Chapter 13
Thirteen
DARCIE
Waking up next to Grayson and Brooks had become my norm over the past few weeks. Grayson was proving to be insatiable and fucking me in practically every square inch of the house, any chance he got.
Brooks had joined us a few times, proving his penchant for watching translated off the screen into real life. Sometimes he would participate by touching me while Grayson took me from behind, and others, he simply watched while stroking himself. Brooks and Grayson’s kinks perfectly balanced one another, making me one very lucky gal.
Though, despite the connection Brooks and I shared, things were moving slower with us physically. But I was okay with it. Brooks was shy in many ways, and I didn’t want to overwhelm him until he was ready.
Staring into his eyes now, my hand gripping his cock as Grayson rocked into me from behind, I knew it wouldn’t be long until we crossed that line. His fingers brushed against my clit, spreading my wetness as he found the perfect rhythm.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I panted, my head rolling back on Grayson’s shoulder.
My leg was lifted over his hip as he impaled me from the side. His arms were wrapped around me, holding me close to him. His teeth grazed the area between my neck and collarbone, sending tendrils of pain and pleasure rushing through me.
“Look at how good she takes my cock, Cowboy. I bet you can’t wait to be in our girl,” Grayson purred, grabbing Brooks' attention.
Over the past few days, Grayson had been amping up his push for Brooks to step outside of himself. It was sweet how he wanted his friend to take the plunge and cross that finish line with me. I couldn’t deny I was ready as well.
I whimpered as Brooks' eyes dropped to where he was touching me, his other hand moving to my breast. He licked his lips, his breathing quickening as I stroked him.
“You’re so hard, Cowboy. I love feeling you in my hand.” I knew how much he liked it when I spoke to him, telling him how he pleased me. His cock jerked in response, his eyes jolting up to my face.
Whimpering again, I beckoned him closer, needing to feel him against me. Grayson thrusted into me harder as I squeezed Brooks. Lunging forward, his hand cupped my cheek as he kissed me sloppily, our mouths hungry for one another.
With a tweak of my nipple and clit, I came so hard I blacked out for a moment as stars filled my vision. My muscles tensed, my whole body trembled as I came with a rush.
Blinking open my eyes, I found Brooks staring at me, a look of reverence on his face. His thumb brushed against my cheek as he watched me.
“I love watching you come. It’s so beautiful.”
“Why, thanks, bud,” Grayson said, chuckling.
Brooks reached over and slapped him, rolling his eyes at his MC brother. Giggling, I cherished the moment of pure happiness as I was held by these two men. I felt safe and secure with them, something I hadn’t experienced in a long time.
Sighing, my eyes closed, knowing there were still two pieces missing. One of which was being a complete pain in my ass.
Bubba hadn’t fallen for any of my attempts yet. If anything, the closer I grew to Brooks and Grayson, the more he pulled away. When he didn’t think I was watching, I could see the yearning in his eyes as he observed us. But he wouldn’t talk to either of them about it and ignored me as much as he could.
I was becoming so frustrated with him; I was this close to shaving off his beard in his sleep. Maybe then he’d actually talk to me!
At least today, he couldn’t get out of spending time with me. We were headed to look at a motorcycle one of his buddies was selling. It would be the longest time we’d been alone together since that first day.
“How are you feeling about the plan today?” Grayson asked, smoothing my hair back. He kissed me softly, his arms wrapped around me.
I’d learned that after he disposed of the condom, he was a cuddle whore. He would hold me for a while and then take care of me after in the shower, pampering me with soft and delicate touches. It was his way of balancing some of the hardness he tended to show during sex.
Brooks crawled back into bed, pulling the blanket over the three of us. I hadn’t noticed he’d gotten up to take care of things. Reaching out for him, I pulled his arm toward me and linked our fingers together. Touching them both like this was everything.
There wasn’t anything between them, despite my begging. They were just comfortable enough to share a woman together without it being sexual with one another.
“Sunflower?” Grayson asked, smiling against my cheek.
“Oh, right. Plan. Yes. Ready,” I said, sentences not forming just yet.
They both chuckled, the sounds vibrating through my naked body.
“You’re so cute when you’re dick drunk,” Grayson whispered, kissing me again. The man was affectionate in all ways.
“Hmm, yeah.” I nodded, not disagreeing.
Brooks' alarm sounded, so he reached over to turn it off. They were working today in hopes it would force Bubba to surrender to me easier. I wasn’t sure who was more at their wit’s end, them or me.
“If he doesn’t succumb today, what do we do?” I asked, some doubt entering my mind as we headed to the shower.
“Do you honestly think someone can resist you, Darcie?” Brooks asked, lifting his eyebrow.
“Uh, yeah.” I rolled my eyes. Boys were so dumb sometimes. “I’m confident in who I am, but I’m also aware that not everyone is attracted to everyone. I can’t force him.”
“He wants you. He’s just stubborn,” Grayson added, stepping under the spray.
I trusted them since they knew Bubba better and hoped they were right. No matter how confident you were, a flat-out rejection stung.
Thirty minutes later, I was dressed in a tight pair of jeans with rips on the front, a thin tank top with sequin lips over my breasts, and a leather jacket that Grayson had bought me. Combined with some new boots, I looked every bit the biker chic. Now it was time to see if it worked on Bubba.
Walking into the kitchen, I spotted Bubba at the bar, leaning across it as he drank his coffee. At the sound of my entrance, he glanced up, his eyes going wide before he sprayed the gulp of coffee he drank.
Grayson’s hands landed on my shoulder as he bent down to whisper in my ear. “Oh yeah, it’s working, Sunflower.”
Smiling with a renewed sense of purpose, I swayed my hips more as I grabbed a plate and placed some food on it. Bubba grumbled as he cleaned up the mess, bringing a smile to my lips.
“Something wrong, Waylon?” I asked, fluttering my eyelashes. He froze, turning back to me, his eyes raking over me.
“Nope,” he grunted, shifting his body opposite me as he finished cleaning.
“Hmph,” Grayson hummed, laughing to himself. Brooks snickered into his coffee cup, enjoying the show.
Smiling, I leaned forward, my cleavage on display as I took a bite. Letting out a breathy moan, I continued to eat my food like it was the best thing ever prepared. Bubba’s hands tightened on the counter's edge, his knuckles turning white.
“If you want to go, we need to leave now,” he barked, then turned and rushed out of the kitchen.
The guys chuckled, waving me off so I could follow him before he decided to leave me. Stepping outside, Bubba was already in the truck with the engine running. Opening the door, I heaved myself into the massive cab, missing having one of the guys do it for me. Apparently, I’d grown accustomed to being lifted into this thing.
“Your truck’s too big,” I grumbled as I pulled myself up.
“No, you’re just too short,” he grunted, his eyes shifting to me. I lay panting across the seat, my feet dangling from the side. I had to be showing a good amount of boob in this position. It was unintentional, but I’d take it.
Growling back at him, I heaved myself the rest of the way, sitting back against the seat.
Bubba didn’t say anything, but his ears were red, and he had a smirk on his face.
The drive was quiet, and with each conversation I started, he either ignored or shut me down with a one-word answer. When we pulled into a parking lot, I was ready to get out of the truck and away from the infuriating man.
Jumping down, I didn’t wait for him as I strode into the place. Everyone stopped, and I remembered I’d just walked into a biker space alone. The men checked me out, their eyes assessing me from head to toe.
“Howdy. What can we do for you, miss?” a greased-up man asked from the side.
The door opened behind me, and I prayed it was Bubba. This wasn’t the day for me to run my mouth and get myself into trouble.
“Ranger,” Bubba said, his tone commanding.
A different man than the one who spoke stuck his head out from under the bar, lifting his eyes to meet Bubba’s.
“Hey, man,” he greeted, placing down the drink he’d been working on. “You here for the bike?”
“Yep. Is it around back?” Bubba asked.
“Yeah. Go ahead and look at it. I’ll be there in a second.”
Bubba grabbed my shoulder and spun me, pushing me in front of him as he headed back out. I could hear him mumbling something under his breath, but it was too quiet to make out.
Walking around the corner, I spotted the Victory Vegas as I neared. Thoughts of Bubba left me as I crouched down to look at it closer. Whistling, I inspected the parts, running my hand over her. She was once chrome and metallic red, the paint now faded and chipped, but I could see the bike she’d become. I wanted her.
“She’s beautiful,” I said with awe.
Bubba grunted, but something in the sound was different, making me turn my head to stare at him.
“Not right now, she’s not,” he started, my hackles rising as he insulted my bike. “But she will be,” he added, running his hand over the seat, the black seat covered in duct tape.
“Does that mean you approve?” I asked, giddiness flowing through me.
“Hmm,” he said, stepping back. “Maybe. I have a few questions.”
Ranger walked around the corner, a big smile on his face. He was around mid-thirties with shaggy dark hair and kind eyes. His smile was welcoming as he greeted us.
“Bubba, it’s so good to see you. This your sister?” he asked, glancing at me.
Bubba’s face turned scarlet, a curse forming on his lips. I knew it had hit a sore point with him, the age difference between us.
“Nope. Girlfriend,” I said, reaching my hand out. Bubba choked as Ranger took my hand to shake, surprise covering his face.
“Girlfriend? I’ll be. I never thought Bubba would settle down with an old lady.”
“As you can tell, there’s nothing old about me.” I winked, making Ranger laugh.
“How much?” Bubba asked, clearly over the conversation.
“For you, $4000. She needs a new engine, muffler, and exhaust. You’ll need to fix her up, but I reckon she’ll run real good for you when you’re done.”
I jumped up and down, clapping my hands. “She’s perfect.”
Bubba rolled his eyes, the corner of his mouth tilting up despite his attitude. He could deny it all he wanted, but I was growing on him.
I gave Ranger the money Slade had gotten for my car, leaving me with enough money to even buy some cute shoes. With the leftover amount, the money I had saved, and everything I’d earned so far, I still had a nice little nest egg. The guys had been paying me a lot, despite my best efforts to tell them they didn’t have to. They’d all given me so much; it felt wrong to take their money for helping out. But they were as stubborn as I was.
Within ten minutes, we had the bike loaded into the back of the truck. I couldn’t quit staring at it, knowing soon it would be mine to ride.
Sighing, I broke myself away from it and opened the door. Hands landed on my hips, lifting me into the air. Gasping, my palms landed on his as he placed me on my seat.
“Thanks,” I mumbled. My brain had gone haywire from his touch.
He grunted, not responding as he walked around to the other side. The move stunned me speechless, making it difficult for me to find a topic of conversation the whole drive home.
“You okay?” he asked, turning off the truck.
“Me, yeah? Why?” I asked in a rush.
“You’re quiet. It’s not like you to be quiet.”
“Oh, um. Just thinking about my bike,” I lied. “Can we start on it now?”
He stared at me, his jaw ticking. “Not today. I need to run to the shop.”
“Fine. I’ll go with.” Smiling at his frown. I knew he was trying to get away from me, but he’d have to be rude to deny me now. Bubba might be stubborn, but he was a gentleman.
“I’m leaving now,” he barked, attempting to shake me.
“Okay.”
I grinned, showing teeth. “Truck or your bike?”
His eyes searched mine for a beat before he looked at the truck. I felt he’d pick his bike after being locked up in this cage all day.
“Bike.”
Nodding, I opened the door and hopped down, heading straight for it. There was no way I’d let him leave me. Taking the helmet I often used, I put it on and waited for him to walk over.
His steps were slow, almost debating if he really wanted to go through with this. Handing him his helmet, I watched as he accepted his fate and placed it on his head.
I felt him tense as I climbed on, a smile spreading at his reaction. Squeezing my arms around him, I ran my hands up his legs before locking them into position. His breath halted, then slowly released.
I never knew torture could be so fun.
When we got onto the open road, I threw my hands up, letting out a shout of glee as he opened it up. Before the turn, I moved my arms back, slowly running them up his thighs again, deliberately brushing against his groin in the process.
I was playing dirty at this point, but I’d had enough. I moved my hands, running them along his body each time we slowed. Bubba was a rigid block of muscle by the time we pulled into the shop. The lot was empty, so I was surprised when he pulled around to the back to park.
He climbed off his bike so quickly I’d worry he had the runs if I hadn’t been stroking him the whole ride. He didn’t even take off his helmet, just wore it inside.
Chuckling, I took my time and placed my helmet on the handlebars as I followed him into the shop. It was dark; no one else was here this time on a Sunday.
The door to the office slammed, the sound reverberating through the quiet space. Locking the big door behind me, I crept through the darkness, familiar with the layout by now. I placed my ear against the door, listening.
I should probably feel bad, but the time for us to face this had finally come.
With that thought, I pushed open the door to find Bubba sitting in the chair, his elbows on the desk as he took in deep lungfuls. His eyes were closed, a pained look on his bearded face.
“Don’t,” he growled as I stepped closer.
Ignoring him, I walked to the front of the desk, bracing my hands on the surface as I faced off with him.
“Why do you always push me away?” I asked, my anger leaking through.
His eyes opened, searing me with their heat. He scowled, bringing goosebumps to my skin. This was it. The line I needed to push him over. It was now or never.
“Do you really need to ask yourself that, little girl ?”
The slur hit, igniting the fire and rage that was ready to be released.
“Yeah, I do. Because if you took a moment to pull your head out of your ass, you’d see that I’m the furthest thing from a little girl . Men have told me what I could be and who I was my whole life. At first, I thought it meant I was special. But I soon learned it was just a way for men to make me weak so they could take whatever they wanted from me. My virtue. My home. My trust. Gone.” I slapped the desk, my eyes spitting daggers back at him now.
He swallowed, some of his anger dropping away at my remarks.
“I’ve had to crawl through fire to become the woman I am today. So, yeah, I might be younger than you, but I’m no fucking little girl. If you opened your eyes long enough to see me for who I am, you’d realize that, Waylon .”
The heat returned, his eyes sparking at his name. His pupils were blown, blotting out the color.
“You don’t need me,” he seethed through gritted teeth.
“Blind and delusional.” I climbed onto the desk, crawling toward him until I was right in front of him. He sucked in a breath, watching my every move. He didn’t back away, though, encouraging that flame in me. Dropping down onto my butt, I knocked his arms off as I hung my legs over the edge, caging him in.
He leaned back, but I gripped his shirt, pulling him toward me. “Kiss me once, Waylon. Kiss me once, and if there’s nothing there, I’ll leave you alone. But not until you kiss me.”
His jaw clenched, his body a stone wall as he stared at me.
Dropping down onto his lap, I wrapped my arms around his neck, rocking on his hard cock pressed against his jeans. His eyes fluttered closed as he bit back a moan.
Nipping his ear, I made one last siren call.
“Kiss. Me. Dammit.”