***Simi***

What an ass. Yes, those three words run through my mind as much as three other words; what the fuck. Because for real...I need those three words to keep sane when I’m around people. But the first three? Those are reserved for one person, and one person only. Sico. That self-absorbed, obnoxious, thickheaded piece of man meat. I can’t believe I ever saw something in him the first time he walked into the tattoo shop.  

The tattoo shop belongs to Brandlee, my brother, who co-owns it with Blue, Zack’s ol’lady. I work there and Sico made an appointment to get a tattoo by me. Okay, I admit it might have been the way his bulging muscles were straining underneath his shirt and the dirty talk that flowed from him while I was inking his skin.

Ugh. But right now? He is rubbing me the wrong way yet again by taking decisions out of my hands. It’s never been his reputation that bugs me though, I couldn’t care less about that. Even when it’s being rubbed right in my face like now.

I’m standing in the clubhouse waiting near the bar because Sico had to come back to the clubhouse to pick up a few things from his room. And it appears I’m not to be left alone until this threat with the Cape Town crew is handled. So here I am, watching three women hanging against the bar, ogle him openly. One finally has the guts to strut toward Sico. This’ll be fun.

“Where are you going, lover? We’ve all been missing you and that big pierced cock you know how to use so damn well...any chance you want to pound my pussy before you leave?” The bitch in heat rubs her hand between her legs as if to open up her cunt through the shortest jeans shorts she’s wearing.

“Please hold my puke,” I mutter and roll my eyes.

Instead of giving the woman a blip of his time, Sico’s eyes find mine instead. I can’t explain it but he’s changed somehow the last few days. He’s different. Still an ass, don’t get me wrong, but the look in his eyes has shifted. I can’t put my finger on it.

“I guess we’ll just make it to go, right, lover?” The ho who was stroking herself between the legs now drops to her knees in front of Sico and reaches for his zipper.

I don’t have time to blink before his fingers are wrapped in her hair as he throws her back on her ass. “Don’t ever touch me or come near me again, Lulu. That goes for every whore in here. Understood?”

The woman, who I now know is called Lulu, scrambles to her feet and throws me an evil glare. “That means you too, bitch.” The way those words come out, dripping with a sneer of hatefulness should hurt my feelings. If I had any to worry about that is.

But no. I don’t feel anything. But when my gaze hits Sico’s I recognize a flash of hurt and regret before it flips to anger, making me doubt if it was even actually there in the first place. See? That’s what I was talking about, the slight change. The Sico from a few days ago wouldn’t even look at me before giving anyone hell or care what others said about or to me.

“No worries there, girlfriend. He’s not my ol’man by choice, so I have no problem ignoring his ass, or his cock for that matter,” I tell her on a wink.

I’m totally indifferent about all of this and for real, she’s a person first and foremost. One who clearly likes to expand her sexuality and gets it when and where she can. Who am I to judge?

“You’re such a condescending cunt. I don’t know why he picked you, out of all the whores in here.” She starts to sneer. Okay, she might be a person...but she’s a person who just jumped high up my shit list.

“She’s not a fucking whore. Don’t ever talk about her like that again or I will slice your fucking throat with a blunt knife,” Sico bellows into Lulu’s face. It looks like he’s not done yet but his mouth snaps shut. Spinning around, he grabs his bag and stalks toward me. He takes me by the elbow and guides me out of the clubhouse.

When I look at him I can tell anger is flowing off him in waves and I don’t freaking get it. “What’s your problem?” I question before I add, “It’s not like I don’t know you like to screw everything that has a warm hole to offer. Hell, you know I like to use my bun for any hotdog that fits the bill.”

My back hits the stone wall of the clubhouse and my breath leaves my body in a rush due to the impact. His fingers are wrapped around my throat. “Is that so, Simi? How many hotdogs have you had in that bun of yours, huh? Want to make it a contest? Tough fucking luck because I lost count a decade ago, but you, Simi,” His fingers leave my throat but turn into a fist that hits the wall behind me. “Fuck,” he bellows while dread fills my veins.

His actions...his words...does he know? How does he know I’m lying about how many men I’ve had? That can’t be...

Sico shakes his hand, grabs the bag he must have thrown to the ground and tells me, “Hurry the fuck up, I ain’t got all day for this cunt vs cock shit. I need to be at your brother’s place later tonight and we still need to shop.”

Thank fuck, the not caring, asshole Sico is back right, on cue. I’m imagining things. He doesn’t know anything about me. The discussion with the whore earlier just got to him, he’s riled up, that’s all it is. I plaster a smile in place. “You’re the one who’s stalling, don’t be blaming that shit on me.”

He just turns and throws the bag in my car. Yes, I made us take my car because I refuse to sit on the back of his bike. For these guys that means something special. I won’t ever plant my ass on the back of a bike again now that he’s labeled me his ol’lady.

And you might think I have something to say about all of this but in reality...not so much. The friendships I’ve built here are all connected with this MC, meaning I have nowhere else to go. Also, I don’t want to because everybody accepts me for who I want to be so why throw it all away over this guy? A guy I get to annoy just as much as he does me.

At first, he cock-blocked himself when he claimed me as his ol’lady. But seeing that only made the two of us horny, we settled on a compromise where we would both get our rocks off. Meaning no intimacy at all. Sico didn’t do that before so that was a given, but a quick, rough, anger fuck is really, really, really nice.

Add that to the fact that I don’t want to sell my house and move yet again to another state, because I like the house I designed myself. I feel safe there, it’s designed to withstand an apocalypse...that safe. It’s not even completely ready yet. I have to finish the basement that I’m planning to turn into a game room. I even took a few weeks off to arrange it all, and now this shit with the Cape Town crew messing it all up.

The silence in the car is comfortable. Seeing neither of us have anything to say to one another and clearly don’t care if we make the other one uncomfortable with being silent, it works well for the both of us. Just like the ol’lady thing. First, I was furious, then the thought hit me that this cleared a lot of issues for me.

Meaning I didn’t have to work for my slutty reputation. My fake reputation I based on one incident with people around to see to get the ball rolling. But Sico ended that by claiming me as his ol’lady after I had sex with him. Still...hence the clearing of issues for me. Now the only thing I have to deal with is this annoying, grumpy, asshole biker.

Who’s insanely good with his cock. Sex with that guy is nothing like I’ve ever experienced. That right there was frustrating because I hated him for claiming me. He did it in front of everyone because I turned him down. He didn’t want me to have sex with anyone else...well, not that I wanted to, I needed to keep my fake appearance high, but I also have to admit that it was funny flirting in front of him with others to set him off. 

When he claimed me on the spot that meant neither of us had sex. Not with each other, and clearly not with others since for the biker world we were a couple. Now that...was frustrating to say the least, since he invoked a craving inside me. A need to have sex and for me that was new. But it had to be with him because the other experiences I had with sex were horrible. More reason I agreed with the fuck rule we set in place to deal with the both of us being horny; the come and be done fucking. But dammit, it’s been awhile.  

I glance to my left. His fingers are wrapped around the steering wheel. Muscled forearms, massive biceps and those shoulders...I’ve held on to those a time or two while his powerful body was dominating mine. The side of his head is shaved bald, the hair on the top of his head would fall to his shoulders if he didn’t have it tied up. So damn sexy and I love tugging it. Hence the reason my fingers snap that hair tie right off when he’s pounding inside me.

I can’t help it. Those delicious grunts that leave his body, the wild hair I can let my fingers dig into. Then there’s this piercing...and I’m not talking about the septum piercing, nope...the one in his nose is nothing compared to the one he’s got in his cock. A thick ring that goes in under the tip and straight through his...

“I don’t have time to fuck right now, Everleigh.” Sico’s rumble of laughter flows through the car. “Get your eyes off my cock, it’s burning a hole in my fucking jeans. Why don’t you slide your fingers inside your pants and rub that clit all on your own, take the edge off so you’re all warmed up for me later on when I do have time. I don’t want to put in the effort to make you wet.”

And that right there brings up yet again why I’d rather pass. “No thanks. I wasn’t thinking about a quick fuck. I was still thinking about the ‘don’t make it a contest’ statement you threw out. But I was calculating how many times I got an orgasm compared to you...since...you know...I can get off so many times in a row while you...you always need to take a while to fire that ol’ cock of yours back up.”

His upper lip twitches in a look of disdain, fingers tightening again around the steering wheel. Good. Asshole. I hope his cock splits in half and shrivels up so that piercing will fall off. Being great with that part of his anatomy might bring euphoria, but when it comes with an attitude like that I’d rather starve myself from sex then put up with this guy right here.

The rest of our little trip to the store went by without a single word thrown back and forth. The only sound out of his mouth was when he tried to pay for the groceries. I elbowed him in his gut and ordered him to pack up, making the girl behind the counter laugh. Seems that only fueled his anger. Good. Because I was fuming on the inside too. This whole thing was a clusterfuck but then again...wasn’t everything in my life?

“Don’t fucking touch it, just go inside and let me get those bags,” Sico growls when I grab one of the bags out of the back of the car.

“I’m pretty sure this body can do more than just be a warm hole to fuck, so do yourself a favor and don’t start to act like a gentleman, it doesn’t suit you.” I sneer and grab another bag before I stalk toward the house.

Balancing one bag, I open the door but when I step inside, a body hits me from behind pushing me against the wall. Groceries crash down the same time as the front door slams shut.

“I specifically said to leave the bags and let me get them. What the fuck is up with the degrading shit?” Sico’s voice is filled with fury and yet his body feels so damn good.

Shifting my ass against his pelvis I can feel he’s getting hard between us. I have no shame because this right here? Turns me on. Yes, I’m a slut because I’ve got so much anger coursing through my veins and yet I’m horny as hell and it’s all because of the man who’s caging me in.

His nose slides over the skin of my neck, his tongue trailing a path behind it. “Fuck. I love how your pulse picks up.” His hand glides over my breast, kneading it and with that creating more heat inside my body.

I need him inside me so damn bad that I’m practically shaking with need. Except, I won’t ask. I never ask or beg for that matter. Because I hate him. But I need him. And that’s just it, we’re the same. We don’t care, except when we’re in the moment, like now. Cold air hits the skin of my ass for one breath before I’m stretched to the max when he buries himself deep inside me with one stroke.

“Yessssssssss,” I wheeze while pushing my hips back in an attempt to get him to move.

It’s fucked up. When our bodies are connected, we have no problem with communicating normal. Civil. Neutral grounds surround us while we’re building a sweat at the sound of our bodies slapping.

“Fuck, you feel good. We’re not waiting so long next time, beautiful. I can barely hold myself back. The way you’re hugging my cock...you want to come, don’t you, beautiful? Ask me. Ask me, dammit. And I’ll give it, make it so damn good.” Sico’s rapid breath of words comes out as a growl but it only heats my skin that’s too tight already.

“I need to...so close...please...will you...can you...make me come, stud.” I moan loud when his fingers slide over my clit as he keeps pounding inside me. “I know you’re good for it. Rotate...yes. Oh, fuck...yes, that...right there, again.”

“That’s the spot, huh, beautiful?” Grunts. Delicious grunts in my neck. One of his hands is digging into my hip where he keeps me pinned as the other is working magic on my clit.

With his piercing hitting the right spot inside me over and over again I’m brought to an intense orgasm that tears its way through my body. I scream his name while he keeps surging in and out of me before he buries himself deep, biting my shoulder where I hear a muted version of my name.

Shit. Hot pulses inside me. Cum. Cum means pregnancy. Even if I’m on the pill. I can’t. It’s...disgusting. Dirty. Vile. It can happen. Again. I can’t breathe.

“Get the fuck off me,” I growl and push back. “You did it again even though I told you to never forget, dammit. Learn to fucking wrap it up,” I seethe and move away from Sico and bend down to pick up my clothes.

“There wasn’t any fucking time and besides, you’re on the damn pill and we’re both clean. Fuck, Simi. Why the hell do you always freak out on me? It’s happened twice before, and again...you’re on the fucking pill, woman,” Sico throws back while he’s tucking himself back into his pants.

“It’s not one hundred percent safe, shit for brains. And even more, I don’t want your cum leaking out,” I growl.

“Why not?” Sico snickers. “That’s just a personal reminder that you’re mine, Simi. And here’s another reminder...you’re the only one that has had the honor of having my cum leaking out. Now...doesn’t that make you special that you’re the only woman I’ve only fucked bare? Because it fucking should,” the massive, disgusting asshole says with a proud grin on his face like he just pointed out I won some sort of grand finale.

“There’s nothing special about me, or you for that matter. But you know what? Thanks for the reminder...next time I’m horny I’ll use my fingers or my vibrator to save me from the chatty aftermath.” I turn on my heel and head for the shower.