Rory

by Jordan Marie

  “Christ that’s it, Baby. Fuck me hard,” I growl, watching her bounce up and down. Her nails biting into my skin as she leans over me.

  I squeeze her breasts, loving the way they bobble up and down, but needing to touch them, knead them… fucking milk them.

  “Noah, oh, God, I think I’m going to come,” she whimpers, as I pull her breasts close, dancing my tongue over them.

  “Going to put my cock between your tits and titty fuck you so hard, Rory. You’re going to lay there and take it too, letting me shoot cum all over your face,” I growl.

  “Yesssss….” She hisses the word out. I don’t know if she’s giving me permission for the fantasy in my head, or it’s just what she’s saying because she’s coming. I don’t really give a damn, because she’s squeezing my cock, draining it of jet after jet of cum. I can literally feel it releasing into the condom as her climax claims mine. Stream after stream of cum shoots into the latex and as good as it feels, I curse it. I take Rory’s mouth in my own, kissing her as I empty myself and she slowly comes down from her orgasm.

  “I love you, Rory,” I whisper softly against her ear as she collapses against me, my condom covered cock still deep inside of her. “I love you.”

  42

  Rory

  “Oh my God! You’ve had sex,” Dani announces, causing me to jerk my head around to look at her.

  “What?” I ask, tearing my gaze away from Noah—who’s sitting across the room with Ryan in his lap, and trying to sound like I have no idea what she’s talking about. I’m pretty sure I’m failing at that because I can feel the heat in my face. I’m definitely blushing.

  “You did the horizontal mambo with Diesel!” she accuses in a quiet hiss.

  “Keep your voice down,” I mutter, looking around.

  “Oh my God! You whore! You did and you didn’t even tell me about it!” Dani cries—and might I add that she doesn’t do it quietly.

  “It was just once,” I finally sigh out, head down. That’s not exactly true. It was three times, but all in one day. It’s been four days since and we haven’t done it once since then—not once. Of course, part of that is because Ryan has been back in bed with me… but still.

  “What do you mean just once?”

  “Well, ever since… Ryan has been in bed with me so…”

  “God, don’t I know that story. Kids are the ultimate cock blocker,” Dani mumbles, and she’s not wrong.

  “Yeah,” I respond, feeling as dejected as she looks.

  “Well, what we need here is a plan.”

  “A plan?”

  “Yep. We’ll call it Operation Get Rory Laid.”

  “Uh….”

  “I’ll have Dakota invite Ryan over to a giant slumber party with him and the rest of my brood. I’ll make sure they have all the junk food I can buy and I’ll rent the latest new releases and let them have at it. They can take over the bar area with their sleeping bags and shit. And I’ll have Zander drag out the projector screen to put the movies on.”

  “Um… I don’t think the men will like giving up their bar for the kids.”

  “Ask me if I care?”

  “Okay then, I don’t think the men will listen to you,” I tell her and that’s when she gets this wide grin on her face.

  “Hey Diesel!” she yells across the room. Her voice carries easily, even over the music and talking.

  “Yo,” he says looking over at us. He smiles at me and I hesitantly return it.

  “Can you order the men to go in town for their festivities tomorrow night?”

  At that question, the room goes quiet.

  “Why would I do that?” Noah asks.

  “I’m going to need the bar area for the kids. My brood’s going to have a giant sleep over.”

  “Dani, I don’t think my men really want to—”

  “I’ll be inviting Ryan,” she adds and I just hold my head down at this point. Noah is many things, but the man is not stupid. He doesn’t need a house to fall on him.

  “Ryan?”

  “Yep. He’ll be with my kids… all night. You got a problem with that?”

  “I’ll make sure the men give you the room,” he says right away.

  “Thought you might,” she laughs and then turns back around.

  “I hate you,” I mutter, afraid to look at Noah at this point.

  “Did you know that you blush the same shade as your hair, Red?”

  “I’m currently plotting your murder,” I warn her.

  “Oh stop. I’m just being a good friend. Besides, I’m not doing this out of the goodness of my little heart.”

  “You’re not?”

  “Nope, I’ll want payback.”

  “I’m almost afraid to ask,” I grumble.

  “You get to watch over my bunch for a night, while I take Zander back to our lake house and remind him of all the ways he should be grateful I claimed his ass.”

  I think this over. Dani and Crusher have a lot of kids, but they’re all older than Ryan—with the exception of their little girl. I think I’m probably getting the better end of the deal. Plus, I’ll hopefully get more time with Noah.

  “It’s a deal.”

  “I thought you’d see things my way. Now, do I take this to mean that you guys have patched things up?”

  “Not really. I mean it’s definitely better, but Dani… there’s so much water under the bridge… I’m not sure it can ever be fixed.”

  “Do you love him?”

  “So much… but I don’t think love is supposed to be this painful.”

  “Bullshit,” she says, taking a drink of her Coke and rum.

  “No, really—”

  “Rory, love is the most painful fucking emotion there is. Doesn’t matter if it’s because you’re experiencing it, or you’re defending it, it’s still damn painful either way.”

  “Then why even bother?” I ask her, trying not to let fear swallow me whole.

  “Because it makes us feel alive. It gives us a reason. Trust me when I tell you that I wasted a lot of years trying to just exist and feeling so cold inside I thought I might freeze to death. I’ll take time with Zander—no matter how that time comes—over the alternative any fucking day of the week and twice on Sundays.”

  “That’s easy for you to say. You’re happy and don’t have a deranged madman in your past that you’re just waiting to pounce at any given minute.”

  She just looks at me, all joking erased out of her face.

  “Rory—”

  “Dani, I’m not being melodramatic. I’m being honest. King is a monster and he will enjoy killing Noah even more if he knows how much I love him. He’ll torture him and do it for sport, making me watch, because he’ll get off on it,” I tell her.

  She puts her hand over mine and grips it tight—so tight it is physically painful.

  “We’re just getting to know each other, Rory. I get that. I’m going to tell you about a man in my past that is just like that if not worse. I don’t talk about him anymore. I’ve tried my best to erase him from my brain. Sometimes those ghosts come back and Zander works extra fucking hard erasing them for me.”

  “You don’t have to tell me, Dani,” I whisper, my stomach churning. I don’t know if she meant to show me, but I can see those demons in her eyes right now. I see them clearly, because I know those demons intimately. I have the same ones deep inside of me.

  “I’ll tell you about it for two reasons, Rory. The first one being is I remember how it felt to be in your shoes, afraid to believe in a good man. I almost waited too long, and I don’t want you to make that same mistake, because as hard as it is for women like us to believe… there are good men out there and Diesel is definitely one I count in that number.”

  My heart flutters in my chest at her words, but I ignore it and try to concentrate on what she says next.

  “What’s the other reason?” I ask her.

  “I’ve had good friends, Rory—better than I deserved. My girl, Nicole, she took my back eve
n though it almost killed her and almost destroyed the man she loved. I don’t know how to repay that. Sometimes I think I moved here to get away from the guilt I feel every time I see the dark memories enter her face. But…”

  She stops talking, her face looking almost tortured. She grabs hold of my hand again and this time the hold is painful, but I return it with just as much pressure, because I think she needs something to hold onto… Something to center her.

  “Tell me,” I urge her softly, knowing all too well the different ways you can get lost in your head.

  “Until you’ve lived in the darkness that we have, Rory. Until it has touched you and scarred you with its blackness… You can’t understand it. You can’t begin to understand the decisions it forces you to make. And I know better than anyone how distant you feel from everyone else, because there’s just no way they can understand the hell inside your own brain. I see it in you and it makes me think… finally there’s someone who understands me. Zander loves me, and he loves me unconditionally, but he can’t understand. He wasn’t there. He saw the aftermath, but he didn’t live it. Living it makes all the difference,” she says and I just nod because I have no words.

  “Tell me,” I invite, wanting to hear her story, needing to, because I think she’s right. Finally, there’s someone who might understand me.

  “If I’m going to get into that conversation. I’m grabbing a bottle of Jack and we’ll go to your room. I’d rather not have anyone see me when I discuss this particular topic. Besides my man has radar. He knows the minute I’m upset.”

  “Then let’s get that bottle,” I tell her, standing up.

  “Wait. If you had sex… maybe you should have juice. You know, in case one of Diesel’s little swimmers decided to make a home…”

  “What?”

  She looks pointedly at my stomach.

  “Oh. No. I’m good. We used condoms,” I tell her blushing and ignoring the empty feeling I feel inside.

  “A condom? Fuck… really?”

  “Yeah, why?”

  “I just didn’t figure Diesel would allow that. I thought he’d try and tie you to him the first real chance he got.”

  “We don’t need fucking condoms, Gorgeous. I need to fuck you raw. I want to feel you—all of you.”

  Noah’s words from the other night instantly play inside my brain and it causes my body to jolt like someone hit me.

  “Hah!” Dani laughs. “I’m getting the picture. You made the poor boy suit up.”

  I ignore her laughter and walk with her while she picks up a bottle of Jack and two shot glasses. As we’re leaving the room, I feel Noah’s gaze burning into me. I don’t look back, but I really want to…

  43

  Diesel

  “Our women have been gone for a while,” Crusher mutters, looking anxious.

  “Yeah,” I answer, taking a pull on my beer.

  “You seem awful relaxed about that.”

  “You have problems about Dani bonding with Rory?” I ask him, confused.

  “What? Hell no. I like Rory. It’s about time you tangle with a woman worth it for a change.”

  “Then, what’s your problem, Crush?”

  “Dani had a bad night. I just would feel better if I could get my eyes on her, make sure she’s good.”

  “Nightmares?” I ask. I’m one of the few that know Dani’s story here. The only other would be Gunner, but then he and Crusher were in the same crew when it went down. Dani went through hell. I respect the fuck out of her, because she’s a survivor. I felt like she got a raw deal from the other crew back then. When life repeatedly kicks you in the balls, it changes how you react to things. Your decisions might not be sound, because your head is fucked up seven ways till Sunday. Still, there are legitimate reasons behind every single decision. I definitely understand her. Going off to Montana, in hindsight, probably wasn’t the best laid plan, that said if I hadn’t, I wouldn’t have met Rory and despite everything… I would not have fucking missed that for the world.

  Life is fucked. You take the good with the bad. In this particular case there’s no contest. If the good is Rory, I’d take whatever the bad holds every damn time. It’d be worth it, just to have her.

  “Hey, boys. You guys are looking a little lonely tonight,” Connie says, coming over to our table.

  “Christ,” I hear Crusher mutter under his breath. “Connie, unless you want Dani’s boot up that ass you like to twist around here, I think it’s best you be moving on,” he grumbles. I almost smile, because I definitely could see Dani doing exactly that and more.

  “You don’t have to play, Crusher. You can just watch me and Diesel,” she purrs. She moves in closer to me, putting her hand on my shoulder. “What do you say Diesel? You want to put on a show for your brother?”

  I look up at Connie about to tell her to fuck off, and in that language. She knows better than to try this shit. She’s been a club Twinkie for ten years. She knows I want nothing to do with her. Before I can get the words out however, Rory makes an appearance.

  Shit.

  “Am I interrupting something?” Rory asks, the annoyance in her voice is clear as crystal.

  “Not at all. Just spending a little time with my men.”

  “Your men?” Rory asks.

  “Of course. You’re new here, but I’m willing to teach you how things are,” Connie says.

  “This ought to be good,” Crusher mutters, enjoying this way too much. It would serve the fucker right if Dani showed up.

  “You need to go to Diesel’s room,” Rory tells Crusher.

  “What in the fuck, Gorgeous?” I growl.

  “Dani’s there. She’s sleeping now, but she needs you,” Rory tells Crusher.

  “Fuck,” he growls, getting up.

  Rory watches him leave, her face thoughtful. She doesn’t bother looking at me.

  “You going to tell me what in the fuck this is about, Rory?” I growl.

  She blinks like she just realizes I’m there and seriously what is that shit about? She still doesn’t talk to me, instead she looks at Connie.

  “What exactly did you want to explain to me?” she asks.

  “Rory—” I growl.

  “I’ll deal with you in a minute,” she says, dismissing me. I’d argue with her, or hell carry her out of here and fuck her until she remembers my damn name—again, but I don’t get the chance. Instead, Connie speaks up. She sits her bony ass on my lap and I’d push her off at this point, but now I want to see exactly where Rory goes with this.

  “We all have our roles here in the club, honey. Mine is to make sure the men—all the men—are happy. They come get a piece of the wild, so they don’t get bored fucking normal… like you.”

  “I see. And I’m… normal.”

  “I’m afraid so, but if you want I’ll let you watch and take notes while I give Diesel here a ride.”

  “That’s real nice of you,” Rory responds.

  “I thought so,” Connie answers.

  “You forgot one thing.”

  “What’s that?”

  Rory leans down and wraps her hands in Connie’s hair, pulling her off my lap. Connie stumbles trying to get her hair free of Rory’s hands, but Rory uses her legs to trip Connie, and that along with the hold on her propels Connie onto the floor.

  “If Diesel so much as sniffs at your skanky, nasty ass, I wouldn’t touch his cock again,” she growls.

  “You bitch! I’m going to—”

  “You’re going to do shit. You disrespected my old lady in her club. You put your bony ass in my lap, when you know I’ve told you for years I want nothing of what you have to offer. You’re done, Connie.”

  “You can’t kick me out. This is my home.”

  “I’m President, I can do whatever the hell I want to do when it comes to this club. But, I’m not kicking you out.”

  “You’re not?” Connie asks, sounding hopeful.

  “You’re not?” Rory asks.

  “No. I’m leaving you
r fate up to my old lady.”

  “I didn’t know you had claimed her,” Connie mutters.

  “I didn’t either,” Rory responds and finally she’s looking at me.

  “You apparently forgot what went down the other night. I should probably take you to the doctor for that problem, since you can’t seem to remember my fucking name,” I growl at Rory.

  She smiles at that. She fucking smiles, like she thinks it’s a game.

  “Enough of this shit. You can decide what happens with this bitch tomorrow,” I growl, standing up, picking Rory up in my arms.

  “What are you doing?” she asks, still laughing as she loops her arms around my neck and holds on.

  “Taking you back to our room and fucking you until the only word you can piece together is my fucking name.”

  Her laughter echoes around me as I march her out of the room—well her laughter and those of my men and the other women sitting at the tables around us.

  Fuck.

  44

  Diesel

  “Did you hurt yourself carrying me?” Rory asks, her hand moving back on my bare thigh.

  I have her head lying on my shoulder, one of her legs is looped around mine and I’m feeling pretty fucking great since I just came hard and I have Rory in my arms. I take a breath, stretching the kink out of my back.

  “I think I broke my dick fucking you. Other than that, I’m good, Gorgeous. Fantastic even,” I tell her with a lazy grin. Taking her back to our room might possibly be the best idea I’ve ever had. Thankfully, Dani and Crusher were gone when we got here because I don’t think I had it in me to wait. I needed inside of her—fuck, I always need inside her.

  “Your dick is not broken,” she laughs, kissing my chest.

  “It is. Look at the poor bastard, he’s limp.”

  Her gaze travels down at my semi-erect cock and it jerks under her stare.