Screwed: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Death Angels MC) (Scars and Sins Collection Book 3)

by Vivian Gray

  I was done playing the hero.

  But I had clawed my way up to a full-patched member. I put in the hard work and did the shitty jobs, so no, I didn’t like the idea he was toying with – letting the prospects just waltz into a full-patch. Why did he need to increase our rank so much? As far as I knew the club was doing pretty damn well.

  According to my pay, the club was more than in the black. So why so tight on using members for the runs? Why put our necks on the line? And why the hell would he want the inexperienced to start taking on jobs they weren’t ready to take on?

  “So, here’s the deal, guys.” Joker paced in front of us. His face looked more aged, like he just finished an all-nighter for the third time in a row. “I’m making some pretty big contacts. Going to bring this club to a new level. Between the drug runs, the gun runs, and this new contact, we’ll be living high on the hog.”

  I looked over at Jude, who seemed just as taken aback as me. “You buying this shit?”

  Jude shook his head and leaned closer to me. “No, something’s not right. Look at Tommy.”

  I glanced over at Tommy who sat in his seat, next to Joker’s chair, wearing a blank expression.

  The thing with Tommy was that, if he showed no expression, it was because he didn’t want you to see how pissed he was. I never saw that man try to hide any sort of pride or joy. This new road Joker was talking about, it didn’t sit right with him. And since he probably knew a hell of a lot more about it than we did, I doubted I disagreed with him.

  “So, what do you think he’s not telling us?”

  ''Everything probably.” Jude shook his head again and went back to paying attention to Joker who was wrapping things up.

  Once Joker had finished saying everything he wanted to say, he turned the floor over to John. John shook his head and declined to speak. He wasn’t showing support for this new road, and everyone in the room knew what that meant.

  With the meeting over, Jude and I went over to the lounge to get a beer. I hadn’t told him about Shannon yet. Wasn’t sure if I would or if I should. As demanding as I was with her, and as confident as I was when I talked to her and told her I wasn’t going anywhere, I wasn’t stupid either.

  If she really wanted to keep me away from that baby, she could. It wasn’t like I didn’t have a history she could use against me. If she wanted me to stay away, she could move. But I’d follow.

  “Have a job for the two of you.” Joker walked in between us and grabbed my beer, taking a long swig of it, then put it back down. “I got a buyer on the east side who needs to double his usual order. I need this to get to him, so why don’t the two of you go together.”

  “And if that shark guy shows up? You want us to take care of them?” Jude asked, with a little more hunger in his eyes for the kill then the thrill of the ride.

  Joker shook his head. “No. I doubt he’ll show. But if he does, leave him be. He’s probably just some stupid vigilante. We’ll deal with him later. I just need you to get the shit to my guy. No drama.”

  I turned on my stool, resting my elbow on the bar and giving Joker a hard stare. “You still don’t care about how this guy keeps messing up your runs? How much money have you lost because the shit has been taken from us?”

  I didn't mind running drugs for this guy. It gave me that rush I needed to get through the day, but something else was going on here. Something he wasn’t telling the club. And lying got my hackles up.

  Joker ran his fat tongue over his yellow teeth and narrowed his eyes at me. Full-patch member or not, I didn’t have the ranking to be questioning my president. Not so openly and blatantly anyway. But I was on edge. Maybe because of Shannon. Maybe because this shark-ass kept getting in our way. Or maybe because I just didn’t trust Joker so much anymore.

  “I’ll worry about the shark. You worry about doing your job and getting the run done without landing your ass in the hospital again.”

  I clenched my fist but didn’t make a sound, didn’t even give him a glare. Going up against him head-to-head in the clubhouse wouldn’t get me anything but a beatdown.

  “We got it, prez,” Jude spoke up. He looked between Joker and me, then back to me before putting a stool between us.

  I couldn’t tell if he was trying to protect Joker or save my ass. He knew I wanted to know more about why no one came to the fucking hospital to get me. Joker just left me behind. He didn’t know if I had that shit in my bike or not. The amount of powder he had me carrying that night; I would have been locked up for twenty years or more.

  Joker eased off – even put on a plastic smile and patted my shoulder. “I know you do. Finish your beer, then meet me in the back. I’ll load you up.” Joker fixated his eyes on me waiting for the proper response.

  “Yeah. You got it, prez. Ten minutes. We’ll meet you.”

  Jude backhanded my shoulder once Joker was gone. “What the fuck are you doing?” He sat back down on the stool and grabbed his beer. “You can’t just imply something’s not right with what he says. Patched or not, he’ll have you hit.”

  “That doesn’t piss you off?” I asked. “When we patched in, shit wasn’t like this. The president couldn’t just take down a guy because he questioned him. Since Joker’s been holding that gavel, it’s like we’ve been under a damn dictatorship.”

  “Yeah, I know things are different now. But he’s the president, and if we got a gripe, we have to be careful. Let’s just get this run over with. I’m meeting up with Tracy afterward. That chick has some long-ass legs. And a sweet ass.”

  I huffed out a laugh and motioned for a new beer, pushing away the one that Joker had wrapped his nasty lips around.

  “Feisty that one, isn’t she?” I asked.

  Tracy had come after me, looking like she was going to try to beat the hell out of me when I had seen her at the bar with Shannon. Not that she would have gotten far; not just because I don’t hit women, but she couldn’t have taken me down. She was a friend of Shannon’s and had just been looking out for her.

  So, I couldn’t blame Tracy for her temper. It actually made me feel better that she was with Shannon. She would keep her out of trouble, keep her safe. Although I wondered what kind of trouble Shannon would actually get herself into. That girl was just so damn innocent.

  “She is one hell of a Hellcat.” Jude laughed. “Wild spirit, gorgeous – just what I like in my women.”

  I didn’t mind a lot of spirit in my women, but wild meant unpredictable, and that meant uncontrollable, and that meant danger. I doubt Tracy would have been so responsive to my belt as Shannon had been. Tracy had been really pissed about the marks I left behind. I’d forgotten to ask Shannon what she told Tracy about that. Her springing the baby on me had made me forget.

  But if I was going to make a go of being with Shannon, of getting to have a place in our kid’s life, she was going to have to rectify Tracy’s opinion. I did not beat women. I disciplined my woman, but only when she wanted it and earned it. If Shannon hadn’t been so responsive, I wouldn’t have continued the delicious assault.

  Jude and I finished our beers and went out back to get our bikes loaded up. Joker had tried some light banter with me, but I wasn’t in the mood. I didn’t like whatever he was peddling, but I’d kept that to myself. For now.

  The highway was empty, barely any cars, street lights dimmed. I kept an eye on my back, expecting to see the shark to show up any second. But he never showed. It was the first time in weeks that Joker had let two of us go on a small run, and a shark didn’t show. Interesting.

  We made the drop and headed back to town. Jude had sent a message to Tracy to meet him at the bar, and I could use a drink before I went home. I hadn’t seen Shannon for a few days. I wanted to give her some space. But I wasn’t quite ready to go back to the quiet of my house. It was tempting to ride over to her place and just push my way in. I had said I would be over whenever I wanted to be, for whatever I wanted. But it had only been two days, and I figured I would give it another day o
r two before I showed my cards again.

  The bar was pretty empty for a Thursday night; usually, the college kids from the town overfilled the place. Tonight there were just a few stragglers. However, when we walked in, I saw her straight away.

  Shannon.

  She sat at the bar with Tracy, sipping a drink. I assumed it wasn’t alcohol because she was smarter than that, and it was almost midnight. She should be home sleeping.

  I marched passed Jude, straight for Shannon, and wedged myself between her and Tracy. She looked up at me with some shock in her eyes. A soft pink covered her cheeks when she realized it was me. It was like she had just been busted smoking a cigarette in the girls’ bathroom.

  “Hey.” Her lips curled into a soft smile, but the guilt in Shannon’s eyes told me she knew she should be at home.

  “It’s almost midnight,” I stated in a hard voice.

  Behind me, I heard Jude talking to Tracy, urging her to step away.

  “It’s fine, Tracy. It’s okay.” Shannon glanced over my shoulder, completely avoiding my eyes.

  I hadn’t told her that she couldn’t go out to bars with her friends or that she couldn’t stay up late, but she was pregnant. She needed rest. She needed to not be in a smoke-filled room with a bunch of assholes whose main objective was to get in her pants.

  Jude managed to get Tracy to go with him – to a table on the other side of the room – but I could still feel Tracy’s glare on me. Yeah, Shannon was going to have to change that real quick. She and Tracy were friends, but I wasn’t going to keep putting up with Tracy’s attitude towards me. Again, I didn’t really blame her – as far as she knew I was a complete asshole – but Shannon would have to enlighten her.

  I was only an asshole when I needed to be.

  “You should be home in bed,” I told Shannon again.

  “I just got off a shift. Tracy and I stopped for a drink. She was going to meet Jude. I was going to go home once he showed.”

  The tightness in my shoulders relaxed, and I leaned against the bar, giving her a grin. “Were you hoping to see me?” I already knew the answer; she was so easy to read.

  She picked up her drink, placing the straw between her fuckable lips, and took a long sip of her Coke.

  I focused on her lips wrapped tightly around the straw, sucking hard. Yeah, we needed to get out of there.

  “Tracy drive you?”

  She nodded.

  The tension went back into my shoulders. “How were you planning on getting home, if Tracy was meeting Jude?” If she told me she had planned on walking, I was going to tan her ass right there in the bar.

  “Probably a cab,” Shannon answered, but something in her eyes told me she knew I would be there.

  Maybe she’d had Tracy ask Jude? I’d figure all that out later. Right now, I just wanted to get her on the back of my bike and back to my place.

  “Let’s go.” I cupped her elbow as she slid off the bar stool. She didn’t fight me; instead, she smiled up at me.

  I laughed. “Are those pregnancy hormones starting to kick in?”

  A fresh blush appeared on her cheeks.

  When we got to my bike, I strapped my helmet on her and helped her on the back. The whole way back to my house, she had her arms locked around my waist. It felt good being held onto so tightly. Having her body pressed against mine felt right.

  It only took five minutes to get to my house from the bar. I lived away from the clubhouse, closer to town. I helped her off the bike, unstrapped the helmet, and escorted her into my house. She had been quiet since we left the bar and I wondered if she was nervous. She had never been the one to make the first move. And she obviously had been waiting for me. But I wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth. If she wanted me, she was about to have me.

  Once inside, I removed my colors and dropped my vest on the couch. She stood in the middle of the living room fumbling with her fingers, like she didn’t quite know what to do next. I doubt my girl had ever played the seductress before.

  Not one for small talk or foreplay, I closed the gap between us. I slid my hands into her hair, pulling your head back and crushing her lips with mine. Her delicate hands pressed against my chest, not to push me away but just touch me.

  When I pulled back and looked down at her, her lips were swollen, her breaths heavy, and her eyes wide. “Is that what you were looking for tonight?”

  “I – you haven't called.”

  I pulled on her hair harder. “That’s not why you were at the bar tonight.” When she kept silent, I knew I would have to push her a little bit more. “You needed something. But what? Do you need a spanking to tell me the truth? Cause I can get my belt off. Or I can give you a nice spanking, get the burn nice and warm, get your senses awake, and then fuck you until you scream. Is that what you wanted? Is that why you were at the bar?”

  Her hands slid down my chest, to where my belt was buckled. With nimble fingers, she undid the belt, keeping her eyes locked with mine. A deep red blush crept up her slender neck and covered her pretty face. As soon as my buckle was undone, she unbuttoned my jeans and shoved her hand inside.

  As soon as her fingers wrapped around my cock, I groaned. Fuck.

  “I saw how you sucked on that straw back at the bar. Is this what you wanted?” I asked, finally seeing it in her eyes.

  My pregnant girl wanted to suck my cock.

  She nodded.

  “No. Say it. I want the words.” I tugged her hair harder.

  Instead of a cry, she gave me a moan. The sweetest sound I’d ever damn heard.

  “I really want to suck your cock. I’ve been thinking about it all day.” It was whispered, but I heard every word.

  I grinned but didn’t laugh. This was new territory for her, and I wasn’t going to turn her off by making light of how hard this probably was.

  “Pregnancy hormones at their best.” I kissed her again, then swooped her up into my arms. “Not here,” I declared when she started to protest.

  I carried her down the hall into my bedroom and deposited her on the bed.

  “Strip down,” I ordered and went to my closet.

  While I dug around, I heard her obeying me – a rustling of clothes falling to the floor behind me. I found what I was looking for and turned back around.

  Holy fuck.

  She was on her knees next to the bed, her legs spread and her fingers already playing with her pussy.

  I shook off the shock and growled. “No.” I walked over to her and gently slapped her hand away from her clit. “You don’t touch what’s mine, sweetheart. And that pussy is all mine.”

  She put her hands behind her back, under her ass, and sat back on her heels. It was like she couldn’t trust herself not to touch herself if she didn’t secure her hands.

  Lucky for her, I had that covered.

  I stepped around her and squatted down, unraveling the coil of rope I had grabbed from my closet.

  “How many times have you fucked yourself without asking permission?” I asked from behind her.

  I heard her breath hitch when I pulled the rope tighter. I checked the bond, making sure it wasn’t too much, and finished wrapping her wrists.

  “How many?” I demanded when she hadn’t answered me.

  “Every night.” She rolled her shoulders back. “And morning.”

  Since she couldn’t see me, I allowed a wide smile to stretch across my face.

  “So, four times?”

  “And today at lunch,” she admitted softly.

  “You fucked yourself at work?” Even I hadn’t jerked off at the clubhouse, but then again, I had a pretty endless supply of women I could wet my dick with if I chose.

  “I can’t explain it; I’ve just been so needy.”

  I tied off the rope around her wrists and grabbed her hair, tilting her head to the right, fully exposing her neck to me. I bit down on the tender flesh between her shoulder and her throat, groaning right along with her moan.

  “I know how to
fill that need. But you have to be a good girl. Do what I say. Understand?”

  “Yes, sir.” She nodded as best she could with my hand still gripping her hair.

  “That’s a good start.” I got back on my feet and moved around to stand in front of her. “Get up on your knees,” I ordered and finished unzipping my jeans, then yanked them down along with my boxers.

  I kicked them off and tossed them on top of my boots near the closet. Shannon’s eyes were on me, clearly admiring and lusting for me. I let her look, enjoying the feel of her stare. My cock was hard and bounced right in front of her face. She licked her lips when she looked at it.