Oath Keepers MC: The Collection

by Sapphire Knight

  “Hold onto the counter tightly, Avery. This is going to be rough and fast. I’ll take you again later to make up for it, I promise.” I rumble and undo my jeans button with one hand, eager to feel her around me.

  Pulling my cock free, I pump it twice, grasping and flexing my hand at the tip. Gripping my wallet with my other hand, I stick the leather in my mouth to assist in digging a condom out.

  “Shorty, turn back around a minute and slide this on my dick.” She complies, spinning toward me and taking the condom.

  She drops to her knees and I grit my teeth, picturing her taking my cock deep in her mouth. She lines the condom up with the tip and pushes it on about an inch. She leans forward and rolls the condom using her tongue and lips while taking my cock into her mouth as if she could read my mind.

  Tingles spread rapidly all over my body making me shudder. My groin tightens and I can feel myself dripping pre-cum into the condom, Avery has me so ready. She makes little slurp sounds and I’m about to explode..

  “Fuck, babe.” Yanking her up quickly under her arms, I turn her to face the counter. “Over, now!” I gasp, pushing her to brace herself.

  She grins, bending down and holds onto each side of the counter. I want inside her so bad, I’m shaking like a crack addict. Grabbing my cock roughly, I squeeze it in anticipation.

  Yes.

  Spreading her ass cheeks so I can see the pretty little ass and her pussy, I rub the tip of my cock on her core, coating it in her juices. She squirms and lets out a little mewling sound. My abs contract, flexing tightly as I slide inside and grip firmly onto her hips.

  “You think you can control this?” she puffs.

  “Baby, I know I control this.”

  “Ah, Jesus.”

  Yep. I’m fuckin’ God and you’re going to remember this for the rest of your life. I reach forward and wrap one hand around her delicate neck, then give it a gentle squeeze and I feel her swallow.

  “Please, 2.” Avery begs, and I love every minute of it.

  I hold onto her hip with my other hand and scoot in close to her so my body heat washes over her and warms her back. Rocking my hips back, I slam into her the same time as I flex my fingers around her throat.

  “God, yes,” she screams, her voice muddled by my hand and I replicate my movements a few more times.

  “I feel your perfect pussy squeezing me, Shorty, you gonna’ come like my good girl?” I squeeze her hip again with my other hand and she grinds back into me.

  This pussy’s so damn hungry and I plan to give it exactly what it so badly wants. “I got you, babe,” I grit, panting and start hammering into her. She lets out little whimpers with every thrust.

  Running my hand from her hip to her breast, I squeeze and play with her stiff peaks. Her pussy starts to spasm, gripping my cock frantically. She moans and I tighten my palm, effectively silencing her into a soundless moan. Pulling nearly all the way out to my tip, then I slam home three times, feeling myself go off like a damn volcanic eruption.

  “Fuck me, that’s so good,” Groaning, I dump every drop I have into her core.

  Avery

  And that is one of the reasons why 2’s so special to me—above any other old Joe-shmo. He knows exactly what I love when it comes to sex. No other guy has quite gotten it, but 2 Piece hits it right every time.

  I’ve never been so sexually compatible with a man before. It’ll happen like that over and over with him, until I can’t feel my legs anymore. He’s by far the most erotic, dangerous, most talented man in bed, I’ve ever been with.

  He has other things that stand out to me, other than the sex. His confidence, for example, he seems so sure of himself and knows he has it going on. It’s refreshing; the guys I go to school with are all patsies or tools.

  Maybe it’s because most guys I go to class with are all math nerds. They’re too spineless and dorky to compete. There’s nothing wrong with that; just not my type.

  Then there’s the hot guys I’ve dated from school…they’re all douche canoes or moochers. When you see 2 Piece, he screams ‘I don’t give a fuck what you think.’ I envy that. I wish I didn’t care so much what my mom thinks and about the shit she’s always put me through.

  I wash my hands thoroughly again in the sink. I hate the smell of condoms. For some reason, they have a strange odor to me and leave a weird feeling on my fingers.

  2 Piece does the same, smirking at me while washing his. His cock’s still semi-hard, taunting me. He’s an arrogant ass, I swear. Why do I find that so damn cute?

  “Where’d you go when you left the room, anyhow?” I peer over at him, curiously.

  I can’t help but wonder if he was with the other guys or if there were females around as well. I don’t understand why I’m territorial over him. I hate having jealous feelings. But, the thoughts of him being with another woman eat away in the back of my mind. It makes me want to climb the walls.

  “I was in church,” he shrugs.

  “That’s the room you came out of? You were praying with all those other guys?”

  He chuckles and smiles at me like I’m amusing. “Nah, Shorty. Church is like a ‘meeting’ to discuss club shit. Not sure praying would do some of us any good.”

  “Oh wow, I had no idea,” my cheeks heat.

  I hate being so naïve about his club, but I can’t help it. It’s fascinating and I want to learn everything about it that I can. “What do you guys talk about in there?”

  “I can’t discuss club shit with you. I’m sure London’s told you we don’t share club business with anyone,” he mutters, becoming a touch defensive.

  “No, I never asked her before, and she’s never said anything. I won’t tell anyone if that’s the issue.”

  “No, I believe you wouldn’t say anything, but I just can’t. I’ll tell you one thing though, so you can stay smart and safe. The kid on the couch is the President’s son, and someone screwed with him. That’s why Niko’s here and that’s why you need to be careful if you leave the club or London’s house. You hear?”

  “Okay, I’ll be careful. I already promised Niko I’d behave and stay out of the way, but if you need any help, just ask.”

  “All right, Avery enough about this. Let’s get out to the bar, I want a drink. I’m sure you must be hungry by now too.”

  As soon as he mentions food my stomach grumbles. I haven’t eaten since way earlier. It must have not been bothering me because I’ve been either excited or upset.

  “I’m starving and not-like -eat-half-a-cow-but-a-whole-one starving,” I share with a grin. He wraps his arm around me and walks me out of the bathroom then down the hallway.

  “You, can eat a whole cow, huh? There’re some bags of chips behind the bar you can have, but no cow. We do need to try and keep you energized though.”

  Keep me energized, hmm? It sounds like it’s going to be a fun night. We get to the bar and nearly everyone has cleared out. I notice the guy on the couch 2 Piece was talking about and also the scary guy from earlier.

  Snuggling closer to 2, I wrap my hands around him, so I’m hugging him to me and I can bury my face in his chest.

  “Hey, Shorty, what’s up?” he mutters and gently lifts my chin with his finger.

  Since when did I become this shy, quiet chick? I’m always loud and bouncing around. It’s pretty intimidating being inside a clubhouse with a bunch of beefy bikers everywhere.

  “Um, nothing. It’s just that, well, the guy speaking to the President’s son is kind of scary. He wasn’t exactly friendly when you were fighting with Niko. He’d glared at me like he was going to step on me or something. Oh shit, is Nikoli okay? Where is he?”

  “I don’t know, he’s probably doing something about a problem we’re dealing with right now. And yes he’s fine, still an asshole Russian though.”

  I shove against his stomach when he talks about Niko and then find a spot at the bar. I scooch onto one of the stools and. 2 Piece pushes my legs apart gently, coming to stand between them. He
cages me in with his hands resting on the counter behind me.

  When he bites his bottom lip; all I can imagine is him eating my pussy, while I stare at his sexy mouth. He leans in and kisses the tip of my nose and I blink. That was so saccharine; no one ever kisses me sweetly like that.

  I lick my lips and give him a small smile in return; he’s pretty damn perfect in my eyes. However, h needs to back off from Niko. I can’t have the guy I care for and my best friend fighting with each other, that won’t fly with me.

  “Nikoli’s my best friend. You need to be nice,” I declare and give him the look.

  “It’s all good, free bird. And Spin? What the fuck? Spin’s easy going, baby.”

  “Uh, no. Pretty sure he’s a jerk, if the look he gave me was any indication.”

  He huffs and turns toward the hot, mean guy, “Spin, the fuck you do to my girl over here?”

  Spin turns and flashes a yummy smile, looking guilty like he got caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

  Oh, he has dimples! I love dimples.

  “I didn’t do a fucking thing, bro. Bitch was trying to jump in the mix and get people hit and shit.” He sounds just like Jax from Sons of Anarchy and I swear my panties are going to melt right the fuck off. He looks nothing like him, but sweet Lord, that voice.

  “Ah, gotcha’,” 2 Piece nods and faces me, looking like he just solved world hunger.

  “What exactly was that, just now?” I scrunch up my nose.

  “What?” He grabs a beer and a bag of Doritos, then sits at the bar next to me.

  “Uh, that whole three-word conversation y’all just had. What was that? I don’t see how that resolved anything at all. It was just weird.”

  “Nah, Shorty, you were trying to jump into shit. You’re lucky he didn’t lock your ass in a closet somewhere.”

  A closet, no, I don’t think so. I totally would’ve bitten his fine ass if he tried that shit.

  “Yeah right, locked me in a closet- ha.” I roll my eyes and chuckle to myself.

  “Avery, I’m serious. You try to get into the middle of some shit and a brother will lock you up to keep you safe. Baby, you’re so little. Could you imagine if Niko or I hadn’t seen you and hit you by accident? We don’t hit to play around; we do it to cause some damage. I’d never forgive myself if you got hurt like that, because of me.”

  Well, I understand the logic, but it doesn’t mean I have to like it. I nod. I’m not trying to have an entire new fight tonight.

  “Come on, free bird, grab your chips and let’s go to the room. I’ll keep Ares out, I promise.”

  Cheeky fucker.

  “Gee thanks. But, I wouldn’t mind him coming around now, if you’re in the mix.” I wink.

  He flashes a wolfish grin. “Cool, Shorty, if you’re really down, then I’ll tell him what’s up. You’ll enjoy yourself, I promise.”

  I smirk and nod again.

  If I’m down, are you kidding me? Having two gorgeous men taking me, at the same time? Not much of a decision to make there.

  His smile grows at my exaggerated nodding. “I don’t think you know what you’re getting yourself into, baby.”

  “I guess you’ll just have to show me, huh, big boy?”

  He chuckles loudly and pulls me along into his room.

  Chapter 6

  2 Piece

  One week later…

  “Avery Marie, just pick out the damn candy bar you want and let’s fucking roll out already. You’ve been staring at that candy display for a good three minutes.”

  She sends me an irritated look, as if I’m the one in the wrong. Yet it’s her ass that’s been being stubborn and not picking a damn candy out. I understand there’re fifty different ones to choose from, but come on.

  I personally prefer Three Musketeers. Grabbing one for myself, it’ll be the perfect snack for tonight after I have my fun with her. She usually enjoys ice cream after we’ve fucked. I like chocolate or a sandwich.

  She’s usually too tired afterward to make me a sandwich though, so I’ve developed a bad candy habit. I’ve started hitting the gym room with Cain the past few days to help with that problem. I can’t have my baby pinch me in any other spots, teasing about more of me to hold on to. Crazy damn woman.

  I’m sick of waiting, so I huff, “Fine, Shorty, I’ll pick five of those bitches and you can have the one you want out of those.”

  If anything, I’ll eat what she doesn’t. I go to reach for a few candy bars and she snatches my wrist.

  Peering over, I shoot her a ‘what the fuck look’. Has this bitch lost her fuckin’ mind?

  She whispers and I lean a little closer so I can hear her. “Shh, I’m taking forever because that creepy dude over there’s been staring and following us around the store.”

  I start to glance up to find the dude she’s worried about, but she squeezes my hand tighter. “No, don’t look now. He’ll know I said something.”

  “I don’t give a flying fuck what any cocksucker thinks. I’ll squash a dipshit with my boot if he starts tripping,” I hiss and glance wherever the fuck I want to.

  Fuck, no way. She wasn’t kidding.

  There’s no mistaking the guy whose busy staring at us. He’s wearing a cut that has a large patch with green snakes twisted together. Motherfucker. Shit.

  Glancing towards the opposite side, I see Joker stitched on his name patch. He looks like a fucking joker all right. Pale white skin, shaved head with short blond hair and pale eyes.

  He cocks his head in return as I look him over, and glowers. I don’t fucking think so. I lift my top lip and snarl back.

  “We need to go, baby. I don’t know if asshat over there has any buddies with him. Put your candy down and come on.” I grab her arm and stare him down while we walk out. “Call Niko and tell him to call Prez and let them know we have a reptile problem in town.”

  “Okay,” she mumbles, panicked, as she glances around and quickly shuffles out of the grocery store. She pulls her phone out of her back pocket and calls straight away as we walk to my black hog.

  I climb on and she jumps on behind me with my assistance. She’s gotten better at riding, but she’s still not great. I take one of my pieces out of the back holster and slip it down into my boot. You never know if this fucker is feeling froggy or not.

  “Give it to me to hold. I don’t want it to fall out of your boot.” She orders.

  I must say that surprises the fuck out of me. I can’t believe the thought of my gun doesn’t make Avery squeamish in the least bit. I pull it back out in plain sight, so the Snake can see I’m not screwing around.

  I hand it over to Avery and then lay on the throttle. I have a feeling I’m going to have to cruise around for a long time if I don’t want him to follow me back to the club.

  “Hold on tight, Shorty. If he gets too close, I’m going to have to lose him.”

  She scoots in closer and her arms tighten into an iron grip. She has more muscle in those skinny arms than I’d expected. I know she’s scared, she’s quiet and Avery’s a fucking chatterbox around me when it’s just the two of us. She likes to talk over my shoulder when we ride and I just listen.

  I feel her face scrunched into my back like she’s hiding, I don’t blame her either. She knows something crazy is going on at the club, especially if we’re calling the Russians to come and help out. Prez wants immediate retaliation. Luckily, Ares could talk him down a little.

  Once the Nomads get into town, though, there’s no holding back. The Nomads should be rolling in today or tomorrow and they mean business. With the names Exterminator and Nightmare, I’d be scared to be on the receiving end of a confrontation with any of those guys.

  “He’s still behind us,” Avery yells out and tucks her head into my back again.

  “Babe, stop looking back there. I have mirrors that can see him.” I holler back and concentrate on the road in front of us.

  I wonder what his plan is, following me around. I give the throttle some more juice and pic
k up speed. The wind chops through my hair, and I feel Avery’s fingers flex against my abs. The bike vibrates through my body as I grip the handles tightly and the rumble of the engine grows with the extra shot of fuel sent to it.

  I glance to the mirror. That fucker is getting closer; I knew this wasn’t some friendly visit. A high-pitched scream rings out from Avery and I have to stop myself from swerving.

  “Ah, shit, he has a gun, 2 Piece. Go, go, go!”

  As soon as her words register, I give it even more gas and roar down the busy street. My gut compresses in anticipation of what’s to come. A spike of adrenaline kicks in and I weave in and out of traffic, trying to calm my shaking and not throw Avery off the back.

  The blaring sounds of horns go off all around us. The drivers probably think I’m some thuggish biker driving around like an irresponsible fuckwit. If these people only knew that I was trying to get away from a gun, they’d most likely shit themselves.

  I’d throw my finger to the idiot honking at us if my mind wasn’t elsewhere. You don’t honk at people in Texas, especially a goddamn biker. Your ass could end up shot or in a fist fight.

  I’m too busy attempting to dodge this Snake behind me to pay attention to some nerd getting brave inside a fucking Toyota. Bet the little douche wouldn’t be doing shit if we were face-to-face somewhere.

  There’s a loud pop and I floor it. The fuck’s shooting at us, I know it. I hope Avery puts that Glock to use and rings his ass back. Maybe he’ll wreck or something and I can lose him enough to get to the club in one piece.

  “It was a tire, on a car back there. It went out.” Avery screams loudly so I can hear her over the roar of my engine and the wind.

  Looking in the side mirror I watch as a car pulls off to the side. She must be right and it’s the best fucking thing for us. It screwed up traffic enough that the Snake’s stuck trying to get through the cluster.

  This area is horrible for accidents, especially with the never ending road construction going on. There seems to be someone in a wreck or getting a flat every time I ride on it as well. Granted, that’s not much, but still. I’m going to take every advantage of this right now.