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

by Lawless, Linny

  Ethan chuckled. “You sure you want a piece of me?” He climbed off his stool and offered his hand to me, smirking. “Come with me. You wanna watch me kick the ass of the king of kink at a game of pool?”

  I took his hand. “Sure. You can teach me. I’ve never played pool before.”

  His brows shot up. “Oh, really?” He winked. “I’ll remedy that here for you. Right here and right now, darlin’.”

  When Ethan introduced me to Wez, he reached out and gave me a big bear hug, lifting me off my feet, and gave me a loud smacking kiss on my cheek. “He’s the one you need to watch, Fiona,” Ethan grumbled, but his eyes wrinkled at the corners, showing me that he was joking. I watched him as he set up the pool balls on the red felt table by placing them into a triangular grouping with what he called a rack. Wez stood at the other end of the table and thrust his pool stick at the white cue ball. It struck hard against the tight group of multi-colored balls, and they rolled and scattered and bumped into one another. Ethan explained to me that the strategy was to knock all of Wez’s balls into the pockets and that the black eight ball goes in last. Ethan had solid colors, and Wez had the striped ones.

  The game was over in just a few minutes as Ethan shot the black eight ball into a corner pocket. Wez shook his head, walking away. “Just gotta show off in front of your beauty, don’t you, brother?”

  Ethan shrugged his shoulders, turning to me and smirked. He beckoned me with his forefinger, his eyes gleaming. “Come over here, darlin’. I’ll teach you my slick ass-kicking moves.”

  He did the same as before, racking the balls, and breaking them from the other end of the table. He handed me the pool stick, his eyes glued to mine, and moved to stand very behind me. He reached up and grasped my forearms, pushing me to lean over the table. I arched my back a bit, raising my ass to bump against his hard crotch. He nuzzled his rough bearded cheek against mine and inhaled. “Never thought I’d have a raging hard-on while playing a game of pool. But then I never had someone as fucking delicious as you rub up on me like this.”

  I turned my head toward him. “I just can’t help myself,” I said, my voice husky.

  I tried to focus on what Ethan was teaching me, how to hold the stick, how to aim at the cue ball and how hard or soft to thrust when taking my shot. But I was distracted—his voice was so deep, and his eyes stayed on mine as he instructed me. He went back to the bar and then brought back two shot glasses, handing me one. I tilted it up and emptied it in one swallow. My eyes widened as I coughed.

  Ethan downed his, then he chuckled. “You wicked girl.”

  The burning liquor slithered down my throat, down to my belly, making me flushed and warm. And aroused. “You haven’t seen wicked yet. I feel like dancing. Right here on top of this pool table.”

  He took the glass and pool stick from me. “Then let’s make that happen.” I suddenly felt weightless as he lifted me with his strong hands. I planted my boots on the red, velvet-covered pool table while his hands slid down the sides of my thighs. “I’ll go play something on the juke that you can dance to, darlin’.”

  Magnet’s two girlfriends were the first to notice me standing on the table. They anchored their hands on their hips, their eyes glaring at me. I had seen that look many times from women before, so I just ignored them. The sound of Rob Zombie’s dark voice and the steady sexy beat of the song began to play through the speakers. I started to move my hips languidly, roaming my hands up from my stomach to my breasts, and pushing them together. My ass and hips always had a mind of their own, as they began to bump and grind to the striptease beat. All eyes in the clubhouse were on me, but mine were only focused on Ethan. He watched me from where he stood, his tongue darting out and swiping along his bottom lip, looking at me like he was going to devour me before the night was over.

  Clapping, whooping, and whistles erupted when the song ended. Ethan beamed a huge grin at me as he reached up to bring me down off the table. Ratchet’s woman, Sam, approached and leaned in toward me to whisper, “Could you teach me how to dance like that?” Her face suddenly blushed a shade of pink.

  “Sure, I can, Sam! It’s not that hard. You just need to feel the music. Feel it with your whole body.”

  She giggled. “Okay, I’ll try. But don’t tell Gunner.” Her blush suddenly disappeared, and her eyes met Ratchet’s from the bar. His brows lifted with a questioning look. She winked back at him. “Ratchet gets my pulse racing all the time. So, I want to surprise him. I want to get him going like he does me.” We traded phone numbers and planned to get together soon. It made me happy; another woman besides Destiny actually seemed to like me.

  As the night turned into early morning, everyone started to shuffle out of the clubhouse or stagger down the hall, where I assumed the bathrooms were. “It’s getting late. Some head home, some stay the night here. There are a few rooms down the hall where some can stay the night.” Gunner began to gather the pool balls again, racking them together. Suddenly, it was quiet in the clubhouse. No more music, no more sounds of the bikers’ laughter. “Let’s play another game, then I’ll drive you back to your place. You can leave your car here. I’ll bring you back to get it in the morning.”

  But I didn’t want to play pool anymore. I wanted Ethan. Right then and there. I suddenly had an idea, and I couldn’t help but grin. I told him I was going to break the seal, and he pointed toward the hall, telling me the bathrooms were at the end. I disappeared for a few minutes and came out, doing my sultry cat walk back down the hallway toward Ethan, and stopped. He was about to break a new game as I anchored a hand on my hip. He looked up then, to see me wearing my knee-high stiletto boots—and nothing else. Ethan’s aim veered off, the white cue ball missing the multicolored grouping and rolling toward me to drop into a side pocket.

  Trooper sat on his haunches by the bar, tilting his head at me as he whined. “Go take a piss outside, Trooper,” Ethan barked at him, but his eyes were still on me. Trooper trotted his way out the clubhouse.

  I walked toward him as his eyes roamed down my body. Ethan dropped the pool stick, and it clattered to the floor. He slid his leather vest off his shoulders, spreading it on the end of the table where he stood. By that time, I was only a few feet away from him. He reached out and snatched me by my hips, spinning around me to face the table. I planted my palms on his leather vest as he pressed his chest up against my back and ass. He reached around and cupped my breasts with his strong warm hands. “Naughty girl.” He slammed his hips into my bare ass. “This is what you do to me.” My breath hitched. He was hard as stone.

  He leaned away. “Spread your legs for me.” I did, arching my back, raising my ass for him to devour with his eyes. He knelt, gripping my hips, and buried his face in between my ass. I braced my splayed hands on the velvet table top and heard him grunt as his lips smothered my moistened heat. I cried out as his tongue caressed and explored my center. His fingers squeezed my ass cheeks, and I couldn’t help but wiggle and squirm on his warm, slick tongue. It continued to slide down and rub circles around my swollen nub. I moaned and shuddered as hot liquid pleasure spread from my center, and I climaxed uncontrollably on his relentless mouth.

  My breathing came out in quick pants as I turned to watch him stand. He unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans fervently and yanked them down with his boxers to his knees. My eyes drank in the sight of him as he lifted his flannel shirt. His abs were taut and lean, and his sexy V-shape directed my eyes lower to his bold manhood. He was so hard and enormous!

  “You’re wet and ready for me now, Fiona.” He was right. He grasped my hips, sliding easily inside me, slowly stretching me with his bold cock until he was buried all the way. He gingerly pulled out before ramming himself back in. I slapped a hand over my mouth to stifle my cries, but he stopped mid-thrust to growl, “No. Don’t you care if anyone hears or sees us. You’re going to scream as I fuck you the way you need to be fucked, Fiona.” I obeyed him, taking my hand from my lips and crying out as he thrust into me over and over
again.

  He leaned down, clamping his lips and teeth onto my shoulder, biting down and sucking. His groans were muffled by my skin as I felt his massive cock pulsate. Suddenly, he growled and pulled out of me, quickly flipping me around and lifting me on top of the pool table, my ass on his leather vest. “I want to look into your eyes as I come deep inside you, my beautiful witch.” I cried out as he roughly plunged back inside me, thrusting and hitting that spot deep inside me just right. Our eyes were locked as he suddenly roared with his climax, causing me to scream out as his hot semen shot up against my core.

  We were breathless as he collapsed on me. Ethan pressed his sweaty forehead onto my chest as he wrapped his arms around me while we calmed our pounding hearts. He lifted up, pulled his jeans back up, and scooped my exhausted body up in his muscular arms, carrying me down the hallway. The room he took me to was dark, but I could make out a bed that he laid me on. I slid over a bit so Ethan could settle himself next to me.

  “It’s not the Ritz-Carlton, but it’s clean and good enough for us tonight,” whispered low next to my ear. His fingers began to caress the outer curve of my breast, and my nipple beaded up instantly to his warm touch. He inhaled deeply and then chuckled low. “I could sink myself into you again right now…But I’ll let you rest. You’ve been very deliciously wicked for me tonight.” I could only make out his beard covered jawline and his profile in the light from the little lamp on a nightstand. I smiled lazily. He wanted me again just moments after he took me on that pool table. I felt sweet, warm tingles through my limbs and between my thighs.

  Trooper trotted into the room and sat by the side of the bed looking up at Ethan. “She’s mine tonight, Trooper.” He whined, then curled up on the floor. “Soon we’ll introduce Jake to Trooper. I think they’d get along really well.”

  “Who is Jake?”

  “He’s Skully’s boy. He’s a good kid.”

  “That’s nice. Is Tanya his mother?”

  “No. But she loves and dotes on him like a good mother does.”

  It made me think about my little brother, Seth. But he wouldn’t be little anymore. I also thought of my own mother. How she tried as best she could to be a good mother to Seth and me. Tears began to well up and run down the corners of my eyes. Ethan rose up onto his elbow and brushed his calloused thumb down one of them. “Hey now, darlin’. What’s wrong? You wanna tell me?”

  I just couldn’t keep it bottled up inside me any longer. I needed Ethan to hear my voice, to understand it was like for me growing up. “For as long as I can remember, my father drank too much every day. He became a monster, shouting his bible verses and punishing me for things that he saw as sinful and wicked.”

  Ethan’s head tilted. “Whatever could you have done that was so sinful and wicked?”

  “Dancing or humming along to music I played on my clock radio. Father told me, even when I was a little girl, that I tempted men because I was wicked. That I tempted him too…” Images of his hand sliding up underneath my pink dress as he made me sit on his lap. His rough, calloused fingers touching my thighs. I shut my eyes tight to block out the horrible images. “He would touch me. I didn’t want him to. But he told me he couldn’t help himself. That it was my fault.”

  Ethan’s brows bunched together, his eyes looking full of rage. “It wasn’t your fault, Fiona. You were innocent. He was a fucking monster—he doesn’t even deserve to breathe!”

  “So, I ran away. My father would stay sober for a few weeks at a time. But then something or someone would always trigger him to go on a day-long drinking binge. Then the hate and anger would come out. He would beat me or my mother and even my younger brother, Seth.

  “It was like any other night at my house. I worked at the local supermarket in town, and I came home to see my father backhand my mother across her face. She fell onto the couch, sobbing. I dropped to the floor on my knees at my father’s feet and covered my mother from another blow. I begged and pleaded for him to stop. His bloodshot eyes were full of hate, fear, and rage. He grabbed hold of me by my hair and dragged me down the stairs to the basement and locked me in that small dark closet like he did so many times before. I heard my mother screaming upstairs as I sat in that closet in the darkness, crying and suffering panic attacks.

  “Not long after, Mother came down to the basement and let me out of the closet. More shouting and cursing came from upstairs. It was Seth and Father. The side of Mother’s face was swollen, and red, blotches that looked like handprints marked her forearms. She pulled me to her and shoved two thick rolled wads of cash into my hands, ‘Take this money and get out of here, Fiona, she said. ‘Take a bus and go to your cousin Kyle up north of town. You’re not safe here anymore.’

  “We both jumped at the sound of Seth and Father yelling, then there was a loud thud. Mother grabbed me and held me tight. I clung to her and didn’t want to let go as we both cried. I didn’t want to leave, but she was right; Father was dangerous. But I didn’t want to leave her and Seth there. We crept up the stairs together and found Father was passed out on the floor. Seth was standing over him, his hands balled up into fists. He’d just turned eighteen and grown taller. That was the first time he was able to knock Father out cold. Seth turned to look at us and told me to go to leave now. I quickly wrapped him up in a hug, his body trembling so hard with pent-up rage that he couldn’t even hug me back. So, I left. I hitched a ride to the bus station and got a one-way ticket out of the town I’d grown up in, leaving behind the only family I’d ever known.

  “I lived with Kyle and his wife Maggie for about a year. Kyle is a distant cousin of mine on my father’s side. He made me feel uncomfortable from the very first day I arrived. He would look at me the way my father looked at me. Like I was tempting him in some way. I felt like I was exactly what they said I was—a wicked, sinful whore. But I loved to dance and sing, and it came naturally to me. So, I took a job at the Cheetah, so I could dance. I knew men looked at me as just an object, but I didn’t care. I could dance to my heart’s content and taught myself and trained my body to do those things I can do on that pole. Music is something you can feel, not just listen to. Tony paid us girls very well, and Destiny has been a devoted friend to me since the day I set foot in the Cheetah. And I didn’t have to worry about anyone hurting me or worry about unwanted touching from the men because Hank looked out for all of us.”

  Ethan’s brows knitted together, listening to me spill my life out to him. “Do you stay in touch with your mother and your brother?”

  I felt a lump in my throat. “Yes. I send my mother cards and letters. That’s the only way to stay in touch. Since I left, Seth got into violent fistfights with our father. He dropped out of high school and ran away. He reached out to my mother last year, and he called me on a cell phone a few times. He didn’t tell me where he was, but I knew he was homeless and living on the streets, doing what he needed to do to survive. He called me several times more, but then I lost contact with him. Neither my mother nor I have heard from him in over a year. Mother was the last to leave my father. She got a bus ticket out of Richmond just like I did. Now she’s living with my aunt Cheryl in South Carolina.”

  My voice faded. I couldn’t tell Ethan anymore. He rose up over me. I spread my thighs for him, and he settled himself between them. His hands slid into my hair, and he captured my face in his hands, staring into my eyes; his eyes were full of intense yearning and fiery need. “We’ve both been surrounded by that pitch-black darkness. I struggle with the pain in my head and the PTSD. You were hated and abused by your own father. But as of now, when you feel you’re in the dark, I’m right beside you. Don’t ever be afraid. No one will hurt you anymore. Your father, Kyle, no one. Because you’re mine.”

  I wore my gloves, leather jacket and chaps since there was a cold bite of wind against me as I rode my bike over to Fiona’s house. Even with the cold, she still wanted me to take her for another ride, and she told me she had some good news. Hearing her excited voice over the phone q
uickly lifted the dark clouds in my head. I couldn’t wait to see her, touch her, kiss her. I had to shift my hips on the seat then; I was getting a semi just thinking about all the things I wanted to do to her.

  As I made my turn at the stop sign a quarter-mile from Fiona’s house, the BMW with the CHA-CHNG tag was suddenly in my sights. It was parked along the side of the road in the quiet old neighborhood. That motherfucker was either stupid or brave. When I rolled toward the car, Kyle’s eyes went wide when he saw me. I opened the throttle, revving so my pipes thundered, and pulled over in front of his car. I kicked my stand down, climbing off and rushed toward Kyle as he frantically pushed his key fob, but I got to him before he could get in. My jaw was clenched so tight, the pain pounded in my temples as I grabbed the front of his suit jacket and slammed him up against the car.

  “If you ever touch Fiona again, or even look her way,” I hissed, “I’ll get that dog you almost cooked in your car to chew your fuckin’ balls off!”

  Kyle grabbed at my fists that were gripped onto his jacket. “You vandalize my car, take my dog, and now you want to take my girl?”

  I shook my head slowly like I did the last time when he choked on the barrel of my gun. “She’s not your girl. She never was. She’s mine, motherfucker. Now get back in your car and get the fuck out of here!” I relaxed my grip on him and let go. I stepped back so he could open his door to get in, but my fists were still clenched, just waiting for some more dumb shit to come out of his mouth. Thankfully, he kept his mouth shut, got in his car, and drove off.

  My blood pressure lowered as I pulled up in front of Fiona’s house. Trooper darted out the front door as she opened it, trotting right up to me as I climbed off the bike. I ruffled his head and took off my lid and followed Fiona. I grabbed her around the waist, lifting her up as she wrapped her arms around my shoulders, and planted a hungry kiss on her soft plumps lips. I put her down and followed her into the house, Trooper leading us. “So, what’s the good news, darlin’?”