Chapter 9
Pike
What the fuck am I doing? Why am I on my goddamn knees one more time in front of this girl? There should be an easy answer to that question, yet there isn’t. I came here for our shit, not for her, and definitely not for another taste of her. Yet, I can’t seem to stop myself from leaning in and taking what I want. I growl as I lick her. I groan as her taste fills my mouth. This is fucked up. I’m fucked up. Maybe Mask was right. He should have sent someone else in here. Maybe he was right not to trust this to me.
“Spread your legs, Jailbait.” It’s a demand she listens to. She spreads her legs for me, giving me exactly what I want. She’s open to me and only me. I run my tongue over her clit, and she jerks, so I slide my hands up her thighs and squeeze roughly. Maybe it’ll leave a mark, maybe it won’t but at the moment, I don’t really care either way.
I slip a hand higher and slide two fingers inside of her, coating them in her juices as I finger fuck her one more time. It would be so easy to take her and fuck her. I could bend her over the sofa and take what I really want from her. Just the thought makes my cock harder than before. Just smelling her arousal has that motherfucker standing and wanting inside of her. But we’re here for a reason. And I plan on getting it out of her.
Thrust after thrust, I slam my fingers inside her as she mewls above me. Slickness coats her thighs and leaks down her legs. Fuck I didn’t think it would be this good. When I know she’s close, I pull away and stand up in front of her, keeping my fingers inside of her. She looks at me, her eyes wide and full of lust.
“Please,” she begs me, and I like it. No, I love hearing her beg me to come. I want her to coat my fingers in all that is her. I want everything, but I want to hear her beg for it first.
“I’ll let you come, Feather. It’ll be so good, too, but I want my shit back. I’ll give you forty-eight hours to return it. That sound good?” Thrust, thrust, thrust. I keep her on her edge. I want an answer before I let her come.
“Okay. Okay! Just please don’t stop,” she begs me. I smirk at her and then lean in, pressing my lips to her neck. I run my tongue over her flesh, and I nearly come in my fucking jeans. I want inside her so badly it fucking hurts, but I know why I’m here, and I have a job to do.
I pull my fingers out and rub her clit until she’s almost there. Then I thrust my fingers back inside her and listen to her scream for me.
“Pike!” My goddamn name on her lips has never sounded so good. Her pussy spasms and clenches around me, keeping me held tight as she lets go and releases all over me. Cum leaks down her thighs, and I haven’t seen anything sexier than that in a long time.
I pull my fingers free from her and bring them to my mouth, sucking them clean.
“Next time, it’ll be my cum leakin’ down those pretty little thighs of yours.”
“Next time?”
“Yeah. You heard me right. I don’t think I’m done with you just yet, Jailbait. You taste too fuckin’ good.”
“I … I have a boyfriend.”
“And I told you I didn’t care.”
“What do you want from me?”
“I want all your orgasms, Feather. I want your body all over me.”
“We can’t do that,” she says softly. I shake my head and smile at her. She doesn’t have a choice in the matter. I will have her. I will own her. I will do whatever I have to to get inside her. She just doesn’t know that yet.
“We can do that. Forty-eight hours, Jailbait. That’s all I’m givin’ you.”
“What if I can’t do it?”
“You can.”
“But what if I can’t?” I eye her now. I want to know why she wouldn’t be able to do it. Why she can’t give us our shit back. There’s something she isn’t telling me, and now that’s piqued my interest. I want to know more.
“Then you come to me in forty-eight hours and tell me why.”
“Pike, I can’t do this,” she exclaims, sounding exasperated.
“Your boyfriend have anything to do with this?” Her eyes shoot to mine now, and there’s my answer. He plays some kind of role in this. I’m not sure what it is, but I will find out. I walk closer to her, grip her face in my hand, and look her in the eyes.
“We’re not the good guys, Feather. We’re not the ones you should fuck with.”
“I told him that.”
“Then why’d you do it?”
“I don’t have a choice.”
“You always have a choice. I suggest you think long and hard about the one you’re makin’ stealin’ our shit.” With that, I drop a kiss on her forehead and pull away. I turn and walk out of her bedroom and down the hall to the front door.
I’m walking down the front steps when I hear the door open behind me.
“What if he’s the reason I can’t get your shit back?” I turn to look over my shoulder at her. She looks distressed like she doesn’t know what to do with herself.
“Then you come to me, Feather. You tell me the truth, and I’ll handle it.”
“It’s not that easy, Pike.”
“It can be. I won’t let this shit slide.” She nods her head slowly before I climb on my bike and rev the engine. I take one last look at her before taking off and heading down the street. Her words make me wonder what the hell he’s got over her. What is his part in this?
The guys pulled the feed last night and we did see her with a man who wasn’t one of us. I was dead set on finding out who he is, but now I think I’ll sit back and let her do all the dirty work for me. I think I’ll wait for her to come to me, and I think she will. I think she’ll show up in a few days to ask for help.
I make it back to the clubhouse and kill the engine before climbing off my bike and heading inside.
“You get our shit?”
“Wasn’t at the house. I gave her forty-eight hours to bring it back.”
“You think she’s gonna do that?” Mask asks, looking at me intently. I shake my head.
“I don’t think it’s her. I think it’s her man orchestrating this shit. I told her we’d help get it back if she needed it.”
“Let me get this right. The girl steals our shit, and you offer her help?” Mask asks me. I nod my head.
“Yeah.”
“What the fuck, Pike?”
“She’s not doin’ this alone. She had help.”
“And you think she’s gonna just show up here and ask for help?”
“Yeah, I do. You didn’t see the look on her face, brother. She’ll show up.”
“You seem pretty confident about that.”
“I am,” I reply with a smirk.
“He fucked her,” Van declares, crossing his arms over his chest.
“I didn’t fuck her.”
“Yeah, you did. I see that smug ass look all over your face,” he argues.
“I didn’t need to fuck her. She’s gonna get our shit back.” I walk past the guys and into the clubhouse, heading toward the bar for a beer.