3. Chapter Three
Chapter Three
Griffin’s Beach Undertaker
C hurch ends, and Beckett damn near sprints from the Chapel to head back to his apartment. Shannon’s made only one appearance that Undertaker has seen. And based on Beckett’s improved mood, the general consensus is that he must finally be getting some.
Undertaker would agree with everyone if he didn’t share a wall with the man.
Unless they’re the silent fucking type—which he seriously doubts knowing what he does about Shannon—there’s no sex happening in that apartment.
Much like Undertaker’s. He doesn’t even remember the last time he got any action.
He may joke that he doesn’t knowingly sleep with married women, but the truth is, he’s never been the type for casual sex. In fact, he never has sex outside of a committed relationship.
Sure, there’s more than enough options around the clubhouse, but he knows better than to try and bed a woman who only wants sex. It’s not how he’s hard-wired, and he has no desire to take a trip to the free clinic.
A dark-haired woman with blonde and caramel highlights walks into the clubhouse, and she takes Undertaker’s breath away. It’s been a while since anyone has done that to him, and he’s struck by the unconventional sexiness of her.
Most men in here wouldn’t give her a second glance, but something about her calls to him.
Taller than almost all of the women by at least a couple of inches, he guesses her to be about five-ten.
And those hips and thighs make him want to crawl to her on his hands and knees.
There’s plenty to hold onto in the best ways, and he’s here for it.
But she looks much too young for him. By at least ten years.
She freezes as she glances around at the men wearing leather, and Jennings looks up with amusement. “You lost, darlin’?”
“I… should have known.”
“Should have known what?”
Looking at her phone, she reads out the clubhouse’s address. “This is the right address, isn’t it?”
“It is. I take it you weren’t looking for a room full of bikers,” Taylor “Shep” Shepherd says with a goofy grin on his face.
If he wasn’t happily married to a former stripper, Undertaker would have to hold himself back from breaking his legs. No one in this clubhouse will touch her.
“No, I was looking for a party my new step-brother invited me to. This is apparently his idea of a joke. I’m sorry to bother you.”
Her phone chimes, and a flush creeps up her neck as she reads it.
Undertaker can’t help himself, and he decides to fly too close to the sun.
As he approaches her, he takes in her floral scent and does his best not to close his eyes to inhale deeply.
His heart rate quickens, and he knows it’s even more dangerous than he thought being this close to her.
“What’d he say?”
Holding out her phone, she shakes her head and looks up at the ceiling. It’s obvious she’s trying her best not to cry. “I knew I should’ve known something was up when he insisted we meet there rather than go together.”
“What’s it say?” Lex calls.
“ Get gangbanged yet? ” he growls.
“Gimme the number,” Brock says. Undertaker reads it to him, and he types it into his laptop with a smirk. “Got his location.”
Nodding, Undertaker looks around. “Anyone up for a party?”
“What are you doing?” the woman asks, her eyes wide and scared.
“We’re gonna escort you to this party to make sure you’re okay. And to let your stepbrother know he made a big fucking mistake,” he says. “I’m Undertaker.”
“Jamie. Jamie Pittman.”
To his surprise, Brock walks around the bar to join Shep and Tyson Reeves. “I’ve been sitting in front of a computer screen too much these days. I think it’s time to have a little fun.”
They introduce themselves to Jamie when Melanie calls out, “Need any female assistance?”
“Sure,” Undertaker says, and he can’t stop the smirk when Jace jumps up to join them.
Relief fills him when Lex stands up with the boxed-blonde, and she hands her wedding ring to Colt. “Baby, hold this for me.”
Worry about the President’s reaction is pointless when Colt takes it and chuckles. “God, help this guy. He has no idea what kind of trouble he’s in for.”
Now, Undertaker only has to worry about Lex offering to give Jamie a ride in her car rather than letting him feel her hot body wrap around his on his bike.
“I have a backseat of booster seats, so I can only take Mel with me,” she says.
The twinkle in her eye catches Undertaker, and Melanie catches on quickly. She shoots Jace a warning glance as he opens his mouth to offer to drive her, and Undertaker has never been more thankful for these two blondes in his entire life.
“You drive, baby?” he asks Jamie.
“Took a rideshare just in case I had anything to drink.”
“I’ll give you a ride. Let’s go.”
They walk to his trike, and he happens to look in the backseat of Lex’s Mustang. There’s only one booster seat, and Melanie could have easily fit in the back to let Jamie ride in the front. The girl is good. So good she read him like a fucking book.
Jamie lets out a shaky breath, but she gets on behind him, her hands tentatively touching his sides. “Thanks, Undertaker.”
“Don’t be shy, baby doll. I won’t bite you. Hold on.”
They follow Brock with Lex pulling up the rear to a party on the edge of town where the music blares, the bass almost deafening.
I’m officially fucking old. This is too damn loud and crowded for me.
“What does your stepbrother look like? And what’s his name?” Lex asks, fluffing up her curly hair to add even more volume while both women tug their shirts down to expose more cleavage.
Undertaker finds it relatively impressive Melanie has any leeway to tug her shirt down without popping her tits all the way out considering she barely covers them to begin with. Something he’d never be okay with if she was his girl.
Jamie pulls up a picture of him, and Undertaker laughs. Such a little preppy pussy. “His name is Ron.”
“God, he looks like a Ron, too,” Lex says. “Mel, if you pull that shirt down any further, your tits will come out. We want to distract him, not divert all blood flow to his brain.”
Defying her, she tugs just enough to cover the edges of her nipples. “Wanna bet?”
Jace growls behind her, but it’s not an angry growl. It’s the sound he makes when he’s about to pounce on her.
“Down, boy,” she says. “You’ll get all of this later. Lex will text one of you when we’re ready.”
They walk inside, and Shep slaps Jace’s arm. “Fuck, I wish Heidi wasn’t working at the Puffy Taco tonight. This dude wouldn’t stand a chance against the three of them.”
It’s a valid statement. Even though Lex is closer to forty than thirty, she doesn’t look her age. In fact, if she wasn’t already taken, Undertaker would consider pursuing her. She’s too headstrong for what he needs in a woman, though, but her loyalty is one of her most attractive qualities.
“Got Lex’s text,” Shep says. “That was fast.”
Reaching out, Jamie grabs Undertaker’s wrist but immediately releases it. “What… What are you guys going to do?”
“Make him regret trying to embarrass you. And potentially put you in harm’s way.”
“Where’s the rest of it?” Melanie cries out as she cackles.
They immediately spot Ron struggling to pull his pants back up as the women in the room all point and laugh. The guys he suspects are Ron’s friends yank his boxers back down to expose him in the room to further his humiliation.
“What the fuck, guys?” Ron cries out, his voice squeaking. The tears won’t be too far off now, and Undertaker smirks with satisfaction.
“Are you gonna cry?” he asks and walks up to him.
Shep slaps his arm. “Dude, I’d be crying, too, if I’d lost half my dick in a freak accident. Or… Wait! Is that what God gave you to go through life with?”
“Who the fuck are you guys?”
“Dude, shut up,” one of the guys behind him hisses.
Lex smirks as she sits on the arm of the couch. “You don’t know? You sent your stepsister into our clubhouse.”
Ron’s eyes widen, and he locks his gaze on Jamie. “Wait, you did this?”
“No, motherfucker, you did this,” Brock says. “For the record, the Drifters aren’t into gang bangs. And we certainly don’t consider it a funny joke from pencil dicks like you.”
“I don’t think he likes being dished up a helping of what he thought he served,” Jace says. “But my girl did him a favor by getting him as big as he’s probably ever gonna get. I mean, it’s gotta suck when a virgin has to ask if it’s in yet while he’s balls deep inside her.”
“He seems like the type who finishes far too soon,” Lex says and tilts her head to examine him. “Assuming a woman lets him get her naked.”
Ron’s completely given up trying to pull up his pants, and he covers his cock with his hands. Whipping around he growls, “I could make you cry out for mercy, bitch.”
Tipping her head back, she laughs. And laughs. “Oh, hunny, do you pack a strap-on? Because that’s the only way I could ever see that happening. Based on the look of you, though, I assume you’re a tish bit delusional.”
“I suppose it’s not exactly my fault it’d be like a hot dog down a hallway with a whore like you.”
“Hey, watch your mouth, cocktail wiener,” Melanie snaps. “Do you seriously have no idea who her husband is?”
“I don’t give a fuck.”
Lex’s head snaps forward, and she levels him with a deathly glare that even makes Undertaker shiver. “You should.”
Defiance leaves and is immediately replaced with fear as Ron points to Undertaker, his goods confined to only one hand. “Him?”
“Worse,” Undertaker says. “He’s the President of our club. A group of real men. I’m not certain you’ve ever seen one before if you choose to dress like… that.”
“Don’t forget that her father and father-in-law are Original Ten,” Melanie says. “Founding members of the motorcycle club, in case you’re too stupid to put that together.”
Paling, Ron holds his hands up in surrender before remembering he’s naked from the waist down. He covers himself again and shakes his head. “Okay, this was just a joke that got really out of hand.”
“You’re familiar with things getting out of hand, aren’t you?” Melanie asks and runs her tongue over her teeth. “One minute you’re stroking along, and the next POOF! That thing completely disappears from the palm because it’s too fucking short.”
“Bitch, I will—”
“You will what?” Jace asks and towers over him. “That’s my woman, so what the fuck do you think you’re gonna do?”
He stumbles with his jeans at his ankles and tries to shuffle from Jace’s shadow. “Look, we don’t want any trouble. It was just supposed to be a harmless joke. I swear, I didn’t think she’d convince you to come here and harass me.”
“Oh, she didn’t,” Undertaker says. “We did that all on our own.”
“You told them where the party was?” he asks. “I knew you were a bitch the first time I met you.”
“You really like to call women bitch , don’t you?” Lex asks. “You should be careful because a real bitch will show you the true meaning of that word, and I don’t think you’ll ever be able to stay hard around a woman again when that happens.”
Ty pours himself a beer and tosses it to the ground as he spits it out. “What is that shit?”
“It’s… It’s light beer,” a man with hair that looks like a bird sits on his head stutters.
“Watching your figure, are you? My girl who counts her calories drinks better shit than that.”
“To counter your accusation,” Brock says with a chuckle, “how could she tell us the address when you gave her ours?”
Ron just stares like a deer in headlights, and Undertaker takes pleasure in it. For a tough talker, he clearly can’t handle it when he’s given what he dishes out. Clearly a coddled mama’s boy.
“Cat got your tongue?” Brock asks. “ I got the address. Did you know it’s easy to ping someone’s location from their cell phone these days? Oh, and, ladies, you might want to know he shares his location with his mommy. Who pays for his phone plan.”
“Aren’t you, like, twenty-five?” a hot redhead asks. “You share your location with your mom ? Oh my God.”
“He probably thinks he’ll get abducted or something,” another one calls out.
Jamie snorts. “He lives with her, too.”
“Don’t be a bitch, Jamie,” Ron snaps.
“I’ve had about enough of you using that word,” Lex says.
“Me, too,” Undertaker growls as he takes two quick strides to Ron and grabs him by the throat, lifting him up off of his feet. “That’s no way to speak to a lady.”
Dangling half-naked, Ron grips Undertaker’s wrists in an attempt to be released. “It was just a joke, okay?”
“Fuck with her again, and I’ll break your arms off and use them as toothpicks. Got it?”
He nods and stumbles backwards as he’s released. He manages to pull his pants up as he lies on the ground and says, “Got it.”
“He fucks with you again, you know where to find me,” he says to Jamie. “Now, make sure she gets home safely. If she has to contact me for a ride, or anyone else in here fucks with her, I won’t be very happy.”
“And he’s not one you want to make unhappy,” Lex says with a shrug. “Gimme your phone, Jamie.” Jamie does, her expression nothing short of awestruck, and Lex types on the screen. “Call me if you need anything.”
They head outside, and Jace lifts Melanie to motorboat her chest. “That was fun. And I’m fucking horny now.”
“Like that’s not the constant state you live in,” Lex says with a laugh. She turns to Undertaker as everyone leaves. “She’ll be okay.”
How the fuck do you do that? “I’m sure she will be.”
A knowing smirk appears on her face, but she says nothing as she climbs into her car. No matter what Lex thinks, Undertaker has to get Jamie Pittman off his mind. She’s about ten years too young for him, and she’d never understand his rules. Only in his dreams would it ever work.