Chapter Eight

Noah

 

Shannon was going to have a baby. My baby. Images of her danced through my head… Her hair tied back in a ponytail… Her glasses perched on her nose… And her hand rubbing the big and round home of our baby.

 

Our baby.

 

“Hey, Noah, you going to listen to what’s going on?” Jude shoved my shoulder and pointed to Joker who was standing at the front of the room going on and on about some new deal he was trying to make with new growers in the area. Running pot didn’t have much money in it. The real cash was in the powder.

 

I shot Jude a warning glare, crossed my arms over my chest, and refocused my attention on my president. As much as Joker pissed me off most days with his inability to see the big picture, he did seem to have a head for business when it came to running the drugs. He had contacts I couldn’t imagine, and none of which I would want anyway. He talked with some pretty nasty people. And crossing them usually meant you lost more than just a limb, which made it even more confusing to me that he wouldn’t care about this shark constantly attacking our single riders.

 

Especially since it seemed like an easy fix. We could go out in pairs when making small deliveries. But when I had suggested that to him, he shot me down. He said he couldn’t spare two members for such a small delivery. Then he launched into some rant about increasing our membership – getting new members and maybe patching in some of the prospects that hadn’t earned the patch yet. Like doing that would give him the numbers to start protecting the current patched members.

 

When I joined the Death Angels after being discharged from the Marines, it hadn’t had anything to do with brotherhood. I had plenty of that shit in the military. Some of the closest friends I made were back in the Marines. But I had to give that shit up when I joined the angels. No, I joined them for the thrill, for the mindless excitement. Fighting on the front lines might have given me some nightmares, but it kept my adrenaline pumping all the fucking time. And after watching friends die and innocent people be blown up, I needed the mindless entertainment.

 

I was done playing the hero.

 

But I had clawed my way up to a full-patched member. I put in the hard work and did the shitty jobs, so no, I didn’t like the idea he was toying with – letting the prospects just waltz into a full-patch. Why did he need to increase our rank so much? As far as I knew the club was doing pretty damn well.

 

According to my pay, the club was more than in the black. So why so tight on using members for the runs? Why put our necks on the line? And why the hell would he want the inexperienced to start taking on jobs they weren’t ready to take on?

 

“So, here’s the deal, guys.” Joker paced in front of us. His face looked more aged, like he just finished an all-nighter for the third time in a row. “I’m making some pretty big contacts. Going to bring this club to a new level. Between the drug runs, the gun runs, and this new contact, we’ll be living high on the hog.”

 

I looked over at Jude, who seemed just as taken aback as me. “You buying this shit?”

 

Jude shook his head and leaned closer to me. “No, something’s not right. Look at Tommy.”

 

I glanced over at Tommy who sat in his seat, next to Joker’s chair, wearing a blank expression.

 

The thing with Tommy was that, if he showed no expression, it was because he didn’t want you to see how pissed he was. I never saw that man try to hide any sort of pride or joy. This new road Joker was talking about, it didn’t sit right with him. And since he probably knew a hell of a lot more about it than we did, I doubted I disagreed with him.

 

“So, what do you think he’s not telling us?”

 

''Everything probably.” Jude shook his head again and went back to paying attention to Joker who was wrapping things up.

 

Once Joker had finished saying everything he wanted to say, he turned the floor over to John. John shook his head and declined to speak. He wasn’t showing support for this new road, and everyone in the room knew what that meant.

 

With the meeting over, Jude and I went over to the lounge to get a beer. I hadn’t told him about Shannon yet. Wasn’t sure if I would or if I should. As demanding as I was with her, and as confident as I was when I talked to her and told her I wasn’t going anywhere, I wasn’t stupid either.

 

If she really wanted to keep me away from that baby, she could. It wasn’t like I didn’t have a history she could use against me. If she wanted me to stay away, she could move. But I’d follow.

 

“Have a job for the two of you.” Joker walked in between us and grabbed my beer, taking a long swig of it, then put it back down. “I got a buyer on the east side who needs to double his usual order. I need this to get to him, so why don’t the two of you go together.”

 

“And if that shark guy shows up? You want us to take care of them?” Jude asked, with a little more hunger in his eyes for the kill then the thrill of the ride.

 

Joker shook his head. “No. I doubt he’ll show. But if he does, leave him be. He’s probably just some stupid vigilante. We’ll deal with him later. I just need you to get the shit to my guy. No drama.”

 

I turned on my stool, resting my elbow on the bar and giving Joker a hard stare. “You still don’t care about how this guy keeps messing up your runs? How much money have you lost because the shit has been taken from us?”

 

I didn't mind running drugs for this guy. It gave me that rush I needed to get through the day, but something else was going on here. Something he wasn’t telling the club. And lying got my hackles up.

 

Joker ran his fat tongue over his yellow teeth and narrowed his eyes at me. Full-patch member or not, I didn’t have the ranking to be questioning my president. Not so openly and blatantly anyway. But I was on edge. Maybe because of Shannon. Maybe because this shark-ass kept getting in our way. Or maybe because I just didn’t trust Joker so much anymore.

 

“I’ll worry about the shark. You worry about doing your job and getting the run done without landing your ass in the hospital again.”

 

I clenched my fist but didn’t make a sound, didn’t even give him a glare. Going up against him head-to-head in the clubhouse wouldn’t get me anything but a beatdown.

 

“We got it, prez,” Jude spoke up. He looked between Joker and me, then back to me before putting a stool between us.

 

I couldn’t tell if he was trying to protect Joker or save my ass. He knew I wanted to know more about why no one came to the fucking hospital to get me. Joker just left me behind. He didn’t know if I had that shit in my bike or not. The amount of powder he had me carrying that night; I would have been locked up for twenty years or more.

 

Joker eased off – even put on a plastic smile and patted my shoulder. “I know you do. Finish your beer, then meet me in the back. I’ll load you up.” Joker fixated his eyes on me waiting for the proper response.

 

“Yeah. You got it, prez. Ten minutes. We’ll meet you.”

 

Jude backhanded my shoulder once Joker was gone. “What the fuck are you doing?” He sat back down on the stool and grabbed his beer. “You can’t just imply something’s not right with what he says. Patched or not, he’ll have you hit.”

 

“That doesn’t piss you off?” I asked. “When we patched in, shit wasn’t like this. The president couldn’t just take down a guy because he questioned him. Since Joker’s been holding that gavel, it’s like we’ve been under a damn dictatorship.”

 

“Yeah, I know things are different now. But he’s the president, and if we got a gripe, we have to be careful. Let’s just get this run over with. I’m meeting up with Tracy afterward. That chick has some long-ass legs. And a sweet ass.”

 

I huffed out a laugh and motioned for a new beer, pushing away the one that Joker had wrapped his nasty lips around.

 

“Feisty that one, isn’t she?” I asked.

 

Tracy had come after me, looking like she was going to try to beat the hell out of me when I had seen her at the bar with Shannon. Not that she would have gotten far; not just because I don’t hit women, but she couldn’t have taken me down. She was a friend of Shannon’s and had just been looking out for her.

 

So, I couldn’t blame Tracy for her temper. It actually made me feel better that she was with Shannon. She would keep her out of trouble, keep her safe. Although I wondered what kind of trouble Shannon would actually get herself into. That girl was just so damn innocent.

 

“She is one hell of a Hellcat.” Jude laughed. “Wild spirit, gorgeous – just what I like in my women.”

 

I didn’t mind a lot of spirit in my women, but wild meant unpredictable, and that meant uncontrollable, and that meant danger. I doubt Tracy would have been so responsive to my belt as Shannon had been. Tracy had been really pissed about the marks I left behind. I’d forgotten to ask Shannon what she told Tracy about that. Her springing the baby on me had made me forget.

 

But if I was going to make a go of being with Shannon, of getting to have a place in our kid’s life, she was going to have to rectify Tracy’s opinion. I did not beat women. I disciplined my woman, but only when she wanted it and earned it. If Shannon hadn’t been so responsive, I wouldn’t have continued the delicious assault.

 

Jude and I finished our beers and went out back to get our bikes loaded up. Joker had tried some light banter with me, but I wasn’t in the mood. I didn’t like whatever he was peddling, but I’d kept that to myself. For now.

 

The highway was empty, barely any cars, street lights dimmed. I kept an eye on my back, expecting to see the shark to show up any second. But he never showed. It was the first time in weeks that Joker had let two of us go on a small run, and a shark didn’t show. Interesting.

 

We made the drop and headed back to town. Jude had sent a message to Tracy to meet him at the bar, and I could use a drink before I went home. I hadn’t seen Shannon for a few days. I wanted to give her some space. But I wasn’t quite ready to go back to the quiet of my house. It was tempting to ride over to her place and just push my way in. I had said I would be over whenever I wanted to be, for whatever I wanted. But it had only been two days, and I figured I would give it another day or two before I showed my cards again.

 

The bar was pretty empty for a Thursday night; usually, the college kids from the town overfilled the place. Tonight there were just a few stragglers. However, when we walked in, I saw her straight away.

 

Shannon.

 

She sat at the bar with Tracy, sipping a drink. I assumed it wasn’t alcohol because she was smarter than that, and it was almost midnight. She should be home sleeping.

 

I marched passed Jude, straight for Shannon, and wedged myself between her and Tracy. She looked up at me with some shock in her eyes. A soft pink covered her cheeks when she realized it was me. It was like she had just been busted smoking a cigarette in the girls’ bathroom.

 

“Hey.” Her lips curled into a soft smile, but the guilt in Shannon’s eyes told me she knew she should be at home.

 

“It’s almost midnight,” I stated in a hard voice.

 

Behind me, I heard Jude talking to Tracy, urging her to step away.

 

“It’s fine, Tracy. It’s okay.” Shannon glanced over my shoulder, completely avoiding my eyes.

 

I hadn’t told her that she couldn’t go out to bars with her friends or that she couldn’t stay up late, but she was pregnant. She needed rest. She needed to not be in a smoke-filled room with a bunch of assholes whose main objective was to get in her pants.

 

Jude managed to get Tracy to go with him – to a table on the other side of the room – but I could still feel Tracy’s glare on me. Yeah, Shannon was going to have to change that real quick. She and Tracy were friends, but I wasn’t going to keep putting up with Tracy’s attitude towards me. Again, I didn’t really blame her – as far as she knew I was a complete asshole – but Shannon would have to enlighten her.

 

I was only an asshole when I needed to be.

 

“You should be home in bed,” I told Shannon again.

 

“I just got off a shift. Tracy and I stopped for a drink. She was going to meet Jude. I was going to go home once he showed.”

 

The tightness in my shoulders relaxed, and I leaned against the bar, giving her a grin. “Were you hoping to see me?” I already knew the answer; she was so easy to read.

 

She picked up her drink, placing the straw between her fuckable lips, and took a long sip of her Coke.

 

I focused on her lips wrapped tightly around the straw, sucking hard. Yeah, we needed to get out of there.

 

“Tracy drive you?”

 

She nodded.

 

The tension went back into my shoulders. “How were you planning on getting home, if Tracy was meeting Jude?” If she told me she had planned on walking, I was going to tan her ass right there in the bar.

 

“Probably a cab,” Shannon answered, but something in her eyes told me she knew I would be there.

 

Maybe she’d had Tracy ask Jude? I’d figure all that out later. Right now, I just wanted to get her on the back of my bike and back to my place.

 

“Let’s go.” I cupped her elbow as she slid off the bar stool. She didn’t fight me; instead, she smiled up at me.

 

I laughed. “Are those pregnancy hormones starting to kick in?”

 

A fresh blush appeared on her cheeks.

 

When we got to my bike, I strapped my helmet on her and helped her on the back. The whole way back to my house, she had her arms locked around my waist. It felt good being held onto so tightly. Having her body pressed against mine felt right.

 

It only took five minutes to get to my house from the bar. I lived away from the clubhouse, closer to town. I helped her off the bike, unstrapped the helmet, and escorted her into my house. She had been quiet since we left the bar and I wondered if she was nervous. She had never been the one to make the first move. And she obviously had been waiting for me. But I wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth. If she wanted me, she was about to have me.

 

Once inside, I removed my colors and dropped my vest on the couch. She stood in the middle of the living room fumbling with her fingers, like she didn’t quite know what to do next. I doubt my girl had ever played the seductress before.

 

Not one for small talk or foreplay, I closed the gap between us. I slid my hands into her hair, pulling your head back and crushing her lips with mine. Her delicate hands pressed against my chest, not to push me away but just touch me.

 

When I pulled back and looked down at her, her lips were swollen, her breaths heavy, and her eyes wide. “Is that what you were looking for tonight?”

 

“I – you haven't called.”

 

I pulled on her hair harder. “That’s not why you were at the bar tonight.” When she kept silent, I knew I would have to push her a little bit more. “You needed something. But what? Do you need a spanking to tell me the truth? Cause I can get my belt off. Or I can give you a nice spanking, get the burn nice and warm, get your senses awake, and then fuck you until you scream. Is that what you wanted? Is that why you were at the bar?”

 

Her hands slid down my chest, to where my belt was buckled. With nimble fingers, she undid the belt, keeping her eyes locked with mine. A deep red blush crept up her slender neck and covered her pretty face. As soon as my buckle was undone, she unbuttoned my jeans and shoved her hand inside.

 

As soon as her fingers wrapped around my cock, I groaned. Fuck.

 

“I saw how you sucked on that straw back at the bar. Is this what you wanted?” I asked, finally seeing it in her eyes.

 

My pregnant girl wanted to suck my cock.

 

She nodded.

 

“No. Say it. I want the words.” I tugged her hair harder.

 

Instead of a cry, she gave me a moan. The sweetest sound I’d ever damn heard.

 

“I really want to suck your cock. I’ve been thinking about it all day.” It was whispered, but I heard every word.

 

I grinned but didn’t laugh. This was new territory for her, and I wasn’t going to turn her off by making light of how hard this probably was.

 

“Pregnancy hormones at their best.” I kissed her again, then swooped her up into my arms. “Not here,” I declared when she started to protest.

 

I carried her down the hall into my bedroom and deposited her on the bed.

 

“Strip down,” I ordered and went to my closet.

 

While I dug around, I heard her obeying me – a rustling of clothes falling to the floor behind me. I found what I was looking for and turned back around.

 

Holy fuck.

 

She was on her knees next to the bed, her legs spread and her fingers already playing with her pussy.

 

I shook off the shock and growled. “No.” I walked over to her and gently slapped her hand away from her clit. “You don’t touch what’s mine, sweetheart. And that pussy is all mine.”

 

She put her hands behind her back, under her ass, and sat back on her heels. It was like she couldn’t trust herself not to touch herself if she didn’t secure her hands.

 

Lucky for her, I had that covered.

 

I stepped around her and squatted down, unraveling the coil of rope I had grabbed from my closet.

 

“How many times have you fucked yourself without asking permission?” I asked from behind her.

 

I heard her breath hitch when I pulled the rope tighter. I checked the bond, making sure it wasn’t too much, and finished wrapping her wrists.

 

“How many?” I demanded when she hadn’t answered me.

 

“Every night.” She rolled her shoulders back. “And morning.”

 

Since she couldn’t see me, I allowed a wide smile to stretch across my face.

 

“So, four times?”

 

“And today at lunch,” she admitted softly.

 

“You fucked yourself at work?” Even I hadn’t jerked off at the clubhouse, but then again, I had a pretty endless supply of women I could wet my dick with if I chose.

 

“I can’t explain it; I’ve just been so needy.”

 

I tied off the rope around her wrists and grabbed her hair, tilting her head to the right, fully exposing her neck to me. I bit down on the tender flesh between her shoulder and her throat, groaning right along with her moan.

 

“I know how to fill that need. But you have to be a good girl. Do what I say. Understand?”

 

“Yes, sir.” She nodded as best she could with my hand still gripping her hair.

 

“That’s a good start.” I got back on my feet and moved around to stand in front of her. “Get up on your knees,” I ordered and finished unzipping my jeans, then yanked them down along with my boxers.

 

I kicked them off and tossed them on top of my boots near the closet. Shannon’s eyes were on me, clearly admiring and lusting for me. I let her look, enjoying the feel of her stare. My cock was hard and bounced right in front of her face. She licked her lips when she looked at it.

 

I fisted my shaft, stroking myself until a small bead of precum appeared. Stuffing it an inch closer to her, I brought it to her mouth.

 

“Lick it,” I ordered. “Don’t suck yet, just lick.”

 

She looked at me like I’d just denied her dessert. Her need was so fucking apparent and hot.

 

Her tongue slipped out between her thick lips, curling and flicking at the very tip of my cock. She took the small pearl into her mouth and swallowed.

 

“More,” I said and held my cock against her lips. “Don’t suck,” I warned again.

 

Her tongue reappeared, and with long lavish licks, she ran it up my cock from my fist to the tip of my dick. Turning her head to the side, she looked at each side of my cock before she went back to licking the head. She inched closer to me, wrapping her lips around the side of my cock while she flipped her tongue against it. I backed off and gave her a small tap to her face. Not hard just a little warning.

 

“I said no sucking yet.”

 

Her eyes lowered submissively. “I’m sorry, sir.”

 

“Just lick.” I moved closer to her again and released my cock, letting it bob against her mouth. It would be so easy for her to open her mouth and just take me inside. But she didn’t. She focused on licking every inch of my cock. Up, down, and sideways. She flipped the tip of her tongue at the base of my cock, and I groaned.

 

My need matched hers.

 

“When do you get to suck my cock?” I asked, gripping her hair and holding her head so that her mouth was just out of reach of my dick.

 

She looked up at me, her face serene and confident.

 

“When you say I do,” she answered.

 

I closed my eyes, letting the energy of her submission wash over me, carry me, and give me the strength I needed to continue. Because I wanted to thrust my cock down her throat and just fuck her until I came. I wanted it fast and hard and rough. I didn’t want to wait for her. I didn’t want to give her a little time to come. I just wanted my way. But that wouldn’t be good for her. That wouldn’t give her pleasure. And she’d been so good; she deserved pleasure.

 

“That’s right, sweetheart,” I said with a low growl. “Open your mouth.” I waited until her lips were parted and I rested the tip of my cock on her bottom lip. “Keep your mouth open like this. Don’t close it close when I hit the back of your throat. Just swallow. Blink if you understand; I don’t want to hear any more words.”

 

Shannon’s delicate eyelashes blinked and then she continued to stare up at me. “Such a good girl tonight.”

 

Slowly, I eased my cock into her mouth, pushing her head down on me as I thrust into her. When I hit the back of her throat, she started to gag, and I stilled.

 

“Breathe through your nose and swallow,” I instructed, and gave her time to adjust.

 

Her throat worked as she swallowed and she took a bit more of me. I nearly came undone. I clenched my eyes closed and breathed through my nose, counting to four before I continued. I pulled back, giving her a second to take a deep breath before I pushed forward again, slamming into her throat.

 

She coughed and sputtered but didn’t move away or cry out. I felt her swallowing me as I continue to fuck her throat. Hard thrusts, soft thrusts, long and slow. I enjoyed it. Every stroke I gave her was like the first. I pulled back, admiring the string of saliva hanging between her mouth and my cock.

 

“Lick that up,” I ordered, and like a good girl, she took every drop back into her mouth and swallowed.

 

Then she smiled up at me.

 

“I bet your pussy is really hungry now. If your hands weren’t tied, you could touch your clit. But your hands are tied. Why are your hands tied behind your back?”

 

“Because that’s where you want them.” Such a sweet, soft voice.

 

I growled and shoved my cock back into her mouth, down her throat, and fucked her face so hard she sputtered and coughed more than ever. But she took every stroke. She never cried out. She never tried to get away. She fucking took it all. I pulled out again, and she went right back to cleaning up the mess she made. She was too perfect.

 

“Your pussy needs attention.”

 

Pushing her shoulders, I got her on her back and pried her legs open. Lapping and licking and sucking every bit of her clit, of her pussy lips, dipping my tongue into her entrance. It was like I’d never eaten before and she was every bit of the nutrition I needed to survive.

 

She tried to snap her legs closed, but I held them far apart. I took her clit into my mouth and sucked, nipping and biting at it.

 

“Noah. Sir, I need to come. Please. Please. Please let me come.” Her hips arched off the bed, trying to take more of what I was giving her.

 

I shifted my body so that I covered her, my cock poised at her entrance. Framing her face with my hands, I made her look at me. “You can come as soon as my cock is buried in that pussy of yours.”

 

“Please hurry,” she begged.

 

In one smooth thrust, I was in, my balls slapping against her ass, completely buried inside of her. I grabbed the back of her knees and pushed her legs up until she was completely open and spread for me. I showed no mercy; I fucked her hard and deep and without any regret.

 

She cried out with each thrust, but her hips bucked up at me. Without having the leverage of having her feet on the bed, she wasn’t getting very far, but she wanted more. My girl was as hungry as I was.

 

Her pussy clenched around me, and I knew she was at the edge. I dipped down, crushing her mouth with mine and fucked her even harder, bringing us both to the explosion we sought. She screamed into my mouth, and I groaned as my cum filled her.

 

When I was spent and exhausted, I rested my forehead against hers, my cock slipping out of her pussy.

 

“I’m never going to get enough of you, sweetheart.”