Chapter Thirteen Ro #2
They clasp hands. “Glad to hear it, Bolt. This is my girl, Ro. Ro, this is Bolton. Were charges officially filed?” Gambit asks, all business.
Bolt smiles in my direction and nods his head in greeting. “Nah, it was all dropped. Not enough to make it stick.”
“It was a warning,” a voice rumbles. I recognize the deep, somber cadence. Turning, I spot Stone. “Heard you protected us tonight.”
Suddenly, what feels like a thousand eyes are fixed on me. “I’m not a snitch.”
Laughter erupts. Stone’s lips quirk up at the corners. “I like you.”
“Thank you, I think?” A fresh round of amusement fills the place.
Everywhere I look, men ranging from late twenties to mid-fifties are clad in leather vests.
Wallet chains catch the overhead lights.
Their expressions range from curiosity to indifference.
A few hold suspicion. I step closer to Gambit.
“It’s a good thing.” Gambit squeezes my side and kisses the crown of my head.
When did he become such a good actor?
“Hate to break up the love fest, but we have business to see to,” Anna reminds us.
“What’s she talking about?” Stone asks.
“They need to take photos of her bruises,” Gambit explains.
“Aaah. We’ll send someone in to give two witnesses to them.” Stone scans the room. “Hailey.” He snaps his fingers. A petite blonde with bright blue eyes and a low-cut dress that shows off perky double Ds bounds over. The hem of the skirt flirts with her upper thighs, showing off her slender frame.
“Stay with Ro. Show her around once she’s done, will you?”
“Of course. Anything for Gambit.” She bats her lashes.
“Appreciate it, darling,” Gambit drawls. Something passes between them. I look away. It’s none of my business. I’m only here for a few weeks, then I’m gone. Don’t get caught up in a life you’re not meant to live, Rowan.
I push him out of my mind as Anna begins the process of documenting my injuries. Numbing out, I lift my shirt, pose, and ignore Hailey’s stare.
“We got a case on our hands this time,” Anna insists, lowering her phone.
“This time?” The words spark interest. I look up, meeting her gaze.
“Shake downs on the Kings isn’t a new thing,” Anna admits.
“They want to put an end to the freedom we have,” Haily mumbles, tossing her hair over her shoulder
“Seems like it recently,” the lawyer agrees.
“Alright, Ro. I have what I need. Step out for a minute, would you, sweetheart. Photos are done. It’s time for me to record a statement.
“Oh, of course.” Hopping up, Hailey scuttles out, closing the door behind her without another word. Is this for real?
“Gotta love a biker bunny who just wants to help,” Anna says with a light laugh.
“Have a seat. We’ll get this over with. I know you’ve had a long day.”
Placing her leather briefcase on the desk, she spins out of the office chair and pops open the lid. Pulling out a small black tape recorder, Anna is serious as she hits the record button. “Start from the beginning when the police arrived at the airport.”
Reliving the account is unsettling. I feel their fingers digging into my flesh. The metal cuffs slice through my wrists with phantom pains. The raw skin on my knees throb in reminder. My core temp plummets. Things could’ve taken an ugly turn so easily.
“I have everything I need,” Anna says as she ends the recording.
“Hailey’s waiting outside. She’ll show you around.” Numb, I stand and make my way to the door, eager to leave the memories behind.
“All done?” Hailey pushes away from the wall.
“Yeah.” I run my hands up and down my arms absently.
“It’s cool what you did.”
“Huh?” I focus on her.
“Keeping your mouth shut around the cops. It’s a good in.”
I frown. “That’s not why I did it.”
“Oh. I know.” She flashes me a fake smile. “But there’s an order to things here. Girls who’ve been waiting for their chance to become an old lady.”
I shake my head. “I’m not following.”
“Gambit’s a big deal. He’s a president in his own right. No homely-looking hayseed gets to pop up out of nowhere and cinch him.”
My eyes widen. Is she actually trying to warn me off him? “He’s not an object to fight over.”
She laughs callously. “Of course he is, hayseed. They all are.”
I snicker. “I don’t go after men I have to chase. If you think you can grab him, you’re welcome to try.”
Holding her arm out, she steps me into the hallway. “Who the hell do you think you are?”
“The woman who’s known him her entire life.”
Her mouth forms an O.
“If I’m a hayseed, so is he, cher. Word of wisdom. The man likes a chase.” I give her a slow perusal. “Easy is quickly conquered, discarded, and forgotten.”
“Bitch,” she hisses.
“The head one. And don’t you forget it. I think I’ll find my own way from here.” I spin on my heel, and applause comes from further up the hallway. A curvy, brown-skinned woman with curly brown hair and blonde highlights steps out from an alcove.
“That’s exactly how you handle a biker bunny.
She makes a shooing motion. “As you were, Hailey. The O.G. Nomad first ladies are talking.”
Growling, Hailey spins on her heels, clicking away on her slender four-inch stems.
“I’m Jess. War’s wife and old lady.”
I stare at her, wide-eyed and open-mouthed.
She giggles. “I get that reaction a lot.”
“I’m sorry.” I cover my mouth.
“It’s alright. He’s a scary motherfucker, and he’s all mine.” The depths of her feelings for the terrifying man are at odds with the impressions I’ve gotten off him. Maybe I’m misreading him? Or he knows you fucked over his president.
“Seems you’re a little scary yourself,” I add.
“Of course I am. I’m southern.” She grins, and I laugh.
“Well, bless your heart.” I place a hand on my heart.
“Oh, we’re going to be great friends. You’ll love Blanche, too. We grew up together in Tennessee.”
“Oh. I’ve been rude. I’m Ro.” I hold out my hand.
“I know. You’re the new mystery woman who showed up with the untouchable hottie.”
“Untouchable?”
“He’s the king of flirting, one-night stands, and thank you ma’ams, I thought he’d be one of the professional bachelor types.”
“Wait. So, he hasn’t dated seriously?” The words are out before I can stop them.
“Not that we saw. Then again.” She hooks her arm in mine. “You appeared out of nowhere. Now I want all the tea.”
“Not much to share. We were childhood sweethearts who reconnected recently. I remained close with his sister, so we’ve been in each other's orbits for a while.” I tell her the story I wish were true.
Entering the crowded room is less intimidating with a potential new friend.
People stand in small clusters. It’s not boys versus girls like in a sixth-grade dance, but I can see the natural division.
There are twice as many men as there are females, but I can tell the difference between the old ladies and the biker bunnies.
It’s in the way the brothers interact, the style of clothing they wear, and the female deference.
It’s an intricate ecosystem. I greet the other old ladies at the table.
“Ladies this is Gambit’s girl, Ro. Ro these are the old ladies, Blue here is with Shadow, tall red haired and laughing with his best friend over there, Skull. Nevada is with that scary one with the beard, Wizard,” She points out their men, and I struggle to keep track of names and connections.
“Nice to meet you.” I wave as I take a seat. Sitting with them has put up an unspoken barrier between me and the biker bunnies eyeing me unkindly.
“Looks like they’re testing you already.” Blue, the thick-haired woman with large brown eyes, glances over my shoulder. I turn and freeze at the sight of Hailey draped over Gambit while he plays a game of cards. I grind my teeth at the way he’s tolerating her touch.
“It’s your job to handle her, not his,” Ruth says.
I study the spicy redhead with piercing eyes. “What do you mean?”
“If he handled it, they’d think you were weak, and the disrespect would continue,” Ruth explains.
I wrinkle my nose. “So, I’m meant to fight for what’s supposed to be rightfully mine.”
Nev shakes her head, sending glossy brown hair swishing around her oval-shaped face with delicate features.
“No. You stake your claim, and it’ll stop,” Nev says.
“Thoroughly,” Jess adds.
He wants me to play by his rules. That means listening to the Kings of Chaos’s royal female court. I hold up a hand. “Say less, ladies.”
Channeling the anger and frustration from the past twenty-four hours, I lock on the flirty blonde.
Stalking forward, I grab a handful of her tresses and yank.
Screaming, she reaches up, digging her claws into my flesh.
I ignore the pain, pulling her away from the table.
A hand of her hair separates, revealing tracks. I toss them onto the ground beside her.
“Sorry. You were in my spot.”
Wolf whistles and hoots fill the space. Gambit tilts his head back.
“Alright, slugger. I fold. I have business to attend.” Tossing his cards onto the table, he stands.
Scooping me up around the waist, he puts me over his shoulder and slaps my ass.
Whether I’m in for a punishment or a reward, I don’t know.
My stomach flips as I brace myself against his back.
“Go get him, Louisiana,” Jess calls.
Playing up the act, I wink and cup his firm ass. He pinches mine, and I yelp. The further we get from the others, the more my anxiety grows. Have I overstepped the fragile boundaries he set?
Adjusting me on his shoulder, he unlocks the door, shouldering it open, and flipping on the light. It’s a dorm room for an adult. An extra-long twin with black bedding takes up the center of the room, with a small nightstand with a lamp beside it.
Across the room, I see a small bathroom with a shower and a toilet. Walking across the floor, he tosses me onto the bed. Bouncing, I settle and crawl back, pressing my back to the headboard.
“Cute stunt.” Gambit smirks.
Crossing my ankles, I keep my muscles relaxed. I won’t let him see how much I actually care. “The girls told me I needed to stake my claim.”
His nostrils flare. “So, you’ll fight to save face, but not to keep me in real life?” He shakes his head.
“I never said that.” Is he determined to always think the worst of me?
“No. But it’s what you did, isn’t it? Let the others get in your head?”
I look away, unwilling to answer.
“Or was that how you truly felt?” He kneels on the bed beside me. “No words for me, Ro?” His hands grip my thighs. I gasp, looking up at him, shocked. His touch is electric. “You seem to like my touch now.”
“Gambit.” I pause unsure how to handle him.
“The attraction was real. I can feel that.” He squeezes, massaging my sore muscles as he slowly works his hands up. I quiver as he reaches my inner thighs. “Still so responsive.” He clicks his tongue.
“W- what are you going to do?” I rasp.
“All you have to do is tell me to stop, and I will.”
He’s a bastard for putting the choice in my hands. This moment is all I’ve wanted for years. His husky voice is a silken caress I want more of.
“Why?”
“Because I’m determined to get you out of my system, Rowan.”
“I’m still there?” I ask, awed by the admission.
His brows dip. “Not for long.” He shoved my thighs apart, crawling between them. Pinning me down with his upper body, he buries his face in my crotch and inhales deeply. “Fuck. I can smell that needy cunt through your jeans.”
Hissing, I rock toward him. His chuckle is pure sin. Burrowing against me, his nose presses the seam of my pants against my swollen clit.
“Gambit.” Reaching down, I twine my fingers in his soft strands. Growling in the back of his throat, he continues to push me closer to the edge without touching me flesh to flesh.
Soaking through my panties and the pants, I feel his hot breath on my core.
My back arches, and my lips part. Small puffs of air escape my trembling lips as the walls of my pussy flex.
He presses his hot tongue against my material-covered core.
The heat and moisture topple me like the top card in the tower. It’s a completely dismantling moment.
Throwing my head back, I thrust up against him, screaming as I ride the wave, drowning in the sensation of Benoit Le Blanche giving me pleasure once more. Panting, I collapse back onto the bed.
Gambit drops himself up on an elbow and licks his lips. “How can you still taste this damned good?”
I shake my head, unable to answer.
“Do you still like to give as good as you get?”
“Yes.” Mouthwatering, I nod.
“Think you can still take me?” He trails his fingers up and down my neck, traversing the path his cock will soon occupy.
I’ll relearn how to deep throat on the fly, or choke. There’s no way I’m missing out on this.
“Remember I’m in charge.”
Climbing off the bed, he unzips his pants, and his cock springs free.
The nine-inch monster has a mushroom-shaped head, leaking at the tip.
“Lay back and bring those pretty lips over to me.” Palming his dick, he strokes the length.
I hang over the edge of the bed and reach out. He shakes his head. “No hands.”
Lowering my arms, I grip the sheets and tilt my head. He paints my lips with his tip. The salty musky flavor coats my lips. Hungry for more, I stick out my tongue. He rubs the tip back and forth. Relaxing my jaw, I take him deeper. Surrounded by him, I gag as he goes deeper.
“Should I stop?”
“Uh uh.” I plead with my eyes. I want every part of him I can have. Making room, I fight the urge to cough. Curling my tongue around him, I catch onto his rhythm.
Eyes watering, I hum, hollowing my cheeks. His hips snap forward, and I take everything he has to give as he fucks my throat. The rough play makes my body hum with pleasure. A hazy calm washes over me. My attention narrows to the russet-haired man.
Sweat coats his skin, turning him into a bronze god. Lids lowered, and mouth parted, he breaths hard. Leaning forward, he wraps a hand around my throat. “Look at that fucking bulge.”
I whimper, breathing through my nose as he speeds up, taping the back of my throat.
“I’m going to come. You'd better drink down every drop.”
“Uh huh,” I agree.
Driving home one final time, he explodes down my throat. I gag, choking it down as he pulls free. He watches me and smirks. “Such a fucking good girl.”
My ovaries damn near explode, and I know I’m in deep trouble. “Let’s get showered and call it a night. I think we both need the rest.” His retreat leaves me cold, but the high he took me to is a siren call I won’t bother trying to resist.