I meant to say the words as a warning to her body knowing the moment I drove my dick into her sweet pussy, I would never be the same. There is something about Kelly, something that makes me lose any sort of common sense. The girl is a pro at smashing down my walls, making me believe I’m worthy of all the things Sally stole from me the day he taught me I wasn’t invincible. The day I learned I was destined to be alone.
Staring into her eyes, having her spread before me ready and willing to give me everything I craved, the warning took on a different meaning.
I could break her.
Ruin her.
My cock heavy, begging my mind to shut down, I pause between her legs.
“I can take it,” she murmurs, sliding her hands down my back. Squeezing my ass, she lifts her hips.
If anyone can take the wrath of me, I want to believe it’s her. I want to trust Kelly’s resilience is a match for the doom I carry wherever I go. I want to feed off her strength and let go of the pain that weighs me. The nightmare that haunts me.
I want to bury myself so deep there is no way out.
My hips plunge forward and my cock pushes through her wet folds. Eyes wide, lips part, she gasps at the intrusion. Pausing, I reign myself in and feed her my length slowly. She stretches for me, pulling me in and I bend my head to take her nipple into my mouth when the sound of someone’s fist pounding on my door forces me to pause.
“Shit,” I grunt, hanging my head miserably. Unable to stop myself, I slide another inch deeper and a guttural moan passes her lips encouraging me to fill her. To fuck her until she can’t breathe. Until she can’t fucking walk. Until the motherfucker on the other end of that door gets lost.
“More,” she pleads.
Not an hour ago she was worried someone was going to catch her naked in my room. Now, she’s hungry for it and fuck me, if that don’t make me want her more.
Burying my face in her neck, I push deeper.
“Fuck, I want to stay inside you forever,” I growl against her throat.
The fist slams against the door again.
Fuck you.
“Open the fucking door, Linc,” Wolf bellows from the other side.
At the sound of his voice, I pull out of his niece knowing my cock is about to be severed if he catches us. To make matters worse, Kelly jolts upright and stares at the door like a deer caught in headlights. Scrambling to get off the bed, I snap my fingers breaking her trance.
“Get up,” I hiss.
“He’s going to kill you,” she says, turning to me.
“Thanks babe,” I mock, grabbing a pair of sweats.
“You better be dead in there,” Wolf growls.
“Give me a minute,” I shout. Shoving my swollen dick into the waistband of my sweatpants, I pull a t-shirt from the drawer. Kelly gets up and circles the bed in search of her clothes. Finding her shirt, she pulls it over her head.
“My panties.”
“We don’t got time to solve the case of the missing fucking thong. Go hide in the bathroom,” I order, gritting my teeth. Narrowing her eyes in anger, she flips me the bird.
“What if he goes in the bathroom? This ain’t exactly the Ritz.”
“The closet,” I hiss.
“I’m going to kill you,” she sneers.
“You’re not going to have the chance.”
Rolling her eyes, she pulls the closet door open and steps inside. Swiping my hand down my face, I get a whiff of her scent and realize not only do I smell like pussy but, the entire fucking room smells like sex.
“Three seconds before I break the fucking door down,” he growls.
Closing my hand around the knob, I slide the deadbolt and greet the beast.
“Jesus, man, impatient much?”
Narrowing his eyes into tiny slits, he looks me up and down.
“That anyway to greet the man who saved your fucking hide?” he questions. Placing his large paw against the door, he pushes it open wide and enters my room. “What took you so long?”
Shrugging a shoulder impassively, I reach around and cup the back of my neck.
“I was sleeping,” I lie.
His eyes dart to my bed and the rumpled sheets.
“It smells like pussy in here,” he smirks. “Looks like you’ve decided to live it up after all.”
Without thinking, I flinch at his words. If he only knew he was talkin’ about his niece.
“Where is she?”
Startled, I look at him.
“Where’s who?”
“The chick you fucked,” he replies.
“Oh,” I say, relaxing my shoulders. “You know how it is…in and out.”
Seemingly happy with that response, he drapes an arm around my shoulders.
“Thatta’ boy,” he croons proudly. “Spoken like a true biker.”
“Well, it was bound to rub off on me,” I reply, diverting my eyes to the closet. “You just get in?”
“Yeah,” he replies, dropping his arm from my shoulder. “Rolling down the East Coast on club business. Figured I’d give my pipes a rest and check on how everything is going down here.”
“I’ll be happy to catch you up to speed,” I tell him.
I’d be a hell of a lot happier doing it far away from this room.
“Good, I’m fucking starving,” he says, glancing at the leather watch on his wrist. “Kelly still wasting her days sleeping until noon?”
My eyes wander back to the closet.
“Noon is early for her,” I answer.
“Alright, I’ll catch up with her after you take me for breakfast,” he says, pulling my attention back to him.
“Sure, there’s a Denny’s down the road.”
Sweat beads across my forehead as I turn to grab my cut and boots. Not bothering to put them on, I jerk my chin toward the open door.
“Fuck that, I want steak and eggs,” he taunts. “And, you’re treating.”
Little does he know, I’d rob a cow to get him the fuck out of here.
“What the hell is the matter with you?” he asks, scrutinizing me.
“I need coffee,” I lie. “Come on, you ready?”
“You’re fucked in the head, huh?”
“That too,” I agree, pushing him out the door.
Once he’s in the hallway, cursing me under his breath I slam the door shut and follow him through the clubhouse. Outside, we straddle our bikes and I take the big guy to a diner. Watching him devour a strip steak and five eggs, I wonder how the son of a bitch hasn’t had a heart attack. He asks about the club first and I tell him about prospecting. However, he’s not surprised. In fact, he revealed it was partially the reason for his visit.
Apparently, he called Sin to see how things were with his sister and my president told him they were voting on my patch this week. Something I had no idea was happening. I questioned why he would tell Wolf and he shrugged.
“Sin thought I’d want to be here if they voted you to get your colors.”
Judging by the nonchalance of his words and the way he avoided my eyes, I knew for certain Wolf did want to be there. Not for any other reason than to share that pivotal moment with me. It made me feel good and the respect I already had for Wolf grew from the gesture. Whether he was there out of respect for my old man, or because he felt like he had a hand in my future didn’t matter. I had Wolf in my corner and that was something sacred.
It was there in that diner that I learned the true definition of brotherhood.
I also learned I was a scumbag because the moment he asked how Kelly was doing, I was flooded by the memory of her coming on my tongue. If I closed my eyes, I could still feel her wrapped around my dick, taking me deeper and deeper.
Brother or no brother, Wolf had lousy fucking timing.
I thought about coming clean but what would I say? I doubt he wanted to hear I wasn’t planning on making her my old lady or anything like that. It wasn’t because she wasn’t worthy. There was no one I rather have by my side. No other girl I wanted to claim but, I knew I couldn’t give her everything.
I couldn’t give her my heart or take hers because everything I loved I lost. Still, I wasn’t giving her up. Selfishly I decided I would take all she offered until she no longer did. The day would come when she was sick of my shit when she decided she wanted more. Deserved more. Once she realized that truth, she’d cut me loose.
I’m just a pit stop on Kelly’s ride, and that has to be enough.
After the diner, we made our way back to the clubhouse. Wolf went off to find Kelly and I retreated to my room. Her pink thong was hanging on my lampshade with a note.
A souvenir from me to you. I’m still going to kill you but, I think I’ll wait until after you fuck me.
Smiling at the note, I lifted the panties from the shade and brought them to my nose. My cock hardened instantly and, I shoved the panties and the note in my nightstand before heading into the shower. The water had barely warmed before I wrapped my hand around my shaft and jerked myself to the memory of her under me. And, when I came all over my hand, all over my stomach…it was her fucking name I cried out.
Later that day, Sin called church, and the club voted unanimously that I had earned my patch. Wolf stood beside me as I watched Sin pull his knife from his pocket and removed the prospect patch from my vest. He called Joanne in and I watch as her shaky hand sewed the insignia into the leather.
Once she was done, I slipped it on and proudly stood before my brothers, vowing to uphold the beliefs of the Satan’s Knights. To cherish the sanctity of brotherhood and never leave a brother behind. I swore to defend the reaper on my back and the lifestyle for which it stood. Honor, Respect, and Loyalty were not simply words but the fundamentals of my existence.
“I bet wherever your old man is, he’s smiling now,” Wolf whispered.
I was born into the world as the son of Cain.
Destined for shit.
Now, a man of mayhem.
The creator of chaos.
Breeder of havoc.
I am Satan’s knight.