Chapter 7
Avery
The next morning...
I’m awoken by strong fingers and a large, rough palm rubbing all over my naked flesh. His big, chunky silver rings are missing, having taken them off prior to lying down. The caresses feel so sweet; I burrow back towards it, to be met with an enormous, strong body. I can’t believe it, but Ares actually stayed the whole night. He never stays, always dipping out, mumbling how he doesn’t cuddle ‘cause it’s for pussies and he don’t have one. This makes the second night now that he’s stayed the entire time.
This morning I’m the lucky lady, lying completely exposed between these two incredible men. I have my gorgeous Silas, who’s the love of my life on one side. Then I have Ares, who I’m quickly falling for, even though I know I shouldn’t be, resting on the other side of me.
I try to keep my feelings in check, but it’s so hard. I don’t know if it’s because I’m a woman and I get more emotionally attached, but it feels like Ares is a part of mine and 2 Piece’s relationship. I don’t know if that’s good or if it’s bad. I’m hoping it’s a very good thing that I have feelings for him after what I heard in the bathroom yesterday morning. I don’t know if they were both in there jacking off at the same time or if it there was more happening, but it was sexy as fuck. Once I heard the moaning, I couldn’t help but reach inside of my panties to play with my clit, pleasuring myself to their sounds of ecstasy.
Then I pretended like I was asleep when they came out. I didn’t want to embarrass them if they really were in there jacking off. Some men don’t care, but others are weird about women knowing that they’re handling their business. I’ve never heard of men doing it together in the same room though, so I’m thinking they were doing more. They could have easily woken me up, to join in with them if they wanted to have sex.
My thoughts are drawn away from yesterday, as Ares’ hand slides over my tummy, pushing the sheet down as he goes. He heads straight to the bare juncture between my thighs. Adjusting my legs a little, I part them, giving him just enough room to slip a few thick fingers through my pussy lips and inside of me. As he pumps them inside a couple times, I coat his fingers in my wetness. My hips follow his fingers each time he tries to pull them free, craving more.
After a moment, he pulls his hand away, and I’m met with the warm, round tip of his cock, begging to enter me from behind. Adjusting more on to my side, I move so he can slip inside of me. He pushes in deeply on his first thrust.
Drawing in a heavy breath as he enters me, Ares stretches my pussy further to accommodate his size. My God, he feels so amazing. He rests his palm on my thigh, using it to help him tenderly drive into me.
Ares is being so soft and slow with me, the bed’s barely even moving. 2 Piece snores away, unaware anything is happening. It’s kind of an even greater turn on watching 2 Piece, knowing he’s right in front of me as Ares is sliding inside.
I can’t believe how freaking large he is, it brings a little pinch of pain each time he seats himself fully inside of me, feeling as if he’s all the way into my stomach. He’s never had his cock in my pussy before; he’s only ever taken my ass or my mouth. A completely new set of feelings explode through me, knowing that this is another step we’re taking toward a point of no return.
His lips whisper over the delicate skin on my neck, bringing on an onslaught of chills, stimulating my body with each thrust, as his skilled mouth kisses me or his wet tongue caresses my ears, neck, and back.
My pussy pulses with each plunge, weeping in sweet pleasure and silently begging his cock for all it can give.
The sensations are beyond fantastic, having him taking me so gently, when he’s only ever been rough with me. I feel cherished and loved, though I know I should only experience those kinds of feelings with 2 Piece.
Skirting his hand up my stomach he palms my small breast, occasionally tweaking my stiff nipple, and with each soft pinch, I bite my lips, barring down to keep me from calling out in ecstasy and to stop me from admitting my feelings to him out loud.
“I want you, angel,” he murmurs, and my pussy clenches tightly around him in a frenzy at the sound of his rough voice.
“Hmm.” I mumble quietly so he knows that I hear him, but also so I don’t stir 2 Piece from his sleep.
Ares enters me again, running his fingertips over my skin until he cups my pussy, applying pressure to my clit with his palm.
Gasping out, I can’t stop it; he hits the perfect spot everywhere. As he rubs his hand in slow circles, I feel like a huge tidal wave is coming for me.
“You need to be mine; you both need to be mine.” He croons softly in my ear and at his words and the meaning behind them, I explode, my orgasm taking me so high I feel like I could float off of the bed.
He plunges into me powerfully as I ride through my orgasm. He sucks on the back of my neck as he seats himself fully, drawing my hip into him forcefully, filling me full of his seed.
After a moment, his taut body relaxes, and I feel his hot breath on the back of my neck as he pants. Ares tucks me into his body, wrapping me up in his arms, my body so small compared to his huge one. He doesn’t squish me though. No, he holds me as if I mean the absolute world to him, and it’s so precious to feel important.
The hard part is that it makes my feelings for him grow even deeper. I know I can’t have two of them, but fuck if I don’t want them both.
“You okay, angel? Did I hurt you?” he whispers.
Pulling myself free, I shift so that I’m facing him. He keeps his arm around me and I’m enveloped in his warmth. Peering into his dark irises, surrounded by thick lashes, I swear I see love shining in them. At least I pray that’s what I really see and not just what I’m hoping to see.
Tenderly, I bring my small hand to his face, rubbing over his scruffy black trimmed beard; I can’t help but smile at him. He leans into my touch, just like he always has, and I absolutely adore the fact I bring him some sort of comfort. I don’t know what it is exactly, but I’m grateful it happens for him.
I can’t believe this beautiful, caring man has a nickname like the butcher. People truly have no clue about him. I think he’s misunderstood and deserves to be loved. What would 2 Piece say if he found out I’m falling in love with one of his brothers? Would he hate me, would they want to throw me out of the clubhouse? I’m so scared I could lose both of them.
Ares bends, until I’m close enough to lean up slightly and meet his mouth. His lips aren’t thick, but just perfect enough so that when I kiss him, I feel as if I can’t possibly get enough. He takes control of our kiss and I love every minute of it. He’s still tender, enough so that I melt inside and if I were wearing any panties, they’d probably be on fire by now.
Pulling away slightly, I nod giving him a small smile. “I’m good, Air.”
“Good. I mean it, angel; you’re not just his, but mine, too.”
“I can’t talk about this right now.” I whisper, my mind getting more confused and cloudy with what his words could mean.
He looks a bit unsure for a brief second, then his features smooth out, back to the confident Ares I’m accustomed to. “Okay, I’ll give you a little time, but eventually, we’ll discuss all this.”
“Okay.” I agree instantly, ready to move past the subject.
Ares kisses me softly one last time, pulling away and then he stands.
“Where are you going?”
“To my room.”
“Because I won’t discuss it all right now?”
“No, babe. ‘Cause I need to take a shower and get shit done. 2 Piece needs to get some rest, so I’mma be quiet and bounce.”
Biting my lip, I nod and scan over his face. I don’t want things to get awkward just because I’m not ready to talk.
Ares gets his dark jeans and socks on, tucking his handful of rings into his front pocket. He holds his black leather biker boots and his T-shirt in one hand. His body casts the perfect shadows in the dawn light, accenting and highlighting his Spartan like muscles adorning his body. He could be one of the sculptures you see in a museum somewhere, all smooth ridges and hard definition. His body may be magnificent, but I know that his heart is even greater.
“Ares,” I call, carefully climbing from bed.
“Yeah, angel?” Pausing, his eyes glaze over with heat, as he watches my bare body come closer to him.
“Ares, are we good?” I repeat his own question, placing one hand on his tattooed chest and the other on his cheek. I have to know if this is going to be an issue. If so then we need to fix it before it gets worse. I can’t handle not having him in my life like normal.
“Yeah, Avery, we’re good, angel.” He retorts sincerely and gives me a quick, chaste kiss on the lips.
I drop my hand as he pulls away. He gives me a soft, sated smile, which I answer with my own before he disappears out into the dark hallway, off to his own room, alone.
Closing the door quietly, locking it, I head to the bathroom. As much as I love Ares, I don’t want his cum dripping down my legs when I go back to sleep next to Silas. I have to talk to him and tell him that I want them both. I just pray he understands that I’m still utterly in love with him and that it won’t change, just because I need Ares, too.
THREE HOURS LATER…
I’m woken up to sloppy puppy kisses all over my face and Lily getting a mouthful of my hair, tugging until I shriek in pain. Freaking dog, she must need to go out. Peeling my tired eyes open, I glance around for 2 Piece, only he’s nowhere in the room. It’s silent, minus the dog, and smells strongly of his body spray. The guys must have had something happen for 2 Piece to not wake me up before he left the room.
Yawning, I sit up and pat Lily, while I attempt to pull on my grey yoga capris and a white tank top lying at the side of the bed. Fuck it, I’m in a biker club, no need for a bra this early. I doubt everyone will be up or here anyway. Most of the guys sleep until noon if they don’t have to work. Only a few are early risers.
“Come on, girl.” I stand, slipping my feet into my cheap plastic orange flip flops. Lily’s either starving or has to pee. I’d rather attempt the outside trip first. I’d hate to be wrong and she pees on the floor in here. 2 Piece would probably flip out and rent a shampooer, cleaning the entire room and floor for just one little spot.
I help her into her black harness that’s decorated with pink skulls and hook up the leash. We’re training her to walk with it, so we started her out at a young age.
We make our way down the long hall and trek through the bar. Halfway through the room, I overhear a conversation I never thought I’d hear in a million years. Ares and 2 Piece are whisper shouting in a heated discussion and don’t even notice us.
“Did you tell her yet?”
“No. I tried to early this mornin’, but she wasn’t ready to talk, brother.”
“I told you, Ares, I have to be honest with her. I love her ass way too fuckin’ much, man. She has to know ‘bout us, or I can’t keep doin’ it.”
“2 Piece, I told her I wanted ya’ both. Give her a little time to think it over, for fuck’s sake. Just calm your shit.”
I hurry Lily along, not wanting to hear any more of a conversation that they think is private. Clearly, it sounds like 2 Piece won’t have an issue when we do finally talk about it. It sounds as if we each want the same things together, but we’re afraid of what the other will say. We have to fix this and soon.
We make our way out of the enormous metal back door, where Lily usually goes to the bathroom.
I can’t believe what I just overheard. That’s freaking crazy. Ares and 2 Piece? What does that even mean? Have they been seeing each other without me? Is that what was going on in the bathroom? It hurts to know they haven’t told me about it, but I have to admit it really turned me on yesterday imagining them together like that. It would mean that I could have them both. Fuck!
We make it out into the grassy area. Lily runs ahead, excited as usual. I’m lost in my own thoughts of how everything is going to play out or what could possibly happen. I’m caught off guard as Lily starts growling a low rumble of warning; she’s been slowly learning to growl from when she plays with the guys. Ares has been working on some sort of training methods with her when he has her, and she’s been learning all kinds of new stuff.
Her short black hair fluffs up along her spine as she starts to bark. She’s never alerted me to anything before, and I get spooked and quickly glance up.
I’m met with the creepy green eyes from the same scary-looking man I saw at the grocery store standing about twenty feet away from me. This time, however, he’s not alone, but accompanied by another stringy-haired guy. Wearing sinister grins, they both appear extremely pleased that they’ve caught me outside alone. The only thing I can think of is to scream bloody fucking murder and hope someone hears me. My body crawls with the thoughts of what they may do to me if they catch me.
“2222222222222222222!” I bellow frantically and hastily follow up with, “Areeeeeeeeeees! Hellllp!” I wring my hands together, clenching them into tight fists as my voice hits a pitch I didn’t know it was capable of. My nails digging into my palms reminds me that my ass needs to run and get the hell away now.
Lily’s leash drops to the ground as my heart starts to beat wildly, full of a fresh dose of adrenaline. My sandals slide a little as I take off running, pumping my legs toward the back door as fast as I possibly can. If they want me, then they’re going to have to catch me first, and then I’ll fight them with every last breath I have in my body. Ares’ proud expression from the church meeting the other day flashes through my mind, and I promise myself that I’ll have him gaze at me like that again. I won’t give in to these rat bastards.
These men are not here to be my friend, but to hurt me…especially after London clipped the one dark-haired guy with Cain’s car. I hear Lily start snarling and barking like she’s a grown watchdog, and I’ve never been prouder. “Lily! Come!” I shout behind me as I sprint the distance back towards the club door, pumping my arms wildly. Fuck, we’re never going that far away into the yard again.
The club’s back door crashes open, making a loud clapping sound as it hits the wall behind it. Ares comes thundering through it at full speed, his powerful thighs on a mission as they pound over the ground toward me. 2 Piece and Brently hurriedly come running right behind him. Ares looks absolutely murderous when he sees the guys trying to get to me.
2 Piece has one of his Glocks out already. He quickly rushes to me, tucking me behind him. “The fuck you doin’ out here?”
“Just walking the dog,” I squeak, but he doesn’t respond. He keeps his gun trained toward Ares and Brently as they charge the two creeps. If Ares or Brently get hurt, then 2 Piece will start shooting. I’m honestly surprised he hasn’t just shot and killed both of them already.
Lily runs toward me, spooked. She freaked out when the two guys ran past her. She was still in her spot holding strong, barking her little head off; I guess until she knew we were safe.. I squat down to pick her up and wrap her in my arms as soon as she gets close enough to me. Just a puppy and yet already standing up to protect me. What a good freaking dog. “It’s okay, Lily, you’re such a good girl.”
I watch as everything unfolds; it all happens as if in slow motion.
Ares
As soon as I heard the screech coming from out back, I knew something was off. The first thing that came to mind was that Avery was alone and unprotected. Thank fuck it’s morning; if the music or TV had been playing, we’d have never heard her.
When I open the back door and see them, I start to run for her. The way the pup was growling and barking, I knew right away that those men intended to harm Avery. Not the bitch I love…I don’t fucking think so.
I push my legs as hard as possible, driving them to charge at the fuck sticks, full speed. Throwing my fist out, I catch one of them in the shoulder with enough of an impact he stumbles back a few steps before regaining his balance.
The other steps towards me and I punch him directly in the throat. He keels over right as Brently catches up. The guy’s bent over, gasping for air, and Brently starts wailing all over the dude’s head and back. Fuck it, whatever works I guess.
This little slimy fuck matches the description of the white bike Twist gave me yesterday after he was able to catch the tail end on him. The guy steps toward me, and I raise my foot, sending a swift kick to the guy’s stomach.
“Who the fuck are you,” I bellow.
“Fuck you,” he spits out and comes at me again. He punches me in my stomach, but it doesn’t faze me. I’ve been doing this shit for way too long to have one hit be able to fuck me up.
“My turn motherfucker,” I growl.
Latching onto each of his ears with my hands, I bring his head to mine, head-butting him in the nose. He goes down quickly, blood oozing out of his nose, going everywhere. The moment he hits the dirt I give him a few swift, hard kicks in the ribs. It’s enough that I know a few are cracked if not broken. It’ll at least slow him down enough so that I can get him to the shed and tied up.
I’mma saw this motherfucker into tiny pieces, then feed him to the pigs at the farm. Thinkin’ he can come around here, fucking with my family, with my fucking club. No way, not fucking happening.
His gun peeks out of the back of his pants, so I swiftly snatch it up and tuck it into my own pants. Glancing over to Brently, I find that he’s kicking the other guy all to hell. The guy’s face is completely covered in blood. Hell, at this point, I don’t know if he’s even alive anymore. Brother has a lot of anger trapped inside of him after all that Twisted Snake MC bullshit went down. I still can’t get over how they carved Brently’s stomach up, threatening the club president’s son with gutting him. Fucking people never learn.
“Yo, Brently, stop brotha’ we need ‘em alive so I can fuck with ‘em for information. Gripping his arm tightly, I wrench him away from the guy on the ground. He’s unmoving, so he’s not going anywhere. Brently turns, ready to strike at me, but I catch his arm before he can. “Pull yourself together!”
He nods, swallowing. He takes a step back and pulls on his bloody shirt in an attempt to straighten it. Yeah, like that will fix that shit. I learned many years ago to always wear black. Those white shirts are good for nothing, they just get greasy or bloody in this way of life.
Twist comes walking around the corner, eyes widening in alarm and then to excitement when he sees what’s going on.
“Twist, go get me some rope.”
“All right.” He takes off to the shed.
The guy at my feet lets loose a painful groan.
“Trust me, it may feel like it hurts now, but you ain’t got no fuckin’ idea what I plan to do to you. Just wait. You’ll learn a whole new meanin’ of pain by the time I’m done with ya.”