Chapter 12

Greer

Spook throws his heavy arms over my shoulder and pulls me closer. We walk out the door of the clubhouse and into the parking lot filled with bikes and SUVs. He directs me to the back and we walk around the fence line in silence.

The silence is deafening. The voices in my head are fighting on who should be heard first. I dig my fingernails into Spook’s side, but he doesn’t flinch. He stops and turns me to face him, but I can’t look in his eyes.

He lifts my chin with his thumb and I gaze into his mesmerizing blue eyes filled with understanding. “I know you said you could only get your emotions in check with pain, but I want to try something else with you and if that doesn’t work, I’ll do whatever you need me to do.”

“Okay.” I croak.

He takes me by the hand and leads me to the shed that’s in the corner of the yard away from the clubhouse.

When we’re at the back of the shed and out of view, he slams my back into the metal siding and crashes his lips to mine.

I’m taken off guard and it takes me a few second to participate. The feeling of his tongue rubbing along the side of mine sends an unfamiliar tingle down my spine that I pause.

He stops kissing me and leans back taking in my expression. “What’s wrong?” He asks.

“Nothing.” I say breathless and wrap my hands around his neck and grab what little hair he has at the back of his head and pull his mouth back to mine.

The kiss is intense and something I’ve never experienced before. Yes, I’ve been kissed, but this kiss quiets my mind and brings my body to life.

He backs me tighter into the siding enough to hear it groan. Then, his hands slide down my waist, around my back, under my ass and he lifts. I clumsily wrap my legs around his waist as he rocks his hard cock against my core. I moan as he hits my clit just right and then break from our kiss.

I stare at him bewildered. I’ve never been as wet as I am right now just from some heavy petting and passionate kissing. I take my fingers and rub my swollen lips. “What’ve you done to me?” I ask as my eyes become wet.

He looks a little put off. “I thought we could try this first, but I see it didn’t work.” He begins to put me down but I clamp my thighs tight around his waist.

“I didn’t mean it in a bad way. I swear. I’ve never had a man make me forget and feel just from a kiss ever. It’s invigorating and scary at the same time.”

He gives me a cocky smirk. “Why’s it scary, Princess?”

“Because I’m scared to enjoy it and something happen. I’m scared to get attached to you and end up having to run. I’m scared because if I don’t experience this with you, I may never feel it again in my life.”

He caresses my cheek with his hand, wiping the tears away I didn’t know had fallen. “You’re not going anywhere and if you do, I’ll just find you again. Even with all the shit going on, all I see is you. You’re special Greer and everybody can see that except you. If you want me to stop, I will, but I don’t want to.”

The sound of more bikes pulling into the parking lot catch our attention and our time alone has ended.

“I don’t want you to stop, but this is going to have to end on a cliffhanger for now and pickup where we left off later.” I smile at him as he releases my legs.

We adjust our clothing and begin our journey back to the clubhouse.

***

Spook

I’m starting to understand that going commando and having a hard-on don’t go hand in hand. Before we can reach the door, I pull Greer back to me so her back is to my front.

“I need you to stay right where you are until I can get my cock to act right.”

She giggles and then snorts. “I want to run in there and announce that my panties are wet and you didn’t have to hit me.” She laughs.

“Princess Saturated Panties, this is not funny and I don’t think my Prez, your father, my brother, also your brother would be as excited as you are.” She laughs again or she hasn’t completely stopped from her first round of giggles.

“Got it. I’ve got to go in there stone faced, not move my ass too much because that may cause your problem to stay and act as though my panties aren’t soaked because you kissed me wet.”

“Jesus, Greer. Just act normal, but with me plastered to your back for a few.” I say exacerbated.

Arriving in the main room, we are surrounded by five little women; each has a pink and black leather kutte on. Greer heads towards the one closest to Poison who I can only assume is his sister. She’s a short, petite woman with long blonde hair with a hot pink streak in the middle. Even though she’s little, she looks lethal with her gun belt around her waist and a 9-mm in its holster.

She looks over as Greer reaches her and a bright, inviting smile spreads across her face and her green eyes sparkle.

“Hey, Greer.” She huskily says as though she smokes two packs of cigarettes a day.

“Hey, Mauve. So I guess we need to pick your brain.” Greer continues and I can’t help the surge of pride I feel as I notice she’s still relaxed considering the circumstances.

“Yeah, you do and I need some more insight as well. I never wanted to be up in your business, but that skank,” she points over her shoulder to Randie who has magically appeared once again, “couldn’t leave it alone.”

“What do you mean?” I ask angrily.

“Well, the tart called me about an hour ago talking about how she could pay me fifty thousand dollars to take Greer from this clubhouse or even from her job, and hand her over to her stepfather. I agreed, but not in the sense that I’d do it. She came trotting into our house not too long after and we shackled her.” She points to the cuffs around Randie’s hands and feet. “And brought her stupid ass with us after I got the call from Poison.”

I can feel Greer begin to shake as this information sinks in. She starts to move towards Randie, but before she can reach her, Queenie has Randie by the hair and Mitz is in Randie’s face.

“Bitch, you’ve done fucked up royally this time. What has Greer done to you that you would want her sent to a man that is going to use her and abuse her?” Mitz yells.

“Fuck that bitch. I’ve wanted her gone since the day she showed up here. I was the number one bitch around here until her. Taz takes her side when he should be taking mine. Poison and Banshee are so far up her ass they can taste her shit. That’s supposed to be me. I’m the one who does everything for them and if getting rid of her is what’s necessary to get that back, so be it.”

Queenie yanks Randie’s hair back so forcefully that you can hear her neck crack. “Wrong answer you worthless, used up snatch. Come on Mitz let’s find a nice place to hang this bitch, so we can let her experience a little bit of what could have happened to Greer.”

A wide, malicious smile takes over Mitz’s face. “I like the way you think. Peabody. Trenton. Take the trash to the shed. Tie her to the rafters.”

The Prospects look to Brute who nods and then gives Mitz and Queenie chin lifts. “Yes, ma’am.”

We watch as Randie kicks, screams, scratches and cries her way out the door. You would think I would feel a sense of dread for her, but I don’t. There’s no remorse for her after what she could have achieved by her actions. I could’ve lost out on an opportunity with the woman currently in my arms that I know in my gut is worth every last piece of fight I have to offer.

When the door slams shut behind them, I feel Greer exhale and melt into me.