Chapter 8
EIGHT
I felt like I was going to be sick. The Watchmen were here? Why? Was Ghost with them? I suddenly began to shake.
Ox looked at King hard. “Are the DiamondBacks friendly with the Watchmen?”
King took a beat and looked at Creed. “Did you give them an invite? I sure as hell didn’t.”
Creed read Ox’s furious expression and for once dropped his easy going smile. “I heard a group of them were in the area and invited them over as a friendly gesture. Is that a problem, Prez?”
“Not for me. But by the look on Ox’s face, I can see it might become one,” King sagely noted.
Stepping closer to Ox, my hand slid into his for support. Immediately, I felt calmer and better protected.
“Yeah. Our Clubs aren’t on the best of terms with those bastards,” Ox revealed. “Plus, one of them has a hard-on for my girl, Kayla. Fucker won’t leave her alone. And if he tries something tonight, I can’t promise you I won’t break his fool neck.”
“I’m sorry, man. I had no idea,” Creed apologized.
I could tell Ox was trying his best to keep his rage under control. My own fear spiked then, when I realized how outnumbered and vulnerable he was in this situation. Though I never wanted to witness him fighting anyone, I didn’t doubt he could take Ghost, or any of the Watchmen, in a fair fight. But there were at least ten of the bikers here tonight. And Ox, as big as he was, was still human. He wouldn’t be able to take them all.
Like sharks in a too-small tank, the Watchmen began to circle the room and spread out amongst the other bikers. There was no hope of me relaxing and enjoying the evening now. Though I couldn’t see Ghost here, I didn’t doubt he was. The man was a straight up sadist. He’d never miss an opportunity to start something with Ox if he found an opening.
“I didn’t know the Watchmen were on the outs with the Devil’s Riders, Ox,” King said then. “I promise you, you’re a friend of the DiamondBacks and you’re on neutral territory. If they start some shit with you or Kayla, we’ll have Rock and a few of my guys bounce their asses from the property ASAP.”
Ox’s whole body was rigid with anger, but the muscles in his neck eased some when King assured him the Watchmen wouldn’t be allowed to start shit at their Clubhouse.
“Go talk to Rock,” King advised his Road Master then. “Also, tell Minus I’m looking for him.”
“Sure thing, Prez,” Creed said, before cutting through the crowd to where their Club Enforcer was standing.
“Like I said before,” King added, his serious dark eyes meeting Ox’s fiery, blue ones, “Reaper and I go way back. He’s been a friend since before I’d even patched into any Club. Just know that his friendship means a lot to the DiamondBacks and I never forget or overlook loyalty.”
“That’s good to hear,” Ox responded, upending his beer as his gaze surreptitiously shot around the room to wearily shadow the most recent guests.
King flagged down one of the drink girls then. As the nearly naked woman sauntered our way, Ox leaned down and kissed the top of my head. “Relax and enjoy yourself tonight, Babe. You deserve this after how hard your week was.”
Our eyes met and I softened in his arms. I might not know much, but I knew as long as Ox was with me, I was safe.
Tuning out the bikers around us, I let Ox take control and made an effort to enjoy myself. Unsurprisingly, with the free flowing booze everywhere, it wasn’t long until I let down my guard a little.
The DiamondBacks were excellent hosts. They kept the party going and the liquor flowing. The music wasn’t just heavy metal, either. Soon, dancier mixes were introduced and the crowd in the room, more than half in the bag from drinking to excess, began to turn the room into one big dance floor.
Men and women around us began to let loose. Women, shucking their clothes because all the bodies had made the Clubhouse excessively warm, began to grind on the men and each other. It was actually quite hedonistic and incredibly stimulating.
When one of my favorite songs came on, I beamed up at Ox. “I love this song!”
The enormous man leaned down to my ear and said, “Oh yeah? You want to show me how much? Why don’t you dance for me, Babe?” Cupping my head, he tongued my earlobe and gave it a quick nip before straightening to his full, impressive height.
I had a good buzz on, and the man drove me absolutely wild, so he didn’t have to ask me twice to rub up against his mountainous physique. Swaying in time with the music, I turned so my back was against his front. I was no professional, but I had fairly good muscle control and rhythm. Slowly, I began to grind on Ox while the base thumped in the background.
I could feel exactly how much that turned him on, as the steel rod in his jeans expanded quite impressively to life. Hands wrapped around my waist, Ox let me control the pace, but his grip grew tighter each time I swiveled my hips and rubbed my ass against his stiff cock.
“Fuck me, Kayla,” he growled against my neck as he snagged his fingers in my hair and chained his free arm around my waist. “You’re making it really hard to forget what happened in your kitchen the other night.”
Turning around so I was facing him now, I replied, “I don’t want you to forget, Ox. I want you to remember and finish what you started.”
Ox was all man. But he had a teddy bear side of him that made him especially charming. However, right now, the look in his eye was definitively animalistic. Predatory even. And I couldn’t help but flush, and the place between my legs to tighten with excitement, over the thought of being hunted by him. By being taken down and ravished by the biker like some wild beast in the woods.
Our mouths smashed together and our tongues wildly sparred. His hands grabbed my ass and slammed it into his steely erection. Needing to feel him, my fingers slipped between our two bodies and stroked his length with nothing short of sexual desperation. I wanted this man inside of me right now so badly it hurt.
Not caring who saw us, we undulated and writhed against each other with reckless abandon. Taking it up a notch, Ox lifted me in his arms, propped me against the wall, and began thrusting his hips against my pussy, causing it to gush in preparation for the real thing. Which, I hadn’t seen yet, but could tell was as oversized as the man himself.
“I can’t wait to get inside this tight little cunt of yours,” Ox narrated darkly, his forehead pressed against mine as his lips moved down my throat.
I was so lust drunk, I would have let this man strip me naked in front of all these people and ravish me right here on the dance floor without a single protest. Luckily, Ox had retained some of his presence of mind and decided we needed to take this somewhere more private.
“I’m taking you home,” Ox growled, lifting me off of the wall and easily tossing me over his shoulder.
Slapping me hard on the ass, he carried me past Creed who said, “Leaving so soon, Big Guy?”
“My girl needs me,” Ox returned, kneading the place where he’d just spanked which sent a thrill of delight straight to my naughty bits.
Creed laughed. “Go use my room then. You don’t have to leave. The night just started.”
Ox, set on his plan of taking me home, kept plowing toward the front door. Tossing it open, he strode out into the dim parking lot as I dangled from his shoulder. As we drew closer to the truck, he came to a sudden stop, quickly lowering me to the ground. His mood went from lover, to fighter, in a matter of a second.
“Going somewhere, Ox?” an unfamiliar voice asked, as I turned to see what was going on. In front of us were six bikers from the Watchmen MC, circling us and our truck.
Ox
I shouldn’t have dropped my guard. But the woman in my arms was so damn addictive, I couldn’t help but lose myself in her presence every time we were together.
All I wanted to do was gorge on her lips and pussy. My dick was painfully hard all the time since we’d met, and was begging like a convict for release. I needed a taste. At least to come a handful of times to purge her from my system. But even though I’d convinced myself that would be enough, I knew better. Once, twice, or a thousand times, I’d never get my fill of this hot woman in my arms. There was no denying it. I was hooked.
As I approached my truck, ready to drive like a maniac back to her apartment, strip her naked, and dive inside that hot as hell cunt of hers, I saw them. Watchmen scum gathered like hyenas around our ride.
“Going somewhere, Ox?” Snake, the Watchmen VP, asked then.
I carefully set Kayla down onto the ground in case she needed to run. Silently counting the men before responding, as I wanted to know my odds before these assholes jumped me, a sneer settled onto my lips
“None of your fucking business, Snake,” I retorted, hating the VP almost as much as his president. He was a scrawny thing with muddy brown eyes, thinning hair, and a heroin addict’s build.
“Oh, but it is our business, Ox,” Snake returned, as he drilled his fist into his open hand. As he did, I saw the glint of gold and realized he was wearing brass knuckles.
Of course these assholes wouldn’t fight fair. Even with half a dozen men, they weren’t sure they could beat me and wanted to tip the odds in their favor. Typical Watchmen scum behavior.
“How do you figure?” I posed, feeling Kayla sober up in an instant when she realized it wasn’t DiamondBack Brothers that were surrounding us now.
“That girl you’ve been dry humping all night belongs to our Brother Ghost. And while I might not mind sharing a woman who looks like that,” he said, licking his lips as he gave Kayla a once over that made my fists bunch in anger, “our Road Master isn’t so charitable. He wants her for himself. And Ghost doesn’t like being denied what he wants.”
Widening my stance, I blocked Kayla from the man with the width of my body. “You and I both know your Brother Ghost is a fucking lunatic, Snake. Kayla never even dated him. He’s her stalker, not her Old Man. She belongs to me and the Devil’s Riders now. And if you and your Club continue to push the matter,” I threatened, my gaze meeting each one of the losers in this little rag tag army of his, “Me and my Brothers are going to see your Club burned to the ground.”
Snake smiled like his namesake. “Is that so?”
“It is,” I returned, not an ounce of hesitation in my tone.
The Watchmen VP tried another tack then. “If you know what’s best for you, Kayla, you’ll come with me now. Ghost doesn’t like it when his girls disobey him. You don’t want to see Ox get hurt, do you?”
Kayla’s pretty brown eyes brimmed with tears and her lips began to tremble. “I don’t want any trouble,” she whispered, peeking around my chest.
“Then come with us, Babe. We’ll take you to Ghost. He’s waiting for you. And the longer you make him wait, the harder he’s going to be on that pretty little ass of yours.”
His disgusting manipulation tactic turned my stomach. But what did you expect from a guy who’s road name was Snake?
Pushing Kayla behind me once more, I shook my head. “Not going to happen, asshole. Kayla’s my Old Lady now. She ain’t going anywhere with you or your Club. You’ll have to kill me first.”
Snake smiled when Kayla whimpered. His minions, sensing victory, closed in around him, the glint of metal wrapped around their fingers too. Fucking cowards. Each and every one of them.
Bracing myself for a fight, I said, “You think you can take me, old man? Even with those pathetic brass knuckles of yours, I could beat your ass into unconsciousness before you ever lay a single finger on me.”
“I don’t plan on fighting you, Ox. Not unless your girl wants that?” he baited, trying again to guilt Kayla into submission.
“I don’t want anyone to fight,” Kayla spoke, a quiver in her voice.
“Then you better come with us, Babe. Daddy wants you home and he won’t be denied,” he spoke with a sickening level of sadistic pleasure.
That was it. I was going to make sure every one of these sick sons of bitches were beaten raw and bloody before the end of this night. If they begged nicely, I might let one of them live so they could tell the tale to their scumbag buddies. But the rest were worm food.
I was about to shout for Kayla to run, when I looked over my shoulder and saw Creed, Rock, and King walking our way.
“What’s going on out here?” Creed shouted, his usually smiling face taking on the look of a man ready, and willing, to fight. In fact, he appeared damn near excited for it.
“Just talking with my old friend, Ox,” Snake said, as his filthy crew of criminals melted behind him when confronted with more equitable odds.
“Has the party moved outside?” King called out, his shrewd eyes taking in the scene in front of him. “Or did you boys just need a breath of fresh air?”
“We were just leaving,” I said, ushering Kayla toward the truck.
King watched as I ripped open the truck door and fed a quivering Kayla inside. “I’m sorry to hear that.”
Slamming the door shut, I moved fast and two of the Watchmen backed up out of my way before I could “accidentally” slam into them.
“My girl suddenly feels sick to her stomach,” I explained, my gaze lasering in on Snake.
Crossing his arms along his thick chest, King said, “You’d better get her home then. There’ll always be another party for you to attend. Bring some of your Brothers next time. The Riders are always welcome in this Clubhouse.”
I appreciated what he said even more than what he hadn’t. If the Devils were welcome in his Clubhouse, and they had a feud with the Watchmen, it wasn’t hard to read between the lines about who would be welcome at future parties, and who wouldn’t.
“Much appreciated. I’ll tell Reaper you said hello,” I called back, before tossing open the driver’s side door and climbing into the raised cab.
I hated to take the risk that the Watchmen had done something to the truck, but I couldn’t exactly investigate that right now without causing further issues. Starting the engine, I gave it some gas and listened to it purr. Deciding that I’d troubleshoot it tomorrow, I put the truck in drive and pulled out of the lot where we’d parked.
As soon as we pulled off the property, I said, “You okay, Babe?”
Kayla wiped a few stray tears from her flushed cheeks and it damn near broke my heart. Few things got to me, but a woman’s tears were at the top of the list.
“I’m okay,” she managed to choke out. “I’m just so sorry I got you and your Club into this mess, Ox. You must hate me.”
My hand reached out and squeezed her thigh. “Don’t say that ever again, Kayla. I could never hate you. And I don’t know how many times I got to tell you before you believe me, but this isn’t your fault. Ghost is fucking certifiable. And his Club is filled with men who aren’t much better.”
“But this isn’t your problem. It’s mine!” Kayla said passionately. “And you heard Snake. He said Ghost would make sure to hurt you if I defied him. I can’t live with myself if that happens, Ox. I just can’t!”
Taking a deep breath, I calmed myself before I punched something and scared Kayla even more than she already was. “I know you want to blame yourself, Babe, because you’re sweet and kind and that’s what women do. But I need you to hear me when I say this isn’t your fault, and it damn sure isn’t your fight. Men don’t make war on women. They don’t force themselves on them or demand relationships they aren’t owed and haven’t earned. And if they do, it’s not up to you to fight them off. That’s my job, and any other man who claims to care about you. You got me?”
Kayla sniffled and nodded. Her pain was killing me. I decided then and there that we couldn’t remain here in California. She was coming home to Nevada with me. That was the only way I could keep her safe. I might be a strong motherfucker, but I was strongest when I was with my Brothers.
But Kayla wasn’t ready to hear that tonight. I’d let her sleep and we’d discuss it in the morning when the trauma of the evening had worn off some.
We drove in silence for a bit, my hand still resting on her knee. We were about half way home, when I noticed a single headlight in the rearview mirror. I knew who it was before I even saw his face.
Ghost was riding behind us.
Kayla was staring out the window, ignorant of what was happening, and I didn’t want to panic her unless the fucker tried something. Well, if he did, I had no problem ending his miserable existence for messing with my girl. If he wanted a fight, he’d get one. I’d make sure he’d be eating a cocktail of pavement and lead before this evening was through.
A second motorcycle joined the first, and then a third and fourth. By then, Kayla had figured it out. Swiveling her head, she saw the line of bikes behind us and paled.
“Is that the Watchmen?” she asked, desperate for me to tell her otherwise.
Stomping my foot on the gas, I said, “Fasten your seatbelt and hold on tight, Kayla. I’m about to do some things you aren’t going to like. Close your eyes if you need to, Baby.”
Kayla fastened her seatbelt and looked straight ahead. “I trust you, Ox,” she told me, her hands demurely folded in her lap. “Do whatever you need to do to keep us safe.”
And I would.