Bones: The Black Cobra MC #4

by Rylan, Savannah

  “Alright, no I wasn’t. I’d heard that some members of your club sometimes hang out there and I wanted to strike up a conversation with one of you…this conversation. It just happened to be you there last night, instead of someone else.”

  Bones was watching me, in silence and for a second I thought I’d hurt his feelings. Was he upset because of what I’d said? Did he now think I would have fucked anybody from the Black Cobras last night, just to get closer to the club the next day?

  I felt a wave of panic rush through me.

  “But things didn’t go according to my plan. Turned out a little differently instead. We didn’t exactly get a chance to talk last night,” I said.

  We were already standing very close to each other, but Bones stepped up even closer to me now. So close and so tall that I had to crane my neck to look up at him.

  “No, we didn’t get a chance to talk last night,” he repeated.

  “Well, I’m glad you’re giving me a chance to explain myself now.” My voice was hollow. It was like he had me mesmerized with his eyes, the way he was staring at me now. Was he trying to hypnotize me or something? All I could do was stare back at him, my lips slightly parted in surprise and desire.

  How had the tension in the air in this room changed so suddenly? I wasn’t prepared for this. I couldn’t even recall what we were talking about before.

  “So, you’re here now because you want something from me?” Bones continued, in a deep gruff voice. His hands reached out for me, hovered over the shape of my hips without actually touching them and then he grabbed my butt with both hands. I gasped as he pulled me to himself. I fell on his wide muscular chest, my mouth parting even wider now.

  “Yes, I want…”

  I couldn’t complete the sentence because his mouth was now covering mine and taking my freakin’ breath away.

  His hands moved down from my butt, feeling the curves of my legs, then traveled over my back, pressing me to himself at the same time. It was like we were pasted together, and I could feel every shape of him, his muscles…that wetness was spreading between my legs again.

  His mouth on mine was like a machine. Sucking me into him. His tongue thrust in and out, gliding over mine, making me breathless and thirsty for more.

  Before I even knew what he was going to do next, he was unbuttoning my jeans. My hands reached for his pants and I mirrored his actions. Our mouths were still pasted together. My jeans rolled down and I shoved his down as well and now we were in our underwear, our legs scissoring together, our groins pressing together so we could feel each other’s heat.

  I knew he could sense how wet I was, just like how I could feel him growing in his boxers.

  And then Bones pulled his mouth away from me with a smack. I gasped again. My shoulders rising and falling. I was out of breath and feeling dizzy with confusion. How had this happened?

  Bones took one moment to decide what he was going to do next. He grabbed me again, swinging me up by my hips like I was weightless. In one swift movement, he’d landed me on the desk, my butt stuck to some of those papers but neither of us seemed to care. He peeled my panties down to my ankles, and suddenly, I felt like I had never been this naked before. Even though I was still half-dressed.

  He used his hands to push my legs apart and wedged himself between them.

  Bones was staring directly into my eyes, challengingly. Like he was trying to challenge me to stop him from continuing. Of course, I couldn’t. I wasn’t going to. Nothing had felt this exciting before. Nothing had felt this good. I spread my legs wide apart for him. I could see how erect he was in his boxers, his cock sticking out hard, pointing straight at me.

  Last night in bed alone, this was exactly what I was thinking about, but I didn’t think it would happen again. In fact, I’d decided it shouldn’t be happening again. But here I was. On this desk with my legs spread apart because I couldn’t resist him. Because I had no control over the way my body reacted to Bones.

  And then I realized that he wasn’t pulling his underwear down at all. He wasn’t taking his cock out. Instead, he used his thumb to start stroking my clit.

  My swollen, sensitive nub. That bit of my body which he knew exactly how to work now. With expert swipes and strokes, he started rubbing me. He slid his finger in and out of my pussy too, slowly at first, while I could feel my juices of desire starting to drip down the insides of my thighs.

  Bones didn’t take his eyes off me. He was studying every inch of my body. The way my breasts rose and fell, how my mouth hung open, my body quivering as he brought me closer and closer to the point of no return.

  I was about to come so quickly. I could feel it in my bones. I was quivering from the tension in my muscles. From staring at Bones who looked like a beast and a God, both. I could see his biceps flexing as his fingers moved in and out of me. How he took possession of my clit. Slapping, stroking, slipping in my juices…those squeaking sounds he made as he used his hands expertly to bring me to my orgasm.

  What about you?!

  I wanted to scream as I burst at the seams, but Bones reached up to me and covered my mouth with his hand. My voice was muffled now while I continued to squeak and move on that desk. My body writhing and gyrating under him while he leaned over me more and more.

  With one hand on my mouth, his other continued to ram into me, pound me till he was finally satisfied that I had come to his content. I was done. Exhausted. I could barely breathe and as Bones moved his hand away from my mouth and started sliding his finger out of me, I started to collapse backwards on the desk.

  I needed a moment to collect myself.

  What just happened!?

  I still couldn’t wrap my head around it. One minute we were talking, I was trying to open up to him, to make him see the truth and trust me and the next minute, he had me wrapped around his middle finger.

  It was like he knew exactly which buttons of mine to push.

  Like he knew exactly how to take control over me.

  I was lying on my back on the desk, staring up at the ceiling, trying to catch my breath. Even though my body was flooded with the good stuff of post-orgasm, I was beginning to realize I wasn’t a big fan of this hold that Bones had on me.

  In such a short period of time.

  I’d never let a man control my actions this way. I’d never let a man possess me. I wasn’t about to start now and especially not with this man. I needed his help, and nothing else from him.

  * * *

  Things got really quiet really fast in the room after we were done. I’d come and he hadn’t, but it didn’t seem like Bones wanted to continue with it. He stepped away from me hurriedly, like he’d suddenly changed his mind. Like he was upset with himself for his own actions.

  He wasn’t alone. I was upset with myself too.

  I wished I had better control over myself. I wished I could have resisted him and stopped him from undressing me. But now it was too late. The deed was done.

  I straightened myself and started to quickly pull up my panties and my jeans. Bones was doing the same, in fact, he was standing turned away from me.

  Good.

  I didn’t want to face him either.

  This wasn’t how this meeting was supposed to go. I was supposed to do nothing more than just tell him my backstory. Make him see why we needed to work together. Last night was supposed to be the one and only night for us. This was a mistake.

  “Okay, look, this wasn’t why I came here today,” I said the words with some anger. Bones was pulling up the zip on his jeans and then he turned to me. I caught a good look at his handsome face, and suddenly I felt the prickle of his thick stubble around my mouth from back when he was kissing me. Devouring me.

  “Yeah, you’ve stressed on that already,” he replied and ran a hand through his slick dark hair. Sometimes, he made me want to scream! I was mad at myself for being so weak in his presence.

  “I came here to talk with you. Now you know what I’m interested in.”

&nbs
p; “You haven’t exactly made yourself clear on that front.”

  “I want us to work together. You, me, the rest of the club. Isn’t it the same thing that we all want?”

  “Why should we include you in our plans?” Bones’ eyes narrowed at me. He was looking for a good answer and I breathed in deeply.

  “Because right now you don’t really have one.”

  Bones remained silent.

  I shrugged my shoulder and made for the door. That was it. I wasn’t going to just stand around here, begging him to give me a chance to prove myself.

  “Talk to your friends. See what they have to say. I think we could all be mutually beneficial to each other. From what I hear, Gunther has a weakness for women. I’m a woman. I want to help. You should take it.”

  With that, I opened the door. Bones remained standing there in the middle of the room, staring at me, but I could sense he wasn’t about to ask me to wait either. He didn’t have anything more to say.

  Our latest encounter had been a shock to both our systems.

  “I’ll give you a chance to think over it. I really don’t want you guys wasting my time,” I said and then I was gone. The ball was in his court now.

  7

  Bones

  Fuck fuck fuck!

  I cursed aloud the moment the door closed behind Thea. I couldn’t even wait to make sure she had actually walked away. This was absolute fuckin’ madness! I couldn’t believe I hadn’t kept my hands off her, right after she told me the story about her brother dying. Gunther killing him. This was ridiculous.

  It was supposed to be a one-time thing.

  But those big blue eyes. That ass. Those long legs in those tight jeans. It was like she knew exactly how to look at me, how to move her body to pull me right in.

  I paced around Grimm’s old office for a few minutes, rubbing my hand over and over my face. I didn’t know what to think of Thea. Personally, I was aware that she was completely dangerous for me. If this was my condition—where I crumbled into a ball of nothing when she was around me; there was no way we should be going into any kind of partnership with her. Whether I believed her story or not.

  I knew I needed to get out there and face the others soon.

  I knew they were waiting to hear from me.

  They were obviously sniggering amongst themselves already. Making up various sexual situations between Thea and me right now in this room. My only hope was that she hadn’t said anything else to them on her way out.

  It seemed like she didn’t give a shit what people thought of her. What the rest of my club thought of her either. The only thing she cared about was getting what she wanted.

  And right now, she wanted our help.

  Hesitantly, still deciding what exactly to say to them about her…I walked back to the bar where my friends were waiting for me.

  “What was that about?” Cash spoke up and the others chuckled with delight.

  “Girl trouble, Bones?” Someone else said and a louder laugh broke out now. Even Grimm, our President, was grinning. They thought this was some kind of a joke.

  “Why did she mention Gunther’s name though?” This was Patch. It seemed like he was the only one who’d heard Thea mention Gunther’s name earlier.

  “She knows him?” Rogue spoke up. The chuckling was beginning to die down now as I picked up a beer off the counter. Now that Gunther was a part of the conversation along with Thea, the joke was starting to turn sour.

  I took a quick sip of the cold beer and nodded.

  “Yeah, that’s what she came here to talk about. She has a score to settle with him too,” I said.

  “But you fucked her?” Cash asked, looking a little confused. I paced myself with the answers. Didn’t want this getting out of hand.

  “Yeah, last night. I met her at McKenzie’s. I was there meeting Ash, the guy I get my intel from. She happened to be there too.”

  “And you didn’t know who she was at the time?” Grimm clarified and I shook my head.

  “No, but she knew exactly who I was. Which is why I’m not sure if we can trust her to work with us.”

  “Is she with another club?” Patch asked. After Samantha’s situation, he was obviously trying to be careful about that aspect. I shook my head.

  “Not that I know of. Not that she’s telling me. Last night she told me she’s come down from Hawaii. Whatever that means.”

  “Why?”

  “Gunther murdered her brother. From what I could tell, this shit went down a long time ago and she’s been carrying the grudge ever since,” I explained.

  The others were listening to me intently now. They were full of questions. The kind of questions I should have probably asked Thea myself, but I was possessed with the desire to have her again. In some way. And that completely overtook me instead of being able to focus on the other stuff that she was telling me.

  “Fuck me,” Rogue muttered and drank his beer.

  “So, what does she want from us?” Patch asked.

  “She’s got it in her head that she could help us. That we could somehow work together in bringing down Gunther. Killing him. From what I can tell, it looks like she wants some blood spilled.”

  The others exchanged looks and I interrupted them before they could say anything.

  “I know what this looks like and I just want to say that we don’t have to do anything. She’s gone and hopefully she won’t come back here. It’s not like we…I owe her anything!”

  “But maybe she could actually be of help in this scenario. As far as crazy Gunther is involved,” Patch said. I was shaking my head already.

  “I don’t know if we can trust her.”

  “Okay, so bring her in and we can talk to her,” Cash suggested.

  “Yeah, from what we saw with Samantha, it’s pretty clear that Gunther has a weakness for pretty ladies and this chick…”

  “Thea,” I said her name gruffly.

  “…fits the bills,” Cash said. The others were agreeing with him. There were a lot of nodding heads around me. The exact opposite of what I was hoping to see here when I spoke to them about Thea’s proposition.

  I guzzled the beer down my throat.

  “I’m not sure if she can handle it.”

  “She looks like she could,” Grimm spoke up now and the others agreed again.

  “And she seemed determined to do it. If she’s looking for revenge, with a blood-thirst for Gunther, then we should utilize it. We don’t have anything to lose here right?” Patch came up to me, slapping my back hard. “It was just a fuck, right? You don’t really give a shit about what she wants to do.”

  I looked at him steadily and shrugged.

  “Yeah, of course not. I don’t give a shit,” I said and emptied the rest of the beer and asked Bender for another one.

  What the fuck kind of mess was I getting myself into?

  8

  Thea

  I had a shift at the clothing store, and I went there directly from the Black Cobras’ clubhouse. But it wasn’t like I could actually get any work done. My mind was warped with thoughts of Bones.

  I should have been thinking about my plan to get back at Gunther. The plan I’d been waiting to carry out for ten years which was now so close to working out…but instead, I was hung up on some guy! Nothing had made me this mad before.

  I needed to keep my distance from him.

  I needed to keep myself in check.

  I didn’t know what it was about Bones that made me so weak-kneed. I always thought I had a pretty good hold on myself. That I wasn’t like other women who just melted at the sight of a lean muscular body and a killer smile.

  But here I was, doing just that!

  After my shift at the store, I returned to the apartment, half toying with the idea of just hitting some other bar in town tonight. Maybe if I found some other guy to hit on me, maybe to have a one-night stand with; I wouldn’t be so caught up with Bones anymore?

  And then just as I stepped out of the shower, my
cellphone rang, and I answered thinking it was one of my informants calling about some news regarding Gunther.

  Instead, I heard his deep masculine voice at the other end. It was Bones saying Hello.

  His voice made me stop in my tracks. I clutched the towel tightly to my breasts and I stood there in the middle of my room, my hair drenched, my body damp and covered in goosebumps.

  “Yes?”

  “Is this Thea?”

  “How did you get my number?”

  “You’re not the only one who can keep tabs on people,” Bones replied, and it made my throat run dry. I pressed the phone tightly to my ear and started to pace around the room. Him calling me could only mean good news, right? Or was he calling to tell me to stay the fuck away from him and his club?

  “Why are you calling me?” I dared to ask him.

  “I spoke to the rest of the club, and they want you to come in for a meeting. Just for a chat. To go over things.”

  This was exactly what I wanted to hear. My heart started racing in my chest.

  “Really?” I muttered, before I could stop myself. I knew he’d heard the sound of excitement in my voice.

  “This doesn’t mean anything. They’re just curious to hear your story,” he said quickly.

  “Yeah, sure, of course. That’s good. I’ll be there tomorrow,” I said, fumbling with my words. The more we talked, the more nervous he seemed to make me. The more upset I got with myself because I seemed to have no control over myself anymore.

  “Cool,” he said, before he ended the call and all I could hear was white noise on the other end.

  I slumped down on the edge of my bed after that, throwing my phone away on the floor and collapsing back on the mattress. I stared up at the ceiling, blinking, and trying to calm myself. This was my chance to finally make a good impression on the Black Cobras. To get them on my side and make them see that we could really be mutually beneficial to each other.