by Forgy, M. N.
“You seem to think I give a shit, I don’t. I’m not a gentleman, don’t fool yourself into thinking otherwise,” he counters. I furrow my brows at what he thinks of himself.
“Why do you think you’re such a bad guy?”
Lowering his head, I instantly feel him cool beneath my hand, his body tensing. He pulls away from me, his hand running through his messy hair.
“Since I was a kid I’ve lived in the shadows of a motorcycle club. Being the child of A Sin City Outlaws, you’re immediately judged as the city’s vile underside before you’re even allowed to decide your worth. After so many years, you become the thing people say you are,” he states so huskily my hearts pangs for him. His eyes meeting mine with darkness and longing. I see then and there not what this man is capable of, but of the beast inside of him, that makes that possible.
“Don’t give me that fucking look,” he orders, and I pull the sheet over my bare body.
“What look?”
“Like you feel bad for me or something. You and I aren’t so different, you’re a wolf in a sheep’s disguise,” he states so calmly, so deeply, and raw it makes me think he knows me more than I know myself for a second. He’s implying I’m more savage than I let on. Am I?
Maybe he’s talking about what I did today when I turned away from the bloody scene I stepped upon. My eyes shoot to his, what if he found something out about my dad that I don’t know about?
“Did you find something out I need to know?” I whisper, my brows furrowing. My heart drumming with hope that he has the piece to this missing puzzle that escapes my soul.
His jaw ticks, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he looks away from me. That hardness that he bestows so beautifully but fearfully masking his softer side.
“No, nothing,” he replies, pushing off the bed. Grabbing the door handle, he stops where he stands.
“Don’t fucking leave this room!” he snaps angrily before shutting the door with force.
I feel vulnerable and I don’t like it. Guilt pangs at my chest at what just happened in that bathroom, how I became so weak to his advance. Hell, I didn’t even play hard to get.
Biting my lip his words echoes in my head.
“We’re not so different.” The way he said it, it had meaning behind it.
My senses tell me he’s lying about something. I’m trained to know when someone is lying to me and he just hit every check mark.
Felix
Stepping outside of the bedroom I rub at my neck anxiously. This feeling running through me unnerves me. I lost control and fucked her, and I felt so close to her, so raw and real that it has me confused and fucking angry. I fucked a goddamn cop. Being inside of Alessandra was like fucking for the very first time. She was soft, smelled good, tight around my cock. I hate her and want her all in one emotion. Running my hands down my face, I exhale a ragged breath. What the fuck did I just do? I betrayed my blood, my fucking code of life. I lose control and I knew I would eventually. Every time I’m near her, it’s as if my body is drawn to her regardless of the shiny fucking badge she wears. I want to rip it off and slam my dick into her until she screams every time I see her ass in that cruiser.
“You smell like her.”
Looking to my left, Gia is leaning against the wall just outside my door, her arms crossed. Her left brow is raised, her eyes looking at me with judgment. She knows, and I have no doubt will make a fucking mess of things.
“What are you doing here?” I ask, ignoring her accusation. Slipping off the wall like a black widow, she sashays toward me.
“I came to find you, and maybe play a little.” She tilts her head to the side as she rubs her hand over my dick. I raise a brow at her and find her tacky rather than sexy for the first time. What is happening to me?
I run my palm down my face, not sure what this fucking means. I fucked a cop, even if she is dirty and has a black past, I’m no good for her. I’ll take her into the throes of hell, and won’t let her escape. That is why I can’t tell her about her past because then our demons really will bond and there will be no turning back. She needs to find out if she wants to play on the dark side or twirl in the light all on her own, and I’m not going to make it easy for her to pick a side. This life is not for little girls.
“Give me five minutes,” I growl, shoving past Gia. She giggles annoyingly, and I head into the main area for a shot of whiskey. Needing something to calm my racing thoughts and unfamiliar feelings drumming through my cold veins.
Going behind the bar I grab the whiskey bottle, tossing the cap on the bar I decide to just take three large gulps and say fuck the shot glass.
It burns so good all the way down, instantly warming my blood. My fingers so close to my face I can smell Alessandra’s sweet pussy on my fingers. I can’t help but inhale a deeper breath, and it pisses me off I want more.
I broke a code being with her, and I liked it. I fucking liked it!
Lowering the bottle, I watch Gia enter a random room down the hall. I need her. I need Gia to ground me, remind me of what I am and this is as good as it gets for me.
Trashy women, breaking the law, and reigning repercussions on the citizens of Vegas. I’m biker trash, and always will be.
Slamming the bottle down, I push past the crowd and right into the room with Gia. She’s standing in the middle of the room shirtless, her mouth parted sexily. She turns where she stands, and one stride at a time she makes her way to me.
She reaches out to touch me and I strike my hand out and fist her hair before she can make contact.
I bring her mouth a hair’s length away from mine and really look at her. She whimpers in my hold, and I notice how dry her hair feels in my hand compared to Alessandra’s silky brown locks. How her red lipstick looks cheap against Alessandra’s pink lip gloss. I shove Gia away and growl at where my head is. I’m always horny, and love to fuck multiple times in a night. What the hell is wrong with me?
Heading to the chair, I lean back and close my eyes. Yeah, if I don’t see Gia I won’t compare the difference between her and Alessandra. I need to get my head straight, and having Gia’s familiar touch will bring my head back to where it needs to be.
I feel her slide between my legs, and fumble with my jeans. My dick is still flaccid, not even slightly excited. What the fuck? Blowing out a ragged breath I look over and find a rolled blunt on the table. Don’t mind if I do, I need it more than whoever left it.
I grab it and open the drawer in hopes of finding a lighter. I find a small blue one and giant purple dildo right next to it. Grabbing the lighter, I light the end of the blunt and take a deep breath. The green remedy fills my lungs, and relaxes my mind.
“You okay, baby?” Gia coos, her eyes fluttering with concern. I’m sure she cares about me on some fucked up level, but you can never be sure here. Girls want the alpha, the man wearing the cut so they can feel like they’re special. If I told Gia to take a hike I wouldn’t be surprised if she jumped on another brother’s dick in a heartbeat. I can’t trust her.
“Shut up,” I hiss, taking a drag off the blunt.
She stands, and turns, pulling her skirt over her ass. Tan lines mark her round ass that reminds me of two globes. I love a big ass. Reaching out, I rub at one cheek roughly before slapping the skin as hard as I can. She winces as her hand slides down between her legs. She acts like she likes it rough, but I’m not so sure she does.
“You want to stick your dick in my ass?” she moans, her hair falling down her back. My dick jumps at that thought, but it’s still not enough. Not close.
“Get Dolly,” I order her. Maybe if I get two girls in here my dick will be pleased. She stands and looks at me with pouty lips. Gia’s jealousy isn’t cute on her. “Get her, or get the fuck out,” I bark, not in the mood for her shit.
Gia steps to the door and hollers for Dolly, not bothering to push her skirt back down.
Seconds later Dolly walks in half drunk. Not surprising, ever since Zeek fell for Jillian, Dolly has been lost as to what to do next. Sta
ggering in, I notice the top of her red dress is so loose her tits are flopping everywhere, her pink panties are showing from the bottom of the dress riding up. The bridge of her nose is broke, and her makeup is thick trying to cover the black eye Alessandra gave her. Dragging my bottom lip in-between my teeth I try to keep from smiling.
“Hey, baby,” Dolly coos at me.
Rubbing the bridge of my nose, I can’t find an ounce of horniness in me. Alessandra fucking broke me. The girls giggle, reminding me they’re there. Being with Black Bird made me feel like I crossed a line I didn’t belong on, but I can’t for the life of me drag my ass to that bed and fuck these two girls. My dick just isn’t into it. It had something much sweeter and finer, and refuses to go back to something old and worn.
Opening the drawer, I fist the giant dildo. “Fuck her in the ass,” I instruct Dolly, before tossing her the fake dick. Gia’s eyes light up excitedly, and Dolly rubs her hands along the rubber silicone like she just hit the fucking lottery.
It’s hard to have respect for these women when they don’t respect themselves.
Dolly kisses Gia playfully, and Gia kisses her back. Both of them keeping their eyes on me as they make out together. Gia’s hands slide over Dolly’s bare breast slowly her nipples budding from the touch. They fall onto the bed together, and Gia sticks her ass into the air ready for the purple eggplant to slam in her ass.
“Spit on this?” Dolly outstretches her hand, the dildo in it. I lift a brow, I’m not spitting on that thing.
Getting the hint, she shrugs and spits on it herself before turning back to Gia and shoving it in her ass slowly. Her ass opens up for it easily, and she moans like a porn star. Dolly pinches her own nipple as she slips the dick in as far as it will go. The sound of the rubber dick slamming into Gia’s ass makes a slurping sound just before she moans out with pleasure.
Sitting back in my chair I blow a cloud of smoke as I watch the two. Tanned legs, fake tits, and tacky hair tangle in the bed before me. As I watch them, I’m trying to make sense of the woman in the other room.
Why her damaged past makes me want her more, to see past the fact she’s a cop and I’m a traitor to my blood.
“Fuck me harder!” Gia moans, and Dolly’s arm works faster as she pumps it into her.
Tilting my head to the side I inhale the earthy tones and think maybe I’m thinking too hard.
If I want Alessandra, why not just fucking take her. My president claimed a sheriff, so am I really betraying my bloodline or are we evolving into a smarter breed.
Shaking my head, I’m not sure. The only thing that is standing in my way is her badge, and by the looks of Alessandra, she’s no fucking cop.
I just need her to see that.
The girls climax together, moaning and howling sexily.
Stubbing the joint out in the palm of my hand, I stand. The girls falling on the bed out of breath, and the dildo in Dolly’s hand. If Alessandra has taught me anything, it’s that there is a difference between being a freak and a ho. These girls are the latter, and their act is getting stale.
“Where are you going?” Dolly asks out of breath, working her tired arm.
“Thanks for the show ladies,” I mutter. I mean, I’m not a complete asshole, I’m going to thank them for their company. Even if I wasn’t the one getting off.
That’s a fucking first.
Entering my room, I slowly close the door, sliding along it until my ass hits the floor. It’s dark, and the smell of forbidden sex lingers within the air.
Sitting from afar I watch Black Bird sleep naked in my bed. The blankets wrapped around her and her chocolate hair splayed on my pillow.
I hate her and want her. I want to kill her but feel every inch of her soft skin while I fuck her while she moans my name.
It’s fucking confusing.
Alessandra
Chapter 6
Alessandra
Not being able to sleep, I slide off the bed and find a clean pair of panties, shorts, and pull a t-shirt off the floor over my head. Crossing my arms hiding my hard nipples, I look outside for Machete keeping watch on me. There’s nobody, and the hallway is dark. Slipping out I quickly shut the door, so Rocky can’t get out and tiptoe down the hall. The sound of moaning coming from a room in passing. Sounds… interesting.
Coming to the bar, I step behind it and grab a bottle of tequila and a shot glass. The floor is sticky and grimy beneath my feet, and it smells like cigarettes and perfume.
“Make that two?”
I jump in panic, falling into the line of liquor sitting on the shelf behind me. Jillian sits on a barstool at the end of the bar concealed in the dark. The only light coming from a couple of neon signs hanging on the wall around us.
“You scared the shit out of me!” I huff, and she smiles.
“Sorry, Zeek woke me up for sex and now I can’t sleep,” she informs matter of fact. “But from the sound of it, I think both of us got lucky,” she winks, and I quickly look down at the bar for that second shot glass. I don’t know what Felix and I did, or what it means. I don’t want to think about it either. “Oh, I see. Not going to give me the details?”
“There’s nothing to tell,” I reply sharply.
“Mhhm,” she responds cheekily. Pouring her a glass I slide it over to her and she catches it.
“Just shut up and drink,” I sass, pouring my own shot. Downing my shot it burns all the way down, and I’m hoping it works fast as I want the voices in my head to shut up.
“I’m just saying if you did… I get it. These men are a force you can’t deny. Trust me.” She shakes her head, sliding the glass back over to me.
“I’m just doing some business with him,” I tell her and this piques her interest, anything to get her off the whole sex thing. She won’t get it because I don’t get it.
“My dad… wasn’t really my dad apparently.” Jillian gasps, covering her mouth. “I am just trying to get some answers about him, who he was, how he died. All of it,” I tell her, my eyes focused on the granite bar as I ramble what is on my mind.
“I am at a loss for words,” she mutters.
“Makes two of us,” I reply, pouring another glass and pounding it back. Leaning across the bar, I stare at my best friend, someone I trust more than anyone in the world. “But I think finding out the truth is going to do more than I think,” I tell her, my eyes glossing over.
“What do you mean?” she tilts her head to the side. Sighing, I dig my nail into a chip on the bar.
“I don’t know,” I mumble. “Being here I feel… like a side of me I never knew existed is being pulled from the grave if that makes sense.” I raise a brow at her and she looks at me confused.
“Forget it,” I shake my head trying to muster a smile. “I’m just tired and over-thinking things.”
“Well, fucking an outlaw will do that to ya,” Jillian retorts. Rolling my eyes I slide out from behind the bar and flip her off.
“Goodnight,” I state.
“Hey Alessandra, is he a cock-a-saurous Rex?” she winks, taunting me. Her and I used to laugh back in the day about Zeek having a dick the size of a Rex, so of course she would flip it around on me.
Walking back to my room I can’t help but laugh and yell, “Bigger!”
It true, it’s taking everything I have not to waddle when I walk, he fucked me so good.
Climbing back into bed, I stare at the wall nibbling at my bottom lip. It was a one-night stand, a moment of weakness obviously. The bedroom door opens and shuts, the familiar smell of Felix filling the room. I close my eyes and pretend to be asleep, hoping the bed dips and he lies next to me. Seconds that feel like minutes pass and I don’t hear or feel anything so I slowly look over my shoulder finding Felix sitting on the floor with his head leaned back against the door.
He looks tormented, but sexy. It’s got to be that sexy man bun and beard that bring me to my knees. He’s so rugged, and rough looking I crave his rough touch.
He stirs and I quick
ly roll back over, making sure to moan and hike the blanket up my thigh a little. What can I say? I’m a tease.
* * *
Rolling over I glance at the door where I last saw Felix last night. He had his head leaned back and was sleeping against the door. It was like watching a lion at rest. He seemed peaceful, but intimidating at the same time. Rubbing at my collarbone I wonder what the events of last night mean, if they mean anything. Rubbing my thighs together I feel sore, beautifully sore.
I am used to having random hook-ups, but last night there was something different about it.
Like there was so much hate and tension built up that you couldn’t help the heat bonding us together.
What am I saying, Felix will never be with a cop.
Sighing, I slide out of bed and shuffle through my bag for some clean clothes. I’ll change into my uniform at the department, as I don’t want to get the club riled up wearing it here. Standing up straight I suddenly notice Rocky isn’t in here. I wonder if Felix took him when he woke up. I hope he’s with someone responsible.
Walking into the bathroom I notice the counter is spotless as everything was randomly tossed on the floor from the throes of last night. Images of Felix and me together flash behind my eyes and my nipples suddenly ache from the reminder. Shaking my head of the memories, I tip my head over and pile my brown hair into a messy bun as I don’t want to fish the hairbrush out of the trashcan. Raising my head, I notice the mirror is split from our tryst, showing two sides of me and I don’t think it’s a coincidence. I feel different being around the criminals, and maybe that’s why Felix’s statement about not being so different hit me so hard.
Like my urge to snap someone’s neck when they’ve hurt a child instead of take them into custody. The way I don’t see drugs as being terrible and experiment myself. These are parts of me I don’t understand and feel that aren’t normal. I’ve known that my whole life, but have refused to acknowledge the difference between me and others. My urge to sin, have fun, and live wild are becoming hard to ignore being around the side that lives free and by their own laws.