Betting on Forever (Battle Born MC Book 1)

by Scarlett Black

  Blade moves to grab my phone to look, but I pull it back, “Nah-ah, you want to find out, come to the bar on Halloween night. We come up with trick or treat games and it’s a blast. But if you don’t come in a costume, no entry,” I shake my head in seriousness. Not everyone comes dressed up, but I’m not telling him that.

  Blade moves in closer and wraps his arms around me, turning me to face him. Inhaling deeply, his smell is very intoxicating. I don’t know what it is, but it’s dangerous and sexy mixed with sweat. Can’t I have a little fun and not get burnt? Because, honestly, this feels too good to just throw completely away. He rubs my back up and down. “How about I dress up like your man, is that scary enough?” His eyes are laughing at me.

  “No one would know what that looks like, Blade,” I mock him.

  Blade crosses his arms over his chest. “How about we make a bet. I’ll even let you pick what we bet on? If I win, you tell everyone I’m your man, and, if you win, I will wear whatever you pick for your party?”

  I’m caught in a bind here, because while this is tempting and fun, at the same time this isn’t all fun and games. I release the breath I’m holding and tell him, “Okay, Blade, I’m always game to bet, but before we start, let me lay this out for you. The guys in your world aren’t faithful, they screw around with sluts. I’m not that way, Blade. I don’t play with people or with emotions. You want a shot with me, you toe the line and be my man. You fuck up with my trust, don’t come back looking for second chances. We walk away, and we’ll stay friends.” Maybe.

  Blade leans over and starts kissing my jaw to my ear. “You’re going to lose, Vegas, and I’m going to make you deliver on our bet. Don’t worry, I’ll show you that you can trust me. I want a woman, not a slut or some bitches to warm my bed. I want you. And when I finally have you, all of you, I’ll never let you go.” My body shivers with his stubble scratching my skin, his lips on my jaw, and his strong hands rubbing my back.

  “We’ll see, hotshot, we’ll see. How about a target contest?” I push back a little looking at him.

  “Really? Do you even own a gun, princess?” Disbelief is lacing his tone at me.

  “No faith in me, huh? Princess is worse than Vegas, don’t call me that.” I push him back farther from me, wanting to punch him more than kiss him right now.

  That gives me about a week to practice before the bet. “Halloween night, it’s on, and I’ll bring your costume for when you lose. This also means you’ll be coming to the bar on Halloween,” I can’t help but to smile very wide.

  “This I can’t wait to see.” I’m practically jumping in excitement to see these bikers come in all dressed up. “Do not think I will accept you as bikers either, that will not be allowed.” I point at his chest, then wrap my hand up around his neck and pull him closer to me. “I will pick it, and you will wear it.” Taking a step back, I shove my hand forward. “Let’s shake on it?”

  Blade grabs my hand and spins me till my back hits the wall, pressing his strong body against mine. “No, we’ll kiss on it.” He smashes his lips to mine aggressively, making me open my mouth to his. Sliding his tongue around mine, he drags my bottom lip between his teeth, licking and kissing my lips and jaw, and then does it all over again. His leg slides between mine, rubbing my pussy against his strong muscles. My fingers wrap around the longer hair at the top, then I run my hands down to the back of his shaved head and neck.

  His strong hold on my sweatshirt lightens. Moving his hands to grab my ass, then lower around my thighs, he lifts me up until I lock my legs around his back, rubbing myself up and down his hard dick. He groans, the feeling radiating through my chest, it’s so deep. Blade’s hands sneak up under my clothes, his rough, cold fingertips touch my skin, and I shiver again. They trace up to my bra and squeeze my breast. Catcalls and whistles break the moment as I let go of Blade’s lip from between my teeth to look over his shoulder.

  My eyes bug out at all of his men, along with Jenn and Dana, who are egging our scene on. I slowly slide my legs down his body and stand. Blade kisses my neck once more. Standing straight up, he yells, “Get the fuck out of here.” Most of them move, other than my girls, Axl and Tank.

  Clearing my throat, I will my heart to slow down. “I got to run home, check on Tugg and get ready for work.”

  Blade turns back to me. “Me too, babe, I got to run back and check on shit. I’ll see you later, text me when you’re home tonight. And, Alessia, you better get a hold of me this time. I don’t like waiting around. Next time I will spank your ass.” He leans forward to give me a quick kiss and swats me on the ass on his way over to his bike where his MC brothers are waiting for him already on their bikes.

  Walking my way over to the girls, Dana and Jenn are so happy about catching me that it makes me a bit cranky. “Vegas, that was the hottest make-out I have seen in the longest time. I think my panties need a change after seeing that.” Dana starts fanning herself, sighs and continues, “It makes me miss having that kind of romance.”

  “Well, you’ll get what you asked for. Axl has plans for you,” I tell her sarcastically, feeling a bit better to rub it in.

  “What”, she shrieks. “Settle in, princess, your prince will be storming your castle walls soon,” Jenn wiggles her eyebrows.

  “Nope, I’m not letting Axl anywhere near this castle, he’s a little shit. Not. Happening,” she stomps her foot. Jenn and I look over and sure enough, there’s Axl with his eyes on his prize.

  “You know you’re just making this more fun for him, right? He loves this reaction from you, he’s soaking it in,” I tell her with a pointed look as if this was obvious.

  Dana turns toward Axl and he’s still smiling her way. “Fuck.”

  She turns and heads towards the front door, so I yell after her, “Be here in an hour!” She waves her hand in response and continues, not looking back at us.

  Jenn asks, “You think she’s hot for him, or really isn’t into him?”

  Smiling back at Jenn, I answer her. “I think so, she just said ‘fuck.’ She never cusses, he’s getting to her. This little fire is a slow burn, and when she gives in, it will be like a wildfire was lit.”

  Jenn nods her head in agreement, walking in the same direction as Dana. “Heading in to setup, catch ya on the flip side, bitch.” We throw our hands up in the peace out sign, and both of us move on to the rest of the day.

  Shutting the door and turning the car on, the sounds of bikes fill the air. I glance up just as Blade throws one long leg over his bike and he catches me staring. He winks at me and starts his own bike. Pulling out onto the highway, I’m shocked to see about twenty bikers behind me. Wouldn’t they head the other direction?

  They follow me all the way to my driveway. I get out and watch them take off down the street to the next turn. “What the hell was that?”, I whisper to no one at all. My phone pings again with a message and I pull it out of my purse to see a text from Blade.

  Blade: We are going to follow you home to make sure you’re safe, have a good night.

  My heart melted a little bit more from his sweetness.

  I text back, Who’s going to protect me from you?

  Chapter 11

  Blade

  I had to walk away from that hot as fuck kiss. I was two seconds from taking her into her office and fucking her. Good thing these assholes broke us up. It would have been hot as fuck, but I don’t think Alessia is ready for that yet. Pulling out my phone, I type up a message to let her know I’m going to follow her home.

  Spider walks up to me and slaps my back. “Glad you’re taking my advice seriously, she’s not a girl to let go of so easily. By that display on the wall, she’ll be the star of all our fantasies for a while now, that was so fucking hot.”

  Nodding my head in response, I’m not quite sure what to say. I’m not sharing shit about what just happened. We need to check in with the Las Vegas Chapter anyway. “Let’s head out, meet me at the club house for Church.”

  ∞ ∞ ∞

>   I’m back in my room at the clubhouse. Taking a shower, I relax under the feel of the hot water flowing down my back. My cock is still hard from my ride home. That bitch can make me fall to my knees and when I’m on my knees… I start thinking of running my nose from her knee to her pink, soft pussy. Inhaling deep, I start imagining smelling her hot desire for me. Grabbing my dick, I pull back and forth, rubbing the head. Getting lost in my fantasy… My tongue runs up and down her center, gathering her taste. Trailing my fingers up her sides, scraping my nails down her silky soft waist, I take soft, long strokes across her clit…

  I’m breathing hard, in and out, and my hand is tighter, more aggressive with my cock.

  She is close, I can fill her pussy starting to tighten around my fingers, my tongue picks up the pace over her clit. Her juice is all over my hand when the orgasm flows over her. My tongue devours her soft, delicious lips, licking all her orgasm clean from her body.

  My hand is in a tight fist now, pumping hard at my dick. My head is leaning against the wall. I come so hard in my own hand that I’m lost in my head thinking of that feisty woman and my fantasy about her. Long streams of cum spurt out, and I can’t wait till I can sink my rock-hard cock in her pussy and make her crave my touch as much as she has tempted me with hers.

  I rinse off and get out of the shower, then start drying off with a towel. I throw on a clean pair of jeans and black t-shirt with my cut over it, then make my way to my office. The guys are waiting for me as I take a seat at the head of the table with my VP to my right. “What do you have for me?”

  Hitch pipes up, “The tail we had on the truck from California, from the one you ran into at the truck stop? Came out empty handed at his stop near Sacramento. Whatever he had, he had dropped it off already. He sprayed his truck down and parked it inside a warehouse. That truck hasn’t moved since, but one pulled out last night and they have prospects following that one.”

  “Spider, did you get the address and the name on the property?” Turning to Spider, I’m expecting more answers. “Yeah, Prez, and it’s under a dead old lady. I’m looking through her background, see if, by a long shot, she has a greedy little shit in the family that used her name. Still putting it together, a timeline for the trucks and Buck. I should have something by the time the California Prez, Fuego, gets here tonight, and the other clubs’ Presidents will roll in shortly after in the next couple of days. They all wanted to meet here since it’s central to all of our locations, and have a sit down.”

  I rub my head, hoping to God we pick up some more answers than questions soon. “Talking with Stryker earlier, he confirmed he’ll haul up our equipment from Las Vegas to get the shop up and running. We need to finish painting and putting the new flooring down. With all of us working on it, except Spider, I want it ready in two days. Tank, did you pull applications from the ad we posted online for the receptionist position?”

  “I set up some interviews for tomorrow afternoon at the shop. We have about twenty that applied. I only scheduled about ten. We need someone who’s worked in a shop before, the ones who didn’t, I tossed.”

  “Spider, start pulling some names of the dead old lady’s family and hand those out, along with whatever information you have on everything else. Let’s see if we can help you dig these assholes out of hiding. Go ahead and get started.”

  All the brothers file out, getting to work. This will be a long night seeing if we can connect any of this, but the last thing I want is to come up empty handed by the time my old man, Stryker, gets here.

  Checking my phone, there’s a new text.

  Alessia: Who’s going to protect me from you?

  Me: Not another man on this earth can.

  I’m about to pocket my phone when my mom’s name flashes on the screen. “Hey, Ma, how are you doing?” I miss dinner at mom’s and seeing her around the clubhouse with my Dad.

  “Fine, love, you getting your place put together for your shop?” She continues excitedly, “Did you pick out paint yet?”

  “Yeah, Ma, I picked it out earlier today.” I can practically see her scrunch her nose up at me through the phone. “Don’t worry, it will look good, Vegas picked it out.”

  “Must be a new prospect or member because I don’t remember who that is. Anyway, I was calling to tell you something. The Ol’ Ladies have been talking, and while they’re happy, I don’t think you will be…”

  My father’s voice booms into the background, “Woman, get off the damn phone and leave Blade the hell alone. He ain’t your little boy anymore, he’s a man. Let him deal with his own shit if it is a problem.”

  “I can tell my son whatever the hell I want, Bill!” There’s a wrestling noise, then the phone goes dead. With my mom, that could mean a whole lot of things, but I’m sure she’s coming up with him, so I’ll find out then.

  ∞ ∞ ∞

  It’s six hours later, and we have a few ideas mapped out of what facts go together when we all decide to drop this all and pick it up for another day. More members have piled in and there’s a small party happening around the pool table. Getting closer, I realize it’s some brothers from California. I shake hands with a few. One guy, who I vaguely remember from a few years back in passing, is all over one of our sluts.

  I step over to talk to the Cali VP, Ghost. “Where’s Fuego and the rest of your crew?”. I am wondering why he didn’t ride in with Ghost.

  “He stopped in to check on his daughter and he’ll bring the girls with him here in a few.”

  A beautiful older blond woman wraps her hand around his waist and shyly says, “Hi, I’m Katie.”

  Her Ol’ Man, Ghost, tells her, “Katie, this is the Prez of the Reno Chapter, Blade, he’s Stryker’s son.”

  “Wow, you are pretty young to take over, good luck.” She smiles at me. I nod to her in response when I hear the sound of more bikes picking up in the distance. Must be Fuego.

  Making my way outside to catch them pulling up, I catch a glimpse of Fuego and his wife riding on the back of his bike, then his son, Snake. He looks just like his dad, Hispanic through and through, even though his mom is a gorgeous white lady who looks to be in her mid-fifties. Snake also brought his woman, which when she jumps off the bike, I’m having a very hard time keeping my eyes off her very fine ass.

  She grabs her helmet and pulls it off her head, shaking out some silky, long, brunette hair. Who in the fuck is this? When she turns, my heart slams in my chest. NO. Fuego walks over to me, but my brain has stopped working, turning on to auto pilot. “This is Snake, my son, and this is…”

  Cutting him off, I’m so pissed and yell in Vegas’ face when I stop right in front of her. “What the motherfucking reason would you possibly give me that you are on another man’s bike, Vegas!” I’m right on top of her and the little bitch doesn’t look a bit scared right now. The anger is pumping so thick in my veins, I clench and unclench my fists trying to get control of this crazy feeling.

  She just stares in my direction with both of her eyebrows hitting her hairline. Then she just says, “Hey, babe, I just rolled in with my FAMILY! Have you met my Papa, Fuego, and my BROTHER, Snake? No? I didn’t think so because you’re acting like a DUMB ASS!” She pats my chest and kisses my cheek, whispering, “Turn around, babe.”

  Looking over my shoulder, I see two very pissed off Mexican assholes behind me. “Did you just yell at my daughter like that in front of my crew, Blade? If her old man tells her to jump on a bike with her brother, she’ll god damn do it.” Fuego is really fucking annoyed at my outburst, understandably so.

  “If Vegas had told me that her father was the Prez of the Cali chapter, I would have known this shit,” I grind out.

  “Why the fuck would my daughter tell you that for? So she can put a target on her back? Of course she didn’t. Santa Maria, how long have you known her?”, Fuego barks at me.

  “Fuck, I don’t know, about a week.” Right about then I realize that I just made myself look like the dumbass Vegas just called me.

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nbsp; “Take your shit and fix it in private, will you? Alessia, you and I will chat later, que la chingata, pinchi ninios.” Fuego hooks his arm around Vegas’ amused mother and they walk away.

  Taking Vegas’ hand, I storm through the club, heading to my room. I slam the door shut behind me. She just waltzes past me, placing her hand on her hip, cocking it out. We stare at each other for a minute until I break, because we all know she’s going to stand there all night unless I break. Fucking bitches.

  Walking over to her, I grab her hips and spin her around till her hands grab the bed. I yank her jeans down her legs and almost stop. Almost, because my eyes are glued to her very nice ass and the blood red lace thong framing it. I run one finger over her right hipbone and back down around the bottom of her ass. My hand smooths over her cheek, then I raise it back and smack that fat, juicy ass.

  She jerks her head up and moves to stand up. I grab the hair at the back of her neck and hold her down. Something calms my nerves. Having her under my hands settles my rage, but it’s not even close to being enough. My hand smacks her ass at least five more times, rubbing her cheeks more.

  Our breathing is labored and heavy as I tell her, “We will talk this out, Alessia, but I’m too fucking angry right now. I never lose my shit, and I just lost it big time in front of a lot of men, so you are going to give me this right now and keep your fucking mouth shut.”

  I spank her again with a loud pop and this time she moans. Pulling up the dark red string from between her cheeks, I run my finger under the lacy string, aiming for her center. This time I groan when I feel her soft pussy lips hot and drenched for me. “I love this shade of red on your skin. You like it when I pull your hair and spank you like the bad bitch you are, don’t you, Vegas?” I tug her hair back some more to get a response.