4. Chapter Four
Chapter Four
I watch Willow as she stares at the newcomers.
The Original Bastards MC of Charleston, West Virginia arrived earlier today.
They’ve also got Creed with them. He's from a different club, the Kings of Carnage. He travels around to different clubs doing prize fighting. I don’t know what he’s doing here.
I can only hope he steers clear of Willow.
I know his kind. Looking for some strange.
She’s gossiping with the chick who was riding on the back of his bike when he pulled up.
Fucker is notorious for being able to pull multiple women.
How he juggles them all, I don’t fucking know or care.
I crack my knuckles and track the fucker.
He’s having words with another guy they call Smoke.
Willow keeps checking him out, too. I shouldn’t care, but I do.
I can’t get her sweet ass in those shorts out of my head.
Every time I close my eyes, she’s all I see.
Her pinned against the tree, looking up at me like she sees something good. A man worth wanting.
A man worthy of all her love.
I’m not.
I’m not a good guy. If I were, I wouldn’t be thinking about dragging her off to the woods to have my way with her. To have her on her knees worshipping my cock, begging to suck it. I wouldn’t be staring at her now, wondering if she’s still a virgin.
Wondering if she’s been saving that cherry between her thighs for me to pick.
She catches me staring and blushes.
Fuck me, why does she have to appear so damn innocent. So pure. My greatest temptation. My mind drifts to thoughts of stripping her bare and tasting every virginal inch of her skin. Making her sweat. Covering her with my own. I flex my fists and grit my teeth.
A firm hand clamps my shoulder. “What’s got you wound up so tight?”
I glance over at Woods. The biggest reminder why I can’t have Willow. He’d skin me alive. I’m his best friend. His Vice President. I took an oath of loyalty, but resisting Willow may be my greatest test of brotherhood. Everyone knows the club princess is off-limits. It goes without saying.
“Too many new faces.”
“You worry too much.” He slaps a joint against my cut. “Relax.”
“Yeah,” I mutter, plugging the joint between my lips, thinking about heading back inside to where some of the whores are dancing. There’s only one way I’m going to fucking relax. Bleeding Willow Woods from my veins. I won’t be satisfied until I’ve had a taste of her.
“Get the dish soap from the kitchen.”
“What for?”
“Slip-n-slide time, man.” He laughs.
Great. Just what I need. Low in a bikini, flashing her goods for every single man here.
I’m standing at the edge of the lawn where the trees start, watching everyone bust their drunk as a skunk asses on the wet plastic.
The sight is comical. I nearly lose it when one of the prospects does a run and go and slides so fucking fast, he rams a shoulder into one of the tubs of beer and lands with his feet in the air.
What the fuck?
“My turn.” Willow saunters past me to get into line wearing a barely covering any-goddamn-thing pink polka dot two-piece.
She shakes her hands out at her sides, and that’s when I notice her ass is out, leaving little to the imagination.
The thin pink material is smothering between her ass cheeks right where I’d love to bury my tongue.
Everything is jiggling and when she turns to her side to laugh at something the guy next to her says I can see the whole side of her tit. She might as well be naked.
Woods is too busy talking to Murder, the president of the Original Bastards MC, to notice. Their club is thinking of patching into the KOAMC. There’s been rumors of a war brewing between Murder and their national Prez. I’ve only heard bits and pieces.
Some fucker from West Virgina eyes my girl up and down, checking out her fine ass as she twirls one of her braids around her finger.
Is she flirting with this chump?
Not on my watch. I grab Willow by both hips, lifting her out of line before I start a fight to defend her honor. She kicks and squeals, but no one seems to pay either of us any mind. The sounds of laughter and music carry on behind us as I carry her deeper into the trees.
“What are you playing at?” I growl, holding her tightly against me.
“What are you doing?”
I put her down, backing her up against a tree, putting us in the same position we were in the other night.
“You wanted attention, babe. You’ve got mine. Running around flaunting your assets in front of men you don’t even fuckin’ know.”
She gasps, looking at me as though I’ve smacked her. Tears burn in the creases of her eyes. “I wasn’t doing anything.”
“The fuck you weren’t.” I snarl in her face.
“What if I wasn’t nice? What if I was some horny motherfucker looking to tap some fast and easy ass, huh?
” I lean in, pulling the front of her bottoms tight against her pussy.
I stare down between us, seeing the bare, smooth skin I’ve revealed that’s paler than the rest of her.
I wonder if her tits are just as light. If her nipples are pink.
If her pussy is getting wet. If she tastes as sweet as I’m imagining.
Fuck me. I can smell her arousal. She might look upset, but my little pipsqueak is turned on.
“It’d be real easy, sweetheart. All I'd have to do is cup a hand over your mouth.” I do it to prove my point.
It's not nice. It's rough but necessary. I press my weight into her and move my hips against her, dry-humping the fuck out of her. A delicious friction rubs against my aching cock. One I have to put a stop to. “One minute is all it’d take for someone stronger than you to shove their dick in you and take what they want. Then what?”
“Men ruin everything. I was just having fun.”
“Yeah. Would have been real fun if some asshole got you out here all alone.”
She shoves at my chest. “You mean like right now?” She peers up at me with them long lashes and Bambi eyes.
She’s so damn pretty it hurts to breathe. Her deep rose-colored lips pout at me. I just want to kiss them. Taste them. Feel her skin against mine. Fuck me. She’s too damn tempting. Looking at me with those bedroom eyes that beg to be owned.
I breathe in her scent, deep, trying to get a grip on my temper and my desire before I do something I’ll regret. “You drive me fuckin’ crazy, you know that?”
“Yeah, well, the feeling’s mutual.”
“What am I to do about you, Low?” I can’t stop thinking about you. I don’t dare tell her how I feel.
I close my eyes and shake my head. I’m so close to losing control and dropping to my knees to eat her pussy right here.
“What do you want from me, Gray?” she whispers, her warm cocktail-tainted breath fans over my lips. Inviting. Alluring. Sexy.
There’s only so much a man can take. How am I going to survive days of riding with her tits smashed against my back? Her arms wrapped around me. I never should have volunteered for her to ride with me, but if it’s not me, who?
“Sometimes I wish…” A branch snaps. Some drunk asshole stumbles into the weeds to take a piss. “Forget it. Go back to the party.”
“Sometimes I hate you, Braxton Gray.” She storms off, and I drop my forehead to the tree.
I wish she meant that. Then maybe I could hate her, too. But I can’t.
Somewhere along this blurred line with Willow Woods, I fucking fell in love with her.
A woman I can’t have. A woman I shouldn’t crave. My best friend’s sister.
I should make her hate me, but I can’t bear the thought of it.
Back at the party, some stupid fight breaks out between Creed and some other dude. Willow and the chick they’re fighting over, takes one of the dudes inside. I stay out of it. I’m too keyed up. One wrong word or look, and I’ll be the one throwing punches.
Madz comes to my side. “I can’t tell if the two of you have been fucking or fighting.” She laughs.
“Maybe we were doing both.” I stomp inside the clubhouse and find Willow sitting on the stairs wearing a black tee over her bathing suit. “Where’d you get the shirt?”
“Why do you care?”
“I don’t.” I go to walk around her.
“Is it going to be like this the whole trip?”
“Like what?”
“You picking fights with me for existing.”
“I don’t pick fights with you.” I know it’s a lie the second I say it.
“I’m going to ride with my brother. I can’t do whatever this is anymore.”
I drop onto the step behind her and yank her head back by one of her braids. She peers up at me. Her eyes full of such sadness. I can’t bear to be the one hurting her. “I’ll be on my best behavior. I promise.”
“I know you think about me.” She tilts her head back up. I want to pull her into my lap, but I can’t. Once I have a taste of her, it will never be enough.
I can’t make her mine.
But fuck me if I don’t want to.
Being this close to her day in and day out is going to be torture.
“Of course I think about you. I’ve been keeping you out of trouble since the day I first laid eyes on you. Little snot-nosed brat who expected nothing less than princess treatment while trying to run with the big boys.” I grin, thinking about how annoyingly adorable she was.
“You know what I'm talking about,” she presses, and my gut tightens.
Madz opened her big, fat cock-sucking mouth.
“Was a slip of the tongue.”
“Liar,” the word leaves her lips. Not an accusation, but the truth.
I know it. She knows it. Madz fucking knows it.
“You know I don’t see you that way.” The lie tastes bitter on my tongue, getting hung in my throat.
She turns around on her knees, facing me.
She leans between my legs, putting a hand to my crotch, feeling my erection.
I slide my palms up the backs of her thighs, stopping right under her bare ass cheeks.
It’d be so easy to close the gap between our mouths and kiss her.
Just one fucking kiss, but I’m not good enough.
We’re too complicated. Too connected.
“Are you thinking about Madz right now or Kaylene then?” She squeezes my cock over my jeans, the pressure feels a little too damn good with her being so close, smelling too damn good.
“Don’t do that.”
“You know how I feel about you.” A tear slips down her face.
“You’ve just not met the right man yet.”
She shakes her head and pushes to her feet. “I’ve waited this long for you to see me, truly see me, but one day I’m going to give up.” I grab her hand and pull her onto my lap.
“You should want better for yourself, Low.” I hold her to me and yank one of her braids out before I press my lips to the corner of hers.
Her lips part and a moan leaves those rosy lips.
One I want to hear over and over again when I’m buried inside her.
Her wavy hair falls across our faces, acting as a curtain as I lick the seam of her mouth, getting my first taste of her.
Someone stumbles past us, breaking the moment as I push her off my lap like she’s on fire.
She bounces down two steps on her ass.
She gapes at me, breathless. Then she slaps me. “You’re such a jerk. How dare you?”
I laugh and grab her wrists. “Isn’t that what you wanted?”
“Are you embarrassed to be seen with me?”
I scrub a hand over my face. “Was worried it was Woods.”
“Are you scared of him or embarrassed by me?”
“Neither.”
“You’re such a liar.”
“It’s complicated.”
“Well, let me uncomplicate it for you. I wouldn’t kiss you if you were the last single man on Earth and humanity’s survival depended on us.”