Loner

by Janine Infante Bosco

  Taking a detour into the kitchen, I grabbed a bottle of water to use as an excuse in case anyone spotted me. With the water in my hand, I started for the hallway and paused at the entrance of the common room. Peering past the edge of the wall, my eyes sweep over the sea of leather and skimpy clothing searching for Linc.

  Standing off to the side, surrounded by Shady and Sin I finally spot him and watch as the three of them raise their shot glasses. Through the fog of smoke, I can still see him flinch as the liquor slides down his throat and the smile that appears as Sin drapes his arm around his shoulders.

  My stomach twists with need as I continue to stare at him. Wishing I could be next to him, craving the feel of his arms around me and his hot breath against my ear as he whispers all his filthy promises.

  “What’re you doing out here?” My uncle’s deep voice calls from behind, startling me.

  Tearing my eyes away from Linc, I turn to face him and lift my water bottle.

  “I was thirsty,” I lie.

  Lifting a glass to his lips, he narrows his eyes. My shoulders slump under his intense scrutiny and I know he sees right through me.

  “Get the stars out of your eyes, Kelly,” he growls, lowering the glass to his side.

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I argue. With his free hand, he grabs me by the shoulder and spins me around so I’m facing the party again.

  “Look at him,” he demands. Stretching an arm over my shoulder, still holding the glass, he points to Linc. “You see what I see?”

  Swallowing the lump in my throat, I know there is no way he can possibly see Linc the way I do. He doesn’t see the parts of him that belong only to me.

  “He belongs to his brothers, to his club, to the reaper on his back and that’s all he’ll ever belong to,” he says. “Men like us don’t stick and the sooner you realize that the safer that young heart of yours will be.”

  Men like my uncle are stubborn old mules who believe everyone is cut from the same cloth and has the same beliefs. Explaining that Linc and I share a special bond would be a wasted effort and the objection sitting on my tongue fades away as Linc tries to hide his smile by swiping a hand down his face. He’s not like my uncle. He’s not like any of these guys.

  “Do yourself a favor and forget about him because I promise you if you don’t he will break you. It won’t be his intention and you won’t see it coming but, it will happen and the both of you will be helpless against it.”

  Having had enough of his brutal warning, I spin around and glare at him.

  “Thanks for the advice,” I mutter.

  Without another word, I brush past him and hurry back to my room. Once inside, I chuck the bottle of water against the wall and crawl into my bed. My head hits the pillow and I stare up at the ceiling, digesting Uncle Al’s words.

  As the hours pass it becomes harder for me not to believe he was right. Things are going to change for us. He will get pulled deeper into the club and the year we spent getting to this day will be a memory. A stepping stone on the path to hell.

  Deciding I should quit while I’m ahead, I turn on my side and reach for the light on my nightstand. As I switch it off my door opens. I smell him before I see him. Leather and whiskey mixed with the musk of his cologne. The lock slides into place and when I roll over I find Linc leaning against my door. The smile he was trying to hide earlier, shines unabashedly back at me, making him look younger.

  “There you are,” he says, kicking off the door. “Why are you in here?” he questions, stepping further into my room. Pushing the comforter down, I sit up and lean against the headboard.

  “Where else would I be?”

  “My room,” he replies, shrugging off his leather vest. Carefully, he drapes it over the chair in front of my desk and I watch as his eyes linger over it a moment before he turns back to me. “Our room,” he amends.

  The declaration that his room suddenly has become ours causes my stomach to flip as he walks around my bed.

  “I didn’t want to impose,” I tell him as he sinks down onto my mattress. Spreading his legs, he bends over and pulls at the laces of his moto boots. My mouth grows dry and I forget only seconds ago I was declaring him part of my past or that I spent half the night picturing him with other girls.

  “I saw you,” he rasps. “Standing in the hallway, I saw you.”

  “I went to get a drink,” I murmur. Kicking off his boots, he twists his frame to face me and rolls up his sleeves.

  “I saw you and all I could think of was how badly I wanted to taste your pussy again,” he says. Pulling the comforter down to my knees, his large hand grabs the inside of my thigh. “I want to eat you, feel you come on my tongue and then I want to fuck you harder than you ever imagined you could be fucked. You think you can handle that, Pinky? Can you handle me and everything I plan to do to you?”

  Heat pools between my legs as his hand slides further up my thigh. His thumb strokes over the soaked scrap of lace covering me and he smirks.

  “Thanks for leaving your panties on my lamp this morning,” he says. “You’re never getting them back.”

  “I can’t think,” I whisper as his finger slides past the lace. Rubbing his knuckles over me, he chuckles. His other hand moves under my shirt, sliding over my stomach all the way to my tits. Pulling down the cup of my bra, he finds my nipple and pinches it between his fingers. A groan escapes his throat as his eyes lift to mine.

  “God, the dirty things I’m going to do to you,” he swears, pushing two thick fingers inside me. Spreading my legs wider, I lift my hips off the bed and urge him to go deeper, to fill me and fuck me just the way he likes.

  “Promise?” I hiss through my teeth as he sucks my nipple.

  “Oh, Pinky, when I’m done with you, you won’t be able to sit without thinking how my cock bruised this tight cunt of yours.”

  Removing his fingers, he leans back.

  “Take your clothes off,” he demands.

  Feeling the loss of his fingers, I struggle to my knees and lift my t-shirt over my head. He watches me through hooded eyes as I reach behind me and unclasp my bra. My perky breasts spring free and my pink nipples harden under his heated gaze.

  The hungry way his eyes roam my body, excites me and I eagerly hook my thumbs through the waistband of my panties. Sliding them to my knees, I drag the lace away, lifting one leg and then the other. Completely bare, I push my fingers through my hair and angle my head.

  “Your turn,” I rasp.

  Standing tall, he licks his lips before reaching behind him and pulling his thermal over his head. My eyes work his body, traveling the column of his neck and the wide span of his shoulders, down his chest and over his rigid abs. A light dusting of hair covers his abdomen and disappears into his jeans. Drawing the zipper down, he slides the denim down his thick thighs and kicks them off when they reach his ankles. My eyes move to his cock, thick and hard straining to be free.

  “Lay down and spread your legs,” he orders, pulling his cock free. Hypnotized by his erection, I watch as he wraps his fist around his smooth shaft, wishing it was my hands gripping the steel.

  “Now,” he grunts.

  Snapping out of my trance, I drop my back to the mattress. Knees up, I spread my legs wide welcoming him to my body. Closing the distance between him and the bed his thighs bounce against the edge of the mattress as he hooks his hands under my knees and drags me toward him. Dropping to one knee, he wraps my legs around his shoulders and spreads my lips with his fingers.

  “I’ve been imagining licking and sucking you for hours,” he growls bending his head. Opening his mouth over my pussy, he drags his tongue from my clit to my ass. The first lick sends a chill down my spine and my legs tighten around him.

  “More,” I beg.

  Flicking his tongue over my clit, he sucks hard and my hands close around the sheets. My hips move as he slides his tongue deeper between my lips and his teeth graze the sensitive flesh. Panting for breath, pleading for more
, I rub myself against his wet mouth. Everything pulses. My heart, the blood in my veins and my pussy.

  “This cunt is mine,” he says between licks. “No one touches this, no one eats this or fucks this but me,” he growls. The primal tone of his voice laced with his dirty demands sends me soaring and my entire body shudders through my release. His tongue continues to lap at me, savoring every drop. My legs go limp around his shoulders and his mouth moves to the inside of my thigh, peppering kisses over my skin. Unhooking my legs from his shoulders, he stands and hovers over me. My eyes meet his and he dips his head for a kiss. I feel his tongue against my lips and I open for him. At the first stroke of his tongue, I taste myself and a moan passes from my mouth to his. His kiss is gentle and possessive all the same causing the butterflies to dance in my belly as he positions himself between my legs.

  Wrapping my arms around him, I feel the silky head of his cock nudge my opening. Teasing me and torturing the both of us, he doesn’t push into me. Instead, he continues to fuck my mouth slowly and reaches between us. His hand closes around his shaft and rubs the engorged head through the swollen lips of my pussy, lubricating himself with my wetness.

  Being with one other guy, I never knew sex could be like this. I imagined there was more to what I had experienced in the past but, this exceeded anything my mind could possibly conjure. You don’t know the true definition of erotic until there is a man between your legs unraveling you, baring you from the inside out. The things he does, the way he feels, it lights me up and I want him to teach me all the ways a man and woman can make one other feel. I want to learn at his hand and worship his body like it’s my practiced faith. To find heaven in his eyes is what I want.

  Reaching behind him, he takes my hands with his and laces our fingers together. Lifting them over my head, he tears his mouth from mine.

  “No matter what anyone says or thinks you belong to me, Kelly. From this point forward, you are mine.”

  I open my mouth to agree but the words die on my tongue when I feel him enter me. Opening wider with every inch he buries deep inside of me, I squirm beneath him. Feeling so incredibly full, everything tightens as he releases my hands and grabs my hips. Rotating his hips, he pistons inside of me going deeper. Swallowing his length, his balls touch my ass and I look up at him, silently pleading for him to move. He slides out of me and I cry out from the loss. His eyes flicker with desire as he slams his cock back inside and I swear he splits me open but, I find pleasure in the pain and lift my hips.

  “Fuck, you’re tight,” he grunts. His brows knit together as concentration works his features, and he pumps me, feeding me his cock. Sweat trickles down the center of his chest and I lean forward to taste.

  Growling he grabs my shoulders and pushes me down so my back is flat against the bed. His hands move to my tits and he pushes them together as he fucks me with all he’s got. Like a ruthless savage staking his claim. Neither of us are quiet as we chase our orgasms and I chant his name when I feel my release break through. He twists and tugs on my nipples, jerking his hips and pushes deeper and deeper.

  My body stretches through the soreness and I hiss through his assault on my tits as one orgasm runs into another. It’s salacious and its beautiful. It’s everything you dream sex can be and more. Feeling like liquid, my legs give out and fall to the bed as he pulls out of me.

  My eyes drift over his cock, taking in the sheen of wetness coating every inch and I watch as he jerks himself.

  “Remember this,” he grunts. “Cause, Pinky, I’m going to die reliving it,” he swears as he comes. His semen spurts out, hot and sticky against my sweaty skin. Painting my stomach and my tits with every drop until his dick spasms in his hand and he falls between my legs.

  Not bothered by the mess, he wraps his arms around me and rolls us over so he’s on his back and I’m draped on top of him. Spent, I try to catch my breath as he smooths my hair away from my face and kisses the top of my head.

  “Who do you belong to?” he murmurs against my hair.

  “You,” I whisper. “Only you. Forever and always.”

  “Thank you for making tonight the best night of my life,” he rasps huskily. “It wouldn’t have been complete without you.”

  As important as this night was for him, I know he means every word. He may be part of the Satan’s Knights now but, he will always belong to me.

  Only me.

  Always and forever.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Age: 21

  Rolling out the tarp, I brace both hands on my knees and draw in a deep breath. Staring at the bloody body in front of me, I prepare myself for what comes next and reach into my back pocket, pulling out a pair of rusty pliers.

  “Let’s go,” Sin calls. “At this rate, it’ll be morning before you bitches are finished.”

  Ignoring him, my eyes slice to the left of me where Shady stands in a hollow grave slinging a shovel full of dirt over his shoulder.

  Taking a knee next to the dearly departed bastard, I force his mouth open and wedge the pliers between his teeth, pulling them out one by one. Untraceable by his filthy mug and unidentifiable by his missing teeth, I start to roll the tarp over him as Shady climbs out of the hole.

  “You ready?” I ask him.

  “I got his feet,” he replies. Tossing the shovel aside, he walks around the length of the body. Grabbing his head, I wait for him to lift his end and we haul the corpse to the grave. Dropping him into the hole, we step back and cover our faces as the earth heaves up and dirt sprays everywhere. Sin steps forward, holding out his palm for me and I reach into my cut, removing the Ziploc bag of teeth. Slapping them in his hand, I reach for the other shovel.

  “I’ll see you back at the clubhouse,” he calls, starting for his bike. I give him a curt nod as a response before going back to work.

  As I fill the hole, I can’t help but reflect on how I got to this precise moment. The days I spent prospecting never could have prepared me for the crimes I’ve committed since gaining my patch. I don’t know if I was too jaded by the idea of following in my father’s footsteps to see the bloodshed or if that year was the calm before the storm. It seems like all hell broke loose after my patch party. The days of hanging around the clubhouse with Kelly became a memory as I was pulled deeper into the flames of Hell.

  It made me think more about my old man and if I was becoming just like him. Did he kill with no remorse and live with no regard and is that what he would want for me? Three years had passed since Wolf brought me to the clubhouse and I was just as clueless about my father as I was the day I arrived. All I wanted was for someone to assure me I was doing the right thing. A sign from above telling me I was on the right path. Neither ever came, and it was becoming harder to look myself in the mirror and not believe I was just as twisted as the man who killed Savannah.

  My only saving grace was knowing after every ride and every kill, I went home to Kelly. She washed away my sins and restored my faith in what was right. There was still good in the world, still, beauty to be found and it was right there, shining in the eyes of the girl with bright pink hair. The only time I didn’t feel like a monster was when I was with her. When I wasn’t riding, I was killing and when I wasn’t doing either of those things, I was cleansing my soul fucking Kelly.

  I still hadn’t officially claimed her to my brothers but, everyone knew she was mine. More importantly, she knew she belonged to me and that was all that mattered. I knew there were politics surrounding a man and his old lady but where there is law and order there is also respect.

  Or at least I thought there was.

  Lighting a cigarette, Shady leans against his bike.

  “C’mon, I want to get out of here,” I tell him as I throw my leg over my Harley.

  “Always in a hurry to get home,” he comments, blowing out a ring of smoke. “One might think you got a piece of ass waiting for you. A warm body to curl into. A tight pussy to hug your cock.”

  Clenching my jaw, I glare at him.
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br />   “Don’t go there,” I warn gripping the handlebars on my bike.

  “Why not?” he asks, shrugging his shoulders. “Tell me, does she taste as good as she looks?”

  The exhaustion flees me as I dismount and charge for him. Grabbing his vest, I pull him toward me.

  “She’s off limits to you,” I growl. “That means you don’t look at her, talk to her or fucking think about her. Keep her name off your tongue or you’ll find yourself in a grave just like the one you dug.”

  Shoving me backward, he pries my fingers from the leather and steps to me.

  “Watch who you’re fucking talking to, motherfucker,” he roars. “One more outburst like that and I’ll tie you up and make you watch while I bend her over.”

  “Fuck you,” I hiss.

  “Girl is legal now,” he sneers. “Legal, and fair fucking play.”

  “You know damn well that Kelly is with me,” I sneer.

  “Slipping into your bed every night don’t make her yours in the eyes of the club, it makes her your glorified whore.”

  The blood boils in my veins as my fist collides with his jaw and though his lip splits open, it does nothing to quell my anger. Not that it should, seeing as I am the cause of my own rage. All Shady did was tell the truth. Without claiming Kelly to my club, she technically is free play. Should another brother decide to take her and make her his, there ain’t much I can do about it other than beat the fuck out of everyone—which I don’t have a right to do either.

  The shitty thing is, I know Kelly deserves more and I don’t mean a brand. She deserves a man whose love won’t hurt her. A man who can keep her safe and give her a good life. Someone who can take her away from the shit she’s had to suffer through. A man who puts her first and foremost.

  Not a man who got the first girl he ever cared for killed.