Sold to the MC Men

by Sam Crescent

  He watched her finish one lasagna and move to another.

  She didn’t stop until there wasn’t enough sauce left.

  “I’ve got to leave them to cool, and then I’ll put the final cheese on top, and stick them in the freezer when they’re ready.”

  She picked up the pots, and he admired the length of her. Her ass was so curvy, he wanted to touch her to see just how fucking juicy it was.

  It looked like the kind of ass you could sink your teeth into and have a lot of fun with.

  He had to resist. He couldn’t make her nervous.

  “So, I was wondering, do you have a boyfriend back home?” he asked. If she did, he wouldn’t understand why she was still a fucking virgin. This woman was built for sex. He couldn’t wait to finally make his claim on her.

  “No. I wouldn’t have had a reason to go hunting for my mom if I had some place else to go. I’ve never had a boyfriend.”

  “Never?”

  “Nope. It just never seemed the right time. I’ve gone on dates, and made out a couple of times, but whenever he wanted to take things further, I always backed out. I didn’t feel comfortable.”

  “You shouldn’t ever do anything that makes you uncomfortable.”

  She giggled, wiping her hands on a towel. “What about you, Dig? You ever done anything to make you uncomfortable?”

  “Not a thing. There’s nothing in this world that could possibly make me.”

  “Wow, that sounds like a challenge.”

  “No challenge. Just fucking real, babe.”

  He loved her smile. He preferred it when she smiled, as opposed to the sadness he’d caught in her gaze that first day.

  “I better go and check on your room. Please make sure no one eats the lasagnas. They won’t be good. The pasta’s not cooked and needs some time in the oven, but I’m freezing them.”

  “Will do.”

  He watched her leave the kitchen, admiring her ass. Sitting down on the chair, he stared at the door.

  How could he move it to the next level? She wasn’t a whore. She shouldn’t be ordered to do things, and the guys, well, he knew for a fact each one felt something for her, be it lust or a connection.

  Even Tank had a thing for her. In all the years he’d known Tank, not once had that fucker even shown himself to blush. A couple of hours in Leah’s company and he was stumbling over himself to impress her. It was crazy. They were all crazy for her.

  “What’s up?” Junior asked, entering the kitchen.

  “What’s up?” Dig frowned at the youngest of them all. It’s why Junior was named as such. There were only two years between Tank and Junior, but there were times the man before him had a personality of a teenager. “You can’t eat them. They’re to go into the freezer.”

  “Where’s our special houseguest?” Junior asked, licking his lips.

  He knew Dig was after more than food, already snagging a piece of brownie. “Cleaning my room.”

  “Damn, did she offer?”

  “Pretty much. She’d cleaned everything, and we’re running out of things for her to do.” He’d never known someone work so damn hard. She was constantly doing something. It was only at night where she’d disappear to her bedroom that she even relaxed. Knowing Leah like they did, she was probably cleaning some part of her room or something.

  “Well, I’m going to go and see how she’s doing,” Junior said.

  “You’re not going to my room.”

  “I don’t have to enter your room to lure her into mine.”

  Son of a bitch!

  ****

  “You have got so many clothes. I don’t think I’ve ever seen this many outside of a department store,” Leah said.

  “Is that a bad thing?”

  “It’s not. It just means you’re a guy that likes variety, I guess. I don’t know. I wouldn’t worry too much about it.” She shrugged.

  Junior sat on the edge of his bed, looking at the closet. For years he’d buy something and dump it in the closet. He only ever wore the same couple of shirts and jeans.

  He watched as Leah began to work through the piles of crap he actually owned. She folded each shirt up, placed them in a pile, and did the same with jeans, pants, socks, and even ties. Why had he even bothered with ties? There was one with a bunch of Santas on it. Why would he buy that? He knew he had.

  “If there’s anything you’d like, you can take it,” he said. He rather liked the idea of her wearing something of his. She’d look good in one of his shirts.

  He’d caught her yesterday, after Dig told him of course, cleaning his room. He stayed true to his word and didn’t enter the man’s room.

  Their bedrooms would always be private. It was one of their rules with each other. He’d simply asked Leah that after she finished cleaning Dig’s room, if she’d help him with his own.

  For the most part, he liked to keep a pretty clean environment. It was why his closet had become a nonstop dumping ground for all the shit he didn’t want or need. He’d buy things with the intention of making sure it would be used, only for it to be dumped in this closet. Every time he saw the closet, he’d promise himself next time he’d clean it. He never did.

  Now as he watched Leah, he was pleased he never got around to it.

  “How are you finding it here?” he asked.

  He wanted to make conversation and get to know her.

  The smile she gave him was enough to make him melt. “I love it here.”

  “You do?” He shouldn’t sound so shocked. He knew this place was awesome. They weren’t exactly keeping her prisoner, even if she couldn’t leave or do anything else.

  “Yes. I’ve never had so much fun. I do love it here. I love being in the kitchen. I know, a woman’s place.” She rolled her eyes. “I don’t mind it. My last apartment, I only had enough room for a small stove, and it didn’t even have an oven. Just two working eyes, and then a tiny fridge and the smallest counter ever.” She showed him the size with her hands. “I swear the building had mice as well.”

  He wrinkled his nose. “I can’t stand mice.”

  “It was all I could afford. I’d been there after I left foster care. I saved up some money from work I did waitressing. I took as many jobs as I could just so that I could be away from that place.”

  “Was it that bad?”

  “I hated it. It wasn’t a good place, and if I ever have kids, I’d never send any of them to such a horrible place.” She gave a little shiver. “Way too many predators, or at least where I was, there were. What’s your story if you never ended up in the system? I know Tank did.”

  “And Trick, he was in the system as well. His parents died in a car accident when he was twelve.”

  She pressed a hand to her chest. “I’m so sorry.”

  “Yeah, he was as well. He believes it has defined who he has turned into as a man. No one was around to take care of him. So, he ended up in the system, and being a teenage boy, not a lot of calls for them.”

  “Yeah, the older kids do struggle a lot. I figure if I never have kids, I might foster myself. I’ll go to the kids that have never been picked or something. I don’t know. I remember how tough it was there.”

  “You’re a strong woman, Leah.”

  “You don’t know me, Junior.”

  “You’ve survived here.”

  “It hasn’t been a week yet.” She winked at him.

  “You never know.”

  “I see you’re avoiding answering my question. It’s fine if you don’t want to tell me.”

  Junior sighed, running a hand down his face. “I actually grew up in a great home. Two loving parents. I even had a brother. An older one who was the shit. I was the screwup.”

  “You were?”

  “Yep. Bad stuff always found me, or I went out of my way to find it.”

  “You said ‘had’ a brother?” she asked.

  “He died, and it was all my fault.”

  She paused in her folding.

  Junior sighed. �
�It was a swimming accident. I was determined to jump from the highest peak at some lake. Ian was there—that was my brother’s name. He wouldn’t let me jump by myself. Before I could jump into the water, he did. The lake wasn’t deep enough. He died on impact.”

  “I’m so sorry.”

  “I was too much of a fucking coward to join him. I ran from that peak until it was safe enough to climb in the pool. There was so much blood. I screamed for hours for help. Ian was already gone, but I didn’t want to let go just in case. I was hoping for a miracle. After that and his funeral, I was a mess. So were my parents. I fucked up. Got in a lot of fights, and at sixteen when I couldn’t take it anymore, I ran. I heard they died a few years ago.”

  He’d never told anyone but his club brothers that story before.

  Leah stepped over his clothes, rushed to him, and held him close.

  With the feel of her tits pressed against his face, he was really pleased he didn’t have a problem with oversharing.

  ****

  Leah had cleaned Dig, Trick’s, and Junior’s rooms, as well as Tank’s. Now Edge stood in his room and watched as she worked her magic on his space. He didn’t have any intention of letting her do anything, but watching the men each get close to her, talk, share a part of themselves, he’d felt really fucking jealous and he was never the kind of guy to get jealous of this kind of thing.

  “You don’t mind me touching anything?” she asked.

  “No. You do what you need to do.” He leaned against the doorframe, trying to appear relaxed, and he didn’t know how to pull it off.

  She didn’t look his way. Her cleaning supplies were on the floor, and every now and then she hummed as she worked. It was the sweetest sound, and he would gladly listen to her do it all day long.

  She’d been with them nearly a week now. He couldn’t believe Dig had gotten in first with asking her to clean his bedroom.

  Edge didn’t have a single speck of dust in his room. The entire clubhouse was now the same.

  Leah was amazing, and now as she worked in his bedroom, he caught her smiling.

  “What is it?” he asked.

  “You’ve got the cleanest bedroom out of everyone. I think the only other person was Tank, but he liked to throw junk into drawers. I cleaned them out for him.”

  “You can have a look,” he said.

  “You don’t mind?”

  “Not at all.”

  She opened up his drawers and chuckled. “You’re so neat. Everything is pristine and folded neatly.”

  “I don’t like mess or chaos. When you have either, bad shit happens.”

  “True. I don’t like it after all of my stuff was stored in a black bag. My clothes always had creases in them. I was so happy when I purchased my very first iron. I get it. I really do.”

  She closed the drawer, and as she went toward his bottom one, he moved quickly.

  “You really don’t want to see in that one.” He made sure her hands were out of the way before he used his foot to kick the drawer closed.

  “You’re hiding something?”

  “Not hiding. You’re not ready to see it.” He liked to have a range of sex toys. He’d made a purchase the other day after he’d watched her cleaning and seeing how easily she fit between them all.

  Each of his men was besotted with her, and Edge would be lying to everyone, including himself, because he felt the same with her, which did in fact startle him. He’d never fallen for a woman, ever. There was no wife waiting in the background or any bastard kids he’d sired.

  It was just him.

  Not that any of the other guys had that problem, either.

  They didn’t.

  “Not ready to see it?” she asked. “What kind of things could I not be ready to see?”

  It was so tempting to show her, to touch her body, to bring her close to that final peak, and watch her explode. He did neither.

  “When you’re ready, I’ll know.”

  Her gaze went to his lips, but she didn’t kiss him.

  “Okay.” She stepped away from him, her hands clasped together. “I don’t need to do anything to your room, Edge. It’s all looking really fine to me.”

  He wasn’t ready for her to leave, but unless he frightened her, he didn’t have anything for her.

  “What do you like to do in your spare time?” she asked, surprising him.

  “My spare time?”

  “Yeah. I love to cook and read. I sometimes like to watch a movie. What do you enjoy doing?”

  “Drinking, fuck … I mean, drinking, having a good time. Playing games.”

  “You were going to say sex,” she said.

  He looked down at his shoes.

  “I can handle sex talk, Edge. I’m a virgin, but that doesn’t mean I’ve been sheltered. Far from it. One of the jobs I worked last year was in a bar. It was one of those places where you had to wear low-cut tops. I got it because I have big tits. Anyway, a lot of the guys weren’t exactly gentlemen.” She glanced down at his drawer. “I think you’d be surprised at exactly what I know.” She picked up her cleaning supplies. “I better go and make dinner.”

  “What kind of things did they ask you?” Edge asked.

  She paused in the doorway. “You really want to know?”

  “I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t.”

  “Fair enough. They would ask me to flash them. How they’d love to have my tits around their dick and spunk all over my chest. How I felt about licking their cum off another girl’s chest or having one of them do it to mine. If I’d be game for anal or even fisting. The dirtier the better. It was the way it was. I didn’t last long in the job. I refused to let them touch me or to give free blowjobs in the toilet. Excuse me.”

  He watched her go.

  The men who had talked to her like that better hope he never found them. If he did, he’d take care of them and they’d never be able to fucking walk when he was done with them.

  As he sat down on the edge of his bed, the scent of her surrounded him. She wasn’t supposed to complicate things, but here she was, walking around the clubhouse, her ass swaying to whatever song she was humming, cleaning their stuff, and just being so damn adorable and sexy.

  Two minutes alone with her and his dick was ready for some action.

  None of them, in the last five days, had been to visit any of their regular women. The only person they all wanted was Leah, and she, well, she was something else.

  She made all of them pant without even flirting with them.

  He didn’t know how long he was going to last making any sane thought. His dick wanted nothing more than to slide into her tight pussy. He was fucking screwed.

  Chapter Five

  It was hot again.

  Tank wiped at his brow as he worked on the bikes. After any long ride or even just before it, he liked to give the bikes a quick once-over to make sure nothing was going wrong. He was currently working on Junior’s bike. Even though his youngest club brother was pissing him off with how much of Leah’s attention he was taking, he wouldn’t try to hurt the kid by sabotaging his bike.

  He loved all of his club brothers, Junior included.

  He’d been watching though. Out of all of them, Junior was the one who appeared most relaxed with Leah.

  Tank had caught them together a lot, laughing, joking, playing around, tickling each other. Leah was so stupid if she thought Junior was just doing it to help her settle in. Tank had no doubt Junior was getting a cheap feel.

  He couldn’t even blame the man.

  Just to be close to her, he’d do anything.

  And out of all of them, he’d had one day where he was alone with her for hours, only he didn’t take that fucking shot. He’d squandered it by accusing her of poisoning him. She rarely brought him anything now.

  One of the guys had to bring him drinks she made, and they were always riding him about how he accused her of trying to kill him.

  He was stupid, and now he was paying the price.

  “
Hey,” Leah said, startling him.

  Tilting his head back from where he was working, he saw she held a tray in her grip.

  “I know it’s not poisoned,” he said.

  She smiled. “You finally figured out that I’m not trying to kill you.”

  He got to his feet, wiping his hands on the dirty cloth. “It took some time. I wanted to apologize.”

  “I should be the one apologizing. You have no reason to trust me. None of you do. I could have been putting rat poison in your food. I’m not a killer though, and well, I like it here. I’m not going to do anything in my life to ruin that. I know a good thing when I see one.”

  He took the tall glass of water off the tray and downed it. It was nice and cold. They had been experiencing some really hot weather the past couple of days, and well, it made him think of long, naked nights, sliding between this woman’s thighs.

  There had been a few occasions he’d stood outside her door, wanting to apologize in a whole different way. Sliding his tongue through that wet slit, tasting her, touching her, doing whatever it took to make her accept him.

  Tank wasn’t blind. All five of them wanted this woman for themselves. So far, no one had staked a claim on her.

  “That wasn’t so hard,” she said. “I made you a sandwich. Junior said your favorite is ham salad. Lots of mayo and that’s what I did.”

  “I also like pickles as well.”

  “Do you want me to go and grab them? I’m trying to learn all of you guys’ likes and dislikes.”

  “It’s fine. I don’t mind going without.”

  “I’m also going to need to go to the store, or one of you guys to go. We’re running low on groceries again.”

  “If you ask Edge, I’ll take you.”

  “Sure thing.”

  He took a bite into his sandwich, and it tasted like heaven.

  “You love it?”

  “I do. Damn, woman, this is one good sandwich.”

  She stood with the tray, and he took it from her, placing it on the wall and letting her take a seat beside him.

  “I’ve never ridden a bike by myself before.” She reached out, stroking the seat.