by Forgy, M. N.
I turn where I stand looking at Jillian with panicked eyes. “You’re fucking with me?” I ask, I hope.
She gives a sympathetic smirk. “That’s what I was told.”
Hanging my head, I suddenly feel like a bitch for bringing Pete571, er, Rocky. But what was I supposed to do? Leave him at the house. My stepmom left him when she went to June’s, a puppy can’t just be left unattended.
“Relax, he’ll get over it. He’s just playing the brooding biker,” she sasses. Taking my gaze from her to him, he’s a sight to behold. His elbows are on the bar, his hooded eyes focused solely on me. Those thick lashes and broken eyes hold me where I stand, and I suddenly become aware of my every breath as I stare back. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say those are fuck me eyes,” Jillian jeers, before sashaying off down the hall like a know-it-all.
Crossing my arms, I inhale a breath.
I hope Felix doesn’t come on to me. I’m too much of a slut to say no to such a sexy man.
Brooding, bad boy, damaged. He’s a wet dream. One I’d like to cuff and show him who’s in control.
“Brock, baby?” The familiar voice of my mother catches my attention by the bar. She’s wearing a baby blue shirt and gray sweatpants, her hair everywhere.
“Mom?” Oh my God, they did bring her here.
She walks up to Mac, her cheeks rosy red as she bats her eyes at him.
“I’m Mac, Mrs. Lucas,” Mac insists, a look of worry crossing his handsome face.
My stepmom doesn’t seem to care as she grabs Mac’s hands.
“Dance with me, it’s been forever since you’ve danced with me,” she coos, and Mac sighs before giving in and dancing with her. I start to say something but then shut my mouth. I have no words.
“Oh yeah, your mom is here and keeps thinking Mac is your dad,” Jillian informs.
“Shoot me now,” I run my hands down my face, and Jillian laughs.
“Hey, she’s safe here, and Carola loves her. They’re bunking together even.”
Pinching the bridge of my nose I nod, trying to see this as a good thing but this is all happening so quickly I can’t decide how I feel. I guess she’ll be better here than a nursing home, she won’t be eating Manwich right out of the can, and maybe keeping her busy helping around here will help with her straying episodes.
“All right, give her the damn dog back,” Zeek barks, and Rocky is suddenly shoved in my arms.
“He can stay, but he shits you’re cleaning it up,” Zeek informs. He eyes me with softer eyes than I’ve ever seen Zeek process. I wonder if it’s because he knows what I saw today?
“Yeah, or Bomber Jack can lick it up,” Gatz jokes, elbowing the prospect in the chest and the rest of the guys cackle and laugh.
“I’m going to take him to my room,” I reply, noticing the crowd starting to get hectic with the dark hours. It’s probably best if I tuck in for the night.
* * *
In my room, Rocky is asleep by my side as I listen to the music gently pounding through the walls. It’s starting to get wild out there. The smell of cheap perfume and cigarette smoke creeping its way from under my door as the night tires on. I’m not tired, not the least bit. Curiosity has me wanting to explore the nightlife of The Sin City Outlaws. I’m intrigued how wild they get. It’s no lie I like good music, good beer, and a good time. Just because I’m a cop, doesn’t mean I have to be a nun.
Sitting up on the bed, Rocky’s ears perk as his eyes snap to attention.
“Should I go check it out? Maybe just look?” I bite my nails nervously, staring down at Rocky. “I could lie and say I’m getting a drink or something?” Rocky tilts his head to the side, eyeing me like he has no idea what I’m talking about. Jesus, I’m talking to a dog. What has my life come to.
Throwing the blankets off me, I tiptoe to the door and open it. The smell of drugs is strong and sound of “Back In Black” by AC/DC is playing.
A half naked girl saunters down the hall, her hair is puffy with too much hair spray. She’s wearing a leather jacket and chaps. I’ve never seen her before. She slurs something at me, her eyes looking me up and down like I’m the help or something before entering a room at the end of the hall.
Biting my cheek, I fluff my hair a little and look down at my attire. White shirt from the academy, and gray shorts. Shit.
Crossing my arms to cover the logo of the academy, I slip out. I’m just going to look anyway so there is no need to doll up. The hallway is dark, and a couple I don’t recognize is making out against the wall. He has one hand up her shirt, and the other down her pants. She looks bored as she plays on her phone.
Stepping past them I enter the mouth of the main action. Girls dance on the bar, and men staring up at them like they’re dancing from heaven. There’s two men wrestling by the door that I don’t recognize, and a girl just sniffed coke off the tip of Mac’s dick. His tongue is sliding along the bottom of his lip as he watches her, his hand firmly on his shaft. He’s thick from what I can see. It’s thrilling to see, I’ve never seen anyone let loose like this before. Because I am law enforcement most people keep it tame at parties I’m invited to, scared I’ll turn them in or something. My heart thunders at the wild scene unfolding in front of me. Like an adult pop-up book, everywhere you turn there’s something else jumping at you that takes you by surprise.
Everyone looks like they’re having a good time, and I want to have a good time. I want to be a part of the wild that isn’t afraid of me! I don’t want to be tucked away in bed like a fucking grandma.
Pushing through the crowd with my mind made up, I head back to my room to change. My eyes catch a glimpse of Gia dancing topless on a man’s lap. She has a big rack for such a tiny girl. Bigger than mine that is for sure. Taking a step further toward my room I notice she’s not dancing for just any man, it’s Felix. His eyes slowly drift from her, to mine and I hold my breath. His hair is pulled up with strays falling into his dark eyes. His jaw ticks, as his hands slide up the back of Gia. I quickly avert my eyes downward, taking a deep breath into my burning lungs. Making quick work of my feet I return to my room.
Tossing my shirt and shorts to the floor, I empty my bag in hopes I have something halfway decent. It won’t be biker apparel, but maybe I grabbed something a little sexy.
Grabbing a silky pair of red underwear, I notice they’re too big to be panties and unfold it. It’s a skimpy dress I bought a long time ago. I never wore it because Jillian said it if you can fold it up and put it in your purse, it’s not a dress.
Perfect.
I slide it over my body, the thin silk material painting my body perfectly. I toss my hair over my shoulder and spray some of my perfume on my collarbone. Heading to the bathroom, I pull open my makeup and apply a little dark eye shadow.
The bedroom door opens and shuts and Rocky whines from the bed. Mascara in my hand I continue to apply it to my eyelashes when a bare-chested Felix steps into the reflection of the mirror.
His chest is so chiseled and defined. Tattooed and hard, I bite my lip as I look down, anywhere but at the beast behind me. He’s obviously claimed by Gia, and I’m not one to mess with someone else’s man.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he asks, his voice husky. I lower my mascara wand and frown at his tone.
“What? You can go have a skank ride your lap, but I can’t get my rocks off?” I sneer. His jaw ticks, his hands balling into fists. “You got it all wrong if you think I’m going to sit in here and play the good girl while you all have a good time,” I laugh, continuing applying my makeup.
In one large step, he’s suddenly behind me, his hand striking out and fisting my hair harshly. I whimper, dropping my makeup. My eyes snapping to his. I’m not afraid, not at all. In fact, my nipples bud to attention and my clit pulses with excitement at the control Felix is dominating. A change of pace for me as I’m usually the one in control.
“Maybe you forgot, but I forbid you to open those legs to any of my men,” he grits into t
he back my hair.
“Didn’t forget, just don’t care,” I seethe through the pain slicing through my scalp. His eyes flash with licks of heat, his left brow lifting. Thrusting his hips against my ass, my eyes nearly roll into the back of my head from the bulge pushing against me. Running his nose behind my ear, he smells me and my mouth parts to allow the hard breath burning in my chest to escape. He’s like a feral animal smelling his prey just before he tears into it, and for some reason that has me dripping wet with anticipation.
“Aren’t you with Gia?” I breathe heavily. His eyes snap to mine in the mirror.
“I belong to no one,” he retorts with hostility.
He kicks my legs apart, his knee pressing into my heat. It takes all my strength not to grind myself onto him. My mouth parts with a rush of sexual needs pulsing through me. “When you’re in my house, I say who you fuck,” he whispers darkly. “Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I whisper through clenched teeth. My eyes glaring at a man that is more than he lets on, one that comes off as a beast, but just might be something softer that only I can see.
He brushes the nape of my neck and the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end, my body wound tight as I white knuckle the sink.
“Did it terrify you when you kissed me?” I ask, and my lips suddenly ache to touch his again.
His chest rises with one steady breath, his hair falling to his menacing eyes.
“Not as much as this,” he growls.
He swirls his knees against my clit to grab my attention and a quick gasp wracks my body.
“Jesus,” I moan, my fingers gripping the counter for strength.
Crooking my head to the side, he runs his soft lips along the shell of my neck. Goosebumps lick up my arms, a shiver running down my back.
“Jesus can’t help you now, Dirty Bird. You’re in the den of the Outlaws, and you’re mine right now.” His words are threatening but promising, sexy but hateful.
I want it all.
He whips me around, my hair flinging in my face. He grabs the thin material of my dress and fists it like Tarzan just before he tears it apart like a goddamn napkin. My breasts bounce freely, my nipples hard and aching for his touch. My bold act of not wearing any panties giving him the full view of my waxed pussy.
His eyes trail down my body agonizingly slow. His expression not giving away that he likes what he sees or not, I squirm under his intrusive stare.
Tucking his bottom lip in between his teeth he trails a finger from my collarbone down between my breasts, slowly to my belly button. My stomach trembles from the soft but ample touch. As if I’m something he’s never seen or touched before but has been dying to.
“Are you sure you want to cross that line?” I breathe heavily. His eye snap to mine, and narrow in on me. The forbidden desire that was once a slow ember now an inferno.
“If you’re going to be a slut, you’re going to be one with me. Understand?” he insults.
“I’m nothing like Gia,” I snap. I’m not a slut, I mean, not that he knows of anyway.
Dipping his hand lower his finger brushes over my mound and my body bucks against him.
“Oh I know, trust me. I fucking know,” he replies wolfishly. He flicks my clit and my whole body heats to a level I’ve never known it was capable of.
“I’m going to have this pussy dripping so wet that you’re not going to care if I put it in your ass, your mouth, or this sweet little pussy. As long as you have my dick inside of you,” he states arrogantly.
My head falls back, my body grinding on its own accord against his hold.
“I thought you didn’t fuck cops?” I moan.
He releases his hand from my clit and grabs me by the throat, his face inches from mine. A rush of something exciting and dark races through me with his hard grip around my throat. It angers me but fuels me. I melt into his hold, granting him claim of my entire being. My world spins, and I clench my eyes shut trying to make sense of my body’s reaction.
“You’re no fucking cop,” he seethes, and I can’t help but look at him with a lost look. He always sneers at me in disgust that I’m a cop, what’s different now?
“Why do you say that?” His eyes flick between both of mine.
“You would have turned us in today if you were.” He tilts his head to the side. “Why didn’t you?”
I swallow, his hold tight on my throat. “I don’t know,” I whisper honestly. I have plenty of excuses as to why I didn’t, but none of them justify why I really did it. I don’t know why I turned around, something inside of me told me to push my feet to turn around and I did. Something dark and dangerous dwelling deep within my soul told me to look away.
Letting go of my throat he grabs me under the thighs, using one hand he clears the counter in reckless abandon of my makeup and toothbrush. All of it flinging around the bathroom.
He plows my ass on the counter, and like a crazed animal, I lose control. Done with the games, done with what is right and wrong. My mouth smashes against his as my hands make work of his belt.
He tastes of weed and whiskey, his lips are hard and demanding. His tongue taking no mercy as it explores my mouth. He pulls a condom from the back pocket of his jeans and rips it open with his teeth. My pussy throbs with what’s to come. Using my feet, I push his jeans and underwear just down his ass and his length springs free. It’s big in girth and long in length. It’s veiny, and the head is massive. My body tingles looking at it. He sheathes his cock in the condom. Setting each of my feet on the edge of the counter I widen my legs for him, giving my pink, wet pussy to him fully. He rests his hand on my collarbone again and stills. His eyes on mine. It’s a moment that neither of us speak but something soft and sentimental passes silently.
My nostrils flare in this moment, my heart drumming against my chest.
Using his free hand, he holds the base of his hard length and slams it into my wetness.
My head falls back against the mirror as a satisfying moan erupts from my lips. He stretches me like no man I’ve been with. His length hits the back of me and fills me fully. It feels so fucking good and hurts just the same. I could fuck him all night.
“Goddamn,” he moans, his hand tightening around my throat. The control he seeks turns me on more than I ever thought I’d enjoy. I want it, I crave it. It makes me feel safe watching his strength and dominance take over. He pumps into me again, and I swear the breath is thrust from my lungs. My mouth gaped open, eyes rolled back he hits me just right.
He plunges into me again and again. A jerk of his hips taking my breath away each time. Our impulsive touches, and harsh breathing the closest feeling to having my soul ripped from my chest as he fucks me into a darker realm. His head falls into the crook of my neck, his breath hot and sticky against my skin. His hand remains on my neck, as he owns my whole body telling me who’s in charge.
My nails scrape at his back for purchase as I ride the wave of this beast of a man. With a sharp jerk of his hips my back thrusts into the mirror so hard it cracks it, the sound of glass splintering beneath me. But we don’t stop or slow down. Nothing can stop us from crossing that forbidden line that both of us have been craving since we met. It’s filled with hate, and lust swirled with infatuation and sin. He fucks me hard, and oh so good. Pressure builds in my core, and my toes curl around his back.
My head falls forward, and in a haze I see a blurry image standing in the room behind Felix. I blink and notice it’s a fuming Gia. Angry eyes watch us, her chest rising and falling. I smile like the fucking Devil as I ride Felix’s cock. Shaking her head, she turns quickly and leaves, making sure to slam the door hard. Felix’s body tenses in my hold, and teeth clamp down on my shoulder so hard it’s the last ingredient to throw me into ecstasy. I come so hard I see stars and lose my breath. My body wound up so tight I feel like I may combust on this counter.
He pumps his hips one more time, as he stills in my hold. Both of us gasping for air as we come down from our high.
He pulls from the crook of my neck, and eyes me warily. Our bodies are sweaty, and my limbs ache. His chest is flushed, and I can’t help but run my nails down his chest like a feral cat. I didn’t want this to end, I want more.
“I didn’t hurt you did I?” he asks, his tender tone doing things to me.
I shake my head. “No, just the opposite,” I smile. I’ve never had it that rough before, and I loved it. Of course I don’t go into detail in telling him that, I don’t want to come off like a clinger.
Pulling the condom off his cock, cum drips on the counter. He dabs his finger in it and runs it across my chest like a barbarian. I eye him like a crazy person.
“You don’t fuck any of my men, do you understand?” his tone sharp, grabbing his jeans he pulls them up and steps back. That moment of softness gone, and control and dominance back in its place.
“Why? Because you want me for yourself?” I prod. He stops, looking over his shoulder but not quite all the way. The look in his eyes tells me he’s battling with what he’s about to say.
“I don’t fuck cops,” he sneers.
My mouth drops, rage fueling my chest so hard I feel my heart tear apart.
“If you think I’m just one of those girls you can control and walk over, then you have another thing coming, asshole!”
That grabs his attention because he turns around and grabs me under the thighs lifting me from the counter. He tosses me on the bed and hovers over me. His fists pressed into the mattress with execution.
“I’m always up for a challenge, Black Bird.” I tilt my head at his nickname. He used to call me Blue Bird. “If I see you so much as look at one of my brothers in a manner that pisses me off, I will strip you where you stand and fuck you in front of them all.” My thighs clench imagining that scene play out.
“You wouldn’t,” I dare. He raises a brow, his hair that escaped his man bun falling in his face.