My hand itches to reach out and jerk that towel free. I can’t remember the last time I’ve been with a woman who has no tattoos. I decide right now that she will never get one. I want to see my tatted hands against her porcelain skin.
The slam of the door pulls me out of it. I blame all these spur-of-the-moment decisions on lack of sleep.
The door opens and she glides out wearing my T-shirt. Her wet long hair hangs down her back and I have to grit my teeth. Full breasts, with tight nipples, make my dick start to wake up. I almost throw her onto the bed.
Clearing my throat, I reach for a pack of smokes. “Tomorrow I’ll have one of the girls take you shopping. Get some clothes and any other girly shit you need.” I light up watching her eyes get big.
“What?” I pull a long drag of nicotine into my lungs.
“I… um, well if you trust me I…”
“I don’t. I’ll have an old lady take you.”
Her eyes widen and she glances around the room. I admire her as I smoke. She moves to the large part of my room. I had a half wall erected in my bedroom, so if I want to watch TV, I can.
She looks up at the ceiling and all around. Her gaze stops on my refrigerator.
“Eve?” She jumps and looks over at me.
“Are you hungry? I can have Amy make you some food. Or there’s food in the fridge if you want it. I’m going to take a shower.”
She nods but her focus is on the contents of my fridge. As she leans into it, the light illuminates her entire silhouette and I make myself breathe. What the hell is going on with me? I’m acting like a fucking teenager. She pulls out a yogurt, checks the date on the top, then grabs two bottles of water.
I figure she’s fine and step into the bathroom to take my own shower, wondering if I should have Crystal come suck me off. But my head is filled with a blond eating yogurt, not Crystal.
Tomorrow will be busy, and in the morning, I’ll have one of the girls take care of me.
Opening the door, I expect to see Eve sleeping in my bed. I brought some Neosporin and Advil to help her sleep and intended to give them to her.
“Eve?” A wave of panic fills me. Where the hell is she? Even with my mark, she may be vulnerable. A lot of the guys are new and might not know she’s mine.
“Eve?” I stop when I see her curled up like a kitten cradling a bottle of water on my black leather couch, the first empty water bottle on the floor next to her.
“Christ.” I run my hands through my hair and reach down to pick her up. She moans and I can’t help but stick my nose in her hair and breathe in everything that is this girl.
Putting her on my bed, I squeeze out a large amount of ointment and slather it on her neck using a gentle touch. The angry burn is already calming down. Her eyes slowly, almost sadly open and I hand her the Advil and her water. In her half state of sleep, I like her a lot better. She’s warm, smells good, looks fucking sexy, and listens.
She plops back down and snuggles into my pillow. The T-shirt she wears has ridden up and her long legs, ass, and black thong are on display for my eyes to feast on. I allow myself a moment to let this day sink in.
When she shivers, I pull the sheet and down comforter over her.
Again, I wonder if I should call Crystal and rub my face with my hands. Instead I slide into my big bed and reach for Eve. She murmurs something about loving pillows, then sighs. Her soft, minty breath lulls me to sleep.
Warm, vanilla or is it coconut? I’m at a beach and I have the most beautiful pair of blue eyes blinking at me. Her ruby lips move when she laughs and I reach for them. “I love you.” She smiles at me. My eyes blink open. What the hell? I’m spooning Eve and the hard-on I was having in the dream is in full force. My nose goes into her neck and my hands caress her breasts. Why am I dreaming about this girl? And why am I dreaming that she loves me? For a moment, I stop caressing her. My brain is still waking up, yet I know I need to be careful with this one. I have some strange need, a connection with her. But I don’t plan on falling in love. I have way too much shit in my life. A woman is not something on my radar.
Admittedly, I loved sleeping with her and haven’t slept that soundly in years. I don’t let women into my room. In the beginning, I let Crystal stay a couple of times. As soon as I became president, I slept alone. That way nobody gets confused. But since Eve has no idea about what happens in my MC, she won’t know how by claiming her last night, I have basically decided she’s going to be my old lady, sort of. That means I can fuck and be with whoever I want, but she’s getting a job she knows nothing about. I scrub my hands up and down my face. Why did I do this? The sight of her lithe, glorious form and the sound of her even, peaceful breathing compels me to turn her on her back.
This. This is why I did it. She is the most stunning woman I have ever seen. And I want her.
My hand caresses her stomach. She’s too thin—her tiny waist gives her curves, but a few pounds would help. Suddenly I want to give her food, clothes, anything she wants. Her eyes blink open, and long, sooty lashes reveal crystal blue eyes. She stretches, a small smile on her lips, and bolts up pulling the sheet with her.
“What are you doing?” She looks at me like I’m insane.
“I was getting ready to taste you.” I take the sheet away.
“But… I mean maybe we could.” Her eyes dart around the room landing on the poster of Crystal. “I don’t think your wife would like me sleeping with her man.” Her cheeks turn pink.
“Well, then it’s a good thing I’m not married.” I reach for her and she cringes.
“What the fuck is wrong with you? I’m not going to hurt you.” What’s the deal with this one?
“You said you hate… well, frigid girls.” She whispers the word “frigid.” I pull back to look at her, truly look at her. She’s terrified. Her chin is held high, but her lip is quivering. Christ, she’s probably been used and discarded. I need to get up. I have a ton of things to take care of today.
“Eve? You need to talk to me. I basically bought you. You get it? I’m not going to force you. But you’re mine and we’ll be fucking. So, if you have some dark secret you want to tell me, fine. Otherwise be ready tonight.”
The door to my bedroom bangs as I swing my legs over and grab my smokes. I light one up. “In a minute,” I yell, and she jumps.
Standing up, I watch her eyes trail over my body closing when they come to my hard cock. For some reason, this pisses me off. No woman doesn’t want my cock. It’s fucking thick.
“Open your eyes, Angel.” I wrap a hand around it jerking it for her. Her eyes don’t blink as she watches my hand go up and down. Almost like she’s never seen a man do this before.
Her breath is harsh and her hands are fisting the white sheets.
I take a drag and allow the smoke to fill my lungs, my hand still jacking myself off.
“Give me your hand, baby.” It’s a command and it jerks her eyes to mine. She wets her lips and slowly gets to her knees moving toward me. My cock jerks in excitement at her obeying me. She might be a badass, but I’m going to train her to be my badass.
“Blade.” Her voice is raspy and her eyes show confusion. She’s like a scared virgin, and I don’t have time for this. Taking one more drag, I lean over and snub the cancer stick out, then grab her hand and place it on my dick. She jumps at the first contact, her breaths coming in small and short. Gently I guide her hand up and down my thick cock, which grows even longer and thicker as she takes over and does it by herself.
“Yeah, that’s it, baby. See how good you’re making me feel?” Her blue eyes pop up to mine as if she’s not used to compliments. I take her other hand and bring her index finger to my mouth. “You keep stroking my cock and I’ll suck on this.”
She cocks her head and her golden waterfall of hair falls over her shoulder as her eyes fall to her hand jerking me off. Then I hear her moan as my tongue and teeth suck and swirl on her finger. “Look at me, Angel.” Her eyes blink to mine. She obeys so perfectly an
d for one split moment, I see my future. She must see or feel it too because she hisses and pulls her finger out and her hand away.
“Who hurt you?” My voice is harsh as I breathe through my nose trying not to throw her on the bed and fuck her. “I need to know this before we begin.”
She slowly shakes her head. “Everyone. No one. At least not what you’re thinking.”
There’s pounding on my door again. “Prez… I know you’re busy but you’re twenty minutes late,” Ryder’s voice booms.
“I’m coming.” My eyes never leave her face. I see the relief that I’m not going to touch her. Her whole body slumps back. I don’t need this shit. Clearly she’s got sexual issues.
I pull on my jeans and a black T-shirt.
“I’ll have one of the old ladies come by and take you shopping. Get your hair done, nails, buy a bunch of clothes. You’re not leaving, so get a variety of things.”
She nods as I pull on my black biker boots. “And Eve?” She looks at me.
“Tonight, I’m gonna fuck you. Prepare for it.”
I pull out my wallet and count out a couple grand. “Here. This will get you started.” She takes it. Again, her eyes are huge like she’s never seen or held that much money. I don’t know, but I’m late as fuck, so I’ll have to psychoanalyze her later. Raking my hand through my hair, I brush my teeth and take a piss before I open the door to a smiling Ryder.
“Christ.” Walking past him, I slam the door and take the steps two at a time. Ryder’s large frame is right behind me.
“I had a dream, Prez.”
I march toward the far room where we hold our meetings.
“Good for you, man.” I know what kind of dream he’s talking about. Ryder dreams shit that strangely seems to come true. For years we gave him grief about it. Until he actually dreamed that the wife of one of our brothers had breast cancer. It turns out she did, and he saved her life. After that we still tease him, but when he says he had one of his dreams we all listen.
I sigh. “Dude, we’re late as shit. Can it wait?”
He smiles and claps my shoulder. “You made the right choice. You and Eve are destined.”
My hand is on the doorknob. “You know you sound insane, right? Unless you dream about something bad, or something important, let’s not talk about it, okay?”
“Had to tell you. I didn’t want you to mess this up.” He grins like he’s a genius.
“If we’re destined, it won’t matter what I do.” I open the door and all my brothers stand.
Holding my hands up, I say, “Sorry, long night. Axel get me up to speed on what’s been going on. Can I get some breakfast?” I sit at the head of the long wooden table. Edge calls for my breakfast and I turn my attention to listening to all the shit that went down since I was gone.
“Some punk kids got a hold of our drug and tried to copy it. They failed and a couple kids OD’d.”
I look at Axel. “Did they die?”
“One did. The DEA decided to stop by and say hi. They know it’s not ours, but if they can put us down they will.” He leans back and lights a cigarette.
“How much did they want this time?”
“Ten grand and a friendly reminder that they are watching us.”
“Where’s Doc?”
“He’s dealing with shit with Sandy again. Said he’ll be here tonight,” Ox chimes in as he takes a sip of beer. I cock my brow at him.
“You’re not the only one who had a long night,” he mumbles.
Shaking my head, I look at my brothers. And I mean that literally. All of us served together or grew up together. All of us would lay down our lives for each other. “We’re getting too big. I want to pull back on our supply right now.”
“That’s a lot of money to lose,” Axel says.
“Better that than jail. What did you do about these punks ripping us off?”
“I personally took care of it. We won’t be hearing about them anymore.” Ryder sips his coffee and smokes. None of us need the money. We’ve all invested heavily in legitimate businesses and houses. I look around. Everyone looks tired. This burning the candle at both ends catches up with even the best of us. The only one who seems rested is Ryder.
“Good.” A light knock alerts us that my breakfast has arrived. Amy walks in carrying mine and a bunch of donuts for the guys.
“Thanks, Amy.” She nods and efficiently places my plate in front of me. Her father has been with the Disciples from the start. He was with my grandfather in Vietnam. We pay her a shitload of money. Not because she demands it, but because she works her ass off and the clubhouse would not survive without her. At fifty, she’s never left or hooked up with any of the guys. She seems happy being alone. She rules the clubhouse with a tight fist. Our food is amazing and my room is so clean you could eat off the floor.
“So, Eve needs clothes. Which one of you wants to volunteer their woman to help her?” Shoveling in a mouthful of scrambled eggs, I glance around the table.
“I called Dolly,” Edge informs me.
I raise an eyebrow. “Really?”
“What, you don’t want her to do it?”
“No, I think she’s perfect. Thought you weren’t talking anymore.”
“Well, I’m not. I did it for you.” He looks down at his phone.
I grab a slice of toast. “So, she’s here now?” He nods not looking up from his phone and I shake my head at his stupidity. If he loved her so much, he should have kept his dick in his pants. That’s all Dolly ever required. But we are who we are and it’s not like any of us are saints.
“I’ll be back.” I walk into the main room where the bar and a couple of pool tables are set up. A bunch of my guys are drinking and playing poker. They stand when I enter.
Sitting in the corner is Dolly on her phone. We call her that because she literally looks like a porcelain doll. Her dad was my dad’s VP, so we kind of grew up together.
“Hey you.”
Her big brown eyes blink up at me. “Hey you, I hear you got yourself an ole lady?”
I laugh. “I don’t know what I got. Listen, I gave her a handful of cash. If you need more, let me know?”
She stands, and I can’t help but smile. Dolly is all of five foot two and maybe one hundred pounds. Her dad bought her a hair salon when she graduated from cosmetology school. At first, it was a place for us to launder money. But she’s an excellent stylist and the salon has taken off.
“Oh, don’t you worry. I’ll take good care of her. When we come back tonight, you won’t recognize her.” She tosses her phone in her bag. “How’s Crystal taking it?” She looks around unable to hide her smirk.
“Haven’t told her yet.” Rubbing the back of my neck, I add, “She’s gonna be pissed. What else is new.”
Dolly stares at me. Crystal was the one with her mouth wrapped around Edge’s cock. So there’s no love lost between them.
“Should I go get her?” She looks around, wrinkling her nose in distaste.
“Yeah, she’s in my room.”
“Great.” Nodding at me, she cocks her head. “Are you okay? You’re acting weird.”
I run my hands through my hair. She’s right; I’m off. I have no idea what I’m getting myself into with this girl.
“Keep an eye on her, Dolly. Like she’s not one of us, and I have no idea what she’s gonna do. Actually, the more you can find out the better.”
She throws her bag over her shoulder, heading for the stairs. “Perfect, so you want me to spy, babysit, and be her stylist. Wow… you are going to owe me.”
“I want a full report,” I call up to her.
“Yes, Boss.” She disappears, and my phone starts ringing. Crystal’s big breasts pop up. I push decline. She’s the last thing I want to deal with right now. My mind drifts to upstairs and Dolly getting to spend the day with Eve. They’re like night and day. Eve tall and golden, Dolly petite and dark-haired. But if anyone can get into Eve’s head, it will be Dolly.
“Prez?” I turn
to Edge who’s holding a cell phone for me. “It’s Devin.”
I sigh, walking back into the conference room, thoughts of my Angel on hold as I try to contain what seems like a million fires.
EVE
Someone is tapping on the door. I assume it’s the old lady to take me shopping. I clutch the money Blade handed me this morning to my chest. This is the most money I’ve held in my whole life. And I’m a bit resentful at having to waste it on trivial things like clothes. If I can distract this woman, maybe I can steal most of the stuff and keep the cash.
After Blade left, I took another long, hot shower. His little display this morning made me realize that I’m totally fucked and I might as well wrap my head around it: I’m basically his whore. I hate my junkie brother. He left my dad and me knowing that I would have to pay his debt. That’s something I’ll never forgive. I’m alone and I will survive. With that in mind, I take apart Blade’s room. Unfortunately, besides some condoms, a couple guns, and a knife, his room is boring and super clean. I don’t even find a journal or anything that could help me know more about him. I guess he likes motorcycles and redheads with big fake boobs. I’m neither, so my days here are probably numbered unless I can pull off a miracle and make this man keep me. If he’s telling me the truth and he did get my dad into a place that will help him, I’ll gladly trade my virginity for that.
Someone knocks on the door again and I quickly move to open it. A small, dark-haired pixie girl stands in front of me holding her cell phone.
“Oh… I see now.” She waves her hand at me and grins. “All making sense.” She chuckles as she gives me a once-over. “So, I’m Dolly, your new stylist-best friend.” She shoves her hand at me.
I blink at her. “Wow, when Blade said old lady, I thought he meant like a real… old lady.”
Shit this isn’t going to work. This girl looks on her game. How am I going to shoplift with her around?
She laughs. “Come on, beautiful. Let’s get you some clothes, haircut, waxing, nails, and whatever else we have time for.”
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