Wolf: SBMC Maryland

by Erin Trejo

  “Oh, I think it is. He comes near her, I shoot. Simple.”

  “Where does that leave you?” Gauge chimes in.

  “Oh, I don’t know, prison?” She says eyeing him. Damn she is on fire. I reach down and adjust my cock when Sly talks again.

  “You think he’s gonna let you do that?” he asks her but nods toward me. He’s right. I wouldn’t let her go to prison over that son of a bitch.

  “He has nothing to do with this,” she adds.

  “Not true. He came in here demandin’ I put a prospect on that family and kid so you can have a break.” Her head whips in my direction, fire burning in her eyes.

  “I didn’t ask you for that shit! Stay the fuck out of my business, Wolf.” I shove out of my chair, move toward her slowly.

  “I made it my business, darlin’.”

  “Well fix it.”

  “Not chance in hell,” I hiss in her direction.

  “You have no right to do this.”

  “I’m claimin’ her,” I say loudly not even thinking about it. She looks confused, Shaft chokes on his beer. Ricky snorts out a laugh and Sly curses under his breath.

  “For fucks sake, Wolf!” Sly roars. “You can’t do that.”

  “Why the fuck can’t I?” I look over at him. “I just did.”

  “And Lauren? We need that bitch,” he reminds me.

  “I know that. She’s around.”

  “What does that even mean? You’re claiming me?” I ignore her.

  “I’ll handle Lauren,” I say. Sly nods but doesn’t look so sure.

  “What the hell does it mean?” Krista screams louder pulling all of our attention to her.

  “It means you’re his,” Gauge tells her. She looks around as they all smile at her.

  “Like hell I am!”

  “Oh you are,” Shaft adds. Krista flips him off before heading for the door.

  “Stop right the fuck there!” Sly roars. Krista stops and turns to face him, her hip jutted out, hand resting there. Fuck, I know the shape of her body under all those baggy fucking clothes and I want to run my tongue all over it. She’s magnetic.

  “I didn’t ask for this,” Krista booms. Sly chuckles.

  “Didn’t ask you. The man says he’s claimin’ you, that’s on him. You can handle shit with him, sweetheart but right now I need you to sit your ass down so we can discuss the situation with your little girl.” Those words seem to burn a hole straight through her. Her body slowly relaxes, and we all watch as she walks around the table and sits the furthest from me that she possibly can. The guys all laugh and hell, I do too. She thinks that’s going to keep me away from her, she’s crazy. I’m invested now. I don’t know what the fuck I was thinking claiming her but there is just something about Krista that I don’t plan on letting go just yet.

  “Talk,” she says casually motioning to Sly.

  “I see why you like her,” he says getting a smirk from me. “First thing. Does Tom know where you are? Where she is?”

  “No. He has my cell number, that’s it.”

  “We already changed that,” Gauge chimes in.

  “You fucking did what?” She’s out of the chair and glaring at him now. Fuck, she is killing my cock here.

  “I said it’s been changed. It was traceable babe.” Gauge doesn’t offer an apology and I didn’t expect him to. Krista sits back in the chair when Sly starts once more.

  “Good. One more thing for him to have to work on. Gives us an openin’.”

  “For what?” Krista asks.

  “Your ex isn’t a good man, Krista. That son of a bitch has a lot of pull in Wisconsin. I don’t doubt that if he wanted to find her, he could.” I don’t even have to look at her to know she’s tensed up. I can feel the shift in the air.

  “I won’t let him near her.”

  “Neither will we. He claimed you. You’re one of us,” Sly tells her. When I feel her gaze on me, I look over slowly and see the tears in her eyes. I can’t place the look. Thankful? I don’t know but all I want is to grab her and make her mine in more ways than one.

  Sixteen

  Krista

  “Are you sure? What if you get tired?” I question him.

  “I won’t. I’ve been trained to stay awake,” he says keeping his eyes on mine. The guys all stand around me, none questioning what I’m doing. I don’t know why but I’m glad.

  “Even when you’re alone?” I raise an eyebrow. I want him to say the wrong thing so I can tell him to fuck off.

  “Especially then, sweetheart. I got this, I promise,” Denton, the prospect reassures me once more. Hands land on my waist, pulling me back into a solid body. I immediately know it’s Wolf.

  “Let the man do his job. He knows what he’s doin’. We’ve all got pictures of Tom so we know who to watch out for. Anything that doesn’t sit right with Denton, he will call us,” he says softly, his breath tickling my skin. I’m nervous. I’m on edge. I don’t like not being there. I want to be there, to see her, to watch her, to protect her. I can’t do this.

  “I need to go. I need to see her,” I say trying to pull out of his arms. He doesn’t let me, not that I thought he would.

  “She’s gonna be fine. We need to talk anyway.”

  “One thing and you call?” I ask looking back up at Denton. He nods his head and places his hand over his heart like that makes me feel any better. I sigh and nod my head, letting my body relax into Wolf’s hold.

  “Get over there then. Gator will be up there in the mornin’ to relieve you,” Sly adds as I watch the man walk away. My stomach is in knots. I don’t like this at all.

  “Are you sur-“

  “He’s got this,” Sly cuts me off, looking back over at me. I nod my head and see the sincerity in his eyes.

  “Come on. We’re orderin’ in,” Gauge says as he leads us all inside. Wolf doesn’t stop in the main room like the rest of them. He walks us down the hall toward his room before he nudges me inside. When the door clicks behind us, I lose it. Spinning around, I swing at him. My fist collides with his jaw, his head snapping to the side. I almost regret doing it but who the hell does he think he is?

  “I’m only gonna warn you once, sweetheart. You hit me again, I will hit back.”

  “Thought you didn’t hit women?” I ask taunting him.

  “Things change,” he hisses as he wipes the blood from his lip.

  “Why are you doing this?”

  “Why not? You need help and I like you. Seems like a win win to me,” he says shrugging his shoulders and grabbing his cigarettes. He offers me one which I take before he steps into my space and lights it before his.

  “You don’t risk your friends for someone you like,” I state the obvious.

  “They aren’t friends. They’re family. My brothers and they would do anything for me, just like I would them.” Something swells in my chest. Maybe it’s because he has people to lean on and I don’t. I don’t know what it is, but I love that he has them. I run my hand through my hair, tugging at the tangles when he turns and sits on the bed. He doesn’t speak, just sits there smoking.

  “I like it,” I say softly.

  “Like what?”

  “That you guys all have each other’s backs.”

  “We got yours now too,” he says surely.

  “At what cost?” Wolf chuckles and motions for me to come sit next to him. I walk over and slowly sit when he turns to face me.

  “I don’t know the answer to that, Krista. I’m in a world of shit right now. I claimed you and there ain’t no turnin’ back on that. You belong to me, but I know you don’t want that. You got your freedom; I’ll give you that much.” Yeah, that really cleared it all up. Not. I’m still as confused as ever.

  “I don’t get it. I have my freedom, but I belong to you? That doesn’t make any kind of sense.”

  “It does. You’re mine. You belong to me.”

  “Like your girlfriend?” He shakes his head slowly.

  “We don’t just have girlfrien
ds, Krista.”

  “Then what? Like your wife? I’m not marrying you, you idiot! What the hell, Wolf?” I stand from the bed quickly, bringing my cigarette back to my lips as he laughs.

  “Doesn’t matter if we’re married. In the eyes of this club, that’s basically what they see when I claimed you.” Smoke billows out of his mouth as he stares at me uncaring of what any of this means.

  “This is stupid. Go tell them no. Tell them I said no!”

  “Can’t do that.”

  “Oh for Christ’s sake! So what? Now I have to do what you say? That isn’t happening,” I tell him, crossing my arms over my chest. Wolf shoves off the bed and stalks toward me, taking my cigarette from between my lips.

  “I just said I am givin’ you your freedom. You will live here, eat here, sleep here. Whatever else you wanna do is up to you.” He moves past me, placing the cigarettes in the ashtray. When I spin to face him, he grabs me and pulls me into his arms. His lips are close to mine, the scent of tobacco on his breath.

  “I’m not living here.”

  “Yeah, you are. If Tom finds you, do you think he won’t try and hurt you?”

  “I know he would,” I say breathlessly. This man, this long haired tatted up man is slowly making me lose my senses.

  “Then it’s settled. I won’t touch you if you don’t want me to,” he says keeping his eyes on my lips. Do I want him to? Without overthinking it, I lean into him and kiss him first. Explosions rocket through my body. Being with Wolf is like nothing I’ve ever felt before. It doesn’t matter that we don’t know each other well. All that matters is what I feel when I’m with him. He walks us backwards toward the bed, my heart pounding in my chest. The feel of his hands as they slide under my shirt cause me to moan. He groans right back but as soon as my legs hit the bed, the door flies open.

  “Wolf!” Her screech nearly pierces my ears as he pulls back on a grunt. His hands move, coming to grasp my face.

  “I know this is gonna sound fucked up, but she can’t know we’re together,” he says softly so that she can’t hear. My brows narrow but then it all hits me. They are still together. Instead of becoming pissed off, I nod my head slowly as if I understand. If he wants to play these games, so can I.

  “Wolf!” She squeals once more. I step out of his grasp and swish my ass as I walk toward the door. I give her a wink before I walk into the hallway and blow out a breath of air. This is going to be fun. So many ideas hit me as I stroll into the main room. By the time I get out there, the food has arrived and so have some girls. Half of them are grinding on guys, some are eating.

  “Why are you lookin’ so pissed?” Sly asks when he walks up to me.

  “I didn’t realize I was going to have to watch him playhouse with that girl.”

  “Lauren?” I nod. He laughs. “She ain’t shit to him. He just has to play the part because of the club.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “It’s club business but he doesn’t care about her. He’s doin’ it for this club. Keep that in mind,” he says. I nod my head and smirk at him. He must be able to see the mischief in my eyes. “Tell me what you’re thinkin’.”

  “If he can play why can’t I? He said I had my freedom,” I say running my hand down his chest. Sly chuckles, his eyes twinkling like mine.

  “Sure can. I think it would do him some good to be on edge,” he adds.

  “I like the sound of that.”

  Seventeen

  Wolf

  Lauren sits in my lap, but my eyes track every fucking move that Krista makes. I can’t believe this shit. I’m so fucking done with Lauren and yet I can’t get away from her.

  “You hear anything new about who they are bringin’ in at the police station?” I ask her, trying to keep my hands off her at all costs.

  “You haven’t touched me all night and you ask me questions,” she huffs. Fuck. I knew this was going to happen. Clingy bitch.

  “You’re sittin’ in my lap,” I remind her stubborn ass.

  “You used to touch me in front of everyone,” she adds.

  “And you got pissed about it, so I stopped.”

  “Now I want you to,” she purrs. Of course she does. She’s only saying that because I keep seeing Krista looking in this direction. Either way, I have to play it safe with Lauren. I need fucking answers so we can plan on hitting the station if we need to. I reach down and slowly run my fingers over her flesh and up her leg. Lauren begins to breathe heavier the closer I get in between her thighs. Krista is dancing in the middle of the room with Rocket, one of the other brothers. His hands are gripping her ass as he grinds against her. A growl bubbles up my throat and Lauren moans thinking it was for her.

  Finding her wet pussy between her legs, I slowly run my finger over her clit. Lauren gasps as she rocks against me. A few guys look our way but for the most part, no one sees. Rocket leans down, kissing Krista’s neck. Tension coils inside of me. I want to smash his fucking face in, but I can’t. Not when I have this bitch on my lap and my finger in her pussy. I know this is a fucked up situation for all of us to be in but goddamn I didn’t think this over.

  “Wolf, harder.” I almost roll my eyes, but I fuck her pussy with my fingers a little harder than before. She pants against me. The harshness isn’t because she asked for it, it’s because of her. Fucking Krista is letting Rocket kiss and suck on her neck. His hands move around her waist as he circles her, pressing his body against her back. My cock is rock solid and there is nothing I can do to stop it. Rocket’s hand slips into the front of Krista’s jeans. A deep dark growl erupts out of my chest. Lauren pants harder as I fuck her roughly with my fingers. Krista’s head rolls to the side, her big eyes opening to lock with mine. Her lips part as Rocket plays with her pussy.

  “You’re hurting me,” Lauren whines trying to pull away from me. Grabbing her hip with my free hand, I hold her in place.

  “Who are the police bringin’ in?” I grunt as I watch the scene in front of me.

  “Wolf, I…”

  “Tell me!” I growl. I work her harder as I watch Krista come all over my boy’s hand. Anger sweeps through me but I can’t fucking go to her. I can’t let Lauren out of here without her telling me.

  “A few new people,” she pants. I ease my touch and slowly bring her to climax. Lauren squeals and half the room looks our way. I can feel the heat in my face. I’m practically burning up.

  “Who?” I ask her once more. I keep staring at Krista when Rocket passes her off to Sly. His lips curl into a smirk before he tugs her body against his. This is one fucked up night.

  “I only know lower level. They are bringing in a few new for street patrols,” she finally says.

  “It’s late. You work tomorrow?” I ask her as she shifts and moves off my lap.

  “Yeah. I need to go.” She leans down pressing her lips to mine. I don’t move to kiss her back, but she doesn’t care. She turns on her heel with a smile on her face sauntering her way out of the room. Shoving off the couch, I head to the bathroom to wash her scent off me. When I come back out, I don’t see Sly or Krista.

  “Gimme a goddamn beer,” I roar at the club whore behind the counter. She quickly pops the top off and shoves the bottle in my direction. Agitated and pissed off, I head out the side door when I hear them.

  “He just has a lot goin’ on,” Sly says catching my attention.

  “So do I, Sly. I didn’t ask for this shit,” Krista huffs.

  “Maybe not but it’s what you got. Could have been worse, darlin’.”

  “Worse how? I’m a prisoner at your clubhouse.” I can hear the anger in her tone, and I don’t really give a shit. My mind is telling me to let her go, send her home. My cock is telling me different. So is that tattoo that snakes down her thigh. She doesn’t know it yet, but my name is already inked into her flesh. I wound it in the vines that sneak down her leg. If you weren’t looking for it, you wouldn’t notice it. Why I did that is beyond me. What the fuck am I thinking? I did it for a fucked up rea
son. I did it because I could.

  “Give it some time. He’ll calm down. Somethin’ about you sparked his interest, darlin’. He wants to help you with that little girl, and I don’t see the harm in that. To be honest, if I was in your position, I would gladly accept.” I lean against the wall of the clubhouse bringing my beer to my lips. Sly walks around the corner nodding at me as he goes. I tip my bottle his direction before watching Krista walk around.

  “Hey. I didn’t know you were out here,” she says trying to backtrack. Not that I give two shits what they were out here talking about. I take another long pull from my bottle as I watch her. My eyes never leave hers and that causes her to stir. I like that she can’t stand still under my gaze but after hearing what I did, I know what I need to do.

  “I won’t touch you. We don’t have any other rooms here, so you’re stuck in mine.” She furrows her brows trying to figure out what I’m saying. It’s simple really.

  “What do you mean?”

  “I mean, I don’t chase women, Krista. That ain’t me. Never will be. I told you that I’d help you with your asshole ex and I will. That’s as far as this shit goes,” I tell her shoving off the wall and heading toward the door.

  “That’s it?” She yells from behind me. I look over my shoulder, eyeing her up and down. Those baggy fucking clothes that hide all of her from my view to the light that still simmers in her eyes.

  “That’s it.” I pull the door open and head through the room and down the hall. I want to sleep. Tomorrow I need to work on Lauren a little more. I need more information than what she’s giving me, and I need to figure out how to make her fucking talk. As soon as I step in my room, the door slams behind me.

  “You can’t just walk away from me like that. You claim me in front of your little club, damn near fuck some girl in your lap and you have the nerve to walk away from me?” Her screams do nothing more than turn me on. She should know that but I’m not about to tell her anything else.

  “Yeah, I can. You didn’t want this, remember? I saw you out there with Rocket.” Even as the words leave my mouth, I regret them. I shouldn’t let her know that it bothered me. That’s just giving her more leverage on me. I’ve already given too much to Lauren and now I’m adding fucking Krista into the mix.