Forsaken Control (Oathkeepers MC)

by Sapphire Knight

“I’m seeing 2 Piece.”

  “I get it. You a new club slut?” Relaxing my grip slightly so I don’t crush the new toy, I lean in smelling her pretty brownish hair. It makes me think of fall with the red running through it. She’s really well-manicured compared to the normal club whores around here.

  I drop the whiskey bottle to the floor, running my now free hand over her right breast, across her ribs, and straight down into her tiny shorts.

  I gaze at Avery sitting beside me now, as I remember staring into her wild eyes that night, how she looked as I thrusted my thick fingers into her hot, wet core.

  They widen as I go in deep, my cock growing so fucking hard as she clamps down around my fingers, her body asking me to give it more.

  I squeeze her dainty throat a little, loving the fact I can easily take her life; that I hold all of the power right in my hand. Her small fingers grasp onto my arm strongly, bright pink and purple nails digging deeply into my skin, as I pump in and out of her tightness a few times. The shit I could do to this bitch. She’s so fucking responsive, I could make her melt in no time.

  When she tries to speak I loosen my hand, her stuttering out, “No-no I’m not a whore, and I’m on-only seeing 2 Piece.”

  I drop my hand from her neck, pulling my fingers free as I back away from her. For fuck’s sake, she could be my brother’s girl, and I had no idea.

  She stands still, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she huffs out a few breaths. I lightly flick over her erect nipple with the pad of my thumb, making her already rosy colored cheeks deepen further. I can’t help it; she has on nothing but a goddamn plain white T-shirt and some small shorts with lace around the bottom. She might as well have stepped off of the biker calendar hanging in the Prez’s office.

  “Sorry ‘bout that, angel.” Muttering, I gesture to the bar with my chin and she lets out a whoosh of air, turning to continue her trek to the bar on shaky legs. Guilt washes over me as I stare at her ass while she walks away.

  Guilt, because even her being my brother’s chick, I still want her something fierce. Even after finding that out, I still had to touch her nipple. I wanted to slip it in my mouth so fuckin’ bad and bite it; I wanted to make her fucking scream for me.

  Shaking my head, I walk to my own room, unsatisfied and angry, and slam the door. I can still remember that first taste I had of her on my tongue, when I had placed my fingers in my mouth. She was long gone when I had gotten to my room, but I savored her sweet flavor.

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  My lustful daze fades when Shay makes herself comfortable by plopping down on my lap, and Avery drops my hand like she was burned. No doubt Shay feels my erection; I’m hard from that memory of my run-in with Avery. Knowing Shay, she probably thinks it’s from watching her dance, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. Avery owns every hard inch of it.

  Shay leans in and wraps her arms around my neck, pushing her breasts close to my face.

  “The fuck, Shay?” I grumble, pulling my head back away from her cleavage.

  “I feel it, baby…so glad you liked that dance.” She wiggles, rotating her hips so her ass puts pressure on my dick.

  “I told you nothing was happening tonight. I don’t know how to be any clearer.”

  She glares and stands up angrily. “What the fuck are you going to do with your cock then? You already have a new bitch somewhere around here?” She looks around the room. “I don’t see her right now.” Shay’s voice draws the attention of everyone and eyes shoot to us. I think the entire room hears me growl.

  I stand swiftly, my metal chair flinging out behind me as I bellow, “Scratch! Come get this bitch now!” Her body slides off of mine and she clutches my hand strongly in both of hers.

  “No, baby. That’s not necessary,” Shay pleads. I step to the side, yanking my hand out of hers.

  “You know the fucking rules, Shay.” Pointing in her face, I drive my point in. “Go home.”

  “Ares, don’t do this.”

  I gesture to Scratch and he comes scampering over quickly. “Get her the fuck out,” I say. “No more bitches without approval.”

  “Okay, sorry about that, Ares.”

  Nodding, I turn, fixing my chair to sit back down.

  “Fuck it. I’m out,” I grumble loudly, to no one in general.

  Instead of sitting, I head straight to my room. I don’t have time to deal with any fuckin’ drama. I’m too drunk at this point and I don’t trust myself to not start up any shit with anyone.

  TWO DAYS LATER…

  Prez turns to me as everyone leaves after our weekly church meeting. “Just a sec, Ares.” He orders and takes a drink of his bottled water. I think he and Cain are the only two in the whole club that regularly drink bottled water, bunch of damn health junkies.

  I nod, watching the brothers finish filing out of the chapel.

  Eventually the door closes and Prez begins, “I need to talk to you ‘bout some issues I’m dealing with. No one ‘round here knows about ‘em, and I wanna keep it like that.”

  “You know whatever you say will be kept between us, Prez.”

  “Good,” he steeples his fingers, gazing at me with his blue eyes surrounded by a few weathered wrinkles. After several moments, he practically breathes out the words, low and troubled. “Mona has cancer.”

  “The fuck?” I burst, taken off guard.

  Not everyone knows about the Prez and his family life. Mona was his Old Lady before some shit popped off with Smile’s. I don’t know exactly what happened, but I know something did and she eventually left the Prez. Mona took his kids, with him willingly giving up everything. I’ve been around the Prez long enough that I know Mona, his son Brently, and his daughter Princess.

  He’s stressed and winces as he runs his hands through his long blond hair. “I know, it fuckin’ surprised me too. Mona didn’t tell me much about it. I just know it’s getting bad. Brently is clueless and Princess won’t even fuckin’ talk to me.”

  “Shit, Prez, if I can do anything,” I trail off, having no clue what help I could possibly offer him or any of them. I didn’t have a real family who would have cared about this shit, and I don’t have a wife, but I truthfully have no idea what he’s going through.

  Prez nods, his forehead wrinkled slightly and eyes strained, full of worry. “Thanks, son. I ‘preciate it. I’m gonna have a vote. You been doin’ the VP’s job without the patch. I think it’s time you get that patch you deserve. Not only that, but I’m gonna be missin’ a lot, and I can trust you to take care of this club like I try to. I need to go and help take care of Mona as much as I can. I know she will fight me at every turn, stubborn ass woman, but I will never forgive myself if I don’t at least try. I gave up on her so easily before; I have to step in now.”

  “Prez, I’m not no vice president,” I argue, shaking my head. “I’m honored you would think that of me, but I can’t do that job.”

  “Son, listen to me. You already do that job. Hell, when you boys was in Tennessee, you did my fuckin’ job too. I know that if I’m not around or if something happens to me, you know what to do. You’re more devoted to this club than anyone I know, and the brothers look up to you. They don’t just give that kind of respect to anyone, Ares.”

  “If you really believe that, then I’ll do it. I don’t know if I’ll do the patch justice, but I’ll damn sure do my fuckin’ best.”

  “Good. I’m going to put up a vote for Cain to be moved into Enforcer also. Whatcha think about it?”

  “I think he’s done the work and deserves the patch. He’ll be a good fit, and the brothers will pass it with no issues.”

  “Good, then we’ll make it happen. Next week at church, we’ll put up the votes and see what the brothers have to say.”

  I nod, taking a swallow from my now lukewarm beer.

  “I’m also gonna tell the girls to get a big BBQ planned for next Wednesday, ‘cause I know everyone will want to celebrate. Yesterday’s turned out great, and we need more functi
ons like that ‘round here. Those women can cook!” He finishes with a small grin, but I still can’t shake the feeling that I won’t be strong enough to wear that patch.

  “Prez, what if the brothers don’t vote on it like you think?”

  Sighing, he gestures toward the chair beside him. “Relax, Ares. Everyone knows you belong in this seat next to me. Besides that, if anything were to ever happen, you deserve this spot I sit in—not anyone else. You.”

  “All right then,” I grunt, staring at the seat placed between him and me. We haven’t had a VP in a very long time.

  Prez stands, running his tattoo-covered fingers down his plain shirt, straightening himself. I guess old habits don’t go away, even as a biker. He pats my shoulder as he passes me on his way to the door. The bar noise trickles inside the silent room as he escapes out into the loud room, overflowing with members.

  I sit and stare a few moments more at the chair I’ll soon be expected to fill. It’s old and the leather is broken in and slightly faded in the wooden frame, but it’s the closest to the head of the table, and that’s all that really matters. Fuck, I never once expected for this to be happening. I’m honored he would choose me and that he feels that the brothers will accept me into the VP spot so easily. Being the Enforcer, I guess it would be an option for him to think of me for that spot, but there are many other patched members who would be happy with the spot also.

  I hope this doesn’t cause any kind of beef with Smiles. That brother has been in the club longer than me and probably should be the one up for the vote instead. With his and Prez’s shit going on, I don’t think he will ever switch from his spot though. I hope the doctors and Prez are able to help Mona out. Cancer fuckin’ sucks.

  I eventually move from my seat, glancing around our church room that is even more significant to me now, as I head out toward the bar. I want to be the one to tell Cain the good news, but I have to keep this shit locked up tight till it actually happens. I’ve always been the one Prez confides in, but shit like this makes me want to share it with my boy, Cain.

  Scratch notices me approaching. He hurries to get my personal glass ready, pulling a full bottle of whiskey from the shelf and sets it all on the bar top for me.

  “Thanks, but I just want a Coke,” I say, shrugging as I scoot the bar stool over.

  “A Coke? Ares?” Scratch peers at me like I’m delusional and he’s never heard me ask for a Coke before.

  “Yep, ‘bout time I start keeping my head clear durin’ the day. I ain’t no fuckin’ alcoholic or anything. Give me a Coke, Scratch.”

  “No problem.” He nods, putting the whiskey bottle back on the shelf, filling up my cup with Coke from the soda gun. He eyes me during the entire process, curious.

  Little fucker is probably wondering if this is some sort of a test. I don’t miss being a prospect for anything. That shit blew—always wondering if everything you did was being watched and if somethin’ stupid would stop you from getting voted on. I should find out how the boys came across Scratch in the first place, especially if I’m going to be the VP. It’s my job to protect the club, but now it’ll be my job to be informed on everything also.

  As soon as my glass of soda hits the bar top, I snatch up my cup. “Thanks, Prospect. Next time don’t move so fuckin’ slow.”

  He nods and scurries away to the other end of the bar.

  Good. I should intimidate him right now. I haven’t had the chance to break him in properly yet. Maybe I’ll have Cain do it, so I can make sure he’s familiar with all his shit as an Enforcer. We’ll make Scratch’s skinny ass into a man eventually.

  Turning, I scan the bar and come across my brothers crowded around a few tables, laughing and bullshitting with each other. We always have a drink and relax after church if there aren’t any pressing matters to tend to. The club life is all about being free and happy.

  Avery and 2 Piece are sitting comfortably at my usual booth, so I make my way over to them, sitting across from the love birds.

  2 Piece puts his fist out and I pound it. “Yo, ‘sup, brother?” I nod briefly at Avery and then turn back to 2.

  “Hey, man. Everything straight with Prez?”

  Avery’s eyes grow wide. She’s so fucking nosey, but it makes her even more adorable. She’s always curious about anything she can find out that has to do with the club. She’s more curious than a kitten.

  “Yeah, he’s straight.” I shrug and leave it at that.

  It’s clearly none of his business what I talk to the Prez about. Once 2 Piece steps up at the table wanting more responsibilities, then he will be let in on more of what’s left out of church discussions. He likes his freedom and we respect that, giving him the space and independence he craves.

  2 Piece nods and Avery shifts, scooting into the booth next to me, bringing her damn pup along with her. I love this little Doberman, Lily, but the ass has chewed up so much of my shit. Whenever 2 Piece and Avery take off on a ride, I take care of Lily for them. The last time, the fucking dog shit on my belt. I couldn’t get pissed though, because she’s just a pup. I damn sure let 2 Piece have it when I called his ass though. Brother brought me home a ton of beef jerky, trying to make up for it, so it ended up working out.

  Avery sits up on her knees, places the puppy next to her, and lands a whisper soft kiss on my cheek.

  My dick pulses with the tender touch. Avery and I both like kinkier shit, and I swear the bitch owns a piece of my heart even if she belongs to 2 Piece. I can’t help it though. Ever since that first night I stopped her in the hallway, she’s slowly weaseled her way in. Now she’s in the club all the time and always doin’ sweet shit like giving me kisses. It really fucks with my feelings for her. I keep holding myself back, but it seems to get harder and harder every single day.

  I could seriously use a distraction around here, but Shay had to go. Too bad that bitch I met on the run we did to Tennessee, Lindsay, don’t live closer. Lindsay and her friend Sarah could fuck for hours, bunch of crazy chicks. I thought Sarah was gonna rip Cain’s clothes off when she saw him in the hotel room that day. Cain was all types of fucked up over shit goin’ down with London though, so I had kicked the girls out of the motel room. Poor dude was a huge mess until he got London back home and in his bed permanently.

  “Did you hear me?” 2 Piece questions and I take a large gulp of my Coke, clearing the memories away from that crazy trip we all took together. 2 Piece first met Avery on that run, but I wasn’t that lucky.

  “Nah,” I shake my head, finally giving him my attention. “What was that?”

  “I asked if you were up to havin’ a little fun tonight? Avery has been all over my nuts ‘bout having you with us again. She fuckin’ aches for you, I know it.”

  “Come on, Silas,” Avery whispers, interrupting him. “You know that you enjoy it too.”

  “Yeah, free bird, I do enjoy it. I know it makes you feel good. I’m all for you being satisfied, Shorty. I wanna keep my girl as happy as possible.”

  Her head darts back toward me with a wide, white smile and a twinkle in her eye. “So, do you want some, Ares?” She murmurs huskily.

  Her voice melts over my insides and I swear to Christ I would take her in this booth in front of every single member in the club if she would let me. I know that won’t happen, but it’s fine. I’ll take her any way I can have her, at any time she’s willing. “Fuck!” I grumble, burning up inside for her already. “Avery, you know I always want that dirty little mouth, or round ass, whatever you feel like givin,’ angel.”

  2 Piece chuckles, watching us with a smile. The fucker knows Avery is absolutely gorgeous and a great fuck. Hell, they are both fucking amazing, in and out of the bed. I wish he would let me have him too. I don’t know if we will ever be at that stage together. It takes everything in me to hold back from him and not take him like I really want to, especially when I catch him watching me with Avery. I could make him feel so good, he just doesn’t realize it.

  “Fuck it, let’s go,”
I grunt and stand.

  2 Piece scoops the pup and Lily up and they follow my lead as I head to their room. The brothers all watch us go. They know what’s goin’ on, but they better not say a damn word about it to Avery. She’s a good girl, real sweet and don’t need no body making her feel judged. The brothers have all seen me fuck many chicks and know I don’t give a shit, but Avery don’t like any sort of attention about us having threesomes. I think she’s afraid the brothers won’t respect her anymore; she doesn’t realize the crazy bastards are just jealous and want to watch.

  I shuffle over to the side of the door and out of the way. 2 enters the room first, placing Lily in her kennel with her favorite small fleece blanket. Avery trails in behind him, stepping into the room.

  She gets one step through the doorway before I reach out, grabbing a large handful of hair. I wrench her head back and she yelps as the back of her body collides with the solid front of mine.

  I’m positive she can feel me hard in my pants. I’m aching to feel her tightness wrapped around my cock. Fuck, I’ve been so hard since we were at the booth, it’s a fuckin’ miracle I didn’t poke anyone on the way through the bar.

  Tilting her head to the side, I lick up the side of her smooth, delicate neck. Her body shudders in delight, and her nipples stiffen through her little pink spaghetti strap shirt. It’s so fucking sexy to see her hard peeks, begging for attention.

  “Do you want some, angel?” I murmur next to the soft shell of her ear, repeating her question from earlier when she made me feel like I could burst in my pants.

  “Fuck, yes!” she gasps out, her voice glazed over with lustful need. Wonton thoughts are most likely dancing in her head at this point, ready and willing to bend to my will.

  2 Piece gazes at us, grinning, amused. His pants are tight as well, the outline of his cock telling me he enjoys what he sees.

  He turns up his radio a little and starts stripping his clothes off. His black T-shirt flies across the room into a heap, per his usual. The faded blue jeans slide smoothly down his tattooed, muscular thighs until he’s left in only a pair of fitted white boxer briefs. His colorful tattooed sleeves and thighs stand out in contrast to the simple plain material. He’s absolutely fucking delectable. God, I wish I could taste him.