Chapter 7

“You suck real good.” Wolf’s deep voice came through the door. Those words caught Storm’s attention. He stood in the hallway, hand on doorknob, trying to decide how he could brace Mary Jane for what was to come.

“Hey, it’s hard. What did you expect from a girl who grew up in a commune?” Mary Jane’s giggle was sexy as fuck.

He hoped like hell he misunderstood what was going on. There’d better be an innocent explanation, but Wolf was usually anything but blameless. What was he thinking letting a womanizer like Wolf stand guard? His VP or not, he could easily be described as a manwhore.

Damn it to hell! Wolf talked many of the women who hung around out of their panties. Imagining Mary Jane squeezing and pumping Wolf’s cock brought a saturation of red-hot anger. He wanted Mary Jane’s mouth on his cock and no one else’s. Balling up his fists, he wanted to beat the shit out of Wolf.

With a hard shove he opened the door.

Heads jerked around and then quickly returned to watching the screen. A videogame. From the score, Wolf was winning by a landslide. Fine. That explained it. Then why wasn’t his jealousy dissipating?

“Savalas, go downstairs and keep an eye on Easy,” he said, trying to keep his voice at a normal level, but calling him by his surname gave away his anger. Damn it.

“Sure, boss.” His VP pressed a button and stood up. “What’s all that noise?” With the game on pause, the bass from the music shook the walls.

“The Skull has decided to party in celebration of Easy’s release.”

That caused Wolf’s eyebrows to rise. He knew a lot of what happened when Storm was a kid. Stories were swapped during long nights playing videogames and watching college ball. Little was said about Storm’s time at Holman Correctional. He preferred to keep it to himself.

“Will do. I’ll head down.” Wolf turned toward Mary Jane. “Thanks for letting me win.”

“Who said I let you?” Her eyelashes fluttered.

“I could tell. You’re all right for a girl.” He chuckled and eased toward the door.

“What? Girl? That’s woman to you. For that, I’ll beat you good next time.”

“Who said there would be a next time?” Storm butted in, cutting off their teasing. Fuck! What was wrong with him? It was just a fucking game. He turned to his VP. “Get your thumb out of your ass and go!”

Storm’s attention turned back to Mary Jane. Her gentle grin surprised him. What was she thinking about? What the hell? When had he ever cared about what a woman thought? If nothing else, he wanted to make her giggle again. Knowing that sound earlier had been innocent, he wanted to see if she did it for other reasons.

Her grin widened as she looked him up and down. Shit! His cock hardened. He could tell she was interested and that only stoked his need even more. They stared at each other without a word. Her lips parted as if she couldn’t get enough air. Hell, he was nearly panting just looking at her.

Then he remembered Speed was waiting downstairs.

He hated to see that smile disappear.

His chin lifted in her direction. “You. Downstairs too.”

“Why?” Her forehead wrinkled. Damn, she’s cute.

There went the smile. The desire to punch Speed came back all over again.

“The Skull ordered it,” he said between gritted teeth.

She walked to the door and listened. “Must be a pretty big crowd from the noise they’re making.” She opened it and craned her neck to look down the stairway. “What does he want?” Her eyes were wide when they looked his way.

That surprised him. So far she hadn’t acted afraid of anything. He didn’t want her to be scared. He wanted the heat in her eyes and the grin back.

“I have no idea.” That was a lie. He had a few but didn’t want to contemplate the thought of her being hurt. Ever since Janet, the Skull’s wife, died of cancer a few weeks ago, the man had become as mean as a snake.

She gave him a shaky smile and closed the door.

Damn! That wasn’t the smile he wanted. He needed her. She needed him and hadn’t completely realized it yet. He needed to show her. Never good with words, he was more a man of action. He wanted to pull her into his arms and hold her, sink into the warmth between her legs.

“Okay. Let me brush my hair and get ready.” Her hands trembled slightly when she pushed the strands back. When she started past him, he grabbed her arms without thinking, like he did everything involving her. His chest pressed against hers.

“Don’t worry. I won’t let him touch you.” Did she understand his need to protect her, to touch her? He sure as hell wished he did.

“I know you won’t,” she said, her voice husky with yearning, her eyes partially closed with desire. He’d almost expected her to say, “because I’m yours.” She was and didn’t know it yet, but she would.

Hell. His brain and body was in alignment. She was his and he decided she needed to know.

The woman amazed him. How could she be so sure of him? She acted as if she trusted him. For some crazy reason he wanted her more than any other woman he’d ever met. Whenever he looked at her, he fought the urge to beat his chest and shout that she was his. He wouldn’t let the Skull put a finger on her, but he’d be damned if he could stop himself from doing a lot more.

Giving into impulse, he twisted and raised her arms above her head. He stared at her mouth for a moment, waiting for her to protest. The corners turned up slightly, and those luscious lips parted. No way could he say no to that invitation. He kissed her. He bent his knees enough for his groin to undulate between her legs. She rocked with him.

Filling her mouth with his tongue, and as he felt hers slide along his, his need grew. She moaned and sucked.

Oh, hell, yeah.

His cock pulsed with each moan and suck. He wanted more. He needed her naked, legs spread, her moist heat taking every pounding hard inch he possessed.

Pressing one dainty hand on top of the other, he dropped the other hand to his mouth to pull off a glove with his teeth. He needed more than his fingertips to feel her. His bare hand slipped under her blouse, and he yanked up her bra. With his mind centered on reaching the softness, he barely registered her cry of discomfort. As he cupped a breast—small but he liked it—he leaned down and pressed a kiss to the redness caused by his manhandling.

Hot damn, his hand fit perfectly over the soft mound. He squeezed and then pinched the small dark pink nipple between his thumb and forefinger. She bowed her back and their lips separated as she released a long moan.

“Oh, my God. Please.” Her breathless plea rushed all his blood to his cock. He pulsated from the need to enter her.

“I’ve got to fuck you.”

“What if I said no?” Her beautiful eyes searched his.

“Don’t you fucking lie to me. You know you want it as bad as I do.”

Her body arched, and he was certain he would die if he couldn’t get inside of her soon.

“Reach a little higher and hold on to that bar,” he whispered into her ear.

She looked up and then at him with one eyebrow raised.

“Not what you think. I use it for chin-ups.” His hands refused to stay still. The softness of her skin shot a tightness throughout his body. He was about to explode.

“Sure.” Her teasing tone drew his gaze.

“Think whatever you like,” he said, not really caring if she believed him or not. He helped her wrap her hands around it. His gaze traveled down her naked breasts with their pointy nipples. “Damn, I want to lick and suck you all over. But first, I’m going to fuck you so hard.”

“Hurry.” She groaned more than spoke the word. “Please.”

Had he heard a slight hesitation?

She didn’t say no.

He unbuttoned her pants then lowered her zipper before he pushed down her lacy underwear and jeans. His hands lifted one mouthwatering long leg to push the material down past her foot.

Fuck! The sight of darker blond curls on her pussy almost had him coming in his pants.

Unzipping his fly, he pulled out his cock and stroked it.

She moaned, her heavy lidded eyes watching every stroke. Her fingers wiggled on the bar as if she itched to touch him. She started to lower her hands.

“Huh-uh, put your hands back and hold tight.” Like a good girl, she did and trembled. He liked knowing she was as turned on as he was. He slid a finger into her pussy. The wetness he found there proved how much she wanted him thrusting deep.

He cupped her ass and spread her legs from behind as he lifted her onto his cock. She naturally opened up, hooking her knees over the waist of his jeans.

Then he slammed up into her. She screamed.

Mary Jane slung her head back, tears coming to her eyes. She’d wanted him, but the quick, forceful jab was more than she’d expected.

Being a virgin sucks big time.

Taking deep breaths, she corrected that thought. Getting rid of her virginity sucked more.

“Damn it, Mary Jane! Why didn’t you tell me you’d never been fucked?”

His huge body leaned against hers and her hands held on to the bar above her head. His cock still remained in her body. She’d seen people making love before. He had thrust into her only once. No way was he finished.

She wasn’t stupid. Her free-thinking parents had warned her that it would hurt the first time, and maybe even sting afterward. She hadn’t expected to scream. The amount of pain had been a surprise.

She tightened around his cock, and he released several filthy words and tossed his head back.

“Stop it. Virgins shouldn’t know how to do that.”

“What do you know of virgins? Did they sacrifice one a week to you?” She couldn’t help the humor, but by the look of his glare, he didn’t appreciate it.

Goodness, he could get over it; she was the hurt party. Though she had to admit after a few seconds, it stung only a little. She liked his big body over, next to, and in her.

She wanted him to move. She wanted more. The pleasure-pain of his cock throbbing in her brought a need for a closeness she’d never experienced.

“You haven’t answered me,” he said, his voice threatening dire consequences.

“Not a subject that comes up during conversation. Are you going to finish or not?” She wanted to thread her fingers through his hair, stroke her hands over his pecs, and clutch his shoulders. The desire to touch him fought with his request…demand…that she not do so. If her fingers traveled over his torso, he would for sure stop. She had enough sense to know that. “My arms are tired. Can I bring them down onto your shoulders?”

“No.” He breathed in deep. “I’ve got to move.” His hips pumped, and he slid out and then in, smooth thrusts with each stroke. “Sorry. Fuck, you’re tight. Sorry.” His unexpected softly spoken apologies pulled at her heartstrings. She wasn’t sure if he was apologizing for causing her pain a moment ago or needing to move at that moment. Her breath left her lungs, and all she could do was pant with each lunge.

Truthfully, she’d wanted him from the first moment they met. She wasn’t the romantic type, and to lose her virginity against an outlaw motorcycle clubhouse’s wall to the president of the club was a great story. Another adventure.

Breathing heavily, a feeling she recognized started to mount, a tightening below her bellybutton with a tingle at her clit brought her hips up to meet each plunge. Then he cursed, pulled out, and came over her mons.

She gradually straightened her legs.

“No, wait. Let go of the bar,” he said.

It took a second for her to release her painful grip. All of the blood had left her hands and arms. After letting go, she shook them. They burned with returned feeling.

“Lean against me and wrap your legs around my hips. Place your arms around my neck, clasping your hands together.” She crossed her ankles at the small of his back and did what he said. He was so strong. He didn’t act as if she was too heavy. Still holding her ass, he walked over to his bed and carefully laid her on the mattress.

“Let go. Now don’t move. I’ll be back.”

He disappeared into the bathroom. She examined the stuff on her without touching it as she heard cabinets being opened and water running. He hadn’t used a condom and had done the only thing left: He’d pulled out as he came. Not as good as birth control, but it was better than nothing.

In seconds, gloveless, he was nudging her legs apart and wiping between her legs and over her curls with a damp, warm blue washcloth. Dark red smeared the light material. A crazy thought came to mind: If she’d lived during Medieval times, it would have been presented to the party below as a sign of her purity. She bit her bottom lip to keep from giggling. Chances were he wouldn’t understand the humor in her thinking of him as a knight taking his lady.

She watched the man work on cleaning her up. A thick lock of hair drooped over one eye, and his forehead wrinkled from deep concentration. He couldn’t be sexier. Her body still hummed with sexual need as she’d come near to a climax and not gone over. His gentle rubbing between her legs was getting her worked up all over again.

“Storm.”

“Hmm.”

“Storm.” She couldn’t say it. She wasn’t usually shy about asking for what she wanted, but the current situation was different. She couldn’t make the words come out. How would it be if he used his mouth? She bet he would be great.

He looked up and waited for her to explain. Then understanding came in those kind gray eyes. The man had some expressive eyes.

“Grip the sheets and don’t let go.” He watched her follow his orders.

With one final swipe of the cloth across her curls, he dipped his head and thrust his tongue into her. Her eyelids drifted down in extreme pleasure. She’d always wanted to experience having a guy go down on her, but she never guessed it felt so good.

Her hands ached to dig into his scalp and keep him there for hours. Instead, they balled up the sheets beneath her.

From what she could tell, he liked what he was doing. She smiled. As if Storm would do anything he didn’t want to do or didn’t like.

He nipped at the tender, swollen lips and nibbled her knotted clit. Licking and sucking, he moved his head from one sensitive spot to another. She arched, trying to get closer. His rough beard rubbed across her folds, bringing back the pulsing need throwing her over the edge. Small shots of pleasure raced from between her legs. When he drew in deep, pulling at the bundle of nerves, she screamed again, this time from the ripples gripping her.

Taking his time, he pressed his tongue to her and lapped until she regained her breath.

Gradually, Storm stood, towering over her, and grinned. She watched as he licked his lips before he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

“You taste damn good.”

She swallowed deep. That was so freaking hot.

What woman could resist a man who enjoyed doing that?

After quickly drawing on her panties and jeans, brushing her hair, and pulling it back in a ponytail, she used a small mirror from her purse to put on a light coat of foundation and touch up her eyes. Her face was flushed and her lips were faintly puffy. She liked the look. Yet she felt nuts for having sex with a biker after meeting each other only two days before, especially since she’d been a virgin for so long. Then again, quick decisions ran in the family. Her mom had said yes to her dad’s marriage proposal after only a week.

An ache in a sensitive spot reminded her she’d participated in a new activity.

Fucking.

That was what Storm said. They hadn’t made love. Goodness, he wouldn’t let her touch his skin except to kiss him, put her arms around his waist while riding, or around his neck for a moment; that was all the touching he’d allowed without moving away. A strange quirk, but nothing big. She was aware of the different sexual lifestyles. There were couples at the commune who enjoyed bondage, pain, age play and D/s relationships, while others lived a more traditional lifestyle, like her parents. As far as she knew, they had a run-of-the-mill sex life. If not, she didn’t want to know. Otherwise, to each his own.

Then why did she feel like crying?

Pushing away from the bathroom counter, she walked through the bedroom and met Storm in the hallway.

Another Mayhem Brother stood beside him. Slightly taller than Storm but with coal-black hair, he looked like a full Native American. His dark eyes examined her as if he knew what they had done and wanted his turn. Broad shouldered and wearing a sneer on his face, he looked as if he didn’t expect anyone to stop him. She shifted closer to Storm, without touching.

“Ignore Cutter. I’ll kick his ass if he tries anything.” Storm sounded confident. Of course, when didn’t he? He leaned closer. “You all right?”

She nodded and glanced over at the other man.

Storm held his hand out, fingerless gloves back on, and motioned for her to go first.

The next few minutes were surreal for Mary Jane. She walked carefully down the steep staircase with two dangerous Mayhem Brothers behind her into an orgy scene from Caligula. A few months ago, she’d come across the movie on the top shelf of Jimmy’s DVDs. Only, she’d descended into the real thing. The large room, filled with men wearing Brothers of Mayhem patches over vests or jackets, vibrated with classic rock. Women of different ages in various stages of dress were draped over men and furniture.

In one corner, two females sucked their partners’ dicks. The couples appeared to be racing, and from the way money was being exchanged by the Brothers surrounding them, they were betting on a winner. In a dark but not dark enough corner, a burly Mayhem Brother screwed a woman from behind. The scent of pot and cigarettes filled the air. A circle of Brothers leaned over a table and took turns snorting lines of a white substance sitting on foil. She could only guess meth. That was the common drug of many outlaw bikers Jimmy had told her. The party wouldn’t end anytime soon. The drug caused a person to stay awake for hours, even days.

A stocky older man waved them over to the bar. He stood with several gray-haired Brothers she hadn’t seen before with the exception of Storm’s father.

“Well, so this is your client.” At the upper portion of one side of his vest, a patch was embroidered with the title National President and below it was another patch with a skull wearing a crown.

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Crane.” She held out her hand. His name and bio had been in Jimmy’s notes.

The older man laughed. “Call me Speed, and shaking hands is no way to greet a nice-looking woman like you.” Then she found herself pulled into a full-body embrace, his deep chuckle saying he was getting his kicks feeling her small breasts against his chest. With his big belly in the way, her feet left the floor.

She choked as her lungs didn’t have room to fill up with air.

“Prez, you’re cutting off her breath.” Storm’s steady tone came across as if he was giving the weather forecast.

Mary Jane wished Storm had hit Speed, but she knew it would only cause trouble. With a grunt, Speed nodded and released her.

“You’re skin and bones. Storm needs to fatten you up. He likes them with lots of curves.” Speed held his cupped hands out near his chest. The men all laughed and eyed her nearly nonexistent breasts. Blushing, she wanted to shout that Storm acted as if a handful was enough.

She looked at Storm. Had he acted that way only because he’d been caught up in the moment? She’d been teased about her flat chest most of her life. Likely, it was part of the reason she’d been a twenty-three-year-old virgin. That and she just hadn’t found anyone like Storm.

“I’m his client. So it doesn’t matter what I look like.”

“That’s what you think, sugar.” Speed’s dismissive tone ticked her off.

Before she could respond, Speed turned his back to her. “Bullhead told me you had a run in with the Thirty-Second earlier this morning. How would they know you were being released at that time in the morning?”

“They probably have a snitch at the jail.”

“Could be. Those sons of bitches are everywhere nowadays.” Speed turned his attention back to Mary Jane. “I heard how you lost your friend. Sorry about that. Jimmy had a good rep with bikes. Supreme goods. The first bike I ever stole was bought off his showroom floor the day before. A fine ride.”

That had to be fifty years ago. Probably not long after Jimmy opened his first store.

Mary Jane wasn’t sure how to react to that information. Hearing him blatantly gloat about stealing a motorcycle warned her that he thought he was untouchable when it came to breaking the law. A high-pitched voice near the front door grabbed everyone’s attention.

“About fucking time! I can’t believe we get to come back to the sacred clubhouse and party.” A full-blown redhead waddled in four-inch heels over to Storm and wrapped her arms around him. Her short, tight dress lifted in the back so high, everyone could see she wore a thong. A green one.

Storm’s face froze and drained of all color. He gripped her arms and forced her off his body, pushing her a couple of tottering steps back.

“Hey! Still don’t like women?” she asked in a low voice that only Storm and Mary Jane heard. The look on the woman’s face showed how much she enjoyed handing out that dig. Hands on ample hips, she smugly looked around.

Storm’s hand shot out and circled her throat. He squeezed, his face an inch from hers.

“You ever say that to me again, you won’t have teeth to chew afterward. Understood?”

Mary Jane reached out to Storm, but Wolf clasped her arm and shook his head.

The woman nodded the best she could in Storm’s grip.

He shoved her away.

Mary Jane had no idea what all that was about, but without thinking further on it, she stepped between them, facing Storm.

“How about getting me a drink, Storm. You wore me out earlier. Please?” If the words were not enough, the tone was one lover to another, she hoped.

She stood so close, she could feel the heat off his body and his breath stirring the hair on her forehead. Goodness, she liked how he almost surrounded her with his presence alone.

“Who are you, bitch?” The screaming behind her stopped all the talking in the room. A few giggles to one side alerted Mary Jane that the woman might have friends nearby.

She turned and held out her hand. “I’m Mary Jane. The woman Storm just fucked before we came to the party.”

The first emotion that flashed through Storm was anger, but then the expressions he noticed on everyone around him nullified that. A mixture of relief and satisfaction showed on most faces. Had so many of the Brothers questioned his sexuality?

“What?” Loosey Lynda screamed. “Is this true, Storm? I thought we had an understanding.”

He opened his mouth, but Mary Jane said, “I’ve been with him for over forty-eight hours, and haven’t heard of or seen you once. You obviously haven’t crossed his mind once. So I would say the only understanding was yours.”

“You skinny-ass bitch!” Loosey Lynda swung a fist and missed as Mary Jane leaned to one side.

“Obviously, your plump ass is too slow to hit me.”

Two more swings and each time Loosey Lynda missed. The laughing crowd surrounded the women, but allowed them room to fight. A Brother to one side shouted, “Bitch fight!”

Loosey Lynda charged Mary Jane, head down and full force. As Storm expected, Mary Jane simply stepped to one side at the last moment. Loosey Lynda wasn’t the brightest color in the Crayola box.

Mary Jane cringed and shrugged her shoulders when Loosey Lynda landed on a table and went topsy-turvy, legs spread and straight up in the air. A good number of the men whistled while most pointed and laughed.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know she’d take it so personal,” Mary Jane said, hands up and shrugging. More laughter surrounded them.

Storm couldn’t hold back the chuckle. Loosey Lynda must’ve heard as she came barreling toward her target before Mary Jane realized she had recovered from her fall.

She knocked Mary Jane into a small cluster of women. A couple held her arms and Loosey Lynda punched her in the stomach and kneed her in the side when she bent over.

Storm moved to stop them, but Speed stuck his arm out to stop him. The older man shouted, “You hold him!” Two of Speed’s men reached out.

The last thing this party needed was for him to go bonkers. Then a free-for-all between Brother and Brother would break out. Talk about a clusterfuck.

“Keep your fucking hands off me,” he said. “I won’t interfere, but you better hope she comes out of this in one piece.” Storm stepped back and waited. If anyone truly harmed her, he would rain hell down on the person, Skull or no Skull.

Before Loosey Lynda could hit her again, Mary Jane used the women holding her as support and kicked Loosey Lynda with both feet. The redhead flew into the air and landed against the wall, sliding down, unconscious. The women released their grasps and raised their hands. Mary Jane stood, hands fisted. One of the old ladies off to the side picked up a barstool. Without warning, Mary Jane turned in time and knocked it out of the woman’s hands and followed it with a quick jab to her ribs. The movements were a blur.

Storm chuckled. Mary Jane had many hidden talents.

Damn, she’s kinda hot fighting.

He nodded toward Wolf. “Take her back to my room.”

Without looking toward his national president, he crossed his arms and watched Wolf cautiously tell her the orders. Mary Jane glanced his way and then followed Wolf up the steps. He noticed she moved slow and held her left side. He should have known better than to bring her down in the middle of a Brothers of Mayhem party. Though she handled herself rather well, he should’ve stopped them sooner. She should’ve never gotten hurt. It wouldn’t happen again.

Storm nodded to Venom nearby. “Take Loosey Lynda out and tell her never to come back.” The Brother headed to where Loosey Lynda remained sprawled out on the floor.

His desire to check on Mary Jane had to be pushed to the side. Time for a chat with the Skull.

The music picked back up and everyone began talking at once. A few even imitated some of the moves Mary Jane had displayed.

Speed laughed. “I hope you’re man enough to put that bitch in her place.”

Gritting his teeth, Storm wanted to correct his national prez. There was nothing about Mary Jane that added up to bitch. She was too kind and sweet. Sure, she’d proven she knew how to take care of herself against another woman and possibly most of the men in the building, but he would do what he needed to do to protect her.

“You going back home tomorrow?” he asked.

“Want to get rid of me that fast?”

“Usually when you come up to Sand County, we go on a run to the mountains. I was thinking of going that way anyway. Keep Mary Jane out of the way until the Thirty-Second chill their engines.”

“Sure.” The older man nodded. “Yeah. That sounds like a good idea. That will give you and your dad some time to renew your acquaintance.”

“That’s not going to happen. The bastard killed my mother.” Not like Speed didn’t know, but Storm refused to let anyone forget. At that moment, he spotted his old man near the bar watching him and Speed talk. He hoped the asshole worried about their conversation.

“Have you ever once asked your dad’s side of it?”

Fury washed over him as he slowly turned his head to Speed. “He has nothing I want to hear.”

“So young and full of spit and vinegar, like my old man used to say.” Speed downed a long swallow of beer, finishing the glass. He ordered his prospect to hand him another one and then said, “You might be surprised. Your mom was having an affair with Stonewall.”

Storm had heard the rumors. At the time, Stonewall had been the club’s sergeant at arms and with good reason, he hung around his parents a lot. Anything could happen. But beating a woman to death wasn’t the answer. Divorce was less bloody.

“What time tomorrow do we leave?” He wanted the subject changed.

“Lunchtime would be soon enough. It will give Razz time to get here.” He was the Mobile chapter’s president. “Here.” Speed reached into his vest’s inside pocket and pulled out a joint. “Enjoy. You need to relax. You’re strung tight. Go get you some of that sweet-looking pussy.” He slapped Storm’s back and turned away.

The asshole knew he hated for anyone to touch him, especially his back.

Stretching his neck and rotating his shoulders, he headed toward the steps. He didn’t want to admit it, but he really wanted to check on Mary Jane. Maybe she would let him doctor her bruises.

Yeah, right. Call him Dr. Ryder.