Chapter 12
TWELVE
Ox
Every nerve in my body was on edge and my cock was punching a hole through my jeans like a wild animal angling to get out. As soon as the door locked behind us, I couldn’t keep my hands off my woman.
Growling, I attacked. Lifting Kayla into my arms, I settled her ass down onto the sink. When she spread her legs to permit me entrance, I burrowed between her thighs and began devouring her mouth. My blood was pumping so hard, I felt like I was in flames. Kayla moaned as my tongue speared in and out of her mouth and my hard dick rubbed against the tight bud at her apex.
“You want more?” I baited, wanting to rip her pants down and bury my bone so deep inside her she’d feel me there for a solid week!
“Yes,” she begged, tugging on the hem of my shirt so she could get to my belt.
I chuckled as she desperately tried to unbuckle it but fumbled with the catch. “You want something, Babe?”
Scrabbling with the latch, Kayla finally freed the leather and drew down the zipper. “Umm,” I hummed, loving the way her soft hands felt on my skin. “That’s it. Take my cock out and give it a hard stroke.”
Like she was in a trance, Kayla got to her knees to worship at the altar of my cock. With her hands gripped around my girth, she gave it a few test pumps, and precome seeped from the slit and down the sides of my shaft.
Not wanting to waste a drop, Kayla leaned forward and licked the sticky trail like my dick was a cone, and my come her favorite flavor of ice cream. “Fuck!” I grunted out, the electric shock of her wet, raspy tongue gliding up and down the underside of my shaft driving me absolutely wild.
When she tickled the notch just along the underside of the head, I barked a sharp warning. “Keep being a tease and I’ll give you that spanking you wanted earlier.”
Her eyes lit up at my dark words. Opening her mouth wide, Kayla’s whiskey toned eyes traveled up to mine as she sucked me in nice and deep.
Digging my fingers into her scalp, I watched my big, thick length disappear into the cavern of her mouth. With each thrust, I pressed deeper. Demanding her to take more.
Kayla choked and spit began to run down her chin. “I love that sound,” I told her, as she grunted and struggled to keep up with my thrusts.
Needing a breath, Kayla let my dick slide out of her mouth. She began teasing the head of my cock by flicking her tongue just along the mushroom tip.
Sucking in a breath, a stab of pleasure shot down my spine. “What did I tell you about being a little cock tease, Babe?”
Slowing down her teasing even further, Kayla used the spit from her mouth to lube my dick and jerk it back and forth with her tiny fist. Looking up at me with those innocent, round doe-eyes of hers, she said, “You don’t like this?”
I grunted as she squeezed her fist and ran it toward the tip of my cock. Using her cupped hand, she cradled the head, massaging it with her slick hand. Fuck me, that felt amazing. Too good, in fact. If she kept it up, I was going to blow like Mt. Vesuvius right across her face and tits.
“Get up and put your hands on the sink,” I ordered, desperate to get her naked and speared on my throbbing dick.
Standing, Kayla dutifully turned around and placed her hands on the cold porcelain. The mirror in front of us allowed me to keep tabs on those beautiful eyes of hers.
Slapping her ass, I said, “Take down your pants. Leave the panties on.” Those I wanted to take down myself.
As soon as my palm made contact with Kayla’s round cheeks, she jumped. But those expressive eyes, they flashed, letting me know exactly how much she’d liked it. Well, I liked it too. And as soon as she got down those pants, I was going to show her exactly what she could look forward to. A little pain and a whole lot of pleasure whenever we fucked.
Kayla quickly complied, shimmying down her pants, which were so tight they cinched her legs together at the knees where they now rested. “Good girl,” I complimented, petting those soft, pearly globes. “You liked getting spanked, didn’t you?”
Eyes hooded with lust, Kayla’s reflection nodded in the mirror.
“Say it,” I demanded, squeezing her left cheek hard.
“Yes,” she hurriedly supplied, shifting from side to side with restless energy.
Probing the seam of her panties with my finger, I noted just how wet and creamy she was for me already. “Damn, you get so nice and wet for me, Babe. I wonder how wet you’ll get if I spank this beautiful ass of yours nice and hard.”
Kayla moaned her response, sticking out her ass even farther for me to test my theory. Stroking her gently at first, I hefted each of her cheeks in my hand. Without warning, I gave the left one a test spank. The sharp sound reverberated off the walls of the tiled stall. When she took it like a champ, I gave her a few more, loving the way her ivory skin turned a blush pink the harder I used it.
Switching sides, I gave her an equal amount on the right. Soon, Kayla was moaning a garbled string of pleas for me to “fuck her hard”.
Checking her pussy again, I noted that she’d soaked clean through the scrap of cloth and her pleasure was now coating her inner thighs. Grabbing the string that divided her ass cheeks, I yanked to the side and snapped the straps.
Taking my cock in hand, I ran the flushed tip along her pussy lips, reveling in how soft and slick they were. Like fucking silk, they beckoned me to sink further into heaven. And that was exactly what I planned on doing.
“Reach between your legs and play with your clit,” I growled, wanting to see her shatter apart on my cock as I fucked her hard and fast in the mirror.
Like my own personal fantasy, Kayla complied. Moaning huskily as she teased and pleased herself.
Lining my dick up with her tight little slit, I lubed myself in her juices before ramming home. Seating myself balls deep in one quick stroke, I growled like a wild animal with instant carnal desire the moment I hit bottom.
“Fuck!” I hissed, pulling out slowly, before shooting forward again. “Your pussy feels like goddamned heaven to me, woman!”
Kayla’s cunt seized around my dick with my praise. I could tell she wasn’t far off from a blinding orgasm, and to be honest, neither was I. I knew the instant she exploded around my cock, I was going to shatter apart, too.
Seizing her hips, I grunted with each powerful stroke, trying to pace myself to stave off the inevitable. However, despite my best intentions, my body had a mind of it’s own, and it was demanding I fuck Kayla’s pussy harder and faster with each stroke.
“Please, more,” Kayla demanded, as I watched her eyes shudder closed in the mirror, euphoria just out of her reach.
“Look at me!” I ordered, wanting to see bliss in her eyes when she came. “Don’t stop looking. I want to see you come. You got me, Babe!”
Fighting the impulse to shut her eyes and surrender to the fire, Kayla braced her hands so hard on the sink her knuckles turned white. That’s when I really started to pound her cunt. She was going to feel it in the morning, but that’s okay. I planned on fucking her then, too.
We both began to moan and grunt like we’d gone absolutely feral. And we had. With lust for one another. I’d never known anything like it before. Our connection was so strong, it was almost preternatural. On another level. Even with the loud as fuck metal music playing in the background, I knew anyone within a ten foot radius of the bathrooms could hear us. Fuck, I bet there were bikers outside even now, gathered around the door listening. Well, let them listen. Let them hear my girl scream my fucking name. I was about to mark her so completely that no man would ever be confused about who she belonged to again.
“I can’t hold out any longer,” Kayla wailed, her hand furiously working her clit. “I’m going to come!”
“Come on my cock, Baby,” I shouted, needing to feel her channel lock around my shaft. “Do it now.”
As if she’d been waiting for my approval, Kayla went off like a pistol, her juices coating my dick with enough slickness for a slip and slide. Going into turbo mode, I fucked Kayla with the urgency of a man on death row. Stroking one last time, I tossed back my head and howled my orgasm into the confined space like an alpha wolf reaching out to his pack. After shuddering with aftershocks for several seconds, I slowly withdrew from my girl’s inviting core.
Barely able to hold herself upright anymore, Kayla sagged on the sink, catching her ragged breath. Once I’d tucked myself in and did up my pants, I grabbed a hunk of toilet paper and cleaned up the lovely mess I’d made between her legs. It took more than one wad, but when I thought she was clean enough, I helped her back into her pants.
Turning her around to meet me, I lowered my mouth onto Kayla’s and said with a grin, “Now you truly know what it’s like to go to a biker bar!”
Kayla
Ox grinned and gave me a gentle, but firm, kiss on my swollen lips. “Now you truly know what it’s like to go to a biker bar!” He told me, slapping my now covered ass for good measure.
As soon as I was standing upright and mobile, we headed out of the bathroom. It was obvious by the looks on all the men’s faces as we passed by, we had been less than discrete. I knew I should be embarrassed, but I’d just had the most mind-blowing sex of my life, so I was riding a high no one could touch.
“You need something to drink, Babe?” Ox asked, leading me toward the bar.
After that workout, I was definitely parched. “Yeah, I’ll have another beer.”
After that, I think I’d be ready to go. It had been a long day and Ox had just put me through my paces in a serious way. I’d never been spanked before. But I had to admit, I was suddenly a real fan. But then again, I was a fan of everything Ox did to me.
Securing our beers at the bar, we made our way back to the Mavericks’ table. Melany smiled and winked at me over the lip of her beer. Blushing, I smiled back, knowing she’d tease me about my behavior later. I blamed it on the leather. A girl becomes a whole different person when she puts this magical fabric on!
Carmen was far less jovial when we returned. Her eyes were shooting daggers at me. But I didn’t care. Let her be pissy. Ox and I hadn’t done anything wrong, and I wasn’t going to pretend otherwise! Tossing her hair behind her shoulder, she disappeared into the crowd. A look of sheer determination on her face.
Easing his large frame down onto an empty chair, Ox pulled me into his lap once more. If I wasn’t careful, I was going to feel like this was home. If I was honest with myself, I already did. This man, who’d only just come into my life, had wormed his way so deep into my heart that I didn’t think I’d ever be able to dig him out. And even worse? I didn’t want to.
“Have you ever seen one before?” Hatchet was asking the men at the table. “It’s a real thing of beauty,” the biker was saying, like he was talking about some priceless piece of artwork hanging in the Louvre.
“Let’s go check it out,” Ox said, clearly enchanted with the idea of seeing whatever mechanical specimen they were discussing at the moment. “You want to go see it, Babe?”
Too tired to move after the pounding he’d just given me in the restroom, I smiled and said, “That’s okay. You go check it out. I’ll stay here with Melany until you get back.”
“Suit yourself,” Ox said, giving me a quick kiss before heading out front with Hatchet to ogle some bike they both had a hard-on for.
“Boys and their toys!” Melany said, a loving grin curving her cherry red lips.
I giggled then. “No matter how old they are, they’re all just children stuck in an adult’s body!”
“That’s for sure!” Melany cackled.
We chatted about our men for a bit then. Melany was filling me in all about Club life and what it meant to be an Old Lady. She’d made me laugh so hard with her colorful descriptions, I’d nearly snorted beer out of my nose!
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Carmen strolling with Geo, the VP of the Mavericks. As they parted, Geo lazily did up his zipper and strode up to our table. Gee, I wonder what those two had been up to? Well, whatever it was, I was grateful he was distracting the hateful woman from tormenting me. As far as I was concerned, the longer the VP of the Mavericks kept Carmen satisfied, the better.
A waitress came around then and dropped off a tray of beers onto our table. Geo snagged one and said, “What are you two lovely ladies going on about?”
Helping herself to one of the beers, Melany popped the top on the edge of the table. “Just that men are eternal children.”
Geo rolled his eyes and took a seat beside me. “I don’t know about everyone else here, but I’m all man,” he announced, giving me a very meaningful stare.
Oh boy. I wasn’t going there tonight. Deciding I’d have just one more beer, I took one from the center of the table to keep my warm, comfortable buzz going.
“Where is everybody?” Geo asked then, looking around the room for his Brothers.
“Most of the boys are outside looking at some souped up Harley,” Melany explained. “You should go and join them.”
“Nah,” he said, leaning back in his chair and looking at me with lazy interest. “I like where I am, right now.”
Geo was good looking. There was no question about it. He had crystal blue eyes, pitch dark hair, and a chiseled jawline that wouldn’t have been out of place on a runway model. But he wasn’t Ox. And, handsome or not, he didn’t entice me one little bit. I belonged to the giant of a man who first won my trust, then my heart, from the first moment we’d met.
Melany’s phone began to flash and she checked the screen. “Be right back, my sister’s calling and she’s set to go into labor any day now.”
As soon as she left, I felt vulnerable, naked and exposed, seated beside Geo. The man clearly liked pursuing women like some men liked to hunt. The more their prey eluded them, the more they enjoyed stalking them. And I’m sure the fact that I was uninterested and unavailable, only made the chase all the sweeter to this biker who could have his pick of available women.
“So how was your first time?” Geo posed then, grinning from ear to ear.
Though I couldn’t see them, the heat emanating from my ears told me they were as flushed as the rest of me. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said, uncomfortable with the seemingly intimate question.
Geo’s grin widened. “Melany said you’d never been to a biker bar before,” he clarified. “What do you think?”
My flush only deepened when I realized I’d fallen for the verbal trap. “It’s fun,” I said lamely.
“Sure sounded like you were having a lot of fun in the bathroom earlier with Ox,” Geo quipped. His blue gaze traveled directly to my overflowing corset with clear appreciation for my finer assets.
My past sins had officially come to haunt me. That was faster than expected.
When I ignored his statement, Geo plowed forward. “Can’t say he’s not a lucky man. Everybody’s been saying so,” he added for good measure.
“It seemed like you were having a lot of fun yourself, earlier,” I discreetly pointed out. “So I’m not sure how you had time to notice what Ox and I were up to.”
Geo frowned until he realized what I was referring to. “Are you talking about Carmen?” He laughed. “Baby, that was just scratching an itch. She doesn’t mean anything to me.”
Disgust rose in my throat at his callous words. I might not like Carmen, but she didn’t deserve to be treated like she was disposable by these men. “I’m not your ‘Baby’. And it’s really none of my business.”
He put his hands in the air, pretending to call a truce. “I didn’t mean any offense. I didn’t realize Ox was your Old Man. I thought you two were just passing time, is all. You know, kind of like he passed time with Carmen before you met.”
Geo wasn’t just good looking. He was smart, too. He knew what barbs to cast to wound me best. I’m sure he used this trick countless times before to break down a woman’s defenses. Convince her she could do better than the man she was currently with by offering evidence about his poor, past choices. Then, when she was most vulnerable, and preferably drunk, he’d swoop in and offer her a place in his bed to soothe the pain. What a prince.
I only stared back at the wily man, refusing to offer any words that he could twist or manipulate about Ox’s “involvement” with Carmen.
“You don’t believe me?” he said, pressing the issue.
“I don’t care,” I returned, getting supremely annoyed with his persistence.
Geo’s smile told me he didn’t believe me. “Sure, Babe. Whatever you say.”
A tornado of rage began to swirl in my chest, but I fought it back. “Ox wasn’t a monk before we met, so I didn’t expect him to act like one.”
Tossing back his head, Geo barked a laugh. “If you only knew! That man is the least holy of us all.”
I shouldn’t do it. Talk to the devil, that is. He always knew just what to say and how best to say it. But I was human. And weak. And I wanted to know more.
My stomach clenched. “What is that supposed to mean?”
Geo shrugged, loving his new found power over me. “I thought you didn’t care.”
Grinding my teeth, I sipped my beer. “I don’t. You brought it up. Not me.”
Using the excuse of grabbing another beer off the center of the table, Geo scooched closer. “I just don’t want to see you hurt, is all.”
I rolled my eyes. “Sure. Because you care so much about me!”
“I thought bikers were the ones that were supposed to be jaded and distrustful. Not pretty little nurses with killer bodies,” he teased.
“You underestimate my profession, then,” I quipped dryly.
Geo laughed and his leg brushed up against mine. It was such a slight movement, but I didn’t doubt the subtle move was every bit as calculated as the man himself. “I like you, Kayla. You’re smart, funny, and a fucking smoke show. Especially in that leather top.” His gaze dropped to my breasts as he whistled his approval.
I didn’t doubt Geo liked my looks. I mean, what did he gain by lying? But I believed he liked the chase more. Some men lived for the thrill of the hunt. And the more it evaded them, the more invested they became.
I sensed when Geo and Ox had interacted earlier that the two weren’t particularly close. Maybe less than close. More like two men who didn’t like each other one bit. Now, here I came along, an easy way for Geo to hurt his “frenemy” while satisfying his baser urges at the same time. It wasn’t flattering, but it was probably the most accurate description of what was going on here.
Nervously, I tucked a strand of honey-blonde hair behind my ear. “Something tells me your interests are varied and quite open ended, Geo.”
The biker’s blue eyes sparkled with dark interest. “You have no idea. But I’d love to show you some time.”
“Love to show her what?” Ox demanded then, moving exceptionally stealthily for someone as large as he was. I supposed it hadn’t helped that the room was so loud and I had a pretty good buzz going on to further distract me from his arrival.
“He wanted to show me the bike outside,” I quickly returned, hating the fib, but hating the idea of a fight more. “I told him I wasn’t interested,” I added a little sharply.
Ox didn’t believe me. His intense, narrowed gaze said it all. “You’re sitting too close to my girl, Geo,” he returned, all of his six and a half feet looming over the smaller biker.
The VP only smiled, acting as though he didn’t have a care in the world. And, surrounded by his buddies, he probably didn’t. As big as Ox was, he couldn’t take them all. I had no doubt the Mavericks would support Geo over Ox if it came down to it. It didn’t matter who was in the right. MCs stuck together no matter what. Ox had told me that himself.
Geo knitted his fingers together and casually placed them on the back of his head. “I moved close because it’s loud in here. I wanted to make sure Kayla heard my offer.”
Taking a heavy step forward, Ox leveled the man with the most intense stare I’d ever beheld. “You got your answer. She doesn’t want to go anywhere with you, Geo. Now get the fuck out of my seat.”
This unfortunate situation was degenerating faster than I could ever hope to stop it. Standing, I said, “I’m tired and ready to go, Ox. Will you take me home?”
There was a tense moment where I thought he might say fuck it and drill Geo directly in the face with his fist. But, ever the one in control of his emotions, Ox tore his menacing gaze from the biker seated next to me and said, “Sure, Babe. I’ll take you home with me.”
If I wasn’t mistaken, there was extra emphasis on the words “with me” when he’d said them. Melany walked back to the table slowly then, picking up the sudden tension between the men. Her gaze traveled between Ox and Geo, identifying the origin of the problem lay between them.
“How long was I gone for?” she spoke to no one in particular. “I feel like I’ve missed a lot.”
Needing to pee before we left, I said, “I’m just going to run to the bathroom before we go. Melany and I will be right back.”
Without waiting for approval, I headed toward the bathroom. My bladder was about to burst, but I also needed to tell Melany what happened and get her advice on the matter before I got into the truck with Ox and walked into unknown territory.
As soon as we were in line, Melany said, “Okay, spill. What happened when I was gone? Ox looked pissed and Geo smug, so I know we were seconds away from all out war.”
She wasn’t kidding. I told her about what Geo had said and she swore. “He might be my man’s VP, and a loyal son-of-a-bitch at that, but the man’s a shameless pig.”
“Yeah, I’ve only known him for a day, but I’m getting that impression,” I confirmed. “What do you think I should do about this?”
Melany toggled her head back and forth. “Not much you can do. The good thing is he’s not in your man’s Club. I’ve seen that shit happen before, and it ain’t pretty. Bikers aren’t forgiving when you mess with what’s theirs. That shit usually only ends one way—in blood and violence.”
That was the truth if I’d ever heard it. “Did I do the right thing? Not telling Ox everything Geo said?”
“I’m not sure if it’s the right thing or the wrong thing,” Melany confessed, “but it’s what I would have done if I was in your shoes. I’d wait until everyone was sober before I told Ox the rest. That way, he’ll act with deliberation, not emotions.”
That was some sound advice. “Thanks. I appreciate it. I’m so new to all this, I’m afraid I’ll mess things up between Ox and me before they even have a chance to get going. And that’s the last thing I want to do.”
Melany’s phone lit up again. “Damn! My sister must actually be going into labor this time. I gotta call her back and find Hatchet. Will you be okay waiting in line by yourself?”
Because we were up next, I didn’t see why this would be a problem. “Of course. Text me to let me know if she’s okay.”
Melany gave me a hug then dipped out of line and back into the bar in search of Hatchet. The bathroom opened up then and I went inside. When I came out, the bar seemed much more full than before. As I scanned the sea of faces, I began to notice a few familiar ones. My eyes shot down to their vests when I realized why I recognized them. They were all members of the Watchmen MC. They must have come in through the back entrance of the bar. Ox probably didn’t even know they were here yet.
Keeping my head low, I knew I had to get back to Ox before anyone recognized me. Dressed how I was, that was going to be a problem. Already, the men in the room were staring at me. Their hungry gazes devouring every aspect of my body the closer I got to them.
The light of recognition shone in the eyes of one of the men then. Though I didn’t know his name, he obviously knew mine.
Elbowing his friend in the gut, I overheard the word, “Ghost’s girl,” before I outright panicked and began to run.
Unfortunately, I didn’t make it very far. A large man with a smoky gray beard and pale blue eyes stopped me dead. “Where are you going, Princess?”
Despite not wanting to show fear, I began to compulsively shake. Looking at the patch on the man’s chest, it read “Maze” and “Prez” on the embroidered fabric.
Swallowing the lump of dread in my throat, I said, “I need to get back to work,” hoping I could trick them into thinking I was one of the servers. It was a long shot, but my only hope.
Chuckling, Maze shook his head. “I don’t think so, Kayla. I know somebody who’s looking for you. And now that you’ve run so sweetly into my arms, I’m not letting you go. Somebody take this bitch outside and call Ghost,” the biker called over his shoulder. “I’ve got an early Christmas present for our Road Master that he’s going to love.”