by Sam Crescent
Chapter Three
“You kissed Pipe!”
Elena cringed as she stared across the sofa at her friend. They had arrived at Sarah’s place twenty minutes ago, donned some pajamas, and were eating ice cream. No one had stopped them, which she was thankful for.
“Don’t tell anyone.”
“I’ve got no one to tell. I work at Dirty Deeds, Elena. I’ve got no connection to the club whatsoever.”
“What about Ralf?”
“He left, remember? I’m on my own.” Sarah gritted her teeth, fighting the tears that were about to come.
She took several deep breaths before returning her gaze back to Elena.
“Are you okay?”
“No, I’m not okay. You know how television shows say that a woman needs to forget about the man in their life, and just have fun, going crazy, screwing whatever man will look their way?”
“I don’t think that actually happens, but I see what you mean, in a roundabout fashion.”
“I’m not that strong. I love Ralf. He’s everything to me, and when I’m with him, the whole world falls away. I’m hurt, and I’m hurting. It’s not going to go away just because he’s left.” Sarah licked her lips. “He was my first.”
“Your first love?”
“No, he was my first everything. That’s how much I love him. I couldn’t bring myself to be with any other man, and he’s it for me. I love him. I love him with all my heart, and there’s no one I want more than him.” Sarah shrugged. “Knife, he was nice, and we danced. He didn’t invade my space, or make it personal. We just talked, and it was nice.”
“You don’t think there could be anything between you and another man?”
Sarah released a heavy sigh. A lot of people seemed to be doing that just lately around her. Elena didn’t know if she should start taking offence at it.
“Not straight away. It hasn’t been long enough since Ralf left. I’ll date again, but it’s just going to take time.”
Elena nodded, dipping her spoon into the ice cream, and eating some.
“So, you and Pipe?”
Rolling her eyes, Elena finished eating the ice cream, and took some more. “There’s nothing to tell.”
“There has to be something to tell.”
“Okay, fine. The day of Penny and Rage’s wedding, I went to that bar. Pipe was there, and it wasn’t two clubs, or his club, or anything. We were just a man and a woman, having a drink, and some fun together. That was all. Nothing bad or seedy.”
“You like him?”
“I do. It scares me because when we are together—and it has only been twice—but the feeling has been the same. He’s the first guy to really look at me, and see me. Does that make sense?”
“Complete sense.”
“I feel like a woman when I’m with him. Saint falls away. Mom ceases to exist inside my head. All the negative crap just disappears, and we’re two people.”
“He makes your heart pound?”
“Yes. He does, and his kiss was out of this world. I’ve never been kissed like that, and he drives me crazy. It’s not going to end well for me.” Elena took a deep breath. “Pipe’s the Prez of the Hell’s Wolves, and they’re not exactly best friends with my brother’s club.”
“It doesn’t always have to be about the club.”
Elena laughed. “It does. To these men, there’s nothing more important than the club. Nothing will happen. It’s just nice when I’m near him.”
Sarah was about to talk when the apartment door was slammed open. Ralf, Rage, Willy, and Saint came rushing into the apartment.
In that moment Elena was so pleased they had changed into their pajamas. Ralf looked murderous, bordering on crazy, and her brother just looked pissed.
That’s right. I’m just the nuisance of a sister who has to be dealt with.
“Your car was at the main bar tonight on the high road, just outside of Sinners’ Corner,” Saint said.
The very words he spoke were like an accusation.
“So?” Elena asked.
“What were you doing there?”
Glancing toward Sarah, she saw her friend was glaring at Ralf.
“We went to have a little fun. Do you have a problem with that?” Elena asked.
“You know the Hell’s Wolves were there tonight?” Saint asked, folding his arms.
“Is this an interrogation, Saint? Is that what this is?” Elena stood to her feet, not caring that her pajamas were visible to the club. She was the untouchable sister, so she shouldn’t have a problem at all with any club member staring at her.
“You’re in danger anywhere near that club.”
“We went to have a drink outside of town. I go anywhere here, and I’ve got a Saint and Sinner breathing down my fucking neck. There, I can go, and have a nice drink, and be left alone. It’s a neutral bar. Nothing happens there.”
Saint laughed. “Anything could happen in a neutral bar, Elena. The protection is a fucking fallacy.”
“You and other club members agree not to wear your patch. No patch, no fighting. Your word means a great deal to a lot of men. Are you telling me you’d start a fight because some men were in a bar?”
“I’d start a fight if those men thought they could touch my sister.”
“Fuck off, Saint. I don’t need your protection. I’ve never needed it before, and I don’t want it now.”
“You’ve never needed my protection. Mom took care of you. What is this, Elena? Why are you acting out like a damn child?”
She shoved him hard. Saint didn’t know what it was like with their mother. He didn’t know anything, and to just make out she’d always been protected, pissed her off. She knew it was her fault as well. Elena should tell him what happened, but she couldn’t do it. Admitting what happened would just bring back the memories, and she didn’t want that.
“Get the fuck out. This is Sarah’s place only, and the last time I checked, this didn’t belong to any of your fucking club!”
Elena looked toward her friend, who had also stood, and she nodded. “This isn’t your place anymore, Ralf. You don’t belong here.”
“Get out.” Elena was tired of being told what she should or shouldn’t do.
“This is my place,” Ralf said, taking a step toward Sarah.
“You walked out on me, Ralf. This place is now mine.”
Stepping back, Elena stood by her friend, and glared at the four men. “We work for the club, nothing else,” Elena said.
Saint looked like he wanted to say something else, but he didn’t, and took a step back.
“Fine,” Saint said. “Let’s get out of here.” Like always, he backed away.
Elena waited until the door was closed, and Sarah rushed to lock the door.
“What the hell just happened?” Sarah asked.
“He made me mad, and I’m tired of being told what to do when he doesn’t have a right to.” Elena’s hands fisted, and she wanted to hurt something. Instead, she refrained.
Saint wasn’t going to tell her what to do. She wouldn’t let him.
****
“What the fuck was that?” Rage asked.
Saint shook his head, and stared up at the apartment where his sister was staying the night. Something was going on with her, but she wouldn’t open up to him. She cut him out, and ever since their mother had taken her from him, Elena had been different. Saint recalled his father trying to get Elena back, and fighting with his mother to even speak to her.
“Lou, you can’t keep her from me. I’m her fucking father. You’re wrong about that.”
His father had never stopped trying to get to Elena, until finally the courts had decreed that their mother got custody of Elena, and he stayed with his father. The Saints and Sinners MC was always going to be his club. He had to learn to take over, to fight for what he believed in.
“What is it?” Rage asked.
“Nothing. You and Sarah called it quits?” Saint asked.
“We need to take
a break. That doesn’t mean she has the right to go looking for another man.”
Willy burst out laughing. “Man, you’re delusional. You’re at the clubhouse, surrounded by free pussy, and you think she’s not going to see you as fucking over?”
“We’re not over, and I’m not tasting any of that so-called free pussy.”
“Doesn’t matter to her. You walked out, and now she can taste the fruits of the men out there.” Willy gave Ralf a wink. “I’d certainly give her a taste of my dick.”
Ralf wasted no time in slamming his fist against Willy’s face.
Saint wasn’t interested in fighting. Stepping between the two men, he shoved them apart.
“Show some fucking respect,” he said to Willy. Turning to Ralf, he glared. “What the fuck did you expect would happen? That she would just be damn happy with you doing that kind of shit?”
“Saint?”
“No. You left your woman, and it’s not your place to fucking take over. She wants to spend time with Willy or any other man, she can. The moment you walked away, she no longer stayed as your woman.”
“What about taking another man’s woman?” Rage asked.
“I don’t see any patches on Sarah, or any ink stating who she belongs to. You don’t claim her, you don’t have the right to tell other brothers what they can have.” Saint moved away from the group, rage consuming him at what his sister had said and done.
He wasn’t surprised when Rage came to stand beside him.
“Are you okay, man?”
“No. I’m not okay.”
“What’s going on?”
Glancing up at the apartment, he was disappointed that neither woman was even looking out at them. “Have you ever been related to someone who is nothing but a stranger to you?”
“Can’t say that I have.”
“Elena—growing up together before Mom took her away, we were the best of friends. She’d tell me shit about kids bullying her at school. I was her big brother, and she always said I’d protect her from the bad shit.”
“That’s changed?”
“The woman I see in Elena’s body, she’s cold, and she doesn’t let anyone in. I don’t even have a clue what to do to change that.”
“She hasn’t been around all that much. Something will change, and you’ll be surprised.”
Saint shook his head. “I doubt it. I really fucking doubt it.” He straddled his bike and made his way out toward the clubhouse.
To help clear his mind he needed a dirty mouthed woman who didn’t have a problem taking his cock. He would rid his mind of the worries that Elena had created.
****
Pipe waited in Elena’s house for her to return home. She had left a window open, and he was going to have to put her over his knee for that. She was putting herself in real danger, and it pissed him off. Being related to a club Prez, she should know to keep her windows locked and doors secure at all times.
After he’d left the bar, he’d made his way to the clubhouse, to be seen by his men, and to get an update on the fights. Everything was going well, and it was actually tonight that one of Saint’s boys was supposed to fight. He was interested to see how one of the other MCs fought. Pipe was going to have a front row seat.
First, he’d wanted to talk to Elena without risk of either of them being interrupted. It would seem she’d decided to spend the night with her friend, which gave him plenty of time to go snooping through her shit. She was a rather neat person, and everything was put away. He was going to dirty her up, and have her begging for more. Pipe wouldn’t let her hide from what she needed, which was a nice stiff cock.
Also a man who isn’t going to turn his back on her.
He’d been alone in her house all night, and he’d snooped. No, snoop was too damn nice a word. He’d gone through everything, her drawers, her notebooks, even her cookery books, and he’d raided her fridge, fixing himself a snack. He was hungry all the damn time, and it was no different now.
Sitting on her bed, he waited for her to arrive. He heard her car pull into the driveway at seven-thirty. Pipe hadn’t gotten any sleep last night as he’d wanted to be prepared.
The front door opened, and he heard her place her keys in the little tray.
There was some more shuffling going on, and his excitement was starting to build within him. He wanted her beneath him, driving his cock so deep inside her tight pussy, and she’d have a tight one, so damn tight.
It wasn’t just about her sweet as fuck pussy. It was about her, and how damn good she was as a person. He knew it was cliché as shit, but she made him want to be a better person, and he was being really fucking serious. His past, present, and future would involve killing people, and yet when he was around her, she made him feel like just a man.
He tensed up as she made her way upstairs, and he waited for her to enter the bedroom.
The moment she did, she’d actually closed her eyes and was stretching her arms above her head. She wore some pajama bottoms that were cute, and the shirt she wore drooped low so he got a good view of her tits. Her hair was knotted at the nape of her neck, and she looked so damn adorable.
“You know, you really should learn to lock your windows.”
Elena screamed the moment he started talking, and placed a hand across her heart. Her eyes were open wide, and she’d taken a step back.
“What the hell are you doing here?” she asked, looking around her room.
“I wasn’t going to leave our little kiss like that. You should have known that. You been with Sarah all night?” he asked, placing her little bunny teddy bear back on the bed.
“You broke into my house?”
“Actually, I came in through a window.”
He took a step toward her, and Elena simply glared at him. “You need to leave. If Saint saw you here—”
“Are you going to tell him? Are you going to tell him that you want me, Elena?”
“I don’t want you. I don’t want anything to do with you.”
He tutted. “You’re lying, baby, and you really need to stop. I bet your pussy was so damn wet for me last night, and I bet you’re wet now, aren’t you, baby?”
“Stop it. Stop calling me baby, and stop talking about me being wet. This is my body.”
Pipe closed the distance between them. “It is your body, and it wants me, doesn’t it? Admit it, Elena. You want me.”
“I don’t. Saint—”
“Fuck Saint. He’s just your brother. You’re not part of his club. You’re not even a club whore. You’ve got no attachment to that club, and I saw that last night when you’d rather run from him than stand up to him.”
“He’s my brother. I grew up in that club.”
“For how long? How long did you grow up in that club? I remember there being two of you, a brother and sister, but the sister went away with her little mother.”
“Stop it, Pipe.”
“Just admit the truth.”
“No. There is no truth.”
“You’re lying to me.” He pressed her up against the wardrobe door, placing his hand beside her face. “Stop lying.”
Her jaw clenched.
“I’m right here. I’m flesh and bone, I’m warm, and I’m telling you, Elena, I want you. I don’t give a fuck who your brother is, or what his club is or does.”
“It’s a betrayal. I can’t do that.”
Pipe leaned in close so that his lips touched hers. “Forget the club. Forget who your brother is. What do you want? What does little Elena want?”
Tears filled her eyes but she didn’t pull away. He also noticed she wasn’t afraid of him either. She wouldn’t back down from him, and he found it a heady experience.
“I want to be happy. I want to be wanted.” The words spilled from her lips, and he smiled.
“I can give you what you want.” With his free hand, he took hold of hers, and placed it on his hard, aching cock. She cupped him, stroking up and down his length. “Do you feel that, baby? Do you feel h
ow hard you make me, how much I fucking need you?”
“Why are you doing this to me?” Elena asked.
She didn’t try to pull away.
“I take what I want, Elena. I want you, and I’m not backing down, nor am I going away. I want to fuck you, and make you mine. I want to sink my dick inside your pussy and fill you with my cum. You work in a sex shop, so this is going to come as no surprise to you. I want to fuck your ass. There’s a great deal of pleasure you can have in giving me your ass. I’ll make you love it. I’ll dirty you up and make you relish every single second.” She was breathing deeply and pressing her body closer to him. “For me to do all of that, I need you to stop lying to—”
Elena slammed her lips against his. She released his cock, and sank her fingers into his hair, holding him tightly as she pressed her body to his. Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her close, cupping her ass with one hand, and sinking his other into her hair.
“I’m admitting the truth. I want you, Pipe.”
Those words were his undoing, and for the first time in his life, Pipe didn’t mind falling.
Chapter Four
Elena’s heart was racing, and her pussy was so wet. Should she tell him she was a virgin? What would he do when he saw the scars on her back? Instead of relishing the kiss, and looking forward to getting naked, she felt herself start to freeze up, to expect the disgust and rejection she’d experienced so many times before.
“Baby, what is it?” Pipe asked.
“I can’t do this.”
Her hands were shaking, and she wanted everything he’d said. The need to be fucked and touched and to belong was so damn strong that it was making it almost impossible for her to think straight.
“Elena.”
Even the way he said her name made her shiver in anticipation for more.
“What?” she asked, staring down at the ground.
He wouldn’t let her get away without looking at him. He placed a finger underneath her chin and forced her to look up at him.
“What are you hiding?” he asked.
She licked her lips, and tears filled her eyes. “I can’t do this. It’s a mistake. Saint—”