by Amy Davies
“Joey… Oh god, I lo—” She cuts off as her climax hits an all-time high and she screams out my name.
Her body trembles beneath me as I drag my hips away from her and move back in, chasing my own orgasm, which is about to take over my body. With a racing heart, I keep my gaze fixed on Kara. Then she opens her eyes and gives me a beautiful smile.
My heart stutters in my chest and it hits me like a fucking shotgun. The emotion passes through us with that one look.
I love her. Holy shit, I love Kara Lornes.
“Come for me, Joey.” Her voice is huskier than I’ve ever heard it before. Sexy.
“Holy fuck, baby,” I grind out as my balls empty inside of her, filling her up with my cum. Thoughts of her round with my baby flit through my head, but they’re gone in a flash.
Panting, I rest my body on hers, making sure not to allow my full weight to crush her. We lay there, both catching our breaths, not saying a word.
No words are needed right this second. Nothing is needed; just us. Two people trying to find their footing in a relationship that happened at lightning speed. But who gives a fuck. This is us.
“That was… intense,” she says, breaking the silence. Kissing her bare shoulder, I pull back to look down at her. Never have I seen a more beautiful woman before.
Sweat covers her face, neck and chest, as does a bright blush. My gaze travels over her face, down her neck to her chest. I love seeing the blush reach her breasts. Bringing my hand up, I cup her tit and give it a squeeze, making Kara gasp then moan. My cock twitches, still inside of her, and she lets out a moan. I smirk up at her, and she cocks an eyebrow at me.
“You want to go again, Joey Masters?” she asks me, quirking her eyebrow, the one with the scar.
“Oh baby, I’m always ready to go with you; any time, any place,” I retort. The silence takes over for a few minutes. Our eyes lock, a sense of souls searching. She blinks and gives me a firm look.
“I’m not an insecure woman, Magnum, but seeing those women at the studio got me thinking that maybe I’m not enough for you. I want to be, believe me I do. For years I’ve waited for you, and I finally have you, but I have to know that you’re all in and if this worth it before we go any further.” Her words shock the shit out of me. I pull back and stare down at her, frowning. She goes to speak, but I cover her mouth with my hand.
“My turn, Miss. Lornes. Those girls at the studio are here to do a job and that’s it. Have I fucked some of them? Yes. Three of them. Now Carmen is a different story, which is for another day. As for you not being enough…” I grind my now hard cock against her warm pussy, which is dripping with my cum. She gasps again and I smirk down at her.
“Who was it that just drained my cock twice?”
“Me,” she answers. Her hands slide down my back, stopping on my ass.
“Who is the only woman who can swallow my cock whole and not choke on the fucker?”
“Me,” she answers with a chuckle, then adds a squeeze to my ass.
Wiggling my eyebrows at her, I smile and ask the next question.
“Who the fuck did I call ‘dibs’ on, not even an hour after seeing you again? I knew that you were it for me, enough for me.”
“Me,” she huffs, dropping her hands onto the bed with a slap.
“There you go then. No more doubt okay?” With a nod, her face splits into a saucy grin and she bucks her hips under me. “Joey-fucking-Masters doesn’t call ‘dibs’ on shit he doesn’t want, babe.”
“How about some shower sex? I’ve never done that before. But you have to promise not to drop me, because if you do, then you, Mr. Masters, will be fucking good old handy for a while.” She winks at me.
Then, to my surprise, she pushes me off her and I fall onto my back, laughing at her as she darts for the bathroom.
“Oh, Risky, you are risking that ass of yours right now,” I yell after her, then jump to my feet and follow.
She already has the shower going. In seconds, steam fills the room and Kara steps into the shower, looking at me over her shoulder as water trickles over her body. I watch as she steps under the water more, wetting her hair, the water making its journey down her back, over the curve of her ass.
I need to fuck that ass.
Moving in behind her, I slide my hands over her ass cheeks, loving how the skin pebbles under my touch. Pulling her cheeks apart, I slide my finger along her hole, listening to her breath hitch.
“Have you been taken here, baby?” She shakes her head, and I smile. “Good,” is all I say, as I use the water as lube and slide my finger in slowly, pushing through the tight ring of muscle.
“Oh shit,” she mutters, leaning forward and resting her hand flat against the white-brick tiled wall. Sliding my other hand around her body, I finger her clit. She moans, pushing back against my finger in her ass. Once she does that, I slide a second finger into her, parting my fingers against the muscle, stretching her.
I’m met with some resistance, but her moans keep me pushing to get her ready to take my cock in this tight hole.
“My cock is going to stretch you, baby. It’s going to hurt, but I’ll make it hurt so good,” I tell her.
“Do it,” is all she says as she pushes back onto my fingers more, clearly enjoying the feel of it. I pump my fingers several more times, before I pull them out.
“Not tonight.”
She whimpers, still pushing back against me, her ass pressing against my pelvis. Bringing my hand up, I slam it down on her globes. She yelps, glaring at me over her shoulder, so I spank the other cheek. I stop her from turning around and giving me a mouthful.
“My mark looks good on you, baby.” I smooth over the two bright red handprints on her creamy skin.
Now her ass is mine. Soon, every inch of her will be mine.
Twenty
Kara
Wiping down the bar top, I look around the room and take in the scene in front of me. Everyone is fucking smashed. Apparently, a run they did went to plan, and the payload was huge, so the boys decided to party it up. There’s even more Rugged regs here tonight, including Riley and Dora, who keep glaring at me from across the room. But I just smirk at them and go about my work.
Seeing the boys getting their rocks off, is pissing me off. It’s been a week since Magnum made love to me and he hasn’t touched me since. He still demands I sleep in the bed with him, but he’s distant with me. When I asked him about it, he told me it was nothing, but I know something is weighing on him.
Edge and Ferris are at the bar, chatting with me, helping me pass the time since I have no idea where Magnum is. He didn’t even tell me they were having a party. I came in here and the room was packed.
I ran back to my room and changed my clothes. I was in plain shirt and a club t-shirt, but I changed into my bike boots, black jeans and an old, ripped concert t-shirt.
“Give me a shot, please, Risk,” Ferris says before looking around the room. He shakes his head at the state of the boys. I understand why they’re getting smashed; they deserve to let loose now and then.
“Not looking forward to the cleanup, huh, prospect?” I ask, resting my elbows on the bar, smiling at the poor guy. He’s young, not the youngest prospect—that’s Joel—but still young.
“It’s a part of the club. I’ll do what the Pres tells me,” he states proudly, and I nod at him.
That’s what makes a good prospect, a man willing do to the grunt work and not bitch about it. What Ferris doesn’t know is that I’ll be helping him clean up. I hate that they have to do it by themselves. I always make sure they have eaten a good breakfast, too, before they start their day.
“Any special girl waiting for you at home, Ferris?”
“No, Risk. I am a lone wolf. Happy to stay single for a while after my divorce.”
“Divorce. How the hell are you old enough to divorce?” I ask him, shocked. Shrugging, he explains.
“Maddi and I were high school sweethearts. I joined the army, but before I deploy
ed, we got married. I did two tours; I came home, and I found out she was shacking up with a pretty boy from school. So, I threw her ass out, sold my house, and here I am.” He drains the rest of his beer, so I replace it and fill him another shot.
“What a bitch,” I say, and he nods. Giving Edge my attention, I smile sweetly at him.
“Oh fuck, what now?” he asks, smiling at me behind the top of the beer bottle.
Putting my elbows on the bar, then resting my chin in my hands, I ask him my question.
“How’s Henny? When is your woman coming home? I want to meet this chick.” I wiggle my eyebrows at him. He smiles and answers me. I love when he talks about Hendrix and Synclare. His eyes light up and his smile is wide.
“Drix is fine. I don’t know why you keep calling him ‘Henny’. As for Syn, well, I still have to wait a few months for her to finish school. Can’t fucking wait.”
Nodding, movement behind the two men catches my eye.
One of the Regs comes into the main room, tucking her shirt into her jeans. She looks over in my direction and smirks at me. My back straightens and my gut tightens. Is this the reason why he hasn’t touched me in a week? Is Magnum fucking the Regs again?
I go to step around the bar, but Edge clasps my wrist in his large hand, shaking his head. My heart sinks.
“You know, don’t you? You know he’s been fucking them?” I grind out, low enough so that only he hears me.
“Risky, I—” I hold my hand up to stop him talking.
“I thought you were my friend.” I fight back the angry tears, just as the main door slams open with such force it hits the wall behind it and Magnum comes stumbling into the room.
He looks around the room, until his gaze lands on me, then his eyes drop to Edge still holding my wrist. He storms over to us, stumbling some of the way. Magnum pushes Opal away from him when he tries to stop him from coming at us.
“So, you don’t get cock from me, so you move onto my brother. You want to be a Reg now, huh, Risky?” he spits out, slurring his words.
“Brother, you’re drunk. Stop before you say shit that you’ll regret,” Edge tells him. Magnum throws his head back, laughing a full belly laugh. He almost falls backwards, but Opal is there to stop him.
“Regret? The only thing I regret is calling dibs on her,” he spits in my direction.
My heart freezes in my chest, and I try to fight back the tears trying to break free. I will not let him see me cry.
“Nice, Magnum. Real nice,” I say, keeping my voice firm and twisting the cloth in my hands, which is stopping me from reaching over and throat punching this bastard.
“Nice? Nice was me fucking any pussy I wanted and having no one to answer to. I could fuck anyone I wanted.” He’s getting angry at me and I have no idea why.
“Oh, you mean like you have for the last week, huh, Magnum? You been fucking the whores around here? Is that why you haven’t touched me since you made love to me?” I scoff and continue. “What happened, Joey? Feelings caught up to you and you pussied out? Fucking typical. You’re all the fucking same,” I yell at him, my chest heaving.
The whole room has gone quiet; everyone is watching us. I see Riley smirk from her seat, and I flip her off. My body is buzzing and not in the good way. I’m vibrating with so much anger for Joey right now.
“No feelings involved, Kara. Pussy is pussy, all the fucking same to me,” he bellows back. Then he swallows hard, like he’s trying to stop himself from puking everywhere.
I notice that he doesn’t deny fucking the Regs. At that point, my heart is on the verge of breaking.
He bursts out laughing when he loses his balance, and Opal saves him again. He looks around the room and winks at the bitches in the corner.
My heart stutters again and a cold feeling washes over my body. This time I fail to stop the tears from running down my face. I wrap my arms around my waist, keeping myself from shattering in front of everyone. Edge comes to my side, rubbing his hand up and down my back, soothing me. But it does little to comfort me.
“Oh, look at the newly happy couple. Since you’re trying out my bitch, I can try out yours,” Magnum hisses out at Edge and me. I gasp, and it hits me all in one fell swoop.
Magnum has feelings for me, but he refuses to fully act on them. Him claiming me, calling ‘dibs’, was a front. He did it so no other brother would touch me before him.
“It was all a fucking lie. You’re just like him, Joey. Well, you’ll be relieved to know I’ll be out of your hair in no time. I’m done.” I throw the cloth on the bar and walk away. I hear cackling, and I stop in my tracks.
Snapping my head in the direction of Riley and her horde of whores, I step toward them and they all flinch, including Riley. They must see the anger that’s radiating from me.
“You cunts are welcome to him. As you can see that no one, not even easy, mutton-dressed-as-lamb pussy, will tame the great Magnum. Good luck trying to tie that prick down.”
Giving Mangum one last look, I shake my head at his angry face. His fists are clenched but it doesn’t stop me from having one last word.
“You win. I’m out.”
I walk out of sight, and then I run up the stone stairs to collect my things from Mangum’s room. In a rush, I pick up my clothes that I have in here, then I hit the bathroom.
Stopping to look in the mirror, I hate what reflects back at me. I’m a strong fucking woman, and I said that no other man would make me feel like hell or make me cry, but he did.
Joey-Fucking-Masters, aka Magnum-The-Cunting-President of the Rugged Skulls MC.
Angrily wiping the tears away, I suck in a deep breath and pick up my toiletries, holding my injured hand against my body as I pile things up. Walking out, I drop them onto my stack of clothes, sniffing as another wave of tears start. I look around the room. It’s crazy that I’ve only been here for a few weeks, but it feels longer.
Picking everything up in my arms, I call for Suki, who’s sleeping in the leather chair. She looks up, then jogs after me when I leave the room. She follows me down the stone tower and to the bank of rooms, where my room is. The room I’ve barely stayed in.
The music is muffled when I close the door. I hate the fact that they turned the fucking music back on after what just happened. My heart was broken and clearly they all side with their President over a girl who thought she was owned by him.
Suki jumps up onto my bed, snuggling into my pillows, while I throw my things onto the desk chair. Leaning down, I pull my suitcase out from under my bed and proceed to throw all of my belonging into it, using my support as a tissue to wipe the tears away. Once everything is in there, I zip it up and lug it over to the door before turning back to the bed.
Stripping out of my clothes, I climb into bed and cry. I cry my eyes out.
For me.
For Magnum.
For us.
This will be the one and only night I cry over him. Tomorrow, I will contact Colt and my uncle and tell them I need out of here. They can send me to a different clubhouse in another state.
Will I miss the brothers? Yes. Especially Edge. We’ve become close over the last few weeks. Slide, the sexy bastard and his sexy smirk. Rookie and his Irish accent that makes panties drop. Oh, I can’t forget Sarge and his broody yet sexy personality.
Knocking comes at my door, but I ignore it. They knock a few more times before I hear Slide speak.
“Risky, please tell me you’re in there. I need to make sure you’re safely inside the clubhouse. Please?” His voice is strained, like he’s upset that I’m upset. Maybe he is, but nothing will keep me here.
Suki meows loudly, like she’s answering for me. I hear a thud at the door before Slide speaks again.
“Good. Good girl, Suki. Sleep, Risk. We’ll talk tomorrow.”
Suki curls into me, purring against my chest as I stroke her soft golden fur. Her purring soothes me, and the tears stop. The pain in my chest eases. I’m grateful every day for having found her. She’
s been a huge piece of my heart over the years.
Times like this, I miss my mom. I still remember how she looked and smelled; same with Daddy. My aunt and uncle always tell me that I’m just like her but with my dad’s added fire and determination.
With my baby by my side, her comforting sounds lull me to sleep.
Twenty-One
Magnum
“Oh, shit,” I groan and roll over, darting to the bathroom before regurgitating last night’s alcohol. Spitting out the excess shit in my mouth, I fall against the side of the tub and look at my bed, seeing that Risky isn’t there. Frowning, I climb to my feet and see if her side of the bed is cold. It is.
Checking the time, I see it’s just after ten in the morning. Did she get up early?
Coughing as the burn hits my throat, I stumble back into the bathroom and turn on the shower, ready to wash the night away. What the fuck happened last night?
I remember knocking back shot after shot outside with Rookie and Sarge to celebrate the successful run and trying to deal with some of the feelings fucking up my head over Risky. I knew I loved her, but my head and my heart were fighting over how to react to that shit.
Being in love is something I never thought I would feel, but here I am, falling for this girl, who fucking owns me. Who knows how to stand by my side and knows how the club works. She’s fucking perfect, but I’m fucking it up.
Stripping out of my jeans and tee, I step under the hot spray, letting it wash the fog away. Leaning my hands on the white tiles, I close my eyes.
Images of Kara crying, shouting at me… Opal catching me before I faceplanted... Me pushing Pound off me and Sarge fucking her to get her away from me… Me and Kara yelling at each other... Edge comforting Kara…
Me saying she was just pussy, and that I had no feelings for her.
My stomach isn’t happy with the images, and it revolts. I empty my stomach at my feet, the water swirling around the drain, taking the contents of my stomach with it.