Fender: Soulless Kings MC

by Andi Rhodes

  “Get up.”

  Leal moans but doesn’t stand.

  “Get. The. Fuck. Up.”

  I bend down and haul him to his feet. He sways but is able to remain upright. I grip his shirt with my left hand and yank him forward, burying the knife in his gut. I leave it there for a minute, my fingers growing slick with his blood as it oozes around the blade.

  I lean forward, my mouth close to his ear. “This is for Charlie,” I whisper as I jerk the blade upward, slicing open his midsection.

  I shove him away from me, and he falls to the floor, landing on his back. The puddle of blood around him grows, but it’s still not as big as I’d like. I go back to the corner to retrieve my gun. The weight of it in my hand is familiar, comforting like a mother’s hug.

  Leal continues to bleed out on the floor, but somehow, he hasn’t lost consciousness yet, for which I’m glad. I want him to see me in his last seconds. I want him to enter Hell knowing exactly who sent him there.

  I straddle him again and aim the weapon at his head. His eyes are barely open, but they’re open enough. I pull the hammer back and bend down, placing the barrel of the gun between his eyes.

  “And this, you sick fuck, is for me.”

  I squeeze the trigger, and the blast fills the room. As I stare at Leal’s lifeless body and watch his blood stain the concrete, a sense of peace washes over me. All of the anger, all of the pain, all of the bad from the last four years seems to dissipate in a matter of seconds.

  I stretch my arm out to grab my knife and grip it as tight as I can so I can remove his patch from his cut. That done, I straighten and allow myself one last kick to my enemy before turning and opening the panel next to the door. I press the button so I can exit. The door slides open, and when I step through, I leave the past behind me so it can be forever discarded with Leal’s corpse.

  “Holy shit.”

  Charlie scrambles off the bed and rushes toward me when I enter my room. I’d been scared as hell when I ascended the steps after leaving the Nightmare Room and Charlie was nowhere to be found. Then Piston informed me that she’d gone to my cabin. I handed him Leal’s patch and made sure he knew to get it back to the Black Savages and then raced straight here.

  “What did he do?”

  Charlie’s hands roam over my body, trying to find the source of all the blood. I heave a sigh and let myself feel what her touch does to me, let my gaze wander over her exposed flesh.

  “Dammit, Fender, where are you hurt?”

  Her voice cracks, and my head whips up. She’s wearing only a bra and panties and it’s hard to focus. I reach out to cup her face, completely ignoring the crimson my touch leaves behind.

  “I’m fine, babe. I promise.”

  “Yeah? You’re not exactly the poster boy for promises.” I chuckle at her, and she steps back to cross her arms over her chest, her cleavage spilling over the black lace cups trying to hold her in.

  “C’mere.” When she makes no move to listen, I reach out and lift her wrist toward my mouth. “I know one promise I can make good on now,” I whisper just before tracing her infinity tattoo with the tip of my tongue. When she whimpers, I stop, letting her hand fall.

  Ignoring her pout, I wrap my arms around her and link my fingers under her ass to lift her up. Her legs go around my waist, and my lips graze hers. I carry her to the bathroom and set her down only long enough for us to strip out of our clothes. After I turn on the shower, I lift her back up and step under the spray.

  Red water swirls around the drain, reminding me of what I’ve just done. I need to wash my sins away before any of it touches her more than it already has. I set her on her feet and grab the soap, but she reaches out to take it from me.

  Over the next few minutes, Charlie methodically washes my body and then my hair. With each brush of her hand, each barely there touch of her fingertips, my cock hardens painfully. When the water is finally clear, I bend to pick her up and she stops me, grips my biceps and urges me to switch places with her.

  With my back against the wall and the water sluicing over her head, down her body, she kneels in front of me. I know what she’s going to do, but even still, I can’t stop the sharp intake of breath when her tongue darts out and swirls around my aroused tip.

  “Fucking hell,” I sputter.

  Charlie hums as her lips wrap around my length and she draws me deep. Her nails dig into my ass, and the sting is a stark contrast to what she’s doing with my dick. I fist my hands in her hair and tug, just enough that her nails dig deeper.

  I let my head fall forward, and my eyes land on my cock sliding in and out of her pink lips. The sight is better than I remember and intensifies the pleasure. I try to pull her off of me, desperately needing to come while inside of her, but she resists and increases her speed.

  “Jesus, I’m gonna come,” I growl as I give in to the ecstasy.

  “Mmmm,” she purrs.

  My muscles stiffen when her fingers trail from my ass cheeks to my balls. I throw my head back and let the sensations burn me from the inside out. I shout out my release as my dick pulses in her mouth, and I can feel the suction as she swallows everything I have to give.

  When my body relaxes, and I soften on her tongue, she slides her mouth back and stands up with a wide grin. She drags her fingertips up my chest and traces the infinity tattoo before moving her hands to rest on my shoulders. Her slick body aligns with mine and instantly, I’m hard again.

  I reach around her to turn the water off and then lift her in my arms so her legs can lock at the small of my back. Stepping out of the shower, I bypass the towels, not giving a damn how wet we are, and carry her into the bedroom. I walk to the bed but detour to the wall before I get there.

  I set Charlie on her feet for the time it takes to bend down and shove my arms between her thighs and stand back up with her legs draped over my shoulders and my face buried in her pussy.

  “Ah, God,” she moans when my tongue connects with her clit.

  I smile as I inhale the scent that is uniquely hers. I assault that sensitive bundle of nerves until she tries to buck her hips. I let up on the pressure but continue to mercilessly tease her.

  “Fender, I’m… fuck me.”

  I remove my mouth, and she whines at the loss of contact.

  “Hold on, babe.”

  I carry her to the bed, unable to see a damn thing. When my shins connect with it, I let her fall back onto the mattress, but I don’t move my mouth away from her slick center. She reaches out to grab my hair and the moment she tugs, I close my lips around her clit and suck.

  Charlie’s head thrashes from side to side, and I flatten my hand on her stomach to hold her in place. With my free hand, I penetrate her with two fingers and continue to eat her like a starving man.

  “I need…”

  “What do you need, Charlie?” I demand when her words trail off.

  “You. I need you to fuck me.”

  Charlie’s breathing is ragged, and while a part of me wants to give her what she needs, I don’t. Not yet. I continue to slide my fingers in and out of her pussy. Fast, slow, faster, slower. The rhythm of my mouth matches that of my fingers, and when her walls start to clamp down, I increase my pace.

  Charlie screams my name as she comes on my tongue, and her arousal coats my hand. When her body relaxes, I push myself up and climb on top of her. Her face is relaxed, and she looks like she could fall asleep any second. Granted, she’s satisfied, but I’m not done.

  I reach my hand between us and line my dick up with her slit. Charlie’s eyes remain closed and her lips in a satisfied smile. Other than the muted moans with each pass of my cock, she’s not responding to my touch.

  I decide on a different tactic and shift my hand from my dick to her clit and tease her until she’s panting, begging again for me to fuck her.

  “Still need me?” I ask as I ease my hand away.

  “Yes,” she hisses.

  Unable to hold back any longer, I line myself up and imp
ale her in one smooth stroke. Charlie throws her head back as her spine arches up off the mattress. I lean forward and suck a peaked nipple into my mouth, alternating between forceful sucks and gentle bites.

  Charlie undulates her hips, and the frenzy builds as we fuck away all of the demons of our past, only leaving room for the good that’s to come. Her nails dig into my back and she hooks her feet behind my thighs, minimizing the space between our bodies, not that there’s much to begin with.

  I release her nipple and put my mouth to her ear. “You’re mine.” She nods and I move my hand to her hair and tug. “Say it, Charlie. Say you’re mine.”

  “I-I’m yours,” she pants.

  “Fucking say my name,” I demand as I thrust in and out of her in powerful strokes.

  “Fender,” she breathes. “I’m yours, Fender.”

  I pull out of her and flip her over, covering her body with mine and pinning her to the bed. She whines at the loss of contact, and I sit up with my knees on either side of her torso.

  “I wanna hear my name come out of your pretty mouth,” I demand again, this time with a bite to my tone.

  Charlie tries to raise up on all fours, but I’m still too close for her to succeed. I fist my hand in her hair and hold her still until she says what I want to hear.

  “Chris!” she shouts. “Fuck, I’m yours, Chris.”

  I’ve always loved the way my given name rolls off her tongue, and right now, in this moment where there’s nothing and no one between us, that’s who I am. Chris, the man who fell in love with her four years ago, the man who loved her even when I hated her, the man who will love her until I draw my last breath.

  “On your knees,” I command.

  Charlie scrambles to her hands and knees, her ass sticking in the air, begging to be smacked. The crack of my palm on her flesh echoes around us, and I rub away the sting before smacking her three more times, each time, soothing the spot that grows red.

  I line up my painfully stiff cock and thrust into her so hard that she scoots up the mattress. She braces herself, and I continue to piston in and out of her. Our bodies are sweaty, our moans breathy, raw passion taking over any semblance of rational thought.

  Charlie throws her head back and releases a guttural moan at the same time her pussy spasms. I hold on to her hips as my own fly. My balls tighten, and my spine tingles a split second before my shout matches hers in intensity.

  When we both fall back to Earth, I manage to roll to the side as I collapse. We’re facing each other, our noses almost touching. She’s wearing a satisfied, sleepy smile, and I can’t help the grin that forms knowing I’m responsible for it.

  “You’re mine, too,” she murmurs as her eyes slide closed.

  “Yeah, Charlotte.” I brush a damp strand of hair behind her ear and cup her face. “I’m yours, too.”

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  My blood will always be Black Savage, but my heart belongs to a Soulless King.

  Charlie

  A masculine scent with a hint of oil fills my nostrils as I inhale a deep breath. I keep my eyes closed, still not fully awake, but my lips tug into a lazy smile, and I stretch out, prying my arms from the tight embrace I’m wrapped up in.

  Fender yawns behind me and lifts his arm off my midsection.

  My eyes flutter open, and I roll over to face him.

  “Good morning, Chris,” I say, tapping his nose and biting my lip to fight my grin.

  He chuckles and pulls my hand down to his morning wood. I grip it and smile openly as he hisses.

  “That’s a name reserved for when I’m fucking you.”

  “So…” I squeeze again and lean into him to brush my lips over his. “Fuck me.”

  Fender cups my face and pushes his lips into mine more forcefully than I’m ready for. It takes a moment, but I adjust, and I swirl my tongue with his. It takes no time for my skin to heat and core to tighten.

  Fender climbs on top of me and drives into me, and it’s only then that I realize how sore I am. My walls protest, but soon I’m able to relax into it. I sink my nails into Fender’s shoulders and tug him to me so I can feel the warmth of his chest.

  He breathes heavy pants into my ear and thrusts until I come. He pulls out and releases his seed on my leg.

  “Fuck, I’m never gonna get tired of that,” he says, his hand splayed over his forehead as he rolls over.

  I inhale deeply to catch my breath and nod in response. “Me too. Not ever.”

  “So you’re staying then?” He lets his hand drop to the bed and props himself up on his elbows to turn and face me.

  He has a satisfied smile from the sex we just had, but there’s a hint of worry in his eyes. Like he thinks I actually might go. As if I’m capable.

  “Fender.” I cup his cheek and shake my head because I can’t believe what an idiot he is sometimes. “I love you. I’m not going anywhere ever again.”

  The sound of a vehicle door slamming reaches my ears, and I whip my head toward the window. When I turn back to Fender, the worry has vanished from his eyes and his smile is wider.

  “I’m glad to hear you say that.”

  He climbs out of bed and starts shuffling through his dresser for clean clothes.

  “Who’s here?” I ask, pulling the top sheet up to cover my breasts. I sit up and stare out the open doorway.

  Fender tosses me some clothes I didn’t realize I left here. “Get dressed.”

  “Fender, what—”

  “C’mon,” he interrupts, pulling a T-shirt over his head. “Hurry up. We have a big day ahead of us.”

  I pause another few moments but then start putting on the clothes. Excitement builds with each passing second, and by the time I’m dressed, my smile matches his.

  He takes my hand and leads me outside where Piston and Joker are unloading boxes from an SUV onto the front porch. My bike is parked beside it.

  “What’s all this?” I ask, fingering the cardboard flap on one of the boxes.

  Joker steps onto the front porch and gives me a wink. “It’s movin’ day, darlin’.”

  “I had them box up your things at your mom’s house.” Fender says from behind me. I turn to face him and raise a brow.

  “But that’s not why we have a big day.” He steps up to me and runs his hands up and down my arms. Goosebumps spread over my flesh, and my heart pounds with anticipation. “We’re going shopping for new furniture and shit.” He nods to the house. “Figured since we’re gonna to be living together, we should make this your home too.”

  Warmth spreads from my chest to the rest of my body, and for a moment I just stare.

  This guy is such an asshole.

  He’ll steal me from a mall.

  Torture me in a dark room.

  Piss all over my heritage and everything I’ve ever known.

  And then he’ll make me fall in love with him and want to do it all over again.

  I love him. All of him, and I wasn’t lying when I said I wouldn’t leave. I look over his shoulder in through the living room window and my chest tightens and mouth dries.

  This is already my home.

  “Is that okay?” Fender asks, tipping my chin up to look at him.

  I roll my tongue around to try and get some moisture in my mouth and nod. “Yeah, sounds good.”

  My voice cracks, but Fender says nothing about it. He bends down and kisses my forehead.

  Someone clears their throat behind me.

  I spin and face Piston who has a box in his hand and an amused grin. “Do I look like your bitch or somethin’? Give me a hand with this.”

  I laugh and take the box from Piston, setting it down before walking over to the SUV. The four of us unload the vehicle and leave the boxes on the porch for now.

  We start off toward the clubhouse—where apparently Margo makes the absolute best omelets—and leave the SUV behind so Fender and I can take it to go furniture shopping.

  I’m laughing at something Joker is saying, and my head is turned, s
o it hits me by complete surprise when I step through the front door of the clubhouse and am met with a room full of people.

  My head snaps forward and my lips part at what I see. Every member of the Soulless Kings, those I’ve met and some I haven’t, is standing around the vast main room with a grin on their faces and a drink in their hand. Hanging on the wall to my right is a homemade sign that reads, “Welcome Home, Charlie”.

  They lift their glasses and beers and cheer. A few of them yell ‘welcome home’.

  I don’t even have a chance to take it all in and react before I’m swept into the crowd of people and shaking hands with men who days ago wouldn’t meet my eyes.

  “Squirrel,” one of them says, extending a hand with long slender fingers. He’s grinning ear to ear at me and reveals a gold crown on one of his teeth. It catches the light and gleams at me.

  “Charlie,” I say, shaking his hand, although I’m certain we’ve already met. I understand this, though. This isn’t about a first impression or knowing someone’s name. This is about acceptance. This is about taking me into their home and declaring me one of theirs. I wonder whose idea this was.

  As if compelled by my thoughts, Margo plants a hand on my shoulder and squeezes. I turn to her and let her lead me from the crowd full of damn near drunken bikers even though it’s ten in the morning. Apparently, this is a day of celebration.

  “You looked a little overwhelmed,” she says when we’re off to the side of the room. I take a breath and realize it’s the first full one since I stepped onto Fender’s porch—our porch—and saw boxes of my shit being carried.

  “Little bit,” I say, still looking around at everyone.

  At my new club.

  My new family.

  The thought brings a smile to my face, and I blink to keep from crying. I turn back to Margo. “Thank you for this.”

  She smiles and throws her arm around me. “Welcome to the family, sweetheart.”

  My eyes find Fender from across the room. He’s talking to Piston, Joker, Greaser and Riker, but he must feel my eyes on him because soon he seeks me out and his gaze lands on me.