BEASTLords of Carnage MC

by Daphne Loveling

  “What are you doing, Cas?” Jenna stumbles behind me until I round the far corner of the building, invisible from the parking lot. I turn and face her.

  “Sarge should know better than to touch the sister of the VP,” I rasp, my jaw clenched tight.

  Jenna huffs at me and rolls her eyes. “Oh, for God’s sake, Cas. He wasn’t going to try anything. He was just being stupid.”

  “Damn straight, he was being stupid,” I mutter. “He’s about to get his head bashed in.”

  “Why do you even care?” she challenges me. “What, are you suddenly the protector of all women? Do you think I can’t take care of myself?”

  “Of course you can take care of yourself,” I scoff. “In most circumstances. But shit, Jenna, this isn’t some frat boy we’re talking about here.”

  “Cas.” Jenna’s clearly starting to lose patience. “Do you think Sarge is the first man to slap me on the ass? I’m a damn bartender. This shit happens to me all the time. I don’t like it, but I don’t have the luxury of taking it seriously. I need the tip money.”

  “The next time it happens — no matter who does it — they’ll have me to answer to,” I growl.

  Jenna’s eyes widen in surprise. “I don’t believe it,” she cries, shaking her head. “You’re jealous!”

  I don’t reply, because she’s goddamn right I’m jealous.

  “No,” she says then. “No. You do not get to do this.”

  “Do what?” I mutter.

  “Just because we had sex once years ago, you do not get to feel like you have some sort of claim on me, Cas Watkins,” she declares, jutting out her chin.

  “If memory serves, we fucked more than once,” I correct her. My dick jumps at the thought.

  That takes her aback for a second, but she squares her shoulders and continues. “You don’t own me, Cas.”

  “Oh no?” I rasp, pulling her to me.

  For a second, she resists. But when my mouth comes down on hers, the sound that comes from her isn’t a protest, but a moan. We crash back into the wall, and I lift her up, cupping her ass and pressing her thighs apart until the crotch of her jeans is pressed against the aching hardness of my cock. Jenna gasps, and I feel her instinctively buck her hips against me. It’s just as fucking good as I remember.

  She moans again, more loudly, and slides herself against me, angling her hips so I know she’s aching for it, too. Her eyes had closed when I kissed her, but now they open again and stare at me. Her pupils are huge and dark. The look we exchange is electric.

  If it wasn’t for the fabric between us, I’d be inside her right now.

  I practically come at the thought.

  I’m considering whether to pull her into the trees and give us what we both want, when a voice calls from around the corner. “Ghost! Church!”

  “Fuck,” I groan, my lips sliding from Jenna’s. “It’s Angel.” I ease her to the ground and adjust my raging hard-on.

  Jenna’s flushed and disheveled, her eyes hooded. Her mouth is open slightly, her breath coming in pants. “Shit. You go,” she tells me, and takes off in the other direction, toward the back of the clubhouse.

  I round the corner to find Angel standing out by the bikes, looking around. “Where you been?” he frowns when he sees me.

  “Just went out for a smoke,” I lie.

  “Where’s Jenna?” Angel asks. “Beast said you two walked out together.”

  “She’s, uh…” I see Jenna rounding the corner on the other side of the building. “She’s over there. She got mad at me and stormed away.”

  “Huh.” Angel’s face is suspicious, but he lets it go. “Okay, well, come on. Rock’s ready to get started.”

  I nod and follow him into the bar, casting a quick glance over at Jenna just before I go inside. Our eyes meet for a second, and then she looks away.

  Maybe I don’t own her, like she said. But it looks like maybe I still do have a claim on her, after all.

  15

  Jenna

  I’m pretty sure what just happened was a bad idea.

  Great. Add it to the list.

  It didn’t feel like one, though. God help me, but kissing Cas Watkins just now felt… well, it felt amazing. More than amazing. It felt like coming home.

  I take a few more minutes outside after Cas and Angel go back in, to try to get my head on straight. But every nerve ending in my body feels like it’s buzzing with the memory of his body and the electricity of Cas’s touch. The ache between my legs has graduated to a throb, and I almost moan out loud in frustration and need. God only knows what would have happened between us if Angel hadn’t come out just now.

  No, that’s a lie. I know exactly what would have happened.

  And I wanted it to happen. Hell, I still want it to happen. I feel like I’m sliding down the side of a steep hill, careening toward the inevitable. The problem is, I don’t know if I should put out my hands and try to stop myself, or just let it happen. Because either way, I’m pretty sure the end result is gonna be the same.

  I pace back and forth in the parking lot for a few minutes, which doesn’t seem to calm me much but at least gives me something to do. Finally, I blow out a deep breath of frustration, then head back into the clubhouse, before someone comes out here looking for me.

  When I get inside, I see that the tables and chairs that were overturned when Cas punched Sarge have been put to rights. Off in one corner, Noah has fallen asleep in Jewel’s lap. She’s quietly reading a worn-looking paperback, silently turning the pages as his little chest rises and falls.

  “Are you okay?” I mouth at her, feeling a twinge of guilt, but she just smiles and nods.

  Then, when I walk back to the bar, I find that my tip jar has been stuffed full of bills.

  I almost cry with relief and happiness at the unexpected sight. I look around in astonishment, to see who did this, but then I remember all the club members are in a meeting now. “Church,” Angel called it for some reason. So, I make a promise to myself to find out who’s responsible and thank them for it later.

  I empty the jar on the counter and start to count out the bills. Wow. There’s enough here that with luck and a couple more shifts, I’ll be able to make rent before Charlie Hurt kicks me out on the street. There might even be enough left for a grocery run so I’m not stuck making Noah peanut butter sandwiches for the rest of the week.

  But even with such happy thoughts to occupy me, I still can’t get Cas out of my mind. It’s almost like he’s right next to me as I pocket the money. When I start washing glasses and wiping down the bar, I can still feel the rough scratch of his dark beard against my skin. I can see the patches of red that show when the sunlight hits it, and the deep brown of his eyes as they sought mine just before he kissed me. I can smell the masculine scent of him, all smoke and leather and the open road.

  God, I want him. I sure as hell wish I didn’t, but I do.

  As the minutes tick by in the quiet bar, I start to get nervous at the thought of the meeting ending and having to face Cas again. Eventually, the heavy doors of the room they call the chapel finally open, and the men begin spilling out. I force myself not to look over and watch for him to exit with the others. Instead, I busy myself wiping the bar counter down, even though I just did that five minutes ago, and pretend I couldn’t care less.

  “Jenna, set us up with some shots,” calls a man whose name I think is Brick. I do as he asks, pulling out a bottle of the whiskey these men seem to prefer and taking out some glasses. I’m thankful for the distraction, and don’t even notice at first that Cas has come up to the bar and taken a seat at the other end.

  “What can I get you?” I ask him casually when I walk over. My voice shakes just a little bit, but I’m hoping he doesn’t notice.

  “I’d take a replay of about an hour ago,” he murmurs, his voice thick. And just like that, heat pools between my legs again, the throb returning. I don’t know what to say to that, at all.

  “You’re pretty easy to pl
ease if you’d be satisfied with dry humping against a wall,” I finally manage to toss off. I’m trying for bravado, but I don’t really think I succeed.

  “Oh, I’m not fucking satisfied. Not anywhere near.” He chuckles low in his throat, and the sound is so dangerously sexy I’m instantly wet.

  I don’t say anything in return. Because I’m afraid that if I open my mouth, what will come out is, Please please please fuck me. So, I swallow once, painfully, and concentrate on the glass I’m drying like it’s the most fascinating thing I’ve ever seen.

  “How late we got you working tonight? What do you say we continue this conversation somewhere more private?” His voice is molten lava against my skin.

  My nipples harden to pebbles as I imagine how it will feel when he slides his hands over my breasts. I suppress a shiver and feel my breath grow shallow.

  Then I remember Noah.

  “I don’t have a sitter,” I say slowly, trying to hide the deep disappointment I’m feeling.

  Cas looks back toward the couch. “Just a second,” he murmurs. Then, as I watch, he wanders over and has a brief conversation with Jewel. “Jewel’s gonna take him,” he tells me when he comes back. “Matter of fact, she says she’ll be more than willing to babysit him whenever you need, since she can’t tend bar.”

  I look over at Jewel, a question in my eyes, and she smiles and nods at me. Well, I guess my child care dilemma has been solved.

  “I guess you’ve taken care of everything,” I say slowly to Cas, my heart starting to pound in my chest.

  His face widens into the maddeningly sexy grin I know only too well. “That’s what I do. I take care of things.” His eyes bore into mine. “And about three minutes after we leave this clubhouse, I’m going to take care of you.”

  16

  Cas

  Thankfully, Jewel’s hand isn’t so bad that she can’t drive a car. I ask Jenna for her keys, then tell Jewel where she lives and ask her to take Noah home and put him to bed.

  Then I grab a beer from Jenna and wait for her to finish working so I can take her to my place.

  Angel’s hanging out at a table with Rock and a couple of the other men, so when it’s almost time for Jenna to leave, I walk out first so he won’t see us together. I’m sitting on the bike waiting when she comes out. She looks behind her at the front door as it closes behind her, like she’s a spy or something afraid of being followed. I almost tease her about it, but frankly, my mind is on other things, and those things involve peeling off those shorts and plunging my tongue between her thighs. So I’m not in much of a joking mood.

  Jenna doesn’t seem to feel much like talking, either. Wordlessly, she gets on the bike behind me, not even asking where we’re going. I don’t have a helmet for her, so she quickly ties her hair in a ponytail and then wraps her arms around my torso. I feel her shiver ever so slightly. Blood flows to my dick in anticipation. I’m not sure how many times I’ve thought about my night with Jenna over the years, but it’s been a lot. More than any other woman I’ve been with, for sure. The truth is, Jenna Abbott has always felt like unfinished business.

  I told Jenna it would be three minutes after we left the bar that I’d be taking her. I’m not far off. I’m in my driveway with the engine off in five, and in six I’ve got her pushed up against my living room wall, shorts and panties at her ankles. Her breathing is coming in gasps, her legs trembling as I reach down and slide a finger inside her. She’s soaking wet, so ready for me it’s all I can do to not just bend her over the couch and fuck her right this second.

  But I have other ideas. It’s been almost five years since that night I spent with Jenna, and I’m not about to rush through this.

  I slide my finger, slick with her juices, out of her and graze it softly across her puffy lower lips and already-hardening clit. She gasps and freezes, her head arching back. She’s completely and utterly under my control, already. Her skin is on fire, so much so that my every touch speeds up and shallows her breathing. I bend down and close my mouth over hers, devouring her lips, and she moans into my mouth and kisses me back hungrily.

  God fucking damn, she’s hot.

  I know I can make her come just like this, with my fingers, but that’s not what I want. I continue to kiss her, stroking her clit again and chuckling deep in my throat as she tenses again and arches against my hand. With my other arm, I reach back and under and undo the clasp of her bra. Breaking away from her mouth, I pull the shirt over her head and fling the bra away, then take a step back to look at her. Jenna opens her eyes. Her blue eyes are dark, the pupils impossibly big. Her lips part, her heavy breathing making her breasts rise and fall rapidly.

  Her fucking gorgeous breasts. They’re just as lush and full as I remember them. More so. Her nipples are a little darker pink, a little larger than I remember them. There’s a long, gold chain hanging down between them, with a ring on it, and a flash of recognition hits me: this is Jenna’s mom’s ring. She used to wear it back in the day, as well. I feel a pang of tenderness, remembering this. I gently take the necklace off over her head, laying it on a small table by the door so it doesn’t break. Then I bend down and cup one luscious mound, flicking my tongue lightly over the taut bud.

  Jenna throws back her head and lets out a loud moan. One hand comes up and fists in my hair, and she arches her breasts toward me, silently begging for more. My cock is harder than I ever remember it being. I continue to tease her, my hand going to the other nipple to graze it with my thumb. Jenna’s moans and cries are getting more desperate, and soon I’m sweeping her up in my arms and carrying her naked body through the hall to my bedroom.

  Laying her down on the mattress, I throw off my cut, yank my T-shirt over my head and kick my jeans across the room. I allow myself one more glorious moment of staring at her fucking perfect body, her breasts rising and falling rapidly with her breathing. My hand goes to my thick cock to stroke it once, twice, but then I have to stop because I’m gonna lose control of myself if I don’t.

  Instead, I kneel down on the bed and push her knees apart. The beautiful sight of Jenna’s pussy greets me, glistening and wet between her quivering thighs. Her breath hitches in her throat, her hips arching toward me. She knows what I’m about to do, and she wants it so bad she can hardly stand it. Even so, I take my time, slowly letting my breathing tease her inner thighs until she’s whimpering in frustration. Then, finally, I push my tongue inside her, then lap slowly upwards until I’ve caressed her entire sex with my tongue.

  Jenna shudders, and whispers something that might be a word. I could make her come in seconds, but I know I have to make it last for her. I lick and stroke at her folds, avoiding the most sensitive part, helping her climb higher and higher. She clutches at the sheets, her legs fall wider, her thighs tensing. I can feel from the motion of the mattress that her head is thrashing back and forth. The jewel of her clit is hard and pulsing, and finally, finally, when I know she can’t take any more, I slide my lips over it and suck it gently into my mouth, worshiping it with my tongue as she cries out sharply and arches off the bed. Jenna shakes and bucks, and I hold her hips there and draw out her orgasm, licking her as she peaks again and again.

  Finally, when she starts to quiet, I push myself up and grab my wallet from my jeans. I roll a condom onto my throbbing cock, then slide my head against the slick opening of her channel. My eyes roll shut. Holy fuck, that’s good. I suppress a groan, knowing I’m not going to be able to slow myself down much. I need her now. I’ve waited long enough.

  I push myself inside her, my jaw clenching against the pleasure. Jenna parts her lips and I hear her whisper. This time I can make it out: “Yes.” I pull out, then press in again, deeper, until I’m completely inside. Slowly, as slowly as I can stand it, I start to move, thrusting exquisitely and trying to make it last as long as I can. Jenna moves with me, arching her hips to meet me, and soon my cock starts to swell, my balls heavy with seed. Then Jenna cries out again, shuddering, and it sends me over the edge. I em
pty myself deep inside her with a shout, the orgasm so intense I lose my breath for a second. I’ve told myself over the years that I’d exaggerated the memory of how good sex was with Jenna but I know now that I was wrong, it’s never been like this with any other woman. Spasm after spasm rocks me, and when it’s over I’m bracing myself on her thighs, almost dizzy from the force of it.

  Jesus fuck.

  That’s when I make the decision: Jenna is staying here tonight. And I’m not letting her out of my sight until we do that again. And again.

  17

  Jenna

  I must have fallen asleep for a little bit, because when I wake up, it’s to find Cas climbing back into bed with me.

  “Ugh,” I groan, stretching my arms out wide. “I should probably get going.”

  “Nope,” he corrects me. “You’re staying right here.”

  “Cas,” I sigh. “I have to get back to Noah.”

  “Taken care of.” He pulls up the covers and gathers me into his arms. “I just got off the phone with Jewel. She’s more than happy to stay the night at your place with him.”

  “But I —”

  “It’s settled,” he says firmly, interrupting me. I open my mouth to protest again, but he gives me a look that’s both stern and sexy, so I stop.

  I shouldn’t let Jewel do this, even though I’m sure she’ll take good care of my son. I should get back to Noah.

  But God, it’s been so long since I’ve been able to feel like anything but a mom and, frankly, a cash-poor loser.

  It’s been so long since I’ve just felt like a woman. A sexy, desirable woman, even. And the way Cas Watkins looks at me, the way he touches me — I realize it’s something I’ve been needing so much, for way, way too long.

  With a sigh, I sink back against him and allow myself to close my eyes and luxuriate in the feeling. Just for a little while.