Chapter Seventeen
“ S top fidgeting. What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” Gunner asks as we walk up to the clubhouse.
Lee is several steps ahead of us, walking into the clubhouse as if he’s been here before. Honestly, he might have been. He’s been working with Crow for two weeks now. Like he promised, Gunner makes sure he has a ride to whatever jobsite they are on. Then Crow drops him off every evening.
Whatever Lee is doing, it exhausts him. Sometimes he eats, but other times Crow gets him food on the way home. Then he goes straight to bed after a quick shower.
I want to complain, but he seems happier. He no longer comes home and seems sullen. He has purpose and seems to really enjoy the work they are doing.
Part of me is ashamed that they keep doing little things for him too. Like buying him food or giving him clothes. They think I don’t notice, but I recognized one of Lee’s shirts as one I have seen on Gunner before. It makes me feel like I’m not doing my job and taking care of him.
On the other hand, I’m grateful for them. They are taking him in as if he is one of their own. Kind of like how they took me in.
“Trouble, you are gonna have to talk to me.” Gunner pulls me to a stop, putting his hands on my shoulder.
“This is different than the biker rally, right? It feels different,” I whisper.
His face softens. “Yeah, Sloane. It’s different. You’re not here as a guest of the club or one of the employees. You are here as my girl.”
“Is that what I am?” I look up at him from under my eyelashes.
“I mean, that’s what we are working toward, right?” he asks.
“I don’t know. Are we?”
He shakes his head. “Such a brat. Yes. You’re my girl. Now let me go show you off.”
He threads his fingers through mine and pulls me inside. I expected a dirty, dingy place. Like a biker bar in one of the movies on TV. This place is not even close.
The main area is open like a bar room, but it’s painted a gray color, making it look lighter. It really brightens the place up. A large logo for the MC in that pretty green is mounted on the largest wall. All around it are pictures of the members.
A bar sits to the far right of the room. A woman stands behind it dressed in a cutoff top with Daisy Dukes. She winks at me when she sees me before going back to serving drinks.
Straight ahead are the doors that lead outside with a hallway leading off the room in both directions.
“This is the main gathering spot, but we spend a lot of time outside. I’ll give you the full tour later. If I get you anywhere near my room, I won’t let you back out,” Gunner whispers into my ear.
I smack him lightly as I let him lead me out the back door.
“Gunner, come man the grill before Bear fucks it up,” Smoke calls as soon as we step outside.
“You want to come?” he asks, but I shake my head.
“I’m going to catch up with Kelly.”
He kisses my temple. “I’ll be right here.”
Making my way to the firepit that isn’t even lit, I settle into the chair next to Kelly.
“This is Tamara. She’s Tank’s sister. And this is Sloane. She works at the shop as a mechanic, but our Gunner is sweet on her.” Kelly winks at me.
“Shut up,” I groan.
Tamara laughs. “I get it. Men are complicated.”
“Are you dating one?” I ask.
“Yeah right. Tank would kill anyone who would dare. No one is good enough for his baby sister. Instead, I’m stuck being his plus one. I think he only invites me to these things because he wants to keep an eye on me.” She rolls her eyes.
“Really? How old are you?”
“Seventeen. I can’t wait until I’m eighteen. Then I’ll be allowed to make my own decisions.”
I smile at her. “Lee is sixteen, but even if he was sixty, I’d still worry. Hate to break it to you, you won’t get rid of him that easily. Besides, it means he cares.”
She frowns. “I know. He brought me down here with him for a better life. I feel suffocated sometimes, though.”
Looking over at Lee, I wonder if he feels the same. As if sensing my thoughts, Kelly squeezes my hand.
“He knows you love him. He’s been doing good with the guys. They come here for lunch sometimes on the weekends,” she tells me.
Tamara nods. “Lee is amazing. Such a nice guy too. Always holds open the door when he sees me. The guys already treat him like a little brother.”
“Shouldn’t I be worried though? What if he wants to join when he’s old enough? Shouldn’t I want more for him? Don’t get me wrong, I love the guys, but he’s my brother…” I look back at them.
Tamara speaks first. “I don’t want to be told what to do. I want to be accepted for who I am. Tank can be overbearing sometimes, but I know he loves me the way I am. He would never try to change me.”
“Hey, I get it. I knew nothing about the club life when I met Smoke, but those men proved themselves to me on day one that I had nothing to worry about. Have they done something to make you feel unsafe?” Kelly asks.
I shake my head. “No, never. The guys are great.”
Kelly tilts her head as she studies me. “So then what’s so wrong about being a Saint’s Outlaw? They are good men. They take care of one another and their families as well. You are viewing this as an outsider, but you aren’t quite on the outside anymore either. Do you know any one of those brothers would take a bullet for you? Even before this thing with Gunner, they viewed you as one of them. Part of the family. Now Lee has that too. They will teach him to be a good man and follow the rules they set forth for themselves. Don’t you want that for him? For him to have somewhere to belong?”
I look down at my hands. They are right. I’ve been so blinded by the life I think he should have that I didn’t consider his desires in it. Maybe I need to take a step back. Look at the bigger picture.
“Thank you. I have a lot to think about. I think I’m going to check in on Gunner.”
Kelly nods while Tamara waves.
When I get to Gunner’s side, he pulls me in as he continues his conversation with Fox.
Before I know it, I’m drawn into the conversation about the best color for an old-school Plymouth Barracuda.
As I’m laughing, I realize Kelly is right. Reputation be damned, these guys are a family.
My family.
I used to make fun of Smoke for how obsessed he is with Kelly, but I get it now. I cannot get enough of Sloane. Even now, I want to pull her into a room and lock her up so she can’t do anything but give me attention.
I’m trying to be good, though. She’s talking with Kelly as they are cleaning up. I offered to help but was shooed away. I guess I cooked, so I don’t clean. I don’t see the big deal. I don’t like the idea of Sloane doing all the work. Not when we can both clean and get it done faster.
I might also really need to bury myself deep inside of her.
She bends over to pick up a plate that fell to the ground, her plump round ass sticking out for anyone to see.
It’s enough to make me snap.
“Watch the kid,” I bark at Crow.
He laughs as I get up, stalking toward Sloane. She squeals as I pick her up, tossing her over my shoulder.
“Kels.” I nod to Kelly before disappearing inside.
“What the hell, Gunner?” Sloane smacks my back.
I slap her ass in retaliation.
“Put me down. You are embarrassing me,” she hisses as I move through the very full main room to the hallway.
“Nope.” I keep one hand on her ass, rubbing it.
She digs her nails into my back under my cut and shirt, but it only has my dick twitching harder. If she’s not careful, I won’t make it to the room. He’s already weeping for her.
“Gunner, I swear to God.”
“Pierce,” I cut her off. “I want to hear you call out my real name.”
I open the door to my room before throwing her on the bed. Then I slam the door shut and lock it.
“Pierce.” She tests it out.
The sound of my name on her lips sends a shiver down my spine. My mother is the only one who ever used that name. Well, and Smoke when he wants me to take him seriously. I earned my road name at a very young age, and from that point on, my real name got lost.
Right now, though, I don’t want to hear anything else.
“Good girl,” I praise her.
“What are you going to do if I’m a bad girl?” She bites her lip.
She loves playing this cat-and-mouse game. I can’t say I hate it. Whenever she works me up, the release is all the better.
“We don’t have to find out. Strip, Trouble.”
She shakes her head no, but the smile on her face betrays her. She is anxious for it. She wants it.
Moving in on her, I start to strip her, pulling her shirt off.
“Bad girls get punished. You want to get punished, brat?”
“I don’t have to do what you say, daddy,” she pants out as I take her bra off.
I freeze, looking down at her. She wants to play, then we are going to play.
Pulling her jeans down, I leave her underwear in place. Once her jeans are on the floor, I reach up and pull on her underwear until there is pressure on her clit. She gasps as I rub it back and forth before I rip the material apart with my bare hands. Her eyes flare at the barbaric move.
I don’t even bother to pull the tattered pieces away. I leave them hanging at her hips.
“Only good girls get their pussies filled. Are you sure you want to be a brat?”
“Maybe I don’t want my pussy filled. Maybe I want you to fuck my mouth until I pass out. Then maybe I want you to keep fucking it until you come even though I’m not awake to swallow you.” Her breathing is labored now.
I think she truly wants what she says, and fuck me, does it sound tempting. Too bad for her, it won’t happen tonight.
“Bad girls don’t get what they want. On your stomach, now.”
She bites her lip. “No, daddy.”
Gripping her hips, I turn her over before smacking her ass. She moans on contact.
“Bad girl.” I tsk my tongue.
“What happens to bad girls?” she coos over her shoulder.
I grip her hair, pushing her face into the bed as I smack her ass twice more, my dick loving the way it turns red.
“They get punished. Stay still.”
I let her go, moving away to go to my dresser. Pulling out the lube, I set it on top before I strip myself naked. When I glance over my shoulder, I see her watching me.
“You can’t help yourself tonight, can you? You need daddy to whip that ass raw? You won’t be able to sit down for a week. Every time you do, you’ll think of me. You want that?”
“I want daddy to punish me,” she admits. “Fuck my throat. I want to taste you.”
I shake my head as my cock twitches. “I already told you that’s not going to happen.”
Moving back to her, I rub my dick up and down her ass before I slip inside her pussy. She moans, making me moan too.
When her hips can’t back up toward me, I smack her ass, loving the way she clenches around me.
Pinning her down as I am buried inside of her, I pause. Then I squirt the lube between her ass. She shivers at the cool feel of it. I hold myself inside her as I work one finger into her ass. She fucking loves it. She is squirming and clenching as I finger her ass.
I keep adding lube and fingers until I practically have my entire hand thrusting inside of her. It’s a slow process, but well worth it when I feel her come against my cock. I can feel her soak me with her pleasure.
That’s when I pull out and position myself at her ass.
“You asked what bad girls get. They get their ass fucked,” I whisper against the side of her face as my hands make their way into her hair.
“Pierce,” she moans, making me dick jerk against her.
“Shh. Daddy’s got you. Take your punishment like a good girl, brat.”
Then I thrust inside of her. She cries out in both pain and pleasure. I hold myself against her until she stops choking my dick like it’s her lifeline.
Then I start a steady pace. I’m already so close, but no matter how bratty she is, I won’t come before her. She is going to come with my cock in her ass, or I refuse to come.
“Fuck me, you take me so good, Trouble,” I groan.
Reaching one hand around her throat, I squeeze while the other slides down her front to press on her clit.
“Goddamn, you’re drenched. Do you love feeling me fuck your ass with my hand on your throat?”
My name is basically a chant on her lips as I fuck her hard. She takes every bit of it, her body limp in my arms. The only movement from her is coming from her ass contracting around me.
I feel her come once more as she rasps out my name one last time, and I empty myself inside of her, no longer able to hold on. Once I’ve caught my breath, I pull out of her slowly. Then I gather Sloane into my arms.
“Such a good girl,” I whisper against her as I walk into the bathroom.
I draw her a bath in the large tub Kelly insisted all the en suites have. I thought she was nuts, but having Sloane, I get it now.
Once it’s full, I lower us both into the water.
She falls asleep against me, but I don’t mind. I hold her until the water cools. Then I wash her quickly before carrying her to bed.
As I tuck her into my side, I realize that those three little words don’t scare me so much anymore.