I watch Angelique until she disappears out of sight. I’m a fucking Sinner and the club attracts a lot of beautiful women, but none of them compare to her.
“Stay the hell away from my daughter.” Mayor douchebag’s angry voice snarls.
I slowly turn and glare at him until he flinches. Turning my back on him, I continue to stare at the spot where Angelique went out of sight, hoping she’ll reappear.
She dresses like she’s Amish. In her shapeless dress, with her makeup free face, and that air of fragility that surrounds her, she should be forgettable. But instead, I have a feeling her eyes will be etched into my brain forever. The wide, doe-eyed look has never done anything for me in the past, only on her it’s different. She’s different.
Far too young, much too innocent, and the mayor’s daughter!
Mayor Jefferies edges away from me and slinks back to his seat. I don’t know why Echo and Liv invited the asshole, and after getting a glimpse at how he speaks to his daughter I want to punch him in the face more than normal.
Reluctantly, I walk back to my row, shuffle back to my spot and sit down. Blade raises his eyebrows, “What the fuck was that about?” He asks.
I smile cockily, “Did you know that Mayor douchebag has a daughter?”
Blade thinks for a minute. “Yeah, Nicole or Natalie, something like that.”
I shake my head. “No, her name is Angelique. Young, blonde, fucking gorgeous.”
Blade’s expression blanks. “Sorry, Prospect, doesn’t ring any bells.”
I know the exact moment Liv’s car pulls up because Echo tenses, then pulls back his shoulders ready for action. I watch him, watch her, and see the physical reaction Liv has on him. All it takes is a glimpse of a smile and he calms. His woman is here.
The wedding is quick and relatively painless. Liv looks hot in a bridal sort of way. Her white dress hugs her tits and it’s not too puffball or flouncy. Echo growls through the vows, his face only breaking momentarily into a wide smile when Liv promises to honor and obey. The minute the service ends, Echo drags Liv into his arms and kisses her, only pulling back long enough to throw her over his shoulder and disappear into the clubhouse.
With the happy couple missing, the Old Ladies set to work organizing the BBQ and buffet. The smell of charcoal and steak wafts past me and my stomach growls. The cold bottle of beer in my hand drips icy water onto my fingers as I watch Mayor douchebag. Even from a distance I can see the sweat glistening on his forehead. His piggy face is bright red as he moves from group to group working the party crowd.
I’ve never liked the guy, but something about the way Angelique cowered from him has anger bubbling in my stomach and my eyes narrowing as I glare at him across the meadow. My view is suddenly blocked and Anders, the Sinners’ President steps in front of me.
Anders is an intense guy. Honestly, he scares the fuck out of me. If he tells me to do something, I fucking do it. His heavy palm settles on my shoulder and he glances behind him at the partygoers before turning his attention back to me. I inwardly flinch when his fingers tighten around my shoulder, squeezing tightly. “Daisy, a word in my office please.”
Fuck.
Cautiously, I follow him through the clubhouse, frantically wracking my brain to see what the fuck I could have done wrong. You don’t get called into the prez’s office without good reason. I’ve either majorly fucked up and I’m gonna get the shit kicked out of me, or I’m fucking out. The Sinners are my life, if they kick me out I don’t have anything else.
I’ve never wished so hard for a beating.
Anders holds open the door and gestures for me to walk ahead. I tentatively move through the room and stand behind the chairs in front of his desk, trying not to look like a nervous pussy. The door shuts and after circling the desk he lowers himself into his chair. Pulling in nervous breaths, I wait silently for what feels like hours until he gestures for me to sit. I lower myself into the seat and lean forward, bracing my elbows on my knees and clenching my hands into fists in my lap.
“Daisy, how long have you been a prospect for?” Anders asks brusquely.
Blowing out a shaky breath I respond. “About eighteen months, Prez.”
Anders nods thoughtfully. “You spent a lot of time on security detail for Echo’s old lady.”
Echo nearly broke my neck the day Liv disappeared, but no-one had mentioned that I let her slip away from me. I should have fucking known this was coming. I’m gonna get fucking kicked out of the Sinners over a fucking woman, and not even my fucking woman.
I sit up straighter in my seat and brace myself for the worst. “Yeah, I did.”
Anders eyeballs me, but I force myself to meet his glare. Never back down. One of the only useful things my time in foster care taught me. “What else have you done, while you’ve been a prospect?” Anders asks.
“Whatever’s been asked of me, Prez,” I reply.
The silence is suffocating. “You enjoy being a prospect?” Anders asks.
Still holding his gaze, I respond. “I want to be a Sinner. I have to pay my dues.”
Anders nods decisively and looks down, rummaging for something under his desk. He pulls out a cardboard box from somewhere by his feet and slides it across the desk. He motions for me to pick it up, then leans back in his chair, a relaxed smugness oozing from him. “Open it,” he says.
Cautiously, I pull the box toward me and onto my lap. The box is light, and I fight the urge to shake it like a kid. The center seam is sealed with tape and I peel it from the edge, slowly lifting the flaps to reveal the contents.
The smell hits me first. Leather. My mouth drops open as I open the box further, revealing the Doomsday Sinners emblem, bold against the soft black leather. I rub my thumbs against my fingertips, then reach into the box and reverently lift the fabric out, turning it over in my hands. The patch on the front reads Daisy.
Choking back emotion, I close my eyes for a second before looking from the cut in my hands to Anders. My voice breaks as I try to speak. I cough and clear my throat. “You’re patching me in?”
For the first time since we met, warmth and joy radiates from the president’s broad smile. “Welcome to the Doomsday Sinners, brother,” Anders says.
My breath catches as I look back down at the cut in my hands. I’m a Sinner. The club is my family, and this is my home. Pride fills my chest and standing I slide the cut over my shoulders, pushing my arms through until it sits snugly against my chest. Gripping the edges, I lift my shoulders to straighten it, and smell the strong scent of the soft leather beneath my fingers. I stare down at the patch with my name on and pull in a deep emotion-filled breath.
Anders rises from his seat and moves toward me. Clapping me on the shoulder he pulls me into a quick hug. “Well, brother, I think it’s time to celebrate.”
Stepping ahead of me, he opens the door and leads a path through the clubhouse and into the meadow where Echo and Liv’s reception is taking place. I silently follow behind him, still shocked at the unexpected twist the day has taken.
“Brothers, I give you our newest Sinner,” Anders roars.
A crowd of people all break into whoops and hollers, and I’m pulled into the fray of congratulations. Echo and Liv push through the crowd until they’re standing in front of me. “Congratulations, brother,” Echo says, pulling me into an unexpected hug.
He steps back, releasing me and allowing Liv to launch herself into my arms. “Well done, Daisy,” she cries.
I smile brightly and wink at Liv. “I thought I was getting kicked out or a beating. I wasn’t expecting my patch.”
A heavy arm slaps down around my shoulders and I turn to see Blade. “We all voted on it last week, brother. You’ve worked hard, you deserve that patch.”
Smoke and Puck join us. Both congratulate me. Smoke passes me a beer and raises his own into the air. “To Echo and Liv, well done on getting hitched; and to Daisy for earning his patch and becoming a fully-fledged Sinner,” he shouts. We all raise our drinks and toast.
The day fades to night, and the party turns wild. Echo and Liv disappeared hours ago, and their wedding guests have all slowly started to drift away. Leaning against the bar my beer hangs from my fingers. I watch the guys move across the room, leisurely crowding around me until I’m surrounded. They’re a motley group of bikers: big, small, fat, thin; these men are my brothers, my family.
Blade steps forward. “Daisy, when we patch in a new member we get them a gift. Here’s yours.”
His smile is huge and smug. The crowd parts and a brunette and a redhead step forward. “Ladies,” I say with a smile. The women strut across the floor and don’t stop until they’re pressed one against either side of my chest. Laughing, I throw an arm around each of them and pull them in for a three-way kiss.
A roar of cheers explodes around us, but I concentrate on the girls, eventually pulling back to see the guys have lost interest in us and have gone back to partying.
The redhead giggles, leaning forward to whisper in my ear. “Congratulations, baby. I’m Bethy-Anne and this is Erica. We can’t wait to be your gift. What do you want to do with us?”
The brunette’s hand slides down my cut until she’s cupping my dick beneath my jeans. Her fingers stroke along my length teasingly. I grab at her hand and stop her. She pouts sulkily, until I take hold of their hands and lead them away from the bar, toward my room at the back of the club.
Opening the door, I gesture for them to go ahead of me, then close and lock the door behind me. Both girls turn to face me. They glance at each other, then start to strip until they’re both completely naked. A smile twitches at my lips as I let my gaze drop to their feet, slowly traveling upwards until I’ve looked my fill. Rubbing my thumb over my bottom lip, I raise my eyebrow expectantly. The girls giggle then step closer to one another and kiss.
Red told me their names, but I don’t care enough to remember. She smiles at me, then reaches out to cup the brunette’s breasts, tugging at her nipples. The brunette’s head falls back, and she moans loudly. I clear my throat; the girls pause and turn toward me. “Girls, I’m feeling left out over here.”
Red rushes over and reaches for my cut, but I grab hold of her arm to stop her. Sliding off my cut, I place it carefully over the back of a chair and then turn back to the naked women. At twenty-one I’m young, but I’m hardly a fucking virgin; hell, this isn’t even my first threesome. I know what I want and apparently so do these girls.
I pull my t-shirt over my head and drop it to the floor. “Ladies, this isn’t a spectator sport, at least one of you should be on your knees sucking my cock.” Both girls drop to their knees and my dick twitches at the sight of their plump wet mouths, just desperate for a taste of me. Stepping out of my shoes, I unbutton my jeans, and push them and my boxers to the floor, kicking them to the side.
Both girl’s eyes widen dramatically when their gazes drop to my semi-hard cock. I smile smugly. I know I’ve got a big dick, but the look a woman gets when she sees the size always amuses me. Wrapping my hand around my thick girth, I stroke my fingers up and down the length.
I step toward Red and stop in front of her. Releasing my cock, I touch her cheek with the tips of my fingers. “Do you want to suck me, Red?” I ask. She licks her lips and nods. Smiling salaciously, I grab my dick and move until my tip is level with her mouth. “Open up, baby, take me as deep as you can; I wanna feel the back of your throat.”
Red opens wide and I feed my length into her mouth. She immediately sucks in her cheeks, swallowing me, until her mouth is so full of my dick she chokes. My eyes roll back in pleasure as she goes to work on my cock, sucking and licking my length. “That’s it, baby, suck me. That’s so good, so fucking good,” I murmur.
I close my eyes and enjoy the feeling of Red’s warm, hot tongue swiping up and down my cock. But instead of focusing on the gorgeous and very willing redhead sucking on me, a vision of Angelique pops into my mind. The beautiful, ethereal blonde, with those huge doe eyes and an innocence that makes her the perfect kind of untouchable.
Fuck.
My dick hardens and Red groans. I feel the vibrations along the length of my cock and my eyes crash open. The fantasy dissolves and instead of seeing an angel, I’m looking down at the two women at my feet.
What the fuck is wrong with me? I’m about to have a threesome and all I can think about is the fucking blonde angel that screams untouched virgin.
I flex my fingers and force myself to forget about Angelique and concentrate on the brunette who has moved until she’s behind Red. Her hand is between Red’s legs and her arm pumps up and down as she fingers Red’s pussy.
Still working my cock with her mouth, Red’s eyes are closed. Her legs are spread wide enough for me to see the brunette’s fingers as they thrust in and out of her wet pussy. The brunette lifts her head until our eyes lock. She flashes me a teasing smile and pulls her fingers from Red’s pussy and sucks them into her mouth.
Grabbing a handful of Red’s hair, I pull her mouth off my dick. “Ladies, I think it’s time to really get this celebration started. Red, go lie on the bed, I want your legs spread wide, so I can watch your pussy get licked and finger-fucked by your friend. Hang your head off the end, so I can fuck your face until I come down your throat,” I say with a grin.
Red jumps up from the floor and giggles excitedly as she rushes across the room. She hurries into position, her mouth open and waiting for me. The brunette crawls between Red’s legs, wrapping her fingers around Red’s thighs and pushing them wider. The brunette looks up at me and winks before dramatically licking a long, wet line from Red’s pussy to her clit. I saunter across the room toward Red’s waiting mouth, and she watches me, waiting for me to get close. As soon as I’m close enough, her hands reach out and grab my cock.
Eager to get back inside her hot, wet mouth, I take a step closer until her lips are wrapped around me and she starts to suck. Biting down on my lip, I groan in pleasure. Any blowjob’s a good blowjob, but Red’s a pro and the free porn show I’m getting courtesy of the brunette, makes this a fucking awesome blowjob. The brunette is enthusiastically lapping at Red’s pussy like it’s the sweetest fucking ice-cream and her hands are between her own legs playing with herself.
My balls are heavy, and my cock twitches with my impending release. Red arches her back and moans as the brunette pushes her fingers deep into Red’s pussy and starts to fuck her with them.
The muscles in my stomach tighten and my thighs tense. I’m gonna come soon, but this is a party, not a solo act and I need Red to come too. “Lick her clit and fuck her hard with your fingers. I’m gonna come in a minute and I want you to make her come before I do.” I say to the brunette. She nods and her head dips back down to lick at Red’s clit whilst her fingers plunge in and out of her wet pussy. Red tenses, her mouth tightening around my dick as her orgasm pulses through her. Her moans tip me over the edge and I thrust forward, spilling my seed down her throat.
With a groan I pull out of Red’s mouth, and she smiles, licking her lips like my cum is the best thing she’s ever tasted. “On your hands and knees, Red. I wanna fuck that ass of yours, you good with that?” I say.
She rolls over and nods. “Baby, you can put that massive cock wherever you want,” she purrs.
God, club girls are easy. They just wanna be fucked by as many bikers, in as many ways, as possible. I almost want to tell her to get some self-respect, but who the fuck am I to talk? I’ve got two beautiful women who want to engage in a little dirty partying. I’ll keep my opinions to myself.
I grab my length and shout. “Hell yes, ladies! Red, your friend over here is gonna get that ass of yours ready for me while I fuck her wet, patient pussy.”
I fucking love being twenty-one. I emptied my balls a minute ago, but as Red turns onto her hands and knees, and the brunette spreads her wide, licking at Red’s tight asshole, my cock twitches and starts to harden again.
Walking over to my dresser, I grab a bottle of lube and a condom. I rip open the foil wrapper and slide it over my now fully hard cock. The brunette’s working away at Red’s asshole but sensing my presence behind her, she pauses and looks over her shoulder. Swaying her ass, she slowly spreads her legs and displays her dripping pussy for me. “Fuck, baby, licking Red’s pussy and ass has got you all wet, hasn’t it?” I say.
She smiles and nods. “You want me to fuck you, baby?” I ask. I know what her answers gonna be, but I ask anyway.
She nods quickly. “Hard.”
I raise my eyebrows and smile. “You work her ass, get it nice and ready for me to fuck and I’ll fuck your pussy hard, I promise, baby.” She grabs the bottle of lube and squeezes it between Red’s ass cheeks. Stepping closer to the brunette, I line my cock up with her pussy and grabbing her hips I plunge forward into her slick sex. Fast and hard, I plough into her, as she pushes back onto me with every thrust.
Still bouncing on my cock, the brunette coats her fingers in lube and works them into Red’s asshole. Red moans and wiggles toward her friend, while one, then two fingers disappear deep into her ass. The three of us get into a rhythm: I plunge into the brunette’s pussy, and she pushes into Red’s ass, then I pull back and she pulls her fingers almost out of Red’s ass. In and out my cock slides as I fuck her pussy while she finger-fucks Red.
My eyes drift shut and Angelique flashes in my mind again. I’m literally balls deep in another woman, but my thoughts keep going back to the angel with her waterfall of hair, and the hollow, lost look in her eyes. Red screams, orgasming loudly and I’m forced back to reality. She collapses forward onto the bed with her ass still in the air.
The brunette rests her head on the bed, pushing me deeper inside her. Her pussy immediately tightens, strangling my cock. Reaching between her legs, I find her clit and rub circles over the sensitive bundle of nerves until her muscles tense and she comes with a shout. I thrust twice more and groan, spilling my cum into the condom.
Two hours later, both girls are asleep in my bed. I pull on my jeans and sink down into a chair, resting my bare feet on the bedside dresser. Grabbing my beer from the side, I take a deep pull on the bottle. The warm liquid flows down my throat and I grimace.
I should be on cloud nine. I’m a fully patched-in member of The Doomsday Sinners and I just had a threesome with two beautiful women. I fucked every hole on both of them and they loved every fucking minute. But I feel unsatisfied. How that’s possible when I’ve come four times in three hours, I don’t know.
My mind should be clear, peaceful. But instead it’s full. My head falls back until it’s resting on the back of the chair. I close my eyes and all I can see is those pools of sadness.
Angelique. She looks like a perfect, fucking angel, and when I should be focused on the two naked women in my bed, all I can think about is her.