You’d think I’d come from a broken home, wouldn’t you? The way I go on, at least, but I didn’t. I had a good childhood and wonderful family — loving mother, hardworking father, little sister, whom I adore. I had everything I could have wanted as a kid, but something was missing within me.
I went to college with Willow to get the business degree that my father expected me to get. He wanted me to be a businessman like him so that I could go into the family business. Shit, do I look like the kind of man who’d sell cars? That wasn’t what I ever wanted. I wanted to be a biker. I wanted the freedom; joining an MC would bring me. I wanted the danger, the power, the high of it all.
That’s why I approached Willow’s Dad and asked what I’d need to do to earn my place with the Snakes. Shepard put me through some tests of loyalty, and let me tell you; they weren’t for the faint-hearted. I did anything, and everything Shepard asked of me to prove that I could be just as good as anyone else within the club. I earned my patches, and I wear them with pride.
Of course, my parent’s weren’t too happy about what I became. Not that they know what I do for the club, they can only guess. I’m a bastard like everyone else in the club, I do vile shit, but I’m a good man deep down. I don’t hurt women or kids. I don’t take drugs, and I’m not a thief. Yeah, I kill, but I kill, only when it’s absolutely necessary, only when there is no other choice.
My parents came around to my way of life when they realized I’d never leave. My Dad told me that as long as I don’t put my sister in danger or drag her into that way of life, then he’ll respect my choice. It would never happen because if any man touched my sister, MC brother or not, I’d kill him. Nobody is ever going to come between my club and me. My club is my life, but my baby sister is everything to me, and I’ll do whatever it takes to protect her. That includes keeping her away from the Snakes Henchmen. If I keep her away, there’s no danger of her falling for one of them.
I hear humming — a woman. The sound is getting closer. I look to the left of the trailer, and there she is, coming toward me. I get to my feet, my eyes narrowed. Fallon seems out of it, eyes vacant, hair falling all over the place, hands... Shit, her hands are tore the fuck up!
“Fallon,” I run to her, grabbing her face in my hands. She looks terrible. What the fuck happened to her? “What the hell happened?”
“Trace?” Can she not see me?
“Fallon, look at me!” Her vacant eyes meet mine. “Baby, what happened? Who did this to you?”
Because I’m going to kill whomever, it is in the worse way!
“Me. I did this. I hit a tree a few times.”
“What?” Why would she do that to herself?
“I’m so confused.” She starts crying, and I hate that. I pull Fallon into my arms, holding her while she cries. I’ve never been very good when women cry. I’m no damn good with emotions. “I’m so confused!” She sobs harder against my chest, clutching at my shirt, her knees buckling. She’s confused but so am I right now.
“It’s all right, baby, I got you. I got you.” I don’t know what the fuck is going on, but as soon as I’ve fixed her busted hands, I want to know!
It takes ten minutes for Fallon to calm down enough to let us inside her place. I can’t believe she lives in a damn trailer. Actually, I can. She’s a woman on her own. Places like this are cheap enough, and after what Tammy told me about Fallon, I know she’s struggling to survive as it is.
The trailer is clean. It’s not much to look at. Fallon doesn’t strike me as the kind of woman who needs much of anything.
“Holy fuck!” I’m a big guy, and I’m not scared of anything. However, the big bastard mutt now standing just feet away from me, right beside Fallon like her dark knight protector, baring his teeth and growling at me, is by far the biggest I’ve ever seen in my fucking life. A huge, gray, Irish wolfhound. Beautiful, but scary as shit!
This is what was barking at me when I knocked on the door? Fuck. I knew the dog must have been big, but this thing has to be about seven-foot on its back legs. No joke. On all fours, the thing stands at breast level with Fallon.
I can tell he loves her, and the dog is just doing his duty by making sure she’s okay. By making sure I’m here to hurt her. I’m not, and I never would. Dogs are good judges of character. Normally. This one seems to want to rip my damn head off!
“It’s okay, Duke.” My eyes reluctantly snap to Fallon. She’s stroking the dogs head, calm as you like. Why wouldn’t she be calm, it’s her dog. “This is Trace; he’s a friend.” She looks at me and smiles.
We’re more than friends, baby girl. You just don’t know it yet.
“I’ll just let him out.” She does and closes the door behind her while telling me not to look so worried; the dog won’t runoff. I wasn’t concerned; the damn thing doesn’t strike me as the kind of mutt that would runoff. “Sorry about that, Duke can be a little protective of me. Especially since Scott isn’t here anymore.”
“It’s fine. At least I know somebody’s looking out for you.” I take Fallon’s hands gently in mine, turning them over. “You really fucked your hands up, baby girl.”
“I had a rough night. Needed to let off steam. The tree was the first thing I saw.” She shrugs like it was nothing.
Fallon tells me where I can find a bowl, cloths, antiseptic, etc., but only after I insist that she let me clean up the damage, she’s done to herself.
Fallon takes a seat on her couch while I collect what I need. She sits stock still while I place her hands in the clean, warm water, and she doesn’t even flinch when I wipe antiseptic over her cuts. I warned her it would sting, but she didn’t even blink. Fallon is stuck in her head, and she needs to get out of it. I can get Fallon out of her head and send her to a place she’ll feel peace. Mind and body.
I finish wrapping bandages around Fallon’s hands. They aren’t as fucked up as I first thought, just bruised and scraped. They’ll be fine in a few days.
I tape the last strip and notice, while I’ve been concentrating, she’s been watching me closely. “All done.”
“Thank you,”
“Wanna tell me what’s goin’ on inside that head of yours?”
She shakes her head. “I just wish I could forget. Even if it was just for a little while.” She sighs wistfully. I know what Fallon needs, and I’m going to give it to her.
“Look at me,” Her eyes widen, chest heaves at my demanding tone. Like I’ve said before, I’m no dominant, but I do like submissive women. Don’t most men? This woman is submissive, and she doesn’t even know it. Fallon wants somebody to take control, to help her let go of whatever haunts her soul.
I stroke her soft cheek with my thumb. Her eyes are hauntingly beautiful. A beautiful shade of green and they pull a man deep within, and if I’m not careful, I’ll forget what the hell I’m talking about.
“Trace?” My hands are holding Fallon’s face, my eyes on hers, my chest suddenly heaving. I want her so bad, and I don’t just mean for right now. I want to make her mine, and I don’t want to let go.
Fuck, am I losing my mind?
“Let me help you forget.” My lips are on Fallon’s before she can answer me. I’m going to fuck the shit out of her. When I’ve done that, I’m going to fuck her some more.
Her fingers claw at the back of my neck as she hungrily straddles my lap, grinding her little pussy against my dick. Fuck, my cock is so damn hard!
I tear her clothes from her body as she clings to me. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard,” I tell her as I nip her lower lip and remove my clothes. I stand my full height while holding Fallon in my arms, and her arms and legs are wrapped around me, grinding her wet pussy against my cock.
“Yeah?” She asks, knowingly.
“Yeah.” I parrot back. Fallon whimpers when I pull her ass closer, moving my cock against her clit. “I’m gonna bury my cock so deep inside of you that you won’t know where either of us beings or ends.”
“Oh, god! Fuck me, Trace. Fuck me now!”
Holding her ass with one hand, I grab my cock in the other and point the tip against her tight little hole. Our eyes are locked; there’s something so fucking powerful between us. I have never felt a connection like this in my life.
What the fuck is happening to me?!
I grab Fallon’s hip and slam myself into her so hard, so deep, she’s screaming. I haven’t given her the chance to get used to the feel of me inside her before I’m fucking her raw and rabid. I want her. I fucking need her to the point it’s driving me crazy! The feeling inside of me isn’t normal. I’m possessive of her, greedy for her attention. Obfuckinsessed with this girl.
Fallon is coming on my dick in minutes, screaming my name and begging for more. If I’m not careful, I’ll blow my load before I’ve finished with the girl!
I drop her to her feet, spin her around, and bend her over the couch. My dick pounds inside of her from behind, with her hair in my hand, wound around my wrist. She’s so tight; it’s painful. I’ve never fucked a woman like Fallon in my life before. She’s everything all those other women weren’t. She’s fucking perfect.
I slam my hands down on Fallon’s ass cheeks, they wobble from the force, and I smirk at how hot that is. I love that she’s not one of the ultra skinny girls. I adore Fallon’s curves because a curvy girl is what turns me one. “Trace!”
I lean down, my mouth against her ear, my cock so deep inside of her, I can feel her womb at the tip of my dick. Fuck, that’s hot! “My name is Jordan. When it’s just you and me, call me Jordan.” I haven’t gone by my given name since I became a Snake, but I want to hear it from Fallon’s mouth while I’m fucking her.
“Jordan...” She groans. “Fuck me, Jordan! I’m so fuckin’ close.”
I smirk to myself. I can feel how close she is. My balls draw up, and I’m going to come so fucking hard inside this girl. I’ve never wanted to come inside a woman so much in my damn life!
Holding Fallon’s hips tightly, I slam into her over and over again, sweat pouring down my face from the effort of riding her so hard. “Come for me, woman. Come now!”
“I’m coming, Jordan! I’m coming!”
“Ah, fuck!” Her pussy is squeezing me so fucking hard it’s like a damn vice. I can see stars behind my eyes for Christ’s sake! “Fuck, Fallon. I wanna come inside you.”
“Come inside me, Jordan. Please. I want your come. Give it to me!” She doesn’t need to tell me twice. I grip her ass hard, pushing my dick as far as it will go, shooting my seed, so fucking deep inside of her that I can feel it rushing toward her womb.
It takes me a minute or two to come down from my high. My head is so tight from it all that my vision went black for a moment. I pull out of Fallon’s tight body, grab her arm and swing her around. I wrap her up in my arms and hold her close to me because I can’t seem to stop myself. I’ve never wanted to hold a woman after sex, not like I want to hold Fallon. I used to hold Willow after we had sex, but it was more out of necessity than want or need.
Willow and I never had sex like this either. Don’t get me wrong, sex between Willow and me was good, it just wasn’t earth-shattering. Sex with Fallon is that and more.
God, what the fuck is happening to me? I’m not supposed to feel like this. I’m not supposed to want to make her mine, to hold her every damn chance I get. Okay, fucking her every chance I get is a natural reaction to good sex and a hot woman. However, making her mine? What the actual fuck?
If anyone finds out that I’ve fucked her when I’ve been warned not to touch her, I’m going to lose my balls!
However, I can’t seem to find a fuck to give right now.
I hug Fallon to me tighter and kiss her head. It feels so right to hold her like this. “Are you okay, baby?”
“Yes,” She says while stroking my smooth chest. Smooth because I’m vain and I’ll leave all that hairy shit to Red.
“You sure?”
She chuckles. “Positive.” She looks up at me, and I cup her face. She’s so beautiful, so broken. I wish I knew what to do to fix things for her, but I just don’t know how. You have no damn clue what it’s like for a man like me to be falling for a girl and not being able to help her through her pain. I feel useless, and it’s not a feeling I’m comfortable with. Fighting, killing, riding, that’s what I know, that’s who I am. This emotional crap? Not so much.
“Whatever you need, you tell me. Okay?”
“What I need right now is for you to take me to my bed and fuck me until I can’t move.”
My kinda girl.
Mine.
I lift her in my arms and carry her to her bed. She wants me to fuck her ’til she can’t move? I’ll fuck her until her legs no longer work, and she can’t even fucking breathe!
My perfect girl.
Chapter Ten
Fallon
The note I found in my mailbox said to meet him here at the park just outside of my town. I’m nervous as hell, like, trying not to throw up while my whole body is shaking kind of nervous. There’s no one in the park, but I feel like I’m being watched. It’s creepy.
God, I can’t stand still!
Do I even look okay? I’m only wearing jeans and a tank top. My hair is tied up, but I’m not wearing much makeup. Then again, I never do. I’m finally going to meet my brother’s father, or at least, that’s what the note said.
It’s time we talked about my son.
Meet me at Emerson Park. 6 o’clock.
I wonder what he looks like.
Does he look like Scott?
How old is he?
Does he have dark hair like my brother, or has it gone silver with age?
What MC does he belong to?
Is he coming here to hurt me as payback for what happened to Scott?
All these things have been swimming in my head all day. Usually, I’d talk things through with Trace. The man has a gift for making me see things logically. However, he’s not here; he’s in Nashville with some of the others from his MC. I have no idea why they went there, and I didn’t ask. It’s none of my business. I learned that from when my brother was with the Cutthroats. Ask no questions, and you’ll be told no lies. However, I’d be a liar if I said I didn’t wish Trace was here right now.
I don’t know what’s going on with Trace and me, but I know that I need him more than I’ve ever needed anyone. The sad thing is, I know we could never be anything more than what we are now – What are we now? – because I know about his reputation with women. I know how he cheated on his once fiancée with more than one woman. She even caught him at it while in the clubhouse. He couldn’t even keep it in his pants at a party with his woman in the next room!
So what kind of hope do I have with him?
None, that’s what.
Anyway, it’s not like I want a real relationship with him or anything. Trace might tell me that I belong to him when he fucks me, but I know that’s for effect. He takes me out of my head with the things he does to me, and I need that from time to time. However, there will be others that can do that for me. Trace is not the only man in the world.
“Evening, Fallon.”
With a shriek, I turn on the spot.
Jesus Christ, how did I not hear him approach?
How is it possible a man his size could move undetected, unheard?
“Red,” I acknowledge. He’s a big bastard of a man, mean-looking, and I know he’s dangerous, I’ve seen him beat on someone after all. “What are you doing here?”
He pushes his big hands into the pockets of his jeans. “I believe you’re expecting me.”
I gasp for air. This can’t be. Red is Scott’s father? But I’ve seen him a lot since that first night at the club. He has to have known who I was. Maybe he didn’t; he’s not my father after all, and it’s not like I knew who he was. “You’re...” I can even finish.
“Yes. I’m Scott’s father.”
“Oh, my god,” I sag onto the bench, thankful that there’s one here to catch me. What kind of sick joke is
it that I would be working for the man I’ve been looking for for the past three years?
“I understand this is a shock to you,” Shock? Is he fucking kidding me? It’s beyond a damn shock! “If I’d known who you were before now, I would’ve approached you sooner.”
“I guess you know about Scott?” I sense Red nodding his head while taking a seat beside me. The bench creaks with the weight of him, and I adjust myself so that I don’t slip off the end. “Have you been to see him?” I’m curious.
“I have. A couple of times since I found out where he was.”
How did I not know that? Scott’s nurse never mentioned anyone else visiting my brother when I was there last night, or any other time I’ve visited. I’m supposed to be informed of all visitors, dammit!
Not that I’m really angry, Scott needed this. Red needed it also. Maybe now Scott can rest, perhaps now I can let him go knowing he knows his father has always loved him.
“Shock?” He nods, and as I look at him, I see so much sadness in his eyes. He’s missed all those years with his son, but surely that’s his own fault? Surely he has no right to feel sorry for himself? He was the one who walked away from the little boy who idolized him.
“Why did you leave Scott with that woman? Why didn’t you take him with you?” I can feel my eyes clouding, but I’m not going to cry. This isn’t about me; this is about Scott.
“I didn’t leave him, Fallon. My son was everything to me. There’s no way I would’ve walked out on him.”
“Then what happened? Please tell me, because I had to watch my brother praying at night that his daddy would come back and save him from the hell he lived in, and I have never been so confused in all my life because of it.”
Red sighs, and nods his head. “Your mother and me, we were never together. Not in a relationship, at least. We slept together a couple times, Scott was the product of that.”
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