by Winters, KB
“I’ll pay your bail.”
“Thanks.” I took the colorful drink and followed Toni since this was her turf. Tonight, I was her guest, but she and Dex came often because they could play out their fantasies safely. And without risk of kids interrupting.
“Look around. See what you like.”
I was already doing that because, unlike a nightclub, there was plenty of walking room even though the place was packed. Beds, platforms, ottomans, stools, pillows, booths, and even tables served as an acceptable surface for all types of freaky-deaky. Nothing was taboo as long as it was consensual, and so far, The Barn Door was an ‘anything goes’ kind of place. And I was intrigued. This place might be just what I needed.
“I’m looking.”
“Evening ladies.”
A woman with curly pink hair, shiny natural lips, and an impressive set of cleavage stopped in front of us with a smile. The one for me was polite, but when she looked at Toni there was hunger.
“I was just telling my wife how tasty you looked. She agreed.”
Toni was powerless to suppress the shiver that went through her at the thought of two tongues on her, and I knew she was a goner. When it came to getting her pussy licked, the woman was like a kid in a candy store.
“Catch ya later, Chance.”
I shook my head with a smile, almost envious of Antonia’s love of men and women. My life would be a hell of a lot easier if I could just be happy with what was around. But when I got to the bottom level of the club and the music was still loud but no longer deafening, I felt myself relax. There was a dark eroticism about this area. The hall was dim but looked safe and the sounds of sex, of fucking, of pleasure echoed from every room I passed.
The first room I passed was decorated for romance and two dudes were in the middle of a hot sixty-nine that got me a little hot. Two young dudes full of muscles wore leather hoods as they shoved their tongues deep inside a redheaded MILF with her head thrown back, a look of pure bliss on her face. Lucky bitch. In the next room a couple did a bunch of S&M shit I’d never seen before, and I watched out of curiosity before moving on. To the orgy room.
I stepped inside right away, glancing at the nine people touching and tasting and fucking each other on a floor covered in about a thousand pillows in different colors and sizes. It was pleasure over pleasure, the scent of sweat and sex in the air, moans and sights swirling in the air. I had to squeeze my knees together to stop the flow of desire.
I took a step forward and an arm snaked around my waist and pulled me back, against a hard wide chest. A familiar scent. A more familiar erection pressed against my ass.
“Chance.”
Slayer. I knew he was there even though I hadn’t spotted him anywhere. I felt him, and now he was here, warm breath fanning my neck, heartbeat pulsing against my back.
“That’s me,” I managed to choke out, working hard to hide my surprise. I knew there was a chance I’d run into him, and I thought I was ready for it.
I wasn’t.
“It’s you,” he whispered in my ear and there was fuck all I could do to stop the shiver he produced. He chuckled and the sound vibrated through me, stopping at my clit. I gasped when his hips ground against me, allowing me another feel of his cock.
With the feel his of his big body, his shallow breaths behind me, and all the fucking going on in front of me, I was ready to fuck. Slayer’s big hands slid up my hips and up, stopping to cup my tits.
“Fuck, I’ve missed these. Last night I dreamed I slid my cock between them and right into your mouth.”
Oh fuck. “Did you?” My words were breathless, and I didn’t give a shit. I was past the point of pretending this wasn’t gonna happen.
He growled. “Not here.” Before I could ask what he meant, Slayer had tightened his grip around my waist and lifted me off the ground, carrying me down the hall to a locked room. It looked ominous but he moved smoothly, producing a key to unlock the door, yanking it open and then locking us inside.
He set me down, and I looked around. The room was painted black or maybe it was a deep blue or purple. Either way, it was dark and the satin bedding on the bed in the middle of the room was all black. It was dark. Intense. Kind of fucking hot.
“Colorful.”
“Private.”
Right. Because no one could see us.
“Even better.”
Slayer’s lips curled into a grin, and damn, I felt it deep inside of me, like a flicker of a flame. He lifted me in the air once again, brushing his lips over my cleavage once again before tossing me on the all-black bed. He looked me over for a long time, and I wondered if he was debating whether or not to go through with this. Desire burned in his eyes and his cock was fighting to get out of his pants.
“This is a bad idea.”
I nodded. “Probably.”
Slayer dropped to his knees and parted mine with his hands, running those big hands up my bare thighs until his thumbs ghosted over my pussy.
“A really bad idea.”
“Terrible,” I agreed and tossed my head back when one thumb found my clit.
The sound of my panties tearing came next and then a moan that slipped from my lips as his tongue found my opening.
Slayer growled. “I don’t give a fuck.”
He waited, his breath coming out in sharp hot pants against my wet pussy, and I shivered as I looked down at him, knowing he wanted me to say I didn’t give a fuck either. Instead I smiled.
“I guess how I feel about this will depend on how happy I am when we’re done.”
Slayer’s grin was a thing of beauty. When he flashed it while his tongue curled around my clit, I was in heaven.
“Then I guess I better make sure you have a good time.”
That was the only thing guaranteed tonight anyway.
Chapter Seventeen
Slayer
I knew the moment Chance walked into the club because I felt it. Felt her. I didn’t spot her right away, not with all the fucking masks everyone wore. It made security a nightmare, and I did not envy Ford tonight.
At all.
Then I spotted her with a blonde chick, both of them wearing masks with three fucking feet of feathers sticking out of their heads. It looked ridiculous, but her outfit was hot as fuck. It was barely there but somehow prim and out of character for the Chance I knew. Maybe there was something to this Kinky Masquerade idea that Hennessy put together after all.
I couldn’t take my eyes off her, and when a couple of our regulars scooped up her friend, I followed Chance downstairs at a discreet distance. I didn’t believe Chance was here to fuck with me or to get me to reconsider. She would have been here a lot sooner if she’d planned to do that, which meant she was here to fuck someone else.
And that shit burned my inside like lava.
I didn’t know if it was jealousy or just macho bullshit, and I didn’t care. The minute she stepped into the orgy room with too much curiosity on her face, I knew how this night would play out.
I knew I’d take her to the black room where we could have absolute privacy. I knew I’d take this one little indulgence because I wanted her, and the universe had tossed her in my path. Again. It was piss poor reasoning, but the sound of my name on her lips made it all worth it.
“Slayer, fuck! Yes! Oh fuck yes!” I smiled against her pussy, wet and creamy as she tightened her thighs around my head as her orgasm worked its way up her body. I loved how vocal Chance was, how she wasn’t afraid to say what she liked. And what she didn’t.
“More. Yes. Oh fuck, just like tha-at!”
Her breaths came out short and choppy and her thighs tightened so hard my ears began to ring. Then the orgasm released her and jerked her about. My tongue kept a steady torture on her clit while she pulsed around two of my fingers.
“I love watching you come.”
She gave me a sleepy and erotic grin and it was pure fucking satisfaction.
“You’re so fucking good at that,” she panted. “S
o good I’d pay for it, but I want more. I need more Slayer.”
“My fingers are still inside of you.”
“I know,” she said and pulsed around them with a groan. “And now I’m ready for that big cock of yours.”
Coming from another woman it might seem like needless flattery, but from Chance it was just a fact as she saw it. I stood slowly and removed my fingers from her body, and Chance slid to the floor with a wicked grin, hands working quickly to release my cock from my jeans.
“Chance,” I growled when she squeezed my cock.
“Yes?” She flicked her gaze up to me and licked me from the underside of my balls to the tip of my cock, all the way around until I was so hard my cock ached. She slid her lips around the tip and took me deeper and deeper until I hit the back of her throat and she moaned. She fucking moaned.
“Chance,” I growled and tossed her on the bed once again, this time there was no teasing, no playing around. I pushed her thighs open with one hand and guided my cock into her still pulsing pussy. “Oh fuck. Chance,” I moaned.
“Fuck, right?” She looked up at me a dark look in her eyes and a slow grin on her lips as she fell back against the bed and wrapped her legs around my waist. “You feel so fucking good, Slayer.”
She felt good but hearing her say it in that dark, satisfied tone felt even fucking better. I held her, close and tight, and thrust into her over and over again. I didn’t want to rush it, knowing this was it, so I took my time. Slow dragging strokes that went on and on, denying us both the pleasure of a quick and powerful orgasm.
She was beautiful with her hair wild and spilling everywhere, her body coated in a fine sheen of sweat, her skin hot from exertion while she continued to cling to me. To beg. “Slayer, please.”
“Not. Yet.” The words came out on a growl, and I let one hand slide up and down her body while the other found her clit. Flicked it over and over as each and every one of her muscles tightened, one by one.
“Slayer.”
Fuck, that sound never got old. I flicked harder and faster but my strokes stayed the same even as she bucked harder to get closer.
“Wait,” I said.
“I. Can’t.” Whatever she was about to say next had been cut off by a powerful orgasm that took her by surprise and shook her violently. She squeezed and clenched my cock in a tight fist that unlocked my own orgasm.
We bucked and shouted our pleasure together. Simultaneously. I held her tight while my hips worked out the last of my pleasure, extending her own.
“Fuck. I can’t feel my legs,” I snorted on a laugh.
Chance shivered and giggled before laughter erupted from her, loud and throaty. Sexy. Her hands snaked down my back, and she squeezed my ass while her feet danced along the backs of my thighs.
“I feel them just fine. Firm. Muscular.”
I laughed and rolled off her. “What are you doing later?” The question popped out before I could filter it. Stop it.
She blinked up at me and tried to hide her confused frown. “Uhm, nothing, I guess. Going home.”
In for a penny, as they say. “Meet me at my place later?”
It took just a minute, but then she nodded, and I leaned over her, kissing her one more time since I was officially still on the clock. I couldn’t help it, two of my fingers found their way inside her slick cunt and pulled a low moan from her. Chance grabbed my wrist and ground against me with a moan and rode out the last of her aftershocks. Fucking gorgeous.
“I can’t fucking wait,” I told her and took a step back, licking my fingers clean before I got dressed and left before I locked us in there forever.
Chapter Eighteen
Ella Mae
“I can’t get enough of you.”
Slayer’s growled those words in my ear, his big hands squeezing my tits as his hot orgasm pumped into my body. The words were nice, the orgasm was amazing.
“Good to know,” I told him and pushed back against him so that I had all of him to squeeze as my own orgasm pumped out of me.
“Good morning,” I said, smiling the last of my release.
Slayer chuckled and the sound skittered over my bare flesh, making me shiver. And smile.
“Good morning. Again.”
Sometime around three in the morning Slayer drove me home in hopes that no one would see us together, and if they did, they wouldn’t recognize us in a nondescript navy blue pickup truck. Then, instead of driving back to Hardtail Ranch, he’d come inside.
Several times.
“Better than any alarm clock,” I told him and turned on my back when he slipped from my body. “Yes,” I groaned when he wrapped his mouth around my nipple.
“Good to know.” His lips found that spot between my neck and my shoulder and the kiss almost brought a tear to my eye. Thankfully, Slayer put some distance between us by getting off the bed. And then more when he started to dress.
“This shouldn’t have happened.”
It was just like a man to ruin a perfect moment by opening his mouth.
“Save it Slayer. I know it as well as you do but it happened anyway.”
And even though I wished it was different, I didn’t think it was possible.
“I didn’t hold a gun to your head, so you can save your speech.”
“I know. I didn’t mean it like that dammit.” He raked a hand through his long thick hair, tangled from hours of my hands playing in those soft locks. He finished dressing, and I watched, ogled really, because he was a work of art.
“I have to go,” he said, and I detected a note of disappointment that matched my own.
“I know.”
Slayer nodded and walked around the bed, laying his big body on top of mine so his denim covered cock brushed right against my bare pussy. I moaned, and he grinned, brushing a soft kiss over my lips.
“Later.”
He left, leaving me to ponder whether that was an empty promise or one he planned to fulfill. Only time would tell, and it wouldn’t matter if I didn’t talk to Curt.
Soon.
And handle Leon.
Sooner.
After a quick nap, I got up and showered, popped a load of laundry into the wash, and did all the things I neglected to do during the week. I basically wasted time until it was late enough to show up at the clubhouse and catch Curt alone.
He was saying goodbye to his latest overnight guest when I pulled into the parking lot. I had to grin at the speed Curt went through women.
“See you soon Alina.”
“Breaking hearts this early in the morning?”
He grinned at me and held the door open. “Maybe breaking a bed or two but no hearts were involved. What brings you by so early?”
“I was hoping we could talk.”
Curt nodded, giving away nothing of his emotions as he poured two cups of coffee. “You gettin’ cold feet when it comes to Leon?”
I shook my head. “Fuck no. My resolve is strong on that front. You were right about him, about everything, and I’m working on it.”
“So what’s this about?”
I sighed because I hadn’t really imagined I’d get to the point where he’d actually listen.
“Okay, the thing is we need numbers, Curt. Right now, there are only five of us but Bones hasn’t really been involved in a while, and that brings us down to four. If some shit kicks off with the cartel again, or the next MC who wants to show us how big their dicks are, we’re fucked.”
Curt’s nostrils flared at talk of the Mexican cartel. We lost a couple of guys and spent a fucking fortune on the new clubhouse. It was a sore spot for him. “You ain’t tellin’ me anything I don’t already know, Chance.”
“What if we explore the idea of a brotherhood of sorts, alliances if that word makes you feel better. We partner with other MCs on an as needed basis to get rid of a common enemy or as backup when needed. For cash or guns or whatever deals are made.”
My heart raced as I tried to recall all the details I’d come up with las
t night between rounds of intense fucking with Slayer. Curt needed to know everything on my mind.
“The Lords will always be our top priority, but until we do some recruitment, we’d have numbers when we need them.”
Curt nodded absently, but I could see the gears turning in his head. I already knew a few of the questions he would ask.
“This about that man with the Reckless Bastards?”
I nodded because Curt and I had been through too much to start lying to each other now.
“In part, but it’s also because they are the Opey, TX chapter and already have ties to their parent club in Vegas.”
His eyes went wide at that bit of information.
“You’ve been busy.”
“You made some good points about Leon, and I realized I spent too much fucking time reacting to him and stopped putting the club first. Stopped thinking about my duty as VP.”
“Can’t say I don’t love to hear that.”
“I’ll focus on recruitment once Leon is handled. He’s not exactly the billboard we want to advertise.”
Curt snorted. “No shit.”
“A lot of details would have to be settled,” I warned him.
“I know. Talk to the Reckless Bastards to see if they’d consider it and be sure you let them know that we’re small but powerful.”
I grinned. “What else would I tell them?”
“Lords for Life.”
“Lords for Life,” I echoed back, feeling lighter as I finished my coffee.
It couldn’t really be that easy, could it?
Chapter Nineteen
Slayer
“Slayer, you have a visitor.”
Ford’s deep voice sounded in my earpiece. Saint insisted we all wear one after the last time someone snuck a gun inside the club. The suicide was bad press, and it had taken a shit ton of work to lure all the members back. Though it felt like we were all still on active duty, it made communicating in the big ass club a hell of a lot easier.