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It was Friday night a few weeks later when I sat at the bar with Seth at a local micro-brewery called Union Brew. I had several tattoo artists working for me, along with Fiona’s brother, Seth. I gave him a job to help around the shop and book appointments. I didn’t know much about him, only that Seth and Fiona had a really tough upbringing at home and had an asshole for a father. Soon after Fiona ran away, Seth did too. All anyone knew was that he lived on the streets, fighting to survive. He came to town and found his sister Fiona. He started prospecting for the Chaos Kings and my brother Skully was his sponsor. Seth wouldn’t get his club name until he was fully patched in, but everyone started calling him Scrapper. I learned that Skully also had a tough upbringing as an orphan, going from one foster home to the next. So it was only natural to see Skully and Seth form a brotherly bond. Seth passed the motorcycle riding course and got his M-class license. The Chaos Kings all pitched in and bought him a used Harley Sportster from Torque, who owned his own bike shop called Hardcore Cycles.
We chugged down a frosty mug of the Union Brew’s new batch of beer before we headed over to the clubhouse to hang with my Chaos brothers. Seth was telling me about this horny chick he met at Mad Ink. “So, I take this girl out for a ride on the sporty. She liked the sound of my pipes and the vibration got her all turned on. I pull off the highway and down a backroad ‘cause she told me she wanted to suck my dick...”
Just as Seth was giving me the deets on his blow job, I heard a familiar female voice. My head swiveled to the sound of laughter.
There sat Lillian three tables away. There was a man with light brown hair, dressed in a suit, sitting at her table with his back to me.
Lillian stopped laughing the next second when her eyes locked on mine. Her jaw dropped.
I chuckled and turned back around to Seth. “Isn’t this just fan-fucking-tastic.”
Seth saw her too. “Isn’t that Kat’s sister?”
“Stepsister.”
“She’s a hottie.”
“Yeah, but she’s a snotty little bitch.”
We finished our beers and paid our tabs. Seth walked ahead of me as we approached Lillian’s table. She kept her eyes on me as I approached, while Seth walked ahead of me.
I stopped, placed both my palms flat on the table and grinned. “Hello, Lillian. Who’s your date?”
The dude in the monkey suit tilted his head to look at me.
Lillian stammered, “Uh. Wez, this is William Harris. He’s a client of mine.”
I saw William’s Adam’s apple bob up and down right above the knot of his tie. He offered me his hand. “Hello, Wez.”
I just ignored monkey suit boy and squinted my eyes at Lillian. “You’ll get bored with William before this day is over. And when you’re ready for a really good fucking. Time. You know where to find me.”
I winked at her, then left.
Seth was sitting on his bike out front, putting on his lid and shades. “What did you say? Did they piss themselves?”
“Maybe,” I said, swinging a leg over my bike and putting on my lid. “Lillian’s jaw was still on the table when I walked away.”
Seth chuckled then started his bike. I started mine, twisting the throttle and revving it a few times just for the fuck of it.
By the time we parked our bikes next to Magnet and Skully’s, my blood was at a boiling point. Seeing Lillian with some boy in a suit pissed me off. Nagging images crept into my head—her kissing him, his hands touching Lillian’s mouthwatering body. When I climbed off the bike, I was set on getting more info on Lillian with Magnet’s help.
I remembered the day a few months back when I had Kat ride on the back of my bike to the clubhouse. It was all just a stunt we pulled to get Magnet jealous. And it worked, because he landed a good punch to my mouth as soon as we climbed off my bike. They worked it out and ended up fucking in the clubhouse later.
Seth went behind the clubhouse bar to pour us some shots of whiskey. I grabbed a stool and sat while Magnet racked a new game of pool with Skully.
Seth handed me a cold bottle of beer, then we downed our whiskey shots. I lit up a cigar and walked over to the pool table.
“Just ran into Kat’s stuck up stepsister at the Union Brew,” I said to Magnet as he took his shot.
The cue ball struck the colored ones, scattering them on the table.
Magnet gave me the side-eye and smirked. “Did you say something to her?”
“Yeah, and she turned beet red with her jaw on the table. I embarrassed her in front of the boy in a monkey suit she was sitting with.”
“You like her!” he said, taking a drink off his beer.
“The fuck I do! She’s a spoiled rotten little bitch with a stick up her tight ass.”
Magnet spit out beer, laughing. “That’s cool, bro, ‘cause Lillian is definitely not your type.”
We all turned to the sound of Lillian’s heels clicking on the cement floor of the clubhouse.
“Oh, shit,” Magnet whispered, turning back to the pool game.
“I’ll get us another beer,” Skully said, skirting away toward the bar.
Lillian stormed right over, her pretty blue eyes full of fire. She jabbed her finger into my chest. “How dare you embarrass me like that, you dimwitted oaf! William is a client of mine.”
I took her small hand in mine. “You came in here to pick a fight.”
She snatched her hand away. “You owe me an apology!”
“You’re a little brat and you’re funny, too. I don’t owe you shit.”
She rolled her eyes, clenching her small fists “You are not even worth another moment of my time, Wez. Don’t speak to me ever again!”
Lillian turned and I chuckled while she stormed out of the clubhouse.
CHAPTER 4
LILLIAN
Like clockwork, I met my mother for lunch every other Wednesday. The restaurants were chosen and approved by my mother, of course, always needing to meet her standards—upscale with five-star ratings. Rarely did I ever miss our lunch date, but there were times we cancelled due to bad weather or if one of us was out of town on travel. This was a tradition my mother started when I graduated from college and moved out of her house a few years ago.
I was expected to be seated before she arrived, then she would make her grand entrance while being fashionably late. I loved my mother, but as I grew older, I understood more and more why my father divorced her and married Kat’s mother, Jean. I was jealous of Kat and Jean for years, because I felt my father had left me too. But he didn’t. And I saw how happy he was with Jean; she was the complete opposite of my overbearing, melodramatic, and demanding mother.
Keeping all the jealousy and that negative energy bottled up inside me was exhausting. When I looked at myself in the mirror every day, I realized I didn’t want to be just like my mother. I apologized to Kat recently and when we sat and talked, it helped to ease some of the tension we’d felt over the years. Kat met Magnet—or Noah—and in the beginning, I’d been terribly rude to him. But then I saw Kat’s eyes light up with desire and love for him...so, I gave her advice on how to make Magnet jealous. Wez letting her ride on the back of his bike did just the trick.
And Wez. The moment I saw him at the clubhouse, it felt like the earth shifted. He was completely different from the men I’d dated. I felt his sexual magnetism, and even though the giant man frightened me, I couldn’t help but pick a fight—like poking a bear. So why did I keep fantasizing what it would feel like to kiss that beast?
And when Wez pulled that stunt in the brewery just to embarrass me in front of a client, I was so angry, I could have slapped him right there.
My mother finally arrived, following the hostess to my table. She was dressed in a sexy but sophisticated cream-colored pantsuit with a blouse the color of peach, and crème colored heels. Her long chestnut hair was up in a tight bun, her makeup flawless along with her French manicured nails.
She sat down and reached for my hand from acr
oss the table. “Lillian, sweetheart, I hope you weren’t waiting too long. I’m only ten minutes late.”
I squeezed her hand. “It’s okay, Mother. I wasn’t waiting too long.”
She was actually twenty minutes late, but I wouldn’t dare complain to her about it.
The waiter approached, pouring our water and asking what we’d like to drink. Of course, we both ordered a glass of their most expensive Pino Grigio.
My stomach was tied in knots as we sipped on our wine, because I knew she would ask me about Raymond Mitchell. He was also in the same line of business as me, working for a competing real estate company. Our workplaces were tough competitors, vying for the highest bidding houses on the market in our area. Ray was attractive—tall with an athletic build, thick brown hair and dimples when he smiled. He was charming on our first dinner date, picking me up in his brand new Porsche 911 Carrera.
But after the first date at a nice French restaurant, things felt weird with Ray. He would text me and call me every day. One day he just showed up at my office and threw a fit in front of our receptionist, yelling that I had ignored his calls and messages. One late night I was sitting on my couch, reading, dressed in my comfy clothes when he showed up at my front door. He wanted to come in and talk, saying that he missed me and that he was sorry for getting angry with me at the office.
I didn’t let him inside and became frightened when he wouldn’t leave. He finally left when I promised I’d call him the next morning and go out to dinner with him again. I should have trusted my gut and just stopped communicating with him immediately, but my mother insisted—no, she pushed me to go out with Ray. “Raymond comes from a well-to-do family and his brother is an attorney practicing family law. He won’t be able to resist your beauty and style. Leave a good impression on him because my daughter will marry into wealth and prestige. You will not be like that frumpy girl, Kat, who probably spreads her legs on the first date with any blue-collar hillbilly she can find.”
He came over the next night to pick me up for dinner, but he changed the plan and insisted on coming over to share a bottle of his family’s most expensive wine, bringing me dinner instead, but after the first glass of wine, I blacked out. I woke up naked in my bed the next morning. I never told anyone.
I listened to my mother talk on and on about an upcoming cruise she was going on with her uppity friends—those wealthy divorcees who had weekly alimony deposited in their bank accounts.
“How are things with you and Ray, sweetheart?”
I felt my cheeks flush and it wasn’t from the wine. “I broke it off a few weeks ago, Mother. I just don’t have any feelings for him.”
I jumped when she dropped her fork onto her plate then pounded the table with her fist. “Lillian Michelle Moore! Raymond is handsome and rich! Oh, I get it. You think feelings matter when catching a good man. No, it has everything to do with marrying a good man like Ray before some fat, frumpy, and stupid little bitch snatches him up!”
Images from my childhood flashed in my mind—the hard slap across my face from my mother when I was ten, because I ripped the hem of my dress while playing with a girl in my neighborhood.
I took a deep breath and looked down at my food that I couldn’t eat anymore. “Yes, Mother. I’m sorry. I’ll give Ray a call tonight.”
“Good,” she said. “Say you’re sorry. Hopefully, he’ll accept your apology and take you back.”
After we ate our lunch and finished the wine, I paid the tab, as always. I gave my mother a hug and while I was driving home, I rolled my window down to feel the breeze. I wondered then what it felt like to ride on a motorcycle and knew it probably felt ten times better than just riding in a car with the window rolled down.
CHAPTER 5
WEZ
The forecast said it was supposed to be a nice sunny day, which meant a good day for a ride to the mountains out west. Plus, Seth needed more miles to ride for experience since he was still prospecting. My Chaos brothers, along with the women of the Coven, met at the clubhouse early that morning, so kickstands were up at ten a.m. for a long ride up to the mountains. I was one of the last to role in, so I parked my bike next to the others and noticed Lillian’s Lexus. I climbed off my bike, made my way into the clubhouse and spotted Lillian right away.
I gave out hugs to the Coven women—Tanya, Sam, Fiona, and Madge, the prez’s old lady. I looked over to the bar where my brothers all stood, along with Kat and Magnet. And Lillian. Only this time, she wasn’t wearing something professional like a dress or a suit. She wore a pair of jeans, a tight white top and a pair of heels. She stood by the bar chatting it up with Kat while Magnet had his arm draped over her shoulders.
Lillian’s back was turned to me and I arched a brow at Kat.
What the fuck was Lillian doing here?
Kat beamed a smile and waved me over. I growled under my breath and approached them.
Lillian turned, watching me walk toward her. She even smiled.
Why the fuck was Lillian smiling?
I reached for Kat, giving her a hug, and threw a jab at Magnet’s shoulder.
I finally turned to Lillian. “What are you doing here?”
Her smile left and she tilted her chin.
“I invited Lillian.” Kat answered my question.
Lillian turned and started marching out of the clubhouse. I caught up to her, blocking her path. “Come on, I’m sorry.”
Her brows shot up. “Oh! The big, mean Chaos King said the ‘s’ word?”
Lillian folded her arms and stuck out that hip. Damn, did she look sexy as fuck in tight jeans with those pretty eyes of hers set ablaze. All I wanted to do was get my hands in those jeans and play with her pussy.
“I’m not afraid to apologize, Lillian. I figure I owe you one this time. You look different today.”
“Different?” she asked, looking down at herself.
“Yeah, you smiled. And you’re casually dressed. You look good—really good.”
She brought that smile back. “Thanks. I should dress in jeans more often then, I guess.”
I was still curious as to why she came to the clubhouse.
“So, Kat invited you here today. Are you riding with one of my Chaos brothers?”
An image flashed in my mind of Lillian riding on the back of a brother’s bike. I didn’t like it.
“Well, yes. I asked Kat what it felt like to ride on a motorcycle, and she invited me here today.” She relaxed and looked around. “I don’t know any single men in your club—except you.”
“Then you can ride with me.” I looked down at her shoes. “But you can’t ride in those heels. They’re too dangerous.”
“I wear the same size as Kat and she brought me an extra pair of her riding boots. Oh, and she has an extra helmet I can wear. I left them in my car. I’ll go put them on.”
I walked back over to Kat and Magnet while Lillian went to put on the boots.
Magnet had a smug look on his face. I guess he saw this as payback for that time I rode Kat up to the clubhouse on my bike.
But Kat looked pissed and she arched a brow. “What is up with the two of you anyway, Wez?”
I rubbed both hands down my face. “We just rub each other the wrong way, I guess. I don’t fuckin’ know,” I grumbled.
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I climbed on my bike and was impressed at how easily Lillian climbed on behind me. I caught the scent of her perfume and it drove me fucking nuts. The Chaos Kings kicked their stands up and rolled out of the clubhouse lot. Lillian was a natural at riding. When she wrapped her arms around my waist, my dick jumped in my jeans. Why was my dick getting hard? I fucked Lillian’s mother, for fuck’s sake!
Lillian was quiet during the whole ride up to the mountains. She didn’t say one damn word. We rode for a good two hours and stopped a few times to stretch our legs and so the women could take pictures with their phones at scenic stops on the side of the main road. I stood with my brothers and lit a smoke, watching Lillian chirp away with the o
ther women in the Coven. She seemed to fit in okay with the rest of them.
My Prez Rocky came up from behind and socked me in the shoulder. “Never seen the King of Kink so pre-goddamn-occupied!”
All the brothers laughed, causing the women’s heads to turn our way. I just rolled my eyes, taking a long drag off my smoke.
When we rode back to the clubhouse, I felt Lillian wrap her arms around me a bit tighter this time. I couldn’t help but smile feeling her tits press up against my back.
I planted my feet down in the clubhouse lot and Lillian climbed off before I did. I was surprised when she wrapped her arms around my shoulders and hugged me. “Thank you, Wez. I think that was the most fun thing I’ve ever done!”
I put my hands on her small waist and smelled her perfume again. I hoped she ignored the hard bulge in my jeans. Then I looked down into her eyes. Damn. I didn’t want to let go. But she pulled away first and her face turned a shade of pink.
I cleared my throat. “You’re a natural, but since this was your first time on a bike, I went easy and wanted you to enjoy the ride.”
“Well, I guess I’m going home now. I don’t want to start drinking and end up like I did the last time.”
Lillian ran over to Kat and hugged her, then left. The party was just getting started as we twisted caps off beers and poured some shots in the clubhouse.
“Thanks for taking Lillian on the ride, Wez,” Kat said to me. “She asked me what it feels like to ride on a motorcycle, so I invited her out with us today. There used to always be this stepsister competition thing between us. I know it’s because her mother, Denise, hates my mother because she married her ex-husband—Lillian’s father. But Lillian is trying her best now to reconcile and we’ve actually grown a little closer.”
Listening to Kat helped me see Lillian in a different light. I knew how much of a bitch Denise was and understood why Lillian gave off that snobby attitude. “She was quiet as a mouse during the whole ride. I kept waiting for her to say something just to pick a fight.”
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