Soulless Bastards MC No Cal Boxset

by Erin Trejo

  “I didn’t think you’d call,” he says breathlessly. I can feel how hard he is through his jeans. He stretches out on top of me, kissing and grinding against me.

  “I just need this.” I moan as his lips run over my neck. My body writhes beneath him. I want him, don’t I?

  Oh, get over yourself, Taylor. You don’t really want him. Do you really want to lose your virginity to this guy? No, you want the brooding one out in the living room. The one that awoke something deep inside that I can’t control. Mayhem is the one I want, the one that control this fire that’s burning inside of me.

  “I can give you what you need,” Freddy says, pulling his shirt off quickly. His abs are perfect. The tight muscles begging to be touched, just not by me. Reality is a slap to the face.

  “Can we slow down?” I ask nervously. He looks down at me and nods.

  “Let me please you, Taylor,” he whispers. He moves down my body, pulling my shorts off quickly. My panties go next, and all the emotions I have inside of me are screaming to stop this. I’m torn between letting myself go and feeling something and stopping it all together.

  “God, Taylor,” Freddy groans. He dips his head between my legs, and as soon as his tongue touches me, I feel sick. This is wrong. This is so wrong. I don’t want him. I don’t want his mouth on me. So why can’t I force myself to say no? I push at his head when I hear Mayhem.

  “If she ain’t screamin’, you ain’t doin’ it right!”

  I can hear him chuckle through the door before he walks away. Freddy’s head pops up, his eyes finding mine.

  “I’m not doing it right, huh?”

  I can see the anger in his eyes. The words that Mayhem just said pissed him off, although I don’t know why. Freddy’s whole demeanor has changed. It’s like he was challenged in some sort of unspoken man code.

  “I didn’t say that.” His features change. His hands grip me a little harder, causing a slight pain.

  “I’ll show you how to scream,” he says, gritting his teeth.

  My body trembles. He’s scaring me. The nice guy that I met at the diner is gone. I don’t know who the hell this guy is. This was definitely a bad decision.

  “I think we should just stop. You should go,” I tell him. His eyes flicker with danger.

  “Fuck that. You’ve teased me all night.” He reaches one hand down and grabs my pussy in his hand. It hurts. Pain rockets through me.

  “Stop!” I scream once, my eyes clenched tightly closed. His mouth comes to mine, silencing me. The door makes a hideous cracking sound before Freddy’s lips leave mine. He is holding my arms tightly at my sides when I open my eyes and look over to see Mayhem standing there with his hands clenched at his sides. His nostrils flare. He’s pissed. Minnie’s running around and barking at his feet.

  “She said stop, motherfucker.”

  Before I can register what’s happening, Freddy is being yanked off me. Mayhem slams a fist into his stomach, knocking the air from his lungs. I yelp when I see the pain in Freddy’s face.

  “You picked the wrong one!” Mayhem roars.

  Chapter 11

  Mayhem

  Yeah, I beat his ass and threw him to the fucking curb. Little prick. I walk back into the room and find Tay sitting there crying. Tears still wet her skin.

  “He’s gone,” I say with certainty.

  “I’m sorry,” she says softly. “I’m so sorry!”

  I walk over and sit on the edge of the bed. When I reach for her, she leaps into my arms. I hold her crying, shaking body against mine, and I’m lost. I’m lost in my memories of what I had. Lost in the pain but also in the way Tay makes me feel when I’m with her. She eases it all. What the hell is happening to me? I’ve not felt like this since Becca. It’s a scary feeling, but I love it.

  “He’s gone, love. He isn’t comin’ back.” I run my hand up and down her back trying to soothe her. Or is it to soothe me? I don’t fucking know anymore.

  “I just wanted to feel wanted,” she cries into my shirt. Fuck!

  I pull her face away from my chest and look her in the eyes. “You are wanted, love. Why would you think you weren’t?” Being confused is something I’m used to. I can’t understand her not being wanted. I may not know her well, but I know she shouldn’t ever feel that.

  “You haven’t even looked at me! I’ve tried! I’ve tried to make you notice me. No one notices me!” She cries harder.

  Shit, this is about me? Or is there more I don’t know? I’m such a fucking fool. I shake my head. This isn’t good. I can’t be anything for her – I’ve got nothing to offer.

  “Tay, I see you. I promise, I see you. I’m just not good for you,” I tell her. She doesn’t care. I can see it in her eyes. I lay her on the bed and do the only thing I can think of. The thing I’m good at. The only thing I can give her. I don’t give a shit if she’s my job; right now all I can think of is making her feel better the only way I know how.

  “What are you doing?” she asks.

  “I’m gonna make you feel wanted.” She doesn’t move so I keep going. I climb between her legs, running my fingers through her wetness. Her body arches off the bed but her sobs stop. I’m almost thankful as fuck that that asshole took off her bottoms and she didn’t cover herself up.

  “Mayhem, I’m…” She continues talking but I’m lost in her pussy. In her scent. In the woman, herself. I don’t hear a word as I run my tongue over her clit. Her hands move quickly, gripping my hair. See, that’s how you do it!

  “Mayhem,” she says softly as I stroke her with my tongue. She tastes like the finest fucking chocolate.

  “Shh. Just let it go, baby. I promise you’ll feel good,” I tell her. She doesn’t say anything else. I go back to work.

  I slip my tongue inside of her, and she whimpers. She fucking whimpers. My heart soars at the sound.

  I lick and suck at her until she tries to sit up. I press my hand firmly against her stomach, holding her where I want her. I slide a finger inside of her and groan. She’s so fucking tight. I work my finger in and out of her while my mouth claims her in ways no other man will be able to. I know what the fuck I’m doing.

  I can feel her tense up. Her body wants to come. I can feel it. I work her up a little higher until I let her have what she wants. She tightens around me. One more suck, and she’s gone. She’s cumming all over my finger and tongue, her back arching off the bed. I lap at her taking all that she has to give. I want it all. As bad as that is, I want it.

  “Mayhem,” she says my name softly as she lies there worn out from her orgasm. I slowly pull my finger free and climb up next to her while I suck her taste off them.

  “I’ve never felt anything like that,” she says looking at me. Her eyes are wide but she looks fully satisfied to me. Yep, job well done.

  “I know.” Cocky much? Fuck yeah, I am.

  “I’m a…I’ve never.” The words seem to lodge in her throat the more she talks. I cock my head to the side when I see her cheeks flush.

  “You’re a virgin?” I ask her. I can see it all over her face. That’s why she was so embarrassed. Tay nods her head slowly, the embarrassment wafting off her. I don’t know why she’s embarrassed about that.

  “I kinda figured. It’s ok. I wasn’t plannin’ to fuck you, Tay.” The words leave my mouth as her little eyes widen further. The tears well up again, and I’m back to being confused.

  “What? Is that what you thought?” I ask her a little concerned now. She shakes her head, pulling the blanket over her body. She scoots away from me, but I can see it written all over her face. She wanted me. Me of all fucking people.

  I sit up and grab her face roughly. “I’m fucked up, Tay. I’m not the one to give it to. That’s somethin’ you can’t get back. Don’t waste it on a loser like me.” I press a kiss to her lips before climbing off her bed. I need to get the fuck out of here. I head for the front door and pull out a cigarette and my phone.

  “Hey, Mayhem,” Gloria answers on the first ring.
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br />   “I need you. I’ll text the address. I’ll be outside.” I click the end button and send her the address. I need my dick sucked. I need to be balls deep inside of a pussy. No, not just any pussy. Tay. I want my dick so deep in her that she will never be able to forget me.

  “Sick fuck.” I grumble to myself. I shouldn’t want her. I shouldn’t want to fuck her. She’s my fucking job! I shouldn’t even want her after Becca. I shouldn’t want anyone after what we had. While I wait for her to get her ass over here, I decide to take Minnie the yipper outside to use the bathroom. Don’t ask me why either, because I have no fucking clue. It’s an excuse to get outside; my head and my dick need a break right now. I walk her outside and down into the grassy area to let her do her thing. The dumb dog prances around like a goddamn princess.

  “Just do it already. Fuck!” I grumble. A guy walking down the street stops to look at me. His eyes move up and down my tatted-up arms before resting on Minnie.

  “You aren’t afraid to lose your man card holding that little pink leash?” he asks with a smirk. I know exactly what I want to do with that pink little leash - fucking choke him to death with it.

  “What the fuck you care? I don’t swing your way, pretty boy. Get the fuck outta here!” I roar. He startles and quickly walks away. Fucking prick.

  It’s a goddamn dog; it’s not like I’m wearing a tutu for fuck’s sake.

  Chapter 12

  Taylor

  “Are you sure we should be here? Mayhem said I was having a different guy tonight. I don’t think I should be out,” I whine as Beth drags me toward the club. This is a bad idea, I know it is.

  “It’s fine. He isn’t your dad. Besides, it’s Thursday. You’ve been blowing me off for weeks now.” She huffs.

  I know we made plans to come out to Leggs a few weeks back, but we never made it. Now I don’t know that it’s a good idea and I just happened to neglect to tell her that this is going to be my new place of employment.

  “How did you get rid of those guys anyway?” I ask. She threw off the security guys so that they didn’t follow us here. I don’t know how she did it. She looks over and doesn’t give me anything but a grin. The music is blasting, and women are screaming. There are guys dancing around, and HOLY SHIT I just saw a dick!

  “Beth, this is a bad idea,” I complain. I don’t know what I feel at the moment. Embarrassed? Turned on? Excited? Beth drags me through the crowd toward the front despite my complaints. I see Brooke off to the side. She smiles and waves, wiggling her eyebrows.

  This is embarrassing as hell.

  “Sit and drink,” Beth commands. I sit at the small table and watch. The crowd grows silent as the lights dim. I watch the stage, and I almost lose my mind when I see him. The man comes out, rolling his hips. The way he sensually moves his body makes mine come alive. I watch the way he commands the stage. When he pulls his shorts off and kicks them to the side, I almost lose it. The guy is hung! I drag my eyes up to his face, and my heart stops. His eyes lock with mine. My mouth hangs open.

  “Mayhem.” His name leaves my mouth before I can rethink it. I leap out of the chair and rush toward the bathroom overcome with embarrassment. I hear the screams of women as I run. Hell, they should scream. He’s gorgeous. I don’t even make it all the way to the door when I hear him directly behind me.

  “What the fuck are you doin’ here?” His voice is harsh and rough. I can’t look at him. I can’t turn to face him. Guess it’s a good thing I don’t have to. His hands wrap around my waist, pulling me into his hard body. I can feel his chest pressed against my back, his hard on against me. I can feel myself getting wet for him.

  “I asked you a question, Tay.” His lips are so close to my neck. Oh. My. God. He is too close.

  “I came with Beth. I didn’t know you would be here. Naked. Here.” I realize I’m repeating myself but Jesus, I just saw his dick! It was an impressive dick at that.

  “Where the fuck is your security?” he asks with a growl. Shit, why did he have to do that? I can feel myself getting wetter by the second.

  “Lost them.” His fingers skate over my stomach before moving under my shirt. When he touches my bare skin, I swear I’m going to explode.

  “You lost your security, and now you’re here? Seems wrong, Tay.” His voice has dropped. It’s huskier and sexy now.

  “I didn’t know you would be here,” I repeat.

  “I heard that part already. You should be at home.” His gruff voice turns into a roar. His hands leave my skin, and I whine. I fucking whine! He heard it. He had to have heard it! I feel like such a fool.

  “Let’s go,” he snaps. I spin around and watch him walk toward a door off to the side. He has his shorts back on but that’s it. I stand there stunned into silence.

  “Now, Tay!” he barks. I jolt but head into the room he’s standing next to. I don’t say a word as I watch him pull his shirt over his head. Once he puts his baseball hat on backward, he looks at me.

  “You have security for a reason, Tay. To keep you safe. Blowin’ them off isn’t a fuckin’ option,” he snaps. His jaw tics as he watches me, his body strung tight in anger.

  His anger elicits feelings I thought I had been able to bury. I feel like a little girl. I feel the way I did when my dad would tell me that my mom’s death was my fault. In this moment, I feel so small.

  “I didn’t mean t-” I start to speak, but Mayhem moves toward me quickly, taking me by surprise. His lips slam against mine and cut off my words. His tongue dances in my mouth. The heat between my legs explodes. Mayhem’s hands move to my back, lifting my shirt slightly.

  “When I get you home, I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t walk. I’m gonna claim every piece of your body. You won’t walk or run from anyone else for the next week.”

  His threats turn me on. The thought of him fucking me, kissing me, touching me.

  “Yes.” I breathe. That’s the only word that comes out of my mouth. I don’t know what changed his mind, but I’m not complaining.

  “Let’s go.” He grabs my hand, dragging me out of the room and down the hallway.

  “You weren’t done!” Brooke stops us.

  “I am now. She’s off the schedule, too,” Mayhem snaps. I don’t dare say anything to him right now. He’s in a mood.

  “Mayhem!” Brooke screams as he drags me down the hall. He doesn’t stop either.

  He doesn’t stop until he has me on the back of his bike.

  Chapter 13

  Mayhem

  What is wrong with you? That’s what I kept asking myself the whole fucking ride back to her place. I kissed her. I told her I was going to fuck her. What the hell am I doing?

  She blew off security and fucking showed up at the club. Of all fucking nights to show up, it would be tonight when I promised Brooke to fill in. I’m not a stripper, but I have no problem showing off my body. I know that shit looks good. I park the bike when I see the asshole that was supposed to be watching her tonight. He looks confused.

  I storm toward him, my fists ready to fight. “Forget what your job was?” I roar before my fist collides with his face. I love the cracking sound that reverberates from him.

  “She snuck out!” He tries to defend himself, grabbing at his bleeding nose.

  “She’s a fuckin’ woman! She ain’t even that big! How the fuck is it that hard for you to watch her? Her daddy know what kind of fuckup you are?” I ask, my nerves firing off like a rocket.

  “Tay!” I snap waiting for her to answer. She walks closer to me but doesn’t say a word. “Gimme your dad’s number. I’m gonna make sure this incompetent fuck never has a job in this town again.” I keep my eyes trained on him. I don’t look over at her until she doesn’t answer.

  “Tay!” I snap again.

  “Dad doesn’t like when I call him,” she replies softly, her voice cracking a little. Shit! What the fuck is with her? I can’t figure her out.

  “I said give me the number. I didn’t tell you to call.” Tay nods and passe
s me her phone before silently walking inside. I watch her go before I scroll through her numbers. I send a quick text from my phone to her dad letting him know that I relieved his worthless security.

  “Get the fuck outta here. I got her,” I snap at the idiot as he holds his bloody nose. He’s lucky that’s all he got.

  Turning on my heel, I head inside. I don’t see Tay in the living room, but Minnie is sound asleep in her little pink bed. Some kind of watch dog she is. I grab a beer from the fridge. Yeah, I fucking loaded her fridge with beer. So, fucking what? I drop onto the couch with my beer in hand when I hear movement behind me.

  “Do you always break promises?” Her little voice floats through me. I close my eyes for a second to control the raging hard on I’m sporting. I look over my shoulder at Tay standing in only her black lacy bra and matching thong. Fuck!

  “I didn’t promise anything,” I tell her, looking back at my beer. I don’t miss the sob. I don’t want to look at her and see the look in her eyes. The look of disgust.

  “Why, Mayhem? What is so fucking wrong with me!” she screams. I don’t move. I cradle my beer in my lap not wanting to answer her. There is nothing wrong with her. Not one fucking thing. She’s beautiful. She’s sweet. She’s gorgeous. She just doesn’t get that I’m not what she needs.

  “Nothin’,” I say softly. She walks around the couch and stands in front of me. My eyes travel up her toned legs to her flat stomach. I swallow hard, my throat bobbing when I do.

  “What is wrong with me?” she screams louder.

  What the hell does she want from me? I try to keep my face as blank as possible. I try to remain as stoic as I can because she’s testing my boundaries and I’m about to cross it. I don’t deserve this after Becca. I stand up and look her in the eyes.

  “There is nothin’ wrong with you, Tay. You’re beautiful. Look at yourself.” I pause and wipe my hand down my face. “It’s nothin’ to do with you.” She watches me with wide, innocent eyes. The hurt evident on her face.