Breaker: An MC Romance

Chapter 12

Breaker

My Goldie: I”ve been thinking, and I know it”s for the best. I”m sorry, but we”re over; we never should have been together. I won”t change how I am with Noah, but I think it”s best if you keep your distance so we don”t confuse him. I”m sorry.

For the tenth time,I re-read the message I received a few days ago, not knowing what to do now. I need to smash something while also wanting to get flat-out drunk.

How in the fuck am I going to rectify this?

I knew she was going to use what happened as an excuse; I fucking knew it, yet I was still shocked when I received the text, and now even Noah won”t speak to me after Quinn explained that she and I were no longer together—oh, and that the fucker, Andrew, will be in her class every day.

I can”t fucking express the pain I feel right now. Noah won”t speak to me, because he’s bright enough to know I unintentionally caused the problem, and my girl has ended things.

Life fucking sucks!

”Alright, I”m here. What was so important I had to drop everything at the garage to rush here?”

I ignore Jack’s words and I re-read the text one.

Fuck, I miss her.

”Breaker?” he prods, grunting when I don”t answer him. He grabs my phone and makes me sigh.

Reading the text, he growls, ”Fuck, she didn”t believe the footage?”

I snort, replying, ”I think she did, but the problem is that she was already skittish beforehand.”

He sighs. ”Is this what you wanted to talk to me about? Honestly, man, she hasn”t spoken to me since, and before that, it was months since we had a conversation. And, honestly, I can’t explain the reasons why she’s like she is without losing her completely.”

I smile but shake my head as I take my phone back, ready to drink myself stupid.

I state, ”Actually, despite you punching me,” he winces, “I”ve decided to sponsor you as a prospect.” His eyes widen, and I half smile. “It”s going to take a lot of work. A prospect has to do grunt work for a year and prove themselves as a brother, but I have faith in you.”

He nods, happiness shining in his eyes as he states, ”Thank you, Breaker, I, fuck….”

I grin and pat his back as I grab the prospect cut. ”You don”t need to thank me. How you protected your sister against a brother and just now, not wanting to explain her issues, shows your loyalty. Put this on and get back to work, prospect.”

He grins wide as he takes the cut and puts it on, causing the brothers behind me to cheer and make him laugh. He looks at me again and says, ”She”s stubborn…. Don”t give up if you truly love her like I think you do.”

He leaves. I sigh, looking at Timmy tipping his chin to the bottle of whiskey, ready to forget for a little while. Noah is at my momma’s tonight—his fucking idea.

Just as Timmy hands me the glass, Lola stops near me and clears her throat.

I snap, ”Not now, Lola!”

She clears her throat and whispers, ”I uh just I did something, Breaker….”

I snarl at her, ”I don”t give a shit, just fuck off, yeah, so I can drown my sorrows in fucking peace instead of being hounded by a girl that doesn’t get the fucking memo.”

She flinches, and I know I should feel guilty, but I can”t fucking do this shit with her anymore. She knows I never saw her as anything other than a sister, and it”s time for her to grow the fuck up.

Fuck….I down another shot, and I am already seeing double. I”m not sure how long I”ve been sitting here, but I feel fucking good.

I go to take another shot as someone pats my back, and I turn to see Tats with a worried look. I babble, ”Huh, n-norm-normally I do-don”t see one-one Tats here but-but now there is two….”

He shakes his head, taking the shot off me, making me whine, but he snorts.

”Brother, you”ve had enough. Get to bed before I grab Olivia to come to sort you out.”

I groan, not wanting to upset our Liv, and stumble off the stool. He goes to grab me, but I put my hand up and say, ”I-I g-got it-it.”

He sighs but nods, knowing I won”t accept his help. It”s a shame I didn”t take up his offer, though.

I squint when I get to my door, noticing Suzy in nothing but red lingerie. She grins at me, twirling her hair in her finger, or at least that”s what I think she”s doing.

I hum, unlock my door, and open it. I don”t think about what I”m doing; I don”t think about the pain I”m about to cause. Instead, I open the door for her before closing it behind me. She pushes me against the door and gets on her knees as the door clicks shut. She undoes my jeans, then tugs them apart enough to pull my hard cock out, taking the head into her mouth, sucking hard. I moan in pleasure as she deep throats me, the head of my cock hitting the back of her throat. Instead of gagging, she moans, and then bobs her head on my cock as she’s sucking.

The feeling is amazing, my drunken mind not realizing what I”m doing as I grab hold of her head, keeping her still as I start to thrust in and out, hard and fast, closing my eyes and picturing my Goldie on her knees before me.

She puts her hands on my balls and starts to roll them between her fingers, then pulls them, and my spine tingles, and I don”t hold back. I thrust quicker, keeping her head still as my cum squirts down her throat, making me moan as I feel her swallow.

I keep my cock deep until I”ve finished, then I lift her up by her arms and throw her on my bed. She squeals, but I ignore the irritating sound as I stumble over to the bed, somehow managing to put my cock away as I tear her panties from her body, ready to return the favor.

Her nails instantly dig into my scalp as my lips latch onto her enlarged clit, and I suck hard, her taste making me want to gag, but I ignore the feeling. I place two fingers inside her lose cunt and thrust, sucking harder on her clit, wanting to make her come before I pass out, knowing it”s about to happen.

Her nails dig deeper, and my fingers move quicker. Finally, she squeals like a banshee and comes. I remove my mouth before her juices wet my face, not wanting that shit on me. I struggle to stand, falling on my back on my bed, mumbling, ”You can fuck off now…” as she giggles, and I pass out.

I groan, my head thumping as I slowly blink. A fucking horrible taste burns my mouth as I slowly sit up from where I”m lying sideways on my bed.

How much did I fucking drink last night?

I check the time and see it”s only four in the morning, and I groan. I move to lay back down, but then I notice the lacy, red panties, and I freeze. Suzy.

Oh, fuck no, what did I do?

Bile rises into my throat as I quickly grab my trash can, and vomit.

Fuck, fuck, fuck….

I heave for about five minutes before quickly grabbing my phone and calling the one person I know would be here instantly.

My body shakes with absolute panic as Tats answers within five rings.

”Fuck, Breaker, is everything okay?”

My breath stutters and I try to speak, but instead, I let out a fucking sob like a pussy.

”Alex, talk to me….”

I shake my head at the panic in his voice before there”s a rustle, and Violet, his woman”s voice, hits my ears.

”Alex, what”s happened?”

I sniffle and rasp, ”Fuck, I-I fuck, I let Suzy suck me off….”

Violet sucks in a breath before Tats” voice hits my ears again, ”Brother, get a prospect to bring you to the tattoo shop. I”ll meet you there….”

I feel like I can’t breathe. ”But I-I….”

“No. You didn”t cheat, brother. I saw the text last night; you didn”t fucking cheat, even though I know you feel like you did. Get to the tattoo shop now. I”ll touch up your chest piece, and we”ll talk about the wedding, alright? Come on, brother, get moving.”

I shake my head, then thank him, then I hang up just as Violet rasps to Tats, ”Hurry, he needs you….”

I don”t fucking deserve friends like them. Tats has been emotionally and mentally abused by his clubwhore of a birth mother because she never got his dad”s patch, yet he”s the best fucking guy I know, while Violet lost her parents in a hit and run when she was seventeen and still holds her innocence.

They have both been through so much and decided to keep their relationship on the down low.

I squeeze my eyes shut as an image of Suzy, on her knees, comes back to me, making me sob. I know I didn”t cheat, but I fucking feel like I did because Quinn woman owns my heart.

It”s not fucking right what I did, and it”s not fucking okay that she ended things with us.

Shaking my head, I quickly dress before throwing the red panties away, bile hitting my throat again.

I need out of this room.

Suddenly, a thought hits me, and panic consumes me….

Fuck…. I”m never going to get her back, am I?