by Forgy, M. N.
“I said get out,” he warns.
“Look at this. Look at you!” she cries, pointing at me.
“What? What is it you think you see?” Felix barks, making me jump where I sit.
“You care for her. I’ve never seen you look or touch someone like you do her.” Tears slip down her face and I almost feel sorry for her.
“You need to go,” Felix repeats, grabbing the door. Gia puts her foot in the door. “Do you love her?” Felix kicks her foot out of the way and slams the door.
I swallow the lump in my throat and avert my eyes back to the bed.
He struts back to the bed, and kneels down.
His eyes pull to mine, and a knowing look crosses his face. His hands slide down to my thighs, and he jerks me to the edge of the bed. I laugh, wrapping my arms around his neck.
Pressing his lips to mine, I kiss him back, lost in the smell of him, his hard touch, and the good music.
This feels too right who cares if anyone outside this room thinks it’s wrong.
He swings us and lays my back onto the floor, my legs straddling around his hard waist. The tip of his throbbing cock brushes against my clit and I suck in a tight breath. A thunderstorm developing between my legs from the anticipation.
Running my nails down his hard chest, I lean forward and grab his sexy nipple between my teeth. His lips against my neck he hisses from the pressure I apply on the delicate skin.
Pulling his lips to my mouth his mouth fits mine perfectly. The warmth of his body throwing my heartbeat into orbit. He slips his hard cock inside of me slowly, and attentively. Dark eyes never leaving mine as he goes as deep as he can inside. His hips slowly make love to me as his tongue mimics his thrusting torso. He stretches me, fills me, and takes me away from my pain. When Felix and I are together like this, it’s as if we aren’t even on the same planet as everyone else. It’s just him and me in our own world. No one matters, and everything blurs. He’s an outlaw in public and a master in the bedroom.
The sound of his heartbeat grounds me, the brush of his lips across my skin comforts me, the feel of his rough hands along my body claiming me as his.
It’s an emotion all on its own. One I’ve grown addicted to and will be broken and misplaced without.
His long hair falls from his face and tickles my collarbone. Taking my attention from his chest to his head I fist his silky hair as I ride his large cock. The floor bites into my back, the dirt rubbing into my skin as I’m shuffled back and forth. The heat of his body on mine, and the feel of bliss between my legs a piece of heaven I never want to end. If I die, this is how I want to go out. Just like this.
He places a hand by my head on the floor, his arms flexing as he holds himself up. He’s so strong and sexy I want him all to myself, I want to be his. Wrapping my hands around his back I dig my nails in, pulling him closer to me as tingles begin to ignite in my core. My breathing picks up, and pressure builds to heights of pleasure I can’t explain. His brows furrow, his rhythm picking up as he’s about to come with me.
My mouth opens into a shape of an ‘O’, and he gently places his hand on my collarbone and
I free fall into ecstasy, giving every ounce that I am to Felix.
A knock on the door has us snap out of our world, and the door is jerked open. Again.
“GODDAMN IT!” Felix roars, trying to cover my naked body with his own.
“Church, brother,” Machete informs.
Felix snatches the sheet off the bed and throws it over me in a matter of seconds.
“GET THE FUCK OUT!” Felix points at him with a sharp finger. His tone conveying he’s not to be argued with.
Machete chuckles, not taking the tone of Felix seriously as his eyes linger on me a second longer than necessary before closing the door.
“I’ll be back,” he whispers against my lips.
“Okay,” I smile, and he gently pulls out of me.
As I watch him get dressed I wonder when the hell we became this, what I allowed myself to fall into. As I am falling for Felix, and I didn’t want to. I never wanted to fall for any man.
I’m scared of being hurt, scarred, and broken hearted. One-night stands don’t come with shattered hearts, or feelings.
But this, whatever it is. It’s real and happening whether I want it to or not.
It’s out of my control, and that is a first for me.
Felix is showing me how to live, and I’m going to show him how to love. Even if it kills us.
Felix
Sitting at the table I can smell her on my skin, still feel her legs wrapped around me and it’s taking everything I have not to stand up from this table and go back to her. I can still feel her pussy squeezing around my cock, and her nails digging into my back.
I’ve tasted Alessandra, and I can’t forget her flavor no matter how hard I try.
“Did you hear me, Felix?” Zeek asks, and I snap to.
“What?”
“Salvatore at the casino wants to see us again. I need my VP with me,” he tells me.
“What about Alessandra, she has to go to the station today and make a statement?” I ask, trying not to come off like a little bitch, but it’s failing.
“Gatz will go with her and will bring her back as soon as she is done. I need you with me, end of!” Zeek sneers. Rolling my fingers into my palm I clench my fists tight, wanting so badly to punch Zeek in his arrogant mouth. I think he forgets the shit this club went through for Jillian.
“Fine,” I mutter, pushing away from the table. I swear to God if Gatz fucks this up I’ll find that purple dildo and shove it up his ass.
Mac steps in front of me and hands me a phone.
“What’s this?”
“Give it to Alessandra. It’s got a tracker on it, and nobody but I can trace it,” he explains. “Just a precaution,” he continues with a proud smile.
Alessandra wasn’t given a phone with her belongings, so that means someone at the department has it. Probably that Raven bitch, which I don’t trust. It’s her fault Alessandra was nearly killed. Even Alessandra is questioning where Raven’s loyalty lies.
“Hey, can you run Alessandra’s partner Raven in your computer shit?”
He folds his arms and looks at me offended. “Of course, why what is up?”
“I don’t trust that bitch, I want everything you can find on her,” I tell him. “Everything!” I reiterate.
“Yeah, I’ll see what I can dig up.” He shrugs.
“Thanks, man.”
Stepping back into the room Alessandra is dressed and putting her dark hair into a messy ponytail. My chest squeezes wanting to pull her to me and rip her clothes off, something so beautiful should never be covered and I would come through on that deed if duty didn’t call.
“I can’t go with you to the station. Zeek needs me, so Gatz is going to take you,” I tell her before taking a seat on the bed.
She giggles, and pulls my hands from my knees, sitting on my lap.
“You say it like you’re jealous,” she says with a smile. She’s right, I am, and I don’t like it. Not at all. I want to lock her away so nobody can see her but me. Nobody can smell how sweet she is, but me. Nobody can have her, but me.
Sliding my hand up her back I fist her hair hard.
“I’m not a jealous man, but I find myself claiming you.” The words take me by surprise, but they’re true. She is mine, and I won’t take it back. Her eyes flash longingly and she cups my cheek softly. “Do you have a problem with that?” I question.
Her eyes flick between mine before a smirk crosses her gorgeous face.
“I don’t think I have much say in the matter,” she laughs. Leaning forward I rest my lips against her, that unfamiliar feeling in my chest making me feel a million things at once again.
“That’s because you don’t. Neither of us does,” I mutter against her plush lips. My eyes on hers, and the softness she conveys making me feel vulnerable. “I don’t love you,” I tell her, needing to hear myself
say it.
Pulling back, she raises a brow. “I don’t love you back.”
I smirk, not fully believing her. The way her hand swayed toward mine in her darkest hour I’d say she cares for me, she just doesn’t want to admit it. She’s a strong creature, like me. Falling in love feels like a weakness as we can’t control it and we control everything.
She slides off my lap, her fine ass swaying back and forth and I can’t help but give it a squeeze. Loving the way it feels in my hands. It’s soft but toned. My dick jumps wanting to stick it in her ass, see her body arch as I fill her.
“I gotta go.” She looks over her shoulder, batting her eyes and my gaze jumps from her ass to her eyes.
“Take this.” I hand her the phone.
She frowns holding it. “I have a phone.”
“Raven has your phone, and I don’t trust her. Take this one, Mac has it souped-up and shit,” I insist. She shrugs and tucks it in her back pocket.
“Fine, only because you’re annoying me,” she replies seriously, before stepping out of the room. That defying mouth, the smell of her lingering in the room. What the fuck is happening to me.
“I don’t love her. I don’t love her. I don’t love her,” I whisper to myself, thudding my fist against the closed door. I can’t love her. I don’t deserve her. I’ve done nothing but been selfish and greedy my whole life, and finding her hasn’t changed me, it made those attributes worse.
I’m a fucking convict and will escort anyone within distance to hell with me… and I’m willing to take Alessandra first fucking class.
Alessandra
Stepping out of the room I find my mother whistling happily and sweeping the floor. She’s wearing jeans and a Sin City Outlaws shirt. Her hair in a black bandana. She looks good, and happy.
“Hey Mom!” I say cheerfully, not sure if she’s in a moment of clarity or not. She looks over her shoulder and lights up.
“Hey! I was going to come see you but with that big ol biker in there I didn’t know what I’d walk in on,” she winks before laughing. My cheeks turn red, and I rub my neck anxiously. “How are you?” she asks, touching my shoulder tenderly.
“Better, but my stitches feel tight.” I twist my torso with a frown on my body.
“Yeah, your daddy never did like those much either,” she informs, and the smile crossing my face is bittersweet. I’m still torn thinking of him not being my father.
Mac walks out of a room in nothing but a low-rise pair of jeans. He looks at us before doing a double take, his eyes wide as he walks as fast as he can into the bathroom across the hall.
Mom fans herself with her hand not holding the broom.
“That man reminds me so much of your father,” she exhales, and I can’t help but laugh.
“I better go freshen up.” She winks at me before disappearing into another room. I don’t even know what to say to that.
Walking down the hall Gia starts down the hallway. She’s wearing short shorts and a ripped AC/DC shirt. She’d be pretty if she wasn’t after Felix. My shoulders tense, and my resting bitch face immediately falls into place.
She stops in front of me, her hand on her hip.
“You’re still here?” she sneers. “You don’t belong here, and you know it.”
My brows narrow in on her, taking a step toward her. I’m done with the games, and if it means I have to tear her hair extensions out to make my claim on Felix, then I will.
“Felix is mine, and if he hasn’t made that clear, let me. If you so much as flip your hair in his direction I will make your face looks like your botched tit job.” My eyes fall to her unleveled breasts before meeting her gaze. Her mouth drops, a gasp escaping.
“You’re a cop. No matter what you think you have you’ll never be apart of this—”
“I will kill you and I promise you, nobody will find your body,” I threaten, my words not only catching me by surprise but Gia’s jaw falls open with disbelief.
“Get the fuck out of here Gia!” Mac barks from behind her, making her jump where she stands.
Her eyes begin to fill with tears as she looks at Mac with pleading eyes.
“You heard me, go before Felix finds out you’re fucking harassing his bitch.” Mac rubs at his chin, eyeing her up and down. “Now if you need someone’s dick to keep you company, I’d be more than happy to oblige you,” he winks, and Gia lights up like a fucking Christmas tree.
“Wow, you really are a ho,” I mutter, but she either doesn’t hear me or doesn’t care because she slips into the next room with a smile on her face. It makes me wonder if the men share medicine with their crabs, seeing how they share their women.
I give Mac a tight-lipped smile and exhale the hostility brewing inside of me. “I could have handled her, but thank you.”
He scoffs. “I saw how you handled Dolly, I can’t have you beating up all our ass around here,” he chuckles, and I laugh.
He steps past me, the smell of cologne strong, the tattoos all over his arms catching.
“Oh and I just want to say, I’ve met some scary motherfuckers in my life, but your mother takes the goddamn cake, Alessandra,” he says seriously.
I shrug and continue down the hallway.
“Be scared if she busts out the pepper spray,” I tip him.
“She has pepper spray?” he says with dread.
Turning to walk backward so I can see him, I nod. “Oh yeah, we don’t go anywhere without it,” I reply as casually as I can, and the look on his face has me nearly bursting at the seams with laughter.
Getting into the SUV with Gatz I notice the kid from the other day, Bishop, hauling boxes in the back door of the club. He looks clean, and on a mission. He looks up, his eyes catching me staring and he stops in his tracks and give a lift of the chin. I wink at him, a smile spreading across my face seeing him here.
“You sent him didn’t you?” I turn where I stand finding Jillian smiling at me with Sam on her hip.
“He needs a home, a brotherhood that will protect him,” I explain to her.
She sighs, leaning against the car.
“I get it, you always did go about things different than the book,” she chuckles. I look down, not sure how much she knows about me going off the rulebook of the department. In fact, I don’t know how much more of the rulebook I can follow or want to follow. Being here the short time I have I’ve started to question what I really want in life. Did I just join the force because of my father and I didn’t know where to go in life? Because it’s starting to feel that way.
“How are you doing?” She eyes my side, and I shrug, drawing circles into the dust of the SUV.
The metal of the car warm beneath the pad of my finger.
“I’ll live,” I smile. She leans in and hugs me, surprising me.
“I know it’s a part of the job, but goddamn you scared me,” she whispers in my ear. Baby Sam starts to cry being smooshed in-between us and she pulls back. My eyes prick with tears and I have to look away or I might cry at how much she cares for me.
“Stop it hooker, you’re going to make me cry,” I swat at her. Suddenly Mac comes running out of the clubhouse, a look of fear on his face as he looks over his shoulder. Probably running from my mother.
“I see Mom is enjoying it here.” I smile, wiping a tear that escaped. Jillian shrugs.
“She has it bad for Mac that’s for sure,” Jillian laughs, “But, she really seems to enjoy herself here.”
“My mom happy, I don’t think I’ve seen that in a long time,” I answer solemnly. Done with heart to heart I open the passenger door.
“I’ll be back, and we should catch up,” I offer.
“Deal, now hurry back!” she hollers, bouncing Sam on her hip.
Sitting next to Gatz in the SUV I notice he doesn’t smell like the rest of the men around the club. He is… clean. His clothes are spotless, and not a wrinkle in sight. He’s definitely different.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” he asks, keeping his eye
on the road.
“It’s just, you’re different than the rest of the Outlaws is all.” I shrug, my cheeks turning red from being caught staring.
“I am different,” he replies, glancing at me before returning his stare back to the road.
“Why?” I ask curiously.
“Some say I’m gay,” he shrugs.
I raise a brow. “Are you?”
He doesn’t reply, as he just keeps his eyes on the road. He’s so clean and sexy. I bet he’s gay.
“You can’t tell me can you, because it’s against code?” I ask, but he doesn’t answer. His Adam’s apple bobs, as his grip tightens on the steering wheel and I know I hit home.
“I won’t tell anyone, but if they really are your brothers… they’ll understand,” I advise. That’s not always true though. I’ve heard of gangs cutting members dicks off, and banning them from their gang for being gay, or a certain religion.
He scoffs, rubbing his chin with his thumb as he continues to drive. Not giving away anything.
Arriving to the station I give a tight-lipped smile as I climb out of the car.
“Hopefully this won’t take long,” I say on an exhale.
He shrugs as if he’s indifferent and pulls out his phone. Relaxing back into the seat.
I shake my head. Men, whether they’re gay or not, they cannot grasp communication, I swear.
Entering the station it smells of coffee and is busy as usual. I give a nod to a couple of the regulars and head to the dressing room. I need to change into my uniform. I feel naked being here without wearing it.
Pulling my hair out of the back of my uniform shirt, I glance in the mirror and find Raven leaning up against the brick that makes up the shower stall.
“Oh, hey,” I smile. She’s not in uniform, which I find weird. I’ve never seen her not in uniform before, so it takes me aback. Her hair is down, and she’s wearing a black shirt and jeans.
“Hey,” she says with no humor. “You look like you survived,” she says bitterly. I raise a brow at her tone. A little hurt she didn’t come see me in the hospital. Not that it’s required of her, I just thought being her partner she would be concerned.