Patch (The Black Cobras MC Book 3)
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Who was I to say no?
Now my cock was in her mouth and she was sucking me off. That tight delicious mouth wrapped tightly around me. All I could do was just stand there and do everything I could in my power to not come right in her mouth right there. Empty myself down her throat. It was Samantha. The girl of my dreams. She was on her knees in front of me, with my cock in her mouth.
I thrust myself into her, rocking against her body now and groaning with every pump. I could feel the back of her throat. I was filling her up. My cock rammed into her mouth and nothing had ever felt this good before. I grabbed the top of her head, kneading my fingers into her hair as I rocked back and forth.
This was exactly what I’d fantasized about as a teenager, and now it was really happening. I dug my fingers deeper into her hair, holding her by her head in position.
Just when I knew I was going to explode, I pulled myself out. She was still on her knees, still looking up at me expectantly. She said she wanted to be fucked and that was exactly what I was going to do to her.
Wrapping my arms around Samantha, I pulled her up. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. I could see her breasts still rising and falling and I knew she wanted more. I kissed her again, slipping my hand down her body this time till I could feel just how wet and sticky she really was.
My fingers slipped into her easily, and while we kissed, she gasped. I could feel her swollen clit throbbing as I rubbed her harder. I wanted her to be at the point of coming.
Samantha pulled her mouth away from mine and threw her head back, while she kept her hands tightly gripping my arms. I could see her whole body shaking as she moved against me. While my fingers slipped in and out of her. She was opening up to me like a blooming flower.
When she cried out a deep guttural orgasmic cry, I moved my fingers away. Not so fast.
I wrapped my arms around her waist and then pulled her up. She wrapped her legs around my waist, and I thrust my cock into her pussy. Her wet swollen pussy. I could feel myself slide in easily, my cock deep inside her while our bodies jumped together. She was looking into my eyes now, staring deeply at me while I thrust and thrust.
She was close to coming. I could feel it from the way she was digging her nails into my arms now, like she had every intention of drawing blood. I was deep inside her, stroking her, ramming her in and out till I knew I was going to explode, but she exploded first.
Samantha cried out with joy, biting down on her pink lower lip as she came. I didn’t stop thrusting, moving inside her as I saw myself into completion. Every inch of her body shuddered now, covered with goosebumps as she seemed to ride the wave down from her orgasm.
I’d filled her to the brim and now my cum was dripping down from her tight pink pussy. She was so soft, so moist. It felt like a slap on the face when it was time for me to pull my cock out of her. The sex was done and there was only one thing to do now.
10
Samantha
Patch pulled his cock out of my throbbing begging pussy and slowly lowered me down to the ground. I was rocking against the wall as I tried to steady myself. It literally felt like an electrical current had been passed through my body. I still couldn’t get over how amazing the sex was. How was he able to do it? Make me feel like that every time he put his cock in me?
I was blushing now, just thinking about it. Just standing there naked in front of him in this small supply closet.
Patch had already started to dress himself and I did the same. Our clothes were strewn everywhere, and I hurriedly started picking them up. Patch was barely even looking at me anymore. It was like he was not interested in meeting my eyes.
Besides, hadn’t I already accomplished what I came here to do? I’d passed on the information I had for him. The sex was just a by-product. It wasn’t why I really came here…right?
It would be a lie to claim that I wasn’t thinking of seeing Patch naked again while I was on my way here to the clubhouse. Of course, I did. I thought about seeing him naked all the time. But that wasn’t my priority.
Passing on the information was.
I wanted the Sons of Satan defeated, and for some reason, I wanted Patch and his friends to stay alive. Maybe it was because Patch had been nice to me. Maybe it was because we used to know each other as kids. Maybe because I’d always had a crush on him. Whatever the reason was, those were the facts of the matter and now it was time for me to go.
We’d dressed ourselves quickly.
“I…I should get back to the Clubhouse. Lynch will notice if I’m gone for very long. I should be back to work.”
Patch ran a hand through his dark slick hair. I gulped when our eyes met. Along with everything else, why did he have to also be this freakin’ hot?!
“Yeah, I guess you should go. It would be for the best,” he told me.
I knew I had to leave. There was no question about it. Lynch had probably already noticed I was gone and that was a risk I was willing to take. But at the same time, the fact that Patch hadn’t asked me to stay had stung me a little too.
I had potentially saved his life. The life of his friends and this club. And now he just wanted me to leave? Right after sex.
I nodded, while we stood there staring at each other in silence for a few moments.
“You should leave through the back door. I’ll show you,” he added and in that moment, I knew it was over. I was a fool to even hope that maybe it might have meant something more.
I stepped out through the back door of the Clubhouse. Patch had walked me down the corridors to it but now he didn’t step outside with me. He held the door open and just stood there. I didn’t know what to say. Did he even want me to say anything?
It was daylight outside, still the middle of the day. Being inside that dim supply closet had given me a different idea for a while.
“Samantha,” he called out to me as I started walking away. My heart raced in my chest and I stopped. Hoping he would have something to say that could make all this better.
“Thank you,” he said as I turned to him.
He was standing with his hands thrust into the pockets of his leather jacket. His eyes were narrowed at me, he was deep in thought. Obviously, I had given him a lot to think about.
I gave him one quick nod of my head.
“I sincerely mean it. You didn’t have to do this. I know you’re taking a big risk by coming here and I am really thankful.”
I nodded some more. It was like the sex between us hadn’t happened at all. Like I’d just imagined the whole thing. I waited a few beats for him to say something more, but I was only kidding myself. He had no intention of adding anything to that. Instead, he had already started to shut the door.
I walked away hurriedly, embarrassed and hurt and mortified and relieved. I was here to destroy the Sons of Satan, not because I was looking for something specific from Patch. Then why did I feel this way?
I’d parked my car some distance away from the Clubhouse, just to be on the safe side and now I was rushing to it. As I walked alone in the back alleys of the neighborhood, it felt to me like I was being followed. Like someone was watching me. Every time I stopped and turned to see, there was nobody there. Was I imagining it?
I decided I probably was. Of course, I was paranoid after pulling something like this. I was risking everything by going to see Patch. I’d put my own life on the line. It was not a surprise that I kept thinking I could hear footsteps and movements behind me. It was my imagination working overtime.
I arrived at my car and jumped in. In the rearview mirror I checked again and there was nobody. I was alone here, just me and my guilt and the electric waves still running through my body after that orgasm.
Very soon I was on the road again, headed back to the Sons of Satan. To the abuse and the yelling. The last place I wanted to be. But where else could I go? Anywhere I went, Lynch was going to find me. He was going to haul me back. I was going anywhere unless the Black Cobras and Patch did something about it.
I wasn’t too late, just by a few minutes. I’d timed my visit to the Black Cobras’ Clubhouse at such a time so that I would be able to make it back here for my shift in time and Lynch wouldn’t miss me.
But I could feel all their eyes on me now. In fact, it seemed like the entire club, or whatever was left of it, were gathered at the bar. Were they planning a meeting here? Was I not supposed to be here right now? While I made my way to the counter, I could feel each of their eyes on me. Including Gunther’s and of course Lynch’s.
A kind of silence had fallen over the place too and any moment now I was expecting something to crack. To burst open.
My hands were shaking with fear, but I tried to remain still. Behind the counter, there was an entire bucket filled with glasses and cutlery which needed to be washed. I didn’t dare to lift my eyes up while I bent down to start the washing. I had heard the scraping sound of a chair being pushed back. Someone was standing up. This person was headed in my direction now and, in all likelihood, it was Lynch, I knew. He clearly had something to say. I could sense that too.
The sound of a bottle of beer being put down on the counter was followed by Lynch clearing his throat.
“Where have you been, sugar pie?” he asked, in a sugary sweet voice. The kind of voice I had rarely ever heard him use before. The kind of voice that was definitely the precursor for something dangerous to be followed.
I looked up at him, all the color fading from my cheeks. As much as I hated him and as much as I wanted to scratch his eyeballs out, I knew it wasn’t going to be possible. I had no power against him.
“I was at my apartment. I came straight here,” I said.
Lynch breathed in deeply at that, like it hurt him that I was lying. By now, I was well aware that he knew I was lying to him too.
“Are you sure about that, honeybun?” he continued and leaned over the counter a little, his arms folded underneath him.
Still pale and trying not to shudder, I looked up to meet his eyes.
“I went to see my mother again, sorry. I swear I didn’t think I’d end up being late. Am I late?” I tried to make my voice sound as pleading as possible. I just hoped he would have some sympathy for me. That he’d just pity me and drop this.
But I saw the way Lynch’s jaw clenched now and I knew any pity was out of the question. He did not give a fuck.
Lynch was clutching me, with his fist in my hair dragging me down the back corridors of the Clubhouse. I tried not to scream in pain because I knew him. I knew what he liked. He enjoyed watching people squirm and shudder and cry for help.
He was pulling me along while I tried not to struggle too much, despite my fight-instinct. Some of the other guys were following us. Gunther was amongst them.
“Lynch, please, what did I do? Where are you taking me?” I asked and then I saw it. The cage.
It had been a party feature at one of the raves a few months ago here. A small cage that was filled with strippers for the delight of the club members. Since then, it had been lying discarded in the back parking lot for months. But now it was here, in this dark room at the back of the Clubhouse and I had a terrible feeling about it.
“Lynch…please…what do you want from me? What did I do?” The panic had entered my voice now. I couldn’t keep being strong. I couldn’t keep pretending like none of this mattered.
Lynch pulled the door of the cage open and shoved me in. I fell on my knees on the ground, I could feel some skin scraping on my knees under my jeans. I rushed up, trying to make it to the door again before he shut it, but Lynch had closed it already. He was turning the key in the lock now. I was imprisoned here. In this horrible, horrible cage.
I could feel the sting of tears popping up in my eyes.
“You think I’m an idiot? You think I’m just going to sit back and buy your stupid fuckin’ story about a dying mother? You don’t think I see everything?”
I could feel my lips quivering. Now I knew what was going on. I knew what he was going to say.
“I had you fuckin’ followed, you bitch. You thought you were getting away with it? You stupid fuckin’ bitch?” He brought his face close to the bars of the cage, forcing me to take several steps back in fear and disgust.
“They saw you go to the Clubhouse. To that stupid bar. They saw you with that asshole.” He looked over his shoulder and one of the other guys supplied him with his answer.
“Patch.”
“They saw you with Patch. What did you think was going to happen? That you’d fuck him behind my back and I’d never find out? That you’ll be passing on inside information and we’ll just be sitting here like idiots? I see everything!”
Lynch was shouting now, and I was shuddering. I had no idea what he was going to do next. He could kill me if he wanted to.
“You’re going nowhere ever again, do you understand me, cunt? You’re staying right here, for my pleasure, and you’re going to tell me exactly what you told that asshole.”
11
Patch
After I’d shut the back door on Samantha, I just stood there, knocking my fuckin’ forehead against it for a few seconds. I shouldn’t have had sex with her in the supply closet. Not while the rest of the club were back there in the bar, waiting for an explanation from me. A woman from our biggest rival club had just walked into our Clubhouse unannounced, and I’d made it very clear to the others that I knew her. They probably also knew that I’d fucked her.
I needed to get my act together and have a pretty good explanation for everything before I went back into the lair of the rest of my club.
I had a feeling they weren’t too happy to see Samantha here or me pulling her away to the supply closet. Even though they’d chosen not to interrupt us while we were in there.
What explanation did I have for them?
Other than to tell them the truth.
I ran a hand through my hair to steady myself. This wasn’t easy for me. For starters, I just had sex with the girl of my dreams and then I’d walked her smoothly over to the back of the bar and pretty much said goodbye to her. Once again, I didn’t know when I’d see her again.
Why had she shown up here like this?
Was I supposed to just trust her when she said she wanted to hurt them? That she hated them? The people she lived and worked with. How was I supposed to confirm that this was not some kind of trick or a trap?
How was I supposed to trust a woman I hadn’t seen in a decade? Who I never really knew in the first place? Who never had any interest in me?
Shouldn’t I be suspicious of why she was suddenly throwing herself at me repeatedly? Showing up here when I wasn’t expecting her to? Was I an idiot for thinking this meant she was attracted to me? That she actually wanted to have sex with me?
Maybe Lynch and the others were just using her. For what?
What were they trying to achieve?
My mind was racing with conflicting thoughts. On the one hand I was sure I’d seen sincerity in Samantha’s eyes. She couldn’t be lying to me. I’d felt the way her body reacted to mine. That kind of sex couldn’t be faked.
But then again, what did I fuckin’ know about women? I was definitely not an expert.
I prepared myself to face the rest of my club. I could sense them waiting back there in the bar for me. None of them had gone anywhere. They were all waiting for me to come back and give them a reasonable explanation. Or they were waiting there to pounce on me and tear me apart.
Either way, some shit was going down and it was time to face the music.
They were all there in the bar, like I expected. Except for Bones who wasn’t around for some reason. But Grimm and Cash and the others were there, and it seemed like they had been talking about me because they all fell silent when I walked in.
I was being followed by watchful
eyes as I walked up to Grimm, who was sitting on a high stool, clutching a can of beer in his hand.
“So, what’s the deal, then?” he asked when I came to a stop in front of him. Even Bender, who was usually the kind of guy who minded his own business had stopped whatever he was doing to glare at me.
I pushed my hands deep into the pockets of my pants and nodded my head.
“I’m sure you guys all have questions,” I said.
“You’re damn right we fuckin’ do!” It was Cash who came charging at me first. Even just a few months ago I wouldn’t have expected this reaction from him, but he was a new dad now. He now had a family. His priorities had shifted since he fell in love with his woman. Our friendship was clearly not on his radar at the moment. Keeping his family safe was what got all his attention.
“I have an explanation,” I said and turned away from him to Grimm.
“Who is she? I saw her serving us drinks that night at the meeting,” he said, and I nodded.
“Yeah, her name is Samantha Denton. She works at the Clubhouse of the Sons of Satan. She’s one of Lynch’s girls,” I told him.
“Fuckin’ hell!” Cash growled. Around us I could hear the raised murmur of the other guys too. Nobody was pleased to hear this. A confirmation of exactly what they’d already guessed.
“And since when are you fucking Lynch’s girls in our supply closets?” Cash continued and I clenched my fists. I could feel my own anger rising.
“She’s not just some girl. I know her.”
“Yeah, we know you know her. We could tell,” Rogue spoke up and a few of them chuckled. But Cash didn’t take it as a joke.
I glared at him in return.
“I know her from years before. She used to live across from me in the house where I grew up. My sister and she went to the same school. I’ve known her since then, but I didn’t know she was working for the Sons of Satan till I saw her at the meeting that night.”