did he say about us?”
“Yeah. That’s what I’m asking.”
He fisted his shirt and pulled it over his head. “He didn’t like it.”
She rolled her eyes. He didn’t seem too interested in talking so she went to the bathroom to take a much-needed shower after sweating all day. Standing under tepid water, she let it fall over her body.
Silver was a mysterious man. He didn’t talk much and she wasn’t sure why. He was plenty interesting. Layla washed the sweat from her body and then lathered her hair. Thinking about their deal, she should have worked in a talking clause. Just getting him to kiss her was work and she saw his reluctance.
When she’d finished showering, she turned the water off and stepped out, stopping when she saw him filling the doorway. She swallowed, taking in his face. Eyebrows were furrowed. He stared at her like he’d caught her doing something she shouldn’t have been doing. She didn’t know how long he’d been standing there, but she assumed long enough.
“What?” She reached for the towel and patted her face dry.
“What the hell makes you think you can just walk away from me when I’m talking to you?”
She frowned. “When were you talking? You’ve barely said a full sentence to me since you picked me up tonight. Hell, you’ve barely said a full sentence to me since this whole fucking thing started between us.”
She was in a pissy mood and none of it really had anything to do with him. She couldn’t ask him to be her boyfriend and cuddle with her when she’d had a bad day. Last night she allowed sex to take her mind off her life, but everything going on still hung in the balance afterward. She still felt like a shitty person for not being able to take care of her family.
Nothing would really take that away.
“Just leave me alone.” She tucked the towel around her breasts and took a step toward him. He held out his arm blocking her.
“What’s with the attitude?”
“Fuck you.”
He grabbed her and pushed her arms behind her back as he pressed her up against the wall, effectively disabling her from moving. Layla swallowed hard, staring into his eyes.
“Let me go.” Layla jerked her arm and he pressed her harder. Pain took over her shoulder and wrist, the two pressure points of his hold.
“I asked you a question and I expect an answer.”
“Fuck off. That’s my answer.”
He grunted and lifted her over his shoulder with one hand around her thighs and the other keeping her wrists locked in place. He sat down on the bed and draped her body over his lap. She fought him, jerking like a fish out of water. He tugged her towel off and smacked her ass with his hand. Hard.
He didn’t give her time for protesting. His hand came down on her ass hard enough to make her clench her cheeks. She gasped with the force of it, each slap nearly taking her breath. When her ass was warm and sensitive, he tugged her up to look at her.
“I want an answer or we’re going to do this all night.”
“Just leave me alone.” She tried to pull away from his grip, but he didn’t let her go. He pulled her to him so that she lay across his lap again and he started another round of spanking her ass. She kicked. She tugged. She tried to push away from him, but he had her completely under control no matter how hard she fought.
When he was through, she was nearly out of breath. He pulled her back up and waited. She didn’t say anything immediately, and he pulled her in for another round.
“Wait!” She tugged against his hold and he stopped. “Which question do you want an answer to? Why I walked away from you or why I’m in a pissy mood?”
“Answer them both.”
“You weren’t talking to me. I didn’t feel like there was anything left to be said so I went and took a shower to wash all the sweat from my skin.”
“And your foul mood?”
She swallowed. “I got a call today from my aunt. My siste
rs want to come live with me again. I can’t afford them so the guilt trip put me in a foul mood.” She swallowed. “The dumb bitches grabbing your ass and cock didn’t help anything either.”
He stared at her for what felt like an eternity. “Go put some clothes on. We’re leaving.”
He let her go and she rubbed her wrists. Layla pulled out a clean pair of panties and a mismatched bra before finding an oversize sweatshirt and jeans. She didn’t know what she looked like, but her hair was wet and clumpy. She needed a brush to run through it, but with the look on Silver’s impatient face, she didn’t have the time for that.
“Where are we going?”
He opened the door and waited for her to step out first. “The movies.”
Chapter Eight
Silver never went to the theater. He never entertained the idea of taking a woman there or spending time with her enjoying one of the latest movie releases. But he found himself paying for two tickets to see some damn romantic comedy that Layla picked out. They went inside and he decided to get popcorn and drinks. She looked nervous standing beside him. He’d taken off his cut and simply wore a white shirt and jeans, but she looked like she didn’t feel comfortable with him.
He reached for her hand and pulled it up to his lips to kiss the soft skin there. The small gesture seemed to ease some of her tension, but he couldn’t help but wonder what her demeanor was about. He got the popcorn and drinks and they headed into the theater.
“Do I want to know why you decided to take me to the movies?” She took the popcorn from him and tossed a few in her mouth.
“I don’t fucking know.” He sipped his drink. “What’s this about?”
She smiled and leaned in to lay her head on his shoulder. “It has graphic sex in it. I thought you’d like it.”
He chuckled and wrapped his arm around her. They watched the movie together and he had to admit it wasn’t horrible. Layla laughed throughout and he was happy to see her smile return. When it was over, he led her out of the theater and back to his bike.
“Thanks for that.” Layla climbed on the bike before he got on. “I had fun.”
He didn’t say anything as he swung his leg over the seat and started the bike up. Her arms came around his waist as she pressed her cheek to his shoulder. It didn’t take too long to get back to the clubhouse and he parked the bike and killed the engine. Layla let him go long enough to climb off the bike. Once he was standing to the side, she wrapped her arms around him again.
“Layla, what’s wrong?” He extracted her arms from his waist and forced her to look at him. Damn, she was the only woman he knew that could look like a Victoria Secret model in a lumpy, oversize sweatshirt and plain jeans.
“I don’t know.” She ran her fingers through her hair. “I just want to be with you. It’s been a shitty day. We had fun at the movies. I don’t want that to end.”
He leaned in to kiss her. After pocketing his keys, he pulled her against him. She felt so good pressed up against his body. He withdrew from her and rubbed his finger along her jaw.
“Come on.”
The partying was nothing out of the ordinary. Silver led her inside the clubhouse which had turned into one big fucking orgy. Dooby was giving it to some girl in the ass while Joker had Lauren on her knees sucking his cock. Tank was fucking two women at the same time, thrusting in one a few times then switching to another. It was definitely a sight to see if someone was a complete virgin to the experience.
He grabbed Layla’s hand and led her through the mess of grunting and moaning bodies. He pressed his big boot to Rascal’s pasty white ass as he fucked some girl on the floor. Rascal turned, ready to tell him to fuck off, but smiled instead when he saw it was Silver. Mac snorted something off some girl’s humongous tits. Too much testosterone in one building led to fighting or fucking. All things considered, fucking was better.
“Aren’t you missing out?” Layla asked glancing back at the scene.
“Do you want to join the party tonight?”
“No. I meant you.”
He snorted. “My party is with you tonight, babe.”
He took her to his room and backed her up against the wall. Her tongue met his in a duel. She loved his taste, loved the way he made her feel like the only woman in the world. He pressed his hard cock against her as he squeezed her breasts. Layla reached up and cupped his cheeks, nibbling on his lower lip as they kissed. God, she could kiss him for days. Her fingers slid into his hair while he tweaked her nipples. It didn’t take much on his part to have her damn near ready to beg him to fuck her.
Sliding his hands along the backs of her thighs, he lifted her. Without preamble, he dumped her on the bed. She lay back, giggling as he started on his clothes. He looked like a man on a mission and she didn’t mind being the object of his affection. She slipped her shirt from her body and kicked her shorts and panties aside. He came to her naked, and grabbed her ankles, turning her so that she lay on her stomach.
His body pressed against hers as he pushed his cock inside her. His legs framed her thighs as he surged into her, forcing her tight channel apart as he started a brutal rhythm that made the tightness of the position damn near perfection. He pinned her to the mattress beneath them as he fucked her. He worked for every thrust, using his body to hold her immobile. Layla gasped as he pushed harder, deeper into her. Being pinned by his body, completely trapped by him, awakened new sensations inside her. He scraped his teeth along her shoulder. It was enough to push her over, her pussy squeezing him deep inside her.
Hot, wild fucking. He knew exactly what she needed after the terrible day she’d had. He came hard and collapsed on top of her. His hot breath fanned against her ear and she smiled.
“Who needs a party when we can just fuck each other senseless?” Layla glanced over her shoulder at him.
He rolled off her body, laying on his back. “I need a cigarette.”
She smiled and smoothed her hand along his stomach. “Thank you for tonight. I really needed it.”
He brushed her hair from her cheek. “Anytime.”
****
After a shitty week all around, Silver watched as Layla did her laundry in the club’s laundry room. There was something about her and their situation that made it difficult to call it quits. Part of it was greed. He still wanted her. There was no denying that. On many levels, he wanted to tell Torque to fuck off but he knew better. Torque had the ability to make grown men beg for mercy with just one look. Silver had been privy to that look when he’d gone to visit him in prison.
“Hey.” Silver stood in the doorway.
“Hey.” She smiled at him as she reached in the washer for her wet clothes.
He wasn’t a conversationalist. It pissed him off that he had to end it with her, but he had to do what had to be done. He tried to figure out something to say.
“Does Mr. Vice President need his cock sucked?” Before Silver could realize what was going on, a woman came up behind him and cupped his crotch. He turned and found Ashley, his regular. She gave him a wicked gleam before she dropped to her knees before him.
“Not now, Ash.”
She worked on his zipper. “Oh, come on. Since when have you ever turned down a blowjob?”
He teetered with the idea. Not because he wanted it, but because Layla wouldn’t want him. He massaged his forehead as she unzipped him. Ashley rubbed her face against the bulge, smiling at him before reaching in to grip his cock.
“No.” He grabbed her wrist and pushed her away. He couldn’t do it. He knew Layla was there and he couldn’t hurt her. Not like this. He swallowed hard and zipped his pants up.
When he turned, she stared at him, watching everything. If he was going to end it with Layla, it was probably stupid to piss Ashley off, but he really didn’t care either way. He had no intention of breaking it off today.
“It’s hard being the vice president of the Charming Bastards, huh?” Layla folded her arms over her chest.
He licked his lips. “Yeah
.”
She swallowed. “Don’t let me keep you if it is really what you want. You’ve got quite a nice sized bulge behind that denim.”
“Ashley’s not who I fucking want.” He said it with a little more intensity than he probably should have. Silver blew out a breath. His mind was a muddled mess. If he did what Torque wanted like he probably should, then he needed to go with Ashley. But he couldn’t. His cock didn’t want her lips around it. It wanted Layla’s. God, he couldn’t stop thinking about her no matter how much he tried.
“Fuck it.” He stalked toward her and grabbed her arm, pulling her against him. Her softness made him weak. Made him unable to give her up like the fucking bastard he was. He cupped the back of her head and crashed his lips against hers. There was going to be hell to pay regardless of what he chose to do.
He took her to the apartment and grabbed the box of goodies he kept for fun times. He needed something hardcore and she didn’t protest. He grabbed what he wanted and led her to the playroom.
“Strip.”
Layla immediately began taking her clothes off. He watched as she slowly revealed her body to him. Everything about her made him hard. She kicked her jeans and panties to the side and knelt in front of him, the way he’d told her. Damn, when she submitted to him, he felt on top of the world.
He took the ball gag and put it on her. Her eyes grew wide with curiosity. He secured a blindfold next. Lifting her up, he walked her to the suspension rope and bound her hands behind her back. He linked her wrists to the rope hanging from the ceiling and raised it just enough that she stood on her toes. He used a spreader bar on her ankles which kept her in the prime position for fucking.
But he wanted to play first.
He went to the wall of gadgets and selected a leather flogger. Silver moved back to her and slipped his hand between her legs. Cream coated his fingers. The very idea of her being restrained and available for his pleasure turned her on. He smoothed the flogger along the backs of her thighs, letting the leather strands tickle her skin. In her position, she couldn’t move. She couldn’t protest. Switching the flogger to the other end, he rubbed the handle down her inner thighs. He brushed it over her pussy, sliding it along her slit so that the handle rubbed against her clit. She whimpered.
