Spartan (Forsaken Sons MC Book 1)

by Jessica Joy

  “Yeah, cool. Have fun. I’ll be here.”

  And you fucked it up.

  Later that night the Brothers and I are at the compound throwing back a few beers and shooting the shit, blowing off some steam before the run in the morning Gage, Cotton, and Tully all attempt to rope me into a game of pool with them but I beg off, my mind isn’t in it and I’ll keep my twenty bucks.

  I try to shake myself outta the funk that’s been following me around all day, but I can’t stop thinking about Tessa and the way her ass looked so damn perfect in those leggings as she bounced her way down the street this morning.

  Nope. No. Not that. I’m upset about that damn mobile yesterday. Yep, that’s it. Who the fuck designed those things anyway? The Swedish? I swear shit from IKEA is easier to put together.

  That fuckin’ thing I swear to Christ, I’m a goddamn mechanic who can take any rusted bucket of bolts and make it purr like a kitten by the time I’m done with it. No, that stupid piece of plastic and plush almost beat me. All I wanted was for that kid to have some planes overhead at night.

  Wait, when the hell did I start giving a shit about kids?

  Tearing a frustrated hand through my hair, I take a pull from my beer and slam it down. Turning on my barstool I prop my elbows back against the bar and look around the common room, surveying the scene for the night. I need a distraction. How long has it been since I’ve dipped the wick? Entirely too long if my mind, and my cock, are fixating this hard on a random ass and pair of tits.

  No, not random. Tessa.

  Fuck. Time to remedy this shit. Looking around the room nothing, more like no one, catches my eye. It’s a Friday night and most of the Brothers are here partying. The club whores are here in force for the party, along with a healthy dose of Hangers on. Club whores are regulars, known entities but they’ve been passed around more than a joint under the bleachers at a high school football game. Roxy calls them “The Fallen” and the joke around the Club is they fall to their knees faster than leaves fall from a tree. Roxy rules them with an iron fist, making sure they get tested and sent to the doctor as needed; and kicking out the ones that get a little too desperate. Most of them work around the Club or at one of our other businesses nearby during the day.

  Kiki, the bartender, is the unofficial head girl of the Fallen. She runs the bar and the kitchen within an inch of its life and you better watch it if you ever cross her. Keek is bright, a business major at UMD in her last year; she wants to manage a bar or something once she’s done. God knows she would clean up with that gig. She keeps the other girls in line and is Roxy’s right hand in the Club.

  I don’t fuck with most of the Fallen and you couldn’t pay me enough to stick it in one of the Hangers; I ain’t got a death wish. If I’m up for something new I might hit up one of the bars in town, or if I’m feeling lazy, I stick with Keek. But tonight, I’m feeling like I need to work something out of my system.

  I look around the room one more time before turning back to the bar, motioning for another beer. Kiki sets a cold one in front of me and I send her a heated look. Quirking my eyebrow as I take a long pull from the bottle, I tilt my head back toward the hall that leads to the bedrooms. She’ll have to do for the night, nothing else is grabbing my interest.

  She bites her lip and winks at me, before turning and calling out over the crowd for one of the other Fallen come take over at the bar. Kiki tosses her apron to Jasmine and saunters off down the hall toward my room, her hips swaying more than is strictly necessary in her tiny cut off denim shorts. I take one last pull from my beer before I slap Gage on the back heading off after Kiki. I know she’ll be waiting for me, ready and willing; she wouldn’t have left the bar if she didn’t want to.

  When open the door to my room Kiki is there just as I expected, naked and kneeling on my bed, one hand between her legs and the other teasing one of her nipples. Her short dark hair is swept to one side, showing off the sharp undercut and patterns shaved into the side. She has brightly colored tattoos curling down both arms and onto the backs of her hands, and a large intricate piece on her left thigh. I have never bothered to look close enough to tell what they are, but anyone can see its quality work. She is all sharp angles and hollows from her knees to her cheekbones. Her calculating gray eyes show just how intelligent this girl really is, something most of the Brothers take for granted and for which they don’t give her enough credit. She’s tall and lean and I don’t think she has an ounce of jiggle on her, even her tits are small, firm, and perky.

  Taking in the sight before me as I close the door, I lean back against it; watching her continue to play with herself. I run a hand over my jaw as she lets out a moan and bites her lip, staring at me like a bitch in heat. She pulls her hand from between her legs and I can see she’s ready for me as she licks her fingers clean with another moan.

  “Want a taste handsome?” she purrs. Keek is the only Fallen I’ve ever considered. She’s been around long enough to have the right of refusal with the Brothers. Some of them are afraid of her, can’t handle the blow to their ego when they get rejected by a club whore. She has a spark for sure, and she’ll take your balls for earrings if you look at her sideways. But if you get the chance, damn is she a wild ride.

  “Naw, not tonight. I want that hot mouth of yours on my cock. Get your ass over here girl,” I growl at her, pushing off the door and shrugging out of my Cut, hanging it on the back of the desk chair to the right of the door. Kiki’s smile turns predatory as she falls forward and crawls to the end of my bed, slinking onto the floor with all the grace of a cat. She comes to her knees and looks up at me with an evil glint in her eyes as she works my belt and the button of my jeans loose with practiced ease. With a smirk she pulls my zipper down with her teeth, brushing her nose over my cotton clad cock.

  I watch as she works my jeans down just enough to pull my cock from my black boxer briefs. Her thin fingers wrap around my shaft as she pulls me free and flexes, working me in her palm. She dips and gives one long lick from root to tip along the underside of my cock before closing her lips around the head. Swirling her tongue around the crown of my cock, sucking just enough to feel some resistance as she works her lips over me. She continues to work me with her hand and mouth, snaking her other hand into my jeans to cup my balls through the fabric of my boxers, rolling them around her palm. I close my eyes and drop my head back on an exhale through my teeth as I try to blank my mind and focus on Kiki’s efforts. A flash of Hazel eyes, dark hair, and a teasing smirk cut through my thoughts as my eyes close.

  Fucking hell.

  I grit my teeth against the vision, forcing myself to focus on the hot slide of Kiki’s candy apple red painted lips as she sucks me all the way into her mouth. All I can picture is a pair of pouty pink lips around my cock instead. With a groan I try to pull my mind away from Tessa and what noises she would make as she took me in that sweet mouth of hers. Looking back down at Kiki I try again to pull myself back into the moment, but all it does is kill my buzz, my cock deflating. If I’m honest, it was barely at half-mast to begin with. Fucking hell, I never have issues getting it up but tonight I just can’t. I scrunch my eyes closed on a growl and will my cock to respond. God, I need the release. I pull back from her and go to settle myself on the edge of my bed, pulling my jeans and boxers further down my hips to fully free my cock. Kiki doesn’t miss a beat and crawls over to me, settling between my legs.

  “Need something more big boy?” Kiki teases as she looks up at me through her heavily mascaraed lashes, still working my limp dick in her hands. Leave it to a Fallen to just assume I have a case of whiskey dick. On a growl I let my head fall back, and with one hand in her hair I pull Kiki’s head back down onto me. My grip is firm and unrelenting in her hair until I get a vision of a chocolate ponytail bouncing with every movement. My hand softens in Kiki’s short black hair as I picture pulling those long brown waves out of their tie and sinking my fingers into them. My cock springs to life at the thought.

  Ah
fuck. Guess this is happening.

  I squeeze my eyes shut and let the thought of Tessa take over. Her hair, her hazel eyes looking up at me as she takes me into her perfect mouth. Those fucking lips. The drag of Kiki’s garish red stained lips becomes the delicious slide of Tessa’s pouty petal pink ones. I hear Kiki let out a little moan of excitement as my cock grows hard as fuckin’ steel. A groan rips from my throat at the thought of Tessa’s tongue curling around my length as she tries to take me as far down as she can. I thrust into Kiki, fucking her mouth as I hold her head with a fist in her hair. If I am gonna give in to this, I’m gonna do it my way.

  My thoughts move to Tessa’s delicious tits. They looked like they would spill deliciously from my grip, more than a handful in the best way. God, I want to get my hands on them, find out what color her nipples are, what noises she makes when I suck and bite them. I feel myself get harder still as Kiki increases her efforts and I am so fucking close to cumming. Kiki’s mouth and moans become Tessa’s in my mind; I growl as I pull Kiki closer, holding her down as I feel my orgasm take over. I unload down her throat and feel every muscle in my body tense, stealing my breath as she swallows every drop. As I feel the last tremor of my release wrack through me, I fall back onto my bed, one arm thrown over my eyes as I try to get my breathing back under control.

  I can hear Kiki moving around the room getting dressed again before she comes over and gives me a playful slap on the thigh, leaving my room without a word. Thank god for small favors. Kiki knows the score. I stay laying on my bed, not caring my cock is out and my pants are around my ankles as I sort through what the fuck just happened.

  Why the fuck was Tessa on my mind through that? She’s an unknown entity. She can’t be under my skin. She’s fuckin’ cute though. Too damn cute. The way she was so excited that she knew about the MC, and then that little crinkle between her eyebrows when she worried she got the name for our Cuts wrong, that little twitch of a smile she gave me in the kitchen, those fucking leggings this morning.

  I haven’t seen a smirk like that since I was sixteen… Janet Delgado, I remember her… but no. This chick! Tessa… Tess… what the fuck is wrong with me?

  I stand up and settle my clothes back in place before throwing on my Cut and head back out to the common room. Thankfully Jasmine is still behind the bar and there’s no sign of Kiki; probably in the back with some mouthwash. I motion for a drink and Jasmine grabs me a beer as I flop down on my stool in the corner again. I shake my head at her and motion for my bottle of Knob Creek. I need the good stuff tonight. Jasmine rolls her eyes at me and turns to get my bottle and I can’t help but notice her giant fake tits bouncing with each over dramatic move she makes.

  Fuck that bounce. Why do women have to fuckin’ bounce like that? Tessa and those perfect tits of hers with that damn bounce as she started her run… It’s all fake right? Whatever the fuck sort of voodoo women use on their shit to make it look like that. No. Fuckin’ no. She’s got a kid. Fuck me… am I seriously thinking about a chick with a kid?

  Being the oldest of five growing up, I always played the ringleader and stand-in parent for the rugrats while my parents worked themselves to the bone to provide for all those mouths. When my dad died just after the youngest one was born, I didn’t have much choice but to step up and take care of all of them. Why the fuck would I want to go through all that again?

  My parents loved each other and their crazy brood more than life itself. After dad died mom took her time getting back into the whole dating mess. Dating as a single mother is hard. Dating with five kids as insane as we were was downright impossible for her. She tried, she really did, but none of those assholes stuck. She had a string of guys come in and out of our lives she thought could hack it, but they would all get scared off by us kids. No one wants to take on that mess. I always felt so bad for her, watching her cry over the latest asshole. Mom tried so hard and gave everything she could to them, but they always walked away. I know it was never her fault, it was ours. It was mine. Since all that I have never once messed with a mother, and I don’t intend to start now. I refuse to be one of “those guys” to her and her kid. I won’t do that to a kid like all those assholes did to me. I have never been tempted to break my rule… but those hazel eyes…

  “Spill” Gage says from next to me as he takes a pull from his beer.

  Where the fuck did this fucker come from?

  “Fuck off” I growl at him, taking a drink without looking over at him. If I ignore the twat, maybe he’ll go away.

  “Nice try. Spill Brother. Do it or I’mma sic Cotton on your sullen arse,” Gage says matter-of-factly over his beer, not looking at me.

  “Got nothing to say,” I brood.

  “Don’t test me motherfucker,” he says, pointing a finger at me from around the bottle neck. “Something has yer panties in a twist Brother,” Gage counters. I’m still not giving in to the fucker. I’m not talking to him, to anyone about the fact that I can’t get Tessa and her bouncing body outta my mind.

  “I’m going for a ride,” I growl. I need to get my mind right and get away from these thoughts of Tessa. I need to ride, clear my head. I tear through the common room and out the front doors, ignoring the calls of a few of the Brothers as I pass. I’m not in the mood to talk, not in the mood for another drink, I just want to get lost on the road and let my mind melt away.

  Chapter 7

  Tessa

  One week running like crazy to stay put and I’m still standing.

  I did it. I survived my first shifts working at The Looking Glass with Alice. As crazy and boring as it may get, I must admit I love every minute of it. If there was going to be any happy destination to my flight from Seattle, this is almost better than I could have dreamed. I love getting to work with Alice and Francois, who makes the best biscuits and gravy on the planet. Seriously. He can bring grown men to their knees with one plate of that manna from heaven.

  The biggest blessing though is my dear neighbor Betha. She and Evan have become fast friends and she is beyond fantastic with him. I’ve worked the night shift twice this week and Betha has worked some kind of magic and has gotten Evan to sleep in his crib without a fuss. I’ve almost begged her to come over and put him down every night for me, anything to keep him from screaming for hours and hours on those tough nights.

  Alice wasn’t kidding when she said she was short staffed; it’s been a full seven days, and this is my first day off. She said it would be a trial by fire, and it literally was when I put a stack of napkins next to the stove, but I’m finally getting my café legs under me.

  Evan and I are enjoying a chill morning at home and it’s just what the doctor ordered for the both of us. Home. It’s amazing to me how quickly this place has started to feel like our home let alone a home. I wasn’t expecting it, didn’t want it, but here we are after only seven days and the thought of packing up and moving on again makes me feel a strange tightening in my chest. I don’t want to leave. I should leave though. I need more miles between there and the two of us. Maybe, I can stay a bit longer though. Maybe I can slow down the pace a bit and make the marathon.

  I shake off the thunder cloud that threatens my mood. I'm going to enjoy the day with my baby boy and not think about tomorrow, just for today. Right now, I’m going to watch a movie with my little man. Honestly, the movie is pretty cute… the first hundred times you watch it. Now it’s just background noise that I quote under my breath without even realizing I’m doing it.

  While Evan rolls around on the rug with his toys and laughing at the little green one-eyed monster running around on the screen, I pull out my phone and start scrolling through my emails, catching up on the news. It’s true that I want to leave the past behind, but there is still a part of me that’s connected to Seattle. It’s where I grew up, where my son was born. It will always be a part of us, for better or worse. In a moment of homesickness, I subscribed to a weekly email update from the local paper, one of those little townie ones that barely are online
and barely cover the county news. I haven't been opening them, not wanting to tempt myself while getting settled into our new lives, but today I click into the most recent update.

  Basic suburban headlines fill my screen. A new park getting built here, a historic building getting restored there, some wiz kid from the high school won some national grant to intern for NASA… nothing new, nothing exciting really. But the last headline at the bottom makes me stop.

  HOMETOWN LAWYER DARRIN ROBERTSON, ESQ. KILLED IN TRAGIC CAR ACCIDENT

  I click into the article, sure the headline must be wrong, or it is some other Darrin Robertson. I feel numb, my limbs heavy, the tears running down my face as I search the article for what happened.

  “According to Kirkland police Darrin Robertson, 27, was driving a black Porsche 911 northbound on Juanita Drive through Saint Edward State Park when he appears to have lost control of the vehicle and veered off the road where it struck a tree before overturning and landing on its top. Kirkland police report that Robertson was ejected from the car and died at the scene. No other details have been released at this time but a representative for the investigation stated that Robertson’s blood alcohol level was well above the legal limit at the time of the crash.”

  This can’t be happening.

  “Lexi. Oh my god Lex” I whisper as a sob rips through me.

  My baby sister Lexi is engaged to Darrin Robertson, hometown football star and third generation lawyer in the family practice. Well, I guess she was engaged. They were supposed to get married next September. She had been so excited the last time I talked with her.

  I stare at the article for several minutes, trying to make sense of it, but I just can’t figure it out. That isn’t the Darrin I know. I have never known him to have more than a single drink while out and never if he has to drive home. A pit of unease takes root in my belly.