by Joy Blood
“All right, I guess. But when we get back I need to get some homework done,” I say adamantly, more to myself than anything.
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After telling Jake what we were going to go do and a long drawn out promise to drive more carefully, we are on the road into Cental. I think about going to say hi to Ellie, Vin and the kids, but decide against it.
The store isn’t hard to find at all. A tall black building with the words Riders Wear written across the front in big bold letters. When we walk in we find her folding clothes in the far back. “Kimi! It’s good to see you,” Buggs says, pulling me in for a hug, which I return.
“Hey, Buggs. This is my roommate, Ari. She came for the weekend.”
“Oh, for the barbecue? I told Jake you needed to be here. It being a big deal for the club and all,” she says, making me falter.
“Why is it a big deal?” I ask.
“Rico. He is getting patched in,” she says. “Didn’t Jake say anything?” I shake my head. “The club from Rhino is coming, and even the Siberians from Idaho.”
“Siberians?” I ask, knowing I have heard the name before.
“Yeah. They used to be a rival club now we are allies,” she tells me matter-of-factly.
“Cool. My pick of bikers,” Ari says, rubbing her hands together. “This means we are definitely going to need some new clothes,” she says wandering off.
“Might want to keep an eye on her. Who knows what those Siberians are like,” Buggs says, then points at a mannequin. “That would be perfect for you.” I look the way of her pointed finger and get a smile on my face.
“I like it.” I have a feeling Jake will too.
Thirty-Three
Jake
I’m beat. After finishing up the Tahoe, they brought me a damn ‘76 Ford that needed the front main seal replaced. Then when I get all the pieces off, I ended up having the wrong part to replace it with. Had to send a prospect into Cental to grab the right one. Little prick didn’t get it the first time around. Now I’m walking back into the clubhouse, last one left in the shop as usual, covered in dirt and grease and in need of a fuckin’ shower.
The music is already pumping loud through the speakers on full blast as I walk through the door. Looking around I don’t see Kimi or Ari, so I assume they have kept themselves in my room. Good. I don’t want her down here without me. When I get up to my room she isn’t there either, and I know damn well she made it back from town three hours ago. I push the annoyance aside and jump into the shower, telling myself she is with one of the girls or with Buggs.
When I get out and dried off, I pull on a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt, pulling on my cut over the top. Might need to get Key one of these made with my name on it since she wasn’t too into the tat or the comment about putting my ring on her finger. The face she made when I told her I was going to put my ring on her finger was priceless. Shocked isn’t a strong enough word for her expression.
Stepping out of the room, I close the door behind me and head downstairs for a drink. I’m in need of one after today. Nice cold fuckin’ beer. I make my way to the bar to find a spot and take a seat, the prospect behind the bar promptly hands me a beer. “Ford give you some double trouble today?” Rock’s voice comes over my shoulder sitting down in the chair on my right. I give him a nod in answer, not wanting to get into how much of a pain in the ass it was. “Buggs has the girls with her. In case you were wondering,” he tells me, confirming my assumption.
“Thought so,” I say, taking another swig of the cool liquid.
“Get that shit squared away?” he asks, referring to Kimi’s meth head uncle. I nod again.
“Burned to the ground.”
“Good.” I watch out the corner of my eye as he takes a swig from his glass of amber liquid. “Heard from Gin?” he asks. He has to know that I stopped to see him on my way to kill that good for nothing meth head, so I nod yes. “He good?” Another nod. “Good. In Montana watching over Fuzz’s little girl?”
“Didn’t know the reason he was there,” I say honestly. “If I’d have to guess, yeah he is.” Our conversation comes to a halt when cat calls and wolf whistles echo throughout the room. The both of us look towards the commotion and I damn near jump out of my seat. Walking into the room from the hallway is Buggs, Ari, and Kimi. My fuckin’ woman dressed in, shit, I don’t even know what to call it. It looks like some form of torture meant for anyone who looks at her. Tight as fuck black leather with one single zipper going all the way down to the juncture of her thighs. No sleeves or straps, and the bottom is cut off only a quarter way down her slender legs which are covered in fishnet stockings. Fishnet fucking stockings. My cock went from hard to fucking able to split steel in the matter of seconds. Her hair is up in high tight ponytail and she is wearing bright red lipstick. This girl is trying to kill me. She may have just sentenced all my brothers to death. I know each and every one of their eyes are on her and I want to rip them all out, one by one. Mine, fucking mine.
Rock’s voice grows distant behind me as I get off my barstool and stomp toward her. Her smile slowly falls when she sees me. She knows I’m about to lose it. As I get closer, something catches my eye and I look down at her feet. Red fucking heels. Son of a bitch. I don’t give her a chance to say a word before I’m pressing into her and dragging her back out of the room. “Jake, what the hell?”
“Fuck you wearin’, Key?” I ask, dragging her to the hall, her body no longer on display.
“You don’t like it?” Her voice is small. Offended. Hurt. Shit. I take a deep breath, trying to calm my caveman jealousy and look at her. Jesus, she is fucking beautiful. I skim my fingers along the top of her breasts. The zipper is pulled down just enough to reveal the small swell of her breasts. Taking the zipper, I pull it up all the way concealing them.
“You are so fuckin’ beautiful, Key,” I tell her, trying to make sure I punctuate each word as best as I can, angling her face to mine. “Smokin’ hot. Might have to…beat some ass…tonight,” I say trying to break my scowl with a smile. Her ruby red lips quirk up into a smirk.
“Done acting like a caveman?” she asks, her smile growing wider.
“No.” I narrow my eyes and pull her back into the bar, being sure to keep her close, always keeping my hands on her.
“Good god, I thought I was going to have to drag you two back out here. Maybe club Jake over the head or something,” Ari says getting closer to Kimi’s side.
“Just a little case of overreacting alpha.” Kimi laughs out, getting a tug on her arm from me, pulling her closer to my side.
“I’ll say,” Ari responds, following us through the mass of men with half naked women on their laps. Thank fuck it is only the Rhino chapter and not the Siberians too. They are due to be here tomorrow night for the bigger party. I’ll be sure to have Kimi wear a burlap sack, even then, I might have to fight a few of them off.
We pull up a chair at a small table Rock and Buggs are now at, along with Rico. He’s in his new cut. Felt damn good to give it to him this morning at church. We were all in agreement that he had done enough for the club, that putting him through prospecting would be a slap in the face. I remember prospecting myself. Fucking sucked ass, though I didn’t have to do it as long as most. “Thought we lost you two for sure.” Rock chuckles pulling his wife onto his lap to free up a chair for me to sit. I do the same with Key.
“I guess I will just stand then,” Ari says pointedly at Rico who ignores her, much like he did at lunch. I’m still not sure what the fuck that was about, not that I really care. Shit, the women are always all over his dick, even in the chair. Suppose that is why it has no sides. “Unless you can offer a seat Rico?” She risks the question with a hopeful tone. I watch as Rico looks over to the girl. His eyes narrowed to slits, but still slowly dragging his gaze from head to toe. He’s interested, though I can't figure the cold shoulder she’s getting from him.
“All right have a seat, sweetheart,” he says holding his arms out for her to si
t down on his lap, daring her to do so. I know damn well it’s a challenge. She wasn’t expecting for the man to actually say yes. The reluctance is written all over her face. “Change your mind?” he questions with a raised brow when she doesn’t move forward.
“No…” She starts to go for it but is stopped when Sage stomps over.
“There she is. Damn Ari, lookin’ fine as fuck tonight.” Much like Kimi, she is wearing something skin tight and black.
“Why, thank you.”
“Let me get you a seat babe,” he says going to grab a chair before she can utter anything about sitting on Rico’s lap. I catch the look that falls over Reek’s face when Sage comes back and pulls Ari onto his lap, placing his hand on her upper thigh; rubbing his palm in a circular motion. Reek’s eyes narrow in on the movement for the briefest of seconds before he grits his teeth and starts to move his wheelchair.
“Need another fuckin’ drink,” he grumbles and rolls away. It’s not like him to drink more than a couple beers, but he is on the hard-shit tonight.
“Fuck’s his problem?” Sage grumbles, looking over Ari once again, shooting her that smile he uses on all the women.
“Well, I was going to sit on his lap before you came over,” she says, running her hand down the leather of his cut.
“Ha! I’d like to see that. Reek! Get your ass back here man!” Sage shouts, turning Ari bright red.
“Sage…” she tries but doesn’t get far because she is being put on her feet and Sage is walking away, right for Rico. She gives Kimi a pleading look that makes my girl try to get off my lap.
“Stayin’ here, Key,” I say, giving her hip a squeeze.
“We will be right back,” she tells me with a smile. Throwing me off guard with a kiss, she pops up off my lap and hooks arms with her friend, walking out of the bar. Fucking knew bringing the bitch along was going to end up fucking me somehow.
Thirty-Four
Kimi
Walking with Ari back toward the room, we take a detour and go to the common room instead. “You okay, Ar?” I ask when she stops and flops down into a seat at one of the empty tables.
“What is with that guy?” she questions in a huff, like she is offended.
“Sage? He’s just a big flirt. You said you wanted a biker,” I say, trying to laugh it off.
“Not Sage. Rico. He was so cold, then later…I don’t even know what to think.” She shakes her head.
“Wait. What do you mean later?” I question.
“Nothing. Just out there,” she recovers, nodding her head toward the door we came through. “You can go back. I’m going to run up to the room really quick. I will be back down in a minute,” she says in attempt to reassure she is fine.
“Okay.” I look at her skeptically but decide to leave it be, then get up to go back out to Jake who is all too happy to pull me back onto his lap.
“She okay?” he asks along my ear, caressing the shell with his lips sending tingles up my spine. His beard has gotten longer and as it drags it across by bare neck it wracks my body with shivers, like I'm about to come out of my skin.
“Yeah. Where is Rico?” I ask looking around for him, trying to ignore what Jake is doing to my body, but only find Sage, taking body shots off a woman I haven’t seen before.
“Don’t know.” Jake shrugs placing a kiss on my shoulder before he pulls back to answer a question Rock asked him, his teasing beard leaving my neck.
“Want to dance? Let the boys talk their club business,” Buggs asks when Jake and Rock start discussing something about tracking someone down. To be honest, I wasn’t even paying attention to them talking, due to the power of the man’s growing beard. I wonder what it would feel like…“Kimi? You with me?” Buggs questions, breaking into my wayward thoughts.
“Yes. Yeah. Dancing. Yes, let’s do it,” I say, getting from Jake’s lap. At first, I don’t think he is going to let me up, but with a squeeze to my hip he pulls me from his lap to stand on my feet. The heels I have on make me teeter for a second, but he is sure to hold me in place until I find my footing. With a glance back to say thank you, I find him still immersed in conversation with Rock, Jake’s side being mostly nods.
There are only a couple other people dancing in the small area that has been designated the dance floor. When we start moving along with the music coming from an old-style jukebox, I spot Ari walking back into the room. She shoots us a smile and comes our way to join the dancing.
I’m lost in the beat of an old song when suddenly my body becomes weightless. I’m being lifted. My eyes fly open in near panic but relief hits me when I find Jake’s arms around me, my body being unceremoniously tossed over his shoulder, then he is stomping his caveman-self up to his room. This is becoming a habit of his. I don’t even argue, knowing full well I won’t even win this time. Not that I had won any other time. Must have been dancing too sexy for him.
He throws open the door and tosses me to the bed. I’m not even sure if he shuts the door before he is above me, slamming his lips to mine. I respond with full force gripping onto the back of his head, pulling him in. Welcoming his demanding kiss. “Fuck, Key. Drive me mad,” he says between kisses, bringing his mouth down to trail kisses along the tops of my breasts. “This…” he trails off and starts to pull the zipper down but I stop him.
“Wait,” I say sliding out from under him. “Lay back,” I instruct. He raises a brow in question. The determination on my face must tell him I mean business because he does as I say. The music thrums into the room, only slightly muted from the distance and I take a quick look behind me to make sure the door is shut. When I confirm it is, I start to dance again. I watch Jake’s face as I travel my hands along my sides then up to the zipper he was about to unzip. I grip the zipper and pull it down, painstakingly slow; I think he might just burst. The two parts pull away from one another exposing my lace covered breasts. I had the zipper down earlier but not this far, not far enough for him to see I’m wearing the corset he had packed in my bag.
I hear his harsh intake of breath and keep going until it gets to the end—right below my panty line. Then I start wiggling my hips to let it fall down my body the rest of the way, leaving me standing there with the corset that is hooked to the fishnet stockings. He bites out a curse and I move forward. Crawling over him on all fours, I lean in and drag his shirt up just enough to expose his taut stomach. Placing kisses along the band of his jeans, he shifts forward enough to shrug off his cut then pulls his shirt all the way off. “Up here, Key. Want to feel you on me,” he says, sliding me up along his naked chest.
Our lips meet briefly before I explore him with my mouth. Taking my time, I trace the lines of his tattoos with my tongue, making him hiss when I tug at a nipple. The end of my ponytail is draped over my shoulder dragging along his chest as I keep making my way down to his jeans. Popping the button on the top, I pull his zipper down and his cock springs free from its confines. “Commando,” I say in an impressed tone. I can feel his laugh but it immediately stops when I lick up the length of his shaft. He groans along with the action, making an audible hiss between his teeth when I get to the tip and take him fully into my mouth. I go down as deep as I can and come back up making sure to flick the underside with my tongue.
“Key.” His voice is desperate and I get a thrill knowing I’m the one doing this to him. I hum letting the tip vibrate in the back of my throat. It’s then that his restraint falters. His hands fly to my hair, pulling it out of the ponytail to let it hang free. But he doesn’t stop there. With his hands on my head he keeps his cock lodged in my mouth and maneuvers himself up onto his knees. “Key,” he grits out my name again making me look up at him through my eyelashes. His face is strained, like he is about to crack. Something has shifted in him, something primal. “Grip my leg if it’s too much,” he says and without waiting for me to respond, he starts pumping his hips. Slow at first but picks up the pace, fucking my mouth with his cock. His strong hand tightening its grip on my hair, keeping my head
in place for his pleasure. There is slight panic in the back of my mind, but him telling me I have a way out puts me at ease. The noises he makes deep in his chest are enough to make me hold off for as long as I possibly can before squeezing his leg, but the difficulty to fully relax and take him is more than I can handle. So I reach up to grip his leg.
He immediately pulls from my mouth and his hand falls from my hair, going to his shaft. I watch in awe as he pumps a few times and then comes. Thick jets of hot cum spill out, landing directly on the tops of my breasts until it stops and he collapses back onto the mattress, panting. “Amazing, Key,” he says while trying to catch his breath. I give a confident smile, then get off the bed and go to the bathroom to clean myself up. Stripping out of the corset, I step out to find Jake now standing by his dresser, pulling on a black pair of boxer briefs. His eyes widen, filled with lust as he takes in my nakedness.
“Can I get a t-shirt?” I ask with a smile. He doesn’t answer but starts digging through his drawer. Finding a plain black t-shirt, he comes my way and slips it over my head, helping my arms through. “Oh no. I left Ari in the bar.” I start to the door, feeling like a terrible friend for leaving her alone, but he stops me.
“Buggs has her. Sent a text,” he says pulling me over to the bed. “Now.” He kisses me and pushes me down to the bed. “Your turn.”
Thirty-Five
Kimi
Stretching my arms over my head, my shoulders cracking from the strain. Feels so good. I groan a little then slump back down into my previous position under the covers and curl up with a pillow, Jake’s pillow. He left me sleeping this morning, maybe an hour ago to go to work in the shop. I faintly remember him waking me to tell me he was leaving and to give me a quick kiss.