I move back up and kiss her lips as I begin to unbuckle her shorts. She nips at my lips, and this time I laugh. She smiles as she dives back into the moment and the kiss. I move to rest my body on my forearm to the side of her. Slowly, my other hand gently pulls her shorts and underwear down together. All I feel is her soft skin beneath my touch, up the inside of her leg, while my mouth kisses and licks her tits.
She gasps for air as my hand feathers over her pussy, and I start rubbing the outside gently. I lift my head a bit to look into her eyes. “You have never had a man touch you?” I pray she says no. She doesn’t answer me. My heart sinks and resigns that I at least have her now and will have more than any other.
Tami’s breaths begin to even out and her hands come up to cup my face. “Solo,” she calls to me. I know she can see the disappointment on my face. “No other men, you are the first.” My eyes close at her words and excitement races through my veins. She pulls me down to her lips and my teeth nip her lips, greedily taking them. Tami’s hands leave my face and grip my shirt, not allowing me to move.
My lips kiss the side of her mouth as I whisper to her, “Fuck, Tami, I’m going to make you come on my hand, okay?” My fingers lightly glide over her greedy little cunt.
She pulls me tighter toward her and moans into the night sky under the stars, confirming that yes, she wants me. Her legs relax more, and she begs, “Do. Not. Stop,” between her panted breathes.
My mouth goes back to licking and sucking her tits and my fingers caress the outside of the opening to her pussy. I dip my thumb in lightly and glide up to her clit to stroke her in soft, slow circles.
Tami’s head falls to the side, with her eyes clinched shut. “Holy shit, Solo,” she exclaims into the darkening night sky.
My middle finger gently finds her opening and I slowing push in and out of her a few times. She closes her eyes and her legs open wider for me. I stick another finger in, slowly. Her tight little pussy grips me, and my dick is hard as steel at the thought of taking her.
Her eyes fly open and I continue rubbing her clit a little faster and with more pressure. “Yes,” she hisses. I increase the speed, and, soon, her pussy comes around my fingers.
“Fuck,” she pants as she’s coming down from the high. Wishing I could be there with her, I kiss her lips. I pull my fingers out and stick them into my mouth, licking them clean.
This woman will not get away from me. She is mine.
Chapter 4
Pawn
Nirvana blasts through the clubhouse speakers in the main room as I pull the primo blunt away from my lips after a long hard inhale.
Weed is my skillset. You want a special blend, or maybe something laced with a real twisted treat, I can do that, too. Listen up, a primo blunt is weed laced with coke. Keeps me up and keeps me mellowed out.
I supply the brothers with their needs, with the fire that lights up their lives. That’s my job. I’m the in-house Dr. Green Thumb. I grow the shit out of it outback in the greenhouse. Perfectly legal to have up to six plants growing here, under one name. I have another greenhouse at my house, under my own name. I don’t sell it on the streets, we just smoke the fuck out of it.
My vision starts blurring more, and I feel dizzy from the loss of oxygen to my body. I release the smoke I was holding in into a long lazy cloud. Feather is sitting next to me, along with Cowboy and a few other club sluts. I pass her the blunt and watch her lips wrap around it. It’s sexy as fuck. I have the urge to bend her over the pool table and fuck her.
She watches me back, with lust swirling around in her eyes. I chuckle to myself and wonder if I can lace weed with ecstasy. I can pass that shit out on Valentine’s Day to all the brothers. An evil smirk lifts at the idea.
Lost in my thoughts, I didn’t pay attention to Feather. She now has raised up onto her knees on the couch, very close to me, and grabs me by my cut, leaning over my body, all naked except for her G-string. She shotguns her drag into my body. Our lips collide, and whispers of smoke filter around us.
I moan into her mouth when her hand grabs my dick through my jeans. Fuck. My hands go to her shoulders, and I nudge her to sit back on the couch. The little bitch smiles and opens her legs for me, inviting me to fuck her like a puppet playing in my own porn. We’ve fucked like rabbits for the past few months. Except for lately, and she’s not taking the rejection well.
Releasing the smoke from my lungs, I decide to get the fuck up and clear my head a bit. Something feels fucking off and is killing my buzz.
Standing up from the haze surrounding me, I turn to see a group of bitches watching not far from me. When I realize it’s just Vegas, Dana, Jenn and Kat, I relax a bit until my eyes land on Tami who is sandwiched in between a pissed off Jenn and Kat. Their eyes, like Tami’s, track me like assassins. If those bitches could get away with fucking me up, they would. They are a fierce little pack and they protect each other. Fuck.
My heart hammers in my chest, ready to explode. But I talk myself out of it. She’s not my bitch anyway. Like they haven’t seen this shit before?
I nod towards them and none of them smile or acknowledge me as I pass by. My eyes stay on Tami and her face remains impassive toward me. Whatever, I tell myself, and walk over to the bar. “Coors,” I call out to the prospect and he quickly grabs a bottle, passing it over to me. I pop the top off and chug half of it down. The cool beer soothes the dryness from the bud that’s sitting in my mouth and the back of my throat.
I can’t help but watch Tami in the bar mirror in front of me. Her face lights up at something the girls say, and she raises her hand to her mouth to hide her laughter.
She’s too fuckin sweet for me and the things I desire. Like dirty fucking and getting torn up with drugs and alcohol. Tami would run from me if she knew I wanted to claim not only her pussy, but her virgin ass too. I could devote hours to getting baked with her and priming her body for the dick I want to give her. Taking her to places she’s never been in her mind.
I groan at the erotic fantasies passing through my mind like a movie. She would be the angel in my dreams, in the fog of my lust, passing through time, but time would stand still for us.
I chug the rest of my beer and slam down the empty bottle on the bar top. Regret claws at me for what just happened, but I’m not going to be a pussy and cower to her.
I spin around to see that Solo’s found her. His hand gently pushes a blonde piece of hair out of her face and she smiles for him. I’m just a lost thought now.
Changing my direction, I walk behind the bar and grab four more beers, then leave down the hallway, back to the garage where I will be left alone.
Slamming the garage door shut behind me, I find a chair and plunge my body into it. I pop open another beer and drink it as fast as I can to drown out my self-doubt. Memories of the past collide with memories of the present. Something that I haven’t felt in a long damn time. Visions of my dad beating the fuck out of me and reminding me how fucking worthless I am begin to come forward.
I open another beer and wish I had someone to fight to get the pain out. Maybe I just want to go fuck up the old man? Sitting in my lonely party of one, I do something I’d promised not to do ever again and allow the insecurities of the past to blanket around me. Consuming my heart and mind. “Fucking pussy,” I call out loud to only the darkness and to myself.
In the quiet of the garage, I drink the rest of my beers and wait for the numbness to take over. Eventually, it helps, and the bullshit fades as my body starts growing tired.
I decide to get up and go to bed, fuck this day. I stand up from the chair and walk to the door just as it glides open and a sweet angel steps through it. Her hair is like a halo from the light cascading around her.
“Pawn?” The angel calls my name and my heart skips a beat. I move closer to her, our bodies just inches apart. My hand finds hers in the dark and they tangle together. She raises her other hand and sweeps her fingers across my forehead.
“You don’t seem to be okay. W
hat is it?” Her soft voice caresses over me. She seeps into my body like a drug I’ve never had before.
I can’t and won’t tell her. I push forward and both of my hands pick up her delicate body by her thighs. Her legs wrap around my waist and our bodies collide and bang against the door behind her. My dick grows hard at her smell and touch and her being this close to me again. My lips come down onto her hers and I rub my dick into her.
She grinds her hips with mine, her own instincts taking over. Her hands pull at the hair on my head. I groan into her innocent but sinful lips. “Angel,” I whisper between kisses.
My hand travels up the back of her shirt and around the front until I grip her tit in one hand. Her head hits the door with a bang when I pull her bra down and lightly pinch a nipple to test her reaction. I love it when she grinds down harder.
My angel brings her head forward and nips and licks at my throat while I keep playing with both of her tits. She grabs my head and tilts hers to the side, taking my lips for her greedy pleasure. I try not to smile at her carnal side that she’s found, and I devour her lips back, matching her desire.
Suddenly, she pulls back and looks deeply into my eyes, holding my head still with her hands while she examines me. Her eyes are steady and peer into mine. The intimacy between us makes my body run hotter and my desire for her stronger. We both pant a steady, deep rhythm, pulling each other in with every inhale.
She unties her legs from around me and my hands lose their grip from her body.
“Pawn, I think you may need to go sleep this off… You’re…uh…drunk?” she meekly suggests, not finding the right words.
Guilt overwhelms me and washes away any heat I just felt. Then anger consumes me. I lean forward with one hand on the door, the other grabbing her chin, “You wanted this, Tami, all of it. Don’t pretend you weren’t lit up like a torch and wanted my dick in your pussy. Don’t fucking try and shame me,” I growl into her face.
Her face falls at the words I throw at her like a knife. I’ve hit my mark into her heart.
“I’m not ashamed of what I felt, Pawn. I’m worried about you and why you are doing what you’re doing. Maybe that bitch, Feather, will fuck you and put a band-aid over your shit, but I won’t.” She glares at me and her hand reaches behind her. She opens the door and walks away without looking back, leaving me alone in the dark.
My hand balls up into a fist and I slam it with the pain enforced behind it into the door that she just walked through.
“Fuck!”
Tami
“Damn it,” I mumble to myself and walk down the hallway of the clubhouse. I was trying to be more outgoing and assertive by coming here tonight.
I had never been to one of their club parties, and the girls thought it would be a great idea. I’m shocked that I was so turned on for Pawn now that I think about it. The walls around my heart climb higher as I remember watching him with Feather. But the look in his eyes had told me a different story and I wanted to check on him.
That blew up in my face pretty badly, but, whatever, I tried. My heart feels heavy, and now I just want to be home alone to clear my head. These guys are out of my league and could easily eat me up and spit me out if I’m not careful.
I find everyone in the same spot I left them. This time, though, all of their men are with them. Solo stands there alone and it’s eating at me. I can’t even look at him.
“Hey,” I hurriedly interrupt and gather their attention. “I’m going to head home.” I try and fake the best smile that I can, but the tears battle with me to leak out. “I have a lot of work to do tomorrow. See you all later.” I wave goodbye, not giving them enough time to question me, and quickly walk away.
Honestly, I hate that I kissed Pawn with Solo just feet away from me. It feels wrong and dirty somehow, and I’m ashamed of myself. This is not who I am, and Kat was right that I needed to figure out who it was that I wanted. I can’t keep twisting myself and my feelings into two men and not know what I want. Or who I want. It’s not right.
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Pawn
I stumble back a few steps and fall back into the chair I was just sitting in before Tami came in here. The adrenaline from lust to anger is overwhelming me. My head falls forward, the haze from the drugs and excitement are at war with one another as they run through my veins. Imprisoning my mind and body into a flaccid state.
The door lightly swings open again and I see the outline of a woman, like a halo, stepping through, then cascading us back into darkness. “Angel?” Murmuring to myself, I start to feel some kernel of hope that she came back to me.
“I think we need to finish what we started.” Her hand runs up my thigh, grabbing my dick. She kneels before me on the concrete floor. The fucker starts to swell. The need for any type of release is wanted and needed. This bitch runs her hands up under my shirt and claws at my flesh. She leans forward and bites my earlobe. “You want to burn another joint with me, baby? We can fuck like porn stars.”
Her hand runs down my abs and starts to undo my pants, fisting my hardened cock in her hands. Pumping aggressively and tightly, just how I like it. My legs spread wider apart and I picture Tami against the door just moments ago, grinding her body against mine. I moan and jerk my hips up, needing more to get off.
This bitch rattles off more words at me. “Pawn, fuck, I miss this dick. Are you going to let me ride it, baby?” I try ignoring her and keep my concentration on my fantasy. “Tell me, baby, does killing get you off?”
I can barely see into the dark, let alone through the crazed dizziness from the drugs. My hand reaches forward to cover her mouth and shut the whore up, but I miss her face and my hand lands on her shoulder.
“Get me hot and tell me, who was the last man you killed…” she begs from me.
Fuck, she’s killing my boner with her voice grating on my nerves and her stupid questions. My hand pulls her toward my dick. A menacing laugh echoes throughout the garage, “Suck my dick, Feather, and shut the fuck up or get the fuck out of here.” I laugh at her and how easy she is but fuck it. This is me and this is how I really am.
The cunt does as she’s told and deep-throats my dick, fucking me with her mouth. My mind drifts off to the smell of my angel and her gentle touch. I groan as I’m picturing taking her virgin pussy and pushing inside with savage force. Making her little cunt bleed for me.
“Fuck, harder, bitch,” I growl and fist her hair, choking her down on my dick harder. Her gagging sends me over the edge and I come down her throat while she fights to breathe.
As soon as I’m done, my hand rips at her hair, pulling her away from my dick like the little leach she is. Feather’s body flies back onto her ass. “Get the fuck out before I kill you. That’s what would get me off, bitch.”
Chapter 5
Solo
A whole week has passed since I last spoke with Tami. The night at the clubhouse when she quickly left, I knew there was something wrong. I had seen her watch Pawn smoke with Feather and then leave, and that, in turn, upset her. I quietly left to see what would happen and I was right, she needed to confront Pawn. I couldn’t fault her for that.
I can’t ever find out what happened in that garage after Tami left Pawn, and then Feather. He put me in a messed up situation with Tami. I don’t think the o’l ladies saw that Feather looked like a fucking mess walking out of there. But knowing my brother, I know it wasn’t good.
Over the years, I hadn’t paid much attention to Pawn’s smoking and drinking. I never gave a fuck to get involved into his life. To each their own, but a darkness he can’t hide is creeping out.
Needing to clear my head, I left the party and went for a ride. I ended up an hour later outside of Tami’s house and sat curbside until her bedroom light went out.
Now, worry claws at my mind for both her and Pawn.
The week following that whole incident, I gave her some space and I’ve followed her around in the shadows. Her face has been a mask that was hard to read. But I kn
ow one thing for sure, and that is that it hasn’t been shining with her usual happiness.
I decided to step back a little to give her some time to gather her thoughts. She’s struggling, and she needs time to think through it. The idea of her not wanting us, her and I, it scares the shit out of me and it hurts, if I’m being honest with myself.
She just left for work a little while ago, and I snuck into her room to snoop through her stuff for clues of how to help her. Creepy? A little bit, but ask me if I give a fuck.
Looking through her nightstands, I find a little pink vibrator and that causes a little chuckle to escape. I flick it on and off, amused with the tiny little bullet shaped pleasure aid. I laugh out loud at that, “Pleasure aid.” I toss it back into her drawer and look at some of the books she has piled up, then thumb through one.
Sitting on her bed, I lean my body back onto the headboard and kick my boots up onto her comforter. “Shit.” I drop my feet to the floor and jump up when I see the dirt that fell from my boots, then wipe it off. I look around and opt to sit in a small chair in the corner and look around from there. She has flowers in frames on the walls. Her room is sunny as fuck and that makes me smile. It is all her, this is her space.
I look at the cover of the book that I’m still holding in my hand and read the title out loud, “Betting on Forever.” It has a picture of a shirtless man on the front. Tami has the corners of certain pages folded down, these parts must be her favorites. I pick a random passage and start reading…
I promise you, baby, as long as I breathe, my life is your life. I promise you all of me is yours. Forever.
I flip through a few pages and continue reading…
Grabbing her face, I kiss her, sealing our words in a promise to each other. That we will consume the other, destroying the chance of there ever being anyone else.
“Wow, this shit,” and I eagerly pick another page…
On my knees, I turn her around so that her back is facing me, and I start touching her. From her knees, my hands flow up to the curve of her ass.
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