by Sam Crescent
“One mistake that anyone could have made.”
“Yeah, but it was you who made it. No one else.”
“You fucking prick.”
“Enough!” Smokey slammed his hand down on the table.
Ugly Beast and Raven still glared at one another.
“Ava’s not up for discussion. She’s not part of the club. She’s a woman I’m fucking. Nothing else.”
“Wow, does Ava know that?” Raven asked.
“Ava knows what she needs to, and I don’t need you sniffing in my business. Sit the fuck down.”
Raven stepped back and Ugly Beast sat down.
He had to wonder how Raven was friends with Abriana. The woman was like a puppy in comparison to Raven.
“I hate to take sides, but Ugly Beast is right. It’s a little suspicious how Ryan does a runner, our boy gets hurt, and Ava arrived in town.”
“She’s been in town longer than a couple of weeks. They’ve been raving about her baked goods for months,” Raven said.
Smokey ran a hand down his face. This was getting them nowhere.
“For now, the Twisted Bastards meetup is off the table.” He looked at Ugly. “I need a word with Drago. Arrange it.”
Ugly nodded his head but didn’t look happy. Smokey didn’t give a flying fuck about making his boys happy. “Until then, I want you all to keep an eye on everything. Don’t turn your backs on anyone. Stay fucking alert. Do I make myself clear?” he asked.
They all nodded. “Let’s move out.” He slammed his gavel on the table, and everyone got up, to leave.
As he knew she would, Raven stayed behind.
“If you’ve come to do some feminist crap, I’m not interested.”
Raven held her hands up. “I’m not here to make waves.”
“Then why are you still here?”
“I don’t know her, and like Ugly Beast said, I made a mistake, but she doesn’t seem like the kind of woman to just enjoy a random hookup.”
Smokey snorted. “Are you trying to warn me away from her?”
“No, I’m worried about you,” she said. “I get that you’re the one in charge and your word is law and all that crap, but … what if she is the one?”
Now Smokey burst out laughing. “I don’t believe in that shit. You know that?”
“Look how happy Ugly Beast is. Don’t you want that?”
“What Ugly has is once-in-a-lifetime. I’m not going to get that, ever. I have the club. That’s all that matters. Now, get the fuck out before I call for your patch.”
Raven rolled her eyes but didn’t say another word.
Running a hand down his face, he left the church room and made his way outside into the warm air. He took several deep breaths. Someone was after them. Whoever it was, he was going to find them and kill every fucking person who posed a threat. The shit that went down with the mafia should have ended all of this. He got his end of the deal, and in return, he got more ground.
Lewis and Verge, the two other presidents of the Hell’s Bastards MC around the country, hadn’t reported shit to him in weeks, which meant he was the primary target.
This left his current enemies, the Twisted Bastards MC, and his good old friends the mafia.
He needed to find Ryan, and fast, to get the answers he needed. Turning on his heel, he went back inside the clubhouse, going to the one man who would find anyone: Big Dick.
The man himself was bent over the pool table, about to pot a ball. Smokey picked it up as Big Dick made his shot.
“What the fuck, man? That shit is cold.”
“I need you to find Ryan.”
“I thought we already had feelers out for his ass,” Big Dick said.
“We do, but I need you on it. I want him found today.”
Big Dick smirked. “Boss, I got a whole lot of talent, but even I have my limits.”
“I’m not laughing. Go.”
His man shook his head, threw his pool stick on the table, and muttered all the way out of the room.
Staring at the ball, he thought of Ava. He had his own suspicions with regards to the woman, but he knew they were completely unfounded. She’d never done anything to him to warrant the suspicion.
Even still, she was a woman, and to him, that made her a problem.
He placed the ball on the pool table, turned on his heel, and went out to his bike. No one stopped him as he straddled his machine and took off, heading toward town.
The open road did nothing to calm his thoughts. In the back of his mind, he knew he should be backing off. Ava wasn’t part of the club. Her place wasn’t with him. He sped up, pressing on the gas to get to his woman as fast as he could.
Not once did he turn back, even though he knew he should.
She wasn’t club.
She wasn’t a slut.
But she belonged to him.
No other man at the club would know how tight her hot little pussy was. No one would feel her tits against him, or see how fucking glorious they were when they bounced right in front of his face.
He ached for her.
After parking his bike, he headed down her front yard path. The door opened. Ava was there, a smile on her lips. Her long, blonde hair fell around her in luscious waves.
The moment he was close, he banded an arm around her waist and pulled her close. Slamming his lips down on hers, he walked into her house, ravishing her mouth as he kicked the door closed.
He spun them around so she was pressed against the door. He held her hands up above her head, keeping her in place.
“Hello to you too,” she said the moment he broke the kiss and trailed his lips down her neck, going straight to her tits.
He pushed her shirt up to beneath her neck and groaned, cupping the large mounds. Flicking the catch of her bra, he watched mesmerized as they sprang free. He held them up as if they were an offering. Large nipples begging for his mouth. He took one nipple between his teeth, biting down. He heard her gasp. He didn’t care if it was too hard. Moving to her next one, he devoted the same attention to it, loving the sounds she made.
His dick was rock-hard and ready to fuck.
“Please, Smokey.”
“You want my cock?” he asked.
“Yes.”
He pressed down on her shoulders and she went to her knees before him. Staring into her eyes, he released the belt and the button of his pants, He opened it up enough for his cock, and once he had himself released, he worked from the root up to the tip, then back down again.
“Open your mouth.”
She opened her lips.
“Do you want my cock?” he asked.
“Yes.”
He moved forward and pressed the tip of his cock to her lips. The moment her tongue came out and teased the head, he groaned.
Ava jerked back. “I’m bad at this.”
“What?”
“I’m … I don’t have a lot of experience.” She winced.
“Babe, let me be the one to tell you if this is good or not. Open your mouth.”
“I just wanted you to know in case there’s something I might be good at.”
He chuckled. “Your ex really did a number on you.” His cock hadn’t softened, and he stared at her, waiting.
She spread her lips for him and he pressed the tip of his cock to her mouth. She opened her hot little mouth for him, and he slid in several inches. He groaned. “Suck.” She did and fuck, it was perfect.
Reaching out, he grabbed a fistful of her hair for something to hold on to. In and out, he fucked her face, taking his time, letting her become accustomed to the sheer size of him.
All he wanted to do was come down her throat, but watching her now, he was in rapture. He knew her lips would look good around his dick, he just didn’t realize how good. She was perfection. Her inexperience was a massive turn-on.
There was no way in hell he was going share her with any other of the club brothers. With Ava, he was going to be selfish and keep her all to himself. He’d always
put the club first. Never saved anything for himself.
Ava was different though.
“When I hit the back of your throat, relax. Take all of me.” He eased into her mouth, but rather than withdraw when he hit a certain depth, he went a little deeper. Her eyes went slightly wider, and he groaned at the feel of her mouth around him.
He pulled out. Saliva coated his entire length. He guided her mouth over him and she bobbed her head to his pace until he couldn’t stand it anymore.
“Fuck!” He pulled out of her mouth, grasped his length, and aimed at her full tits. His cum decorated the glorious mounds as he came on her, milking every single last drop.
Afterward, he collapsed back against the door, a little taken aback by the sight of her.
She nibbled on her lip, and he saw the nerves in her eyes.
“Your ex was an asshole. You’re fucking incredible.”
And she’d just guaranteed her life and body belonged to him and him alone.
Chapter Six
“Lie on the bed. Spread your legs wide. I want to see your juicy cunt.”
Ava couldn’t ever recall a time in her life where she’d been this aroused. Smokey wasn’t even in the room yet, and she was ready to come. He hadn’t left for two days. Tomorrow, she promised herself she was going to open the bakery.
Since the night he arrived at her house and she’d sucked his cock, he hadn’t left. He took phone calls as she’d watched him. She expected him to leave, but he hadn’t.
Instead, he’d spent the entire time either fucking or feeding her. She’d been the one to do all the cooking while he’d been sure to put it to good use.
She never knew chocolate could taste so good as he’d drizzled it on his cock and she sucked him until he’d come in her mouth. She loved watching Smokey lose control, especially when she took him in her mouth.
The sheer power was exhilarating.
What she loved more was when he didn’t turn the light off, and so far, they hadn’t had sex in the missionary position either.
Nope, it had been so many different possibilities. She particularly loved it when he spread her out on the dining room table. Hers wasn’t very big, but the way he described wanting to take her on the one at the clubhouse, she doubted it would ever happen. Her curiosity was piqued though.
“You better be naked or I’m smacking that sexy ass.”
She never knew a spanking could be so erotic. He’d slapped her ass a few times during sex, or even as he passed. She loved the attention.
Ava looked down the room and smiled as Smokey stood in the doorway. He was completely naked. Every inch of his muscular, inked body on display. He could be a male model. He was sexy, dangerous, and had an air of mystery about him.
She didn’t even know his real name. Just Smokey. No other name.
She liked it.
“Reach down, spread those pussy lips. Let me see your juicy cunt.” Smokey made no move to enter the bedroom even as she did as he asked. He groaned.
His cock was already hard, and he wrapped his fingers around the length. “Now that is a sight every man fucking loves.” He stepped into the room. “Tonight, I want you to touch yourself.”
“Smokey?”
“I need to know you can take care of yourself. I’m not going to be available twenty-four seven when you need a good fucking. Do this for me.” There was a short pause. “Please.”
It was the please that did it.
She let go of her pussy and lifted up on her elbows. “You want me to play with myself.”
“I want to make sure you’re doing it right.”
She chuckled. “Why?”
“I’ve seen the way you are, Ava. You’ve never sucked a cock before, and your ex, he hasn’t helped you with anything. I’m going to make up for it.”
“I don’t need that.”
“But what about me?” he asked, climbing on the bed. His hands went to her knees, holding them open.
“What do you mean? I’ll always be available.” I hope that doesn’t make me sound like some kind of slut.
“And there are going to be times that I’m not available. I’m going to want to hear you play with yourself.”
The way Smokey talked, it sounded like he was looking at them being together long-term. Ava refused to get her hopes up. There was no reason to. This was for sex only. They hadn’t known each other long enough for her to want more.
“Now, touch yourself. Let me see how you do it.”
Her cheeks were on fire as she slid her hand down, feeling a little self-conscious as he watched her. She used a single finger to stroke her pussy. Her clit was there, and she stared up at the ceiling.
Smokey clucked his tongue. “That won’t do,” he said. “Are you afraid of getting dirty?”
She sucked in her bottom lip. “Tell me how you want it.”
“Start with two fingers. Dip them into your pussy. I want you to hold them up to me so I can see they’re nice and wet. Don’t fucking tell me you’re not soaked. I know your cunt better than you do, and I know you want me. You want my cock.”
She used two fingers and went to her pussy, sliding them inside. She was soaking. When it came to Smokey, he aroused her so easily. Closing her eyes, she gasped.
“No, you look at me. When you play with yourself, I want you to remember me.”
She opened her eyes and stared at him.
Smokey had his fingers wrapped around his cock, working from the base up to the tip, and back down again.
Up and down, he worked his length, and she couldn’t take her gaze off him.
“You like what you see?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Well, you’re going to come for me, and then I’m going to fuck you.” He held his cock in his hand. “This is your reward.”
She worked her pussy, sliding her fingers in and out of her pussy.
“Now, touch your clit.”
She used both fingers and stroked her pussy, watching him.
“Fuck, that is a pretty sight. How does it feel?” he asked.
“So good.”
“Yeah, you’re right, it’s so good. But you need to do it more. Work that pussy.”
She watched him as he continued to play with his cock. The sight of him alone was enough to set her own orgasm blazing. She cried out his name as she came, stroking herself through the pleasure.
Smokey’s hands went to her knees to hold her open and he grinned. “That was good, but I know you can do better.” He pressed his cock to her entrance, and she gasped as he began to tease her.
“We’re not using a condom,” she said.
“I’m clean, and I know you are. Don’t worry. I’ll pull out.”
She giggled. “That’s not protection.”
“I’m not going to stop.” He groaned. “Fuck, your pussy is tight.” He kept hold of her knees as he worked inside her, taking his time.
She watched him, mesmerized as he teased her. He pulled out and slid his cock between her slit, bumping her clit.
Each touch had her moaning for more.
“Please,” she said.
“You want my big, fat cock?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Beg for it.”
“Please, Smokey, I need you.”
“Who does this pussy belong to?”
“You.”
“That’s right. It’s fucking mine.” He pounded inside her. One of his hands slid up to rest around her neck. She gasped, loving when he did this, holding her in place as he took his pleasure. He didn’t squeeze or hurt her.
She moaned his name, not wanting him to stop, and he didn’t. He fucked her harder, and she met each of his thrusts until she couldn’t think straight.
“Fuck!” He growled the word and suddenly jerked out of her.
She stayed still as he pumped his release all over her pussy and stomach.
After the last of his cum had finished, he collapsed against her.
“That was close,” sh
e said.
“Yeah, it was.” He cupped her face. “But your pussy feels so fucking good. You need to get on the pill.”
She wrinkled her nose. “They make me kind of sick. I don’t do well with them.”
“Fuck. I guess it’s back to condoms.”
“They can’t be that bad,” she said.
“It feels even better being inside you without anything between us.”
“I’ll make a doctor’s appointment. See if there’s anything else I can do.”
“You do that, baby.” He kissed her lips, and she was on cloud nine.
****
Two weeks later
Hanson was able to leave the hospital. Smokey had decided to decorate the whole clubhouse.
He wanted the prospect to know that he was part of the club. The young kid had earned his patch. He’d been attacked from behind. Knocked unconscious and stabbed for the effort.
When he’d gone to question Hanson at the hospital, the kid had looked distraught, not knowing who’d attacked him as they had come out of nowhere. Hanson had thought he was going to get kicked out of the club.
Far from it.
Smokey looked out of his office window to see Ava at the buffet table. She’d offered to cook all the food needed for the party, and he didn’t see a reason to stop her. She was a damn good cook and it saved him money.
Abriana and Raven were there. The club whores were keeping their distance, but it was at his request.
“Hanson’s due to arrive any minute,” Hunter said, coming into the room. “Kinky’s bringing him in with Brick.”
“Good.” On a normal patch celebration, Verge and Lewis would be present, but seeing as they had to keep an eye on their clubs, this was going to be a more personal celebration.
“Do you think it’s wise to have her here?” Hunter asked.
“Ava doesn’t pose a threat to anyone.” None of the men were giving her the time of day even though they’d fallen in love with her food.
Raven was constantly making stops at Ava’s bakery for a resupply of food.
“We don’t know her.”
“She offered to make the food. Enjoy it.” He turned on his heel, brushing past Hunter on the way out of the office and the main club building.