The Savage Outlaw (Sins of Fire Real Anarchy West #4)

Chapter 22

Chapter Twenty-Two

Teamwork Makes the Nightmare

E den wasn’t drunk but she wasn’t sober.

Time off of work did wonders for her, even if she found herself sitting at a bar in a biker clubhouse. Her original plan had been to catch up on shows, watch movies she’d seen a million times, spend time with friends, take spontaneous day trips, and spend a ton of money.

Now she drank a glass of water to help dilute the feeling of fire in her stomach.

“What is that?” Eden asked. “That can’t be normal whiskey.”

“I swear it is,” Maggie said. “Just really cheap stuff.”

“It’s awful.”

“Yet you keep drinking it.”

Eden smiled. “It’s this place. It just sucks you in.”

“No. You’re terrified right now. All eyes are on you. And you’re not wearing ink.”

“What’s the ink thing about?”

Maggie shook her head. “Oh, no. That’s not my place. I just serve the drinks.”

“And suck dick,” a voice said from behind Eden.

She turned her head as Mara approached the bar.

Mara looked cute with her little baby bump starting to show.

She sat down at the bar. “Give me two shots of whiskey, right now.”

“Excuse me?” Eden yelled. “You’re pregnant!”

“So? The baby has biker blood.”

Eden sat in disbelief as Maggie walked away and returned with two glasses, filled to the brim.

“You’re fucking joking me right now,” Eden said.

“Try me,” Mara said.

“Fuck you for serving her!” Eden yelled at Maggie. “You little tit whore. Put a fucking bra on!”

“Tell her!” Mara laughed.

Eden lunged almost over the bar.

She grabbed the two shot glasses, knowing drinking them would be a mistake. Of course her mind told her to just dump them out, but that didn’t seem… outlaw-like.

Eden quickly downed the shots, one after another, and braced herself for the burn, knowing after that she’d be sloppy drunk, knowing after that she would most definitely end up puking.

None of that happened though. Instead, Eden smacked her lips together at the rush of sweetness. And…

“Apple juice?” Eden asked.

Both Mara and Maggie started to laugh. Eden’s face felt hot.

“You two were fucking with me,” Eden said.

“I always order two shots of whiskey,” Mara said.

“And I always bring her two shots of apple juice,” Maggie said.

“I’m sorry,” Eden said. “Holy crap do I feel like a complete psycho right now.” She looked at Maggie. “And I called you a whore.”

“To be fair, she is a whore,” Mara said.

Maggie lifted her right middle finger at Mara while still looking at Eden.

“It’s okay,” Maggie said. “You were being protective. Takes a lot of guts to stand up like that in this place.”

“Especially with no ink,” Mara said. “Can’t imagine Priest inking up a woman.”

“What does that mean?” Eden asked.

“The short version?” Mara asked, leaning toward Eden. “No ink means you’re free game for anyone. Any one of these bikers can walk up to you and make their move.”

“Can I say no to them?” Eden whispered.

“Sure,” Mara said. “You really think some of these guys will listen or care?”

Eden felt chills move up her spine.

She had flashbacks to Cody grabbing her and wanting to hurt her in many ways. She couldn’t help but imagine what could have happened if Priest hadn’t busted in and killed Cody.

Eden glanced at Maggie, hoping things being said were just another joke. They weren’t. Eden could tell by the look on Maggie’s face. She also could tell that Maggie was the type of biker bar girl that had been passed around more than once.

“I think I need more of that whiskey,” Eden said. “Not the apple juice kind either.”

“Drink up for me,” Mara said.

As Maggie turned away to go get more whiskey, there was a loud shouting match happening at the clubhouse door. When Eden heard the phrase ‘my husband’ being shouted, she felt every nerve in her body tense up and pinch.

“Oh, fuck,” Mara said. “I heard about this one. Angelica . Priest’s wife. How are you going to deal with this?”

Eden stood up and turned. There was Angelica, clawing at the faces of Virus and Stu. She was vicious but the two bikers looked too afraid to touch her. That made Eden wonder if the woman actually mattered around here.

Another door opened and out came Priest, followed by the rest of the guys. As soon as Priest saw his wife, he looked at Eden. His wife looked at Eden too.

“You’re still fucking this nurse trash?” Angelica asked.

Eden jumped toward Angelica, to the delight of everyone watching. They cheered. Nothing quite like two women wanting to tear each other apart. Always the chance and hope that a shirt gets torn off, along with a bra.

Priest got between the woman he married and the woman he was fucking.

“Who let her in here?” Priest bellowed.

“Sorry, Priest,” Virus said. “We didn’t know…”

“I think she scratched my cornea,” Stu said.

“Go see a fucking doctor then,” Priest spat. He then grabbed Angelica by the throat. “Go to my fucking room right now.”

He spat in his wife’s face and threw her across the clubhouse. Of all things to feel at that moment, Eden felt a little bit of jealousy. She wanted to be on the other end of Priest’s intense lustful desires.

“You stay here,” Priest yelled at Eden.

“Fuck you, I’m not doing that,” Eden yelled back. “Going to fuck your wife, are you? I don’t play that game!”

Priest’s hand shot out and grabbed Eden’s throat. Her knees instantly gave out and she thought she was going to piss herself.

Priest lowered his nose toward hers. “Don’t ever talk like that to me again, doll. Ever .”

Eden’s eyes filled with tears and she stared into his eyes. He released his hold and walked away.

“Holy hell, girlfriend,” Mara said as she stood up. “I’ve never seen someone stand up to Priest and not get destroyed. May not seem like it, but you have a hold on him.”

“I second that,” Maggie said.

“I third it,” Cyrus said as he walked by Eden.

She looked at the President of SOFRAW and just felt the intense power he possessed. He paused and looked at Eden again.

“Anyone even so much as looks at you and you don’t want that, you come tell me,” Cyrus said.

For a split second Eden felt like a rock star of some sorts. As if being accepted by these outlaw bikers meant something important in the grand scheme of her life.

Next came Linc, VP of SOFRAW .

“That wife of Priest’s,” he said to Eden. “We never accepted her. She’s not inked up. Use that as you want.”

Linc threw a wink at Eden and followed Cyrus out the door. Eden turned sideways to her right, there waited a fresh shot of whiskey. The thought of Priest alone in his room with his wife… it drove Eden crazy. She reached for the bar, grabbed the shot glass and downed the shot of whiskey. Then she set her eyes on the back of the clubhouse and that’s when she started to all but run.

Mara and Maggie cheered her on. She was buzzed, falling for the moment in front of her, and had no idea what was right from wrong.

And somewhere in her heart, she wanted Priest to be hers and hers only.

Eden opened the door, honestly not sure what to expect. She and Priest had no promises made to one another. No need to either. She knew in her heart this fling with this criminal outlaw didn’t mean a thing. It could not mean a thing. Yet trying to tell that to her jealous side felt impossible to do.

What she found was Priest sitting on the edge of his bed and his wife standing too close.

Too fucking close.

“Oh, you again,” Angelica said when she looked at Eden.

“Yeah, me again,” Eden said. “Letting you know it’s time to leave. Right now.”

“I belong here more than you do. You’re just the new toy he’s fucking. Don’t fall in love or anything. Protect your heart. And see a doctor right away, before any of the diseases take hold.”

“I’m clean,” Priest said. “Got tested. Just for the hell of it at my last doc appointment for my head.”

“You did?” Eden asked.

He looked at her and nodded. “You brought it up. Just had to get some stuff checked out for my head. Want me to go into detail? Want me to email you a report? Does it even matter, doll? You were on my cock how many times?”

“What a whore,” Angelica said. “Fucking a married man. What does that say about you?”

Eden felt her teeth chattering. “You need to leave. I’m only here for one reason. Unless you want to watch me fuck your husband.”

Yeah! a voice yelled in Eden’s mind. You heard what Priest said! It’s not even a real marriage!

Angelica folded her arms. “I dare you to try and touch my husband.”

With her bluff now called, Eden had a decision to make. Priest just sat on the edge of the bed. He wasn’t sure where this particular situation would end up going. His wife and his… his Eden … were facing off. A battle of the ovaries, desires, a quest to conquer his cock.

All it would take is one command to end this right now. They’d both listen to him. They both had no choice.

Eden’s eyes were a little bit glossy, moving to the other end of buzzed into drunk . She had experienced a whole bunch of the biker lifestyle in one sitting, that was for sure.

As far as Angelica went, no secrets existed there. She wanted money. She wanted power. She would flex the legality of her marriage to Priest as much as possible to get whatever she wanted.

Truth be told, that evil bitchy side of her was somewhat attractive to Priest. He refused to think for a second he could be torn between two women. In fact, he enjoyed all women. Not just one.

Never just one.

Eden approached him and surprised him with a kiss. A wet, sloppy kiss. Her tongue jamming itself into his mouth. Their teeth hitting together in that nerve pinching, uncomfortable way.

Priest grabbed for Eden’s hair and pulled her mouth away from his. Her drunk eyes flirted heavily and her right hand touched between his legs. Her small hand and his impossible, unstoppable thickness were a match.

Eden then hurried to open Priest’s jeans. Her hand moved into his jeans with purpose, pulling at his cock, wrestling it until he popped free. It was far from the first time that Priest had multiple women gazing upon his cock at the same time. But definitely the first time his wife and the woman he was fucking were involved at the same time.

Eden didn’t know what she was doing for a second or two. Realizing the moment had seemingly gotten the best of her, yet she refused to stop. She heard the voice in her head clearly telling her the details in their rawest form. She was currently stroking Priest’s cock in front of Priest’s wife. It was that simple.

Angelica watched in disbelief.

Priest growled in his throat and took a deep breath. “Fuck, doll, this is getting interesting.”

“I can’t get enough of your huge cock,” Eden said.

Her cheeks instantly turned red. Her hand gripped at much as it could. She focused on the full tip of Priest’s cock. She kept pretending his piercing was back in, wondering what that must have felt like. To touch. To lick. To have inside her pussy.

Without warning, Angelica stepped forward. Instead of attacking Eden, she surprised both Eden and Priest by grabbing for Priest’s cock too. She grabbed at the heavy, thick root of his cock and began to pump.

“Plenty to go around,” Angelica said. “Right, Eden ?”

Eden swallowed hard. Now she was in really uncharted territory. She figured for sure Priest’s wife would have slapped her, attacked her, or in a best case scenario, just stormed off. But to join in?

“Oh, fuck,” Priest whispered under his breath.

Eden flared her nostrils and stroked Priest faster. She moved her hand down, claiming more of the real estate that Priest possessed.

Angelica lifted her hand up, purposely hitting Eden’s hand. The two women looked at each other.

Eden had never been in a situation like this before. Not even close. Anyone who was married was off limits. That was a duh rule. But here she was, fighting to stroke the cock of a married man. Fighting the man’s wife for the man’s cock.

Part of her brain told her to stop. Another part told her to keep going.

Priest rested back a little on the bed, smirking, enjoying the show in front of him. He had grand visions of Eden and Angelica using their mouths next. Seeing who could take the most of his cock down their throat. Then they could share his cock with their cunts.

“He doesn’t love you,” Eden suddenly said to Angelica.

“And that’s supposed to hurt my feelings?” Angelica asked with a laugh. “He sure as hell doesn’t love you either. Now get away from my husband’s dick.”

Angelica lifted her hand again. Eden slammed hers down. Priest’s cock stuck in the middle— no objections from him or his cock.

Eden felt her heart pounding. Her mind then came up with an idea.

Spit on him! Spit on his cock! Stroke him faster!

Then spit in her face! Make her leave!

A more sensible voice just said the words married and wife .

Eden felt a jolt of reality hit her and she opened her hand and stepped away from Priest.

“Finally,” Angelica said. Her hand moved up and down all of Priest’s cock. She smiled at Eden. “You can leave now. He’s done with his play thing.”

Eden swung her right hand, hitting Angelica’s right cheek with the back of her hand. It wasn’t a loud slap but it hurt the back of Eden’s hand.

Eden turned and ran out of the bedroom. Tears in her eyes. Her drunk mind suddenly over-the-top emotional. She needed to escape from Priest, from SOFRAW , from all of this.

She stumbled down the hallway, turning a corner, realizing she had gone in the wrong direction. At the end of the hallway hung a crooked light, illuminating an old picture of a good-looking man sitting on a motorcycle, huge arms crossed, forearms rippled with muscle, a SOFRAW leather cut draped over the handlebars of the motorcycle. Under that was a small shelf with a black box.

An eerie feeling hit Eden. She started to turn away to find the correct way back to the bar to exit the clubhouse.

Someone suddenly grabbed her and threw her face first against a wall. A body collided with hers, from behind, pinning her against the wall.

Then a rough voice said, “You’re far too pretty to be walking around this place alone…”