Chapter 1
Big John
“Oh, my God, Big John, harder! Harder!”
I stared down at the skinny white ass shaking against me as I plowed hard into her pussy. I wasn’t even certain what club whore I had in my bed, and I didn’t give a fuck as long as I got off. If she got off during the process, too, then more power to her. I knew that made me sound like a selfish prick, but life in the club had made me that way. Hell, it had made all the brothers that way.
“I’m going to come!” the girl wailed, and I had to wonder about the veracity of her comment. For all I knew, she was faking it. Her pussy was wet, but I hadn’t taken the time to play with her clit. Then I felt her fingers tickling my balls and realized that she’d probably been playing with herself.
The added stimulation to my balls did the trick, and I slammed into her one last time, grunting out my release in the condom.
“Oh, God! You’re the best, Big John!” she was still playing with her clit.
I rolled my eyes and pulled out of her, ripping off the condom to take care of it. I flushed it down the toilet, always had since one of the other sweetbutts had trapped a brother by using his spunk to get pregnant. I didn’t want to worry about that shit. I never intended to tie myself down to one woman, much less have a kid. That world wasn’t for me. Besides, I was too fucking old to be thinking about forever after.
I lived in the moment. Never knew when someone like me would meet my maker. As club enforcer, my life was filled with chaos and danger, and though I was the one who usually did the killing, it wasn’t lost on me that I could one day be on the receiving end of a bullet. In fact, I expected it. Couldn’t escape the reaper forever, not the way I lived my life. I protected the club, my brothers, and their families, in that order.
I heard the woman get off in the other room while I was taking a piss, and then turned to catch my reflection in the mirror. Shit, I looked like a fucking hermit. I didn’t mind my hair long, but my beard was bushy and halfway down my chest. With the holidays coming up, maybe it wouldn’t be a bad idea to trim it up a little. A new salon had just opened down the road, right before the town limits of Solon. According to the sign on the road, they were unisex.
“Big John.”
I turned to the woman who’d paused in the bathroom door’s threshold, posing like a centerfold pinup girl. I finally recalled that her name was Lucy, and she was one of the newer club girls. She’d replaced Marnie after Marnie had attacked Allie, Rock’s old lady, and had been killed by a prospect. That was a prime example of why a brother shouldn’t single out any of the girls. Rock had made the mistake of choosing Marnie as his main fuck, and she’d let it go to her head.
I was sure that Lucy thought that she was sexy, but she was too pale, too skinny, and had raccoon eyes that complimented the snarls in her bushy hair. Right then she was twirling a lock of her hair around her finger, biting down on her bottom lip with a gleam in her eyes that said that she’d like to go another round. I let my gaze travel from her large tits--which I had to admit were nice down to her wet snatch, feeling nothing, which was usually the norm for me after I’d come so fucking hard.
I glanced down at my deflated dick. “Not happening.”
She giggled and stepped further into the bathroom. “I bet I could change his mind.” The next thing I knew she was cupping my balls. “I know how you like it. And you know how much I like your big cock.”
I released a deep breath. Yeah, I was big, twelve inches big, and I wasn’t just long. The girth and massive shape of my dick went with the rest of my huge body. It was how I’d gotten my name. I’d just been patched in and was celebrating by making my way through the club girls, and then some. More than one had left my room swearing that they’d never had a cock as big. A few hadn’t been able to take it. Before the end of the night, the name Big John had filtered throughout the clubhouse, and the name had stuck.
“Get the fuck out,” I said, ignoring her pout. I pulled away and went back into my bedroom. “I’m done for the night.” I didn’t have time to coddle her, and besides, club girls knew the score.
As I slipped into my jeans I heard her heavy sigh, and then the door close behind her as she left. Thank fuck. I didn’t like dealing with women when they whined and wanted something that I couldn’t give them. If I’d fucked her again she might have taken that as a sign that I liked her more than the others, it wasn’t uncommon, and I’d learned a long time ago not to play favorites. Women were nothing but vessels for my over-sized dick. I fucked who I wanted, when I wanted, and made sure to spread myself out to the five club whores equally.
I was never going to find a woman to settle down with, because I wouldn’t give one a chance.
I went out to the clubroom to find Hawk and Rock at the bar bullshitting. There was no question that the brothers were close. Hell, the three of us were. I may not have been a patched member for as long as they had been, but I’d proven myself and worked my way through the club like a fucking cyclone. I’d known going in that I wouldn’t be content with a soldier status, I’d wanted a more significant role, and becoming the club enforcer suited me. With my background and skill set I was right where I wanted to be. I liked inflicting pain on the fuckers who deserved it.
I liked pain.
“Hey, brother.”
I gave Rock a chin lift. “What’s up?” I plopped my ass down on the seat next to him.
Hawk was the one who answered. “Too fucking much,” he growled with a smile on his face. “And I like it that way.”
I agreed. Peace was good, but war was what we lived for. Keeping our town safe, keeping our families safe. Shit in the club could go south at any time, and we knew that it was the little shit that kept us on our toes, that kept us primed and ready to protect what was ours. It hadn’t been that long since Rock, his woman, and his son had been threatened, and we’d had to destroy another MC to save them.
“You look like shit, brother.”
I laughed at Rock’s assessment. Since he had an old lady now, he--fuck, he and Hawk both--took the time to keep their hair trimmed and the scruff on their faces short. “Don’t know why, I just blew away one of the sweetbutts’.”
“Yeah, Lucy just came prancing through here practically naked, looking used and mumbling something about your big dick,” Hawk joked.
I shrugged. “Hey, when you have it…” I trailed off, leaving the rest to their imagination. “Beer,” I said, making eye contact with Joanne.
“We need to find you a woman. That will domesticate your ass.”
I glared at Hawk. He was my president, but some topics were off limits, even for him. “I just had a woman,” I snarled, taking the beer Joanne handed out to me and guzzling down half of it. When I was done, I slammed the bottle down onto the bar top. “And I don’t need to be domesticated.” Fuck, no. That was for other brothers who were tired of free pussy and variety. It made me wonder. “Don’t you brothers get tired of going home to the same pussy every night?”
Both men shook their heads in unison. “Hell, no, brother,” Rock admitted without hesitation. “Not when I have the sweetest woman in the whole fucking world waiting for me at home. It’s different when you meet that special someone. She ruins it for all others with her−” He paused, and gave a snort. “Listen to me sounding like a fucking therapist.”
Hawk and I both chuckled.
“Seriously,” Hawk began, rubbing the bottom half of his jaw. “It’s different, good different. It’s like their pussies have magic or something, making you crave only theirs. Trust me, your time will come, and when it does you’d be smart to embrace it. There’s nothing like it.”
I didn’t even hesitate, because I knew that something like that was not for me. “No thank you.” I didn’t need or want a woman that I couldn’t live without.
I didn’t want that.
I did need my beard trimmed, though.
“Either one of you been down to the new salon?”
“Some of the brothers have, said there was a real looker down there who made it obvious that she’d like to take a walk on the wild side.”
I snorted. Translation: she wanted to fuck a biker. Some women who weren’t associated with MC’s had no clue what we were about. All they knew were the rumors they heard, and that they wanted an adventure. All they saw was leather and bikes and they wanted a taste. I wouldn’t have been surprised if her ass hadn’t already been tapped by a brother. It didn’t matter to me, if she was that eager I was willing to bet she’d go with whoever showed interest. I was game. Variety and all that.
“You could use some cleaning up, brother,” Hawk said with a grin. “What with the holiday party coming up and everything.”
Yeah, the club’s old ladies were planning a big party that was going to take over the front of the bar and the restaurant for a whole fucking night.
“Unless you want to play Santa Clause,” Rock joked. “A dirty Santa Clause.”
I snorted.
“You thinkin’ about going for a trim?”
I gave Hawk a knowing grin. “Yeah, that’s exactly what I’m thinking.” We both knew that if I went down there, a trim was the last thing I’d be going for. New pussy tasted like heaven, especially before it got all used up. And she sounded eager and willing. I’d know the minute I walked through the door who she was, too. My size and cut would draw her gaze like a fucking magnet.
“You look hungry all of a sudden.”
I nodded. “Yeah, getting tired of the same pussy here at the club. It’s not as satisfying as it used to be. The thought of dipping my dick into something not so used up is pulling me toward a shave.”
They both snorted. I finished my beer and got to my feet. “Guess I’ll go check it out now. Got nothing else to do.”
The ride to the salon didn’t take long. The small two-story house was situated a little over halfway toward town. Someone had converted the lower half of the A-frame wooden structure into a salon, while it was rumored that one of the girls who owned the house lived in the upstairs apartment. I’d ridden past there during the night to see lights on upstairs, so I knew that was true.
Three girls looked in my direction when I opened the door, and I knew who the bitch was the second I saw her. She was wearing skin tight black spandex, the material stretched tight over her lower body, revealing a camel toe that looked damned uncomfortable. The tube top was just as outrageous, exposed by the opened half jacket she was wearing over it. Short blond hair was streaked with purple, framing a heavily made-up face that was smiling a welcome. I had to admit that she was beautiful, and she knew it, too.
She immediately began strutting my way, and I couldn’t help but think how uncomfortable her camel toe had to be. Unless that was how she got off. “Can I help you?”
“I,” not “we,” which told me that she wasn’t part of the team. She singled herself out as being more important than the others. Her husky tone was intended to be suggestive, and there was an eagerness in her dark brown eyes that promised she’d make my day if I let her.
I glanced briefly at the other two women. Both non-descript, obviously there to showcase the talents of the blonde bimbo. There was no competition between them and her. They were there to work, and nothing else. Their expressions were slightly fearful as they took me in. I knew they’d seen some of my brothers, but my bulk and six-foot five-inch height overwhelmed most men. Dressed all in black, my blonde hair and beard both out of control, I must have looked menacing to them.
“I don’t know,” I finally said, looking her up and down. “I came here to get a haircut.”
Blondie giggled, halting directly in front of me, and I was engulfed by the strong perfume that she was wearing. I didn’t care for that shit, and I guessed that my dick was of the same mind, because he hadn’t even twitched into awareness.
“I assure you that I can do anything you want done.”
“Jasmine, did you send in the new order?”
I glanced behind Blondie to see a curtain open. The woman who stepped through was a fucking goddess. She had shining, jet black hair piled into a messy, sexy bun. I couldn’t see her face because it was tilted downward, but her curves were fucking hot. The opposite of the skinny sweetbutt I’d just fucked at the club, this woman had full, womanly curves, the kind I could shape with my hands. Her tits were large, the buttons on the white silky blouse she was wearing were straining to hold them in. The material was sheer enough to expose the lacy bra beneath.
She was wearing a black skirt that clung to her hips and tapered down to her knees, leaving the rest of her gorgeous legs bare. Come-fuck-me heels and a few pieces of jewelry completed her outfit. She was glancing down at the tablet in her hands, but the second she glanced up, our gazes clashed. And I mean collided. Hard. Intense. Powerful. In an instant I could tell that this woman had been hurt, the pain was there in the vibrant green of her eyes. She was hiding something, protecting herself. She was on guard. She looked like she was ready to turn and run away.
Even while something else, something stronger, held her frozen with interest.
As I digested my ungrounded thoughts, I took in that her face was as stunning as the rest of her. She was flawless. Little makeup complimented her natural, sun-kissed skin and the rose color of her high cheek bones. There was a slight slant to her eyes that gave her an exotic look that sent heat surging through my blood. I didn’t like it, not one little bit. But my dick did, and I had little control over his awakening. Fuck, right there in front of them all he was stiffening and making his preferences known.
We wanted this woman.
I had half a mind to swing around, leave, and never come back.
“I sent it in this morning,” Jasmine said, turning to address her. “Should be here in about a week.” She turned back to me, putting the seductive smile back onto her face. “I was about to give this big, gorgeous hunk a haircut.”
The goddess nodded, pulling her gaze away from mine.
“Right, big guy?” Jasmine questioned, looking up at me.
I never pulled my attention away from the other woman, whose name I still hadn’t learned. “Her.” I lifted my chin in the direction of the goddess, whose gaze cut back to me with something close to fear. “She cuts my hair, no one else.”
Jasmine’s eyes rounded at my demand, obviously surprised at my rejection of her. “But−”
I snapped my eyes to hers. “No. One. Else.” A minute of awkward silence followed. I didn’t give a fuck.
“I-I’m sorry but I’m not here today,” said the black-haired goddess. I raised a brow, because she was definitely there. Guessing my thoughts, she added, “What I mean is that I’m off today. I only came down to check on an order.”
So, she was the one who lived upstairs. Nice to know. “And when are you here again?” I knew that I was being a prick, but I always got what I wanted, and for some reason I wanted this woman.
Badly.
I saw her swallow hard. I could just imagine the hitch in her breath and the quickening of her heart rate. She was afraid, I could sense it, but I could also sense that she was under the same fucking whatever-the-hell-it-was that I was. She was attracted to me, frightened by it, yet helpless to turn and walk away.
“Not until Friday,” she said in a too soft tone. Christ, we may as well have been alone. She ran the tip of her little tongue over her lip, and my dick punched forward.
I forced myself to relax, not realizing that I was all tensed up until then. I dipped my head. “I’ll be back on Friday. What’s your name?”
“Daisy Mae Flowers.”
I turned and got the hell out of there.