by Jani Kay
I was going to be a worthy man and nothing was going to stop me.
Nothing.
Not the law.
Not Cobra.
And fucking definitely not Ryder.
I smirked at my reflection and turned away from the mirror, my mind firmly made up.
Back in the bedroom, I instantly searched for Lexi in my bed. She breathed softly, curled into a ball, her raven hair strewn over her pillow. I let go of the breath I’d been holding, expelling the air slowly as I snuck around to the wrong side of my bed. I dropped the towel to the floor and crept in behind her.
Renewed vigor caused my spirit to soar for a moment and I snuggled in behind the sexiest ass on the planet with a grin on my face and a new plan in my head. My heavy cock throbbed against her backside and I had to fight the urge to rip the stupid clothes off her body and fuck the shit out of her for giving me such a hard time.
Vengeance would be mine. Finally I’d be good enough.
5 — Razor
Waking at dawn, I reluctantly let go of the sleeping woman I’d held in my arms all night while she gently snored, totally unaware of my closeness.
Without disturbing her, I rolled over and rose from the bed. My stiff dick screamed for attention, but I ignored it and went for a piss, taking care not to make a noise or to wake Lexi. I slipped into the jeans I’d left on the bathroom floor and found the freshest T-shirt from a pile in the corner to pull over my head, fastened the buckle of my belt and crept slowly back to the bedroom.
Watching Lexi’s face as she slept stirred something inside me. She was beautiful beyond anything I could describe because I didn’t have the words to do her beauty justice.
Her long dark lashes lay heavy against her cheeks and I noticed smudges of mascara around her eyes, yet she still looked more than fucking adorable. I fought the impulse to lean over and kiss her, in case she woke up and yelled at me.
Not that I was afraid of her anger. I was used to it and usually it kinda turned me on, but for once I just wanted to stare at her face and not see her scorn or feel her aloofness cut into me.
Lexi was a contradiction if ever I saw one. Hard-core tough bitch on the outside, but that didn’t fool me, because I caught glimpses of her with Jamie and Isabella when she wasn’t aware I was watching her. The tenderness she showed the kids tugged my insides every fucking time so that I had to look away before I became a puddle of mush. That just wouldn’t do for a man like me. Fuck, I couldn’t just melt at the sight of a woman and kids. That was fucking crazy!
I leaned over and brushed my lips over her cheek, sucking in a deep breath to inhale her scent. It knocked the wind out of me that such a simple thing could stir so much desire inside me. I abruptly pulled away and left the room, my boots in my hand as I quietly closed the door behind me.
A chuckle caused my head to jerk to the left. Logan stood a few yards away with his arms crossed over his chest and a snigger on his pretty boy face.
“What the fuck you staring at?” I growled, not in the mood for a squabble so fucking early in the morning.
“You. Sneaking out like a pussy.” He pointed a finger at my head. “What the fuck happened to your hair? Lexi get hold of you while you were sleeping?”
The prick should’ve been long gone after we buried Ratbag and it annoyed the crap out of me that he still hung around just because Cobra had taken pity on him at the time of the funeral and invited him to stay as long as he wanted to.
Big fucking mistake. One I was planning to fix.
“Mind your own fucking business,” I snapped. If he didn’t watch out, I’d close his fucking smart mouth for good. I’d been itching to lay a fist or two into him on several occasions and he was fucking with me at the wrong time.
Bastard didn’t listen.
“Lexi too much for you to handle?” Amusement glowered in his blue eyes.
Heat rose up and swarmed my neck. My fists curled by my sides as I glared at the fucker. I ground my teeth and clenched my jaw. He was living on borrowed time.
For the hundredth time, I wondered if he’d ever tried his luck with Lexi. His reputation for fucking every chick who’d ever come to the club riled the shit out of me. The club whores were biker chicks and that was the way it was supposed to be. Just because he was smooth talking and had a ridiculous accent, the fucking chicks were all over him like a fucking rash. He wasn’t supposed to be their type, but I guessed that bitches didn’t care if the dude had a big fucking dick.
“Don’t start shit with me if you don’t wanna get hurt, pretty boy. Step out of my fucking way.”
What self-respecting man hung around months later, pretending to be a fucking biker when he was as soft as a fucking teddy bear. He didn’t fit in at the club and I didn’t see any reason to keep him around any longer.
Making a mental note to get rid of him, I pushed passed him, ramming him into the wall with my shoulder using all the force of my seething anger.
He whined like a girl behind me, but I didn’t care to look back. He’d be gone, tail between his legs, by the end of the day. With a satisfied smirk, I entered the clubroom.
I marched up to Ox who was lazing on the couch with a steaming coffee in his large hands. “I need to talk to you in the office. I’ll just grab a coffee first.” I was counting on it that Ox would know how to get rid of the cocksucker Aussie. He was good at cleaning up a fucking mess, and this was one of those instances I needed his help.
Pouring from the large pot on the stove, I took a few sips and grimaced. How anyone could drink this shit without sugar to sweeten the bitterness was unimaginable. I added three heaped teaspoons to my mug and stirred.
“Too much sugar is bad for you,” Mia said behind me. I spun around to catch her wiping the sleep from her eyes. She looked worn out, even though it was early morning, as if she hadn’t slept much the night before. Her hair was still tangled and she self-consciously tugged at her crumbled sleeping shorts.
“Something has to kill me eventually,” I sneered.
Her eyes widened and she sucked in a breath. “What happened to your hair?”
“Had a fight with a razor and lost,” I said dryly.
Only a small smile played on her lips and she quickly averted her gaze as I stared down at her, a frown deepening between my brows.
Mia was gorgeous and I could see how Cobra would kill for her. I had a soft spot for my sister in law. She’d been through some tough shit, yet she’d never given up on Cobra.
I want my woman to love me the same way she loves her man.
“The question is how are you?” Guilt roiled in my gut as I took in the dead give-away puffiness under her eyes. She’d been crying. Fuck, I didn’t know that much about chicks, but I knew when they’d been shedding bucket loads of tears.
She shook her head so her locks fell behind her back, all the way down to her ass, and shrugged. “Only a few more days till Cobra comes home. And he still won’t agree to step down from being President. It’s fucking killing me, Razor. You’ve got to talk to him . . . get him to quit.”
I sucked in a breath. My gaze bored into her dark chocolate eyes. They were so fucking hard to read. “What are you saying, Mia?”
Her breath hitched. “I don’t care who the president of the Scorpio Stingers is any more, as long as it’s not Cobra.” She lifted her chin. “I can’t go through this again, Razor. I just can’t. We’ve lost too much already.”
I nodded. I wasn’t a fucking expert on marriage, but life had taught me a few things. “You’ve been through so much more than the average wife. Even that of a biker.”
Her eyes glittered and tears brimmed the edges. “I love your brother. Isn’t that what wives do?”
Fuck, I couldn’t deal with her tears now. I reached out and rubbed her shoulders in big circular motions with my thumbs, unable to speak. My Adam’s apple bobbed as I swallowed the lump in my throat. I’d give both my fucking balls if Lexi would love me like that.
I took a moment to gather
my thoughts. It was time for me to take over the club. Yeah, I had a few things to prove. To my brothers, to Lexi, but most of all to myself.
“I can fucking do it.” I breathed hard through my nostrils, my heart pumping like crazy as I gripped her shoulders harder.
Mia’s eyes rounded and her lips parted slightly as she stared at me as if I’d lost the plot. “What do you mean?”
“I can be president of the Scorpio Stingers. I know it in my fucking bones that I’d be good at it.”
Mia bit into her lip. She didn’t?
“What?” I barked as I watched her face drain of color and then her cheeks grow red.
She flinched and shrugged her shoulders to loosen my grip on them. She took a step backward and cleared her throat.
Turning her head sideways, she gave me a once over from top to bottom, like my school teacher used to do. She placed her fists on her hips and smiled.
“You know what? For the first time I agree. Something about you is changing and I can’t quite put my finger on it, but I can kinda see you as Pres.”
I grinned from ear to ear in spite of myself. “Yeah? You think so?”
She nodded. “I really do. Cobra—”
Mia stopped speaking and left that hanging in the air. I finished her sentence for her.
“Cobra doesn’t think I can do it because I’m too hot headed. That may be true, but it also means I’m passionate about what I believe in. I can learn the ropes, be a great fucking leader if given a chance.”
Why was I justifying myself to my brother’s woman? I felt like a tool.
“Anyway, Ryder Knox isn’t any better than me. If Cobra ain’t pres any more, it should naturally be me.”
Mia placed a hand on my arm. “It’s not that simple, Razor. You know that.” She exhaled a long breath and her voice softened. “Cobra loves you, but he wants the best for the club. Can you understand that?”
Rage swarmed my gut, swirling hot in my belly. “Cobra thinks Ryder is a better man than me. That’s rich coming from my own fucking flesh and blood,” I bellowed.
Withdrawing her hand, Mia shrank away. She gave me a hard look, then said, “Well look at your behavior now. You’re proving him right. Until you learn to control your anger, Cobra’s not going to buy it.” She almost looked disappointed.
I took a chance. “And you do?” Maybe there was a way to get to Cobra through Mia.
She chewed the corner of her lip for a moment. I could practically see the cogs turning in her brain.
“It would be the perfect solution to everything.” There was a slight edge of excitement in her voice. Perfect solutions didn’t exist and Mia especially should’ve known that, but I wanted to hear what she was thinking.
“Meaning?” My head ached and I wasn’t in the mood to figure out puzzles.
“Well, Jade doesn’t want Ryder to be pres. I’m not allowing Cobra either. So we’re kinda stuck here.” She crossed her arms and tapped her left foot on the linoleum floor. “You could just be the right man, you know.”
“Isn’t that what I’ve been saying?” I growled. Why wasn’t anyone listening to me? It could save everyone a fuckload of hassles.
“Yeah, you have. Nobody wants to hear you. But I’m listening.”
I never thought the day would come that I would ask for a woman’s help. “Think you could change Big Brother’s view on this?”
“If you move away from the coffee so I can get some, too, that might help me think of a way to sell it to Cobra so that he thinks it’s his own idea.”
I grinned. I liked the way she was thinking. Maybe there was a chance I could become pres without too much of a battle after all. But I’d made up my mind about my future and nothing was going to stop me.
Not Cobra.
Not any patched member.
And fucking definitely not Ryder.
6 — Lexi
I stretched and yawned before I realized where I was. In Razor’s fucking bed.
Rolling onto my back, I turned my head and saw that he was gone. I checked the clock. Only seven AM. The sun cracked through the opening between the curtains and made a line on the bedcovers and above my head. I watched the dust particles dance in the beam, entranced for a few moments while I sorted through my thoughts.
Contrary to what I’d believed, Razor had slept beside me without as much as putting a hand on me. If he did, I had no knowledge of it and my shorts were still in place.
Good. I don’t want his pierced dick anywhere near me.
I only had six more nights in his bed and then I’d be off the fucking hook. Yet at the back of my head I couldn’t help wondering if I was losing my touch. Was Razor not interested in fucking me that he didn’t even try?
I rolled out of bed and smoothed my top. It had crawled up and one breast had escaped the confines of my bra. I wasn’t used to sleeping in underwear, but Razor hadn’t given me a chance to grab any clothes from my bedroom and like hell was I sleeping naked next to him. After I fixed my clothes, I went to the bathroom to empty my bladder. I ran a hand through my hair and leaned closer to the mirror to wipe the black panda blotches from under my eyes.
I’m glad Razor didn’t see my messed up face.
Pfttt. I didn’t care what Razor thought of me, so why would it bother me if he saw my morning face or for that matter smelled my morning breath? He could suck it up for all I cared.
I slipped my feet into my shoes and went in search of a cup or two of strong black joe. If I didn’t get any soon, I’d be a grumpy bitch for the rest of the day. Since I’d given up smoking, my craving for caffeine had intensified to the point I could murder anyone in the mornings who just looked at me wrong.
As I pulled the door closed behind me, Logan came down the hallway.
“Good morning, Sunshine.” He grinned widely while his eyes roamed my body. “Fuck, but you look hot for this early in the day.”
I smiled back. Logan was a smooth operator all right, but he just wasn’t my type. He was way too blonde and boyishly good looking for that. On top of that he was tall and thin. I didn’t do skinny men. Muscled and tanked like Ryder. That was my type.
“Hey,” I greeted. “You’re up early.” He’d be a cool friend to hang out with, but I’d never consider fucking him.
“Just had breakfast. I have a few things to do today and I couldn’t sleep, so I figured I might as well start the day.” He pointed his chin down the hallway in the direction from where he’d come. “Razor’s back there and not in a good mood. What did you do to him? Good one on his hair, by the way.” He waggled his eyebrows. When I looked at him in confusion he chuckled. “Or is the question what didn’t you do to him?”
Sometimes I just didn’t understand the Aussie. He had a few strange turn of phrases and maybe I was still half asleep, so I ignored his questions.
“I need coffee,” I said as I tried to slip passed him. No doubt we’d be bumping into one another more regularly than usual in the next few days since he was only two doors down form Razor.
He blocked me by stretching his long lean frame across from wall to wall. “Let me know when you need more than coffee. If Razor can’t make you happy, sneak out and come over to my bed, okay. I promise to please you, Lexi. A woman like you is made for pleasure.”
“Wow. Why not just come out with it and ask if you can fuck me?”
Logan turned red. “Because Razor would rip my fucking head off. He already doesn’t like me.”
“You’re not afraid of him are you?” I teased. Even though I had no intention of taking up Logan’s offer, it felt good to be desired by a stud with his reputation.
The surfer-wannabe-biker gave me a sheepish grin. “Promise you won’t tell him?”
I tilted my head to the side. “Tell him what?”
“I’ve had my eye on you since the first time I saw you. But Hammer warned me . . . said you were Razor’s girl and that meant he’d kill me if I as much as looked at you.”
I pushed out my chest. “I’m
not Razor’s fucking old lady. I lost a bet, but in six days I’m a free woman. Look me up then.” Fuck that. Who did Razor think he was?
His eyes gleamed. He licked his lips as his gaze rested on my rack. “Are you serious? I’d fucking love that.”
“Eyes up here, lover boy,” I joked, drawing his attention away from my boobs.
He laughed out loud. “Lexi, you’re seriously the hottest girl in LA. I’d be licking my chops—”
Heavy footsteps sounded behind me. “Hey, punk, do you have a fucking death wish?” The voice boomed and echoed off the walls. “Eyes off my woman.”
I rolled my eyes and pulled a face, but Logan didn’t laugh as I intended. Instead he held both hands up in the air.
“Hey, I was just being polite and saying good morning.”
He plucked the door open and disappeared into his room. The key grated as he locked it, sending a shiver up my spine.
I turned to see Razor come storming toward me. As he came closer I couldn’t believe my eyes. One side of his head was shaved and the other exactly the way it was before.
“Your hair. What the fuck happened?”
His blazing eyes narrowed on me as he came to stand inches away from me, legs wide apart, ripped biceps bulging out of his t-shirt. “I thought that’s what you wanted?”
My mouth formed an O but no sound came out. I reached up and ran my palm along the spiky side which prickled my skin.
“I want it all shaved off. But this is a start. When do we do the other side?”
Razor gripped my wrist tightly in his fingers and placed my hand on his dick. “When you’ve made me happy, baby.”
I sucked in a breath. His cock was rock hard under the tight jeans. I jerked my hand back as if touching him would burn me.
He chuckled, low and soft. The sound made me strangely uneasy. I couldn’t take my eyes off him even if I tried.
The short hair was fucking hot as hades. For some strange reason I couldn’t fathom, I actually liked his new disconnected hairstyle. Razor may just have started something new. The boys would copy him and it would be the new thing.