by Jordan Marie
Somehow, I doubt it. This guy is a charmer, I can just tell by the look in his eyes. He’s probably been in more pants than he will ever remember. He likes Dani. I’m wearing my cut-to-your-ass jean shorts. They look worn and frayed, but I just bought them last week. I have on a hot pink tank that reads, ‘Smooth As Tennessee Whiskey,’ Jimmy Choo stiletto heels that are too fucking tight, and silver bangles on one arm that jingle when I walk. My hair is a mess despite pulling it back, and my face has no makeup on, save for Dani’s signature red lipstick. Yeah, he likes what he sees. My heart kicks up yet again, whether it’s because the panic attack is getting closer to the point of no return, or the way the man in front of me makes my body tingle—I’m not sure. I shouldn’t like the way he is looking at me, I shouldn’t take pride in it. I find I do, and that’s just weird. What would the biker think if he knew I’d rather be home wearing a sweater and sweat pants? What would he think if I did what I really wanted to do with these fuck-me shoes and throw them in the garbage?
He puts his hand on my shoulders to steady me, which wasn’t needed. I might be tall, and these shoes might be dangerous and very conducive to falling, but I’m not going to. Shit, I dance in shoes higher than this. The only thing surprising me at this moment is how tall the man is. He’s taller than me—even in my heels.
His touch sends heat through me and immediately my body coils in fear. I stiffen my back to hide that reaction and do what I trained myself to do when I created Dani, show no fear and be a badass.
“You going to let me go so I can get in the store stud, or stand there and eye-fuck me all day?” I ask, full of attitude. I want to cringe, but I ignore the impulse, Dani wouldn’t give a fuck, and this is who I am now. So, I disregard everything, including the sweat trickling down my back and the wave of nausea in my stomach.
“Sorry, Darlin’, didn’t mean to mow you down,” he says. That country boy accent and good ole’ southern boy charm oozes off of him.
I like it. I like it too much. I shake my head, more at myself than at Biker-Cowboy. Then, I move around him. He lets me go, and I’m through the door and scanning for the restroom area when his voice stops me again. “What’s your name, sweetheart?”
For a minute, I don’t turn around, instead, I close my eyes and try to still the thoughts spinning in my head. I’ve got to get away. I look over my shoulder, but even as I do, I’m aware that part of my mask has slipped. I’m too close to the edge.
“Today, I’m not even sure,” I reply, hating how sad my answer comes out. I push through the store, ignoring the small crowd of people and hunt out the restroom.
Thankfully, it’s one of those single restrooms and completely empty. I lock the door and lean against it for a minute. I need to catch my breath. I count quietly and get to fifty before my pulse begins to slow. I reach in the pocket of my jeans and pull out a small pill case. I cup water out of the sink, using it to wash down the pill.
I’m not sure how long I’m in there, but it’s nowhere near as long as I want it to be. I force myself to come out of hiding and get the items that Nicole asked for. When I make it back outside, Nic is talking to one of the bikers. He is definitely delicious eye candy, and very busy looking at my girl. He’s staring at her like she’s an all-night taco bar, and he’s the stoner who smoked blunt after blunt and has a serious case of the munchies. Normally, I’d be all for Nic letting her hair down, but this guy screams danger—even more so because he’s starting to look like he’s going to strip and bang her right here in broad daylight against the gas pumps. Time for Dani to move in, divert, make them laugh and get us the hell out of dodge.
“Damn, Nic! When I said that I wanted chocolate, you didn’t have to go all out, bitch,” I say it loud and my body instantly wants to crawl away and hide as eyes shift to me. I hate it, but I stay the course. “Hello there, Tall Dark and Do-me-all-over.” The biker pulls his eyes briefly away from Nic and looks me over, but I see the lack of heat when he looks at me. He really is wound up over my girl. I like that. If he didn’t have this look that said, I-kill-people-eat-them-for-dinner-and-spit-out-their-bones, I’d even encourage Nic. Trouble is, he has that look.
“Dani meet Stud, Stud meet Dani. I popped his cherry while you were in the store,” Nic says walking around to the driver’s side of the car.
The guy I should no longer be thinking about and his crew have been watching it all and laugh loudly. I look over towards them, and he isn’t joining in the laughter. He is watching me…closely. For a brief space in time, our eyes lock. Everyone and everything fades away. I could get lost in the way he’s looking at me even from across a damned parking lot. This cannot happen. I laugh, open the car door, trying to be careful not to hit Nic’s boy toy, and get in. He closes my door, but his eyes are zeroed in on Nic. Shit, I can almost feel the heat coming off of him, he is seriously in lust over Nic. I spare a glance at her. As usual, Nic doesn’t see it—she’s oblivious. Her parents have worked her over so much she doesn’t think any man would want her.
The man and Nicole banter back and forth as he leans on my car door. I don’t pay any attention. In my head, I’m still counting backwards. I try to concentrate on the sunshine, the color of my fingernail polish, anything but the panic I can still feel inside. It’s better and subsiding. Still, I wish we could just get out of here.
I feel sparks of awareness flash over my body and look across the parking lot. Cowboy-biker now has his shades on, so I can’t really see if his eyes are still on me, but he’s staring straight at me, and my mouth goes dry. I am at war with myself. I want his attention, but at the same time I don’t. He screams danger. He chooses that moment to smile. It’s a good smile. It’s a sexy smile. I hate it. I shake it off and turn back to Nicole.
I’ve apparently missed their whole conversation, because by the time I snap out of the trance the cowboy put me in, the other guy is tapping the hood and walking away.
“Be seeing you soon,” he calls, but Nic drowns him out by cranking our music back up.
The music tenses me up again. I can’t handle it right now…I need to give the pills more time to work their magic. I have it down to a science—relaxation in t-minus ten minutes.
“Who the hell was that?” I ask Nic when we get on the road, turning the music back down.
“I have no idea. Thought he was sexy, but he seemed to be getting his jollies off messing with me while his buddies laughed.”
I don’t say anything, because I didn’t see it that way at all, but she’d be better off if she stayed away from him.
2
Crusher
It’s been a hell of a day. There are no other words for it. We’ve been traveling non-stop back from Alabama, after checking on a shipment that was fucked up. We hadn’t got control over it when it was stolen, but the fact that it was reported and intercepted at all, reflects badly on our club. It is unacceptable and Dragon is fit to be tied. I don’t blame him. Hell, as his VP, a lot of the blame is on my shoulders as well. I’m pretty fucking sure we have a narc somewhere in our group, whether from a hanger-on, prospect, or fuck, even a member, I don’t know. Something is going to have to be done and done soon though. That much is clear. The only bright spot of my day so far, is seeing that fuck-me brunette with killer legs, a flawless face, and dark haunted eyes that call to me. I can tell they are haunted, and they remind me of a girl from long ago…a girl I can’t ever let go of. All of that combined with those damn shoes she had on, makes me want to slam her against a wall, and fuck her hard enough that I can feel those damn heels dig into my ass with every thrust.
She has a body made for sin, and I have the raging cock stand to prove it. Fuck. It’s been a good ten minutes since she shot my ass down, and I’m still hard. I tried to watch as Dragon hit on the brunette’s friend and it was probably an enjoyable show, but I couldn’t tell you. I was too busy looking at the hot little piece of ass who’s making my dick ache.
Apparently, the blonde had the same effect on my brother, becaus
e instead of heading straight home to the club, we’re following the two women to a house the club rents. We pull in the driveway behind them. Shit! The place looks bad. Irish is in charge of renting it and having it looked after. Apparently, he dropped the ball. I can tell by the look on Dragon’s face he’s not happy. It’s probably a good thing Irish is working at the club and didn’t go with us to Alabama. There’s enough tension between those two lately.
“Nice place, Twinkie,” I hear Dragon say and watch as he climbs off his bike and makes his way to the women. I follow suite, a little behind him. I notice Gunner and Freak do the same.
My attention goes to the brunette, who doesn’t bother to hide her laughter at the way my brother and her girl are going at it. She’s got on designer sunglasses and her nails are perfectly done. She’s high maintenance and probably a bitch. She’s everything I should stay away from, but I keep remembering her words to me at the gas station when I asked her name. Today, I’m not even sure. In that moment, she looked so haunted…so sad. She reminded me of Melly, and it hurt. It hurt like a motherfucker. I drag my attention away from the babe’s lips and listen to the blonde yell when Dragon picks her up.
“Wait! What on earth are you doing?”
“Mama, those things on your feet are cute as hell, but they aren’t going to protect you from snakes.”
It’s an enjoyable exchange until I hear other laughter, deeper laughter. The brunette’s voice is deeper and huskier. It reminds me of an old country song and an aged glass of bourbon. Something that burns going down, but settles in your gut and warms you. I watch as she climbs on Freak’s back and he hauls her to the porch of the rental.
I don’t get jealous. Fuck, I have never been jealous a day in my life. Yet, in that moment, when I see Freak’s tattooed fingers wrap around the brunette’s tanned, silky-smooth, legs, I feel it. I feel it deep, and I want to deck my brother for touching her. I shake my head because that’s stupid. I don’t know the bitch and she sure didn’t warm up to me like she seems to have with Freak. I need to forget her. Maybe Dragon will strike out with the blonde, and I can bury myself in her. Fire…I need someone with fire. I stomp back to my bike, mad at the little brunette with the fucking sexy legs. I have a feeling her fire might burn me for a long damn time.
Back at the club, I’m on edge. I had a shower and grabbed some chow, but I have this restless energy. The memories of Mel are threatening to come out to play, and I can’t handle that shit. I enter the main room looking for two things, a bottle and pussy. Maybe I can get drunk and fuck myself into oblivion.
The Twinkies are out playing, but none of them grab a hold of my cock like the brunette did. Junior just lays there. I see Dragon at the bar and decide to join him instead. I know what’s on his mind, so I decide to add a little fuel to the fire. I’m a bastard most days, what can I say?
“She’s a hot little piece,” I say. A prospect puts a glass down in front of me, and I grab Dragon’s bottle pouring myself a drink.
He doesn’t respond, unless you count grunting at me.
“You gonna push it?”
“Fuck if I know,” Dragon answers, and it’s almost enough to make me stop. He’s apparently more than mildly interested in the blonde. I should back away and let it go, because honestly my interest is not there. Then I look around the club and realize it’s not there for the free pussy either. Fire. I need fire—something to keep the memories at bay. I don’t know why the memories are so bad lately, but I need them to stop.
“Let me know if you don’t,” I tell him, only half meaning it. He gives me a look that would make a lesser man quake. “Hey, she’s damned fine.”
“She’s got trouble written all over her,” Dragon replies.
“Yeah, but what a trip. Some things are worth the trouble man,” I answer, but it’s an image of the brunette that flashes in my mind.
We talk for a few more minutes when I notice Tash walking towards us. She’s trouble. She has her sights set on Dragon and becoming his main bitch. I don’t see it happening. I hope like fuck it doesn’t happen. She’s weak, and I don’t trust her. She could spell nothing but trouble for my brother.
“Hey Dragon, you looking for some company?”
“Nah, Tash, why don’t you see to my brother here. I got things on my mind, girl,” Dragon replies.
I cock my eyebrow up and laugh before I can stop myself. I know Dragon’s game. If he thinks a cold piece of snatch like Tash will derail me, he’s a stupid mother-fucker. Tash walks over to me and slams her lips down on mine. Her tongue pushes in my mouth like a cobra getting ready to devour a baby rabbit. Her breath is thick with smoke and alcohol and it feels wrong. Still, I take her kiss and move my hand under the barely there mini dress she’s wearing. The skin on her naked ass feels leathery in places. She keeps her ass in the tanning bed too much. The club keeps one for the girls to use, but if this is what it does, Dragon should take that shit out.
I stand up and slap my brother on his shoulder.
“She starts work next week at the club man, let me know before then or she’s free game.”
Dragon growls again. I’m pretty sure I’m not going to get my shot at the blonde. It’s just as well, I’m not positive I want it anyway. I motion at one of the new girls, who isn’t quite a Twinkie yet. She’s more of a hanger-on. She doesn’t really appeal to me, except for two things. One, she’s a brunette with long hair that waves and curls on the edges. Two, she has big, doe eyes. It’s no coincidence that I’m picking her because she reminds me of the girl from the gas station, but I don’t really care. There’s also the added bonus that by using her and Tash, I might be able to get through the night without memories of Mel.
She slides up beside me, and I ignore Tash’s grunt of disapproval. Bitch is fronting. She fucking loves to eat pussy, and I’d much rather she do that shit instead of kissing me again.
“Want some company, Bro?” Freak asks, as we round the corner to the hall which leads to the private rooms. We tag team sometimes, so it’s cool, but his ass is sticking his dick in Tash, I don’t want to go there tonight—most nights really.
We make it into my room, and I immediately grab the brunette by the hair and pull her to me. Tash takes the hint, goes to Freak, and begins undressing him.
“Bambi…” I mumble, giving her a nickname, as she pulls my shirt up over my chest. I help her take it the rest of the way off, and she looks up at me with a grin.
“I like that,” she answers, and her voice is wrong, so I decide to give her something to do with that mouth of hers instead.
“I feel like making sure these girls ride the train tonight brother, what about you?”
“Fuck yeah,” Freak answers, already naked.
He goes to the opposite end of the bed as me and yanks out a box of condoms from my nightstand drawer. He tosses them over to me, but I don’t bother with them, I won’t need them right now.
“Get up on the bed, Tash and lay that ass down and get ready,” I order. My voice has the hard edge it always gets during sex. I like control. I like to fuck and I like it a lot.
Tash strips, lies on the bed, opens her legs, and bends them at the knee, watching Freak. She knows the drill. Fuck, she should. There’s not a brother here that hasn’t had her this way. She’s good at it. It’s one of the reasons we’ve let her stay even if she is annoying as fuck. Freak grabs her legs and pulls her so her ass is closer to the edge of the bed. Bambi is watching with interest. Why do I get the feeling this little club girl might be new to multiple partners? Oh, this could be fun.
I pull her to me, so her back is against my stomach and she watches as Freak slides his dick into Tash. Freak is not small, not by any means and the latex is tight. I look to the side of Bambi’s face and smile as she watches my boy start fucking Tash. I yank Bambi’s shirt over her head and throw it to the ground, enjoying the way her bare skin feels against mine. She’s soft and warm…so warm, but I’m about to make her hot.
I lean down and whisper
in her ear, “You like watching how eager Tash is for Freak’s dick?” I ask the useless question. I already know, because her nipples are so fucking hard they could cut glass. My fingers move down to her center. She’s trimmed, but her muff is covered by dark curls, and I like the way my fingers disappear as they sink into her. I don’t bother testing, I thrust two fingers in and immediately, Bambi gasps in pleasure. My fingers push in and out in a rhythm perfectly matched with Freak’s thrusts.
“Tash is a greedy little whore. I wonder, Bambi? Are you too?” I ask, twisting one of her nipples hard, as I continue finger-fucking her. Bambi doesn’t talk, but her breathing is erratic and loud. “I know something about Tash, I don’t think you do yet, Bambi…”
“What’s that?” she gasps, clenching and riding my fingers.
“She loves to eat pussy. Now get up on the bed and straddle her face and let her eat your juicy little cunt,” I order, slapping her hard on the ass. She starts to turn towards Freak and at last minute I direct her so she’s facing me. I pull her up so I can watch as Tash’s tongue flicks into the lips of her pussy. It’s fucking hot watching Bambi getting tongue fucked. Tash grabs her by the hips and pulls her down on her face. “That’s it baby, ride her face, make yourself come,” I encourage, as Bambi starts grinding hard and wild against Tash’s face. Fuck, I doubt the bitch can breathe underneath her. I look up when I hear Freak groaning, and we grin at each other. Fuck yeah, we’re both going to have fun with little Bambi. I push Bambi’s shoulders until she gets on all fours and her mouth is even with my cock. I grab the hair on her head in my hand and grin down at her. “Open wide baby, because I’m going to fuck that pretty face, hard.”
She does as she’s told, and her groan falls against my aching cock as I stretch her mouth. Her big brown eyes look at me, and I watch as her lips slowly slide down my dick. I find myself wishing her lips were dark red…