Sweet Sin: A Wild Hawks MC Romance

by K. S. Ellis

  'So that's where it is,' he muses, almost under his breath, and I glance over with a small smile. I think he's either just discovered the clitoris, or the G spot. Either way, I'm pretty sure his sex life is about to heat up.

  Aric had to go somewhere, and Strafe was pretty evasive when I asked him about it. I'm pretty sure he's with Bruiser, probably torturing someone from the Phoenix chapter. He doesn't really talk to me about all that, and to be perfectly honest, I don't really want to know. I've come to terms with who he is, and the things that he has to do, even when they fall on the wrong side of the law and, you know, morality. But I still don't really want to know the logistics.

  Strafe is still my bodyguard, and I have a feeling that he'd rather be on his motorcycle, instead of stuck in the truck, driving me around, but he hasn't complained so far. He insists on coming into the consulting room with me, which is just mortifying, especially when I have to answer questions about my sexual activity. He is standing over near the door, and I can see the red flush coloring his cheeks. He's blushing so much that I can see the color creeping down to meet the tattoos peeking out of the neckline of his tee shirt.

  As we make our way back to the clubhouse, he can't even look at me, and I'm pretty sure he just found out way too much about me and Aric and our sex life to ever feel comfortable looking me in the eye again. I almost feel bad for him, since I know that it wasn't his choice to have been in that room with me, rather that he was following orders, either Holton's or Aric's.

  Killer and Conrad are playing a game of pool when we walk into the clubhouse, and as I head upstairs to our room, I can hear them calling out to us.

  'How was the doctor's office, you learn anything, Strafe?' Killer calls, the teasing tone obvious in his voice. I blush, and glance over my shoulder at Strafe, knowing that he learnt way too much. He flushes as well, which doesn't go unnoticed by both Killer and Conrad, and they ramp up their teasing.

  'Did they have to do an examination?' Conrad starts laughing. 'Did you cop an eyeful?' Strafe flushes even more, which, as far as they are concerned, is just confirmation, even though he saw nothing of the sort.

  'Cop an eyeful of what?'

  The laughter drops off Conrad and Killer's faces, and Strafe looks like he just wishes the floor would open up and drop him down into hell already. Aric is crossing the bar, and he does not look amused.

  'I didn't see anything,' Strafe stammers, backing up as Aric stalks him like a lion stalking a gazelle. 'They didn't do an examination.'

  'Just fuck off, the lot of you,' Aric snarls, before coming to a stop in front of me, reaching for my left arm. Sliding his hand along it, his fingers trace over the pale, tender skin, and I shiver. Then he leans down, his fingers gripping my waist, his breath hot on my neck.

  'Let's go put that new birth control shot to good use,' he whispers, and my shivers amp up. He picks me up, tossing me over his shoulder, and as he walks over to the stairs, I smirk and wave cheerily to Strafe, who pales, and then flushes an ever brighter red, as Killer and Conrad laugh and start to tease him again. As a laugh bubbles up through my throat, Aric slaps my ass, and then we round the stairs and the bar drops out of view.

  Aric kicks the door shut behind us with his foot, before dropping me lightly onto the sofa, coming down on top of me, his lips devouring mine. I wriggle until I'm on top, straddling his waist, and he sits back as I smile against his mouth, remembering what I wanted to do the moment my cast was off and we were alone. I kiss my way down his throat, tugging off his shirt before I continue kissing my way down his torso, occasionally darting my tongue out to taste him.

  He shivers, and I end up on my knees between his legs, undoing his belt and tugging down his jeans, his cock springing free. He groans as I wrap my hands around the base and lick the tip. His fingers tangle in my hair as I suck it into my mouth, taking in as much of it as possible as he sighs with pleasure. Swirling my tongue around the tip, I suck it like a lollipop, before loosening my jaw and starting to bob up and down as he groans and his hips begin to thrust up lightly.

  'Lena,' he murmurs, and I can tell that he's getting close. 'Angel, that feels so good.' I continue to pump him with both my hands, before dropping one hand to his balls, massaging them lightly and he growls, his breath coming out in pants.

  'Lena,' he warns, but I ignore him, taking as much into my mouth as I can as another growl rips through him and his hips buck convulsively as he comes. Swallowing quickly, I let his softening cock pop out of my mouth, before I sit back, licking my lips as I smile seductively up at him. He gazes back at me, looking a little bit dazed, his eyes clouded with desire.

  Aric stands up, slipping me out of my lavender-sprigged dress, taking a moment to admire my royal blue lingerie before stripping that off too, so that I'm standing naked before him. Then he quickly sheds his clothes and I feel my eyes widen when I see that he’s already hard again. Then Aric kisses me, his tongue slipping into my mouth as he walks me backwards until I feel the cool mirror pressed up against my naked body and I shiver. Breaking the kiss as he starts to smile, he spins me around so that my front is pressed to the mirror, before using his feet to kick my legs apart and thrusting into me from behind. My forehead leans into the mirror as I hear myself moan with pleasure. His forehead presses next to mine as he traps me there, my hips slapping against the mirror in time with his hard thrusts. The mirror in front of our faces fogs up with our breaths, and I can feel it heating up where it is pressed against my skin, no longer cool to the touch. I can feel my orgasm building, before it rips through me, a scream tearing at my throat as he lifts me off the ground slightly to accommodate the force of his thrusts. Burying his head in my neck, he groans as he comes again.

  There's a knock at the door, and Aric swears under his breath as he pulls out of me, snagging his boxers shorts and tugging them on as he makes his way over to the door. He opens it and sticks his head out, his body blocking whoever it is from being able to see into the room, thank goodness, because I'm still standing there, completely naked, shaking from the force of my orgasm.

  'We've moved him downstairs.' It's Bruiser. He's talking low, but I can still hear him.

  'We'll be right down,' Aric tells him and then closes the door again. He turns to me as he picks his clothes up off the floor, quickly dressing.

  'Get cleaned up and come downstairs, angel. Fenton's here. Dad's got to finish this.' I nod, moving to the bathroom.

  'I'll just quickly get tidied up,' I tell him and he nods, his hand on the doorknob, his smile tight.

  'I'm sorry you have to be there, angel, but Dad insisted.' I just shrug.

  'I'm okay with it. I think it will give me the closure I need.'

  'I'll be downstairs, just come down and find me,' he nods, before leaving the room, pulling the door shut behind him.

  Chapter 31

  ARIC

  When I get down into the bar, there are people milling around everywhere, Mom is serving drinks, and she nods towards the corridor leading to the chapel.

  'I'll point Lena in the right direction,' she tells me, and I nod sharply before striding through the doors, down the corridor past the faces of all the members, past and present, before pushing open the chapel doors and stepping in. The officers of our club, plus the sergeants-at-arms of the Las Vegas and Portland chapters are all seated around the table. Dad is standing in front of it, flanked by the Las Vegas and Portland chapter Presidents and VPs. The VP of the Phoenix chapter is also standing with him. Fenton is kneeling on the floor, between the door and Dad, facing the assembled club members, his hands tied behind his back. As I round his body to take my place beside my father, I can see a small amount of blood, pooling between his knees, dripping from one of the half scabbed wounds on his chest, which is bared. Bruiser is standing to Fenton's right, just behind him. Guarding him.

  Once I'm in my position, my father speaks.

  'You are a traitor to this club, Fenton,' his voice rings out, each word dripping with disgust. 'You would d
are to turn on your brothers. On me, the President of your mother chapter. You would plot against us, plot for the deaths of your brothers, of your President, and my VP. Plot for the downfall of the very club you pledged to protect and the values you pledged to uphold.' An angry muttering breaks out at the table, and if looks could kill, Fenton would be dead twenty times over.

  A knock at the door silences the muttering, and when my father calls out, it opens and Lena walks in. Despite the gravity of the situation, the seriousness of the ritual, I notice that I've never seen the dress she's wearing before. And right now I'm wondering why the fuck I haven't seen it before. It's dark blue, with a white collar that is rounded, and comes down to show just a hint of cleavage, with a white tassel hanging from the bottom of the collar. The short sleeves have white cuffs, and it comes to her knees, like most of her other dresses, with a flare from just under her ass to the hem of the dress. What really catches and holds my attention though, is the way it fucking hugs her curves. I barely stop myself licking my lips as she edges her way around Fenton and comes to stand at my side. Her face blanches when she sees him, and I pray that she isn't going to be sick. I can hear her swallowing, and her breathing is slightly labored, but she gets it under control, folding her arms around her middle, staring down into his face. I place a hand lightly between her shoulder blades, hoping that it comforts her, but that's all I can really do right now.

  My father looks over at us, and I nod at him once I'm sure she's not going to be sick, or fall apart, and he turns back to Fenton with a wintry smile.

  'You disrespected me,' my father continues, his voice lethally cold. 'You disrespected my VP, and his old lady. You disrespected this club, and you disrespected its colors.' The Phoenix VP unhooks the gun from his belt, and places it in my father's open hand. Dad raises his arm, the gun pointed directly at Fenton's head, and out of the corner of my eye, I can see that it's not my Dad standing there anymore. It's the motherfucking President of the entire Wild Hawks Motorcycle Club.

  'Let this be a warning to anyone who in the future even fucking thinks about crossing the club,' he raises his voice, and I can hear the thumping as the seated members bang their fists on the table behind us.

  His hand doesn't waver as he pulls the trigger, putting a bullet right between Fenton's eyes. The thumping behind us stops and the room descends into an eerie calmness. Moving my eyes from the sprawled, bleeding, lifeless figure of Fenton on the floor in front of us, I smile down at Lena. She didn't even fucking flinch. I'm so fucking proud of her right now. She also drags her eyes away from Fenton's body, and she smiles up at me. I can see the smile doesn't quite reach her eyes, but that's okay. She just saw a man die, for fuck’s sake.

  'Let's get a fucking drink,' Dad growls, as we all move around Fenton's body, leaving him there until someone comes to clean up the fucking mess.

  Mom has the drinks lined up at the bar when we get out there, and the rest of the club members and some of the groupies are hanging around. Dad collects his scotch and also Lena's vodka, and then, in a massive show of respect and acceptance for my girl, he walks over to us, holding out the vodka to her. She accepts it with a smile, and my father smiles back at her, fondly.

  'You're one of us now, girl,' he tells her proudly, and she smirks.

  'I already was,' she grins, holding out her right hand, palm up, displaying the club insignia inked there, with my name underneath it. I feel a surge of both pride, and fucking lust, as Dad laughs, and a cheer goes up around the club as she and Dad clink their glasses, and down their drinks in one swallow.

  The Phoenix VP approaches Dad, and the bar gets quiet. I can hear the murmurings around the room. The VP has been cleared of any involvement; in fact, he was the first one to come to us, offered to step down as VP, and let us gut the chapter and decide all their fates, his included. In return for his loyalty, he's going to be put forward by Dad to become their President. But that's a voting matter for their chapter.

  'What do you want us to do with his rig?' he asks Dad, and another hush falls over the bar. A man's rig is sacred. For a snake like Fenton, his rig should be ripped apart.

  'Clean it up,' Dad orders, and there are more mutterings. 'Polish it up, and I want it fucking mounted in the corner of this bar as a fucking reminder of what happens when you betray this club!' he finishes in a roar, and the crowd joins him, yelling and holding up their drinks.

  I can't leave the bar, not tonight, so I can't check with Lena to make sure she is okay. She seems to be holding up okay, but then, she's not likely to let herself go to pieces in front of everyone. I catch Mom's eye, and she nods at me, before making her way around the bar, and linking her arms with Lena's.

  'Let's go organize some food for this lot,' she beams at her, and they disappear into the kitchen. She'll find out if Lena is okay and give her a moment to process away from this lot.

  Chapter 32

  LENA

  Yesterday, I watched a man die. Right in front of me. I feel like I should have felt something more than I did. When Holton's bullet hit him right between the eyes and Fenton's head had snapped back, I didn't feel revulsion, or fear. I felt at peace. This was a man who for almost a week had watched me be tortured, had ordered my torture. It may be a slippery slope, but I don't care, I'll dive headfirst down it. Bruiser called me Aric's old lady when I was making them breakfast this morning. I've been Googling, finally, and now I know that it just means that I'm Aric's woman. There was a lot on the internet about that meaning that I'm his property, which rankled me at first until I remembered that night on the sofa where he made me say that I was his. Guess I was all in then without even realizing it.

  Plus there was that super sweet moment I had with Aric after he killed Cory, where he pretty much admitted that he would do anything for me, and that this isn’t just all about our “agreement” or whatever. Bruiser calling me Aric’s old lady means that they see me and Aric as being as together as Holton and Tammy-Lynn. Thank fuck for that.

  Aric's been watching me all day today, like he expects me to fall apart after what I saw, and maybe I will, but at the moment, I'm okay with what happened. Guess I really should get that therapy. I managed to escape his worried watching by jumping at the chance to go with Tammy-Lynn to pick up the takings.

  'Here's the bank bag, Tammy-Lynn,' a pretty brunette hands over the bag and Tammy-Lynn looks at her in surprise.

  'Where’s Julianna?' she asks, and the brunette simply shrugs her shoulders, her eyes flickering over at me.

  'She's been a bit sick lately, I guess.' It feels like she wants to say more to Tammy-Lynn, but not in front of me. Briefly I wonder if I should wait at the Jeep, but then I don't know if that will offend Tammy-Lynn somehow. While I'm trying to decide the best way to make myself scarce, Tammy-Lynn bids the girl farewell and I trail her out of the club. As we climb into the Jeep, I'm about to ask Tammy-Lynn if she thinks that the woman wanted to say more about Julianna's supposed illness, but she cuts me off.

  'Julianna is taking you officially being Aric's old lady pretty hard, huh?' she smirks, before pulling out of the nightclub parking lot. I'm pretty sure that's probably not what was happening, but I don't want to second guess her, so I just nod and stay quiet. It’s the darn tattoo parlor all over again.

  Speaking of the tattoo parlor, when we get there it is busy, especially with the officers of the other chapters in town, so we don't stay long. Then when we get to the strip club, Tammy-Lynn looks across the road.

  'I have to pick up a prescription from the Pharmacy,' she says, starting to walk away from me and the Jeep. 'You right getting the bank bag?' She doesn't wait for my response before she darts across the road, so I suck in a breath and make my way inside the club. I haven't been here since Cory and that other guy attacked me, and I notice my hands are trembling, so I grip my pocketbook with both hands, holding it against my chest like it's a shield.

  The reason Tammy-Lynn seemed so desperate to not come in here becomes apparent pretty quickly. Hannah
is behind the bar, and her eyes flicker towards the door behind me. She seems to visibly relax when Tammy-Lynn doesn't follow me in, and she offers me a small smile when I approach the bar, as she hands over the bank bag.

  'Hey,' she smiles at me. 'I'm Hannah.'

  'Lena,' I smile back, and she just nods.

  'I know,' she shrugs, then she bites her lip and looks down uncomfortably. 'I'm really sorry about that day.' We both know which day she's referring to. 'I should have interfered and done more, especially once they hit you.'

  'It's okay, sugar,' I reach over and squeeze her hand briefly, and we both look away awkwardly.

  'I think that you're going to be really good for Aric,' she says at last, surprising me. 'I know that you probably have no idea about everything that went down, but I've never blamed Aric for any of it. He was always going to take Dad's side; I was more just upset that Mom didn't at least stand up for me.' I just nod, like I'm supposed to know what the hell she's talking about. I realize that at some point I'm going to have to ask Aric about it.

  The doors burst open and Tammy-Lynn comes flying in, completely ignoring Hannah.

  'We have to get to the hospital, right now.' She grabs the bank bag from my suddenly nerveless hands, before thrusting it, and the two others she must have grabbed from the Jeep, across the bar at Hannah. 'Drop those at the clubhouse,' she orders her daughter, before seizing my wrist and pulling me with her.

  'What the fuck's going on?' I hear Hannah calling after us, but Tammy-Lynn and I are out the door.

  As the Jeep squeals out of the parking lot, I grab the door handle to stop myself slamming headfirst into the window. I've never seen Tammy-Lynn so worked up and upset, and all the blood in my body feels like it has turned to ice. Please don't let it be Aric, I close my eyes, concentrating on breathing in and out, afraid I'm going to pass out. My heart constricts painfully. Please let him be alive.