RAFE
The look Beth gave me after my words registered in that pretty head of hers told me everything I needed to know. Her deep green eyes widened and her plush, pink lips parted. An objection started to form, but her pupils dilated right before my eyes. It was magnificent watching a woman get aroused. Her nipples hardened beneath that cheap shirt she wore, making me want to touch them, pinch them, but I would wait. When she begged for my touch, then I’d pinch them until she moaned, tease them until she begged, and then I’d sink my cock so hard into her pussy she’d scream out with her orgasm.
“You don’t believe me.” I laughed.
“What woman would let you do that?” she shot at me. Her shoulders pulled back and her chin raised up, just enough to show some defiance but not enough to make me believe her panties weren’t soaked at the idea of being turned over my knee.
A lone strand of her chestnut hair caught on the moisture of her lip. I removed it with my fingertip, almost daring her to move as I tucked it behind her ear. I wasn’t surprised when she didn’t pull away; the woman wanted me, even if she wouldn’t admit it yet. And damn if I didn’t want her, too.
I’d seen her as soon as I walked into the dive bar, sitting with her friends, peeling off the label of her beer. She was laughing at something one of those twins said, and it was that laugh, that smile, that caught my attention. When she stood up from the booth, I got a good look at that round ass of hers, and those tits pushing against the fabric of her shirt. That was when I decided I’d be taking her home.
I felt the slight shiver run through her when my fingers trailed back down her jaw, outlining her lower lip. “I think you would, or maybe you wouldn’t, but it would still happen.” I straightened up, taking my hand away from her skin. “If you were my woman. “
“But I’m not.” She sounded disappointed about that fact, even if her eyes had hardened again.
“No, but that doesn’t change the fact that I want you in my bed tonight, and you want to be there, too.”
Before she could deny herself or me, I wrapped my hand around her neck and dragged her body against mine, taking her mouth in another possessive kiss. Fuck, she tasted like honey, and smelled like lilies. The purity of her made my cock even harder than I thought possible. I growled when I released her, grabbing her hand before she completely came out of her haze. “Come with me.” I yanked her and headed toward the back of the bar.
As I opened the door to Jonny’s office I gave him a quick look, he saw us, but didn’t make a move to stop me. Fuck, I was the VP of the Anarchy’s Reign, he would have been a fucking idiot to try and stop me. I noticed the concern in his eyes when he looked at Beth, and it pissed me off. She had nothing to fear from me.
Kicking the door shut, I threw the lock in place and turned back to her. She’d moved across the room, her ass pressed against the metal desk sitting in the middle of the room.
“Take off your shirt.” I leaned against the door, crossing my arms over my chest. I didn’t mind a little fear running through my women, but fuck if I wanted them terrified. She didn’t look either, though. Her eyes settled on me as though she were considering her options. I wouldn’t fucking rape her, but damned if I was going to give up without a fight. Other than jumping out the window, she really had no escape.
“What’s your name?” she asked with narrowed eyes.
I laughed. “My name? Rafe. You heard Jonny say it. You’re stalling. Shirt, now.”
“I’ve never seen you before, did you go to Musky High?”
High school? I never made it past sophomore year. Mom could barely pay rent and feed me and Danny, my younger brother, even with the two jobs she held down. I ducked out of school and got a job, taking care of my family. “I doubt you were there during my time. You look too young.” I didn’t know why I didn’t tell the full truth. What the fuck did I care if she knew I never finished high school?
She only nodded and put her fingers on the hem of her shirt. Playing with the material as thought she was trying to convince herself to go through with it, or not to. Without looking at me, she pulled up the material and tossed it on the desk behind her. Goddamn. I knew her tits would be beautiful, but I didn’t think they’d be all hers. No fucking padding on that bra. The material of the light blue bra looked stretched over the generous tits.
It took three long strides to get to her, and when I reached her, she held her arms up as though to welcome me. Her breath came in heavy bursts as my hands cupped her breasts. “Fuck, baby,” I reached around her and unhooked the garment while nibbling on the side of her neck. God, she tasted good.
I dragged the thin straps down her arms, freeing her tits. “Oh.” She jumped when my fingers wrapped around her nipples and put pressure on them. She wiggled a little, but when I kissed her neck again she calmed down.
“Shh, it’s okay, baby.” I kissed beneath her ear. “Unbutton those jeans for me.” I lessened the pressure of my fingers, but rolled her nipples between my fingers, grinning at the moans she probably didn’t even know she was letting out. “Such a good girl,” I whispered against her lips, taking them beneath mine again after she’d unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans.
“I don’t think we should do this,” she mumbled as I trailed my lips down her neck, going lower and kissing the valley between her breasts. Once I was on my knees in front of her, with her open jeans showing me those light blue panties, I looked up at her.
“Oh, we definitely should.” I grinned up at her. Peeling her jeans down exposed the little damp spot on her panties. I pressed my face into it as I dragged her jeans to her ankles and flicked off her sandals. Her hands dove into my hair when I pulled the little patch of fabric to the side to get to that delicious smelling pussy. Shaved. Completely shaved, I thought my dick would burst at the sight before me.
“Rafe.” Her legs spread apart enough for me to get my tongue on her. I groaned into her as my tongue swiped her folds, licking up the juices that were practically dripping from her. Using two fingers, I pulled apart her lips, exposing her swollen clit.
“Fuck, you’re so wet, baby.” One flick of my tongue across her clit and her knees buckled. Her fingers tightened in my hair, and she cursed under her breath. Grinning into her little pussy, I thrust two fingers into her wet passage. Her body clamped down on my fingers; damn she was tight. She slid her legs open more before I even had to tell her as I began to pump my fingers into her.
“Oh god! Oh god!” she chanted. Her belly caved in with her intake of air, and her thighs began to tremble while I continued to flick her clit. “Rafe…oh, fuck…oh fuck.” The woman had lost her ability to finish a thought.
I looked up at her then. Her head was thrown back, her eyes at the ceiling. That wouldn’t fucking do. “Look at me,” I growled, thrusting harder into her pussy. She tilted her head down, and our eyes locked. “You watch when I have my face buried in your pussy, got me?”
“Yeah…sure…fuck.” She nodded.
“Do you think that’s how you answer me?” I took her clit between my teeth and bit down. And damn if that woman didn’t nearly come right then.
“Yes, Rafe. I got you. Please…so…close.” She kept her eyes on me, didn’t try pressing me back toward her, but kept her hands in my hair.
“There you are, good girl. Now come for me, come hard.” I went back to licking her clit and finger fucking her. Her thighs trembled harder and her body tightened. Close as hell.
Sucking her clit into my mouth had been the last straw. Her thighs clamped around me and she let out a howl as her cunt gripped my fingers with the force of her orgasm. I lapped up the juices as fast as they came. I could feel every wave of her pussy on my fingers while I stroked her slower, bringing her back down from her orgasm.
Her fingers softened in my hair, and her body relaxed against the desk. Wiping my mouth off on her thigh, I stood up to my full height. Her chest heaved with her breath, her lips were slightly swollen from my previous kiss, but it was her eyes that drew me in. The large deep green eyes watching me as I unbuckled my belt. “You didn’t think I was done with you, did you?” I grinned.
Her bottom lip sucked into her mouth. I leaned over her, kissing her, and pulled that lip back out with my teeth. She winced at my teeth biting down, but her pelvis reaching out toward me told me she didn’t mind all that much.
“Turn around, baby.” I spun her around to face the wall, and pressed my hand to her upper back, shoving her chest down to the desk. Fuck, her ass was sweet! I wouldn’t deny myself. I let my hands roam over the round globs, the milky white skin beneath my hands made me want to slap it, bring some color to the surface. But she wasn’t ready for that, not yet, not this time.
I pulled out a rubber from my wallet and rolled it over my cock, stroking it a few times to take some of the edge off. Having wanted to stick myself into her for the past hour had me ready to go. Using my thumbs, I pulled her ass cheeks apart and took a look at the beauty before me. Her pussy glistened with her arousal, and her tight asshole puckered just above.
She looked at me over her shoulder with curiosity. “Are you going to fuck me, or not?” she asked.
“You come once, and you get mouthy?” I pulled my hand back and delivered a harsh slap to her right cheek. The red imprint of my hand was immediate as was the harsh air she sucked in. So much for waiting on that. “I’ll fuck you when I’m good and ready.” I tapped her puckered asshole. “You ever been fucked here before, Beth?”
“No.” She shook her head and clenched tight.
I laughed. “Don’t worry, not this time.” That was the second time I’d had that thought. Like there would be a second time? Not for me, never. One night, one fuck, that was it. Positioning my dick at her entrance, I let go of her cheeks and gripped her waist.
With one quick thrust I pushed into her, stilling myself once I was in up to my balls. “Fuck. You’re so tight. How can you be so tight?” I pulled out and slammed back into her, hearing her grunt and wanting to hear it again. Over and over I thrust into her, with her matching each of my movements. The woman seemed to be hungrier than me, the way she bounced back at me, searching out my cock.
“Oh, fuck, fuck…” She started her chanting again. Her ass slapped against my thighs as we continued to fuck hard and fast. My cock wanted to explode, and wouldn’t be waylaid much longer. Her pussy was so hot, so fucking wet, and clamped around my dick.
“Come for me again.” I reached over and grabbed a fist full of her hair, pulling her chin up until she was looking upward. Her back arched, sticking her ass out more for me as I plunged into her deep. “Fuck. Beth. Come now!” I slapped her ass again and before the blood even rose to the surface she was screaming out into the room with another orgasm.
This time my cock felt each wave, and it dragged me right into the sea of orgasmic bliss with her. I was sure anyone standing anywhere near the door of Jonny’s office heard me growl as I thrust into her once more, letting my orgasm take me.
For several long moments, we stayed it hat position. I rested my head on her back, sucking in air like I had just run around the block too many times. A thin layer of moisture covered her smooth skin and l trailed my finger down her spine when I finally stood back up, pulling out of her pussy and feeling the need to get back inside of her boil beneath my skin already. “Stay there, don’t move,” I ordered with a pinch to her hip.
I took care of the rubber and zipped myself back up before I found a clean rag in one of Jonny’s cabinets to help clean her up. She hadn’t stood up, but watched me from where she laid with her face pressed against the desk. I figured it was more from wanting to be somewhat modest than from being obedient. She didn’t seem to have much obedience in her, but I would find it and drag it out of her. I always did.
“Don’t move.” I gave her light tap to her ass when she tried to take the rag from my hands. She let out a heavy sigh and rolled her eyes but didn’t say anything. I wiped her clean, and tossed the rag in the garbage can. Picking up her clothes I held them out to her. “Okay, turn around.”
She stood up, and turned. Her eyes soft and her hair mussed from the sound fucking she just took. To say I was pleased would sound cocky, but fuck, she looked like she’d just had the time of her life.
My intention was to hand her clothes back one piece at a time. I wanted to soak in her body as she covered it back up, but the loud banging on the door prevented that from happening. “Beth! Are you in there? Beth!” The banging got louder.
“My friends.” She held the bundle of clothes in front of her, hiding the treasure of her body.
“Get dressed, I’ll take care of them.” I gave her a wink and headed to the door where the banging continued as well as the yelling for her. “Oh, for shit’s sake,” I grumbled. the last thing I wanted to do deal with was her overreacting friends.
“Rafe.” Her little voice stilled me. “Uh, thanks, I guess.”
“Oh, we aren’t done, baby. That was just round one.” I winked.
“I have to go home. I have…well, I need to get home.”
I wanted to press her, to find out what was so important that she needed to abandon me so early in the night, but the girls on the other side of the door began to kick it. I knew it was feet hitting the door because I also heard Jonny yell at them to stop kicking his fucking door.
“One sec, babe.” I opened the door just enough to squeeze outside without revealing her glorious nakedness to the entire bar.
“Hey!” The blonde wearing too much make-up tried to move around me to get to the door, but one glare from me and she stiffened. “Where’s Beth?” she asked in a much quieter tone.
“She’ll be out when she’s ready.” I crossed my arms over my chest and got comfortable. She didn’t need her friends barging in while she finished getting dressed, and I wasn’t about to let them start harassing her.
A loud whistle caught my attention and I scanned the crowd. Jason, our club president finally showed up. He made his way through the men and took a seat at the bar. I needed to talk with him, but I didn’t want to leave Beth to these girls either.
The problem solved itself as the door slowly opened behind me. A small hand tapped my back. “Rafe, it’s just me,” she said. I twisted around to look at her. All put back together, and looking even more fuckable than before.
“Hey. I have to talk with someone real quick. Stick around, and I’ll take you home.”
“We’ll get her home.” One of the twins poked my back. I decided to ignore it.
“Just sit at the bar and have a drink.”
“I came with them; they’ll get me home. Besides, it’s late. I have to get going. Long shift tomorrow.” She looked at her wrist where a wide leather banded watch clung to her arm. I hadn’t seen a woman wear a watch, much less such a practical-looking one, in almost a lifetime.
“Rafe! Get your ass over here!” Jason’s bark could be heard easily over all the clanging and laughing of the bar. I held up my hand to let him know I heard him, and I’d be there in a minute.
“Fine. Give me your phone.” I held out my hand. I had seen it in her back pocket but didn’t grab for it. With her friends playing mother hen and Jason waiting on me, her cooperation would make things easier.
“What for?” She tilted her head. Her green eyes stared up at me, and I wanted to take her back into the office for another round of fucking, and teaching her not to question me. I hated explaining shit. The guys on our crew knew if I said to do something to just fucking do it. Don’t make me explain. But she didn’t know that about me yet.
“I’m gonna put my number in it.” I shook my hand, indicting for her to hurry the fuck up and listen.
She shook her head. I wouldn’t lie and say it pissed me off. The little rebellious streak of hers actually made her even more fuckable. A conquest.
“Just write it down for me.”
I leaned lower, so her friends wouldn’t hear what I was telling her. She could repeat it to them if she wanted to, but my words were for her ears only. “Give me your phone, or do we need to go back inside and talk about that mouth of yours again. Maybe this time, instead of one slap to your ass, I’ll give you a dozen. Or better yet, we could put that gorgeous mouth to better use.” I used the tip of my middle finger to pull her lower lip from where she bit down on it. “What’s it gonna be, Beth?”
Damn if her pupils didn’t dilate right there on the spot. The soft pink tint to her cheeks when she looked past me over to her friends didn’t escape me either. “Fine,” she mumbled, and handed me her phone.
After I tapped my info into the phone, I grabbed her arm and spun her to the side, sliding the phone back into her pocket. She shot me a disgruntled look once I let her go, but I just grinned and kissed her cheek. “Text me when you get home.”
“And if I don’t?” Raised chin, narrowed eyes, arms crossed over her chest…woman liked to push boundaries. That was okay, I loved pushing back.
“I’ll have to find you to be sure you’re safe and sound. Then I’ll make good on that promise to spank your naughty ass.” Teasing her was quickly becoming my favorite thing to do.
Her eyes widened just a hair. Enough that I noticed because I was studying her reaction, but not enough anyone else would see. “Fine. Whatever.” I let her push past me and join her friends. She could pretend the last half hour in the office hadn’t happened, that she wasn’t putty in my hands, but that show was for everyone else. By the way she looked over her shoulder at me one last time before she disappeared into the crowd told me she knew damn well who owned that hot little body of hers.
***
Jason shoved JC off his stool. “Beat it. I need to talk with our VP.” JC nodded toward me and took his beer elsewhere. I motioned for Jonny to bring me a drink then turned to my president.
“What’s up? Why the long face?” Jason and I had been friends since middle school. His mom worked with mine at the diner where she waited tables while we were in school. Most of our time growing up had been spent goofing off and taking care of my younger brother and his little sister while our mom’s worked themselves to the bone.
He looked around the motioned for me to follow him. I grabbed my drink from Jonny and for the second time that night found myself headed for Jonny’s office. “Holy fuck, it smells like pussy and sex in here.” He laughed after he shut the door behind me.
“We could open a window,” I suggested with a wide grin.
He laughed. “And not let you get a whiff of your conquest? Nah, forget it.” Jason walked his straggly figure around the desk and plopped down in Jonny’s chair. A knife fight a few years back left Jason with a slight limp and chronic pain in his back. The man used to be able to bench his weight plus a club whore or two, but since the fight he couldn’t do more than lift the weight bar before needing to take a break.
“What is it?” I leaned forward in my chair.
“I’m stepping down as president,” he announced. “This fucking back and knee make me useless in a fight and the club needs a leader who can offer both smarts and muscle. That ain’t me no more.”
“Stephanie putting you up to this?” I asked with a hard tone. His wife blamed the club for his injuries. I wouldn’t say she wasn’t totally wrong—it had been a club fight that got him hurt. But that was the life. People got hurt, some got killed, but the risks were outweighed by the benefits. The club provided us plenty of money, more than we’d make waiting tables or hauling lumber over at the yard like most of the schmucks in town. When the money didn’t keep us warm, the abundance of women jumping on us took care of that just fine.
“Nah, don’t go blaming her.” He shook his head, running his hand through his already messed up hair. He must have been thinking about it all day. “This shit with Hell’s Spawn is starting to get heavy. The more they push into our territory the more blood gets shed, and I can’t get out there with the guys no more. If I can’t lead my men into the thick of it, I can’t lead them.” His shoulders dropped, but the fierceness never left his eyes. He’d always told me leaders led by example, and he lived by his word if nothing else.
“We can take them out, you don’t have to go charging into every fucking fight,” I pointed out. Hell, most of the run-ins came during our runs out of town; Jason didn’t need to be on those anymore anyway.
He only shook his head at me. “I made my decision.” Leaning forward, resting his forearms on the desk, he pointed a single finger at me with narrowed eyes. “The members are going to vote for my replacement Monday night.”
“Already?” I cursed under my breath. “Why the fuck are you just telling me this shit now?” I knew why. Jason and I grew up practically brothers, but his getting married and settling down had put distance between us. It wasn’t that I didn’t like Stephanie. Hell, when she hung around the club I’d wanted to get her legs wrapped around me a few times. If Jason hadn’t already sunk his dick in her, I would have, but as it went, territory had been marked. No, it wasn’t Stephanie. Jason’s priorities changed. He loved the club, that didn’t change, but he’d give it up for his wife—and that was what drove the wedge between us. The club was my family, second to no one. “You have to name your backing.” I sat back in my chair.
The queasy feeling in my stomach told me he wasn’t telling me all of this at the last minute because he was going to be throwing my name on the table. A long minute passed between us before he finally let out a long breath. “I don’t know who I’m backing. You’re the fucking VP so logical choice, but Gray has as much hunger for the club as you.”
“Gray?” I kept myself from launching out of my chair, but fuck if my heart wasn’t starting to pound in my chest and my blood was getting a little too hot to handle. Gray Anderson didn’t give two shits about the club. He wanted power. All of it. When I beat him out for the VP slot, he crashed up half his fucking room. He’d never done a damn thing for the club unless he reaped some benefit for it. With him as President the whole club would be at his fucking disposal. Even as VP I wouldn’t be able to stop his crazy shit. “You have to be out of your mind.” I pointed at Jason. “You know as well as I do what a fucking leach that asshole is. He’ll suck the club dry for his own gain. We’ll be at war with not only Hell’s Spawn but any other club he decides he wants to take over their territory.”
Jason put up two hands to ward off my argument. “I know the fucker’s selfish as they come and power hungry as I’d ever seen, but some of the guys like the hunger he has. He’s got a few ideas for the club to make even more money—and not running more guns.” Every time I mentioned getting us out of the gun running shit, I had been shot down. Easy money everyone always claimed.
“Like what?”
“Strip club.” Jason’s lips pulled up in a tight smile.
“Strip club? Fuck you, Jason. You told me no to that shit years ago when I brought it up.”
He laughed. “You were fucking drunk at the time and was only saying that because you were fucking teasing me about my sister. Look, I agree he’s an ass, but the guys are warm to him.”
“That doesn’t mean you have to fucking back him,” I pointed out, and heaved myself out of my chair. The scent of the room changed. Gone was the sexy aroma of Beth’s pussy, and in its place a foul, bitter air settled between us.
“I’m not saying I’m going to back him!” He slammed his hand on the desk. “I’m saying I don’t fucking know!”
“Same shit!” I nearly yelled back at him. Having known him since we were kids it was easy for me to get swept up and forget he was my president.
“Look, I know you fucking love this club. I’m just saying that some of the guys want a second option. They know how far back we go, and me just choosing you right off the bat makes it look like it’s just a friend doing a friend a favor. In the end, the members choose the president. Not me.” He watched me with stern eyes.
“You know, you do whatever you need to do,” I growled at him. “Gray will tear this club to shreds with his fucked up greed and ego. If that’s what you want to watch happen, then you fucking back him.”
“Rafe!” His fist landed on the desk, making the contents rattle. “You and Gray will be up for the presidency. I’ll announce my backing right before we start the meeting. I want you beside me when I do it.”
“So you can fucking announce his fucking name?” I closed in on him, placing my hands on the desk and leaning over toward him. Facing off with Jason never frightened me, he might kick my ass, but he posed no real threat to me.
“So I can announce my fucking decision,” he growled real low, keeping his calm. Between the two of us, I would be considered the hothead. My fists talked better than my mouth, but that wouldn’t work with Jason.
“I can’t believe you’re going to fucking back him.” I pulled away, dropping my hands to my sides.
“I said I’m considering it. Just like I considered kicking your ass for kissing my little sister when we were in high school.”
The memory of that afternoon made me grin. I’d only done it because he told me I couldn’t. He put Cassandra off limits to me, knowing full well that would only make me want her more. “You did try to kick my ass for that,” I reminded him. Cassandra had stepped in, saving my ass from the pummeling I could now admit I deserved.
“But I didn’t,” he pointed out with raised eyebrows. “The guys need to know I’m considering you both. That I’m giving Gray his fair share of consideration.”
I shook my head. “Fine. Do your thing.” I needed to get the fuck out of there. Just hearing him say he was giving Gray a moment of thought for the chair pissed me off. In the end, I didn’t doubt he’d back me, Gray was too much of an asshole, but Jason had surprised me before. Hell, I never thought he’d get married. Have an old lady? Sure. But marry her? Never. Yet, there I stood not four years before next to him as he exchanged vows with his woman. Yeah, he’s surprised me before.
The bar had only gotten more crowded while we had been in the office talking. I pushed my way through, needing to get outside and some fresh air. Gray shoved into me as I moved past him but I ignored him. That was easy. Not throwing my fist into his face when he said, “Prez tell you the good news? Looks like you and me on the auction block.” Had been painful. His disgusting grin showed off how many teeth he’d lost over the years, and the ones that were left had a yellow tint to them.
“Yeah. Looks like.” I motioned for the door and headed out of the bar.
Once outside, I took a deep breath of the clean air. Looking up at the sky, I found the big dipper. Since I was a kid, every night I stared up at the sky and found the big dipper. No matter where I was, I searched for it, knowing that if it was still there, it hadn’t moved, then I was right where I needed to be at that moment.
My thoughts drifted over to Beth. She hadn’t text me yet, and it had been almost an hour. I checked my phone and smiled when I saw nothing waiting for me. That little woman just loved to push the boundaries.