He must have already had his plan laid out because not even five minutes passed before a beautiful girl, who appeared to be a few years younger than me, came through the door with a grief-stricken face. “Reese, this is Harper, Duke’s sister. Harper, this is Reese, Carbon’s sister,” Phoenix said. I remembered hearing Duke talk about Carbon and knew he was a member of the club, though I’d never met him.
“Hi, Harper. I’m so sorry about your brother. Is there anything I can do to help?” Reese asked. I wasn’t sure if she was being polite or if she genuinely wanted to help, but I accepted her offer anyway.
“Actually, there is something you could do for me. Phoenix said you might be willing to stay with Duke while I go to the clubhouse for a shower and a few hours of sleep. I’m exhausted and I stink, but I don’t want him to wake up with no one here. Would that be okay?”
Her words didn’t match her expression. “That’s fine with me as long as it’s okay with Phoenix.”
“That’s fine, just make sure you stay in the room. You can ride back to the clubhouse with whoever brings Harper back. I’m going to walk Harper down and then I have a few errands to run,” Phoenix said.
I assumed Phoenix was going to take me back to the clubhouse. He knew a little about my past and knew I wasn’t comfortable around men I didn’t know. So, when he told me Reese’s brother was driving me back to the clubhouse, I started shaking my head in protest. “Harper, do you trust me?”
“Yes,” I said, my voice shaky.
“I would never do anything to hurt you, and I would never knowingly put you in harm’s way. The man giving you a ride back to the clubhouse is a man I trust with my life. Your brother trusts him with his life. He’s one of my officers. He will keep you safe and stand guard outside Duke’s door while you get some rest. I promise,” he told me.
I reluctantly agreed and allowed him to lead me to the waiting car. When Phoenix opened the door, I slid into the front seat and froze. Sitting in the driver’s seat of a beautiful black Mustang was none other than Boe himself. He didn’t turn his head to look at me, just kept his eyes on the road. I settled into the seat and fastened my seatbelt while Phoenix thanked him for giving me a ride and reminded him to post up outside my door. He responded with, “No problem,” and then we were moving.
He remained silent the entire way to the clubhouse. I tried to appear calm, but my insides were in complete turmoil. Boe’s a member of my brother’s motorcycle club. No, he’s not just a member, Phoenix said he was an officer. Why didn’t he wear a cut like my brother did? And why’s he not talking? Did he not recognize me? I did look like shit. My hair was tucked up into a baseball cap, sunglasses covered my eyes, and I was wearing a very unflattering hoodie paired with ratty yoga pants. It was then I realized I didn’t want him to recognize me.
We arrived at the clubhouse and he silently led me to what I assumed was my brother’s room. I entered and closed the door without a word. It was rude not to at least thank him, but I didn’t want him to recognize my voice if he hadn’t figured out who I was already. I knew I wouldn’t be able to hide from him forever, but I couldn’t handle dealing with him on top of everything else that was going on.
After taking a long shower, I climbed into my brother’s bed and prayed the sheets were clean. Despite being in a biker clubhouse filled with overgrown men, none of which were my brother, I fell asleep almost immediately. And it had nothing to do with the fact that it was Boe guarding my door. Nope, nothing at all. Unfortunately, it wasn’t a dreamless sleep. My dreams featured Boe, aka Carbon, doing all sorts of filthy things to me.
I woke suddenly, covered in a light sheen of sweat and throbbing between my legs. The loud knock on the door startled me, and I realized that must have been what woke me. “Just a second,” I called out.
I straightened my clothes and ran my hands over my hair before I opened the door. There he was, standing in the doorway, holding a plate of food. “Thought you might be hungry,” he said and thrust the plate at me.
I took the plate and continued to stare at him, my mouth agape. I needed to say something, but I couldn’t make my mouth work. “Eat and do whatever you need to do to be ready in an hour. Got shit to do so I’m taking you back to the hospital.” He pulled the door closed and left me standing there wondering what in the hell was going on. Surely, he recognized me. He had to. My hair was a different color, but I didn’t look that different.
He knocked on the door exactly one hour later. I silently followed him to the same car and climbed in. After 10 minutes of uncomfortable silence, I couldn’t take it anymore. “Do you not recognize me?” I asked, my voice sounding shriller than I intended.
He kept his eyes on the road. “I do.”
“You don’t have anything to say?”
“If I did, I would’ve said it.”
What an asshole! I couldn’t believe how cold he was being. This man, Carbon, was nothing like the man I knew as Boe. The one I spent many Friday nights and countless fantasies with. Tears started to form in my eyes, but I would not let them fall, not in front of him.
When we pulled up to the hospital, I got out of his car as fast as I could and ran inside. I was barely holding it together. I dealt with his rejection reasonably well when I thought I would never see him again. To see him again and have him completely dismiss me, that hurt more than I ever could’ve imagined.
CHAPTER FIVE
Carbon
Fuck me. My Pherra was really Duke’s little sister Harper. And she was in Croftridge. And I was being a complete dick to her. It was my go-to response when I was caught off guard or didn’t want to expose my true feelings.
I hadn’t recognized her at first. She was all covered up in baggy clothes and a baseball cap. I had never met Harper before, at least I thought I hadn’t, but I’d heard about her over the years. According to Duke, she was shy and timid due to something that happened to her when they were younger. Either he didn’t know her as well as he thought he did or she had overcome her issues. The girl I knew as Pherra was by no means timid.
When I brought Harper something to eat and a blonde-headed Pherra opened the door, I thought I was hallucinating. She had crossed my mind many times since the last time I saw her. I didn’t want to admit it, but I had missed her, a lot. The world I lived in was dark most of the time, and she was a bright spot in the darkness.
After I dropped her off at the hospital, I went back to the clubhouse and straight to my room. Phoenix needed me to do some stuff for him, but that shit would have to wait. Reaching into my nightstand, I pulled out the note from Pherra, the one the manager at The Booby Trap gave me. Yeah, I kept it. No, I never read it.
I unfolded the piece of paper and instantly felt like the biggest dumbass.
Boe,
I graduated with my degree a few weeks ago and was recently offered a job in my field, so my days at The Booby Trap are over. I couldn’t bring myself to say goodbye to you after our last night together. I have enjoyed our times together more than you know. I want to see you again, outside of the club. If you feel the same, call me.
Pherra
At the bottom, she included her phone number, complete with a little heart.
Motherfucker! I’d been hung up on this girl for months, and I could’ve fucking had her if I’d just opened the damn note. I quickly saved her number in my phone and put the folded paper back in my drawer. I had things to do, but when I was finished, I was making it a point to talk to her.
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As my luck would have it, I didn’t get a chance to call or talk to her until a week later. I didn’t even know if she was still in Croftridge. Shit blew up with the club that occupied my every waking moment. I was the Enforcer for Blackwings, and I was damn good at my job. I loved it, but for the first time in my life, I was getting frustrated with my role in the club because it was getting in the way of my personal life.
When things came to a head with Phoenix and his daughter, I was ass-deep in enforcing. I did some
of my best work to Octavius and his associates. As far as I was concerned, there was nothing better than spending the night fucking myself into a coma after an evening of torturing, and that’s exactly what I intended to do.
I pulled my phone out of my pocket and dialed Harper as I walked to my bike. She answered on the second ring, her sweet voice making my dick hard.
“It’s Carbon. You still in Croftridge?”
“No, I left this morning.”
“I need to see you. Tonight. Text your address,” I ordered.
“Did something happen to Duke?”
“No. This has nothing to do with him.”
“Is everything okay?” she asked.
“I didn’t read your note until just now,” I confessed.
“Why?”
“Does it matter?”
“I guess not.”
“You gonna let me fuck you?”
She coughed and cleared her throat. “W-what?”
“I want to fuck you when I get there. Hard. Several times. If you don’t want that, you tell me now.”
I heard her intake of breath before she said the word I desperately needed to hear, “Okay.”
“Be ready for me, baby,” I said, softening my voice slightly.
She sent her address seconds after I disconnected the call. I climbed on my bike and rode like a madman to Sugar Falls.
She opened her front door when she heard me pull into her driveway. She was wearing a pair of short cutoff shorts and a thin white tank top that was obviously a size too small. Still, she was just as beautiful as she was when she was all done up in her dancing costumes. I stalked toward her hoping like hell she could handle me.
When I reached her, I put both hands on her ass and hoisted her up, never breaking my stride. Covering her mouth with mine, I stepped inside and kicked the door closed with my boot. As her soft lips consumed mine, returning my brutal kiss, I regretted not breaking the rules and kissing her at the club.
I knew nothing about her house, and I didn’t have the willpower to pull my mouth from hers and ask where her bedroom was. I didn’t need a bed anyway. Turning, I pressed her back up against the front door and shoved my thigh between her legs to keep her in place while I pushed her shirt up above her bra. I savagely yanked her bra down, causing her perfect tits to spill over the cups. Using one hand, I pinched and pulled her nipple while I set to work on removing her shorts with my other hand.
“Carbon,” she moaned.
“Chase,” I corrected. “My name’s Chase.”
Sliding an arm around her waist to hold her up, I let her feet dangle and yanked her shorts and panties off. They hit the floor, and her legs were back around my waist in an instant.
I pulled my mouth from hers and said, “I’m clean. Tell me you are and you’re on the pill.” She nodded rapidly and dove back for my lips. I unzipped my jeans, freed my cock, and paused. “You ready for me?”
She captured my lip ring between her teeth and gave it a little tug. “Fuck, yes.” With that, I slammed into her all the way to the hilt.
Bliss. Pure and total bliss. My inner turmoil quieted, and all that existed was me and her. Me in her. I swallowed her moans and relentlessly pounded into her tight little pussy. Pulling my mouth from her, I locked eyes with her as I fucked her hard and dirty. “You gotta come, baby,” I grunted. “Now, Harper. I want to feel you squeezing my cock. Fucking come all over me.”
She clamped down on me to the point it almost hurt. She screamed my name as she pulsed around me. “Chase! Oh, oh, don’t stop. Please. Fuck me harder.” I wasn’t going easy on her by any means, but I couldn’t refuse a request such as that. I gave it to her harder and faster, shoving myself impossibly deeper inside of her. She screamed. I came, my vision blurring and my knees weakening.
We ended up on the floor, still connected, me just as hard as I was before I filled her full of my come. She looked at me with glazed over eyes and smiled. I cupped her face in my hands and slowly brought my lips to hers as I started to move my hips again. “Not done yet,” I murmured against her lips. “You okay?”
“Please, Chase,” she whimpered.
“Please what, baby?” I wasn’t sure if she was asking for more or asking me to stop. If she was asking me to stop, I would, but it wouldn’t be easy. I needed this, and I needed it from her. I’d known it before, but I hadn’t wanted to acknowledge it and, to be honest, I still didn’t. Regardless, no other woman would ever compare to Harper Jackson.
“More. I want more, Chase,” she pleaded before latching onto my lip ring with her greedy little mouth.
I thrust my hips forward, causing her to slide across the floor. I wasn’t a gentle man, never had been and never would be. I liked to fuck hard and rough, and I needed to be in control. At The Booby Trap, I had to let her be in charge if I wanted to see her; but we weren’t at the club anymore, and I had some time to make up for.
I slid my arms underneath her and grasped her by her shoulders to keep her in place while I hammered into her pussy on the floor right inside her front door. She bit down on the tendon between my neck and shoulder, sending a jolt of pleasure and pain down my spine.
I pulled out and roughly flipped her over. Smacking her bare ass, I ordered, “Hands and knees.” She immediately complied, raising her pert little ass for the taking. My hands landed on her firm cheeks with a smack to hold her in place while I plunged back inside her.
“Harper,” I groaned. “Fuck, you feel good, baby. Play with that pussy for me. Make yourself come.” She balanced on one hand and stuck the other between her legs. When I thrust forward, her little fingers would caress my balls in the barest of touches. She was going to be the death of me.
I wrapped one hand around her neck and lightly squeezed, watching for any signs of distress from her. When I didn’t see any, I slightly increased the pressure and said, “You’re being a bad girl. I told you to play with that pussy, not my balls. What do you think I should do about that?” I growled, letting her have some of my weight against her back.
She moaned and mumbled, but nothing coherent came out of her mouth. “Answer me, Harper,” I barked, stilling my hips.
“Oh, oh, Chase. Ah, p-p-punish me,” she managed to get out between moans. It was probably a good thing that she couldn’t see the wicked grin that took over my face at her words.
“Gladly,” I growled. I increased the pressure around her neck, careful not to cut off her air supply, slapped her ass two more times, and pressed the pad of my thumb against her rear entrance.
She squealed and jolted, causing the tip of my thumb to enter her. I hadn’t meant to do anything other than apply a little pressure, but judging by the way her pussy drenched my cock, she liked it, so I left it there. After a dozen or so thrusts of my hips, I placed my lips against the shell of her ear and asked, “Do you want to come, naughty girl?”
“Please. Please, Chase.”
“You’ve got 10 seconds to come, or I’m shoving my cock in your tight little ass and fucking it until I’ve had my fill,” I growled.
That did it. She was pulsing around me and pulling me over the edge with her.
She.
Was.
Perfect.
I released her neck, and she slid down to her belly underneath me. Lowering myself with her, I rolled to the side and pulled her to me. We laid there until we caught our breath. Then, I rose to my knees, scooped her into my arms, and stood. “Where’s your room?”
CHAPTER SIX
Harper
He kept me up all night fucking me. Several times I wondered if he had taken one of those erectile dysfunction pills. He would come and be just as hard as he was when we started. I’d never seen anything like it. Over and over he fucked me, never seeming to get enough. My pussy was beyond sore and in need of a vacation, but I couldn’t bring myself to tell him to stop. I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about him since I met him and nothing, absolutely nothing, was going to interfere with our time together.
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nbsp; When the sun began to light the sky, he told me he had to get back to the club. I was disappointed, but I knew from things Duke and Judge had said, when the club needed them, they had to go. I kissed him goodbye at the door and watched him ride away, wondering when or if I would hear from him again.
I didn’t have to wonder long. He sent me a text message later that night.
Chase: Don’t make plans Friday night.
Harper: I might consider it if you asked nicely.
Chase: Do you want me to fuck your sweet pussy Friday night?
I couldn’t think of a decent response. The man had a way of getting me so flustered I couldn’t formulate anything beyond, “Yes, Chase. Whatever you want.”
Chase: You know you do. I know you do. Say yes.
I huffed and sent my reply.
Harper: Yes
I didn’t hear from him again until he was knocking on my front door Friday night. That became our pattern. Text, meet, fuck for hours, rinse and repeat. We did very little talking. One of the only conversations we had occurred during his second visit to my house, and it was regarding our relationship status and other people. We both agreed that there would be no one else while we were fucking each other, but neither of us wanted to be in a relationship; therefore, there was no reason to tell my brother anything. And that was how I came to be Chase’s secret fuck buddy.
It had been just over a year of our unique relationship when I learned that my brother had a baby he failed to tell me about with none other than Chase’s little sister. Aunt Leigh called to check in with me and mentioned the baby. I was beyond pissed at Duke, Reese, and Chase for keeping it from me. In a fit of anger, I packed a bag and drove my ass to Croftridge to let the three of them know exactly how I felt.
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