Wrecker
After our explosive gore sex, I let Harlee have her space. And I kept true to what I told her, not touching another woman. No matter how many times I’ve gotten hard the last few days, I’ve kept it in my pants.
Really fucking hard when there are pornos and strip shows happening all the damn time, not to mention all the moans from the women that are fucking their johns. It would be so easy to grab a woman around this place just to empty my balls, but for the first time in my life, I want to be the man Harlee deserves.
She has no faith in me right now, and I get it, my track record is in the shitter, but I’m going to prove it to her.
I’m enjoying the lesbian action on the stage, and I wonder if I could convince Harlee to get in on something like that. I would love to watch her 69ing with another bitch, while I jacked off all over them. Or while I fucked Harlee in that position, blowing my load while the other bitch went back and forth between my balls and her clit. Fuck, I need to blow my load something bad right now.
“Hey, man.” Turning away from the show I look at Cort and give him a chin lift.
“What’s up?” Repositioning my cock, I swing around on my bar stool.
“It’s been quiet. Ever since you mutilated that guy, there have been no signs of anyone else near this place. I had a few guys patrol around the area, again nothing. I tried to get a hold of Demon, but he hasn’t rung me back. Even left messages with Ash and Briggs.”
I frown. “He’s probably trying to solve this shit on his own. I’d take Harlee out of here, but Demon told me to stay put until he gave me the all clear.”
“Yeah, man, probably. Also, should let you know, your sister has been calling. She’s pissed you didn’t tell her you were taking off.”
“I never tell her when I leave town.”
“Well, she’s mostly pissed that you’re with Harlee, and she’s also scared.”
“Why the fuck she scared?”
“Think about it, if Harlee comes back, she’s gonna beat the shit out of her.”
Fuck, forgot about that. “I already told Harlee that shit.”
“And she was cool with it?” Cort looks shocked.
“No, ‘course not. My sister became a whore, got knocked up by the man Harlee hates more than me. I would be shocked as shit, if we got back to the clubhouse and Harlee didn’t knock her on her ass.” Harlee in a catfight would be hot. Goddamnit, I gotta stop thinking this shit. I have the worst blue balls right now, I’m just making it worse. Would Harlee be pissed if I just got a blow job?
“How is Harlee doing after that shit show the other day?”
I shrug. “She keeps to herself. Said she wanted space.”
“And you’re letting her? I wouldn’t, man, space can be bad. She’ll get all in her head, and then you’ll end up back where you’ve been with her.”
Fuck, he’s right. “Later.” I walk away without a backwards glance and head towards the room Harlee is staying in.
As I’m about to open her door, she walks out, and freezes at the sight of me. “Carter.” I smile at the use of my name coming from her lips.
“Princess, I was just coming to you.”
She nods and steps away from the door, allowing me in. “We should talk.”
I don’t like the way she says it.
“Let me talk first, okay?” Chewing her lip, she nods. She seems a little too calm. To assured. Even her demeanor is sad. Her shoulders are sagging and her confidence seems to be dead. Where’d my firecracker go?
I follow her into the room. It’s different than the room we had. Everything in here is white. I wonder if they put her in here hoping I’d keep it clean. We sit on a small couch next to the window.
I don’t hesitate telling her how I feel.
“I meant what I said to you. I want you, Harlee, it’s always been you for me. I let the club come between us. My dick, other women. I’m a fuck up. I get that now. But I would do anything for you.” I know what she did that night was to get back at me, I get it. Can’t be a double standard in our relationship. Her threat was clear, I cheat, she cheats. And I can’t handle another man being with her.
I grab her hands. “Say something, anything. Hit me, yell at me, just give me something, Harlee, I can’t be without you again.” Yup, there is it, I lost my fucking balls.
She stays quiet a moment turning my hand over in hers and stroking her fingers over the lines in my palm. “Would you quit the club for me?”
I flinch back. “Is that what you really want?” Fuck, please say no. After my shitty childhood, and basically raising Keisha, the club is the only family I have. Sure, I’ve been a prospect for way too fucking long, but they’ve always treated me good. Even before I signed up to be part of the club, they gave me a job, cleaning the clubhouse, just so my sister and I had food and clothes. They have always been a better family than my own shitstain parents. I wouldn’t give the club up for anyone, ever. Even if that means I have to prospect for longer.
“It is. Carter, you know how much I’ve hated the club since I found out about my dad. I know what that life is all about. Sure, right now you’re promising me the world, everything I could ever want. A faithful relationship. But we both know that’s bullshit. You’ll be on the road, fucking whores from other clubs.”
“Baby, I won’t! I give you my word, I won’t ever cheat on you again.”
She shakes her head. “You don’t know that, so you can’t say that. What if my father gives you another ‘fucking’ assignment?”
“Princess, only the prospects do that shit, once I get you home safe, your dad is patching me in.” I can’t even deny to her that if I remained a prospect, I’d still do it if they told me to. Anything to earn my patch.
“That’s even worse!” She yells. “We both know it’s disrespectful to turn down another club’s whore while you’re visiting. I can’t do it, Carter. I can’t be part of the club life. I can’t be with someone in the club.” She’s right. Other clubs, other charters, it’s known as a sign of disrespect if you turn down their pussy.
“You can’t make me choose, Harlee. That club is my life. You are my life. I need you both.”
“I’m sorry. My answer is no, Wrecker. I…I can’t be with you. Not like this. I won’t do it again.” Fucking hell, we were making progress, and then she resorts back to using my damn club name. I hate hearing it come out of her mouth.
I grab her to me, and squeeze. “I’m not letting you go, Princess. Fuck that. You’re gonna be mine, in case you haven’t noticed, I haven’t used a condom, not once since I fucked you back in that motel room. If I have to cuff you to me, I will.”
She struggles in my arms. “You can’t force me to be with you. A baby wouldn’t change that. It would only make me run further away this time.”
“Yeah, I fucking can. I wanted you to decide for yourself that you wanted to be with me, that you’d stay by my side, but obviously, I can’t even let you do that. If I have to keep you on lockdown for the rest of your life, I’ll do it. And if you have my baby you’ll damn sure raise him or her by my side.”
“Without me, you can fuck whoever you want.” She tries to reason. Even with her I could still do that if I really wanted to, but I won’t tell her that. Not when I’m trying to convince her to be with me.
“Harlee, the last two days, since you’ve wanted space, I haven’t stuck my dick near any other woman. Have I wanted to? Damn fucking right. All the shit that goes on around here, makes it impossible to not want to give into the temptation, but I haven’t. So, doesn’t that mean something to you?”
She pushes out of my arms, and this time I let her. “Oh boo fucking hoo, two days without sex. Let me guess, that’s why you came to me isn’t it? You were about to give into temptation.” My silence gives her the answer. “Why don’t you just go back on out there and fuck every one of those women then, huh?”
She’s pissing me off, and I almost want to walk away and do exactly that. But I don’t. “I’m not gonna do that, I want you, only you.” Her face softens and then I go and ruin it by saying, “Unless you’re up for a threesome, would be so fucking hot to ram into your tight pussy while another bitch is sucking your clit.”
“You fucking prick!” She smashes me in the jaw. Should have seen that coming.
I grab her fist as she goes to hit me again. “What, baby? You wouldn’t like that? Having a hot bitch getting you off while my big hard cock fucks you into oblivion?”
She’s so pissed, I can almost see steam coming out of her ears. “I’ve already had that before, and yeah, it’s fucking hot, never came so hard in my life. Hell, I’m always down to munch on some good pussy too. But for you to say that to me, while trying to be all sincere and shit, well, makes everything you said to me before total bullshit. You’re a piece of shit, Wrecker.”
I’m instantly hard now full on picturing the scene she described. Fuck, she’s the perfect woman. If she gives me that kind of shit, I wouldn’t even be tempted to cheat.
She finally says, “This is getting us nowhere.”
She’s right, we keep going in circles. “I love you, Harlee. You have to at least let me prove myself to you.”
She stares at me, finding truth in my eyes, and her anger vanishes. “I want to say no, I really do, but I’m not going to. I must be the stupidest woman on the planet right now.” She’s about to say more, but I don’t want to talk anymore. Two days without getting my dick wet, I need her.
I pull her to me, making her straddle my lap as I take us to the bed, and kiss her. “I fucking love you, Harlee, but right now, I need to be inside you.” With my words, she grinds on my lap, feeling how hard my dick is and she moans. Hopefully we have a few more days here before Demon calls and gives us the all clear to go home. I need to convince her into that threesome I’m dreaming of, even if it’s only a one time deal. I need to get it out of my system. My phone rings and I know it is probably Demon and I have to take it.
“I’ll be back in a few.”
I answer once I get of earshot of Harlee.
“About time you called. Can I bring her home?”
“Not yet, you gotta talk to her for me. You know she will kill me, Wrecker.”
“How did you get this number?”
“Demon came over to see Brayden and he’s passed out in his bed with him after reading him a book. I snuck his phone out of his jeans.”
“Goddamn it, Keisha. Demon will rip you a new asshole if he catches you.”
“He won’t.”
“I can’t deal with your shit right now. Got my own problems.” I hang up on her and go down to the bar to grab me and Harlee some drinks. We’re gonna need them if I’m going to talk to her about Keisha.
When I first found out about Keisha and Demon I wanted to murder them both. My baby fucking sister having the old prick’s spawn. I couldn’t stand to look at her. I don’t know what in the hell she was thinking. Maybe that was the problem; she wasn’t thinking. As much as I tried to steer her in the right direction, the older she got the more she took after our bitch mother. I had hoped being around Harlee would have made her run far and fast from the club but instead it only seemed to draw her closer.
Her friendship with Harlee kept her away from the life we hated, but once Harlee split town on the both of us, and changed her number, Keisha started to get out of control.
Demon swears he didn’t remember fucking my sister, he was too drunk. He was sick about it too, because he had treated Keisha like a daughter ever since her and Harlee became friends. More so after she took off. So I thought it was sick he fucked her, drunk or not.
Couldn’t do shit though, because he is my Pres, so I tucked aside my disgust and just did what needed to be done, for both Keisha and my club.
In truth, Demon might not even be Brayden’s father, it could be a number of different men around town, hell, even someone else in the club.
I know no matter how much talking I do, trying to convince Harlee to just stay away from Keisha, she won’t. And I have to let her do what she needs to do. As much as I want to defend my sister, my heart and loyalties lay with Harlee right now.