Chapter 7
Rebel
Past
When I left the bathroom to get towels and clean clothes for Ginger, I lucked out. One of the club whores was walking by, and a big smile spread across her face when she saw me. Her eager eyes ran down the length of my naked torso, taking in my opened jeans. I could see from her expression that she thought it was an open invitation for her to put her hands on me. She wasted no time in plastering herself against me.
Fuck. I didn't need or want this shit right now.
"Hi, baby." She slipped her hand into my pants and took hold of my flaccid dick. "I've been looking for you."
I had to play along. "Yeah?" I thrust my hips, she squeezed my dick. "I've been busy." I'd fucked her a few times before. Hell, I'd fucked all of Wildman's whores at least once. Free pussy was always a fucking perk, whatever MC I happened to be involved in, but I would have had to be either stoned or drunk to enjoy the Devils' whores. They may have once been real beauties, but most of them were worn and thin and looked well-used.
"You don't look busy now," she purred, cupping my balls.
I saw an opportunity and took advantage of her eagerness to please. "Baby--" I couldn't recall her name, "I need a favor."
"And what do I get in return?" She ran her tongue over her bright red lips.
I grinned, hoping that she didn't notice that my dick wasn't the least bit enthused by her administrations. "How about you come to my room later and I surprise you?" I squeezed her tit, which was almost naked in the bikini top she had on. Her eyes grew big. "I need some clothes." I gave her a lusty onceover. "About your size, jeans and a tee will do."
"For a woman?" Her brows drew together in a suspicious frown.
I could tell by the change in her tone that she didn't like the thought of that. I reached up and ran the back of my hand against her cheek. "Yeah. Someone I'm trying to get rid of."
Her eyes lit up at that. "I'll be right back."
I turned to re-enter the bathroom when Rocky, Wildman's Sgt. at Arms, stopped me.
"Hey, brother, you done with that little virgin cutie we brought in for you?" I stiffened, seeing the lust in his drug hazed eyes. He leaned in as if he were going to tell me a secret. "I want to get my hands on her pussy before prez does. Know what I mean?" he grinned.
Yeah, I knew exactly what he meant, and I wasn’t going to let that happen. I was going to have to sneak Ginger out of there later that night, because my gut was telling me that the men were growing impatient to try out new pussy.
Wildman could take her anytime he wanted.
"Yeah, brother, I know what you mean. Girl's got a sweet little snatch."
"You're one lucky fucker," Rocky went on to say. "The bitch I got stuck with was a fragile, ugly little virgin. Couldn't take it rough. Fuck," he began to laugh. "Wildman almost cut off my dick when it came time to give her up and she was fucking dead." He laughed some more, and I clenched my hands at my side so that he couldn't see my reaction to his confession.
"What the fuck did you do to her?" I'm sure he thought that my sneer was a grin.
He snorted, a stupid look on his face. "Fuck, it wasn't me. Little bitch locked herself in the bathroom and cut her wrist." He leaned in again. "At least I popped her cherry before she did it. Fucked her in the ass, too."
Jesus, I didn't want to imagine what the woman had experienced under his hands before she had taken her own life. Rocky was a sick, twisted fucker, and I’d seen him with some of the club whores. He'd taken a page right out of Wildman's book. He was more than just rough with them, he liked to leave a permanent mark on them.
"At least she went to her maker knowing how good my dick felt inside her."
It was all I could do not to slam my fist into his smug face. Men who preyed on the weak and bragged about it were on the top of my list of people who needed to meet their maker. He probably believed the shit he was spewing, too. I didn't say anything to him, afraid that I'd give my revulsion away.
"So, where's your little virgin?"
I released a deep breath. "Showering."
"Oh, I gotta see that!" Rocky said with enthusiasm. He reached for the doorknob, but I stopped him by covering it with my hand.
I knew he was an officer, that he could pull his SGT. at Arms card and force me to step back. But I also knew that Wildman had set the rules of this little game, and I doubted that Rocky would take a chance and piss off his president. Wildman was a wild card. You never knew where you stood with him. He could be your best friend one minute and your worst enemy the next. I'd seen it happen, and my gut told me that the man was psycho. That was why I needed to get Ginger out of there as soon as possible.
I kept my eyes narrowed on Rocky, realizing that I had to give him something or the situation could turn to shit. I grinned in the face of his growing anger. "Why don't you come back tonight and we'll double team her?" I'd seen him in a threesome before and I knew he liked that shit. It wasn't lost on me that I'd also invited the whore to come back to my room later. They were both in for a disappointment. "I'll even let you pick which hole to plug."
He seemed to consider it for a minute, and then his face broke into a leering grin. "I like that fucking idea, brother." He gave my shoulder a friendly pat. "I'll be back later." He walked away whistling.
I knocked on the bathroom door. "Open up, angel." I was surprised when Ginger opened the door almost immediately. She was hiding behind it, wrapped up tight in the sheet, and I took in the wet betrayal in her pretty blues. Fuck, she'd obviously overheard me talking to Rocky. As I stepped closer she flattened herself against the wall.
"I thought you were different," she started, huge, round tears finally spilling from her eyes. "But I heard you tell him that you would share me with him tonight." She bit down on her quivering bottom lip. "I'll kill myself before I let another man touch me."
Her passionate declaration scared the shit out of me, because I sensed that she meant what she said. She would try. I wanted to tell her that I was going to help her escape, but I couldn't jeopardize my position, so I let anger rule my response. "You think I'm going to be able to keep Wildman and his men from taking you?" I snapped, baring my teeth. I didn't want her to think that I was a good man, because I wasn't. I closed the distance between us, slamming my hands against the wall on either side of her head. "I'm one of his men, baby. I took your virginity. I'm no different from the rest of them." I slammed my mouth down on hers, taking her innocence all over again.
She fought me like a wildcat, yanking my hair in an attempt to pull me off of her. She shouldn’t have bit down on my lip, because the pain only turned me on. My dick stretched and hardened between us, and before long I was grinding it into her struggling body. Her whimpers echoed around us, sounding weak and pitiful against my groans. I caught both of her wrists and slammed her hands on the wall above her head. She bit my tongue, and I jerked back with a grunt.
"Don't make me hurt you," I snarled in a hard voice. I secured both wrists in one hand and reached for her sheet with the other. With one, violent tug she was naked. I had acted impulsively, I didn’t have a plan, but I was so fucking hard, and her fighting only increased my arousal. My blood was on fire for her, and I wanted to fucking own her.
I lowered my head and nipped, licked, and sucked at her swollen tits, stimulating her nipples into sweet, edible berries that tempted me to put my mouth on them. To savor them. As her body arched with eagerness, it was then that I realized that Ginger was no longer fighting me. I followed the enticing curves of her body down to her pussy and was just about to sink my fingers inside her wet heat when there was a knock at the door.
Fuck! I tensed and met the blue fire of arousal in Ginger's eyes. We were both breathing heavily, and I imagined that the stamp of hunger on her face was a reflection of what she was seeing on mine.
"Please don't share me," she pleaded.
"You in there, baby?"
Holding Ginger against the wall, I reached over and opened the door. The club whore came in, her gaze scanning the room until they stopped where Ginger and I were standing behind the door. Her expression turned bitchy.
"I thought you wanted to get rid of her," she sneered. She let her gaze drop to the outline of my hard dick. "Doesn't look that way to me."
I shrugged, giving her a grin. "What can I say, baby, I like pussy, and she's available. Doesn't mean I don't want yours later." That put the smile back on her face. She held out the clothes that were in her hands.
"I don't know why you want her to get dressed," the whore began, giving Ginger an unfriendly look. "I heard talk in the bar. The men are getting restless. Though I don't see why, she ain't nothing special."
"Thanks. I'll make it up to you."
She pressed her lips together and gave me an air kiss before she began to back out. "Oh, before I forget, Wildman's called church. He wants all his men present." She pulled the door closed behind her.
Fuck, this would be the first time I'd be attending one of his meetings. I'd spent six months picking up drunken comments and eavesdropping where I could. What amazed me was how much the whores knew, although anything serious seemed to be locked down tight. This could finally be my chance to give Stone something decent to work with.
I handed Ginger the clothes, a feeling of urgency coming over me. I needed to get out there fast. "Get dressed."
"Please don't let those other men touch me."
She was trembling badly, but in spite of that she managed to slip the tee over her head and pull on the jeans. I clenched my teeth, hating the frightened, vulnerable look in her pleading eyes. I wanted to alleviate her fears, fuck, I did, but there was a lot more at stake than her. I owed my loyalty to my club.
I ignored her comment, reached for her hand, and dragged her back to my room. Pausing by the door, I waited until she turned back to me. "Lock the door behind me and do not leave this room, you understand?"
She nodded, liquid glistening in her eyes. Fuck. Against my better judgment, I went to her. "I can't say any more right now, but I'm getting you out of here tonight." I regretted telling her the moment the words were out of my mouth, I should never have given her that much information, but I couldn't take it back now. I curled my hand around the back of her neck and pulled her in for a kiss. "Okay?"
"Thank you." Her bottom lip quivered.
It took real effort for me to pull away from her. Christ. She was a complication that I didn't need.