Breaker: Indignant Few MC Book 2

by Voss, Deja

  “What’s she banging on about?” Kid asked.

  “Come on,” I said, wrapping my arms around her. “It’s time to go. Thanks for nothing, fucker.”

  “You know you love me,” he said.

  “I’ll always love you, man, but don’t fuck with this shit. You know I don’t like it.” I knew under any other circumstance he would’ve pawned that shit off on one of his prospects. He was trying to show off for Hannah. He didn’t realize she wasn’t the kind of club slut who was gonna sit around and blow rails with him.

  “Wish you guys would stick around. Got some of these in today.” He reached in his desk drawer and pulled out a bag of pills. “Word on the street says these’ll give you an eight-hour boner and make you see Jesus.”

  “You’re too old for that shit, Kid,” I said. “Let’s get outta here, babe.”

  She nodded and lowered her head, and we walked back down that long hallway. The clubhouse was filling up, music just a little louder, and I gripped her a little tighter than before, making sure I couldn’t lose her in the crowd.

  “Breaker!” a tall skinny redhead shouted, leaping onto my chest, her legs wrapping around my waist.

  “Jesus, fuck,” I muttered. “What are you doing?”

  “Breaker, it’s me! Karen! Why didn’t you tell me you were coming to town?” I set her on the floor, taking a step back. I could see the pain in Hannah’s eyes, and even though I didn’t do anything, I suddenly felt guilty. Dirty. I’m sure I knew Karen from some point in my life, but I wanted to put all that behind me.

  “Sorry, chick, I think you got me mistaken for somebody else,” I said, tugging Hannah by the arm.

  “Fuck you,” she shouted. “Good luck, girl. You’re gonna need it with that one. Don’t make the same mistake I did and let him knock you up!”

  I stopped dead in my tracks. I turned to look at her, trying to place her face. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

  “Don’t worry,” she said, a huge smile across her face. “I took care of it. You owe me three hundred bucks, though, now that I got your attention.”

  “You’re full of shit,” I growled. I was more than careful. Always. I could’ve probably owned half of Trojan and Plan-B by this point in my life if I invested in stock instead of stocking up.

  “I know,” she said with a wink. She pawed at me jokingly, and I never raised my hand to a bitch before, but man, I felt my fist clench so hard in that instant, I had to take a step back. “Awe, don’t be mad. What happened to fun Breaker? Come on, let’s have a beer.”

  I turned for Hannah, and she was already halfway across the room, head hung low as she pushed through the crowd. She was out the front door before I could even catch up with her.

  “Hannah!” I shouted. “Where you going, babe?” She was pacing through the parking lot, not really walking in a straight line, just kind of wandering aimlessly. I caught up to her, reaching for her hand, and she shook me off. “If you would’ve just stood there like I told you to, you would’ve realized that bitch was just messing around.”

  “I’m very overwhelmed right now,” she said, an anger in her voice I’d never heard before. “All this bitches and drugs and having to hold your hand everywhere I go not because it feels good, but because I’m your property. It’s a lot, Breaker. I know nothing about this life. I don’t know any life. It seems like the rules keep changing, and I don’t even know what the fuck the object of the game is.”

  “Did you just say fuck?” I asked, cocking my head. She took off running through the parking lot, ducking in and out of rows of motorcycles. “You think I don’t like holding your hand? I love holding your hand.”

  She sat down in the gravel, tears running down her face. It was my fault. This was all my fault. I should’ve never brought her here. I promised myself I’d never make this girl cry.

  I knelt down beside her, taking her hand in mine. “I will hold your hand for the rest of my life if you let me, girl. I’m sorry if I made you feel like anything less than a queen. I don’t own you. Nobody owns you, but I want to keep you safe. That’s all I was trying to do. Keep you safe. Those people, that’s not something you gotta worry about anymore. I’ll never set foot in that place again as long as I live if you don’t want me to. All I was trying to do was figure out where those drugs came from.”

  “I already told you, Breaker. It was Jacob.”

  I helped her up, dusting off her jeans.

  “We’re gonna take care of him. I promise. I just had to be sure. There’s a lot of moving parts to this situation. If we’re gonna get you away from there for good, we gotta cover every single base.”

  She looked up at me, and I used my thumbs to wipe the tears from her eyes. It shattered me seeing her like this. Fucking Law, if he would’ve just let me put a bullet in between Jacob’s eyes, we wouldn’t even be having this discussion.

  “That woman. Did you really…” she stammered.

  I didn’t want to have this conversation with her. Ever. If one bitch talking crazy to me at a random biker bar was enough to push her over the edge, she was in for a rude awakening. “If I could take back everything I ever did, Hannah, I would. For you. You think you got a new life? A clean slate? I got my new life when you came around, and that’s all you gotta worry about.”

  She nodded, as if that was enough, end of story. She believed every word I said, and it made my heart hurt, knowing what a precious gift I’d been given.

  “Anybody tries that again, I’m gonna shank them,” she said, throwing her head back and laughing.

  “What the fuck you know about shanking people, babe?” I asked.

  “Never did it before. Thought about it a few times, though. I think that whiskey is making me weird.”

  “Next time you let me order for you,” I said, walking her back to my bike. “You gonna be able to hold on?”

  She nodded and smiled. This fucking beautiful creature I definitely didn’t deserve, and I was about to have her all to myself for the night. I pulled out of the parking lot and drove to the nearest motel with a vacancy sign lit up, her arms wrapped around me tighter than ever before.

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Hannah:

  As soon as he opened the hotel door and flicked on the lights, I headed straight for the bed, flopping down on my back on top of the floral comforter. It was kind of itchy. I didn’t care. I was beat. Not too beat to want to snuggle up next to him. Not too beat for the main attraction. The thing I’d been thinking about all day.

  It was crazy how in one breath I could feel all these strange emotions, anger, sadness, hurt, confusion, and in the next, I just wanted to take his clothes off. Let him inside me. As if that would make everything all better.

  He opened up the window blinds, exposing the view of the lake off in the distance, the moon shining bright above it. “It’s pretty out there,” I said.

  He sat down on the edge of the bed and took off his boots. “It’s pretty in here, too.”

  I realized this was the first time we were truly alone together. Away from the club. Away from the distractions. He could do anything he wanted to me, and nobody would hear me scream. The thought sent shivers down my spine in the best possible way. I knew by the way he kissed me all over this morning; he was pretty good at making women scream.

  He laid back on the bed, and I ran my fingers through his long hair, taking it out of its ponytail. He moaned as I massaged his scalp. “Babe, that feels so good,” he said. “You got magic fingers or something.”

  I giggled, moving closer to him, working my way down his shoulders, rubbing the tight knots in his back. “I worry,” I said. “I don’t know a lot about pleasing a man.”

  He turned and looked at me like I was crazy, his lips turning up into a cocky smile. “I think you might be better at it than you realize.” I pressed my lips to his neck, the way he jerked beneath me suddenly made my legs feel all tingly and wiggly, like jello. His encouraging moans were turning me on.

  I slipp
ed my hands underneath his t-shirt, feeling the corded muscles of his back. His solid flesh rippled beneath my fingers. I pulled his shirt off, gasping at the sight of his rock solid torso. He was so sexy. The way his dragon tattoo curled up his side looked like he was born with it. Something so unnatural and yet it fit him perfectly. I straddled his lap, letting my tongue explore his neck, his ear, fascinated by the way his breathing changed, the way he held on to me, his erection swelling up against my thigh. I really didn’t know how to please a man, but I didn’t think I was doing a terrible job. His body was uncharted territory me. He let me touch him and kiss him however I wanted, let me explore and learn. Every time he bucked beneath me, I felt the dampness between my legs increase.

  “I worry,” I said. “I worry I’m not like the women you’ve had.”

  “You’re nothing like the women I’ve had,” he said, clasping my chin in his hand. “That’s why I worry, too. The things I want to do to you, babe. I don’t wanna push you too far. I don’t want to hurt you.”

  I grinded my hips up against his rock hard cock, strained up against his jeans, alleviating just a little bit of the pressure building up inside me. “You won’t hurt me.”

  “We’ll take it slow,” he said. “You want me to stop, I’ll stop. We can get underneath the covers and snuggle and I won’t think any different of you. You understand?”

  There was something so sexy about this big strong man who could easily overpower me taking the time to make me feel so safe, to let me know I was in control. “I won’t tell you to stop,” I said. “I want it all.”

  He reached for the bottom of my shirt, pulling it up over my head. I’d almost forgotten about the black lace bra I was wearing underneath. It was the most scandalous thing I’d ever worn before, and looking down at his hands on my breasts, I barely recognized them. I felt like a different woman. A sexy woman. He slid the cup down, tracing his thumb around my nipple, bringing it to a hard nub, and I threw my head back and groaned.

  “I love hearing you moan,” he said, looking up at me as he flicked his tongue over my sensitive nub once more.

  I reached for his belt, unbuckling it as I slid down his body, dropping to my knees on the floor. I unzipped his jeans and tugged them down, gasping at the sight of his dick. That dick I stared at as I brought myself to orgasm in the bathroom earlier today. That perfect thick cock wrapped in a tight pair of boxer briefs. I pulled them down in one quick swoop, exposing his rock hard shaft in all its glory.

  “You just gonna sit there and stare, babe? Or are you gonna show me how good that tongue of yours feels.”

  My eyes grew wide as I wrapped my hand around him. I pumped it up and down slowly, a trickle of come oozing from the tip. I took the tip in my mouth, swirling my tongue over it, savoring his manly taste.

  “Fuck,” he growled. “That’s so good, babe.” I began to move my mouth up and down taking him deeper and deeper each time. I gagged a little as it grazed the back of my throat. “Look up at me,” he commanded. “You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth.”

  He grabbed the back of my head, not in a cruel way, but in a way I could only describe as fueled by desire. He tugged on my hair, sliding my mouth over his dick, deeper with each stroke, our eyes locked the entire time. “You like that, babe?” he asked. “You like making me feel good?”

  I nodded, goosebumps covering my body. I felt so dirty, but so empowered. I loved the way I felt with his dick in my mouth, loved the way his eyes were rolling back in his head like he was about to lose all control.

  “You know I want to fuck you now,” he said. “You ready for me?”

  “Yes,” I pleaded. “Oh my god, yes.” I was shocked I hadn’t soaked myself through my jeans. I was certain if he even breathed in the direction of my clit I would melt into a puddle.

  “Show me,” he urged, pulling me up on the bed next to him. He traced his fingers underneath the waist of my jeans, tickling my sensitive flesh. I blushed and tucked my face into my shoulder. “Come on. Show me what you did earlier. In the bathtub. You sure didn’t hold back, then.”

  He would never let me live that down, and I didn’t care. I was almost glad he caught me. Up until that point he looked at me like some sort of fragile doll. I wasn’t fragile. I was ferocious. I slid my jeans down and pulled off my black panties. He took my hand and dragged it down my body, placing it directly on my eager mound and took a step back.

  I gasped, letting my fingers explore my folds as I watched him, watching me. He pumped his cock in his fist, and I slid a finger inside of my wetness, imagining it was that hard shaft.

  “You’re gonna make me lose it, woman,” he growled. “Look how fucking wet you are for me.”

  “I want to feel you,” I said. “Fuck me, Breaker.”

  He pulled a foil pouch out of his wallet and tossed it to me. “Put it on me.” As I fidgeted with the condom, he slid his finger inside of me, slowly sawing it in and out. “Fuck,” he groaned. “That’s the kinda pussy that makes a man stupid. You got magic between those legs, babe.”

  “Oh,” I gasped as he slid another finger in. He hooked them, pressing them upwards. “What are you doing?”

  “You like that?” he asked. The pressure felt so intense, I didn’t know what was happening to me. The room started spinning, and my pussy throbbed around his fingers. “Nobody ever flicked your g-spot before?”

  “I don’t even know what that means, but if you stop, I’m gonna cry,” I nearly shouted.

  “Wrap me up, love,” he said, pressing his fingers upwards, harder, until my walls collapsed wildly around him. I flailed around on the bed like a crazed woman, trying to steady my hands so I could slide the condom over his dick. I felt like I was cumming. I was definitely cumming. It just wasn’t stopping. My body was turning to mush.

  “What was that?” I squealed.

  “Just getting you warmed up.”

  “Oh, I’m warm,” I moaned, rolling the condom up over him, my hands still trembling.

  “How bad you want this dick?” he asked.

  “So bad,” I whined.

  “Good,” he said, matter-of-factly, parting my thighs further, pulling me to the edge of the bed. “Cuz it’s the only dick you’re ever getting for the rest of your life.”

  The way he slid into me, so slow, so but so hard, I had felt nothing so intense in my life. I dug my fingernails into his back, groaning with every calculated thrust. My toes curled as I hooked my feet around his perfect ass, pushing him further, deeper, my wails lining up with his gravelly moans. “Tell me,” he shouted, his fingers moving to my lips. I took them in my mouth, completely lost in this overwhelming lust. “Tell me right now. Tell me whose pussy this is.”

  “It’s yours,” I barely spoke, his fingers still lodged between my lips.

  “And this is my mouth,” he groaned. “And your ass. I’m gonna take that, too.”

  “Yes,” I groaned, my eyes rolling back in my head. He could do whatever he wanted to me, and I wouldn’t argue. I wanted it. I wanted all of it. He pressed his lips to mine, his tongue hungrily filling my mouth. “God,” I screamed, that sensation roaring through my body once again. “I’m cumming.”

  He caught my moans in his mouth, holding me onto his cock as my walls milked it, and soon I felt him swelling inside of me. “Hannah,” he said, his voice a soft whisper. He pressed his face into my neck, panting as he filled the rubber.

  “Shit,” he muttered, his eyes blinking open. “Shit.” He rolled over on his back. “I’m so fucking sorry.”

  “What?” I asked, completely confused. He just made me feel things that I didn’t realize were possible on this earth.

  “That shit I said. I’m sorry. I got carried away.”

  “I liked it,” I said, curling up close to him, taking his hand in mine. “I mean it.”

  He kissed the top of my head, stroking my hair out of my eyes. “I don’t want you to feel like you’re a piece of property. That’s not what you are. I don’t want to hu
rt you. You just, you make me wild.”

  “Do you think I’m stupid?” I asked. “Do you think I’m too dumb to tell you if you’re hurting me?”

  “I don’t think you’re stupid. There’s so much shit I don’t know about you, though. I don’t know what you been through. I don’t want to take you back to that place. I don’t want you think I’m like him.”

  “You could never be like him,” I said. “There is not one thing you could do to me that would ever remind me of him. Now, if you keep bringing him up, that’s kind of a different story.”

  “I need to know, Hannah. I need to know so I can be good to you.”

  “Then I’m gonna need a list of every woman you ever slept with, and what she did to you,” I said. “Just so I know how not to remind you of them.”

  “That’s comparing apples to oranges, babe,” he said, sitting up and facing me. “None of those bitches ever locked me in a basement for a year.”

  “Excuse me?” I stammered. How could he have possibly known? I sure didn’t tell him.

  “None of those bitches ever tore my back up and covered me in bruises.”

  I jumped up from the bed, grabbed a pillow, and clutched it to my body, my eyes welling up with tears.

  “None of those bitches ever injected me with heroin and dumped me on the road like a pile of garbage.”

  “You have no business,” I said, backing away from him. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

  “What, are you trying to defend him now?”

  “No!” I shouted, running towards the bathroom. Suddenly, I wasn’t so happy that it was just the two of us, here, alone. Suddenly, I didn’t like the privacy so much. I felt trapped. “All I want is for you to look at me like a normal person. All I want to do is forget about my pain. You want all the juicy details? Why? So you can pity me more than you already do?”

  “Hannah!” he shouted, getting up from the bed and pacing after me.

  “You want me to tell you about the first time he raped me? It was in front of my brothers. My sister lured me to his house and they all stood there watching while he held me down. Or do you want to know what happened when I found out I was pregnant? Bet you never noticed how I can’t straighten this arm all the way. Our animals get better medical treatment than we do. You ever had a group of people stand over you and pray away a broken arm?”