BREAKING THE RULES: Forsaken 99 MC

by Evelyn Glass

  This is what she needed, conflict, the clash of wills and a struggle, something, anything, to expend the rage that was consuming her. She pushed him over on the bed again, his head banging against the headboard as she rode him down once more, but she didn’t care, so lost in the fog of lust and range nothing matter except her need. She forced his mouth to her breast, holding him there as he finally figured out what she needed and began to suckle her with near painful intensity.

  He didn’t exactly see stars when he crashed into the headboard, but it still hurt like hell. He didn’t know what had come over Rachel and he was becoming angry at her rough treatment, but even more than that, he was concerned. He had never seen her like this and he didn’t understand why she was lashing out at him. She pulled him roughly to her breast, holding his mouth tightly to her as he opened his lips and began to lash at the nipple with his tongue. She hissed and pulled him even harder into her breast and he increased the intensity of his sucking, flicking the erect point with his tongue before dragging his teeth gently across it. She gasped and held him with one hand, reaching for his cock with the other. He was still soft, but as realization began to dawn, he began to firm up. He didn’t understand why she was acting this way, but she obviously wanted to be taken roughly, her anger with Todd morphing into some strange desire for intimate combat. He grabbed her hair and jerked her head roughly back, exposing her throat to his hard kisses. He released her hair and, with a grunt in effort, he forced her over onto her back, following her tumble before pinning her arms to the bed.

  “This what you want?”

  “Yes. Give it to me.”

  He stared into her eyes, seeing the challenge there before he took her lips forcefully, kissing her with a much heat and passion as he could muster. She strained against his grip, whimpering softly in effort as she met the fervor of his kiss with her own. He released her hands and she wasted no time grabbing his back and pulling him even harder into the kiss.

  As soon as he released her hands, she pulled him close then tried to reach between them, straining to reach his cock and steer it into him. She could feel his hardness pressing against her and she wanted it inside. As she tried to worm her hand between them, he pressed his hips harder into her, preventing her from reaching him. She broke away from the torrid kiss with a gasp, trying to move him, trying to get some space between them, but he was fighting her, making her struggle for what she wanted. She twisted as hard as she could, digging a leg into the bed for additional leverage. She could feel Jules begin to turn, but he stiffened and pressed her back over on to her back.

  He heard Rachel gasp as he sucked hard at her neck. He moved to a new place each time so to not give her a hickey, holding her down as she squirmed and struggled beneath him. She was surprisingly strong, but he outweighed her by fifty pounds or more, and she couldn’t match his strength. As her hands wrapped around his back and neck, holding him to her as he sucked and bit, she pushed up against him with her hips. With a quick movement he released his hold on her, and scooped her leg over his arms, forcing her legs up and back over his shoulders as he moved in. He entered her slowly, unsure if she was ready to accept him, but as her wetness surrounded him he finished his insertion with a hard jab.

  She strained against him, the struggle to get free of his grasp enraging her even more but exciting her at the same time. With a sudden movement he was pushing her legs back. She tried to prevent it by pushing back against him, but he had caught her off guard and removed all her leverage before she stop him. As he drove hard into her, pounding into her with savage intensity, she seized his head and held it tight. She stared into his face, gritting her teeth, her lips pulled back into a feral sneer as he took her. This is what she needed, and she was going to fuck him into submission.

  Watching Rachel’s face twist into a mask of lust, fury and resolve was perhaps the single most erotic thing he had ever seen. She made no sound as she stared hard into his eyes, her face working as some deep emotion played across her features. Suddenly she released his head and flung her head back with a deep gasp, arching her back as she grasped his arms and held tight as her nails bit into his skin. But he didn’t care. He didn’t understand what she was feeling, what was making her act this way. But his understanding was not required, only that he met her need.

  Her orgasm came from nowhere and wrapped her in its warm embrace. But it served only to whet her need as her desire for him became razor sharp. Her fury was gone, replaced by a need so deep and profound that she didn’t think it could ever be met.

  As she came out of from under the spell of her orgasm, she began to thrust her hips in time with his, growling softly as she met his strokes. He pulled out of her and roughly flipped her to stomach then placed his knees to either side of her hips as he entered her once again. He fell across her back, tucking his arms under her, supporting himself on his elbows as he clasped her to him. Burying his face in her shoulder, he began to drive into her again, hard and fast.

  This! This is what she needed! Wrapped in Jules’s embrace as he panted into her shoulder while he slammed into her furiously, grunting in effort as he took her with sweet violence, made her grimace as her second orgasm began to form.

  “Come on,” he growled. “Fuck…”

  She didn’t know if he was talking to her or to himself, but it didn’t matter. The strain of his voice as he snarled and panted made her flash hot as if she were standing before a giant kiln.

  “Yes, yes…” she grunted, encouraging him on.

  “Fuck!” he snarled again as his grip tightened down on her even more, pulling her in tighter.

  She was completely under his control and she made a loud savage growl, a primitive sound of anger and lust. She was burning as her orgasm swelled within her, rising higher and higher, every nerve in her body tingling with the explosive power of the approaching release.

  He couldn’t stop his orgasm, but he could feel Rachel tightening up underneath him. Growling, deep and feral, he began to curl up as his orgasm began to take him. With an explosive grunt he came, his essence spilling from him with such power that every pulse burned along the length of his cock. He cried out in erotic pain as he drove into her, shuddering in pleasure so intense that he could barely stand it, but so caught up in his lust that he was unable to stop his thrusts.

  Jules’s cry of completion was the shove she needed. She bit the linens of the bed, each breath a growl as she stifled the scream that threatened to escape her. As she strained in pleasure, she fought to ride out the release, unable to move, frozen in place by her position and the orgasms that caused every muscle to strain against the others.

  He collapsed against her, weak and out of breath. As she lay panting, he felt her relax beneath him. With a supreme effort he pulled himself from her, and flopped over into the bed. They were backwards, his feet resting on the pillows, but he didn’t care. Not at the moment.

  The moment he was still beside her, she crawled into his waiting arms. She didn’t know why, and unable to stop them, the tears began to flow as she began to sob quietly.

  “Are you okay?” he asked softly. “Why are you crying? Did I hurt you?”

  “No,” she gasped, the tears coming hard. “I don’t know,” she whimpered. “I don’t know why I’m crying. Please, just hold me.”

  He pulled her in closer, tucking her in tighter against him. He wrapped her in a tight embrace, caressing her back with one hand as he held her head with the other, using his free leg to set up a gentle rocking motion.

  “Shhh…” he murmured, holding her tight. “It’s going to be okay.”

  He held her, rocking her gently as she wept quietly, until the tears stopped, and she slid softly into sleep.

  Chapter Forty One

  It was slow at He’s Not Here, and Jules was behind the bar cleaning the mirror when he saw the door open in the reflection. It was Eric, and as he entered, Jules pivoted and dropped his hand to his sidearm. Eric didn’t appear to be armed or agitated, but he was
taking no chances.

  Eric spotted Jules behind the bar and approached. “Jules.”

  “Eric. What can I do for you?”

  Mat leaned on the bar as Rachel approached. “I’ve been thinking over what you said. It’s so hard to believe Todd would do this to the club. At least not without a vote.”

  “Yeah, I know. I had a hard time believing it myself. But it all fits. What I don’t know is why. Why the sudden change.”

  “Yeah. Me either,” Eric said.

  “What changed your mind? When you left last night I was sure you were going straight to Todd with this.”

  “To be honest, I was. But Exotic and I had a long talk. Actually, it was fight if you want to know the truth. Jesus, it was awful, with us screaming at each other. But… she was right. I was just being pig headed and didn’t want to listen.”

  Jules reached across the bar. “Welcome aboard.”

  “Who else is in on this? Or is it just you and me?” Eric asked as he shook Jules’s hand.

  “There are a couple of others as well, but I’m the only one that knows all the players, and I intended to keep it that way for a while. For everyone’s protection.”

  “Okay, that makes sense. But, Jules, let me make this perfectly clear. If I find out you are playing me, if you are trying to turn me against the club for your own purposes, I will gut you myself.”

  Jules smiled at him. “Let me buy you a drink. What’ll you have?”

  “Make it a Scotch and soda.”

  Rachel sets three glasses on the counter, and filled each with drink of choice, pouring a shot of Southern Comfort for herself and Jack Daniels Black for Jules. They three clink the glasses together and sip.

  “Don’t worry, Eric. I have been straight up with you on this. No games. You know what I know. I may be wrong in some of the minor details, but it had to be an inside job to take out the cleaning crew, and only Todd could have pulled that off. Fish and Bell, I’m not as sure about, but after the second hit, I have little doubt he was responsible for them as well.”

  “But how are you going to prove it? I have been unhappy in the club since you left. Even before. Something was going on. I could feel it. But some of the other guys, I’m not so sure are ready to commit. I hate drugs. But some of the others? You’re going to need proof of the hit to sway them.”

  “I know. I’m still working on that part. But I have to know what I have to work with before I can plan.”

  “So you don’t have a plan?” Eric asked as his eyebrows inched up.

  “Only to see how many members we can turn,” Rachel said. “You make four, but there may be others we can turn. Others that are not happy with the direction the club is going.”

  “Maybe,” Eric allowed. “But how are you going to find them. And more importantly, how are you going to turn them without them going to Todd. You are taking a big risk here, you know.”

  “We know,” Rachel confirmed. “We have a plan we are working to find out who we can trust and who we can’t, so let Jules and I worry about that. But the members of Forsaken 99 that died trying to take the club back, they don’t deserve to die in vain. Forsaken 99 was like, I don’t know, the knights that used to slay dragons and rescue damsels in distress. You protected Vallecito from the drugs and violence. You’ve been around longer than Jules, so you remember how it was, right?”

  “Yeah. We were just beginning to turn the tide when I showed up. Those were the good old days, when I was sure we were doing the right thing. Now, I’m not sure. Or maybe a better way to put it is, I’m sure we’re not doing the right thing.”

  “Wouldn’t you like to feel like that again? Like you are on the right team and doing good?”

  “Yes. Yes I would. I’m tired of being shunned and stared out.”

  “Then you are doing the right thing. You, and Jules, and all the others, you’re going to take back Forsaken 99 and return it to its place of honor. You’re going to become our knight savior once again.”

  Eric looked at Rachel a moment and then turned to Jules and smiled. “She really good, isn’t she?”

  “The best.”

  “But what makes you think the town will want us back after what has happened?” Eric asked her.

  “I think people will understand that once you purge the bad apples, and return to what you were doing, that it wasn’t Forsaken 99, just a few bad people. You won the town over once. I should be easier the second time.”

  Eric sipped at his drink. “I hope you’re right. I miss being the good guy. It made me feel good about myself.”

  Rachel giggled. “Go home Eric. Chase Exotic around the house and make wild passionate love to her. You’re a good guy again. Now you’re part of the solution, not part of the problem.”

  Eric tossed back the rest of his drink and grimaced as he sat the glass on the bar. “Okay. On the going home part anyway.”

  Rachel patted Eric on the hand. “Does she know you’re here?”

  “No. I haven’t told her yet. We went to bed pissed off last night and I left without saying goodbye this morning. I was a real asshole.”

  “Tell her,” she advised. “Tell her what you have done. Tell her that you are committing to cleaning up the town again. Trust me, you will like the results.”

  Eric stared at her a moment. “Why do I think you know more than you should?”

  Rachel smiled. “I’m a bartender… always the wisest person in the room.”

  Eric looked at her a moment longer and then turned. “Okay. I will.”

  “Next time I see you, I expect you to tell me if I was right.”

  Eric gave her a lopsided grin. “Will do. You’ll contact me when you have a plan?”

  “Count on it. And Eric… thanks,” Jules said as he extended his hand again.

  Eric took it in a firm grip but said nothing, giving Jules a slight nod before releasing his hand and walking out.

  As the door swung shut behind him, Jules turned to Rachel. “What was that all about?”

  “What?”

  “The whole knights in shining armor and the damsel in distress bit. And the thing about telling Kelly about him joining up with us. And when the hell did she change her name?”

  Rachel smiled and began to polish the bar with her rag as she composed her thoughts. “Men want to believe certain things. They want to be thought of as good and strong and brave. Most men anyway. Good men. Forsaken 99 is full of good men. I was just appealing to his better nature, reminding him how he was seen once. A group of knight seems to be a good way to describe how Forsaken 99 was. You even ride horses, in a manner of speaking.”

  “And Kelly? Or Exotic.”

  “She is missing the status that came from being associated with the good guys. I’m thinking other women used to be a little jealous of her, and she is missing that. But that’s just a guess on my part.”

  “And you know this how?”

  “I told you, I’m a bartender. People tell me things.” Jules stared at her, unmoving until she began to giggle. “Okay, Exotic told me when she came to see me that some of her friends were shunning her and she didn’t like it.”

  “Did she tell you when and why she changed her name?”

  “No. I didn’t know her. You knew her as Kelly?”

  “That’s her name, so yeah.”

  Rachel shrugged. “Maybe that is what she uses around Eric. Or maybe that is what he calls her. I don’t know.”

  Jules scratched his face. “And the other part? The part about him telling her and chasing her around the house?”

  “Let’s just say Eric isn’t the only one that felt something was missing in their marriage. I take it, before all this started, they had an… exciting… sex life.”

  “And you think that this will make it better?”

  “I think Eric feeling like the good guy again will make it better, yes.”

  “You seem to have a keen insight into the male personality. I’ve seen you do this before.”

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  “Steer a guy in the direction you want him to go. Makes me wonder how much of what I do is me… and how much is you.”

  Rachel gave him her best mysterious smile. “Well, you did take me to bed after all.” She stared into his eyes a moment, reading the doubt there, before turning to straighten bottles on the rack behind her so she could hide her grin.

  ***

  Jules was sweeping the floor and putting up chairs as she loaded mugs into the freezer when her phone chimed with the arrival of a text. She finished loading the freezer before checking the phone, but when she read the message she grinned. The text was short and to the point. Exotic was gushing in gratitude over the change in Eric. He had arrived home and told her about his joining up with Jules and he had seemed more alive than he had in weeks. Reading between the lines, it appeared that Exotic had liked the results of him joining up as well.