by Sophia Gray
“Come on,” Isaac said with a sexy little smile. “Let’s take a ride together.”
I’d never felt as powerful as I felt that first night on my bike. The wind was in my hair and whipping at my face, and I felt dark and strong and intense. Even though Isaac was riding behind me and gripping my waist, I felt alone. Solitary. I liked the feeling; instead of making me feel like I was Isaac’s bitch, riding behind him, I felt like he was riding behind me. Like I was the strong one, not my amazing boyfriend. The thrill of riding through the dark hills and roads together was incredible. I’d never felt anything like it. When I pulled over, Isaac crushed me to his body and kissed me deeply. His tongue slipped between my lips and I eagerly pressed my body against his, desperate for his touch. As Isaac’s hands ran down my back and squeezed my ass, I moaned softly into his mouth.
“I can’t believe this,” I murmured to Isaac after we’d pulled apart. “This is the best birthday present I’ve ever had.”
Isaac smirked. “I know,” he said. He was cocky, but that was one of the reasons why I loved him so much. He was mine, and he had every reason to be cocky: Isaac was the most desirable man that I’d ever met.
“How did you do this?” I demanded softly. Isaac had a part-time job, but I didn’t think he ever could have afforded something like this. “I can’t believe it’s really mine!”
Isaac chuckled. "I saved up and bought something that needed a lot of repairs," he said. "This isn't exactly new," he added. "I mean, it's perfectly fixed up now. But you can probably tell it's a vintage model."
I grinned. “I don’t mind,” I said softly. “It’s the most beautiful and perfect thing I’ve ever seen, and I love it. I’m never giving it up.”
Isaac grinned. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me close, kissing me hard and deep. Arousal began tingling in my lower belly and I shuddered as Isaac slipped his hand under my shirt and gently pinched my nipples until they became as stiff as pebbles. He always knew exactly how to touch my body in order to excite me, and tonight was no exception. Plus, I loved having sex outdoors—our first time had been in the woods—and I was feeling more aroused than ever. The combination of the heady motorcycle ride and my sexy boyfriend toying with my body was really making me wet!
“I want you,” I moaned in Isaac’s ear. “Take me, Isaac.”
Isaac growled. He grabbed my wrists and held my arms over my head as his other hand groped and stroked my breasts. I shivered and moaned with pleasure as the sensation rocketed through my body. Isaac grabbed my waist and pulled me close, rubbing his strong pelvis against mine. I shuddered as I felt his hard cock.
“I want you, Candace,” Isaac grunted in my ear, sending a flicker of pleasure through me. “I’m yours.” As his strong hands yanked my jeans down, I gasped. Isaac ripped off my thong and tossed it aside, bending me over the motorcycle and caressing my hips until I was shaking with lust. I heard him fumbling with his pants and then the clink of his belt buckle dropping to the ground. “And now I’m going to make you mine,” Isaac grunted as he thrust into me. The sensation was delicious and I cried out as Isaac impaled me with his rock hard erection. The pleasure that had coiled in my belly slowly began to spread through my body and before I knew it, I was crying out and pushing my pelvis hard against Isaac’s strong body.
"Candace," Isaac grunted. He tangled his fingers in my hair and yanked my head back. "Candace, I need you," he said again. I moaned loudly as his hips slammed against mine with more force than before. As his cock slid inside my soaking wet pussy, Isaac reached around my body and began rubbing his thumb against my clit. The sensation was incredible and I shrieked and wriggled my hips against him, desperate for more contact.
“Isaac,” I moaned. “Isaac!”
There was a sharp rap on the door and I woke up, confused by my dream. For a moment, I thought I was back there, in the woods with Isaac. In the woods with the man I loved. Then reality came crashing down around me—I wasn’t in the woods, I was in a tiny bedroom in the back of the Succubi’ clubhouse. I wasn’t Candace any longer, now I was Stephanie.
“What is it?” I sat up in bed and blinked. “What’s going on?”
Val strode into the room with an angry expression on her face. “Get dressed,” she said sharply. “You’re not going to like this.”
Ten minutes later, I was standing by Jessica’s bedside. She was awake, and although less drunk than she had been earlier, she was still pretty out of it. There was blood on the sheets and she was sporting a bloody nose and a black eye.
“What the hell happened?” I crouched down by Jessica’s side of the bed. “What was it?”
“Some asshole assaulted her,” Val said in a deadly calm voice. “She’s been hurt, and she needs to go to the hospital.”
I sighed. I hated involving medical professionals in our work. We often had a lot of injuries to account for that we couldn’t necessarily explain—bullet wounds, for one. The MC had a doctor on call who performed a lot of favors for us, and I pulled out my phone to call her.
Val frowned. “What the fuck are you doing? We need to get her to a hospital, now.”
I glared. “This is my MC,” I said in a calm voice. “And I make the decisions here. Have you forgotten that?”
Jessica whimpered and rolled around in the bed.
When the doctor answered, her voice was clogged with sleep and groggy. “Hello?”
“It’s Stephanie,” I said instantly. “We need you here at the clubhouse. There’s been an attack on one of my girls.”
“She needs a hospital,” Val cut in.
“Shut up,” I snapped as I hung up the phone and slipped it back into my pocket. “I decide what she needs, and right now what she needs is for you to stop arguing with me.” Val glared but she didn’t reply. “And I want to know exactly what happened.”
Jessica opened her eyes and looked at me pathetically. She looked almost like a child; her blonde hair was spread out on the pillows and her eyes were wet with tears.
“I don’t know what happened,” she said softly. “I was just lying here and someone came in and hurt me.” She gasped as she rolled onto her side.
“Who was it?” I demanded sharply. “A man? A woman?”
Jessica shook her head. “I don’t know,” she replied. “I couldn’t see. It was too dark.”
Beside me, Val was practically quaking with rage. “It was one of them Jungle’s Thorns assholes,” she hissed in my ear. “I saw one of their jackets sneaking out of the back into the parking lot.”
I gaped at her. “Are you sure?”
Val nodded. “One hundred percent sure,” she said in the same cocksure voice that I despised about the men we’d seen earlier. “I know who did this. And we need to get revenge.”
I held up my hands. “We ain’t doing shit until the doctor gets here and finds out what happened to Jessica,” I replied. “And then we’re deciding as a group.”
Val bristled beside me. I could tell that she didn’t like being ordered around, but tough shit. She wasn’t the president of the Succubi; I was. And this was my fucking club.
“You need to obey me,” I hissed to Val. Just then, there was a knock on the door.
“The doctor’s here,” Val said. She pushed past me and opened the door.
The doctor, a mousy little woman named Michelle, slipped inside the room. She was clad in scrubs and carrying a beaten up leather bag which she dropped on the floor. As she pulled on a pair of latex gloves, she looked down at Jessica and frowned.
“What happened?”
“We don’t know,” I said quickly, before Val could cut in. “We were all asleep and someone broke in and assaulted Jessica.”
“Someone broke in?” Michelle looked at me with big, scared brown eyes. “Are you sure?”
“I’ll look around,” I said warily. I went back to my room and grabbed my gun, shoving it in the back of my pants. Actually, I wasn’t sure. I wasn’t sure about anything, and I wanted to check it out bef
ore I told anyone else what happened. A mix of anger, frustration, and adrenaline was coursing through my veins. It wasn’t right of Val to assume responsibility the way that she had, but at least she wasn’t fighting with me now.
With my gun cocked and loaded, I slowly made my way through the halls. The clubhouse was dark; the recreation area was a complete mess. Beer bottles and sticky puddles littered the floor and I could smell the sour smell of stale alcohol. Damn, I thought to myself. We know how to throw a fuckin’ party.
The front door was locked and bolted and I could tell that none of the windows had been broken. The place looked virtually untouched from earlier, and I wondered how the man had broken in. As much as I hated how she’d reacted, I had to trust Val. It probably was one of the men from Jungle’s Thorns. And now I was going to have to deal with all of it myself.
When I got back to the bedroom, Jessica was sitting up and crying. Michelle gave her a shot of something clear and advised she stay in bed for a few days. Then, she pulled me aside.
“Stay with her,” I told Val. “I’ll be right outside with the doctor.”
Michelle glanced at me nervously. She bit her thin lip and raked a hand through mousy brown hair. “She was assaulted with a blunt object,” she said in a low, quiet voice. I could barely hear her even though I was only standing a few feet away. “And whoever was doing it was very careful. There was no evidence, no semen. No sign that she’d been touched with a human body. There are contusions on her head and neck, like she was struggling and someone tried to fight with her. And her legs are bruised very badly. Jessica tried to fight, but someone must have knocked her out. And she wasn’t drugged,” Michelle said. “I ran a quick blood test and everything came out normal. She simply had too much to drink.”
I pursed my lips. This was getting stranger by the moment, and I had no idea what to really think. “Thank you,” I said softly. “You’ve been a big help tonight.”
Chapter Three
Present Day
It was the first time that my girls and I were back at the clubhouse since Jessica’s attack. Jessica had spent a few nights at home recuperating, and in that time I’d been fighting viciously with Val. She kept trying to convince me that the best thing to do would be to take immediate action against Jessica’s attacker, but I wanted to wait until everyone was informed. Now, the twelve of us were sitting around a table. Jessica still had bruises on her face but overall she’d recovered quite well. I was proud of her. Aside from the night of the attack, she hadn’t cried at all. Even Val had admitted with a grudging respect that Jessica was tougher than she looked.
“So,” I began in a solemn tone. “I know it’s been a while, and I wanted to talk to you all and see what you think.”
“I want him dead,” Alexa said in an equally serious tone. “I ain’t joking, Stephy. I want him dead and gone.”
“I know,” I said, nodding my head. “You guys want to take a vote?”
Val and Tara, another old member, exchanged glanced. Tara opened her mouth. “Val said it was someone from Jungle’s Thorns,” she said. “Shouldn’t we try to destroy the whole MC? They can’t go around raping people like this,” she added.
“Jessica wasn’t raped, she was assaulted,” I replied. The other women glared at me. “There’s a difference,” I said. “This person was very careful not to leave any evidence. Don’t you think that means something?”
“I don’t care what it means, that fucker’s going down,” Val said. She slammed her fist against the table and the other girls cheered loudly. “We gonna kill him!”
“Wait,” I said. “We still need to vote on this. And we don’t know who it is, either.”
“So?” Val glared at me. “You used to know that asshole, Isaac, right? You can go sweet-talk him into confessing.”
“I don’t think he’ll work like that,” I murmured. “He’s the kind of guy to give his life for a club member, especially if he doesn’t know who was involved.”
“I bet it was that jerk, Nick,” Alexa said loudly. She leaned forward in her chair and cracked her knuckles. “I should have kicked him when he was down, so he couldn’t have raped Jessica!”
There was a cheering cry from the rest of the women and I started to feel a little helpless, like I was losing my own club. Val was leading the cheer and soon, everyone began beating their hands on the table in unison, staring at me.
“Okay,” I said. “Come to order! Order!” I slammed my gavel down on the table with a hard thunk. “Listen to me!”
The cheering stopped. “Whatchu want?” Val said, rolling her eyes. “You wanna tell me I’m being too much again?”
I swallowed hard. Lately, I’d been feeling so much resentment towards Val that I wanted to take her out back and knock her lights out with my fist. But the rest of the club seemed cheered by what she had to say, and I knew it would be a bad idea to start some shit right here.
“We’re going to vote now,” I said. “For taking revenge on the Jungle’s Thorns.”
When the vote went around the table, it passed unanimously.
“I saw him,” Val claimed again. “I saw that fucker with my own two eyes!” She yelled loudly and clapped her hands together, rousing all of the other women. “And he’s going down!”
“Booooooo!”
“He’s doing down!” Val repeated, standing up and looking around fiercely like she was planning to kill him herself. “And I’m gonna make sure he does!”
I banged the gavel against the table once more. “Order!” I shouted loudly. “Come on! Order!”
The girls glanced up at me with wary expressions. “Why don’t you want us to get revenge on this asshole who hurt Jessica?” Alexa asked loudly.
The room was so silent that I could have heard crickets chirping.
“It’s not that I don’t want revenge,” I said. “Come on, you guys, you know me better than that. But we don’t know anything for sure! The clubhouse hadn’t even been broken into! It could be anyone. And once we start a war with the Jungle’s Thorns, we’re in that shit until it’s over. We might all be dead before it’s over!”
“Then I’m dead,” Val said. “I’m out. See you.”
The other girls glared at me as the door slammed behind Val. “Come on,” Alexa said. “What’s the big fucking deal? Just go find one of the guys and talk to him. Maybe he knows something. We’re not acting right now; we just want you to do something.”
“Fine,” I snapped. “I’ll go talk to Isaac.”
Chapter Four
Isaac and the rest of the Jungle’s Thorns usually held court above a bar in downtown LA. I’d been there a handful of times, most recently to drive by and check whether their bikes were there. I knew the MC pulled in a decent amount of cash, but I was wondering when they'd finally get their own clubhouse. For a gun-running MC, the Thorns didn't seem to be as wealthy as I would have guessed.
The bar was hopping. It was a Friday night and I’d dressed in a nondescript black tank top and black jeans with boots. I rode my bike up to the club, expecting to see it full of Isaac and his cronies. But there was a live band and people were dancing, and I was relieved to note that I was likely going to get away with hanging under the radar until I spotted Isaac.
I sat down at the lone empty stool that I saw. On the other side of me, a burly guy was hugging his girlfriend close and whispering in her ear as he fondled her ass. Part of me thought again of Isaac, and I felt a sharp pain in my chest. It had been five years since I’d left him, and I could have gone another ten without thinking about him again. But here I was, right in the Thorn’s den.
“What can I get you, honey?” the bartender asked. She was a buxom blonde woman with a low-cut top and red lipstick. “Beer? Wine? Vodka?”
“Whiskey, neat,” I said as I slid over a wad of cash. “You seen Isaac tonight?”
The woman laughed. “Oh, honey, you’re only the third broad to ask me that,” she said, rolling her eyes. “He’s real popular tonight.” She
turned away before I could ask her anything else. I scowled. It would be just like Isaac to fuck everything in sight. I couldn’t believe that he was still running around like the big stud on campus. Isaac was the kind of sneaky guy to keep three girlfriends on a string at the same time.
When she handed me my glass of whiskey, I knocked the whole thing back without a second thought. If I was going to talk to Isaac, I needed to be a lot drunker than I currently felt.
“Is this seat taken?” I almost gasped as Isaac slid onto the stool next to me. He was still as gorgeous as ever—blond and scruffy with bright green eyes—and I felt my breath catch in my throat. Easy, Stephy, I told myself. This doesn’t have to be a nightmare. Just stay calm. This is for Jessica, and for your other girls.