Chapter Eight
Bully
I’m hot . . . too hot, and I throw the sheets back and sit, glancing down to see Liv curled up naked. I smile. It feels good to have her back on side, because even with the five years apart, things felt heavy.
I throw my legs over the edge and grab my jeans, tugging them on before heading for the door. It still feels weird being able to leave my room in the middle of the night, and I laugh to myself as I head downstairs.
Poison is in the kitchen, naked and downing a glass of water. She eyes me with a sexy grin as I pass her to turn the kettle on. “Can’t sleep?” she purrs.
“Something like that,” I utter, grabbing a mug. When I turn to grab the milk from the fridge, she’s blocking my path. She grabs my hand and places it to her chest, closing her eyes in pleasure.
“I can help,” she breathes. I try to free my hand, but she holds it tighter.
“If Liv catches you . . .”
She runs her free hand over my tattooed chest. “I’m discreet,” she whispers, moving past me to grab her glass of water.
She tilts the glass, allowing the water to trickle over her chest, and I follow it with my eyes as it drips from her nipple.
She slides her hand around the back of my neck and tugs my head a little closer while pressing her lips to my ear. “Taste me,” she whispers.
I pull back. “Stop,” I snap.
“Oh, please, don’t stop on my account.” My head whips round to find Liv leaning in the doorway, and relief floods me, followed by panic.
“It’s not what you think.”
She rolls her eyes, pushing from the doorframe and crossing her arms over her chest. My shirt she’s wearing rides up, and I eye it with jealousy. If the brothers were to walk in now, they’d see her ass cheeks at the very least. “What I think is you’re allowing a club whore to touch what’s mine.”
A thrill races through me at her possessive words, and then it registers that Poison still has one hand wrapped around my neck. She’s smirking like having Liv catch her isn’t a problem. She clearly hasn’t heard the stories about her.
I back away, holding my hands up with a slight smirk. “You’re right. I’m sorry.”
Poison looks my old lady up and down with a raised brow, and I inwardly wince at her foolishness because despite Liv being five-foot-five, and Poison standing at least five-eight, she’s no pushover. “Are you seriously telling the Pres what to do?”
Liv gives a smile of her own, one that screams a warning that only I can read. “No, I’m telling my old man to stay clear of rubbish like you.”
“Bitch, I know you didn’t just trash talk me.”
“Enough,” I say warily, stepping between the pair. “Liv is my old lady, she makes the rules.”
“You realise that every biker, including the President, has side women. It’s how this works,” says Poison, crossing her arms. “And I’ll let this slide because I assume you’re new to all this, but seriously, you need to adjust your attitude because only the President can decide who sucks his cock.”
Liv’s eyes fall to me, that rage smile still fixed in place like some demented clown. “She’s right, baby. Only you get to decide.”
Poison smiles like she’s won and steps around me. “I’m glad you’re seeing sense,” she mutters, heading for the exit. “Shall I wait in your office, Pres? We can finish what we started.”
Liv is still watching me, but I’m not fooled by her calm exterior. And when her hand dashes out, entangling Poison’s hair, I groan. She drags her close so her mouth is pressed to Poison’s ear. “Let me be very clear,” she hisses. “You touch my man again, I will rip your cheap extensions out.”
“Get the fuck off me,” Poison screams, trying to free her hair from Liv’s grip.
“I think she gets the message,” I say on a sigh.
“No, baby, I don’t think she does at all.” Liv proceeds to drag her from the kitchen kicking and screaming.
I follow reluctantly because if I’ve learned anything about Liv, it’s to let her ride this out without getting involved. If I try to intervene, she’ll lose her mind. The prospect jumps up from the couch looking overly alert. “Everything okay?” he asks, taking in the scene before him.
I arch a brow. “Does it look fine to you, Sparrow?”
“Go get all the club whores down here,” Liv demands.
Sparrow looks my way for permission, and I give a nod. He rushes off. “What’s the plan here, Liv?” I ask, going behind the bar and retrieving a bottle of rum.
“Your bitch is crazy,” screams Poison, twisting to try to hit Liv, who dodges it effortlessly.
“I don’t work off a plan,” says Liv, shoving Poison down until she’s on her knees. “But if you want me to stick around, we’re doing this shit my way.”
I pour a rum and take a seat. “Seriously, you’re just gonna let this happen?” yells Poison.
“What the fuck is this about?” Brains demands as he follows Stiletto down the stairs. I take in her naked body and smirk. A lot of brothers are gonna be pissed to have been interrupted.
Taz stomps down a second later. “This better be fucking good,” he growls, dragging Birdy behind him. He pauses when he spots Liv and groans dramatically. “Fuck’s sake,” he complains under his breath. “Who set Liv off?”
Once all the whores are present, Liv takes centre stage, making sure to look each in the eye, one at a time. “From now on, you don’t touch Bully. Not even if he asks you to.” She’s met with sniggers from the men and raised brows from the whores.
“No disrespect, Liv, but the Pres is a big boy, and he can do what the fuck he wants,” says Taz. He grabs Birdy by the hand. “Now, if you’re done with the tantrum, I was in the middle of something.”
“I’m not finished,” she yells, and I note some of the women startle at her harsh tone.
Taz looks at me. “Are you gonna say anything here?”
“Brother, she’s laying down the rules. Give her the respect she deserves.”
He rolls his eyes, turning back to Liv. “Ladies, you heard her, right?” The women nod. “Pres is off limits.” They nod again, but I don’t miss the smirks as they glance at one another. If anything, she’s just set them a challenge.
Olivia
I release my tight grip on Poison’s hair, practically shoving her away from me, and she scrambles away, following the rest of them upstairs.
They won’t listen. I’m not stupid, and I know how this life works.
It’s almost tradition to fuck the President, so he’s their main target.
But I’m not going to sit back and let it happen.
I’ve heard all the stories about bikers having an old lady as well as a bit on the side. That won’t be me.
I shift under the weight of Bully’s stare as he sips his drink, eyes trained on me like he’s waiting for me to run. I stand my ground. “I’m serious,” I tell him.
“I know.”
“I won’t stand by and let it happen. You fuck around again, I am out.”
“Okay.”
“And if you try to stop me, I’ll stick a knife in your heart. That will not be my life. I am not my mother.”
He nods again. “Okay.”
I turn to leave, smiling when he rushes after me, wrapping his arms around my waist and lifting me off the ground. He bustles me into his office, kicking the door closed and lifting my shirt. “Fuck, you’re hot when you’re jealous,” he pants, running kisses along my neck.
“I’m also dangerous,” I warn as he bends me over the desk and unfastens his jeans. “Let’s not push me over the edge.”
He enters me, growling as his intrusion stretches me. “You were made to be my old lady,” he murmurs, pulling my arms behind my back and slamming into me.
I lift one leg onto the desk, groaning with pleasure when he sinks deeper. “Let’s see if you still feel like that when I put in the rest of my rules.”
“Was that me, or was there a frosty feel to the air as we walked through there?” asks Bria.
I pull my leg behind me to my backside and stretch my muscles.
“I had to lay down the law,” I tell her, changing legs.
I hate running, but since Bria’s attack, we’ve made sure to do it four times a week.
It helps her to clear her head, and it makes me feel closer to her.
“I found Poison dripping all over him last night.”
I feel her eyes on me, probably asking herself the same questions I have. Has he been there already? “I can’t think that way,” I tell her without her saying the words. “I’ve decided to give us a chance, so I just have to get on with it.”
“But we all know what bikers can be like—”
“Bria,” I snap, tipping my head from side to side. “Yesterday, you were telling me to give him a chance, and now, you’re questioning it?”
“I’m not,” she argues, setting off, and I reluctantly follow. “But warning the whores off is like waving a red flag to a bull. They’re gonna have competitions to bed him.”
“What was I supposed to do, sit back and watch?”
She giggles. “No. Although, have you ever wondered what it would be like?”
I scowl. “To watch Bully fuck a whore?”
She shrugs. “To watch or be watched. Or even, yah know . . . join in.”
I groan. “It’s too early for this talk,” I say, passing her and steaming off ahead.
Rabble is wheezing by the time we get back to the clubhouse. I watch with concern as he doubles over, gasping like he smokes eighty a day. I hand him my water, and he takes it gratefully. “What did you do to the prospect?” asks Boss as he steps out for his morning cigarette.
“Running isn’t his thing,” says Bria, grinning.
“You ain’t gonna find a biker in there who loves a run,” he says with a laugh as he lights up.
“You look pretty fit,” says Bria, and I gasp at her brazen flirting.
Boss laughs some more, blowing out a plume of smoke. “Baby, I can fuck for hours. It keeps me fighting fit.”
Bria blushes, and I continue to stare between the pair, feeling like I’m in the way.
She loves a flirt and even a cheeky kiss on occasion, but she never takes it further.
I don’t blame her, but I doubt she’ll ever trust a man again.
“On that note, I’m gonna take a shower,” she says coyly, heading inside.
Boss’s attention falls to me. “You realise you set the whores a challenge last night?”
“I do,” I say, shrugging. “But I’ve given them a warning. They hit on him, I start breaking fingers.”
He grins. “I missed you. It was a mistake, you leaving like you did.”
“Oh yeah, why’s that?”
“You lost the respect of the men,” he says casually.
I scoff, heading for the door. “You think that bothers me after what happened to my sister in this clubhouse?” He has the decency to look away.
“I lost respect for the guys way before I left, Boss, so if you think this little conversation was an eye opener for me and I’m gonna break my back to try to win the guys over, you’re wrong.
If anything, it’s you lot who need to impress me. ” And I saunter away. Prick.
I pause in Bully’s office doorway as he tucks into a full English breakfast. It’s weird seeing him sitting behind that big old desk, but strangely, it suits him. Maybe deep down, I always knew this was coming. It didn’t stop me wanting him anyway. It still doesn’t.
He glances up. “You okay?”
I nod, crossing my arms as I move closer. “You ever think about sharing me?”
He inhales, almost choking on a mouthful of bacon. “Huh?”
I shrug casually. “With another man . . . or woman?”
“What the fuck? Where is this coming from?”
“Bria mentioned something, and it got me thinking.”
He rounds the desk, his face full of concern. We’ve always been adventurous in bed, but I’ve never even thought what it’d be like to share him. I shudder at the thought as he grabs my hands. “No, I haven’t. Why the fuck would I share what’s mine?”
I smirk, running my finger over his chest. “Maybe it’d be fun. Me. You.” I glance around before adding, “One of your brothers.”
His eyes narrow, and he shoves the door closed as he pulls me into his arms and kisses me.
I begin to giggle, and he pulls back. “You’re winding me up?
” I nod, laughing as he lifts me into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist. “You look good in Lycra,” he whispers against my lips, “but get it off.”
The tension is palpable, and wherever I go, club whores are whispering. I rise above it, ignoring them. They’ll get used to things. I find Bully about to go into church and pull him aside. “I want to invite my friends over.”
He gives me that look that tells me he’s about to object and come up with a ridiculous reason, so I kiss him until he can’t breathe and smile. “Please.”
“It’s not a good idea. Outsiders make the brothers uneasy.”
“Outsiders?” I repeat. “They’re my friends, and if I’m going to be part of this club again, I want them around too.”
“I’ll run it by the guys.”
I frown. “Aren’t you in charge?”
He sighs. “It doesn’t work like that. This is their home too, and they shouldn’t feel uncomfortable.”
“Fine. But if they agree, I want the whores out for the night.”
He scoffs until I arch a brow to show I’m serious. His smirk fades. “They’ll never allow that.”
“Fine, I’ll just go out then.” I turn on my heel, ignoring him calling my name, and then I hear Taz asking to get church started. Bully disappears inside their unholy room. Typical.
I find Bria on her bed reading. She glances up then groans. “You have that look,” she complains. “The one that tells me we’re gonna get into trouble.”
“He pisses me off,” I cry in frustration. “And then I get the urge to do stupid shit.”
“Like?”
“Sneak out of here and see the girls.”
Bria grins. “They are out tonight. Lisa texted me.”
I check my watch. “And the bikers will be busy for the next hour at least.”
She throws her legs over the edge of the bed. “We better get a move on then.”