Loner

by Janine Infante Bosco

  “I am not.”

  “Prove it.”

  “I need to get to my room before someone finds me in here,” I argue. “And, my panties seem to have gone AWOL.”

  “Such a tragedy,” he mocks. Sitting up, the sheet falls to his waist. Threading his fingers through his hair, he fights a grin. “No one is coming in here,” he says. “The door is locked.”

  “Right, but we can’t stay locked in here forever and the longer I wait to make the walk of shame the more likely the chance someone will be awake and catch me. The last thing I need is for my mother to find me walking out of your room with a t-shirt on and nothing else.”

  “Might put a wedge in her plans for you,” he bites back. Sighing, he cups the back of his neck and peers back at me. “Fuck it,” he says. “Fuck what everyone thinks. Fuck the consequences.”

  Standing tall in all my naked glory, I blow the pink strands from my face and raise an eyebrow.

  “Now who’s looking for trouble?”

  Pointing a finger between us, he ignores my question.

  “What happened between us last night, does that change anything?”

  Confused by the question and unsure how I want to answer, I draw my lower lip between my teeth. On one hand, it changes everything. We might not have gone all the way but, I think what we did was just as intimate. I mean, it’s not every day I take off my clothes, dry fuck someone and cuddle with them all night. For fucks sake, we both know how the other looks when they come. How can that not change things? How can I look at him and not think how good he looks naked or how he feels hard between my legs?

  On the other hand, it doesn’t change anything. He’s still Linc and I’m still Kelly. We’re still those two people who were thrown together and found comfort in one another. He will always be the guy I want to tell my secrets too and the one I want to annoy any chance I get. The guy I run to at the end of the day. He’s the guy who loves to play cards and I’m the girl who loves to kick his ass at whatever game we’re playing.

  Now, I don’t have to wonder how it feels to be kissed by him or guess how big his dick is anymore.

  FYI…its huge.

  “We’re friends, Kel, who just happen to get naked and fuck around,” he says with a shrug. “We already meet our other needs, why not add sex to the list?”

  “You make it sound so simple,” I mutter. “Like we get naked and fuck around all the time.”

  “Sounds like a good plan, no?” he teases.

  “What if someone finds out?”

  “I got news for you, I’m pretty sure they all think it already but, if it’s such a concern we’ll keep it on the down low.”

  I laugh.

  “Our dirty little secret,” I reply.

  “Mmmm,” he murmurs. “Now, why don’t you get over here and let me dirty you up.”

  Licking my lips, I climb onto the bed. Warning bells sound somewhere in the distance and I rebelliously ignore them.

  You’re going to get burned.

  You’re going to lose him.

  You’re going to lose yourself.

  Ignoring the voice in my head, I crawl toward him recklessly throwing caution to the wind and my heart into a ring of fire.

  “How dirty are we talking?” I ask as I throw my leg over him and sit on his lap. Grabbing my hips, he lays back against the bed and pulls me further up his body. My pussy drags up the length of his torso and the dusting of hair covering his abdomen brushes against me.

  “Come sit on my face and find out,” he growls.

  At the suggestion, my body tenses and I withdraw. I’m no prude and all for a good orgasm but, I’ve never had a guy go down on me before. Searching my eyes, his grip tightens. Pulling me closer, he inches lower and before I can object, he has me straddling his face.

  Eyes on mine, he slides his fingers between my folds.

  “Never had a guy eat you?” He murmurs the question as he presses against my clit. I jerk my head and a primal noise escapes the back of his throat. His finger leaves my clit and feeling the loss, I groan. Closing my eyes, his hands move to my inner thighs. He pushes them apart, spreading me wide. Losing my balance, I drop onto his face. My pussy meets his open mouth and my eyes jolt open as he dives in. His cool tongue takes a slow lap, licking me from ass to clit.

  “Oh my God,” I cry.

  Nothing I’ve ever felt feels as good as his mouth and as his teeth graze me, I know nothing ever will.

  He’s relentless and every stroke of his tongue is hungrier than the last. My body pulses in places I didn’t know existed and before I realize it, I’m riding his mouth like I rode his cock. With no headboard attached to his bed, I brace my hands against the wall and let my hips move to the rhythm of his tongue.

  Lapping.

  Sucking.

  Slurping.

  Bending my head, I watch him devour me. The cold metal of his pierced chin nestles against my clit and I lose it. My hands slide down the wall, grabbing the sides of his head. Holding him in place as I buck my hips and rub my pussy all over his skillful mouth.

  “I’m coming,” I pant.

  “So fucking good,” he grunts between licks. He completely throws me by sliding two thick fingers inside. Knees buckling, I bite my lip not to scream. Pressing his tongue flat against my clit, he curls his fingers and I feel myself clench around him. Still holding the sides of his head, I balance myself as he slowly slides his fingers from me. Collapsing over him, he grabs my hips and slides me down so my swollen pussy beats against his chest.

  “Do you have any idea how bad I want to fuck you?”

  Unable to breathe much less speak, I peer back at him. He pushes the sweaty strands of hair away from my face and grabs me by the back of my neck. Lowering my face until his lips touch mine.

  “Open your mouth,” he growls against my lips. “Taste yourself.”

  Prude or no prude, I didn’t know how powerful dirty talk could be or how wet it made me. Linc could whisper all the dirty thoughts in the world and I’d spread my legs, eager to take every filthy promise.

  Parting my lips, I slide my tongue over his and my own flavor arouses me all over again. Any inhibition I may have woke up with flees and all I can think of is how full I’ll feel when he drives his cock into me.

  “Do it,” I dare over his mouth. “Fuck me.”

  The plea barely has time to settle between us before he’s rolling me over and positioning himself over me. His big hands move between my legs, spreading me wide as his cock presses against me. Lifting his molten gaze to mine, his brown eyes flicker with carnal need. He licks his lips and draws his brows together, issuing me a warning.

  “I can’t promise I won’t break you,” he rasps gruffly.

  Funny, I can promise you will.

  Chapter Fourteen

  I meant to say the words as a warning to her body knowing the moment I drove my dick into her sweet pussy, I would never be the same. There is something about Kelly, something that makes me lose any sort of common sense. The girl is a pro at smashing down my walls, making me believe I’m worthy of all the things Sally stole from me the day he taught me I wasn’t invincible. The day I learned I was destined to be alone.

  Staring into her eyes, having her spread before me ready and willing to give me everything I craved, the warning took on a different meaning.

  I could break her.

  Ruin her.

  My cock heavy, begging my mind to shut down, I pause between her legs.

  “I can take it,” she murmurs, sliding her hands down my back. Squeezing my ass, she lifts her hips.

  If anyone can take the wrath of me, I want to believe it’s her. I want to trust Kelly’s resilience is a match for the doom I carry wherever I go. I want to feed off her strength and let go of the pain that weighs me. The nightmare that haunts me.

  I want to bury myself so deep there is no way out.

  My hips plunge forward and my cock pushes through her wet folds. Eyes wide, lips part, she gasps at the int
rusion. Pausing, I reign myself in and feed her my length slowly. She stretches for me, pulling me in and I bend my head to take her nipple into my mouth when the sound of someone’s fist pounding on my door forces me to pause.

  “Shit,” I grunt, hanging my head miserably. Unable to stop myself, I slide another inch deeper and a guttural moan passes her lips encouraging me to fill her. To fuck her until she can’t breathe. Until she can’t fucking walk. Until the motherfucker on the other end of that door gets lost.

  “More,” she pleads.

  Not an hour ago she was worried someone was going to catch her naked in my room. Now, she’s hungry for it and fuck me, if that don’t make me want her more.

  Burying my face in her neck, I push deeper.

  “Fuck, I want to stay inside you forever,” I growl against her throat.

  The fist slams against the door again.

  Fuck you.

  “Open the fucking door, Linc,” Wolf bellows from the other side.

  At the sound of his voice, I pull out of his niece knowing my cock is about to be severed if he catches us. To make matters worse, Kelly jolts upright and stares at the door like a deer caught in headlights. Scrambling to get off the bed, I snap my fingers breaking her trance.

  “Get up,” I hiss.

  “He’s going to kill you,” she says, turning to me.

  “Thanks babe,” I mock, grabbing a pair of sweats.

  “You better be dead in there,” Wolf growls.

  “Give me a minute,” I shout. Shoving my swollen dick into the waistband of my sweatpants, I pull a t-shirt from the drawer. Kelly gets up and circles the bed in search of her clothes. Finding her shirt, she pulls it over her head.

  “My panties.”

  “We don’t got time to solve the case of the missing fucking thong. Go hide in the bathroom,” I order, gritting my teeth. Narrowing her eyes in anger, she flips me the bird.

  “What if he goes in the bathroom? This ain’t exactly the Ritz.”

  “The closet,” I hiss.

  “I’m going to kill you,” she sneers.

  “You’re not going to have the chance.”

  Rolling her eyes, she pulls the closet door open and steps inside. Swiping my hand down my face, I get a whiff of her scent and realize not only do I smell like pussy but, the entire fucking room smells like sex.

  “Three seconds before I break the fucking door down,” he growls.

  Closing my hand around the knob, I slide the deadbolt and greet the beast.

  “Jesus, man, impatient much?”

  Narrowing his eyes into tiny slits, he looks me up and down.

  “That anyway to greet the man who saved your fucking hide?” he questions. Placing his large paw against the door, he pushes it open wide and enters my room. “What took you so long?”

  Shrugging a shoulder impassively, I reach around and cup the back of my neck.

  “I was sleeping,” I lie.

  His eyes dart to my bed and the rumpled sheets.

  “It smells like pussy in here,” he smirks. “Looks like you’ve decided to live it up after all.”

  Without thinking, I flinch at his words. If he only knew he was talkin’ about his niece.

  “Where is she?”

  Startled, I look at him.

  “Where’s who?”

  “The chick you fucked,” he replies.

  “Oh,” I say, relaxing my shoulders. “You know how it is…in and out.”

  Seemingly happy with that response, he drapes an arm around my shoulders.

  “Thatta’ boy,” he croons proudly. “Spoken like a true biker.”

  “Well, it was bound to rub off on me,” I reply, diverting my eyes to the closet. “You just get in?”

  “Yeah,” he replies, dropping his arm from my shoulder. “Rolling down the East Coast on club business. Figured I’d give my pipes a rest and check on how everything is going down here.”

  “I’ll be happy to catch you up to speed,” I tell him.

  I’d be a hell of a lot happier doing it far away from this room.

  “Good, I’m fucking starving,” he says, glancing at the leather watch on his wrist. “Kelly still wasting her days sleeping until noon?”

  My eyes wander back to the closet.

  “Noon is early for her,” I answer.

  “Alright, I’ll catch up with her after you take me for breakfast,” he says, pulling my attention back to him.

  “Sure, there’s a Denny’s down the road.”

  Sweat beads across my forehead as I turn to grab my cut and boots. Not bothering to put them on, I jerk my chin toward the open door.

  “Fuck that, I want steak and eggs,” he taunts. “And, you’re treating.”

  Little does he know, I’d rob a cow to get him the fuck out of here.

  “What the hell is the matter with you?” he asks, scrutinizing me.

  “I need coffee,” I lie. “Come on, you ready?”

  “You’re fucked in the head, huh?”

  “That too,” I agree, pushing him out the door.

  Once he’s in the hallway, cursing me under his breath I slam the door shut and follow him through the clubhouse. Outside, we straddle our bikes and I take the big guy to a diner. Watching him devour a strip steak and five eggs, I wonder how the son of a bitch hasn’t had a heart attack. He asks about the club first and I tell him about prospecting. However, he’s not surprised. In fact, he revealed it was partially the reason for his visit.

  Apparently, he called Sin to see how things were with his sister and my president told him they were voting on my patch this week. Something I had no idea was happening. I questioned why he would tell Wolf and he shrugged.

  “Sin thought I’d want to be here if they voted you to get your colors.”

  Judging by the nonchalance of his words and the way he avoided my eyes, I knew for certain Wolf did want to be there. Not for any other reason than to share that pivotal moment with me. It made me feel good and the respect I already had for Wolf grew from the gesture. Whether he was there out of respect for my old man, or because he felt like he had a hand in my future didn’t matter. I had Wolf in my corner and that was something sacred.

  It was there in that diner that I learned the true definition of brotherhood.

  I also learned I was a scumbag because the moment he asked how Kelly was doing, I was flooded by the memory of her coming on my tongue. If I closed my eyes, I could still feel her wrapped around my dick, taking me deeper and deeper.

  Brother or no brother, Wolf had lousy fucking timing.

  I thought about coming clean but what would I say? I doubt he wanted to hear I wasn’t planning on making her my old lady or anything like that. It wasn’t because she wasn’t worthy. There was no one I rather have by my side. No other girl I wanted to claim but, I knew I couldn’t give her everything.

  I couldn’t give her my heart or take hers because everything I loved I lost. Still, I wasn’t giving her up. Selfishly I decided I would take all she offered until she no longer did. The day would come when she was sick of my shit when she decided she wanted more. Deserved more. Once she realized that truth, she’d cut me loose.

  I’m just a pit stop on Kelly’s ride, and that has to be enough.

  After the diner, we made our way back to the clubhouse. Wolf went off to find Kelly and I retreated to my room. Her pink thong was hanging on my lampshade with a note.

  A souvenir from me to you. I’m still going to kill you but, I think I’ll wait until after you fuck me.

  Smiling at the note, I lifted the panties from the shade and brought them to my nose. My cock hardened instantly and, I shoved the panties and the note in my nightstand before heading into the shower. The water had barely warmed before I wrapped my hand around my shaft and jerked myself to the memory of her under me. And, when I came all over my hand, all over my stomach…it was her fucking name I cried out.

  Later that day, Sin called church, and the club voted unanimously that I had earned my pa
tch. Wolf stood beside me as I watched Sin pull his knife from his pocket and removed the prospect patch from my vest. He called Joanne in and I watch as her shaky hand sewed the insignia into the leather.

  Once she was done, I slipped it on and proudly stood before my brothers, vowing to uphold the beliefs of the Satan’s Knights. To cherish the sanctity of brotherhood and never leave a brother behind. I swore to defend the reaper on my back and the lifestyle for which it stood. Honor, Respect, and Loyalty were not simply words but the fundamentals of my existence.

  “I bet wherever your old man is, he’s smiling now,” Wolf whispered.

  I was born into the world as the son of Cain.

  Destined for shit.

  Now, a man of mayhem.

  The creator of chaos.

  Breeder of havoc.

  I am Satan’s knight.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Patch parties never bothered me before. Sure, they got rowdy, and the clubhouse resembled a third world country the next day but, until today it was never a concern of mine. As a girl who has spent most of her life inside the walls of this clubhouse, I also knew they were reserved for whores and the occasional old lady. Not that there were many of those floating around these parts. The Knights loved pussy too much to commit themselves to one woman. Still, when I heard Linc had got his patch, I couldn’t help but feel left out and as much as I hate to admit it, a little envious too.

  Standing beside him since the day he decided to prospect, I felt part of his journey into the club and it stung not being able to celebrate such a milestone with him. However, I did what was expected of me and made myself scarce by locking myself in my room.

  Trapped with nothing but the memories of us in his bed, him between my legs and his cock pushing into me, I grew anxious. The music blared, vibrating through the walls and mixing with the sounds of laughter all making me wonder what he was doing and if he had found another girl to finish what we started.

  Wondering if Linc was cozying up to a blonde, or a brunette was driving me crazy and before I could think better of it, I found myself creeping out my room and making my way toward the common area. Smoke and the distinct stench of weed filtered through the air, burning my eyes and my throat as I got closer. With every step I took, the anxiety built inside of me and I feared what I would find and how I’d react. I don’t know where the sudden bout of jealously came from but the thought of catching Linc with his pants down and some troll sucking his dick made me sick.