Benji has made himself scarce, hiding out in Kyle’s room. He's only appeared for meals and as far as I can tell he hasn't been high again. Citing family problems he has been excused from training for a week which has saved the MC from trying to organize protection for him outside of the compound.
Wendy, Kyle and Timber are the only people who know that Benji got high and that's why his face is busted up. Dad has been too busy to notice. He’s either been at the hospital with Joel or in the Chapel with his officers plotting revenge against the Mavericks of Mayhem.
Since I'm just a woman, I am not privy to any details but the impression I get is that no one understands why the Mavericks are willing to throw away a four year old truce to work for Brendan.
It doesn't make sense because anyone with half a functioning brain would have realized that kidnapping and attacking the daughter of the Black Shamrocks President who is also the VP’s Old Lady is going to end in war. On the off chance that didn't cause a war, torturing and potentially disabling the President’s son was guaranteed to succeed. What they were hoping to achieve by starting a war isn't clear yet as the Club’s weed growing and transport operations are still running smoothly as are the legitimate businesses.
“So I hear Mad Dog finally kicked your snobby arse to the curb? Apparently he's looking for a real woman now. He's sick of playing house with a little girl.” A high pitched, fake baby voice interrupts my reverie.
Turning to face the source of the annoying voice, I roll my eyes. I can't deal with this bitch today.
“Keep dreaming. Anyhow, why would you care? He values his dick too much to stick it in your diseased snatch even if we had broken up.”
"I don't have any diseases, you bitch!” Sherri’s eyes glisten with overt malice and annoyance that she didn't manage to upset me with her snide comments.
Her overly made up face makes her look like she fell into a box of crayons and they attacked. With her bouffant bleach blonde hair, painted face and fake boobs that are always hanging out of clothes two sizes too small, she looks like a stereotypical biker whore. I can't stand her.
I get on with all of the other Old Ladies but Sherri and I never clicked when she arrived at the Club with Shadow a few years ago. Shadow transferred to our chapter after his smaller club was patched over by the Shamrocks. I don’t really like him anymore than I like Sherri but he seems to have the respect of his brothers so I don’t make my misgivings known, except to Mik. Shadow might have respect but Sherri sure doesn't.
The Black Shamrocks are a typical MC when it comes to having a plethora of club whores hanging around. I've grown up around it- the worst of the debauchery is kept to the nights when Old Ladies aren't welcome- so it's never really bothered me. Although I never understood how a woman could have so little respect for herself that she offers her body like a commodity to anyone who asks.
Dad would never tolerate his brothers getting rough with a woman who didn't want it so unlike some clubs, the women who hang around the Shamrocks have a say in who they are with and they are treated with a little respect. Most of the whores are here to see if they can become an Old Lady. It rarely works because none of the men are keen to claim a woman that most of their brothers have been with.
I didn’t really have anything to do with the whores but Sherri is a special case. She is Shadow’s Old Lady but he doesn't care if she shares her body with his brothers. If anything he appears to encourage it. Sharing your Old Lady isn't the done thing in our Club so she didn't fit in with the other Old Ladies and she thinks she’s too good for the whores. The single men take her up on her offer as do some of the brother's with Old Ladies. It disgusts me but I don't have a say in what anyone except my Old Man does and he knows that stepping outside our relationship is a deal breaker.
Naturally, Sherri took an instant liking to Mik and propositions him frequently. He’s handled it so I haven't needed to kick her arse yet. It’s been a close call lately because she’s becoming pretty blatant.
“Sure you don't.” I drawl sarcastically. “That burning, itching sensation is perfectly normal.”
The kitchen fills with laughter, when the other Old Lady’s assisting with the preparation of lunch for the masses, laugh at my comeback.
“Don't know what you bitches are laughing for. I've had most of your men since your uptight asses can't keep them happy.”
She stares at one of the younger Old Ladies, a sweet nurse who is studying to work in intensive care and is patched to one of the Club’s enforcers. Lacey's Old Man, Connor, is a frequent partner of Sherri’s as he is close friends with Shadow. Lacey became an Old Lady maybe a year before me. I know her well—she would be the Old Lady I'm the closest with—so I want to kick his cheating arse every time I see him disappear into a room with her. He has a beautiful gem at home but chooses to slum it.
Lacey’s face reddens as Sherri drives her barb home with her blatant look, tears welling in her eyes. She has an inkling about what Connor gets up to when she’s studying or volunteering at the local Senior Citizens Centre. I would love to tell her outright, instead of simply hinting but I'd catch hell if I was caught since ‘what happens in the Club, stays in the Club’.
“You might wanna fuck off out of here before one of us hands you your bony ass.” I sneer at her.
She blanches at the rage on my face, it’s unusual for me to buy into her drama, and turns on her stupid, spiky heels to leave. Not without a parting shot though. Stupid cow is just asking for me to work out some of my stress on her face.
“Don't worry, Maddi, you’ll be able to start a support group with your fellow frigid snobs soon. Mad Dog’s gonna fuck me long and hard. Big strong man like him has needs a little girl like you can't meet.”
I move to go after her but Wendy places a gentle hand on my arm.
“Don't give her the satisfaction. We all know Mikhail would never go there.”
I hope she’s right because if our current argument ends in a permanent breakup, I will have a hard time stomaching Mik with other women. If he’s stupid enough to mess around with Sherri in front of me, I won’t be held responsible for my actions.
Heeding Wendy’s advice, I give Lacey a hug, trying to ease some of her pain. Shaking off all thoughts of Mik and other women, I concentrate on organizing food for the people still stuck here on lockdown. After six days, everyone is stir crazy but Dad refuses to let any of us go home until he determines the Maverick’s motivation.
As I’m carving roast meat, something Sherri said sinks me.
“Why the hell does that skank think Mik and I are broken up?” Turning to Wendy, my heart begins racing in fear as I continue, “I mean I don't think we’re broken up. We're fighting but neither of us has called it quits yet. Is he telling people that we’re over?”
My voice rises embarrassingly as I begin to work myself up over this.
“Sweetheart, calm down.”
I ignore her, my mind running in fifty different directions. I assumed that we would at least fight for each other and although I instigated the end of our engagement, I definitely hadn't ended our relationship. We’d reconnected in the workshop before Benji stumbled in—ruining the moment—but I had still assumed we were on the road to recovery until he wouldn't speak to me the next day.
“He would tell me if we were over wouldn't he?”
"Madelaine, he hasn't said a word to anyone about your relationship. He's been like a bear with a sore head since the fight. Anytime anyone has asked him what's going on between you two, he’s told them it's none of their business.”
The edge of her mouth quirks as she describes Mik’s reaction. I know he wouldn't have said it in such polite terms and my mouth lifts into a small smile. “That awful woman is just trying to push your buttons. Anyone with eyes can see the tension between you both. She’s just bluffing.”
"I don't know. He wasn't exactly selective before me, why would he be after me. She would have been exactly his type before.”
Lacey speaks
up, interrupting my fit of self-pity. “He was a manwhore a long time ago. He stopped that shit even before you two got together. He's not the sort to get with someone like her anymore. You two will be okay, every couple has arguments sometimes, Maddi. You're really lucky that you're only just having your first big one after four years.”
The other women all nod in agreement, rallying around to give me a hug.
Conversation halts when a couple of kids enter the kitchen looking for a snack. Shooing them off because preparation is finished, each woman grabs a dish and heads for the rec room. The men have setup long trellis tables so we can feed everyone. The club is packed to the rafters with brothers from three chapters, in addition to my chapters families. Everyone eagerly tucks into the proffered food.
When the other Old Ladies see their men, they light up and conversation fills the room. I keep to myself. I can't shake the anxiety that has been rising in me since my run in with Sherri.
I'm sitting by myself, having found a scarce quiet corner, when Mik sits next to me. He nudges me in the side gently with his elbow.
“How are you?” he asks, quietly.
I'm feeling bitchy so I make a show of looking around me as if he might be talking to someone else. He smiles at my histrionics.
“Real funny, Angel. You should take that show on the road.”
"Well I’m kind of shocked that you’re speaking to me. I thought you'd gone mute or something.”
“I get you’re pissed at me but you haven't been very fucking fair on me either.”
I shake my head at his accusation. I have no idea what he thinks I've done to him. If he would talk to me, he would learn that I actually agree with the accusations he flung at me after his fight with Benji. God he's a stubborn man.
“What are you talking about? I haven't done anything to you!”
Whilst Mik is maintaining a calm tone, my voice is rising and the people closest are starting to glance at us.
“Let's not get into it here. I just wanted to break the ice between us. I want to talk tonight, sort out some of our problems.”
As much as I try to play it cool, my heart lifts for the first time in days at his words.
“Well how can a girl resist when you ask so nicely.”
He laughs lightly at my sarcasm. His laugh sounds rusty, as if he hasn't laughed much lately. I know the feeling.
Winking at me, he starts on his meal. As we eat, we share some light conversation about Joel being brought out of his sedation earlier than expected and how soon we think it will be until he is able to start rehab. Once Mik has cleared his plate, he rises to leave.
“I'll wait up for you,” I murmur.
“I'd love it if you would, Angel.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
Lainey
Present Day
As I am rinsing conditioner from my hair, I hear the door to our ensuite shower cubicle close softly. Squinting with eye open to make sure it is who I think it is, I immediately recognize Mik's touch when he wraps his arms around me from behind and kisses my shoulder.
His hard body presses against mine and heat pools in my core when I feel his cock grow against my backside. Quickly rinsing the last of the conditioner from my hair, I open my eyes and look at him over my shoulder.
“What are you doing, Mik? I thought you wanted to talk? This is not the place to talk,” I tell him.
I’m trying very hard to ignore the desire trying to cloud my mind and overtake my body. I can't give into him just because I miss his touch. We need to talk before I sate my growing lust.
“Angel, I've had the shittiest day. Beast hates me, Benji’s being a prick, most of the Club believes I am responsible for everything that's happened to you and I am certain that we have a fucking rat in the Club but no one will back me except Timber. I can’t top this fucking day off by arguing with you as well.”
Gently turning me so I am facing him, he presses a soft kiss against my lips and I return it before I can stop myself. His hazel eyes are bloodshot from lack of sleep and they have dark circles under them. His face has at least two days growth and his hair is in disarray, a sure sign that he has run his hands through it in agitation many times today. My heart cannot help but want to soothe him, especially with the evidence of his stress and worry so visible on his face.
“All I want to do, Mo Ghrá, is bury myself as far as I can into your beautiful body. I want to fuck you so hard that all my frustration disappears. You are the only person who can give me some relief from this shit. Someone is trying to fuck up our relationship and bring down this Club at the same time and I don't know if I'm gonna be able to stop them.”
He rests his forehead tiredly against mine as he opens up to me.
“Can you put our problems on the back burner tonight and just let us be us? I fucking need you so bad and I'm know that under all the shit you need me just as much.”
A million reasons why this is bad idea immediately flood my mind but I push them aside. This man, regardless of the lies he has told me, has always been there when I've needed him. He rarely asks me for anything but my love, instead always choosing to take everything on his broad shoulders. I refuse to let our issues stop me from giving him the relief I can see he needs so badly. God knows, I need it just as much.
“Tell me want you need, Mik. I’m happy to put everything aside for tonight.” I move my hips against his, hoping that he gets my drift.
Grabbing my ass, he pulls me hard against him. He feels so good. Stealing my breath as he mashes our mouths together in an urgent kiss, I run my hands up his back and then wind them through his hair, tugging softly. He backs me against the wet tiles before he forces his hand between my legs and strokes me.
His touch makes me moan and my legs turn to jelly. Entering me with two fingers, he thrusts them in and out of me with frantic finesse as he continues to kiss me as if his life depends upon it. I wrap one leg around his waist to give him complete access as he moves his hips against me in time with the thrust of his hand.
My orgasm builds embarrassingly quickly, testament to the need that has been growing within me at the absence of his touch. Mik realises that I am close and drops to his knees in front of me, flicking my clit with his tongue and quickening the pace of his fingers. I grasp his hair, pulling it hard as each jolt of pleasure overtakes me. My arousal grows and my orgasm peaks, leaving me gasping for air and leaning against the tiles as my legs shake with aftershocks.
His face is hard as he rises to his full height and turns me around so I'm facing the tiled wall. Kicking my legs apart, he slaps my ass as he pushes his cock into me, fisting my hair to use it as leverage to slam into my wet, hungry pussy. He fucks me hard and fast, without mercy or regard for my enjoyment. Angry, controlling Mik has come out to play tonight and my core tingles at the thought as I begin to scream from his hard thrusts. He buries himself in me over and over and I love every minute of it.
I feel him swell inside me as his release approaches. As he comes, he sinks his teeth into my shoulder, making me scream louder. I am still trying to regain my breath when he presents me with his back and demands gruffly, “Wash me Angel.”
I wash and condition his hair, giving him a deep head massage that makes him moan. Then I lather him up and wash every part of his hard muscled body. I leave his cock until last, stroking it as I soap it.
Once he is fully hard again and groaning, I rinse both of us off. I'm ready to take this show to our bed. As I move past him to turn off the water, Mik places his hands on my shoulders and forces me to my knees.
“Open your mouth, I wanna blow down your throat.” He commands.
I barely have my mouth open before he is pushing his cock between my lips. There is nothing gentle about his entry and he hits the back of my throat quickly. It takes all of my effort not to gag at his intrusion. I am trapped between his body and the wall so I put my hands against his strong thighs to gain some control over how deeply he fucks my throat. He slaps them away.
“Trust me please, Angel. I need to own every part of you tonight and I need you to let me. You know I will never take this further than you can handle.” He promises me.
He leaves his hard cock in my mouth but doesn't move as he gives me a moment to decide if I'm willing to cede my control tonight. I can't raise my eyes to gauge his expression and mood because of the water cascading over us so I have to choose what happens tonight using only my instinct. It only takes a few seconds for me to decide I'm up for anything he has to offer. We both deserve the release tonight is going to bring.
Bringing my teeth from behind my lips, I run them down his length as I move my mouth from his cock. He shivers in appreciation.
“Bring it, Mad Dog. I'm game if you are.”
“What have I told you to say if you want me to stop?”
“Angel.”
“Good girl, now let me back in…”
He thrusts back into my mouth, gathering my hair tightly in one hand and my wrists in the other. I'm now powerless to stop him as he plunders my mouth and throat. I relax my throat, sheath my teeth, and brace myself for whatever he’s going to throw at me.
He begins slowly, sliding in and out with shallow thrusts. After he’s tested me a few times, he thrusts with purpose all the way to the back of my throat. My gag reflex attempts to engage but I force myself to ignore my body’s natural response to his intrusion and I swallow instead. The movement takes him down my throat.
“That's it. Take me all the way.” He coaxes me, his soft tone belying the harshness of his movements.
He thrusts faster and harder, losing himself in his enjoyment, as I concentrate on keeping my throat relaxed. His grip on my hair becomes tighter as he forces my head to move in time with his pumping. It feels as if he has been going forever. My knees are screaming in pain and I’m finding it hard to breathe through my nose as the cascading water tries to drown me.
Just as I am considering pulling my head away so I can take a proper breath, Mik lets go of my wrists and moves my head out of the flowing water. Slipping his cock from my mouth, he wrenches my face upwards with my hair as he uses his free hand to bring himself to orgasm. His release lands all over my exposed face and closed mouth.
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