Ride Hard (Condemned Angels MC Series #2)

by Heather Leigh

“I was seeing if you were done soon. I’m bored.” She popped her gum.

  “I don’t want to ever see you by that door again. Got me?” I glared down at her.

  “Sure. Do you have a room here?” Christ, could she not get enough of my dick?

  “Yeah babe, let’s go.” I escorted her to my room at the clubhouse, passing the back bar where Nicole was serving up a few of the guys. She was leaning over the sink, cleaning glasses. Her long ponytail hung down by her neck, the tips of her hair brushing her cleavage, which was hanging all out in the tank top she wore, swinging open as she moved her arms up and down. As she raised a sudsy hand to wipe her forehead, she looked up at me. Something crossed her face. I wasn’t sure if it was disappointment, hurt, or just plain pissed. Maybe all three, if that was possible. I continued down the hallway with Nina. Wishing she was Nicole.

  As soon as I shut the door, Nina had ripped off her skimpy top. Her hot pink lace bra encasing her double D’s soon followed. Nice. She shimmied out of her shorts and matching hot pink thong. After shrugging out of my cut, I removed the rest of my clothes, and I laid out on my bed. Nina crawled up my body, resting her knees between my legs. She sat back on her heels and bent over me, taking my dick into her mouth.

  “Fuck,” I groaned as she cupped my balls with one hand and fisted the shaft of my dick. I gripped her hair as I closed my eyes. Nina relaxed her throat, taking me further into her mouth. She started to hum while she found her rhythm.

  “Does that feel good, baby?” She said as she paused, looking up at me from my lap. I gripped her hair and pushed her face back down.

  “You know how to suck dick, I’ll give you that,” I chuckled, tucking my hands behind my head.

  “Mmm hmm,” she hummed. Shit, I was almost there, and Nina knew it too.

  “Shit. Just like that.”

  My thighs tensed under her hands. She took me all the way down her throat, and that put me over the edge.

  “Fuck, Nicole.” My eyes rolling in the back of my head, starting to shoot my hot cum into her mouth, but Nina abruptly pulled away from me.

  “What the fuck!” she yelled, throwing a pillow at my face. I blocked it.

  “What! What do you mean, what the fuck?” I yelled at her.

  “You son of a bitch!” She put her panties and bra back on.

  “What the fuck did I do?” I asked, standing at the bottom of the bed, fucking pissed.

  “Oh please, like you don’t know?” She slid on her shorts and grabbed her top, stomping out of the room. I grabbed a pair of briefs, nearly tripping through my doorway, pulling them up.

  “Nina!” I yelled after her. She put her arms through her sleeves, and aggressively pulled her tank top down. Once we were out in the common area, everyone heard us yelling and was already awaiting our arrival, Nicole being apart of the crowd.

  “You fucking just called me Nicole while I was giving you head!” I halted, speechless. Oh fuck. My eyes shot over to Nicole. Her mouth hung open, and her eyes were wide.

  “Ah shit. You know Nina…Nicole…they both start with N.” I scratched the back of my head, shrugging, trying to play that shit off. Nina stormed off to the back bar area.

  A couple catcalls rang out, I grinned and shrugged. Turning to walk back to my room, I caught Nicole’s stare, her glare traveling down my torso. I knew if Nicole were even remotely interested in anything, her right eyebrow would raise up. She didn’t notice me watching her as I crossed the room, her eyes following my body’s every move. Come on, baby; get that eyebrow up for me. Two point five seconds later, that perfectly shaped eyebrow arched. Fucking right.

  Nicole

  Did I just hear that right? He said my name, while getting head from another broad. What a dickhead! I didn’t mean to gawk, but God has blessed said dickhead with a body like Gerard Butler in the movie 300. His tight black boxer briefs encased his cock bulge. Heaven, help me. I eyed his muscular thighs, and his tattoo “Moretti” in script along his lower abdomen. I don’t know why but hearing that he said my name during sex with someone else made me want him, although I really shouldn’t. Motherfucker.

  “Stare much?” Jeremy yelled across the room to me.

  “You fucking wish. Maybe you should have your club whores put their names on their forehead so you don’t confuse them with me.” He started to walk my way, and I stood my ground.

  “Maybe. Maybe I like wishing it was you I was fucking.” His eyes bored down into mine.

  Did he just really say that? I was left speechless.

  “Nicole, speechless?” He gasped as he put his hand to his mouth, all dramatic.

  “Don’t flatter yourself.” Rolling my eyes, I went to turn away from him. He grabbed the crook of my arm.

  “Ew, don’t fucking touch me. I don’t know where those hands have been.” I stepped away, swatting his tattooed knuckles away from me, resulting in his deep chuckle.

  “Unfortunately, they weren’t on you, that much I do know.”

  “What is wrong with you?” I eyed him. He’s acting funny. Oh my God, is he flirting? He eyed me up and down.

  “Your top is cut too low, don’t wear it at the bar anymore. You’re basically giving these guys a free show.” Okay, back to being a dickhead.

  “Yeah, okay. I’ve told you before, and I’ll tell you again. They are just tits, it makes no difference. They’re mine to show off as I please.” I crossed my arms.

  “Well, someone might get the wrong impression.”

  “Like who?”

  “Hunter.” Jealous much?

  “Well, I’ll have you know Hunter likes my tits just fine.” That did him in. He gripped my upper arm and dragged me down the hallway and toward his room. “I’m not going in there!” I held onto either side of the doorframe.

  “Yes, you are. We need to talk.” He pushed my arms down to my sides as he pushed my body into his room with the front of his body. I sucked in a breath as I felt his warm skin make contact with mine. My body was humming. Down, girl.

  “What are we talking about exactly?” I gave him an attitude, and I tried to make my feet heavy, so he was having a difficult time forcing me into his room. I eyed the messy bed. Gross.

  Jeremy hooked his arm around the front of my abdomen, and pulled me tight against his hard chest. He pushed my ponytail off my neck, and rested his lips on my earlobe. A chill ran down my spine.

  “What we are going to talk about is the fact that you think you can just say and do whatever the fuck you want.” His warm breath floated over my ear and neck. I could feel the tiny hairs move off my neck as he talked.

  “It’s my mouth, I can say what I want to. It’s my body, I can do what I want with it.” My eyelids drifted closed.

  “No. That’s where you’re wrong.” Jeremy’s hand gripped my hip, softly but firmly pressing his fingers into my flesh.

  “How so?”

  “Let me show you.” His lips made contact with my neck, and my knees went soft. My body slumped against his. I was under his spell. Jeremy spun me around to face him. I felt so small standing so close to his towering body. His body engulfed mine. Jeremy cupped the sides of my hips, and pulled me to him. His hardening cock was obvious as it pressed into my stomach. More like stabbing me.

  “Jeremy, I…,” my voice trailed off, and he cupped the side of my neck, his thumb roughly grazing my bottom lip.

  “Shut up for once,” Jeremy whispered as he looked down into my eyes. My hands smoothed up the front of his chiseled body. His warm skin was making me melt. My hands met at the back of his neck. Pressing up onto my tip toes as he pulled me further up his body.

  “Think this is a bad idea.” I finished my sentence.

  “I don’t give a fuck, Nic.” His lips took mine. Jeremy was hungry for one thing, and it was me. A moan left the back of my throat as Jeremy’s hands roamed my body. His hands caressed my backside, getting his fill. My mouth parted, allowing him access to me. He playfully licked my tongue, immediately going to my barbell. Then it was lik
e a light bulb went off in my head. My eyes shot open, and I immediately tried to push him away.

  “Wait, stop. I can’t do this.” I pulled back away from him. This is getting harder each and every time. God, that’s hard to do when he kisses like that.

  “Why not? We’ve been putting off the inevitable, Nic. Let’s fucking do this.” He pressed one hand onto his hip as the other quickly threaded through his dark hair.

  “One, you just had some bitch’s mouth on your cock. Two, Hunter. Three, I don’t have a three yet.” I fumbled with my words.

  “I don’t give a flying fuck about that bitch, and fuck Hunter. And, until you have a three, I’m taking the lead on this.” Jeremy fisted the front of my tank top and pulled me into him, causing me to stumble into his chest. His handsome face was leaning down toward mine, my eyes closed and my chin tipped upward. Our lips fused together. Fast hard knocks sounded at Jeremy’s door to his bedroom.

  “What the fuck?” Jeremy pulled way from me and yelled over my head, holding onto the backs of my arms, ensuring I stayed right where I was.

  The door opened and Hunter was standing there. He was leaning on the door frame, arms crossed. His eyes dropped to where Jeremy held onto me. Oh fuck.

  “Nicole.” He pushed off the wall and walked into Jeremy’s room.

  “She’s busy.” Jeremy’s jaw ticked as he rested his hand on my lower back, pulling me tighter to him.

  “I was just leaving.” I said, pushing away from Jeremy, he looked down at me with a thick eyebrow cocked.

  “The fuck you are.” Jeremy started after me. I held up my hands to back him off and walked to Hunter’s side. I saw Hunter look back over his shoulder as he guided me out of the room with his hand now on my lower back. I knew he was giving Jeremy a dirty ass look. As I always say, fucking pissing contest.

  HUNTER

  I take my eyes off of her for one damn minute, and he’s got his fucking paws all over her. I led her out back to a picnic table on the patio.

  “We need to talk.” She sat on top of the table, dangling her tiny feet. Her trademark outfit of shorts and a burnout tank was so goddamn sexy. Her ombre ponytail hung over her exposed shoulder. Nicole’s blue eyes bored into mine, looking innocent as ever. Oh no, you don’t.

  “I know that we do.” She took a deep breath as the breeze drifted by us. She swung her feet while she twisted her ponytail around her finger. Slipping my finger under her chin, I raised it up so that her baby blues met mine.

  “I don’t want to hurt you, Hunter.” Her voice was innocent and small.

  “And I don’t want to be hurt, babe. Seeing you two together, makes me want to kill someone. I know I haven’t claimed you as my property. But you and I, we have it all working against us. I can’t even compete with him. I don’t know what you have planned for yourself, but seeing as how he ranks in this MC, I won’t be able to kill him.” I chuckled lightly.

  “So, what are you saying? You don’t want me anymore?” Sadness flickered across her face.

  “I think the question is, what do you think I’m saying? You saying you want your cake, and to eat it too?” I tugged on her ponytail. “It’s not that I don’t want you, Nicole, it takes a hell of a lot to step down to that prick, let alone to not have you.”

  “So that’s it? Him and I, we aren’t meant for each other. It doesn’t make sense,” she protested, hopping down from the table, looking up at me. She was a powerful little thing, and she stood her ground. I’ll give Nicole that much.

  “It doesn’t matter if you are or not. I see you two together. It’s something way deeper than what we could ever have, and you know this, somewhere in that head of yours. You were meant to be his, Nicole. Your future was already decided the minute you were friends with Roxy. He’s got more than just eyes for you.”

  “Easy for you to say, he’s the one in there with some twat. Doesn’t he know how dangerous that is to bring someone from outside our territory and into this club? And the way that he has her as a fucking puppy at his heels, at his every beck and call. He’s not being careful. He’s thinking with the wrong head.”

  “Then change that shit.” I tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

  “I’m sorry.” Nicole pressed her lips together.

  “Don’t be. I didn’t stand a chance; I was just putting off the inevitable. Doesn’t mean I will stop caring for you, Nicole. If he hurts you, I’m going to kill him. But seeing the pedestal that he has you up on, that isn’t going to happen. He just needs to take out the trash.” That made her laugh.

  “Thank you, for everything. I guess we will see what happens.” She leaned up on her toes and lightly kissed my lips. Fuck, I’m going to miss her. Savoring my last kiss with her, I wrapped my arms around her lower back, pulling her up off the ground, her legs dangled down as I gave her a tight hug.

  “Come on, get your stuff. I’ll drop you off at the club.”

  Nicole

  I quickly ran back inside to get my bag and passed the back bar on my way back out to Hunter. I overheard Nina talking, but as I tiptoed over to the doorway I noticed she was whispering into her cupped hand over the speaker of the phone. She was trying to muffle her conversation. What the fuck is Nina up to now?

  “Yes, they’re all here now. Just give me a few more minutes.” I stepped into the room.

  “A few more minutes for what?” I draped my bag diagonally over my chest, and crossed my arms. Nina immediately ended her call. She was looking shady as shit. I narrowed my eyes at her.

  “None of your fucking business, Nicole.” She dragged my name out.

  “Sure didn’t sound like nothing to me.” I started to walk up to her, sizing her up. I could take her; she was about my height without her heels.

  “Don’t get all bitchy because Jeremy is fucking me every day and night, and not you!” she scoffed at me, flipping her blond hair over her shoulder.

  “Last I checked, he was the one calling you by my name. And first off, he wasn’t either of ours. I don’t see you running around here with a property patch. You’re just a piece of ass right now. You won’t last long here, babe. He’s proving a point to me. And once I tell him about you and your little shady call, he will be onto you too.”

  “You won’t tell him shit.”

  “Oh no?”

  “You and I are going to make a little deal.” She tucked a piece of my hair behind my ear, and I slapped her hand away.

  “Why would I make a deal with you? You have nothing I want.”

  “That’s what you think.” She had a shit-eating grin on her face. Her blue eyes twinkling as she looked me over. She was up to something, and I didn’t fucking like it.

  “I’m not biting, you sneaky bitch. I’m going to Jeremy right now.” I turned away from her and started to make my way out of the bar.

  “You mean to tell me you don’t want to know about our Dad?” I stopped dead in my tracks. My heart sank into my stomach. Slowly spinning on my heel. Dad? Our?

  “What did you just say to me?” I watched her inspect her nails.

  “You heard me, sis.” Goosebumps spread across my arms.

  “Sis? I’m not your Goddamn sister. You’re fucking mistaken.”

  “Well, half -sister. Dad’s alive you know, and he’s always talked about your Mom and you. Apparently, those two were mailing each other love letters for years, and your Dad must have caught on, and realized you were never his daughter. Have you been so blind as to not realize how similar we look?”

  “Shut up! I don’t know who or what you’re talking about. My Dad killed himself right in front of my face. He’s the only father I ever knew of.”

  “I heard you found out what, five years ago?” She was circling me, like a lioness on her prey. The longer I stared at her, the more I could see the resemblance now. The same sprinkle of freckles over the bridge of her nose, the same olive skin tone. The eyes- they were the same shade of blue as mine, exactly. I shook my head, confused.

  “Six.�
�� I let my arms drop to my sides.

  “He wants to meet you, you know? He’s always bragged about his little girl, Nicole. Broke his Goddamn heart when he found out about your Mom. He was so in love with her.”

  “Bullshit.”

  “I can take you to see him.”

  “Yeah, right. You’re just trying to stall me from narkin’ you out.”

  “Sure, go run along and tell Jeremy that you’re the daughter of a Devil’s MC member.” I felt like I was going to be sick. “And that you pulled a gun on your own Brother too.” Jax. Motherfucker. I shut my eyes.

  “You’re lying.”

  “Wish I was. We can go let Jeremy know together.” She grabbed my hand, and I yanked it away from her.

  “Fuck you! You tell anyone that I’m a daughter of a Devil, they’ll fucking kill me. This MC is all I have. I’m not risking losing them.” I’m definitely not risking losing Jeremy.

  “Well, then you best be keeping your mouth shut, sister.” She smirked and walked away from me.

  What the fuck just happened? I left the clubhouse and saw Hunter waiting at his truck.

  “Get me out of here, please.” Hunter opened the passenger door for me. I felt sick to my fucking stomach. My world felt like it was crashing down on me. Right before we went to back out of the parking space, Moretti came running out of the back door.

  “An unmarked van just busted through the front gate, let’s go!” Moretti yelled. Hunter took a second for that to register in his mind, before taking action.

  “Get inside!” Hunter yelled as he quickly put the truck in park and rushed us indoors. I ran ahead to Jeremy’s room to find him.

  As I busted through his bedroom door, Jeremy’s head snapped up. He was just pulling a white tee over his head.

  “We have a breech! The Devils!” We both heard Charlie yell as he ran into Jeremy’s room behind me.

  “What?” Jeremy quickly pulled down his shirt and grabbed his gun holster. “You get all the women to the safe room?”

  “Yes, yes. Come the fuck on. We’ve been looking for you.” Charlie grabbed Jeremy by the shoulder of his cut.