by J. M. Walker
“You need time,” I reminded her, earning a hard glare. I chuckled, cupping her nape, and pulled her against me.
She sighed. “How come I can’t stay mad at you? You say shit that gets on my nerves because I know you’re right but yet … I’m happy.”
“I don’t know …” I kissed her head. “Maybe it’s because we’re in love. I’m new at this, Jay. I don’t have much relationship experience but I do know women. And I know you.”
“Yeah. You do.”
“Listen, before Asher kicks us out so he can have his way with Meeka, I need to talk to him.”
“Have his way …? They’re a thing now?” Jay looked behind her over her shoulder. “Huh.”
“You haven’t noticed the way he looks at her?”
“Oh, I’ve noticed,” Jay turned back to me. “I just didn’t realize that you have as well.”
“Practice, baby.” I kissed her hard on the mouth. “All fucking practice.”
“Whatever you say.” She patted my arm.
Sass. So much fucking sass.
I whistled, silencing the room. “I know we haven’t met up in a while. We’re going to change that.” I looked down at Jay. “Right?”
She rolled her eyes but nodded.
Not caring in the least who was watching, I cupped her nape in a rough hold. “The next time you roll your eyes at me, I won’t care who is watching. I’ll bend you over my lap, rip down those sexy as sin leather pants, and slap that beautiful ass of yours until you’re begging me to fuck you.”
A flush of pink caressed her cheeks.
And that was exactly where I wanted her.
***
(Jay)
After we left Asher’s, I couldn’t stop thinking about the chat I had with Meeka.
“I’m still pissed at you. I probably will be for a while. But I have a boyfriend who loves me and wants me to be happy and not having my sisters at my back makes me very upset.” I raised my hand, stopping Meeka from interrupting me. “I love you. I love all of you. You’re my life, and now Angel is a part of this life as well. You have told me over and over why you did what you did, but I still don’t forgive you. You used me. Even though you brought my sister home to me, you still used me as fucking bait.”
Meeka nodded, her eyes shining with unshed tears.
“Have we ever been close, Meeka?” I asked her, staring straight ahead.
“No,” she replied, automatically. “Why am I in the King’s Harlots?”
“Because you’re best friends with Brogan.”
“That shouldn’t matter. That shouldn’t …”
“What?” I turned to her. “What do you want me to say? That we can be all fine and dandy, go shopping and do each other’s hair after what you did?”
“I never meant for it to go down that way,” she pleaded with me. “Please believe me.”
“God, I feel like such a bitch,” I said later that evening, pacing back and forth.
“You’re not one, though. You try to be but it’s not you.” Angel leaned against the headboard, crossing his arms under his chest.
“And who made you Mr. Know It All?”
He raised an eyebrow, challenging me.
I huffed, opening my dresser drawer. Grabbing a pair of pajamas, I slammed the door closed. “I can’t deal with her right now. I love her, yes. Of course I do. But right now, I can’t stand to be in the same room as her.”
“That will change,” was all Angel said.
But it wasn’t what I wanted to hear. I wanted him to tell me that everything would be okay, that it was normal for me to feel this way. Even her voice grated on my nerves. Maybe I had been too harsh. Maybe I should have understood. What if I was in the same situation? Would I have done the same thing as her? I didn’t know. I couldn’t know. Meeka was an only child. She didn’t understand the sibling bond. Violet and I were twins. Twins! Our bond was stronger than anyone. But as each day passed, that bond slipped away into nothing. While Violet remained holed up in her house, I spent my time with Angel. He was all I wanted at the moment.
FIVE
Angel
I CRAVED HER screams. My name leaving Jay’s lips left me open and undone. Skin slapping against skin. Bodies moving as one. Slick and spent. Exhausted and aching. Jay was who I lived for. And fucking her was just an added bonus.
Her body was made for me. She handled my cock like we had always been connected. I couldn’t get enough of her, and I didn’t want to.
I loved this woman. So damn much. I would make her my wife, and I would spend the rest of my days showing her just how much she meant to me.
“Scream for me. Louder. Harder. Open your sweet body to me. Show me how much you want me. You like my marks on your pale body.”
Words left my mouth of their own accord. Dark. Possessive. Dangerous. And all she did was moan in response.
Jay liked it when I took what I needed from her, knowing she would get what she craved in return.
We worked well together. We were made for each other.
“Angel, please,” she panted. “Fuck me harder.”
“I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll forget your name.” Sinking my teeth into her shoulder, I held her against me.
She whimpered, shaking beneath me and unable to move. She couldn’t leave. She was right where I wanted her to be. And I would never let her go.
An hour later and I was standing in front of the punching bag in my basement. But everything hurt. My dick felt like it was going to fall off but giving Jay the pleasure she craved was well worth it in the end.
For whatever reason, I couldn’t get enough of her. As each day passed, the sex became more and longer. Not that either of us were complaining but even I knew that we needed to talk. We masked it by fucking hard and often.
I sighed, landing my fist against the heavy bag in front of me.
Everything was turning to shit in a hand basket. I had no idea what the fuck was going on, and it was starting to piss me off.
“Angel?”
A hot shiver raced down my back at the smooth feminine voice coming from behind me. My dick jumped. Adjusting myself, I turned slowly.
Jay caught the movement, her gaze zeroing in on my crotch. “Um …” She coughed, clearing her throat. “The phone is for you.”
I smirked, closing the distance between us, and took the phone from her hand before capturing her mouth in a hard kiss.
She sighed, leaning into me.
Placing another soft peck on her lips, I grumbled at whoever was on the phone. It had better be damn important. “Yeah.”
“Well, don’t we sound fucking cheery?”
I frowned. “Who is this?”
“Your worst nightmare.” The deep voice laughed. “How’s that for a cliché?”
“If you don’t tell me who this is, I’ll trace your call and find you.” I did not have the patience for this shit.
“So damn touchy, Angel.” The man tsked. “You’ve never had any patience, have you?”
“Who the hell is this and how the fuck do you know my name?”
“How about you use that damn brain? Who do you think it is?”
The voice sounded familiar. But it couldn’t be. “Charles Brian.”
“Ding ding ding.” Charles laughed.
Fuck my life.
***
(Jay)
Angel paced back and forth, rubbing the back of his neck and cursing at Charles. He was still on the phone giving Angel a hard time
I was lucky in the fact that I had never met Charles. Everything in me told me that he was worse than Vega. I had tried so hard to forget. I knew that every time Angel looked at me, he was concerned that I would snap or fall apart until I was a crumbling heaping mess. But I was strong. My daddy raised me well. My chest panged. I made a mental note to call him. Things had been strained with Tyler showing his face around more and more. I attempted to convince my father to kick him out of his club but to no avail. Fucking fucker liked to dig hi
s claws into everything and everyone I held dearly.
“Listen,” Angel shouted, “you bastards already shit on my doorstep once. I won’t let you get to me a second time.” Angel’s gaze darkened. “I will enjoy pissing on your grave.” He hung up, took a deep breath, and turned my way.
We stood there. Staring at each other. Not knowing what the other was thinking but I could see the evil in his gaze. The pure hatred for the men who were ruining the lives of our small town. The sick sadistic freaks who would do anything to get the control they craved, not caring in the least who they hurt or killed in the process.
“Jay,” Angel said gently.
“I get it,” I told him.
He closed the distance between us and wrapped his arms around me. “I know you’re strong and you can take care of yourself, but I need you to try and let me protect you.”
Leaning back, I stared up at him. “Why wouldn’t I?”
“Because you’re headstrong and determined to make a mark in this world. By yourself,” he reminded me.
Oh, yeah. “I’m not stupid, Angel. I know when I need help and this shit is different. After … after Vega …” I swallowed hard. “I can’t go through that again.”
“I know, baby.” He cradled my head against his chest. “I’m sorry. That’s not what I meant. You’re the strongest woman I know but I need to protect you. I have to. If something …” His voice trailed off.
I agreed with him. I couldn’t lose him. We couldn’t lose each other. Angel never knew how to love until he met me. And I didn’t know what true love was until I met him. What I had with Tyler was not love. It was dark and dangerous. Angel wouldn’t hurt me—I knew that—but Tyler fucked me up and that tiny sense of dread would probably always be there.
We held each other for what felt like hours, taking the comfort that we needed. No words were said. No noise was made. It was peaceful except for the racing of my heart. I loved this man in my arms. More than my next breath. He was all I needed to survive this shit called life. He made me feel strong. All of this time, I thought I was helping him when really, he had helped me. More than I could ever thank him for. More than I could even say.
“You should call Meeka,” Angel said awhile later.
“Why?” I knew why but I didn’t want to admit it. She hurt me. We had always butted heads, but I still loved her like a sister. I knew that but I couldn’t get over what her and Asher did. Not yet. Maybe not ever.
“I know you’re pissed.” Angel pulled back, cupping my chin. “Hell, so am I. But you need all the support you can get. You’re trying to make a name for your club the legal way. You need all of your sisters at your back.”
“Why do you always have to be right?” I grumbled.
He chuckled. “Because I know what’s best for you and I also know that you’ll feel better once you talk to her.”
“What if she hurts me again?” I muttered. I wasn’t one to get scared over the small shit but Meeka keeping my sister’s safety from me really ate at me. And the fact I was used as bait. Not like it was a big deal or anything. I bit back a scoff.
“You can’t think like that. You’ll drive yourself fucking crazy.” He turned me in his arms and kissed the side of my neck. “Go call her,” he said, patting me gently on the rear.
I huffed but did as I was told.
“Hello?” came a soft voice on the other end of the phone.
“Hey,” I greeted, sitting on the couch in the living room.
“Jay? Is something wrong?” Meeka asked.
“No. I will be honest, though. Angel is the one who convinced me to call you.” I cleared my throat. “I’m trying here, Meeka, but with you not around, it makes it hard.”
“I know.” She sighed. “We’re stopping by tonight.” She continued when I didn’t say anything, “I miss you girls. This … shit … sucks.”
I laughed. She was right.
“I’m happy Angel convinced you to call me.”
“Yeah, well, that man of mine is too fucking smart for his own good sometimes.” I cleared my throat again. “Max wanted to have a party tonight, but I told her to just have the guys and us there.”
“I agree. I need to see you girls.”
“How are things there?”
Meeka laughed. “I have a dark, brooding man who won’t leave me alone and it’s confusing as hell.”
“Sounds like you got a problem,” I teased.
“A delicious one,” she whispered.
“Listen, whatever you do, whatever is going on between the both of you, don’t be stupid like I was and push him away.”
“Why, Jay, are you giving me advice?” Meeka teased back.
This light hearted humor was a nice change. “Yeah, I guess I am.”
“Baby, who are you talking to?” Angel asked, a slight smirk spreading on his face.
“Meeka,” I replied.
“God, woman, it’s about damn time,” Angel grumbled.
I rolled my eyes.
“I’ll let you go, Jay,” Meeka said. “Thank you again for calling me.”
“See you tonight.” And with that, I hung up.
“How did it go?” Angel sat beside me on the couch, grabbing hold of my hand. He slipped his fingers between mine, brushing his thumb back and forth over mine.
“Good.” I leaned my head against his shoulder. “Thank you.”
“If you haven’t realized it by now, I would do anything to make you happy.” He kissed my nose. “Remember that.”
***
(Angel)
“Oh, God. Yes. Angel. More. Please.”
Jay’s begging was music to my fucking ears. Her hips bucked against my face. Her pussy soaked and glistening. She tasted like heaven and I was a starved man, devouring my meal.
Once we arrived at the clubhouse, no one had been around. I threw her over my shoulder and charged for her room before she could protest and fight against me.
I growled like an animal and lapped at her center. Thrusting my tongue in and out of her, I flicked her swollen clit with my finger until she came a third time.
She moaned.
Wrapping my arms around her hips, I pulled her against me and ate at her hard and rough. She would have razor burn and slight bruising, but the caveman inside of me didn’t fucking care.
My senses were on overdrive as her sweetness slid down my throat. I didn’t let up. It only made me suck and lick harder.
This unexpected urge to make her break took over. It consumed my soul. All of the stress, not knowing what was going on, our own personal issues … it all drove me to the brink of madness. Everything I felt, I took it out on Jay. My fiancée. My Queen. The piece of me I never knew I needed.
After Jay came undone a fourth time, I flipped her onto her stomach and drove my body into hers so hard, we both shouted out. Not caring in the least who heard us, I forced the screams to leave her mouth. The cries of pleasure to grace my ears. The hard demands for me to be rougher.
God, I loved this woman and everything she was. I lived and breathed her. My feelings for her grew strong and fast in the short time we had been together. I thanked God for her every day and I would spend the rest of my life proving to her that she deserved better than what Tyler had given her.
“I love you, my Queen,” I whispered in her ear an hour later. Kissing her shoulder, I cupped her breast in my hand and threw my leg over hers.
“I love you.” She sighed, curling into me. “Max is throwing a party just for Vice-One and us. It’ll be good for everyone to unwind.”
“Fucking you eases my stress but if she wants a party, I won’t be rude.”
Jay laughed. “Thank you.” Sitting up, she let the sheet fall to her waist. The metal barbells poking through her nipples sparkled in the late afternoon sun.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” I groaned, my dick twitching.
Her cheeks flushed. “Yeah? Just how beautiful am I?” She licked her lips and straddled my lap.
“You�
�re so beautiful, it takes my breath.” I gripped her hips, pushing into her before she had a chance to stop me.
She moaned, throwing her head back.
My cock slid into her center. She was wet, needy, so fucking hungry for me. “Ride me, Jay.”
Her hips circled against mine, slamming hard into my pelvis.
I groaned, meeting her thrust for thrust. “That’s it,” I reared up. “Take what you need from me. Fuck me hard.”
Her hands slapped against my chest, digging her nails into my pecs. “God, you feel good.”
“So do you.” I flipped her onto her back, thrusting into her hard before crashing my mouth to hers. It wasn’t just a kiss. It was the need to consume. The ultimate battle between who owned who. We enjoyed the back and forth, the cat and mouse play, but in the end, we both owned each other.
SIX
Jay
MAX THREW A party. Of course she would. It was the only way she could get out of her head. Whenever there was a problem, she would put together a gathering. She needed to socialize for fear of losing herself.
After all of the shit she had to endure with Dale Michaels, she did everything in her power to forget.
I had been a shitty friend and wasn’t there for her when she needed me most. Although she had reassured me that everything was fine between us, I could sense the hint of jealousy seeping from her pores. It took everything in me not to beat Dale’s face in. The fucker got her pregnant but wanted nothing to do with her or the baby.
“What’s wrong, princess?” Angel asked, kissing my forehead.
“Ev … nothing.”
He frowned but didn’t argue with me.
Had it come to this? Did he now take my lies for what they were? Even though he knew I had been lying, he never questioned me.
After being together for months, I still couldn’t get over the fact that he had taken control of me where I needed it most. I did everything I could to give it to him willingly. He never took me for granted. But the part I had lost so long ago with Tyler still forced its way into my mind.