by E. C. Land
“Girl, tell me that hot guy’s dick was big,” Juniper demands, waving a hand in front of her face.
“Oh, I’m sure it was big. Did you see that guy’s thighs? Shit, I wish I could have seen those muscles in action.” Of course, Sutton would say that. As my best and closest friend, I know she loves a man with muscle. I’ve been witness to her drooling over the Rock and Vin Diesel many times in the past.
“I’m not answering that, and you know it,” I giggle with a shake of my head. Sitting on our four-wheelers, we’re taking a break while eating the subs we’d brought for lunch.
“You have to. Its girl code. We always tell each other about the guys we fuck. Remember it’s fuck’n tell. You gotta tell us that guy from last Friday rocked your world. Otherwise, I’m going to have to assume he didn’t have a nice juicy cock that makes the world tilt on its axis. I’ll have to think of him sporting a cock that’s smaller than a pea pod,” Juniper rambles, waving her arms around animatedly.
Oh my God. No, she didn’t just say that. Juniper is a little nutty. I mean nutty. She’s known for her craziness which includes her getting shit faced and strolling naked through the mud park while a mud-bog is going on. Better than that, she’s chained herself to a street sign to keep others from switching it out, for God knows why. Juniper is just unique in herself.
“All I’m going to say is he didn’t leave me unsatisfied like the majority of all the other handfuls of guys I’ve been with.” I don’t want to even think about the other times. Each and every time I’ve had sex, the guy finished and left before I could even get close to finding my first one. With the guy from the bar he’d satisfied my every need. Honestly, I wish I could find him, chain him to my bed, and have my wicked way with him all over again.
“Come on, you gotta give more than that,” Sutton giggles.
“Nope, not gonna happen,” I laugh. My friends are relentless.
“Fine,” Sutton huffs. “At least tell me he wasn’t pea pod size.”
I could give her that. “Think of a healthy zucchini size that is nice and thick.” I show her an estimation size with my hands. My guy had to be no less than eight inches in length.
Blinking my thoughts away, a smile crosses my lips as I remember their laughter. I love all my friends, but Juniper and Sutton are my two closest. This is because I’ve known them for as long as I can remember. I met my other friends through them. All of us have been close for years now.
“What’s got you in all smiles?” I jump at the sound of Ghost interrupting my thoughts.
“I was just thinking about a conversation between my friends and myself last weekend,” I confess, blushing.
“Oh yeah, I hope it’s got something to do with them wanting to come with you to the party tonight. You’re coming, right?” Ghost had told me about the party they’re having at the clubhouse, but I don’t think it’s a good idea to mix business with pleasure. I like the guys I work with, but when I go out drinking, I get a little wild. I don’t want them to see me like that. Or for something to happen between any of us. For instance, me being underneath one of them while they fuck me. It would be disappointing if that happened and none of them could satisfy me like my one-nighter did.
“Sorry, I won’t be able to make it. My girls and I have plans,” I lie.
“That’s too bad.” Ghost chuckles while sitting on the corner of my desk. With the way my office is set up, I have part of my desk facing the window looking out into the garage. The other part faces the door that Ghost is now blocking the view of with his much larger body. “Did you at least have a good first full week?”
“I did. I love it here. I like working in a garage. My dad actually taught me all I know about working on vehicles,” I say, smiling.
“You work on vehicles?” Ghost blanches.
“Yeah, who do you think did all the mods to my jeep?” I snicker.
“No shit?”
“All by myself.” I nod. “That Jeep out there, I fixed up with no help. I have another vehicle in the garage at my place that my dad and I built together.”
“Whoa, that’s some pretty awesome stuff. I’m gonna have to test your skills one day soon.” Ghost wags his brows, making me laugh.
“What the fuck?” I nearly jump out of my skin at the snarling voice behind Ghost.
Ghost stands and turns to face the man, and I get a small glimpse of the guy the voice belongs to. “What the hell are you doing here?” the guy snarls once again. I know his demand is pointed at me.
I know this because I’d recognized him quickly as the guy from the bar.
Oh boy.
“Prez,” Ghost says calmly. “What’s up?”
This guy, the guy I had amazing sex with, is Ghost’s Prez and formally my boss.
Great. I’m in trouble.
“What’s up is this bitch is in here? What the fuck?” I flinch at him, calling me a bitch.
I step closer to Ghost’s back to keep from seeing him fully.
“Ivy is here, Prez, because she was hired by me to be the office manager,” Ghost says defensively. “I also hired her since I knew she could do the fuckin’ job without handholding. Ivy’s overqualified for the position, but wanted to work here anyway.”
“And you didn’t think that suspicious?” My heart cracks marginally at the sound of his anger. It vibrates throughout the whole room.
Peeking around Ghost, the most gorgeous eyes even in anger, lock on mine. I scan over his body, taking in the fact he’s just plain hotter than anyone I’ve ever seen in my life. Even sexier than the first night I met him. The alcohol in my system that night didn’t do him justice. He’s like an Adonis of the MC world. My eyes lock on his cut, and I read over the words Prez and Reaper. That must be his road name. Ghost had given me a low down on things like this.
“Get the fuck out of here,” Reaper commands, causing me to jump at the harsh rasp of his voice.
I nod, break eye contact with him and grab my stuff. I rush around Ghost and Reaper both, making sure to keep far enough away while passing him.
Rushing through the garage, I quickly jump into my Jeep and start her up. I back out of my parking spot, switch gears, and hit the gas.
What the hell just happened? Better yet, why’s he so angry with me?
My phone starts ringing from inside my purse, but with it connected to the Bluetooth, my Jeep tells me who’s calling. Of course, it’s my uncle. He’s called me every day several times. I never answer, but before I let the voicemails fill up, I’d listened to a few. They’re all threatening messages. Wanting the money that he thinks belongs to him.
Nothing belongs to him, and he knows it. The lawyer even told him this. My grandmother had disowned him for a reason, and he was not to get a dime of it.
I reach into my bag, grab my phone, ignore my uncle’s call and pull up Sutton’s number. Right now, I need to talk to someone, and that someone is her.
“Hey, chickadee,” she greets me. “What’s happenin’?”
I quickly give her the run down of what had just happened, and she tells me she’ll meet me at my house. This works for me.
Hanging up, I drive in silence the rest of the way home, wondering what I could have done to make Reaper so mad at me. I don’t even know him.
Okay, so I know his body, every solid inch of his sexy body, but I don’t know him. I wanted to until he yelled at me the way he did with venomous eyes glaring at me.
Now I don’t know what I want any more when it comes to the man who has haunted my dreams for the past two weeks. Making me yearn for more of what he gave me once.
Damnit, I’m screwed.
Pulling into my driveway, I notice Sutton is already here and waiting for me. She works from home as a graphic designer and can leave to do what she wants whenever she wants to. I park in my usual spot and shut off the motor. I throw the door open and climb out. Sutton is there in an instant, pulling me in for a hug.
“All right, babe, let’s go out and ride the trails a bit
, then we’re coming back here, and I’m getting you shit-faced before going home to pass out in my own bed,” Sutton declares, letting me go.
“Sounds like a plan to me,” I giggle. This is why I love my best friend. She gives me just what I need. Though I won’t be getting shit-faced, and she knows it. She’ll try, but I’ll get a glass of wine and drink that while relaxing in my bean bag, reading.
Chapter Four
Reaper
“What the fuck, Prez?” Ghost shouts. “I hope like fuck you didn’t just cost the club our office manager.”
“I didn’t know I was gonna walk in here and find my latest strange sitting in here laughing it up with you,” I grouch, not liking the sight. It’s fucked up and not something I want to deal with. We call the women who are used for one-night stands strange’s for a reason. We don’t get their names, and we sure as hell don’t get their numbers. That is unless we decide to. Shit—I fucked her and didn’t even know she was working here at the garage. If I had known, I wouldn’t have fucked her.
“You fucked Ivy? When?” Ghost demands.
“Two fuckin’ weeks ago. Shit, I didn’t even know her fuckin’ name was Ivy when I fucked her,” I grumble, raking a hand over my short hair. “Hire someone else.”
“Shit, Prez, I get you didn’t know Ivy was some strange you fucked, but still, she’s good at her fuckin’ job. I can’t just hire someone else. She’s gotten everything organized in this office in the week and a half that she has been here. Hell, the woman even knows how to work on cars, so she knows when we have to order an ignition coil, she knows what she’s ordering,” Ghost says, defending Ivy to me.
“I don’t care if she knows what the fuck she’s doing. I don’t want her working here. Find someone else,” I grind out.
“Prez, I’m sorry, but I can’t do that. She’s too valuable to get rid of,” Ghost protests.
Fuck me.
“Did you at least do a background check on her, or did you hire her for looks only?” Now I know I’m being a fuckin’ ass.
“You know I got the background check done. I wouldn’t have hired her otherwise. Scythe and Styxx have the papers on her.” Crossing his arms over his chest, my brother glares at me as I piss him off. I don’t care. I was waylaid with seeing the woman who has had my cock tied up, and she’s an employee. I don’t fuck employees, and it’s fuckin’ with my head.
“Give her a chance, Prez. Swear to fuck, she’s good for the club working here,” Ghost suggests.
“We’ll see about that,” I mutter, giving in to Ivy working here and me having to see her when I come to the garage.
“Anyways, what did you come to the garage for?”
“Came to find out if the cars were ready for the shipment we’re about to take soon,” I grumble. Seeing Ivy has put me into an even worse mood than I was already in.
“It’s about eighty percent ready. Harvester, Thanatos, and Diablo are all finishing up the last few to go out in this shipment,” Ghost confirms.
“Good, then this shipment will go out on time,” I state, pleased to know this. All of my brothers rotate working here at the garage, because we all chip in for what needs to get done. Ghost is the manager of the place and works at finding the cars we gotta bring in for shipping. He handles the logistics, so I don’t have to.
Ghost and I talk for a few more minutes before I leave. Neither of us bringing up the subject of Ivy again.
Climbing onto my bike, I make my way back to the clubhouse, taking the shorter route. I make it there in less than ten minutes and go in search of Scythe and Styxx. Scythe is our tech/hacker. He handles all of our shit that has to do with computers or gadget devices. He’s also the one who would have found all the information on Ivy I need. Styxx being our secretary, is also a computer guru and works side by side with Scythe a lot of the time. Mainly because they’re blood brothers.
Angel and I do the same thing, to be honest. After losing both our sisters, we’re protective of each other even if we get on each other’s nerves.
Knocking on Scythe’s door, I ignore the moans of a woman behind the door and wait for him to answer. He’ll answer it regardless of whatever the fuck he’s doing.
The door opens a moment later to Styxx standing there in only a shirt. “What’s up, Prez?” he asks, pulling the door further open.
“Need info on the new office manager,” I say, stepping into the room. I give my brothers a shake of my head when I see what they have going on in here. “Seriously.” I chuckle. They’ve got Poppers strapped into a swing, both holes plugged, and a ball gag shoved in her mouth.
“She fucked up, Prez,” Scythe says, his desk over in the opposite corner of the room.
“What did she do?” I inquire.
“Didn’t listen when I told her not to fuckin’ touch me,” he shrugs.
All the Pocket Pussies know they’re not allowed to touch a brother unless invited to do so. It’s a rule my father had set in place years ago, and it’s stuck.
“So you’re punishing her by making her sit in the swing with all her holes plugged?” I grin.
“Fuck yeah, maybe she’ll learn when she doesn’t come from the stimulation of the dildo and plug,” Styxx points out.
“Guess so.” Turning my attention fully to Scythe, I block out Poppers’ moans. “You got that file on the office manager?”
“Yeah, I got it right here,” Scythe says. Leaning forward, he snags a file from next to his monitor. Holding it out to me, he grins. “So you tagged the office manager two weeks ago,” he chuckles with a wicked grin on his face.
I don’t have to ask how he knows. Ghost had probably texted all my brothers what the fuck happened at the garage.
“Not going to talk about it,” I sneer, taking the folder in hand.
“That’s cool. She’s hot and smart. My kinda woman. If you don’t want her, I might try.” Styxx wags his brow.
“You can say that again,” Scythe laughs.
“Neither of you are going anywhere near her. She’s fuckin’ off limits,” I snap and turn on my heel, leaving the room. I go into my office, close and lock the door behind me. I stalk over to my desk and throw the file on top. I round the front of the solid desk that originally had belonged to my grandfather. I take a seat in my chair and reach into the bottom drawer to grab the bottle of shine that sits in there.
I pull the lid off and lift it straight to my mouth, forgoing a glass altogether. I’m supposed to be partying tonight. Instead, I’m in my office sulking about a blonde who’s gotten under my skin, and I don’t even know-how.
Fuck.
Swallowing several more gulps of the moonshine, I screw the top back on and replace it back in the drawer.
My eyes move over to the folder staring at me. Taunting me with information about Ivy. What is it about her? When I had Ivy’s body underneath me, she responded in a way that none of the P&P’s ever did. Not even a strange.
Fuck.
I’ve never wanted a woman of my own, so why should I start now. I live at the clubhouse for a reason. I don’t want the attachments that come with having anything else. My little sister and her ol’ man were burned alive in their home. It had happened years after my mother and older sister were taken out. Rivals took their lives, and when we reached out to my cousins the De Lucas, they didn’t help save them.
They tried, I will admit that, but Angel, Tombstone, and I have held a grudge against them all, since what happened to Ronaele and my mother. Then Leo did something drastic to gain our attention when shit went down with his little sister. He kidnapped my niece in order to do this.
Guilt still eats at me when I see Mia’s face. It’s been a few years now, but it doesn’t mean that feeling goes away easily. She wears the mark of her attacker, and I didn’t do anything to help. After that day, Bethany worked her magic, getting us all to open our eyes to the fact we’re family.
Leo and I sat down to discuss what’s going on, and an enemy to the De Lucas had attacked Mia. They
were intending on killing her. When he’d told me this, I promised to help keep her safe. I wasn’t about to let anything happen to her again. Mia is small and has the look of vulnerability a man wants to protect.
In fact, it’s the same look Ivy had when I yelled at her earlier.
Fuck, I’m an asshole.
Giving my head a shake, I decide to hold off until tomorrow to read the report on Ivy. Tonight I need to get the hell out of my office and drink with my brothers. If I drink enough, maybe I’ll be able to find a strange to take my mind off a certain piece that I never should have stuck my cock in.
Fuckin’ Ivy.
Chapter Five
Ivy
The sun shines brightly through the floor-to-ceiling windows. I blink against the brightness, coming awake I realize I fell asleep in my moon pod bean bag. This isn’t the first time I’ve done it. I actually pass out in it quite often.
A shadow falls over me, and I furrow my brows, turning my head and look up to find Reaper glaring down at me with his hands planted on his hips.
I don’t bother screaming or anything like that. I’m sure he already knows he’s scared the daylights out of me by being here when I wake up.
Ugh, it’s Saturday. I should be getting up and going to my room, then passing back out and sleeping until noon.
“Do you break into homes often?” I mutter. “I do have a doorbell. In fact, what are you doing inside my house to begin with? Here to yell at me some more?” The words spill from my mouth before I can stop myself. This is what I get for having someone around me before having coffee in my system.
Damnit all to hell.
Reaper curls a lip up, and his eyes narrow even further.
Screw it. I need coffee if I have to handle him. Throwing the blanket from my body, I’m all too aware of the fact I’m barely dressed in anything. Last night after Sutton had left to go home, I took my pants off, reached underneath my shirt, unhooked my bra, and removed it.
