9. Chapter Nine
Chapter Nine
Griffin’s Beach Undertaker
M elanie walks up to Undertaker, surprising him when she sits down at the table he’s seated at. Church ended fifteen minutes ago, and he assumed she’d be locked away with Jace in his apartment by now after the three-day run he just returned from.
“Can I help you?” Undertaker asks when she just looks at him intently.
A smile spreads on her face. “You know that girl we helped with the whole party fiasco? Jamie?”
“Yeah…?”
“She’s sitting outside on the picnic table. Pretty sure she’s been crying, and I think she’s looking for you.”
Jumping up, he all but runs outside. He knows he probably looks like a gorilla from a nineties video game, but he doesn’t care. All he cares about is finding out who made Jamie cry and murdering the bastard for it.
“What’s wrong?” he asks as he spots her.
Jamie wipes her eyes and doesn’t look at him as he sits beside her. “I didn’t… I didn’t know where else to go. I can’t go home. My dad… and my stepmom… Oh God!”
He has no idea what’s going on, so he just rubs her back and waits for her to settle down enough to explain in a way he understands. “It’ll be okay.”
“I wish I’d never come here. Staying with my dad was a mistake.”
“Jamie, what happened?”
Wiping at her eyes again, she finally looks up at him. “When you guys took me to that party, it gave me a bit of a reputation. For the first time in my life, I was the cool chick. The girl who befriended a dangerous motorcycle club, and people from the party wanted to spend time with me.”
“Okay…”
“I went on a date tonight with a guy who was there that night. Things were going pretty well, and he didn’t seem to care that I’m bigger than him. He’s kind of short. I forced myself to ignore it, too, and he kissed me.”
The thought of her kissing some skinny guy with too small of a dick to properly please a woman makes him irrationally angry. “Did you not like the… kissing?”
“No, I liked it. He pushed for things to go further. Don’t get me wrong… I went into the night thinking that might be where it led, and I was more than okay with it. But he was going really fast, and he got a little aggressive. I just wanted him to slow down.”
“Did he—”
“No. I just asked him to slow down, and he… he laughed at me.”
“He laughed at you?”
Jamie looks down at her hands in her lap, and he sees the glint from the tears hitting her arms. She seems embarrassed, and his mind races. Did he push her into something she wasn’t ready for? If so, whoever this man is, he’s dead.
“I told him I needed him to slow down, and after he was done laughing, he jumped away from me like I suddenly had snakes for hair or something. He asked if I was a virgin, and the way he said it… He was so disgusted. But, let’s be honest. Who looks at me and thinks it’s surprising?”
Me, but I’m a fucking creep who can’t stop thinking about you naked now, baby doll. “You’re a virgin?”
“I was fine losing it tonight. I’m twenty-two, for God’s sake. It’s time, right? But I just needed him to slow down.”
“What’d he do?”
His blood pressure kicks up at least three notches, and his fists clench as he sees blood. Lots and lots of blood from the murder he’s about to commit.
“He laughed again, and he said it was either put out or get out. I can’t have sex with someone who laughs at me, and I was so humiliated. He’s friends with Ron, so it’s going to be the talk of the house, if not the town. I can’t go back there. I have nowhere else to go.”
“What’s the guy’s name?”
Jamie sniffles and shakes her head. “No, bringing the scary bikers around is how I got here in the first place. I don’t think it’ll fix much.”
“If I break his skinny fucking neck, it will. Plus, it’ll make me feel better.”
“I just… I didn’t know where else to go.
And I don’t have your number. I don’t know if this was the kind of thing Lex meant when she told me to call if I needed anything.
I just… I guess you’re kind of the closest thing I have to a friend.
Which is pretty pathetic because you’re not really my friend.
You just took pity on me,” she says and lets out a small sob.
Sighing, Undertaker rubs her back again. “It’s not pathetic. But… Hold that thought.” He hops down and opens the clubhouse door to whistle. “Lex, Mel, can you come out here?”
Jamie whips her head to the right to look at him. “What are you doing?” she hisses.
Lex, Melanie, and surprisingly, Felicity, walk out. Melanie scans the lot and looks confused. “Who are we fighting?”
“I could really use a good fight,” Felicity says with a nod.
“I’ve still got a few days before I’m back up to standard fighting state, but if it’s necessary, you know you can count on me, Undertaker,” Lex says. “As long as you promise to hold me and read me a bedtime story.”
He laughs and shakes his head. “Sorry, ladies, but there’s no fighting. I needed old ladies to impart their wisdom.”
“Ah, fuck,” Felicity says. “Then again, you didn’t call my name, so I don’t really have a right to be upset.”
“I need you to talk to Jamie. She doesn’t have many friends here yet, and I can’t offer the support she needs right now. Not since she says breaking some dude’s neck will make the situation worse, not better.”
“I have a question, and this might be a stupid question,” Jamie says. “I don’t really understand why he’s calling you old ladies. Because, uh, you’re not… old? No offense… I think.”
Laughing, Felicity gives a small shrug. “It’s what we’re called once we’ve been claimed by a member of the club.”
“And the men who claim us are our old men,” Lex says. “Not to be confused with the fathers who also are called our old men. Now that I say it out loud, it was never really thought out much for multiple generations, was it?”
“What happened tonight, kiddo?” Melanie asks and takes a seat next to Jamie.
Shaking her head, she stares at her hands. “I can’t tell it again.”
“She went on a date with a dude who was going too fast. She asked him to slow down, and he fucking laughed at her. Then he realized she’s a virgin, and he laughed again. Said some bullshit thing he probably saw on a chick flick about putting out or getting out,” Undertaker recaps.
“How old are you?” Felicity asks.
“Twenty-two,” she says, her voice quiet.
“Look, it’s not like I’m waiting for marriage or anything.
I don’t have this grand idea of a fairy tale with a prince whisking me off and whatever.
I’m just not the type of girl that guys go for, so I haven’t exactly had opportunities, if you know what I mean. ”
“You masturbate a lot, don’t you?” Melanie asks, her eyes narrowed as she stares intently at Jamie.
Slapping her arm, Lex glares at her. “Mel, shut up. Ignore her. She’s a bit of a freak. And I mean that in all contexts, but mostly sexually.”
“And she’s not exaggerating,” Felicity adds with a smile.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” Melanie asks and gasps. “It’s like finding a fucking unicorn in the wild! She’s twenty-two and a virgin. Sue me for being fascinated.”
Undertaker fears he’s made a mistake until Jamie smiles and looks up. “You think I’m special or something?”
“I think you’re amazing!” she says and shifts to sit on the pavement in front of the table. “I lost my virginity at fourteen. It was my birthday present.”
Moving to sit on either side of Jamie, Lex rolls her eyes and looks at Felicity. “Of course it was. Why wouldn’t it be her present?”
“How old were you two when you lost yours?” Jamie asks.
“Sixteen,” they say together.
The thought of Jamie being a virgin intrigues Undertaker more than he wants to admit to himself. She’s stunning, and knowing she’s completely untouched only adds to the attraction. It makes him feel like the biggest creep in the world, but he can’t help it.
If she were even a couple of years older, he’d consider offering to show her what being with him is like. Taking her for the first time and possibly being the only cock she’d ever have makes him move into the shadows undetected. He’s so hard, there’s no way he can hide his erection.
Fuck, just thinking about her has me as hard as a teenage boy who just saw his first pair of tits.
“Did you enjoy it?” Jamie asks, pulling him from his thoughts of her bouncing on top of him.
“Yes!” Melanie says and nods with a huge smile. “Hurt like a bitch for about a minute, but my boyfriend was older and experienced. He knew what he was doing. Three orgasms, baby.”
Groaning, Lex shakes her head. “You would be that person.”
“It hurt, but Ky made it worthwhile,” Felicity says.
“He took his time, and I thought it was sweet. It was like he was that rare guy who knew how to make it amazing just by instinct because we were both virgins. Except, he wasn’t.
My sister was his first, so I guess he wasn’t really a sex god, after all. ”
“She’s totally not still bitter about finding out about her husband and her sister or anything,” Lex says and laughs. “I’m not like either of them. My first time sucked. Hurt and was the absolute worst.”
“Why was it so bad?”
She snorts. “I didn’t care about the guy that much. And he had no fucking idea what he was doing.”
“But you like it now?” Jamie asks.
Everyone laughs, and Lex winces slightly. Undertaker and Venom have been trying to figure out what exactly caused her injuries, and they’ve both concluded she must’ve been in some type of accident. If someone had hurt her, there’d be a target on them.
“Yeah, I fucking love it now,” she says. “My advice, because I don’t think you’re like Mel, is to find someone you care about and who cares about you before you give it up.”
“I agree, but also, no one else is like Mel. Someone who cares about you will care about your pleasure, not just his own. Or hers. However you swing is cool with us,” Felicity says.
“You have to tell him what works and what doesn’t.
If you don’t care about each other, it’s not so easy to communicate. ”
“Wait,” Melanie says and jabs a finger to her own chest. “Am I the unicorn?”
“Yes!” they say together and laugh.
Jamie actually looks happy talking with the three of them, and even though there’s at least a decade age gap, it doesn’t seem like it. She suddenly doesn’t seem as young as he knows she is, and it really doesn’t help with his resolve to stay away.
She continues to ask them intimate questions, and he knows his problem won’t be going away anytime soon. He slips around the building to the corner he knows is a blind spot from the cameras and takes his cock from his jeans.
The only action he gets is with his hand, but the images of taking Jamie for the first time make it less mundane than it normally is. He imagines making her squirm and moan with pleasure.
Her voice carries through the air, adding to the fantasy and making it more realistic. He holds his breath as he pumps hard and fast. Her giggle is what does him in, and he shoots his release against the building with some splattering back onto his jeans.
“Fuck me,” he whispers and leans against the building.
If Jamie comes back and pushes for something more between them, Undertaker knows he won’t have the strength to turn her away. Especially knowing what picking him really means for her.
I’m in so much fucking trouble.