by Crimson Syn
As I bent over, showing my ass to a bunch of horny strangers, I finally had the feeling I was a little too old for this shit. That was until I saw him. He didn’t hide what he liked. On the contrary, his hand was running against the long bulge in his jeans. He was outright feeling himself up to me and I had to admit, I didn’t care. I bent down even further just to give him a better view. He made me feel confident and sexy, that at my age, older than most of the women here, I could drive a man to pleasure himself in front of me. I found myself wanting to see him naked, wanting to take him in my mouth...
As the song ended I snapped back to reality. More applause rang out and I picked up my costume and ran backstage. I turned and met the stranger’s eyes just as Jade pulled me behind the curtain.
“You were fabulous up there!”
“Thank you.”
“Seriously, for a tryout that was amazing! When I send Rahyne this video, she is definitely going to hire you. Shame she had to leave.”
I smiled up at Jade and followed her back to the locker rooms.
“Hey, did you see that guy out there?”
“Honey, which one? There were too many to count.”
“The one up front with the blonde hair, he had a full beard. He seemed to belong here.”
Jade paused and made her way to the curtain. Turning towards me, she smiled. “Mmmm, that my friend is one temptingly delicious man, but he doesn’t play well with others. I heard he’s into some kinky shit.”
I raised an eyebrow and swallowed hard. “Kinky?”
“Well yeah, you know, all Fifty Shades and shit.”
I placed a hand on my throat and felt my pussy clench. “Oh, wow.”
“Why, you into that kind of stuff?”
I shook my head quickly. “Couldn’t tell you. Never tried it.”
Jade laughed as she removed her bra and panties, her voluptuous D cups falling into view. A glimmer of a piercing went through her left nipple and I couldn’t help but stare at it. Jade followed my gaze and propped up her breast for me to see.
“You like it. I got it done last year.”
“Did it hurt?”
“It was alright,” she smiled mischievously. “I know a guy who’s an amazing tattoo artist, he also does piercings. You should get yours done, you have great tits and the guys would love it.”
I shook my head. “No, I couldn’t. I don’t tolerate pain that well.”
“Hey, don’t shut it down till you try it. Come on, I’ll take you. You might even like it and want to get a tattoo.”
“I’ve always wanted a tattoo,” I whispered. I did always think about getting one, but Ramon forbade it. He didn’t like his women with anything on their body. He liked them pure and innocent, every one of them.
“So what’s stopping you? Come on, it’s an awesome experience,” she playfully bumped my shoulder.
I smiled, but she somehow planted that seed in my head and suddenly, I wanted it. I wanted to relish in this freedom I suddenly had. I wasn’t under the watch of Los Perdidos anymore, I could finally do what I wanted, when I wanted, and nobody could stop me. And I wanted to dance again, I wanted to display my body for that man and I wanted him to want me, even if it was only for a little while.
CHAPTER TWO
CAIN
I couldn’t take my eyes off her as the spotlight shone on her glittering sun kissed skin. She strolled across the stage like she owned it. Suggestively swaying her hips and using the damn pole like it was an extension of her delicious body, all while wearing five inch black stilettos.
The music was playing a sexy grinding flow. I could hear the men shouting obscenities and watched as dollar bills fluttered on the stage, but my eyes never left hers. It’s as if she was dancing just for me. Everyone else disappeared, and her voluptuous body was like a blank canvas solely for my eyes to enjoy. I gripped the arms of the leather chair. I felt like I was on the edge of my seat, waiting for my time to arrive.
Where did she come from? How did she get here? Who the hell was she?
I looked around the club, but the members were busy somewhere else. None of them were paying attention to the dream girl on the stage.
My cock was begging me to take her. Just to get close enough to touch her. Shit, she was perfect. This was a real, full on woman with a capital “W”. She was the sexiest piece of ass I’d ever seen. Two luscious mounds stood out, nicely perked up on her chest. She had a nice curved in waistline, and those hips that molded a nicely round and thick ass. Shit, her ass alone made me wanna cry. I wanted to tie her up to my bed and spend hours torturing her with pleasure, making her cry out my name as I spanked those beautiful globes red.
But what I really wanted, was for those gorgeous chocolate brown eyes to look at me, to find me in an empty room, begging me to take her. Fuck, she was so fucking gorgeous! Where the fuck did she come from?
I continued to watch as her body wrap around the metal dance pole, and I imagined her tied to it as I rammed my cock into her. Her hair was long with soft curls that swayed along her waistline as she bent her body back. I rubbed my beard as her tits came into view. Two succulent mounds, larger than what my hands could hold, creamy and tempting as fuck.
As the lights came on I dragged a hand down my face. One more minute of her swiveling that body before me and I was going to storm onto the stage, rip that sinful outfit right off her, and have at her body, not giving a fuck who watched. I wanted them to watch. I wanted them to know what was mine and what they could never touch.
I was supposed to be focusing on more urgent matters. We had Tuco Moreno roaming the Hell’s Lovers. If we were distracted, even for a moment, it was over for us.
She turned as she walked off the stage and I sat up as her eyes met mine. She was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen, and I needed to know who she was.
I got up and headed back to Grayson’s office. Riggs was swiveling around in his chair while Luna giggled on his lap.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
“Awe, come on man. I haven’t seen my girl all day. Gimme a break.”
“You’re supposed to be watching the cameras.”
Riggs grimaced. “I’m tired of watching the cameras. Fuck, I’m tired of watching my back.”
I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. “Just, tell me who the fuck that girl is?”
I pointed to one of the cameras that had a clear view into the hallway. My perfect woman was sashaying down the hallway with Jade by her side.
Riggs glanced up and shrugged. “No clue,” he nuzzled Luna and she broke out in giggles.
I slammed my hand down on the desk finally gaining Riggs attention. His eyes were furious, but I didn’t give a shit. He was supposed to be working. “Who the fuck let her in?”
“She’s with Jade. She must be the new dancer Rahyne was going to rehearse.”
“What’s her name?”
“Who the fuck knows?”
Luna laced a hand on Riggs’ chest and shook her head. “Her name’s Sophia, Cain. Rahyne told me she was a friend of Jade’s and needed a job.”
I looked at Luna and grimaced. “You got your girl doin’ your job for you, bro?”
“Watch it Cain,” his voice was low and threatening.
I grunted. “Make sure you at least get a full background check on her before we let her in the club.” I pointed at Luna. “You! Get back to work!”
I heard Riggs growl as I turned and walked away, feeling angry and on edge. We were all fucking tired and snapping at each other. Wolf and Grayson still weren’t back from Seattle and Gunner had been a no show as usual. If we could count on him for something, it was for not showing the fuck up when asked.
Taking care of the club and the brotherhood was a twenty-four-seven job. I was stressed out and needed a night off. I hadn’t felt like this since my last tour in Afghanistan three years ago. Lack of sleep, always on edge, always keeping an eye on my back, shit, more like everyone’s back. I don’t know how Wolf does this sh
it day in and day out. I should be used to this, especially since I’ve been trained for the deadliest of situations for nearly half my life, but I was fucking pissed that I was pushed to feel like this in my own damn home. I stroked the back of my stiff neck as I came up to the bar. We had one of the prospects, Rex, helping Luna out while Rahyne was out. The guy did a good job and it was good to have a male bartender in the back for once.
I nodded over at him and he set down a glass of whiskey in front of me. “Rough night, Cain?”
“Rough fucking month.”
“Heard Wolf is coming back. He’ll be here in two days.”
I nodded. “Yeah. Word got around, huh?”
Rex shrugged. “You know how it is. Gotta keep all ears and eyes open...”
“You, Cain?” A man’s deep voice interrupted us, and I swiveled around slowly.
“Who’s askin’?” I eyed the man up, taking in his expensive shoes and the slick black tie he was wearing. The fucker definitely did not belong in these waters.
“Simon. Ryan Simon. I was told you were in charge.”
I recalled the name immediately. He was the President of the Death Row Shooters, and word on the street was that he was one evil fucker. He was also a fellow member who hadn’t turned his back on us.
I continued to eye him as I took the remaining swig of the burning liquid. “I’m Cain. What can I do for you Mr. Simon?”
He chuckled. “Guess I should’ve worn my patches. I stick out like a sore thumb,” he straightened out his suit jacket and looked around.
“You have a place we could talk?”
I nodded and lead the way to the back office where Riggs was now looking through footage.
“Riggs, this is Ryan Simon,” I gestured at Riggs. “This is our Road Captain, Jason Riggs.”
“Nice to meet you.”
Riggs nodded and made room for Ryan to sit down.
“So what can we do for you tonight, Mr. Simon?”
Ryan sat down on the leather couch, both his men taking guard at the door. “I came with information. Something you all need to know.
Riggs looked at me, scrunching his eyebrow. “Sounds like you’re about to give us bad news.”
Ryan nodded. “Looks like Tuco is trying to infiltrate your club. Word has it he’s out for blood. Hell’s Lovers blood. He’s pissed the fuck off.”
I smirked. “Who wouldn’t be? We killed his brother.”
Ryan nodded. I could see he was choosing his words carefully. “I suggest you guys watch your backs when you’re out on the streets. Don’t leave your bikes out in the open, you know, the usual.”
“I’ve got cameras everywhere,” Riggs stated.
“That’s good, but you’ll need a lot more than cameras when Tuco Moreno comes knocking. He’s involved in some bad shit. Cartel shit. They’re practically running his gang, and there’s a bigger operation brewing.”
“Where’s this Cartel from?”
“Colombia. The leader came to talk to me a couple nights ago. Motherfuckers are looking for the big dogs to help them smuggle in their shipments. Tuco was their lapdog, asking around, but when he couldn’t convince one of the most profitable establishments in this area to submit, he became a target. They wanted Ravenous, and they want the Hell’s Lovers. They asked me to help convince you.”
“Fuck! What did you tell them?”
“I told them it was a bad idea to involve me since I was already being watched by the FBI. It’s a total bullshit lie, but there’s no other way out of it. I thought I’d warn you.”
“Tuco has already asked. Wolf said no, that was it.”
Ryan nodded. “These fuckers are fed up with Los Perdidos. They’re not bringing them any results. Instead of using their lap dogs their coming in themselves. They’re coming after anyone who owns a bar. They’ve found a way to smuggle the drugs in pallets of alcohol, but they need establishments to order the liquor to make their front look legit.”
“Shit!”
“Look guys, I wouldn’t do this, but I owe Wolf a lot and we need to stand together on this. I don’t want this shit on my streets any more than you do. These guys are serious. They’re the type to kill your mother, your wife, and your kid, before they get to you.”
I stared at Riggs and we knew we were in for a visit. We needed to place the club on lockdown as soon as Wolf and Diesel got back.
CHAPTER THREE
SOPHIA
“Hello!” Jade called as we entered the tattoo parlor. It was a small place right across the street from Ravenous and next door to Knox’s repair shop.
“I’m in the back!” The man’s rumbled answer was deep and sexy making me wonder who hid behind a voice like that.
“Come on Sophia, you’re gonna love this!” She whispered excitedly, pulling me through a red curtain and into a back hallway. “Wait here, he doesn’t like to be surprised.”
I leaned against the wall of the dank and empty corridor, the walls were painted black and the red neon exit sign reflected a red hue against them. Beyond the door, I could clearly make out Jade’s voice.
“Baby, you think you have time for a piercing?”
“A piercing? I’m not doing any working today, Jade. How did you get in, anyway?” This man’s voice was rough and sounded pissed already.
I heard a pair of keys dangling. “You did give me an extra pair.”
“I told you that key was for emergencies,” he grunted. “Besides, I thought you didn’t believe in damaging your body.”
“Oh, stop it! I’ve gotten tattoos.”
“One tattoo, one. And it’s a tiny heart on your ring finger,” he stated matter-of-factly.
“Anyway, it’s for my friend. She’s right outside. She wants to get her tit pierced.”
I heard the man sigh. “What did I tell you about bringing friends over, Jade?”
“No. She’s not just any friend, she’s our new dancer at Ravenous. I wanted to give her a Hell’s Lovers welcome. Come on, baby. Do me this one little favor, and I’ll do one for you later tonight?”
The man groaned and his rumble made my insides flutter. “Fine. I’ll see what I’m working with and you can keep your favors, Jade.”
“Awe shucks, and here I thought I could convince you with a little lip action.”
I heard him grunt in response and Jade laughed. “Believe me baby, in this case I’m doing you a favor.”
“I doubt it. I need to get back to Ravenous. I can’t leave Riggs and Seth alone.”
“They can deal with shit for a little while,” she insisted.
My nerves got the best of me and as I was about to make a break for it, I was grabbed and dragged into a brightly lit room. I blinked as my eyes adjusted to the light and then I heard Jade’s voice.
“Cain, this is Sophia. Sophia, meet Cain Scardino. Hell’s Lovers’ Sargent at Arms and the best tattoo artist on all of the west coast.”
My vision cleared and my jaw dropped when I saw the man before me. He was just as gorgeous as the last time I had seen him. Tall, broad shouldered, with a powerful build. He had a thick beard that covered his chin and I itched to feel it’s roughness along my skin. He had the most perfectly chiseled jawline and thick neck. His muscles moved under his white tank and by God I felt my panties drench. He was absolutely all sexual and all man. But what mesmerized me most, were his eyes. In the brightness of the room they were like blue steel reaching into my soul. Dread ran through my veins as what Jade said sank in. He was a Hell’s Lover.
“Hey,” his hand reached out to me and I paused for a moment before I took it. I’m glad I did, because the electric shock that ran through my body at his touch had me yearning to sit in his chair, open my legs up wide, and have Cain Scardino claim me as his. Fuck, he was tempting. But he was also dangerous. A man that looked like him had to have some dark secrets.
I breathed out as his warm hand engulfed mine. “So, what can I do you for?”
“Anything,” I breathed.
“I’m s
orry?” He blinked.
“Um…I mean, um…I wanted a nipple piercing.”
Oh my God has it been that long? I’m a grown woman, for God’s sake! I don’t need to act like a prepubescent teenager! A man’s a man, just like any other.
It was inevitable. I was about to have an all-out panic attack in the middle of a tattoo parlor in the presence of, none other than, the Hell’s Lovers sexy as sin Sargent at Arms.
“Okay then, have a seat.”
Jade turned to me and winked. “Don’t worry sweetheart, I leave you in the best of hands.”
I grabbed her hand. “You’re leaving me here?”
She laughed and leaned in. “It’s not like he’s gonna bite you, unless you want him too,” she winked. “Besides, I have a quick errand to run. What do you think, Cain? Will she be done in an hour?”
His eyes lingered on mine and his lip curled into the most incredible smile I’d ever seen. “An hour should be just fine.”
She gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and winked. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”
I watched her leave and realized I was all alone with this man...this gorgeous... dangerous... man. Did I say he was dangerous?
“Okay, sweetheart, hop up and let’s do this.”
I turned to him and froze in place as his eyes settled on mine. I instantly looked down and I could feel a slight blush creep up my cheeks. In the silence of the room, I heard the wheels of his chair rolling across the floor, and then warmth engulfed my hand as he held it gingerly.
I looked up and my eyes found his, all dark and filled with sensual sins yet to be discovered. “Is this your first time?”