by Kay Marie
“No problem. Get to the clubhouse and take care of yourself,” she tells me. “We’ll see you there later.”
I hug Sienna and Minx, then head out with Rascal. The ride back to the clubhouse helps me calm down even more. It’s so freeing, feeling the air blowing through my hair. When we get to the clubhouse, Rascal walks me inside.
“What can I do for you,” he asks.
“Chamomile tea and lavender in my diffuser,” I say.
“Chains,” Rascal calls out.
“What’s up?”
“Make Marley some Chamomile tea and bring it to her room,” he demands.
“You got it,” Chains replies.
We walk into my room, and I flop down on my bed. Rascal fills my diffuser up with water and drops some lavender into it, then sits on my bed.
“Do you wanna talk about what happened back there?”
“Honestly? No,” I admit. “And you can stop pretending like you care."
Before he can respond, there's a knock at my door. Rascal moves to answer it. Chains is standing there with a giant coffee mug.
"Here's the tea you wanted," he says to Rascal.
"Thanks." Rascal takes the cup, closes the door, and brings me the tea. "Is it really so hard to believe that I really do care?"
"Yes, it is." I take the tea from him, sipping it slowly. "Now, can you please leave?"
He lets out a defeated sigh. "Text me if you need anything."
"I won't need anything." I lay down, turning my back toward him. A minute or so goes by before the door opens and closes again, and he's gone.
14
Rascal
The next week, Marley barely comes out of her room. At least, she barely does when I’m around. I know she’s doing whatever she can to avoid me, so I do my best to stay out of her way. I like that she’s been coming out of her room more and I don’t want to stop that. I do miss bickering with her and ruffling her feathers.
Tonight is the Halloween party. It’ll be the first time we’ll be in the same room for more than five minutes since she had her panic attack last weekend. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about her all week. Talking with Niko last weekend didn’t help. He mentioned he spoke with Marley the day I came back from Colorado, and he’s convinced he’s her father. She hasn’t spoken to him since. I’m guessing that’s why Marley was crying when I went to her room that day, but she hasn’t talked to me.
“Yo, the party is starting soon. You dressing up?” Shade interrupts my thoughts. He looks like he stepped right out of the 1920s with the outfit he’s wearing.
“Yeah, I’m headed to my room to get ready now,” I tell him.
“Thank the gods I’m not the only one dressing up.” Shade laughs.
“I know a couple of the guys are,” I say. “Mostly y’all fuckers with Ol’ Ladies.”
“Yeah, and what’s your excuse?” He smirks.
I flip him off and walk down the hall to my room, leaving him laughing behind me. I shower and dress within thirty minutes. I slip into a pair of black trousers, a white dress shirt, suspenders, and a holster, sliding my cut on last. I take my time making my way back to the main room. When I walk in, most of the brothers are here, including ones from Phoenix, New Orleans, and the new guys from Denver. I walk to the bar to get a drink. Chains, Knuckles, and Mouse are all working the bar tonight, so Tink and Lolita can have some fun.
“Chains, let me get a beer.” I sit on a barstool. He brings me a beer and walks away.
“Lookin’ dapper, bro,” Sketch says. He’s dressed to the nines, too.
“Where’s your Ol’ Lady,” I ask.
“Same place as all the other chicks. Still at Minx’s house.” He shakes his head with a grin. “They’re fashionably late or some shit.”
As if on cue, the clubhouse door opens and in walk the women. They’re all dressed like flappers. Each one is wearing a different color dress. My eyes instantly find Marley, and I can’t take them off her. She’s wearing a black flapper dress that hugs her body in all the right places. It’s short, falling just above mid-thigh. Her tits look like they would pop out if she moves the wrong way. Between how short the dress is and the heels she’s wearing, her legs go on for days. I can’t help but imagine them wrapped around my head as I feast on her cunt.
“Fuck me,” I mutter.
Sketch turns in the direction I’m staring and chuckles. “She won’t, but good luck.”
He hops out of his seat and heads for Wren. I watch as Marley and Tink make their way to the bar. Chains makes his way back to my end of the bar.
“Want a refill,” he asks
“Yeah, and a shot of Jack,” I tell him.
“You got it.” He gets my drinks, setting them down in front of me before moving on to someone else. I down the shot and leave the bar, stealing another glance at Marley. This time, her eyes are already on me, burning with lust. My mouth tips an inch in a half-smile, and I walk toward the pool tables. Hollywood and Tech are chillin’ while Saint and Buzz play a game.
“I’m gettin’ shit faced tonight,” I announced.
“Did Marley turn you down again?” Saint laughs.
“Fuck off. I haven’t talked to her since last weekend,” I admit.
“Bet that’s been tough,” Hollywood says in a hushed tone.
I take a seat where I’m in perfect view of the bar where Marley is still standing. She’s fucking stunning in that outfit. I watch as she and Tink leave the bar, walking toward the table Sienna, Wren, and Minx are at with their guys. Ruger meets Marley at the table, her smile falling when she sees him. I chuckle to myself.
“What’s so funny,” Hollywood asks.
“Ruger can’t take a fuckin’ hint,” I tell him.
His eyes follow my gaze. “He never could. Why don’t you go be her knight and save her from him?”
“Nah, she doesn’t want that either.” I down half my beer in one gulp. The next thing I know, some of the cut bunnies are hanging all over Tech, Saint, and Buzz.
A couple hours go by, and I’ve drunk so much I’m actually tipsy. Tech and Buzz keep bringing over trays full of shots for the five of us, and I kept downing them, one-by-one. Trix’s eyes find mine and light up as she stalks toward me. I groan.
“Hey, baby,” she purrs out.
“Trix! Ras was just talking about how much he wanted a lap dance,” Saint tells her. I shoot him a death glare, and his dumb ass smirks. I let her do her thing, so I don’t have to hear her bitch. The entire time she dances, I have my eyes on Marley as she dances with Tink on the makeshift dance floor. She moves her body so seductively, knowing I’m watching her. I notice Ruger watching her, too.
When the song ends, she says something to Tink, smiling. She glances over Tink’s shoulders, her eyes landing on mine, and her smile fades. More than likely, from seeing Trix dancing on me. She says something else to Tink before turning around and heading down the hall.
I shove Trix off me and go after her before Ruger has a chance to. There’s no way I’m letting him go after her. When I think I lost her, she walks out of the hall bathroom, running right into me.
“Hey, Princess.” I grin at her.
“Romeo.” It comes out breathy, but with sass, the scent of alcohol on her breath.
15
Marley
“Why is it you’re always running into me?” I snap out at Rascal.
He chuckles. “Me? Are you serious? You ran into me.”
“Go back to your little girlfriend and leave me alone.”
Rascal gives me his stupid, sexy smirk, making my stomach flutter. “Jealous again?”
“Never have been. I don’t care what you do. I hate you.”
He leans in so he’s mere inches from my face. “Wanna show me how much?
A split second later, my lips are crashing onto his. He slides his tongue along my bottom lip, asking for permission to enter. I grant him access and he takes full advantage, sweeping his tongue through my mouth. Growling into my
mouth, he pulls away.
“Your room or mine?” He whispers against my mouth.
“Yours,” I breathe out. Rascal grabs me by the back of my thighs, lifting me up. I wrap my legs around him, peppering his neck with kisses. If anyone were to see us right now, they would get a perfect view of my ass. He walks us into his room, kicking the door closed behind us. Stopping at the end of his bed, he gazes into my eyes. It’s as if he’s throwing gasoline on the fire already burning inside me.
I run my fingers up the back of his head, sliding them into his hair. He smashes his lips down on mine. When he pulls away, he’s wearing a devilish smirk. Before I can say anything, he tosses me onto the bed.
He bites his lip as his eyes trail down my body and back up. “You look good enough to eat.”
Grinning, I spread my legs open. “Want a taste?”
“Hell, fucking, yeah.” He slips off his cut and holster, before unbuttoning his shirt torturously slow. He tosses it to the side, pulls me to the edge of the bed, and sits on the floor on his knees in front of me. He slips my shoes off my feet, then rips my panties off, tossing them to the side. Rascal trails kisses up my leg, starting at the inside of my knee and moving up my thigh until he gets to my pussy. His eyes come to mine at the same time his tongue comes to my clit.
I toss my head back, moaning. The heat of his tongue disappears and I snap my eyes open.
“Eyes on me, Princess.”
He grabs my leg, swinging it over his shoulder as he brings his mouth back to my clit. He sucks it into his mouth then slides his tongue in my pussy. Our eyes stay locked on each other as he takes me higher until I reach my peak. I grab a fist full of his hair.
“Rascal!” I moan out as I cum all over his tongue as my body shakes..
He lifts his head, licking his lips and grinning. “Oh, Princess, we’re just gettin’ started.”
I sit up, sliding my dress over my head and tossing it on the floor as he stands from the floor and takes his shoes and pants off. I reach for his boxer briefs, but he grabs my hands, stopping me.
“Uh-uh, watching you cum on my tongue got me plenty ready.” He smirks. I can’t help but look down and sure enough, his dick is standing at full attention. Well, as much as it can with his boxer briefs restraining him. “Now, lay back and we’ll get this party started.”
I scoot up the bed, still riding the high of my orgasm. I watch Rascal as he grabs a condom out of his pants and slides his boxer briefs off. He stands there with his dick in his hand, pumping it up and back down. He slides the condom on and climbs up the bed so he’s hovering over me.
“I want you to know I could eat that sweet cunt of yours all day long,” he whispers against my mouth. He rolls my nipple between his thumb and finger, pinching as he does and making me moan. “You like that, Princess?”
“Yes,” I sigh. My answer has him doing it again only harder. I toss my head back with another moan. “Ahh!”
He reaches between my legs, sliding two fingers inside my pussy. “So wet for me already.” Smirking, he sucks his fingers into his mouth, licking my wetness off them. “Are you ready for me?”
I nod my head, not able to find the words. He rubs the tip of his cock against my entrance before pushing in.
Once he’s fully seated, he pauses, letting me adjust to his size.. “Oh, shit. You’re fucking tight.”
“If you don’t start moving and fuck me, you’re going to lose your chance entirely,” I say through gritted teeth.
“So demanding, Princess.” He leans his face closer to mine and nips my bottom lip. He lifts my leg to his hip, somehow moving deeper inside me and moves his hips slowly. Painfully slow. I move my hips up, meeting him thrust for thrust, earning a half smile from Rascal. “Someone’s a little eager.”
“Someone just wants a proper fucking,” I shoot back at him.
“Do you think you can handle a proper fucking from me?” So fucking arrogant.
“Oh, Romeo, give me your best shot.”
He cocks an eyebrow at me as if to say ‘challenge accepted’ and I smirk. Picking up the pace, he starts playing with my nipples again as well. I slide my fingers up the back of his head, tangling them in his hair. Pulling his hair, I slam my lips against his. He kisses me back. It isn’t a sweet kiss either. It’s rough. It’s passionate. It’s as if he’s pouring every feeling he has for me into it. Hate. Lust. Desire. Everything we’ve been keeping bottled up is being released.
I snake my hands down and dig my nails into his back. He growls into my ear and moves even faster and harder. The closer I reach to another orgasm, the harder I scratch his back.
“Ah! Rascal, yes!”
“That’s it, Marley. Come for me again. Come all over this dick.” He pounds into me a few more times before the biggest orgasm ever hits me like a freight train.
“Oh, fuck! Marley!” he says as we come at the same time. Me calling out his name at the same time. He collapses onto the bed next to me with his leg laying across mine.
Grabbing my face, he kisses me again. “You’re so fucking gorgeous.”
He closes his eyes and within a couple minutes, he’s passed out. I fall asleep shortly after.
I’m startled awake a few hours later. It wasn’t from my nightmares that I usually have. It was more from it being too peaceful in here. Rascal’s leg is no longer across mine but his arm is now across my chest. As if he’s trying to make sure he keeps me close. I slowly slide out from under his arm and climb out of bed. I feel around in the dark for my dress and shoes, then for a shirt of his I can slip into.
With one last glance at him, I sneak out the door, checking that no one is around before hurrying to my own room. I lock the door behind me, toss my dress and shoes on the floor and climb into my bed. Falling asleep as soon as my head hits my pillow.
16
Rascal
I wake up the next morning and Marley is nowhere to be seen. I should have talked to her when I had the chance instead of falling asleep on her. I thought for sure fucking her would get her out of my system, but I want more of her already. Sex with Marley was better than any sex I’ve ever had. I wasn’t lying when I told her I could eat her out all day. Going down on a chick is something I haven’t even done in years. I wouldn’t dare go down on a cut bunny. Who knows what or who has been in those cunts.
I climb out of bed and head to the bathroom to shower. Washing away her scent isn’t something I want to do, but I also don’t want anyone grilling me about smelling like sex. I’ll shower then go find her so we can talk.
I turn the water on and brush my teeth to let the shower warm up. As soon as I’m done, I climb in.
“Ah! Fuck!” My back stings like hell. I smile, remembering Marley clawing the fuck out of me while I pounded into her. I’m out of the shower within ten minutes. I dry off and get dressed then head out to the main room for a cup of coffee. When I walk into the main room, the prospects are cleaning up and a couple brothers are lounging around, hungover as fuck by the facial expressions.
“Hey, brother.” Saint smacks my back. I grimace without making a sound, but he notices it. “What’s wrong with you? Where did you disappear to last night?”
“Nothing and I was tired of partying so I went to bed,” I tell him. What really happened is none of his fucking business.
“Yeah, alright.” He shakes his head but drops it. I head into the kitchen, fill a cup with coffee then make my way to Marley’s room.
“Rascal, Church,” Bull says before I get too far. “Grab anyone out of the main room.”
I groan inwardly. “Yes, sir.” I turn around toward the main room. “Yo, dipshits! Time for Church. Prospects, round up anyone who’s outside.”
Reaper, Bear, Saint, and I walk into Church. Bull is sitting at the head of the table with the other officers sitting in their designated spots. I take my seat and wait for the rest of the brothers to show up. I lean back in my chair, resting my head against the back and close my eyes. Marley’s face is all I see,
even when I attempt to force my mind somewhere else.
A few minutes go by and the room fills up. The Nomads are in here but our out of town brothers get to sit this one out. They’ll be leaving in a day or two anyway.
Bull hits the gavel, gaining everyone's attention. “The Torres Cartel has been sighted around town. We’re not sure why they’re back, but we need to take extra precautions. Keep the women on lockdown, especially Marley, and don’t go anywhere alone.”
“Why especially Marley,” I ask.
“I can’t give you the story why, because it’s not my story to tell. They’re who are after her and can’t know she’s here,” he explains.
I nod in response.
“The Orlov Bratva is on standby in case we need their help. Keep your women safe and watch each other’s backs. Does anyone have any questions or anything to add,” Bull asks.
There’s a round of nos and heads shaking. With another slam of his gavel, Bull dismisses everyone from Church. I go straight to Marley’s room, ignoring anyone who tries to talk to me on the way.
I pound on the door. “Mar, open up. I need to talk to you.”
She opens the door with a tear stained face.
“Shit, Princess. Why is it every time I come to your room, you’re crying?”
“I was crying from how awful the sex was last night,” she deadpans.
“That’s a damn lie and the multiple orgasms proves it.”
She fights back a smile. “What do you want?”
“Aren’t you gonna invite me in?”
She rolls her eyes, opening the door further.
“I’d love to come in, thanks.” I grin.
She closes the door behind her. “There’s nothing for us to talk about.”
“The hell there’s not and I’m not leaving until you talk to me.”
“Why? You got what you wanted. You can leave me alone now,” she states.
“That’s part of what I wanted to talk to you about.” I sit next to her on her bed. “That was all I wanted, but something’s changed. Marley, I haven’t been able to get you out of my head and that was before we had the best sex ever.”