by Amy Davies
“So, what happened? I mean, you look hot as fuck, but, baby, you were a beauty back in college.” I straighten my spine and see Ace shake his head out of the corner of my eye. Wesley winces. “Fuck, sorry. I—”
“Shit happened. Life happened. I didn't want to be that Jamie anymore—not that I need to explain myself to you.” A dark fog starts to blur my vision. It sneaks in every now and then when that night is brought up. I’m normally quick to shut it down.
“I didn’t mean to bring that up. You look good, babe—real fucking good.” He smiles at me and some of the darkness fades. I lean my hands on the bar, locking my elbows, my girls back on full view of the boys.
“Drinks, as this is a bar,” I point out. The four of them chuckle, and I breathe lighter knowing the darkness and heaviness of the conversation is left alone.
“Four pints and four shots of vodka, please, Jamie,” Ace orders.
“On it.” Luckily, the pumps are next to them, so we can keep talking. I collect four glasses and start to pull their pints, tilting the glass to get a good head on it.
“So, are you going to introduce your friends to me?” I ask. I place the first pint on the bar and start the second.
“Oh, so now you want to get to know us?” the young one quips.
“Listen, pretty boy, we have history us three, so sorry that catching up was more important than getting to know your pretty boy name.” Wesley laughs, and Ace sniggers. Pint number two slides across the bar.
“Oh, baby, I reckon me and you could make some history between the sheets.” He winks at me, and I laugh at his attempt to flirt with me. Don't get me wrong, this lad could bed any woman he wants, but he looks too clean for me. Wesley slaps the pretty boy across the back of the head, frowning at him.
“Fuck, Dyson, what the hell was that for?”
“For calling her ‘baby’. She ain’t yours, fuckface.” My eyes bounce between the two. Seeing Wesley act up for me is kinda hot.
“And what, she’s yours?”
“What do you think, EC?” Wesley snarks back. I place the third pint down and let his words sink in.
Wait, what? What did he just say? That I’m his. Since fucking when?
“Fine,” he says, and turns to me. “The name’s EC, sweetness.” I nod in acknowledgement and turn to the other guy, the one who has remained silent and brooding.
“Court.” He nods at me. I finish the forth pint and give it to Ace.
“Hi, guys. Seeing as these two fuckers didn’t introduce me to you both, I’m Jamie. I’m the new owner of The Silver Bowl.”
“New owner?” Wesley chimes in, and I nod. “Fuck me, you’re the one Batch told me about. You broke up that fight and threw some guys out.”
“Yeah, that was me.”
“Damn, I would have loved to have seen that. I bet that was sexy as fuck, baby.”
“What’s with the ‘baby’?” I ask Wesley.
“It fits.”
“No, it’s a term of endearment for someone in a relationship, which we are not, Wes.”
“Dyson,” he replies, frowning at me.
“What?”
“My name is Dyson. I rarely go by my birth name anymore, not even Mum calls me that.” Dyson? What kind of name is that? I know the club has road names, and I know they normally have a story behind them.
“Okay, I’ll bite. Explain the names, boys.” I listen to what Ace is saying, while I pick up four shot glasses and turn to the bottle on the wall, filling the shots up.
“Well, I don’t have a road name, as you know. Court is called Court because he used to be a solicitor. He knocked out his client when he winked at the girl he raped while they were in court, and he got disbarred.” I hold my hand up for him to high-five. He gives me a quizzical look, before shrugging and high-fiving me back.
“Free drink for you, my friend.” He nods and smirks at me.
“And this…” Ace puts his arms around the young one. “This here is EC, short for Eye Candy. And you nailed it; he’s the pretty boy of the club. But I can tell you now, he gives the boys a run for their money when it comes to pussy. Don’t you, EC?”
“Fuck yeah, I do.” He winks at me, and I smile at him.
“You are handsome, that’s for sure, hun, but not my type.”
“What is your type, then?” He leans on the bar, getting closer to me. My eyes flick to Dyson, aka Wesley. He smirks at me and licks his lips. The little action makes my pussy weep with need. Fuck, it has been months since I’ve had sex.
“Not you. Besides, I don’t need a man to make me come at night.” I wink at EC, and he smiles at me. I look at Dyson head on and ask about his name.
“What’s the story with your road name?”
The three men burst out laughing. I suck in a breath when I catch how beautiful Court looks when he laughs.
“Hey, stop looking at him like that,” Dyson snaps at me. I huff and turn to pour myself a shot of vodka. I down the shot and turn back to the guys. Why must he be a bad boy, alpha male?
“I can look at whoever the fuck I want, Wesley Taylor. You can’t fucking boss me around.” I place my hands on my hips. My breathing is heavy, and I know my breasts are climbing high in my top.
“That will change real soon, baby. Real fucking soon.”
“Not happening, Dyson.” I turn and walk to the other end of the bar, raging inside that he thinks he can own me after not seeing him for fourteen-fucking-years. I serve other customers with Nell and Andrew.
I keep flicking my gaze to the four bikers in my bar. They’re all talking among themselves. Dyson keeps lifting his gaze to mine, but I look away before our eyes connect.
I make a group of girls their cocktails, and they are talking about the boys. My jealousy builds when I hear one of them talking about Dyson. I slam the last glass down a little too hard. They all frown at me but I ignore them, throwing a frown at Dyson, which he returns with a wink. I turn my back and try to block him out.
Dyson
I sit at the bar and talk to the boys but keep my eyes firmly on Jamie. Jamie-fucking-London, back here. Never thought I would see her again but thank fuck I did. Seeing her makes everything feel right. It makes me feel like that little piece that was missing has found its home. As pussy-ish as that sounds, it’s fucking true.
I watch as she sways her hips, walking behind the bar, laughing and talking to customers and the two other people behind the bar helping her. The raging green-eyed monster lingers in the background when I see her smile and flirt with men in room.
I slam my empty glass down, making her head snap in my direction. I lift the glass to her, indicating I want a refill.
“Easy, brother,” Ace says from next to me. He moved to the stool next to me so EC and Court could chat with a group of girls, who are getting piss drunk on Jamie’s cocktails. I watch as she takes a deep breath and walks over to me.
“Another?” she asks.
“Yeah, babe.” With a nod, she takes my glass and puts it in the sink, before getting me a clean one. I watch as her sexy body turns. Her arse looks fucking delectable in those leather trousers. The skin that is uncovered is tanned and inked up. My sweet and innocent Jamie is nowhere to be found. Sexy, bad arse biker chick Jamie is here, and she is here to stay. And for that, I am damned fucking happy.
“Same?” She signals to the pumps.
“Please.” I was brought up with manners. If my mum heard me not using them, biker or not, it would earn me a slap across the back of the head. Her arms lift, and I can see the ink covering them. I take in the Day of the Dead design and the hourglass. The work is fucking on point.
“Nice ink,” I tell her, and I mean it.
“Thanks.” Short and sweet. I think my earlier statement has pissed her off, but she will come around. I know what she went through, but fuck me, it looks like she has bounced back, ten-fold.
“Where did you get it?”
“Castle Ink. What is this, Dyson? I’m not up for chit-chat with you. I
’m working.” Her words get my back up. What the fuck is her problem?
“You got a problem with me, babe?” I straighten from my leaning position on the bar. She doesn't speak, just finishes pouring my drink and places it on the bar. Jamie stands there staring at me, her eyes searching mine—for what, I have no fucking clue. We stay like that for fuck knows how long, until EC breaks the spell between us.
“Fuck me, you two need a room—or an office, or a cleaning cupboard. Just get it over with, for fucks sake.” His words are slightly slurred, since he has been knocking back cocktails with the girls.
Jamie’s gaze comes back to mine before she speaks again. “No problem, Dyson. I just have work to do, and I can't stay here with you all night, flirting, when I have customers to serve. Why don't you pick a piece for the night and leave me alone.” She nods towards the girls who are talking to EC and Court. I shake my head at her, and she huffs again before walking back down the bar. She’s pissing me off.
She wants me to fuck one of the girls, then she will fucking see me fuck one the of the girls.
“Dyson.” Ace says my name in warning, but I ignore him and push off the bar, and walk over to the group of girls. I don’t waste any time, because I know Jamie is watching my every move.
“Which one of you is single and up for a quick fuck out back?” A blonde puts her hand up and bites her lip.
“I’m Elle.”
“Don’t fucking care.” I grip her wrist and march her towards the back of the pub. I have no idea where I’m going, but there is surely a backdoor somewhere.
Jamie is watching me, and I am watching her. Gazes locked in a heated hold. This is what she told me to do. I’m just giving her what she wants.
Fuck it.
I don’t chase women; they chase me. She is the first woman in fucking years that I would chase if I knew I had a chance.
The way she is looking at me as our eyes stay locked and I drag this girl behind me, gives me hope that I have a fucking chance. I ignore the guilty feeling that is settling in the pit of my stomach as I keep marching past the bar.
We have yet to break eye contact. I can feel the weight of her stare, but I push the feeling down. I am a fucking biker, for fucks sake. I can shag whoever the hell I want. I rip my eyes from hers and keep my strides up, until we are down a hallway and heading for a door that has the sign ‘Exit’ above it.
I push the door open and look around. The back alley is fairly lit, and I thank fuck, because thoughts of Jamie or the other girls coming out here late at night to bring the rubbish out in complete darkness would piss me off.
We step from the door, and I push her against the brick wall. I don’t wait for foreplay or pleasantries. I open my jeans and look at her face.
“Knees and suck it.” Even though Jamie has pissed me the fuck off tonight, I can’t bring myself to fuck this bird out here, so a blowjob will have to do.
“But I’m in a skirt.”
“Like I fucking care. I want my dick sucked, so suck it.” I push her shoulders down, giving her time to tell me to fuck off. I smirk down at her as she lowers to the floor. I stroke my cock a few times and feed it to her willing mouth.
The feel of her mouth wrapped around my cock does nothing for me. Yeah, I’m hard, but it was Jamie who made me that way. But this chick on the floor will get the job done. She licks the head of my dick, making me moan. I may not be fully into it, but I’m still a man who loves to be sucked off. I grip the back of her head and force her to take more of me. She gags, making me smile. The smile slides off my face when she cups my balls.
“Oh fuck, that’s good.” I glance down and see her looking up at me. My balls start to shrivel so I slam my eyes shut.
“You like that?” she asks, then goes back to sucking and licking my dick.
“Keep sucking,” I grit out. This will take all fucking night if I don’t somehow get into it more.
Jamie.
I keep my eyes closed and picture Jamie on her knees in front of me. It’s Jamie I see sucking and licking my dick. I feel her tattooed hand playing with my balls, tiny fingers sliding over the skin and pulling.
“Shit,” I snap when I feel teeth on my cockhead. “What the fuck, woman?” I look down at her. She looks up at me with innocent eyes, but they don't fool me.
“My ex-boyfriend liked that stuff, so I thought I would try it with you.” She shrugs her shoulders, like she didn’t just almost take a chunk out of my dick.
“Well, fucking don’t. That shit hurt, and I’m not into that fucked up shit.” I am, but not with her, and only when I’m causing slight pain to the woman I’m fucking. And when I trust the woman I’m fucking.
I pull her back to me and let her know to get on with it. I picture Jamie in my head again, her head bobbing up and down my shaft.
“Pull my balls again.” She listens and sucks harder. It doesn't take long for me to come down her throat with images of a naked Jamie in my head, wondering where else on her body she has ink.
I’m breathing heavy and my head is leaning back against the wall, my eyes closed. I feel her climb to her feet and touch my chest. I slowly open my eyes and look down at her.
“Are you going to shag me now?” I laugh at her and step to the side.
“Nah, babe. I was just proving a point. Let’s go back inside.” I can tell she’s pissed, but I smile and take her hand, leading her back inside.
Kings of Leon’s ‘Sex on Fire’ plays through the speakers around the pub. I scan the room for Jamie and then the boys. I spot her behind the bar, leaning against the back part, sipping some pale pink drink. Her gaze catches mine, and her bored expression makes me smirk. I place my hand around the girl’s waist and lead her back to the bar, never taking my eyes off Jamie.
She arches an eyebrow at me, and I wink at her. She’s showing that she doesn’t care, but I know women. She’s putting in the ‘I don’t give a fuck’ play, but that shit isn’t working on me.
When we get back to her friends, I see Ace has joined EC and Court with the girls, but he’s keeping an obvious distance. Ana would cut off his balls and bake them if he touched another woman.
Jamie is close enough to see my next action. I lift my hand and run my thumb over the corner of the girl’s mouth, letting Jamie and anyone close know exactly what happened out back. I see Ace shake his head over the girl’s shoulders. He’s leaning on the bar, having a casual conversation with one of Jamie’s bar staff.
I try listening to what the girls and my brothers are saying, but I can’t. Jamie is making a girly drink in a huge fucking glass. She turns and smirks at me, then places it in front of the girl with me.
“That is for you, sweetheart—to wash away the nastiness you just swallowed out back. Such an unwanted job, but I suppose someone has to do it,” she says sweetly to the girl. She gives me a satisfied smile when the girl actually takes a sip of the drink and thanks her.
“Oh wow, that is so yummy.”
“What the fuck, babe?” I bellow at Jamie. I’m pissed now. How fucking dare she?
“Babe? Are you two a couple or something?”
“NO!” Jamie yells. The girl jumps, and I snarl at her. Fucking hell.
The girl’s eyes bounce between Jamie and me. Her gaze stops on me and her jaw drops. “Is that what you meant by ‘proving a point’?”
My gaze is still locked on Jamie, who is now fighting to contain her laughter. My fists clench and unclench. I am so fucking angry right now.
Talk about hoes before bros.
I shake my head at the change in her over the years. She went from this shy, beautiful girl, to this tatted up, big-titted, hard-arse woman.
A fucking knockout.
But not only has she changed her appearance—not that I’m complaining—she has also changed her whole personality. She used to be sweet and polite to anyone around her. Now, she oozes with her hard, bitchy attitude.
“So not only did you change the way you look, but you changed your attitude as
well. Since when have you been such a fucking bitch, Jamie?” I growl out my question. I am sick of her shitty attitude. Like she is too good for a bloke like me.
“A bitch?” The anger in her voice is clear as a water. “Did you just call me a bitch?”
“No, I said you were acting like one, not that you are one. For fucks sake, Jamie. Grow up.”
“Same fucking difference, you twat.”
“Brother, cool it, yeah,” Ace warns me, placing a hand on my shoulder. I shrug him off and keep staring at Jamie. Her eyes are blazing with anger. I feel like she could rip my balls from my body in one fell swoop. I swallow, because I have never in my life seen such anger coming from a woman.
“Would it be better if I was this weak, pathetic woman who will get on her knees and suck you off whenever you want? Be that woman who will say ‘yes, sir, no, sir, three bags fucking full, sir’? Well, I’m fucking sorry, Dyson,” she grinds out my name through gritted teeth, “I am not that type of woman. ANYMORE.” She screams the last word, anger and pain radiating from her.
My body is screaming at me to wrap my arms around her and hold her tight, to take all her pain away, but I know that’s not what she would want me to do. My arms hang tight at my sides, my fists clenching and unclenching, fighting the urge to touch her.
“Jamie, breath,” Ace says to her, wrapping her arms around her shoulders. “In and out. That’s it, good girl.” My eyes flick to Ace’s over Jamie’s head. I didn’t even see him move from my side and go behind the bar to her.
Regret sinks deep in my gut. I let my mouth run away with me again, and I hurt her.
Her face says it all.
Jamie
Bitch. He called me a bitch—or said I was acting like one. The darkness creeps in again, and I can't breathe, but I know I have to say the words that are swirling around my head.
“Would it be better if I was this weak, pathetic woman who will get on her knees and suck you off whenever you want? Be that woman who will say, ‘yes, sir, no, sir, three bags fucking full, sir?’. Well, I’m fucking sorry, Dyson,” I say his name through gritted teeth, “I am not that type of woman. ANYMORE.” I scream the last word. I refuse to be that little bitch who got raped and brutalized that night.