Chapter Two

Rock

“I need you darling

Come on set the tone

If you feel you’re falling

Won’t you let me know” – Ed Sheeran

My phone buzzes.

Chrissy: Fine, you damn stalker. I’ll meet you and explain to you exactly where I see this thing going. Come to the diner at seven.

I have never had a woman piss me off and turn me on at the same time like she does. When Megan first introduced us, she was so forward it threw me off. Sure, girls throw themselves at us a lot in the club, but Chrissy was different. She was blunt about wanting me and she had so much confidence. It was sexy as hell.

That first night I had her was like talking a damn drug. I was addicted and all I could think of was the next time I could have her. I’ve tried to be patient and play by her rules, but they’re getting old really quick.

I’m sick of waking up and her being gone. The fact that she won’t come to club parties with me, or even be seen with me in general gets to me. It’s almost like she’s embarrassed of me somehow and that shit makes my blood boil. Tracker’s girl, Megan, has been trying to explain it to me, but pretty soon I’m not gonna give a damn about her reasoning.

I walk to the backroom since Pres called church.

“Listen up. We have some assholes who think they can run shit through our territory without askin’. Not only that but they’re selling in town.” He looks around the table. “Fuckers are going to learn quick that this shit does not fly.”

We all nod. I’ve only been at this MC for a few months but I have so much respect for Pres. A few of us were in another MC that had decided to go after this club. We actually had no idea what was going on, we’d been left at the clubhouse fucking clueless. When Pres and Torch showed up, they offered to let us transfer or we’d be disposed of. It was an easy choice for me.

I loved the life.

This place is so much different than my last club and I had no idea I could love it more.

“I am gonna assign brothers to keep watch on the routes. When these assholes make their next run, we’ll be ready and show them what happens when you transport and sell where you don’t belong. When you get a text, you get your ass to the route.” We all nod in agreement. We can’t let this sort of disrespect go on.

“That’s it for now. Everyone keep your phones on.” He bangs the gavel and everyone gets up.

I walk up to Tracker. “I’m heading out to dinner. Let me know if you need me for anything.”

“Good luck, brother,” he says with a laugh.

His old lady, Megan, is Chrissy’s best friend, so he’s watched me drive myself fucking crazy these past couple months. Heading out to my bike, I can’t stop replaying what I’m gonna tell her. I climb on and make my way to the diner.

She wants to tell me where she sees this thing going. I’m telling her that this thing is going in the direction of me taking her as mine, putting my patch on her, and making sure that everyone knows it.

Every time I’m near her I want to have my hands on her but she’s so damn hot and cold. Not only that, but once we’re in public she completely acts like we don’t know each other.

This time she won’t get that chance.

I get to the diner early and sit in the back booth where we usually eat. My leg bounces nervously and I try and shake myself out of it. What the hell has this girl done to me?

“Excuse me?” I look up to see a blonde standing at the table.

“Yea?”

“Are you Rock?” Her teeth bite her bottom lip as she looks at me.

“Guilty. Do I know you?” My eyebrows fall together in confusion as I try to place her.

She smiles at me before sitting down in the booth. “I’m Jackie, your date.”

“You’re my what?” I have to try hard to keep my voice at an even tone.

“I work with Chrissy. I actually went through a break up a couple weeks ago and she said she’d set me up with a friend of hers, you.” Her hand plays with her hair as she looks over at me expectantly.

Are you fucking kidding me?

My phone dings in my pocket.

Chrissy: I told you I’d be telling you where I see us going. This is it. You dating someone else and me…not ‘dating’ someone else. Have fun!

I can feel the anger rising in my body like the ocean at high tide. “I’m sorry, Jessie.”

“It’s Jackie,” she says her annoyance obvious.

“Right. That was one of my brothers and there is an issue I need to go help him handle. Good to meet you.” I stand up and almost run to my bike. If she thinks this little stunt will work, she’s got another thing coming.

I pull out of the parking lot headed straight for her apartment. This calm conversation just became a whole new monster. Her place is only five minutes from the diner and I get there in less than three.

Pressing the buzzer, I wait for an answer, each second feeling like an hour.

“Hey! How much do I owe you?” Her voice pours through the speaker having no idea that it’s me on the other side.

A car pulls up and a young kid climbs out holding a brown paper bag. “That food for 208?” I nod toward him.

“Yea. You order?”

I nod pulling a couple twenties out of my pocket. “Keep the change.”

“Damn, thanks man.” He hands the bag to me.

“Hellllooooo. You have my food or not?” Chrissy’s voice sounds again.

I press the buzzer doing my best to disguise my voice. “Yea, it’s $25.87.” Jesus Christ, she spent a lot of money on food.

“Okay, I’ll buzz you in.” I open the door and head up to her place. Standing to the side of the peephole, I knock on the door.

“Here you go, keep the—” her sentence drops when she sees me standing there.

Without waiting for her to say a word, I bend down and throw her over my shoulder. Taking a few steps in I kick the door closed.

“Put me down, you big ape.” Her fists hit my back and its almost laughable that she thinks she’s hurting me.

Then I feel the stinging of her teeth biting into my flesh. “Shit!” I drop the bag of food and pull her down in front of me. My mouth presses against hers and for each step she takes in retreat I match it, holding her to me. She stops when her back hits the kitchen counter. Pulling away, my teeth drag over her bottom lip, the metallic taste of blood faint.

“You asshole.” Her hands push against my chest.

“I thought you like it rough?” I laugh and her eyes catch fire.

“Did you not get the message? I thought it’d been loud and clear.” Her arms cross over her chest.

“See the thing is…” I dip my head, my lips pressing against the curve of her neck. “I had a whole different message I wanted to give you.” My teeth nip her skin tracing a line to her collarbone and she relaxes against me. “You want to hear it?”

Her deep breathing fills the space.

“I want to hear you say it. Tell me you want this.” My tongue darts out tracing the v of her shirt.

“Shit, yes.” She almost moans her answer.

My hands grip her hips lifting her onto the counter. I take a few steps back wanting to look at her sitting there. Her legs spread, beads of sweat starting to form on her soft skin, the look of lust in her eyes. “Take off your clothes.”

She slowly moves her hands lifting the hem of her shirt slowly. She’s taking her time, playing with me. I keep my eyes trained on hers as I start to take off my clothes, needing her. It’s crazy how much I want her. She was with me last night, but it feels like days.

Once we’ve both made a pile on the floor, I walk closer, sinking down in front of her. Lifting her leg, I kiss the inside of her knee slowly working my way up the inside of her thigh. The closer I get to her pussy the quicker her breaths come. She likes the anticipation, likes to be teased.

When I let my tongue run between her lips she moans.

“Jesus.”

Moving my hands to her ass, I pull her closer to me, dipping my tongue inside her as her thighs squeeze my shoulders. Her hands find my hair, gripping it as I move my finger up to her clit. I slowly circle it before pressing down on it as I delve deeper into her. Everything inside her tightens as she tips over the edge screaming my name. The sweet taste fills my mouth as I look up at her. Her head falls back as her chest is heaving.

While she’s trying to catch her breath, I stand up, pulling her legs so she lands on the floor and quickly spinning her around. Sinking deep inside of her, she groans, her hands gripping the edge of the counter as she presses her ass back against me.

I grip her tits, my fingers rolling her nipples as I thrust in and out of her.

“Rock!” she yells, her voice hoarse.

Hearing my name pour from her lips like that is like an instant shot to my dick. I’m close but I want to get her there again. My one hand moves down to her clit slowly rubbing it as the other moves up to her hair. I grip it, pulling her head back to me. “Come apart for me again. Let me hear you scream.”

Her pussy tightens around me before she screams out. I follow her, a low growl sounding from my chest as I finish.

Both of us collapse onto the counter too exhausted to even consider moving.

Chrissy slides out from under me. “Thanks for the food, and the sex.” She winks with a smile. “You need to leave though.”

What the fuck.