Chapter 6
Six
Autumn
“Are you serious? We’re meeting up with some hot bikers,” Karla says, wide-eyed.
“Yeah, so let’s hurry. I’ll drive,” I say, nodding.
“Okay,” Karla says, smiling.
I pull out of her driveway and onto the road. It takes a few minutes to get to the bar. I pull into the parking lot and park close to the bikes.
“Girl, I’m so excited,” Karla squeals, pulling down the visor to look into the vanity mirror.
“Karla, Fiend is absolutely gorgeous, walking sex, and bad ass biker,” I say, applying my red lipstick on my lips.
Fiend took off the lipstick with his kiss, and just thinking of his hot kiss makes me wet.
Fuck!
“What about the other biker,” Karla asks, smiling.
“Girl, he’s hot, but I want to warn you. Bikers are out to have fun, so if you have fun with him, don’t expect anything because they don’t do relationships,” I say, looking at her.
“Fuck! I want a biker,” Karla pouts, shaking her head.
“Karla, just have fun, and let it run its course. Sometimes the fuckers do fall, and when they do, it’s hard,” I say, nodding.
“Ah, that’s amazing. But you’re right. What if I don’t like him,” Karla says, nodding.
“No worries, if you don’t like him. I’m sure that the bar will have many more bikers who would love to meet you! I don’t want you to get hurt, and I don’t want you fucking all of the bikers because for sure you won’t get one. They have pussy any time they want,” I say, rolling my eyes.
“Wow, that sounds like they’re fucking players,” Karla says, looking at me.
“That’s exactly what they are, fucking players. Believe me, I know. My Brothers and the MC Brothers are all the same,” I say, nodding.
I drop my lipstick back into my little crossbody purse.
“But Wynter has a biker, right,” Karla says, sliding her fingers through her long hair.
“Yeah, but it took her forever to get the fucker to claim her,” I huff, rolling my eyes.
“Okay, got it! Don’t worry, because I only want to have some fun. I told Papa that I was spending the weekend with you,” Karla says, nodding.
“Perfect. I told my brother that I was spending it with you. Hopefully it works out. I really want to make sure that you understand about these motherfuckers, because I don’t want you to get hurt,” I say, smiling.
“I understand, let’s go inside,” Karla says, pushing open her door.
I open my door and slide out, looking around the parking lot. I run my fingers through my long hair and adjust my dress.
“Girl, I’m so excited. I can’t wait to talk to him,” I say, smiling.
We walk to the door, the music blares, and I feel the bass vibrate at my feet. The big guard, yeah, a biker, looks at us and lifts his chin. We walk into the bar, and it’s dark, but I see Fiend and Killer near the door.
I can’t help but smile, my heart beats faster, and I feel giddy.
“Hey,” Fiend says, stepping closer, taking my hand.
“You made it,” I say, smiling.
“Always,” Fiend says, kissing my cheek.
“Fiend, Killer, this is my friend Karla,” I say, waving my hand.
“Hi,” Fiend says, lifting his chin.
“Hey,” Killer says, smiling.
“Hello,” Karla says, smiling.
“Let’s get some beer,” I say, looking around the bar.
“We have the bar area at the end for us,” Fiend says, pulling me closer.
“Awesome, could we get some food,” I say, stepping closer to him.
“Baby girl, you can have anything you want,” Fiend says, wrapping his arm around my waist.
“Oh, Josh, I want a lot from you,” I say, placing my hands on his hard, muscular chest.
I gaze into his green eyes, connecting with his soul. I bite my lower lip, loving his smile and those cute dimples.
“Is that right?”
“Yes,” I say, nodding.
“Let’s start with the beer and food, and then we can go from there,” Fiend says, kissing my nose, taking my hand.
Hell!
The sexy biker makes me swoon.
“Okay,” I say, nodding, turning. “Karla, let’s go to the end of the bar.”
“Yes, I need a beer,” Karla says, nodding.
We walk down the room to the end of the bar, the corner area.
I slide onto the barstool, and Fiend sits next to me.
Karla is on my other side. Killer sits next to Karla.
Karla is smiling, moving to the music, talking to Killer.
It appears, for now, that Killer wants to flirt with her.
I hope she doesn’t get hurt. I know bikers, they’re not easy to get.
The Prospect walks over with several beers, and I take a pull. He returns with a tray of food.
“Tell me about your goals,” Fiend asks, taking my hand.
He rubs his thumb over my knuckles, gazing into my eyes. My heart skips a beat; his eyes hypnotize, pulling me deep into his soul.
“My goal is to be happy,” I say, tilting my head, trying to gauge his feelings.
I need to see his reaction, to see if he’s sincere, if he’s playing me. After being around the MC my entire life, I know these bikers.
“What does that mean? What would make you happy, Baby girl,” Fiend asks, leaning closer.
He appears to be interested in what I have to say, hanging on every word.
That, right there, I love.
“It means that I want to grab what I want and that I won’t settle,” I say, licking my lower lip.
His eyes follow my tongue, darkening with desire.
“What do you want,” He asks.
“I want to live every day with the man who makes me shatter and burn when he touches me, and melt as I feel his soul merge with mine. I want to hear his voice vibrate with fiery need, and in his eyes I want to see intoxicating love every day,” I say, taking a drink of beer.
“Is that right? You want to be his queen,” Fiend asks, smiling.
“Yes, his only queen. I want respect and loyalty because my man will have all of that in spades,” I smirk, nodding.
“Is that it,” Fiend asks, raising his brow.
“Yes, that’s what would make me happy,” I laugh, throwing back my head. “You didn’t ask what my goals are.”
“Baby girl, you’re sassy, but I love it,” Fiend says, smiling. “What are your goals?”
“My goal is to open up the coffee shop with my sister Wynter. My brothers are helping us out by investing in us. We want to help the abused women in the shelter by offering them a job,” I say, grabbing some nachos.
I eat a few, closing my eyes.
“These are good. I’m starving,” I say, grabbing more.
I look at Karla; she’s laughing and looking at Killer. I hope it works for her.
“I like that you have goals, and you’re working on reaching them,” Fiend says, taking a pull of beer.
Then he pulls out his cigarettes, offers me one, and I take it. We light up, and I inhale and exhale.
“Josh, I know that you’re a Men Of Mayhem, but what do you like to do,” I ask, taking another drag of the cigarette.
I lower my eyelids, memorizing his mannerisms. I love everything about Joshua, will Fiend. But I love calling him Josh.
“Baby girl, I love to protect who I love. I love to repair bikes and cars,” He says, resting his arm on my shoulder.
I rest the cigarette in the ashtray, smiling. I lean in, looking up at him. He gazes into my eyes, making my chest tighten, my ovaries melt, and my panties wet.
This man is the one I want.
He’s sexy.
Oh yes, I love how his personality is strong, an alpha, yet so damn attentive, and real.
“What else do you love to do,” I ask, moving my hand to rest on his chest.
I can feel his heartbeat faster as he leans in close to whisper.
“I love to fuck all the fucking time,” Fiend says, nipping my earlobe.
My body reacts to his dirty talking, throbbing with need. I slide my hand up his chest, wrapping it around his neck, pulling him closer.
“I like that,” I whisper, kissing him.
The man doesn’t disappoint. He takes over the kiss with a wild hunger. This is what I want from my man,
Passion.
But I want it forever.
I slide my fingers up through his hair, and I feel him tremble. He pulls back, sliding off the stool. He leans in closer, resting his other hand on the bar countertop, blocking me in.
“Baby girl, you’re driving me crazy,” He utters in a low, raspy voice.
“That’s what I want, because I want you,” I say, moving my hand up to rest at his shoulder.
“Baby girl, don’t tease me,” He says, resting his hands on my waist.
I gaze into his heated eyes, licking my lower lip. His eyes follow my tongue, and he kisses me.
I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him with the same hunger. He tastes so good, and yes, not been kissed before to compare, but what I’m feeling has to be special.
I pull away, looking around the bar and at Karla and Killer. They’re talking, so I take that as good.
“These nachos are good,” I say, grabbing a few more.
“Would you like anything else,” Fiend asks, leaning his arm on the bar countertop next to me.
“Oh, do you have chicken strips,” I ask, smiling.
“Yeah, I’ll order some,” Fiend says, smiling, flashing that adorable dimple.
We finish off the nachos, and the chicken strips arrive. We dive in, eat them up, and drink more beers.
“Fiend, let’s play pool,” I say, looking at the empty pool table.
“Do you know how to play,” Fiend asks, wrapping his arm around my waist.
“Of fuckincourse! I’m the Wicked Warriors MC Princess,” I huff, rolling my eyes.
“Right, let’s see your game,” Fiend says, taking my hand.
I slide off the stool and grab my beer.
“Killer, Karla, let’s play some pool,” Fiend says.
“Okay, yes,” they respond.
We play pool, and it’s lots of fun. I love watching Fiend play; he focuses and slides his stick before taking a shot. I do my thing, enjoying his surprised faces. Yeah, Wynter and I played a lot of pool when the Brothers were busy on runs.
“Baby girl, do you need me to help you with that shot,” Fiend says, walking over to me.
“Yeah,” I say, nodding.
What is he up to?
Fiend walks over, stands behind me, and leans over me, helping me with the shot. He rubs his hard cock against me and kisses my bare shoulder. His hard cock and body heat are turning me on. He’s making my nipples hard, my gut twist, and my panties get wet.
Fucker is teasing me.
“You look so damn sexy,” Fiend whispers next to my ear.
I shiver, and I’m so glad that he’s holding the stick and making the shot.
“Baby girl, stay with me tonight,” Fiend says, in a raspy voice in my ear.
“Are you asking me to go to the clubhouse with you?” I say, turning to look at him.
He’s caging me in against the pool table.
“Yes, because I want you,” Fiend says, running his finger over my cheek.
“Okay,” I say, nodding.
“We won,” Karla yells, waving her hands.
“Okay, let’s go. We’re going to the clubhouse,” I say, looking at Karla.
“We are,” Karla asks, wide-eyed.
“Yeah,” I say, leaning against Fiend.
“Okay, let’s go,” Karla says, looking at Killer
“Yes, let’s go have some fun at the clubhouse,” Killer says, nodding.
We leave the bar, and walk to the parking lot.
“Follow us,” Fiend says, helping into the car.
“Okay,” I say, smiling.
Feind leans in, kisses me, and takes a step back, closing the door. I follow him to the clubhouse.
“Karla, how do you like Killer? He’s not someone to play with if you don’t like him. He’s a hardcore MC biker, one of the Satan Warriors MC brats, which means he's a second-generation member. He’s one of the Sergeant At Arms/Enforcer,” I say, glancing at her.
“No worries, I know what an enforcer is,” Karla says, nodding. “I did see his patch on his vest.”
“It’s called a Cut,” I smile.
“Okay, Cut. I like him, he’s sexy as hell, and made me laugh,” Karla says, smiling.
“Okay, I don’t want you to do something that you don’t want to or to get hurt,” I say, glancing at her.
Karla chews her lip, looking straight ahead in thought. She inhales and exhales, smiling.
“Autumn, don’t worry about me, okay? I’m going to see where this goes. If it’s just fun, then that’s something I’ll deal with, but I like him,” Karla says, nodding.
“Okay, I’m going to stay with Fiend, at least until Sunday morning if it works out,” I say, biting my lip.
“Yes, if it works out with Killer, I’ll stay with him,” Karla nods, running her fingers through her long, dark, wavy hair.
“Awesome, let’s give them hell!”