Mountain Misfits MC: Complete Box Set

by Voss, Deja

  I’ve always trusted him, and he’s never let me down, I remind myself.

  That was before you slept with him, my inner voice also says.

  Where ru? Another text comes through.

  I’ll meet you at the hotel. Reservation is under Salazar, I reply.

  Hopefully, I’ll be there, unpacked, showered and asleep, before those two morons check in. Maybe if I’m lucky I can get the receptionist to downgrade their room to one on a different floor than mine. I finish up my beef jerky and Diet Coke and toss my trash before getting back on the highway.

  Chapter 20

  Brooks:

  I know she’s probably in one hell of a horn tossing mood right now. I kinda sprung this whole situation on her without so much as a simple explanation. The fact that Morgan’s hanging all over me, and I’m doing my best trying not to act repulsed about it, is just one more layer of fucked-up-ness to this whole scene.

  Everything is going exactly as planned.

  Everything down to the dramatics at the meeting, icing her out, pissing her off. Sometimes you have to hurt the ones you love in order to help them. I know she’s going to probably hurt the hell out of me if I don’t clear things up quick.

  I dump Morgan in the hotel room and tell her to stay put until I get back. I walk down the hall to the room where Esther is staying and pound on the door. I can hear the TV through the thin walls, but other than that, nothing.

  “Esther!” I yell, loud enough to scare the woman standing in the hallway talking on her cellphone. She ducks inside her room and I hear the door slam behind her. “Open this door right this second or I’m gonna open it for you.”

  “What gives you the right?” she screams, throwing the door open. She’s standing there in nothing but a big fluffy white towel, her long red hair dripping wet all over the carpet. “To pound on my door and start yelling at me? Go the hell back to your date, or whatever you want to call her.”

  She goes to swing the door shut but I catch it in my hand, prying it back open, looming over her. Seeing her pissed off and soaking wet, I struggle to keep my dick under control. It’s like the perfect combination of scary and sexy, and she wears it better than anyone I can imagine.

  “Got your attention?” I ask, letting myself inside, slowly closing the door behind me and locking the deadbolt. “Or do you want to pretend like you’re ignoring me still.”

  “I’m not pretending,” she quips. “I AM ignoring you. You do what you gotta do, Brooks. I’ll be in the bathroom.”

  She’ll come around in a minute. I know I’ve given her more questions than answers, and I know she’s not just gonna let this drop. She slinks off into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her. I hear the whoosh of the hairdryer, and I sprawl out on the queen-sized bed with a groan, my boots hanging off the edge. My back is stiff from riding all day.

  “Why are you still here?” she shouts, peeking out of the bathroom door before slamming it shut again. I’m not going anywhere. Not until she hears me out.

  I go to the bathroom door and knock softly on it.

  “Esther, I’m gonna order room service. You want anything?”

  “I want you to go away,” she says, through the crack in the door. “And I want a cheeseburger and fries. Can you make sure they bring ketchup? I need it or I’ll die. And a Diet Coke.”

  I can’t help but chuckle as she slams the door tight again. At least she’s speaking to me, even though it’s like a cashier at a fast food restaurant. I earned this. I know I did. But when she finds out what I did, I know everything will be ok.

  I call downstairs for room service. Everything is on Salazar’s tab, and I make sure I take full advantage of that, just like he thinks he’s going to take advantage of her. I don’t even particularly like lobster tails, and I sure as hell don’t care for the weird local IPAs with shit floating in them stocked in the mini fridge, but fuck it.

  She finally makes her way out of the bathroom, her body swimming in the giant white robe.

  “Come here,” I say, motioning to the bed. “Sit down so I can talk to you.”

  She’s resistant and sits in the chair on the other side of the room. She grabs the remote and starts flipping through the channels on the TV, not even looking at me.

  I sigh. I clear my throat. I’m not good at silence, and I’m definitely not good at personal space, especially when it comes to her.

  “You gotta hear me out, Esther.” I grab the remote from her hand and turn off the TV.

  “Listen, Brooks. I have to work tomorrow. I just want to eat some food, watch some movies about people getting their faces ripped off by zombies, and pass out. I don’t want to listen to whatever weird story you want to tell me about why you brought a date with you so you can babysit me while I fuck some guy for guns tomorrow. Maybe it’ll make you feel better about your choices, but I’m not going to give you that luxury. So either shut up or go back to whatever you were doing with Morgan.”

  “Oh trust me, she’s not waking up for a long time,” I say. She looks at me with shock and disgust.

  “Did you drug her?”

  “She drugged herself. I just dangled the carrot in front of her face. I can’t help if the woman can’t say no to a handful of random pills.”

  “Jesus Christ, Brooks,” she sighs. “So she’s passed out. So now you’re gonna harass me? Do you have any more of those random pills?”

  “I’m getting you out,” I blurt out. “Well, Gavin and I are getting you out. We’re doing what we should’ve done years ago.”

  “So you brought Morgan to replace me. You really think it’s that simple? You really think I haven’t thought of doing something like this a million times?”

  “Yes,” I say. “I’m sure you have. But you never had anyone to help you. You never had our support. And it is that simple. A hole is a hole, isn’t it?”

  “Get the fuck out of my room,” she says, her voice deep and low, her hands trembling. She stands up from her chair and pushes my chest.

  “What?” I shrug.

  “It’s not about a hole is a hole. It’s not about the sex, Brooks. That’s incredibly insulting, and the fact that you even think that makes me sick.” She’s on the verge of tears.

  I wrap my arms around her and hug her to my chest. “I didn’t mean it like that. I know that you do a lot more for the club than just spread your legs and make it rain money. I know that you have gotten us out of a financial pinch more than once, that you’ve used your talents to help us make alliances and connections. But it doesn’t have to be that way. These men don’t deserve to have you. They don’t deserve to hurt you. And they’re not doing it anymore.”

  “You don’t understand,” she cries into my chest. “It’s my destiny. If you take away my usefulness to the club, then you take away who I am.”

  “That’s not how this is going to work, Esther. You will always be the most important woman to the club. You’ll always have a place.” I kiss the top of her head and just let her cry in my arms. Her dad has her so warped, so broken, that she thinks she’s nothing more than a piece of meat we can dangle in front of men to get them to do whatever we want.

  She doesn’t realize how smart she is. How kind she is. How creative and clever and good at doing business she is. I don’t know how to make her see it, but I’m going to figure it out.

  “We have muscle, Esther. We have finances. We have connections. We have dirty birds flapping their wings around the clubhouse who would be more than happy to take on a little side hustle. And we have the toughest and most diplomatic lady I ever met sitting at our table. It’s time to start changing things. You think your grandfather wanted to see you like this?”

  “No, he wouldn’t,” she says, pulling away from me. “But my grandmother taught me better than to throw another woman under the bus for your own gain. My grandmother taught me to uplift other women and stick together. I’d never wish my life on any other girl, even if they didn’t know any better.”

  I can’t i
magine living a day in her mind.

  The burdens she carries.

  The weight of the entire club on her shoulders. She looks so small standing there in front of me, and all I want to do is scoop her up in my arms and tell her everything is going to be ok. Instead, I press my lips to hers, kissing her the way that I’ve been craving all these years. Kissing away her worries.

  “It’s going to be ok,” I tell her. “These are not your sins. These are not your problems. These are all of our problems, and we’re going to solve them. I promise.”

  There’s a knock on the door, and she smiles through her tears.

  “You hungry?” I ask.

  “I’m starving. But I’m still mad at you. You and Gavin were total assholes to me at the meeting the other night.”

  “First of all, I was not. I didn’t say a fucking word, which was damn near impossible because I thought I was going to crack up the whole time watching Gavin try and pretend like he knows how to be mean. Second of all, it was all for show, and you know it. How else do you think we can keep Moses under control while we get this sorted out? You know how much he loves when you guys fight.”

  “I don’t like surprises,” she scolds.

  “You sure?” I ask.

  I let the room service guy in and he wheels in a cart with our food. In the middle is a giant slice of chocolate cake with a huge scoop of ice cream on top.

  “You’re fucking cheesy,” she says, shaking her head. I hand her a spoon.

  “And you’re fucking easy.”

  Chapter 21

  Esther:

  It’s sweet that he wants to protect me. I’ll give him that. I know that him and Gavin have been looking for a way to take back the power of the club from my dad and give the Misfits a fresh start, but something about this isn’t sitting right with me.

  We sprawl out on the king-sized bed, stuffing our faces and flipping through the channels. I guess if nobody’s gonna be seeing my naked body tomorrow, I don’t really have to worry about the chocolate cake baby that I know I’m going to be rocking once I’m through.

  We haven’t talked at all since our hookup, and obviously things were made awkward by the fact that this weekend was looming overhead, but right now, I feel like I have my friend back. A friend who looks sexy as fuck in jeans and a black t-shirt, laying here on the bed with me, making me laugh while I drown my sorrows in ketchup.

  I clean up the plates, putting them back on the tray, and I can tell he’s watching my every move. I can feel the gaze of those gorgeous blue eyes of his burning a hole in my bathrobe, and I don’t exactly hate it.

  Hell, just the way he swung open the door to my hotel room with that take no prisoners attitude he has was enough to make me wet. I had to lock myself in the bathroom for fear I’d just hate-fuck him on the spot.

  Maybe I still will. Now that I don’t have to worry about accommodating Salazar tomorrow, I suppose I have room for someone else. I can tell by the way he’s smiling at me, he’s thinking the same thing.

  “You good now?” he asks, biting his lip, making those fuck me eyes as he sits up on the bed.

  “I don’t know if I want to be good,” I say, straddling his lap. “I’m finding out that being bad has proven to be a lot more fun. Stealing wallets, blackmailing people; hell, I just threw a temper tantrum and got chocolate cake in return.”

  “You know you don’t have to go through all that effort with me,” he says as he begins to slowly trace his fingers down the sides of my neck, pulling my robe off of my shoulders. “I know a million ways to make you feel like a bad girl. You don’t even have to try.”

  He brings his lips to my collarbone, slowly dragging his teeth to my shoulder, and I throw my head back and groan.

  “You know how hard it was driving here today with a full-blown boner because I knew I’d get to spend the whole night alone with you in a hotel room?” He tugs on the tie of my robe, slowly undoing it while he looks into my eyes.

  “Little cocky, aren’t ya? How’d you know I’d even let you in?”*

  “Little cocky, huh?” He laughs. “At least you can pretend. For my ego.”

  He pulls my robe down off over my shoulders, exposing my bare breasts, and I’m sitting there on top of his lap in nothing but a pair of polka-dotted boy shorts, which I’m sure are drenched all the way through. I’ll never get over the way he looks at my body so adoringly, like seeing me naked is a gift. It’s cute.

  Cute because I know what comes next. When his gaze turns from adoring to commanding, when that sexy and scary switch inside him flips, and the wild mountain man bad boy biker comes out of hiding. I feel his dick pressing through his jeans, poking into the back of my leg. He rolls me over onto my back and I yank on the hem of his shirt, pulling it up over his head, exposing his perfect chest, his ink, those light blond hairs that only reaffirm to me how manly he really is.

  How lucky I really am that this man is kissing my breasts, pressing them together as he alternates between each of my nipples, drawing them into hard peaks as I squirm underneath him. How lucky I am as he kisses down my stomach, sending shivers down my spine with his hot breath slowly teasing my sensitive skin. He roughly grabs the elastic of my panties, sliding them down my thighs, his mouth never leaving my body.

  Kissing down, slower.

  Kissing down lower. My toes curl, and he spreads my legs wider and wider, so that my glistening mound is only centimeters from his face. He smiles up at me and winks. His beard grazes my trembling thighs as he kisses all around my needy pussy. My hips, the tops of my thighs, I’m about to lose it with this endless tease.

  I wrap my legs around him, urging him to give me what I want. When his tongue hits my slit, I nearly fly off the bed. His mouth feels so good, expertly parting my folds, drawing lines up and down from my clit to my crack, swirling his tongue over every sacred spot between my legs.

  I know with him the more patience I have, the more worth it it is. As much as I want to grab him by the back of his long blond hair and guide him right to my clit, as much as I want to cum all over his face without any regard, I also know it’s in my favor to let him do his own thing. Let the climax come to me. We’ve been playing a waiting game our whole lives. What’s five more minutes of tease and torment.

  He slides a finger inside my quivering pussy, circling my depths. My eyes roll back in my head, and I feel my walls clenching around him, begging for more.

  “You taste so good, Esther. I could do this all night,” he growls, before darting his tongue over my sensitive nub.

  “Brooks,” I moan, thrashing wildly. He uses his palm to pin me to the bed, to keep me here, to let me know exactly who’s in charge. He pulls out his finger and I feel him tracing it down my crack, circling the outside of my darkest, tightest spot. The place where no one has touched me before. My hard no place, even with the most impressive of clients.

  “I’ve never…” is all I can muster. The sensation is so new, *not bad, but definitely foreign. Almost a little uncomfortable. I instinctively try to squeeze my legs shut but he doesn’t relent.

  “You don’t have to play, girl,” he says. “I don’t care and you know it.”

  “I’m serious,” I tell him. “It’s just a thing I guess.”

  “Do you want me to stop?” he asks.

  “No,” I say. “I want you to have it. I want to give it to you.” I mean it, too. Maybe our lives have gotten fucked up at some point, maybe because of things we had control over, maybe because of things that just had to happen. But if I know one thing, it’s that this was the man I wanted to lose my virginity to, and if this is the only one I have to offer him, it’s all his.

  He grins up at me, a knowing look, and I run my fingers through his hair.

  “I’ll be gentle,” he says.

  “I don’t want gentle. I want you. I only want you.”

  He brings his face back to my clit, his finger tapping around the base of my hole, slowly circling it, slowly writhing its way in as he laps away
. I feel him enter me to his knuckle. It hurts a little, the pressure of something so unfamiliar.

  “Relax,” he whispers, my thighs trembling. “You’re going to be ok.”

  He slides the rest of the way in as he presses his tongue to my throbbing clit, and I feel like I’m being thrown from a cliff. Diving off the rocks into the water below for the first time. I’m cumming, I’m wailing, I’m higher than I’ve ever felt before, and he just keeps on pushing.

  “Fuck me, Brooks,” I beg. I don’t care how or where; my brain is a puddle right now. “I need you inside me.”

  He takes off his belt, slides down his jeans, his boxer briefs, I lick my lips at the sight of those gorgeous muscular thighs, that perfect cock pointing right at me, I want all of it inside me.

  He scales my body, his rippled abs pressing into me, his cock lining up with my dripping pussy.

  “I can’t last much longer. You’re so fucking perfect. So sexy and wet for me.”

  He slides his cock into my aching pussy and I feel complete. Again, I shatter. Again, I lose it. Waves of orgasm rip through my body. Every time this man makes me cum it feels like the first time all over again. I can’t believe I let myself miss out on this for so long. Feeling his full girth stretching me, he thrusts in and out of me slowly, catching my moans in his mouth as he fills me with his tongue.

  I feel his cock throbbing inside of me, and he thrusts deep, hard, pinning my hips under his as he unloads inside me, filling me with his seed.

  I wipe the sweat from his brow and he rolls me on top of him, staying deep inside me, hugging me tight.

  It feels so right, like this is the most natural thing in the world. Still, something is weighing heavy on my mind.

  “Do you think I’m a shitty person if I let Morgan do this tomorrow?” I ask, catching my breath, my sweaty body shivering in the air-conditioned room. “Do you think she realizes what she’s getting into?”

  “I don’t think you’re a shitty person, ever, Esther,” he says. “You could stab me in the face with a machete and I’d find a reason to apologize to you. And yes, she’s a grown woman; she knows exactly what she’s getting into.” He brushes my hair out of my face, kissing me on the forehead, cradling my chin in his hand.