Chapter three
Nicole
What the fuck was that? She'd have to get to a bathroom, fast, because she was pretty sure her juices had soaked through her shorts. In her room, she pressed her hand between her thighs to try and stop the throbbing. She was slick with juices and he'd only touched her for a second. She could still feel the heat on her stomach, a perfect path mapping where his finger had wandered.
This is what she got for not having sex in nine months. She must be in some type of withdrawal. Her body was craving his. She told herself it was only physical because the guy was clearly a jackass. How did he manage to fluster her so quickly? He pushed through the front she had put up instantly, no one had ever affected her like that. She wouldn't survive her time here in this state. There was only one thing for it.....get it over with by getting under him, then get on with her life.
Nicole had never been prudish and accepted sex for what it was. Sometimes it showed emotion between a couple and sometimes it scratched an itch. It didn't have to be complicated. There was a rawness to Duke that made her body quiver. She could only imagine what state he could put her into if she gave him a chance. She'd have to make it clear that she wasn't looking to hook up randomly with the brothers. She hadn't met many of them yet, but she was confident that none of them would affect her like Duke had. If they did, God help her. Accepting her fate that she was going to give it up for Duke and pretending she was reluctant and not the least bit excited or nervous, she opened her tiny window and lay down on the bed.
The cool breeze was a nice relief on her heated skin. Turning her mind to their conversation, she had never given a thought to how spending time with Riot MC as collateral would be perceived here. She should have, it was foolish of her not to. She'd heard enough talk about Fallen MC while she was there. This could definitely become a problem if it became general knowledge.
They could treat her as some kind of informant for Riot. If they did, her time here would be miserable and no doubt, painful. They could also see her as a commodity, like Duke suggested. It would be incredibly stupid and dangerous if she ended up between rival MC’s, especially when she wasn't guaranteed protection from either. If Riot found out she was here she was positive that Wrath, their president, would have her hunted down to find out what she knew and what she'd divulged. The odds were that she wouldn't get to walk away from an encounter like that.
She hadn't been collateral for Riot for two years. If she told Fallen anything and it turned out to not be the case anymore then they could accuse her of setting them up or working with Riot, neither of which would be true. This was a lose-lose situation for her and she'd avoid it at all costs. No good could come from it. It all came down to trust. If Fallen trusted her information, or if a Riot trusted her to not spill any information. She had nobody's trust.
She didn't give her trust easily and neither would any of the brothers in Fallen, but something in her trusted Duke not to screw her over and she prayed he would keep it to himself. It was in their nature as an MC to be suspicious of the unknown and critical for their survival. She sure wasn't going to advertise being with Riot around Fallen, that's for definite. Now all she needed was for Duke to keep his mouth firmly shut. He had seemed to understand her reluctance to share. Getting caught up between two rival MC’s was the most dangerous situation to be put in.
In the back of her mind, she recalled her Dad saying his dealings were exclusive with Riot. That had obviously been bullshit. Much of what he said usually was. Most of the members of Riot MC were scary bastards, particularly Wrath. He'd taken a liking to her instantly and she'd spent most of her days trying to hide from him. She only faced him when ordered to. Luckily, he spent most of his time high or drunk and she was quickly forgotten when she hid. She was fortunate that being collateral only made her their slave, as they called her, but not a sex slave. Some of the brothers had tried enticing her with offers of drugs and money but she'd never sink that low or give it up for any other reason than that she wanted to. She wasn't a club slut and there because she wanted to be. She had no loyalty to them, so they had to be careful how far they pushed.
Curse her bastard father for putting her in this situation again. She was ever so slightly grateful that he'd made a deal with Fallen instead of Riot again. She didn't feel threatened by this club. She was wary, it'd be stupid not to be, but she felt a certain amount of assurance that she wouldn't be harmed, at least by the men. Those bitches hadn't taken kindly to her presence and bitches were never to be trusted or underestimated. They only cared about themselves and any standing they thought they had within the club. They'd turn on each other like starving dogs with the slightest provocation if they thought it would favour them in the eyes of the brothers.
She guessed tonight would be telling if she was right in her verdict about Fallen MC. She sure hoped she was. The alternative wasn't very appealing. The fact that they were having a Sunday barbecue seemed almost family friendly, yet Duke had mentioned about being 'squeamish' and that didn't fit into her scenario.
She couldn't believe it was Sunday. When she'd heard one of the skanks mutter it to another as they were entering the bar earlier about the monthly Sunday barbecue, she'd almost demanded to see a calendar. Whatever Slam had drugged her with had caused her to lose Friday night and most of Saturday. No wonder she felt well rested. She'd have to give him some friendly advice to check his dosages in the future. There's no way they wanted her to be out for twenty-four hours.
She figured her time-out was almost up. She needed to get her hands on a clock or preferably her cell phone. No doubt she wasn't going to see that thing for a while. The quickest her Dad had ever recovered her was eight days and she didn't believe he was going to break that record any time soon.
Reluctantly pulling herself from the bed, she changed into her cream, tailored, mini shorts and another Fallen black tank. She paired her combo with her nude stilettos. Her friend, Sandy, said she must have been born wearing stilettos because she'd never seen her wearing anything else. Looking into the mirror she decided that it was pointless doing her full make up if she would just sweat it off, so, she added another layer of mascara and a touch of eyeliner, making hers eyes pop. She smoothed her hair best she could and put it into a high pony, she would be cooler that way and it wouldn't fall into whatever filth or spilled drinks she'd be told to deal with. She was happy with the overall result.
Taking a couple of deep breaths and giving herself an internal pep talk, Nicole left her room and headed back to the bar. Entering, she noticed a few women and brothers had arrived and some of the tables were covered with bowls of chips and peanuts. There were some empty glasses littered about already. She knew straight away she'd have a lot of cleaning up to do later. Thank god they had hard wood floors throughout, she couldn't stand the smell of carpet cleaner.
It was smoky and the classic rock music playing outside was quite loud, it gave it a good atmosphere, kind of like a local town bar. Duke never told her what she was supposed to do when she returned so she made her way through the room to work behind the bar. As she'd stocked it she knew where everything was, plus it kept a barrier between her and everybody else until she got the lay of the land.
A few brothers started to notice her entrance and greeted her with catcalls and whistling. She surreptitiously scanned the room for Duke, Prez or Slam to check her duties with. They weren't around though so she'd stick to her original plan. Fallen had some seriously good looking brothers, it was like a casting call for Calvin Klein. Four brothers were propping up the bar, she stood a couple of feet down from them and made eye contact with the guy already serving. He was short for a guy, well built with a shaved head. A vicious looking snake tattoo came from inside his top and curled round his neck, ending with its head just above his ear.
Clearing her throat she asked loudly, "Can I help?" She didn't want to wait around to be told what to do.
"Sure. Get your ass back here. Who are you anyhow?" The four brothers stopped talking and started listening to them. She threw them what she hoped was a dazzling smile.
"I'm Nicole. I'm here as collateral for Nole Fletcher." She thought she'd get that out of the way early so they knew that she wasn't a new club slut, word would spread. Men could gossip just as much as women. "What's your name?" He didn't have a cut to read. He must be a prospect.
"Cobra." She should have guessed.
She turned to the brothers. Cobra introduced them. "This is Hollywood, Bones, Digger and King."
She did a small wave. They were all hotties in that ‘throw you down and show you who’s boss’ kind of way. Bones, Digger and King were different shades of blond and all burly. Hollywood was gorgeous. He had midnight colour skin, was ripped to the back teeth, golden brown eyes and a perfect smile that made her melt just a tiny bit.
"Can I get any of you something?" She started feeling awkward just standing there staring, not doing anything.
"Sure doll, I'll have another Jack with ice." Pouring a healthy measure she slid it along the bar to Hollywood. "Another beer for us,” came from Digger. Popping the tops she handed them the beers.
Hollywood moved closer to where she stood. "They're some fucking beautiful eyes you've got." Approving grunts came from the other three. "What did you do before you came here?"
"Nothing much. Just agency work really. Odd jobs here and there. Can't hold anything permanent when this keeps happening." She knew it was best to be straight and honest. Bikers don't respond well to bullshit and inconsequential blabber.
"Sorry to hear that, doll. Your daddy's a crook, pure and simple, and a shit one at that but he has his uses occasionally. Spreading that shit to his kid just proves what a fuck up he is. Gotta cut ties." If she had a dollar for every time she'd heard that she could pay off her Dad's debts for him.
She kept talking to them for a while as she served others who came to the bar. It was easy and enjoyable. They kept her entertained. She found out that Hollywood had an old lady and that Bones, Digger and King were all single and called the Musketeers.
"They are gonna be three lucky ladies who bag you guys." They eyed each other and looked amused by something.
"Don't want three, just one would suit us." King spoke up. Nicole couldn't help her mouth dropping open in shock. Was he saying what she thought he was?
"By the look on your face darlin', you get it. We're already a triad. We'd love a bitch in the mix, bringing some sexy curves into the relationship. When we find the one we want, we'll make it permanent. Besides, we all want a big family and the comfort of a woman. Got all the love in the world for these pair but we want a bitch to love too."
Bones put it all out there for her and she was slightly jealous of whoever they ended up with already. She couldn't help but imagine the three of them pleasuring a woman and each other in a sexy display of pure passion. It would be quite the show and one she wouldn't mind being in the audience for.
"Fuck, that's sexy." She slapped her hand over her mouth, cursing her verbal diarrhoea and blushed scarlet.
They chuckled at her embarrassment. She'd never heard of an openly bi-sexual biker. She was sure that these three had no worries, no sane bastard would mess with them.
"You wanna give us a try? Gotta say, I think your curves could be a perfect cushion for us." King winked at her. "We could give you quite an education."
She laughed. "I can barely manage one man, let alone three, but thanks for giving me something to dream about." She winked back.
She could feel eyes burning into her. Nicole looked past King to the booths where she saw Duke, Prez, two women and a couple of brothers she hadn't met starting to sit down. She instantly flushed and felt her nipples pebble as she let her eyes wander over Duke. Again, she cursed not having a bra.
King followed her eye line. "Prez gets served at the table and that includes whoever's with him. That's his old lady, Shel, and Hollywood's old lady, Jewel. Duke is VP and the other brothers are Shred and Kick."
Just then Prez caught her eye and jerked his chin at her. She made her way towards them joined by Hollywood. His old lady, Jewel, jumped from the booth into his arms, wrapping herself around him. She could tell by Hollywood's face that he adored her. A big part of Nicole wished that she'd have that someday. Leaving them to it, Nicole stood next to the table and asked what everyone would like from the bar. Her skin became more sensitive the nearer to Duke she was. She was sure her nipples under the her tank were nearly bordering on obscene right now. She felt like she was smuggling bullets. When everyone ordered she was relieved to be returning to the bar, even though it would be for just a couple of minutes.
It looked like Duke was going to get to his feet, but Kick beat him to it. "I'll give you a hand." Putting his hand just above her ass, he led her back to the bar. She ignored Kick's hand and kept repeating their orders in her head. She didn't need to fuck this up and the way her head was cloudy with Duke, she was bound to get it wrong if she didn't concentrate.
Duke
He'd never had a problem with Kick, yet he was ready to beat the fucker black and blue when he touched Nicole. He sensed her as soon as he came in and had been watching her smiling and talking with the Musketeers. Her hair was back now and it showed off her long slender neck that he wanted to mark up with nips from his teeth. He could have watched her for hours, it was like she put him in a trance. She had an innate grace moving behind the bar, serving his brothers. He needed to sort his head and his dick out before he ruined his pants and had a mental breakdown.
When her eyes met his, he saw the heat flare within them and his cock wept in response. He couldn't wait to see the same heat looking up at him as he thrust his dick into her mouth. Fuck, his balls were starting to hurt now.
Shel broke his fantasy by talking about Nicole to Prez. "She seems like an okay bitch. I know you said she's guarded, honey, and with a father like hers who wouldn't be? Her eyes are amazing. Can't even get that colour with contacts. I think Duke's noticed that as well. Or maybe it wasn't her eyes he noticed." She giggled and winked at him. "She doesn't strike me as a slut or someone who'd share it about. She seems to know what's expected."
Prez looked at her like she was a little bit crazy. "You got all that from the two fucking seconds she was over here? I'll never understand bitches."
"She knows what's what. I don't trust her father as far as I can spit, but she seems sound." Duke added.
"Now my VP's thinking with his dick.” He muttered. “It's all an act. She's been here two days and only been awake for one of them. She don't know nothin’. Not bothered anyway so long as she does what's expected and stays outta my way."
"You know she spent time with Riot?" Duke wouldn't hold back with Reaper, he was their president and the brotherhood came first.
“What?” Prez looked pissed, he obviously hadn't known. It was something Nole should have divulged when he offered her up as collateral. The fact that he didn't was going to send a lot of shit his way.
"Yeah, she was open about it. Spent three weeks with them. Got the impression she'd sooner chop off her arm than go back." He recalled the slight fear that had momentarily dulled her eyes.
"Holy fuck! Do they know she's here?" Prez was getting riled. He spoke through gritted teeth.
Duke knew that if Wrath found out they had her secured in their compound he'd recognise what a danger it posed for Riot. That prick was a stupid hot-head and would think she'd been a spy for Fallen, he'd start a war to get her back. All bikers took retribution seriously. Not that Fallen wouldn't take advantage of the information that had presented itself to them so conveniently.
"Doubt it. They'd fucking kill Fletcher if they knew. He ain't going to disclose his deal with us. No way Riot would leave him walking if they found out. Fuckers can't have a clue she's here." Everyone nodded, agreeing with his assessment.
He watched Nicole and Kick cross the room with their drinks. Shel told her to sit with them for a bit. Kick pushed into the booth next to her, resting his arm on the top of the booth behind her. She'd paled slightly at the invitation and was jittery in her movements. His hands were in tight fists, he wanted to knock Kick the fuck out and pull her onto his lap. He tried to snap himself out of his train of thought. He needed distance for club business, to look at issues from all sides, rationally. At the moment all he could think was blowing up everyone at Riot MC to keep her safe and burying Kick for being so close to her. This new need to possess and protect was starting to grind on him. She's pussy, that's all.
He knew she wouldn't be happy that he'd shared with Prez, but the club came first. Always. If she was going to survive here she'd have to find a way to deal with it and deal with it fast. He wasn't a patient man and wanted her out of those clothes sooner rather than later and that wouldn't happen if she was pissed with him. His breathing sped up as he thought of pleasurable ways to persuade her.