Chapter Four
Blaine
In a lion’s sleep he is still chasing his prey for the lion is always the ultimate predator.
I’m warm. I start to wake with a heat covering me.
Opening my eyes, I see her body draped over mine.
This is a first for me. I have never brought anyone back to this house. I fuck them at the clubhouse where we have duplexes with a place for each brother. I never bring women to my actual home. And no one ever spends the night. I don’t like the walk of shame, I don’t like the pressure to be casual and nice the morning after. I prevent all of it by never sharing a bed with a woman after I finish fucking her.
Fox, though, I couldn’t get enough, and I couldn’t let her go. Like a magnet, I can’t pull away even if I should.
Honestly, I expected her to bolt while I slept so this is a surprising turn of events. Looking down I take in her long blonde hair cascading down her back and off her body onto my arm. At the root it’s a shade darker, but not like the bottle blondes so I find it refreshing that her hair is naturally this blonde and she’s comfortable with herself to leave it as it is. Her pussy is shaved so I couldn’t say if the carpet matched the drapes to determine her real hair color. Gently, I trace the lines of the peacock tattoo that covers her back. It’s spread out in a flare that causes the feathers to peek onto her ribs and down her sides.
It’s sexy as hell.
It’s a bold statement.
Tattoos are important to me. Each one tells a story. My back has the Hellions insignia. On my left ribs is an eagle outstretched with a talon extended to the insignia. The wings cover my ribs and side as if its trying to take flight from my body. On my right rib is a dove facing my insignia. The two birds represent my parents. My father’s first name is Talon and he has an eagle tattoo and my mother is always the peacemaker and has the grace of a dove. She has a few bird tattoos as well. It just seems to fit our family. My chain tattoo, is also a representation of my connection to my family. It is solid unlike my father’s which is broken in places to remind him of the times he was changed through his life.
My life is not full of bad memories. In fact, I’m a lucky motherfucker to have what I have. My parents know loyalty. They show love. They believe in standing up for what you believe in and have always backed my sister and I in any endeavor. I was raised by my family, not just my mom and dad but the Hellions MC as a whole. Not a single brother would have hesitated to turn me over their knee when I was little and as I grew up they weren’t about to back down from whooping my ass if the need were to arise. Sure, Red and I gave them all hell as we were teens, but nothing that hurt anyone, but maybe our pride when we failed.
The woman in my arms … I can tell she doesn’t have what I have.
I can’t explain it, but I can feel it from her. She keeps studying me like she’s never encountered someone with no agenda. In the club, we see a lot of shit, hear even more, and most of it is ugly. The world can be a cruel place.
I’ve been protected from that by living my life as a Hellion.
I’ve been with a lot of women. I’m twenty-six-years-old in a well know motorcycle club with a body most gym rats would kill for. Getting women isn’t a problem, never has been. I know I can get laid any time I want, by any broad I want.
None of them have ever not told me their name. She’s the first.
It’s a challenge, but not in the way I want to conquer her. Rather, I seek to understand her.
Sure, I didn’t push the issue with Fox. I could have and maybe I should, but something tells me to let her be for now.
I have her car. Red already ran the plates and I have her full name and address from her registration.
I won’t tell her that though.
No, I’m going to lay here after a night where I gave her so many orgasms she’ll be weak even today just to take in the time we have. I’m going to hold her while she sleeps and pretend I know the woman who has awakened something inside of me that I didn’t know existed. I’m going to let these moments seal inside my memories because I have a gut feeling that when she gets her car back, she’ll be gone.
The woman is a mystery. One I want to solve.
Patience.
She needs someone who won’t push. She needs to feel me out, read me, and realize she can trust me. She reminds me of a feral cat, fearless, but always ready to run. It takes time to win over an animal that’s wild and even more for a person. But to taste that wild when it’s given to you, well, I have a feeling it will be the shit that lasts a lifetime.
My father always said the greatest attribute a man can have is patience. For when it comes to women, you’ll always need to be willing to wait.
For the Fox in my bed, I can stand back and give her my body while she decides she wants more. Yes, for the Fox I can wait.
My phone rings before I have the chance to take my time with her body once more.
“Lo,” I answer seeing the caller ID show my dad’s name.
“Got a nine-one-oh. You’re up.”
I want to grumble, but I won’t. Nine-one-oh’s are specific transports off the books. This isn’t a job for Crews Transports, the trucking company my dad and Rex own but rather a run for the club. This means I’ll have someone riding with me while we pick up a load and transport it to its destination. There isn’t a brother in the club I have issues with so the transports never bother me. Normally, I wouldn’t have a broad here so I would leave without hesitation.
What’s in the load?
Who the fuck cares? The Hellions certainly don’t.
This is how we do business. The client fills the trailer with whatever goods, merchandise, drugs, people, or any contents. We pick it up, take the risk of the run, and drop it off with no questions asked. We never open the trailer nor do we discuss its valuables. Our only job is a safe and complete transport.
It’s a lucrative business.
“What time?” I ask as Fox stirs over me.
She looks up at me and I memorize the satisfied look in her eyes as she blinks at me with a smile forming on her luscious lips.
“Twenty minutes.”
“Be there,” I tell him clicking off and tossing the phone on the nightstand. I’m going to be late, but shit happens. I don’t think my dad would leave a woman laying naked in his bed without one more go at it.
Before I can manage the words good morning, Fox is gripping my cock in her hand. At the tip, she flicks my Prince Albert piercing shooting pleasure straight through my rod causing my ball sack to bunch up.
“Woman,” I moan.
“You tasted me now I’m gonna have my turn,” she whispers before taking my cock down her throat.
I’m large in width and length. Add in the extra skill to manage my cock piercing she definitely is focused and careful as she takes me. For a moment, she stops to adjust and swallow more of me taking my cock beyond her gag reflex.
I fight my hips from jutting up wanting to fuck her face.
As she works me I take in the beauty of her hair splayed over my thighs and stomach. She bobs up and down sucking and releasing while I feel my own pleasure building.
Again, I wonder about the woman in front of me.
What kind of job does she have? Is she a professional cock-sucker? Who knows.
The more she works me the less I can think about her and the more I want to shoot my load.
“Fox, you’re about to get a mouthful.”
She looks up at me her eyes dancing mischievously, “MMMMM,” she moans sending the vibration down my shaft and my balls tightened before I erupt down her throat.
She swallows what she can and the rest ends up on her face and my legs.
“Time to get cleaned up,” I say as my cock throbs from my release. Scooping Fox up, I lead her to my bathroom where I start the shower. “I gotta leave for work. You’re welcome to stay as long as you like. I’ll get you the keys to my truck. Drive it ‘til I call you when your car is ready.”
“I can’t take your truck,” she tells me as I adjust the water temperature.
“I wanna see you again. Take the truck. I don’t know how long I’ll be gone. Red and the guys’ll get your car fixed up. This is a way I can have an excuse to see you and take you on a date.”
She blinks at me like she’s lost. “I don’t date.”
I grab my chest in mock hurt. “You wound my pride. I’m the dude. I’m supposed to say I don’t date. I’m trying to do shit right and you shut me down. How will I go on?” I joke with her.
She laughs lightly, but it’s far from genuine. “Okay mister romance. I have a new job to start and a lot going on. I can’t get involved in a relationship right now. The timing isn’t right.”
“Timing, huh? Well, let’s enjoy the time we have then, shall we?”
The tension eases from her shoulders as I put her under the spray. Another first, sharing my shower with a woman. Slowly, I wash her hair and her body, treasuring the time.
I’m going to catch hell for being late for the run, but I’ll pay the price later. Because this right here, I can’t leave even if I know I should.
In moments, we’re both turned on and wild with need. I sink inside her only to still.
“No condom,” I mutter as she breaks the kiss to find out why I wasn’t moving.
“IUD so I can’t get pregnant and I’m clean. You?”
“I’m clean, the single guys in the club get checked regularly. Are you good with this? I’ll stop now if you want.” I say the words while silently begging her not to let me stop.
She drops her hips and takes all of me inside her I know it’s time to keep moving.
In a matter of moments, she is screaming my name as her orgasm ripples through her body bringing me over the edge with her.
Leaving when we clean up, I can’t help but wonder if she’s going to take off and be gone for good or if I’ll get the opportunity to explore this connection between us.
For now, though, I have a job to do.
For the first time I know what it is to be conflicted with my own desires and doing what I have to for the club.
And if there is one thing I know for sure. The club always comes first.
Leaving, I smirk seeing her in my t-shirt that swallows her whole. I want to walk right back inside and be the one devouring her not my shirt. She stands in the doorway of my garage as I step to the bottom step.
Who knew a man like me could be jealous of cotton?
“Lock up when you leave. There’s a house key on the truck set of keys. You can stay here if you want.”
She raises an eyebrow at me. “You’re awfully trusting.”
I laugh. “Baby, this house was my grandfather’s. While the house holds memories, the stuff inside is just stuff. You wanna steal my TV go ahead. There ain’t a thing in this house that’ I can’t replace.”
“You’re a strange man, Blaine.”
I shake my head. “I’m not a man who gets fucked with. You wanna go there, baby your pussy’s good but not good enough to save you from my wrath.”
She blinks taking in my words.
I lean in and kiss her forehead. “Don’t want to make shit ugly, but ain’t gonna lie to ya either. Don’t cross me and we can have all the orgasms you want. Fuck me over, fuck my family over, and I’ll personally end you. That darlin’ is why I can leave you here without a worry about my possessions.”
For a moment, something flashes in her face but she quickly pushes it down. I wish I could read her better. All in due time, though, all in due time.
The ride to the clubhouse doesn’t calm my anxiety. Something about Fox is off. I don’t know what it is, but I damn sure plan to find out.
Pulling up I send a quick text to Red for him to go to my place later and see if she bails or takes my truck like I told her to. If she takes the truck, I can track her movements. In the mean time, Red will get her car fixed. After that’s done I’m sure she’ll disappear.
Maybe she won’t.
But I don’t live my life on hopes, pussy, or fantasies.
Karma meets me at the rig. He’ll be driving and I’m along as navigation. Dillon “Karma” Jacoby is a beast. He is as tall as I am and as built, but he has this quiet side that is lethal. He got his name because good or bad, he can fuck up your life. He’s been fully patched twelve years now and at thirty-five he is a rock solid guy who knows who is he through and through.
The reason the Hellions don’t let people patch before twenty-one is the commitment. My dad says you have to know yourself and where you want to be in life because this is something you commit to for life.
Karma actually came to the Hellions after he wrecked into Danza who is Red’s grandfather and a Hellions original. Danza was in his car driving back from visiting Frisco when he was rear-ended two stoplights from home. He was pissed but when he learned Karma was going through a bad divorce at twenty-three and was working three jobs to make sure his kid was taken care of, Danza took a liking to him.
Rather than call the cops, file a report with his insurance, he gave him a job at the garage. The Hellions made sure he earned enough he could cover his child support and actually have time off to see his son. He got the short-end of the deal by marrying a woman who was determined to take him to the cleaners all because she had his kid. We made sure he got an attorney to fight her shit and came out with a fair deal too.
The kindness of a stranger, he always says about Danza, made him the man he is today. We all need breaks in life and Danza along with the Hellions gave him his.
“You’re late,” Karma states as he climbs into the truck.
“Yup,” I reply getting myself settled in the passenger seat.
“Tripp ain’t gonna like that shit.”
“Know that and I’ll take the heat from my father when we get back. You got the instructions?”
He nods and pulls an envelope out of the visor over his head.
“Ain’t no pussy worth burning your brothers, BW.”
I take the envelope and read off the destination as I enter it into my phone for a GPS. “Didn’t burn anyone. I was ten minutes late,” I reply going back to the details of the load pick up and drop off.
“Don’t make a habit of it,” he mutters.
“Ain’t never been late before so don’t say that kind of shit.”
He turns and looks at me. Something’s on his mind but he doesn’t share it. As he pulls out of the compound, I decide I have to take the high road. I was late. I knew I would be. It wasn’t right.
“Gonna be pissed the whole ride?”
He keeps his eyes on the road as we get on the highway to head towards the interstate. “Not pissed, BW. Just disappointed.”
And that’s the shit all the brothers have pulled my entire life. I can handle anger. It’s when my dad or any of them say they’re disappointed that claws away at me.
“It was a fuck up. You ever been tied up in a woman you know nothing about but you can’t make yourself walk away?”
He laughs. “Yeah, once. I married her, she took my money, my kid, and fucked with his head and mine for more years than I care to admit.”
Karma is probably the last person I should discuss Fox with. Except I’m stuck in a truck with him while she’s on my mind.
This is ridiculous.
I’ve never been twisted up by a chick before. My life has been one-hundred-percent dedicated to all things Hellions MC up to this point. I’ve never shucked off my responsibilities for an extra few minutes.
I have to take a step back and get my head screwed on straight.
She’s going to be more trouble than I need if this is how I’m going to react. Maybe this run is exactly what I need. It will put some distance between us. Red can get her car fixed and back to her. When I return she’ll be gone and this feeling in the pit of my stomach that screams go back to her will go away.
So what every fiber of my being says I need to know her story. I need to know her past, present, and make her my future.
This indisputable piece of me inside says she needs me while my head says run the other way motherfucker.
My life is this club not some chick I met at a race track.