Chapter 3

Raider

 

As parties at the clubhouse went, my brother’s engagement party was probably the tamest one that had ever taken place. I was glad Jet had pulled his head out of his ass and finally done something right with Flick, that they were happy, but fuck, I was bored out of my mind.

I had been at the clubhouse since after lunch, when I had brought one of the sheep back to play with. Things hadn’t gone as planned, and it had pissed me off. Therefore, I had sent her packing. After a shower and a nap, I had woken up to my sister and some of the old ladies setting up for the party.

Raven had spotted me before I could make a run for it and had put my ass to work. I loved my sister more than any female on the planet, but she was a fucking ballbuster. That had only gotten worse with motherhood.

As the party had gotten started, and more and more people had shown up, the urge to jump on my hog and spend the night with only the road as my companion had increased. I knew if I left, though, Raven would kick my ass, and Bash and Spider would hold me down while she did it.

Cursing under my breath, I lifted the beer bottle to my lips and chugged it down before throwing it in the trashcan a few feet away. The kitchen was full of a mixture of MC brothers, their wives, and a few kids. It was minus any of the sheep, which was the only reason I was camped out there.

Maybe it was boredom, maybe I was just exhausted—fuck, I had no idea. Whatever it was, I was tired of the sheep who followed me around like lost puppies looking for attention. I had given them plenty of reason to do just that over the years, having fucked them all regularly. But lately, I had found them more annoying than entertaining.

Someone bumped into my hip, and I turned my head to look down at the female who was trying to move me out of her way.

Willa cocked a brow at me before pushing at my arm. “Move it or lose it.”

I moved over so she could get to the cabinet behind me.

Once upon a time, I had thought about fucking her. She had been too hung up on Spider, and honestly, I hadn’t cared enough to want to fight him over her. Now she was married to the enforcer.

“What’s up with you?” she demanded once she had gotten what she needed. “You’ve been acting weird for days. I haven’t seen the usual bitches swarming around you lately, either.”

I shrugged. “Just tired.”

“Too tired for pussy? Are you sick or something?”

I reached for another beer from the barrel of ice beside the island. “Or something,” I muttered, not wanting to get into it with her.

“Huh,” was all she said before she went over to the kitchen door to call out for Raven.

Not wanting to chance my sister finding something else for me to do, I left the sanctuary of the kitchen.

I had barely taken two steps when Whitney caught my arm and pushed herself up against my side. I looked down at the sheep, a smile already lifting my lips, but it didn’t reach my eyes.

Whitney was fun in bed. She liked it dirty, and I had given it to her plenty of times. Her blonde hair was hanging around her shoulders in messy waves, her makeup thick and just as slutty as the clothes she was wearing. However, that “fuck me now” look in her eyes did nothing for me right then.

Pulling my hand free, I tapped her on the ass twice before moving away. “Maybe later,” I told her as I kept walking.

Maybe I would fuck her later. Maybe I would find someone else to suck my dick. Then again, maybe I wouldn’t.

I grimaced, wondering if maybe I really was getting sick. My dick usually had a mind of its own, yet lately, it had been just as bored as I was. Ever since I had gotten back from New York, I couldn’t have cared less if I got laid or not.

No, I reminded myself. No, it was before New York. It was before Flick had even come back to us.

As if some radar went off inside me, I turned my head and scanned the crowd of people in the main room of the clubhouse. Within a few seconds, I spotted Quinn.

Her long, blond hair was pulled back from her face, showing me that, unlike her sister Whitney, she wasn’t wearing any makeup. She had on a nice top, one that wasn’t overly tight across her tits, yet still showed their feminine curves perfectly. The jeans she wore made her legs look like they went on forever, despite her being so tiny. I knew, if she turned around, they would be cupping her sweet ass in a way that just thinking about it made my mouth water and my dick thicken painfully.

She stood talking to Flick and Kelli, a red solo cup in one hand that she started to lift to her luscious mouth. Her hand was lifted only halfway when she spotted me, and I was powerless to look away.

Fuck, she was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. For years, I had wanted to fuck her, but her friendship with my brother had meant that I had to keep my hands to myself. So, I kept my distance, even though it had been difficult at times, and tried to forget about her. Lately, that had gotten harder and harder to do, and I seemed to turn into a real fucking asshole whenever she was around, just to hide my reaction to her. More than once, I had been a dick to her, and I didn’t like that I had made her cry. Regardless, it was the only way I could keep my distance.

Still trapped in her gaze, I moved through the room, putting more space between us in a hope to control my body’s reaction to her. It wasn’t lost on me that my dick had gotten so hard it was nearly breaking through the zipper of my jeans at just a look from that female.

It would be insanity to fuck her. Colt would kill me. Raven would probably help him, too. She didn’t have a soft spot for many people, but Quinn was one of them. Even the uncles all loved her, something that couldn’t be said for her three sisters: Heather, Whitney, and Amanda. How Quinn had come from the same mother as those bitches, I wasn’t sure, but she didn’t belong with them.

Quinn seemed to be just as entranced as I was. She had never been able to hide her reaction to me. That was part of why I’d had to try even harder to ignore her over the years. A man could get addicted to having someone worship him like she had always seemed to do me, but I knew I would have ruined her. I wasn’t the kind of guy who could settle down with one woman. I needed variety, and just the thought of only fucking one female for the rest of my life scared the hell out of me.

That didn’t stop me from wanting her so badly it was a physical pain.

Someone moved in front of her, forcefully breaking our connection.

She turned away, and I came back to reality.

I couldn’t go down that road with Quinn. She would only get hurt, and I would end up in a shallow grave somewhere in the woods.

Lifting the beer I had almost forgotten was in my hand to my lips, I took a long swallow as I headed for the room I always used when I slept at the clubhouse.

Kicking the door shut, I dropped down onto the bed and closed my eyes. My dick was still trying to break its way out, so I undid my belt and unfastened my top button. Carefully, I unzipped the fly and pulled my dick out of my boxers.

I didn’t try to hold back my groan as I stroked my cock in a tight fist. I imagined Quinn was this tight. That she had never been touched before, and I could be the one to pluck her cherry. I wanted her dripping wet as she coated my cock with her creamy pussy.

I stroked myself slowly, taking my time, enjoying the fantasy that was building in my head. It wasn’t the first time I had done that; it definitely wouldn’t be the last, either. Quinn was my favorite fantasy. Sometimes, when I was fucking a woman, I would pretend it was her under me, and it would get me off in a matter of minutes.

My balls began to tighten, the first sign that I was going to come. I released my cock and smeared the liquid on the tip over the head, getting it nice and wet. Then, diving my hand into my boxers, I cupped my balls, squeezing and massaging them, letting myself imagine that it was Quinn.

Her hands were small, but not soft. I had seen the calluses on them from how hard she worked at, not only Aggie’s, but when she’d had to take care of her sick mom, too. She was a good girl, a good woman. She would make some lucky bastard a good wife one day.

Jealous at the thought of some faceless prick who would one day get to claim the one thing I wanted more than anything, I stroked myself harder. The pressure in my balls doubled, and I knew I was going to blow any minute.

Before I could come, I released myself again.

I wanted to be inside a woman when I came, but the one I wanted wasn’t available. This was my punishment for all the bad shit I had done in my life. For all the fucking, killing, and the countless other sins I had committed over the years as an Angel’s Halo member.

Fuck, if this was just a taste of the hell that awaited me in the hereafter, I knew I would spend eternity frying while the devil laughed his ass off.