CRAVE
Trojans MC, 8
Sam Crescent
Copyright © 2017
Chapter One
It had been another long day at Vale Valley hospital, and Kasey Lintel just wanted to get to her apartment, have a long bath, and go to sleep. She didn’t even care for food right at that moment. Another long day, and this time, the Grim Reaper himself had won way too many times. She’d counted six deaths today. Seeing their families cry and sob had been too much for her, reminding her of the pain of losing her last surviving family member, her brother. That pain had been unlike anything she’d ever felt before in her life.
She watched the floor numbers change as the elevator took her home.
Her neck hurt from being in the same position for most of the day. Her feet were killing her, and if that wasn’t enough, she felt like she’d done nothing but try to stop crying.
When the elevator came to a stop, she breathed a sigh of relief, climbing off to make her way toward her apartment door. Before she could get inside, Lindsey, her busty blonde neighbor, came out of her apartment, carrying a large bouquet of roses.
“They look nice,” Kasey said.
Lindsey always had way too much energy, which was probably why she spent a lot of time with different men. The walls were rather thin, so Kasey got to hear all the dirty activity going on. Sometimes she was envious of the easy sex that her neighbor got. Kasey couldn’t have that. Most of the guys she’d dated always told her she was the kind of girl they’d take to see their parents. Rarely did she get to the bedroom department before she’d been pulled into something fun, and that just sucked.
So in the last ten years, she’d had five boyfriends with only one of them ending up in sex. At thirty years old, she’d been with one guy, lost her virginity to him, and it was only when he didn’t want her to go to medical school that they broke up. Boy, had they been at cross purposes.
He’d wanted her barefoot and pregnant.
She’d wanted a career and to help people. Fortunately, her brother had been there. He’d told her to not let a guy hold her back from what she wanted. She missed him.
“They are so nice,” Lindsey said. “And they’re for you.”
“Me?”
“Yep, that’s right. The delivery man was so sweet. He was totally like, these flowers are not for you, miss, but they’re for your lady neighbor. He thought I’d have a fit because they weren’t for me.”
“Right,” Kasey said, staring at the flowers. “This is the second lot, right?”
“Yep. First lot came yesterday, but I’ve been so nosy, and I’m so sorry. I couldn’t wait for you to find out who it is. You have the strangest friends. Yesterday you got them from Pie. Today they’re from Chip. Is it a little joke?”
“I don’t know. It’s their names. Something to do with a road name I believe.” She recalled Crazy telling her about it while he’d been watching Leanna after his vicious ex shot her.
Kasey tended to stay away from bikers, and the Trojans MC were the real deal. Bike riding, dangerous men, and she had no interest in that.
The parents of Holly, one of the MC women, had gotten killed because of some past association with the mafia. At least that’s what Kasey heard at the funeral when she went to pay her respects.
“OMG! You’re telling me you’ve got some bikers wanting you.”
The excitement was bubbling up inside Lindsey.
Opening her apartment door, Kasey invited Lindsey inside. She was kind of a friend. They had nothing in common, but she found when misery seemed to take up residence, Lindsey didn’t allow it to happen.
“I’ve never been to a biker party. I want to meet them. They all look badass and dangerous with those leather jackets and tattoos.”
Kasey pointed toward the kitchen counter as she filled her kettle with water. Lindsey took a seat but spent most of it bouncing on one spot. Her tits pressed against the front of her shirt, showing that she didn’t wear a bra.
Kasey didn’t know why she noticed her friend’s lack of bra, but she did.
“I’ve never been to a party either. There’s a club in Vale Valley. I work at the hospital there.”
“You totally have to introduce me.”
“I don’t think that will happen.”
Lindsey got out of her seat and took the card, leaning in close as Kasey removed her jacket.
“Look, look, this guy Chip wants you to make a date. There’s his cell phone number. ‘Pretty flowers for a beautiful woman. Thank you for all that you do. I was hoping you’d like to do dinner sometime.’”
Lindsey read out the card, and Kasey recalled the card the other day. Something along the lines of, “Totally dig you. We can have some fun times. Call me.”
She’d thought they were all a joke, and now it seemed like it totally wasn’t.
“You’ve got to call them, and then you can take me to handle one of the men, or I get to watch you totally be taken by two men.”
Once again, her neighbor giggled, and Kasey rolled her eyes, not really sure on what to do.
“I’m sure they’ve got the wrong person.”
The kettle began to wheeze, letting her knew it was time for tea.
She poured Lindsey a cup, then herself, afterward taking a seat at her table.
“I’m so green with envy right now.”
“Don’t be.”
“I’ve been living next door to you for a couple of years now, Kasey, and I’ve noticed you rarely have anyone come to take you out on a date. These two men want to get freaky with you.” Lindsey shook her breasts as she said that. “Go for it. What have you got to lose?”
“I’m not like that. I’ve never been like that.”
“Maybe you need to start living a little. I don’t imagine for a second it’s all fun and games at the hospital. Your eyes are puffy from crying. Bad day?”
It was a bit much for her when her neighbor was the only one who noticed.
“Tough.”
“We only live once, and if you take life way too seriously, you’re going to spend the rest of your life regretting it. I speak from experience here.”
“You’re twenty-one.”
“Actually, I’m twenty-six years old, and I’ve had so much fun living it up. I have no plans to be tied down until I’m ready. There’s just so much to experience, ya know? Why do guys only get to pick and choose about all the fish in the sea? I want it just as much, and I’m going to taste every single guy I want.”
“Aren’t you worried about earning a reputation?”
“Meh, I don’t care. This is what I hate. Men screw a bunch of women and are called studs.”
“We call them man-whores.”
“A woman sleeps with guys and she’s a whore or a slut. Double standards. I love cock. I’m not too picky about my pussy either if you ever want to go.”
Kasey burst out laughing. “You’re a hoot.”
“I’ve got some serious tongue action going. Believe me. I could make you scream, if you’re worried about being called a slut, which by the way, anyone does call you that, tell them to come to me. I’ll put them straight.”
Kasey couldn’t stop laughing. “Thank you. I really needed to laugh tonight.”
“That’s what I’m here for. I should totally charge you, but you make the best tea ever.” Lindsey finished her drink. “I’m afraid I’ve got to cut the party short tonight. I’ve got a date, and I’m going to live it up. Wish me luck that this guy not only has a big dick but also knows how to use it.”
“I will keep my fingers crossed for you.”
“There’s nothing more disappointing than a hard cock with a really bad driver. You know what I mean? Just because it’s hard and big doesn’t mean you stick it in, and there you go, good sex.”
She didn’t say anything else, following Lindsey to the door to say goodnight.
Closing and locking her door afterward, Kasey leaned against it, pulling out her cell phone to dial Crazy’s number. She had his number after he kept coming to the hospital for advice with regards to illnesses and sickness.
Instead of him constantly making the trek, she’d told him to call her.
“Hello, Kasey, makes a change for you to be phoning me.”
She chuckled. “Yeah, I guess. I’m kind of confused. I’ve received two bouquets of flowers. One from Chip, and another from Pie.” She bit her lip. “Is this because of something? I don’t know.”
“They’re trying to woo you.”
“Woo me?”
“Yes. They’re asking for a date I take it.”
“I think so.”
“They saw you and they liked you, Kasey.”
“Oh.”
“Don’t sound so shocked. You’re a beautiful woman.”
“Thank you. I think.” Crazy was completely devoted to his woman, Leanna. Even though he’d paid her a compliment, there was nothing else in it.
“Would you like me to put a stop to their shit? Is it bothering you?”
“No, it’s fine. I just wanted to make sure they didn’t feel obliged or anything.”
“Nope, nothing like that.”
She asked him how Leanna and the kids were doing before hanging up. Staring at the two bouquets of flowers, she couldn’t help but smile. They really were beautiful.
****
Chip sat staring at his beer bottle, wondering if going to visit Kasey was out of the question. It had taken him three hours to pick the right flowers that he thought would really stand out and show their beauty.
Pretty flowers paled in comparison to the beautiful woman. From the moment he first saw her a few years ago at the hospital, to only a month ago at the funeral, she’d captivated him. What pissed him off now was Pie’s interest.
Chip had held off going to see her for some time as he didn’t know what her thoughts were about bikers or the MC life.
Trojans MC didn’t have the best reputation, especially after the recent showdown with the mafia. Everyone was in a fucking state. Russ and Sheila had been killed, and because of it, Duke had gone after Anton Abelli.
There had been tension ever since.
Since the deaths of her parents, Holly had withdrawn herself from club life, staying at home with the kids. Duke didn’t look much better either, and from what he’d heard, the blog that Mary and Holly set up wasn’t faring well either.
They’d not made a post in nearly two months, and their followers were starting to worry.
Pushing all those worries to one side, Chip focused on his beer, which he’d not taken a sip from.
The main door of the clubhouse swung open, and he saw Crazy step into the room. Crazy clocked Pie, who had a club whore all over him, and then turned to Chip.
“What the fuck is going on with you two?” Crazy asked.
Chip looked at Pie then back at Crazy. “What?”
“I’ve just had a call from Kasey. Guess what, she’s had two bouquets of flowers, and wondered what the hell they were.”
Rage filled Chip as he got out of his seat, advancing toward Pie, who in turn pushed the bitch off his lap and stood.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Chip asked.
“I was sending flowers to a woman that deserves them,” Pie said, standing toe to toe.
“Deserves them? You were close to having another woman’s mouth wrapped around your limp dick.”
“No, I wouldn’t.”
Chip sneered at Pie. “Stay away from Kasey. She’s mine.”
“She’s not anyone’s. I actually consider her a friend, and she’s been through a hell of a lot. I would really prefer it if none of you fucked up what friendship I have with her.” Crazy pointed at the both of them.
Turning to Crazy, Chip glared. “If I want to see her, I’ll fucking see her, and no one is ever going to tell me differently.” He stepped away from Pie and shook his head.
Crazy grabbed him.
“I’m not going to hurt her.”
Seconds passed, and finally Crazy let him go.
“You really think you’re going to win her?” Pie asked. “I sent a bouquet of flowers yesterday.”
“She won’t want your skanky ass, especially as all you seem to be doing is dropping your dick into anything that will have you.”
“This is not something you both should be doing,” Crazy said. “She helps the club, and I call her whenever I need help with Strawberry and Luke.”
“Stop being a pussy,” Pie said. “Chip and I will handle this. You’ve got nothing to worry about.”
Chip wasn’t interested in listening to Pie. Leaving the clubhouse, he went toward his bike, straddling the machine.
Crazy had followed him outside, and he looked toward the brother. He was a crazy son of a bitch, and Chip had no interest in getting on his bad side. The club was at a tipping point from the Abelli interference. Right now, they had to be stronger than ever before.
“I’m not going to hurt her. I’ve no interest in fucking with her, like Pie is in there. I like her.” What he wouldn’t admit to Crazy was the fact he’d been watching her for some time.
Even before the funeral. At the hospital he’d noticed her, but he’d not been ready to accept his feelings. He’d finally realized that he wanted her, and there was no way he’d let Crazy or Pie take that away from him.
Turning over his ignition, he didn’t give Crazy a chance to say or do anything else as he pulled out of the clubhouse parking lot. His anger slowly ebbed away with every second he put between himself and the club, especially Pie.
Knowing that fucker had actually sent her a bouquet only pissed him off more. Pie had no right to her.
Speeding up, Chip found himself riding toward her apartment, and after thirty minutes on the road, he parked his bike, staring up the length of the building. He knew her apartment number, and deciding to take matters into his own hands, he climbed off his bike and made his way into the building.
Instead of taking the elevator, he took the stairs. He’d never been nervous talking to a woman before. He wasn’t any saint, and never claimed to be perfect; far from it. Being in the Trojans MC he’d done a lot of crazy shit. Fucked many women he couldn’t even remember the name of, but always bagging his dick up before he stuck it anywhere. Women didn’t mean anything to him. Only the patch he wore, and his loyalty to the club. He made sure the old ladies had his respect, but that was as far as he went. Kasey wasn’t a club whore, nor a woman who seemed to be looking for a biker.
She was all woman. A nurse. A woman who cared.
He’d seen the love in her eyes as she took care of patients, witnessed it with Leanna, and then at the funeral. Kasey cared.
Standing in front of her door, he didn’t hold back, knocking on the hard wood, waiting for her to answer.
It was quite late, but he needed an answer to his question.
Seconds later, Kasey opened the door. Her long brown hair was tied up in a bun, and she wore a fluffy blue robe with the belt wrapped around her waist.
“Hi,” she said.
“I don’t know if you remember me. The name’s Chip.” He stuck his hand out, and she didn’t hesitate to take it, giving it a shake.
Her smile had his gut twisting, and damn it if he didn’t want to kiss those plump lips. They’d look good wrapped around his dick. The very thought had his cock thickening, and he quickly put the image to bed. He didn’t need to be thinking about those lips anywhere on his body.
“I remember.” She pointed behind her. “The flowers are really beautiful. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” He rubbed the back of his head. “Do you want to go out?”
She frowned. “Now?”
“No, not right now. Do you want to go out on a date with me?”
A loud, feminine scream filled the air. Kasey bit her lip, and her cheeks went bright red.
“Do you have company?” he asked.
“That is not me. I’m alone. That’s my neighbor.” She stepped back. “Would you like to come in?”
“Yes, I would.”
He stepped over the threshold as moaning once again filled the air. Kasey chuckled. “You know, I thought she’d come home alone. I guess I was wrong.”
“You hear your neighbor often?”
“She likes to entertain. Not that she’s a prostitute or anything. I like Lindsey. She’s really nice.”
Following her into the kitchen, he saw the bouquet of roses he’d picked out, along with the ones Pie sent.
His looked way better, but then he’d spent ages picking the perfect flowers.
“Would you like a drink?”
“Love one,” he said, wishing she didn’t wear such a large robe so that he could look at her generous curves.
“How’s Holly and everyone doing?” she asked.
He sighed. “Not so good. I’ve not seen Holly since the funeral. She’s really not interested in club life at all.”
Even though it was selfish of him, he didn’t want to talk about Holly.
“It can be hard losing a loved one and a family member.”
He knew it was only Kasey now. Her brother dying some time ago had left her the only surviving Lintel.
“I’m sorry for your loss.”
She smiled, but he saw the sadness once again in her eyes. “It happens.” She sighed. “So, a date?”
This time he did smile. “I hope you don’t think it’s rude me asking.”
“It’s not rude to ask, is it?”
He saw the laughter. “No, last time I checked asking for a date rather than taking one is very grownup and manly. It’s what I’m all about.”
She chuckled. “Then after you’ve gone through all this trouble. I’ll have to say yes.”
He felt on top of the fucking world.