Chapter Thirty
Mimic
“The Soulless Sinners? But you’re here, in the Silver Shadows.” I nodded. “I thought you could only be in one MC?”
“No one here knows. And I didn’t join because I wanted to. I had no choice.”
“What do you mean, you had no choice?”
I turned around and crawled back into bed, pulling Indie against my chest and kissing the top of her head.
“I told you about what happened to my mom and how Rose and I got separated. Well, the man who took my mother and then found me was Dakota Stone.”
Indie stiffened in my arms, and I felt the rage begin to boil inside me as I asked the question I didn’t want the answer to.
“Do you know who that is?”
She nodded before softy saying, “He came to the Trick Pony with his father.”
“Son of a bitch,” I hissed. “Did he?”
She lifted her head. “You already know the answer to that. We aren’t talking about me. Not yet.”
She laid her head back down and swirled her fingers over my abdomen. I didn’t want to talk; I wanted to feel. I wanted to concentrate on the way she made me feel. I grabbed her hand and held it.
“I can’t fucking concentrate when you do that.” The giggle that escaped from her mouth shocked her as much as it shocked me, and she slapped her hand over her mouth. I barked out a laugh, telling her, “My life’s mission will forever be making you giggle like you just fucking did.”
She smacked my abs. “Continue.”
We settled in together as I told her my story.
“My whole life, Rose and I were hidden away. We never went to school, or the park, or museums. We stayed home. The only reason we were allowed outside in the backyard was because there was a high fence shielding us from our neighbors.”
“Why?”
“My mother told us no one could know who we were. That if anyone ever found us, they would take us from her. Rose and I were ten when Dakota took our mother away. He still didn’t know about us.
I’d heard a conversation one day when he showed up asking about the baby.
I didn’t realize until later that he was talking about me.
He and his father knew my mother had been pregnant, but she told him she’d lost the baby. He never knew there were two of us.”
“Why did he want you?”
I inhaled and exhaled deeply before continuing, “My father. It all had to do with my father.”
“What was so special about him?”
“No fucking clue. Never even met him, and I never will. He was killed last year. The same night George Stone was.”
She lifted her head to look at me. “Okay, rewind for a minute. What happened when Dakota took you?”
“I was put in a cell with a cot, where I stayed, unless I was training. Every day, Dakota would come get me and teach me how to fight.”
“Why?”
I shrugged. “Dakota followed instructions. He did what his father told him to do. When I started to learn, started getting the best of him, he would beat the shit out of me. I’ve broken more bones and had more stitches than I can count.
“George would give me time to rest, and that was the time I used to study. He’d filled my cell with books. I wasn’t allowed a computer or internet, but I could read as much as I wanted to. History books, medical books, encyclopedias. Anything I could get my hands on to pass the time.
“Dakota would also use this time to educate me. He’d bring women into the room and fuck them. Some were complicit, but most weren’t. He didn’t care. He fucked them anyway.”
My arms tightened around her, thinking about what Dakota might have done to her.
“Hey, I’m okay. I survived. We both did.” She snuggled closer, laying her head on my shoulder so she could watch me as I spoke. I stared at the ceiling, not wanting her to see inside me. What I had become.
“If he didn’t bring a woman in, he used the time to manipulate me.
He’d say things about my mother and my father.
I didn’t care what he said about my father.
If George and Dakota had known my mother was pregnant, then chances are my father knew too.
He left her alone. Unprotected against two narcissistic assholes.
“He told me my mother didn’t want me. That she told him how to find me. Let him have me.”
Indie sat up, the blanket falling to her waist, and God help me, I couldn’t stop my eyes from dropping down to feast on her perfect tits.
She pulled the blanket up, and I lifted my eyes. “You know he was lying. They did the same thing to me.”
“Maybe.” I shrugged.
“No, not maybe. A mother who hides her children for ten years trying to protect them doesn’t one day just decide to give up on them. And if she did, why didn’t she give up Rose too? You have to know your mother would never do that.”
“You don’t know my mother.”
“Neither do you, apparently.”
She pulled the blanket around her and climbed off the bed. “Where the fuck are you going?”
“Tell me you don’t believe his lies.”
“Indie.”
“Tell me, Mimic. Tell me you don’t believe them. Tell me you know your mother loved you.”
I pulled my knees up and rested my elbows on them. Holding my head in my hands, I stared down between my legs. “I don’t fucking know that. I don’t know anything anymore.”
“And I don’t know anything about you. I thought I did.” Her head shook as she spoke the words that tore into my heart. Grabbing her clothes, she marched to the door.
“Don’t leave,” I rasped, and she stopped, her hand on the door.
She leaned her head against the wood. I climbed off the bed and stood behind her, my hands braced on either side of her head.
“Don’t leave me, Indie.” She shivered when my whispered words caressed her ear. She turned around and stared up at me.
“He was lying, Mimic. He wanted to break you. If you believed him, it means he won. He broke you.”
“Then put me back together,” I whispered right before my lips crushed hers. My mouth covered her lips, and her hands went to my waist, letting the blanket drop and pool at our feet.
My cock grew, almost as if reaching out for her. I pressed her against the door, pushing my pelvis against her belly. I swallowed her moans as she lifted on her toes trying to line us up.
“I’m gonna nut the minute I get inside you.”
“There are ways to make it last.”
She slid to her knees, taking my boxers with her. I stood there, much as I had the last time. My hands on the door, looking down at her as she took the head of my cock between her lips.
“Fuuuck,” I groaned, closing my eyes, trying so fucking hard not to come in her mouth immediately. She licked at the tip, her eyes locked on mine.
“Come for me, Mimic.”
She took me all the way to the back of her throat, then sucked me in further and swallowed. When her throat pulled at my dick, I wasn’t sure even a seasoned manwhore like Romeo could have held out. I slammed my fist on the door as I came.
“Fuck, Indie. Will it always be that fucking quick?”
She smiled and stood up, lifting her lips to mine. “No.” She pecked my lips and then slipped under my arm to move further into the room.
Taking my hand, she pulled me to the bed. We stood at the end of the bed, and she slipped her panties down her legs.
“You deserve someone better than me. Someone who hasn’t been broken the way I have.” I opened my lips to protest, and she placed her hand over my mouth. “But since you insist you want me. That you love me. I am choosing to believe you.”
She wrapped her hand around my hard cock, and I hissed. Everything she did felt fucking amazing. Just the feel of her hands on me, her fingers caressing my balls the way they were. The way her lips moved over my chest.
I closed my eyes, groaning. “I’m gonna fucking come again if you keep doing that.”
“I know. Don’t hold back. Come on me, Mimic. Mark me as yours.”
One hand stroked me while the other fondled my sac.
She squeezed and tugged just the way I did in the shower.
It was as if she knew exactly what to do.
The hand pulling my length twisted as she slid over the head, gathering the pre-cum and using it to slide all the way to the hilt where she squeezed so hard I thought I might die.
My eyes locked onto her tits. She followed my gaze. “Touch them.” I snapped my head up and looked at her. “Am I yours?”
“Fuck yes, you’re mine.” My hands squeezed her hips.
“Then my body is yours. Touch me. Anywhere and everywhere.”
I bit my lip as my eyes dropped to her tits before looking back up at her. “Anywhere?”
“Anywhere.” She smiled.
My hand gripped her hair at the back of her neck, and I tilted her head back before slamming my lips on hers. I loved her lips. They were soft and full. I loved the way they tasted, the way they opened so freely for me.
My tongue slid over the surface before dipping inside to run along her perfect teeth. When she bit my tongue, I growled, biting her bottom lip, tugging it out before letting it snap back.
Then my hands covered her tits. They were the perfect size, fitting in my hand. “You were made for me,” I whispered before pinching a nipple between my thumb and index finger.
She hissed, and I pulled back. “Too hard?”
“Harder.”
Her hand swept up and down my hard length, and I pinched her nipple harder, flattening it between my fingers, and the moan that escaped her luscious lips was my undoing.
White-hot cum erupted from the end of my dick, covering her belly, and it was the most erotic moment of my life. Her tits forgotten, I dropped to my knees, my hands on her waist as I studied the mess I had made on her skin.
This right here was more arousing than seeing my name tattooed on her skin.
Which would happen soon, along with her name on mine.
I stared at her for a moment before looking up at her.
She watched me as I stuck my tongue out and dipped it into the mess and licked her skin.
Gathering as much as I could before standing up and shoving my tongue into her mouth. Feeding her my cum.
“That was so fucking hot,” she whispered, panting against my lips.
“You’re fucking hot. I want to taste every goddamn inch of you.”
She stepped away, taking her heat with her. She went into the bathroom and grabbed a washcloth.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
“Wiping up.”
“Why?” I snatched the cloth from her and tossed it on the floor.
“I’m a mess.”
“You’re my fucking mess. Get on the damn bed.”
Her pupils darkened with arousal.
“You like it when I tell you what to do?”
“I like it when you’re a bossy asshole.”
“Remember, you fucking said that.” I shoved her onto the bed and crawled over her. “I’ve come twice already, and I feel like I’m on the verge of coming again just looking at your naked body all spread out for me.”
“So come.” I smacked her tit the way I’d seen Dakota do it to the girls that were willing. When she closed her eyes and moaned, I almost came again. Her sass was hot as fuck, and if I had any fucking control of my body around her, I’d punish her for that bratty attitude.
“It’s my turn to make you come.”