2. Chapter Two
Chapter Two
Two weeks ago
“Got damn. Got damn,” Foolish repeats and hands me the joint we’ve been passing back and forth for the past ten minutes.
“What are you losing your shit about? You think you see Bigfoot or some shit?” I take a hard drag. The smoke curls through my lungs in a thick cloud. Wouldn’t be the first time Baby Doll’s Bush has caused a brother to hallucinate. Crazy bitch grows some potent shit out in Oregon.
“Not this time. I’m talking about that ass.” He hits my chest and motions across the backyard to the other side of the firepit where some sweet piece is bent over one of the galvanized tanks serving as a cooler, fishing out a beer. “Who is that?”
“I’m about to find out.” I plug the joint between my lips and stumble out of my lawn chair toward the daisy dukes that are hugging that fine as fuck derriere. “Can I get one of those?” I slap the chick on the ass.
She jerks upright and turns around, holding out a beer. Willow smirks at me and my heart drops to my fucking feet. The joint falls out of my mouth. I just smacked Woods’ sister’s ass. I glance around to see if he’s around.
“What was that for?” She extends an arm, waiting for me to accept the dripping can.
I swallow hard. “Thought you were someone else. Isn’t it past your bedtime?” I grin and swipe the can from her hand. Her soft fingers brush my rough ones.
“Why? You offering to tuck me in?” She pops the tab on her beer and sucks down a drink while I grab the joint off the ground.
My gaze hits her tan legs and slides up the rest of her frame. Willow’s always been a pretty little thing, but tonight there’s something different about her.
She’s gotten hot. I immediately want to punch myself in the dick for thinking about her like that. I’ve always looked at her like a bratty kid sister.
“Are you old enough to drink that?” I ask, reminding myself that the beauty standing in front of me is too damn young for me and off-limits.
Woods would rip off my nuts and staple them to the front door of the clubhouse if I made a pass at her.
Hell, I’d offer to help him if it were any brother in this club staring at her ass the way I just was. Like Foolish was.
I look back to where the prospect sits, debating on kicking his ass. He’s the one who pointed her out to me.
She lifts a shoulder. “You gonna go tattle on me?”
“’Course not. Just don’t overdo it.”
“Okay, Dad.” She shakes her head.“Just behave. All right.”
She stares up at me, batting her thick lashes. “What would be the fun in that?” Condensation from her can drips between her tits as she takes another drink.
Fuck. Now I’m staring at the way the lace of her bra is playing peekaboo with the V-shape of her of her thin pink shirt that leaves little to the imagination. I need to lay off Bay Doll’s Bush. Shit is fucking with my head. I stuff the joint back between my lips, and she snatches it away.
“Give that back.”
“Make me,” she mocks and takes off running between the trees to hide, like she did when we were kids. I stare up at the starless sky and count to ten. Shit isn’t funny.
“Catch me if you can,” her voice carries over the music.
I stalk into the dark, leaving the party behind.
A flash of the pink ribbon tied in her sandy brown hair wisps out from behind a tree.
“Got you,” I mutter. I maneuver through the forest as quietly as a damn church mouse. I grab the end of the ribbon and give it a yank as I step around the trunk.
Willow giggles and darts to the next tree. The soft sound travels straight to my dick. I crush the pink ribbon between my fingers and shove it into my pocket.
She’s such a brat.
I should spank her ass because her daddy never did. Would serve her right.
My mind flashes to the thought. Bending her over my knee and spanking her perfect ass until it's glowing red with my handprint.
Fuck me. I can’t be having these thoughts. Not about her.
Anyone but Willow.
I shouldn’t feed into her childish game, but I can’t stop myself from following her deeper into the woods. Her laughter echoes between the trees. The moonlight shines overhead, disappearing between the treetops. Lightning bugs glitter in the dark of night.
The noise of the party is barely audible now.
“C’mon, Low. That’s enough,” I grumble.
“Sourpuss,” she calls back, giving her position away. I find her leaning against the trunk of a large oak tree.
She tosses her empty beer can onto the ground.
Her chest heaves with exertion, drawing my attention back to the way her tits are about to fall out of her top.
She pushes her hand into the pocket of my jeans, retrieving my Zippo.
Her eyes stay on me, daring me to challenge her as she fires up my joint.
“What are you doing?”
“Having fun. You should try it sometime.” The end burns orange. Glowing. She inhales. The embers burn between us.
She blows smoke in my face. The haze between her making her look like a ghost or a dream come true. I can’t decide which.
“I have plenty of fun.” I grab the joint and my lighter.
“Never with me. At least not anymore.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I see the way you look at me sometimes. Like it hurts to. Either that or like you hate me. I just can’t figure out why or what I did.”
“How much of you had to drink?” I take a hard draw.
“Not nearly enough.”
“I could never hate you.” I reach around her and snuff out the joint, putting it in my pocket with her ribbon. I pull the ribbon out and shove it into the front pocket of her shorts.
“Why, Braxton Gray, you’ve got your hand in my pants.” She giggles, and I look down. I’m more fucked up than I thought I was. My palm flattens against the lace of her undies. She shifts, and my fingers touch a wet spot.
Goddamn. I groan as she flutters them long dark lashes, pouting her perfectly kissable lips. I’m going to hell. I’m practically palming her pussy. I can’t help but wonder if she’s bare, has a landing strip, or goes all natural. I’m a man and Willow Woods is all woman now.
The way she curves against my touch, wanting something I can’t give her, is evidence of that.
She’s no longer my best friend’s bratty little sister. She’s a woman I want to fucking taste.
“Um, Gray.”
“Yeah, pipsqueak?”
“Are you going to just stand here with your hand in my pants, or are you going to touch me?”
“Shit. Sorry.” I jerk my hand out of her pants and take a step back. I don’t know which of us is more disappointed, but I can’t go there. Not with her.
Never with her.
No matter how damn bad I want it. And, fuck me, do I want her.
To touch her. Taste her. Consume her. Own her.
The thought of having her is painful. My cock strains against my jeans.
The idea of her coming undone at my touch has me rock hard.
Has me saying Kaylene, who? The woman I’ve been off and on again with is the farthest thing from my mind.
“We should get back to the party before someone notices you’re gone and comes looking. I’d hate for them to get the wrong idea.”
“No one is coming out here looking for me.”
“I need another beer,” I mutter. I’m a fucking coward.
“What about what I need?” she huffs.
I back her into the tree, leaning in close.
The sweet scent of her perfume invades my senses.
I put my forearm over her head. The rough bark grating against my skin.
Willow stares up at me, her lips parted, eyes full of wonder.
I tuck her sandy brown hair behind her ear, trailing the rough pad of my finger along her jaw and down her neck.
Goosebumps pebbles along her skin as I continue tracing down her chest and between the valley of her breasts.
“What is it that you think you need?”
“A real man.” Her lips press to mine, the sweetest of sins. The most forbidden of troubles.
“Can’t be me, babe.” I pull back chock-full of regret.
“Can’t or won’t?” her voice comes out in a hoarse whisper that caresses my cock.
I breathe in deep, scrubbing a palm over my face, closing my eyes. “Both,” I confess. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t wish I could.” I open my eyes, but she’s gone.
I watch her stomp through the woods, hating her walking away, but knowing it’s for the best. I’m not the man she needs or should want.
Hell, no one in this club is good enough for Willow.
My chest squeezes tight at the thought of her with another brother of the club.
Hell, the thought of her with anyone damn near kills me.
It shouldn’t. But fuck me. Realization hits me like a ton of bricks.
Willow Woods is under my fucking skin and in my veins.
I only know of one way to bleed her out. I can’t do that. Not to her.
Not only would Woods kill me. Hurting her would fucking gut me.
She can’t be another notch on my bedpost.
I head back to the party with an ache in my chest. A desire to say fuck it and take what I want.
Willow is nowhere to be seen. Guess she got smart and went home.
I grab another beer and look for someone to scratch my itch.
Someone to make me forget that I was about to risk everything I’ve worked for.
I can’t go blowing my life up for some pussy. Even as I think it, I know better. Willow could never be just pussy. She’s everything that’s good in the world. Pure. Sweet. Too damn sweet.
I chug my beer and toss the empty can into the bonfire.
“There you are, handsome.” Madz saunters over to me. She’s the opposite of Willow. An easy fuck. Someone who knows that I’m never going to give her anything more than sex. No strings. No expectations. She won’t go catching feelings.
Tonight she’s the perfect target for working out my frustrations with.
I’ve gotta get Willow out of my head before we ride out to California for the annual rally Big Daddy holds. She’ll be riding bitch with me, and the last thing I need is to be distracted by thoughts of wanting to fuck my best friend’s little sister.
“Let’s take this party inside.” I squeeze her ass and she laughs.
“Someone’s missed me.”
“Something like that.”
We end up in her room. I never take whores to my room here, even though it’s just down the hallway. I only sleep here when I’m too fucked up to drive home.
I don’t even bother kicking off my boots. I don’t intend to spend the night. I’m going to get my rocks off, then go home. Alone.
Madz smiles at me, eager and ready to please.
I undo my zipper and she gets down on her knees. She licks her lips, then spits on her palm before wrapping it around my cock to stroke me.
Truth is, I’m still heated from that scene in the woods with Willow. My mind flashes to the image of her pinned to the tree, gazing up at me, daring me to make a move. Fuck me. My little pipsqueak was hot and ready for it. Ready to be taken by a bastard like me.
A man who doesn’t do relationships. A man who fucks. I don’t do love.
Stroking a finger along her jaw, I coax her mouth open.
Her tongue darts out to lick the tip of my cock.
She bats her lashes, but the eyes gazing up at me aren’t the ones I wish to see.
No. My mind is still back in the woods, craving something I can never have.
I close my eyes and imagine the fist stroking my length belongs to a forbidden beauty.
Madz suctions her hot mouth around me, licking and sucking like a good girl. “That’s it, Low,” I grit through my teeth. Her teeth rake over me, and I let out a hiss. “Such a good girl. Damn, pipsqueak.”
“What did you call me?” Madz snaps. Her eyes blazing with an inferno that could strike down any man.
My brain catches up with my mouth as she pops me from between her lips. “Shit. I didn’t mean it.”
“Right. Sure. Because we look so much alike.” She sneers and shoves at me before getting to her feet. “Get out,” she huffs, putting a hand on her hip and pointing to the door with the other.
“C’mon. It was an accident.”
“Don’t do that. I always knew she had a thing for you. I just never thought you looked at her that way.”
“Madz.”
“It’s fine. I’ll keep your dirty little secret, but know this. I will never touch you again. Not when your heart belongs to someone like her.”
“Whatever.” I tuck my dick back into my jeans. She’s full of it. I know Madz has a crush on me. I’ve wounded her pride, but she’ll come around. Women like her always do.
I stomp down to my room and take matters into my own hands. It doesn’t take much to get off. A few flashes of Willow in my head does the trick.
Fuck Madz.