Cade

Lemy flicks his still glowing cigarette to the ground as stands outside the clubhouse. “What the hell took you so long? Frank’s been waiting for you to bring the bitch here.”

“Complications came up,” is all I say, not willing to share the complication was my dick as I continue toward him.

“Fuck,” Lemy breathes as he runs his hand through his long, greasy hair. “He’s going to be pissed. He needs her for leverage.”

I don’t say another word as I push past him and through the front door. I’m not one who typically defies orders. I’m a loyal soldier—one who wants to move up in rank—but this hiccup with Piper can fuck a lot of things up for me if I’m not careful.

It’s late, so there’s no one here, but my prez, Frank, who is up waiting along with his right-hand, Del. The burgundy walls make the room dark, but the light hanging above Frank’s head shines a spotlight on him. He’s covered in tats from fingertips to his neck, and his once dark hair has turned salt and pepper. I’ve known Frank since I was sixteen years old, when he came over to my Grandmother’s house looking for my mom, who had died from a drug overdose when I was five. I guess he felt sorry for me, since I had no one but my alcoholic grandmother who only kept me for welfare money, because he took me under his wing immediately. If it weren’t for Frank, I don’t know where I’d would of ended up. I owe him a lot, which is why it feels wrong to choose Piper over him, but I can’t help myself. There’s just something about her I’m not willing to toss away.

The moment Frank spots me he motions me over.

Frank’s sitting casually in a high-back chair at the head of the long, wooden table we have club meetings around while Del flanks his side. I don’t bother sitting, because I know better. Frank’s expecting a report, not to hang out.

Franks sighs as he stares up at me with his brown, almost black eyes, which are a stark contrast from the gray hair on the top of his head. “What happened?”

I square my shoulders. “It wasn’t as easy as I thought to get to the girl.”

“When you cased her place and tracked her, you said it would be a quick in and out to grab her at her house.” It’s not a question; Frank’s just reiterating what I’ve already reported.

After checking out the house, I figured it would be an easy job since it was just Piper and her mom living there. Little did I know what a fucking pleasure this job would be—one I don’t plan on handing over to anyone else. I need Frank to drop this shit about grabbing Piper and come up with another plan to get under the skin of Satan’s Disciples.

I lift my chin. “She wasn’t there when I broke in.”

It’s a bold-face fucking lie, and I have balls of steel to lie to the face of my prez, but I’m also a touch crazy, and willing to do whatever it takes to keep Piper all to myself.

Frank tilts his head, and his suspicion weighs down on me. “In all the years you’ve been a part of my club, Cade, you’ve never failed on following through on a job. I have to say I’m disappointed. Maybe you need a couple guys to go back with you and try again tomorrow night.”

The muscles in the back of my neck tense. The image of Lemy going with me back to Piper’s house and laying a finger on her pops in my head. If he touches her, I’ll go fucking ape shit. I have to shut that idea down. “Going back again won’t help. I don’t think she’s been staying there.”

Another lie, but I don’t feel a fucking bit guilty for trying to protect what’s mine.

“Fuck. From what I’ve been told, she’s still living at her mom’s place. Bad intel, I guess.” Frank scrubs his hand down his face before he glances at his phone. “It’s late. I’m going to bed. We’ll sort this shit out tomorrow.”

When he shoves himself up from the table, a slight bit of relief floods me. Piper is still my secret, and I’m going to do my damndest to make sure she stays that way.

I get the fuck out of there as quick as I can, not wanting to slip up and be caught in my deceit.

My bike rumbles beneath me as I start it up and head toward my apartment. It doesn’t take me long to get there, but when I pull up I notice the lamp in my living room is burning bright.

I swing my leg over the seat and glance around and reach into my back pocket. The metal of the switchblade case opens easily as I reveal the blade inside. I’m not big on guns—cops tend to fuck with you more if you have one—but a knife is easier to explain why you have it and I’m quick and strong. This blade is just as deadly as a bullet.

I creep toward my front door, and my heart pounds inside my chest. I never leave my lights on. Someone has been fucking with my shit. I’m tempted to kick the front door in and blast through it, but if there’s no one in there I’ll feel really fucking stupid for being so damn paranoid.

I twist the knob, and the door pops open.

Oh, fuck. Here we go.

The hilt of my knife in my hand, I glance around and then take a cautious step inside ready to gut someone who tries to fuck with me.

“Cade? Is that you?”

My shoulders sag and my muscle relax a bit when I immediately recognize the voice.

Fucking Vanessa.

What’s this bitch doing here? I’m not in the mood for her shit. It’s late and I’m exhausted. Give a bitch your cock once, and it makes them fucking crazy. Clingy bitches get under my skin, but I wouldn’t mind Piper clinging to me at all.

I flip the case back around the blade and stuff it back into my pocket as I round the corner and head into my bedroom, stopping to lean against the door frame. Light from the lamp streams in and illuminates my bed, where the leggy redhead lays waiting bare-ass naked for me. She sits up and her small tits jiggle a bit when her eyes land on me.

I don’t like her getting her smell all over my sheets.

She rubs her right hand across her tit and then tugs at the ring running through her nipple. “Where you been? I’m horny as fuck and need some good dick.”

“How’d you get in here? Last time I checked, you didn’t have a key.” I fold my arms across my chest, ignoring the proposition she just made me.

She grins and toys with a lock of her hair. “Who cares how I got in? I’m here, naked and ready to suck your cock. Don’t you want me to make you cum?”

Typically, an offer like this, I don’t let go waste, but after having Piper, random whore pussy isn’t getting me hard.

I reach down to her pile of clothes on the floor and throw them at her. “Get dressed and get the fuck out.”

“Fine.” She scowls as she whips her black tank top over her head. “I was getting tired of you anyway. It’s time for me to move up the rank and stop screwing around with a patch.”

“Shut your mouth,” I order and she jumps.

Vanessa may be a bitch, but she’s not stupid. She knows better than to push my buttons.

When she’s dressed, she heads for the front door and slams it shut behind her—completely pissed at me.

“Finally,” I mutter as I drop down onto the couch, exhausted from a night of riding, fucking, and lying.

I lean my head back and close my eyes. Visions of Piper naked with her cunt wrapped around my cock pop into my mind. Damn. This girl has me all kinds of fucked up and bordering on obsessed with her. I can’t stop thinking about her, and I’m lying to hide my addiction to her. That’s not like me. Pussy never gets me this strung out.

I pull her white lace panties from my pocket and bring them to my nose to inhale her scent. My mouth waters, and even though I’m exhausted, my cock stirs in my jeans. Thinking about fucking her makes me horny as hell.

I unbutton and unzip my jeans, sliding them down my hips, allowing my cock to spring free. Cum oozes out of the head and I rub it down my shaft as I jerk off.

Piper’s scent on her panties reminds me how good it felt buried in her untouched cunt. The taste of her now gone from my lips, I desperately press my tongue into the crotch of her dirty panties, seeking to experience it again. Every muscle in my body clenches and before I cum, I shove the panties down to the head of my cock, and squirt my seed into them.

“Fuck, yes,” I moan as I come down from my climax.

This girl doesn’t know it yet, but she fucking owns me, just as much as I own her.