by E. C. Land
“Last time I talked to her, she was busy getting ready to go out with Dex,” I grumble, leaning my chest into the back of the chair and picking up my beer mug.
The four of us end up changing the subject once again to one thing and then another while sitting around drinking. By the time I’m on my fourth beer, I scan the bar looking for a sweet piece to spend the night deep inside of.
My eyes land on a woman at the bar, and my cock twitches at the sight of her. Fuck me. Jeans fitted to her legs beautifully and a sleeveless top that goes up to the bottom of her throat. The way the shirt conforms to her tits doesn’t do her justice. She might not be displaying her cleavage, but the woman is definitely showing the world she’s got something every man in this bar is probably itching to touch. Too bad for them, I’m gonna be the one suckin’ on those nipples tonight.
Tapping my knuckles on the table, I stand. “I’ll catch you all later.”
The three of them throw out cat calls and hollers as I make my way up to the bar and the woman who I’ve chosen to be under me tonight.
The woman’s eyes pop up and meet mine as I stalk toward her. I get close enough, and can literally see the way her chest heaves with her breath. I look forward to seeing that when she’s completely naked.
“Wanna get out of here?” I ask, reaching out to wrap an arm around her waist and pull her into me.
“Yes,” she says breathlessly, licking her lips.
The other chicks who are with her start snickering and teasing the woman in my arms.
Nodding, I guide her away from the bar and out to my bike. Normally I don’t put anyone on the back of my bike, but I’ll make an exception tonight. I wanna feel those tits against my back, even if it’s only to take her to the motel where I intend to fuck her and dump her. It’s what I do, I suppose, and she’s just another one that will fit in a long line of women who I’ve done this to, and I refuse to feel even an ounce of remorse for it. They all know the score when I take them to bed same goes with this one.
Chapter One
Ivy
I’m nervous. So freaking nervous, I think I might hyperventilate. Today’s my first day at my new job, and I’m a little more freaked than I should be. Probably because I’m technically new to town and starting a life for myself after losing my daddy four months ago in the line of duty.
Being a cop’s daughter is never easy. Harder when your dad is a single parent, thanks to your mom running off, unable to handle the life of being married to a man who put his life in the line of danger. I don’t know. I don’t talk to the woman. She used to send letters and birthday cards, which I might add were always months late. My mom had never wanted to be a part of my life, is what I think.
My dad was great, though, and I loved him more than anything. He taught me so much growing up. It’s why I can fix my own vehicle without a man’s help.
“Always know how to do something for yourself, baby girl. This way, you know you’re not being ripped off,” he always said to me. The two of us had restored my first ever vehicle that is actually still running and sits in my garage next to my purple Jeep Wrangler I customized myself.
Releasing a harsh breath, I look around the room I’m sitting in. It’s filled with all of the books I love to read. Some older from when I was a teen starting with Harry Potter and Twilight up to some of my newer ones like J.R. Ward’s The Black Dagger Brotherhood series. I have all the books she’s released so far. I swear there are well over a thousand books on my shelves. And I’m not exaggerating about the amount. I rarely watch TV, and when I do, it’s only to watch Supernatural or even Stargate SG-1. Because hello, O’Neil was hot in that show along with Daniel.
I’m not a typical chick. I don’t do all that girly stuff. I prefer to be in the woods on four-wheelers or out with my Jeep, rock crawling. My friends Josephine, Everleigh, Isabelle, Juniper, and Sutton, are all the same way. We would rather be out in the woods having fun rather than going to the mall. Honestly, if I need something, I’ll go get it, but I normally wear a pair of jeans until I’ve worn them out. Now when it comes to my shirts, I typically pick out t-shirts; however, I have a few tops that are meant for going out clubbing like I did Friday night.
My girls took me out to celebrate moving to town and finding a job at the SKMC Bikes and Cars Garage. We went out to Keeper’s Pub, a bar in town that’s owned by the same motorcycle club I’d been hired by. Of course, we took shot after shot, danced, having a great time. Then the night got even better when the most gorgeous man came up to me. I lost myself looking into his eyes and ended up following him out of the bar. We got on his bike, and for the first time, I got to experience what it’s like to ride on the back of a motorcycle. The ride was short, but still, it was fun. My nameless man and I ended up in a motel room where he spent hours upon hours ravishing my body in a way I’ve never felt before.
I woke up Saturday morning, embarrassed to find I’d been stranded. He’d left me there, and I knew I shouldn’t have been shocked. It was a one-night stand. And even today, I can still feel the effects of what he did to my body.
Leaning back in my moon pod bean bag chair, I turn my attention out my floor-to-ceiling windows while I drink the rest of my coffee. This place used to belong to my grandmother, and I would spend my summers here. I decided after losing my dad, I would move from Fort Worth to Palestine. I needed to get away from the area and my uncle. He’s angry and constantly calling me with threats. It doesn’t help the man’s trying to contest my father’s ironclad will that leaves me everything that was his and my grandmother’s.
My grandfather’s family was part of the whole big oil boom, while my grandmother’s family made money mining gold. When my grandmother died, she left everything to my father, not trusting my uncle since he was disowned years ago for something he did. I don’t know exactly what it was, but he’s been bitter about it ever since. She used to say he was a bad egg that never should have been born. That’s harsh for a mother to say, but it must be true because my grandma was one sweet lady.
Dad doted on her until the day she died. Then he died.
Closing my eyes, I snuggle deeper into my bean bag. My mind wanders to thoughts that are better left as a memory buried deep in the back of my mind.
“Daddy, I’m fine,” I giggle through the phone. I’d just finished telling him about a date going horribly wrong. I always called him after I had a date to ease his mind. And this time, like many other times, he would threaten to go arrest them or get one of his buddies to write them a ticket for something. He never actually did this, but it always made me laugh.
“You sure, baby girl. I have no problem wreaking havoc if some asshole upset my little girl,” he chuckles.
“I’m sure, Daddy. It’s okay. I’m going to get ready for bed now and erase the past few hours from my mind,” I say, giggling even more.
“Okay, Ivy, love you. Tomorrow we’re still on for dinner and game night, right?” Being Sunday night, of course, we are. Every Sunday, we always did dinner and watched whatever game is on. During football season, we watch football. Baseball season, we do baseball. The same goes for basketball and even NASCAR, though that one isn’t my favorite.
“Wouldn’t miss it for anything, Daddy.” I definitely wouldn’t miss it.
“All right then, I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Telling my daddy bye, I headed to the bathroom to soak in the tub while I listen to an audible book. After about an hour, I finally climb out of the tub, dry off, and moisturize. I might not be a girly girl, but I do love my rosebud lotions. That and my hair products. My dirty blonde hair comes down nearly to my ass and needs to be kept healthy, so of course, I use only the best products I can for it. Those are the only things that are remotely girly I do. Even my makeup is minimal.
I walk out of the bathroom into my bedroom and dress in a pair of comfy shorts, a sports bra, and a tank top. Grabbing my kindle from my nightstand, I slide in under my covers and pull up the latest book I started to read about we
rewolves and fated mates. It’s quite interesting, and I’m loving it. I even bought the next two in the series.
Engrossed in my book, I’m startled when there’s a knock at my door. I live in a two-bedroom apartment in a quiet complex. Normally if someone is coming by, they call me first, and it’s never this late at night. Wondering who it would be at this hour, I throw the blanket off of me and head for the door. I grab a zip-up on the way and slip it on over my arms.
I peek to see who it is and frown at the sight of Saxton, the chief of police and a man who seems familiar, but don’t recall his name. “What in the world is going on?”
Slowly I open the door, my gut tightening. “Is everything okay?” I ask, keeping my focus directed on Saxton.
“Ivy, can we come in?” Saxton’s voice is filled with remorse, but his face doesn’t give anything away. It never does. It doesn’t have to, I already know. I know, because otherwise, they wouldn’t be here this time of night.
I step back and allow them to come in. Saxton has worked with my father for as long as I can remember. They’re good friends and a lot of the time, he joins us on Sundays with a few other cops my daddy’s friends with.
Saxton steps toward me, “I’m sorry, Ivy, but I have to tell you that your father was killed in the line of duty.”
My knees weaken underneath me, and I would’ve fallen to the floor if not for Saxton moving quickly when he did. “How?” I whisper, tears clogging my throat. I just talked to him not even two hours ago, and now he’s gone.
Tears spill down my cheeks as I blink away the memory of the worst night of my life—finding out my father was killed. Saxton wasn’t able to tell me the logistics of the case. All I knew was he’d been gunned down when responding to a murder that had already happened.
I give myself a little shake and push my darker thoughts to the back of my mind. I check the time to see it’s time to get ready for my first day of work. Ghost, the guy who had hired me, told me I’d start in the middle of the week so he could train me on what I needed to know for the office. I already knew it for the most part, because I’d worked in a garage in Dallas while going to school to get my degree.
I could easily run the SKMC Bikes and Cars Garage with my eyes closed and my hands tied behind my back. Next week, I’m sure Ghost will release the reins to me, and I’ll be able to get the papers organized better than what they are right now. I saw the mess I would be working with, and it’s definitely going to take me three days to prepare for next week while I learn from Ghost what they need me to do for them.
Chapter Two
Reaper
Leaving the clubhouse, I’m frustrated and ready to get this over with. My brothers have been talking non-fuckin’ stop for the past week and a half now about the new office manager Ghost had hired for the garage. I need to talk to him about a run we’re planning and what we’ll need at the ready. Usually, this is Hellhound’s territory, but unfortunately, he and Daemon are handling club business for me.
We’re having problems with another club fuckin’ with our territory, and I don’t need that shit. I don’t have the time or want the headache. The Triple Spirits MC has been trying to hone in on getting what’s ours for months now. The Prez of the Triple Spirits MC is nothing but a fat bastard who needs to find his cock, step up and stop sending his little pussies to fuck with my territory. Yesterday I found several of the members fuckin’ dealing their shitty crack near the high school. I don’t give a fuck what adults want to put in their bodies, but I do care if that shit is being pushed on kids. There’s a massive difference between the two. Adults know right from wrong. But the teens and kids gotta learn. They can’t do that shit if they have fuckin’ drugs being pushed down their throats.
I run my club the way my father ran it, and his father did before him. My grandfather had started Satan’s Keepers a long time ago when my dad was a teenager. We’re not a clean club, but we do have some businesses that are clean. The garage is partially one of those. The work that gets done at the garage is legit, but it’s not always. Sometimes we use it as a cover for bringing in and shipping off cars that are stolen or being prepared to go to another country. Some of those cars aren’t always paid for the right way. A lot of them are stolen, and we handle them to make them look not stolen. Most of the time, though, we have legit customers coming in to get work done on their cars or bikes. We also do custom orders for some of the shit we do.
The majority of the club’s other businesses are legit. We keep it that way, so the club has enough clean money to hide the dirty. With our territory being one of the largest, I don’t fuck around with little bullshit. I go for the big bucks. Here in town, we have the Keeper’s Pub and SKMC Bikes and Cars. We also have a strip club on the outskirts of Dallas, which my cousin Mia helps the club manage. This helps us, considering our territory goes from the eastern border of Texas to I35 down to Crockett, just this side of Waco. Leo, Mia’s brother, and I don’t have a good relationship, but since what happened to my niece Bethany and again with my other niece Ember, we’ve finally pushed that shit out. He’s in charge of Dallas/Fort Worth after his father had handed the reigns over to him.
I hit the sharp curve leading to town and decide to clear my head of anything else, but getting to the garage. There’s a lot of shit filling it, and right now, I need to handle business. Hitting the throttle, I take the curves of the road with ease. I could easily be there in a matter of minutes, but I’ve decided to take the long way. I need fresh air and time to get myself in check, not to take the time to think of everything else that fills my head.
What needs to happen is me getting laid. Unfortunately, that hasn’t happened, and I don’t see it happening tonight. No matter how much I want to. It’s been two weeks since I got any pussy, and I’m not too thrilled about the fact my cock doesn’t want to listen. I would say it’s broke, but all I gotta do is bring up the memory of the bitch from the other weekend, and bam, there he goes getting hard. I’ve stroked more than once because of her. Shit, the woman isn’t even a plain ol’ memory. No, she’s fuckin’ burned into my brain, and I can’t get her out.
I’m not a one-woman man and never have been. Why this woman has to be stuck in my head is starting to seriously piss me off. I don’t even know her name. I never get the names of the bitches I have one-night stands with. Now I’m wishing I knew this one’s name so I could ring her fuckin’ neck for what she’s done to my head by consuming it with thoughts of the taste and feel of her body.
I take the roads faster than I should as I turn down the last of the streets leading to the garage. I immediately take in the purple Jeep sitting in the garage’s parking lot. I gotta give whoever did the paint job credit. It looks brilliant. The closer I get; I take in the other modifications. Lift kit on some Fox shocks, sitting on thirty-fives. I wonder if the owner got the gears switched out. I park next to it and finish checking out the grill, bumpers, and the fact it has a roll cage. I’m guessing this is the Jeep belonging to the club’s new office manager. If so, I need to tell her she’s got some good taste and ask her if it’s a road princess or if she actually uses it for what Jeeps are built for.
Walking away from the Jeep, I make my way to the side of the garage where the bays are. I nod to my brothers, who are working to get shit done before the end of the day. Not finding Ghost at any of the stations, I head for his office. Hopefully, he’s in there and not in the shitter or something. I wanna get this done and get the fuck back to the clubhouse for the club party tonight.
Maybe I can get two of the P&P’s to fuck each other. That could work in making me hard. I do love watching bitches eating pussy. What fucker doesn’t?
Stepping up to the office door, I don’t see him in his office, but I hear his laughter coming from the office manager’s office. The closer I get, I hear her voice before I see her, and my anger blinds me.
“What the fuck?” I snarl, narrowing my gaze on both Ghost and the bitch who’s been fuckin’ with my head this past week. “W
hat the hell are you doing here?”
My cock immediately hardens at the sight of her, and I harden my glare on her. This shit is fucked up. I’ve never had anyone lock my cock up the way she has. It pisses me off now because this beautiful woman was meant to be a snatch for one night. Nothing more.
Fuck me, but seeing her now, I want to sink into her again. Even better, put my mouth to her pussy and eat her until she begs for mercy.
I’m fuckin fucked now. Worst of all, my thoughts go to what my brothers have all said about them wanting to get inside her. That ain’t about to happen.
What the hell am I thinking?
This bitch has probably already gone to her knees for at least one of my brothers. Most women are like that. They don’t give a damn who they fuck if it’s a biker. I mean fuck, she let me fuck her after me asking her one question at the bar. No other words were exchanged unless it was about me fuckin’ her.
Shit.
Fuck.
My head is about to blow all because of this beauty standing so close to Ghost.
Chapter Three
Ivy
Holy crap, the past week has gone by in a flash. I absolutely love my job. The guys who work here are amazing. I’ve met so many of the members of the club. It’s unreal. They all come in and bullshit here at the garage talking about random shit. My boss, Ghost, is cool as shit.
The first three days on the job, he did as he said, showed me the ropes. I learned their system and how they do things. Then Ghost gave me a key to my office, saying some days he’ll be late coming in, but one of the members will always be here first thing in the morning to open the garage. They don’t have a key to my office, and that’s the only door I’ll have to unlock every day. It is cool with me. I have a tendency to lose keys.
Over the weekend, my friends Juniper, Sutton, and I went out to the mud park to have some fun. It was a blast. The three of us laughed and joked the entire time. I still blush at the conversation we had.
