6. Chapter Four
Chapter Four
Ginger
I’d been with the Dark Wrath MC for the last five days. They’d tested me every chance they got, and a weaker woman wouldn’t have made it. As much as I hated my past, it had made me stronger than the average person. Anyone else would have gone insane, or possibly ended their lives. Instead, I’d stayed alive and escaped the first chance I had, and not once had I looked back. But how long would it last if I didn’t win over Houston and Vegas? Neither man made it a secret they didn’t like me.
Sure, Houston had fucked me the first day I’d been here. Even Vegas had taken a turn at one point. It seemed to have been an initiation of some sort, with every member of the club, including the prospects, doing whatever they wanted to me. The other girls had given me a wide berth until yesterday. KiKi and Melody had both spoken to me, and even welcomed me to the Dark Wrath.
I thought back to a few nights ago when Bronx and Reno had carried me upstairs. Nothing had happened between us. They’d merely held me while I slept, and I couldn’t remember a time I’d ever felt more rested. No one had been that sweet to me before. I also remembered how observant they’d been. No one else seemed to realize I faked it, for the most part. Houston had given me an orgasm that first night, and so had the prospect who’d prepped me. Since then, I’d had two more orgasms on different nights. For the most part, the men didn’t care if the women got off. We could fake it and they’d be happy.
I’d learned the women prepped themselves before leaving their room. So my first morning, I’d taken a shower then lubed myself. Sasha had stopped me in passing later in the day and told me where they hid lube in the bathroom. It seemed they reapplied every other hour, unless the men bothered to give them orgasms.
The music pounded so loud I felt the vibration under my feet. Smoke filled the room, and I scanned the space, trying to find someone to entertain. KiKi and Melody had already found someone. Sasha was doing her best to lure Bronx upstairs. The only one who’d gone to his room, other than my two times up there, was KiKi. And I knew they weren’t having sex with her. Poor Sasha would have to give up and find other prey.
I swallowed hard when I realized Vegas and Houston were seated nearby, and neither had been with a woman yet tonight. I’d be lying if I said Vegas didn’t scare the piss out of me. Something about him made me feel like the frightened girl I’d once been. All my past nightmares rose to the surface whenever I got close to him. Not that he’d fucked me since that first night.
I tipped my chin up and faked being brave as I sauntered over to Houston and Vegas. Neither one even glanced at me. I shifted on my heels and struggled not to wring my hands or run off. The other girls had been with them, and I’d known my time would come. I didn’t count that first night. Neither man had really seemed present when they’d been inside me. I could have been a blow up doll for all the enthusiasm they showed.
“What the fuck do you want?” Houston asked. The iciness of his gaze settled on me and I nearly bolted from the room.
“I just… I thought…” I bit my lip and looked from him to the others in the room.
“Sorry. Not my type,” Houston said. “But the Pres here is awfully tense. Why don’t you drop to your knees and give him a little stress relief?”
I swallowed hard and moved closer to Vegas. I felt like prey as he watched me. Sinking to my knees in front of him, I reached for his belt. The other men in the club always tried to make it fun for the girls. Well, the other three women, at any rate. It seemed I wasn’t considered part of the club yet. The men took pleasure in reminding me I hadn’t earned my spot, which meant they didn’t care if I enjoyed being with them or not. But Vegas was different. There didn’t seem to be any emotion in him at all, except anger.
His cock wasn’t even hard. I stared, not sure what I should do next. I gripped him and gave him a few strokes, only to freeze when I felt the rumble of his laughter.
“Isn’t she cute? Little mouse thinks I could ever get hard for the likes of her.”
Right. I stood and backed away. Never forget, Ginger. You’re trash. You’ll always be trash.
I fled the room, hurrying down the hall to the bathroom. I burst through the door, fighting to hold back the tears. Gripping the sink, I stared at my reflection. The club offered safety. Guaranteed meals. I’d be stupid to leave. I couldn’t let Vegas and Houston get to me. I didn’t know why they disliked me so much. Since the moment I walked through their doors, they’d treated me like dirt.
I heard the door creak as someone entered the bathroom. Reno’s reflection filled the mirror as he settled his hands on my waist. Bronx gripped my chin and forced me to look at him.
“You okay, Ginger?” Bronx asked.
“Yeah.” I nodded. “I’m great. Just… needed a minute.”
“Why don’t you come upstairs with us?” Reno asked.
I shook my head. “No. I don’t want KiKi to think I’m trying to take her place. It wouldn’t be fair to her.”
Reno hugged me to him and Bronx kissed my forehead. A throat cleared and I jerked my head toward the doorway. KiKi stood there, a smile on her face, and looking as beautiful as ever. I didn’t know why anyone would want me with her as an option. I felt like the ugly duckling. Didn’t matter the two men holding me wouldn’t take things any further. I still felt like I was encroaching on her territory.
“Ginger, I’m okay with the guys spending time with you. Don’t feel like you’re taking anything from me. You’re not.” She looked over my head at Reno. “Take care of her. I don’t know what’s up with Vegas and Houston, but I’ve never seen them so cold toward a woman. I don’t like it.”
“We’ve got her,” Bronx said. “Go see if you can’t make those two loosen the fuck up.”
“Might be time to add another girl to the stable,” KiKi said. “If Vegas and Houston are bored with us, they may need something new and shiny to hold their attention. It seems neither of them are into Ginger, and they seldom touch the rest of us either.”
“I’ll take it to the club,” Bronx said.
Reno lifted me into his arms and carried me from the bathroom. “Come on, sweetheart. Let’s get you upstairs.”
Bronx followed behind us, reaching out to tug on my hair. It wasn’t fair these two were so into each other and didn’t have space for anyone else. They were amazing. Some woman would be seriously lucky to be called theirs.
Normally, they’d have a hot bath waiting for me, and I’d listen to music and soak while they enjoyed some time alone. Tonight, they laid me in the middle of the bed before shutting and locking the door. Both men shrugged out of their cuts and removed their shirts. Reno pulled off his boots and unzipped his pants, his gaze locked on me the entire time. My heart fluttered in my chest and my mouth went dry as both men stripped down to their skin.
“Reno, what’s… what’s going on?” I asked.
They got into bed on either side of me, sandwiching me between them. The heat of their skin made me feel safe and warm. The tears I’d held back before threatened to slip down my cheeks. I could handle a lot of things, but kindness wasn’t one of them. The gentle way they touched me, the soft kisses they sprinkled on my cheeks, shoulders, and even my neck, all made the wall around my heart start to crumble.
“Reno.” My voice broke, and I clenched my teeth.
“You’ve never had someone treat you like more than a whore, have you?” Bronx asked.
“It’s what I am,” I reminded him. “I’m here to serve the club.”
Bronx
“We’ve been watching you,” Reno said. “We know you fake it. You don’t like their hands on you. Don’t enjoy sucking their cocks. Why stay, Ginger?”
“There’s nowhere else to go,” she said softly.
I ran my fingers along the scar on her belly. “You ready to talk about this yet?”
Ginger shook her head. Stubborn girl. Didn’t she know we wanted to keep her safe? Not only from our brothers here at the club, but from anyone who would dare harm her. I didn’t know what she’d been through, but there was still a sweetness to her, and I hoped she never lost it. I also knew if she stayed here, she’d eventually break. I didn’t think I wanted to be around to see it happen.
“For now, whenever you leave your room, you find one of us,” I said. Vegas would pitch a fucking fit, but I didn’t care. I was tired of watching them hurt her. If not physically, then verbally. It needed to stop. “The club has some guests arriving over the next few days. Vegas has a few deals going. He’ll be offering up the girls to anyone who wants a little fun.”
“It’s my job,” she said.
“The men who are coming aren’t like us.” I tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. “They won’t care if they hurt you. I know you girls have always been told you can say no if something hurts, but this time will be different. Vegas wants these guys to have whatever they want.”
“Is that why you’re naked in the bed with me?” she asked.
She must not have realized we were naked the last time we were in bed with her, too. Although, all any of us did that night was sleep. The fact she hadn’t woken until the next morning had told me plenty. I’d tried to keep an eye on her since then, but I couldn’t keep carrying her off to my room. While she’d been wrong about KiKi being jealous of or hating her, I knew Vegas and Houston would have an issue with it. Not because they liked her or wanted her for themselves. No, it was simply because they saw her as something the club owned, so they wouldn’t like me playing favorites with her.
She’d been right. That’s exactly what I was doing.
“We both like women,” I said. Something told me she wasn’t aware of that. I’d thought we’d brought it up before, but maybe we hadn’t. Either way, she seemed really confused about why we’d gotten into bed with her. “Even though we haven’t had a relationship with anyone other than the two of us in a while, we thought tonight we’d see if we could give you a night where you didn’t have to fake your pleasure.”
“You mean, the two of you are going to… with… me?” Ginger asked.
Reno nodded. “Yeah, sweetheart. Anyone ever made you come before?”
She hesitated a moment. “A few times. Even though it hurt when Houston made me prove myself to him, he still made me come. When he had the prospect get me ready, I came then too. Since then, it’s only happened a few times.”
I wanted to kick all my brothers’ asses for being insensitive jerks. If they were going to use these women, the least they could do was make sure the girls enjoyed it. What the fuck was wrong with them? Even before Reno and I had gotten together, I’d never once fucked a club whore without making her come.
“Will you let us make you feel good?” I asked. If she said no, I wouldn’t push her. After all, I’d brought her here to undo the damage from Houston and Vegas. Last thing she needed was another man taking something from her. This time, we’d make sure she came so much she soaked the sheets with her release.
Ginger opened her mouth to respond, but a fist pounding on their door kept her quiet. I narrowed my gaze and wondered who was on the other side. Didn’t matter. I was fucking pissed they were interrupting us.
“What the hell do you want?” I yelled out. “I’m a little busy.”
I heard a snort, and then Houston entered the room. “She’s needed downstairs.”
“Why can’t the other girls handle it?” I asked.
“Our guests came early and they’ve requested a redhead. Vegas said to send Ginger down. Now.”
I growled and wanted to punch the VP in the face. I couldn’t remember a time he’d ever made me this angry. Why did it seem like they were picking on Ginger? She'd already passed the trial of being fucked by everyone in the club. Why did they keep pushing her?
“Really? Because your timing fucking sucks.” I motioned to the three of us in bed. “In case you missed it, we’re busy.”
“Everyone knows you preferred KiKi until the little mouse joined us. Take her tonight instead.” Houston folded his arms. “Ginger, get your ass out of that bed.”
She scrambled out from under the covers and hastened to comply. I wanted to reach out and yank her back down. I could see the tension in Reno’s jaw and knew he felt the same. Hell, his hands twitched as if he might very well reach out and grab her. I knew I wanted to.
“This is fucking bullshit, Houston, and you know it! Our guests could have waited, or made do with the other girls. Hell, you could have borrowed a few from another club, or bought some from a local pimp.” I tossed off the covers and pulled my underwear back on, then my jeans. Reno did the same. “If anyone else in the club had run off with Ginger tonight, would you have tracked her down and removed her from their room?”
Houston’s eyebrows shot up. “Do you think I’m singling the two of you out for some reason? Because that’s fucking bullshit. Vegas needs Ginger to entertain the men downstairs. It’s as simple as that. Wouldn’t matter who was fucking her. Now if I’d walked in and found you balls deep inside her, I’d have at least let you finish first. But that wasn’t the case.”
“Fine. Take her.” As they turned to leave, I couldn’t hold back. I reached for Ginger, yanking her against my chest. I kissed her forehead, and then Reno did the same. When we let her go, she looked like she might cry. It broke my fucking heart.
Houston shut the door behind them and Reno put his arm around my waist. “I don’t like this. Not even a little.”
“Me neither, but what the fuck are we supposed to do? We can’t fight the Pres and VP for her.”
“Maybe we should finish dressing and go downstairs? Even if we can’t save her tonight, and have her to ourselves, we can at least keep an eye on her. Something feels off about all this. Why are they here early, and arriving unannounced?”
I nodded. He wasn’t wrong. The men Vegas wanted to do business with prided themselves on following a certain set of rules. Until now, they’d never been discourteous to the club. So what was really going on? And why did they want a redhead all of a sudden?
“Come on. I have a feeling our girl needs us.” We put on our boots and cuts, and went downstairs. I only hoped tonight was bad enough that I started a war, because the first time one of those fuckers hurt Ginger, I was going to lose my shit.