by Amy Davies
Fucking cunting hell, that man got sexier. How the hell is that possible?
He’s grown taller, and he now has more tattoos, from what I can see. The one on his neck is new. Well, to me anyway. The ones on his arms look fuller than the last time I saw him.
I can’t see his demon-like eyes because he’s wearing shades, but I know they are hiding under there, waiting to pin me to the spot.
Taking a deep breath, I wipe my sweaty hands on the material covering the seat—and then I open the door.
I make my way over to where he stands with the brothers around him, his arms crossed over his chest, smirking at me, like he knows how I used to crush on him. Hell, I still do, but I’m not telling him that.
“Long time no see, Kara,” comes his smooth but deep voice.
“If you say so,” I scoff in response.
Tucking my hands in the back pockets of my denim shorts, I rock back and forth, under the stare of Magnum. The action makes my breasts stick out more, and Magnum removes his shades. His eyes drop, but he keeps grinning at me.
“Eyes up here, fuckface,” I spit out. The cheeky prick is blatantly looking at my girls.
“I know perfectly well where your eyes are at, Risky, but your tits are fucking amazing, and eye-catching.” The bastard winks at me, using the nickname Colt gave me years ago. I let out a laugh and reply to the fucker.
“My tits are eye-catching. They catch me plenty of men. Real men,” I smart off, smirking back at him.
His eyes narrow for a split second before someone yells, “Dibs!” making everyone in the yard burst into fits of laughter. Magnum’s head spins, like Emily Rose in that horror movie, to the guy who spoke up.
“Fuck off, Slide. You aren’t touching a hair on her fucking head, you hear me?” Magnum snarls at him.
I glance at who spoke up and see a very good-looking guy, with light blond hair, looking like he just walked out of a fashion magazine. His leather jacket fits him like a glove.
“Not the hair on her head I’m interested in, Pres,” the guy shouts back, before laughing.
I wink at him and mirror his smile. “You can touch me anytime, handsome. But since I only have hair on my head, you’re safe everywhere else. Catch my drift?”
He laughs while shaking his head at me. “I value my life, darlin’. I wouldn’t want Pres to rip my balls off. I’m kinda attached to them,” he smarts.
“Slide,” Magnum growls.
“Yeah, yeah, Pres, I hear you. Fuck, man, you always get dibs on the best pussy,” Slide adds, and my blood boils.
“Pussy?” I spit out the word. “Jesus, you are a pig. So glad that I didn’t give it up for you. Fuck knows where your wiener has been.”
“I got no wiener, babe. You wanna come and look for yourself?” He grips his crotch in one hand, trying to get a rise out of me.
Clearly, he doesn’t realize the effect of having spent all my life around men like him has had on me. I look around the yard at the brothers, all of them watching us intently, wondering what will happen next.
“Anyone got a microscope or a magnifying glass I can borrow? I need to find a tick size wiener in Slide’s pants.” I smirk at him, resting my hands on my hips, drawing Magnum’s eyes to that part of my body. He licks his lips, making my body hum from the action, so I wink at him, making him smirk in return.
Damn him. That one, single smirk has my lady-boner springing to action in my P-Town. He has always done this to me, even if he didn’t know it.
Barrels of laughter fill the yard as everyone laughs at my outburst. I wink at Edge, who’s smiling at me. I think he could sense my apprehension about being here on the way from the airport.
“Anyone? Anyone?” I ask, dramatically looking around. I glance over at Slide. He winks then pulls his phone out of his pocket, now bored with the conversation.
“Risky, you’ve been here less than an hour and you’re already putting my men in their place,” Magnum’s pipes in, using the childhood nickname Colt gave me. The brothers of the club started to call me ‘Risky’ because I was always running my mouth and getting into all sorts, putting my safety at risk.
He steps up to me, close enough for me to smell him; all leather, oil and smoke, even though I know he doesn’t smoke. Our eyes connect, and I feel it all the way down to my bones. But I refuse to let him know that.
I go to step back, but his words stop any movement I’m about to make.
“Dibs,” he says, so only I can hear him, then he bellows, “Dibs!” making damned sure everyone hears him.
My heart stutters in my chest. He did just say ‘dibs’, right?
I blink a few times, hearing some of the boys laugh and snigger around us. Magnum, though, is looking like a cocky prick with his sexy smirk. If he wasn’t so damned sexy, I would smack the look right off his face.
Actually, I might just do that.
“Ex-fucking-cuse me?” I rest my hands on my hips and glare at the man in front of me. He may be hot as fuck, but he will not treat me like a fucking toy he found in the playground.
“What?” he asks, trying his best to give me an innocent look.
“What, he says. Did you just call dibs on me?”
“Yup.” His eyebrows bounce in mischief, before he turns on his heels to walk into the clubhouse, as if he didn’t just admit to calling dibs on me. What the hell?
“Magnum, what the fuck?” I yell after him. Not bothering to get my bags out of the car, I march in after him, wanting to demand answers from this sexy—
Nope, we are mad at him, Kara, I chastise myself.
He swings open the door and I step in behind him, blinking a few times, waiting for my eyes to adjust from the sun to this dimly lit room. The bar to the left starts as soon as you step into the room, lining the full left wall. There are two large TV’s above the bar. One is playing a rock video and the other football.
The room looks like it’s made completely from dark, stained wood. It’s everywhere, except for the far wall, which looks like brickwork, leading to some stone stairs.
The room is plotted with round tables with chairs, a few sofas against the wall to the right. Two pool tables are in the corner, with a black, tinted screen room divider.
My gaze flits around the room, seeing more of the brothers plotted around the space since coming in from outside. Some of them have women on their laps already. One of the men has his hand up a woman’s skirt and her hips are rocking back and forth.
Don’t get me wrong, I was brought up in the club life, so I know all about the illegal shit they do, and the sex that goes on out in the open. Fuck, I’ve had public sex, but not this public.
My uncle would whoop my ass if he caught me fucking some guy in front of the people in the clubhouse. My gaze lands on Magnum, standing by the bar with a beer in hand, looking like a god in leather and denim. The woman standing next to him scowls at me, clearly thinking she’s scaring me. But hell, I’ve been dealing with bitches like her most of my life.
“Hey, I was talking to you,” I hiss out, storming over to him. He cocks an eyebrow at me, and I know I need to watch my mouth. But they don’t call me ‘Risky’ for nothing.
“You can’t call fucking ‘dibs’ on me, Mag,” I spit at him, my blood boiling.
“Hey! No one calls him ‘Mag’. Only Click is allowed.” She smirks at me, happy to think she’s put me in my place. But do I really look like the kind of girl who gives a fuck?
“Who’s ‘Click’?” I ask. Magnum grins at me before taking a pull of his beer. He takes his time before he answers me, making my inner banshee to the surface.
“Are you just going to fucking ignore me, you ignorant prick?” I hear a few gasps, but the rest of the room goes quiet. Damnit, I should have kept my mouth shut.
Risky by name, risky by nature, I guess. Fuck.
Magnum straightens to his full height, placing his bottle on the bar—hard. Oh, shit, comes to mind when I see his eyes narrow and his nostrils flare. You could literally
hear a pin drop. My skin bristles at the look in his eyes. He truly looks like a demon.
Magnum has always had weirdly-colored eyes, like a pair of violets staring back at you, but to me, they look demonic, especially with his dark hair and tanned skin.
“Watch it, Kara,” he growls at me. My heart skips a beat, but not in fear, as my pussy clenches at the sound of his dominant voice.
“Watch what? I never pegged you to be ignorant, Joey.” Using his birth name, I quirk an eyebrow at him, challenging him to make his move. I know he would never hit me, but I also know words can hurt just as much as punches.
Three
Magnum
I stand stock-still, looking down at this pixie-size girl challenging me with her mouth and the words she’s spouting. She clearly doesn’t know me very well.
“Watch who you’re speaking to, Kara. You may get to run your mouth at home, but you will respect me in my fucking club, do you hear me?” I hiss out, showing my dominance and my place as club Pres.
Her back straightens and her shoulders go back. Lifting her chin, she looks up at me, not cowering like most women would in this situation. Shit, her response has my dick taking note. While I wait for her to reply to me, whether it be a bitchy comment or an apology, I take her in now that she’s right in front of me.
I got a quick look at her outside, but now that I have her up close, I can see the color of her beautiful blue eyes. Her skin is flawless, apart from the scar on her left eyebrow. Maybe from a piercing she had, that she has now taken out? Fuck knows.
Her lips are something else; pale pink, glossy and plump, perfect for sucking my cock. Because make no mistake, mine will be the only one she will be sucking. When I called ‘dibs’ in front of the boys, I wasn’t joking around. I put her on the ‘off-limits’ list.
She is mine. She just doesn’t know it yet. And fuck am I looking forward to the fight and the challenge of getting her.
They say you only love once, and that you know when you see them for the first time. Well fuck me, the old bastards were right. I don’t know what it is, but I feel the need to claim her; to keep her. It wasn’t our time years ago, but hell if it isn’t now.
“Sorry,” comes from her mouth, breaking my trance-like fog her lips have me in. My dick jerks behind the zipper of my jeans.
“What did you say?” I ask her, even though I heard her.
Fire lights in her baby blue eyes, and I can’t stop the smirk crossing my face. The look she’s giving me right now goes straight to my dick, making my jeans tighter.
Showing her that I will not back down, I cross my arms over my chest, making my biceps bulge. Her eyes track the movement, making me damned fucking happy that I hit the gym out back every day. Her eyes widen a fraction before she answers me.
“I said, I’m sorry.” Her voice is firm and holding no fear or resentment for her bitching, but the apology is there. I will have to find another way to make her pay for her mouthing off.
Spank that perfect ass maybe.
Stepping closer to her, her scent makes my cock twitch as the lavender seeps into my senses. Her breath hitches slightly, but she covers it well. Leaning forward, bringing my lips to the shell of her ear, I speak, dropping the tone of my voice.
The skin on her bare shoulder breaks out in tiny pebbles, showing me she’s affected by me. Fucking love that. I will make her skin blister red the first time I fuck her senseless.
“Speak to me like that again, I don’t give a fuck who is here, I will bend you over my knees and spank the fuck out of you. Bare assed, for everyone to see.” She lets out a small gasp, stepping back from me. But I hook my finger in the belt loop on her shorts, keeping her from moving away.
“What are—” I cut off her question by pulling her flush to my body, making sure she feels how hard my dick is. How hard she has made it. With one hand on her trim waist, feeling the soft, warm skin under my fingertips, I keep the finger hooked in her shorts so she can’t escape me.
“If you want to run your mouth, I have something it can run up and down on. Just say the word, baby, and we can head up to my room.” Being the cocky cunt that I am, I slowly lick the shell of her ear, half expecting her to step away and kick me in the balls.
Instead, she shocks the shit out of me as she reaches down between us, wrapping her hand around the steel rod in my jeans, and gives him a squeeze. I hiss, just a fraction, before I moan against her neck. Again, her skin pebbles, and I smile, kissing the heated skin.
Everyone in the room has faded away as we interact this close. No other woman has ever made me feel like this, but fuck I want to see where it goes. Fucking the ‘Regs’ gets old, especially when it’s the same piece of ass that comes around. I know they have their name for a reason, but damn, fresh pussy is wanted from time to time.
No one knew how I felt about Kara all these years, but I never made a move to make things happen. Until now.
“My mouth is good for all kind of things, Mag. But you, handsome, will never find out.” With one last squeeze, she tries to step back, giving me a saucy grin. I smirk at her, giving her the full Masters’ megawatt smile.
“I beg to differ, baby.”
“I—”
“SNATCH-CHAT!” Slide bellows across the room.
I didn’t even feel my phone vibrate in my pocket. That’s how much of my attention she took. Keeping my finger tightly around the belt loop on her shorts, I make sure she can’t step too far from me.
“What the hell is snatch-chat?” Kara asks, leaning forward, trying to look at my phone. I know she will blow a gasket, but fuck, to see the fire in her will turn me on more.
I hold the phone out of her view, which only pushes her to try harder to see it. Leaning over my body to get to my phone, her scent invades my senses and her tits press against me, making me moan and my cock twitch.
Fuck whatever pussy pic is on my phone, this woman can make my cock turn to steel with just a look, with only her smell.
“Let me see. What is Snatch-Chat, Magnum?” I ignore her and smile, making her movements faulter. Yeah, I know the Masters’ smile gets me anything I fucking want. Thanks, Daddio, for the sexy genes.
“SLIDE,” she yells across the room, then moves her body to look over at him. She can’t step away from me because I still I have my finger hooked firmly in the belt loop of her shorts.
“What’s up, Risk?” Kara groans and rolls her eyes at the nickname, making some of the boys laugh, including me.
Pouting, she answers him, trying to make the boy ‘fess up about our game. She gives Slide puppy-dog eyes and sticks out her bottom lip. Give her a day and she will have every man in my club wrapped around her finger and begging to do anything for her. Fuckers.
“What’s Snatch-Chat?” Her voice goes all sweet and sugary, using her womanly ways to get Slide to explain.
“Put that lip away, baby, before I bite it,” I whisper into her ear, making her breath hitch, but she keeps facing away.
Slide… he will not hide the shit that he does, or any of us, because he is a proud motherfucker when it comes to all the women he bangs. He will be more than happy to brag for us about the shit we’ve done.
Slide stands and walks over to us. I turn our bodies, making sure she stays as close to me as possible, but also not giving her the choice to escape me. She shocks me when she settles between my legs and leans against me, her back to my chest.
It doesn’t last long before her body goes ramrod straight and she tries to pull away. Chuckling, I hold her firm.
“Stay.” My voice is soft, unyielding. She settles back against me and I sigh at the contact. Pussy-whipped without even getting the pussy.
Clearly, she feels this connection between us, so she has either chosen to go with it, or she really hasn’t realized what she’s done.
The feel of her against me is making my dick twitch behind the zipper. I moan, loud enough so only she can hear me. Her body reacts and tightens a little, before she twists her head around
and smirks at me.
Fucking minx.
“You aren’t the only one with sexual prowess, Joey Masters. I could bring you to your knees if I wanted to.” She winks at me and turns her to look at Slide.
“Here. This one is from Rookie,” Slide explains, handing his phone over to Kara. She goes stiff against me when she sees the image Rookie sent us. She looks up to Slide, then to me, then back down to the phone. She does this three times before she explodes.
“What the ever-loving-fuck is this shit? You can’t be serious? This is a joke, right?” she screeches, making my ears hurt.
Forcing herself away from me, I have no choice but to let her go. She steps into a space and looks around the room, taking in the brothers, some with their phones in hand, looking at the image I would assume.
“Only patched members of the club see that shit, Risky,” Slide explains, not really bothered by her outburst.
“Only? Fucking only? They are real women, Slide. You are humiliating them, for fucks sake,” she argues back. Then, like a light bulb goes off in her head, she looks back at the phone and scrolls through the other images we have all sent to each other.
Oh fuck.
I reach for her, but she moves fast, like a fucking panther, and runs for the main door.
“Stop her,” I yell. Some of the boys move, but she’s faster than them also. Where the fuck is Rookie when you need the fast, Irish bastard? Oh yeah, buried in some pussy.
“Kara,” I bellow, running out the main door. She’s standing by the truck, looking down at the phone. Her face is showing her disgust at us; her brow crinkled, her lip turned up on one side. All of this because of the images that are on display.
“You are motherfucking pigs, Magnum. All of you should be ashamed of yourselves. These women are mothers, daughters, aunties and nieces. How would you feel if it was someone related to you?” she scolds us, but I have taken as much as I can take of her bitchy, judging words.
“That’s enough, Kara. Shut your fucking mouth right now,” I scream at her. Stomping over to her, I’m breathing heavily out of pure fucking anger. She has well and truly pissed me the fuck off.
