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

by Lawless, Linny

  Watching Tanya’s sexy little body move and the sound of her giggles was a nice distraction. But I had to focus on watching over out for all of them. I stood near them, folding my arms across my chest and zoned in on any man or woman who got too close to them. I couldn’t help but crack a smile a few times, overhearing Madge tell some filthy sex jokes, bringing on squeals and giggles from the coven.

  Two hours later, I paid their tab and followed the limo to another bar a few miles away. This one was indoors, dimly lit with colorful strobe lights swimming over the dance floor and the sweaty dancing bodies. The place was packed with more people than the tiki bar we just left. I followed close behind them as Madge led the way. We weaved through the packed crowd of sweaty bodies to the bar. Madge got a bartender’s attention, yelling her order of drinks over the loud music. I took another whiskey shot with them again as Sam and Kat giggled, their alcohol consumption helping to make them feel more comfortable.

  Kat cupped her hand close to Sam’s ear, saying something that made her laugh. And that’s when it happened. The act was quick that no one noticed, but to me, it was in slow motion. A man’s hand grabbed a handful of Sam’s ass. That fucking hand was attached to a young white-collar type, douchebag, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

  Three steps, and within seconds, I moved to stand behind him. Sam whipped around to see who the idiot was that just touched her. My hand shot out, grabbing an earlobe and twisted. Hard. He let out a high-pitched cry, and his knees buckled.

  “Apologize to the lady! Now, motherfucker!” I growled into his other ear. His buddy stood to the other side of him and turned to look my way. I glared right at him. “Don’t.”

  He didn’t.

  “I’m sorry!” White-collar boy squealed out to Sam, her eyes glaring up into his.

  I twisted the earlobe again just a notch, and he squealed again. “Now I just saved your life, dumbass. Her ol’ man is a Chaos King. If he found out what you just did, he’d cut you up into little pieces and keep a few of your body parts as trophies. Now, get the fuck out of my sight!”

  Douchebag squealer was gone, as his buddy followed close behind, maneuvering through the crowd. I turned back to Sam.

  She was smiling at me. “Thanks, Skully. You’re not going to tell Ratchet, are you?”

  “Hell, no! It’ll be much worse for me than what that motherfucker just got. It’s my job to keep all of you safe tonight. So, no, it can stay between us. Is that okay with you?”

  “Yes. And you are keeping us safe tonight. I wouldn’t be able to have any fun if we didn’t have Chaos watching over us.”

  “I’m not a Chaos King. I’m just a prospect.”

  “But you will be a Chaos King someday, Skully. I know you will.”

  Tanya placed her hand on my shoulder. “What happened?”

  “Some asshole just did a stupid thing and touched Sam. But after tonight, his earlobe is going to need some fuckin’ stitches.”

  “Oh, my god, Sam. Are you okay?”

  “Yeah. I’m okay, Tanya. Skully took care of him,” Sam replied, beaming a pretty smile.

  Even after what just happened, Sam didn’t want to leave the bar just yet. So, we stayed, and Skully kept his watch over us as we finished off a few more drinks and danced. My feet hurt like a son of a bitch from the standing and dancing all night long. It was midnight by the time Skully paid our tab, and we all climbed back into the limo and to the clubhouse. Despite the incident with Sam, the coven had a fun time. We giggled, with Madge telling us dick jokes on the way back to the clubhouse. I kicked off my sandals and switched on the tiny lights that ran alongside the interior of the limo.

  I was horny as hell all night long for Skully, just knowing I was safe and the coven was protected. He was always nearby, with his arms crossed over his hard chest, wearing his prospect patch. Often, our eyes met, and the side his mouth lifted in a smirk, as we both had dirty thoughts running through our minds, knowing just how good we made each other feel. I would picture him wearing the full Chaos Kings MC patch, and my panties were soaked.

  The limo driver took us back to the clubhouse and gave both Madge and Honey a ride home. I wanted to stay the night with Skully at the clubhouse, and I was in no shape to drive.

  We were alone in the room he slept in, and I stripped off my clothes as fast as I could. I fell back onto the bed, my arms above my head. I was totally naked. I arched my back and purred, “Can you leave your cut on while you fuck me, Owen?”

  His eyes roamed over my body, and he had begun to take off his cut, but stopped and shrugged it back on. “Sure, baby. I’ll keep the cut on as I pound my hard dick deep into that sweet pussy of yours.”

  He undid his jeans and shoved them down to reveal that sexy V-shape of his hips. His cock sprung free, and he covered my body with his. I inhaled his male scent as his lips latched onto my neck. His wet tongue darted out to taste my skin. His lips nipped and sucked, bringing goose bumps to rise along my entire body. I gasped as his teeth clamped down and bit me right at the juncture of my neck and shoulder.

  “My dick has been hard all night for you.” He groaned against my neck, making my nipples so hard, they ached.

  “Well, what are you waiting for? Give it to me.”

  He gripped his thick rod and sank it inside me as I cried out. He fed me what I was hungry for all night long. He raised himself above me and pinned my wrists down to the bed. His hips began to grind, his cock stretching me, filling me. “Here you go, baby. Take all of me.”

  My hips bucked and writhed in rhythm with his as he pounded into me. His mouth covered mine, muffling my cries and moans. His hips ground and rubbed against my swollen nub.

  “Yeah, baby. Come on my cock!” his deep, warm voice commanded, and my climax was so intense, I screamed. We looked into each other’s eyes as my orgasm pulsated around him. He groaned, his voice low and thick with emotion. He spasmed inside me as he climaxed, before he collapsed on top of me, releasing my wrists. I wrapped my arms around him, trying to steady my breathing.

  “I want to fall asleep just like this,” I whispered breathlessly. Then his breathing grew even and steady, matching mine.

  * * *

  “That’s what happens to girls like you.”

  Another sharp painful cramp rocked me to my core. It’s dark. I was freezing. I wrapped myself in my arms as I buckled and leaned over with the onslaught of more pain.

  Wetness. I raised my hands. Wet, dark blood covered them.

  * * *

  “Tanya, baby. Wake up.” Owen’s husky voice penetrated through my sleepy dream. My eyes flew open. He was perched on his elbow, looking down at me, his brows drawn together.

  Another painful cramp. I shut my eyes tight, but the tears came. I sat up suddenly and ripped the blanket that covered us. Dried blood caked my inner thighs to match the dark stain underneath me. Owen saw it too. His hand reached up to cup my cheek. “It’s okay, baby. Let me get something for you.” He climbed out of bed and went down the hall to the bathrooms. He returned and lay back in the bed next to me with a warm, wet washcloth. He began to wipe the dried blood from my thighs.

  My hand shot out to stop him. “Don’t.”

  “It’s okay. I know some guys freak out about women’s periods. Not me, though. It’s one of those magical things about women. It’s nature. Just relax.”

  I let go of his hand, and he continued to rub the warm cloth on my thighs. It was comforting and brought me back from the bad dream. I wiped tears away with the palms of my hands. “Sometimes, when I get the awful cramps, they haunt me in my dreams. A reminder of the pain. The abortion. The miscarriage.”

  He leaned in and pecked my temple with soft kisses. It soothed me.

  Then I remembered I had a morning shift to work at the salon. “Shit! I’m going to be late. And I just got this promotion!”

  “You’re going to call in sick today, and I’ll drive you back to your place. I don’t want you on your feet all day, dealing with those cramps.�
�� I didn’t argue with him. I really wanted to be in my bed, and I wanted him in it with me.

  I called Honey and told her I was having one of those days. She was a bit hungover from the night before too, but she said that she’d work the salon for the day with the other stylists. I gave Owen my car keys, and he drove me back to my apartment. He said he’d take care of the sheets and would also take the day off to spend it with me.

  Two months had passed, and I was proving myself to the Chaos Kings as a prospect. I showed up for rides with the club at least thirty minutes early. Club members came to me when they needed help with their bikes. Sam and I kept it on the DL over what happened at the bar that night, and she even put a good word in for me to Ratchet.

  I was on time with my clubhouse dues and rent to the treasurer, Shrek. He was a big hulk of a man, as big as Ratchet, except he was more laid back and easy-going, and he didn’t wear a brooding scowl on his face. He liked to joke around, but when things got serious, he did too.

  It was another Friday night, and I was stocking the beer fridge and the liquor shelves. I knew what each member liked to drink and made sure the clubhouse was fully stocked. The sun was lowering behind the trees in the parking lot as a few of the Chaos brothers started pulling in and parking their bikes.

  Shrek had been there for a while as he stood at the jukebox, pushing buttons on the screen with his thick fingers, scrolling through the alphabetized song list. His mouth was clamped down on half a cigar, and he looked irritated. “What the fuck, prospect? What happened to my song “Say Fuck It” by Buckcherry?”

  I wiped down the bar with a wet rag, emptying out ashtrays. “I don’t know, Shrek. The jukebox dude was here last week. I guess he changes up the song lists on that thing.”

  Shrek turned to face me. “Goddammit, prospect! Call that motherfucker and tell him to put it back on here!” Something was wrong. I’d never seen him get so wound up over something as trivial as a song on the jukebox. “Fuck it,” he said, pushing a button for a different song. He headed over to the bar, grabbed a stool, and sat in front of me.

  “I’ll call him today to get that song back on there for you.”

  “Pour me some tequila, prospect,” he grumbled. I turned to grab a bottle of his favorite and heard the thunder of more bikes pulling into the lot. Some were noisier than usual, revving their throttles, as they parked alongside each other. The Chaos Kings were ready to throw down a few that night.

  I came from around the bar as they marched in together, Rocky in the lead. They all glared right at me with pissed-off expressions on their faces. What were they pissed at—me? I didn’t know, but it sure as hell felt like it.

  Wez reached me first, socking me in the shoulder. “Just keep your mouth shut, prospect.”

  “You fucked up, prospect!” Rocky barked, moving past Wez to stand an inch away from my nose. He didn’t blink, just glared into my eyes.

  I wasn’t sure how I fucked up, but I didn’t want to piss the Prez off more than he already was. So, I did as Wez told me—I kept my mouth shut. But my jaw clenched. Rocky just stood there for only a few seconds, but it felt like a whole fucking hour. Then he blinked and the sides of his eyes crinkled as he chuckled. “Just bustin’ your balls, prospect. You looked like you were gonna shit your pants!” His head flew back, chuckling even louder.

  I exhaled loudly, not realizing I was holding my breath. “Could have, I guess.”

  “Did you have a hearty nutritional breakfast, lunch, and dinner today?”

  Rocky and everyone else was acting so fucking strange. Then he grabbed me by the shoulders with his beefy hands. “Cause as of this very moment, you’re not a prospect anymore, Skully. You’re now a fully patched-in member of the Chaos Kings. You’re our brother now.”

  Wez held out the two patches that made up the Chaos Kings Motorcycle Club patch; the top with Chaos Kings and the center with a grinning skull wearing a Viking helmet, set above two crossed battle axes.

  Wez had a shit-eating grin on his face as I took the patches from him. My throat felt dry, and I swallowed, hoping I wouldn’t lose it in front of them. I was a club member now. A brother. A Chaos King.

  “It’s good you ate something today because tonight is your patch-in party, brother. Don’t disappoint.” Wez called me brother.

  I knew it was going to be a long night celebrating. Shots were passed around at the clubhouse, then we rose to the Cheetah Club where I received several lap dances, thanks to my Chaos brothers. And I knew it would somehow get back to Tanya, but I hoped that she would be okay with it.

  Sam had texted me early in the day that Ratchet told her to get the word out to the coven that we all were going to celebrate Skully becoming a Chaos King. I was handling a customer at the register and squealed when I read her text. I hurried back to my apartment after work, took a quick shower, primped and got dressed to get to the clubhouse by eleven o’clock.

  Skully had been the poster boy of what a good prospect was supposed to be. He put the Chaos brothers before himself every day. He put me on that pedestal too. He even helped out as a road captain on some of the rides; I was so proud to sit on the back of his bike. Sometimes, he would look at me like I was the center of his world—his eyes all fiery and gleaming, making me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world. When I was with Matthew, he’d made me feel like I was biker trash. Skully made me feel like I was a hot-as-fuck biker babe.

  I picked up Sam on the way to the clubhouse. She had never been to a patch in party, and she was just as excited as I was. I’d been to a few and knew Skully would have to pull through his first night partying hard as a Chaos King. I knew his brothers would take him to one of the local strip clubs, and yes, I knew he would get plenty of lap dances. I felt just a little sting of jealousy, picturing beautiful naked women rubbing all over him. But I also knew it was only part of the celebration. Owen was Chaos now. And I had a permanent smile on my face driving to the clubhouse.

  The coven arrived first, along with Magnet’s two blonde friends with benefits, Brandy and Becky. They stood together at the jukebox picking out songs. They were both pretty with curvy figures; BFFs who clung to Magnet on the weekends. I’d only spoken to them a few times, and they seemed okay and just kept to themselves except for being touchy-feely with Magnet. Sam and I went behind the bar, handing out beers and filling up shot glasses for the coven. Then we heard the loud roar of pipes as the Chaos Kings pulled in a few minutes later.

  I took a shot of Patrón as Skully walked in. His limp was a bit more noticeable, only because he was already pretty shit-faced. The red lipstick on his cheek was the next thing I noticed as he stood in front of me with a wide grin on his face.

  “You’re going to have to rub that lipstick off your cheek before I congratulate you, Skully,” I said.

  He raked both his hands through his short messy dark hair, looking down at his boots. “Ah…Yeah…Sorry about that, Sweet Cheeks…”

  I couldn’t keep a straight face anymore and snorted out a giggle. “It’s okay. I know what happens at these patch-in parties.” I grabbed fistfuls of his T-shirt and pulled him to me, claiming his mouth. “Congratulations, Skully. You’re a Chaos King now.”

  He wrapped his arms around me and staggered a little bit too. “Thanks, Tanya. I belong here with Chaos. I belong here with you.” And at that moment, I realized that it was true. He did belong with me.

  I leaned away. “I wanna go mess with Magnet and Wez.” I grabbed his hand, leading him over to the pool tables where Wez and Gunner were setting up a game.

  “Hey, my pretty girl.” Wez pulled me into his hard chest, giving me a warm bear hug.

  “Did you all have fun tonight getting your new brother all shit-faced? And how many tits were smashed into his face tonight at the Cheetah Club?” I sounded as serious as I could, but my eyes couldn’t hide my smile.

  “Plenty of tits! Tits galore!” Wez chuckled.

  I looked over at Gunner as he stood chalking his cue stick, seem
ing deep in his own world. Wez reached over and sucker-punched him in the shoulder.

  He stumbled back. “What the fuck man?”

  Wez pointed two fingers at Gunner’s eyes, then back to his own. “Where the fuck you at, man? Still thinking about that delicious red-haired siren at the Cheetah?”

  Gunner raked a hand through his dark hair. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Are we playing a game of serious money betting pool here, asshole, or are you just gonna play with your own dick?”

  Wez’s head fell back, and he let out a loud booming laugh, then leaned down to mumble in my ear. “Gunner was mesmerized by a red-haired beauty dancing at the Cheetah Club tonight. He’s probably still sportin’ a chubby.” He planted a sloppy kiss on my forehead, grabbed his pool stick, and broke the first game of pool. I watched as the cue ball smacked into the triangular set of colored balls, scattering them all over the table. Gunner did seem a little distracted. We all knew he loved looking at beautiful women, but he just admired them from a distance. And he did like the color red. His Road King was cherry red. Maybe the red-haired exotic dancer captured his attention.

  I left Gunner and Wez to their game and walked with Skully back to the bar. The coven circled him, and we all shared a shot of tequila to celebrate. Then we passed him around the giggling circle, planting heavy caked-on red lipstick kisses on his face. By the time he staggered back to me, he was grinning from ear to ear, lipstick stains covering both cheeks, chin, and even a few on his forehead.

  Long after midnight, Skully couldn’t walk straight and was stumbling everywhere, looking like a toddler learning to take his first steps. I led him into his room, and he crash-landed on his bed and was out cold the moment his head hit the pillow. I took off his books and lifted his legs onto the bed. I stripped off all my clothes, pulled on one of his T-shirts and climbed into bed next to him.