Protecting Mine (Unforgiven Riders Book 2)

by Amy Davies

  “Fine, but not because I want to kiss you on the cheek. It’s because I am fucking starving.”

  “That fucking mouth of yours.”

  “What can I say, I learned from the best.”

  One thing you may have noticed about me is I swear a lot, like a fucking lot. I hold no fucks anymore. I say what I mean, and I mean what I say.

  Simple.

  Dyson

  “Oh yeah, babe. Harder.” I roll my eyes at Bends. She’s one of the fake ones of the club girls, but fuck me, her pussy is tight as fuck. I’m fucking sure she puts something up her snatch to shrink it back after all its usage, because believe me, she has been fucking used. But that’s what club girls are for.

  “Oh fuck.” I mean, when she tightens her muscles and strangles my dick…

  I can't see her face because she’s bent over the fucking couch. Hence her name. She likes to be bent over and taken from behind.

  I slam into her, wanting to feel my orgasm race through me, taking away the shitty way I have been feeling lately.

  I reach around her body and strum her clit, making her come faster.

  “Yes. There. Fuck, I’m gonna—”

  She comes around my cock, causing my orgasm to rip from my body, filling the double condom I have on. Oh yes, I wrap my cock up twice around these bitches. I fall onto the bed next to her, laying my arm over my eyes, blocking out her and the room. I love shagging women, but I have been off these past few months. Seeing my best friend, Ace, and his girl, Ana, finally make it official and get married, has made me think about things.

  Ace is the overprotective gorilla I knew he would be when Ana gave birth to little Blair. I don’t want the marriage and babies and shit, but hell, I could do with a steady, solid own and lots of baby-making practice. I feel Bends turn over and come closer to my body. Yeah, I don’t to post-sex snuggles. Fuck that shit.

  “You can go now, Bends. I need to have a shower and get things done today.” I climb out of the bed and head towards my bathroom.

  “Really, Dyson? I thought we could do something today.” I chuckle and turn to face her, still naked as the day I was born.

  “Sweetheart, you are here to get fucked and nothing more. Sorry if that hurts your feelings, but hey, it is what you signed up for.”

  “I know that. God, you don’t have to be a dick about things.” I watch as she climbs off my bed and scrambles to find her clothes.

  “Since Ace and Ana got together, you have been an extra dick to us girls. It wouldn’t hurt for you to be nice once in a while.”

  “Nice. Woman, I just gave you nice—three fucking times. If I was you, I’d remember who the hell I was talking to,” I growl out at her. I am the fucking Vice President of the fucking club, and I will be respected.

  “Fuck you, Dyson.” She rushes out of the room before I can say anything else. Fucking bitch. I will punish her later. Maybe have her scrub the toilets for a fucking month.

  I turn the water on for my shower and turn to look in the mirror. I run my hand over my trimmed scruff, taking in my bright green eyes. I got them from my dad, Suede, who is the club’s President. Steam starts to fill the room, so I climb in and let the water wash over my tense muscles.

  I have been feeling like something is missing in my life. I can’t put my finger on it, but the feeling is there. I wash my hair and body, then climb out and start drying off. I got so much shit to do today. Click has had a lead on Ana’s ex-husband, Gary. We have been hunting this bastard for fucking months. He went into hiding and no one has seen him since.

  We thought that when Ana had the baby, he would try and cause some trouble, but he stayed hidden. The baby is only four weeks old now. I think every brother in the club is out for his blood, for what he did to our Mouse. She still struggles with her memory when she’s tired or stressed.

  I put on a pair of faded black jeans and a black t-shirt, then pull my cut over my shoulders. I slide my feet into my boots and tuck my phone and wallet into my pocket as I walk out of my room.

  I flick my gaze around the main room and check the clock. I see that it’s after midday. Fuck. I was supposed to help Batch with moving some shit at his house.

  Batch bought his daughter, Grace, a big girl bed, as Ana and Lola call it. I offered to help move shit around in her room this morning. I walk into the kitchen and see EC sitting at the table, looking at his phone.

  “Morning, muppet,” I greet him. He flips me off but doesn’t lift his head up from his phone. He frowns, then locks his phone, before dropping it onto the table. “Hey, you okay?”

  “Yeah, I’m cool.”

  “You sure?” I nod my head to the phone.

  “Yeah, man, just some personal shit going on,” he explains.

  “Anything to do with a certain computer genius?”

  “What? No. Fuck.” He runs his hands through his hair and rests his elbows on the table. He knows he fucked up with Click, and now she won’t give him the time of day.

  “Hey, man, you’re still young; you can make shit right with her.”

  “Not only her,” he mutters.

  “What?”

  “Nothing, brother.” He shakes his head and goes to stand. I grip his forearm, stopping him from leaving.

  “Talk to me, Mat.” I used his birth name so he knows I’m serious about wanting him to talk to me. He sighs and runs his hands through his hair again. It’s a nervous habit for him.

  EC has come from a shit background. His dad bolted when he was a toddler and his mum was barely around. She was either working or out drinking. He’s the youngest brother in the club, but he’s just as strong and loyal as any one of us.

  “You know that guy, Levi, who came to help Mae with finding Mouse’s wanker of an ex?” I nod. I do remember the lad. Younger than EC, he goes to college with Click—I think.

  “Well, I followed him and Click to a club one night. They were flirting and kissing and… fuck, man, it hurt like you wouldn’t believe. I swear it felt like Batch had punched me in the gut.” He takes another deep breath and continues.

  “I followed him to the toilets and cornered him. I told him he had better not hurt her or I would come for him. He wasn’t fucking scared of me, man. He looked me straight in the eye and told me he would never hurt her. He—he licked his lips and my dick took notice. I couldn't stop myself.” He takes a deep breath before carrying on. “I kissed him—fuck me, I kissed the fuck out of him and he never pushed me off. He gave as good as he took, Dy. What the fuck do I do with that?”

  “I don't know, man. Does Click know?” He shakes his head.

  “No, but Levi told me that I should join them. He wouldn't tell me why. I turned him down and left.”

  “So, what do you think he wanted to happen if you joined them?”

  “Fuck knows, brother. Fuck knows. He has text me twice since then.”

  “You need to tell Click, man. She needs to know the guy she’s dating kissed you. Fuck knows what he means by doing this, but you need to find out.”

  “You’re right. Oh fuck, I forgot to tell you. The Silver Bowl has a new owner. Batch was there the other night and watched the owner handle a fight that broke out. Threw the fuckers out and barred them.”

  “Do we know the owner? I knew the previous one, Stu, but he passed away not long ago.”

  “No clue, man.”

  I slap him on the back and stand. “I’m gonna shoot off and get over to Batch’s place, see if he still needs help with Grace’s bedroom. Talk to her.” I leave him with that and walk outside to my bike.

  The drive to Batch’s house doesn’t take long, as he lives pretty close to the clubhouse. It’s handy as fuck that Ace and Ana live next door. I park my bike next to Batch’s and turn the engine off, tucking my keys in my front pocket.

  I walk up to the house and open the door, without knocking. I can hear giggling as soon as I enter. I smile, thinking about how amazing Grace is. Grace’s mother is an utter cunt. She ran out on Batch when Grace was a fe
w weeks old. She decided she wasn’t cut out to be a mum. But the club stepped up and helped him out.

  “Where’s my baby girl at?” I bellow as I make my way through to the kitchen. I don’t normally like kids, but fuck if this baby girl gets to me.

  “Dyson,” I hear her say. Thank fuck she can say my name easily enough. She toddles over to me and I pick her up. I blow raspberries on her neck, making her giggle. Ana and Zarah are in the kitchen, cooking. Oh, thank fuck. I am starving. I walk over to the girls and kiss them both on the cheek. Mouse blushes and I wink at her.

  “You’re lucky her man isn’t here,” Zarah pipes in.

  “Yeah, and what’s he going to do to me if he sees me?” I ask and lean against the counter next to Mouse, my back to the door. A slap comes across my head and Ace emerges from behind me.

  “Slap you, that's what.” He leans in and kisses both of Ana’s cheeks—because he doesn't know which one I kissed—before taking her mouth. The bastard is fucking pussy-whipped. “Always,” he mutters against her mouth.

  “So, where’s the little munchkin?” I ask Ace.

  “There.” He points to the floral pram in the corner. “If you bothered to open your fucking eyes, tit.”

  I nod and walk over to see the baby. She’s dressed in a white baby onesie, with pretty floral designs over the shoulders. I crouch down, carefully as I’m still holding Grace in my arms, and run my finger over her soft hair and soft skin. Even seeing her makes me realise I don't ever want kids. I just don't see them in my future. A dog maybe, or a snake—I don’t know.

  I stand up and face my friend before placing Grace back on the floor gently, making sure she has her balance. For a one-year-old, she walks pretty well—she was walking at ten-months-old. She stumbles over to Ace, who picks her up.

  She is the new club Princess, and she lets everyone know it.

  “Dyson! Get up here, you fucker. Better late than never, fuckhead.”

  “Ickhead,” Grace mutters after hearing her father say it.

  “Batch, language. Oh God, she’s picking up what you guys are saying around her. And Blair will do the same. God help us,” Ana says sternly, but she also has a small smile on her face.

  “Baby, she’s the daughter of an MC member; she is going to hear far worse than that, and see worse,” Ace explains, while wrapping his arms around her waist. He kisses her neck and a pang of jealousy hits me. I want what they have—well, not the marriage and baby, but the relationship shit; the sex on tap and the having someone to come home to.

  Staying at the clubhouse every night is getting fucking old, and so am I. I’m thirty-five and have never had a serious relationship that lasted longer than a few months. The only girl with who I wanted to try and see what would happen, vanished off the face of the earth when Ace and I found her beaten and raped.

  I had never spoken to Jamie London more than a handful of times in college, but every time I did, some girly feelings came over me and I stuttered when I talked—some biker-wannabe I was back then. She was stunning. A natural beauty. What I wouldn’t give to see her again and tell her how I feel and the things I want to do to her. I bet she’s married to a boring-arse banker and has three-four kids by now.

  I look away from the happy couple and go upstairs to help Batch with whatever he wants my help with. Maybe one day I will find someone who will put up with my shit. That day had better be soon.

  Jamie

  “You are one sexy woman. When are you going to come home with me, Jamie?” Harry asks with a slur. I laugh at him and his question. He has been coming in here since my first night as owner. He’s about my age, maybe a tad younger, single, and keeps asking to take me home and show me a good time.

  “Oh, Harry, you couldn’t handle me.” I wink at him. I move down the bar to help the next customer. I hold the glass under the pipe and pull the handle down while looking around the room, taking in the packed space. I smile to myself, seeing that the bar is full. I glance up at the TV and see the football game is on. My favourite team are playing—and losing. Bastards. Come on the blues.

  “Can I get another pint and a vodka tonic, please, when you’re ready, sweetheart?” comes a deep voice. I lift my head to see the customer and, oh wow, he is handsome. He’s dressed in a suit, with his hair perfectly styled. Not my usual type, but fuck me, he is nice to look at.

  I nod and go about sorting his order out. I pour his pint and the vodka tonic and set on the bar in front of him. He offers me a smile and hands over a twenty, not asking how much it is—not that it’s that much.

  “Keep the change, darling.” I offer him a sexy smile, and he winks at me but doesn’t move from the bar. I sort the cash out and turn to talk to him.

  “So, what brought you here tonight?” I inquire, because come on, I own the place. I want to know how people hear about us and why they come here. I lean on the bar, putting my cleavage on full display for him. He leans close, mirroring me, but without the boobage.

  “I’m out with the boys from work. We were supposed to all meet here, but a few of them haven’t turned up yet, so we decided to start without them.” He looks behind him, and I see a woman sitting on her own, playing on her phone. Is she his girlfriend, or wife? Or do they just work together?

  “Your girlfriend looks bored out of her skull. Why don’t you take her drink over to her and keep her company?” He smirks at me and takes a drink of his pint. His eyes remain locked on me.

  “Not my girlfriend. We just work together.” I sigh in relief and take my flirting up a notch. I give him my seductive smile and lean towards him some more.

  “Really?” I ask, and he nods. “So, she wouldn’t be pissed if I was to take you upstairs to my office and have you shag me over my desk?” His eyes go wide, and his cheeks turn a little pink. Huh. So, this big bad boy in a suit is all bravado.

  “Yeah, didn’t think so.” I leave him standing there and walk to the other side of the bar, closer to the main door. I freeze on the spot when I see who just walked through it.

  My heart skips a beat—or a few—in my chest, which tightens behind my leather vest. Thank God the zipper locks in place.

  The four men walk further into the bar, and two of them are men and not boys anymore. I gulp down the emotion and try to move, but bright green eyes lock on mine and my breath catches in my throat.

  Our gazes stay locked, and everything else fades away. He leans on the bar and smiles at me—the smile that made every girl in a ten-mile radius melt. I force my eyes away and look at the other three.

  Two of them I don’t know. One is just as tall as him, but he has black hair and a full black beard, with wide shoulders and arms that could do some serious damage if they wrapped around you. The other guy is younger than them all, but still handsome. He’s the type of guy you could take home to meet the parents but also know he’s wicked sexy in bed.

  My eyes come back to him and the smile is still there. His eyes hold a look of want and need. For me? Why?

  “Jamie.” His voice is deeper than it was years ago, and it runs over my body like molten lava, leaving a hot trail in its wake. His smile widens when he sees the effect him saying my name has done to me. He did it in college as well. The once boy is now a man, and what a fucking man he is.

  Tall with broad shoulders, arm porn for days. His t-shirt is pulled tight across his chest, the veins on his biceps and forearms standing out, showing how much he works out at the gym. His hair is styled differently than it was years ago.

  Now it’s shaved short at the sides but faded up to a short length with a little faux hawk on top. And do not get me started on the facial hair. The guy from the other night had facial hair that was worth sitting on, but fuck me… I could spend the rest of my life sitting on his face.

  The face of Wesley Taylor.

  “Jamie.” I bring my gaze back to his and see the smirk is still firmly in place. The smirk that got the girls’ underwear dropping. I breathe in, filling my lungs. I watch as Wesley’s eyes drop to
my chest. The black leather vest is barely containing my breasts.

  Pulling my big girl panties up, I lean on the bar, giving him a great view of the girls. His eyes remain on my chest, and I smile at him. I look over to the two boys I don’t know, then my eyes connect with Ace McGowan’s, and fuck me sideways, this man grew the fuck up, and damn he is hot.

  “Ace McGowan.” I smile at him. I force any dark thoughts of the night that links us three far away.

  “Jamie London, how are you, girl?” I nod and answer him.

  “I’m good, hun. Damned fucking good. I see you climbed the ranks at the club.” I nod at the SAA patch on his cut. He smiles at me.

  “I did, yeah.”

  “Good. Happy for you. I knew you would go far in the club. Loyal as fuck you are, Ace. I’m sorry to hear about your mum.”

  “Thanks, Jamie.”

  “So, what can I get you lads to drink?” Ace winks at me and turns his head to where I know Wesley is standing. I hear a growl and my head snaps to the left. Wesley is scowling at Ace, but then his eyes turn to me and they burn with something that looks like hunger, and not for food.

  “How about you stop flirting with a man who has an old lady and come and speak to me.” I arch an eyebrow at him, placing my hands on my bare hips, above where my leather trousers stop, showing quite a bit of skin. I turn my head to Ace once the words sink in.

  “You have an old lady?”

  I see the smile completely take over his face, and the pride that shines through.

  “I do. Her name is Ana, and she runs the cafe. You’ll like her, hun.”

  “I’m happy for you, Ace. I’ll pop in and meet her when I have time. So, a drink?”

  “So that’s all I get?” Wesley speaks up, making me turn to face him again.

  “What more did you want, Wesley?”

  “Well a fucking ‘hello’ would be nice, Jamie.”

  “Hello, Wesley,” I snark. He shakes his head at me, but I see a little smile gracing his handsome face.