by Jenika Snow
He might have told her he wasn’t a selfish bastard, but that was in regards to fucking. When she was in his bed he’d make sure she came just as many times as he did. Her pleasure would get him off, and that’s why he was doing this. For himself.
Keep telling yourself that.
“Why are you doing this?” Her brother addressed him.
Mayhem looked at him, the little asshole that had gotten himself and Butters into this mess. Mayhem wasn’t the type of guy that gave people second chances, and he gathered enough from what he’d dug up and what Butters had told him to know Nathan had done this so many times it was hard to even keep track.
“What difference does it make? I’ll be getting your ass out of deep shit from the Cardonas.”
Nate’s eyes grew wide, and he glanced at his sister. There was a silent conversation seeming to go on. Maybe Nate saw the truth of what was going on in his sister’s eyes. Either way he kept his mouth shut.
“Everything will be okay, Nate,” Butters said.
Despite Mayhem trying not to overhear what they said, because frankly he didn’t fucking care, he couldn’t block out her voice. Knowing she was going to be his, and that he’d agreed to her ridiculous “demand”, only made him harder. She wanted to pretend that they hadn’t done this, that she hadn’t agreed to fuck him to save her brother? That was fine with him. He didn’t care if anyone knew. All he cared about was her in his bed, and him finally getting this need out of him.
“When does the drop off need to be made?” Mayhem asked, needing them to wrap this shit up so they could get on the road.
Nate looked at Mayhem again. “They said I have until the end of the month. After that they go after Renee.”
“Renee?”
“Me,” Butters said. She stood. “That’s my real name, and Nate is the only one that calls me that anymore.”
“I can’t have my sister hurt because I’m a screw-up.”
“I agree,” Mayhem said without any emotion. “No one should have to take the fall for another person’s mistake, but it’s a little late for worrying about that, right?” He glared right at Nate. “You already got her into this, so I have to make sure it’s cleaned up.”
“But why?” Nate asked again.
“Not your business, son. Butters wants to save you, and I want to help her. That’s the end of it.”
“What did you agree to?” Nate looked at Butters and whispered.
“Everything will be fine,” she said in response.
“This family time is nice and all, but we need to go. I need to talk to the club President about this so we can get it cleared up.” He needed to let Fury know, so that the prez at least knew what the fuck was going on. This was Mayhem’s own cash, so it wasn’t like he needed the club’s vote on how to spend it. He wanted Butters, and had enough money saved that this was feasible. But there was something deep down inside of him that wanted to do this to make her happy.
He couldn’t understand it, didn’t even try to figure it out. Since the moment he saw her, he’d wanted her, and each time he looked at her that need grew until it was this obsession, until it was this desire eating him away inside. He’d never pay to have pussy, and never even think about dishing out the kind of cash he was willing to give to Butters just to save someone’s ass, not unless he cared about them.
He didn’t know Butters from the next woman, but there was something about her that had him coming back, watching her, wanting her. It was that obsession that had him doing this crazy as fuck stunt, and dealing with a pretty dangerous mob family.
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“I can’t let you do this for me,” Nate said in a low voice, as Butters was getting ready to leave. She felt this pang in her stomach at the look on his face. If possible he looked even worse today than when he’d shown up at her house the other night.
“I love you, and I know if the roles were reversed you’d do the same for me. You’ll be safe. The Cardonas want their money. If they wanted you dead, well…” She didn’t even want to finish that thought or sentence.
“I promise I’m going to get better, get my shit in gear. I’ll get help and do whatever it takes to be the brother you need and deserve. I can’t have you in this kind of situation anymore.”
She smiled and grabbed his hand, giving it a squeeze. “I think that sounds like a good plan.” What she didn’t comment on was they’d gone down this route before. Maybe after this she should move? Maybe they should pack their shit and go to another town. She didn’t have money saved up, but they would make this work. They just needed a fresh start.
She gave him a hug, and before she let her emotions get the better of her she turned and left. She may not have said how she was getting the money, but Butters could tell from looking at Nate’s face he knew.
“Come on,” Mayhem said with his characteristically hard voice. He led them over to a Harley. She’d only packed a backpack filled with a few outfits, and when she had the straps over her shoulders she climbed on the back of it. She may be doing this for her brother, may even desire Mayhem, but she highly doubted she’d enjoy it. She didn’t even care that he’d said he’d make sure she liked it, because looking at him, she saw a man that was rough all the way around, and spoke his mind without caring what others thought, would probably just be looking out for himself.
“When we get back to my club I’ll speak with the President and then go about contacting the Cardonas. We’ll handle things from here on out.”
She nodded, not saying anything, because truth was she was afraid. What if Sal and the mafia didn’t like that the MC had gotten involved? What if they retaliated on the club? Butters didn’t want anyone else getting hurt because of this, even if the MC could probably handle their own. The Cardona gang could be really dangerous, especially to a lowlife like Nate. They might be newer, but their reach was violent.
“I can tell you’re worrying,” Mayhem said. He was looking at her, and she’d been so lost in her thoughts she hadn’t even realized. “There’s nothing to worry about, okay?”
For some reason she believed him, and that was foolish in itself. Nodding, she watched as he climbed on, his big body fluid despite the impressive, powerful size. The scent of leather and something very manly filled her nose when he was in front of her, and when he started the engine her entire body vibrated from the force.
“You’re going to actually have to touch me, Butters,” he said and looked over his shoulder, his sunglasses already in place. “That or you can fall off the back of the bike.” He flashed her his straight, white teeth, and it was not a pleasant smile, but one of hard masculinity. “And that would be a damn waste, so hold on tight, baby girl.”
She hated the fact he kept calling her “baby” and “baby girl”. She wasn’t his anything. Of course every time he did call her that, this little tingle started taking root in her belly.
Wrapping her arms around his waist, she instantly tensed when he placed his big hand over hers and pushed it lower. She felt the cool metal of his belt buckle, and she wondered if her body was just so damn hot that it felt like a startling contrast to her skin.
Through his t-shirt she felt the ridges of a six-pack, the rolls and hills impressive and very noticeable. The vibrations from the bike had her clit swelling, that humming noise heightening her arousal. It was insane to want anything like this, not just from Mayhem, but also because of the shit going on in her life. She felt a bit of guilt over having these desires, even if she couldn’t help it. Butters felt like she should only be focusing on Nate and worrying about making sure this all played out the way it was supposed to—the way that would save their lives.
“You gotta hold on tight,” he said over the rumble of the bike.
Butters tightened her arms around him, but before she could move more than an inch toward him he used the hold he had on her hands to pull her toward him. Her body collided with his back, and the scent of leather and that spicy, masculine aroma filled her head even more.
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sp; Her hands slid down a little more, and she bit her lip as she felt the very clear and defined bulge of his erection through his jeans. He obviously didn’t care as he didn’t apologize for the fact he had to know she felt it, but then again this was Mayhem. After putting her hands safely on his lower abdomen, she looked up at him. The back of his head was turned slightly, just enough that she could see the corner of his mouth. The asshole was smirking.
Yeah, he was pretty aware she’d just come in contact with his cock, and he clearly liked it.
Pushing all of that aside, she focused on other things. But damn, that was hard. Butters felt every hard outline of his back to her chest, and, closing her eyes because she just couldn’t hold them open any longer, she tried to focus on what was really important here. Looking over to the side after opening them again, she saw Nate by the door, his arm wrapped around his stomach, and his body hunched over slightly. She knew he was in pain, not just physically, but over the situation, too. She hated he wasn’t strong enough to live his life without falling into the wrong situations. It had been like this for so long, but maybe she was the weak one for not making sure he didn’t get into these problems?
What’s done is done. Time to move on, put this behind you, and then see about getting Nate help again.
Mayhem pulled the Harley out onto the road, and she kept her focus on Nate as they sped away. Desertion was about three hours away. She’d never been on the back of a bike before, but she could assume this would be a long ride, and that her ass would be sore by the time she was finished with it.
But as he accelerated, as the time passed, she realized being pressed up against him, the only stability she had on this machine, and the open road rushing beneath her, had this freedom filling her. Butters closed her eyes, and for just a moment, just this second, she imagined herself not being paid to have sex with Mayhem, that her and her brother’s life weren’t in danger, and that the world in general wasn’t as screwed up as it was.
Chapter Six
Mayhem and Butters had arrived at the club an hour ago, and he’d set her up in one of the empty rooms. He hadn’t spoken to Fury yet, but the president wasn’t at the club anyway. Mayhem didn’t even know where to start with explaining this, because even if Mayhem was footing the debt for Nate, he’d brought her to the club, was keeping her here for the time being—well, until he told her she’d be bunking at his place—and that put the club in the middle of this.
The MC was dead as the Patches and prospects were either in the back garage working on bikes, or taking care of business in town, which meant collecting the fees of some of the local businesses to make sure things ran smoothly and no one fucked with them. Desolation was their town, was Bleeding Mayhem territory. They had contracts, so to speak, with businesses, bars and garages, bike shops, and even restaurants.
Those places gave a cut to the club to make sure they weren’t fucked with, that others knew if they were messed with the MC came down on them. It was one form of revenue for them, and the other was the fact they had a small gun running business on the side. Being the transportation, delivering ammunition and weapons, helped supplement so that the club was very well off.
But Mayhem had saved his money, had a nice nest egg, and what he was giving to Butters wasn’t depleting what he had. But if he was only being honest with himself, and despite this being a total fucking sex agreement, Mayhem wanted to make sure she was safe. The very thought of her hurt, of someone threatening her, pissed him off. It was the kind of anger he felt for when the ones he cared about were put in danger. Mayhem didn’t know if he liked that or not, but it didn’t matter because it was there and there wasn’t anything he could do about it.
Just then the front door opened, a swatch of light coming in. Mayhem turned and saw Fury walking in with Dirty and Dealer. Dirty was holding a part for a Harley, and just as filthy as Dealer and Fury.
“When’d you get back?” Fury asked, heading straight for the bar.
“About an hour ago.” Mayhem clapped Dirty and Dealer on the backs, and the two Patches walked to the bar. Fury grabbed some beers and set them on the counter. Dirty and Dealer grabbed the beer, started talking shop to each other, and then went to the back of the club.
“I need to talk to you,” Mayhem said.
“Yeah?” Fury asked, taking a long pull from the bottle and watching Mayhem. The president set the bottle down and wiped his mouth with the back of his forearm. He was dirty with grease, smelled of pot and motor oil, and looked like he hadn’t slept all night.
“I got a woman I brought back from where Claire used to live.”
Fury cocked a brow, but didn’t say anything.
“I made a deal with her.”
“A deal?”
Mayhem nodded. “Her brother is in some trouble and I’m bailing them out, but she’s paying me back in ass.” He didn’t have to be so crude, but the fact was that was who he was, and that’s why Butters was here.
“Trouble?” Fury sounded more alert now.
“Her brother got mixed in with the Cardona gang.”
Fury didn’t respond right away, didn’t even show any emotion after that.
“And how is that your problem?” Fury finally asked. “Last I heard that was some punk-ass group trying to seem like the next big mafia family.”
Mayhem ran a hand over his face, breathing out. “It’s not, but I fucking want her, so I offered to pay his debt.”
“Why the fuck would you do that?”
“I told you.”
Fury shook his head. “So because you’re so damn hard up for some pussy, you offered to get in the middle of a mafia debt? Man, you’re stupider than I thought.” Fury turned around, grabbed two shot glasses and a bottle of scotch, and faced Mayhem again. They didn’t speak as Fury poured them both a shot. Mayhem picked it up and tossed it back. He gestured for another.
“She’s different, makes me feel different.” Mayhem couldn’t even explain it himself.
“Ain’t no pussy worth that kind of drama, man,” Fury said. They stared at each other for a second. “Unless you’re claiming her as an old lady, I’m not sure why you’re telling me this. The club doesn’t get involved in personal matters, Mayhem. You know that.”
Mayhem looked at the bar. Yeah, he knew that. He was the VP of the club, second in command, but whatever it was about Butters that made him go out on a limb with her and her business, had him acting out of character. He was obsessed with her, with having her, he admitted that, and the thought of anyone else touching her, fucking her, had this rage moving through him.
“By the look on your face, and what you’re doing with this girl, sounds like it ain’t just about ass, Mayhem.” Fury poured them round three, and without responding he took his glass and tossed the alcohol back.
“I’m not asking anything more from the club than letting her work the bar for the next week.”
Fury knitted his brows.
“She doesn’t want anyone thinking she’s a whore. Not sure why she gives a fuck,” he shrugged, “but I agreed.”
“Hey, she wants to be the club bitch and serve drinks, I don’t care.” Fury stared at him for a long while.
“What?” Mayhem asked.
“You want her as an old lady, you know the club has your back.”
Mayhem nodded. “I know, but I don’t know how I feel about all this shit.” He ran a hand over the back of his neck. “I just want to get the money to the Cardonas and be done with them.”
Damn, Mayhem was already thinking about Butters as more than just a lay, and he didn’t want to go down that road. He didn’t need a woman in his life, didn’t need an old lady. He was content fucking females. Pussy was just that, and nothing more. He didn’t need a woman that had his back. If the brother wanted a woman, treated her right, and knew that having an old lady meant a hell of a lot of responsibility, then more power to him. But Mayhem had never seen himself with anything like that in his life.
His twin and the club were
the only things important to him.
Yeah? Then why the fuck are you going to such great lengths to help Butters out? Why give her that chunk of change just for some pussy?
“How do you plan on getting a hold of the head of the Cardonas?” Fury asked.
“I got the information I needed from Nate, Butters’s brother.”
Fury nodded and clapped him on the back. “Well, I’m here, and so is the club.” Fury finished off his shot and left Mayhem alone, thinking about all the shit he was getting himself into, and exactly how far he was willing to take this with Butters.
Chapter Seven
“This is your place?” Butters asked, knowing she sounded shocked, but not able to help herself. It had been a full day since she’d been taken to his MC, and although she’d thought she’d be staying within the club, had assumed as much, Mayhem had told her to “grab her shit” because she was going to his place.
They’d driven out about twenty miles away from the club, and when he’d pulled into a dirt road and stopped in front of this one-story house, she was surprised that it was actually very nice and homey in appearance.
“Yeah, why? Not expecting me to have something that didn’t have the ground littered with beer bottles and used condoms?”
She felt her face heat, but would be honest. “Yeah, actually.”
He grunted and climbed out of the driver’s seat of the truck they’d taken. Her backpack was in the back of the truck¸ and she climbed out and rounded the tailgate to grab it.
“I should have brought more,” she said to herself as she grabbed her bag.
“Why?”
She looked over at Mayhem, who leaned against the side of the truck, no emotion on his face. “Because I have, like, two changes of clothes in here for an entire week.”
He moved closer to her. “Baby, you aren’t going to be in many clothes, if any, when you’re at my place anyway.” He took the bag out of her hand. “I wouldn’t worry about that too much.”