by Shyla Colt
Evonne shrugged. “I’m just saying.”
“All right, you might not have the stick up your ass I assumed you did,” Crazy muttered.
“I’m not usually a bitch. You kind of caught me at a bad time,” Evonne replied, quickly making peace. He guessed she didn’t earn that big-ass client list by misreading people. Her easy management of the surly brother was actually impressive. She held out her hand. “Truce.”
Crazy made a fist. “Truce, pound it.”
She complied and Rocky shook his head. Unbelievable. “Hey, Summer, can I get a whiskey straight up and…Firecracker, you’re drinking?”
“Just soda, water, whatever’s cold. I’m not picky.”
“You got it.” Summer spun around, giving him a nice view of her ass in the tiny black booty shorts she wore with a pair of high-top Converses. Relatively new to the fold, she’d been acquired to settle a blood debt. Her honey-brown hair gave her light-brown skin and blue eyes an exotic flare. She returned with their drinks a few minutes later.
“Thanks.”
“No problem.”
“Summer, come here and give me a refill,” Smoother yelled.
“Duty calls.” Summer tapped the bar beside Evonne. “But let me know if you need anything else, okay?”
“Okay.” Evonne smiled and Rocky could see the surprise in her eyes.
Women often mislabeled the females who lived in this life. Truth was, each and every one of them, male and female, came from different walks of life. The club offered each one of them something, and they stayed for a variety of reasons. The only stable and accepting family he’d ever known. Mayhem would always be top priority. Who else could offer him that unfailing devotion? His own mother couldn’t.
“She’s nice,” Evonne noted.
“You sound surprised.” He took a sip of the whiskey, enjoying the way it burned down his throat and warmed his belly.
“Kind of am.” Evonne tilted her head. “I’m not sure what I expected, honestly.”
“Ain’t like the movies, Firecracker. We’re people with different personalities, motivations and attitudes. Same as everyone else.”
“Yeah, I know that. I just…” She shrugged.
Rocky smirked. “I was just busting your balls.”
She elbowed him and he smirked.
“Hey, Rocky.” The sultry voice that normally made his dick stand at attention now made him feel like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. He turned and smiled at the curvy blonde with hazel eyes and a ten-thousand-dollar rack. “Hey, Bunny.”
“I didn’t hear you got an old lady,” she said, eyeballing Evonne.
“Uh, that’s because I didn’t,” he said with a frown.
“Oh,” she purred. “I just wanted to check. Didn’t want to disrespect anyone.” The question in Bunny’s hazel eyes was clear as glass.
“This here is Firecracker, Bun.” He wrapped an arm around Evonne’s waist and pulled her closer to him. “Remember the name because you’ll be seeing a lot of her.”
“Oh?” Bunny arched a perfectly shaped eyebrow.
“Yeah, that’s how we roll,” Evonne stated, furrowing her brow and nodding.
Bunny huffed. “Well, I guess I’ll take my company elsewhere then.” She sashayed off, her curls bouncing with every step.
“Why did you do that?” Evonne asked.
“Do what?” Rocky downed the rest of his drink.
“Send her off. I’m in the clubhouse. I can’t get much safer than that.”
“So, what…you expect me to leave you alone in here?”
“Yeah. What else are you going to do? Remain by my side every minute we’re here?”
“Not every minute but pretty much yes, that’s the gist of it. Anything happens to you and I’m toast, Firecracker. Besides, I wasn’t in the mood for blondes anyway.” He winked, ignoring his own confusion. She was right. He could’ve left her alone while he got a little something. But the blonde who never disappointed suddenly held no appeal. “You know how to play pool?” he asked.
“Yeah, I got a brother in the navy, plus…” She tapped her head. “Math minded.”
“You think you can take me?” He chuckled.
“Oh, I know I can.”
“Bet. We’ll settle this shit now.” He stood. “Come on, Firecracker, I want to see you eat those words.”
“Hmm, don’t think I’m going to be the one eating crow, my friend.” She slid from the stool.
Rocky grew still and held his breath, as the skirt stopped scant millimeters from being indecent. His hands ached to cup her firm ass and he shoved them in his pocket. Damn, I got a jones going on for her body.
“Rack ‘em and I’ll break?” she asked.
“Of course, ladies first.”
“Cute.” Evonne shook her head and went over to the wall, testing the weight of the pool sticks. A tiny smile curved her full lips upward and she nodded.
“Why do I suddenly feel like I’m about to be hustled?” Rocky joked, gathering the balls and placing them in the rack.
“Oh no, I’m being very vocal about the fact I’m going to murder you,” Evonne said.
“What? You getting trash-talked by this tiny thing?” Casanova asked.
Rocky scowled at the bronzed blond with bright-blue eyes women went ape-shit for.
“It’s only trash talk when it’s not true,” Evonne said.
“Damn, you’re a ballsy bitch. I like that.” Casanova stared at her.
“Down, Romeo. She’s not a biker bunny and you know it,” Rocky said, more annoyed than he should be.
“Never said she was.” Casanova held up his hands.
“You didn’t have to, jackass. Move, we’re playing a game,” Rocky grumbled, narrowing his eyes.
“You staking your claim on her then, Rock?” Casanova asked.
“Because my interest doesn’t matter?” Evonne interjected.
“What?”
The shock on Casanova’s face made Rocky laugh.
“Sorry, you’re not my type,” Evonne said with a shrug.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Casanova exclaimed.
“Yeah…me and pretty parted ways recently.”
“Well shit. Guess I’ll sit back and watch her hand you your ass,” Casanova said, leaning against the wall.
Rocky shook his head.
“You sure you want me to break?” Evonne asked, while walking around to stand in front of him.
“Oh, I’m positive,” Rocky said, eyeballing her tiny skirt.
She rolled her eyes and bent over with an air of confidence that told him she hadn’t been overconfident. “Did I mention pool was the only thing my brother and I both liked, so we spent a lot of time bonding over it?”
A deafening crack sounded and he watched in disbelief as four balls sank into the pockets. Three solids and one striped.
“Solids,” she called out in a singsong voice.
Her smug tone made him want to put her over his knee and throttle her ass.
Casanova laughed. “Yeah, I think it’s much more entertaining here than anywhere else right now.”
“You some kind of a pool shark?” Rocky accused.
“We’re not playing for anything,” Evonne said. Her eyes narrowed in confusion.
“Oh yeah, you are, his pride,” Casanova drawled.
“A man like Rocky knows his worth doesn’t lie in the ability to sink balls into holes.” She peered up at him between her long lashes. “Isn’t that right?”
At the look in her eyes his dick went hard. “Damn straight. Now take the next shots, so I can get one step closer to my comeback.”
“Yellow ball, back corner pocket.” She pointed her stick.
Rocky walked up behind her and pressed his cock into her ass.
She gasped.
“You didn’t think I was going to play fair, did you?” he asked.
“S-silly me,” she whispered.
“Now, let me see you make that shot.” He ran his
hands up along her legs.
Her body trembled and her hand wavered once before she took the shot, sinking the ball.
Casanova hooted.
“Oh, mama, game on.” Rocky cupped the curve of her ass.
He could swear he heard her purr in her throat. “You like what I do to you, don’t you?”
“Yes.” She swallowed. “But I’m still going to kick your ass at this game.”
He chuckled. “We’ll see.” Stepping back, he let her line up her next shot.
“Red ball, right side pocket.” She pointed her stick and he took in the stiffness of her frame. Anticipation could be a weapon that could give pleasure when wielded correctly and he found himself wanting to please this little woman more than he should. He sauntered over and ran a fingertip down her spine, careful to keep his distance from the rest of her body.
She inhaled and took the shot. It sank in smoothly. “I think I want you to keep making them. This is much more fun.”
Her breath came in tiny puffs of air he wanted to steal. Thoughts of sucking her plump bottom lip into his mouth had his cock straining against his jeans.
Evonne cleared her throat, rolled her neck and her shoulders, and then stood up straight. “B-blue ball, left corner pocket.” She walked around the table.
Rocky followed her every step of the way, gaining proximity until his body was flush up against hers.
Muscles tense, she leaned over and tried to line up her pool stick. Her hand wavered.
At her pause, he reached around to caress the skin of her thighs just below her miniskirt. “Do you think you could still make the shoot if my fingers were deep inside your pussy right now?” The clack of a pool stick meeting the cue ball made her jump. He placed a hand on her waist. “Feel what you do to me, Firecracker?”
“Yes.”
“Do you really want to finish this game?”
She nibbled at her bottom lip. “I—” She swallowed. “Y-yes.”
“Jesus Christ, do you want to make this a private party?” Casanova asked with shock.
“Firecracker?”
“I—” She licked her lips as she stalled.
He laughed. “Get the hell out of here, man,” Rocky said to Casanova, answering for her. “This is between her and me.” He slipped his fingers under her skirt and brushed her heated core through her panties. “So wet for me.”
Casanova backed out of the pool room.
Her eyes were wide and pupils dilated as she studied him over her shoulder.
He removed his hand and stepped back. “Choose your next shot.”
She bit her bottom lip again.
Unable to resist, Rocky leaned forward to flick over the swollen flesh of her lip with his tongue.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
“You’re sexy when you’re so determined.”
“Damn you,” she sneered.
Her desire-thickened voice made him want to push her up against the table and take her roughly.
She turned to study the table, breathing hard. “C-corner pockets, purple and orange.” She wobbled away.
Rocky allowed her to line up the cue ball before he took up what was fast becoming his favorite position. “Best game of pool I’ve ever played.”
“Y-you’re getting your ass kicked.”
“And yet, I can’t help but feel like a winner.” He ground his dick into her ass. “Don’t you?”
“R-Rocky.”
“Yes, Firecracker? Something you want to say?”
“No.” She set her jaw and bent over, tense and trembling slightly.
Her response gave him a rush. “Then, make…” He slipped his hand under her skirt and traced her damp lips through the silky material. “Your shot.”
She hit the cue ball and he pushed her panties aside, easing a finger into her tight entrance.
“Oh.”
The whispered exhalation of sound broke the last hold he had on control. Her pool stick clattered onto the table and she rested her face against the felt as he thrust into her pussy. She rocked her hips and he hooked his fingers, finding the precious bundle of nerves that would take her where he needed her to go.
“Rocky, Rocky.”
“That’s right, baby. I’m the one making you feel that way. Come for me.” He increased his speed while feeling high from the scent of her. “You smell so good. I want to get down and lick that pretty pussy of yours.”
“Oh.” Her hips bucked, and her walls clamped around him.
“That’s it, come all over my fingers.” Her body tensed and a flood of warm liquid coated his fingertips as she rocked her hips, riding out her orgasm. He bent over her, nipping her neck. “You did so good, doll face. I’m going to take you to my room now and fuck you. Is that what you want?”
“Yes…” she croaked.
“Good girl,” he said against the skin of her neck. He moved back, sliding his fingers from her wet heat and sucked her nectar from them. “So good, I’m going to take my time dining between those thick thighs. You going to scream for me?”
“Th-that’s up to you,” she rasped.
“I can’t wait to fill that sassy mouth of yours,” he said.
Desire flickered in her eyes turning the brown in them to an almost black color.
Groaning, he tugged her skirt down and stood upright, supporting her with an arm around her waist. “No one gets to see you like this but me, you understand?” He tightened his grip. The thought of sharing her with any of his brothers suddenly made him want to take someone’s head off.
“W-what?” She glanced up at him, glassy-eyed, as he led her through the crowded space.
They reached the hallway. “I said as long as we’re doing this, that sweet little pussy is for my eyes only.” He pushed her body against the door to his room and reached around to cup her breasts. “And these, and your hot little mouth.”
“I—why?”
“Does it really matter?” He pinched her nipples. “I won’t share, so you agree, or this doesn’t happen again.”
“Yes.”
“Yes what, Firecracker? I want to be clear on our terms.”
“Yes, I’m yours.”
“Damn straight you are.” Splaying his fingers across her soft belly, he unlocked the door and they stumbled inside. He closed the door behind her and went down on one knee. He pushed her skirt up and she opened her legs wider. “That’s it, mama.” Pushing aside her soaked underwear, he flicked her swollen clit and plunged two fingers into her depths. Relentless, he pounded her core, bringing her to the edge and pushing her over. He lapped at her juices, sucking down as much as he could until she went boneless. Eager to be inside her, he moved his pants down and his cock stood out ramrod stiff. He handed her the condom. “Put your legs around me, mama. Guide me home.”
She lifted her legs, locking them low on his hips and reached between them, rolling the rubber over his erection, then led him to her slick entrance.
He drove home and they moved together frantically. Her muscles constricted around him and he gripped her hips hard. The thought of his mark on her body made his balls heavy. She twined her fingers through his hair and brought his lips to hers. As a rule he never kissed. He had no way of knowing where the biker bunny’s mouth had been and didn’t like the personal connection. With her, he couldn’t get enough. Her lips were like candied wine, sweet and addictive. I need to get this out of my system. The thought of being dependent on anything made him nervous. Addictive personalities ran in the family and the wrong woman could be the worst kind of poison if you let yourself get invested.
His firecracker flexed her muscles and dug her heels into his back while her body convulsed, pulling him into the abyss of ultimate pleasure.
Chapter Four
“You’re ridiculous, you know that?” Evonne said, laughing after Crazy finished retelling his exploit from the night before. Being Rocky’s shadow had thrown her into the deep end of M.C. life. It was jarring at first, but she’d learned to
take everything with a grain of salt. She needed to remember this was a whole new world. Great, I’m turning into the little mermaid. Her phone buzzed, so she picked it up and put it to her ear. “Hello?”
“I chose you. All those pretty friends and I chose you.”
The voice drained the joy from her life in an instant. Frozen, she continued to listen.
“So fastidious and careful. I wanted to see you break for me,” Levi whispered.
She gulped. “Never going to happen.” Her hand tightened around her phone.
“Hasn’t it? You’re not the same. I watched you bend, cave in and open up. You broke your own rules for me. It’s because you felt it too. We’re meant to be, Evonne,” Levi said.
“Fuck you.”
“Hand me the phone,” Rocky said, his tone murderous.
She glanced up at him and his fierce expression stole her breath, and she slowly handed her cell to him.
Like a warrior of old, he looked prepared to go into battle over her honor. His eyes were cold and his lips were peeled back into a wicked snarl. “Listen, you motherfucker, your days of playing games are over. Come anywhere near her, and I’ll take great pleasure in killing you with my bare hands.”
Her heart jumped in her throat. The very air she breathed seemed to suffocate her. Fear sprang up in her heart and her stomach soured. Will I have to live like this forever? One eye open at night, always looking over my shoulder? She stood from the barstool and stumbled toward the exit. She pushed the door open and sucked down the cool night air, trying to clear her mind. Levi’s voice brought it all home. The avoidance she’d managed so far went down the toilet. Her chest ached and tears blurred her vision. That monster had lain in her bed, wined and dined her while he presented the face of a cultured intelligence. He’d made her love him, or who she thought he was, and unlike a light switch, she couldn’t just turn that emotion off.
Bent over with her hands on her knees, she battled to keep her dinner in her belly.
“What are you doing coming out by yourself alone?” Rocky barked.
“I needed some air,” she said.
“Well, you’ve had it, now let’s go back inside.” He grabbed her arm.
She jerked away from his grip. “No, I need a minute.” She shook her head.