“The twins facing our way are Rage and Karma.”
Honest to God, I stutter as I gasp. “T-twins? We’re getting twins?”
“Mmhmm, and the third is Frost.”
“Rage, Karma and Frost,” I repeat trying to memorize their names. I probably sound like a twat.
“That ain’t all, either,” Blaze interrupts. “Nomads added to their ranks after all this time. When Ex, Spidey and Rugger pull in next time, they’ll have two new boys riding along with them. Names are Knuckle Buster and Magnum. they came straight off classified deployments and have been fully patched. Those two are some bad ass special forces veterans. you be careful warming their beds alone, sugar. I’m sure they’re some decent fellows if the Oath Keepers let them into the fold. However, they’re way too wild to be cooped up on a compound and with the shit they’ve seen and done, you won’t want to fall asleep in their beds without someone else there to save your ass if needed.”
My chest grows tight at his words, the cavity suddenly flooded with anxiety. It’s rare the brothers warn you about other members, and it’s always in your best interest to heed their advice. I learned that the hard way when Saint and Sinner had some rough fun with me for the first time. I wasn’t expecting Saint to be so challenging, even if the guys had forewarned me. I was too stupid to listen and nearly ended up with a slit throat.
With a swallow, I inquire, “Do either of you know anything about the three new prospects?”
Chaos leans in to speak lowly near my ear. “Frost came to join us from up north. He was Bronx’s blood brother.”
My hand flies to my heart, remembering the day Bronx was brutally murdered by the Iron Fists. I’ll never forget that terrifying day. Members were killed, Blaze nearly died, Princess was beaten badly, and Nightmare’s son was kidnapped. It was horrifying and I’d never seen the club so heartbroken and angry all at once. Bronx was so damn young when he died...too young to be stolen from the world.
“Oh, Bronx,” I whisper and both men nod solemnly. Blaze exhales a heavy sigh, his mind going back to replay the memories of the torture he endured, I’m sure. He’d tried so hard to protect Princess and Nightmare’s family—Bethany and little Maverick. He’d ended up nearly bleeding to death from stab wounds; many of us thought he wasn’t going to make it. One day at a time he slowly regained his strength and Blaze prevailed, showing just how strong he truly is, but it was a scary process.
Chaos clears his throat, choking down his own emotions from remembering. He guzzles his beer down before continuing. “The twins are a couple of Torch’s cousins—Rage and Karma, don’t let the names fool you, sweetheart. They each fit the men well. Definitely the same blood in their veins as Torch’s.”
Blaze agrees. “The members that they’re kin to besides Torch also came from the Widow Makers. They were past members that’ve perished. The twins aren’t some backwoods farm boys looking for a place to call home. They’re misfits, sugar. They’re the assholes hiding in dark alleys, the men that don’t fit in with the normal population.” He mutters the last bit, “Just like the rest of us.”
He’s wrong, but I don’t voice my opposition. Sure the guys here don’t really fit in to normal standards, but they aren’t what I’d label misfits. They each have their own demons to deal with and are a bit rough around the edges, but inside I recognize that they’re good men. I may not be close to every single one of them, but I know the brothers well enough to distinguish that they’re loyal to a fault. These men love with every breath they take when they finally find someone who they deem deserves it. That’s freaking amazing in my opinion and the women are so, so lucky to have that kind of passionate, devoted love bestowed upon them.
“You’ll meet the new prospects in a sec, sweetheart.” Chaos squeezes my side. “We’re loading up the liquor cause we want to get them stupid drunk until they’re puking up everything and are too hung over to move tomorrow. Then we’ll have them clean the bathrooms—scrub out the toilets first thing with tiny brushes.”
A giggle bursts from me at his ridiculous plan. It was probably Blaze’s idea. I wouldn’t put it past him anyway, always up for a laugh. These are the times I enjoy the most being at the club surrounded by my family, when we get to let loose and have fun. Some people might think I’ve lived a jaded lifestyle, but they’d be wrong. Sure, times aren’t always picture perfect and I may not get the man of my dreams in the end, but I’ve lived an interesting life being around these people. I’m sure tonight won’t be any different, either, and for that, I’m grateful.
“She’s pretty fuckin’ hot,” the twins, Karma and Rage mumble to each other. I keep catching both taking turns gawking over toward the bar. I’m aware that Cherry’s standing with Blaze and Chaos over there. I’d felt her presence the moment she’d stepped foot into the same room as me.
I’ve done my damndest to remain busy and to take a breather away from what happened between both of us the other day. I’m still not too sure what to even feel about it. She’s a club whore, so she’s willing to please all of the brothers, whenever they desire her to. I know damn well that I’m nothing remotely special to her. She’s never once attempted to kiss me before, though, and no matter how small that kiss was, it’s had me wrapped up, consumed with it in my head ever since.
Rage and Karma’s matching emerald irises sparkle, as they murmur something back and forth to each other that I can’t hear. No doubt whatever the fuck they’re saying is about Cherry. I’m guessing they’re busily making plans to get their dicks wet, Cherry being the first conquest. Karma and Rage are both new here, so I understand they don’t realize that prospects rarely get to fuck our club sluts, if ever, until they get patched. They’ll be sorely disappointed, but too fucking bad. You must earn everything you get here, even rights to fuck the club’s live-in pussy.
Pretty sure I learned that the hard way when Viking wouldn’t cave in and let me join the club ranks right away. I was already a Widow Maker; hell, I’d practically been born in that damn cut with my father being the president. I came here with Jekyll looking for my brother when I was fifteen years old. Once I was under Viking’s care, he was determined to make me be a somewhat normal teenager. I was far from it, but he tried at least.
Finally, when I turned eighteen, he and the other brothers allowed me prospect for them. Just recently after I turned twenty, the brothers voted on me being the club’s newest vice president. It was the last thing I’d expected from any of them. I truly believed they’d keep me at the lowest spot on the totem pole for years to come or until we got some new prospects in. Rather, they put me in the number two spot right out of prospecting and I’m grateful they have that much confidence in my leadership and loyalty toward the Oath Keepers and its members.
The two, dark-haired brothers finally get up the nerve to ask me about Cherry. “So, she one of theirs?” The guy on the left nods behind me. I think he’s Karma. Fuck if I know, they both look the damn same—green eyes, black hair, and muscles with a side of bottled up anger ready to burst free. Being related to Torch though, it’s no surprise. He has a pretty fucked up family, a bit like my own was once upon a time.
To my right, Torch scoffs. “Cherry and Honey are club whores who live here. Honey will be out soon. Watch out for that crazy bitch though. She has the false sense that she’s gonna get claimed by a brother, a whore who thinks she’s patch material.”
“Blaze, Chaos, Torch, Smokey, and I don’t have ol’ ladies,” I fill in. “Saint, Sinner, Mercenary, Viking, and Nightmare have claimed women. You’ll know who they are as they wear ol’ lady patches. And also because if you touch one of them, you’ll get your face caved in.”
Karma and Rage both nod, along with Frost. Torch calls over his shoulder for Cherry, and like the good woman she is, she makes her way to us quickly. I’d bet my left nut that she’s curious anyhow. Coming to stand at my side, my hand falls to her shoulder. With a tight grip, I tuck her into my chest. “Cherry, meet Frost, Karma, and Rage. They’re our new
club prospects.”
Her lips turn up into a friendly smile, and I hold onto her just a touch tighter. “Hi guys, nice to meet you.”
“The pleasure is ours, trust me,” Karma murmurs as Rage openly checks her out. His gaze runs up and down her a few times, and for some reason my chest grows tight with irritation. The fucker just met her and is acting rude as fuck. They should show her a bit more respect, club whore or not. She’s standing beside me under my arm now.
“Cherry’s a good girl,” I find myself needlessly remarking, my voice rougher than it was a moment ago. “If I hear of anyone not being respectful, you’ll have to deal with me.”
She glances up at me momentarily, surprised at my threat. I keep my mouth shut, swallowing so I stop talking like a damn idiot. Where the hell did that shit come from? She’s a fucking club whore, open to all of the brothers. I keep having to remind myself that I’m not the only one who fucks her, and I’m finding with each passing reminder, it pisses me the hell off.
“No worries, boss.” Frost grins. “We’ll be nice.” He winks at her and I feel like I’m going to rip his fucking scalp off. My hand tenses on Cherry’s shoulder; it’s too tight and it probably hurts her, but I’m drowning in the moment. Locking gazes with Frost, I’m about to growl at him to shut the fuck up when the club door swings open.
She steps through the door, finding me immediately and it’s like a bucket of ice water is thrown over me. “The fuck?” This bitch has no reason whatsoever to be disturbing my club and who in the fuck even let her in through the gate?
“I told you we weren’t finished yet, Odin,” Mercy May declares taking one determined step after the other until she reaches me. She’s about four inches shorter than Cherry, but you’d never know it with the look she shoots down her nose at her. Mercy notices my hand on Cherry’s shoulder and rolls her eyes. “Tell your little skanky whore to go play with someone else’s cock. We need to talk.”
Mercy’s got some nerve, but that’s how she’s always been when it’s come to me. It used to turn me on, witnessing her get a touch possessive, but now it’s just fucking annoying. Cherry remains silent and locked in place at my side. She’s never listened to Mercy before, only me. If I wanted her to stay away, so Mercy and I could try and work shit out, she would. If I wanted to fuck her, no matter if I’d been fucking Mercy or not, or another female for that matter, Cherry would. She’s always been my go-to chick, and Mercy hates her with a passion because of it.
With a grunt, I stand taller, staring down at the small female. I overshadow her tiny ass by at least a foot, maybe more. If Cherry was a vindictive bitch, she could easily put her down, but she’s not that kind of person. She’s the lover, not fighter type, which is fine with me. I’ve always been the fighter. “Not fuckin’ happening, Mercy. The fuck you doin’ here at my club anyhow?”
Torch’s arms cross, making his muscles bulge. His nostrils flare as he glares down at my ex right alongside me. She’s always been leery of Torch and him of her as well. I told him awhile back and he uses it to my advantage to make her uneasy. After all the shit she’s pulled, he’s over it.
“Don’t do this, Odin. I need you.”
“You’re getting married; you need to start running to him to solve your problems. Not me. Just because you’re in town doesn’t make you my responsibility. Spin will lose his shit if he catches wind of you being over here.”
“My brother already knows I’m here right now.”
I nearly choke. The bitch is just trying to get her brother to kill my ass with this shit, I swear.
“I repeat, what the fuck are you doing here?” I’m ready to toss her ass on the other side of the fence in case Spin decides to roll up on my ass having a fucking tantrum or some shit.
She flicks her gaze at the new guys, taking them in one by one and I get the feeling she’s not sure if she should say what she has to in front of them. Too damn bad. I refuse to be alone with her. I’ll say it a hundred times if I must. I am done with her.
“Spit it out. These are just our newest prospects. They can hear whatever it is you feel like you have to say to me. They’re associated with the club now. This better be some closure bullshit or something to that effect. Do you just need a goodbye fuck?” I ask, suddenly curious if my guess before was right after all.
She blows out a breath and I can’t hold back from exploding at her again. I have too much anger built up inside where she’s concerned. Our relationship was never healthy to begin with and whatever bit is left is far from even civil at this point. I’m at a place in my life where I never want to see the bitch again. You don’t pretend you’re pregnant by a man just to fuck with his life and then expect him to get over the shit. It’s not happening.
“You know what, I don’t care. You want to fuck? Go and fuck one of them,” I point to the three new prospects all eagerly watching this showdown take place. “You need saving? Ask someone else. I’m not fucking Captain Save-a-ho. I’m not getting drawn back into your fucked-up shit. We were over years ago. I warned you from the start I didn’t want a relationship with you. I told you flat out I’d never claim you, yet you kept finding ways to ‘make’ us be together. I’m done.” At that, I give her my back, and take off toward the rooms with Cherry in tow.
Mercy has a shit ton of nerve showing up here and demanding my attention. I can’t believe she treated Cherry that way too. Well, I should since she’s done it in the past, but it wasn’t necessary. It was bad enough that those damn twins were licking their chops when it came to Cherry but then to have Mercy comes in calling her a whore right after too. Crazy that she’s the club slut yet is the one who acts with the most decency and class out of all of them. I’m going to have to get used to the prospects too. I don’t want to be a dick to Bronx’s blood brother, really, but if he doesn’t learn his place and quick, then I will be. The same goes for Karma and Rage. They’ll get a taste of real rage when Viking comes back, and they act like fools where Princess is concerned.
“I’m sorry, Odin,” Cherry mutters, her hand resting on my chest as we stride to my room. She gazes at me, irises full of concern for my well-being, not worried about herself in the slightest.
“You don’t have shit to be sorry for, beautiful. Mercy’s just fucking tripping is all. I told her to get off my dick long ago. She’s jealous and looking desperate.”
“What does she have to be jealous of?”
With a twist of my wrist, I fling my room door open, making sure to lock it behind us. I swear to Christ if someone interrupts us I may start throwing blows. “Mercy’s jealous of you,” I fill her in. Surprised she doesn’t already know. “Shit, they all are except the ol’ ladies.”
A giggle breaks free from her, the sound hitting me in the chest. I never gave two fucks before if Cherry was laughing or comfortable, but damn that sound has been hitting me hard here recently. “You’re mixing me up with someone else,” she argues, making me snort. “How many shots did you have with the brothers already?”
Shaking my head, I scoff; I can drink any of those asses under the table easily. Not Nightmare or Viking, but I can hold my liquor with the others. Jekyll had me drinking regularly with the Widow Makers when I was twelve years old. “I’m not mixing up shit.” Growling, I toss her sexy ass to the bed. “You know what I want.” Following behind, within a few steps, I’m yanking her clothes off, eager to bury myself in her.
She faces the headboard as I instructed, awaiting my next orders. Her clothes go flying in different directions somewhere behind me and the greeting of her creamy, smooth skin has a groan deep in my chest rumbling loose. “I fucking love your tits...but damn, that ass is sexy as fuck. Bend over and let me fuck it, beautiful.”
Her thighs clench, her ass wiggling from side to side trying to create friction on her pussy. I want to grab it, fist it tightly and make her be still. “Stop moving. I’ll give that tight pussy pleasure when I’m good and ready. You impatient, well we can stop for a break and you can wait longer for th
at orgasm.”
“No! Please don’t stop, Odin.”
“Mm.” My palm rubs over her big, round ass in anticipation. “Spread those thighs wide beautiful; let me see that perfect, tight hole.”
“Like this?” She pushes her ass out as she leans onto her forearms, taunting me with the delectable sight. Wetness coats the inside of her legs, telling me just how excited she really is in this moment. She loves me bossing her just as much as I love doing it.
I smack the cheek closest to me, and then palm it, holding her hips from rocking. My free hand reaches for her wetness, my fingers running up and down her drenched slit. “Ready and waiting,” I murmur, my middle finger circles her clit as my thumb teases her entrance. Cherry’s responsive to my every touch and there’s not a bigger compliment that she can give me than to show me just how good I make her feel.
“Yesss,” she sighs and I press her button harder then pull away completely. Using her pussy juices, I swipe them back to coat her puckered rim. It’s been a while since I’ve taken her ass and whenever I do, she shoots off damn near immediately. Her hot spot must be exactly where my cock hits because she goes absolutely wild for it.
“You want my hard cock? You need this cock inside you?” Releasing the round cheek, I yank at my jeans until my long, hard length springs free. Moving my other hand away, I take my fleshy steel in my palm, lining it up. She’s so fucking horny her ass pushes back against me, wanting me to shove my dick inside her hard and fast. She’s silently begging to be pounded.
“Please, don’t make me keep waiting for it.”
I love it when she begs me, so I give her what she hungers for. My hand curls around her hip securely as my pelvis eagerly thrusts forward. Her warm tightness sheaths my cock, the vice tugging at my skin making me rumble a loud growl filled with bliss. So damn good. Her mouth, her pussy, her ass...it all feels amazing enclosed around me.
Cherry moans and I pop my hips, driving in deep. When her moans turn to pleading for me to take her ass like I’d teased, I follow through fucking her like she belongs to me and no other. My hips piston, pushing my cock in and out. Our flesh smacks together with each powerful plunge. “I want you to finger that dripping pussy until you come. Do it, now.”
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