“Fine. Let’s get this shit over with before I just fuck you right here, out in the open.”
I know I owe it to her to take her out on a date, she’s been bugging me for weeks. Last time we went on a date was when I finally convinced her she was mine. Since then all our free time together has just been us fucking.
She convinces me to take her to a diner in the next town over, which pisses me off because now I should wait longer to have my dick in her mouth. But after last night, I owe her the best date I can give her.
Pulling into the parking lot, the place looks almost abandoned. “Are you sure about this place?” I ask her.
“Yes, Carter, I’m sure. I’ve been here with Keisha a few times. It looks like shit, but the breakfast food here is served all day, and they have the best hot chocolate.”
We spent that whole night sitting in that shitty rundown diner, just talking and laughing. Watching the way she ate her food, sipping her hot chocolate. I knew then, that night, I was madly in love with her. And half hating myself at the same time for the jobs I had to do for the club.
Chapter 8
Harlee
Could that bimbo waitress have been more obvious? She was looking at Wrecker like she wanted to get down on her knees right there at the table and blow him. He sure as shit wasn’t trying to deter her either. He might as well have pulled his big dick out and invited her to sit on it right beside me. Sleazy fucker. He can’t keep it in his pants for ten minutes. I swear, the man must always have sex on the brain.
He called her baby doll and it made my stomach turn. I hate pet names. It reminds me of the stupid nicknames given to those skanky bitches who hang around the clubhouse. Nasty bitches. I don’t need him to protect me. I don’t need him period. If I can get out the back door, I can easily steal a car and get to the airport and cash in on that vacation I have been wanting to go on. Some beach sounds nice right about now.
“Why don’t you go follow her, and fuck her like I know you want to,” I say, rolling my eyes. I shouldn’t be jealous. I hate him. I hate him so damn much. He made a fool of me and my depending on him is like saying that his behavior was acceptable.
“You jealous, baby?” He taunts.
“If you ever want a working dick again, you should just shut the fuck up and leave me alone,” I grumble. The longer I am near him the more irritated I become because I know him and his stupid charm. He will be trying to lure me straight into bed and I can’t put myself through that again. I weathered the storm once but I don’t think I could survive it a second time.
His eyes narrow on me those damn specks of gold swirling in the green are hypnotizing me. “How about you stop saying you’re gonna take my dick off, because if you ever want my dick again, then you will be the one to suffer. How would I fuck you, baby?”
“You’re never going to fuck me, ever again.” I decide to insult him. “Mark wasn’t the only man I fucked after you. Most of them gave it to me better than you ever could.” I smirk when I feel his posture go rigid next to me.
His hand squeezes my leg so hard I yelp; that’s going to bruise later.
“Don’t, just fucking don’t. You want me to kill these people in this fucking diner? Because I will. Once we get to a safe location, we’re going to talk. Even if I have to tape your mouth shut to make you listen to me.”
I know he’s about to say more, but the slutty waitress comes back and sets our food on the table. “Anything else, honey?” She purrs. How the hell can women purr? Her makeup is overly done and her tits are so far out on display it leaves nothing to the imagination. It isn’t like she’s ugly. So why does she have to try so damn hard to get attention? I don’t get other women at all.
“How about you leave the bill and fuck off.” I sneer at her.
She looks at me, startled, as if she has just realized I’m here. Idiot. Bet she’d notice if I stabbed her in the tit.
Wrecker shakes his head and digs into his food so I do the same. As much as I want to throw my hot chocolate in his face, it's too damn good to waste on him. The food is pretty good too, and I am hungry. Then I imagine him choking on the breakfast sausage and have to hold back my laughter. Choking on his sausage, pity it wasn't his cock he was choking on after I cut it off! I get so into eating I almost forget that I am trying to plan an escape. Fucking Wrecker and that bimbo were distracting me.
I need to wait for the right moment. I have to get him to let his guard down. I’m sure he has been expecting me to try something, anticipating my every move as his eyes flicker to me subtly every few seconds. I pretend not to notice and dip my sausage in the maple syrup.
After a few quiet minutes pass, I ask, “How’s your sister?”
He takes a drink of his coffee before he answers me. “She’s good. Misses you. She has a little boy now. He’s three. Mean little shit.” He laughs as though he is thinking of something rotten the kid did.
“I uh…I hope she’s happy.”
I miss Keisha too. We were close. She was one of my only friends but when I decided to cut Wrecker out of my life, I had to let go of our friendship as well. I knew if we stayed friends it would be all too easy to be around her brother and be tempted to let him back in and I couldn’t chance that. We were inseparable, attached at the hip when I wasn’t with her brother, but even before that she was my greatest friend. I remember her green eyes that closely resembled her brother’s. There was no way I could see her and not think of him. Thinking of him was the last thing I wanted to do. As much as it hurt to do so I had to cut her out. I needed a fresh start, and I couldn’t do it with the constant reminders of what he did.
“She is most the time. They call her Lil Mama at the clubhouse.”
“She’s a clubgirl?” I ask, shocked. I thought Wrecker would kill any man who dared to go near his little sister. I can’t imagine her being one of those girls. I can’t believe Wrecker let that happen.
“Not exactly,” he mumbles and pauses as though there is more he wants to say.
I nod wanting to ask more but not wanting to seem too interested in what goes on with the club, because I gave up caring a long time ago what any of them do with their lives. But still, I wonder what happened to Keisha. I wonder who the father of her son is? And then Wrecker answers my unasked question and I wished he hadn’t.
“He’s your little brother.”
“What!” I spit out, nearly choking on my toast.
“Yeah, Keisha came by looking for me and fell on your old man’s dick.” He shrugs, but I can tell it bothers him. If it were any other man I am certain he would have put a bullet in their head. Wrecker cherished Keisha. Even though he’s only around six years older than her he raised her. Their mother wasn’t around much and their dad left when she was a baby.
For once, I’m speechless. Did she fuck him to get back at me for cutting her out of my life? She has always known how much I hated my father for his cheating ways, and knocking up sluts around town. How could she do this? Fuck her. She can get in line with the rest of his whores.
Wrecker finishes off his coffee and pats his stomach.
I should push thoughts of my father and Keisha aside. I need to make my move.
“I need to go to the bathroom. Why don’t you pay the bill and I’ll meet you outside?”
“I’ll wait by the door for you,” he says with a grunt.
“Look at where we are? Where in the hell am I going to go?”
“Fine, but you better not pull any bullshit,” he warns.
He gets up and lets me out of the booth, but making sure our bodies touch. God, he is such an ass. A sexy ass that I’d like to shoot.
I go to the bathroom and hide by the door, looking for an escape. That whore waitress immediately approaches Wrecker and with his attention on her I take my chance, darting into the kitchen and running straight for the back door that is marked by an exit sign overhead.
I dash to the cars that are parked in the back lot, praying one of them is unlocked and that I don’t set off any alar
ms.
Bingo. I find a S-10 truck that even has the keys in it. I grin and sneak around the front to Wrecker’s motorcycle to grab my bag.
I should have known something was wrong. I should have been paying attention to my surroundings, but I am eager to get the hell away from the man who tore my heart out and stomped on it. If I had taken my time I would have noticed that the outside pole light had been busted out. I would have heard the glass shards crunch under my boots if I wasn’t practically singing to myself with excitement about how easy it was to get away from him.
I don’t even get within five feet of Wrecker’s motorcycle before a hand clamps over my mouth. I don’t panic, I bite down with my teeth as hard as I can until I taste blood then rear my foot up into the crotch of my would-be attacker.
“Oomph. The bitch fucking bit me,” a man with a thick voice calls out as I twist from his hold.
Another guy comes at me but he’s fat and slow. I could probably take him and think about it until I see there is a third man, flashing his gold tooth at me. This leaves me two options; I can try to get to my bag and go for my gun or I can make a run for the diner, for Wrecker—the lesser of two evils. Then the minute he is occupied with my would-be attackers I can go for the truck.
I dart past the fat man and he lunges for me, falling to his knees, swearing, and trying to catch his breath. I make it to the entrance right as the third man hooks an arm around my waist. I kick out, sending my foot into the glass of the front door of the diner shattering it.
Wrecker comes charging through the shards of broken glass unaffected by the pieces that bite at his skin. He looks terrifying and sexy as hell as he storms toward us with his gun cocked.
By this time, the rest of the party has recovered and are circling around us. The big boobed waitress looks out the door and screams.
“Take care of them. No witnesses,” the man holding me barks at the guy I bit. He nods and makes his way inside. I can hear him yapping orders at the people inside, telling them to line up. He is going to execute every one of them because of me.
I can’t stop to feel guilty right now though. I gotta worry about saving my own ass.
“Let her go,” Wrecker demands, staring him down as though he is in a standoff.
Chapter 9
Wrecker
Goddamnit. Can’t she ever do as she is told. I let my guard down when she asked about Keisha. I won’t make that same mistake twice. I should have known she was playing me.
I’m gonna spank her ass and fuck her brains out after I kill these stupid fuckers. I don’t recognize any of them and that causes me grave concern. They don’t have on any colors or tattoos that indicate who they represent. Which makes me wonder if they are guns for hire because they are sloppy as fuck. I could do better than this with my hands tied behind my back while wearing a blindfold.
The minute gunshots fire off from inside the diner I make my move. I bring out my other weapon while these dumbasses are distracted by the shots and screams coming from inside.
Princess sees what’s up and stomps on the foot of the guy holding her as hard as she can, and then when he loosens his hold she ducks down to the ground and I fire. I hit the lard ass in the gut and swiftly aim at the man who had his hands on my woman. He gets nailed between the fucking eyes. No man touches what’s mine.
Harlee can deny it all she wants to but soon she will be under me, screaming my name. I will fuck her within an inch of her life for being so damn dumb. Did she really think she could pull one over on me?
My adrenaline is pumping through my veins and I am getting hard just thinking about feeling Harlee’s tight little cunt hugging my dick and milking me.
With Harlee safe I immediately go back in the diner only to find that four people are dead including the attacker. Big titty bitch is staring at me with a gun in her hands frozen in pure shock.
“Nice shot, baby doll. I gotta bounce and I was never here. You feel me?”
She nods and I squeeze her tit, while my other hand slides up her skirt, and I cup her pussy sliding a finger inside her; no panties and wet, just like I expected. I give her a quick peck on the lips after I pull my finger out of her and suck her juices off it. “Damn, you taste good. If I had more time, I’d fuck you right now, baby doll, but I gotta jet.” I grin at her as she stares at me with her mouth agape. I wink and go back out to the parking lot to get Harlee the fuck outta here. The cops will be raining down on the place soon enough. We don’t need to be here when they do.
When I get outside she is searching the pockets of the dead men. Well lard ass is breathing but he’s unconscious. I doubt he’ll live much longer.
“Any ID?”
“Nothing.” She wipes her dirty, bloodied hands down her jeans. “Not even wallets or credit cards. Only cash.”
“We should find their car and check it out.”
She nods as she glares at me.
We start across the lot when I hear sirens wailing.
“Fuck, we don’t have time. Let’s roll.”
I grab her arm.
“Get your fucking hands off me!” She attempts to hit me and I grip her harder. I know I am probably hurting her but right now isn’t the time for her shit.
“Stop being a Goddamned brat and get on the bike.”
“Fuck you.”
“Baby, all you gotta do is say the word and you know I’ll fuck you ten ways into next week.” I thrust my hips, rubbing my hard on against her belly as she struggles against me.
“I saw you in there ya know.” Fuck, once again, I’m an idiot, should have realized that she’d be watching me; I practically finger fucked that waitress.
“Aw, baby, I didn’t know you cared.” I nuzzle my face into the crook of her neck and she tries to headbutt me. I laugh and reach her a helmet.
“I don’t,” she huffs as she gets on the bike behind me. Jealousy, works every time.
She doesn’t know it but she just gave me all the hope I need. I’ll just stick to getting my dick wet in pussy out of town, so she can’t get hurt by me again. What happens on the road, stays on the road. That waitress back there was a mistake with Harlee here with me, but next time I’m through this area, I’m looking her up. I need those fucking tits suffocating my cock and for her to suck the head of me in that beautiful mouth. If Harlee won’t do it that bitch back there sure as fuck will.
Chapter 10
Harlee
When we get far enough away from the diner Wrecker pulls off on the side of the road.
“Any of those men back there familiar in any way to you?”
I shake my head. “I don’t think so.”
“Figures.” He grunts and lights up a joint.
I roll my eyes. “You really think this is a good idea right now?”
I step into him and go to grab the joint to put it out as he grabs me and covers my mouth with his. For a moment, all sense leaves me and I allow him to stick his tongue in my mouth. I fall into the girl I used to be, the one who loved this man, and I allow myself a brief moment of pleasure. My tongue brushes against his and he growls, sending shivers all the way down to my toes. His hand moves down the small of my back and cups my ass.
Maybe it’s the adrenaline from the attack but it turns me on and my panties dampen until he pulls back and says, “Goddamn, Princess, I need to lay you down in a bed.”
I shove against his chest. “Never happening.” I shake my head and he lets me go.
“You still love me.” He smirks.
“I hate your guts.”
He laughs and relights his joint, taking a hard pull.
“The only thing you hate is the fact that you’ve denied yourself the pleasure of being in my arms for far too fucking long.”
I shake my head. “You don’t get it, do you? I loved you, I loved you so fucking much but you betrayed me in the worst possible way. I don’t do cheaters, and from what you did back at the diner, you will never stop. Let me guess, you plan on going back to her next time you r
ide out this way, just to fuck her tits.” I know him all too well.
He doesn’t even look ashamed, just surprised, as if I read his mind. “I have needs, Princess. If you don’t give me what I need, I will find it elsewhere.” He shrugs and holds the joint out to me but I shake my head so he snuffs it out and shoves it in his pocket.
I snort. “And that is exactly why I won’t ever be with you again.”
He grabs me by the neck, pulling me close to him. His large hand practically wraps around the slope completely. It would be a turn on if I wasn’t so mad at him. “Stop fucking saying that. You. Are. Mine. Always. There is nothing you can do or say against it, because I will be owning you. This body. This heart of yours fucking belongs to me. The sooner you admit and give in, the happier we’ll both fucking be. God, I wanna bury myself between your thighs, fuck you so deep and hard.”
“The only way that will happen is if you rape me.” Something flashes in his eyes, and for the first time, I’m actually a little scared of him. He wouldn’t dare.
“If that’s what it takes, baby, I will. And I’ll keep doing it until you’re pregnant and my ring is on your finger. Plus, baby, it’s not really rape if you want it just as much as I do.” His other hand roams, finding its way inside my pants, cupping my pussy. “You want this, you might fight at first, but once I get in there,” his hand goes inside my panties and he shoves two fingers inside me, causing me to gasp, “you will beg me not to stop. You forget, I know how much you love to be ravished. To be taken by force as you pretend to fight me off. You fucking love it. Your cunt is greedy for it…so damn eager.” His hand squeezes my throat tighter and I practically gush all over his hand as he works me over.
His fingers pump into me, harder and faster until I can barely stand. My eyes roll back in my head as he sucks on my neck, biting me, leaving a mark. I should be mad but I can’t concentrate on anything but the pleasure his torturous fingers are bringing me as I cum like a fucking freight train. Fuck, I haven’t cum that hard in years. He always did know how to get me off and make me see stars from the intensity of my orgasm.
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