Six: Company of Sinners MC #2

by Lisa J. Hobman

  He trailed his fingers down my tingling skin until he was cupping my pussy and slipping two thick fingers inside of me. A loud, wanton groan left my body and I realized my eyes had drifted closed. I immediately snapped them open and gasped up at him, filled with embarrassment at my involuntary expression of lust but it just seemed to spur him on.

  “God, Chloe I love to hear you. It turns me on so much that I can bring that side out of you. Don't be embarrassed, baby. Just let go, okay?”

  I had little choice but to obey him as his fingers slipped and slid within my clenching body once again bringing me to the verge of ecstasy. But all too soon I was empty of him again.

  In a split second a gravel filled croak informed me, “I've gotta fuck you now. I can't wait any longer.” He maneuvered so that his whole body was between my thighs and my eyes trailed down his abdomen to where his cock flinched toward me. I held my breath. With one urgent thrust his thick, rigid length slammed into my wet and waiting body. Finally. I was so desperate for him and almost immediately exploded into a mind blowing orgasm. My pelvis circled and his thrusts became harder as I panted and scratched my nails down his muscular back.

  He held himself aloft over me allowing me to peer down between us and observe the delicious way our bodies joined so intimately; like a perfectly carved jigsaw puzzle. He fit me. And I somehow fit him in spite of his size. I never wanted this connection to end. Fear began to clutch to at me as to what the hell would happen when this was over.

  Thankfully I was pulled back from the darkness by his deep, voice as it resonated through my body. “Aw fuck Chloe...you make me wanna come so fucking hard.”

  His strained voice and words, regardless of how crude they seemed, sent me over the edge once more and I cried out, repeating his name over and over as I soared. A few seconds later Six gripped my behind with one hand and lifted me half off the bed so my legs automatically circled his waist. With a deep, lust filled groan from within his chest he thrust one last time and collapsed on top of me.

  Oh. My. God.

  Six

  As my breathing calmed once more, I removed the condom and after knotting it, I discarded it in the little trash can by the bed. Then I moved to lay beside Chloe and pulled her naked body close to mine. A possessiveness overtook me and I didn't want to let her out of my sight or my arms.

  Kissing her tenderly I huffed the air from my lungs. “Wow...just...fucking wow.”

  She giggled and my heart swelled in my chest. Her arm slipped around my waist and she gazed up at me, a hint of just-fucked pink flushed her cheeks. “Thank you.”

  I scrunched my brow not quite sure how to take her apparent gratitude. “For what?”

  She broke my gaze and nuzzled my chest. “For saying 'wow' like you meant it.”

  Huh? I moved so that I could look down at her where she lay. The most beautiful post orgasmic glow tinged her skin. “But I did mean it.”

  She moved her face again so that she was staring at the ink on my chest, reluctant to look me in the eye and something she had said before niggled at me. Someone had made her feel unworthy of genuine attraction. Someone had killed her self-confidence. And I was beginning to put two and two together. My only hope was that I was going to come up with four. I needed to find out what the hell this douche had said to make her feel so inadequate. Ultimately I wanted to know who the bastard was so I could deal with him and make sure he learned a lesson about respect.

  I had avoided asking her earlier but after this reaction I needed to know. “Chloe, who is Brett?”

  She didn't look up. “Oh...no one.”

  Nuh-uh...not accepting that response. “Look, I know I'm a big hairy, bad-ass biker guy but I'm not dumb. This Brett asshole has made you insecure. And I want to know why.”

  She sighed heavily and pulled away from me to roll onto her back, turning her face farther away from me in the process. “He's...just someone from my past.”

  “No shit.” I clamped my mouth shut and inwardly cursed myself for my sarcastic response. She didn't move and so I continued, “Well, if he makes you feel like shit I'm glad he's in your past. But whatever he did to you is still in your mind and that bothers me.” I turned her face around so that she looked at me again. “Tell me. Come on. What did he say to you? Who the fuck is he?”

  She pulled her lips in between her teeth and closed her eyes. Tears escaped and trailed downward into her blonde hair. “My mom's boyfriend.”

  Oh. “So you didn't get along with him?”

  She laughed with a humorless venom. “Not in the way he wanted, no.”

  Okay. I'm gonna fucking rip him apart. With a measured calmness to my voice I clenched my jaw and asked, “Chloe, what did the bastard do to you?”

  “Nothing.” She kept her eyes firmly closed.

  “Chloe, you've tensed up and won't look at me. I know that means you're lying. I just want to put your mind at rest and I can't do that unless I know what he said and did.”

  She pulled herself to a sitting position and pulled the blanket from the end of the bed to cover her nakedness as if she was suddenly ashamed of what we had done. Her knees came up to her chest—a sign I now recognized as defensive—and she rested her chin on them.

  Still without looking at me she began to speak. “It started just after I turned eighteen... Brett was always flirting with me when my mom was at work. It was harmless at first and I just used to ignore him but... then he'd touch me but claim it was an accident. You know...like he'd reach past me and graze my breast with his arm...or he'd stand too close behind me and reach around me for something so that he was pressed up against me. I...I started to avoid being around him.”

  My blood began to boil and my heart was trying to escape through my ribcage. I wanted to rip the bastard limb from limb.

  Making an effort to keep my breathing calm I listened intently as she continued, “But he made sure to find ways to be alone with me.” She gave a humorless laugh. “And when we were alone, he'd full on grope me and tell me that it was my fault for teasing him. But when I wouldn't give in to him and have sex with him he started telling me I was ugly...” She swiped tears away from her cheeks and turned again so I couldn't see her face. “He said I was all tits and legs and all I was good for was fucking. That no one would ever love someone as ugly as me.” She gave a snide huff. “He kept offering to fuck me so that I'd at least know what it was like to be with a man. And he threatened me with violence if I dared to tell my mom. I... I wanted to prove him wrong. I needed to prove to myself that I wasn't as hideous as he made out. So I went out and slept with some random guy just to prove to myself that I could find someone. But really he was right about everything. I saw the guy for a few weeks but then he dumped me. Said I was too clingy and needy. So once again I felt worthless. I slept around a little believing that one of the guys would eventually fall in love with me and then Brett would see he was wrong but... well that didn't happen.”

  My fists and jaw clenched simultaneously. I wanted to find this ass-wipe and pummel him into the fucking ground. But seeing how hard it was for her tell me all this I fought my instincts and remained as stoic as I could on the surface whilst a tumult raged beneath my skin.

  “All the while he was being proved right and I started to believe him. That I was ugly. That I was worthless and even that I was a tease. At eighteen I should've been able to wear what I wanted but I found myself zipping everything up tight and covering my body so that he couldn't say those things. I began to wear baggy, oversized things because he said that when I wore T-shirts I was showing my breasts off to him to tease him on purpose with what I wouldn't let him have.”

  She took a deep shaking breath. “I snapped one day and slapped him after he'd groped my breasts and tried to stick his hand in my pants. I told him I was going to tell my mom everything but he pinned me to the wall and was on the verge of attacking me like he'd warned me he would. I honestly daren't think about what he had in mind back then. But he kept saying he'd just deny
everything.” She exhaled a shaking breath and her hands knotted in front of her. “My mom arrived home and so thankfully he let me go. Later that night I plucked up the courage and told my mom about what had happened and I expected her to kick him out...” A sob escaped her and I sat up to face her and place my hand on her shoulder. “But she believed him. Can you believe that? He told her I'd been coming on to him for months. That I was trying to break them up because I was jealous. And she was so fucking blind with stupid love for the bastard that she believed him.” She covered her face with her hands and I was desperate to just hold her but I was frozen to the spot trying to absorb all the shit she'd just told me. I closed my eyes and lowered my head searching my mind for the right words. She sniffed and I glanced over at her again. She had straightened up and stiffened her spine. “She told me I should leave. And so I stole a box from the kitchen that had some money and small pieces of jewelry in it and I left. I hated Brett so much for treating me that way. For causing my relationship with my mom to fall apart. I hated him for potentially ruining my future too. Until he started coming on to me I was doing great in school. That all changed. But when I left I was determined that I would make something of myself. Initially anyway. I came here and managed to finish off high school after explaining to the Principal what had happened. He was very understanding and after lots of discussions and meetings I was accepted onto the roll. They wanted to get the authorities involved but I just wanted to move on. Forget. I refused to press charges. Got my high school diploma, made a few friends. Then it all fell apart again. I couldn't afford college. Lived on couches, you know? Worked at the café to make some cash. The rest...well...you know...”

  No sooner had the determination to go on taken over her, than it disappeared and her head dropped forward into her hands, her body was racked with shudders as she poured her heart out again. Mine was pounding so hard in my goddamn chest, I thought I was going to have a fucking heart attack and anger had knotted my guts so tight I felt nauseated. My jaw ached from being clenched so damn hard and a lump of emotion had tightened my throat.

  She hadn't deserved any of that bullshit. None of it. I grabbed her petite body and pulled her into my lap, holding her against my chest as she cried. Warm tears trailed down my exposed skin and pooled in the lines of my abs as I held her and let her vent her sadness and despair on me. I pulled the blanket around us both and we sat there together for what seemed like hours.

  Eventually she calmed and lifted her head. Her eyes were puffy and her nose was tinged pink to match her cheeks. “Shit, I'm sorry, Six. I...I shouldn't have regurgitated all my shit onto you. You didn't ask for that.”

  I smiled in what I hoped was a reassuring way and wiped some errant tears from her cheeks. “Hey, if you remember I did ask.” She smiled too and I relaxed a little. “But I want you to know Chloe, that he was so wrong about you. You are beautiful. And sexy...and fucking hot as hell. Whatever the bastard said to you was an out and out fucking lie. And what he did to you was beyond wrong. A betrayal of your mom's and your trust. You deserved none of that. No woman deserves to be treated like that but especially not a kid. You were a kid, Chloe. Okay so eighteen is supposedly adult but...you'd only just turned eighteen. And he was an adult in a position of trust. The dirty bastard should've known better...” She stared blankly at me as I spoke. As if the words were just not sinking in. “Is that... Is that why you ended up dancing at The Fox Hub? Because of what he put you through?”

  She shrugged. “Yeah... I figured no one would employ an ugly bitch like me unless I was showing off my body. It seemed to be all I had going for me.”

  I shook my head and took her face between my palms. “Oh God, Chloe. You are so wrong, sweetheart. You're bright and funny. You're so beautiful and you dance like...like a fucking professional dancer in one of those Broadway shows. But you are so not worthless. You're worth more than a million of him, baby.” I smoothed my thumbs over her cheeks and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead.

  Suddenly she flung her arms around me and kissed me with an urgency that stole my breath away. One of her hands snaked down my body until she had a firm grip on my cock.

  What the hell? “Whoa...whoa...Chloe stop. Stop, baby.” She pulled away and stared at me.

  Her cheeks colored red and she clambered off my lap. “Oh great. Now you're pitying me again. Dammit, Six I don't need your pity.”

  I held up my hands. “That's not it at all. I don't pity you. You're getting me all wrong. I just...I don't want you to feel you have to be grateful to me or...or pay me in sex every time I compliment you. I'm gonna compliment you. A whole lot.” I hoped my voice exuded tenderness. The last thing I wanted was to add to her embarrassment. “So you don't have to do that. I meant what I said. Every single word. But I think he's colored the way you see yourself. And I want you to know that I don't see you that way. And some day I hope you see you just how I do.”

  Tentatively I leaned toward her and kissed her lips gently. And fuck me if my dick didn't want in on the action.

  She pulled away and glanced down at my groin. With a giggle she kissed my cheek. “Should I go make some coffee maybe?”

  I smiled as heat rose in my own face and I tried in vain to hide my raging wood. “Yeah. Coffee would be good. And while you're at it get me your phone. I'm gonna put my number in there...you know...just in case you need it and I'll take yours too.” She narrowed her eyes at me and I shrugged. “What can I say? I guess my stalking habits are ingrained.”

  She smiled, shook her head and left the room.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chloe

  After we had swapped phone numbers under the guise that my sexy stalker wanted to be “contactable in an emergency,” we sat cross legged on my rug eating toasted bagels with cream cheese as Queens of the Stone Age played in the background. It was around four in the morning and we'd both gotten the munchies after we'd had sex and drunk coffee. Six sat there in just his boxers and I was being swamped by his black T-shirt which fell sexily off one shoulder and I made no attempt to change that. It was hard to concentrate on eating when the sculpted, tattooed Adonis was so close that I could feel his body heat warming my skin.

  Trying to think of anything else but the delicious sensation of him filling me and his weight on top of me, I cocked my head to one side inquisitively. “So, what happened earlier tonight that got you so pissed off?”

  He stopped chewing and placed his bagel back on the plate. He sucked the cream cheese from his thumb and dropped his gaze to the floor. “I'd rather not talk about it. Don't want to spoil the mood, you know?”

  I nudged him. “Oh come on. I shared my shitty baggage with you. It's only fair.” I was trying to be playful but I had watched as the smile vanished from his face and was immediately filled with regret.

  Me and my big mouth.

  He sighed a heavy, weight filled breath and turned to face me. “There are things going on at the club. Politics and shit. A rival club is trying to get their hands on our land.” He shrugged as if that explanation was sufficient.

  I wasn't buying it. Remembering how he had pushed me to confess all my deepest darkest secrets I continued. “So... what got you all riled up about that tonight?”

  He reached out, grasped his coffee mug and took a long gulp. “I said I'd rather not talk about it.” He didn't look me in the eyes and a shiver of dread traveled my spine. There was clearly something he wasn't telling me and I was affronted at the fact that he had encouraged me to tell him about Brett yet he was unwilling to divulge anything further.

  “Six, you can talk to me. You can trust me.”

  He slammed his coffee cup down and the loud bang made me almost jump out of my skin. “Just fucking leave it, Chloe. I said I won't fucking talk about it. So just drop it, okay?” He pushed himself up from the rug and stomped through to the bedroom. My heart skipped but my interest was piqued and all sorts of scenarios began to run around my mind. I tried to ignore them but failed miserably.

&
nbsp; When he returned to the living room he was fully dressed apart from the T-shirt which I was still wearing. And oh my God if he didn't look hot as hell in his jeans with his bare, tattooed chest on display.

  But his next words were not what I wanted to hear. “Look, I should go. I need to be back at the club house. I've got like ten missed fucking calls.” He ran his hands through his hair but didn't look me in the eye.

  I nodded despite the fact that his eyes were focused anywhere but on me. “Okay, sure. I get it.”

  His head snapped in my direction. “No. No, Chloe you don't get it at all. You have no fucking clue what you're trying to get mixed up in here.” His voice was raised and his eyes glowed with a caramel fire that scared and thrilled me all at once.

  I stood carefully and began to slowly approach him. “Then explain it to me, Six.”

  A long exasperated exhale left his body and the sexy, carefree smile from earlier had completely vanished.

  His jaw clenched and unclenched a few times before he answered. “Look, my life is a shit storm mixed up in a fucking tornado of guns and death. You don't need to be involved in that shit.”

  I forced a smile. “Is this you letting me down gently again? Because it's not very gentle.”

  “Yes...no...awww fuck I don't know, CD. I honestly have no idea what's going to happen next. Shit is so messed up right now. I can't...I won't drag you into that.”

  The fact that he still used my cute pet name gave me a glimmer of hope that maybe things were not over between us. At least I hoped that was the case. I nodded, keeping my eyes on him and digging my nails into my palms to stop me from crying. The last thing I wanted to do was cry in front of him again. If I did he would definitely think I was a fragile, weak little girl. And I couldn't be that to him. Not after the night we'd shared. And not with the life he led.