2. Chapter Two
Chapter Two
ACE
T he clubhouse was already pumping by the time we pulled in from our meeting at the shop. I sighed, wondering if I could just bypass the night all together. I wasn’t in the mood to celebrate when our funding was significantly decreased thanks to the garage not pulling in enough money, and of course, my dear old dad’s excessive spending.
That was meant to be our biggest income, which meant that I would have to figure out why we were so cut off in the town from the drugs and guns.
Fuck.
Hawk moved over to me, already having dismounted his bike. “Come on, Coop. Plenty of pussy and drink in there to take away the fucked up situation we find ourselves in.”
“I might call it. You have fun.”
“Fuck that,” Hawk said, kicking out my stand. “You need to chill for once in your life. Take one fucking night to let loose. I have it on good authority that you’re going to want to come in tonight.”
I frowned, removing my helmet and rubbing a hand through my hair. “Fuck it, all right.”
I dismounted the bike and headed inside with Hawk. A few of our members hollered at us as we headed inside, which is where I saw the chaos. The clubhouse was full of members and non-members alike. We had an open door policy on Friday nights and for the most part, we never had issues.
One of our prospects, Kirby, was behind the bar with the other prospects Kendrick and Joshua. All of them were good kids, and I knew they’d all be patching in eventually. One of the club bunnies, Shawnee, was behind the bar too, helping out. We had a full house tonight. I sidled up to the side of the bar, grabbing myself a bottle of whiskey to take back to my room, when I looked up and saw her.
The breath left me again as I took her in, laughing with one of our enforcers, Savage, and Bear, entertaining her and Orla. Her smile took my breath away, lighting her emerald green eyes up until she glowed. Her bright red hair was a duller colour now, more of a crimson red, but it didn’t take away from that beautiful pale skin I had dreamed of touching all over.
“You good, prez?”
I looked up, tearing my eyes from Sheridan as I looked over at Kendrick. He had a knowing look on his face as he tried to hide his smirk. Fucking Bear must have spilled the beans on who she was.
“Quit smilin’ at me like that, kid. Pour me a fucking drink, and another of whatever they’re drinking,” I said, pointing over to the group of them. Bear was smirking over at me now, knowing just how fucking hard I was for her already. The fucker. He probably told the entire fucking club how bad I had it for Sheridan.
I moved over to the stools where Orla and Sheridan sat at the bar. Sheridan’s eyes landed on me, and that fucking megawatt smile almost did me in.
“Hey there,” she said.
“Hey yourself,” I replied. Kendrick put our drinks on the bar and moved off before I knocked his head in, but I could see the smile on his face. Hawk came to stand next to me, slinging his arm around my shoulders as he looked in.
“Damn, Sher,” he said. “You grew up. Nice rack.”
I threw my fist down, slamming my fist into his junk. He buckled over, howling as the bar laughed at him.
“Ignore him.”
“Ignore who?” Sheridan asked, smirking as she picked up her drink. “Thanks for this.”
“I told you, drinks are on me,” I replied.
Suddenly, I had no idea what to fucking say to her. It had been a lifetime since I was here going gaga over her, and now I was thrown right back to being a seventeen year old, unsure of how to tell her how much I wanted her.
“Let’s leave the kids to catch up,” Orla said to Savage. “Come and lose a game of pool.”
“Hey, I know how to play pool,” Savage protested. I saw the way Bear watched them, his eyes never leaving Orla. The history between those two was a beast of epic proportions, but he’d never admit to hating the idea of her with someone else.
“No, you don’t. It’s okay, I’ll go easy on you,” she taunted as she patted him on the chest as she walked past him. Savage looked to me for confirmation that he was good at pool.
“I hate to say it, Sav, but you do suck at it. Maybe she can give you some pointers.”
“Fuck you, man,” he said, moving off to join her at the back where the pool tables were. Sheridan was giggling, and the sound alone had my dick pushing against my jeans. I sat down on the stool Orla just vacated.
“Orla’s gonna smoke him,” she said.
“I have no doubt. The idiot has no idea how to play, and we’ve been trying to teach him for years.”
She snorted on the sip she was taking, holding her hand over her mouth to prevent her spitting her drink out. Putting her drink back down on the bar, I looked down at the hand that was wiping her mouth and noticed the simple tattoo between her thumb and forefinger. It was a little faded, so she must have had it for a while.
It made me wonder what other tattoos she had.
“What are the letters for?” I asked her, throwing back the shot Kendrick had put down.
She looked down at her hand, and sighed. “Maybe I need more alcohol to tell you what they mean.”
“I can help with that,” I laughed as I motioned for Kendrick to come back.
“Another?” he asked her.
“Leave the bottle.”
Kendrick nodded and grabbed a bottle, leaving it on the counter for us.
“How drunk do you want to get?” I asked her.
“I know you have an iron stomach, Cooper, but now? So do I.”
“So you’re telling me I’m not going to have to carry you home to your bedroom, sneak you in and put you to bed, all the while hiding my huge boner from you?”
She rolled her eyes. “No, and I think we both know you could have easily had me that night.”
“I do,” I replied. “But I wanted you to remember it.”
“I wasn’t that drunk, Cooper Malone.”
“Yes, Sheridan Sullivan, you were,” I laughed. “But, I’m not saying I didn’t cop a feel or two while I carried you in.”
Sheridan laughed with me. The sound was a melody to my ears, but there was something behind her laugh, a look in her eye that told me she was hiding something. Hell, we all were, we’d all been through shit, and it had been almost two decades since I got to hear her laugh. I didn’t want it to end.
I poured us drinks again, and she took hers. She licked a path around the rim of the glass, the simple action had my cock straining so hard against the denim of my jeans that I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to get them off again. Her eyes fluttered up to look at me, noticing my reaction, and a slow smirk made its way over her face again.
She knew what she was doing.
And I was fucking here for it.
Would tonight be the night I finally had my fill of Sheridan?
Sheridan was talking with Orla, helping her with playing pool as I sat here and watched her in that gorgeous dress. The one that barely made it past her ass, and the way her legs went on and on, down to those heels that made her calf muscles look defined.
“Prez,” I heard one of my men, Viper, come over to me. “Eagle needs to talk.”
I sighed, because I knew my time with Sheridan had come to an end tonight. I’d hoped he would have gone to bed already, his health wasn’t what it used to be, but turns out Sheridan and I were bound to never meet in the way I was desperate for.
I nodded and took the remaining bottle from the counter, heading down the hall to the back entry and onto the side porch where Eagle sat, drinking and looking over paperwork.
“Don’t you ever relax, old man?” I asked him, taking a seat on the steps leading down to the ground and twisting the cap off the whiskey, taking a swig.
“I would if you ever gave me cause to relax,” he bit back. Eagle had been with us since my dad had taken over as president. He and my dad went way back, he was more the uncle I never had, than anything.
“What’s going on?”
“The garage isn’t the only business to be in the red,” he said. “This town seems to have garnered the drug business too. I don’t know what it is, because I never noticed it before you guys came back, but I have a feeling you may have competition in this town.”
“It sounds like you want to leave, old man.”
“No, this is my home. I’ll never leave. But it may be a good idea for the enforcers to go and look around.”
I nodded.
“Yeah, it wouldn’t hurt.”
I’d noticed there was a quiet over this town, it didn’t feel as open as it once did. I’d put it down to my age and my weariness when it came to my club, but maybe Eagle was right. Maybe, we needed to stake a claim on this town again.
SHERIDAN
The bottle was gone when I returned from telling Orla that I was actually thinking of giving in and letting Cooper have me tonight, and now he was gone, nowhere to be seen. I couldn’t expect him to turn down one of these hot young bunnies if they came calling, could I?
“Hey there, hellcat,” I heard Casey say from beside me, taking Cooper’s seat. His blond hair was darker now than it had been, and his rough stubble told me he was still getting used to the look, given how many times he’d run his hand over it.
“Casey.”
“Ah,” he held up his hand. “No one calls me that here. It’s Hawk.”
“Sorry, I forgot you gave yourselves silly nicknames.”
“Silly?” he held a hand to his chest, feigning hurt. “Come on now, we’re big, burly hard men. You can’t insult us like that.”
“I’m sure I can,” she said. “I know what you looked like before all those muscles and tattoos, Casey.”
He chuckled, looking out at the clubhouse and the members all partying.
“He’s just with Eagle,” he told me. “He’ll be back.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Hawk laughed. “Jesus, Sheridan, you really think you can hide how much you want him? Don’t worry, he wants you just as bad. The only reason he hasn’t settled down was because no one ever compared to you.”
“Oh shut it, will you,” I spat. My heart did a little dance at the sound of that. “He didn’t settle down because he was a damn nomad. He always wanted to be away from here.”
“He wanted to be away from his dad,” Hawk replied, his tone lowering. The mention of Cooper’s dad had my own memory sparking that I had long since buried.
“Oh yeah…him.”
Hawk turned to me, giving me his full attention as I called for another drink, the bad feelings from back then taking root and growing.
“Is he why you didn’t come back?”
“What?” I asked, trying to avoid the question.
“Sheridan, you girls were always here, every weekend, then all of a sudden, you stopped. It killed Ace. He never knew why.”
“You didn’t tell him?” I asked, surprised that his own best friend had failed to tell him something so crucial.
Hawk shook his head. “It wasn’t my secret to tell. I figured you would. Then again, I always wondered why he didn’t kill his dad back then.”
I chuckled darkly. “Cooper loved his dad. There’s no way he would have taken him on for my virtue.”
“Sher, that man would have left the club for you, if you’d told him to. He was a fucking lost puppy for you back then.”
I didn’t want to think of all the time I’d lost, all the happiness I never got because I hadn’t had the courage to tell him how I felt. One word. I just needed to tell him to stay and he would have, I knew that. Somehow, I had known that, and that was why my heart broke into a million pieces the day I watched him ride away.
“How did you get away with the black eye without telling him?” I enquired. “I remember seeing his fist land right in your face.”
Hawk nodded, rubbing the side of his face, as if the muscle memory had kicked in. “Yeah, he asked. I lied. Donald didn’t exactly want his only son to find out he tried to rape the only woman Ace had ever liked.”
I rolled my eyes, the goosebumps on my arms standing up and making me feel cool. The memory of Donald’s hands on me, the way he grabbed my ass and tried to pull my skirt up in the corner of the clubhouse that day when Cooper had been out with some of the men had been scary. Hawk had always been there. Always…like my big brother taking care of me.
“Come on,” I said, trying to wash the memory from my mind. “Cooper has always been drop dead gorgeous. He could have anyone he wants, Casey.”
“He can,” he said. “But he doesn’t want them. Honestly, if I hadn’t seen him fuck someone before, I’d think he was a virgin.”
I rolled my eyes, suddenly feeling a little jealous that someone had been able to feel him inside of her body. I wanted to be that person. I’d always wanted to feel him inside of me, and even though it had been close to two decades since he left, I still felt like a schoolgirl around him.
“I should go,” I told him. “It’s getting late, and it looks like Orla has already found someone to go home with.”
Hawk looked behind me to see what I could in the mirror by the door. She was half undressed and had one of the men behind her, kissing her neck as she bent over, rubbing her ass against his crotch.
“Ahh, some things don’t change, huh?”
“Not with Orla,” I laughed.
“Let me take you home,” he said, pushing off the stool and standing up. I grabbed my bag from behind the bar and sighed, showing him my phone where it told him my Uber was close by.
“No need,” I told him. I reached up and kissed him on the cheek. “It was so good to see you again, Casey. I really missed those blond curls.”
He ran his hand through his hair, straightening them out and burying the longer bits. “Come back, yeah? We’ve settled here so you come by any fucking time, okay.”
I nodded, knowing I probably wouldn’t come back. If Cooper had wanted me, he would have taken me by now. I knew there were rooms here, but he’d taken no action to take me the way Orla said he wanted me, just like before. He didn’t need my kind of trauma anyway. There was still so much I didn’t want him to know about me, the woman I was now.
I headed out into the fresh air, past people having sex on the front porch of the clubhouse and into the darkness surrounding the compound. I headed down the pathway toward the road where I knew the Uber would pick me up from. As I got to the gate, I looked over at the line of bikes all standing in a row. I wondered which one was his.
The strong urge was inside of me wanting to turn back and find him, drag him to an empty room and have my way with him.
No. You can’t, I told myself.
“Hey!” I heard someone call out. Turning around, I saw Cooper making his way to me, away from the clubhouse. “Leaving without saying bye?”
“Yeah, sorry, I couldn’t find you,” I told him. “Orla’s already found herself a buddy, and I’ve seen her have sex way too many times, really too many times for just a friend, so I thought I’d head home. I have work tomorrow.”
“I’ll take you,” he said.
“It’s okay, my Uber is literally here right now.”
The car pulled up and flashed his lights to let me know it was him.
“Fuck that,” he said. “You think I’m letting you get into an Uber with a stranger alone?”
“Coo-”
He moved past me, toward the car. “Fuck off, I got this.”
“Cooper Malone!”
The car sped off, frightened out of their mind at the big, scary biker telling them to fuck off. Great. Now I couldn’t get home.
“You know I do need to get home.”
“Yeah,” he said, closing the distance between us. I could smell the whiskey on him, and the leather of his cut. It had my pussy throbbing for him. “I told you, I’ll take you home.”
“Who says I want to give you my address?” I queried.
“Darlin’,” he said, putting his hand up to the side of my face, moving the errant strands of hair out of my eyes. “I can find that information even without you tellin’ me.”
The thrill of his words and his closeness shot through me like a bullet, straight to my crotch, making me want to squirm.
He lowered his head, his hand going to the back of my head, his lips landing on mine in a soft, tender kiss that promised so much more. He tasted delicious, whiskey swirled with cinnamon and butterscotch. His tongue sought mine out, slowly tangling in my mouth. He pulled away far too quickly, leaning his forehead against mine.
“I don’t want tonight to end,” I whispered, a surprise to even myself. I hadn’t been thinking that, had I?
“Please tell me you aren’t drunk, Sheridan.”
“I told you,” I said, pulling back to look into his eyes. “I have an iron stomach.”
“Where?” he asked me, his fingers moving down my bare arms, sending goosebumps throughout my entire body.
“Take me to the lake,” I whispered. He grabbed my hands, taking me to the bike at the end of the row.
“Grab a helmet,” he said, jumping on the bike and starting it up. I grabbed the helmet from the bike closest to him and strapped it on, jumping behind him like I’d done so many times before. The hum of the bike between my legs did nothing to quell the ache building there as I wrapped my arms around his waist. He pulled them tighter around him before he kicked the stand back and we left the compound, heading down the backroads until we got to the woods. It had always been our place, the five of us, when we were kids, we would all head to the lake and spend the day there. It was also the one place I’d almost lost my virginity to Cooper before his father had called him with an emergency and torn between his love for his father and his lust, he chose to take me home.
I’d been furious, cursing out Donald for having such a hook into his son, but I had always imagined there would be another time I’d have Cooper between my legs.
That is, until Donald tried to take the prize for himself and I distanced myself from the club, traumatised by it. Casey had mentioned Cooper still didn’t know about that. I didn’t want to tell him. I didn’t want him to find out, and to think of me differently.
Cooper had pulled up at the same spot we usually always visited with the others and laid a blanket out before we dipped in the lake during the day. It was also the first time I’d brushed up against his hard-on and had wished we’d been alone that day, but I’d always assumed we’d have all the time in the world for it.
I got off the bike and took my helmet off, putting it on the end with Cooper’s. He took my hand and led me down to the waters’ edge. It was dark here, but the lights from across the lake where the houses were lit up shone enough light on us that we could see clearly. He pulled me into his arms, his hand going to the back of my head, fingers tangling into my hair as he claimed my mouth. His other hand tangled in my dress, pulling it up over my hip, rough fingers grazing over my soft skin there. I gasped in his mouth as I raised my arms up to wrap around his shoulders, deepening the kiss.
“Fuck, Sher,” he groaned into my mouth as I ground my body against his. A light was blaring over toward us from the other side, breaking us apart for a few moments before we realised one of the homeowners across the lake was watching us.
A thrill shot right through me at the thought that I was being watched with Cooper Malone.
“Fuck,” he swore, pulling away from me. “Come on, we’ll go to mine so I can properly worship you.”
I let go of his hand just as he got on his bike. Something inside of me swelled and I realised I didn’t want to leave.
I wanted this now.
Because if I had to leave here, I knew it wouldn’t happen, and there was no way in fucking hell that I was allowing him to get away again.
ACE
I looked over at her, standing there in the beam of light from the house, wanting to ride over there and fuck the guy up for disrupting us. I was so close, so close to having her, to feeling her crumble under my touch, and of course, something had to come and fuck it up. I was beyond frustrated.
She stood there in the beam of light, looking at me as if she were unsure. Confused, I watched as she moved her hands down to the bottom of her dress and lifted it casually, over her hips and threw it off, to the side of my bike. She stood, her panties the only thing on her body other than those heels, her body on full display, a few tattoos making their appearance over her body.
My breath was lodged in my lungs, unable to leave my throat as I looked at the body of a fucking goddess.
“We could,” she said, moving her fingertips to the tops of her panties, teasing me. “Or you could come here and cover my body, so the creep doesn’t get a full show as I cum. Because trust me, Cooper, I ain’t leaving here until I scream out in pleasure.”
Fuck. ME.
I got off the bike and closed the distance, pulling her up against the large tree we usually sat under. She grunted when her back hit it, probably feeling the rough bark rub against her skin as I lowered my mouth to hers, my hands roaming over her bare skin, laying claim to the woman who haunted my dreams. The only woman I had ever craved.
She grabbed the sides of my cut and pulled it down my arms. I let her undress me, running her hands under my shirt, those nails rubbing against my abs, making my cock scream for contact. My belt was next, my jeans yanked down so fast I thought she’d taken my cock with it. I yanked at the side of her panties and ripped the piece of material apart, freeing her.
My fingers moved along her slit, groaning as I felt how fucking wet she was for me. I pushed two fingers into her core, relishing how warm and wet she was. Shit.
I was going to cum before I even got inside of her.
“I’m ready,” she groaned into my ear, her hips bucking against my hands. I lifted her with ease, her legs wrapping around my waist tight. Even if I wanted to, I’d never get free and I fucking loved it. “Fuck me, Cooper. Please, I need you. I need your cock inside me.”
I ground out a few cuss words as I positioned my cock at her entrance, moving the tip into her slowly, before removing it.
She swore, grabbing my chin with her hand and forcing me to look at her. “Cooper, I’m not kidding. I will push you down and mount you if you don’t get on with it. I am going to scream.”
I chuckled, loving how fucked up she was for me. I was the same for her. I didn’t want this to end, it was why I wanted to go back to my place so I could spend all night inside of her, but we both needed this. We both had to do this and now.
We both felt it.
It was our time.
Finally.
I pushed into her, slowly, allowing her pussy to stretch to accommodate me. It was pure bliss and pure agony at the same time.
“Fuck,” I grunted in her ear as I held her as close to me as possible so she didn’t scratch her back up on the tree.
“Oh god, Cooper,” she moaned in my ear, her arms wrapped around my neck as I bucked my hips to fuck up into her as I held onto her. She started to move herself, fucking me as she straddled me in the air, her legs wrapped around me, her heels digging into my thighs as I increased the pressure inside of her. Her mouth found mine as she bounced on me, the need more important than anything else I had ever felt before. This was better than I had ever imagined. Sheridan had been worth the fucking wait.
Sheridan picked up the pace, holding onto my shoulders for leverage as she fucked my cock. Her moans were doing things to me that probably would end this too quickly. I thought of anything else to keep us going, unsure that I would get another chance to be with her. We didn’t know each other anymore, only what we remembered all those years ago. I had no idea if she was even married.
I didn’t see a ring, but not every woman wore one.
Fuck, was I fucking a married woman?
I didn’t care. I didn’t care who thought they had laid claim to her. She was mine, damn it. I would fight him to the death for her.
Sheridan was fucking mine.
I dropped down to the ground, taking her with me as she straddled my body. The ground was rough, but I didn’t care. She bounced on top of me, taking from me what she needed. She grabbed her breasts as she looked down at me, her mouth forming a deep O as I felt her pussy begin to clamp down on my cock.
She was close.
I moved my thumb to her clit, coating my fingertip in her juices before I rolled my digit over the bundle of nerves, slowly, softly at first, before I pushed a little harder. Sheridan screamed, calling out my name as she thrashed on top of me, her pussy squeezing me as she halted, her pussy throbbing, wave after wave hitting her hard. I bucked my hips up, taking her over the edge as I followed right after her, pumping into her with such ferocity that I thought she may become a fountain of my own cum.
When the orgasm left me, I fell back on the ground, Sheridan falling down on top of me, her hair fanning out over my chest. The only sound other than the lapping of the lake on the shore was our breathing.
When I could feel my breath return to me, I moved the hair out of her face, leaning up to kiss her.
“We should go before you catch your death,” I said to her. “Come on.”
She sighed, moving off me and fetching her dress as I looked for my clothes by the tree. I quickly pulled them on, turning to see her looking down at the scrap of material that was left of her underwear in her fingertips. She looked over at me and laughed.
“Sorry,” I grunted. “I’ll buy you as many as you want to replace them.”
She threw them into the bushes. “It’s okay. I have plenty. I just don’t want to mess up your bike seat.”
Chuckling, I closed the distance between her and I, pulling her in for a kiss, my other hand running down under her dress and sliding a finger up her swollen pussy. I pulled away, taking my finger coated in her juices, and sucked it clean. “Darlin’, I’d have your pussy on my bike any day of the week.”
She bit her bottom lip, unsure of something. I didn’t like to see the shadow of doubt creep into her like this. I grabbed her chin, pulling her face up to look at me.
“Where’s that confident girl that begged me to take her against a fucking tree with people looking on, huh?”
Slowly, the hellcat came back out and she shoved me back. “Let’s go.”
I put the helmet on her, and helped her onto the back of the bike. The look on her face told me that the feel of my seat against her bare and wet pussy was a new sensation she hadn’t experienced before. My cock was already hard again for her.
“Where to?”
“I have to get home, Coop. I have to work tomorrow.”
Her voice was sorrowful, and I knew our night was over. Hell, maybe this was the only chance I’d have with her. My worry that she was married washed over me again. Surely, Orla wouldn’t encourage her to sleep with me if she was married.
Fuck…Orla would. I knew it.
Jealousy raged inside of me at the thought that someone else could have her regularly, and that this would be the only time I could have her.
She rattled off her address and I kicked the stand up and tore out of the woods towards town. I knew the address.
It was in the middle of the suburbs, the middle class fuckers who looked down on our side of the town. Please tell me she hadn’t turned to one of those fuckers to marry.
She held onto me, her fingers digging into my bare skin under my shirt. Fuck.
I hadn’t had enough of Sheridan yet. I never would, probably, but I would have to lose the idea of ever having her again.
Slowly, as I rumbled into the quiet streets of the upper class, I looked at the house I pulled up at, wondering how she could afford such a house when she worked in the mall. She handed me the helmet, and I put it back on the bike behind me.
“Thank you, Cooper,” she said, softly. “I hope we can do it again.”
Surprise and hope bloomed in my chest as I looked over at her, pulling her up to me, my arm wrapping around her waist.
“Does that mean I won’t remain your dirty little secret?” I asked her.
“For now, I want to keep you to myself,” she said, putting her finger on my mouth. I sucked in one of her fingers and she gasped before she closed her eyes, relishing the feel.
“You got it. You know where to find me. Next time, I’ll take you to my place where no one knows I live and I’ll fuck you senseless, so you don’t worry about work the next day…or whoever you’re hiding me from.”
She sighed. “You always could read me like a book, Cooper.”
“Whoever he is,” I said, kissing her hand, before she dropped it. “He’s not worth it if he can’t keep you happy.”
Her smile returned. “Oh, is that jealousy I see sparking in your eyes?”
“Maybe,” I said, firmly. “We both know you’ve always been mine, Sheridan. I intend to stake my claim now that I’m back.”
She moaned softly, her eyes darkening with desire. She liked it when I called her mine. Just like the way I liked the sound of it on my tongue.
“I’m not dating anyone, Cooper, you can relax. But next time, if you wanted to claim me by telling me I’m yours, that’d be good too.”
I grabbed her hair and pulled her down to me, kissing her like I'd never see her again. “You are mine.”
She shuddered before she pulled away. “Go.”
I smirked at her, kicking my stand up again and tearing off into the night just as she opened the door and headed inside.