The Vice President

by Addy Archer

  A bare cunt. My fingers slide over the softest of skin. Slick, hot, and damn tight when I slide two fingers inside. Her head tips back onto my shoulder as I pin her body to mine. My cock is in between us and not liking the fabric of her jeans rubbing against it. Sliding my fingers from her cunt, I shove her jeans down to her knees.

  “Hands on the wall.” My voice is hoarse as I step back and admire her lush ass covered by fishnet stockings.

  She complies, and the way she glances over her shoulder at me makes all my working brain cells evaporate. There’s only lust pulsating through my body—the raw need to get my cock wet with her juices and feel her cunt wrapped around me. Fuck, it’s been way too damn long since I’ve had sex.

  My fingers skim over the fishnet stockings, and I grab a good handful when I get between her legs. Giving it a rough yank, I feel it give away, allowing me the opening I need to slide her thong to the side. She’s wet enough. Screw foreplay, I need to possess her right here, right fucking now.

  I palm my cock and nudge her entrance, drenching the tip in her juices. Peyton turns her head, and normally I won’t kiss a woman, but her full lips draw me in. I crash my mouth against hers and at the same time bury myself deep.

  The gasp I swallow sends triumph coursing through me. I’m a selfish bastard, but the way my cock splits open her cunt is the best feeling ever. My arm snakes around her, sliding up between her tits to grip her neck and keep her in place. My other hand has a firm grip on her hip as I start to pound inside her. She’s shoving back on my cock as roughly as I’m surging forward.

  No words. Only rough moans and grunts pass our lips as our open mouth kiss turns sloppy. There’s no focus at all. It’s as if the both of us have started a hunt for release and we’re driven by an insatiable need. My orgasm takes me by surprise when she screams out her release. My cum is ripped out in hot jets while her body clamps down on my cock as if her cunt’s requesting more.

  With my hand still wrapped around her neck, feeling her heartbeat pounding on overdrive, I slide up and guide her face toward me. I need her mouth on mine. This kiss isn’t driven by lust. It’s a lazy, yet dominating, dance of sensual aftermath. Fuck, she sure is something.

  That reminds me, I don’t even know who the hell she is. And another thing hits me full force. I fucked her bare. My cock slides out, and my cum trickles down her legs. As I watch it’s progression, my mind is processing what I’ve just done. My damn daughter was born due to a ripped condom. I’ve never fucked bare. Well, until now.

  C H A P T E R T W O

  ~ P E Y T O N ~

  Shit. Shit. Shit. What did I do? What was I thinking? What am I thinking? I never mess with bikers. I have enough assholes hanging around me to last me a lifetime. And I can’t believe I let my first time with a man be with a biker of Rebel Rage MC.

  Good thing he doesn’t know this little detail. These Neanderthals think they own you and are God’s gift to women if their ego is big enough. And, dammit, even better my brother doesn’t know or he’ll kill me and Hunt. My father? Not so much, he couldn’t care less. Well, maybe out of principle.

  Okay, maybe not me, but Hunt for sure. Dammit. But it was worth it, though. Holy shit, now I know what all the fuss is about, and I totally understand all the hang-arounds trying to get some action from bikers. This for sure doesn’t compare to the battery-driven action my pussy has experienced.

  Don’t judge, I mentioned assholes hanging around me all my life, right? Well, try getting a date when you’re surrounded by Neanderthals you can’t stand. Yup, my pussy hasn’t seen any action at all. None. Not even an innocent date, nothing. Well, I guess it all changed today. Ugh, it’s messy, though.

  Yikes. No condom. Again, what the hell was I thinking? I’m not on the pill, and he didn’t use a condom. Forget the whole STD thing; I could be getting knocked up right now. As we speak. I mean, it’s obvious he blew a mother lode inside me with his stuff sliding down my legs. I need to get out of here and swallow a few bottles of the morning-after pill.

  He steps back and tucks his dick away. I’ve clearly also never done the whole aftermath, but I’ve seen firsthand experience due to my brother when it comes to hump and run actions. Well, with this I mean the needy type of chicks—hang-arounds or whatever they call them. Those women always try to cling to them and beg for another round of sex. For sure that won’t be me.

  Besides, I need to leave. Honoring my mother’s dying wish is one thing, but getting cozy with the enemy—so to say—is a whole new ballgame. Hunt’s daughter, Raven, is worth it, though. Cutest little dynamite ray of sun. My mother’s her teacher. Well, she was until she suddenly died a few days ago.

  She made me swing by her class and give Raven some attention the last few months. My mother knew the struggle of raising a biker’s daughters by herself all too well. Not to mention, she’s a daughter of a biker herself. But she also mentioned how Hunt isn’t like any of the others. The way he treats his daughter and does everything he can to make her little life as perfect as possible is special. Hence the reason my mother talked me into helping out.

  When the sitters Hunt hired started failing on him, my mother made sure I would watch over Raven if she needed to wait a few minutes to be picked up. Sometimes it was minutes, sometimes hours. And today, no one showed up.

  I did try calling his cell and eventually went by his house, but when all failed, I brought Raven home with me. I admit, not one of my smartest moves ever, but it’s not like I could leave her at school. It’s Friday and school is closed for the weekend. Yeah, that’s how I managed to get myself dragged into this mess.

  I bend down to pull up my jeans and straighten my top. There, all tidy and good to go, as if nothing happened, right? Except for the fact I can still feel him. Man, he’s huge. I’ve seen dicks at a safe distance, but this guy’s? Massive. I made sure to get a good eyeful and memorized it for future dreams. Okay, it’s over. Done. Thinking over every single detail of what happened will have to wait till I’m alone and have a vibrator in my hand to relive the whole thing.

  I place my hands on my hips and wait until he’s done fixing his jeans before I say, “That was the highlight of my day. Now, are we done here? I really need to drop that kitten off we found at your house, and then I need to do some grocery shopping.”

  His gaze slowly slides to me. “You’re not going anywhere. We need to have a talk first, and then I have to discuss things with my pres.”

  “Yeah, like I said, I don’t have the time and have a list of other things to do. Besides, you and me don’t have anything to talk about. We had a quickie. Oh, wait, there’s something to talk about because I do need to mention you really have to wrap up when you fuck. And I know it was half my fault too. I should have said something. But no worries, I’ll do the whole morning-after pill thing. Believe me when I say I don’t need a connection with Rebel Rage MC.”

  At the scorching look he gives me, I ramble on even more. “Talk about a death sentence I would lay upon myself. Uh-uh, nope, never going to happen. Anyway, it was fun.”

  As I turn to walk away, another thought occurs to me, and I add, “Don’t be late picking up your daughter again. I know how busy life can be. No blame. No judgement. I can’t imagine being a single parent and handling the whole work, club, kid thing. My mother did, she made me promise to look after your daughter. But maybe you need to make sure you leave another phone number at school where they can reach you. Because the one they have on file, no one answered when I tried to reach you, and I tried several times. Maybe leave your president’s old lady’s number as a second. She strikes me as a sweet woman who will make sure Raven is picked up.”

  His fingers are around my neck before I can take my next breath. “Fuckin’ cunt. Are you calling me a bad father?”

  My eyes narrow. “Did you hear me say that, asshole?” His phone starts to ring, but neither of us break eye contact. My heart is thundering in my chest as anger flows through my veins. I hiss, “See? Now you’re not pic
king up either. Your phone, asshole. Pick it up. There might be an emergency.”

  He blinks a few times and steps back, his hand leaving my neck as it slides into his pocket to grab his phone.

  “Hunt,” the man grunts as he keeps his stare locked on me. “We’ll be right there.” He disconnects and slides the phone back into his pocket. A deep sigh rips from his body. “I had to get a new phone last week because I forgot to take it out of my pants when I had to do laundry. We had so much shit to deal with at the club I forgot to give school the number of my new burner.”

  Is this supposed to be an apology for flipping out on me? If so, this man needs to up his apology game. I decide not to dwell on things and instead state the obvious. “Don’t forget to do so on Monday.”

  “Will do. Come on, we need to get inside the clubhouse. Pres needs me, and I should have spent the time talking instead of fucking,” Hunt grumbles.

  I clear my throat to distract myself from the way I feel my cheeks heat. “Tell me about it. I could have gone without the whole aftermath ramifications. Not to mention the morning-after pill and now the STD testing I need. Great, first time having sex and I mess up big-time. And it is messy, who knew? I can still feel it slipping out. Did you gave me a double load or something?” I ramble, and when my eyes hit his, I know I’ve said more than I should have. “I didn’t mean that. It’s… you know. Dammit. Stop looking at me like that.”

  “I always wrap up. Hell, Raven was born due to a snapped condom. I’m clean; don’t worry about any STDs. You were pretty damn tight, but it didn’t feel like I was breaking in your cunt.” He raises his eyebrow in question.

  As if I owe him an explanation. I roll my eyes but still hear myself explain, “I devirginized myself, so to say. But, yes, yours was the first non-battery-driven power stick I let inside me. Happy now? Feel all special?”

  Ignoring my question, he asks one of his own. “Why’s that?”

  “It’s not that hard to explain. I have too many Neanderthal assholes hanging around to last me a lifetime. I’ve never even been on a date because they are always hovering around and scare off all the men. Enough talk. We needed to go, right? I have a kitten to take home. But if he doesn’t belong to anyone else, I’m going to keep him. I’m going to turn into one of those cat people who live alone without sex. This whole sexual aftermath is most definitely not worth my time.”

  Now would be a good time to shut up, Peyton.

  “We still have some issues to clear up. We’ll talk some more and hash shit out. The kitten is yours. I’ll tell my neighbor she lost one and he found himself a new home. A stray cat had kittens in their shed; I’m sure it’s one of them. And next time you want sex, call me,” As he speaks, Hunt pushes me out the door toward the clubhouse.

  “Yes, to the kitten. No, thank you, to the bootie call. Besides, with your track record of not answering the phone, it’s not likely we’ll have sex ever again. I’d rather turn my attention into becoming a cat lady.” Clearly I’m muttering to myself since he’s not listening to me at all.

  When we enter the clubhouse, he leaves me to stand near the couch where Raven is sitting while he stalks off to speak with the president of this MC. I’ve heard about these guys from my brother and from eavesdropping. I really shouldn’t be here, but my mother made me promise, no matter what Hunt’s MC is involved in, Raven is to be placed above everything.

  I think my mom’s overprotectiveness when it came to Raven is because she recognized herself in Raven. My grandfather was left to raise my mom himself from a young age. She’d always been a daddy’s girl and she’d seen how fierce Hunt is when it comes to Raven, but she also knew how hard it is to do everything yourself—something my father knows nothing about when it comes to me or my sister. In fact, my father was quite the opposite. He’s an asshole and not worth a single thought.

  “Are we going to drop off the kitten? Do we have to?” Raven asks me with puppy dog eyes.

  I give her a warm smile. “Your daddy mentioned the kitten must be from the litter your neighbor had. He’s going to make sure they know I’ll be taking him home. If your daddy isn’t doesn’t mind, you can come visit anytime you like.”

  Gone are the puppy dog eyes; she’s all excitement all of a sudden and smacks her forehead. “Duh. I totally forgot our neighbor had kittens. She told Daddy about it when she found out a stray cat had a litter in her shed. But that was weeks ago.”

  “Well, kittens need time to grow before they go out exploring.” I grin and glance at the little bundle of fluff sleeping in her lap.

  “Do you have a name yet?” Raven questions.

  And when I think about it, I do. “I’m thinking of naming him Hunter.”

  Raven giggles and nods furiously. “You’re gonna name him after Daddy. Because you found him there and with the kitten going out hunting. It really is a good name.”

  “Peyton, come here. Now,” Hunt’s voice booms through the clubhouse, and it actually makes me cringe.

  “Does that man ever do anything the normal way?” I mutter.

  Raven giggles. “Daddy’s special. That’s why he’s my daddy.”

  “So very true, cutie patootie.” I shoot her a wink and stroll to Hunt who is holding a door open for me.

  Stepping inside the room, I know instantly where I am and I’m taken aback. “I thought women weren’t allowed in church.”

  “Sit the fuck down and tell me why you know these things. You called me a VP without thinking and you addressed my pres the correct way too. Hell, you called Angie his old lady. Biker lingo, you know shit. Now talk,” Hunt thunders as he leans into my personal space.

  I’m sick of him flipping back and forth between asshole and less assholish. Why did I let him screw me? Ah, to screw me over. Without thinking, my fingers curl into a tight fist, and I punch him in the gut the way my brother taught me. Only, where the guys I trained with most times go down, or at least double over, Hunt only grunts but stays in place.

  A smile slowly spreads across his face. “Never felt a girl throw a punch like that. You’re not normal.”

  “Neither are you, asshole,” I seethe. “Get the fuck out of my way. I’m leaving. And promise or no promise, I hope to never see you again. So, as of now, always be sure to pick up your little girl from school on time.”

  I try to step around him, but he easily blocks me.

  “You’re not going anywhere, cunt. Who the fuck are you? And don’t you fucking dare lie to me,” the asshole spits his words in my face.

  At this point, I’m so angry I don’t care about anything anymore except aggravating the asshole in front of me; and I know exactly how to strike him where it hits the hardest. “You sure you want to know what cunt you shoved your dick in?” I taunt. “Are you sure you can handle it, VP?”

  His upper lip rises in agitation as he sneers, “There’s nothing I can’t handle.”

  I shoot the asshole a brilliant smile and say, “Peyton Cliners. The princess of Trigger Pull MC, Nevada. I would say it’s nice to meet you, but you and I both know we’ve past that point. Now, let me the fuck go or you’re going to be in deeper trouble than you assholes already are.”

  Curses fill the room, and I’m not a fool. I noticed the president and a handful of other bikers were sitting around the table when I walked into the room. Like I said, at this point, I don’t care. I keep my eyes locked with Hunt and cross my arms over my chest.

  His whole face contorts with anger. “Fucking cunt.” His harsh words thunder through the air, but they don’t affect me.

  I’m done talking. No more words. None. His chest heaves as he inches closer. His whole demeanor should scare the piss out of me, but it doesn’t. This man is massive with his bodybuilder shaped and inked-up body. His head is shaved on both sides, and his mohawk is pulled back into a bun. A man bun—or in his case, an asshole bun.

  “Hunt, put her in the basement,” Alaric snaps. “Now, dammit. Remove her from the fucking room, so we can discuss this fuck-up.”<
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  Hunt grabs my upper arm and drags me out of the room. I grind my teeth all the way down to the basement. He pushes me inside a dark hole, and I stumble slightly. Anger runs hot through my veins, and I barely catch myself to prevent a face-plant.

  “Peyton,” Hunt snaps. “Fucking look at me, cunt.”

  Right. As if that will make me obey him. Asshole. My fingers curl into fists, and I keep my back to him. I’m done. Absolutely done.

  “Fine, don’t give me the time of day. Remember, you brought this on all by yourself the second you took my daughter. The game is over. You’ll regret ever meeting her.”

  Now this hits my heart as if he took a knife and plunged deep. I spin around and let all the anger, hurt, and grief pour out. “Regret meeting her? That little burst of sunshine my mother made me promise to keep an eye on? Are you fucking kidding me? She’s precious. My mother would rave about her each day when she came home from class. Every. Damn. Day. She’s been a teacher all her life, and every kid in her class for years and years have each been special. But Raven? She captured a piece of her heart because she once was like her. A few days ago, my mother wasn’t feeling well, but she needed to go to class because Raven was going to bring Snotty, and I don’t even know what the fuck that is, but it was important enough to make my mom go, and then she collapsed in the parking lot. I went to the hospital to visit, and she seemed to pull through, but then suddenly she took a turn for the worse and she died. She died, asshole. Raven was important to her, and anyone who meets Raven can see how special she is. So, whatever you say to me or fucking do, I don’t care. But you never repeat those words to me again, asshole. I won’t ever regret meeting her. Now you on the other hand? Yeah. For damn sure I regret meeting you.”

  Tears are streaming down my cheeks, and the look on his face is utter shock. I hate him. I hate him and everything else in life so damn much for taking my mother from me without warning. I can’t bear seeing pity on his face, so I push him back, grab the bars on the door, and slam it shut to lock myself in. Spinning around, I give him my back. When I hear his footsteps retreating, I let the tears fall freely as I take my head in my hands and start to sob.