Ox (The Devil’s Riders #5)

Chapter 11

ELEVEN

Ox

Our meeting lasted far longer than I’d anticipated. Because I didn’t want Kayla to be hanging around the Club with nothing to do, Melany had suggested they go for a bit of shopping to pass the time. Knowing my girl had shit for funds, I told Hatchet to have his Old Lady bring me the bill wherever they went and I’d pay for it. I knew Kayla would fight me on it, but I didn’t care. My girl wasn’t going to have to scrimp her pennies to get by. It was my job now to help take care of her. End of story. No arguing.

It was past seven by the time we found a potential solution to our Canadian border issue. Making our way over to the Club rec room for a beer, we were greeted by a group of women that partied regularly with the Club. One of the girls, a full-figured brunette by the name of Carmen, came sauntering over to me.

“Hey Baby,” Carmen cooed, staring me up and down like a thanksgiving feast she looked forward to all year. “It’s been a while. I missed you and was wondering when you were going to stop this way again.”

Right about now, I was regretting my past choices in fuck buddies. Especially seeing that Kayla was due back any minute and I had no desire to tell her I’d slept with half this room at one time or another. Okay, maybe more like two-thirds. But I was no different than any other man here. However, I was fairly certain that was going to mean fuck-all to Kayla if she found out. Women didn’t like that shit. And to be fair, neither would I, if the roles were reversed.

“I’ve been around,” I said dismissively, standing up and walking over to the bar for another beer.

Unfortunately, the persistent woman followed me. Her heels clicking behind me at a determined clip to keep up with my much larger strides.

Running a pointed fingernail down my back as I popped the top of my beer, she asked, “You joining us at Skids tonight?”

Knowing I had to head this encounter off at the pass, I moved away from her touch. “Yeah, I’m just waiting for my girl to get back from dinner and then we’re going to head over to the bar together.”

Carmen’s expression sharpened, but she didn’t outright react to my words. “You staying the night with the Mavericks?”

I shook my head. “Probably not.”

“Is that why you’ve been too busy to see me lately?” Carmen pouted, taking a step closer to make our conversation seemingly more intimate. “You don’t want your girlfriend to know about us?”

I frowned, not liking how she’d framed our purely sexual relationship. “Nope. The Club keeps me busy.”

“I can keep you busier,” she shot back, biting her bottom lip suggestively and rubbing her huge tits against my chest. Her nipples were like cut glass as they scraped along my cut, inviting me to take a closer look, and feel.

My cock might have stood up at attention at the explicit move, but I found my mind objecting pretty hard to the woman in front of me.

Stepping back, I retorted, “My girl keeps me plenty busy these days, too.”

Anger flashed across her expertly painted face, but it disappeared before I could challenge her on it. “Well, if you change your mind, you know where to find me. Plus,” she added, glancing over at a petite blonde in the corner, “I have a new friend who’d love to join us tonight. She liked how big you were and I told her she had no idea.” She glanced down at my crotch to drive the point home.

“Like I said,” I reiterated, “I’ve got my girl with me. I’m not interested.”

“Suit yourself.”

Licking her shiny lips, Carmen strode away. Sitting beside her friend, she gave me a heated look, pulled the girl close, then proceeded to slowly, sensually, French kiss her.

Fucking Christ! If she was acting like this now, I could only imagine what the night might turn into once she was six drinks deep. I’d seen Carmen in action before. She was bold, mouthy, and pushy as fuck. And that was with bikers. I could only imagine what she’d be like with someone as sweet and innocent as Kayla.

That fact had me rethinking taking Kayla to Skids altogether. I didn’t need this bullshit to get in the way of whatever we’d started. I’d never felt this way about a girl before, and I wasn’t interested in mucking it up over a casual encounter with a Club girl.

Turning away from the women who’d progressed to some pretty heavy petting, I reached into my pocket and pulled out my phone. There were messages from a handful of people, but none from Kayla. Annoyed, as I wanted to see my girl and GTFO of this Club, I shot off a quick text asking for her ETA.

Just as I looked up, I saw Melany walk through the door. And right behind her was Kayla.

My throat went dry and my dick hardened to granite the moment I saw her. She was dressed in head to toe leather. The corset top she was wearing looked like it was laced so tight that it was fighting for its life as it propped up her large, luscious breasts. Fuck me! With that much skin showing, there was no way I was going to make it back to the cabin without sticking my cock into the woman at least once. Hell, only twice might be asking too much of me.

Around her waist was a thick belt, showcasing her tiny waist. Her legs were encased in skin-tight leather pants, clinging to each one of her amazing curves like fucking saran wrap. Damn, this night had just gone from difficult to fucking mission impossible!

I was going to have to be on my guard at Skids, making sure no one messed with my girl. And they would, dressed as sexy as she was. Bikers didn’t give a fuck about anything other than drinking, riding, and getting their dicks wet. Unfortunately, as sexy as Kayla was, she’d make them want to do all three with her at the same time.

Glancing around the room, I took in the faces of the men. Nearly each one had zeroed in on Kayla, and looked just as hungry as I felt. Including Geo. The pretty boy had a beer raised halfway to his lips as though he were about to take a drink the minute she’d walked in, then promptly forgot what he’d been about to do when he got a good, hard look at my woman.

The Devil’s Riders might be tight with the Mavericks, but we weren’t so close that I wouldn’t deliver an epic beatdown to their VP if he tried anything with my girl tonight. He’d better keep his hands, and his wandering dick, to himself.

Kayla looked around the room. Her face transformed into a smile and she practically bounced over to my side as soon as she spotted me. Suppressing a groan, my eyes watched raptly as her beautiful breasts jiggled with each step. Fuck me! If I wasn’t careful, this woman would be ruling my life in no time. However, with how she looked and fucked, I wasn’t exactly dreading such a fate.

“How do I look?” she asked, doing an innocent little turn that was sending my system into overdrive.

Setting down my beer, I dragged her into my embrace and whispered into her ear, “Good enough to never make it to Skids.” And I meant it.

My cock, right on cue, bucked against her belly. Telling me he needed in that tight little pussy of hers pronto, or we were going to have a problem. Namely, blue balls!

Kayla playfully smacked my shoulder. “Absolutely not! I was promised my first biker bar tonight, and I won’t be denied.”

Neither would my dick. “Babe, you look like walking, fucking biker porn. You can’t expect me not to fuck you tonight. Not dressed in all that leather.”

I spanned my hands around her impossibly trim waist and squeezed. Looking down, I noticed she was wearing heels, too! I hadn’t noticed until now because her amazing tits had stolen my attention from the moment she’d walked in the door. Kayla was wearing three inch stilettos on that tiny frame of hers and it suited her well. She was still a foot shorter than me, but it raised her ass just high enough that if I bent her over any surface, she’d be at the right height to ram right into that perfect cunt of hers.

Kayla stood on her tip-toes and whispered back, “Who said you can’t fuck me tonight?”

My inner beast rose to the surface and let out an epic growl. “You think you can say something like that to me and not get tossed on your back, Baby?”

Kayla’s hand slid between our two bodies and she rubbed the heel of it against my throbbing cock. “Is that a promise, Ox?”

I knew she must be sore with how rough and often I’d used her last night. But the way she was looking at me now, with those cherry red lips made for sucking my cock, I could barely contain my rampant lust.

“Careful, Babe, or else I’ll think you want to get fucked in front of a room full of hardcore bikers. And don’t think I won’t do it. If you push me, I’ll show each and every one of these assholes who this tight little pussy belongs to with a personal demonstration.”

Kayla swallowed slowly. The way her gaze became hooded and heavy told me that, although she was frightened by my words, they had also turned her on in ways she didn’t expect. Did that mean my girl had a bit of a voyeuristic streak in her? I guess I was going to have to push all her buttons tonight to find out.

“You ready to head over to Skids, Ox?” Hatchet called out to me then, Melany nestled into the crook of his arm.

The woman tossed me a shit-eating grin, letting me know that she’d been responsible for Kayla’s outrageous outfit and my animalistic response. I’d have to thank her for that later on. I’d also be asking for the name of the store she’d purchased these clothes at. When we had some time in the near future, I was going to take Kayla there myself. Pick out some more of those corset tops that made her tits look out of this world.

I gave a quick head nod, and said, “Yeah. We’re ready.”

As I spoke, I caught Carmen’s gaze. Having no shame, the woman took her blonde friend’s hand, smiled at me with mischief in her eyes, then strolled toward the front door with the rest of the Mavericks.

Fuck. That cocky look couldn’t bode well for me. I’d have to tell Melany to look out for Carmen and her minions tonight. And, despite hating the idea of telling Kayla about the brash woman, it didn’t look like I was going to have much of a choice. Carmen had that look about her. The one that said she was about to do something equal parts fucked-up and crazy. And I wasn’t about to send Kayla into a biker bar without at least mentioning the need to stay away from the Club girl and her brat-pack friends.

Kayla

When you hear the words “biker bar” you know the place is going to be nothing short of rough. However, I was unprepared for exactly how rough Skids would truly be until I stepped inside of it.

It was clear that these men were a law unto themselves. In fact, I’m pretty sure, despite how violent the place got, the cops never came here. Because, no matter what shit went down, bikers handled their own business. No exceptions. Ever.

As Ox and I hopped out of his truck, he took me by the hand and said, “Don’t leave my side while you’re here. You got me, Babe?”

I had no intention of doing any such thing. Especially after we entered the bar and there was a biker, pants around his ankles, slamming away into a woman who was bent over a chair in the corner of the room, moaning like a porn star. Note to self: don’t touch anything in this joint and stand all night long.

Ox spied the couple and shook his head. “You sure you want to drink here tonight, Kayla? If you don’t, we can leave.”

Smiling big, I shook my head in return. “Nope. You forget, I’ve been to many college parties over the last three years. I’ve seen my fair share of,” I paused to think how best to pose it, “PDA. I won’t be scared away that easily.”

Ox’s brow furrowed. Grabbing my chin between his forefinger and thumb, he said, “If anyone messes with you, I won’t hesitate to fucking end them. You got that, Babe?”

I would have laughed at his over the top statement, but I realized, with as serious as his steady-blue gaze was now, he wasn’t joking. Ox meant it. And I’m ashamed to say, my pussy immediately became drenched at his overprotective response.

“I know you would, Ox,” I returned, my lust creeping into my words as the heat tickled every nerve ending in my body.

Without warning, Ox’s mouth crashed into mine. The world melted away and all I could hear, taste, and smell, was him. My hands wrapped around his neck and I leaned into his giant frame. Grinding my hips into his, I felt the tell-tale bulge slide across my dripping pussy. I don’t know what kind of magic he was working on me, but this man lit my inner fire each and every time we touched. Hell, half the time we didn’t even have to do that much. Just being in his presence was enough to bring on a full body blush and my core to turn to liquid heat.

Ox pulled back and took my hand. “We stay for an hour and then I’m taking you back to the cabin,” he warned, the unspoken promise of what we’d do when we got there burning in his icy-blue stare. “Stay away from the other patrons and the Club girls. Stick with me and Melany all night. You got it?”

He’d told me as much in the car when we’d driven over here. Ox had mentioned some vague things about Club girls being bitchy and petty, and not to associate with them. I took that to mean he’d bedded most of them and knew they’d resent me for having something more solid. Though what that was, even I wasn’t sure of yet.

As we walked over to the bar, I could feel a half-dozen sets of eyes following me. And they weren’t being subtle about it. I’m not sure if it was because they were surprised to see Ox with a woman he was acting possessive over, or because they “liked” my outfit. Either way, they were definitely looking their fill.

“What do you want to drink, Babe?” Ox asked, as we sidled up to the bar.

What did one drink while in a biker bar? I felt like the girly cocktails and fruity drinks I usually ordered would be laughed at around here.

“What are you having?” I asked, taking the temperature of the room before deciding.

“Just beer. I’m driving us home later, so I’m going to take it easy tonight,” he explained.

“I’ll have that, too. Whatever kind you’re having,” I nervously added.

Ox smiled and turned toward the bartender to order our drinks. As he was talking to the man who he obviously knew quite well, I caught snippets of conversations around me. The table to our right was getting quite loud, and they were arguing about some sports team I had no clue about. The table to our left was filled with men and women. The men were lining up neat little stripes of white powder and taking turns with the women to make them disappear. I might never have tried the stuff before, but I could only assume it was coke.

While it wasn’t my first time seeing people do drugs, I’d been to a few pretty out of control parties in my time, it was my first time seeing it so blatantly done. I mean, usually people had sex and drugs out of sight in some poorly lit side room. They didn’t do it right there out in the open. However, I was with bikers. And they didn’t seem to give a shit about public perception. For better or worse, they lived fast, hard, and on their own terms.

Melany came over then and said, “I’m going to the bathroom and figured you might want to join me.”

Ox gave me the nod of approval and Melany snagged my hand. Pulling me through the crowd, I followed her toward the back of the room where the bathrooms were. As we passed each new group of men, they openly appraised us. Some of them whistled, cat-called, or generally said things that made my ears burn.

As I walked by one table, I heard someone say, “You sure she’s Ox’s? I’d love to put that bitch on her knees for a few hours.”

The men chuckled as I rushed by, pretending I didn’t hear the comment. Melany tossed a knowing look back at me then. “You doing okay, kid?”

I forced a smile on my face. “Yeah. I’m good. I think Ox really liked the outfit you picked.”

Melany snorted. “I think everyone here tonight likes the outfit I picked. You do your man proud, looking as good as you do. Ox is the envy of every man at Skids.”

I really appreciated her saying that. “Thanks, but I’m not the only one rocking it tonight. That skirt you bought today looks amazing on you,” I returned. “I could never pull it off.” I know, because I’d tried on the same one this afternoon and it had been less than flattering on my figure. “I can tell you never skip leg day with as toned as you are in that badass miniskirt!”

Melany chuckled. “Hatchet is a leg man. The more of it I show, the more he flips me onto my back and fucks me hard and deep. And I’m a real fan of when he does that.”

I laughed, loving how easy the woman was to talk to. We got into line at the bathroom, standing behind a group of girls that had been at the Clubhouse with us earlier. I recognized a few of them, because they’d given me some pretty nasty looks when Melany and I had returned after supper.

One of the girls in particular, a tan brunette with long legs and the kind of body you found on Instagram models, shot me a look of death. I wasn’t born yesterday. I knew what that look meant. She hated me. And since we’d never met before tonight, there could only be one reason for that. Ox.

Melany caught her staring and said, “You got a fucking problem, bitch?”

Carmen looked like she’d just gotten a mouthful of something sour when she answered, “It isn’t with you.”

“It isn’t with any Old Lady, you understand, Carmen?” Melany shot back, her voice as hard and unyielding as steel.

Carmen’s gaze traveled over to me, and she snarked, “She’s not an Old Lady. As far as I’m concerned, she’s just another Club girl. And I don’t owe them any respect!”

“That’s where you’re wrong. And if you know what’s good for you, you’d shut your mouth,” Melany suggested. “But you’re a Club girl, so you probably won’t. Like most of them, you’ll have to learn the hard way.”

Angry spots of pink colored Carmen’s already rouged cheeks. “If I know Ox, and I do, very well,” she hissed, her red lips parting in an angry sneer, “he’ll never be satisfied with just one woman. Not unless she looks and feels like me.”

My inner lack of confidence rose in my chest and I had to work hard to squelch it. This woman was not going to get to me. I wouldn’t let her. If Ox and I failed, it wouldn’t be about her. It would be about us.

In response, I faked a casual air and shrugged right back at her. “It doesn’t matter what you or I think. Only what Ox thinks. He’s a man who knows his own mind. If he wants to be with someone else, he’ll tell me as much.”

My unconcerned energy only seemed to enrage the pretty Club girl. “You don’t know bikers at all!” she angrily spat back.

I smiled coolly. “Maybe not. But it’s clear to me you don’t know Ox at all, if you think he doesn’t keep his word.”

Fury ripped across her tanned face for being corrected in such a way. “We’ll see about that,” she vaguely threatened.

“We will,” I returned in earnest.

Melany erupted into laughter then. “Shit, Kayla! You sure put that bitch in her place. I only wish Ox had been around to hear it.”

We were next in line, so we scooted inside the bathroom, peed, fixed our hair and makeup, then headed back out. When we exited, Carmen and her friends had already disappeared into another one of the bathrooms. Something that pleased me, as I’d already had enough of the stuck-up woman! I mean, even though I hated the idea that she’d slept with Ox, and boy did I ever hate it, we hadn’t been together at the time and I wasn’t interested in holding a grudge. Life was too short and I didn’t have that kind of energy. I couldn’t imagine why Carmen would either.

I guess that was a lie. I understood why Carmen was angry. I’d be devastated if Ox decided he wanted to ditch me for someone else. But, really, the two hadn’t even been dating, just sleeping together. And not even exclusively. What did she expect?

Melany and I returned to the bar where Ox and Hatchet had grabbed a table in the corner of the room. As soon as we approached, Ox secured my hand and pulled me onto his lap. Melting against his chest, I looked up into his clear blue eyes and smiled.

Running his hand through my hair, Ox firmly gripped the roots, holding me in place. Lowering his head, his lips smashed into mine, slanting and plumbing the depths of my mouth. His free hand roved over my curves, first sampling my breasts, then running further down over my hips and ass.

“This leather looks fucking amazing on you,” he praised, slowly licking the swirl of my inner ear.

My core clenched with pleasure at his compliment. “I’m glad you like it.”

“Like it?” He groaned, rocking his pulsing erection against my ass. “That doesn’t come close to how you make me feel.”

He was turning me on so much, I could have openly purred with satisfaction. Then Hatchet asked Ox a question about whether or not the Devil’s Riders were going to a local motorcycle rally this spring, and Ox turned his attention back to the man, tucking my head under his chin as he answered.

Nestling back into the warmth of Ox’s chest, I sipped my beer and people-watched as the men talked about upcoming Club events. At some point, more people joined us. Including some of the Club girls. Namely, Carmen and her blonde friend who already seemed sloppy drunk.

Slowly but surely, I noticed that Carmen was working her way around the table, getting closer and closer to Ox and me. By the time we got another round of beers, I realized she was standing directly beside him.

Doing my best to ignore the woman, I slugged down my beer. Because the rounds flowed freely, I felt a pretty strong buzz coming over me and I was determined to not let her ruin it.

Ox must have noticed her none-to-subtle agenda, because he smiled down at me and asked, “You still having a good time, Babe?”

“I am,” I returned in earnest, wiggling closer to his body.

“You keep that up, and I’m going to have to take you back to the cabin early,” he deliciously threatened, his heated gaze a blue, simmering fire.

I liked the sound of that. Apparently, Carmen did not. The woman’s sharp look told me she’d overheard Ox’s sexy words to me and was clearly disgruntled by them.

Suddenly, an idea began to form in my head. You know how they say you shouldn’t eavesdrop or you might hear what others really think about you? Well, that was true. And it was also true that you shouldn’t spy on others, in case you saw something you didn’t want to see.

I began to smile inwardly at what I was about to do next. But was I brave enough to carry out my audacious plan? If there was ever a time to be bold, now was it.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that Carmen was getting desperate for attention. She kept shooting Ox needy, hungry looks as she shamelessly eavesdropped on our conversation. When that didn’t earn her anything, she decided to switch tactics.

“My beer’s all gone,” her blonde friend pouted, her words slurred drunkenly.

“You can have some of mine,” Carmen returned, taking a large sip and pressing her mouth against the blonde’s and transferring the liquid to the other woman as they French kissed.

While I knew this was probably every man’s fantasy come to life, as evidenced by the many men around the room suddenly transfixed by the display, I was less than impressed.

I wiggled my bottom against Ox’s thickening bulge and his eyebrows shot up. “You angling for a spanking or to get fucked, beautiful?” he whispered into my ear.

Looking him directly in the eye, I said, “Do I have to pick just one?”

His eyes went from smoldering to a raging inferno. “You like a little pain with your pleasure, Kayla?” he asked, stroking my cheek. Collaring my neck, he said, “Just tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you.”

Summoning my courage, I returned breathily, “I want you and whatever you’re willing to give me, Ox.”

His cock pulsed excitedly beneath my leather clad ass then. “Yeah?” he said, giving my throat a gentle squeeze. “Prove it.”

Feeling Carmen’s angry stare on me only emboldened me further. Standing, I took Ox’s hand and pulled him wordlessly toward the bathrooms. As we cut through the crowds, we garnered attention. The bikers watched us like they could scent our lust in the air and were getting high off it.

Like it was waiting for us, the door to one of the women’s restrooms was ajar and clearly empty. Seizing this unprecedented opportunity, I led Ox inside the dark space and locked the door meaningfully behind us.