BOX SET - CHAOS KINGS: Chaos Kings Motorcycle Club BOOKS 1-4

by Lawless, Linny

  I wrapped my arms around his waist. “I’m good, Wez. I need a drink, and I need some fun tonight. It’s so good to be here with my tribe. Hi, Skully. Good to see you too.” I smiled at him as Wez embraced me.

  He smiled, tipping his bottle at me. “Good to see you too, Tanya. Pretty in pink. As always.”

  Wez coughed, clearing his throat. “I’m empty and need to drain the dragon.” He walked away, leaving us alone, surrounded by the sound of pool balls whacking into each other and loud music blaring from the jukebox.

  I swallowed the lump in my throat before I could speak again. “I want to apologize for last week, Owen. I was a total shit. Will you forgive me?”

  He stepped toward me. “No apology is needed. I want to thank you for listening. It was too much, and I didn’t mean to dump all of that on you. And I’m sorry if I pissed you off about Mandi.”

  “No need. That was just my own insecurity rearing its ugly head. I need to reel that in. My breakup with Matthew did a killing to my self-esteem, which makes me have trust issues when it comes to men.”

  Skully dropped his smoke, crushed it with his boot, and slid his hand into his jeans pocket. “That douchebag should be the one with self-esteem and trust issues. Not you. You’re a wonder of a woman, Tanya. His loss. And hopefully, my gain…”

  My throat hurt as I choked back tears. “Do you want to start over again with us? Because I do.”

  He leaned in and kissed me gently. “Yes, Tanya. I do want to start over again. With you.”

  Butterflies fluttered their little wings in my stomach when he spoke those words.

  We enjoyed the rest of the night together at the clubhouse. We slammed down a few Fireball shots with Ratchet and Sam, and Wez played cut-throat pool with Skully and me. When it was my turn at the pool table, I’d leaned down and took my aim behind the cue ball. Then I arched my back just a bit and wiggled my ass. Wez and Skully both focused on it as I took my shot. Both of them winced as the number three ball dropped into the corner pocket, making me the winner of the game.

  The Fireball shots and several beers began to bring out the brave and slutty Tanya. I grabbed the front of Skully’s T-shirt, pulling him to me and shoved my tongue into his mouth before he could blink twice.

  “Gotta go drain the dragon … Again.” I barely heard what Wez said behind me because I was still latched onto Skully. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pressed himself against me. He was rock hard. He wanted me.

  He leaned away, breaking our kiss. “I need you, Tanya.” His deep voice was sending tingles straight to my clit.

  “Then let’s ride back to my apartment. I’ll give you what you need, Skully.”

  * * *

  Skully road us on his bike at full throttle back to my apartment. Once inside, I held his hand, leading him to my couch before pushing him down into it. I lowered myself onto my knees and began to undo his jeans. His brows shot up, and the pace of his breathing sped up.

  “Just relax. I’ll make the hurt go away.” I yanked his jeans down a bit, pulling him down toward me so that he slouched even further. His hard cock sprang free.

  I wrapped my hand around him and flicked my tongue several times over the thick, juicy head. He gasped then groaned. “Fuck, Tanya!”

  “Yeah, that’s what you’re going to do to me, all right.” I wrapped my lips around his thick length, and my head bobbed as I sucked and drooled all over him.

  I tormented, teased, and tasted his hardness, getting it slippery wet with my tongue. I released him and stood up, kicking off my wedge heels and shimmied out of my tight jeans and panties. I climbed on him, lowering myself until I was impaled to the hilt with his smooth thickness. I cried out as he gripped my hips, bucking and grinding to match my rhythm. He bit his lower lip, as he looked up and our eyes met; his were glossed over and filled with a hungry yearning. He touched me in just the right spot against my clit, and the orgasm rose and washed over me.

  “Yes, Tanya. God, you’re so fucking beautiful!” He let out a primal growl as he came with me. He exploded as my walls contracted, squeezing him as he pulsated deep inside me.

  My Wonder Woman collapsed on me, panting and sweating. I was breathing hard and fast, along with her. I wrapped my arms around her. We didn’t move, basking in our intense release.

  “I got pregnant with Matthew. But I miscarried.” It was just a whisper, her breath on my chest, but I heard it.

  I squeezed her tighter. “I’m sorry, Tanya.”

  “But that’s only half of it. And I guess I deserved it—finding him fucking Melissa in our bed. Then moving out and leaving me afterward.”

  “No, you didn’t deserve any of that. That douche wasn’t man enough for you.”

  She rose to look into my eyes, her brows drawn together. “I had an abortion when I was seventeen, Owen. The only one who knows about it is Magnet. And now you. So, yeah, I did deserve it.”

  I sat up, keeping my arms wrapped around her. “No, you didn’t! Is that what you think? I’m sorry you had to go through something like that when you were so young. I’m glad you had Magnet to be there for you, to help you get through it. You’re not a bad person if that’s what you’re thinking. You are a brave, sassy, beautiful woman. You had to make a grown-up decision at such a young age. And your miscarriage? I don’t know much about those kinds of things. But who knows, maybe it was just not meant to be. I was an orphan. My parents gave me up when I was just starting to walk. I don’t even remember them. They didn’t want me. But maybe that was meant to be too. Maybe I was better off living in foster homes and having a guardian of the state. Maybe things like this just happen. Think about it. I would never have met you that night if I didn’t help Sam. I made that choice too. And I’m happy I did.”

  She tilted her head, and I cupped her wet cheek in the palm of my hand. “Maybe you’re right, Owen. The world can be so fucked up and chaotic sometimes. But we make our own choices.”

  “And I’m here for you. I’m at your beck and call. Anytime. Anywhere. Besides, your Chaos brother, Wez, gave me some good advice when it comes to you too.”

  “And what advice was that?”

  “That you’re a bit bossy. That I should do whatever it is you want.”

  She leaned her head back and began to laugh. “Yeah. I admit it. I am the bossy type. You think you can handle it, Skully?”

  “I know I can. I need to be told what to do anyway. To keep me steering in the right direction.”

  * * *

  Make-up sex with Tanya for the past few weeks just blew me away. We wore each other out! She drained me to the point that it made my limp more noticeable to everyone. The guys at the bike shop gave me a tough time, too, telling me I had my hands full. I agreed with them, but I didn’t let them know it.

  I kept up the Chaos clubhouse when I got off work, even helping the girls out behind the bar to keep the club members happy with beer and shots. The room I chose to bunk in was way better than the shithole motel room I’d stayed in.

  The boss man, Torque, was cool enough to let me work out my schedule to match Tanya’s. I’d pick her up on my bike and take her for a ride on our days off together. The summer season was still hot, but the sticky air pushing against us as we rode felt so good. She would lean back on the sissy bar, wearing her white-rimmed shades, and I’d admire her from the side mirror.

  One morning, I rode her to a different coffee shop. And this time, we finished off our coffee and talked. We’d ride on backroads, the shade from the trees covered us from the hot sun. We’d either stop in at the clubhouse or end up back at her apartment. Sometimes, after some hardcore sex, she’d let me sleep in her bed overnight. I would lie awake until she’d fall asleep, listening to her soft little snores. It was fucking adorable.

  I called up Wez and made an appointment to get some ink done to cover up a particular tat—the Hell Hounds MC. That old saying sometimes seems true, you’ll regret getting this tat, or that tat someday. Well, I regretted the Hounds tat that
stared up at me every day. Wez and his partners named the shop Mad Ink. I walked into the intoxicating scent of ink and the buzzing sound of the tattoo guns wafting through the air. Flash art covered every wall in the place, from old school to basic skulls, pirates, animals, butterflies, and flowers. Wez’spartner was bent over a woman as she lay across a bench, working a design with his ink gun on her upper thigh.

  Wez sat at his station, preparing his ink gun, noticing my limp as I came to sit next to him. He chuckled. “Damn, Skully. Does pretty girl ever let you up for air? Or does she just keep you chained to her bed?”

  I shoved my hands into my pockets, feeling a little embarrassed. I knew Wez would pick up on my limp, despite my always trying to keep it as unnoticed as possible. “Yeah. Sometimes she does.” That got another chuckle out of him.

  I decided on a dragon with just black ink for the shading and Wez got to work on covering the Hell Hound tat. The buzzing sound of the ink gun pulled me into a trance, even though it hurt like a son of a bitch. The pain released endorphins throughout my body, drowning out everything around me.

  I kept still, solid as a rock as Wez’s gun tore through my skin. “So, how’s your ride? Did I fix it up okay with the new linkage?”

  He was steady with the gun, concentrating on my forearm. “Yeah, man. She rides and purrs really good for me. I really appreciate it. Are ya likin’ the clubhouse better than the shithole motel?”

  “Yeah. I like it. I can’t thank you enough. Can you put a good word in for me to Chaos about my mechanic skills with bikes? Your Chaos brothers can bring them by Hardcore Cycles. I’ll make sure they get great service.”

  Wez stopped his torture on my flesh, turning to dip the gun back into the black ink. “Ever thought of prospecting for Chaos?”

  Prospecting? The last time I prospected was with the Hounds. It wasn’t a pleasant experience, but it’s what you had to do before becoming a patched in member for a diamond club. “I’d need a sponsor. But what about your brothers? Don’t think they’d want an ex-member of the Hell Hounds in their club.”

  “I know Magnet’s not too fond of you, but that’s only because Tanya is like a sister to him. None of the other brothers have any beef with you, though. You pretty much saved Ratchet’s ol’ lady from being sold off to a bunch of Russian mob pukes. You helped me out and got my bike purring like a fine-tuned machine. You could be a good addition to Chaos. And the bonus is pretty girl, Tanya. She never lets you see daylight anyway, at least when you’re alone with her. I’ll be your sponsor.”

  * * *

  Two days later, I made sure the clubhouse bar was well stocked, and I knew what the club members’ favorite drink of choice were, whether beer or liquor or weed. Wez pulled in on his Softail before the others rolled in that night. I handed him a nice cold beer as he admired the new dragon tat that covered all remnants of the Hell Hounds. Rocky walked in with his VP, Spider, first, then Ratchet, Gunner and Magnet. The rest rolled in, parking their bikes side by side a few minutes later.

  “So, you wanna prospect for Chaos.” Rocky’s arms were folded, his stance wide, brooding at me.

  I swallowed the lump in my throat. “Yes, I do, Prez.”

  “Prospecting for Chaos is a whole different ball game. It’s not the same as prospecting for a diamond club. You pay your dues, pay attention, and do as you’re told. The tasks you perform for any patched in member, you give it a hundred percent. You’re only a prospect and will be addressed that way. You’re expected to learn all club members’ names, what they do for a living, what they like, what they hate. Your main focus will be security detail. You’re expected to be there for all rides. Getting there early will earn you brownie points. You’ll also be expected to watch over club members’ bikes. And the most important task of all—escorting ol’ ladies and the women in the coven. They are to be treated with respect – at all times. A club member won’t tell you to perform a task that they wouldn’t do themselves. Remember that. Wez is your sponsor. Learn from him. And don’t disappoint. Got it?”

  “Yes, Prez. I’m ready to do this.”

  I heard Skully’s pipes before he pulled into my apartment parking lot. I was giddy as I looked out my window. I smiled, remembering the last time we were together. Holding on to him while he rode me on the bike. He came over, and we sat on the couch together watching Mad Max: Fury Road. I popped some popcorn in the microwave but got distracted and put the movie on pause, as we both started shedding our clothes right there in my kitchen. He fucked me as I bent over the kitchen counter. He thrust himself inside me, filling me up. He gripped my hips, breathing heavily against my ear, telling me how wet and soft I felt. He grabbed hold of my hair, and I cried out, my back arched. I instantly reached the brink of an exhilarating orgasm. He then rode a wave of pleasure as his hot cum squirted deep inside me. The plastic bowl of warm popcorn was knocked off the edge of the counter, crashing on the floor and scattering its contents everywhere.

  We worked long hours the whole week, so we were only able to talk on the phone and text when we could catch a break. The texting would turn into sexting, starting with how my pink panties were soaked through thinking of him all day. And how it wasn’t easy for him to recalibrate a bike when his dick was rock hard for me.

  It wasn’t until he kicked his stand down in the parking lot and climbed off the bike that I noticed his new black leather vest. He was grinning from ear to ear when I opened my door. “I’m prospecting for Chaos, sweet cheeks.” He snatched me up in his arms, lifting me off my feet, and planted a warm kiss on my lips.

  “Put me down, I wanna see! Turn around.” There it was. The Prospect patch was sewn in along the bottom of his vest.

  He turned back around, still grinning. “Wez is my sponsor. I’m doing this, Tanya, becoming Chaos—someday. Hopefully soon.”

  My heart skipped a beat as my nipples hardened with excitement. I leaped back into his arms, wrapping mine over his solid shoulders, and crushed my mouth against his. I felt weightless as he held me and his tongue devoured me. He leaned away. “I’ll make you proud, Tanya.”

  “I’m already proud of you, Owen. You’ll become part of my tribe. “

  “You’ll be on your own tonight, so show Chaos what you got, Skully.” Wez’s big hand was planted on my shoulder, his look intense.

  That night was my first legit prospecting job for the Chaos Kings. Tanya got promoted as co-manager for her boss, Honey, at the hair salon. I was so proud of her, along with everyone else. And the President’s ol’ lady, Madge, wanted to celebrate her birthday. The Chaos Coven were all going out to celebrate, and I was the prospect who would be on escort duty all night.

  Some of the Chaos brothers hung around the clubhouse, as they waited on the women to show up. I was given rules to follow and was told what was expected of me that night. Ratchet was in a very dark mood, and I couldn’t blame him. Sam was invited, and I could sense that he was struggling with himself over his own possessiveness of her.

  He took a shot of whiskey at the bar and jabbed a finger into my chest. “Don’t let Sam or any of the coven out of your sight. Watch over them every fuckin’ second. If something happens to any of them, you’ll have to answer to all my brothers and me. Got that, Prospect?”

  With his finger jabbing into the center of my chest, I had to concentrate on my stance, hoping I wouldn’t be thrown off balance. I sure as hell didn’t want to piss any of them off, especially Ratchet. He was a big motherfucker, and I didn’t want to experience that forearm of his against my throat ever again. “Understood, Ratchet. I intend to.”

  Headlights from a black stretch limo beamed through the bay door. The limo driver was ten minutes early. Kat pulled in with Sam, and Tanya had Honey and Madge riding with her. I got a semi hard-on just watching Tanya walk toward me. She had a fresh coat of pink lip gloss on those luscious lips, reminding me again how her mouth did crazy things to my dick. Her black bra showed through her hot pint sheer tank top and did wonders to her cleavage. Her stone wa
shed jeans were tight as fuck and her wedge sandals emphasized the sway of her hips.

  “I like that effect I have on you, Skully.” Her voice was husky as she wrapped her arms around my neck, giving me a sweet lip-smacking kiss.

  I grabbed hold her hips, pulling her to me. I captured her mouth, driving my tongue between her lips. Her little moan suddenly got my dick standing to attention. “Yes, you do affect me, Sweet Cheeks.” My growl was low, meant only for her.

  She kept her soft, warm body pressed to mine. Both arms were now wrapped around my shoulders. But her smile faded. “Are you okay with doing this tonight by yourself?”

  I smirked, and my body relaxed, now that she was there with me. “Yes, babe. I can do this. I already got an earful from Ratchet, Wez, and the other brothers. For the first time, I feel good about doing something legit. To watch over you and the coven. Yeah, I want to do this.”

  * * *

  The women climbed into the black limo, and I followed on my bike to an outdoor tiki bar along the Potomac River. Tiki torches were lit outside in warm, humid air. I followed close behind the women as they made their way to the horseshoe bar. The beat of club music pounded through speakers. The place was packed, and the night was still early.

  Madge bought the first round of fruity shooters for the coven, and Tanya handed me a shot glass full of whiskey. “I want you to do a shot with us to get this night started!” I didn’t argue with her, and I downed it as they downed their girly red shooters and hooted and hollered.

  I placed my hand on Tanya’s lower back and leaned down to whisper in her ear. “Now it’s time for me to do my job. Have fun tonight, Sweet Cheeks. I’ll be right here.”

  They huddled close together, next to the bar, giggling and doing another round of shooters. I stood only a few yards away and kept watch. The bartenders kept the flow of drinks coming. Tanya and Madge started to dance with each other, catching the attention of male onlookers. Sam was a bit more subdued, and I guessed it was because this kind of fun was new to her. She was a brave one. Her friend Kat seemed new to this too. But the more they drank, the more they loosened up and laughed along with Tanya and Madge.