Chapter 1
Rider
Rolling myself underneath this fucking car for the third time that week had me fuming. What the fuck did this customer expect from us? If you didn’t take care of your shit, then it would constantly break down. With cars, you gotta change the fluids, change the oil, and maintenance the damn thing. When you ride a used car hard, you gotta make sure you know what you’re doing. It wasn’t my damn fault the customer wanted to drag race with some fucked up hooptie. And it sure as hell wasn’t my job to fix it up.
I was a mechanic. Not a chop shop.
“Third time this week,” Colt said. “That’s fucked up.”
“No. What’s fucked up is this guy’s put some bullshit engine with nitro-whatever in it, and it’s wondering why the bottom’s fucking falling out of this thing.”
“You serious?” he asked. “Let me pop the hood. Now I’m curious.”
“If you touch anything and this car collapses on me, you’re the one paying my funeral expenses, asshole.”
“Quit being a pussy. I’m just takin’ a look,” he said.
I heard the hood pop as I continued to fiddle around with shit underneath the car. It was an absolute mess, and I knew it would keep me here later than I wanted to be. I heard Colt whistling as he jostled some things around, trying to figure out what the hell this man had put in this car.
“Okay. Rider, get your ass out from under there.”
“I’m almost done with som-”
“Get your fucking ass out,” he said.
“Shit. What the hell’s wrong with you?” I asked.
I rolled out from underneath the car and held out my arm for Colt. He grabbed me, helping me upright and steadying me on my prosthetic leg.
No matter how long I walked on that damn thing, I still had issues getting myself up on it.
“Take a look and tell me what you see,” Colt said.
“Another one of those tests?” I asked.
“Just fucking do it.”
I sighed and rolled my eyes before I dipped my head into the car. I saw a suped-up engine and some bullshit that didn’t need to be there. I saw piped flowing every which way and a cracked radiator reservoir that would have to be fixed as well. Oil was leaking underneath the bottom of the car now, which made me grateful Colt asked me to roll out.
But then I saw what Colt was seeing, and I groaned.
“You fucking kidding me?” I asked. “We’re gonna have to report this, aren’t we?”
“Hell no. Gearshift Mechanic Shop doesn’t need any police poking around in here. Not with its association with the club. But, we are gonna alert the customer that we know about it and tell them to take their fucking bullshit elsewhere,” Colt said.
“You want me to do it? Or are you gonna?” I asked.
“I’ll do it. You just close it up and roll it out. Don’t start it. Don’t play with it. And you sure as hell don’t steal it.”
“Not a fucking problem.”
Every once in a while, people thought they could pull the wool over our eyes. Even though the mechanic shop was associated with The Fallen Reapers Motorcycle Club, the club ran everything legitimately. It was their only source of legal business, so they made sure to keep it that way. But there were people in the community who lived in the shadows and fraternized in the underground world that thought they could bring their bullshit here. They thought that because of our associated with the club, we turned a blind eye to when their cars and shit brought trouble into our place.
Like having a fucking storage compartment underneath the hood filled with heroin.
I slammed the car hood down and opened the driver’s side door. I slipped the car into neutral, pushing it out towards the parking lot. I had half a mind to push the fucking thing right into oncoming traffic, but I resisted the urge. I was still trying to get in good with the group so I could talk to them about becoming a prospect.
I wanted to be a part of The Fallen Reapers MC.
I parked the car and looked up just in time to see Colt throwing some skinny little asshole out onto his face. They were yelling at one another as I walked back into the shop, grinning and shaking my head. Colt was trying to send a message. Prove a point with that scrawny little kid. Gearshift Mechanics wasn’t to be messed with. Even though it was associated with a club, everything that came out of that shop was legit.
And no one was going to try and ruin that.
“You good?” I asked.
“Helped blow off some steam. Good news for you, though. That was your last customer for the day,” Colt said.
“Ah, the non-paying customer.”
“Oh, no. I made him pay up. He signed the bill to be done. Not our fault we came across drugs in his car. He paid for the work we quoted him on, and I told him to let that be a lesson. You’re getting paid. I don’t run my shop like that.”
“Good,” I said. “Because I need all the money I can get.”
“Saving up for a surgery or something?”
“Hell yeah, I am. My V.A. benefits will take fucking forever to kick in, and I’m sick of the scars running down my face. I can always get them to reimburse me, even if it is a year from now.”
“You’d think the government would treat you better after having you getting blown up off overseas.”
“You’d think,” I said with a huff.
“You comin’ out with the guys tonight?” he asked.
“Didn’t know the guys were going out. What time?”
“The usual. Eight.”
“At the bar, we usually go to?” I asked.
“Yep. That’s the one.”
“I’ll be there, then. Gonna go home and scrub this grease off first. Shit stinks.”
“Maybe that’s just your upper lip,” he said.
The two of us chuckled as I threw my rag over my shoulder. I started for my locker, getting my shit out of it so I could head home. Going out with the guys gave me the perfect opportunity to talk to them about becoming a prospect. It took me months to cope with the fact that an I.E.D. blew me on my ass in the field, leaving me with a scared reminder of the explosion and shrapnel all over the side of my body. The scars just snaked up my neck and went down my torso, so I was able to hide them depending on what I was wearing. But it took me even longer to cope with no longer being in the military in the first place. Everywhere I went, people treated me like I was damaged. Women would thank me for my service while children stared at my scars poking out from underneath my shirt. Men would shake my hand and pat my back will giving me some bullshit sympathetic look.
It was disgusting. I hated being treated like I was broken.
Restaurants offered me discounts, and bars handed me free drinks. And it was good for a while until I took advantage of all the free shit. I tacked on forty pounds and tried to find solace at the bottom of a bottle, but that shit didn’t work.
It wasn’t until Colt stepped in that I got my act together.
He offered me a job at his mechanic shop. Nothing special, just fixing up cars and doing oil changes. It gave me a purpose instead of sitting around and stuffing my face with all the free food I could find. My need for alcohol was replaced with a need for oil on my shirts, but that wasn’t why I stayed. My friendship with Colt spanned across years. We knew each other well, and he knew the toll of the scars took on me. But he also knew how important it was for me to be treated as if nothing had happened.
That was what the entire club did. They treated me like I was a regular man. They didn’t stare at my scars, they didn’t ask me dumbass questions like ‘what happened?’ or ‘how does it feel?’. When I was around them, it was like my issues didn’t exist. Like I was a whole man instead of a mutilated one.
It was some pussy shit, but it was the truth.
I had worked for the mechanic shop for a little over a year now, and I was ready to talk to the guys about joining up. I spent over a year proving myself to the club, and I felt like I deserved a shot at becoming a prospect. They were the only family I had now. They had taken me in when I had nowhere else to go and pulled me from the darkness when I didn’t even know I was slipping into it.
And I figured my military skills would be helpful for the other side of their business.
The Fallen Reapers had the mechanics shop, but they were also guns-for-hire. Any person or any town that wanted their services would use a very specific channel to get in touch with them. Any specialty someone could think of that went into protecting people, they utilized it. Snipers. Close-range fire. Stealth activities. Night vision shit. They were loaded with all the technology and armed themselves with people that knew how to use it.
What they didn’t have, however, was someone trained in close quarters combat.
That was my specialty in the military. Sure, I knew how to shoot a gun. Disarm a bomb. Pick a lock. But what I was good at was close quarters fighting. I could beat someone’s ass with one hand tied around my back. I could disarm them within second and pin them to the floor, rendering them useless. My senses were always alert, and I was always aware of my surroundings. It made me dangerous in the military, and it could be of great use to their club.
I went home and cleaned myself up, making sure I looked presentable. I didn’t need a fucking suit or some shit, but I wanted the guys to take my proposal seriously. I wouldn’t stroll up in there with a greasy shirt and black fucking fingernails and talk about being in their club. I needed to present myself with the same care and consideration I would take if they made me a prospect.
Everything was about appearance and how you held yourself during shit like this.
I’d come to know the core group very well through Colt over the years. Bruiser, Fender, Grave, and Jax were good people. Rough around the edges, but very serious about the protection of others. It was why I bonded with them as well as I did. It tapped into that military part of my brain that associated combat and fighting with something greater than myself. When I killed someone on the battlefield, I wasn’t taking a life. I was reassuring the lives back home that they were safe as long as I was around. As long as I was on the battlefield waging war against an enemy, they would be free to live their lives however they wanted.
Even if it was spitting on my own damn uniform.
They operated the same way. The Fallen Reapers put themselves in harm’s way so others wouldn’t have to. When a threat reared its head, they were the first to be called. If someone wanted something done under the radar, so the press didn’t catch wind of it, they got in touch with Colt. That resonated with me. The need to keep people safe from threats and those who wanted to do them wrong was all I knew for almost ten years of my life
It was a part of me I didn’t want to give up. Even if I was left with scars from my previous battles.
I put on a decent pair of jeans and a simple black shirt. Nothing fancy, but nothing grungy. I rehearsed my speech in my head as I adjusted my sleeves so they would cover the scars on my right arm. I hated that they made me self-conscious, but the thing I hated the most were the stares. That was why I was saving up for surgery. For something that would help me hide them more.
I took a look at the clock. It was a quarter to eight, and it wouldn’t look good on me if I showed up late. I grabbed my keys and my wallet, shoving them into my pockets before I reached for my jacket. The black leather jacket was something the guys had gifted to me when I first joined the shop. They said all new hires got one, but as I did more research, I found that wasn’t quite right.
It wasn’t the new hires that got leather jackets from the group. It was those they were considering as prospects. Or so I had deduced.
Colt had hired and fired a few guys since I had been employed at the mechanic shop. And none of them had ever received leather jackets. I got one coming in on my first day, and some of those guys had worked there for weeks before they were let go. And none of them had ever been gifted a leather jacket.
At least, not that I knew of.
It could’ve been a pity present, but I refused to believe that. The guys didn’t see my scars when they looked at me. All they saw was a man. And the more I hung out with them, the more I started seeing a man as well. I didn’t see a broken soldier, medically discharged from the military. I saw a strong, confident male who was making his way in the world.
They had done me a lot of good, and I wanted to do them some good in return.
I slipped my coat over my shoulders and started for my car. I had fifteen minutes to get across town to this bar. I slipped into the seat and cranked everything up, smiling as my music began to blare through the speakers.
It was gonna be a good night.
I could feel it.
Chapter 2
Zoey
“I’m heading to work, sweetheart,” my father said.
“Didn’t you just get home a couple of hours ago?” I asked.
“Not for the diner. For the school. The on-call janitor called in sick, so I have to go fill in.”
“The on-call janitor is sick. Then what good is putting him on-call?” I asked.
“I know I promised you dinner. I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you, okay?”
My father kissed me on top of my head as I sat on the couch.
“You don’t have anything to makeup, Dad. I promise,” I said.
“Yes, I do. And I will. Your mother won’t be home until late. She picked up a double shift at the restaurant. Which is good for us since your birthday’s coming up.”
“You’re not spending your extra money on me, Dad. You hear me!?”
“You’re our only daughter, and we’ll spoil you however we wish,” he said.
“Put it in an account. Get yourself some new clothes. Take Mom out to dinner. Do something other than spend it on me. Okay? I got myself taken care of.”
“We’ll talk about this later. Love you, princess.”
“Love you too, Dad.”
I sighed as my father slammed the door behind him. For as long as I could remember, my parents had worked multiple jobs just to make ends meet. They were good people. Hard working and dedicated. No job was below them when it came to providing for my brother and I. But the more I grew up, the more I saw how much they struggled. My father was graying at his temples, and my mother’s hair was completely white. Even though they were reaching retirement age, nothing of the sort was in sight. It made me ache for them, watching their weakening bodies running around like they were still thirty.
It was why I had been so intent on paying for my own schooling.
Growing up, we were the kids no one wanted to associate with. My brother, Colt, always kept his guard up in case people started to tease me. We lived out of thrift shops and hand-me-down clothes from others in the neighborhood, and it got us teased a lot. There was no room in our budget for nice toilet paper, much less fashionable clothes. I didn’t indulge in makeup because we couldn’t afford it. Colt never got the chance to try on his first suit because it was too expensive. Even with the money my parents made, we always had some sort of government assistance to help us with food and bills and internet.
Which made us the target for a lot of ridicule.
“Stop living off the government.”
“Make something of yourself.”
“If you’d stop purchasing new phones, maybe you could afford shoes that fit.”
Those were just some of the insults hurled our way all throughout school. We were constantly judged and berated for the few things we did have. Mom and Dad tried their hardest to save up and give us a decent Christmas. Sometimes we could afford a few things, like a new stuffed animal for me or a button-down shirt for Colt. Sometimes Mom could splurge and get Dad some of that good chocolate he adored, and if Dad took a few extra jobs, he could get Mom that perfume she was always sniffing in Macy’s.
But the one year my father fell into some extra cash, he decided to branch out and get us new phones.
Granted, they weren’t new. Someone was selling a family of phones online that we could hook up to our provider. But they were in wonderful condition and worked fabulously. The seller cut my father an awesome deal. Three hundred bucks and lawn care for a month for the four phones.
It was the first Christmas I could remember feeling like we really belonged.
Until we went to school and tried to interact with the kids.
The teasing took a toll on my brother. While I kept my nose in my books and earned a full ride to the University of California in San Diego, Colt started running with this biker gang. The Fallen Reapers. I heard people in Los Angeles talk about them from time to time, but they always talked in hushed tones and fed their souls with rumors. Colt kept me very separate from the life he had cultivated for himself, but I wiggled in when I could. I had been around that lifestyle for years. Ever since middle school, when Colt started running with them in the first place.
He wasn’t aware that I knew it started way back then. But what he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.
I knew The Fallen Reapers had the mechanic shop, but I also knew they did things that required those hushed tones I heard whenever I came home. I didn’t know what they had gotten themselves into, but I figured it was bad. Colt tried to keep my nose clean of it all, even as I fraternized with the guys. But throughout the years, I was able to piece together a few things.
Like what ‘guns for hire’ meant.
When I went off to college, I missed the guys. Sometimes I would stop by the shop just to hang out and talk with everyone. Mainly the older guys. Colt never really let me near his core group of friends in the club. Usually, it was when things with Mom and Dad got tense. They were good parents, but with the two of them working two and three jobs, tensions were bound to explode. The mechanic shop was my escape, and the guys welcomed me with open arms.
Colt always kept his eye on me, but I knew it was just because he was worried.
College had been different. I felt out of place again. Like I didn’t belong. Whenever I hung out with the guys, it felt like a family. I could see why Colt had gravitated to them so quickly, and I think it worried him that I was doing the same. He tried to put as much distance between them and I as he possibly could, and it fueled many fights between us. I went off to college mad at him and punished him by not seeing him whenever I did come home to see Mom and Dad.
As I typed away on my laptop, applying to jobs and hoping something stuck, I wondered where Colt was. We had repaired things between the two of us over the past couple of years, but things were still tense whenever we were together. He came to my graduation when I accepted my Bachelor’s in Computer Engineering, but he didn’t stay long. He came to congratulate me, hug me close, then he hopped on his bike and rode off.
It warmed my chest that he came, but it hurt that he hadn’t stayed.
I never told Colt about it, but I got teased a lot in college as well. I was one of the very few girls in the computer engineering program, and because of my looks, I always had guys trying to dumb down concepts for me. It was annoying, listening to them talk down to me. Like a child trying to figure out how to work a toothbrush. I’d have to step up and run them over, showing them my intelligence on the topic before they talked to me like a regular fucking human.
It was exhausting, and I was so glad when I graduated.
I loved proving everyone wrong. I loved showing them that I was more than just a set of green eyes and wild red hair. I loved showing them that beyond the striking looks that turned more heads than I cared to admit, there was an intelligent mind who could bury the finest computer engineers in their own graves. The stunned look on their faces was something I gained my energy from. My confidence flowed from the confusion that percolated behind their eyes when they found out I was more than a pair of nice tits they couldn’t stop staring at.
I sat on the couch for an hour applying to jobs before there were no more in the immediate area to be found. I had taken a job right out of college at a large consulting firm, but it wasn’t where I wanted to stay. I moved back in with my parents to save money and help them with some things, hoping I could shoulder some of the financial responsibility they were still trying to upkeep. I paid off the rest of their home and got their mortgage off their back and told them I would take over the electric bill since it fluctuated so badly. My parents were insistent that I didn’t have to do anything, but I told them I wasn’t moving back in unless I could help.
So, they caved.
I stretched my arms and legs as my stomach growled. An hour’s worth of applying to other jobs left me hungry and wanting food. I closed my laptop and slid off the couch, steadying myself onto my feet. Since no one was going to be here for dinner I didn’t feel like cooking, I decided to head to the Milo’s.
Some good seafood and a drink or two would do me some good before I got back to applying for more jobs.
I was looking for anything from Los Angeles to Long Beach. I loved the area I grew up in, but I sometimes wished I was closer to the ocean. And being a computer engineer would give me the ability to afford that kind of lifestyle.
And if I played my cards right, I could fund my parents’ retirement so they could enjoy the rest of their years instead of working themselves to the bone.
I grabbed my things and headed out the door, locking it behind me. I drew in the stale Los Angeles air as a grin crossed my cheeks. The consulting firm was a decent gig with a decent paycheck until I could find something I really enjoyed. Or better yet, it gave me the time I needed to start a freelance business of my own. Ideas were swirling around in my mind as I made my way to my car, my stomach screaming at me for food.
I wondered what Colt was doing, considering he hadn’t lived at home in years.
Cranking my car up, I pulled out of the driveway. The drive to Milo’s was therapeutic, and it gave me time to think. Time to figure out where I wanted my life to go and what I wanted to do with it. I was one of the few young adults that came out of college with no debt to her name, scholarships helped me with that, and I was hellbent on keeping it that way. I paid for my old ass car with the money I saved while working at a bar during my college years, but now I had the paycheck to do anything I wanted.
At least, that was what it felt like.
I did miss those days. I missed the smoky bar I used to work in. I missed the guys whistling at me and tipping me far more than they needed to because my ass looked great in a pair of jeans. Most women found that sort of thing degrading, but I loved the attention. It helped build my confidence after years of being relentlessly teased for the way my parents made ends meet. I built relationships with those customers and flooded the bar with regular customers. My boss loved that shit so much he promoted me over the other waitresses, putting even more money in my pocket before I graduated.
It was why I enjoyed Milo’s so much.
That bar had been home to me during college. And now? Milo’s reminded me of that bar back at college. Where I was confident, beautiful, and at the top of the food chain.
Now, all I had to do was find a way to replicate that in the real world. Even if that meant starting at the bottom of the totem pole with this ridiculous consulting firm.
Chapter 3
Rider
“You shot that fucker right from the air?” Bruiser asked.
“He thought he could get the jump on me, and he thought wrong. Being in the air is a very vulnerable position,” I said. “If you want control of your movements, your feet should never leave the ground.”
“That’s fucking brilliant,” Bruiser said.
“And that was just the first time I was deployed,” I said.
“How many tours did you go on?”
“Four before I got banged up. Fucking IED on the side of the damn road. We were usually really good at spotting shit like that, but they were trying new tactics. Burying shit in the sand. It’s a close range IED. Not triggered by movement. It requires a tire to actually roll over it to detonate. But if that shit happens, you’re done for.”
“That’s some fucked up mess,” Bruiser said. “How the hell did you get out of there?”
“My body wasn’t messed up from the explosion. It was messed up from the bullets and shrapnel it took as I tried to pull guys off to the side. The blast rendered most everyone in the vehicle unconscious. But it threw me from the vehicle. I broke my leg, but then took four bullets trying to get my guys to cover.”
“Holy hell. You’re a fucking hero, man.”
“I could’ve told you that shit,” Colt said. “Tell them about your second deployment. With that woman.”
“A woman? I thought soldiers kept their dick in their pants when they were deployed,” Fender said.
“Who the hell told you that? If anything, sex is more rampant overseas. Soldiers need to blow off some serious steam.”
“I take it you did that on this deployment Colt’s mentioning?” Jax asked.
“Eh, I tried. She ended up being someone trying to sneak a bomb onto the base. She was one of the janitors, and she was looking for a good time, but halfway through our encounter I found the detonator in her damn pocket.”
“Oh, shit! That’s fucked up,” Bruiser said.
“Did you still smash that pussy?” Grave asked.
“You would still want to know that,” Colt said with a grin.
“No, I didn’t. But it didn’t stop me from getting some later that night,” I said.
“Good on you. Our soldiers deserve some decent pussy,” Grave said.
“On a serious note,” Bruiser said, “I wanna ask you something.”
“What’s up?” I asked.
“You ever think about talking to Doc about becoming a prospect?”
I tried to keep my excitement at bay as the guys’ attention fell on me.
“I’ve tossed it around in my mind. Why?” I asked.
“We could use another ex-military man on deck,” Jax said. “We’re getting more and more guns-for-hire gigs with our reputation expanding. We’ll need to put together another team that can field some of these calls.”
“And with your expertise,” Colt said, “it would be nice knowing we had you on our team.”
“Well, how do I go about setting something like that up?” I asked.
“Doc is who you’ll wanna talk to,” Fender said. “He’s the President of the group.”
“He already knows that dipshit,” Colt said.
“I probably know more than I should, thanks to you guys,” I said.
“Another reason why you should just become a prospect and stop pussy footing around,” Colt said.
“I’m not pussyfooting. I was just biding my time. Making sure, you know, that I was a valuable asset to you guys,” I said.
“No. You were waiting to see if we could look past your scars and offer,” Fender said. “But you don’t gotta worry about that shit. We would never care about something like that.”
“If I wasn’t such an asshole, I think I’d shed a tear for that shit,” I said.
“All kidding aside,” Colt said, “I’ll set the meeting up. I’m sure Doc would have no issues talking with you about it.”
“Thanks, man. I appreciate it.”
“Now, with that said. I gotta take a piss. Don’t miss me too much,” Colt said.
“You can take that information elsewhere,” I said. “Nasty.”
“Can’t handle a bit of piss, soldier boy?” Bruiser asked.
“I just don’t like thinking about some dude whipping his cock out. Sorry if that doesn’t trip my trigger,” I said.
“Well, you’re picking up the tab for putting that image in my head,” Fender said.
“Asshole,” Bruiser said with a grin.
We all sat around nursing our beers and shooting the shit. It was a good way to unwind after a long fucking day at the shop. Colt was going to talk with Doc about what the hell I needed to do to become a prospect, I knew exactly where the core of the group stood, and I was feeling good with three beers already in my system. The night was going well, and I was ready to have a good time, but the doors to Milo’s flew into the wall as a woman walked through them.
“The fuck?” Grave asked.
“Who the hell thinks they’re hot shit?” Jax asked.
“Well, she thinks she’s a hot little thing,” Bruiser said.
I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Her features were striking. She had wild red hair and fiery green eyes. Pale skin that reminded me of a creamy cup of coffee and curves for fucking days. She walked with a confidence that matched the determination in her eyes, and the way her hips swayed was mesmerizing. I could feel my eyes raking along her body, pulled by an invisible force that was ready to devour her whole. I felt my cock twitching at her sight as the bar fell silent.
Her eyes locked on mine as she made her way for us all.
“Fuck me, she’s got some curves,” Fender said.
“The hell’s wrong with you?” Grave asked. “Look at that hair. I’m all about that hair. I bet my fist would wrap up nicely in it all.”
“She’s got a nice rack,” Jax said.
“I’m more interested in what those lips can do,” Bruiser said.
“What about you, Rider? What part of her do you like?” Jax asked.
But it wasn’t a part of her body that kept me entranced. It was the glimmer in her eye. The confidence she exuded in her step. It was all of it combined into the framework of curves I wanted to sink my teeth into. To sink my lips into.
To sink my cock into.
The guys kept teasing me for answers as the woman walked towards us. She had silenced the entire bar with her entrance as men turned their heads from their dates to look at her. She was one of those women whose confidence ushered her into a room. She walked with her head held high knowing she had the attention of the room.
She slid into the barstool next to me, her eyes holding mine as the bartender came up to her.
“What’ll it be?” the bartender asked.
“Whatever beer’s on special,” the young woman said.
“You didn’t strike me as a beer drinker,” I said.
“Yeah? And what kind of drink did you think I would enjoy?” she asked.
The bartender slid her a glass bottle beer, and she caught it in her hand. Without even fucking looking at it.
“I don’t know. A fireball?” I asked with a grin.
“That a quip on my hair? Good one,” she said.
“I’ve got more if you’re interested.”
“Assume I am, Clever Boy.”
“Boy?” I asked. “What makes you think I’m a boy?”
“Your charm,” she said with a grin.
She was a spitfire, that much was for sure. She sipped on her beer, her lips wrapping around the tip. I felt my legs pulling taut, imagining her luscious tongue wrapping around the head of my cock. Licking off the precome I knew would ooze for her if I ever got the chance to press my body against hers.
Fuck, Colt was really missing out on this one.
Silence settled onto all of us as we quietly sipped our drinks. I didn’t want the guys to think I was going to ditch them for a little bit of pussy. I was here to secure the idea of my becoming a prospect. Which meant keeping my attention turned on them.
But every time I looked their way, they kept giving me these insane looks.
“Hey, you guys wanna go shoot some pool?” Bruiser asked.
“I’m in,” Fender said.
“Get me a stick ready,” Grave said. “I gotta piss.”
“Don’t get lost,” I said. “Pretty sure our friend’s slumped against a wall or something.”
“Or found some chick to bang,” Jax said.
“That, too,” I said. “You guys go enjoy yourselves. I’ll be over in a bit.”
“Take your time,” Bruiser said.
He couldn’t have made it more fucking obvious if someone had painted ‘stay the fuck there’ on his damn forehead in red ink.
I chuckled and shook my head as the guys walked away. It left just me and the fireball at the bar, nursing our drinks in silence. Now that the guys were gone and Colt still wasn’t anywhere to be seen, I drew a deep breath through my nose and turned my body towards her.
I grinned when our eyes connected, and I knew I was going to have her.
No matter what I had to do tonight, I was going to sink my cock into this luscious woman.
Chapter 4
Zoey
I busted into Milo’s and began looking around. I was prepared to eat and drink alone tonight, but a part of me didn’t want to. I hadn’t come back home to sit alone in my parent’s house pathetically applying for jobs and hoping one called. I had come back to bond with my brother. To learn about his life. To help my parents and to make friends of my own volition. I looked around for my brother, trying to find him amongst the sea of people who were settling down in hushed tones.
But I couldn’t see him, or anyone else for that matter.
It didn’t shock me that I didn’t recognize anyone. Even if some of the guys were in here, I would have no idea what they looked like. I hadn’t seen most of them in years. Since before I had graduated high school. Colt shielded me from that lifestyle as much as he could, so I had only met some of them a handful of times. I used to think it was because he was ashamed of me. He didn’t want his geeky sister mingling with his cool ass friends.
I came to understand, however, that it was because he was trying to protect me.
I wasn’t ignorant. I knew what the life of a motorcycle gang entailed. It wasn’t glamorous like most people thought and it required a lot of slick work to fly underneath the radar. Illegal activities that lined their pockets with money and fall guys who willingly spent months-- sometimes years-- in jail for the club they gave their life to. Men in clubs like The Fallen Reapers traded solitude and normal lives for adrenaline, freedom, and lifelong bonds.
But that shit came with a price.
It always did.
After looking around the bar and not recognizing anyone, I scanned for a place to sit. I thought about leaving. Going back home and cooking dinner instead. I had purchased steaks and a head of broccoli as well as potatoes to make a creamy, whipped concoction of potatoes, sour cream, cheese, and bacon. It would be easy to throw together, and I could set plates aside for Mom and Dad.
But I could just as easily get to-go trays for them from here.
I decided to stay just in case my brother showed up. I hadn’t seen him at all since I’d gotten home and I got the distinct impression that he was avoiding me. Even though we patched things up over the years and even though he came to my graduation, it still felt like he was trying to erase me.
And if he didn’t want to come over to the house, then I would simply inhabit the places I knew he enjoyed until he showed up.
I found an empty place up at the bar that suited me just fine. People were staring at me. Men were raking their eyes up and down my body. And while most women would roll their eyes and scoff, I drank it all in. It reminded me of my job in college. Of the connections I made and the men I served and the protected atmosphere they created. Yes, they were dogs. Whistling at me and tapping me on the ass so I could secure a nicer tip. But if shit ever started in that bar, they were the first to jump to my rescue. The first to throw themselves in the line of fire to make sure I was okay. They worked hard, and they partied hard, but they defended those they cared for hard as well.
I never took it to heart. Especially when it lined my pockets with money that helped save up to help my parents.
I rolled my shoulders back and started for the bar, my eyes settling on the man I was going to be sitting beside. His frame was strong, and his hair was dark. It accented the sun-kissed element of his skin as he talked with the guys that sat beside him. They were all murmuring to one another as their eyes traveled my body. But his eyes were different.
His eyes stayed connected with mine. Never once dropped to my breasts or my ass or my thighs.
I sat down beside him, my eyes taking him in. His posture was unassuming. Unguarded in a way the rest of the guys weren’t. There was something familiar about the entire situation. There was something familiar behind the hazel eyes staring back at me. The bartender approached us and asked me for my order, peeling my attention away from the handsome man beside me.
If I weren’t so thirsty, I would’ve been annoyed at the intrusion.
“What’ll it be?” the bartender asked.
“Whatever beer’s on special,” I said.
“You didn’t strike me as a beer drinker,” the man said.
“Yeah? And what kind of drink did you think I would enjoy?” I asked.
I had his attention, and I wasn’t letting it go. I could hear my beer sliding towards me, and I reached out for it, clocking it in my peripheral as I caught it between my fingers. The man’s eyes fell to my hand as I brought the beer to my lips, his eyes following my every move as I tilted my head back.
I made a show of how easy it was for me to swallow the liquid down as the men behind him groaned.
“I don’t know. A fireball?” he asked.
Now his grin matched mine as I set my beer back down on the table.
“That a quip on my hair? Good one,” I said.
“I’ve got more if you’re interested.”
“Assume I am, Clever Boy,” I said.
“Boy?” I asked. “What makes you think I’m a boy?”
“Your charm.”
He was a fun one to play around with. And I was surprised at how attracted I was to him. The rough bad boy type had never been my thing, especially since Colt kept me shaded from that life. Even if it was my thing, I could never get within a mile of someone like that before my brother stepped in. He didn’t want to spend time with me and hang out, but he sure as hell was ready to come in between me and a piece of nice cock.
But now, Colt was nowhere to be found, and I was falling into the hazel embrace of the man sitting next to me. His legs were strong, and his chest was broad. His forearms were flushed with veins that were bulging for my viewing pleasure. I felt my body yearning for him. I felt the heat rising up my back and threatening to choke my air supply off. There was something that drew me to him. An invisible force that felt both erotic and recognizable.
I knew he had to be one of Colt’s friends, I just didn’t know from where. He wasn’t wearing a leather cut so he couldn’t be a part of The Fallen Reapers. But he looked familiar somehow.
The guys he was with had leather jackets, but they were tossed over the chairs they were sitting in. If they were leather cuts, I couldn’t see any names or logos on them. I pulled my eyes back to the man sitting next to me, his body now turned fully towards me as one of the men spoke up behind him.
“Hey, you guys wanna go shoot some pool?” someone asked.
“I’m in.”
“Get me a stick ready, I gotta piss.”
“Don’t get lost. Pretty sure our friend’s slumped against a wall or something.”
“Or found some chick to bang.”
“That, too,” the man with the hazel eyes said. “You guys go enjoy yourselves. I’ll be over in a bit.”
“Take your time,” someone said.
So there was another one of them. Interesting. But I knew what they were doing and they sure as hell were obvious about it. They wanted to give me and their new little friend some time by ourselves. Which I was grateful for. I hadn’t come out with the intention of finding someone to sink my teeth in, but I wasn’t going to deny myself the pleasure I was sure he could bring if he wanted it as much as I did.
His group got up and made their way into the other room as the two of us sat there, nursing our beers and staring at one another.
Most women would find interaction like this uncomfortable, but I didn’t. I enjoyed looking into the eyes of the men I wanted. It helped me to read their truthfulness in a situation. A man who was willing to open himself up to the idea of a woman reading him was a man worth screwing. It meant he wouldn’t play games. It meant he wouldn’t fuck around with my body. It meant he was willing to get down to business and treat me with the respect I deserved from him.
I never fucked around with men who couldn’t look me in the eye.
An easy silence descended upon us as I turned back towards the bar. The man with the beautiful hazel eyes followed my movements, turning himself back to the bar. I finished my drink and beckoned for another one as the bartender came over.
“The same? Or you wanna try something different?”
“The same. And could you bring me some chips and salsa as well?” I asked.
“You’re gonna want a different beer with those,” the bartender said. “The beer you’re drinking now will taste like shit.”
“Then bring me what you think will go well with chips and salsa, since that’s a thing now with drinks,” I said.
I rose my eyes and caught Mr. Hazel Eyes in the mirror that made up the wall behind the liquors. He was grinning as he tipped his beer up to his lips. I snickered and shook my head, suddenly feeling like a giggling school girl sitting next to my high school crush.
What was this man doing to me?
“You got a name?” the man asked.
“Zoey,” I said.
“Seems to be a common name around here,” he said.
“What’s yours?” I asked.
“Depends. Usually, people call me by my last name. At least, they did.”
“What would you prefer I call you, then?” I asked.
“Whatever your heart desires,” he said.
“Okay then, hot stuff.”
I winked at him in the mirror, and he smiled and shook his head. His smile lit up his eyes and exposed the cute little dimples in his cheeks. They were deep. So deep they cast the smallest shadow upon his features. Those dimples turned his rough, rugged face into a boyish beauty right in front of my eyes.
I used to know someone like that. Someone from very long ago.
“Everything okay?” the man asked.
“Yeah. Sorry. Just… thinking about someone,” I said.
“Ah. So you have a someone.”
“Nope. But your smile. When you smiled, you reminded me of someone I knew awhile back.”
“He a good someone?”
“What makes you think it’s a ‘he’?” I asked.
“With beautiful women like you, it’s always a ‘he.’”
“Down boy. There’s no competition here. Just some friendly flirting with some drinks and chips,” I said.
“Your chips aren’t-”
“Order up,” the bartender said as he slid the chips and salsa my way.
I turned my head and grinned at the hazel-eyed man as he shook his head.
“Used to work in a bar,” I said. “They’re all different, but they all operate off the same rhythm. The same pulsing vein.”
“You make a dive bar sound romantic,” he said.
“Just because the word ‘dive’ is in there doesn’t mean it can’t be.”
“You lookin’ for a bit of romance tonight?” he asked.
“Not really my thing. Gets in the way of what people really want.”
“And what is it you want?” the man asked.
I picked at a few chips before I drained the rest of my beer.
“To share my appetizer with you. Hungry, hot stuff?” I asked.
The man smiled at me and slid his chair closer, allowing his fingers to gravitate towards my food. I watched as he scooped some salsa onto his chip, then placed it in his mouth. His lips were pink. Twinged with life and pulsing with a need of its own as I watched him eat. We shared the appetizer together and nursed another beer, allowing the comfortable silence to settle between us.
Then, it was him who broke the silence.
“Has anyone ever told you that your hair matches your personality?”
Chapter 5
Rider
I was thankful the guys went to go play pool because I didn’t want them thinking I’d ditched them for a piece of ass. And fuck, was I staring at a beautiful one. I didn’t go for most kinds of women. The men of the group enjoyed one particular kind, and those were the innocent women with the big eyes. The ones with the quiet dispositions and the fidgeting fingers. To them, there was something about corrupting a bit of innocence that was appealing to them.
But I didn’t enjoy those types of women.
I liked mine bold. Confident. With a bit of meat on her thighs. I liked mine a little louder and more sultry, with a dash of sass. I enjoyed silencing their arguments with my cock and hearing them cry out for mercy in my ear when they found out the man with the fake leg had a big ass cock. I loved hearing them choke on it. I loved watching their fiery eyes fill with tears as they fell to their knees to please me.
And fuck, did I love the way they took control when they were on top.
“Has anyone ever told you your hair matches your personality?” I asked.
I saw her eyes studying me as I plucked a chip from the basket.
“Can’t say I have,” she said. “Though I’m impressed. Most men don’t ever care to learn my hair color.”
“Do you fuck a lot of blind men? It’s pretty hard to miss.”
“Not sure if that’s a compliment or a quip.”
“Take it as either,” I said. “I don’t care.”
The two of us picked at the chips as we stole glances at one another. The way her lips wrapped around her beer was sensual, and it tugged at something carnal in me. My eyes scanned her body, taking in every valley and curve I wanted my hand to grasp onto. I wasn’t trying to hide it. It was stupid for men to do that kind of thing. If a woman didn’t like it, all she had to do was speak up. Tell me to stop. I was a gentleman. I would stop if she wanted.
But this beautiful woman was devouring me right back, her eyes telling the same story of her own wanton desires.
She grabbed her beer and downed the rest of it before she slid from her stool. I watched as she grabbed onto one more chip, her lips making a show of eating it in front of my eyes. A bit of salsa dripped onto her lips and she licked it off with her tongue. I groaned internally, thinking about that tongue wrapping around the head of my cock.
Fuck. This woman was going to be the death of my tonight.
I watched the swaying of her hips as she made her way to the bathroom. I watched her closely, hoping for that one little motion. That one little signal that told me she wanted me to follow her. I could feel my hips warming and my cock rising. I could taste the saltiness of her pussy and feel her warmth around my dick. My eyes followed her as she stopped at the women’s restroom, her hand descending onto the doorknob as she froze.
Then, her eyes rose and connected with mine.
There it was. The signal was coming.
She nodded her head as she pushed into the restroom and the game was on. I wiped my hands off and chugged the rest of my beer, feeling it work its way through my body as I steadied myself on my leg. I wiped my mouth off and tossed the napkin onto the bar, then made my way to the bathroom.
I pushed through the door and locked it behind me, listening as a sultry giggle wafted from the last stall.
“I was wondering if you got the hint,” she said.
I pushed open each and every bathroom door, allowing the metal to clang against metal as I made my way for her. She giggled with every sound as I approached the last stall, my cock at full attention behind the confines of my jeans. I pushed through the door and saw her standing there, her shoes and jeans already cast aside as she leaned against the wall.
“Why don’t you shut that door and come here?” she asked.
I shut the stall door and locked it as my eyes raked over her body. Her legs were full and toned, with her thigh muscles ever-so-slightly defined. I wanted to drop to my knees and taste all of her.
I wanted to fuck her, make her beg, then leave her with my come dripping down her thigh.
I strode to her and crashed my lips down onto hers. I felt her sharp intake of breath, surprised at the control I ripped from her. My hands snaked underneath her shirt, feeling her soft stomach as I made my way to her tits. My hand worked its way underneath her bra, feeling her luscious mound pebbling for me as I massaged it.
Her body was so warm, and I could already smell her delicious pussy.
My lips worked their way down her neck, nipping at her skin and messing up her clothes. My free hand explored between her thighs, feeling her wetness gathering at her panties as she rolled into my hand. I grinned against her skin. At how desperate she was for any sort of friction. I could feel the goosebumps cascading along her skin as I bent my lips down to her nipple.
She moaned the sweetest sound I had ever heard as my lips wrapped around her tit.
I marked her breast and sucked her tit until she was begging me for more. I slid my hand into her panties, my fingertips dipping into her wetness. My cock was dripping against my boxers, aching to be inside of this beautiful woman whose name I didn’t know.
Or couldn’t recall.
Whichever was the right one.
“Shit,” she said breathlessly. “Fuck, that feels so good.”
I swirled her clit slowly with my wet fingertips as I tugged at her nipple with my teeth.
“I need… I need more,” she said.
“Do we have any manners?” I asked.
I lifted my gaze to hers, reveling in the glassy-eyed stare of a woman who was giving herself over to me.
“Please,” she said in a whisper. “Please give me more.”
I slid my hand from her, and she whimpered at the loss of contact. I brought my fingertips to my lips, licking her arousal off my skin. She groaned with lust, her pupils blown wide as I held her gaze. Her hands dropped to my pants and pulled my cock out, through my zipper.
She gripped the meat of me tightly as I held onto her thighs, prompting her to jump as I pinned her against the wall.
My thick girth was dripping as I slid into her. She was warm and wet. Tight as fuck for a woman who was so skilled at the way she was seducing me. I pinned her to the bathroom wall with my hands as my knees faltered, her pussy taking me by surprise.
It was better than any I’d ever had, and it took me a second to steady myself.
Her hands were gripping into my ass as I rolled into her. I could feel her legs contracting around my waist as she pulled me deeper into her body. Our lips collided in sloppy kisses, our teeth clattering as our tongues battled for dominance. My hands rushed to her thighs and gripped them, looking for any sort of leverage as I began to pound into her.
“That’s it. Just like that. Don’t stop. Oh, fuck. Give it to me. I love it hard. Rough. Fuck!”
Skin slapping skin filled the women’s restroom as I watched my cock disappear into her body. Her white arousal was slicking my skin and splattering all over my pelvis. She was wet for me. Drenched and dripping down my balls as I plowed into her. I was having a hard time catching my breath as her scent filled my nostrils.
She smelled so divine she almost choked me.
Her hands threaded around my neck and brought me back to her lips. Our foreheads rested together as I began to roll deeply into her. I felt her entire body trembling as my balls pulled into my body. I was so close I could taste my own fucking climax. This woman felt heavenly cradled around my cock. Her curves were warm, and her skin was inviting. Her warmth and wetness created a sound that was earth-shattering every time I sank my cock into her.
But it was her eyes. How vulnerable and desperate they were whenever I caught sight of them.
It was her eyes that kept me hooked as I approached my end.
“So close,” I said with a grunt.
“Come with me,” she said. “Let me come around your cock.”
I thrust one last time into her body and stilled. My legs trembled as I bit down onto my lip, stifling my groans as she threw her head back into the wall. Her pussy fluttered around my dick, sucking the hot threads of come I had for her as I unloaded into her body. I gripped hard onto her thighs with a touch that would leave bruises behind for her in the morning. I pressed her as far into the wall as I could get her as my lips peppered her chest with kisses.
I panted into the side of her neck as our mixture of arousals dripped down my balls.
We stayed like that for a while, her body collapsing against mine. I released her thighs and ran my hands up her curves, memorizing them one last time. I brought my lips up to hers for one last kiss before I helped steady her on her feet, then I tucked my cock back into my pants and pulled my sleeve down my arm hiding my scars that had been slightly exposed.
After all, there was no use spoiling the moment for something as pathetic as a few scars.
Chapter 6
Zoey
Holy fuck.
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
I had never come that hard in my life. Between his fingertips digging into my thighs and his thick ass cock pressing against my walls in ways I’d never felt before, I was on cloud nine. This man wasn’t just sexy as fuck. He was packing a piece of meat I wasn’t ready to give up just yet. And he was a real gentleman, helping me steady myself onto my feet once he peeled me from the wall.
He even handed me some toilet paper so I could clean myself up.
People were knocking at the door, getting angry that they couldn’t come in. I was more than willing to go another round with this handsome man, but the people in the bar were growing restless. I could smell our sex in the air as I situated my clothes back onto my body, making sure my tits were in my bra, and my hair was not as messed as I knew it probably was.
“You ready?” he asked.
Fuck. What was his name again?
Did it honestly matter anyway? He’d be gone in the morning. Might as well get my night’s worth of him.
“How mad do you think they’re gonna be?” I asked as I unlocked the door.
“Guess we’re about to find out.”
We unlocked the door, and people stared at us as we left. The manager was standing there with his hands on his hips, looking like an angry fucking grandmother as he pointed towards the front door. I giggled as I made my way to it, diverting to grab my purse and pay for my stuff in the process.
But the man with the big dick stopped me in my tracks.
“I got it,” he said. “Least I can do.”
“For what?” I asked. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”
“Just let me get it. That’s how this works.”
I relented, holding my hands up in mock surrender as he threw some cash onto the bar.
The manager followed us out the door, making sure we left. I laughed the entire way, my head was thrown back as the smell of this man permeated my skin. We walked out into the nighttime air as it blew around us, threatening to wipe his scent from my body as my hair billowed around my shoulders.
I looked over at him and smiled as his eyes raked down my body again.
“Wanna get out of here?” I asked.
“Depends on where you wanna go,” he said.
“Figured we could do something else. Get another drink. Destroy another bathroom. Get kicked out of another bar.”
“Or we could just go somewhere and make all the noise we wanted,” he said.
“Well, I would take you back to my place, except I don’t live alone.”
“Please don’t tell me I just fucked someone’s wife. This night was going so well.”
“No,” I said with a snicker. “I live with my folks. You know, helping them out with bills and shit.”
“Guess you wouldn’t wanna wake your Dad as I fucked you against a wall, huh?”
His words shot shivers down my spine as I drew in a deep breath and closed my eyes.
“Probably not,” I said.
“We can head back to my place. Wanna follow me?”
“Unless you want to give me your address,” I said. “But I think following you is gonna be easier.”
“I’m okay with either. I’m the navy blue motorcycle at the end of the parking lot.”
I followed his finger as he pointed, admiring the intricate details of his bike I could see even from this distance.
“That’s a nice ride,” I said.
“You ever been on one?” he asked.
“A time or two. But don’t tell my brother. He’d get pissed if he knew.”
“Got a protective one?”
“I think that’s the tame word for it, yes,” I said with a grin.
“Well then, this’ll be our little secret,” he said.
I made my way to my car and made sure to get behind his bike. We turned onto the main road, and I followed him through the city streets of my hometown. I rolled down my window so I could take in the fine amount of salt in the air that blew this far in from the ocean. I felt my body already rising to the occasion, my nipples painfully peaked behind my bra. I was ready to feel him against me again. I was ready to mark his body the way I knew he had just marked mine. His cock was the only cock that made me feel empty once he had slid it from between my legs.
And I wanted to be full of it again.
I’d never been the woman to deny myself anything. I did enough of that in high school just to appease my brother. His friends were off limits. His life was off limits. His secrets were off limits. Basically, everything about him was fucking off limits. It pissed me off because we used to be so close. He was my strength when our family was going through hard times. When I watched my mother cry from hunger just so Colt and I could eat. When I listened to my parent’s fight because they didn’t see each other because of their jobs.
But when he disappeared into his own little life, he left me behind. And that was when I promised myself I wouldn’t deny anything I wanted ever again. If I wanted it, I got it. No matter what it took. My brother pulling away from the family broke me in ways I still felt today, and I longed for the closeness we once had.
Why should I suffer anymore just because I thought he would disapprove?
I pulled into a small home behind the handsome man whose face I wanted to feel between my legs. It was just enough house for a man like him, situated in an abandoned cul de sac surrounded by trees. He got off his bike and came to my door, opening it for me as he held out his hand.
“What a gentleman,” I said with a grin.
“Don’t worry. I’m about to burst that bubble in a second.”
The moment we got into his home, he pressed me against the closed door. My lips swelled underneath the contact of his as our tongues tasted one another. His chiseled body was pressed against me as his hand threaded into the thickness of my hair. He tugged my head off to the side, his teeth raking down my skin as I groaned.
Fuck. I’d never been tossed around like this in my life.
And I loved it.
He tugged me into the kitchen by my hair and bent me over the kitchen counter. His hand slid down my back, the cracked the swell of my clothed ass. I groaned at the sensation as he did it again, marking the other ass cheek to match the one that was now burning. He massaged my cheeks before he yanked at my jeans, tugging them down my hips without even unbuttoning them.
He peeled my clothes off my lower body as I heard them pile up on the floor.
I was dripping for him as my tits pressed into the cold kitchen counter. My fingertips were curling around the edge, trying to make sure my head didn’t smash into the wall. I felt him drop to his knees as my legs were tossed over his shoulders, my body suspended in midair as his breath pulsed against my pussy.
His arms wrapped around my hips, his hands parting my ass cheeks as his fingertips played with the rim of my puckered hole.
What the fuck was this man doing to me?
I felt his tongue dart out and run along my slit. He gathered my juices onto his tongue, making a show of him swallowing as I groaned. I tried to look back and find him, but all I could see were his hands resting on the swell of my reddened ass cheeks. Playing with my asshole and making me lust for him in ways no man ever had before.
“Your pussy tastes so good,” he said.
His tongue delved into my depths, and I moaned into the counter. My cheek pressed against the cool surface as he lapped at my clit, his tongue working me in ways that made my core burn. My toes were already curling, and I tried bucking back into him. But his hands on my ass stilled my movements, pinning me open for him as my knees settled on the kitchen counter.
His hands pressed my knees open, parting the whole of me for him to enjoy. His tongue slid into my entrance before making its way up my ass crack, causing me to cry out into his kitchen. I moaned involuntarily as his tongue slipped into my asshole, and his moans vibrated my ribcage.
“Fuck yes,” he said in a whisper.
He licked all of me, sopping up my asshole as my pussy dripped for him. I could hear him gulping me down. Drinking from my fountain of youth as he pried me further open. I wasn’t sure how much more bending I could take. My eyes were rolling into the back of my head as my toes curled. His tongue pressed into my clit as his thumb teased my puckered hole, threatening to pierce the tight ring and take the only type of virginity I had left to me.
And I wanted to give it to him.
I wanted to give all of it to him.
I pressed back into him, feeling his thumb breach my hole. I cried out in pleasure, begging him as his tongue drove deeper into my depths. My hands curled around the edge of the counter as I begged for my orgasm. I begged this stranger for everything I could have ever wanted. Promised him things no other woman could give him if he would just let me cum.
I felt him grin on my clit as he sucked it between his teeth. I felt his thumb press deeper into me, filling me in ways I’d never experienced before. My pussy released on his face, drenching his cheeks with my juices as I moaned with my orgasm.
“That’s it. Come for me, beautiful. Give me all you’ve got.”
His words lit a fire in my gut. He pulled away from my body as he kissed wet trails down my thighs, painting me with my arousal as I gasped for air. He slowly pulled his thumb from my asshole as a whimper escaped my lips.
I felt cold and exposed without his body cloaking mine.
His hands grasped my waist and helped me slide to the floor. He gripped tightly onto me and slowly got up from the floor, but then he stumbled backward.
“Pussy got ya twisted up, doesn’t it?” I asked with a grin.
I helped him to his feet, my arousal dripping down my leg. His gaze was heated as he took my hand, then led me to his bedroom. He settled me onto the bed.
But when I went to go take his shirt off, he caught my hands.
“Lay on your stomach,” he said.
“Let me give you a little something first,” I said.
“Lay. On your stomach,” he said.
His words were harsh. Not laced with the kind of lust I expected them to be. I stood to my feet, getting myself out of the corner he had backed me into. I furrowed my brows together as I raked my eyes up and down his body, trying to figure out why he was hiding from me.
Then, I saw it.
His shirt was lifted slightly up on his body, and I could see long snaking scars along his torso. I thought back to bar as he kept unconsciously tugging at his right sleeve. How he just undid his zipper. My eyes made their way back up to him as I walked towards him.
I pressed my hands into his chest and settled him onto the bed. I forced him to lay back as his jaw clenched with frustration, his eyes staring heatedly at the ceiling. I took my time undressing him. Pulling his cock from his boxers as I slid everything down his legs.
I slipped his clothes off his body, my eyes studying his scars covering the whole right side of his body.
I ran my hand along his thigh as his gaze stayed hooked to the ceiling. I fingered the rigged scars that trailed down his body. I wondered what had happened to him. What terrible thing he had endured that caused him this much scaring. My fingertips danced along his torso as this man laid there, waiting for me to reject him like so many women probably had.
But that shit wasn’t happening tonight.
He was too good, and too perfect, and too fucking sexy for any of that shit.
I placed a kiss on his thigh right ontop of his scars, and I felt him jump. My eyes fluttered up to his as he snapped his gaze down, watching as I kissed up his right side. I could see the shock rolling across his eyes as I spread his legs, making way for my body as I crawled between them. I made my way to his trembling cock, the head of it purple and angry as it leaked for me. Thick beads of pre-come were already tumbling down it, and I couldn’t wait to get my lips around that succulent treat. I held his gaze as I licked his throbbing vein, watching as he swallowed deeply.
“What’s your name?” I asked with a grin.
He chuckled and shook his head as a beautiful smile crossed his cheeks.
“Rider,” he said. “My name is Rider.”
“If you don’t remember mine, it’s Zoey,” I said.
“Zoey…”
“Mhm,” I hummed. “Zoey.”
I wrapped my lips around his thick cock, feeling it jump with shock as I eased it towards the back of my throat. Rider’s head fell to the pillow as I studied him, taking in all of his chiseled muscles. I could feel his pre-come dripping down my throat as I hollowed out my cheeks. His hand crept into my hair, pulling on me and setting a rhythm that had his hips shaking. My hands gripped at his muscles. Threaded around his thighs and pulled him even closer to me. His hips rolled, and his grip got tighter.
I could feel his cock growing thicker against my teeth.
I slurped and sucked and took him back as far as I could. I gagged a bit as my eyes watered, his gaze locking onto mine. I wanted to make him come. I wanted to taste him like he had tasted me. I was so fucking attracted to this man and the way his chest glistened with sweat.
But more than that, I was comfortable with him.
More comfortable than I had been with any other man.
He almost seemed… familiar. Even though I knew that was fucking crazy.
“Shit. Zoey. Fuck, that mouth. Mmph. I’m gonna come down that throat of yours. You gonna swallow it for me?”
“Mhm,” I said as I nodded. “Mhm.”
“Do that again.”
“Mhm.”
“Again.”
“Mhmmm.”
“Again,” he said breathlessly.
“Mmmmhmmmm.”
I felt his cock throbbing as I took him all the way back. I hollowed out my cheeks and pressed my tongue down the length of his massive cock. His legs were shaking, and his hips stilled as he thrust into my face, pouring down my throat and into my stomach. Pump after pump of hot come filled my body as I looked up at him, his eyes screwed shut with pleasure as his lips puckered silently.
He was a vision, and I could only hope he didn’t kick me out.
I felt him fall on the bed, his cock popping from between my lips. Spit dripped down my cheek as I heaved for air, my lips falling to his skin. I kissed up his body, feeling his muscles jump with every kiss I planted on his body.
Then, he did what I was hoping he would do.
He patted the bed next to him and held out his arm.
I cradled into him and allowed his heat to overcome me. His hand slipped underneath my shirt, making their way to my bra. He unsnapped it with only one hand, and it pulled a giggle from my lips. I sat up just enough to slip the rest of my clothes from my body, then rested my head on his chest.
His fingers ran through my hair, and the feeling was intoxicating.
Soothing.
Relaxing.
“You can stay, if you’d like,” Rider said.
“You don’t have a choice. I’m exhausted,” I said.
“You got anyone you should notify? Like your parents?” he asked.
“Nah. They don’t always expect me home. And my brother’s never around anyway, so there’s no point there.”
“Sounds like a shit brother.”
“Eh. Colt’s a good guy. Just keeps his lives very separated.”
“Colt?” he asked.
“Yeah. Colt.”
“Huh. Interesting name,” he said.
“If it sounds familiar, don’t let it deter you. He’s part of some fun little gang or whatever. Sounds intimidating, but he’s a softie at heart. Sometimes.”
“Uh huh.”
“Don’t worry. I’m not the ‘bring a guy home’ type of girl,” I said with a giggle. “No need to worry about any of that shit.”
“Not worried about it at all,” he said.
“Good. Because it’s not happening.”
I snuggled into him and felt his arm tighten around my body. I allowed my eyes to flutter closed as he continued to play with my hair. It had been a long time since I’d stayed the night with a man, and I was going to soak up every moment of it I could.
Because once the morning came and I had to leave, it was back to reality.
Back to applying for jobs, paying bills, and trying to catch my brother long enough to say hello.
Chapter 7
Rider
Oh. Holy. Shit. I knew she looked familiar. I knew her eyes were reminiscent of something. This was Colt’s younger sister.
I had just fucked Colt’s younger sister.
I had only met her a couple of times during the course of Colt and I’s friendship. Once when I came home from my first deployment and again when I was stateside to celebrate a birthday with him. Back then, Zoey was spindly. All legs and arms, with dyed blond hair that was cut off at her ears. She was grungy and smug. Had an attitude that flared every time her parents tried to tell her to do something. She could spit and hit and climb trees and run better than any of the guys I’d paired up within the military.
Colt and I always joked about how she should’ve been born a guy.
She was totally different now. Her lanky body had filled out with curves that could entice the strongest man into bed. Her hair was now wild and red, and it cascaded down her shoulders. Instead of the heavy black eyeliner and the glittering lip gloss, her makeup boasted of a more tasteful appearance. Accenting the best parts of her she had grown into over the years.
She looked completely different from the two times I had met her.
And now, I was cradling her naked curves close to my body.
Did she know who I was? Did she recognize me at all? If she did, she didn’t let on to the fact that she knew who I was. But then again, I looked different as well. I had put on seventy pounds of muscle, and my hair was buzzed and faded. Back in those days, I was just as lanky, and my hair was long. Poured over my ears and curled up at the ends. Plus, I was now covered in scars, thanks to the fucking deployment that sent me home.
I felt Zoey’s breathing evening out next to me as my fingertips stroked her hair. I didn’t want Colt to be pissed that I’d just fucked his sister. But in my defense, she looked nothing like how she used to. I didn’t want this to affect my chances of becoming a prospect with the group, but as I laid there beside her and felt her curl around me, I felt how much I wanted her.
She was comforting. And warm. And inviting in a way, no other woman had ever been. She wasn’t shocked by my scars and didn’t shrink away from them in disgust as many other women had.
I wanted her again. And again and again. As many times as she would let me have her before I had to pretend like she didn’t exist.
I slept with her at my side all night. If I moved, she moved with me. If I rolled, she shifted against my body. It was like the gravitated towards me, and I woke up with a smile on my face. The sun was streaming through the window, and I could feel her naked pussy against my back as her leg flexed around my hips. Her body was slung over me. Like it was magnetized to me.
And I soaked up every second of it.
I laid there, taking in the feel of her until she began to stir. She pulled herself from me and made her way to the bathroom, her thick hips sashaying for my viewing pleasure as she kicked the door closed behind her. She still had that bright spirit. That sharp tongue and that natural wit. I stretched and groaned, feeling my body pop like an old man before I reached for my boxers.
When she emerged, she was dressed. I was pulling a shirt over my head as she looked at me, her eyes traveling my form as she leaned against the doorframe. I strode over to her and took her in my arms, pulling her in for a kiss as I pinned her against my body.
“I wish I could go for around two, but I’ve got stuff to do today,” Zoey said.
“Ah, that fucking stuff. Always getting in the way of a good time,” I said.
“You could call me though. If you ever wanted another one,” she said.
“I think I could get behind that.”
“Got a sheet of paper?”
I rummaged around in my room and found a receipt and a pencil. She wrote her number down along with her name, then drew a little heart beside it all. I slid my arm around her and drew her into me one last time, our lips connecting as our tongues danced. The kiss was slow. Sensuous. It shivered her body, and it raised the hairs on the back of my neck. Zoey was electrifying. She had sunk her greedy little talons into me and was refusing to let go. She sucked my bottom lip between her teeth, and I groaned, giving myself over to her as we stumbled back into the wall.
“We really shouldn’t,” Zoey said. “I really need to go.”
“Then stop sucking on my body and get going. Otherwise, I’ll have you sucking on something else.”
She winked at me as she slid by, leaving me panting and wanting more. My cock ached as I escorted her downstairs, and part of me was still screaming to slam her against the door. To rip her pants down, take my cock out, and slide it right between her luscious legs.
But I settled for a peck on the cheek before I watched her get into her car.
As if life was orchestrating my own downfall, my phone rang out as Zoey pulled away. It was Colt calling me, and my blood ran cold as I picked up the call.
“What’s up?” I asked.
“The guys told me that piece of ass must’ve been good for you to get thrown out of the car,” Colt said.
“You could say that,” I said.
I had to bite back my groan as Colt chuckled into the phone.
“If you’re interested in being a prospect, come by the bar today. I talked with Doc, and he’s willing to sit and talk.”
“Seriously? Fuck, man. Thank you.”
“Not a problem. We’ll be in and out most of the day. Just come when you can piece yourself together. And don’t smell like pussy. That shit’s distracting.”
I cringed again as Zoey’s sounds wafted through the confines of my memory. Colt would kill me if he ever found out. He would fucking bury me in the backyard and set my shit on fire.
“Don’t worry. I’ll shower twice,” I said.
“Just a heads up, most of us will be there in about half an hour. If you wanna catch Doc early. Could play in your favor. His ass is a morning person,” Colt said.
“Then I should get a shower while I can still get one.”
“See you in a few. And if you haven’t eaten yet, don’t. Doc always treats new prospects to a shitload of food to celebrate.”
“Come hungry and not smelling like pussy. Got it.”
“See you soon, Rider.”
“See ya soon, Colt.”
Chapter 8
Zoey
I got back home and caught my mother just as she was leaving the house. She gave me a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek before she ran to her car. She was always late for her morning shifts. No matter how many alarms she set and no matter how many times her boss cussed her out for it, she could never get in there on time. My mother had held her second-shift job down for almost twenty years. But her first-shift jobs? Switched usually every couple of years.
“Gotta run, sweetie. I love you! I’ll be home for dinner!” my mom said.
“Want me to cook?” I asked.
“That sounds good, honey. Whatever you want!”
I watched my mother race out of the driveway before I shook my head and started for the inside of their home.
“Dad?” I asked. “You here?”
“Dad left about an hour ago,” Colt said.
“Colt!”
I ran down the hallway and launched myself into my brother’s arms. He smiled and hugged me close, and I drew in a deep breath. He smelled like leather and sweat, a smell I had associated with him for years. I could feel him smiling into my neck as I released him, dropping to my feet.
“Where the hell have you been?” I asked.
“Around,” Colt said. “I actually came in last night though. Where the hell were you?”
I knew better than to mention anything about guys around my brother. Even though he was mostly absent, he was protective to his core. He’d drag who it was out of me, and he’d find some reason to go beat his ass. Plus, with meeting him in the club’s bar, there was a slim chance they were scouting him to be a prospect. He had been sitting with guys who also had leather jackets, and even though I couldn’t see if they had official leather cuts, I didn’t want to take the chance at ruining something for this guy.
After all, he knew how to wield his cock, and he treated me decently enough.
“Went out for some food since no one was around for dinner. Got a few drinks, didn’t think I could get home safely, so I crashed in a motel.”
“Why the hell didn’t you call me, Zoey? I would’ve come and gotten you,” Colt said.
“When the fuck have you ever picked up the phone for me? I haven’t seen you since my graduation, and before that, it had almost been a year. I’m glad you wanna help and all, but you’re not the billboard poster child for ‘reliable.’”
“Shit, Zoey. You’re my sister. If you need help, I’ll be there to help.”
“I was fine last night. I slept it off, paid my tab, and now I’m here.”
“Well call me next time. Okay? I was worried about you.”
“Then why didn’t you call to check on me?” I asked.
“Because you’re a grown ass woman who can take care of herself. Doesn’t mean I don’t get to worry about you, though,” he said.
“I’ll give that argument to you this time. But you won’t win every one of them that easily.”
“Don’t I fucking know it. You got any plans for the day?” he asked.
“I’ll let that quip slide. And not really. Just putting in more job applications and paying a couple of bills. Why?”
“You finally strong arm Mom and Dad into accepting help?” he asked.
“I think I finally got through to them, yeah. They aren’t happy about it, but I showed them I could get around things if I needed to.”
“I don’t doubt that one bit. When you want something, you go after it. How did you manage to do it this time?”
“I went down to the bank when I got back into town and schmoozed my way into their bank account. Told the account manager that I wanted to pay something off as an early birthday present for Dad. I paid off the house.”
“Holy fuck, sis. Are you serious? The entire thing?” he asked. “You got the money to do that?”
“See, now if you were around to talk with, you would’ve known this,” I said with a grin.
“I knew you were working at that bar, but enough to pay off their house? What did they have left on it? Sixty grand?”
“Not even close. It was only eight grand.”
“Still. That’s some serious fucking money.”
“And if we talked more, or if you ever came to visit. Or hell, if you even picked up the phone when I did call, you’d know all this shit,” I said.
“I got it, I got it. Enough with the guilt trip.”
“Oh, you think you can finish me up? That’s funny. I thought you knew who you were talking to.”
“I’ve missed you, too. Things have been busy with the club.”
“Like always. How are they, by the way? Not that I’ve seen them in, oh… five years? Six years?”
“Something like that, but I keep you away from all of that for a reason. It’s not the nicest lifestyle to lead, and it could get you into trouble,” he said.
“But fuck forbid you get into trouble,” I said.
“Zoey, come on. You’re graduated. You’ve got your own life. I thought you’d be done trying to run around with mine,” he said.
“I didn’t want your life, Colt. I just wanted to be a part of it. I’m your sister, and all you did was shut me out. The moment I got close with the guys, you put a stop to all of it. You know how that came off as a teenager? That my own damn brother didn’t want me around.”
“You know that’s now how I meant it,” he said.
“Doesn’t matter how you meant it. What matters is how it came off and how I felt about it afterward.”
“Look, I didn’t come here to fight, okay? I’ve got some shit I gotta do at the bar, but I’ll be there for most of the day getting stuff done. Why don’t you stop by? We’ll have lunch. Some drinks. Catch up and shit.”
“If you’ve got shit to do, won’t the guys be there?” I asked. “I thought you didn’t want me interacting with them ever in the history of ever.”
“You said it yourself, Zoey… you haven’t seen them in years. You’re obviously holding your own life down well if you can swoop in and pay off a mortgage. The guys would love to see you again, and I’d like to have my sister around. And now I don’t have to worry about you wanting to suddenly be a part of this lifestyle.”
“That’s never what I wanted. Stop thrusting that on me,” I said.
“Just trying to get you to understand where I’m coming from. I’d really like you around today, sis.”
“Really? You would?”
“Of course, I would. You’re my little sister. My sassy compatriot. You can beat asses alongside the best of them. I’d bet on you against any of those guys any day.”
I smiled as I threw my arms around Colt.
“I’d love to stop by,” I said.
“Good. We’re talking to someone today who could become a new prospect. Having you around to intimidate him would be good for our mojo.”
“What the fuck did any of that just mean?” I asked.