Oath Keepers MC: The Collection

by Sapphire Knight

  I love it there, just wasn’t too impressed with the colleges. UT had so many cool things to offer someone looking for a new life. Here, I get to branch out on my own and not worry about my parents butting into everything. My mom and dad are the hippy, free-spirit types but also super nosey when it comes to their daughter. You can only tell a person to stay out of your stuff so many times, until you up and move to another state.

  I grew up closer to my father. My pops has short, brown hair and he’s going bald. However if you mention it, he’ll tell you that he just had a haircut.

  He’s always wearing a smile and it’s one of my favorite things about him. Dad’s a very intelligent man and has a passive personality. He just goes with the flow and follows Mom around like a devoted puppy, nodding at whatever she says. Personally, I think she drove him crazy a long time ago and gave in, submitting to her dominant persona.

  My mother leans more towards the bitchy side. We butted heads a lot while I was growing up. I’m stubborn and she’s tenacious, and it doesn’t mix well.

  She wanted me to be a doctor or something vital like that. I finally got her to back off with me being in accounting. I guess she believes those kinds of jobs are important.

  I believe the jobs that help animals and keep people safe are much more significant. Like the shelter volunteers at animal clinics or the soldiers fighting in the war. Of course, being a doctor is important, but just not my kind of important—not my calling. She probably wishes she had a different kid, and I don’t blame her. I’ll most likely do a whole lot of nothing with my life and I’ll live with it, not her.

  I’m normally a happy, outgoing person, but I’ve been in a bit of a funk lately. I don’t know why I’m sad or where these emotions have come from. I think it’s probably because I’m at a crossroads in my life and I’m not exactly where I want to be right now. I should’ve gone to school for something I’d enjoy and be happy doing

  I’d love to travel the country and help in different situations. Maybe assist when there’s some sort of a disaster and they need volunteers or something. That sounds like it’d be a fulfilling job to have.

  I know it’d make me appreciate more of what little I do already have. I can’t imagine the devastation some people experience, dealing with the different tragedies. Or even the animals, I’d love to help and work with animals.

  The world is full of selfish people, just sitting around doing nothing. It’d be a much better place if more people helped out and were kind to one another. That’s one good attribute my parents have; they volunteer a lot. When I go home, I volunteer at the oceanography labs and love it. When my parents visit here, they usually have a Habitat for Humanity project or something related to volunteer for.

  With me being a poor student living on my barista’s wages, if they visit, they have to stay in a hotel. They’ll stop over for a short period of time which keeps the visit nice and not too overwhelming. I go back to Florida around once a year for Christmas, the one time they do send me money.

  Don’t get me wrong, I had a great childhood growing up. I was very fortunate to have them. My parents are just control freaks when it comes to me, probably because I’m their only child and they were so crazy when they were younger. I think that’s one reason why I’m so free-spirited now; it backfired on them. My mother tells me to do something, and I automatically venture in the opposite direction.

  “Shit!” Niko curses loudly in Russian, making me jump. Turning quickly, I scan over his body to check for what could possibly be wrong but he just looks angry. The coffee cup is on the table and he has a hand grasping each of his thighs.

  “What? What happened?” I ask, concerned. His pale Russian face is flushed and he’s taking deep breaths. He sends me an irritated look.

  “This is so hot, why must you make it burn my tongue? Every time, you make great coffee you make it scorching hot. It smells great, I love the flavor, yet you burn my tongue. Every time. Why?” He sticks his tongue out and fans it.

  I giggle. He gets so worked up. I’m surprised he even spoke that in English. Normally it would have flown out in Russian.

  “Come on, Niko, you know I have to help keep things interesting for you.” He shakes his head at me and grunts.

  He goes to the sink and fills a glass with cold water then drinks it all in three big gulps. Geez, no wonder he eats burgers so fast. Do you even taste anything at that point though? I probably shouldn’t point out that he looks like an angry tomato right now.

  “We are friends, yet I can still spank you,” he grumbles seriously and points at me.

  I bust out laughing. Right, that man has never spanked me no matter how many times we fucked. He’s a gentle lover, yet a beast when someone upsets him enough.

  “You, my friend, have been around Tate too much. I’m seventy-five percent sure I’m kinkier than your ass and would be the one to spank you first,” I admit and wear my cocky smirk proudly.

  He grins then chuckles lowly. “So, he rubs off,” he shrug, replying sheepishly.

  It makes me laugh even more. “Ah no, pretty sure Emily rubs him off now,” I sputter.

  Niko rolls his eyes and chuckles louder. “Yeah, man, that’s what she said!”

  It’s my turn to roll my eyes at him. He always ends sentences with ‘That’s what she said.’ “Real cute, Niko. All you’re missing is a pony shirt.”

  “No, I have pony shirt,” he mutters seriously, and I start rolling in giggles again. I love him. He has no idea how much fun he is. I swear I’m going to pee if he doesn’t stop.

  “Okay, okay, okay,” I take a deep breath then exhale to calm down a bit. “No more giggle fest ninety-nine.” I inhale another breath and prepare to talk as fast as possible before Niko can interrupt me. “SoIreallywanttogotoTexaswithyoureallyreallybad,” I mumble and gaze at him with my puppy dog eyes.

  “What was that just now? You sound like jumbled kitten.”

  I grin and repeat myself slowly, “I want to go with you to Texas, please. I want to go really, really badly. And, I’ll stay out of your way, I promise.”

  He sighs a bit disgruntled, “No way, José, I’m working. I don’t want anything to happen to you if it goes bad,” he shakes his head and places his hands on his hips.

  “Please, Niko, Please! I’ll stay out of your way. Hey, I could maybe even help out a tiny bit, if you needed me to. You never know, you could require my assistance,” I nod in an exaggerated say yes motion, and then clasp my hands in front of me, begging dramatically.

  “Oh my God,” he groans and rubs his hand over the back of his neck. He sits back at the table, leaning forward he rests his elbows on his muscular thighs with his fingers rubbing his temples.

  I jump in quickly to keep working on persuading him. He’s getting weaker; only a little more and he will give in.

  “Yes, that’s it. I can totally help you with anything. And I swear to stay out of your way. Please?” I whine.

  It’s not my finest moment, but desperate times call for desperate measures. I’ll flat out beg if need be. This could be my mini vacation I desperately have to have but can’t afford to go on alone. Not only that, but I will get to see London and 2 Piece.

  He shakes his head, chewing on the inside of his lip for a second. “Fine, you can tag along. Only if you stay out of my business though, no poking nose in Niko’s stuff. I will be helping Cain’s motorcycle club with a problem. You can see London.”

  I squeal and jump into his lap to hug him. He just made my whole day—hell, my whole week. “Awesome, Thank you! So, um, when exactly do we leave?” I squeeze his neck and the stand back up.

  He glances at his silver-colored watch then looks back at me, not in the slightest rush. “In forty-two minutes.”

  I blink a few times and process what he said.

  “Shit…forty minutes. Okay, I’m packing right now then. I need to bring basically everything. Call the shop for me, please Niko. Tell Dillan I’m flying home to Florida for an emergency and I’m so
rry. I’ll be back as soon as possible,” I call out, already jogging for my closet and begin yanking random clothes off hangers.

  I throw a handful of shirts and a hoodie on the bed then go through my flimsy plastic drawers to grab shorts, panties, and a few pairs of socks. I turn to pack it all up and some black material catches my eye.

  I pivot back slowly and pull the material out to hold it in front of me. Yep, this dress needs to come too. If we go out anywhere, I’m totally wearing this shit. It’s a short, fitted dress with a flowy bottom that lands mid-thigh on me. It has a hot pink, satin ribbon that runs down one side of it, and it’s my favorite dress in the world.

  Grabbing my bag up, I dump my school books n the middle of my bedroom floor. Then head for my bathroom, stuffing all of my toiletries into my now empty purple backpack. Oh, new pink and blue nail polishes? Yep, need them too. Never know when you might want to paint your toenails.

  I zip the bag up and throw it over my shoulder. Next, I snatch my weekender bag from my bed and stuff my clothes in quickly. Once I’m loaded down, I head back to Niko, determined not to make him late.

  He smiles and nods when he sees me. “Not bad, Bean, but are you going in your pajamas?”

  My confident gaze flicks downward, over my attire. .

  Fuck! I’m still wearing pajamas.

  A sheepish grin overtakes my mouth and I hold up one finger. I twist around and take off running to change, hearing him laugh loudly behind me.

  Crazy man has called me Bean after coffee beans since I made him his first cup of coffee.

  I pull on my daisy duke jean shorts then a black, fitted V-neck style-shirt and make my way to the front door. Niko chuckles, amused and high fives me on my way out. This isn’t the first time he’s waited on me to change and I get faster with each pass.

  “Let’s get this road trip started!” I cheer and I climb into his blue Silverado.

  I routinely plug my phone in and turn on my playlist. I’m the automatic DJ each time I ride with him. He learned not to touch the radio because I will not hesitate to smack his hand out of the way or titty twist him.

  I select “The Rockafeller Skank” by Fatboy Slim and crank the volume up, then buckle my seat belt. Turning to Niko I’m wearing an excited grin on my face and am met with his beaming smile. He starts bopping his head to the beat, happy to not be stuck on this trip alone any more. Only sixteen hours to go until Texas.

  Chapter 3

  2 Piece

  I hear some catcalling and peek over at the brothers. They’re busy staring out one of the open bay doors of the garage.

  Taking a swig of my longneck, I make my way over to them. It’s probably a new club slut or something. We’ll all fuck her most likely, so not much to get too wound up over.

  “Look at dat’ ass, man.” Smiles appreciates and lets loose a low whistle. He rubs his hands together like he’s about to get to touch it or some shit.

  “I’ll take her off that Russian and keep her busy,” Capone comments then smiles wolfishly.

  I wonder if Tate showed up for an impromptu visit. If he hears the brothers talk about Emily that way, he’ll end up busting someone’s damn knees out. Emily’s far from a club whore, she’s high class ass now that she’s in deep with the mafia.

  “Nah, anybody tappin’ that, it’ll be me or 2 Piece, bet.” Ares states and, shakes his head at the others.

  Gazing out into the parking lot, I discover what they’re talking about. Or rather, who they’re jonesin’ over.

  Niko’s giant Russian ass is standing next to his truck talking to Cain and beside him is a shorty with light brown hair and an ass those daisy dukes were fucking made for.

  Good Lord, it’s perfection. I have to say a silent prayer of thanks and then check her booty out again. Ares has it right; one of us will be hitting that, no doubt.

  She jumps up and down excited, using her hands as she speaks. Whatever it is, she seems happy to be here. I just want to see her bounce like that from the front.

  Might as well get my foot in the door and introduce myself.. Just in case she’s not Niko’s chick and I can get in her panties later.. I set my beer down on the concrete and look to the brothers wearing a mischievous grin. They shake their heads at me, grumbling to themselves. They know if I get ahold of her first, their chances all drop significantly. They won’t get to test her out until I’m all done and bored with her.

  I trek over towards them and Cain glances at me. I give him a small smirk in greeting and he flashes a grin. Fucker probably knows the exact reason why I’m heading over here.

  Niko turns toward me and smiles, “2 Piece, how’s it going?”

  I grin and nod my hello to him. He puts his hand out and we do a classic handshake as a sign of respect since we belong to different affiliations. The Mafia likes to keep everything formal and business like if you aren’t a part of their family.

  They’ve dialed it down a few notches with us, since Tate and Cain are close now. I’m glad it’s his ass dealing with the Mafia and not mine. I’m not trying to get all wound up with them. People think bikers are crazy; Mafia Bosses can be just as ruthless.

  “‘Sup man,” I reply and the brunette spins to face me. A wide smile spreads across her face and she sprints the few feet between us, coming straight for me.

  Holy shit, it’s Avery!

  I bear down as she jumps into my arms and the brothers start hootin’ and hollering behind me. A few send out loud wolf whistles as well.

  I probably look like a damn pimp right now. None of them know that I’ve been with Avery a few times already. I’ve always kept her to myself whenever she’d visit and very few people have met her before. The only one who knows how much time she and I have spent together is Cain or London. Ares has run into her from time to time when she’s sneaked down the hallway in the clubhouse.

  She beams up and I can’t stop the grin overtaking my own. She’s so fucking gorgeous, she makes my breath catch.

  “‘Sup, Shorty,” I rasp. Damn, she’s got me worked up a little and I’ve barely seen her face. Swallowing, I wet my lips, trying to shake off the feelings she gives me.

  She watches me do it, then copies and licks her lips. Avery’s gaze meets mine briefly before flicking back to my mouth. I love that this bitch is wild for me whenever she’s around.

  Dipping my head, I nod, silently telling her to go for it. She leans in, our lips meeting and the sensations overtake my body. I’ve kissed her many times before when we’ve been together in the past. It seems like my mouth misses hers more each time we’re apart.

  I wrap my arms tighter around her until she’s molded along the front of my frame. In response, she yanks on my hair, hard, kissing me with passion. She nibbles on my top lip, drawing it between her own.

  Yanking my head back, I dip back in for a more controlling kiss. Avery likes me to get a little kinky and demanding with her sometimes. My left hand goes under her ass as I grip her thighs tightly. She moans as I flex my fingers against her skin.

  Avery gets me so damn hard when I touch her, that I want to lay her down on the hood of the truck to the right of us. My body demands it that I spread her legs, nice and wide, then fuck her hard to make up for the lost time. She pulls away and I kiss down her neck and suck on a few tender spots, relishing in her giggles.

  Leisurely, I lift my head away from her throat. My scruff tickles her flesh, as I move until I get close to her ear where I whisper, “I’ve missed you, Shorty.” I glide her frame down my body easily and hold her steady until she gets her bearings.

  The apples of her cheeks tint a bit and it causes a few of her adorable freckles pop against the color. She gazes up at me through her eyelashes with her bedroom eyes and I grit my teeth as she softly admits, “I’ve missed you, too, 2 Piece.”

  Nikoli places his hand on my shoulder and I glance over at him curiously. “If I knew you were the real reason she wanted to ride along, I would not have made her beg to come with me,” he shares jovially and
I chuckle.

  Avery reaches over, shoving him and he laughs. She glares and if looks could kill, he’d probably be in an icy tundra at the moment. “Shut it, Niko. You don’t have to broadcast it!” This time blushes furiously and turns, so her back is to us and we can’t see her embarrassed.

  I think it’s pretty fucking cute though.

  “Oh yes, you want broadcast?” he teases, louder and she squeals.

  She spins around quickly and yells, “No- Just, no. Don’t broadcast, please, Niko.”

  He belly laughs and she shoots me a bashful look. I just grin and shake my head. She doesn’t need to be embarrassed about shit, especially not over wanting to see me. It sounds to me like she was all over the chance to come visit.

  My dick throbs as I take her in from top to bottom. Her light auburn colored hair falls past her shoulders in layers and she has sweet, honey brown irises. She’s short, about five foot five, and curvy but still slim. She’s got some junk in her trunk but not much up top.

  It’s all good; she can fuck like no tomorrow. I take in her tiny shorts again and my cock throbs for her, confined away. Avery’s my type to a T, damn near perfection in my eyes. I’d never admit it to her though.

  Ares chin-lifts at Avery, and she gives him a little finger wave with a flirty grin back. He eats that shit up and glances at me, gloating. He wants a piece of her and she just gave him some attention. I don’t know if I should be jealous or not, part of me says yes and the other tells me not to be.

  She tilts her head a touch, squinting and trying to get a read on me. She knows I need to have some booty frequently or I become grouchy and have stomach aches. My eyebrow shoots up and she shakes her head, shooting me down. “Humph.” I grumble and roll my eyes.

  Whatever. She’ll want it later on, after she gets a few drinks in her. She’s a wild one when she has alcohol thrumming through her blood.