CHAPTER SEVEN
Dixie Rose
I lean back against the headboard. I found out from Dad the boys would roll in tonight, and I’d spent a good portion of the day sexifying Echo’s room. I can’t in good conscience shack up with him yet, but I can do this. He wasn’t the only one feeling lonely on those long nights.
The door opens and his saddlebags hit the floor.
“Welcome home, Echo,” I say.
His eyes widen.
I smile. “Surprise.”
He takes in the room and a grin breaks out on his face. Then he stares at my shirt. “I can’t believe you still have that.”
I run my hand down the worn and faded Kings of Chaos tank top. “Found it in my old dresser when I first got here. Little did I know, I’d have a cause to use it.”
“I remember when you claimed that for yours,” he said, stalking over to me. “The first time I took that sweet little pussy of yours and made it mine.”
My face flushes at the memory. He’d been so patient and thorough. No man had ever known my body better, or made me come so hard.
“Does your body still remember who it belongs to, D’Rose?”
I bite my bottom lip and look up. “Does yours?”
“You laying claim on me now, baby?”
“It’s only fair, right?” I push up from the bed. “But first, we need to get rid of that road dust.” I grab the edge of his cut, relishing in the fact that he allows me to. “Let’s get you clean, so we can both get fucking filthy.”
He moans. “Shit. You know I love it when you talk dirty to me, girl.”
I lean forward and flick his lips with my tongue. “I know. Tonight is all about you, Daddy.”
He growls.
His quirks and perversions are my own, because sexually, this man built me from the ground up, tailor made me to fit him. I had a freedom with him I never managed to accomplish with anyone else. I could never trust them entirely.
“You know what I like, don’t you, little girl?”
“I remember everything you ever taught me.”
“Oh, yeah?” He reaches down and cups a handful of my bare ass. “Show me.” His teeth nip at the sensitive flesh on my neck.
Instantly, my breasts grow heavy. My pussy slicks and I struggle to focus on him. I pull away. “Unh-ah, not your turn for control yet.” I dance away from his arms and point to the toilet. “Sit, and let me draw you a bath.” He sits and I bend over, giving him a nice view of my ass as I run the water, testing the temperature. The thing I love most about Echo was that no one trumped the other in the relationship. We catered to each other. His hands caress my cheeks and I can’t help but wind my hips.
“Keep wiggling that ass and I’m going to take you right now,” Echo says.
I stand and move over to him, slowly pushing his cut down his arms. Taking the worn leather, I carefully fold it and walk out to set it on his dresser. I step back and stop in the doorframe to admire the way his muscles flex in his back and his ass as he slips into the tub. After gathering his clothes I take them to the laundry bin. Echo has faults, but tidiness has never been one of them.
Perched on the tub, I turn off the water then grab the sandalwood soap and a black washcloth. I dip them both into the water and get a good lather going.
His eyes are glued to me as he leans against the back of the basin.
I start as his neck, enjoying the strong chords there. The boy has become a man, twice as big, and even firmer. My thighs are slick with my desire, and my body is humming.
He remains still, allowing me to care for him.
No words are needed between us. I can see all I need to know in his eyes.
He’s tired and angry. The roads can be rough. The stress combined with the distance and the drama that usually goes along with it wears on a man. Couple that with the shit going on with his family who were along for the trip and it’s a recipe for disaster.
I lean forward and bite his bottom lip, stopping just shy of drawing blood.
He purrs like a jungle cat. The sound vibrates in his massive chest.
I move the cloth lower, washing his pecs in slow circles. I work on eroding the tension from his muscles as I continue to bite at his flesh, marking him. He needs to feel like he belongs to me fully and I to him. It’s a desire I understand well. I trace his rock hard abs and linger on his even harder cock.
“You’re playing with fire.”
“Maybe I’m hoping you’ll burn me,” I say with a wink. I stroke up and down, increasing my speed and adding a twist of my wrist. “I want to be your good girl. I have to make sure and get you nice and clean. I don’t want to miss an inch.”
He rests his arms along the sides of the tub, skimming my thighs with his wet fingers.
The droplets of water roll across my skin and down my legs. I shiver. My senses are so heightened every extra stimulation is foreplay.
“You’re so beautiful when you please me.”
His words fill me with happiness and strengthen my resolve to make this work. We pair well. “You know I like to please you, Daddy.”
“And tonight you will. I’ve been too long without my sweet girl.”
I want to curl up beside the tub and let him stroke my hair. I didn’t understand my inclination when I was younger, but I do now. I like to feel safe and controlled while retaining my power. In our relationship, I set the rules and boundaries. Echo’s job is to follow that blueprint, and push me to stretch outside myself. It helped me grow and cope when I was younger. Now, it sets my body on fire and challenges my mind. It’s a body and soul connection that makes me feel complete. I’m not submissive in any other area, so handing over that control is a relief. For the moments of play, I’m relieved and euphoric. I’ve craved this. Other than light kink and bondage, it’s been a secret stored in my closet from the men I’ve had in my life.
I release his twitching member and work my way down his legs, taking special care with his muscles. Their legs get so tense on long rides.
He groans and leans his head back. The look of pure enjoyment and trust are a work of art on this hardened man’s face.
I complete the bath, and lean back on my knees awaiting instructions. This isn’t a lifestyle for us, but I know the rules. It’s a world we like to explore in the bedroom, and we’re both the type of people who’ll do it right, if we do it at all.
I stare at the floor, waiting. My heart beat increases. My skin prickles with anticipation.
“Give me those eyes, D’Rose. I want to know you’re feeling this the same way I am.”
I glance up and he leans over and trails his knuckles down the side of my face. He cups my chin and applies slight pressure.
I lean my head back.
“You want me to show you who you belong to tonight?”
“Yes,” I whimper.
His eyes glint. “Then we’ll start now.” He stands, offering up his erect dick. The eight inch, thick shaft is red from the hot bath and the blood rushing to it. His mushroom-shaped head glistens with water and pre-come. “Suck me with no hands, and show me how much you missed me while I was gone.”
Placing my arms behind my back I lean against the cool tub. I hiss and lave him down with my tongue, moistening the canvas I plan on painting a picture on. I pay attention to the underside of his cock, sucking his balls into my mouth. He grunts, and I tug on them.
“Fuck, yes. You know what I like, don’t you?”
“Mmm hmm.” I pay his testicles extra attention and his dick goes impossibly hard. The bead of clear liquid formed on his slit tells me it’s time to move to stage two. Placing a gentle kiss on his sack, I move to his tip. I capture the salty sweat sphere and tease his slit. His hips move, and I retreat, circling the circumference of his head with the tip of my tongue. He grunts, and I treat him like a lollipop, licking and swirling until he thrusts forward. I slide my tongue down the edge, working to draw this warm-up out as long as possible.
“You got such a clever fucking mouth, babe. Stop teasing and take this dick.”
I swallow him down, suctioning hard.
“Shit yes, like that. Such a dirty little girl, taking my cock deep into your throat.”
I force myself to relax, and accept his girth. I bob my head up and down, running my tongue over the underside of his shaft.
He buries a hand in my hair and pulls it taut. “Shit yes, take all of it.”
The pull makes me moan. He increases the rhythm and I allow him, eager to become a vessel for his pleasure. My core drips and I lose myself in the exchange occurring between us. His sounds of desire are my own.
“I’m going to come and you better swallow it all down.” He’s talking from between his teeth. He’s close.
He explodes into my mouth, and I swallow down his salty, sticky, sweetness. The fact that he’s eaten pineapple recently would make me laugh if I didn’t have a mouthful. He eases out of my mouth and I clean him gingerly, pampering his sensitive cock. He tugs gently and I rise to my feet. Releasing his hold, he pulls me to him devouring my mouth. I moan, pressing into him as our tongues tangle. He’d never been grossed out about kissing me after oral sex. It was his total acceptance of everything we did that allowed me to blossom…feeling safe and secure enough to uncover my own sexuality.
We part, breathing heavily and he steps from the water lifting me into his arms. “That was just the pregame event,” Echo says.
“You going to make me come, Daddy?” I ask.
“Until you pass out.” For some people, that would be an exaggeration; for him, it’s a goal. He tosses me onto the bed and slaps my ass. “On all fours, and keep that ass up in the air.”
I scramble to do his bidding, and wag my ass.
“You teasing me?” he asks, grabbing a handful of cheek.
I whimper. “No, Daddy, I’d never do that.”
He reigns down a series of blows and I all but melt into the mattress. My ass is blissfully sore and I’m soaked and primed. He smoothes his hand over the sensitive areas, setting off sparks inside of me. I gasp.
“You like it when I spank you, don’t you? Spread your fucking legs and hold on tight. There’s not going to be a damn thing slow or gentle about this, girl. I want you too bad.” He slaps my pussy with his cock and I moan. “So wet and ready for me, that’s good.” He pushes the tank top up and grips my neck. I brace myself against the bed. One quick thrust and he’s buried balls deep. I scream, enjoying the powerful invasion. He fills me to the brim and I meet him stroke for stroke, drunk off the domination and surrender. My body is his to do with as he pleases. He adjusts his angle and nudges the bundle of nerves inside me. My pussy flexes on its own, gripping him tighter. The pleasure builds and I fly off the edge screaming his name. He fucks me through the orgasm, stoking the fires once more before the flames have a chance to cool.
He pulls out and flips me onto my back. “I want to see your face when you come for me,” he snarls.
I spread my legs, amazed by the fierce creature crawling between them. He buries himself to the hilt, and I wrap my legs around his hips, hooking my ankles. My fingers dig into his flesh as we come together almost violently. He leaves bruising bites down my neck, staking his claim as he drives me into a frenzied state of need. I flex my muscles.
He growls. “Come for me, baby.”
I lunge forward, sinking my teeth into the flesh between his neck and shoulder as I explode around him. Hot jets fill me a few seconds later, and I’m lost to the hazy bliss that comes from a good, hard session of love making.
***
Echo
“How are things with the old lady?” Shadow asks while pointedly staring at my neck.
I laugh. “’Bout the same as yours, I’d imagine,” I reply, nodding toward the scratches visible just below the sleeve of his T-shirt. “Looks like you got your own war wounds going.”
“You mean love wounds. Ain’t war I’m interested in when I’m home,” Shadow says.
His response makes me snicker. “Never thought I’d see the day.”
“Yeah, well I could say the same thing for different reasons,” Shadow remarks.
“Fair point,” I say, conceding defeat as I drink my beer.
“You ladies done gossiping?” Stone asks playfully.
Shadow rolls his eyes. “You want to tell us why we’re here?”
“Got some new prospects coming on,” Stone explains.
“New blood?” I ask.
“Yeah, think your old man is trying to get right with me,” Stone answers.
“Where the hell is Mouth getting guys who want to prospect?” Shadow asks.
Stone shrugs. “Not my business what your old man does on his free time as long as it’s not interfering with the club. Considering who we’re talking about, I’m very okay not knowing. Your dad ain’t right in the head, son.”
“Figured that out a long time ago, P.”
“Good, at least one of you did.” Stone nods his head. “That brother of yours is following right behind him and taking orders like Mouth is his commanding officer. You should talk some sense into him while he still has a shot at turning things around.”
“He’s not hearing anything I say right now,” I reply.
“Make him,” Stone insists.
“You know something, P?” I ask, worried. It’s not like Stone to get so deep in people’s business.
He nods. “Mouth hasn’t been himself for a while now. If he goes down in flames, I don’t want Charm going along for the ride. I like the kid. He’s an asset to this club. I’ve seen it before, some members can’t handle change. I’m thinking your old man is one of them.”
“I’ll do what I can,” I reply, wondering if it’s already too late.
“I hope you’re not just blowing smoke up my ass and you mean it. Might be his last chance. Mouth’s seemed squirrely lately. Watch him, Shadow.”
“On it, Pres,” Shadow says.
Stone bumps Shadow’s shoulder with his fist and walks off to talk to other brothers arriving.
“That was weird,” I say.
“No, that’s good. He’s telling you if it comes down to it, you’re the Spencer he’ll endorse and keep on with the Kings.” Shadow’s eyes are narrowed and his frown is stern.
I want to pick his brain, but I know better. Enforcers can be a secretive bunch. Seems like things are starting to change around the club. I wonder if Hoss and our very public falling out have something to do with it. Regardless, it’s got me feeling like other people have my old lady’s back. I like that.
My father walks in with Charm following behind him like some kind of baby duck incapable of guiding himself, and two other men I’ve never seen. I’d place them both in their late twenties. With dark blond hair, blue eyes, and almost identical features, I peg them for brothers. Lanky, and unassuming in blue jeans and plain T-shirts they shouldn’t set me on edge, but they do. They both look like poster boys for the shitty beliefs my father is trying to peddle. What are you up to, old man?
I feel like a war is coming and we’re on opposite sides. We all file into church and I sit in the back, angled to see the center spot where the Pres is standing.
“Thanks for coming down, boys,” Stone speaks from the front of the room. “I’m here to make this short and sweet. It’s been a while since we had any fresh blood in here, and Mouth has found us two boys looking to join on. He says he can vouch for them. This here is Scott and Brett Brannon. Brothers and mason workers who own their own business. Scott is twenty-seven, and Brett is twenty-five. They have clean records, and a father who rides and taught them to respect the road from an early age on. Their Harleys are in tip-top shape, and they’re ready to pay dues, and be our bitches till we give them the yes or no vote. You’ll be seeing them around while they pledge.”
“Who are their sponsors?” Wizard asks.
“Mouth will vouch for Scott, and Charm is going to try his hand at sponsoring for the first time with Brett. We’re going to get them set up with a prospect vest today.” Pres turns to the boys and offers his hand. “Welcome to initiation, motherfuckers.”
We all burst into laughter.
The two boys look around wide-eyed. It’s a shock being the center of attention when you’re up there seeing all the brothers you’ll have to earn respect from. It can be a daunting task. Each brother values different qualities. So, you have to be everything to everyone for at least a good year. With them walking in out of nowhere, it’ll probably take twice as long.
I shake my head as we adjourn the meeting and head straight for the bar. “Whiskey neat, Bubbles,” I say to the dirty blonde ex-stripper who frequents as a bartender.
“Sure thing, Echo.” She walks away swaying her hips.
Her ass is nothing compared to my, D’Rose’s. Unimpressed, I turn away.
The stools near me fill up.
“These boys are going to do me proud,” Mouth says.
“Good for you,” I reply.
“You’re going to regret crossing us,” Charm chimes in.
“Can you even talk on your own, or is Dad’s hand shoved so far up your ass it’s just a ventriloquist act?”
Charm’s nostril’s flair.
“It’s a real shame when a family falls apart,” the taller brother, Scott, says.
“What’s it to you, Boy Scout?” I ask, mentally dubbing him Cyclops from X-men due to his ‘do good’ attitude.
“Just making an observation. You’d never see anything like this go down in my family. We know what to put value on,” Scott says.
“Good for you.” Bubbles sets the drink down in front of me and I throw it back. “As much as I’m enjoying our conversation, I have better things to do.”
Charm reaches out and grabs my wrist. “You might want to think long and hard about which side you’re on.”
I frown. “Side? Thought we were both rolling with the Kings of Chaos. You change your colors when I wasn’t looking?”
“I’m not the one who has a problem being loyal.”
“You saying I do? I love you, brother, but you sure as fuck don’t keep me warm at night or satisfied.”
Charm scowls.
I see so much of my father in him it makes my stomach roll.
“Never thought I’d be ashamed of you,” Charm says.
“I could say the same thing,” I reply. Our gazes lock and our childhood flashes before my eyes. Stone’s previous words echo in my head. I don’t want to lose him completely. “Look, Charm, I don’t want to fight. You’re my brother figuratively and literally. We don’t need to follow the same philosophies. You respect me and I’ll respect you.”
Charms eyes flick from Dad to me. I can tell he’s torn.
“Humph, might be a chance for you yet,” Mouth says.
I ignore my father’s words and remain focused on Charm. I’m extending an olive branch to hang onto a chance to save the fool from himself.
Charm nods.
Just like that, I have my second chance.
“You want to prove you can respect me? Stay for a while,” Charm says.
Shit. Last thing I want to do is stay here with my old man, and listen to him run off at the mouth, but this is about more than him. “Done. Bubbles, hit me again.” I settle back into my seat, and prepare to bite my tongue.
***
As I walk out of the clubhouse, I can’t help but feel like a traitor. I sat and bullshitted with people I know want me and D’Rose to separate. What does that say about me? Dad kept his racist mumble jumbo to a minimum, but he said it nonetheless. Am I selling my soul to the devil? I feel compromised and slimy. I’m supposed to meet up with D’Rose, but I’m wondering how the hell I’m going to look her in the eyes. Maybe she had a reason to stall on moving in with me after all.
I step out into the night, and peer up at the sky. I’m craving the road. That’s where things always make the most sense. So… I’ll take her with me. I tear out of the lot, and push my bike to its limits, weaving through the cars. The wind slaps my face, and the speed seduces me as it always does. Out here I’m free. I remember why I opted to join KOC. Yes, it’s in my blood and they’re my family, but more than that I can live on my terms.
Life is a fleeting thing. You can be here one minute and gone the next. Therefore, the only logical thing to do is squeeze every minute for all it’s worth. I pull up into her driveway and lean back on my bike.
As soon as the door opens she greets me with a wide smile. The flash of white highlights her velvet brown skin.
The look in her eyes chases away the anger and sadness I’d felt moments ago.
The floodlights surround her, forming a halo onto her dark curls. She’s dressed casually in a pair of ripped jeans, a black tank that stops a few inches above her belly, and an olive green vest. The vest tucked under her arm and the purse attached to her belt loops complete the book.
This is my woman, dressed to fit into my world and totally at ease.
“What?” she asks.
“Just glad to have you here.”
“Bull, it’s not like you to be so pensive.” She frowns. “Something happen today?”
“A lot. We can talk about it later. Right now, I just want you on the back of my bike with those long legs wrapped around me.”
She walks toward me. My eyes are glued to her swaying hips, lush body, and big breasts.
“I think I can handle that.” She drags her nails over the nape of my neck.
I pull her to me, kissing her hard. Her body relaxes into mine, and I savor the small victory. Little by little, I’m winning her back over and regaining her trust. We part, breathing heavily.
She wraps her arms around my neck and burrows her nose in my neck, inhaling deeply. “You smell good.”
I smirk and kiss her temple. “You smell good, too, babe.” I inhale her soft, feminine scent. “Best thing I been around all damn day.”
“That bad?”
“Hmm,” I say, noncommittally. If I get into it now, I’ll just get pissed all over again. “You up for a trip to Lucy’s Lookout?” The roadhouse is a favorite among KOC. It’s a biker friendly bar and grill with a killer view, good service, and decent prices.
“Yes, I haven’t been there in ages.” She climbs on the back of my bike.
I pull the bike away, enjoying her warm weight behind me. We navigate the streets, hit the highway, and I place my hand over hers. I never could stand any other woman riding bitch. Now, her silent support is something I depend on. Things are changing among the club, which always leads to a bumpy ride.