My Vice: Fallen Angels MC (Fallen Angels MC Series Book 1)

by Breanna Mansfield

  I turn my face to his and as our eyes lock, his lips crash to mine once again. I kiss him with all the need I have inside of me. I put every emotion I have right now into this kiss. Want. Need. Excitement. Nervousness. Fear of the unknown.

  His hand slips into the waistband of my pants and his fingers skim over my clit making my hips buckle against the overwhelming sensation. They travel farther to my opening and two fingers slip inside. I cry out at the simple connection, feeling the overwhelming need to move my hips.

  “So wet, sweetheart. You’re ready for me already,” he whispers in my ear before slipping my earlobe between his teeth and nibbling on it making my hips circle into his.

  He pulls his fingers out and spreads my wetness onto my clit in a circle making me bite my lower lip. He presses two fingers back inside of me again, this time continuing to rub my clit with his thumb. As his fingers thrust in and out, my legs start to shake and I feel my core tighten.

  “I… I can’t hold on much longer,” I whimper.

  “Let go for me, sweetheart,” he rumbles.

  He doesn’t let up and his fingers keep thrusting, deeper and deeper. When his teeth clamp down on my shoulder, I throw my head back and scream his name as my orgasm overcomes me, the feeling of finally belonging settling deep into my chest. Tears start to prickle my eyes as I try my hardest to blink them back.

  His mouth claims mine in a demanding kiss, muffling the rest of my moans. He continues to rub my clit, drawing the aftershocks out. His other hand slides my pants and lace underwear down my thighs.

  He breaks the kiss to remove my shirt off of my shoulders, setting my arms free. Once I’m free, I turn and lay on my back watching him under heavy lids. He’s standing there, watching me with so much desire and want in his eyes. As he pulls my pants off my legs the rest of the way, I sit up. I reach for the bottom of his shirt and push it up. Once I get it over his head, I reach for his belt buckle. After I get it open, along with the button on his pants, I tug his boxers and jeans down at the same time.

  His cock springs free and I grip it around the base, not able to close my fist completely. He hisses between his teeth as I start to pump my hand up and down. When I see how much this turns him on, I lick my lips. I watch his eyes darken at the sight of my tongue, and a thrill shoots through me. I never really gave head before because the guys I grew up with were whores and I wasn’t putting my mouth anywhere near that. But watching him want it, made me crave to do it.

  I lowered my mouth to the head of his dick and licked up the drop of precome beaded at the tip.

  “Mmmm,” I hum right before I open up and swallow him down to the hilt.

  “Jesus Christ, Schuyler.” I hear him choke out.

  That makes me smile and my inner hussy jumps around in glee. I tighten my lips as I pump up and down, humming every once and again. I flick my eyes up and see his head tossed back in pure ecstasy.

  I start to pump him with my fist to move with my mouth and before I know it, he is ripping me up by my arms. He picks me up and my legs go around his waist.

  “As much as I love that sweet mouth of yours on my cock, I really want to be inside of you. But the first time ain’t gonna be out on a chaise in the open. It’s gonna be in my fucking bed,” he grumbles, making me smile, as he walks into his house.

  I kiss his throat as he walks, running my hands across his back. I stick my nose in his neck, breathing deep. I want to imprint his scent into my brain. Nothing I’ve ever smelled in my life smells as good as he does.

  He walks through the door to his bedroom and I don’t even bother to look around. I don’t care what it looks like. The only thing I notice is the navy blue comforter he lays me on.

  “You’re so beautiful,” he says as his eyes travel over my body, warming each part of skin they touch.

  His rib cage on both sides are tattooed with a scripture type font in some language I can’t exactly read right now.

  He reaches over to his nightstand and grabs a condom. He rips open the package and before he pulls it out, my hand is stopping his.

  “Let me, please,” I moan.

  He nods as his eyes watched my every move. Making me feel powerful.

  I roll the condom on his hard cock, and swallow at the thought of how it will fit inside of me.

  “Relax, sweetheart,” he whispers.

  His lips start at my throat and move down to my breasts. His tongue comes out and runs over my nipple. I arch my back off the bed and bring my hands to his hair. He rolls his tongue over my other nipple and pulls at it with his teeth. I cry out from the pain mixed with pleasure as my core throbs with need.

  His lips slide over my skin like silk, traveling down. Once he gets to my hips, his teeth come out once again with a bite. The sensation sends goosebumps all over my body. His hands grip my thighs as he pushes them apart. His nose runs along my crease, and he rumbles.

  “You smell so fucking sweet,” he growls before his mouth attacks my core in the most perfect way. His tongue licks right up my middle and my thighs clamp around his head. The five o’clock shadow on his face is coarse against my smooth skin making the sensations of his actions all the brighter. I throw my head back as he inserts two fingers and his mouth sucks my clit.

  My legs clamp against his head even tighter, possibly giving him a neck cramp, but he’s not tapping out so I don’t loosen them. Instead, I ride the waves he’s providing.

  As soon as he rolls his tongue across my clit while still sucking, my insides explode. I grind my hips into his face and I scream out his name.

  Before my aftershocks even start, he stands up, pulls my hips to the edge of the bed and pushes into me, making me come all over again.

  His face is twisted in the sexiest way. His eyes locked on mine as I moan.

  “Yes. Please. Harder, Vice,” I moan out.

  His hips move faster as he picks my legs up and wraps them around his waist.

  Our bodies, lined with a sheen of sweat, move back and forth together as one. I can feel every movement we make down to my bones. My skin is electrified and the slightest touch from him is making me want more. I bite my lip as I watch him pump in and out of me. Over and over and over.

  “Vice, more. I need more,” I pant, wanting to be as close to him as possible. Craving the connection to him like this. The bond we’ve created over the last five months, burning a fire so hot, it’s like forging something as strong as steel under its flames.

  He grabs me by the ankle and tosses it to my opposite side, turning me onto my belly. His hands come to my hips and he pulls me up to my knees, my back to his front just like outside. I gasp at the quick position change.

  I feel the bed dip as he climbs on behind me. His arm comes around to circle my waist, his other hand between my thighs, fingers circling my clit.

  “More, huh?” he rasps. I just kneel there, waiting. “My girl like it rough?” he goes on.

  I only whimper.

  “Tell me, sweetheart, how hard do you like it?” he whispers in my ear, running his tongue up the backside of my ear.

  “Please,” I whimper again.

  “Not until you tell me, sweet girl. How naughty are you?” he stops, touching my clit, waiting on me to answer. “Hmm?” he continues. He shoves his middle finger in my mouth, making me taste myself on him.

  I moan as I grind my hips into his hard cock resting on my ass. He pulls his finger out of my mouth and runs it down my stomach, across my clit, and thrusts it inside of me, making me gasp again.

  “How hard, sweetheart?” he asks again, while removing his finger.

  “Hard!” I scream out at the loss of his touch once more.

  “That’s my girl,” he says as he leans me forward. He grips his dick, taking a stroke of it, and then slams it inside of me.

  I cry out at the rough connection. Craving his next thrust before he finishes his current one. He pulls me back up onto my knees, and his hand comes around to my throat. His grip is firm, making me nearly growl with ho
w turned on I am.

  His other hand comes to my clit and circles it, while his hips are slamming into me, over and over.

  “Vice. Don’t stop. Please don’t freaking stop,” I beg.

  “Let it go for me, sweetheart,” he demands as his teeth connect with my neck.

  He thrusts again and my insides are as hot as lava. His hand leaves my clit and he pinches my nipple. The grip around my throat tightens, and the volcano inside of me erupts.

  “Vice! Vice. Vice,” I moan over and over again.

  At the sound of his name on my lips, his hips slam into me once more before I feel the pulses of his cock empty inside of me.

  I lie back against him and soak up the afterglow.

  He pulls out of me and as he disposes of the condom, I’m almost overtaken with sadness at the loss of connection.

  He wraps his arms around my torso, and it’s hard to keep my eyelids open. As he pulls the comforter over us, he kisses my temple and my heart tethers a little bit more.

  “What time do you have to work today?” he asks right before I fall asleep.

  “Not today,” I murmur.

  “Okay then. Sleep, sweetheart.”

  “I like you,” I reply, and with that, I fall asleep.

  Chapter 8

  I snuck out of bed and stood there watching her. Something about the way she lay there, all curled up, looking small in my big ass bed has me wanting to never let her out of my sight again. However, I have to go and talk with Chris about this before someone else tells him.

  I get my phone out and shoot a couple texts while I quietly get dressed. I make sure to leave a note on my pillow so she doesn’t worry, but this is something that can’t wait. If you want trust in this MC, you have to be honest with everything. All the time.

  I walk out into the living room and slip my boots on and open the door to watch for T. I hear him cut his engine down the street before he pulls up in front of my house. I lock the door to the house before I walk down to meet him.

  “Hey, brother. Thank you for doing this on such short notice,” I tell him.

  “It’s alright, man. I got it. After all, I am into security,” he laughs.

  “That you are, bud. Alright, I shouldn’t be gone long. Remember, she isn’t a prisoner in my home. If she wants to leave, let her. Just make sure there isn’t any danger following her.”

  “Damn, already having someone watch her. Must be important.” His eyes are assessing, not judging.

  “Got that right. Remember how your brother was a few months back?” I ask with a tilt to my brow.

  “That bad, huh?” he chuckles.

  “Yeah, brother. That bad,” I say as I look back to the house. “Protect her with your life, man.”

  “You know I got this. Go. Deal with your shit so you can get back to her.” He nods to my bike.

  I nod back and mount my girl. I will never get tired of this feeling. The excitement, the way my whole body just revels in the feeling of being on my motorcycle. All of the pent-up energy settles as my body focuses on the ride and road.

  I start up my beauty and take off down the street heading back to our clubhouse. I shot a text to Chris letting him know I’ll be in and to block off a slot for me.

  As I pull into the clubhouse, I see the same bike that was there yesterday. My blood starts to pump with the need to know what he’s doing here.

  I park and jump off wasting no time going into the clubhouse.

  As I walk in the member doors, I see his back walking out the guest doors. As much as I want to go after him, I can’t because I need to see what he’s doing here and to see if he told Chris anything.

  “Stanton.” I hear Chris call my name. I look over to him standing in the door of his office.

  “Coming, Prez,” I tell him and turn walking to his office.

  He shuts the door behind me and walks to his chair behind the desk.

  “So, what’s up?” he asks, giving me his attention.

  “Who was the guy that just left?” I ask, trying to control my anger. Anger knowing the man had put his hands on Schuyler.

  “Some guy looking for you.” He sits back and props his feet up on his desk while lighting up a cigarette.

  I blow out a breath, unsure where to start. Do I start with Nathan? Or do I start with the fucking Strykers?

  “I don’t know where to start with this. It’s a pretty fucked up situation I’m dealing with. Well, we’re dealing with.”

  “We’re?” he asks, blowing out smoke.

  “I met this girl,” I start and he chuckles.

  “It always starts with a girl, doesn’t it?” he replies.

  “That it does,” I chuckle back. “I met her a few months back. I started to eat at this little diner after my shifts to wind down. And she is the waitress on shift most days I stop in. At first I thought she was a just a poor girl who was trying to make a living. Innocent, black and white kinda living. No grey areas like us. So, yesterday I had a shit fucking day. My mom calls me begging for help with an issue she has. Of fucking course, right?” I huff a humorless laugh. “I don’t exactly tell her what’s going on, but tell her the short version. And for the first time in the five months I’ve been going there, I couldn’t just leave and go home like I do every other time.”

  “Where you going with this?” he asks, not rushing me but genuinely interested.

  “So, I ask her if she wants to go on a ride with me when she gets off work, but I had to go to my mom’s first. When I get there, she dumps one of her fucking ashtrays on me. Then when I go pick up Schuyler, we gotta come here first. I needed to change my fucking shirt. We pull up and come inside and when we are leaving, I feel her tense behind me. I don’t think nothing of it really, you know, maybe she’s never ridden before and is a little nervous.”

  “Right,” he says, while putting his cigarette out.

  “When we get back to my place, she’s white as a fucking ghost. So fucking scared, I had to nearly pick her ass up off the back of my bike.” I run my hand down my face knowing we are getting to the point of this.

  “She don’t like motorcycle rides?” he asks, wanting more information.

  “The guy that was just here. He was here yesterday too. When we left, he made eye contact with Schuyler.” My knee is bouncing as I try and keep calm.

  “The way you’re bouncing that knee and trying to control your anger is confusing me here, Stanton. All because he made eye contact with the piece of ass you’re fucking with right now?” Before he even finishes his sentence, I’m up and out of my chair halfway across his desk.

  “Don’t ever fucking call her that again. She is much more than that. The only reason I haven’t punched you is because one, you’re my president. And two, because you’re a fucking friend. But consider this your only warning, Chris,” I grit out through clenched teeth.

  He leans back and raises his arms in surrender. “Point made, Stanton. Now chill the fuck out. Okay, it’s serious. However, I’m still fucking clueless. Sit the fuck back and keep talking.” His deep voice rolls off my skin.

  After I sit back down, I blow out another breath.

  “Okay. So, he made eye contact with her. She knows him.” I get up and pull out a USB drive from my pocket and place it on his desk.

  “What’s this?” Chris asks as he picks up the drive.

  “Her case file. The guy that keeps coming here is the guy her father wants her to marry. She has her own reasons for saying no, and I won’t tell you them. I’ll leave it up to her. But once you find out who her father is, I’m pretty sure you’ll figure it out. I’m only showing you this file because I want you to know she has nothing to do with him anymore. I’m asking you as your second to believe me, us, on this. I’m also asking as your friend to trust me on this as well. We both know trust is hard to come by unless you earn it. If she is lying, I’ll take the fall for it.”

  “Fuck, Stanton.” He rolls his eyes to the ceiling. “Do I even want to ask who the fuck her father
is?” He looks back at me.

  “No, Prez, you don’t. But you need to. Because since that guy is coming around here, I know it’s going to get back to him and trouble will follow,” I say honestly.

  “Who is she?” he asks after a second.

  “Schuyler Gulier,” I reply.

  “Okay,” he drawls out.

  “Her father’s name is Dalton… Stryker.” I add quickly.

  Chris flies out of his chair and spins to me. “Are you fucking kidding me?” he asks as he’s holding his hands out. “Not only do you go find an ol’ lady who is going to stir up a bit of trouble, but you go find one who is the daughter of the motherfucking president of the Strykers. That guy who came in here yesterday, that’s not his second. His VP is Derrek.” His face is so blank right now, trying to figure out what is happening. He’s lost it, I’m sure.

  “Derrek was their VP until a year ago, when he was shot in the back of the head in a drive-by. Nate took over and apparently we missed the memo.” I blow out a breath of frustration.

  I look up when I hear him start to laugh. Not just a chuckle, but full stomach-doubled-over laughing so much it hurts.

  “Uhh… Prez?” I ask with a lift to my brow.

  He holds his hand and waves it all around.

  “Oh God!” he breathes as he walks over to his desk. He grabs the USB drive and inserts it into his computer while still laughing a little and wiping his eyes. He turns his attention to the computer screen and the smile on his face falls once the documents load. “Holy fuck,” he breathes.

  “Yeah,” I say soberly. “This is the hit her father ordered on her’ his own fucking daughter,” I growl out.

  My phone vibrates in my pocket and when I pull it out, an instant smile stretches my face when I see it’s from Schuyler.

  Schuy: Hey Vice, I drove your truck to the clubhouse. I just wanted to hang out until you were done. One of the Angel members was outside of the house and gave me directions on how to get here. I’m in the lobby. Xx.

  Me: Okay baby, I’ll text T to come get you so you don’t have to sit out there. T was the guy who you saw outside. I’ll be done with this meeting in a of couple minutes. Xxx