CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER TEN
Spider
The dinner at Orca’s place had gone as well as could be expected.
His Prez and VP had not been impressed that their officers had taken it upon themselves to investigate a fellow brother without their knowledge. Luckily the evidence he had laid in front of them had been solid and Kid told Orca he would deal with the problem personally.
That was four days ago.
Spider wasn’t included in the small group Kid gathered to interrogate Rof.
The interrogation hadn’t given them much because Rof, though a dick, wasn’t part of Omo’s group of traitors. What had changed was his family life, his old lady had taken their girls and moved into one of the family units at the compound. They were guarded around the clock. Kid ordered Rof to keep his distance until his old lady indicated she was ready to talk.
The brother was visibly suffering but he was sticking to the rules.
Which was a good thing.
He didn’t give a shit that he wasn’t included in the group because he was busy as hell trying to handle club business, company business and his private business with his son. There wasn’t enough hours in the day to add more to his already overcrowded schedule.
He had another visit scheduled with his boy and he had cleared his day to be able to spend as much time with him as possible. They were connecting and it was the most amazing thing to see him smile when spotted him. He started clapping his hands and shouting ‘Daddy, Daddy, Daddy’ the minute he saw him.
Since they now regularly spent time together his son’s vocabulary was increasing. Josie told him that the ‘madam and sir’ didn’t spend time with him or talked to him. He was showed off to their friends at times but that was it. According to her ‘the sir’ was better with the boy than the ‘madam’ whatever that meant. As far as socialisation went up to now he only had his nanny to interact with.
It was another piece of vital information to use in his case against the Rutherfords.
He was lucky Josie trusted him and had been giving him the means to build his case for full custody of his son.
He couldn’t believe how fast time was moving. Tomorrow he was seeing his son and this coming weekend would be the first time he would get to spend three days with his boy. Their unit wasn’t ready yet so he’d spoken to Dom and was taking him to their beach property. It was better protected than Fort Knox and he and his little man could relax and get better acquainted. He had considered taking Josie with them but he wasn’t one hundred percent sure he could trust her with the location of Dom and Niki’s hideaway.
Genna was going to do her best to arrive before Friday but he wasn’t sure she would make it. She still had a couple of loose ends to tie up in Joburg.
Like telling their parents she had resigned from her job. She still hadn’t done it.
His sister didn’t realise their mum and dad only wanted the best for her. And the best was whatever she wanted to do with her life. Unfortunately she had always compared herself to Gail, their oldest sister. Gail had always known what she wanted in life and set about getting it. She was happy working at the Iron Dogz offices and being a mother to her and Johan’s kids. She had always wanted to be a wife and a mother, it had been her dream.
That wasn’t the life Genna wanted.
Not that he knew what it was his sister was looking for but what he did know was that she still hasn’t found it.
He wasn’t worried.
He knew she would find it, whatever that ‘it’ was.
Finishing the last of the money transfers for the day he double checked that everything was secure before he shut down for the day.
It was time to get something to eat and maybe a beer before hitting his bed.
Locking the club’s laptops in the hidden safe he set the alarms, picked up his personal machine and left the office. He double checked that the door had automatically locked before he strode down the passage to the front of the clubhouse.
There were a few brothers hanging out in the common room and he gave them a quick chin lift as he set his laptop down on the bar top. Being a week night and with the new rules in effect there were no hangarounds or sluts in sight.
“Prospect, keep an eye while I get some dinner, okay?”
“You got it, Boss.”
There was a huge pot of stew on the stove that filled the air with the fragrant scent of spices. His mouth watered as he grabbed a bowl from the stack set out on the work top. Loading up on brown rice he then ladled the delicious smelling stew over the top. Setting his bowl on the table he drizzled chutney over the meat and veggie goodness, picked up a fork and went back to the bar.
Setting his bowl down next to his laptop he settled in. Eating while opening his machine and picking up where he had left off in his search for furniture. Gen had sent him so many fucking photos of couches, chairs, coffee tables, dining room sets and other shit he didn’t know he needed.
Taking a sip of his beer he kept scrolling through photos of couches. They all looked pretty much the same to him but according to his sister he had to narrow them down to those he liked. It meant they had less to look at when she arrived.
He wondered if he could talk her into going into one store and buying all the shit he needed there.
It was worth a try.
“Hello Spider.” A timid voice said next to him.
Looking to the side he found a young woman sitting next to him.
What the hell?
Since Orca banned the sluts from the common room during the week he’d been hanging out here because no one bothered him. Unless of course he hung out with his brothers.
Where the fuck had this woman come from?
He frowned at her, took in the way she was dressed and realised she wasn’t one of the sluts. Plus she sort of looked familiar but he had no fucking clue who she was or why she was talking to him.
“Do I know you?” He knew it was rude but he wasn’t getting his ass in a sling. Not ever again.
She blushed bright red.
“Uhm, I…I thought you would remember me.” She said softly. “I…I looked after Kellen after he was hurt. We sort of…crossed paths while he was here recovering.”
Her hesitant explanation on how they met cleared nothing up. For the life of him he couldn’t pull her from his memory banks. He remembered some woman taking care of his friend but that’s all. At the time he didn’t pay much attention to anyone besides Kellen and Strange.
Fucking Strange. He instantly shoved her memory back in the dark where it belonged.
“Sorry, it’s a blank. I don’t think we were ever introduced. I mostly visited with Kel after work and only remember running into Gideon and his surfing buddy, Strange.”
A look flashed across her face but he wasn’t sure what it was. It had looked like a mix of fury and pain. He idly wondered what that was about.
“I’m Natalie, Natalie Kriel. My dad, Kriek, is the club’s Treasurer. Oh, sorry, no, he used to be before he retired. You are the new Treasurer.” She explained in a rush of words.
New? Not really, he had been here for a while now but maybe in her eyes he was new.
At least her presence now made sense. She was a club kid and therefore allowed in the common room during the week.
“Ah, okay, I didn’t know Kriek had kids. Pleased to meet you, Natalie.” He kept it formal.
“Uhm, I’m not a kid anymore, I’m twenty four and I’m at university studying Medicine, I’ll be a doctor when I graduate. My dad said I’ll be the club’s doctor when the time comes. I love the club and loved helping Kellen. I would do anything for the club and the brothers. Anything.” She finished in a rush, eyes shining with a fervour that made him uncomfortable.
Spider got a bad feeling in his gut as the girl looked up at him through her fucking lashes.
He’d been around women and girls all his life and he knew when someone was into him. This kid was into him, in a big way. It was so not going to happen, he wasn’t interested in fucking his life up even more.
And what the fuck was Kriek’s deal, discussing club matters with his daughter?
All the brothers had been informed about Orca’s eldest daughter coming home and stepping up as the club’s Medical Officer.
Why was he telling his kid she would be the club’s doctor when it wasn’t going to happen?
Her saying she loved the club and the brothers? What the fuck was that about? And that glint in her eyes made him really uncomfortable.
And then, unfortunately, he found out why she’d made the statement.
“Uhm…my…my dad told me about…about your problem. He said you were fighting a slut for custody of your son. He…he also said you’re going to need a…a wife to stand a chance of winning the case. I…I just thought I’d tell you that I’m willing to marry you to help you out. I…I like you and I like kids and I’m sure we can convince the court we’re together. We’re both educated and we can provide a good home for a child, or any future children.”
Spider had to suppress the shiver of loathing when she put her small hand on his bare forearm. Her hand felt cold and a bit clammy, like the skin of a toad.
Fucking hell.
Taking her hand in his he slowly removed it, putting it back in her lap.
Her huge brown eyes stared up at him and he didn’t like the way she looked at him, she looked obsessed.
“Thanks for the offer, but I’m not marrying anyone. It was a joke Wrath made and wasn’t meant to be taken seriously. I don’t know why your dad told you I needed a wife to win my case because it’s not true.”
He wasn’t going to give her more than that. He would be talking to his prez and to Kriek, the fucker. How dare the motherfucker discuss his business and club business with his bloody daughter?
Watching her expression and eyes he saw the moment rage flared in her eyes before it disappeared to be replaced by a placid look. It reminded him of the look in the eyes of cows or a big antelope when they stood placidly chewing the cud.
It horrified him.
“I think you should consider it. Being a family would be better than…”
She didn’t get a chance to finish because a voice rang out interrupting her mid-sentence. A voice he knew and hadn’t expected to hear again anytime soon.
“Hi there Surfer-man!” Ingrid sang out as she sashayed her way through the common room.
She knew she was beautiful and she used it as she smiled and nodded her way past the brothers staring at her.
He was pissed at her for leaving without giving him an explanation but right now he was fucking grateful for the interruption.
“Ingrid, babe, what the fuck are you doing here?” He stood and caught her as she launched herself into his arms.
She pressed her lips to his and he went with it, kissing her hard and deep.
Fuck, he’d missed kissing her. She always put her whole body into a kiss.
Finally lifting his head he set her away from him and held on to her waist as he met her blue eyes.
“That was a great fucking kiss, but I ask again. What are you doing here?”
“The band is on a six week break to rest and recover before we hit the remaining dates. I thought instead of hanging out in LA all by myself I’d come spend time with Niki. And of course her beautiful boy, I missed him, and all of you.” She grinned up at him then winked.
Licking her lips she wiggled her eyebrows. “You taste like you ate something yummy, any chance of there being some left for me? I didn’t get anything to eat before coming to see you.”
Spider shook his head and smiled. Typical Ingrid. She was like a steamroller. A sometimes not so great part of her character, especially when she rolled over others to get her way.
“There might be some left. I’ll feed you but then you owe me a talk. Deal?”
She immediately nodded. “Deal.”
Turning with her tucked under his arm he frowned when he saw the empty chair where Natalie had been. The kid had obviously gotten the message and left.
Thank fuck.
“Prospect, keep an eye on my girl while I get her something to eat.” He said loud enough for everyone to overhear.
Hopefully Natalie would hear him calling Ingrid his girl. Not that she was. Not at all. She wouldn’t get the wrong idea either.
That’s what he liked about her, she was used to the rockers she grew up with calling everyone by pet names or calling them ‘their girl’. All it meant was that she was under his protection, nothing more, and she got it.
Leaving her at the bar he went to the kitchen and loaded a bowl with some stew. Back at the bar he set it in front of her. She had a bottle of water in her hand that she set down next to the bowl.
“Prospect, I’ll have the same.” He nodded towards the water.
He couldn’t remember his name, in actual fact he couldn’t remember the names of any of the prospects. He really should make an effort to memorise their names.
When he set the water down Spider tapped a finger on the bar. “Remind me again, what is your name?”
The prospect looked like he was trying to hide a smile. “It’s Thomas, Boss, but most of the brothers call me Tom.”
Spider nodded. “Okay, got it. Thanks Thomas.”
Ingrid was tucking into the stew and hummed with appreciation. Finishing a mouthful she shook her head and pointed at the bowl.
“This is the best thing I’ve eaten since I don’t know when. We have caterers on the tour but there’s nothing like a home cooked meal. I miss it when we’re on the road. My dad and I try to find places to eat in every city but it’s difficult with him being who he is.”
Spider took the last couple of bites of his food before it cooled down completely, pushed the bowl to the side and turned to her.
He watched her eat, so bloody dainty and high-class. Ingrid Larsson was all class despite the fact that her father was a rock star with a wild reputation. It reminded him of the way Niki ate as well, and seeing they virtually grew up together in that fancy school he wasn’t surprised.
He waited until she was finished then took her bowl and set it aside with his.
“I’ve fed you now tell me why you’re here. You couldn’t get away from me fast enough the last time you were in the city.” He knew his tone had a bite in it but he didn’t care.
The beautiful woman turned towards him, her knees settling between his because they were so close together. Her short pale blonde hair was arranged in artful spikes making it look like she just ran her fingers through her hair. Pale blue eyes between long dark lashes smiled up at him. Her pale skin was without any blemishes, not a freckle to be seen. She had a body meant for sin, big tits, small waist and a curvy behind with mile long legs. Her Norwegian heritage was plain to see. In another age she would have been a Viking shield maiden.
Fuck, she was damned beautiful and like before his cock responded to her.
“Talk to me.” He ordered as he set his hand on her jean clad thigh, stroking gently.
“Firstly, I want to apologise for ghosting you, it was weak, and a shitty thing to do.”
“Why did you?”
“Remember the last family party here? We were hanging out around the fire pit with your brothers and I came inside to use the bathroom. A woman followed me in and with a lot of hand wringing and tears proceeded to tell me what a big manwhore you were. She said you led her to believe she was the one for you, only to have you drop her for someone else and then you dropped that woman when I came along and started things with me. I was stupid and should have questioned her more but she sounded so bloody believable. I acted like a total arse and left the country without explaining. It was only when my dad sat me down and we talked it through that I realised the bitch had lied to me. By then it was too late because you stopped taking my calls, in fact, you bloody well blocked me.” She huffed.
“Correction, I was the one calling you and you blocked me first.” He squeezed her thigh and smiled when she wriggled under his hand.
“You’re right, I’m sorry I was such a bitch. I should have told you what she’d said, not hopped on a plane and blocked you. But in my defence, I grew up around rock stars who are the worst when it comes to women. And I count my dad as one of those, at least until about two years ago. I’m happy to report he hasn’t been dipping into the groupie pond the way he used to.”
Spider sighed and drew her chair closer, bracketing her thighs with his. The cool fresh scent he associated only with her teased his senses.
“Why are you here?” He asked, keeping his voice low so as not to be overheard.
Ingrid answered him as softly. “Niki called, said you needed a friend and here I am. I can stay for about three weeks before I have to head back to LA. We both know what this is and what it isn’t. I like you, more than just a lot but it isn’t enough. It’s not the real thing.”
Spider nodded. She was right.
“I know, babe, I know. We like each other enough to go to bed together and for it to be fucking amazing. But you’re right, it’s not enough. I’ll be honest with you, I want you in my bed for as long as you’re here, no strings, no promises. Can you give me that?”
Her answer was her arms around his neck and her lips on his.
He sank into her mouth, drinking from it deep.
She might not be the woman he’d put on the back of his bike one day, but for now they had amazing chemistry together.
He had to get them out of there before he threw her on a pool table and fucked her raw in front of his brothers. Something neither of them wanted.
Pulling away he kept her close as he whispered. “You staying?”
She licked her red lips and nodded.
That was all he needed to hear, collecting his shit he got them out of there and to his room.
Setting his laptop on his desk he kicked his boots off then turned to her.
She stood naked next to his bed. An ice queen waiting on him to defile her.
And defile her he would.
Ripping his tee over his head he dropped it on the floor then unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned, unzipped and dropped his jeans to the floor. The belt buckle and chain connected to his wallet clanked but it was a far off noise.
His eyes were riveted on the beauty waiting on him.
Stepping out of his pants he kicked them to the side, bent and drew off his socks.
He’d gone commando today so there wasn’t underwear to deal with.
Ingrid’s gaze was riveted to his junk.
“Oh, sweet, holy cock.” She muttered. “You got more.”
Spider grinned as he grabbed his hard shaft at the base then slowly stroked up the length, shuddering when his hand enclosed the head.
“I did, the better to please you with.”
Grabbing her tits she twisted her pierced nipples, her mouth open and panting.
“I’m so ready for you I’m dripping.” Her tongue licked along her lower lip, slow, so slow. “I want you inside me, right now.”
“What if I want to have a taste of you first? You going to give it to me?”
“Take it. Take whatever you want, just hurry because I want that magnificent cock inside me. Those piercings are going to wreck me, I know it.”
“On the bed, now, and spread wide for me. You know how I like it.”
They’d done this often so she definitely knew how he wanted her displayed before eating her out.
He stood stroking his dick as she did as he asked. Lying in the middle of his big bed she spread her legs wide, showing him her naked and visibly wet little kitty. He wasn’t one of those guys who had preferences for eating a woman out, he liked them however they came to him, completely bare or with hair. He really didn’t care, for him it was about the moment he spread those lips and feasted on the wet pink interior.
“Look at the ice queen showing me her pink pussy. It’s been a while since I feasted, so prepare, I’m going to take my time.”
A rose coloured flush spread over her chest, neck and face telling him she was turned on and ready for him.
Taking the box of condoms out of the drawer next to the bed he quickly but carefully wrapped his dick, twice. Yes, he double bagged. He always did.
Knowing her eyes were on him made his dick hard as rock but the bastard would have to wait, he was going to feast first.
Kneeling between her splayed thighs he gently stroked his hands up the inside of her thighs, right up until they reached the creases on either side of her outer lips. His suntanned hands looked dark against the whiteness of her skin. The contrast between them worked for him, in a big way. Then he pushed, gently, splaying her even more and watched as she flowered open.
Fuck, it was a sight he loved, the moment the wet pink appeared and the scent of pussy perfumed the air.
Using only his thumbs he lightly stroked down her outer lips then pulled, opening them wide. Dipping down he flattened his tongue, settled it at the bottom of her slit and dragged it up the centre to the top then swirled his tongue around her little clit.
She shuddered and moaned but lay still, the way he liked.
He feasted on her, licking, sucking, biting and pushing her into a hard orgasm. He did it over and over, not having had her in so long he was being a dick but didn’t care. Her moans were like music to his ears, finally he sat back and wiped his wet scruff on her lower belly as he slowly rose over her.
“You ready to take me?”
“You dick, you know I’m more than ready. Give me that cock and give it to me now.”
Taking his shaft in his hand he notched the head in her wet and still spasming opening, then shoved in hard and deep.
He knew she could take it, she’s done so before.
The girl loved it hard and rough and he liked giving it to her.
Holding himself deep inside her he dropped a quick kiss on her lips before rearing back, lifting on his forearms he started a roll from his shoulders down to his hips, slamming deep every time he drew his dick out. The wet sounds they made and their combined scents perfumed the air, driving him.
He could do this forever he mused as he powered in and out of her.
Unfortunately he hadn’t fucked in a while so the sensation of her inner walls clasping and pulsing around his shaft was pushing him towards his climax, hard.
“You got to get there, not gonna last long.” He bit through clenched teeth.
“Almost, almost, just…a little more.” She gasped.
He sped up his thrusts until she exploded in a gush of wetness.
“YES!! I LOVE YOUR COCK!” She screamed.
He slammed through her pulsing walls, losing himself as he came.
After a few seconds trying to catch his breath he took hold of his shaft, holding on to the condoms he pulled out of her then rolled to collapse next to her shaking body.
Panting through the aftermath of an amazing orgasm he slowly sat up, took hold of the condoms, pulled them off and tied them. He was about to drop them in the small trash can next to the bed when he changed his mind. Getting up he walked into his bathroom and flushed them, got a warm cloth, cleaned his dick then took it back to the bed.
Ingrid was still splayed out and he made quick work of cleaning her up before taking the cloth back to the bathroom and rinsing it. He hung it over the towel rail then returned to his bed and the woman waiting on him.
Lying next to her he smiled when she reached for his hand and squeezed it.
“You might not want to hear this but you’re the best fuck I’ve ever had. Top class, sir, top class.”
He grinned as he turned his head towards her and shrugged. “I try my lady, I try.”
“You staying?” He asked.
“If you don’t mind, I’m bushed.”
“No worries.” He said quietly as he settled the duvet the way he liked it, she rolled over, turning her back on him. She knew from when they were together before that he didn’t cuddle.
He gave her his back and fell asleep fast.
He turned to her during the night and took her again, hard and fast.
Finally sated he fell back to sleep.
He woke early, Ingrid was curled up on the far side of the bed and her breathing told him she was sleeping deeply. Getting out of bed without waking her he walked into the bathroom, pissed then had a shower. With a towel wrapped around his waist he took care of brushing his teeth and hair, rubbed sunscreen on his face and neck then walked out into the room.
She was still sleeping but had moved to the middle of the bed.
He got dressed, took his belt and wallet from his dirty jeans and slipped the belt through the loops of his jeans, settling his wallet in his back pocket and clipping the chain to the belt loops.
Cleaning up his room was quick and easy. He dropped his shit in the hamper but folded her clothes and left it on the chair where she would see it.
Writing her a quick note he left it on the bedside table under her phone.
I,
Gone for the day. Won’t be back until late. Pull the door closed behind you, it will lock automatically. Sleep as long as you like. I’ll let one of the prospects know you’re here and to let you out the gate when you’re ready to leave. I’ll call you later.
S.
He stood with his hand on the door looking back at her.
She lay in his bed, on his navy sheets and looked like the ice queen he called her.
She looked good over there in his bed but he knew in his gut she was a friend and a distraction only. Once, when he had first met her, he had thought they might have something, but he had been wrong.
She was a fucking amazing lay and a good person. They could talk about anything under the sun and she was a lot of fun to be around.
But she was not what his heart told him he needed. She was a distraction only.
With a sigh he turned away, opened the door walked out.
Listening for the double click that told him it was locked he tucked his laptop firmly under his arm and walked away. He forgot about her almost instantly.
It was Wednesday and his day to spend with his son.
There was no way to hide his wide smile as he walked down to the kitchen.
He should have known to avoid it.
“I LOVE YOUR COCK!!”
The fuckers sitting at the table shouted at him as he walked in.
“Shut up you dicks.” He scolded but without any real force.
“Who the hell do you have up there in your room, brother? She’s fucking loud when you’re giving it to her.” Blaze teased.
He was surprised that they didn’t know seeing how he didn’t hide it when he took her upstairs to his room last night.
“Ingrid came for a visit. She’s going to be around for about three weeks before heading back to the States.” He explained, he wanted to be sure they all knew this was fun, and only fun for both of them.
“Niki’s friend?” Dizzy asked with wide eyes.
He nodded as he got some coffee then a plate and loaded it with scrambled eggs and bacon before joining them at the table.
“Are we going to be subjected to the screaming every night for the next three weeks?” Sly asked with a frown.
Spider shook his head. “Nope, this was a once off, she’ll most probably stay at Dom’s place. He has an apartment for visitors in his building.”
He would make a point of crashing there and not bringing her back to the clubhouse.
It would be better for both of them if she wasn’t in his personal space.