“But you’re not, are you?” I asked and Oz straightened himself again.
“It’s not going to happen, I’m good at cheating death,” he said and I blinked at him when I heard those words. I thumped his back and started walking away from him.
“I’ll stay in touch,” I called out to him and walked to my bike.
It had suddenly struck me that he was just a kid, and that bringing him into the MC would make me responsible for putting his life on the line. If I hadn’t met Alexis, this realization wouldn’t have mattered to me so fucking much.
6
Alexis
I was waiting in the living room, pacing around, staring at each tick of the clock. When Oz jiggled the key in the lock outside, I breathed a sigh of relief. He walked in, this time without any fresh cuts or bruises on his body. At least none that were visible.
“Did he find you?” I screamed, before he even had the chance to shut the door. Oz rolled his eyes and walked straight past me to the kitchen.
“Oz! Did he fucking find you?” I raged, following him and he stopped and turned to me.
“Yeah, he fucking did. I spoke to Abe, from the Marked Skulls and he told me just how much trouble you caused him. Jesus, sis, why can’t you just stay out of this?” Oz threw his arms up in the air from frustration. I could feel my lips quivering. I hadn’t doubted for a single second that Abe wouldn’t go after Oz, even though I had threatened him not to.
“Where is he? Where do these Marked Skulls guys hang out?” I shouted and Oz turned from me again.
I fell on him, banging my clenched fists on his back and screaming.
“Tell me where he is! I want to fucking talk to this man!”
Oz crouched away from me, not daring to lift a finger against his sister.
“Okay, fuck, fine! At a bar called T-Bone. Maybe he’ll be able to talk some sense into you and get you off my back,” Oz grunted and I turned from him and rushed to pick my jacket off the hook.
“Alexis! I really want this. Don’t screw this up for me!” I heard him yell after me as I banged the door shut.
I didn’t care about what Oz thought he wanted. I was going to make sure that he didn’t join the ranks of the Marked Skulls, that was for sure.
* * *
I drove to the bar where Oz said I might find Abe. There were loads of muscle cars and bikes parked outside and I jumped out of my car in a hurry. I could feel the anger and the adrenaline pumping in my veins. I wasn’t going to let Abe get away with this, I wasn’t going to let him lure my baby brother into his lair.
I walked through the door, being greeted by loud music and the smoke of cigarettes in the air. I waved my hand in front of my face, to look through the smoke and I could feel my eyes burning.
The bar was full to the brim with people, some just ordinary locals while many were bulked up biker men in similar leather jackets to Abe. Some heads turned to look at me. I was instantly marked out as an intruder, but I didn’t care.
I squared my shoulders and lifted my chin up in the air and strode in, making for the bar. When I drew closer, I caught sight of him.
Abe was sitting at a table, surrounded by other men who looked like him and a few scantily clad women. There was a girl sitting on Abe’s lap, she had her arms wrapped loosely around his neck and she was laughing, while a cigarette dangled from the corner of Abe’s mouth. I recognized the girl…she was a local stripper; Vanity or Charity or some name like that.
Abe was talking to the guy beside him, and he hadn’t noticed me walking towards him. I stopped in front of the table, with my hands stuffed into the pockets of my jacket.
The fact that I was still dangerously attracted to this man hadn’t gone unacknowledged.
“I need to talk to you,” I shouted, trying to make myself heard over the loud music. All the heads at the table turned towards me in unison and Abe’s blue eyes settled on me. I realized once again, just how handsome he was. Sharp eyebrows, like his jaws and nose, soft lips and narrow blue eyes. His hair, golden and closely cropped, looked like velvet.
“Didn’t expect to see you in a place like this,” Abe said and he patted the stripper’s ass, playfully pushing her off his lap. She giggled and jumped up, walking over behind him now and wrapping her arms around his neck again.
“I need to talk to you. I told you to stay away from my brother!” I exclaimed and I could hear the sizzle in my voice. The others at the table exchanged looks, and looked at me with smiles. There were two women there too, on the arms of the other two men. They looked a little worried for me.
“And I told you that I was going to find him and talk to him,” Abe said and stubbed his cigarette out on the surface of the table.
“What is this about?” one of the girls, who had tied her blond hair in a braid, asked. I glared at her, trying to get the words out of my system but Abe interrupted me.
“Nothing to worry about, Lila. Alexis here just needs a reality check,” Abe said and looked at me again, as he slowly stood up.
“She doesn’t get to order me around,” he added and I thrust my chin out at him.
“No, it’s not an order, it’s a threat. If you don’t stay away from my brother…” my voice trailed as I tried to think fast.
“What will you do?” Abe asked and I clenched my fists in my jacket.
“I’ll kill you,” I said and the others exchanged looks again.
Abe lunged at me and I screamed. He had grabbed me by my waist and was lifting me up in the air. I kicked and screamed some more while I sensed him carrying me somewhere, away from the bar area.
“Let me go! Let me fucking go!” I screamed and he didn’t stop, kicking a door open with his foot with me still tightly wound in his arms.
“No, you need to learn to behave yourself,” he growled and banged the door shut behind him.
* * *
Abe let me go and I sprang away from him, glaring as I faced him in the small storeroom. Unlike the one in the supermarket, this one was filled with crates of alcohol and was much smaller. One single light bulb swung from a chord between us and Abe looked at me with a calm expression on his face.
“So, you want to kill me?” he asked and crossed his arms over his chest. He wasn’t wearing his jacket right now, and his bulging biceps were on full display for me. There were intricate dark tattoos on his arms, just like the ones crawling up his neck and I couldn’t stop picturing his cock. A massive throbbing cock hanging between his muscular thighs.
“I will have to, if you don’t stay away from Oz,” I hissed and Abe threw his head back and let out a laugh. I watched him laugh with rage burning inside me. None of this was funny to me.
Abe finished and then looked back at me again, his eyes narrowed at my face.
“Alexis, I’m telling you now that you can’t just walk into an MC bar and threaten a member’s life. I probably saved your life out there. Any of my brothers could have pulled a gun on you,” he growled and the smile had disappeared from his face.
I kept my chin up and stared back at him.
“I don’t give a shit,” I said and he took a step towards me. Once again, he was backing me up into a corner.
“Oh yes, you will, Alexis, when you have the barrels of guns facing you,” he said and now he was just an inch away from me. His hot breath fell on my face, shaking the strands of red hair that had fallen over my eyes. I could breathe in his scent again, there were goosebumps on my skin. I could feel a throbbing in my pussy, a wetness was spreading. I hated myself for wanting him, for not pushing him away.
“I just want you to stay away from Oz,” I cried out and Abe reached out for my face. He pressed his palms into both my cheeks, squishing my face and I could feel my heart racing in my chest. His touch was rough and strong, I was putty in his hands. I could already feel myself melting away.
“But see, that’s not what he wants. Your brother was excited to talk to me and I like that kid. I want to give him a chance,” he said, peering into my eyes and
I felt a sinking feeling in my heart. I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t want to hear it. I wanted to do something, to do anything that would make this man not influence my brother, and at the same time; I wanted him to keep holding me, to keep touching me.
Abe growled and released my cheeks, taking steps away from me and I felt the air rush back into my lungs again.
“You’re fucking wrecking my head!” he grunted and ran a hand through his velvety blond hair. I watched him, as he bunched up his fist and punched the door.
“Oz is just a kid, he has a bright future ahead of him, away from all this, away from this neighborhood. If you influence him, if he gets in with your MC…there won’t be any way out for him,” I said, in a softer, weaker voice and Abe whipped around to me.
“And what the fuck is wrong with my life? What is so wrong about me, Alexis?” he growled and charged towards me again. I gasped, pinning myself to the stack of crates behind me and he stopped himself, just inches from grabbing me again.
Abe narrowed his eyes at me.
“What are you really doing here, Alexis? You and I both know that you’re not going to stop me from doing what I want to do. Why did you come here tonight?” he asked, in a deeper guttural voice.
I gulped. Suddenly, my throat had gone very dry and I felt like I couldn’t breathe anymore. He was right, I didn’t know what I was doing here anymore. I was powerless against him. What did I think I was going to achieve by screaming at him?
“Answer me, woman!” he growled and grabbed the crates behind me with both hands. He was shielding me with his body, making it impossible for me to escape. Not that I wanted to go anywhere. I wanted to stay right there where I was, protected by his body.
“I don’t know,” I replied meekly and Abe clenched his jaws as he glared at me angrily.
“Well, I know what you’re doing here. You came here looking for me because you wanted to be fucked,” he said and I panted roughly. I couldn’t breathe anymore. He was holding my gaze firmly, while he brought his face towards me.
My lips parted mechanically, I couldn’t stop them and within seconds, Abe’s tongue was parting them even more. Our lips fuzed hungrily and his tongue slid into my mouth, devouring me. I felt his rough hands on my hips, pulling me tightly to his chest as he kissed me and I felt like I was sinking into him, like I was completely losing myself.
I couldn’t think about Oz right now, I couldn’t think of anything other than Abe’s lips on mine, and his hands slowly crawling up my t-shirt to cup my breasts.
7
Abe
I squeezed her small breasts with both my hands and Alexis moaned into my mouth. I was still kissing her and she was kissing me back harder. I could feel her hips pressing into my sides. With my tongue in her mouth, I quickly slipped the jacket off her shoulders, grabbing her breasts again.
When I pulled my mouth away from her, she was panting hard. Her green eyes were wide and hungry, she’d forgotten about her threat to kill me. Right now we were nothing but two bodies desperate to be inside each other.
I pulled her back to me by her waist and undid the buttons of her jeans. She wrapped her arms around my neck, rubbing her fingers through my short buzz-cut hair. I pulled her jeans down, then her panties and my fingers found her wet juicy pussy.
Alexis moaned, throwing her head back with pleasure as my fingers rubbed against the slit of her engorged pussy. Her clit was throbbing and raw and I stroked it hard, leaning my face into hers. She had pressed her eyes close, facing the ceiling and little pleasured moans escaped her lips with every stroke of my fingers.
I wanted her to come. I wanted her to be helpless in my hands and see for herself what I was capable of doing to her. Grabbing her by the shoulders, I whipped her around. She gasped as she fell back into me, her precious little butt pushed against my thighs. She was naked from the waist down and dripping wet between her legs.
I stretched one arm over her torso, keeping her pinned to my chest by pressing down on her neck. She rolled her hips, grazing her bare ass against my legs. I knew she could feel my growing erect cock tenting in my jeans, she rubbed herself against it, holding my thighs for support.
My other hand trailed down her breasts, down her belly to that spot between her legs again. Alexis moaned and then spread her legs, just like I wanted her to.
My back was against crates of bottles, and I had her pinned to myself. She was breathing hard, holding on to me while she faced forward. I breathed into her ear, I could smell the sweet fruity smell of her shampoo, her silky red hair was in my nostrils, in my eyes.
With her legs spread out like that, there was only one thing for me to do. My fingers found her pussy again and I started rubbing.
Alexis yelped, while I stroked her engorged clit roughly. She had bunched up my jeans, holding me tightly while her body shook with waves of pleasure.
“Oh my God!” she moaned over and over again, while my fingers rubbed her clit in a quick motion. She was moving her body, rolling her hips, giving in to the pleasure of having my fingers on her wet pussy.
I could feel the sweet juicy stickiness of her on my fingers and I slipped my forefinger into her folds. She moaned louder, throwing her head back, resting it on my right shoulder. I started pumping my finger into her, sliding it in and out of her wet swollen folds.
“I’m not going to stop till you come for me,” I growled into her ear and she opened her eyes. We were looking at each other, her mouth was hanging open, her wide green eyes were glazed over. She licked her lips and gulped, while her body shook with the rhythm of my finger thrusting in and out of her pussy.
“I’m coming,” she said meekly, like she was coming against her will and I increased the speed of my pumping. I rubbed her clit, sliding my finger in and out of her pussy till I felt her juices dribble out of her folds. Alexis shook with her orgasm, pressing her eyes close and moaning loudly. I held her in place with my arm still wound around her breasts till her breathing subsided, and she stopped shaking.
The moment her orgasm relaxed, she wriggled out of my grasp and sprang away from me. My cock was still rock-hard and throbbing in my pants. It had to be my turn now. I wasn’t going to be satisfied till I had emptied myself in her, but Alexis looked angry. Sense had returned to her. Her pale cheeks looked pink with rage.
“This was a mistake!” she hissed, picking up her panties and jeans from the floor. I watched her with heavy breaths, my eyes narrowed and hungry for her beautiful petite body.
She was fucking changing her mind! I wanted to punch something.
“I need to get out of here,” she barked, slipping her jacket back on her shoulders again. Back to being fully dressed now, she stood glaring at me, running her hand through her hair to settle it back down.
“Go if you want to, I’m not going to stop you,” I said and wiped my fingers down my jeans. She watched the motion and gulped, slowly looking back into my eyes again.
“I came here to tell you to please leave my brother alone,” she said and her voice wavered a little now. I straightened up, squaring my shoulders. My cock was still throbbing angrily, my frustration was mounting.
“And why should I do that?” I asked her and Alexis shook her head.
“Because I’m begging you to,” she exclaimed and I saw a change in the look on her face. For a moment, I thought she was going to burst into tears, but she gathered herself in time.
She rushed past me, swinging the door open and banging it shut behind her. I was alone in the storeroom, imagining her body in my arms, how sweet that release would feel if I had my cock inside her.
“Fuck!” I growled and smashed my fist into the wall.
8
Alexis
When I returned to the apartment, Oz was already asleep. All the lights were switched off and there was no deafening music playing in his room.
I sat down with a thump on the couch, feeling exhausted—in both my body and my soul. I kept sitting in the dark like that, thinking about ev
erything that had happened.
What Abe had said to me in the storeroom had struck a chord. What was the real reason why I had gone to see him? I couldn’t even answer that question honestly in the privacy of my own thoughts. What did I think I was going to change? Killing him was an empty threat; we all knew that I wasn’t capable of that. Abe barely even knew me, and he already knew I wouldn’t be able to follow through with that threat. So, why had I gone looking for him?
It had felt good being with him. He knew exactly what to do to my body to make me come like a switch had gone off in me somewhere. I could still feel the rush of that orgasm coursing through my veins. I could feel his fingers on my clit, in my pussy…and I pressed my thighs together tightly.
I should have pushed him away, I should have walked out of that storeroom before he kissed me. But once his lips met mine, I was helpless, it was like I was living a deep suppressed fantasy. Being with the bad-boy.
I shook my head and tried to drive those thoughts away. Abe, and every other guy like him was bad news. I needed someone like Joshua, but why hadn’t I gone out with him for the past year since I’d known him? What was stopping me from being with him? It was obvious that he wanted to be with me, he would have jumped at the opportunity of an actual date.
And yet, I had kissed a guy I just met, I’d allowed him to strip me down and tease my pussy till I came like an explosion in his hands. Why had I done that to myself? When I knew that there was no chance for us.
I stretched myself out on the small couch, staring up at the dark ceiling. I thought I had gone to the bar because I could change Abe’s mind about Oz, but I had done the exact opposite—this was like a game to him. He was even more determined to get to my brother now.
Men like him; they didn’t care how many families they ruined by luring an impressionable young boy into their group. I could have burst into tears, fallen at his feet and begged him to spare my brother—and he wouldn’t have batted an eyelid. He knew he was powerful in this city, he knew he had violence and strength and money on his side; and my pleas wouldn’t have made a difference to him.
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