22. Finleigh
Finleigh
“W hat does it mean to become an ol’ lady?” I ask Candy as I help her take inventory of the empty shelves, eating the tiny gummy frogs and sharks as I go. Sick, I know, eating frogs, when Flip is so important to me.
“Right for the hard questions, huh?” she laughs.
“It means you are the luckiest damn girl in the world,” Trista chimes in, a flash of envy in her eyes as she counts the suckers in a bin.
“They will burn the entire world down for you.” I think they already have.
“No one in the club will touch you for fear of their life, but they will lay that same life down for you and the babes.” She reaches out to touch me but pulls her hand back.
“It’s okay,” I encourage. Her fingers touch me, and she smiles as the baby moves.
“That’s beautiful,” Trista murmurs. “I’m sorry I tried to go for Brute when you got here.” Our eyes meet, and she seems genuinely sincere. “They don’t bring a lot of women around, so I was sort of…testing you, I guess.”
I frown; it bothers me that she thought to do that. “Testing me. Did I pass?”
She bursts out laughing. “With flying colors. Those men are devoted to you. Obsessed with you, really. I’ve never seen anything like it, and I grew up in this life.”
“You did?” I never would have thought that.
“Yeah, my mom was a club whore in Candy’s day. She died one, too. I don’t know why I thought I’d be any different.” I reach out at the sadness in her tone and embrace her. She’s shocked and remains frozen at first, then returns the gesture. “Thanks, Finleigh. You really are just what they need.”
Drawing back, I consider the club girls in a new light.
They’ve been mainly friendly with me so far but have remained at a distance.
Though when we brought Flip back, they did warm up a bit more, laughing and eating with me.
I hadn’t felt quite so left out, and it made it easier to be more open with everyone in the club.
“Have you thought about life outside of here?” I ask, and she looks at me like I have two heads. “I just mean, you can have the great love, too, even if it’s not with one of the members.”
Candy snorts and twirls a lock of Trista’s blonde hair around her finger before saying, “She’s not wrong, hon.” I hadn’t expected her to agree with me.
“I wouldn’t know what to do in the real world. Club life is all I’ve known.”
I don’t pressure Trista. She’s clearly uncomfortable in the conversation, and I have an inkling of why. She’s been passed around from man to man for years, and her confidence with an average Joe might not be the same.
Rumbling bikes approach, and my heart flutters with hope that it’s Brute and Axl.
I wasn’t prepared when I walked into that barn this morning.
Not for what I saw them about to do, and not for who they held captive.
However, locking eyes with the initiator of my assault shifted something in my soul as I realized he was there to die.
I’d recognized the other men, already dead on the ground, and felt nothing.
And when I’d told Viking some people needed to die, it was there that I realized how true my words were.
Walking away with the knowledge that my tormentors would no longer breathe the same air as me lifted a weight off my shoulders.
All the pain my body and heart went through at their hands was released like doves from a box.
I felt nothing towards them. Having the final word and leaving them to their demise has given me new life, and I plan to enjoy every moment of it.
“Fin!” Viking calls from the doorway, waving me over with a hand.
“It’s them?” I figured it was, but didn’t want to hope too much.
“Like they’d leave you for long.” He shakes his head, laughter in his eyes, as he watches me step outside and wait for my men to approach.
Axl pulls in first, with Brute not far behind. I’ve learned that each of their positions in the club shapes their road formation, but none of that matters as I study them in their element.
Biting my lip, my core pulses, and my thighs rub together, trying to hold my desire at bay.
It doesn’t work because when they dismount, my heart stutters, and butterflies erupt in my belly.
The leather vests, form-fitting jeans, and menacing scowls drive my libido wild.
The pregnancy hormones really don’t help, either.
Focusing on my breathing, I walk up to where Axl stands next to his bike, speaking to Swamp and pointing to the mechanics shop next door. Rubbing my hands up the front of his body, his eyes immediately seize mine.
Gripping my wrists, our gazes remain locked as he continues to speak with Swamp. “Let him know his bike is done, and I’ll be there in a bit.” Licking my lips, his eyes follow the movement, darkening with need for my silent offering.
Swamp senses the tension between us and laughs. “Don’t keep him too long. He’s been bitching for a couple of days now, and I’m ready to pop him in the mouth.”
“Whatever,” Axl mutters, one hand sliding around my back and up my shirt while the other grips my throat. I melt like molten chocolate and moan loud enough that I’m heard behind us. “What has gotten into you?” Axl nuzzles his nose against my cheek before licking me up like his favorite candy.
“The motorcycle.” I gasp when Brute shuffles in at my back, one hand slipping into my hair and the other holding my throat under Axl’s.
They could squeeze and cease my breathing if they wanted to.
It’s part of the thrill—knowing that they could but won’t.
“Seeing you on them, my pussy is soaked. Throbbing.” I moan as Brute leans down and bites my neck.
He loves leaving teeth marks. A beast…my beast.
“You need a dick in that pretty little cunt, princess?” I quiver at Axl’s question. “Maybe one in your ass and one all the way down this slutty throat instead.” Whimpering, the slam of a car door penetrates my haze, but who cares? They could fuck me right here, and I’d probably beg for more.
“Please….” Whining into Brute’s mouth when he sweeps his tongue past my lips, he plunders me until my ears ring and breathing becomes a necessity.
“Office has a couch,” Candy offers, giggling with Trista.
“I’m sorry,” I mutter as I’m picked up and carried inside. Everything moves so fast, I don’t have time to register that we’re in a locked room.
“Pants off,” Brute grunts, yanking them down before I can reach for them. He grips the front of my panties and tears them away in one swift move that excites my already eager body.
Believing I’m about to have my brains fucked out, I’m surprised when Axl kneels in front of me, placing one leg over his shoulder and burying his face in my core.
“Oh!” I grasp his hair and nearly fall over as he sucks my clit until I’m fighting for air. It’s too much, too intense, too relieving.
Brute sits on the couch behind Axl, dick out, and ties my shredded panties around his flesh, before stroking it.
“I’m not fucking coming until I’m in that mouth, and he’s deep in your ass,” he explains.
I’m about to ask why we’re not doing just that when he says, “We don’t have time now. One more body to drop today.”
Whimpering as Axl shoves three fingers in my eager pussy, he wastes no time stroking my G-spot until my climax detonates. Legs shake, white spots dance in my vision, and I sob from the pressure.
Axl catches me as I fall, holding me to his chest until I can gather myself. “I don’t have any panties now.” Brute shrugs at my pouting as he stands up, dick still tied up, and zips his jeans.
He grips my hair and drags me to my feet. “You’re going to be riding this dick often; you don’t need fucking panties.”
While Brute slants his mouth across mine, Axl squeezes my ass in his palms and murmurs in my ear, “The pleasure is all for us tonight. Be ready.”
He leaves with that warning ringing in my head, wondering what they plan to do to me, and equally excited.
Brute helps me into my pants before leading me back into the shop and grabbing a handful of suckers, placing them in my hand with instructions.
“Start practicing. My dick is greedy for your mouth.” Trailing his fingertip around my lips, he slides his hand into my pants, wetting a finger before bringing it out, sucking my juices off, and groaning. “Better than any sweet in this store.”
Nipping the inside of my cheek, I hide my giggle as we exit the building, and he walks me over to Skinny Dick’s, ordering me a double cheeseburger with extra bacon, parmesan fries, and a sweet tea.
When my guys leave, Viking becomes my companion once again, and until he sits down next to me, his massive plate of food arriving with mine, I was a bit worried he might resent me.
“I could get used to bodyguard duty,” he grumbles around a big bite of his burger. “Every time you get fed, I get fed. I like this gig.” With a smile, he chugs back a beer and dives into his food with a flourish.