Chapter Thirteen
I drank way too much last night. I knew it the moment I woke up.
My head hurts. My mouth tasted like ass. I felt like there was cotton growing on my teeth. I was disgusted with myself.
Especially because I remember waking up at two in the morning and throwing up the contents of my stomach. Gunner was at my side holding my hair back, which only made me feel worse.
I threw myself at him. I let myself be vulnerable, and he turned me down. I don’t know why drunk me thought it was a good idea, but she is an idiot. I hope she rots in hell because I don’t plan to ever drink again.
Drunk me does stupid things.
That’s why I’m sitting here with Kelly while Gunner, Smoke, Tank, and some guy from another chapter play euchre. They tried teaching me, but I couldn’t grasp it, not while my brain tries to beat its way out of my skull. Kelly said she’s been learning on and off for years, but she hasn’t gotten much better at it either. So we let the boys play.
“You’re being quiet tonight. Everything okay?” Kelly keeps her voice low, her eyes on the boys.
“I mean other than the fact that I made a fool of myself last night?”
She shakes her head. “No way. I’ve seen club girls do way worse.”
“What is a club girl anyway?” I ask, changing the subject.
“So the MC is a band of brothers. They have their own shit they do, but one of the things the brothers have are women who hang around. They throw themselves at the brothers. Most of them think that they can catch the eye of a brother and become an old lady, but it doesn’t usually happen. It’s never happened in this chapter. So instead, we get new girls filtering in and out at the clubhouse as they service the men. Sometimes they do other things too, like cleaning and laundry. It all depends really.” She glances over at me. “You aren’t a club girl. Trust me.”
I nod. “Well, I don’t want anyone’s attention, so there’s that.”
She gives me a knowing smile. “Oh, I think there is one brother you wouldn’t mind being an old lady to.”
“What even is an old lady?”
“Me.” She laughs. “Basically like the wife of a biker. It’s when a biker commits to one woman and marks her as his. That’s why I wear this.”
She pulls on her cut. I noticed it the first night. It says Property of Smoke on the back.
“I don’t want that. I only want to work and be with my family.”
“I’m sure that’s true too. You like Gunner. It’s okay to admit it. He’s a good guy, even if I never thought I’d see the day a girl would catch his attention. I mean, he’s slept with club girls, but he was adamant that women were the devil. I guess he had some shitty examples before I came into the picture.”
“Well, he thinks I’m nothing but trouble. I don’t think there is anything that’s going to happen there.”
He said if I still wanted him today he would do something about it, but I don’t think he will go through with it. Hell, I don’t even know if I want him.
She shrugs. “Maybe, but his eyes have been on you all night. The whole weekend, really. Shit, you guys were all over each other last night. I know he doesn’t go out with the guys much anymore, and when we have a party at the clubhouse, he turns in early. I also know that when he has late-night runs, he tells Smoke he needs to be back in time to open the shop early. He never cared about that much before, but he does now. You know why?”
I get where she is going with this. He has been there every single morning I show up. The shop has never once been closed to me. I thought he liked to get to work early too. That’s not what she is saying, though.
“He does it for me?”
“Ding. Ding. Ding. We have a winner. I mean, he used to go in early, but not every single day. He has even turned down a few overnight runs because he couldn’t get back in time to open up. He’s sent someone in his place. Smoke’s noticed too. I think he has a crush on you, girl.”
“Then why did he turn me down last night?” I pout.
“You were drinking. You are nineteen, and he’s thirty. There are some murky lines there. He probably wants you to be absolutely sure about it if you go there. If there is any doubt, he doesn’t want it to come the next morning. He would never forgive himself. He acts tough, but Gunner has his own set of morals.”
I look back to the man in question. He is already looking at me, though. He places a card down on the table, but his eyes are on me.
“So you think I should try again sober?” I ask her.
“Girl, the way he is looking at you right now?” She laughs. “I think you should get tired real quick so you can get back to your room.”
Faking a yawn, I watch as Gunner’s jaw clenches.
“Brothers, I think my ward is tired. I’m going to take her to her room.”
The guys all pick on him, but I smile when he walks over to me, holding his hand out for me. I take it, letting him pull me up. Kelly winks at me as he leads me inside the house. When we get to the room, he closes the door behind him. Then he leans against it.
“I’m sober now,” I tell him.
“So you are.”
Taking a deep breath, I go for it.
“Gunner, I still want you. I want you to fuck me.” My breathing picks up as the words leave my mouth.
“Are you absolutely sure? We have to work together. There’s no room for regrets.” He offers me an out.
Moving closer to him, I put my shaky hands on his chest. “My only regret will be if we don’t do this.”
His hands come up to cup my face. “I’m not the soft kind. I’m going to be demanding and toss you around to get you where I want you.”
“I’m not delicate, Gunner.”
He smirks. “You’ll regret saying that.”
The next thing I know, his lips are on mine.
Kissing Gunner is like getting a breath of fresh air after being locked in a closet. My lungs fill with it, making my chest feel like it can fly. Gunner kisses me deeply, flipping me so my back is against the door.
His hands work quickly to strip me of my clothes while he begins to kiss a trail down my face to my neck. My body shivers at the feel of his lips against my skin. I’ve never been so turned on in my life.
I was right about Gunner. He knows what he is doing. Within minutes I am standing there naked and shaking with anticipation.
He steps back from me, taking my body in.
“Turn for me,” he demands.
“Or what?”
“Don’t do it and find out. Really, I’m begging you to.”
Deciding I’m not ready to see what he means by that, I spin in a circle.
“Too bad. I’d love to paint that ass red. Get on your knees, Trouble.”
Falling to my knees, I look up at him.
“Hands behind the back. You don’t touch me unless I tell you to. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir,” I manage to breathe out.
“Daddy. You call me daddy.”
My pussy throbs at his words. I thought he was kidding about that, but I guess that’s what we are doing now. It’s not as weird as I imagined.
“Yes, daddy,” I say, loving the way his eyes darken.
“That’s a good girl. Be a real good girl and suck daddy’s cock real well and I’ll make you come.” He reaches out to cup my cheek.
The praise has my body humming with energy. I never thought I would like all the dirty talk, but it turns out I’m into it. Him calling me a good girl is an aphrodisiac. I think I could come on his words alone.
I open my mouth for him, waiting for him to slide his cock in. He waits several moments before undoing his pants and letting them fall to the floor. His boxers come next. Then he steps out of them and closer to me. I can see the tip of his cock already glistening. When it touches my lips, I lick at it like an excited puppy.
He grips my hair, halting me. “Daddy didn’t give you permission, brat. Wait for instruction.”
I stop licking and start panting instead. My nipples are aching. This is hot as hell. I hate dominating Gunner at work, but in the bedroom? I want him to take it all over and tell me what to do. I think I might even need it.
“Slide me down your throat.” He presses forward.
I do as he asks, taking him until I gag. We continue this pace until he’s worked his way into my throat. Slowly, he starts to fuck my throat without abandon. I look up at him, meeting his eyes as tears fill mine from the lack of air.
He grunts as he buries himself into my throat, his cum coating the back of it. Black starts to take over my vision from the lack of air. Before I can completely black out, though, he pulls out, dropping to the floor to kiss all over my face.
“My good girl. You did so well. Took daddy’s cock fuckin’ perfectly. My good little brat. Daddy is going to make you feel so good now.”
My body leans toward his, wanting what he is promising.
He picks me up, taking me to the bed. Laying me on my back, he steps between my legs. “So wet already. Look at you shining for daddy. You like sucking daddy’s cock?”
“Yes, daddy,” I tell him.
It’s the truth too. Sucking his cock is the most erotic thing I’ve ever done. Maybe it was the way he fucked my face, but it has me nearly ready to burst.
Gunner drops to his knees between my legs, his shirt and cut still on. Somehow that only makes him sexier. Then he leans forward and licks my pussy. I jump at the contact, but his hand comes to my stomach, holding me in place.
“Gunner,” I moan out as he sets a relentless pace on my pussy.
When he adds three fingers in one go to my pussy, I come undone. I can feel the liquid squirting from me as he laps up every drop.
“A squirter? You’re a fucking unicorn, Sloane. You like cars, you squirt, and you suck cock like a porn star. What other secret talents do you have?” he teases as he pulls a condom out of his pocket. I watch as he slips it onto his dick.
“Only time will tell,” I sass with a panted breath.
He laughs, positioning himself at my entrance.
“Don’t worry, baby. I’m going to fuck you so hard you pass out. Hope you’re ready for it.”
He doesn’t wait for me to respond, sliding inside of me. My body reacts, clenching around him in an aftershock. My body is primed and ready to roll right into another orgasm, which he takes advantage of. He thrusts against me harder, his hand coming up to my throat.
“Give me another orgasm, Trouble. You know you want to.” He tries to coax me.
I want to respond, but his hand tightens on my throat instead.
“Fuck, you look good with my hand around your neck. Maybe I should get you a collar. Would you like that? To be marked by me?”
I would. I really fucking would.
“That’s it, baby,” he tells me as I clench around him. “Come for me. Daddy’s got you.”
My body convulses against him, my vision growing dark once again. He continues to hold on, talking me through my orgasm.
“You’re doing so good, Sloane. You look so beautiful coming for me. That’s it, keep clenching against me. Milk that cum from my body. Take it all,” he grunts as he starts to come himself.
I’m damn near passed out from a lack of oxygen when he finally lets go. It causes another orgasm to trigger, making me see stars.
When I finally come down, he is cleaning me up with a washcloth. He tosses it to the floor, moving in next to me, pulling my body into his.
“Shh. Go to sleep, Trouble.”
And like the good girl I am, I listen to him, falling into a deep, peaceful sleep.
I feel weird.
Maybe weird isn’t the right word.
I’ve been laying here an hour while Sloane sleeps on me. We need to get up and get ready to go, but I like how peaceful she looks right now. All the worries of the world are gone from her. She looks relaxed.
Fucking her last night was a terrible idea, but I won’t regret it. The image of her on her knees for me will be stuck in my head for the rest of my life. I’ll still be wanking to it when I’m on my deathbed.
Then there’s the way she readily called me daddy and let me own her body as if it had been mine all along.
I was worried Sloane was too young, but now I’m thinking maybe she was made for me. Maybe she has been searching for me all along.
Still, the idea of giving myself to another woman doesn’t sit quite right with me. That familiar fear of being betrayed hovers at the back of my mind.
I should be the one sneaking out of bed to get out of here or even waking her up for another fuck before sending her on her way.
Instead, I’m being a pussy sitting here wondering what I’m going to do now.
I can’t just toss her aside. Even if I wanted to, which I don’t, Smoke wouldn’t let me.
So where does that leave us?
She starts to stir, telling me my time is up.
“You’re being creepy, old man,” her sleepy voice says as she peeks an eye open.
“Who are you calling old man? Seems this old man wore your young ass out last night,” I tell her, leaning down to nip her neck.
She giggles but stiffens when someone pounds on the door.
“Leaving in twenty. Get your ass up!” Tank yells from the other side.
Looking down at Sloane, all the joy from before has been replaced. She looks scared now. Like she doesn’t know what to do.
“Let’s get dressed. Do you need long to pack?”
She shakes her head, scurrying into the bathroom.
Sighing, I get out of bed. I get changed and grab my shit before waiting for Sloane to hurry her ass up. She finally steps from the bathroom. I slip inside, taking a piss before coming out to find her gone. I want to scream at her, but I don’t. Instead, I go looking for her. I find her standing by my bike talking with Kelly.
“Ready to go?” I call out to Smoke.
“Yep, let’s head out.”
I help Sloane get her helmet on, then settle on the bike.
The drive home seems shorter somehow. Maybe because I was savoring the feel of Sloane at my back. I spent the entire drive hard because I couldn’t forget how warm and wet she was last night. The sound of her moans was my music, making the miles fly by.
By the time we pull up in front of her house, I’m horny as fuck.
When she climbs off, she turns and hands me my helmet.
“Thanks,” she mutters awkwardly.
I grab her arm before she can move off. Then I stand from my bike to tower over her.
“Tell me the truth. Do you regret it?” I ask.
“What? No. Do you?” She looks down as she returns the question.
I cup her cheek, pulling her face up to mine. “I don’t regret last night, Sloane.”
“I don’t either.”
“Good. Now I need to know, was it a one-time thing? What happens in Hot Springs stays there?”
She pulls back from me, those hands going on her hips. “Is that the kind of girl you take me for? The kind that would fuck some dude then move on?”
My lips twitch with the need to smile at her. She is sexy as hell when she is being bratty.
“I don’t know, Sloane. Are you? Now that you’ve had my cock, are you dying to go find another?”
“Oh, fuck you, Gunner. You don’t get to pull that shit with me. If there is a whore here, it would be you. I don’t sleep around.” She crosses her arms over her chest, drawing my attention to her tits.
“You think I sleep around? Tell me, Trouble, how many girls have you seen me around?”
“None, but that doesn’t mean anything. You could have some at the clubhouse. I’ve never been there.”
“If you wanted to come, all you had to do was ask. I can take you there right now. Is that what you want?” I spit back at her.
“No. I didn’t say that. I said that you could have girls there.” She steps into my space, pushing me a little.
“I don’t have any girls there. Would it make you jealous if I did?”
She huffs out a breath. “No. Would you be jealous if some guy was hanging around me?”
“Fuck yes. I’d likely kill the fucker.”
Her mouth drops open. “So you want me then?”
“I never fucking said that,” I grunt, pulling her into my body.
She smiles up at me. “It kind of feels like you did. Do you want to sleep together more?”
“I would like that, yes, but that means you can’t fuck no one else. Only me.” I lean in, sucking on her neck.
She moans against me. “Fine, but that means I get to scratch a bitch’s eyes out if she comes at you.”
I smile against her skin. “I would fucking love to see it. All that sass against someone else. My dick’s hard thinking about it.”
She laughs as I suck her skin into my mouth, leaving a mark against her pale skin.
“I want to come to the clubhouse,” she demands.
“Only if you ask nicely,” I joke, pulling back to look her in the face.
She bats her eyelashes up at me. “Please, daddy, will you take me to the clubhouse? I’ll be a very good girl.”
My dick twitches in my pants.
“Fuck, that’s hotter than it should be. You are such a little brat, but yes. I’ll take my good girl to the clubhouse. I want to fuck you against every surface in my room. I want my sheets to smell fruity like you, so when you aren’t with me, I can still jerk off to you.”
“You are so dirty.” She giggles.
“You love it.”
Leaning down, I kiss her deeply. When I pull back, she is panting and breathless.
“Go inside before I fuck you on my bike.”
“Yes, please,” she whispers.
I shake my head, smacking her ass. “Go. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Yes, daddy.”
She pecks me one more time, heading up to the porch.
On a whim, I call out to her. “Trouble.”
When she turns, I smirk at her. “This is going to be a lot of fun.”
She blushes before she opens her door, closing it behind her.
I’m going to hell, but it’s going to be worth whatever punishment the devil has for me.
She’s worth it.