Ruckus (Dirty Soul MC: Long Beach #3)

Prologue

Five Years Ago

“ W hat took you so long?” Dev asks as I take the barstool beside him.

“You know how much I hate collecting,” I take the envelopes from inside my cut and slam them on the bar. “Especially when I get sent out with that asshole.” I glance over my shoulder at Sinner. He knows we’re talking about him, and he flashes Dev a wicked smile revealing the blood around his teeth as he strolls to the other end of the bar where the whores are gathered.

“Looks like ya did good.” Vike picks up the envelopes and flicks through the cash. “‘Bout time something went into the pot rather than came out of it.”

“The pot should be fuckin’ overflowin’ with the amount of work Cliff’s been taking on,” I remind him.

Cliff left town on a run with the same select few members. He keeps his circle tight, just Mac, Rex, and Damon seem to be in the fucking know as to what goes on around here. There was no meeting before they left, the rest of us don’t even know where the fuck they’ve gone. Aaron warned me about his father before he left, and in the years that he’s been gone, Cliff has only gotten worse. He doesn’t even try to hide or deny the fact that it’s become us and them.

And all the brothers that are here tonight instead of on the road with our president know that Davy's death last month was no tragic accident, it was a warning to anyone looking at standing up to our leader.

“Where did all the mess come from?” Dev tips his chin over to Sinner, who ain’t had the courtesy to wash the blood from his hands and torso. “Someone try holding back on ya? I’ll bet it was Errol, he makes a fortune outta them whores, yet he never wants to pay up.” Vike shakes his head and laughs.

“Errol was good. He knows he’d never be able to run that place without club protection. But there is a bar man from that new joint on the boardwalk who's short of a finger.” I raise my eyebrows.

“That fucker shouldn't have pointed it in my face.” Sinner obviously hears me and feels the need to defend himself, before getting back to the girls’ attention and knocking back the shot Polly just poured for him.

“He was showing us the way to his boss's office,” I growl through my teeth, trying to keep my calm.

“Did he bite the damn thing off?” Saul grimaces.

“Nah, the blood around his mouth came from the security guard’s ear he gnawed on at our last stop.” I give Dev a deadpan look, because I hold him completely responsible for the fact that the whack job’s here with us. No one can argue, Sinner’s a lia-fuckin’-bility, and for the past few hours I’ve felt much more like his babysitter than his club brother. “Shit could have gone south real quick in that bar.” I wait for Sinner to wrap his arm around one of the new girls and lead her off to trouble before I give my next suggestion.

“Surely there's something we can do to put him back in the fuckin’ cage.” I watch him pin the girl to the wall by her throat and fill her mouth with his tongue, staining her lips red with the blood of his latest victim.

“If there is, I still haven’t figured it out.” Dev shrugs.

I like Sinner's other personality, Saint, everyone here does. He’s a team player, he’s trustworthy and, thankfully, he is the guy we get most of the time. But Sinner has to take over occasionally and with each time it happens, I swear he’s getting worse.

“Well someone needs to do something to get a handle on him.” I nod my appreciation to Polly when she hands me a beer.

“That's your first mistake,” Dev laughs. “There ain’t no one capable of getting a handle on Sinner.” It irritates the shit out of me when people around here act like he ain’t a problem, and while I’m on the subject of irritation, I hear a laugh come from the other side of the room that goes right through my bones.

I don’t have to look to know who it belongs to, yet I still turn my head, and when I see her sitting right in the center of a huge group of men I ain’t ever seen before, lapping up their attention, I hear myself growl.

“How long has Daddy’s little princess been here?” I spark up a smoke, keeping my stare fixed on my best friend's little sister. I made a promise to Aaron to take care of his sisters after he left, and I swear, Freya Adams was put on this Earth purposely to test me.

“All afternoon.” Dev seems unbothered by the fact she’s treating our clubhouse like some kind of fuckin’ frat house, and when her eyes eventually lock with mine and catch me watching her, she smirks at me before drinking from the bottle of vodka in her hand.

I don’t know what the hell’s gotten into her lately, but she’s really been acting up. Drinking and strange men are not a good combination.

She doesn’t even flinch once she swallows, just wipes her mouth with the back of her hand and winks at me as if she knows that she’s scraping on my final nerve.

“Who are they?” I toke back hard on my cigarette while I wait for an answer from one of my brothers, but I refuse to look away. I want her to see how pissed I am that she’s here. She knows it ain’t the place for her.

“Some stunt act from that traveling show that's pitched up in town, didn’t ya see all them dirt bikes parked on the other side of the gates?” Vike takes a break from counting the cash I’ve been collecting. “I should get this locked up in the safe.” He taps the huge wad on the bar before heading toward Cliff’s office.

I can’t help wondering how much of that money me, and the brothers who ain’t in Cliff’s favor, will see.

Still, I keep my attention on Freya and the group of guys she’s brought to our clubhouse. There are five of ‘em in total, all of ’em hanging on every little word she speaks, and giving her their full attention just like she commands. One of them looks more confident than the others, he’s leaning in far too close when he speaks to her, and he’s fuckin’ touching. Maybe riding through rings of fire ain’t enough of a buzz for him. The man must have some kind of death wish, touching the president's daughter like that.

She eventually excuses herself and stands up, walking toward me, then acting like I don't exist as she lifts up on her toes and leans over the bar to get Polly’s attention.

“We’ll take another one of these, when you're ready,” she tells her, placing the empty bottle on the table before turning her head to me and smiling with satisfaction. It’s the kind of satisfaction that tells me she knows… She knows exactly how much she pisses me off, and she fuckin’ lives for it.

“Hey.” She talks in that sweet, innocent voice of hers.

Why the fuck does everything she does feel like some kinda test?

Freya must know she’s beautiful, she must know every man in this room would have had an unholy thought about her at one point in his life, but she also knows that she’s untouchable, and I guess that must make her feel mighty powerful.

“Take it steady, sweetheart. You’ve been going pretty hard at it. Do you want me to get Sonny to drive you home?” Polly reluctantly passes over the bottle because no one dares to say no to Princess fuckin’ Freya.

“Sonny can drive?” Her eyes widen in shock.

“Got his license last week,” Polly tells her proudly. “He’s just studying tonight so I’m sure he’d be happy to take you home, it’s getting late.”

“Tell him congratulations.” Freya unscrews the lid and knocks more vodka back. “I was actually thinking about staying here tonight. I think this party’s going to go on for a while. Drew and the boys did their last show today. They leave in the morning.” She turns her back on the bar and looks across the room to where they are all waiting for her. “Don’t you think it’s hot?” She rests her elbows on the bar behind her and leans back, making her pert, round tits stick out from under the far too tight tee she’s wearing.

“You talkin’ to me?” I question her, lifting my eyes up to hers and seeing how smug she looks to have caught me staring at them.

“Yeah, I’m talking to you.”

“They ain’t my type.” I turn my back on the losers and tap my glass on the bar.

“And what is your type, Brody Jones?” she leans closer and whispers in my ear. It makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand up when they shouldn't. “Those skanky little whores that suck your cock like starved animals?” Her lips are almost touching my jaw and just hearing her say the word cock is gettin’ a reaction outta mine.

“That ain’t ya business.” I pull my shoulders back and refuse to let her weaken me.

“There’s already a room made up on the third floor, honey,” Polly interrupts, handing Freya a key, who smiles politely as she takes it.

“You should tell your buddies it’s time to leave.” I give her no chance to argue back, picking up my glass and heading over to join Griller and his brother Greaser. Right now, even their company is better than watching her.

The night goes on, and Freya drinks more vodka. She continues to allow that dirt bike riding prick to touch her and it doesn’t escape me that she keeps looking over to check that I’m watching every time he does it. What bothers me most is that, every fuckin’ time, she gets me.

“What’s botherin’ ya, Ruck?” Greaser asks, passing over the tray of coke that’s found itself in his hands.

“Just thinkin’ about Finn. The first time inside ain’t ever easy,” I lie, because there’s no way I’m gonna admit that I’m wishing it were my hands that were all over my best friend’s sister rather than the scrawny stunt guys.

“Ya worryin’ he’ll rat?” Grillertakes the tray from my hand and hoovers up one of the lines his brother just tapped out.

“Finn won’t rat,” I assure them both, I get that what happened to his father will be hurting him, he’s bound to be feeling betrayed, but he’s loyal to his friends, and he’s got good friends here.

“Do you know where Cliff is right now?” Greaser frowns at me accusingly.

“Could be anywhere?” I shrug my shoulders. I don’t trust these brothers who transferred here from Kansas six months ago. They may not get invited to Cliff's exclusive jobs yet, but they’ve given me bad vibes since the day they arrived.

“Well, I for one think we should be on our guard. That boy got left behind on the roadside by his own club brothers with his father bleeding out, he owes us nothing,” Griller reminds me, before snorting another thick line up his nostril.

“Finn knows there are men here he can trust, he knows if we’d been on that run, they would have never been left behind.”

Griller laughs and sits back in his chair. “You underestimate the power of a man with a grudge.” He blows the smoke from his cigarette into the air. “They're capable of anything.”

His words fade out when I notice Freya stand back on her feet and wave the key Polly gave her in her new friend's face. He gets real close, like he’s about to kiss her, and she shakes her head and walks away. But the look she gives him over her shoulder tells him he should follow.

I wait for her to leave and while he downs what's left of his beer and gets ready to go after her, I head over to their table.

“That’s your cue to get on your plastic toys and get the fuck outta here,” I tell them, focusing on the guy who thinks he’s getting lucky tonight.

“We’re comfortable here.” The cocky shit lifts his foot up onto one of the chairs and smirks at me.

“Well I’m tellin’ ya, you outstayed your welcome.” I kick the chair from under his leg and stare him down. His friends all look to him, waiting for him to respond, while I feel back up closing in around me. I don’t have to look behind me to see which of my brothers will be there.

Dev, Saul, Vike, and Sasquatch are all guaranteed to have my back. Sinner too, but that's only because he loves a brawl.

“You heard him.” Dev’s deep voice comes from behind me.

“Fine.” The guy stands up, showing his palms in surrender. “This place ain’t our style anyway.” He looks to his buddies and sniggers before leading them out the door while we watch him all the way out.

“Is that it?” Finn’s kid brother, Rocco, rushes out from behind the bar looking disappointed.

“What the fuck are you doing here again, kid?” I roll my eyes.

“Not getting in a fight, that's for sure. You just gonna let those guys walk out of here?”

I’ve tried telling this kid to stay away. I get that he just lost a father and his big brother’s in jail. From what I’ve pieced together, he didn’t know them all that well, his mama kept him straight. But ever since Davy’s funeral, he’s been popping up and trying to help out.

“It’s Sunday night, kid. None of us wanna be throwing fists.” Vike taps him on the head as he makes his way back toward the bar.

“Speak for yourself.” Sinner narrows those dark eyes on the exit and I follow them, debating if I should walk out and check that prick took my advice.

Freya may be our president's daughter, and my best friend's annoying little sister, but she deserves to have a life. I could turn a blind eye to the fact that asshole is probably climbing the stairs to her room right now, let her do what most other twenty year old girls are doing and have some fun. Or I could step out that door and catch him, I could beat his ass for the thoughts he’s had about her, I could break each finger he planned touching her with. I don’t care what night of the week it is, I will be throwing my fists if I catch him trying to go to her, and I don’t need to toss my fuckin’ coin to help me decide if I should check…

I barge out the door without saying goodbye, marching through the yard and passing the pool pit. I can hear the bike's rattly exhausts taking off from the other side of the gates, and I stand silent with my back against the wall by the arch and wait.

“I hear him whistling, sounding like a man who thinks he’s about to get his dick wet, and when he heads back through the arch, he gets greeted by my fist.

“Sending your friends home was a mistake.” I slam him into the wall and grip him round his throat. “No one touches the president's daughter.” He flinches before I slam my knuckles into his face, making his nose explode. “If I ever see you or your clowns here again, I swear to fuckin’ God, I will kill you.” I take him by his scruff and drag him back through the parking lot, through the open gates, then I toss him out onto the sidewalk.

The fucker proves he’s no good without his buddies and makes no attempt to fight back, he just shakes his head as he scrambles on his feet and fumbles to unlock the chain on his bike wheel. I fold my arms and watch him clamber on the saddle and take his bars, missing his first attempt to kick start the engine and cursing himself through panic. When he does eventually get it started, he screeches off down the street, looking back over his shoulder with fear.

I smile to myself as I dust off my hands and head back to the yard, and when I get back to the arch I make the mistake of looking up to the third floor of the motel. There’s a light on in one of the rooms and when I think about the fact it’ll be her waiting for him, it turns my blood green.

It also makes me wanna drag that little stunt boy back here and make him feel some real fuckin’ pain. Worst of all, it makes me wanna climb those stairs, grab hold of that girl, and rattle her bones until she tells me why she toys with me.

I’ve never liked Freya, she’s only two years younger than me, but acts so immature. She struts around this club thinking she's so superior to everyone else because of who her daddy is, and it feels as if winding me up the wrong way is her favorite game to play. As if that wasn’t enough, this past month she’s got worse. I’m sick of her putting herself in dangerous situations and hanging around the club when she knows she shouldn’t be. I know it’s so she can push my buttons, but I don’t know why.

Freya hates me as much as I hate her. I see it in her face every time I step into a room. She constantly acts like a brat, rolling her eyes, and never listening to the warnings I give her. Maybe when Aaron left she was expecting me to slip into the role of big brother. The two of them used to butt heads but he had a lot of time for her. I guess since he’s been gone, she’s been lonely. But that ain’t my problem, I promised to watch out for her, not send myself fuckin’ crazy.

I should leave her upstairs waiting for him, I’m so angry at her for being reckless again. Just last week I had to drive out to San Diego and pick her up from some seedy bar because she lost her purse, and the friends she’d made earlier that day had abandoned her.

But I also wanna race up those stairs and scold her. Force her to give me answers and tell me why she’s acting so damn stupid.

I decide to leave it up to fate and take the coin, that my dad gave me before he died, outta my pocket. I pass it between my fingers as I look up to the room and see her shadow passing behind the curtain like she’s pacing. Knowing that she’s waiting for that stunt boy to go to her makes me burn with the kind of rage only she puts inside me.

Heads, I take the stairs, tails, I walk back into the clubhouse and get so drunk that I forget that her eyes are so crystal blue that they sparkle like the ocean at sunrise. Hell, I get so drunk that I forget my own name.

I flip the coin into the air and when I catch it on the back of my hand and cup my other hand over it, I don’t know why, but I suddenly feel nervous.

Slowly, I lift my hand and when I see the head of the coin shining back at me it hits me why I’m nervous.

Freya is all alone up there. She’s off limits, untouchable and alone . That feels dangerous.

I’ve never been one to walk away from danger, and so I take the stairs and slam my fist against her door.

“Ruckus.” Freya looks surprised when she opens the door and sees that I’m the one standing on the other side of it. She leans her head out and glances down the balcony like she’s expecting there to be someone else out here with me.

It’s rare that me and her are alone together. It’s something I always make sure of.

“I sent your friend back home, if that's who you're looking for,” I tell her, leaning back against the railing of the balcony and lighting a cigarette. Now that I’m up here I don’t really know what to say. This isn’t Aaron’s kid sister anymore, Freya is a woman, one who has the right to do what the hell she wants.

“And why would you do that?” She crosses her arms and scowls at me.

“Because, you inviting him up here was a reckless, stupid thing to do. He could have done anything to you, he could have…”

Her outburst of giggles makes me pause.

“Wanna tell me what you think is so funny?”

“Ruckus, did it not occur to you that that's exactly why I invited him up here?” She shakes her head and moves away from the door, sitting herself on the bed and leaning back on her palms. She’s still wearing that tight tee, but she’s switched her jeans for a cute little pair of shorts that I really have to avoid looking at.

“Trust me, Freya, that’s not what you want.” I crush out my smoke and head inside after her, closing the door because the cool evening air is making her nipples stick out from under that damn fuckin’ shirt.

“Okay, so what do I want?” she asks me in a voice so seductive, that I have to plead with my dick to stand the fuck down.

“I… I don’t know, but it ain’t that. Guys like him have a different girl in every fucking town. You wouldn’t mean anything to him.” Just having to explain this to her gets me more irate.

“And I guess Trinity, Sabrina, and all their little whore friends mean something to you?” She tilts her head and the clever smirk she gives me makes me want to grip her dainty little throat in the arch of my hand and squeeze.

“That’s different,” I point out.

“You're so pathetic.” She laughs at me again, and it gets me so fuckin’ mad I growl out-fuckin’-loud. “What's so bad about me having my kicks and getting laid like you do?” She stands up and steps toward me like a predator sizing up its prey. “I just wanted to get fucked, Ruckus.” She shrugs, sounding all cute and fucking sexy at the same time. Standing in front of me, toe to toe, and looking up at me with those big blue eyes like she can read my mind.

“You didn’t like it, did you?” She reaches her arm up over my shoulder and softly scratches her nails across the back of my neck. “I saw how you looked when he had his hands on me.” She glances down her body and licks her lips, ensuring those pert tits are touching me. “He’s gone, you told him to leave. So why are you up here, Ruckus?” Her eyes meet with mine again and suddenly the cord fucking snaps.

I kiss her, reaching around her body to grab her ass cheeks and lift her from the floor. I let go of ten years’ worth of temptation and pent-up anger as I wrap her thighs around my hips and feed my tongue between her lips. This is nothing like I imagined it would be. It’s rough and so fucking messy, but I’m mad at her, for provoking me, for breaking me, and as I scrunch her soft blonde hair in my hand, I need her to know that she isn’t the one calling the shots.

“You still lookin’ to get fucked, Princess?” I ask, carrying her over to the bed when I know that any hope of me walking away from this is has packed up and fucked off. “Because I won’t be fuckin’ gentle.” My warning comes out low and raspy as I throw her down on the mattress and take off my cut. She has the same satisfied smirk on her face as she did earlier as I kick off my boots, then toss my knife and gun beside them. I reach over my back and pull the black tank top I’m wearing over my shoulders and off my head.

Freya’s eyes wander over my naked torso, and I do nothing to tame my dick as I open my jeans and let her see what she’s got coming to her.

Suddenly I’m the one feeling smug when her eyes widen and water at the same time.

“You ready to go at it like a starved animal, darlin’?” I take my cock in my hand and start pulling it through my fist, while she watches with fascination.

“I… I…”

“You didn’t answer my question.” I watch her swallow the lump in her throat while she keeps me waiting for one of her clever remarks, and I almost choke when I hear what she says next…

“I… Ruckus, I’ve never… you know.” She looks up at me through her lashes, and suddenly all her sass has been replaced with nerves and uncertainty.

This right here should be the moment that I cut and run, but instead I let the flame she ignited get outta control.

“What are you telling me, Freya?” I breathe in through my nostrils and try to stay calm.

“I’m telling you that, I’m not like your little whore friends. I’ve never sucked a dick before… okay?” She takes her eyes off mine like she's ashamed of the fact. “What are you staring at me like that for? Just get it over with and laugh.” She huffs in that bratty way that makes me want to punish her, but when she closes her eyes I reach out and lift her chin with the crook of my finger.

“Look at me,” I command, shocked that she does what I ask first time, and when she flickers her eyes back open she looks so vulnerable.

“Do you see me laughin’?” I ask, remaining serious. She shakes her head at me slowly, and I move a little closer.

“Have you ever taken a dick in your hand before?” I carefully take hold of her wrist and guide it toward me, and when she shakes her head some more I feel my dick twitch as I drag her hand toward it.

“Here,” I clasp my hand over hers and wrap her fingers around my shaft, showing her how to stroke me. “You feel how heavy that is?” I ask, watching how she focuses so intently on what she’s doing.

I can’t let myself think about how wrong this is, not while she's holding me in her trembling hand and looking so enthralled. “You wanna taste it?” My thumb slides over her bottom lip and parts it slightly from her top one. “I think it would feel nice to slide between these lips.” Shuffling forward, I watch her nod her head and part her mouth at the same time.

The feisty girl that's done everything in her power to irritate me is gone. What I have here now is an inexperienced, sweet little creature, just waiting to be corrupted. I push through her lips and let my tip slide over her warm, wet tongue, gripping my fingers in her hair and moaning at how good it feels. I take it steady, knowing that this is gonna be so fuckin’ different to anything I’ve had before. She gags and sputters when I go a little too far and touch the back of her throat. Quickly, I pull out, holding her face in my hands and checking she’s okay.

“I’m sorry.” She blushes. “It’s just a lot to… It’s big.” She smiles up at me and makes something inside me weaken.

“Don’t be fuckin’ sorry. It’s cute.” I smile back at her, and like I just flipped a switch, that feisty girl returns to the fuckin’ room.

“Don’t patronize me.” She stands up on her feet and shoves me hard in the shoulder in an attempt to push me away. “I bet you're loving this.” She shakes her head and laughs bitterly, gripping at her own hair and moaning in frustration as she ducks past me and starts pacing the floor.

“Loving this? You think I love the fact that you invited a fuckin’ stranger up to your room tonight to fuck you? Tell me what was special about him!” I yell at her. “C’mon, I wanna know. What was so fuckin’ special about that scrawny little stunt boy, that had you wanting to give him something you’ve been saving for all this time?” I question her.

“Oh my God… You're jealous.” She stops pacing and pins me with her eyes.

“Trust me, darlin’, I ain’t fuckin’ jealous. Just curious.” I laugh at her suggestion.

“Don’t lie. I can see it. You’re wounded.”

“Wounded…? Are you kiddin’ me? I was doing what any loyal brother would do for his best friend. Those guys…”

“By putting your cock in his baby sister's mouth?” she interrupts me, reminding me of what a shit person I am and how good it felt all at once. I feel my nostrils flare as I take a long, steady breath.

“This is all just a big fuckin’ game to you, ain’t it?” I come back at her, feeling my irritation multiply. “I see the way you look at me, Freya. I know how desperate you are for me to notice you. Tonight, I gave in to temptation. I fucked up. Do you realize that putting my cock in this mouth…” I grip her jaw and squeeze her cheeks together… Damn it makes me want to slide between her lips all over again. “…could have just cost me my fuckin’ life?” I shake my head and release my hold, turning my back on her and gathering up my shit.

“Was it worth it?” she asks so calm and casually that it forces me to turn around. I see her wearing a sassy little smile, and have to try really hard not to smirk myself. The last thing this girl needs is encouragement.

“Trust me, I won’t make that mistake again.” I buckle up my belt and pick up my weapons, and before I can make it to the door she races to stand in front of it.

“Don’t leave.” Suddenly she looks all scared and vulnerable again. I got the strongest urge to take her in my arms and hold her tight against me but I manage to resist it.

“There was nothing special about Drew… and I haven’t been saving it.” Her eyes drop to the floor. “You really have no idea how hard it is to be me. Everyone knows who my dad is. There's not a man in Long Beach who would dare to look at me, let alone touch me.” It’s not until she says that out loud that I realize how much relief that gives me. “My dad’s not here, Drew’s just passing through. Just for tonight I wanted to be like every other girl my age.” Her fingernail slides across the waistline of my jeans and it has me questioning her fucking innocence when it makes my dick hard as steel again.

“Freya, you're gonna meet someone. Someone better than the guy you were gonna bring up here,” I assure her.

“What if I already know who I want and just can’t have him?” Her head starts leaning in toward mine like she’s going to kiss me, and although my mind is screaming at me to pull away and get gone. I don’t.

“Just one night, Ruckus,” she whispers against my lips. “Nobody would ever have to know. Just one night, then we can go back to hating each other.” I close my eyes and pray to Jesus when she slides her hand into my jeans and takes hold of my cock again.

“ Fuck .” I slam my hand into the door behind her head as she drags me through her palm.

“Just one night, one time.” She presses her lips into mine, and I know that nothing, not even the love I got for my best friend, is gonna to stop what happens next.

I kiss Freya back, taking the hand she's jerking me off with and pinning it against the door.

“You sure?” I give her one last chance to back out, and the wicked smile she pulls as she nods has me pressing against her and letting her feel what she’s about to get.

“I don’t know how to be gentle, Freya, I’m not that kinda guy. There’s every chance I’m gonna hurt you,” I warn.

“I figured that when I was choking on you,” she tells me cleverly, and I take the bottom of that tight little T-shirt and rest it over her tits. Leaning down I kiss her tummy and glide my nose up over her skin, taking in her scent and tasting her at the same time.

She lifts the shirt off her head and tosses it behind me. Taking her lace covered tits in both my hands, I devour them with my mouth and push them tight together.

My cock is throbbing to be inside her, the thought of being the one to break her virgin pussy, knowing she’ll always be mine, even if I can never claim her, makes it hard to focus on anything else. But I’ve spent so many years wondering, that I need to explore her.

If I’m only gonna get one night I want it engraved into my memories as well as my conscience.

“Do you have… We’re gonna need protection.” Her voice halts me and when I look up she’s biting her lip, looking nervous.

“Rooms come fully stocked at this clubhouse.” I lift her off her feet and carry her over to the bed, placing her on the mattress and climbing over her body.

“You wanna lose these shorts, Princess.” When I tug at her waistband she lifts her hips.

“I hate it when you call me that,” she tells me as I drag them down to her ankles so she can kick them off.

“I know.” I smile at her before I kiss her again, then taking out my cock I let it rest against the bare skin on her thigh.

“I’m gonna need to get you ready, stretch you a little, okay?” What I’ve been blessed with doesn’t seem like such a gift when I know it’s gonna hurt her. “Spread your legs for me, wide as you can get ‘em. I promise it will hurt less.” I look down at her naked pussy, innocent, untouched and ready to be ruined. Just the thought of being inside it almost has me coming all over her skin.

My fingers lower between her legs, stroking her between her pussy lips, and the moans she makes tells me she likes it.

“That’s right, the wetter you get for me, the easier this will be,” I whisper, resting on my arm and taking in every detail of her face as she coats my fingers with her pleasure.

“That feels really good,” she tells me, keeping her eyes tightly closed like she’s embarrassed.

“Open your eyes.” I circle my finger around her entrance a few times before sliding inside, and her eyes flick open as her legs clamp tight around my arm.

“Holy shit.” She looks at me stunned and holds her breath, while I hold still inside her.

“Relax,” I remind her, feeling how tight she is and wondering how the fuck she’s gonna take my dick.

“It’s okay.” She nods bravely as I start to stroke inside her, stretching her walls to make some room for my cock. I use my thumb to massage her pulsing little clit to give her a distraction, and when her moans start to get louder and my finger gets slicker, I realize that she’s going to come.

“Ruckus,” she says my name and clamps her hand around my forearm.

“It’s okay… fuck .” Her channel squeezes tight around my finger and when I slide in another one she throws back her head and moans even louder. Her back arches from the mattress, forcing my fingers in knuckle deep and with them buried inside her she comes for me, looking confused and enthralled all at the same time.

“Was that…? Did I just…?” Her body stops thrashing and she looks at me with the sweetest smile I’ve ever seen.

“You sure as hell did and I think you're ready now.” I reach over to the bedside drawer and feel around for a rubber. Polly never fails to keep these rooms stocked. I guess she learned her lesson all those years ago when she got herself knocked up. No soul has ever taken responsibility for her son.

Freya watches me intently as I slide the rubber over my cock and check that it’s secure, then she blows out a nervous breath as I line myself up against her.

“Remember what I said, legs wide, and relax.” I press her knee flat against the mattress and look at her wide spread pussy.

“Wait.” She presses her hand to my chest before I can enter her.

“Have you done this before?” She chews on her lip as her eyes look up at mine then lower to the hard cock I’m about to push inside her.

“Are you kidding me?” I stare down at her.

“Not that… I mean, have you ever been someone's first before?” There's a quiver in her voice.

“I don’t think so,” I admit, wondering why that matters.

“Okay, so do you think we should have a plan, slow and steady or quick and painle—” She looks down at my pulsing cock and seems to lose her words.

“You decide,” I tell her, knowing that either way is going to cause her pain. I wish there was something I could do about it.

“Try slow to start with.” She taps my shoulder and braces herself by blowing out another breath. I steadily push my tip inside her, allowing her to adjust to me.

“You know, it’s really not that bad,” she tells me, despite the fact her legs are trembling against my hips, and when I edge another inch deeper she looks a lot less confident.

“Ya good?” I check, knowing that this stubborn little creature wouldn't give me the satisfaction of letting me know, even if she wasn’t.

“Fine.” She swallows thickly, and when I grab the headboard behind her head and thrust more into her she howls.

I feel her body pushing against me as I break through her barrier, and a rush of relief passes over me when I finally reach her limit.

Now her legs are really shaking and I use my arm to press one of them tight against me and try to steady it.

“Ain’t no going back now, Princess.” I smile down at her apologetically, hoping this won’t be something she regrets in the future, and when she reaches up and wraps her hands around my neck, the way she drags me down on her lips and kisses me softly suggests it won’t be.

“How about you quit talking and fuck me,” she whispers, taking me by surprise when she starts moving her hips against mine. Her pussy must be sore but she refuses to let me see any more of her weakness. I guess she figures I’ve seen enough of that tonight. I do as asks, fucking her deep and slow to start with. She cries out so loud, someone is sure to hear us, but I like the way it sounds and I couldn’t stop even if I wanted to. I decide to try a different angle, and flip her over. Dragging her ass up, I enter her from behind, filling her freshly broken pussy with my cock in one thrust that makes her groan. Her fists clutch at the bed sheet as I gather her long blonde hair in my hand and wrap it around my wrist.

“How does that feel, Princess?” I drag her up so her back is against my chest and my mouth is against her ear

“It feels big,” she tells me breathlessly.

“You like this big dick stretching you?” I continue to thrust into her from behind.

“Yes.”

“You’re so fucking tight, you must be hurting. Why don’t you stop being stubborn and ask me to go easy on you?” I slide my hand around her body and grip one of her tits in my palm.

She shakes her head defiantly.

“We’re only going to do this once, and I want the full Ruckus experience.” She looks back over her shoulder and smiles at me, and although her eyes are watering and her jaw is tense. I fuck her that little bit harder because her words sting. Whether I want to admit it or not… She right. I’m fucking wounded.

“You wanna come again?” I lower my hand to her pussy and stroke my finger over her clit, I’ve already learned what her body needs.

“Oh fuck.” She reaches her arms back behind us and clings them around my neck, and it doesn’t take long for her breathing to get heavier and her pussy to clamp me tighter.

“I think you like the way I make you hurt, Princess.” I laugh darkly, feeling my cock swell inside her along with my pride.

I can feel myself getting closer. In all honesty, it’s a miracle I’ve held off this long, but since she’s made it clear this is a one-time thing I have to make it last.

“Tell me you ain’t ever gonna regret this?” I slide my hand up her throat and use her jaw to tip her head back so I can fill her mouth with my tongue.

“Tell me…” I growl, pulling my lips back and holding still inside her. My fingertips clench her jaw tighter while I wait on her answer, and I swear I can feel my heart beating out of my chest.

“Never.” She smiles at me as her eyes swell with tears. “I’m never going to regret this, Ruckus.”

Her words finish me.

I lay under the covers while she takes a shower, reflecting on what I’ve done. It’s not my usual routine, but it just didn’t feel right to leave straight after. I tell myself it’s because the club’s still busy. If I left now there's a chance I’d be seen. I tell myself that because it helps me deny how good I felt when she offered for me to stay here till morning.

She didn’t seem like she was bothered either way, which makes all this so much more confusing. I don’t know what the fuck I should do, so I reach down to the floor and I pull my coin from my cut, holding it in my hand.

The thoughts inside my head are so fuckin’ stupid. Yeah she’s hot, and yeah she just made me come like no other bitch has ever made me come before. But that doesn’t take away the fact we hate each other. She’s still Aaron’s annoying little sister and I’m still his arrogant best friend. I should never have taken her virginity because now it suddenly feels like Aaron’s annoying little sister belongs to me.

The bathroom door opens and when she walks out she’s looking all pretty and shy as she checks the towel is tucked tight around her chest.

“Still here, huh?” She smiles, sitting on the edge of the mattress with her back to me. I wanna stand up on my knees and crawl up behind her, kiss those tiny droplets of water that cling to her shoulder and rip that damn towel off her body.

“Are you hurting? And don’t try being smart… just be honest.” I reach my hand out to touch her and quickly retract it when I remember that she’s not fuckin’ mine. She’s just another thing that I’ve ruined.

“Well it’s not very easy to walk, if that's what you're getting at.” She lies back on the pillow, staying above the covers and staring at the ceiling.

“Is it always like that?” She eventually turns her head so we’re face to face.

“I’m sure it gets less painful the more ya do.”

“Not that,” she interrupts. “I mean does it always feel so intense?” She looks overwhelmed and I decide it’s one of my favorite expressions on her.

“No,” I whisper and shake my head.

“You think it’s because of the way we feel about each other?” Her words throw me off guard, and I turn my body into hers and prop my head up on my elbow.

“I mean, there's always so much frustration between us, it could explain why…” Her eyes focus on my lips like she wants to kiss them again.

“Probably,” I agree, though my head is telling me it’s something very different. Something that I ain’t prepared to face up to.

“Why do you always carry that damn coin around with you?” She quickly changes the subject when that tension starts to build back up again, snatching it out of my hand and examining it.

“It was my father’s,” I explain.

“You ever had it valued?” She slides her thumb over it.

“No, but I wouldn’t get rid of it even if someone offered me a million dollars for it.” I take it back from her and think about the times I’d spend with him, handing him tools while he worked on engines. Life was so simple back then.

“What happened to him?” She frowns as if she actually cares. “You never speak about your folks.”

“Pillow talk ain’t part of the Ruckus experience, Princess.” I grin at her, hoping we can leave it there. Luckily she rolls her eyes and gets off the bed, looking to find her shorts and tee so she can get herself dressed.

“So, are you staying till morning, or are you leaving?” she asks, taking out her cell and checking it like she’s not concerned if I stay or go.

I decide to do what I always do when a decision has to be made, and after flipping my coin in the air. I catch it and cover it. Heads I stay, tails I leave. I really shouldn't need the coin to choose for me. All this requires is basic common sense. Staying is a bad idea. I should have been on my Harley and heading home half an hour ago, but I just don’t feel done with her yet, and there's a real scary voice in my head that tells me I never will be.

“So?” She lifts her head from her phone, looking for my answer and when I lift my hand I see the tail staring back up at me. It seems even fate is seeing sense tonight.

“Looks like I’m staying.” I ignore the coin and all my sanity as I place it on her bedside drawer then, lifting the covers, I gesture for her to get in beside me.

She tries to hide her smile as she climbs in beside me and shimmies her body against mine, turning it so her ass is right where my cock is.

“Just for the record, this ain’t part of the Ruckus experience either,” I tell her, before reaching over her head so I can turn off the lamp. I need her to know that she’s different, and I don’t mind sacrificing a little of my pride for that.

“Night, Ruckus.” She reaches up and kisses me before I lie back down, and knowing that I can never let this happen again feels worse than bullets or fuckin’ blades.