by Wilder, L.
“Ol’ ladies?” I scoffed. “For someone who didn’t know anything about MCs, you seem to have figured out a few things.”
“I just spent four hours talking to them. I picked up on ‘a few things’,” she argued. “Regardless, I was just trying to make a good impression on them.”
She was telling the truth. I could hear it in her voice, but that didn’t stop me from saying, “Well, you certainly made an impression.”
“You know what?” A wounded expression crossed her face. “Just forget it.”
Regret washed over me as I watched her turn towards the door. I should’ve just let her leave. Nothing good would come from having her stay, but the thought of her walking out that door had me calling out to her. “Landry … Wait.”
She stopped but kept her back to me as she said, “You got it all wrong, Clay. Yeah, I was upset that I didn’t get to spend much time with you, but I wasn’t trying to punish you by flirting with your brothers. In fact, we spent the entire time talking about you.” Damn. I’d really fucked up. I let my frustration and jealousy cloud my judgement, especially where Gauge and Hawk were concerned, and I’d hurt Landry in the process. She turned to face me, and her pained expression gutted me. “I really like you, Clay, and I want to see where this goes between us. If you don’t feel the same, then just let me walk out of here.”
I didn’t have the words to tell her, so I did the only thing I could. I showed her. I stepped closer, gently placing my hand on the nape of her neck, and pulled her full mouth to mine. The touch of her lips set me on fire, and I knew there was no going back, no more keeping my restraint. Consequences be damned, I needed her. I’d never felt such a hunger for a woman, and from the way she kissed me, there was no doubt she felt the same. It was like I’d waited a lifetime to feel her in my arms, and now that I finally had her, I was afraid I’d never be able to let her go. She felt too good, too right. The scent of her skin and the warmth of her mouth seduced my senses, making me want her even more.
I trailed kisses down her neck as I whispered, “I should’ve let you walk out of here, but I can’t. I want you too fucking much.”
I slipped my hands behind her back and slowly unzipped her dress. I gently lowered it down her shoulders, revealing her black silk bra and perfect round breasts heaving up and down. Through the thin, smooth fabric, I could see her nipples tighten beneath my gaze. She was so damn perfect—just like I knew she’d be. “I want you, too, Clay. I want you so much.”
My cock stirred in response and my mouth moved to her collarbone. I kissed her skin softly, teasing her, wanting her wet and aching for me. After I dropped her dress to her ankles, I pulled off her boots, then I made quick work of unhooking her bra, sliding it down her arms before lowering my lips to her breasts. Goosebumps prickled her skin as I took one nipple in my mouth and the other between my index finger and thumb. I circled my tongue around one taut peak as I firmly squeezed and rolled the other between my fingertips. Her hands moved to my hair and her fingers wound themselves in the strands as a moan escaped her. When that voice reached my ears, I was lost. Her heart, her body, everything called out to me, like she was made just for me.
Heat filled her gaze as she hooked her thumbs in her black lace thong and slid it seductively down her tan legs. She stepped out towards me, running her hands along my chest and under my cut.
“Your turn,” she whispered. She looked up at me tentatively and when I didn’t stop her, she carefully slid my cut off and laid it on the bed. I yanked my t-shirt over my head and pulled her against me. Her skin was warm and soft, and a jolt of need surged to my cock. I heard her gasp as my growing erection pressed against her. She gazed up at me wantonly, biting her lip, before moving her hand to my crotch and slowly stroking me through my jeans. That was all the restraint I could muster. I slid my hand to the nape of her neck and pulled her mouth to mine. A soft whimper escaped from her lips as they parted, allowing me to kiss her deeper. With my other hand, I unfastened my belt and jeans, letting them drop to the floor. Her hands instantly flew to the waistband of my boxer briefs. She pulled back from our kiss for a moment, her eyes flashing as she tugged my boxers down and saw my arousal. Her mouth opened with a little gasp and I couldn’t take it anymore. I pulled her to me, walking her backward until we reached the wall.
My tongue caressed her soft lips and tongue, teasing and tasting her. She was absolutely incredible. I wanted every fucking inch of her. I knelt down in front of her and lifted one of her long legs to hook over my shoulder. I heard her breath catch in anticipation as she leaned back against the wall … waiting. Landry squirmed and groaned as I slowly touched my lips to her ribcage and trailed kisses down her stomach. I pulled back, appreciating her soft, smooth skin before lowering my head between her legs. A hiss escaped through her teeth as I raked my tongue against her inner thighs. Each lick, each kiss, each and every tiny taste made me hungry for more. Her hips jerked forward as I pressed the palm of my hand firmly against her center, rhythmically rubbing her clit. With two fingers, I slid through her folds and delved deep inside her. I smiled when I felt that she was already soaking wet. The anticipation of what I was going to do to Landry was getting to her just as much as it was getting to me. As much as I wanted to be inside her, my dick was going to have to wait.
I started slow and steady, teasing her clit with my mouth. Her little moans and whimpers filled the room, and I reveled in the effect I was having on her. As I sucked on her tender flesh, I moved my fingers in and out in a punishing rhythm, curving them forward to hit her most sensitive spot.
“Yes!” she chanted over and over as her hands wound in my hair, pulling me more tightly against her. After just a few more flicks of my tongue, her orgasm took hold, causing her entire body to quiver and shake uncontrollably.
As she leaned against the wall in a blissful haze, I grabbed a condom from the pocket of my jeans and stood. She gazed at me with lust-filled eyes as my mouth came down on hers. I pressed my bare flesh against hers, pinning her to the wall before sliding my hands underneath her firm ass and lifting her to my waist. Her legs immediately wrapped around my hips as her arms wound around my neck, holding my mouth to hers. I could feel her heart hammering against mine. We had both thought about that moment, dreamt about it, and it almost felt too good to be true. She looked up at me with eyes full of desire as I brushed my throbbing cock along her entrance. She tightened her legs around me, urging me forward.
A deep growl vibrated through my chest as I sank deep inside her. I paused, giving her time to adjust to me and allowing me to savor the delicious warmth of her wrapped around me. Slowly and deliberately, I began to move. I wanted her to feel every inch of me pushing inside her.
“You’re so fucking tight,” I growled as I ground my hips against her.
I was determined to keep up my slow rhythm so that I didn’t hurt her, but as her nails dug into my back and her heels spurred me on, I found myself craving more, so I drove deeper … harder. She threw her head back as her moans echoed around us. Her legs tightened around my waist as her hips rocked against me, begging me to give her more.
“Clay, please!” she cried out. My resolve weakened at the pleading in her voice, and I thrust deep inside her, again and again, gradually increasing my pace. Her eyes clenched shut as she panted and moaned her pleasure. My fingertips dug into her ass, pulling her harder onto my cock, each move more intense than the last. I could feel her body beginning to tense around me, and her thighs held me tight against her G-spot. I watched in awe as her mouth opened wide into an O and her eyebrows knitted together in concentration. Her breath quickened as she clamped down around my cock, making it damn near impossible not to come. A low groan vibrated through my throat as I continued to drive deep inside her. I could feel her imminent release, could see it on her face, so I thrust harder and faster, forcing her over the edge. Her fingertips dug into my shoulders as her orgasm took hold once more. I tried to fight it, but the clenching waves of her muscles contracting ar
ound me felt too damn good. My mind went blank as my body took control, and I finally gave in to my own release.
I felt her shudder against me as my own orgasm took hold. I held Landry tight against the wall and buried myself further inside her, savoring the intensity of the moment. I felt her body start to slowly relax against mine, and I looked up to see her eyes close as her breathing slowed.
I carried her over to the bed and carefully lay her down. Then, I quickly disposed of the condom, sat down on the bed, and tugged off my boots before lying next to her. Without a word, she immediately curled into my side. After I pulled one of the covers over us, she settled in the crook of my arm and rested her head on my shoulder. Without looking in my direction, she whispered, “Oh, my god. That was incredible.”
“You’re incredible.” I leaned over and kissed her on the forehead as I continued, “But I’ve known that from the first time I laid eyes on you.”
“Oh, really?” She glanced up at me with those blue eyes and smiled. “And how did you know that?”
“Let’s just call it a gut instinct.” I had to bite back my smile as I thought of something she’d mentioned a few days prior. “So about a week, huh?”
“What?”
“Was that how long your mom told you to wait before having sex?”
“No. Not even close,” I scoffed. “She told me to wait at least three to six months.”
Before I could respond, there was a knock on my door, followed by Dane shouting, “We’ve got trouble! Get your ass out front!”
CHAPTER 12
Landry
“Coming!” Clay shouted as he jumped out of bed and started throwing on his clothes. “I’m sorry, baby, but I’ve gotta—”
“I get it. Don’t worry,” I assured him. “Go do what you have to do. I’ll be here when you get back.”
“Just so you know, it won’t be like this forever.” He sat down on the edge of the bed as he pulled his boots on. “Once I get patched in, I’ll have more time … Hell, I’ll actually have my life back.”
“I know. Gauge explained it to me.”
A pained expression crossed his face. I knew he felt bad for misreading the situation.
Once Clay was dressed, he kissed me and rushed for the door. “I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
Just as he was about to charge into the hall, I remembered to ask, “Wait, where’s Duchess?”
“She’s out front with Gash.”
That’s all I got before he darted out of the room and closed the door behind him. Once he was gone, I sat up in the bed and took a moment to look around. It actually reminded me of a small hotel room. There was a queen-sized bed, a TV mounted above the desk in the corner of the room, and a small bathroom. No personal pictures or mementos were sitting around, so other than his scent on the sheets, there was nothing that would have identified the space as Clay’s. As I lay there studying my surroundings, I heard a startling sound, causing me to sit up on the bed in a panic. Moments later, the music rumbling from the bar suddenly stopped, and in the midst of silence, the hairs stood up on the back of my neck when I heard a woman scream. Frantic, I got up and threw on my clothes.
As soon as I stepped out the room, a nervous chill ran down my back. From where I stood, the place looked like a maze with all the different hallways. Clay was in such a rush when he brought me down here, I hadn’t really paid attention to where we were going, and without the sound of the music to lead me, I wasn’t sure how to get back to the bar. I just stood there, hoping that something would spur me in the right direction, but there was nothing. I finally decided to take a chance and started to walk towards a light at the end of the hall. When I reached the end, I noticed a door that led outside. I eased it opened, and that’s when I heard a man’s voice yell, “Where did the motherfucker go?”
“He’s headed towards the gate!” another man shouted.
I could hear feet pounding against the pavement as several of the guys started charging towards the front gate. Curious to see what was going on, I stepped outside and started walking between all the different motorcycles and cars. As I got closer, I spotted Clay tackling a guy to the ground. Several of the others circled around them, watching as Clay straddled him, using his weight to keep him pinned down. The man was rendered helpless as Clay started punching him, over and over again. It wasn’t long before his face was bleeding and he was barely conscious. I couldn’t understand it. Clay looked like a wild animal as he continued his assault on the stranger. I thought for sure that he’d stop when the guy passed out, but he didn’t. He just kept pounding away at him. He didn’t even stop when Gauge shouted, “Clay! That’s enough!”
Terrified that he might actually kill the guy, I rushed over and pushed my way through the crowd as I shouted, “Clay! Please stop!”
His body froze as he turned to look at me. I don’t know what terrified me more—the state of the man he’d just beaten half to death or the wild look in Clay’s eyes as he sat there staring at me. His eyes were still locked on mine when T-Bone and Gauge lifted him off the guy. I couldn’t move. I could only stand there and watch as the crowd of men gathered in closer, making it impossible for me to see what was going on. Moments later, Hawk came up next to me, and as he took a hold of my arm, he whispered, “Come on. Let’s get you back inside.”
“What was that all about?”
“Some guy decided to get rough with one of the club hang-arounds.” Hawk looked down at me with concern in his eyes as he replied, “Roughed her up pretty good before she could get away from him.”
Hawk was a handsome man, tall and muscular with short blond hair and striking eyes. I noticed his biker vest was different than Clay’s. Instead of a prospect patch, his sported one that said Sergeant-at-Arms, and a large Ruthless Sinner’s logo was embroidered on the back, letting me know he and Clay weren’t in the same club. “Was he a member of Satan’s Fury?”
“No.” Hawk shook his head. “Just a friend-of-a-friend kind of thing.”
I couldn’t think straight. All I knew was I needed to get the hell out of there. Hoping he would help me out, I looked up at Hawk and said, “I really need to go. Would you mind walking me to my car?”
“I’m not sure that’s a good idea. It’s late and with all that’s gone down—”
“Hawk, please,” I pleaded. “I really just want to go home.”
“Okay, but I’m going to follow you … just to make sure you get there safe.” When I nodded, he asked, “What about your keys and stuff?”
“I left them in my car.”
“All right then. Let’s do this.”
I was thankful that the crowd was still gathered around the back gate, so no one seemed to notice as Hawk followed me over to my car. Once I was settled inside, he ordered, “Wait for me to pull around, and then I’ll follow you out.”
“Okay.”
I waited as Hawk got on his motorcycle, and once he’d pulled up behind me, I drove out of the parking lot and out onto the highway. My mind was still reeling as I started towards my apartment. I’d never seen a fight, not like that, and I couldn’t get it out of my head. I found myself wondering if I’d been wrong about Clay. Maybe he wasn’t the nice guy I’d thought he was. I just didn’t know anymore, and the thought sickened me. I was still struggling to come to terms with things as I pulled up to my apartment. When I got out of my car, Hawk called out to me, “You okay?”
“I don’t know. I’m still trying to figure that out.”
“Can I offer some advice?”
“Sure. I could definitely use some.”
“Club life isn’t for everyone. Take some time … think about things, and don’t make any rash decisions.” He looked me dead in the eye and said, “You’re a smart girl. You’ll figure out what’s best for you.”
“Thank you, Hawk.” I held my keys in my hand as I added, “And thanks for following me home.”
“No problem.” He gave me a quick nod. “I hope I haven’t seen the last of you.”
Without giving me a chance to respond, he whipped out of the parking lot. Once he’d disappeared into the darkness, I went inside and took a long, hot shower. I was hoping it would help clear my head, but it didn’t. My mind was still running a mile a minute as I crawled into bed. As I lay there, I thought back over everything that had happened while I was at the clubhouse. The was no denying that the fight was bothersome. No, it was more than bothersome. It made me question everything, especially where Clay was concerned. I couldn’t believe that the man who’d been so good to me, who’d just made love to me, could be so brutal, so out of control.
I rolled to my side, and as I closed my eyes, my mind drifted back to the party. While I was disappointed that I didn’t get to spend more time with Clay, I’d really enjoyed being there. Clay was right when he said they acted like they were family. They laughed and carried on like they’d known each other their entire lives, and even though we’d never met, they included me in the fun, making me feel at home with them. It was that thought I held on to as I drifted off to sleep.
The next morning, I woke up in a foul mood and struggled to get out of bed. It had been ages since I took a day for myself, so I decided to just stay put. I’d made up my mind that other than getting up for coffee and random snacks, I was going to stay in bed and binge-watch Netflix. I was actually pretty excited about it. I had several shows I’d been wanting to catch up on, and I was finally getting my chance. Like a kid playing hooky, I turned on the TV and snuggled up with my favorite blanket. I was just starting to get wrapped up in one of my favorite series when my cell phone started to ring. I glanced down at the screen and groaned after I saw it was my mother. I wasn’t in the mood to talk to her or anyone else for that matter. I just wanted a little time to escape into my show and not think about the outside world or the people in it, so I flipped the ringer and tossed my phone on the other side of the bed. I kept it off the entire day, hoping it would be enough to keep the wolves at bay. Unfortunately, it didn’t.