by Land, E. C.
“Make yourself at home. The bathroom is through there.” He points me in the direction.
Once I have the bathroom door shut, I lean against it and look around the room. For a guy, he definitely keeps the bathroom clean. I’m sure he has one of those clubwhores come in and clean it. Every bathroom I’ve seen that belongs to some guy, it’s been filthy with clothes all over the place— like they were raised in a barn.
Shaking my head, I go about washing my face and running my wet hands through my hair. I need to get a grip on myself. Looking in the mirror, I realize I don’t recognize myself. I’ve always kept myself in shape, so my body looks great, my eyes though, they are the windows that show how deeply I feel. Tonight, you can see the misery holding me in its grip.
“You okay in there, babe?” Twister says through the door.
“Yeah, I’ll be out in a minute,” I say before drying my hands off on the hand towel hanging next to the sink. I move to open the door to find Twister standing right there. The concern in his eyes has me wondering if he thought I would find a way to hurt myself in here.
“Here, you can wear this tonight.” Twister hands me one of his t-shirts before sliding me out of his way to get into the bathroom. I quickly change into the shirt before he comes back out.
When the door to the bathroom opens, I glance up to his eyes zeroed in on me as I climb into his bed. He watches me the whole time from the entrance into the room. Looking away I turn on my side to stay as close to the edge of the bed as possible. The bed is really big with just one person but with both of us, it won’t be.
I close my eyes and keep them closed as he moves toward the bed. I feel vulnerable right now. This is completely new to me. I’ve never actually slept with a man before. It’s always been slam, bam, thank you, and goodnight. I leave them after I have what I want.
Some people might want to call me a whore or a slut, but whatever. I know I’m not, and that’s all that matters.
I’m suddenly surrounded by large arms as Twister wraps his around me and pulls me to the middle of the bed.
“Relax, baby. I got you. Sleep. We’ll talk more in the morning about what we’re gonna do,” he whispers against my hair.
I didn’t really think I could fall asleep, but I start to drift at the way his arms make me feel warm for once. The coldness I usually feel deep inside me is pushed aside by Twister.
Could he be right? Can I survive through the murky depths that I’m drowning in?
4
Twister
I knew the moment Izzy passed out. Her body completely relaxed into my own. I don’t know if I’ll be sleeping tonight. Not after the shit I saw her try to pull. The image of her holding that gun, the words coming out of her mouth, about playing with her life, will forever be seared into the front of my brain.
There’s something about Izzy that draws me to her. It could be the pain I see in her eyes making me want to protect her in a way that I was unable able to do with my mom or sister. Maybe. Hell, I don’t know what it is, but I know I’ll get her through this. No matter what.
I’ve never felt a connection with anyone the way I feel it with Izzy. She brings out this instinctive need to be around her.
My thoughts run a mile a minute wondering why she’s not close with her parents. When my old man died, I was there for my sister. Kenny still doesn’t know about our mom, and that’s the way I want to keep it. Horse and I agreed she doesn’t need to feel any form of pain after the shit she went through with Flame. The sick fuck still gives her nightmares.
It pissed me off that I wasn’t able to protect her from the shit that affects the club. I thought I was doing the right thing by keeping her away from the club, but it didn’t work. Flame went after her anyway.
Horse and I both put bullets through that fucker when we found him in that slaughterhouse. I wish I could have done more to him at the time; however, we needed to find Kenny. Thankfully, Ratchet, the president of the Dragons Fire MC, wasn’t pissed when I told him about Flame. He wanted his own piece of the fucker for what he attempted to do to his son. Their club is still a rival of ours no matter the truce that was called on the situation at the time.
The feel of Izzy moving in my arms, whimpering in her sleep, pulls me from my thoughts. I run my fingers through her hair, calming her like I used to my sister when she would have nightmares as a kid.
Izzy needs to have someone look out for her and that’s what I’ll do. Any way that I have to. Even if it’s just my body she needs at the time, I will give it to her. Won’t be a hardship with the way my dick throbs for her.
I smile as she settles back down.
My phone vibrates on the table next to my bed, and I reluctantly roll to get it. Sometimes, being the Prez sucks but I wouldn’t have it any other way. I love my club. They’re my family, and I would die to make sure they’re safe. Looking at the screen, I see it’s Rage.
Fuck! I sent him and a few brothers to check on a problem Grigory called me about earlier today. He informed me he spotted another club hanging around the docks the other day and asked that we look into it.
Grigory became our new contact with the Russians around the same time Kenny’s shit went down. He’s one of the few people I don’t want to fuck over. The man used to be the personal torpedo to the Pakhan— he’s known as the boogeyman.
“Rage, what’s up?”
“Yeah, Grigory was right about another club being in the area. You’re not gonna like it either, Prez. Spotted two Dragons Fire MC guys out here. I don’t know what they would be here for but it can’t be good.”
Fuckin’ great.
“Alright, I want you to stay there but stay out of sight and keep an eye out. I want to know what the fuck they're doing there.”
“You got it, Prez,” he says before disconnecting. I quickly shoot the brothers a text informing them we have church first thing in the morning.
I want to know what these fuckers are doing.
Glancing over, I see Izzy is still out, so I slip out of the bed without disturbing her and grab a pair of jeans and t-shirt to put on before slipping my cut over it. I hate to leave her right now, but I need to go to my office for a while.
Soon as I get close to my office, a pair of hands slip around me. “Hey, hot stuff, want me to suck your dick,” Micky says. I grind my teeth together. I let this bitch suck me once and she was horrible at it. Told her she needed to learn how to suck a dick properly before coming back to me. Now, she’s tried to get my dick in her mouth any chance she can get.
“Nope, I’m good,” I tell her as I remove her hands from around my waist.
“Is this because the bitch that’s in your room? Don’t worry, she doesn’t have to know about me sucking that big dick of yours.”
“That bitch is standing behind you, and I suggest you remove your hands from my man if I were you. Aren’t you the one I heard can’t suck a dick like you need to? Go run along and find someone else to suck, get them to give you some lessons. You know, maybe just hold your mouth open so you can choke on it.” Fuckin’ hell, Izzy was supposed to still be asleep.
“Your man! Since when?” Micky looks shocked.
“Since tonight, bitch. Now, move away from him.” Damn, I’ve never seen the look of jealousy on her before and it’s hot as fuck.
I move to Izzy and pull her into my arms before slamming my mouth down on hers. I don’t mind her claiming me as her man. I might have told her we could tell everyone we’re together to cover up me helping her, but truth is— she’s mine. And I do mean Izzy is mine! My woman. She just has to get through her pain to see it.
When I lift my head, our breath mingles as I place my forehead against hers.
“Baby, I thought you were sleeping. I didn’t wake you, did I?”
“I woke up while you were on the phone.” Izzy’s voice has the slightest tremble to it.
“Why didn’t you say anything?”
“Because I knew it was important and I didn’t want to bother y
ou.”
“You wouldn’t have been bothering me. I do have to get some work done in my office, though. Do you want to hang out in there with me or go back to bed?”
“Can I hang out with you? I honestly don’t want to be alone right now,” she whispers looking down at her feet. Damn, I don’t like it when she does that.
Where did the confident woman that was just standing here go?
“Baby, you can do whatever you want,” I tell her before giving her a lingering kiss. I place my hand on her lower back as I guide her to my office. Once inside, I lock the door, so we won’t be disturbed. I have her lay on the couch before moving to sit behind my desk. I adjust my dick as I sit. Being near her always get my dick hard.
“Try and get some rest,” I tell her before opening my laptop. Between the legit side and illegal shit we deal with, I’m constantly working at my desk.
I’m trying to pay attention to what I’m doing when I feel Izzy. She slides her hand down to my jeans and rubs my dick. I can’t contain the groan that comes out.
“Slide back, Twist, let me suck your dick.”
“Baby, you ain’t gotta do that,” I growl out wanting nothing more than to watch her take my dick in her mouth.
“But, I want to. I need you to fuck my mouth right now,” she says as she pulls my dick out and puts it in her mouth.
Holy fuck! Her mouth feels so damn good. I let her suck me the way she wants to before I grab ahold of her hair and move her off my dick so I can stand. Keeping my hand wrapped around her hair, I take control and fuck her mouth the way I need to. The way I’ve dreamt about doing. Damn, her mouth feels so fucking good.
I watch her as I continue my forceful thrust into her mouth as I take what I want. She is gorgeous with the way her eyes have glazed over with lust. I watch as she moves one of her hands to her tits and the other into her panties. She’s a sight of beauty right now. My balls tighten, ready to explode, and I don’t warn her before I start to come in her mouth, keeping her head still sending it all down the back of her throat. Izzy moans around my dick causing it to twitch even more as she comes on her own fingers.
I’m still hard when I pull out of her mouth. I could take her right now and still need more.
“Baby, that was . . . fuck, I don’t know what that was, but it was beyond the best fuckin’ blow job I’ve ever gotten,” I tell her as I pull her into my arms.
“Hmmm, maybe you can repay me later. I think I could sleep again now,” she says between yawns.
“You got it, babe. Lay down on the couch and sleep. I’ll be right here,” I tell her as I move her back to the couch and cover her with the blanket I keep on the back of it.
Within seconds, she’s out and I just watch her.
The only thought that keeps rolling through my head is to mark her, claim her, make her mine.
I smile as I get back to work. There’s way too much shit to get done before morning. Shit needs to be figured out and it needs to be done soon.
5
Izzy
I wake up shortly after falling asleep on the couch in Twisters office to see he’s still working. He seems tense. Earlier, I woke up when he got a phone call and just laid there listening to him talk. It didn’t sound good. I had hoped he would have laid back down, but he got up and left the room.
I waited a few minutes before getting up, deciding I would go see if he was okay. I didn’t expect to see him in the hall with a clubwhore trying to get in his pants. But when I saw the skanky twat with her arms around him asking if he wanted her to suck his dick, I was consumed with jealousy as it takes hold of me. When I followed Twister out of the room and overheard her calling me a bitch, it was like a switch flipped inside me. They didn’t see me coming up behind them before I spoke.
I can’t believe I called Twister my man. I wanted to beat the shit out of her. Then, after getting into his office, I sucked him off. No, I didn’t just suck him off, he fucked my mouth. He gave me just what I needed.
As I lay here watching him work, I can still feel the throb between my legs. I came hard using my fingers while he fucked my mouth, but I need more. I need him inside me with his hand wrapped around my throat.
Taking my hand, I slide it into my panties running my fingers through my slit. I barely contain my moan as Twister looks over at me. His eyes zero in on my hand as I continue to play with myself.
“Baby, your playin’ a dangerous game right now,” Twister growls before pushing back in his chair.
“How is it a dangerous game when my pussy is drenched with need? My body needs more. It needs you, Twister,” I moan out as I sink a finger into my pussy.
“Fuck, baby, take your clothes off and come sit on my desk. I want to see you play with that pussy.”
I quickly remove my clothes before moving around his desk. Keeping my eyes on Twister’s as he watches me, his gaze fills with lust. It gives me a sense of empowerment to know that he wants me just as much as I crave him.
Climbing on the desk, I spread my legs so he can see me as I run my fingers back through my pussy. I let out a moan as I sink two inside before moving it back to rub my clit. With him watching me, I can feel my orgasm coming. I continue to rotate back and forth, getting closer before he has enough and moves my hand out of the way. Twister’s mouth attacks my pussy with his tongue.
Oh, fuck!
I scream out as an orgasm hits me instantly. He fucks me with his tongue before moving to my ass. I’ve never done anal before and the feel of him licking me there is completely different.
“Fuck, I can’t hold back. I need inside you,” Twister says as he stands up, sliding his jeans down his hips, releasing his dick. He doesn’t wait for a response before he sinks all the way in me. His thrusts are hard— forceful, the same as he took my mouth.
“Damn, you’re so fuckin’ tight, babe, I love it,” he growls through each thrust, moving a hand and tweaking one of my nipples before sliding up to my throat.
Yes!
He squeezes just enough to make it hard to breath but not enough to make me black out. My pussy squeezes his dick as I start to convulse around him as I come. If not for his hand at my throat, I would probably scream so loud the entire club would hear me. Several thrusts later, Twister’s dick throbs inside of me as he comes.
When he removes his hand from around my throat, he leans in, kissing the length of it up to my mouth, giving me a kiss that I will forever remember.
“Damn, baby,” he says breathlessly when he lifts his head from mine. Completely satiated, I don’t move from my spot as he pulls out of me. I can barely keep my eyes open now. I don’t know when the last time I felt so complete that I could really sleep but right now, I know I could.
Twister lifts me off the desk and carries me across the room, completely naked. He opens the door and walks down to his room. Once inside, he lays me down before stripping out of the rest of his clothes and joining me. “Sleep, baby. I’m not going anywhere. You wore my ass out.”
I drift off with the first real smile I’ve had in years.
6
Twister
I’m completely flooded with emotions I have never felt before this morning. Waking up to Izzy laying almost on top of me was something new for me. I may fuck bitches in a bed, but I never let one stay the night.
I have rules that I live by.
I knew when I made my offer to Izzy, I would be breaking not just one rule, but all my rules. I have three and made them when I thought my mom left us. One— never claim a woman as mine. Two— bitches never spend the night. Three— never fuck without a condom.
The first time I ever met Izzy, I knew she was different, and I wanted her, but it wasn’t the right time.
Being with her makes me want more. I want to have a life like two of my brothers have made for themselves with their women. If I had to break my rules, it would be with Izzy. She’s perfect for me— in every way. I just need to get her to see that she isn’t alone. That she has the club, we’re her family
.
I have church this morning, so I gently move her so that I can get up and get ready. These fuckers better not be trying to move on our shit. Other than the bullshit Kenny and Lynsdey went through, the club hasn’t had any problems.
Hell, we even got a cop for an ally now. Bishop isn’t just a cop though, he’s Lynsdey’s cousin. When shit was going down, we all found out about her mom being killed by her sister. It was completely fucked up. Before we killed her, she confessed to killing Lynsdey’s mom.
Before I head for church, I need coffee. Thank fuck I don’t have to worry about my sister being here to get the first cup. Kenny is a total terror when it comes down to her coffee. Over the years, I’ve had more than a handful of cups, still full, thrown in my direction. If I didn’t move each time, the cups would have hit me. Kenny has an arm on her and never misses. She takes that shit way too damn serious.
Some of the clubwhores are already up and getting things prepped for breakfast for the men and women of the club. I don’t ask much of them other than lying on their backs for a brother. If they’re not willing, that’s okay but they need to make sure they don’t go making false accusations either. The main thing that I make sure they’re responsible for is cooking and cleaning the clubhouse, especially after a party.
I ignore them as I make my cup and head to my office. I need to get some papers off my desk. Once I have them in hand, I lock my office up and head for church just as my brothers start to do the same.
I sit back, quietly drinking my coffee as I wait for the rest of the brothers to get here. I’m sure Thorn or Horse will be one of the last ones due to the babies. JC, my nephew, may seem like a good baby but at night, he is a total terror according to Horse and Kenny. The kid never sleeps. Kenny was the same way. There’s a saying that you get it ten times worse when you have a kid, and she’s getting hers. Payback's a bitch. I don’t know if I want to ever have any if it's as true as they say.