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Club Comrade (Secrets Within A Club Book 1)

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by Michael James


  “Whose daughter, are you?

  “I guess you need to live in Nevada to know the Blackwell name.” she giggles. “My father isn’t a good person, Blake. He is involved in a lot of crime.”

  “Listen we have to go. The sooner I get you out of town, the less chances we have of anyone seeing us.”

  “Where are we going?”

  “To my buddy, Porter’s club.”

  It’s been a long day and I need sleep before I leave in the morning. Porter has been kind enough to let Carmen and Scarlett stay here until I say it’s okay for them to leave. He has them set up in their own rooms and told them to make themselves at home. The women have been welcoming and I think they were playing board games when I left them at the club house.

  I turn out the light and I hope it doesn’t take me long to fall asleep. I let out a grunt when there is a knock on my door. I just want a couple of hours to rest.

  “Blake.”

  “Yeah?”

  “I never got to thank you for saving me.”

  “You don’t need to thank me. It was the right thing to do.”

  The light comes on and I go to say something, but then Carmen climbs over my legs and straddles me. She bends forward and kisses me. I close my eyes and think back to the day I got to kiss her like this. I wanted her mouth on mine, so I could remember her forever.

  “Blake,” Bo says, pounding his fist on the other side of the door.

  “Go away.”

  “I can’t Billy has been shot.”

  Chapter 12 ~ Carmen

  Blake went running out of the room at the news of Billy being shot. I decided to stay in the room because if I were being honest, I don't give a shit about Billy. I don't care about Club Comrade, Harper Chapter or even the damn club my father is in charge of. I'm so over the trouble that comes with being in a club. Someone is always getting hurt, or drugs are stolen, guns are sold to anyone with money. I left Nevada to get away from this shit. That is until I ended up with Chad Harper. Something else in my life that wasn't controlled by me. I didn't have a choice. I wasn't asked if he was the man I wanted to marry. My father just took it upon himself to sell me to Chad since he was the highest bidder.

  My life and freedom were the price for my father's debt. He was in deep, deeper than I thought possible for a man who acted like king shit. He always had to have expensive cars, bikes, and the biggest house up on top of the hill so he could look down at all the people he called low lifes. I'm the one suffering. I'm the one who had to give up everything. I literally lost the one and only thing that matters the most to me.

  I dry my tears on the sleeve of my shirt when there is a knock on my door. “Pull yourself together, Carmen. You cannot let anyone see you weak,” I mutter to myself. I get off the bed and check myself in the mirror before I go over and open the door.

  “I was sent to come and get you. Dinner is ready in the dining hall.”

  “Thank you, but I'm not hungry.”

  “Oh, but the dinner is in your honor, Mrs. Comrade, you must come.”

  “My honor? Why is there a fuss over me?”

  “To celebrate your marriage, yeah?”

  I roll my eyes. Another choice taken from me. “Will my husband be there?”

  “Yes, Mrs. Comrade.”

  “I will be right there.”

  “Hurry dinner will be served in five minutes. Porter frowns upon tardiness.”

  I close my door. Jesus, Blake is going to keep me locked up in a dictatorship? Do all the women bow down on his command? I sure as hell am not going to. I've had it with men telling me what to do. Somewhere I have to learn to draw a line. I should have done it years ago, then my life wouldn't be such a living hell.

  When I get to the dining hall, I expected it to be full of club members, but it isn't. It is just Porter, his wife, Scarlett, Bo and Blake. I watch as they sip on their drinks and have a friendly conversation. When I enter the room, Blake stands and pulls out the chair next to him. I narrow my eyes at him and wonder why he is acting like the sweetest caring guy there is.

  I take my seat and remember back to when I first met Blake. I met him on a bridge and the next day at the tattoo shop three years ago. Those three days together were the best days of my life. He saved me from doing something very stupid. He has no idea what he did for me that weekend.

  “Carmen, I hope you know Blake and I go way back. We will take good care of you and your mother. You are safe here as long as you stay put.”

  I look to Blake, “What does he mean my mother?”

  “We went and picked her up. She is in her room resting.”

  “Why would you do that?”

  “Because you said she was in danger. I won't let Chad get to her.”

  “She has a medical condition and her nurse comes to take care of her.”

  “I know, the nurse was there while we were. Everything is set for her to visit here.”

  When is this going to end? Will I ever get my life back? I only want to be able to do tattoos, live a quiet life and not have someone telling me what to do. I just want to be Mrs. Comrade and be happy. I close my eyes at that thought. Since when do I want that?

  I throw my napkin down on my plate and run from the room. Blake will never want me once he finds out everything that has happened after those three beautiful days.

  “Carmen, stop.”

  I keep running, but I don't get far when Blake's arm wraps around my waist. I cough at the impact when he stops me. He picks me up and carries me out of the hallway. I hear the sound of a door slamming shut behind us. Blake's arm is gone and then a light is turned on. He stands with his back to the door.

  “Your safety matters to me, Carmen, and if you tell me your mother's life is in danger as well, I'll protect her too. It's all my fault after all. I'm leaving in an hour to go home. I am hoping you stay put so I know you are safe.”

  “What happens when the coast is clear? Will I matter to you after that?”

  Blake reaches for me and pulls me to him. His fingers tangle in my hair as he kisses me. I gather his shirt in my hands and push it up. He breaks the kiss, so I can finish removing it. He spins me around and my back slams into the door. His fingers find the hem of my tank top and in a flash, it is gone. His lips are soft when he kisses the tops of my breasts. I reach behind me and undo the hooks. Blake fills his hands, taking my nipple in his mouth. I throw my head back and close my eyes. I've waited so long to have him touch me like this once again. I need, and want him inside of me. I need him to fill my pussy with his cock. I want him to remember what we shared. I need him to fuck me now, before he hates me.

  “You will matter to me,” he says close to my ear.

  “I need to feel you inside me, Blake.”

  At that moment, he lifts me, and I lock my feet together behind his back. I bite down on his neck as he carries me over to the washer. When my ass hits the cold metal, he makes quick work of my jeans. Once he frees me, he kisses the inside of my thigh. I lean back, God I want this so badly. Please don’t let him stop again. I let out a low moan when his tongue licks my pussy lips.

  “You taste just how I remember. Sweet like a peach.”

  My head goes back as he sucks my clit into his wet warm mouth. I inch closer to the edge and the cold metal cools my heated skin. Blakes fingers plunge into my pussy, finding my G-spot. My thighs begin to shake. I haven’t orgasmed in so long. I hear the door handle rattle, please don’t stop, I beg silently. I don’t care if they stand here and watch as long as Blake doesn’t stop.

  Blake’s mouth is gone, his fingers removed from my warm pussy. I want to scream, but then he undoes his jeans and lets them fall to the floor. I forgot just how big he is. His cock stands tall and I want to touch it, run my tongue from the base to the very tip then suck the head into my mouth. I lick my lips ready to jump down from the washer when he picks me up from under my arms. I wrap my legs around his waist. My back slams into the door once again. Lifting up slightly I then slide down on his la
rge shaft and stop when he is so deep my breath is taken away.

  Blake thrusts into me like a madman and I am loving every second of it. I want more. The deeper into me, the better. I want to know tomorrow when I walk that he was inside me. I want him to make me his forever like it should have been years ago.

  I lean forward and take his earlobe between my teeth. I bite down, and then I let out a moan. “Fuck me like you want to, Blake. I won’t break. I want you deeper and harder.”

  Blake adjust his arms and puts them under my legs. He pumps into me faster as his cock slams into my pussy. “Play with your clit, Carmen. Cum on my cock.”

  I do as I am told. I put my finger to my clit and rub them in circles. Blake breathes heavily as he holds my weight and fucks me the way I remember. I close my eyes and my lips part as I throw my head back.

  “No way, Sweetheart. Open those eyes and look at me when you cum.”

  Licking my fingertips, I then massage my clit again. I stare into Blake’s eyes as my thighs shake and my stomach muscles tighten. I let out a moan, then bite my bottom lip as I cum. Blake takes one last thrust, shoving his cock deep inside me, filling me with his seed. I close my eyes for a brief second, maybe it will happen like last time.

  Blake sets me down, once my feet hit the floor he hurries to get dressed. I stand here dumbfounded. “Carmen, get dressed. Don’t you hear my sister screaming my name?”

  I hadn’t noticed, I was still lost in an orgasm cloud. I hurry and get dressed when Blake puts his hand on the door knob. When he opens the door and steps out I follow him.

  “Blake, I have been calling for you.”

  I look down at the kid holding Scarlett’s hand.

  Chapter 13

  When I step out into the hallway, my sister is standing there holding a little girls hand. She's a cute kid. I look back at Scarlett as Carmen bumps into my back. Scarlett’s eyes go big when she realizes I wasn't alone. The three of us stand here, in silence. Well, four if you count the kid. Carmen steps around me, crouching down to the little girl. They smile at each other like they are friends. The girl reaches out and touches Carmen’s plum-colored hair and giggles. When Carmen stands up, Scarlett narrows her eyes and puckers her lips. Oh boy; my sister is pissed at something.

  “Is there a reason you were yelling for me?”

  Scarlett takes her eyes off Carmen to look at me and they go right back on Carmen, and she says, “I need to talk to my brother, alone.”

  “Do you have a problem?”

  “I didn't, but I do now.”

  Carmen gets back down to the little girl’s level, “Want to take a walk with me?” She nods her cute little redhead.

  “Don't go far, Carmen.”

  When they are out of earshot I say, “What the hell is your problem?”

  “You said this was a fake marriage. Now you are sleeping with her?”

  “So, what? It isn't really any of your business who I stick my dick in.”

  “You're unbelievable.”

  “Scarlett, why the hell were you screaming my name?”

  “Did you know Porter and Jessica have an orphanage here?”

  “No and I really don’t care.”

  “Well, today they are giving the kids rides. Porter wanted me to come and find you to see if you'd help out.”

  “I'm getting ready to go home.”

  “Yeah, it looks like you are packing. Just come help give rides then you and your pretend bride can leave.”

  “She isn't coming with me. You better not treat her like shit when I'm gone. Don't forget, Scarlett, she helped save your life.”

  “Whatever.”

  Scarlett, walks away and goes to get the little girl from Carmen. I follow close behind. Why the hell do I need to give rides to kids? What if he or she falls off? Why would they trust me, it's not like they know who I am?

  I step outside and someone already has my bike out. I walk over to the group of kids and clap my hands together. “Who wants a ride?” A million me’s come shouting out of about fifteen kid’s mouths. I point at one of them and tell him to follow me.

  Firing up my bike, the kid jumps up and down close by, excited to get a ride. I put the kickstand up, and the boy gets on. Turning the throttle slowly, my bike takes off. He yells for me to go faster. I take him a few times around the compound, before dropping him off and getting another kid. I make sure every single one of them got a ride, even the smaller ones. The smaller ones I put in front of me. I was too nervous they would fall off.

  When all the kids got a ride. Jessica made sure I joined them for snack time. I tried to protest because I should have left by now. But when you have kids joining in on her begging, how could I say no.

  “I can't wait until I'm an aunt.”

  “Good luck with that, Scarlett.”

  “Awe, but you were so good with them, Blake.”

  “I'm not in the right place in my life to have a kid.”

  “Where is your bride?”

  “I don't know. Did you scare her off?”

  “No, Asshole, I didn't.”

  “I am kidding. She went to get more cookies and milk for the kids.”

  “You like her, don't you?”

  “Yeah, but it doesn't change anything. Once I know she's safe, I'm letting her go.”

  The kids are all enjoying their cookies. I watch as Carmen helps out with the younger ones. She seems like she has the most patience with the one that has been crying for the last ten minutes. If that were me, I'd be pulling my hair out. If this is what having kids is like, I might never have one. I am not sure I would want a kid growing up in the club anyway. Not unless I can get it back to how it started. But the way things are going, I don't see that happening anytime soon.

  “Hey, Blake, thanks for helping out.”

  “No problem, Jess. How long have you and Porter been doing this?”

  “Just shy of three years.”

  “So shortly after I was here last?”

  “Yes, I believe so. Why have you been away so long?”

  “Club shit is always happening.”

  “Well, we have missed you.”

  “Same, Jess. Listen, I need to go. I will be back as soon as I can.”

  “Be safe, Blake.”

  “I will. Do you think you can keep an eye on Carmen? I think she might try and bolt.”

  “I will do my best.”

  I give her a kiss on the cheek and say, “Thanks.”

  I motion for Scarlett to come over to me, so I can say goodbye. I give her a hug and then make my way over to Carmen. I walk up behind her and lean in to her ear. “I'm taking off. Please don't get the crazy idea in your head to leave.”

  She doesn’t turn around, she just says, “Be safe, Blake.”

  I step around Carmen when I stand up straight, I squint my eyes. “What the fuck?” I say louder than intended.

  I walk at a very fast pace over to the corner of the room. I stop short of a small boy drawing at a kids table. I haven't seen this kid around all night. He looks up at me, and his blue eyes meet mine. I feel as if I'm going to get sick. It is like staring at a picture of myself at his age.

  “Holy shit, it's you, Blake.” My sister says.

  I cannot move. Someone tell me I am seeing things. This isn’t real.

  “What are you looking at?” I feel Carmen’s hand grip on my arm. “Holy mother of God, it's our son.”

  “Tell me I misheard you?”

  “I can't. We have a son, Blake. I think my father stole him from my room two week after he was born.”

  Carmen moves past me, and I grab her arm. “I have a kid?”

  “Yes. I know that is him by the brown birthmark on his neck. Let me go.”

  “Fuck you, bitch.” I push her, and she stumbles. I pick my kid up, and I walk the hell out of the orphanage.

  Chapter 14

  I have been on the road for the last twenty-four hours with a kid that I basically kidnapped. He's been a good kid riding in front of m
e all these hours. He hasn't complained, cried or done anything bad at all. He let me know when he's hungry and when he needed to stop for a potty break. He's been no trouble at all. I feel shitty for ripping him away from Porter’s care, but he is mine, and I am not giving him back. The only way he will ever go back is over my dead body.

  When I walked across the room to him, my gut already knew my life was about to change. It is as if I knew he was my kid before I even saw his face. The way my heart pounded in my chest, it felt like it would explode. When I saw my son's face for the first time, I was angry, not at him of course, but at his mother. A weird part of me was extremely happy to be a dad. I knew from that moment on, I would do whatever it takes to protect him. So, I did what I thought was best. I picked him up and walked out of the room with him in my arms. I heard his mother begging for me to stop. I heard my sister as well. I could care less what either of them has to say. Scarlett would tell me to stop and think about what I was doing. Carmen, who knows what she would do and as far as I'm concerned, she can go fuck herself. She's never getting my son. She's has had plenty of time to tell me we had a kid together. I could have been there for her and him his entire life, but instead I've lost seeing him even being born. I can never get those first two years of his life back.

  Pulling into the nicest place I can find to get a few hours of sleep, I park my bike and put my son down on the ground. He looks up at me with his big blue eyes, and his white blonde hair, watching my every move. I kick my leg over my bike then reach out my hand and he grabs it. We walk towards the hotel and I realize I don't know my son's name. I stop and get down to his level. “I'm Blake. What is your name?”

  “Cole.”

  “I like your name, Cole. How about we go and get some grub and sleep.” He nods his little blonde head yes.

  Cole and I got a room then I took him down to the restaurant where we got breakfast. We had pancakes and bacon with orange juice to drink. After we were finished, we stopped at the hotel’s gift shop where I bought us a few things. I found Cole a sweatshirt and matching pants. I also picked up a windbreaker for him at a truck stop a few hours after I took him. I kept him warm all night with my leather jacket, but a few times he pushed it off, and I almost lost it flying down the road going sixty-five. So, sweats will be good for him.

 

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