by Ryan Michele
“I need you,” she whispers.
“Put me in.”
Bristyl pushes back just a bit, and then my cock finds the warmest, best place on the fucking planet. She moans as I groan.
“I’m gonna fuck you so hard everyone in this place will hear you.”
“Coop—”
Her words are cut off when my hips pull back and thrust up hard and deep. I set a punishing pace as her fingers dig into my shoulders. Her gasps and noises are like music to my ears.
She squeezes her core muscles, and I thrust harder, harder, harder; pounding, attacking, giving us both the perfect blend for pleasure.
“I’m gonna …” She screams my name aloud, her nails biting into my skin and her head flying back to crash against the door.
I give her no to time to recover. Instead, I walk her to the bed and take her without abandon until she comes again, and I follow behind her, my cock findings its release.
Home.
19
Bristyl
The drive to Sumner, Georgia is quiet, if you don’t count the bikes in front of and behind me. It’s a bit much, but I’m ready to start a new life. One that’s for me. At the same time, nervousness fills me. Going out on my own—hell, going to a club I really know nothing about. It’s all wrapped in a tight ball, but my mother’s words ring in my head. “Live life by the balls, my Bristyl. Some chances are worth taking.” Funny how those words just came to me on the drive.
I’ve thought a lot about my father and brothers and what happened back at the office. The dead body is something that will never escape my brain, no matter how hard I try. Those eyes staring at me … My body shivers.
I’m also afraid for my father. He shot a man in cold blood. Going to jail and spending the rest of his years there isn’t an option. So many of us were witnesses to the murder. So much here could go totally wrong.
What gets me, though, is my father himself. He thought for sure I’d fall in line, becoming something I’m not, instead of standing up to Wolf in the first place. The politics of a motorcycle club are different, my mother used to tell me. She said they were stricter, and one didn’t go against the president unless there was a damn good reason. It scares me, yet I feel like he did it to protect me.
Then there is the sadness that I wasn’t a damn good reason for my father in the first place. Or maybe I’m seeing this wrong. None of it makes sense. Why wouldn’t he or my brothers have my back? At least try. Or maybe they did. There are many unanswered questions, but I didn’t go back to Sinisters before we left. The thought of seeing them again hurt.
Even though they want me back in the fold, the problem is trust. All those years we built it. My brothers always on my case about this or that, pushing guys away from me like I’d get some horrible disease. My father was the same. The why is something I can’t get over.
I love them and my hope is after time, after we both get our heads on straight, we can talk and work this mess out. Right now, it’s too raw. It’s a wound that is fresh, and the pain is still sinking in. One thing I do know is that I don’t want to see him in an orange jump suit.
The bikes slow, coming up to gigantic compound. I say that, because it’s what it is. This place is bigger than Sinisters. The tall, concrete walls around the place with the fencing and barbed wire make it look like a prison of some kind.
The gates slide open, and I ease the gas slowly, taking in the space. An extremely large building sitting off to the left, also made of concrete. There are few windows, but they are small, horizontal rectangles, instead of normal vertical ones.
There’s a huge courtyard, with a fire pit, picnic tables, chairs, loungers, and a massive grill. Then, off to the side of that, there is a monstrosity of a playground that has swings, a slide, monkey bars, climbers, and more. Off to the right is a large garage building with Banner Automotive written at the top. This is where Cooper works. Interesting.
In front of the garage is a huge lot with cars, and on the opposite side is where bikes are lined up. The guys park their bikes there, and I follow with my car on the other side. Ryker had his bike, so that left me to drive the Challenger back.
“This is where you live?” I ask Cooper as he comes up to the side of my car. I’m overwhelmed by the size of the place, but a bit more on the way the sunlight shines off Cooper’s hair. Damn, that man is sexy. “I mean, I know you have a house with the guys, but this is where you grew up?”
“Part of the time. It’s home.”
Screams of a child pierce the calm, and I whip around to see where it’s coming from. Through the door of the largest building, several older woman and children come rushing out.
A woman with beautiful blonde hair, shorter than mine, comes up to GT and wraps her arms around him, kissing him hard. A teenage girl follows behind, her eyes on everyone, but on one in particular.
“That’s Angel, GT’s ol’ lady,” Cooper says in my ear.
A knock-out woman with brunette hair and a body so fit I swear she’s in her early thirties moves over to Tug, wrapping him up tight.
“That’s Blaze,” Cooper tells me.
They have to have a rule here. Guys must be hot. Women must be hotter. I so don’t fit in.
“You’re back.” This comes from a woman with hair so dark it’s almost purple. She strolls up to Buzz with a smirk on her face, and he pulls her to him and kisses her breathlessly.
“That’s Bella,” Cooper informs me.
“Where’s Tanner and Mearna?” Dagger asks the woman.
“They’re at your house. Mearna said they were doing some art something or the other,” Blaze responds.
“Fuck, boys, I’m goin’ home to make some art.” Scary Rhys claps a few of the guys on the shoulders as he takes off.
Cooper makes introduction, and each of them are very nice and welcoming. What’s not welcoming is the woman sitting on a white plastic chair with dark hair and red streaks throughout it. She looks pissed as hell at something; either that I’m here or that the guys are back, I’m not sure which. The way she cracks her knuckles, though, is not reassuring on my end.
Cooper laughs at something one of the guys says, not seeing the woman stand up and come our way. Not going to lie, part of me screams that I should run and hide, that she’ll tear me a new asshole and then some. But I refuse. With straight shoulders and head held high, I meet her head-on.
Cooper comes up to my side and puts his arm around my shoulder. A noise comes out of his mouth, but he doesn’t finish because the woman speaks.
“I don’t like her.”
This woman, who doesn’t know a damn thing about me, doesn’t like me? Anger burns in my belly, and my entire body tightens.
“And why’s that?” I ask, although she was addressing Cooper. If she doesn’t like me, she should say it to my face, not Cooper’s.
“You’re bringin’ trouble, and we don’t need that around here,” she replies.
I cross my arms in front of me. “I didn’t bring anything to your doorstep.”
She laughs. “Yes, you did. You think this shit’s over?”
“What do you know about it?”
“That you’re usin’ my boy to get out of a bad spot with your family,” she fires back.
“Mom,” Cooper says, shocking the shit out of me.
“This is your mom?” The words catch in my throat. It takes me a minute to spit them out.
“Yep.”
“Great.” I look up toward the heavens, but they have nothing to give me. Guess I’m on my own here.
“She did—”
I interrupt Cooper by putting my hand on his chest. “I didn’t use Cooper. Did my family give me a little push? Yes. But I’m not using Cooper.”
“Where are you going to live?” she charges, hands going to her hips.
“I’m taking care of it, Mom.” Cooper’s tone turns a bit harsh. He’s getting angry.
“I’m going to take care of me. I have my own money and will get a hotel room until
I find a place. The fact you think I’m using your boy means you know nothing about me at all. If you’d taken just a minute to introduce yourself and get to know me just a little bit, you would have seen that I care about Cooper. A lot. Do I want this to work out? Yeah, I do. If it doesn’t, then I’ll deal. Any way you look at it, I’m not going back to Crest, Florida. So, whether it’s here I settle or somewhere else, so be it.” By the time I end my little spiel, my breaths are coming in heavy and Cooper’s arm around me has tightened.
“Are you done?” Princess asks. I know her name from Cooper telling me during our many phone conversations.
“For now.”
“Mom, this isn’t any of your business. I’m gonna do what I damn well want. You know this,” Cooper tells her, and a small smile tips the corner of her lip up.
“She’s got grit and a brain.”
“No shit,” Cooper responds, while I say nothing.
Cruz, her man, comes up to her and wraps his arm around her shoulders. “Calm your shit. He’s growin’ up. You knew it was comin’.”
My heart instantly warms. This woman may not like me, but it’s really not for me. It’s because she doesn’t want her boy to grow up. What she doesn’t get is Cooper looks like he’s been grown for a while now.
“Sucks,” Princess says, her eyes going soft for Cooper. “I wish I could smash you small again.”
Cooper laughs. “Don’t think that’s smart, Mom. You gotta chill, though. I want you to get to know Bristyl. Trust me on this.”
Princess sucks in a deep breath so hard her shoulders rise with it. When she lets it out, it’s like a big whoosh. A small tear forms in her eye, but she doesn’t let it fall. It makes me wonder how my mother would feel about me leaving home and coming here. If the circumstances were different and my father didn’t pull what he did and I just left to come up here, how would she have taken it? Would she be happy for me? Angry with me? I just wonder what she would have told me. It makes me sad that I will never know that answer.
Princess takes a step forward and, alert, I keep on my toes. For what, I’m not sure. My gut just tells me to be on them with her.
She wraps her arms around Cooper, and I step to the side as he reciprocates. She whispers something so low I can’t make it out, and the curiosity hits me. Then she pulls away and turns toward me, holding her hand out.
“I’m Princess, Cooper’s mom. Nice to meet you.”
Unsure of what to do, my focus goes to Cooper, who smiles and gives me a small nod.
I hold out my hand and take hers. Princess’ grip is tight, and it takes a bit for me not to flinch. “Bristyl. Nice to meet you, too.”
“Alright, now that the meet and greet portion of this is over”—Ryker claps his hands hard—“there’s some pussy that needs tappin’.”
It’s only after Ryker’s gone do I realize Princess still has my hand. She must notice the same, because we release.
“Come on, beautiful, let’s go in. I’m beat and need a bit of shut eye.”
Cooper’s arm comes around my shoulder as he leads me into the building.
I glace over my shoulder, and Princess gives a small smile then leans into Cruz. Maybe this won’t be bad after all.
He leads me through the door into darkness. It’s not really dark, but the lights are so dim it can be considered darkness. The smell of stale beer and cigarettes fill the air, but it’s a smell I’m all too familiar with. Tables line the area as men and women mingle around, but that’s about all I see before Cooper pulls me down a hallway then through a door on the right.
The room is small, but from the small bit of light that comes through a window very high on the wall, it looks clean. The bed is made with a black comforter on it, the floor looks picked up, and there’s no laundry anywhere. Hell, even my room at home had clothes on the floor. His room is almost spotless.
“Are you a neat freak?”
He laughs deeply in his gut. “Fuck no. I’m sure this was my mom.” He nudges my arm. “Probably didn’t want you thinkin’ I’m a slob.”
“She clean your room a lot?”
“Nah, not since I was a kid. See? She likes ya.”
“That’s debatable.”
He wraps me in his arms, his face a hair’s breadth from mine. “I like ya.”
I grip his shirt tightly. “Good ’cause I like you, too.” I kiss him hard and wet.
My body sizzles against his, and before I can blink, we are both naked and fully liking each other.
20
Cooper
“I’m not staying here,” Bristyl argues with me. It’s damn cute she actually thinks she’s going to win this one.
“Just until we find a place we like.”
“Until I find a place I like,” she retorts, making me smile.
“We, beautiful. We’re gonna get a place close to here, and I’m gonna pay the rent.”
Bristyl’s face turns a shade of red that reminds me of a tomato, except her head seems like it’s about to explode. Her hands in fists, she glares at me. It’s fucking adorable.
“You are not paying my rent, Cooper Cruz. I am more than capable of paying for my own and don’t need a sugar daddy. Now, I’m gonna look at apartments.” She storms out of my room at the clubhouse and down the hall. I follow, because that’s the direction we both need to be going. All the while, a smile plays on my lips.
Rounding the corner, I hear, “If you’re done with him, I’ll take him. He’s an amazing lay.”
Tina. Fuck.
A scream echoes as Tina falls to the ground in a heap.
Bristyl steps back, covering her mouth, eyes wide as she looks from me to Tina, who is screaming on the ground with blood pouring out of her nose. Bristyl’s breaths begin to deepen as I move up to her and wrap her in my warmth.
“What did I do?” she wonders, her words muffled behind her hands.
Suddenly, applause breaks out in the clubhouse. It starts small and ends up in a roar, with whistles and all.
Bristyl looks up at me. “What’s going on? Who is she?”
Tina rises to her feet. “You bitch,” she spits out, lunging for Bristyl.
Instantly, I block her, and Tina’s pissed off eyes come to me.
“What, she your ol’ lady now?”
“Yep.”
“What?” Bristyl asks, her hands finally falling from her mouth.
“You’re my ol’ lady,” I respond naturally, then turn back toward Tina. “Spread that shit. No one comes near me or Bristyl.”
Tina’s face turns sour as she storms off and out of the clubhouse.
“We seriously need to talk,” Bristyl says as my father and Pops come up, each wrapping me in a one-armed hug then stepping back.
“About time,” my dad says.
“Whatever, old man.”
My father takes a shot to the shoulder. It stings, but I never let it show.
“Next one, we’re in the ring.”
My father laughs. “Maybe tomorrow. Right now, I’ve gotta get home to my wife.”
He leans down and wraps Bristyl in his arms. She stares at me, wide-eyed, her arms out at her sides awkwardly. When I lift my chin, she puts her small arms around my father, or tries to. She only gets about three-fourths of the way.
“Welcome to the family,” he says.
“Cruz, I don’t—”
“Roll with it.” Once the words leave my lips, I get her glare from over my father’s shoulder.
“Give me some of that,” Pops says, and my father releases her as Pops steps up. “The way you’re breathin’ fire, you’ll be a good match for our boy here.”
“Pops …” I warn, hating being called a boy more than anything, even from our president, which he knows and which is why he’s doing it with a smile.
“I know, I know. Welcome in the fold.” Pops gives Bristyl a squeeze on the shoulder, then turns toward me. “Son, you’ve turned into a damn fine man. I’m proud of ya.” Pops wraps me in his arms, giving me a very brief h
ug, then walks off.
“Cooper, we need to talk—like now,” Bristyl says, her hand on her hip, foot pointed out. “I mean, I just punched someone I don’t know. That’s not me. I don’t hit people. Then this whole business with the ol’ lady—”
I toss her up over my shoulder and head back to my room, having heard enough of her yapping.
“Put me down!” She smacks my ass.
“Beautiful, fuckin’ love it when you slap my ass.” My hand connects with her ass hard, and she screeches as we enter the room.
I kick the door shut then toss my woman on the bed and lay on top of her, my weight pressing her into the mattress.
“Cooper, you did not just do that.”
“Beautiful, I did. Get used to it.”
She begins to sputter words, but I put my finger over her lips. She glares, but stays quiet.
“Told you I wanted this. One thing you gotta know about me is, once I make a decision, I stick with it. You’re mine, and there’s no going back from that.” Only then, do I remove my hand.
“Do I get a say in any of this?”
A chuckle escapes my lips. “As long as you say what I want.”
She tries to wiggle, but I have her captured. “You weren’t an arrogant jerk on the phone or when we met.”
“Never had a reason to be, but this is me.”
“I don’t like it.” The twinkle in her eye tells me she’s not being truthful.
“Yeah, you do.”
She shifts again. “What do you mean, I do?”
My thigh is rubbing the heat between her legs, and she lets out a sexy as hell moan.
“Your body tells me so. It’s your brain we need to get on board.”
“Cooper, I didn’t come up here for you to take care of me. This is exactly what your mother accused me of doing. That’s not the intention. If we do this—really do this because I want to—then we’re equals. We talk about things before decisions are made. We go fifty-fifty on everything that comes our way.”
“I get where you’re comin’ from, but beautiful, gotta tell ya, certain things, I’m not budgin’. I pay for the rent on the house we get.” She starts to argue again, and I shake my head. “I mean it. This is not negotiable. I take care of you. Now, you can pick out whatever the fuck you want in the place, and I’ll live with it. I leave grocery money on the table, you get the food. That’s my idea of fifty-fifty.”