Deep in Chaos (CKMC Book 2)

by Linny Lawless

  “Holy Fuck!” She cried out as I tasted her orgasm on my tongue. Her fingers raked through my hair, pulling.

  She pushed me away and sat up. “Get those jeans off, Owen. I want that nice hard cock of yours inside me right fuckin now.”

  “It’s all yours, baby.” I couldn’t get my jeans down, around my ankles fast enough. I covered her with my body. I gripped my solid rock of a cock and drove myself all the way deep inside her. I grunted as I pumped into her hard, my hips moving, pounding her as hard and deep as she wanted.

  “I can’t get enough of you, Tanya. I’m hungry and thirsty for you every fuckin minute of the day.” I growled as I looked at her face as I fucked her the way she liked it. Her mouth was slightly open, her eyes hooded, moaning and panting along with the rhythm of my hips. I had to shut my eyes. If I kept watching her, I would explode.

  “Don’t close your eyes, Owen. Look at me.” I did as she told me to and I couldn’t hold back any longer. I roared and exploded. My cum shot deep inside her hot, silky center. I collapsed on top of her. We breathed fast, covered in sweat.

  Her arms wrapped over my back. “What are we doing?” It was just a whisper.

  “I don’t know. But I sure do like it…” I mumbled, my face nestled in her neck.

  17 Tanya

  The charity ride was a success and the Chaos Kings raised close to three-thousand dollars for the local animal shelters. That teenage giddiness I felt riding with Skully was exhilarating. The combination of riding with my tribe and Skully nestled between my thighs made my pulse race. I had a splendid view of his broad, v-shaped back and toned shoulders, making my mouth water and my pussy wet.

  I felt the endorphins tingling all through my body when I orgasmed on his tongue. And when he came inside me, the endorphins rushed through us both. We laid there for a few minutes together, h is face nestled against my neck.

  But the loud music and sounds of laughter came from the door and woke us both up, making us realize again where we were. We got dressed and walked back out into the main area of the clubhouse, to the sounds of whistles and hoots and hollers from some. I rolled my eyes, but Skully, of course, had a wide shit-eating grin on his face.

  I was doing a perm for one of my clients, but staring off into space, re-hashing the entire day in my head. “Did you have a nice weekend, Tanya?” My client, Betty woke me up.

  “Huh? Yeah Betty. It was nice. Why?”

  “Well you’ve got that dreamy look and you’re smiling too. So, don’t stop. It’s looks good on you.”

  I guess I hadn’t realized it, but everyone else had. “Thanks Betty.”

  Skully had left the clubhouse and asked me what I was doing later in the week. He wanted to take me out on another date. I had Wednesday off, and I’d drive to the cycle shop to meet him. “It’s a date!” He had grinned, kissed me and rode off.

  I took my time Wednesday morning and slept in, sipping on coffee by ten am. I primped for longer than I usually would. I made sure to wear some tight jeans that made my ass look really good, plus a hot pink, leopard print blouse with wedge sandals. A little extra lip gloss, my hair tussled a bit, and with my white shades, I left my apartment and drove to Hardcore Cycles.

  Clouds were dark and heavy in the sky, ready to dump buckets of rain. The humid air enveloped me as I walked to my car. It was a bummer, because we wouldn’t get a ride on Skully’s bike that day and would have to drive somewhere instead. Lightning and thunder cracked as I pulled up into the parking lot of the bike shop, a huge one-story brick building. The big neon sign “Hardcore Cycles” in white, red, and black colors hung outside on top of the main entrance doors. Alongside the building was the garage with two bay doors. I walked in through the main entrance to the showroom floor. All different types of motorcycles, from sport bikes, to custom choppers, and older Harley’s were parked with sale tags hanging off handlebars.

  Skully had told me to look for Torque, the owner and manager. He had described him as a big, burly, tattooed biker, and of course, all the men I seemed to be surrounded by fit that same description already. I heaved a sigh, taking my chances and found one standing behind the Service counter, talking to a young teenage girl. He stopped in mid-sentence and look at me. His mouth dropped open.

  “Ah. Are you Torque? “

  It took him a moment as he blinked. “Yes darlin, that’s me. Are you Skully’s girl?”

  “Ah. I’m not his girl, but I am here to see him. Is he here?” I looked around the showroom and figured he was working in the garage.

  “Yeah, he’s here, he’s in the garage, but – “

  I gave Torque a smile, took off my shades and turned toward the front entrance. I figured I’d just go out around the building to find him. “Wait! Let me go get him for you. Ok?” Torque came around the counter, trying to catch up to me.

  “That’s ok. I’ll go out and around.” I walked out the front door and steered left toward the first garage.

  The heavy clouds released its first heavy drops of rain just as I came to the entrance of the first garage. Skully was standing next to a bike on a lift. He had a woman in his arms. Her back was turned from me. He looked up and saw me standing there. I froze. My jaw dropped open. A rock sunk to the bottom of my stomach. I turned away and ran back to my car.

  “Tanya! Wait! It’s not what you think!” Skully was close behind me. I made it to my car, shut the door, and locked it. He was there, his palms slammed against my window. The clouds opened and rain poured from above, soaking him. “Tanya! Don’t go! Let me explain!”

  I flipped the bird at him and mouthed the words Fuck You. I backed out, putting it in drive. My tires spun as I stomped on the gas pedal, peeling out of the Hardcore Cycles parking lot.

  I tightly gripped my steering wheel with both hands and headed back to my apartment. Tears sprung and rolled down my cheeks, ruining my fresh coat of mascara. Half crescent moon indentions appeared on the inside on my palms. I was so fucking stupid. I wasn’t thinking with my head. Only with my heart and my pussy. I was angry and embarrassed. He was holding that woman, comforting her. I barged in and saw it. How could Owen explain that away? Once in my apartment, I poured myself some Mascoto. Pucker sweet going down with my first two sips. I slumped on my couch.

  Thirty minutes later, three knocks came on my door. “Tanya. It’s me. Skully. Will you open the door? I need to talk to you.”

  After the second glass of wine, I wanted to go full throttle rage on him. I opened the door. He was soaked through. Water dripping from his short messy dark hair. “No fucking this time, Skully. Just talking.” I barked at him as I stepped back to let him in.

  He stepped inside and walked past me. He spun around. “What you just saw is not what you think it is.”

  “Then what the fuck was it, Skully? Some chick all up on you like that? And don’t say it was your sister- “

  “No, it’s not my sister. It was Mandi.”

  It hit me just then. “Mandi? She-devil Mandi?”

  “Yes. That Mandi. She used to be Ratchet’s main squeeze, right? She came to Knuck and the Hell Hounds. She’s the one that told Sid and Rusty where they could find Sam, that she worked at that bookstore. That’s how they found her.”

  “Why the hell was she there hugging on you?”

  He turned away from me, running his hand through his wet hair. “She told me she feels bad about it now. She heard that I’m not a Hound anymore. She wants out too. She seemed sincere and started to cry. I was telling her that it would be ok, and I’d help her figure something out.”

  I shut my eyes then. Images of Matthew came flooding back. Him on his back in our bed… Fucking Melissa, her huge tits smothering his face.

  “Get the fuck out.” I hurled my full glass of wine at him. It landed against the center of his back and crashed to the floor, glass shattering next to his boot.

  He turned back to me and shook his head. “I’m not your ex-douche-bag-boyfriend. Yeah, I’ve done some pretty fucked up things, sellin
g drugs, fist fights. But I wouldn’t do to you what he did to you. You should come first, remember? And you do come first to me, Tanya. If I walk out, I won’t come back. I’ve been alone all my life. Been beaten, and bullied so many fucking times, I lost count. That’s why I joined the Hounds. I was trying to prove something to everyone else. That I had balls. That even though I had a limp, I could pound my fists into any motherfucker who wanted some of me. It made my stomach turn every time I saw how Sid and Rusty abused Sam. The way they treated her. Like she was a thing. Not a person. That’s what bullies do.“

  “Why are you telling me this, Skully!”

  He came toward me. He grabbed my arms. “Because Tanya! I don’t want to be alone anymore! I’ve fucked so many women I can’t even remember their names. It was fun, but nothing else. With you, it’s different. Its more than fun. It hurts at first because I’m fucking scared. But when I’m with you, when I’m inside you, I don’t hurt anymore. I don’t feel alone!”

  Too many words were coming out of his mouth. I stood there, frozen. Tears sprung again. “Who do you think I am, Owen? Wonder Woman? I’m not even a whole woman for fuck sakes!”

  His brows closed in together. I saw sadness in his dark eyes. He released me, dropping his arms to his sides, looking down. “You’re my Wonder Woman.” Mumbling, he stepped away and walked out my door.

  I cleaned up the shattered wine glass and collapsed back on my couch. I drew my knees up against my chest and broke down. I was not angry at Owen. I was angry at myself. He had only shown me how sweet he could be. How he put me up on that pedestal and he did make me feel like Wonder Woman. The look of need in his eyes those moments he was deep inside me. His need for me. And how much I wanted him.

  I sobbed a little, then my phone rang and lit up on the coffee table. Wez lit up on the screen. I answered. “Hi Wez. “

  “Hey Tanya. How’s it going pretty girl.” Wez had a deep warm voice that was contradicting to his appearance, mohawk, fully sleeved ink covered both muscled arms, even up along his neck.

  “I’m good.”

  “That’s good baby girl. Is Skully there? He told me he was going to swing by your place.”

  “He just left. How did you know he was coming by?”

  “That’s why I called ya. I was heading home on my scoot when all hell broke loose, the fuckin rain nearly drowned me. I was takin a turn and went down- “

  I sat up suddenly from the couch. “Are you ok, Wez?”

  “Yeah, just a little road rash on the elbow. Nothing I can’t handle. I was fucked though. Soaked all the way through to my ass crack, looking like a dumb-ass trying to pick my bike up. Then a few minutes later, your man, Skully pulled up on his scoot and helped me lift my bike. I fucked up the brakeq linkage. Scratched up the side of the tank a little too. He told me to come by that shop, Hardcore Cycles, and he’d fix it all up for me.”

  “Oh, thank goodness. I’m glad you’re ok, Wez.”

  “Yeah. Me too. Would have sucked balls if I broke something. Maybe I’m like a cat? With nine lives, huh, pretty girl.” He chuckled.

  “Yeah Wez. You may just be part feline.”

  “Well if I am, I’m a fuckin Lion!” More chuckling on his end.

  “Well, Skully was here for a few minutes, but left.”

  “He’s a good dude, Tanya. I know some of my brothers don’t care much for him, but he’s good with me. Let him know I’ll hook him up sometime if he wants any ink done.”

  18 Skully

  I rode back to my shit hole motel in the rain. I wasn’t sure how I kept my grip on the handlebars and my throttle open since my whole body was numb. Tanya just got an ear full. All of it. My shitty childhood. My shitty life. I felt the familiar painful feeling of being pushed away. Not wanted. Alone again. Maybe, I was better off being a Hound than being alone.

  Tanya hadn’t text or call me since I left her apartment. I told Mandi to meet me at the Crow Bar two nights later. I got off work and rode to the bar, thanking mother nature for keeping the heavy clouds and rain at bay. Mandi was already there when I kicked my stand down and came in to sit next to her at the bar. The purple bruise under her left eye was a shade lighter than it was when I saw her the other day. She flipped her hair, turning to look at me. She played that hair-flip routine with other dudes, but it didn’t work on me.

  “Hi Skully. How’s it hanging? I hope its heavy…” She purred at me and giggled.

  “Cut the crap, Mandi. Not here to hook up. I’m here to talk about the reason you came to see me the other day at my job.”

  She turned back to her drink, twirling the little straw in her glass. “Oh yeah. You’re banging, Tanya. She looked pissed.”

  “I’m not here to talk about Tanya. Don’t waste my time. You still want out?” I lit a smoke and got a glass of bourbon, neat.

  “Yes. I do. The Hounds are pretty hardcore, Skully.”

  “Yes, they are. But you knew that already. That was your choice. I made that choice to go in too. Patched in. And I made the choice to get out.”

  Mandi closed her eyes, her mouth turned upside down and she squeaked out a cry. I exhaled drag and reluctantly put my arm around her shoulders. She leaned into me, sobbing. “I did an awful thing… Telling Sid so many things about Sam and Ratchet. But I was jealous. I was pissed.”

  Then it hit me. That’s how Rusty got to Tanya that night. I leaned away from her. “And you told Rusty some things, too. Didn’t you? Things about Tanya?”

  She wiped her running nose and mascara on her bar napkin. Her fingers touched her lips. Guilt in her eyes. But only because I figured it out. I took a mouthful of the bourbon, slammed the glass back on the bar, and turned back to her. “You know what that motherfucker did to her? Fuck Mandi!” I started to sweat. My muscles tensed up as I ground my teeth.

  “I’m sorry, Skully. I didn’t know what Rusty was going to do.”

  “From now on just keep your mouth shut. You’ve already done enough fucked up damage to the Chaos Kings.” Mandi started up again with the crying, wiping her snotty nose on her wrist. I threw some cash on the bar and was off the stool.

  “But wait, Skully!” She grabbed my bicep.

  I rolled my eyes and turn back to her. “What Mandi? We’re done here. It’s different, and maybe that’s better for you. I was a club member. Harder for a member to get out alive. But for you, it’s different. You’re not in it as bad as Sam was. She needed Chaos to get her out. But you, you’re better off. Just stay away from the Hounds. Hang with a different crowd.”

  “You think the Chaos Kings would be good with me if I made some apologies? Do you think they’d let me come back around?”

  “I doubt you’d be welcomed back to Chaos, Mandi. But an apology is a good start to make it right with them.” She released her hold on my arm. I walked out of the Crow Bar, leaving her at the bar to fend for herself.

  Another week went by and I missed Tanya’s face, her voice, her body. My chest was heavy and I didn’t have much of an appetite. The only thing that kept me in motion was the incoming flow of bikes that needed work during the hot steamy summer month.

  Wez pulled in on his custom Harley softail. It was a nice-looking ride, flat black tank and fender. Even high ape hanger bars were black, along with the motor and pipes. A springer front end, with white wall tires and red wheels. The word “HARDCORE” painted in bold white letters on both sides of the tank.

  He kicked the stand down, climbed off and held out his hand. “Hey man. That was a better ride than last week that’s for fuckin sure.”

  I shook his hand. “Hey Wez. Yeah, another hot as fuck steamy day to ride, but better than rain. So, you ok with leaving your ride here for a few days? We can get your tank all spiffed up again and fix that brake linkage for you?”

  “Yeah. I got a cage I can get to the Tat shop in, so I’m good. Really appreciate this man.”

  “No problem.” I lit a smoke, wanting to take a quick break and shoot the shit with someone.

  “H
ow’s it going with you and my pretty girl, Tanya? She is a bossy one, aint she?” He chuckled. His eyes crinkled at the corners.

  “You can say that again. I’m not sure what’s going on. We haven’t talked since I stopped by her place that night. After I helped you out, getting your bike up off the road.”

  Wez scratched his stubbled jaw. His mohawk was growing out, showing his natural color of light brown hair. “Huh. Well. When she wants some more of you, she’s got your number.” I sure hoped she did.

  I exhaled a drag. “Hey Wez. Can I ask you something?”

  “Yeah man. What’s up?”

  “You know I’m out. I’m not a Hound anymore.”

  “Yeah. And you made peace with Chaos. But I can’t say that all my brothers care too much for you.”

  “I’m trying to get my act together. I just landed this legit job here at Hardcore Cycles. But I’m living in a shitty motel over the county line. I’m trying to rid myself of the stain the Hounds left on me. I got some cash saved up. Was wondering if you had any brothers or friends looking for a roommate? “

  “Hmm… No.…” He started rubbing his chin again, staring off.

  “Ok. Thanks, Wez. Doesn’t hurt to ask, I guess. “

  “I tell you what. I’ll talk with my brothers. Maybe you could bunk at the clubhouse for a while till you find somewhere to squat that’s better than a motel. You could help out around the place, pay rent to our Treasurer, Shrek.”

  My shoulders felt lighter than it did for the past week. “I owe you, Wez.”

  “No problem man. You helped me out the other night. Not many people in this town would stop to help a biker. Especially one that looks like a crazy mother fucker who just walked off the set of a Mad Max movie!”

  19 Tanya

  Two weeks went by, and no word from Skully. I started a text message several times, but erased it. I wanted to apologize to him for being such a bitch. And my stomach did flips when my phone buzzed with an incoming text, but they were either from Sam, Honey, or other friends. Sam left me a text that Saturday afternoon a few hours before my shift at the salon was over.