“Seriously?” I crossed my arms, squinting.
“Seriously,” Bones purred, satisfied with himself already.
“Up front?”
“Yeah.” Bones backed off and pulled out a wad of cash, counting it.
“Okay,” I said slowly. I couldn’t believe this was happening. “On one condition.”
“I’m all ears, love.”
“I’m putting the money inside before I leave with you.”
Bones handed me the money as I studied his vest. I went inside and grabbed a piece of paper. I wrote down everything I’d seen and a quick description of the two men. I had to stop myself from writing Asphalt Gods MC, but looks more like a fucking sex god. I scribbled V. President, Shreveport LA and every other symbol and number I’d seen, not knowing what any of it meant. I wrapped my note around the money and locked it away in Riley’s locker, my locker for the next few months I’d agreed to work in her place, so she could go on leave. My friend was way too pregnant to be stripping. If something happened to me, someone would find them. Not that I got that vibe, but you couldn’t be too careful around here.
The one hundred dollar bill fell out of my locker when I shut it. I tucked it in my bra, thinking I might need it for a cab later.
Rob, the owner and my boss met me outside the dressing room. “Everything alright out there?”
“Yeah,” I lied. After all, I’d taken their money. The girls who did extras here gave Rob a cut. He wasn’t getting a dime of this. If I made it through the night, I wouldn’t have to strip tomorrow. One night of being fucked by two hot guys was better than months of stripping and still possibly whoring myself out to make the five thousand bucks I needed by December.
“What do the Gods want from you?”
I dug in my bra and gave the one hundred to Rob. “A blow job’s all.”
“We’ve all got to start somewhere.” Rob produced his own handful of bills and counted me out seventy dollars.
“Thirty percent?”
“Don’t knock it. You won’t find a better rate in Texas. Hey, you get done out there and come in and take care of me you can have the thirty back.” His voice was slick as oil.
“Sorry, they’re giving me a ride home for the discount.” I left, thinking I’d much rather take two men at once, once in my life than deal with Rob pretending to be my pimp daddy.
Bones
Suzi trembled and closed her eyes as I ran a finger down the curve of her breasts. We’d had her strip for us, learning she’d planned to for the first time the next night. She was so hot and going to take to two dicks like a duck to water. Her curly caramel hair went great with two big green eyes over a perky nose. Petite, she had a slim toned physic that made her c cup breasts and chunky butt seem even curvier. Just perfect, I thought as she moved her body much like the strippers had on stage, although less confidently. The difference, she knew she was about to get fucked. The anticipation showed in her eyes, a sweet mix of longing and nerves. Cowboy and I stripped off our clothes to reveal our muscular frames as she danced. The difference between Cowboy and I was, I was man sized, my muscles coming from a life of hard work on my father’s farm, where he was a boy who’d pumped iron.
Suzy was all softness. Her mouth was soft wrapped around my long, thick rod as Cowboy went to the bathroom, probably to get some lotion to use as lube. She’d never be able to take what I did to most women’s throats. Wrapping her hand around the rest of my dick, she pumped as she sucked. I reached around to feel the soft caramel hair that lined her snatch, soft like she’d never shaved it before. Working a finger around, I found her wetter and wetter as she squirmed.
She gasped when I touched her little honey trap with my tongue. I breathed her in because, well, I loved pussy. She’d sucked me off, and now I was pleasuring her while Cowboy got his dick milked. Suzi was dripping wet, her pussy clenching around my tongue inside her. I quit licking and got to my knees to fingerfuck her sweet hole as I watched her take Cowboys dick in her mouth.
As she sucked Cowboy’s prick, her ass was shoving against me until her pink pucker was kissing my cock. All while my fingers moved inside her, stroking her walls. Oh, she wanted it. Gently, I humped my rod through her soft ass cheeks. I pulled my fingers out of her pussy, licked one and glided it into her asshole. Cowboy wasn’t quite as hung as me so it was a good thing he was taking the back, but damn I wanted her to myself all of the sudden.
“Oh,” she gasped, moving away from me and Cowboy’s cock.
“Fucking, tease,” I said but in a dreamy voice.
“Hey, that’s mine.” Cowboy switched positions, ready to go since he hadn’t come down her throat like I had.
We moved Suzi until she was straddling my waist and lying on my chest, her breasts smashed against me. That wouldn’t do, so I lifted her a little to cup them, tweaking her hardened nipples. “Are you ready for this?” I asked her. My cock was hard again, thinking about gliding into her wet pussy, tighter with Cowboy inside of her too.
“You’re not both going to be inside me at once, are you?”
I thought of us both stretching the same slick walls, but I didn’t want to touch Cowboy’s dick. “He’s going in back, and I’m right here.” Taking the base, I positioned my dick to enter her.
“I didn’t agree to this.”
“What do you think fuck us both at once meant?” Cowboy asked from behind her, cozying up to her asshole.
She squirmed on top of me, making me want to hold her down and slam her pussy with or without Cowboy.
Looking into her anxious eyes, I asked, “You’ve done anal before?”
“A few times. An ex-boyfriend.”
Fuck, I wanted to change positions but a deals a deal. “You backing out?” I asked, pinching her nipples and thrusting toward her.
She breathed, enjoying it, “No, I need the money.” Her eyes looked more worried, her thoughts far away.
But her warm, wet pussy was waiting. I entered her, little by little until I’d plugged her but still hanging out a bit as I usually did. Sliding my hands down to her tiny waist, I steadied her for Cowboy. Watching her bite her lip as Cowboy came in from behind, I felt him too. His movements were enough, tightening Suzi even more around my shaft, the friction amazing. Suzi’s eyes were watering, blinking before me. I thought if I were to move I’d break her in two. Damn, she was taking an asspounding. Cowboy had gone crazy on her just like he had the Mutherfukers but up her ass. I would have been a lot gentler. As much as I didn’t know if she liked it or not, I knew my cock was enjoying it. Surprising me, soon Suzi was getting off, regardless. I took the opportunity to move a little, slow and purposeful until I got off too.
Wrapping my arms around her, I was still inside her when Cowboy hauled out and went straight to the bathroom. She was crying, but trying to be quiet about it. I kissed her forehead, feeling like a turd in a punchbowl. Suzi moved to get up and off me, but I stopped her. “Just lay here.” Her head flopped against my chest as her tears fell. I put the sheet over us. “Shh, it’s going to be alright.”
Cowboy must have went to his room because I didn’t see him again before Suzi and I fell asleep. She was long gone come morning.
Chapter 9
Emery
We’d slept too long. When I woke, it was like I’d come out of a suffocating fog. I smiled as the warm glow of the sun came through the window and kissed my face. I was a damned fool, I knew, tangled in the arms of an outlaw, a killer. I’d had good days like this before that faded too quickly, so I savored the feeling of happiness. His big tattooed arms around me tight, I felt safe and maybe even loved. His scruff rubbing against my skin, he nuzzled me. Scar was up, in more ways than one, ready to try and convince me again. Could I really run away with him? After another round of extraordinary sex, we got ready to ride. We had to take a shower, and treat my tattoo. While Scar carefully rubbed the ointment on, I smiled at the sight of it in the mirror. He bandaged it back up.
“Does everyone’s woman get a t
attoo like this?”
He grimaced a little before answering, “Oh, yeah.”
The boys wanted to stop and talk about their plan, so we ate lunch. I learned all was well as long as a girl named Anarchy still had a thing for Cowboy. She was obviously their intel. She’d told Cowboy when Polecat left for Horizon City, where the EL Paso chapter of the Gods housed their club. That was where we were supposed to be later today. The boys thought they knew the route he’d take, after some heated debate about the best way to get from Tucson to Horizon City. Scar’s plan involved catching a man named Polecat before he caught them and took them to the mother chapter of the Asphalt Gods in Tucson. The Coyote Ghosts would be circling the Gods in Horizon City, not doing anything wrong but distracting them all the same.
Leaving the diner under the brilliant afternoon sun, we rode around El Paso, hoping to run into the man who was supposed to make sure Scar never made it to California. Eventually, we stopped at a truck stop, to rest or whatever they needed to do. I went straight to the ladies room not sure when we’d be stopping again. The sun was setting as I walked out of the bathroom, shaking my hands because there were no towels. Scar was waiting on me. He put his arms around me while we waited for the boys. “Look at that sunset.” When I looked up, it was the most beautiful sky I’d ever seen. “I told you we needed some clouds,” the big tough guy explained, kissing the tip of my nose.
Royal purple clouds lined in scarlet gave way to dazzling golds, hanging in a deep blue sky. Mountains peaked in the distance while silhouettes of Cacti dotted the horizon. I’d not been this far west since I was a child, so I was mesmerized for a while by the natural beauty.
Another visual treat was in front of me. Scar stared in my eyes. “You still haven’t said you’ll come with Halley and me when this is over. I don’t expect you to love a killer like me. Not yet. But I’d like the chance to be a good man to you.”
“Just like this sunset, I wouldn’t change a thing about you,” I said with a smile. I never thought the clouds in my life would turn into something as beautiful as this sunset, but I felt more than hopeful for the first time in a long time.
Scar
Emery smiled a real smile, and for the first time since I’d met her, I didn’t see the pain. I’d only known her a week but her feelings ruled me. Her smile cut me deep. I didn’t want her to ever stop smiling.
How can one week change your whole goddamn life? Last week, I was nothing but a killer, a loner. Even with my plans to save Halley, I was a heartless man. Now, I never want to kill again. I’d given up on my club as well, and now my brothers have risked their hides for me more than once.
Emery hadn’t answered me about leaving, going away. Just as I was sure I wanted to, I didn’t want to leave my brothers high and dry either. I at least had to make sure Bones and Cowboy were okay before I disappeared. Not to mention, I had to somehow kill Serpentine and get my sister. The basic idea was to lure him with the promise of the money. We were to meet alone to make the trade. He’d hand me Halley, and I’d hand him the money. But I wouldn’t have money, I’d have a pistol and fourteen years worth of hatred. Bones and Cowboy would be my back up, hiding outside. However, I was meeting Serpentine in the fucking snake pit, his turf. Anything, hell, everything could go wrong. I didn’t trust Serpentine as far as I could spit, but I’d cross that bridge when I came to it.
Cowboy was on the phone with Anarchy, seeing if she’d heard anything about Polecat. She hadn’t heard anything except he hadn’t made it to the El Paso chapter’s house yet. Deciding we needed to circle Horizon City ourselves, so we didn’t miss him, we mounted our bikes in the dark now. On the well-lit highway, about ten miles away, I saw the four Coyote Ghosts speeding the opposite direction as us. Behind them came Polecat and Meat in the lead, practically all of El Paso’s Gods behind them with a fucking crash truck.
We were done for and as much as I wanted to get to California, I didn’t want them to catch up with the Coyote Ghosts either. Stopping on the side of the road, I told Cowboy and Bones we needed to play this off like they were bringing me in. I didn’t want them to suffer for helping me. For once, I admitted to myself that my brother’s go to lines, teasing me about the General being my daddy had been right, the General wouldn’t kill me. I didn’t want him to kill my brothers either.
“Fuck that,” Bones said. “It’s night and we can lose them. I say we ride on to California right now.”
“The General will have everyone after us. We’ll never make it,” I admitted.
Cowboy suggested, “We could always split up, let them take you and meet up with you in Arizona. Leave from there.”
If I’m alive, I thought but didn’t say it. We didn’t have any more time to debate. Polecat and Meat were coming our way. The brute of a man dismounted his hog. Polecat stunk, I mean like from a distance and like pure shit, hence the name. I put my arms around Emery’s waist and lit a cigarette. Looking at Polecat’s expression, I thought it really might be my last.
Meat stayed put. Twice the size of Polecat, who was bigger than me, he was the General’s Enforcer. The machine guns strapped to his back tempered my reaction too. It looked like the rest of them were still after the Coyote Ghosts, but the black van with even darker windows was coming for us.
“Couldn’t wait until we made it to the clubhouse?” Bones tried just as Anarchy stepped out of the van, her flaming red hair whipping in the wind. Fuck, we’d been double-crossed. I gave Cowboy a sneer, remembering he’d said it was a long shot but talked to her anyhow.
Polecat shot Bones in the leg point blank, making him crumble to his knee. “I wanted to kill you but the General wants you all alive. I’ll have my fun later. Get in the van.”
Meat had us covered with two fully automatic Uzis, so we all piled in the back of the van, leaving our bikes behind. Anarchy took the time to knock them over. Fuck! Not only had I been caught, I’d lost my ride. Even worse, her sister Freedom was in the passenger seat, her matching dyed hair in high ponytail. Polecat and Meat lead the way on their motorcycles and Anarchy drove. Freedom threatened us with her own M60 mounted in the van. She took the time to give me a scoff, telling me she was still pissed and noticed I had a woman with me. Hell, I didn’t need that kind of drama too. I’d made no promises to Freedom, and she done married another man now.
Emery’s head was on my chest, her arms wrapped around my waist. Cowboy looked like he wanted to kill a bitch, the one driving. I hoped my expression told him to hold the fuck up. If Freedom was good at anything, it was shooting, and you didn’t have to be good when you welded the weapon she had on us. Bones clenched his jaw tight, gripping the bench as he fought the pain, his leg bleeding all over the place. I placed a kiss on Emery’s forehead while Freedom stared a hole through her. I wouldn’t let anything happen to her. Racking my brain for some way to bargain with the General, I knew if he killed me tonight, she’d be on her way back to Manul, and the General would be one hundred grand richer. I had to find another way out. Even though Cowboy had messed up by trusting Anarchy, the bitch loved him. I didn’t think she’d let him die tonight. Being the General’s daughter, she had a big in with him. Bones, I didn’t know who in Arizona had anything for him, so I hoped Skitter would vouch for his worth, at least his net worth.
We made it to Tucson before sunrise. Emery was taken from my arms, and I was hooded—there was nothing I could do about it unless I wanted Freedom to shoot cheese holes through us all. Knowing the place so well, I could tell they were walking us to the barn, where our killing went down. Placed on my knees, my hands were cuffed. I heard, and counted two other cuffs clicking. Where was Emery?
Chapter 10
Emery
The men who’d caught us put a hood over Scar’s head and took him away. I was taken by the women to the clubhouse. “Jessy Bell will take care of you,” one of the unnatural red heads told me, shoving me forward. Her hair was pulled into such a tight ponytail, her eyes were squinting.
“What’s going to
happen to Scar?”
She leered, “Nothing ‘til morning and nothing he won’t survive. But you, you’re going to work tonight. Rest up.”
I didn’t know what she meant, but figured I’d be doing up the dishes and such until Jessy Bell took me aside, telling me I’d be whoring.
“No, I don’t think so.”
The red head laughed at us, looking too pleased.
We were locked into Jessy Bell’s bedroom while the red heads guarded the door. I looked out the window wondering where they took Scar. We were on the second floor as the clubhouses seemed to all be the same. There was no way to escape. The mama searched through her closet, sliding hangers and threw me some sexy pajamas. “You’re not getting in my bed in your leathers.”
I stared at the pink frilly outfit at my feet. “I’ll just sleep on the floor, thanks.”
“Nonsense. You need to rest up. Tomorrow’s Friday. Everyone will be here.”
“I’m not having sex with anyone. I’m Scar’s.” I showed her my property patch, painfully taking off the bandage.
“Well, aren’t you special,” she sneered, and then chuckled to herself. “Guess you don’t know shit. Scar’s being punished, and you’re part of that. I’m sorry. Just hope it’s only for one night.”
“What’s going to happen to him?”
“I don’t know, but they won’t kill him. That bitch guarding the door, Freedom, won’t let her daddy kill him. And believe me, she has the General wrapped around her middle finger.”
“Why won’t she let the General kill him?”
“You don’t know?” She looked like she was dying to tell me.
I shook my head, no, not sure if I wanted to know.
“He was supposed to marry that cunt, Freedom, but something happened. None of us knows what. He probably caught on to the fact she’s a bat shit crazy bitch. He went Nomad and in a fit of rage Freedom married Hannibal right after he took Scar’s place as VP.”
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