Crystal

It's Friday and I'm feeling like a fool. Boomer is having a club party but hasn't mentioned it to me. I'm a little pissed and let it go because Morgan and I are apparently crashing it, then I'm leaving his ass. Bitches will be there, yet I'm supposed to stay home and be a good girl. I'm not getting played. I try not to cry as I drive to her apartment. It takes about an hour and we look like strippers. I love it because this is my fuck you to him. My heart hurts knowing he’s partying with these women.

"What are we doing here?" I ask as she parks in front of the clubhouse. My stomach rolls and I know it’s because of how I feel about him. I fell in love when he pulled up to my doorstep in Dallas. Now, I’m about to lose it all.

"We're going to the club party, duh," Morgan informs me, adding an eye roll for good measure before popping out of the car. I'm not in the mood to compete with experienced hoes. I tug on the skirt after getting out. My tits jiggle in my tight black top as Morgan tugs my arm. We have to walk through gravel which my heels don't appreciate.

I see two large guys standing at the gate. The first has a buzz cut and clean face. That hardly screams biker like Boomer’s appearance, but the guns on him tell a different story. He's got arms larger than my thighs. The other one has a thick head of hair, but his face has a little bit of scruff. The first guy shakes his head at Morgan. "You know he's going to be pissed when he sees what you're wearing,” he says, tilting his head towards her equally revealing outfit.

"My brother is overprotective, Beast,” she complains, flipping her hair to the side.

"Yeah him, too," he mutters, stepping aside to let us pass. Morgan stops and turns to the guys who noticed my outfit with appreciation. What I lack in height, I make up for in curves. Tits and ass for days and I wasn’t naïve about it. I may be innocent, but I wasn’t born yesterday.

"This is my friend, Crystal. Crystal, this is Beast and Boss." They both smile at me suggestively, but Morgan delivers a sweet grin before saying, "Oh fellas, I know she's fine and all, but Boomer will probably rip your balls off if you keep eyeing her. Just a fair warning."

"Oh shit. My bad," Beast stammers. For a big soldier boy, he got nervous about Boomer. I shake my head and follow Morgan to the main doors. She knocks, and another big guy lets her in. I cling to her arm because I’m feeling a sudden need to run. Boomer’s eyes hit my body immediately. I look to see him talking to another guy with a Steele Riders vest on and a bubbly blonde bitch trying to get his attention. He gives her a quick scowl that sends her moving along. I want to rip her over-bleached hair out. I ignore him and walk to the bar area with another muscle-bound man in an MC vest. This is what I expected. Bitches all over him. He wants this. I can’t even deal with it. I need to make my point then leave. I’m still planning to teach at the school, but there are other places here to rent. I’m sure Morgan will let me stay until I can find one.

“Give me a shot please,” I tell him.

“Of water,” Boomer growls behind me. He crowds my space, his body shielding me from everyone else while he places his hands on the bar. 

“You can go back to your bimbo. I’m not here to be felt up by you.” I emphasize the last two words which gets me in trouble. He leans in harder, his cock pressing against my back.

“The fuck makes you think I’d let anyone else touch what belongs to me?” he whispers into my ear before sucking on the lobe. My core clenches, making it hard to stay unaffected. He turns his head and hollers, “If you don’t want to lose your eyes, keep them off my woman.”

“I don’t belong to you,” I stammer, releasing a shiver. I’m so damn mad at him and at the same time, I’m weak for his touch. It only increases my rage.

He leans in again, his warm breath grazing my neck. “Yes, you do. I missed you so damn much, Tigress.”

“You didn’t seem to. In fact, you made it a point to exclude me from your ‘ho’ down,” I grit out, thinking about blondie whose cheap perfume I can smell coming from his forearm.

“Are you talking about that cheap broad trying to get my attention? You need to know something sweet little girl. I don’t deal with the chicks that come into my clubhouse. Any bitch that makes it her goal to get with any biker who’ll let her isn’t the kind of woman I want.” He spins me around, pressing my back to the bar. “You, on the other hand, fucked up by coming here dressed like that. That’s not how you went to work today.”

“What the hell do you care, Boomer?” I’m flushed as his hand moves to my waist.

“This is why you can’t come here, dressed like this. The clubhouse has rules and one is you don’t fuck in here. But I want to fuck you on every surface.”

“Is that your poor fucking excuse for not telling me?”

“No, Tigress. I’ve got no damn good excuse except that I want your attention only for me. And there are too many dicks around.”

“I can’t do this, Boomer. I can’t be with you.” I try to move past him, but he’s too strong. He cups my face and slams his mouth down on mine. Getting ahold of myself, I thrust my hands into his hair, dragging his head down even more. He grunts and lifts me onto the bar top, being careful to avoid my bruised side. He pulls back enough to look into my eyes. I’m so damn short that even sitting here, I’m at eye level with him.

“You know that’s not something I’m capable of agreeing to.”

“Well, I won’t be second to anyone. And you’ve shown me that I am. So, let me go.”

“You’re not. If you came about five minutes earlier, you would’ve seen me arrive. I only came to tell them I wasn’t staying. I hoped to take you on our first real date, but work went late.”

“And I’m supposed to believe that shit?” I ask.

“Damn right.” He presses against me as he takes out his cell, then with a couple clicks pulls up his text messages.

There’s a stream of them between Boomer and Jackson.

Jackson: Where the fuck are you?

Boomer: I’m still at the work yard.

Jackson: Dude, people are starting to show.

Boomer: Who gives a fuck? You’re there.

Jackson: You work too fucking hard.

Boomer: Tell me something I don’t know. I’m not staying by the way.

Jackson: Why not?

Boomer: Because I want to spend time with my woman.

Jackson: Can’t blame ya. She’s fine as fuck.

Boomer: I’m gonna bust your mouth when I see you.

Jackson: I’m just telling the truth.

Boomer: She’s mine.

They’re from forty-five minutes ago which makes me calm down.

He takes his phone and returns it to his pocket. “You know, once I’m in you there’s no going back. Fuck, I already know there’s not for me,” he states, a longing in his voice that sends a shiver of need through me. He slides his hands further up my skirt, grabbing my ass under the material. His strong hands own me and I’m trying to make sense of what he said, but all I can do is feel.

“Do you hear me?” Of course, I did, but I’m not sure I can believe that he’s serious. He’s got a long way to prove it to me.

“I’m not deaf. You made that clear a minute ago,” I inform him.

“No, I mean it. I’m going to fucking spread you wide and make you come before emptying my seed in you. You’re old enough to give me a family and you will,” he grunts out, rubbing his hands over the top of my thighs now. I’m doing my best to respond, but his mouth is on my neck and I can’t think about anything else but carrying his babies.

My motherly instincts are screaming, but I still need to hold my own because that’s who I am and always will be. This tough guy with powerful hands will just have to deal with it. “I’m not giving you a baby anytime soon. I’m on birth control, and I’ll stop when I want.”

“That’s fine, Tigress. At least we’ll get in a lot of practice. But soon, all you’ll want are my babies,” he warns me. Fuck, my pussy clenches at the thought.

“Whatever,” I mumble, completely ready to be possessed. I slam my mouth to his this time. His hands roam all over me until I’m moaning and toss my head back.

“We need to get out of here before I fuck you on the bar,” he says, pressing his head to my chest. Instantly, I’m pissed, thinking of all the whores who probably got the growly, manhandling treatment in here.

“Is that your habit?” I snipe.

“Tuck those claws in. I haven’t been with a woman in years, even before I started the club and this town,” he says, and I want to believe him. It’s crazy and my mother would tell me how nuts I am if she knew. But I’ve seen him over this past week and there’s no sign of a woman in his house.

“Really? I call bullshit.” I can’t help myself. I’m young, not dumb.

“That’s the truth, baby. You won’t get a lie from me, ever.” He unbuttons his shirt, taking it off and leaving him in an undershirt, then hands it to me. “Put it on,” he orders.

“No,” I bite out, clenching my teeth.

He presses it to my chest. “Calm down before I spank your ass. You remember one thing—around my men, I’m your king. When we’re alone, I’m your servant. Now, put it on before I fucking punch every one of these fucks in the jaw.” I slip it on without giving him any more grief. He kisses me hard, binding me to him as if it’s sealing my fate. It doesn’t matter because as far as I’m concerned, I’m his.