CHAPTER EIGHT
WOLF
I picked her up and took her to my bedroom which was just down the hall from the office.
“You live here?”
“If there’s something you need to know about me is that I live and breathe this club.” I laid her down on my bed and crawled over her. I looked down at her and kissed her softly.
“Although, lately all I can do is live and breathe you.”
She giggled. “Good answer.”
I flipped to my side and dragged her with me, spooning her. She wriggled her ass into my semi-hard dick and I grunted, lightly poking her in the ribs. She squealed and squirmed against me, and I realized tickling her was a bad idea. My cock sprang up to life and I was shocked at how easily she was able to arouse me. I ignored my insatiable need for now, and held her.
“There’s something I need to do before we’re together.”
“I think it’s a little too late for that, don’t you?” She teased.
I laughed. This woman could make me laugh so easily. I shook my head. “I need to tell the members that I touched you.”
I felt her stiffen and then she slowly turned to face me. “What? Why?”
I propped myself up on an elbow and stared down at her. “You’re father’s Ryder Chase?”
She remained quiet and then shook her head. “So?”
I frowned. “Don’t you know?”
She smiled and traced her finger along my jaw. “Know what?”
“Your father was Hell’s Lovers Sargent at Arms. He was a legend, he founded this club along with Nick and a few other old timers. Some of them passed away, others retired, like Nick, but their rules still stand.”
She propped herself up on her elbows and scrunched her brow. “He was a Hell’s Lover?”
“You didn’t know.”
She shook her head in disbelief. “My Mother never said anything. Just that he was part of a motorcycle club. Not that he was one of the leaders to the Hell’s Angels!’
I watched as her features quickly changed from shocked to anger. “What rules?”
I looked at her worried eyes for a moment, not wanting to burden her with the truth, but knowing I needed to. “Members aren’t allowed to touch family. I’m not even allowed to look at you, let alone do what I just did to you.”
“And what did you just do to me?” she smiled.
I leaned over and nuzzled her neck. I swept my hand around the plush softness of her ass. “I practically defiled you on my desk, sweetheart.”
She giggled softly, leaning back and giving me better access to her neck. “I’m not complaining.”
“No. But the members will. I’ll be beaten down, stripped of everything, and left on the street.”
Her eyes widened and she clutched onto my arm. “Are you being serious?”
I nodded. “As a heart attack.”
She shook her head. “They can’t do that! There has to be a way around this, some sort of clause.”
I nodded. “There’s… one.”
“Which is?”
I paused for a second, not sure how to say it. “I need to ask Nick for your hand.”
“My hand? Like, in marriage.”
“I need to convince him I have good intentions if we want to be together.”
Her face fell and she pushed against me, sitting up. “This is ridiculous.”
“But true.”
She stared over at me. “I mean, having you tied to me doesn’t sound like a bad idea but having to convince Uncle Nick…” She shook her head in shock. “My dad’s been dead for two years, Wolf. I haven’t seen Nick for months! He has no say over what I want or who I want to be with! Let alone, does he have the right to kick you out.”
She looked at the ceiling in thought, and then looked back at me. “I once heard my father say that if anything ever happened to him on the road, my mother had the rights to anything that was his. If I’m not mistaken, when a father passes, the mother has a say in all matters that concern the family.
I shook my head. “I don’t know if that applies in this case, gorgeous. And you’re going to convince your mom, to let you marry me. You realize who you’re talking about, right?”
She stood up and started walking down the hallway. My cock twitched as I watched her tight, naked ass bend over the chair and scrummage through her purse. She pulled out her cell phone and brushed past me back into my bedroom. She sat at the edge of the bed and I watched as she bit her lip. I liked the fact that she didn’t admit defeat, that she jumped into action immediately.
She crossed her legs and waited a moment. “Hi mom. We need to talk. Are you available tomorrow for breakfast? Yeah, it’s kind of important. Okay. Great. See you then.”
“Tomorrow?” I asked, since it was still early.
She sighed. “I don’t feel like seeing anyone today.”
I bent down on one knee taking her hands in mine. “You’re mine Scarlett. I don’t care what happens, you’re mine.”
She gave me that seductive smile that drove me wild and I watched as she stretched on the bed setting her phone down. Then she slid up the mattress and leaned back against the pillows. She opened her legs and dipped her fingers down her folds.
“I’m done talking about stupid rules.” She rotated her hips upwards as she slid her fingers inside her tight, slick wetness. A sloshing sound came from her pussy and my cock lunged towards her.
Squeezing the tip, it oozed out drops of pre-cum. “No more rules?”
She shook her head as she took one of those honey dipped fingers and swept her juices along her bottom lip. “I’d rather you come over here and help me break them.”
“Fuck.” I made my way up the mattress to her and without any further comments I dipped my cock into her depths and sucked her juices off her lips. Her cunny hole was hungry and sucked me right in. Being sheathed in her tight pussy was amazing. My cock couldn’t have gotten harder as she responded to it by thrusting her hips to meet mine. Each slap of flesh on flesh was hot and filthy. It was everything I wanted with her. A raunchy and dirty fuck as I impaled her on my cock. I felt her legs tremble around me and her lips opened in a silent scream as she came. Watching her as I drove into her was even better than watching her bent over on a desk. She moaned and writhed as I took her. She reached out, gripping onto the sheets around her, as I slammed myself into her depths. The bed shook from the sheer force of our fucking. She screamed my name over and over as her pussy begged for more of me.
“Wolf! Fuck! Yes! Wolf, fuck me! Yes, fuck me! Shit, it feels so good!”
I growled and flooded her with my seed mixing in with her own pouring juices. I was sure that if she didn’t get pregnant before, she was definitely having my baby now.
THE NEXT MORNING, we met with Regina Chase. I was tentative at first, meeting with Ryder’s wife. She was a tough as nails biker chick, and not a woman to be messed with.
Scarlett ran to her mother and hugged her tightly. “Momma this is…”
“I know who he is. I want to know what the hell he’s doing with you?”
“Mom?”
Regina frowned at both of us and nodded to the table. “Sit your asses down.”
See. Tough as nails. She pierced me with the same eyes that were beneath me earlier that morning. Almond shaped and hazel, just like Scarlett’s.
“Wolf.” She nodded, finally acknowledging me.
I nodded back and looked down at the table. With one simple look she managed to turn my wolf into a damn puppy dog. “Mrs. Chase”
“Regina, is fine.” She looked over at Scarlett and grabbed her by the hand. “Tell me. What was the urgency?”
Scarlett reached for my hand and squeezed it. She looked up at her mother and Regina dragged her chair back, slamming her hand on the wooden table top. “Shit!”
“Momma, it’s important to me. He’s everything I ever wanted.”
“That’s bullshit!” She seethed. “He’s what you’re pussy ever wanted.”
Scarlett’s eyes widened and she pursed her lips in anger. Lowering her tone, she leaned across the table. “Fine. My pussy, my body, my heart, my soul. Whatever the hell you want to call it, but I’m not giving him up.”
I’d never seen her get mad like this before, but she looked like a firecracker, all sexy and fiery. I watched as they stared each other down, and for the first time in my life I saw Regina crack. She grabbed her daughter’s hands and pressed them to her forehead.
“I didn’t want this life for you.”
“Mom, it’s okay.” Scarlett’s voice was a soft whisper.
She shook her head. “No, it’s not. Do you have any idea what goes on in that club? What that life is all about?”
Scarlett leaned back and grabbed my hand. “It’s about sex and strippers. Bikers and brotherhood. It’s the life that gave me a home and an education. Two loving parents and now, the man that I love. It’s what I want.”
Scarlett was adamant and Regina stared at her. She looked like she wanted to give her a sound beating. “Leave us alone, Scarlett.”
“Mom, no.”
I looked at her and brought her hand to my lips. “It’s alright. Go.”
Her fingers trailed along my cheekbone and she leaned over and kissed me gently. She looked over at her mother and frowned, although hesitant she left us.
Regina shook her head and leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms over her chest. “Does Nick know about this?”
“No, ma’am.”
“Can I ask what the hell you want with my daughter?”
I looked at her then. “I love her. She’s in my bones, Regina.” I dragged my hand through my hair. “I tried. I know the rules, but I couldn’t help it. The feelings are there, and their powerful.”
Regina sighed and looked at me for what seemed like an eternity. “I’ll do what I can, but I won’t guarantee they won’t beat the shit out of you. That…Nick, won’t beat the shit out of you.”
“I’ll take the beating. I’ll even take the demotion. But the club’s my life, Regina.”
She nodded. “I’ll do what I can.”
I grabbed her hands in mine. “Thank you.”
Her hands gripped mine tightly. “But if you hurt her, I’ll beat you myself.”
“Yes, ma’am.”