Chapter 2
Ryder
If it wasn’t for the blood-stained sheets as proof, I’d be positive that I just dreamed about nailing Penny… Penny-fucking-Jenkins.
I was actually looking forward to using her all night and in every way I could. But those round little burn scars all over her ass and lower back deflated my dick faster than I got it up.
Shaking my head, I pull my shirt on and walk back into the bar. Grabbing a beer on my way in, I take a seat next to Maddox.
“That was quick.” He looks past me. “Where the hell is she? You had three guys in line after you.”
“I sent her off and forgave the debt.” I know he is going to be mad about it, but I don’t really care. He’ll get over it.
He slams his bottle onto the table. “What the fuck, Ryder? That was five grand!”
I shrug my shoulders. “I popped her cherry, though.”
“So? That will not bring our money back or keep the other guys happy.” He shakes his head and watches me take a long sip of my beer. “If you weren’t my VP, I would castrate you right now.”
“I don’t give a shit about the money. Don’t pretend that five grand is making a dent in our income.
If you’re so worried about it, take it out of my next cut.
This was personal. I got my revenge, and now I just want her out of my sight and as far away as possible.
” I look over at Maddox, my best friend, and the president of our MC.
“Don’t give me that look. I can’t deal with you right now.” I get up, almost punching the guy beside me just because I feel like it.
Storming outside, I forget momentarily that my bike is in the shop. I stomp to my truck, yanking the door open so hard that the door handle is at risk of coming off. What a shitty day.
I drive down the road, still trying to wrap my head around what just happened.
It doesn’t take me long before I see her, walking on the sidewalk in the middle of the night, with her childish purple backpack and her ridiculous pink sweater.
She looks more like a twelve-year-old child than a twenty-year-old woman.
I should let her walk home, she deserves it.
Just as much as she deserved me fucking her earlier.
Then the image of her scarred ivory skin invades my mind.
After what she did to me, I should have nothing but hate for her.
But thinking about the small burn scars so similar to my own stirs another unwanted feeling up in me.
Rolling my eyes at myself, I slow the truck and roll down the window.
“Get in,” I yell.
Shaking her head, she briefly looks over to me but doesn’t slow down. Matter of fact, she walks faster.
I speed up the truck and drive on the curb, angling it, so it’s blocking her way. “Get in!”
She hesitates for another moment, but then gets in the truck. She buckles up as I pull back onto the road. I smile at this minor triumph, liking the fact that she is obviously uncomfortable and unhappy.
“How is your pussy?”
She looks out the window, doing her best to ignore me.
“You need to scrub between your legs extra good tonight. You probably don’t know this, but cum dries funny.” I feel like a cat toying with a little mouse, and I’m enjoying it way too much. God, I’m a bastard. “Where do you need to go?”
“Just let me out here,” she says so quietly, I almost don’t catch it. “I’ll walk the rest of the way.”
I look around. There is nothing here besides some old industrial buildings.
“Don’t be ridiculous and tell me where you live, so I can get rid of you. We are nowhere near a residential area. Some psycho is going to skin you alive and leave you in a ditch. I don’t want the cops finding a body this close to the club. So, tell me.” I’m about to lose my patience.
“The women’s shelter.”
What. The. Fuck?
The women’s shelter? Last time I saw her, she was at the top of her class in some gifted private school, taking college-level algebra classes. I wondered what she was doing borrowing money from us, but I wasn’t interested enough to ask. I am now.
“Why are you living in a women’s shelter?”
“You must really be enjoying this.”
“More than you can ever imagine,” I say wholeheartedly. “This is like Christmas, birthday, and winning the lottery, combined in one day.”
“I was living with my boyfriend before. It didn’t work out. I left him but didn’t have any money and no place to go.”
This story is making less and less sense. Why didn’t she go home to her parents? And how was she living with a boyfriend and stayed a virgin?
“So, let’s recap. You lived with a guy, under one roof, who was your boyfriend. Who I’m assuming is not gay, but somehow you manage to not have sex at all? How?”
She goes quiet again, turning her head toward the window, so I can’t see her face.
I try to solve the puzzle presented to me.
I would never tell her, but Penny is a pretty girl.
She was pretty when she was fifteen, but now, she is smoking hot.
The guys are going to be mad as hell that I didn’t share her.
How in the world did a guy live with her and not fuck her senseless?
Then I remember the scars on her back, and the pieces slowly come together.
“Your ex couldn’t get his dick hard, so he beat you up and put cigarettes out on your skin to make himself feel like a real man?”
Her body slightly shifts, and a low sob comes from the passenger side. Great, now she is crying. Considering her reaction, I’m guessing I was spot on with my theory.
Taking my phone out, I turn on the navigation and search for the women’s shelter. It’s only ten minutes away. Ten more minutes, then I’ll have this mess out of my car and out of my life for good. But first things first. I pull into the twenty-four-hour drug store and park.
“Go in there and buy the morning-after pill. I want to see you take it.” When I fucked her without a condom, pregnancy was the furthest thing from my mind. All I heard was virgin, and my dick had to be inside of that.
She finally turns her head toward me. Looking pitiful with her red-rimmed eyes and tear-stained cheeks, she sniffs. “I don’t have any money.”
Of course, I shake my head before getting out of the truck and walking inside. The lady up front goes to the back and gets the pill for me. I grab a bottle of water while I wait.
“Your total comes to $48.59,” she says when she rings me up.
I look at the small package the cashier is stuffing into the plastic bag. “Fifty dollars for one pill? There better be a tiny Asian hooker inside.”
I throw a fifty-dollar bill down and grab the bag, not feeling like waiting on the change. Back in the car, I throw it in Penny’s lap before pulling out of the parking lot. Out of the corner of my eye, I watch her take the pill and down the water.
Seeing her throat move while drinking the water makes me realize how badly I want to shoot a load in her mouth. I don’t even turn the GPS back on. Instead, I drive my normal route back to my house.
I’m not sure if she doesn’t realize that we are going the wrong way or if she’s just too scared to say something. Either way, she keeps her mouth shut until I pull into my driveway.
“Where are we?”
“My house. You are going to stay here for a while and work off your debt.”
Her eyes go wide, and she clutches onto the backpack on her lap as if that is going to protect her from me. “You said you forgave my debt.”
“Well, I lied. You still owe me, and you are going to come with me to work it off.”
“You can’t do that!”
“What, lie? You better than anyone knows that lying is possible.” I can see her swallow hard at the reminder of what she did five years ago. “Matter of fact, I lied a total of three times to you tonight.”
“What were the other two lies?”
“That you will have to figure out on your own.”
The first time I lied was when I said I almost didn’t recognize her.
I knew in an instant who she was. She might be older and more mature now.
Her glasses are missing, and she’s had the gap between her two front teeth fixed, but the rest of her is the same.
Big brown eyes, too large for her face. A small snob nose that always reminded me of tinker bell and full lips that seem to be in a constant state of pouting.
The only thing I don’t recognize about her is how she’s acting. She used to never miss an opportunity for a witty remark, and she fought me tooth and nail on everything. The new Penny is kind of a pushover, and I don’t know yet which one I like better.
The second time I lied was when I told her I wouldn’t take care of my kid.
I’m not fond of the idea of having a little brat running around, but on the off chance that I’d get a girl pregnant, I would take care of the baby.
I grew up without parents and wouldn’t let my child grow up the same way if I could help it.
“Are you going to walk into the house like a big girl, or do I need to throw you over my shoulders and carry you in?”
She lowers her head in defeat, unbuckles herself, and opens the door. “I’ll walk.”
On the way to the front door, she looks around nervously like she is about to make a run for it.
I almost wish she would, chasing her sounds like fun.
I unlock the door with one hand and grab Penny with the other.
As soon as I open the door, Mojo greets us with a deep growl and a display of sharp teeth.
Penny tries to jump back, but I hold her firmly by my side.
“Calm down, Mojo,” I say to my large Rottweiler. He sits down as I walk her in. “Good boy.” Penny walks stiffly, never taking her eyes off the dog. Good, she fears him. I deposit her on my black leather couch, leaving her looking nervous and out of place.
“You watch her now, you hear me. Don’t let her leave,” I order Mojo and smirk at Penny’s shocked expression.
I disappear into the bathroom, take my clothes off, and step into the shower. Turning the water all the way to hot, I let my muscles relax and wash the smell of sex and sweat off of me. When I’m done, I dry off and walk out to the living room, not bothering to put a towel around me.
Penny is right where I left her, it looks like she hasn’t moved an inch. Her eyes widen when she sees me, and I catch her clenching her thighs together. I flop down on the couch beside her and put my arms up to rest them on the back of the couch. “I want another blow job.”
She peeks over to Mojo like she is waiting for his permission.
He just sits there looking at her as she slowly gets up and kneels between my legs.
She licks her lips. Looking up at me through the thick lashes on her big eyes.
The sight of her like that has my body pumping blood to my dick in record time. “Give me your hand.”
She gives it to me without question, and I’m again surprised by how her personality has changed.
The old Penny would have given me a swift kick in the balls.
I pull her hand to my mouth, suck on my cheeks, and spit in her palm.
She makes a small noise of disgust but says nothing.
I wonder how far I can push her before she has had too much, and the old Penny reappears.
I place her hand on my now fully erect dick and make her fingers curl around it. I guide her up and down a few times before letting her hand go on her own. “Just keep doing that.” I close my eyes and lean my head back against the couch.
Her unsure hand rubs me for a while, and even though it feels good, I won’t be able to come like this.
I’m about to tell her to bend over the couch when I feel her plump, warm lips on the tip of my dick.
Her hot, wet tongue is next. Caressing my cock softly, she drags her tongue up and down tenderly.
Fuck. Me.
I peek down at her just when she is taking me into her mouth all the way and starts sucking in earnest. Her cheeks hollow out, and her eyes close in concentration.
She pushes herself down until I hit the back of her throat, doing on her own, what I made her do earlier.
She keeps one hand on the base of my shaft and the other resting on my thigh like it belongs there.
It doesn’t take me long before I feel a tingle at the bottom of my spine, and my balls draw together tightly.
I debate letting her know that I’m about to come but decide to surprise her with it.
A moment later, I’m pushed over the edge.
I grab onto the couch cushion as I explode into her mouth with a deep grunt. Surprise!
When the last wave of pleasure has rippled through me, I gaze down at her. She keeps me in her mouth until the very last second, and I can see her still swallowing as she licks the rest of my cum off her bottom lip.
“I’m not going to lie. You’ve just earned yourself some major brownie points.” I push her back until she sits on her heels, and I get up. Walking into my bedroom, I tell her, “I’ll leave you alone for the rest of the day. You may take a shower now, and you’re allowed to sleep on the couch.”