by Kay Marie
I’m in the zone, focusing solely on the music and throwing punches, I don’t even notice Marley at first. I move around the punching bag and stop when I catch her in my line of sight. She’s wearing cropped yoga pants and a sports bra, running on the treadmill. Pulling my headphones out, I walk to the treadmill. She takes hers out but doesn’t stop running.
“You doin’ alright,” I ask.
“Yeah. Minx and Raze went into town, so I thought I’d come get a workout in, too.”
“Mhmm.” My eyes roam down her body and back up.
“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” She throws at me.
“I’d like to do a lot more than that.” I grin. “Why don’t you stop running and let me show you?”
She slows the treadmill down to a stop and stares at me with a challenging gleam in her eye. I take a step closer to her, grab the back of her thighs and pick her up, her legs wrap around me. I turn around, shoving her against the wall. Crashing my lips on hers, I swipe my tongue across her bottom lip. Her lips part and I deepen the kiss. She attempts to lift her hips only for me to pin her to the wall with mine, grinding my hardening cock against her. The thin fabric of our clothes is the only barrier between us.
Marley bites my bottom lip then pulls it into her mouth, sucking on it briefly before letting it go. I let out a groan. Grabbing a fist full of her hair, I pull her head back, kissing and biting her neck.
“Cameron,” she moans in my ear. I lift her sports bra up, letting her tits free. Sucking on one, I pinch her other nipple, rolling it between my finger and thumb. Her hand goes to my hair with a tight grip, the stinging sensation driving me forward. Lifting her off the wall, I move her to one of the benches, laying her down. My eyes rake over her body as my dick strains against my shorts.
She sits up, taking her bra off and tosses it to the floor. I follow suit, taking my shirt off. Her hands come to the waistband of my shorts, tugging them down enough so my dick pops out, standing at full attention. She takes it in her hand, sending chills down my spine. Pumping her hand up and back down, she looks at me through her eye lashes and I damn near fall apart right there.
“Uh-uh, Princess.” I pull out of her grip, tucking myself back into my shorts and she sticks her lip out, pouting. I put my hand to her chest, laying her back and kneel in front of her. My hands go to her waistband as I bite the inside of her thigh through her pants.
“Ahh,” she moans. I pull her pants down to her ankles. I tease her clit with my tongue then lightly blow on it, making her skin break out in goosebumps.
“Keep teasing me and I’ll have no choice but to repay the favor,” she sasses.
I laugh. “Oh? You think so, huh?”
“I know . . .” Before she can finish, I suck her clit into my mouth making her moan again. I slide two fingers in her pussy.
“Already so wet for me.” I pull my fingers out, sticking them in my mouth and sucking her juices off them. “So sweet.”
“Cameron,” she whines.
“Tell me what you want.”
“Fuck me,” she tells me.
I smirk at her, grabbing a condom out of my wallet and stand.
“Stand up,” I say, holding my hand out to her. She takes my hand and complies, stepping out of her yoga pants. Grabbing the condom out of my hand, Marley kneels in front of me as she pulls my shorts down. She takes my dick in her hand and swirls her tongue around the tip before taking me in her mouth. I drop my head back with a moan as my cock hits the back of her throat.
All too soon, the warmth of her mouth is gone. I look down as she opens the condom and slides it on. I hook my hands under her arms, lifting her to her feet, crashing my mouth down on hers. She moans into my mouth. I turn us around without breaking the kiss and sit on the bench. She pulls back, her eyes hungry with desire.
Straddling my lap, she lowers herself onto my dick. I have to fight back taking control and let her do her thing. Her hand comes to my chest, pushing me back so I’m laying down as she moves her hips.
“Fuck, Princess. You feel so good.” I smack her ass and she moves faster. I press my thumb to her clit and rub, helping her reach her climax.
“Cameron!” she moans out. I grab her hips, bouncing her on my cock a few more times before I growl out my release. She climbs off my lap and starts getting dressed.
“Where the hell are you going?” I sit up, watching her.
“To take a shower. Feel free to join.” She winks and takes off upstairs. Chuckling, I slip my shorts on and go after her.
26
Marley
We spend the next few days hanging out around the house. We talk, play board games, and watch movies, enjoying our time away from the chaoticness of the clubhouse. I love being at the clubhouse and around everyone, but being away and having the chance to really get to know Rascal has been amazing. I know the real challenge will be when we go back and he’s around the temptation of the cut bunnies. I trust Rascal. It’s that bitch Trix I don’t trust. I’ve decided I’ll put her ass in place if and when I need to. As long as Rascal really wants a relationship with me that is.
“You really love it out here, don’t you?” Minx sits in the chair next to me.
I take in the scenery. “It’s extremely peaceful out here. I haven’t had peaceful in years.”
“I hate the circumstances that brought us here, but I’m glad you don’t hate it here. How are you doing? About Chains and everything?”
“Honestly, I hurt pretty bad. Aside from Tink, he was my first friend in the clubhouse,” I tell her.
“He was a good kid. He would have been a perfect addition to the MC.”
“He was so excited to get patched in. The club was his life.” My eyes well with tears.
“It’s not the way any of us wanted him to get his patch, but he without a doubt earned it.” She pauses for a beat. “We should start a memorial wall in the clubhouse. A wall with pictures of fallen brothers.”
“I think that’s a great idea,” I say.
“We can talk to Prez about it when we go home.”
“If he’s your dad, why do you call him Prez?”
She shrugs her shoulders. “I grew up around the club, with everyone always calling him Prez. It became a habit calling him that. I usually only call him Pops when no one else is around.”
“That makes sense. What was it like growing up around all of it?”
“It was like having tons of brothers and uncles around all the time. For the longest time, Rivet and I were the only girls around. We could have gotten away with murder around all those men.” Minx laughs. “The MC has always been one big family and that always showed.”
“That’s about the complete opposite of my childhood,” I admit.
“What was yours like?”
“It was always just me and my mom. We lived in California my whole life, but moved around quite a bit. She worked two or three jobs just for us to get by, but always managed to be there for class parties and field trips,” I tell her.
“Your dad wasn’t around?”
“Up until recently, I didn’t know who my dad was.”
“Until recently?” Her eyebrows furrow.
“Apparently, Niko knew my mom way back when and he thinks he’s my father.”
“Niko, as in the Sovietnik of the Orlov Bratva?”
“Yup, that’s the one,” I deadpan.
“Wow, didn’t see that coming.”
“Neither did I.” I let out a humorless laugh. We fall into a silence after that.
“Knock, knock,” Rascal says from behind us. I turn around to him standing in the doorway. “You ladies doin’ alright?”
“Great.” I smile. “Just having some girl time.”
“That’s good to hear. Raze said something about a Fall Festival with a carnival happening this weekend,” Rascal tells us.
“Oh! We saw flyers for it when we went into town the other day. It looks like a lot of fun,” Minx says.
“I’ve never been t
o a carnival before,” I admit.
“What?” Rascal and Minx say in unison.
“We need to change that,” Minx insists.
“It started today. Why don’t y’all do what you need to get ready and we’ll go,” Rascal says.
“Really? We don’t have to worry about anyone finding us,” I ask.
“Nah, it’s safe and it can be our first official date,” he tells me.
“Our first . . . what? Are you being serious right now?” I fight back a grin.
He pushes off the doorway, taking a couple steps to close the distance between us. “Hell yeah, I am. I told you before I want us to be more. I plan on doing everything I can do to show you I mean it.”
I lose the battle and smile at him. Standing, I move in front of him and he wraps his arms around my waist. I reach up on my tippy toes and plant a kiss on his lips.
“What was that for,” he asks when I pull away.
“Just because.” I wink at him. “Come on Minx, let’s go get ready!”
“I’ll meet you in your room. I’m going to grab a few things from mine real quick,” she says as we walk into the house.
“Are we going to the festival?” Raze says from the couch. He’s flipping through channels on the TV.
“Hell yeah, we are,” Minx replies. I giggle, walking into my room. Our first official date.
“What do I even wear to a festival?” I say to myself. I look through my closet at the clothes I brought. I settle on an oversized army green sweater with a pair of my fleece lined leggings. It’s not super cold out, but I know once the sun goes down, it’ll be even colder. I finish the look with a pair of brown cowboy boots. There’s a knock on my door as I’m pulling my boots on.
“Come in,” I call out. Minx walks in looking sexy as always.
“Oh, girl! Look at you!” She’s grinning from ear to ear. “Ras won’t be able to keep his hands to himself when he sees you.”
I let out a nervous giggle. “This isn’t anything special. He’s used to seeing half naked women.”
“Which makes your outfit even better. You got skin tight pants on, but your ass will be playing peek-a-boo with that top. From what I’ve noticed, he’s got a thing for your ass.” She winks at me.
“Thanks for the confidence boost.” I laugh. I head into the bathroom to do my make-up, sticking with a more natural look.
When I walk out of the bathroom, Minx does a cat call. “I stand by my previous statement.”
I shake my head with a smile as we walk out of my room to the guys.
“Well, hey there, hot stuff.” A smile breaks out across Rascal’s face. He grabs my hand and twirls me. “You look gorgeous.”
Heat rises in my cheeks. “Thank you.”
“You are so welcome.” He kisses my forehead. “You ready to go?”
“Let’s do this!” Excitement courses through my body.
27
Marley
We get to the festival around two in the afternoon. We walk up to the entrance, stopping at the ticket booth to pay our entry fee. There are booths upon booths of different craft vendors. So many of them have Thanksgiving and Christmas things.
“Hi! Entrance is eight dollars for adults. You can buy tickets for rides here or at a booth inside. Games take cash and there are ATMs scattered through out the festival,” the woman working the ticket booth states.
“Can we get unlimited ride passes,” Rascal asks her.
“Of course! It’s five dollars per wrist band.”
“We’ll take two, please.” He hands her two twenties. She counts out his change before putting our wrist bands on.
“Thank you and have fun!” She hands us a map of the festival and we step aside so Raze and Minx can get their tickets. Once they’re done, we start our trek through the vendor booths.
“I hope you’re hungry,” Rascal says to me.
“Why is that?”
“Because you’re gonna be tryin’ a ton of carnival foods.” He smirks.
“Bring it on.” I wink at him.
“There are so many cute things here,” Minx says. “We should come back tomorrow to buy some things.”
“That would be awesome. I wouldn’t mind getting some Christmas decorations for my room at the clubhouse,” I add.
“We’ll see,” Raze tells Minx.
We come to a booth where they sell homemade candles.
“Oh! I love candles.” I walk up to the table and check out what they have. I pick one up labeled Calm. The description says cedarwood and orange. Taking the lid off, I inhale the scent. “Mmm, this one smells fantastic!”
“Let me smell.” Minx sticks her nose in the candle and I giggle. “That does smell good!”
I smell some Christmas scented candles, finding a few I love.
“We can come back tomorrow to buy some if you want,” Rascal whispers in my ear.
I smile. “I’d like that a lot.”
He plants a kiss on my cheek and we keep walking. If I get the chance to buy all the things I want, the truck will be packed.
“There are so many amazing things here,” I say.
“Am I gonna have to limit you to what you can buy?” Rascal laughs.
“Probably!” I giggle. “It’ll be hard to narrow it down though.”
The closer we get to the carnival part, I notice there’s live music. The scent of deep fried foods filling the air causes my stomach to growl.
“What’s on the itinerary first, Romeo?”
“Some kettle corn and then we ride some rides.” His face resembles the face of a kid walking into a candy store.
“You love these things, don’t you?”
“Hell yeah. We grew up going to rodeos and carnivals every other weekend. It was practically the only thing there was to do,” he explains.
“I’ve never been to a rodeo,” I admit.
He stares at me, eyes wide.
“To be fair, I’m not from Texas, remember?”
“I’ll let that one slide, but we’ll be fixin’ that once we’re back home,” he promises. “We should figure out what else you’ve been missin’ out on. You probably have a whole bucket list of things.” He chuckles.
“Ha-ha. The sad thing is, you’re probably right,” I agree.
“You poor, sheltered, Princess,” he teases.
I swat at his arm playfully as we get in line for the kettle corn booth. They have a menu with maybe twenty different flavors.
“We’ll get two bags. A bag of traditional and whatever other flavor you’d like to try,” Rascal tells me.
“Hmm.” I mull it over, reading the menu. There are a bunch that sound delicious, like caramel, cinnamon roll, dark chocolate peanut butter, triple chocolate and white cheddar. “I want to try the cinnamon roll one.”
“Good choice. I’ve never tried that one,” he says. Once we get to the window, Rascal tells the girl our order. He hands her some cash and she gives him our popcorn. I take the cinnamon roll one, opening it right away.
I pop a piece in my mouth and moan. “Oh my God!”
Rascal stares at me. “Don’t do that.”
“What?”
“Moan like that,” he says.
I laugh. “Sorry, it tastes fucking amazing. Here, try some.”
I hold the bag toward him, gesturing for him to take some. He grabs a few pieces, tossing them in his mouth.
“Holy shit. You were right.”
I give him a smug grin. “That happens a lot. Get used to it, Romeo.”
“That mouth is gonna get you spanked if you’re not careful,” he warns.
“You promise?” I wink and a smile stretches across his face.
“Do the two of you need to get a room?” Minx jabs.
“Nope,” I say.
“Maybe,” Rascal says.
Our different answers make Minx and Raze shake their heads and laugh.
“What rides are we checking out first,” Minx asks.
“Marley needs to experience the
m all,” Rascal tells her. “Let’s start with the Music Express.”
We walk over to the ride they decided on. The Music Express. Watching the ride while we stand in line, it rotates in a circle over a hilly track, going forward at first, then switching and going backward.
“This better not make me throw up,” I tell Rascal. He laughs in response. It gets to be our turn. We show the guy our wristbands and head on in, picking a random car and climbing in. The ride starts out slow. The faster it gets, I slide into Rascal. Every time I try to scoot back to my side, I can’t. I begin laughing uncontrollably. By the time the ride is done, I’m in tears from laughing so hard. We climb out and head to the exit.
“What did you think,” Rascal asks.
“I would definitely ride that one again.” I can’t fight the smile on my face.
“I’ll keep that in mind.” he chuckles.
We go on to ride more rides, like the bumper cars, the scrambler and a roller coaster. Once we hit most of the rides, we go into the fun house. That was interesting to say the least.
“Riding all those rides made me have to pee,” Minx says.
“Me too! Let’s find a bathroom,” I agree.
“There’s one by all the concessions,” Raze informs us. “We can get more food while we’re over there.”
“I’m fucking starving,” Rascal adds.
We get to the concession area and Minx and I head straight to the bathroom. We are in and out as quick as possible and wash our hands. We’re about to head back to the guys when Minx pauses.
“I swear they attract women with or without their cuts.” She rolls her eyes. “Come on, let’s go save them.”
I hold my arm out, stopping her. “Hold on. I want to see how Ras handles this.”
His back is to me, but by his body language, I can tell he’s not amused. The girl talking to him doesn’t seem to notice, or she doesn’t care. He turns his body so his back is to her. Irritation is written all over his face as she walks around and keeps talking to him.