I sweat as I carry out another case of beers to the cooler out back. The Death Dealers have been having a barbecue since noon, and now it's nearly eleven, and it seems like they have no intention of wrapping things up. The other new sweet butts and I have been tasked with the most menial tasks, since we're at the very bottom of the totem pole. Some of the more senior sweet butts seem to relish ordering us around.
I hang out around the brothers for a little, hoping to hear something interesting, but they're always careful not to discuss club business in front of us. I head back to the kitchen and grab a glass from the cabinet. Stacy, Candice, and Heather, another one of the newbies, stare out at the brothers on the back lawn as I fill up with water from the tap.
"Buzz," Candice says.
"No way," Heather replies. "I'm talking objectively. You just have a crush on Buzz."
"Objectively, Ford," Candice replies with a smile.
"Ford," Stacy agrees with a nod.
"Definitely Ford," Heather chimes in. I perk up. I haven't even seen him once in the two weeks since I've been a sweet butt, but I guess everyone else has.
"What about Ford?" I ask.
"He's the hottest," Heather explains. "Don't you think?"
"Mm," I murmur noncommittally.
"So, who's tried you out so far?" Heather asks. She's the one who was a little standoffish on the first day, and now she's quickly established herself as our leader.
"What do you mean?" I ask, taking a sip of water.
"You know, who have you fucked?"
"Heather!" Candice chides her.
"Well, that's what we're talking about, isn't it?" Heather says with a shrug.
"Um, no one," I tell her honestly.
"What, seriously?" Candice asks. "I thought you were just being private."
"No…" I glance around at them. "Wait, have you guys all slept with some of the brothers?" They all nod.
"You turned them down?" Heather asks. "I'm surprised you're still here."
"No…I mean, no one's asked me," I admit, feeling embarrassed even though I've been so relieved not to have had it be an issue.
"Oh. Well, I'm sure it's fine. I mean, you're gorgeous, Beth," Candice assures me. "Maybe they're just, I don't know, biding their time."
"So you've all slept with Ford, then?" I ask.
"I wish," Heather says. Candice and Stacy shake their heads no. "But I hear he's the best."
"Okay, you're done for the night," Liz tells us, appearing in the doorway. "You can hang out and have a drink if you want," she adds.
As the other girls hurry out to party, I beg off. There are people hanging out around the office, so I'm not going to be able to do anything that's actually useful. And to be honest, I don't know how Candice and the others are keeping up this schedule. Between my shifts at the bar and my work as a sweet butt, I'm exhausted.
I head out to the front of the compound and, feeling someone watching me, glance quickly toward the back and see Taz staring at me. I quickly get into my car. He hasn't tried anything, but he still gives me the creeps.
Driving home, I think over what the girls told me. I guess Taz hasn't tried to fuck me because Ford warned him off, but what about everyone else? Drew made it seem like an inevitability that I'd have to sleep with some of the brothers, but so far, none of them have even flirted with me.
Well, other than Ford, that is. I kept thinking he'd call, but I'm starting to wonder if he's been avoiding me. How is it possible that all the other sweet butts have seen him around but me? Was our hookup at the party that bad for him? I haven't been able to stop thinking about it.
I pull into the parking lot outside Candice's apartment building with a yawn, despite all my concerns. I park in an empty space and shut off my headlights, then fumble around for my purse on the passenger side. The damn streetlight must be out, because I can't see a thing. I finally snag a handle, and wearily get out of my car.
As I lock it, I freeze. Something's tickling the back of my neck. It's the feeling I always get when I'm in danger. Taz. He must have followed me back. I tuck my keys between my fingers so I can use them as a weapon.
I begin to turn around, but I'm slammed against the car. The wind is knocked out of me, but I'm not done fighting. I throw my head back, trying to make contact with my Taz's face, but he's taller than I remembered. I hit his chest. He has his hands around my wrists now. Fuck, he's strong. I can smell something: chloroform.
I let out a high-pitched scream and try to pull one of his legs out from under him with my foot, but he's got them firmly planted. He lets go of one of my hands, and I reach back and scratch at his face. I hear him let out a hiss as I dig into his skin, but the smell of chloroform grows stronger as he covers my mouth with a towel. As my vision blurs, a black bag is placed over my head…
I wake up with a gasp. Fear spreads throughout my body like a frost, touching every inch of me. I can feel the tight binding on my wrists. I'm sitting in a chair with them pulled behind me. I blink. The bag is still on my head. I can hear my own breaths, raspy and desperate within the black cloth.
I listen for any sound, any clue as to where I am. There's nothing. I force myself to take a deep breath and calm down. I've been in worse situations than this.
My feet aren't tied down, so I move them around, exploring the space around me. The floor is smooth, like cement. I begin to stand.
"Don't," a voice warns me. I freeze.
"I thought you were Taz," I say, sitting back down in the chair. "You didn't seem the type to abduct women."
"Guess you were wrong," Ford replies in his deep, dangerous growl.
"Why are you doing this?" I whisper. "You think I wouldn't have slept with you or—"
"This isn't about that," Ford cuts me off.
"What, then? It's just some sick game?"
"I like to know who's getting close to my MC."
"So you're doing this to all the sweet butts?" I ask, my heartbeat pounding in my ears.
"No. Just you," he replies. Fuck. I knew he was dangerous. I knew he saw right through me.
"Will you at least take this bag off my head? I can't breathe," I ask.
"You can breathe fine. Tell me about your stepfather."
"What?" That certainly wasn't what I was expecting him to say, and it's not a subject I like to talk about under any circumstances.
"Tell me about your stepfather," he repeats, and now I can feel his body heat. He's closer, and I can hear anger in his voice.
"He was an asshole," I say.
"And?"
"And I don't like to talk about him," I snap. I don't care whether I'm in danger or not.
"You passed your background check just fine, only it said that you never had a stepfather. Your mother divorced your father and never remarried." Shit. That mistake from the first night I met Ford is coming back to bite me in the ass. "Right now, I'm the only one who knows about that little aberration. If you want me to keep it to myself, you better start talking."
"My mother never officially married Sam. We all lived together in a trailer and they acted like they were married, and they told me to call him Dad, so now I refer to him as my stepfather," I tell him, and it's mostly true.
"And he taught you to fight."
"No."
"I'm waiting."
"Like I said, he was an asshole."
"I'm going to need more than that."
"Well, you're not going to get it," I reply through gritted teeth. Suddenly the bag is yanked off my head and I'm staring into Ford's pale blue eyes.
"I think you're underestimating what kind of danger you're in right now. You lied about your background. You know how to fight and handle a gun. I found you sneaking around the compound, and you weren't drunk like you said you were. And now you're trying to become a sweet butt," he growls, his neck muscles tight. "You know what I think that all adds up to? A rat."
"I was looking for you at the party, alright? That's why I went down into the basement, and then I was embarrassed."
"Bullshit," he sneers. "What are you? ATF? FBI?"
"That's insane!"
"I want answers."
"What are you going to do? Torture me? What kind of man are you?"
"You don't know anything about me."
"I know you fucking kidnapped me!" I reply, letting some hysteria creep into my voice. "You really think if I worked for the FBI or whatever I'd become a sweet butt?"
"I don't know what you'd do."
"Let me go, you psycho!" I pull against the rope on my wrists, feeling it dig into my skin.
"Tell me who you work for!"
"I don't work for anyone! You're a coward. And a liar."
"I'm not a liar," he says, rage growing in his voice. But I don't care, my emotions are running too high to stop now.
"The first time we met you said you'd protect me!"
"I am protecting you! Why do you think not a single brother has laid a hand on you?!"
My mouth drops open. "That's because of you? I just thought no one liked me."
"I said I'd kill them if they touched you."
"But now you're holding me here…I don't understand."
"I stuck my neck out for you. I'm responsible for you now, and there are things about you that don't add up." He leans down, his face just inches away from mine. "You know what I think? I think you made all that shit about your stepfather up. I think you just want me to feel sorry for you."
Rage jolts through my body, and my eyes narrow to slits. I jerk my head back and then slam my forehead into his nose.
There's a crunching sound, and Ford stumbles back, blood streaming from his nose. I jump out of the chair, trying to pull my arms out of the restraints. He tied the rope too well, so I launch my entire body at him.
He reaches blood-covered hands out to stop me. He grabs my shoulders so I lash out with my legs. I make contact with his knees and shins, and I hear him grunt. He spins me around, hugging my back to his body.
"Calm down!" he orders me.
"FUCK YOU!" I raise one heel and stomp down on the top of his foot as hard as I can. He's wearing thick boots, but I hit a pressure point.
"Motherfucker!" he swears, and loosens his grip. I wriggle out of his grasp. There's a door to my right I run toward it. My hands… I have no way to open it. I lean down and try to turn the knob with my forearm, but it doesn't move. It's locked.
I scream in frustration. I step back and begin kicking at the metal door as hard as I can. Over and over again I pound at it until my feet are aching and I'm exhausted. I collapse against the door. I hear footsteps behind me and spin around.
Ford is watching me warily from a few feet away. "Don't come near me," I order him.
"I wouldn't dare," he replies wryly, wiping the blood from beneath his nose. "I don't think a woman's ever made me bleed before."
"There's a first time for everything," I growl back.
"I guess I touched a nerve."
"I don't like to talk about him."
"I have to protect my club," he replies, and takes a slow step forward. I straighten up, worried about what he's going to do.
"Untie me," I demand.
"No," he whispers, taking another step. Our bodies are a centimeter apart, and he's towering over me. Heat rushes over me. Damn him. He fucking abducts me and I want him more than ever. I fight against my own body now, trying to will the blush to disappear from my cheeks and my breath to slow down. He smiles. He knows I want him.
He reaches one huge hand up. I look defiantly back at him. His fingers wrap gently around my throat. I refuse to blink, though I know he could easily kill me. His hand rests there for a moment, his eyes holding mine, then his hand moves around to the back of my neck. He bends his head down, cautiously, his lips inching closer to mine.
My lips open as I feel the warmth of his breath on them. As our skin touches, it's like a bomb of desire goes off inside me. My mouth opens wider and we kiss each other hungrily, desperately. Then I bite down on his lip, hard.
He draws his head back. A grin flits across my lips. He grunts and reaches his hands forward, ripping my t-shirt apart. My breasts pop out, covered only by a lacy black bra. He yanks the cups down and lowers his head, drawing one nipple into his mouth. I cry out as a bolt of pleasure shoots from my breast throughout my body. He moves to the other breast, but this time he bites down hard on the side of it. I gasp, loving the feel of his teeth pressing into me.
His hands move under my skirt and find my underwear. This, too, he rips off, tossing my shredded thong next to me on the ground. He slides a finger against me and moans as he finds me soaking wet. His other hand moves back up to my throat, pinning me in place against the door as his thumb flicks back and forth across my clit.
The pleasure is divine but also torturous. He's not moving fast enough to let me come, and I'm sure he knows it.
"Please, Ford," I beg.
"No," he grunts, and tightens his grip slightly on my throat.
"Please, I'll do anything…"
"Anything?"
"Anything," I promise, and he withdraws his hand. The sight of him unzipping his jeans is almost enough to make me come. He pushes them and his boxers quickly to the ground, and takes his cock in his hand.
"Kneel," he orders me. I quickly obey, and reach my mouth forward to take his cock in my mouth. He's huge, long and thick, and I pull my lips over my teeth as he presses forward against the back of my mouth. "Look at me. Stay still."
I look up at him, and he slowly pulls his dick out of my mouth and then thrusts back in. I keep my lips over my teeth, and he presses back inside my mouth. He could easily overwhelm me, but he's careful to only give me as much as I can take, while letting me know that he's completely in charge. I tighten my lips around him, and I see his eyes flicker with excitement. He moves faster, and I can taste his pre-cum.
Finally, he pulls out, and takes my arm and pulls me back up to standing. He yanks my skirt up around my waist, and then lifts me up from the ass, setting me onto his hips. I can feel his cock pressing against my opening. I'm actually shaking with desire, and I know I've never been as turned on in my life as I am right now.
He presses me back against the door, and I arch my back to make room for my hands. He keeps one hand on my hip, and with the other, guides his cock inside me.
My mouth drops open with pleasure and pain as I feel him stretch me apart. He doesn't wait, though. He thrusts his hips against me, and his cock slams against my g-spot. I scream out, and he keeps going. With every thrust, the heat inside me grows. I pull against the ropes around my hands; it feels like they're holding my release inside of me.
I hear myself calling out his name as though from far away. I can feel my breasts heaving against his chest, and my clit rubbing against him at the bottom of each drive inside me. I spread my legs as wide as I can, and my pleasure crests. It spills over me in never-ending waves. He's shouting and my back is slamming into the door… I forget where I am… all I know is Ford.