Beast_A Motorcycle Club Romance_Hounds of Hades MC

by Naomi West

  Once we both had drinks, he led me back towards the corner spot he'd been occupying before. I was glad to see that the blonde woman had moved away. “Didn't think your dad was going to let you come,” he told me.

  “I snuck out,” I admitted. It was a bit embarrassing to have to admit that, at twenty-two years old, I had snuck out the window of my dad's house to come out to a bar, but oh well. “Just—don't say anything about this to him, okay?”

  Rip laughed heartily. “Darling, I rather like working at your dad's shop. I'm not about to mess that up by telling the man that, oh by the way, I'm corrupting his daughter.”

  I smiled at him. “So you said you were going to introduce me to some people?” I asked.

  “I lied,” Rip said. “Tonight, I'm keeping you all to myself.” He grinned sharply at me, and I couldn't help the shudder of interest that ran along my spine. With that dangerous, devilish attitude of his, I was all too willing to spread my legs for him. But that made me think about Gary again.

  “All right, come on,” Rip said, noticing my expression. “Whatever you've been upset about all day, spit it out. What's wrong? I finally got your dad to agree to use your design for J.T.'s bike, and you've hardly even seemed excited about that.”

  I blushed and ducked my head. “It's just ...something that Gary said to me,” I admitted. I chanced a quick glance up, but Rip was still just watching me with a neutral expression on his face. I sighed. “He says that I don't have a place in the department or in the industry if I don't do what he wants.”

  “And what exactly does he want?” Rip said, and there was a hint of anger in his tone now, even though it didn't show in his face still.

  I didn’t want to tell Rip that part, but … “Well, remember how you said that he likes to sleep around with his students?” I asked, hoping that he could draw the lines from there.

  “He propositioned you,” Rip said flatly.

  I grimaced. “Something like that.”

  “What do you mean, 'something like that?’” Rip asked, and there was a note to his voice that I had never heard before.

  I took a big sip of beer and picked at the edge of the rough, wooden table. “Last night I wasn't in the library,” I admitted. “I was about to come home when Gary called me into his office so that he could talk about the project that I turned into him—the design for J.T.'s bike. He wanted to have a drink to celebrate how much good work I was doing in the department, and I stupidly agreed to it. Next thing I know, he's groping me and ...” I broke off, shuddering.

  “Did he rape you?” Rip asked sharply, and from the look in his eyes, I had the feeling that if I told him Gary had, he'd kill the man with his bare hands.

  “No,” I said, shaking my head. “He, uh, just felt me up a little and put his dick on my mouth—not in it, but against it. But then the security guy came and said they were locking up the building for the night, so Gary had to get out. And that's when Gary told me all the stuff about not having a place in the department if I don't do what he wants.” I ducked my head, feeling ashamed. I should never have thought otherwise about Gary to begin with. Of course I didn't have so much talent that he would be falling all over himself trying to help me break into the industry. He just played on that so that he could get me to trust him.

  I was still afraid to think of what might have happened if they hadn't been locking up the building at just the right moment.

  “I'm going to kill the fucker,” Rip muttered, his expression stormy.

  “Don't,” I insisted, putting a hand on his arm. “Look, I'm fine. A bit shaken up maybe, and a bit distracted, but nothing happened. And I don't want you to do anything to get me in trouble with the school, or with Gary, or with … I mean, I just don't want you to jeopardize my place in the program, any more than I want Gary to.”

  “Next time, you might not be that lucky,” Rip pointed out. “And I know guys like Gary—there will be a next time. Especially if you're still in his classes and hanging out around the university. You can't.”

  “Rip, if you start sounding like my dad, I swear to God-”

  “I'm not trying to sound like your dad,” Rip assured me. “I know that he's been a bit overprotective lately. That's not what I'm trying to do. But I am offering you my help, if you need it. I don't want to see you hurt.”

  “But I bet you would want something in return for helping me out too, wouldn't you?” I asked cynically. “What does it matter, if it's sex with Gary or sex with you?” It made a lot of difference, actually, but I wasn't about to tell Rip that I was kind of crushing on him, especially after he was being so nice to me that day.

  “Jessi, I would never force you to have sex with me in exchange for my helping you out,” Rip told me patiently. He grinned a little. “Now, if you wanted to offer sex with me as a payment for my helping you out...”

  “My dad would kill us both,” I told him. We’d leave it at that. I bit my lower lip, thinking it through. “What exactly could you do to Gary?” I asked.

  “Well, I'm guessing that you don't want me to just kill him outright,” Rip said, and although he was smiling, I could tell he was actually seriously offering to kill the man. “I could have him run out of town, though. He isn't part of a motorcycle club, so he has no allies. A threat from us could be the end of him here.”

  “He's a good professor, though,” I said despairingly. “I don't want him to touch me, but I also don't want him to not be my professor anymore.”

  “So maybe I need to have a little chat with him and make sure he understands that you're under our protection,” Rip offered. “And make sure that he knows that if anything else happens between the two of you—anything that makes you unhappy—then things will be more serious for him.”

  “Okay,” I agreed, finishing my beer. “But what would you want in return?”

  Chapter Seventeen

  Rip

  I couldn't tell Jessi exactly what I would want in return, because I didn't think she would ever agree to this otherwise. I needed her to keep the Hounds in Mick's good books, because we were hoping to take over the business someday. But Jessi wouldn't want to hear that, since it meant she wouldn't get to take over the family business. Greyhound Custom Motorcycles would be the perfect front for our club, though. It was a legitimate business that we could pass money and other dealings through.

  I didn't think Jessi would be interested in knowing about those plans, though.

  And short of that, the other things that I wanted were exactly what she had predicted. I couldn't help it, with her looking up at me with those big, baby blue eyes. All I could think was what a perfect mouth she had for giving a blowjob. But I wasn't an asshole like Ellsmith, and I wasn't going to go there.

  So it was back to the first option, but I couldn't tell her the full truth.

  “You father is not too happy with the Hounds of Hades at the moment,” I told her. “And especially not now that I've gone behind his back to give your design to J.T.”

  Jessi frowned at me. “What do you want me to do?” she asked.

  “Just try to keep the Hounds in your father's good books as much as you can,” I told her.

  Jessi grinned cheekily at me. “So I probably shouldn't be here in the clubhouse with you, against my dad's wishes?”

  I laughed and slung an arm around her shoulders. “Well, I'm definitely not complaining,” I told her.

  “Seriously, Rip, if you'll talk to Gary for me, I'd do anything to repay you,” she told me.

  I arched an eyebrow at her. “Anything?” I asked her.

  Her hand fell very deliberately into my lap, her eyes still seriously pinned to my face. “Anything.”.

  I frowned at her. “How much have you had to drink?”

  “Just the one beer,” she said defensively. “But, seriously, Rip, I ...” She trailed off, looking embarrassed. “You're really attractive, okay?”

  I blinked down at her, wondering if I had really just heard those words come out of her mouth. “Oh,
really?” I asked.

  “Yeah,” she said. “I've been fantasizing about you for a while now, but my dad would kill me if he knew. And I really want to keep going to university, and-”

  “Come on,” I said, making a split-second decision and standing up. “Let's go outside.”

  Jessi trailed outside after me, and I was glad that it was a relatively warm evening. I wasted no time in pressing her back against the wall outside the clubhouse, capturing her lips in mine. If I'd had any doubts about whether Jessi really wanted this, they vanished with that kiss. She practically melted against me, moaning as though she was already close to climax.

  But we were just getting started.

  I kissed her a bit viciously, wondering how much she could take. She seemed like such a good girl sometimes, but at the same time, in this industry, every woman was sort of a bad-ass. And the fact that she was letting me kiss her out in an alleyway, after she had snuck out of her dad's house to come meet me, led me to believe that maybe there was more to her than it seemed.

  I raked my teeth across her lower lip and plunged my tongue deep inside her mouth. I yanked at her hair and forced a leg in between hers, rutting against her hip because I needed there to be some sort of contact to relieve the pressure of my rapidly hardening erection. When I pulled away, I couldn't believe the sight that met my eyes. Her pupils were blown wide with lust, and her lips and cheeks were both flushed with color. Her hair was mussed up from where I had tugged at it, and she already looked totally fucked out. It was a good look for her.

  “I want to fuck you right here,” I growled at her, wondering what her response would be. I expected she was probably one of those good girls and that saying that would startle her and bring her back to reality—back to a world where there was no way in hell she was going to let me fuck her.

  “Please,” she whispered, glancing around. I could see her cheeks darken a little further, visible even under the dim lighting. “I've never been fucked outside before,” she admitted. “This is ...sexy. I'm not going to lie.”

  I laughed and popped open the button of her jeans. “Pull these down and bend over, then,” I told her, but there was a layer of command to my tone that I was sure she heard based on the way she shivered.

  She did exactly as I asked, putting her hands against the wall and bending down so that she was open and ready to be fucked. I slid my fingers into her first, not rushing things, trying to get a feel for how willing she was. I couldn't help groaning. “Oh my god, you're wet,” I murmured, bending down and sucking a kiss into the soft skin just behind her ear.

  She gave a breathy gasp and turned her head away, and I took that as an invitation to bite down a little, marking her as mine. Her fingers flexed against the brick wall of the clubhouse, and I could tell she was going to be pretty easy to work over into an orgasm.

  “How long has it been since you were with anyone?” I asked her, suddenly curious.

  “Too long,” she groaned, bending even further down, presenting a glorious picture of wanton desire.

  I wanted to push her for a more exact answer, but faced with that view, I could hardly form the words. Deciding that she was slick and open enough, I gave my prick a few firm tugs and then lined it up against her slit, thrusting roughly into her. From the way she collapsed even further against the bricks, I could tell that she had no complaints.

  “You like it rough, don't you?” I asked her in a deep voice, tugging at her hair a little, my grip tight on her hips as I set a punishing pace. “You act like such a good little daddy's girl, but you're really just a needy little slut, begging for attention, aren't you?”

  “Yes,” she whimpered, and that alone was nearly my undoing. I hadn't expected a response like that. “I'm such a naughty little slut,” she told me. “Letting you fuck me in the alley like this.”

  “That's right,” I growled, bringing my hand down hard against her exposed ass. The explosion of red against her pale, milky skin was such an incredible turn-on that I had to do it again ...and again. “Such a naughty little slut,” I agreed as she arched against me. “Are you going to come for me, slut?”

  “Please,” she begged. “Please, let me come, sir. Please.”

  I changed the angle suddenly so that I was pounding ruthlessly into her very core. “Come for me,” I ordered her, wrapping my hands around her neck and choking her a little, not letting up the pace even as I felt her walls tightening around me.

  It was feeling her orgasm crashing over her that pulled me through my own climax, and I shot rope after rope of hot, sticky come. For a long moment, I rested there, my arm pressed against the rough bricks, breathing hard and trying to come back into myself. Then I pulled away from Jessi, who stood up, looking dazed, and began to fix her clothing.

  For all her bravado during the act, she looked a bit spooked now, and I tried to find something to say other than, “that was amazing,” which was all that I really was thinking.

  “I should go,” Jessi told me.

  “Wait,” I told her, reaching out and catching her wrist.

  She shook her head, though. “No, Rip,” she said, still shaking her head. “Please, just—just let me go.”

  Chapter Eighteen

  Jessi

  I woke up the next morning from a night of restless sleep. I couldn't seem to stop thinking about Rip, not since we had fucked outside the Hounds of Hades clubhouse. God, I didn't know what had come over me. It wasn't just the drinks. I knew that much. I hadn't had that much to drink, and besides, that wouldn't explain why I was so ready to throw out all of my inhibitions.

  I let him fuck me. I was under no illusions about it. We weren't making love or anything like that. We were just fucking. Getting out our carnal desire for one another. No matter what I might want, I was under no illusions that Rip wouldn't want me like that. He had a different girl every night—all these beautiful, bombshell babes like the blonde that I'd seen with him at the start of the night at the clubhouse. Probably by the next night or the night after that, he'd have someone new that he was sleeping with.

  What alarmed me the most was that I didn't really mind. It wasn't that I wasn't jealous. I kind of was, in some weird, irrational way. Rip wasn't my boyfriend or anything even remotely similarto that, and I didn't want him to be. But at the same time, I didn't really want to hear that he was sleeping with anyone else, and I was sure I'd overhear something about that if I hung around the shop long enough.

  But beyond the jealousy, I didn't really want him to be my boyfriend. It was just nice to have someone to take care of my needs like he had.

  And it was good sex. It was a bit rougher than I'd ever had before—okay, a lot rougher than I'd ever had before, but I kind of appreciated that. There was something carnal and animalistic about it, and it was nice just to give up all my cares and bend to Rip's will. Plus, it had helped me get out all my angst against Gary and all my frustration over my father and the shop and the curfew.

  I felt relaxed that morning, in a way that I hadn't felt in a while.

  We could never do that again, though. And facing Rip at work that morning was awkward, to say the least. I only wished that it were Monday and that I had the whole week to process what we'd done before I really had to see him again, except in passing. Instead, we were stuck working side by side for hours, beginning to hunt down the pieces for J.T.'s bike and put together at least some of the more crucial elements of the engine.

  It was torture being so close to him and not being able to talk about what had happened. I wondered if Dad was picking up on the tension between the two of us, and if he knew that something had happened. But if he had known that something had happened, he would have said something, I was sure. He wouldn't have just allowed me to sneak out of the house and get away with it.

  I blushed, remembering hotly the things that Rip had done to me the previous night. I wondered if things were always like that with him—if he was always so domineering and demanding. I kind of hoped that he was. I mean, I
imagined that sweet sex with him might be just as fulfilling, but there was just a little extra something, seeing Rip the way that he must be, deep down, underneath it all.

  I had to stop thinking about it, I realized, as I very nearly fumbled the same piece for the third time.

  “Where the hell is your head today, Jessi?” Rip asked peevishly, and I couldn't keep from blinking back tears at the sharp tone of his rebuke. For a fleeting moment, I imagined that there was something soft and speculative in his gaze, as though he might feel bad about upsetting me, but it was gone before I could determine if maybe I'd only imagined it.

  It was all so confusing.

  Later that afternoon, as I was trying to track down the last of the parts that we would need for J.T.'s bike—at least for now—Rip let out a frustrated growl from the other side of the shop. “Mick, this-” He broke off, tossing a wrench across half the shop, letting it fall with a clatter against the concrete floor.