BOX SET - CHAOS KINGS: Chaos Kings Motorcycle Club BOOKS 1-4

by Lawless, Linny

  I opened my door. “Wait, Owen!” He stopped and turned around to look at me. His brows furrowed. “I didn’t mean that. Dammit. I don’t know.”

  He walked back to me. “What do you want, Tanya? Tell me.”

  “I want to start over.”

  He reached up and trailed his finger down my cheek. His mouth lifted into a smirk. “Okay. We can do that.”

  My eyes betrayed me as tears sprung and ran down my cheeks, onto his finger. “He ripped my heart out. I can’t get it ripped out again. I’m afraid to feel anything again.”

  “Your heart’s still there, Tanya. I can feel it. I’m afraid too. Maybe I should have left town. After I settled things with Knuck and the Hounds. I’m good with your Chaos brothers too. Not sure about Magnet, though. He cares about you.”

  “Yes, he does. He’s like a brother to me. After Matthew ended it, Magnet was there for me. All of Chaos was there for me.”

  His finger left my chin, and he shoved both hands into his jean pockets. “How about this. I’ll step back. I need to get my act together anyway. Find me a good legit job. Start over.”

  No more tears sprung. My lips lifted in a smile. “Sounds like a plan, Skully.”

  “Take care, Sweet Cheeks. I had a great time with you today.” He smiled and turned back toward the stairs. I heard his pipes rumble to life as he started his bike and rode away.

  * * *

  I sat in Ratchet’s kitchen with Sam. I called her a few days later because I needed a friend to talk to. Other than Magnet, of course. Sam brewed us both some coffee, and I told her about Skully. The ride, the coffee shop, his kiss. I left out that he licked my pussy.

  “I never had a chance to thank him myself, Tanya. For his help to get me away from Sid and those Russians.”

  “He’s out. He’s not a Hell Hound anymore. He made his peace with them and with Chaos too.”

  “And you’re attracted to each other.”

  She was smiling when I lifted my eyes from my coffee cup to her. “Shit…Yes…Is it that noticeable?”

  “Yes. It is.”

  I started shaking my head. “What the hell do I do about it?”

  “You can’t help being attracted to someone, Tanya. I couldn’t help it when I first met Ratchet. Love is chaotic.”

  “Whoa! Who said anything about love?”

  “Well, not just love; feelings too. Feelings can be chaotic too. It just never makes sense, I guess.”

  “He even asked me what I wanted. With Matthew, it was always what he wanted. It was never about me.”

  “Skully is not Matthew.”

  “You can say that again!” We both busted out laughing.

  “So, what did you tell him?”

  “That we should start over.”

  “Well, you just answered your own question, sweetie.”

  * * *

  The next day my car was ready, so Magnet gave me a lift to the auto shop. He picked me up on his custom Softail. It was neon yellow, with a stretched-out springer front end and high bars. He only had a p-pad on the back fender that I had my ass on so many times before. The back pegs were up high, so my knees were up, in the breeze.

  With the roar of his pipes, there was no way he could talk to me during the ride. But once we got to the auto shop and off his bike, he let me have it.

  “So, that Hound still around? Is he bothering you, Tanya?”

  “He’s not bothering me. We went out for a ride on his bike and had some coffee. That’s it.”

  “What the fuck? I told that motherfucker to stay away from you!”

  “Cut it out, Magnet. I know he made peace with the Hounds and he’s good with Chaos too. He hasn’t done anything to hurt me. Besides, it’s up to me who I ride with, have coffee with, who I fuck. Not you.”

  Magnet raked his hand through his short light brown hair. He looked down, shaking his head. “Yeah, that’s all up to you. Just don’t want him coming around the clubhouse.”

  “Magnet, he never had a beef with you. Matter of fact, he helped Ratchet. He helped Sam. Do you know what would’ve happened if he didn’t save her? She’d be shipped off somewhere by Russian sex traffickers. And what do you think would have happened to Ratchet? He would have signed his own death warrant. He would have gone after the Hell Hounds and anyone who even had a Russian accent! And he’d be dead by now.”

  “Damnit, Tanya. You’re like a sister to me. I just don’t want to see you crushed again like you were with that douchebag, Matthew.”-

  I laughed. “That’s what Skully called him too.”

  “Well, we both can agree on that.” His mouth lifted into a smile. He reached out and wrapped me in his arms. “Okay, sis. You’re a big girl. You know how to take care of yourself. And I know for sure you call the shots with Skully.”

  “Thanks, Magnet,” I mumbled into his chest and closed my eyes, soaking in the brotherly love.

  The only good thing that came out of it was Noah. If I didn’t have him, I would have had to suffer this alone.

  “Who was it, Tanya?” He sat with me in on the couch in my parent’s basement. His arm was around my shoulders, his brows drawn together.

  “It doesn’t matter now, Noah,” I said and hunched over, wrapping my arms around my stomach. The pain of an intense cramp shot through me.

  Noah held me as I rode through the pain. He didn’t know what else to do. I was just glad he was there, and that he kept this a secret between us. No one could find out. No one in school. Not even my parents. He lived across the street and went to the same schools, all the way up to high school. And it was our senior year.

  He drove me to the clinic. After it was done, he drove me home. Both my parents were at work, so it was just Noah and me.

  I stayed out of Tanya’s way for a few weeks. I thought it best to give her some space. I didn’t want to smother her. Especially after I tasted her lips and her sweet pussy. My dick was so hard, it hurt. I had to jack off when I left her apartment that day. I had a history of banging chicks, before and during my days with the Hounds. Didn’t even remember their names. And yeah, I jacked off a lot too just for maintenance. But there was something about Tanya, and of course, I wanted to fuck her. A lot. When I rode up to her that day, she was standing there with that hot pink tank top and tight-ass jeans. Her neck had a sheen of sweat, and her hair was damp from standing in the hot sun, waiting for me.

  I couldn’t stop thinking about her. The look in her eyes when I left her apartment. Pain? Sadness? Fear? Maybe all three. But I needed to see her again. I sent her a text, asking if she’d meet me for a drink—not coffee this time. She replied yes, and she’d meet me again at the CrowBar. I had the sudden urge to jump on the shitty bed with the busted spring in my motel room. But I kept my cool and steadied my racing heart.

  I pulled in and parked my bike in the lot at the CrowBar. I was about fifteen minutes early. I climbed off, unfastening my lid, surveying the lot. Plenty of trucks, cars and other bikes, but I didn’t see Tanya’s car. I went inside and sat at a small table for two near the pool tables. I ordered whiskey, neat, from the blonde bartender and lit a smoke. The first taste of whiskey felt good going down, mixed with the taste of my half-smoked cigarette. I waited and looked around. A couple of bikers were playing pool, all dressed up in their leather do-rags and shiny new leather vests. A few others were bellied up to the bar, or they sat at some tables, laughing and drinking.

  Ten minutes later and into my second drink, Tanya entered and walked toward me. I admired her high cheekbones—a feature that helped make her cute as ever. She wore tight-ass jeans and a flowy black blouse. As she walked toward me, her hips swayed slightly, but not intentionally. It was part of her walk. She was a bit taller, wearing some black wedge sandals, with her hot pink toenails peeking out from the straps.

  She tilted her head when she sat across from me in the empty chair I saved for her. “Were you here long?”

  I swallowed and found my voice. “Not long. I’m just on my second drink.
What would you like?” I went to the bar to get her requested rum and coke and a third drink for me, then I brought them back to our table. She thanked me and took her first sip.

  “How have you been?” I asked as my opening line. Not great, but I wanted to begin again where I left off—getting to know her.

  “Busy at work.” She put her glass down. “Two weeks? Takes you that long to ask me out again?”

  “I thought it best you have your space. I didn’t want to smother you with the look of me for a while.” I wanted to be honest and up-front with her. “I also needed to figure out what to do next, since I don’t wear the diamond patch anymore. So, I got a job.”

  Her mouth lifted into a smile. “Well, that’s a start.” She tipped her glass at me. “Congrats, Skully.”

  “Yeah. A legit job too. My buddy that owns that bike shop, Hardcore Cycles, next county over. He sold me that Dyna. He needs help in the garage—just basic mechanic stuff. I know my way around a bike, so I took the job.”

  Silence. I reached across the table and covered her soft little hand with the hot pink nail polish. The skull and crossbones tattooed on the top of my hand caught her attention. “This is some nice ink, Skully.” She traced it with her index finger. Her light touch sent goose bumps down my back. My cock jumped and slammed up against my zipper.

  She looked up into my eyes. I made sure my jaw didn’t drop. “Yeah. It hurt like a motherfucker. But I guess it should if it’s there forever. That way, you don’t forget.” She pulled her small hand away. “Did I say something wrong?”

  She reached for her drink again. “No. It's okay.”

  I leaned in and ran my calloused finger down her soft cheek. “Didn’t mean to say something to make you look so sad, Tanya.”

  She leaned into my hand. “It’s okay, Skully. I’m just cranky and tired tonight. Let’s talk and share a few drinks, okay?”

  “Sure thing, Sweet Cheeks . Sure.”

  Moments later, we both turned toward the entrance of the CrowBar, as Rusty stumbled in. Tanya’s eyes were round as saucers, and her mouth dropped open. She reached into her purse and pulled out her phone. Her fingers moved over the screen as she started to text, those hot pink fingernails clicking away.

  “Who are you texting?”

  Her brows knotted, concentrating on her texting. “Magnet. Ratchet.” She tossed her phone on the table and stood up.

  I grabbed her wrist. “Where you going?”

  “I’m going to do what that piece of shit did to me.”

  I was off my chair. “Wait. Sit here for a few more minutes. He didn’t recognize my bike out front. He’s shit-faced. Probably high on meth. Wait until your Chaos brothers get here. That’s why you texted them just now, right?”

  She sat. “Okay. I’ll wait a few minutes longer.”

  We waited and watched Rusty. I was right. He was shit-faced and harassing the blonde bartender. Ten minutes had passed when I heard two sets of pipes thundering into the lot outside. It had to be Magnet and Ratchet.

  Tanya was off her chair again. “Okay, let’s do this.”

  I followed right behind her as we approached Rusty. He was hunkered down in his stool, grumbling and chuckling. Magnet came first through the front door, with Ratchet behind him.

  Tanya stood right behind Rusty. “Hi, Rusty. Remember me?”

  Rusty heard her soft voice and slowly turned around on his stool, grinning. He didn’t recognize her. Tanya’s hand shot out, right between his legs, and grabbed a handful of both balls and dick. Rusty’s eyes bulged out of his skull, and his face turned red in the blink of an eye. He yelped like a dog and froze.

  “You don’t remember me, Rusty? Well, I remember you. I remember your putrid breath and disgusting hand down my pants a few weeks ago. Is that how you treat women? How does it feel when a woman grabs you back?”

  Magnet and Ratchet were standing behind me by then, and they both chuckled. I couldn’t help but laugh along with them. The sight of Tanya gripping Rusty’s man parts was a good image to remember for a long time.

  Rusty held his breath as he struggled to speak. “Skully is not a Hound anymore. He’s protected. By Chaos.”

  She let him go, and he leaned over, gulping air back to his lungs. She turned from him and moved to stand behind me, resting her hand on my bicep.

  I pushed Rusty back up to a sitting position on his stool, grabbed the front of his cut and growled, “Yeah, motherfucker. I had a chat with Knuck. I’m out. And I’m good with the Hounds. But I’m not good with you. And neither are the Chaos Kings. Stay the fuck away, Rusty. Stay far away.” I let go, pushing him back up against the bar. “Now, pay your tab and get the fuck out of here.”

  I climbed on Skully’s bike behind him. I never rode in wedge heels before, so I made sure the soles were firmly planted on both foot pegs. I wrapped my arms around his waist. My hands pressed tight up against his T-shirt, feeling his muscled abs beneath it.

  “Take me for a ride, Skully. I don’t care where. Just ride,” I purred against his ear above the loud rumbling of pipes. I inhaled beneath his earlobe. His scent made my stomach do one of those flips, and I was suddenly wet.

  Skully kicked his heel down into first gear and rode us away from the CrowBar. I kept my arms wrapped around him and rested my cheek on his shoulder. The humid night air pushed against us. I shut my eyes and let him ride me wherever he wanted. It seemed that both Magnet and Ratchet’s apprehension of Skully being around me eased a bit after I took care of Rusty. They were there for me like they always had been. And now they knew that I was safe with Skully.

  He took me down heavily-forested back roads. I leaned with him as he took the sharp curves. He pulled into Mountain Lake County Park. It was late, and the park was secluded. He parked the bike next to a few picnic benches under huge oak trees.

  “Don’t get off. Stay right there.” He pulled off his helmet, placing it on the ground, and climbed back on the bike, facing me.

  We were tilted a bit, but the kickstand and his body kept us balanced. He leaned in and kissed me softly. His hands reached up for my helmet strap. He continued to kiss me, maneuvering his warm hands to unstrap my lid. I felt it lift off my head and land on the ground next to his.

  He broke the soft kiss and leaned back. “I’ve never met a woman like you, Tanya. I can’t stay away from you for so long. I need to see you. Just be around you.”

  We both still had our shades on, and it was a dark night. I couldn’t see his eyes, but I wanted his lips again. I grabbed the back of his head, pulling him to me and crushing my lips against his. He drove his tongue into my mouth. I inhaled deeply, my tongue colliding and curled around his.

  “Let me touch you…” he mumbled against my lips.

  “Mm-hmm,” I moaned back.

  One of his hands reached up under my blouse and glided up my stomach to my rib cage. His other hand worked on unbuttoning and unzipping my jeans as he wrestled his tongue against mine. My bra cup was shoved down, and my nipple hardened instantly. They both ached as his finger and thumb twisted and tugged on it lightly. I cried out against his mouth as his other hand glided down into the front of my jeans. His finger slid along the outside of my wet pussy.

  “Fuck, that feels good, Owen. Keep going, and don’t stop.” I breathed out.

  “Yes, Tanya. Whatever you want.” Then his warm finger penetrated deep inside me.

  I cried out as my hips gyrated against his finger, gliding it in and out. I arched my back, so his thumb and finger kept teasing and tormenting my hardened nipple. Both my hands roamed down his muscled abs, and he tensed and tightened. I reached down further and rubbed his thick hard bulge.

  He moaned. “, Tanya. I’m so fucking hard for you, it hurts.”

  “It doesn’t have to hurt; I can make it stop. I’ll ride you and make it all feel so much better.” I surprised even myself for saying something so uninhibited.

  * * *

  It would have been impossible to ride his hard cock on the bike,
leaning on a kickstand. So the next thing I knew, we were parked in front of his motel room. We climbed off his bike, hanging our lids and shades on his seat and handlebar. He took my hand and lead me a few feet away into his room.

  He led me inside and closed the door. It looked like any other cheap motel room. The bed was made, and the furniture was very retro seventies style, there was even a shag carpet. I walked toward him; he stepped back. I noticed his slight limp, but it didn’t impede his balance. He stopped when the back of his legs hit the bed. I pushed him, and he fell, landing on his back. I climbed on him and straddled his waist, caging him in.

  My hips moved, rubbing down along his hardness. Our clothes were still on, but the friction made butterflies flutter in my belly. He shut his eyes and moaned, grabbing my hips.

  “I’m going to take what I want. And you’re going to give it to me.”

  His eyes opened suddenly. “Yes, Tanya. Take what you want from me.”

  I climbed off him and began to strip. He sat up, watching me peel off my top and bra. I wasn’t trying to be slow and seductive. I kicked off my heels and shimmied out of my tight jeans. His speed in shedding his clothes matched mine. I was back on the bed, straddling him.

  My pussy was soaking wet, and I was ready. And he was rock hard and ready too. I reached down between us, guided him to my opening. I lowered myself onto his cock as he slid up inside me, slowly. We cried out together when I was fully impaled on his engorged shaft. I froze, my head falling back. He felt so good filling me up, stretching me.

  I took his hands and raised them above his head, pinning them down to the bed. I rode him, and his ass lifting off the bed and back down again, slowly at first, his rhythm matching mine. Then my hips picked up speed, and I fucked him, sliding up and down on his eager cock.

  “I can’t…hold back…I’ll come inside you…” He gritted his teeth, his voice strained. An orgasm exploded from within me, and my whole body jolted with spasms. My inner walls squeezed his cock, and I cried out.