Chapter 7 - Skull
SKULL
Her perky tits are pressed up against my back, her arms around my waist. She’s holding on so fucking tight, like she never wants to let go.
When she told me it was her first time on the back of a bike, I couldn’t help the feeling of possessive satisfaction that went through me.
I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw her getting out of her car at Viper’s.
She was so fucking cute when her audiobook started playing. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone’s face turn so red before, not that I’d admit that to her.
Fucking adorable.
And she looked so hot in her tight jeans and top that showed off her shoulders.
And now she’s on the back of my bike. I could have given her a car to use while we fix hers. It’s what I would have offered to another customer, but I didn’t, so I could have her right where I wanted…
On the back of my bike.
Isla doesn’t want to want me, that much is clear, but now she’s going to be forced to spend some time with me. It’s been a long time since I’d had to fight for anything I wanted. Pussy comes easy. Money. It comes with the patch.
When was the last time a woman made me chase her? I don’t even remember, nor do I remember the last time I fucked a woman without Bones joining in.
Isla taps my shoulder, showing me where to go. When we stop in front of a two-story townhouse, with a garden and a white picket fence, I smile to myself. It’s exactly what I pictured her in.
She slides off my bike, and I do the same, helping her remove the helmet that I put on her. She smiles widely up at me and does an excited little happy dance. “That was amazing. No wonder you all love to ride so much. I loved it.”
Fuck.
“Your number?” I press.
She meets my gaze through her long, dark lashes. “I’ll be fine.”
“Spitfire.” She sighs and hands me her phone. I put my number in, and then send myself a text so I have her number.
She opens her mouth to say something, and I take the opportunity to pull her in for a kiss.
She melts against me, and when my tongue dances with hers, she wraps her arms around my neck.
When she breaks the kiss, I rest my forehead against hers.
I don’t know what’s happening. “You owed me a kiss. It was worth the wait.”
This isn’t me, and I feel almost guilty keeping her to myself. I haven’t spoken about her with Bones. In fact, when he brought up the kiss he shared with her, I brushed it off.
For the first time in my entire life, I was jealous of my baby brother, and I didn’t like it.
I tried to stay away from her. I didn’t expect to have her land right in my lap, but now that I do, I don’t want to let her go, even though I know I should.
Not all women can handle the biker lifestyle, and mine might be a little wilder than most. The timing is all off because I have Natalia to think about too.
That thought makes me let her go, hesitantly stepping away from her. With the taste of her still in my mouth, I dip my head toward her house. “Get inside. Make sure you lock up behind you.”
Her brows furrow at my abrupt tone, but she turns and does as she’s told.
“I don’t need any rides. Just message me when my car is ready,” she calls out without spinning around. Of course, she had to have the last word.
My eyes drop to her ass, and I grit my teeth.
Fuck, but I want her.
Maybe all I need is a taste to get her out of my system.
One taste, and then I can go back to my life.
Famous last words.
* * *
“Trust us to knock up the one whore with no maternal instincts,” Bones mutters, sitting back on the couch and taking a long sip of his beer.
Once I got back from work, I gave Natalia her bath, then got her ready for bed with a bottle.
She’s only been asleep for half an hour, and I have the monitor next to me so I can hear if she wakes up.
I can also watch her like a fucking stalker to make sure she’s okay.
Lore steps into the living room and grins. He’s in all black, his violet eyes taking us in and missing nothing. His t-shirt says ‘Things I like to do in my spare time’ and has a picture of a motorcycle and a woman. “You trade in your gun for a baby monitor?”
“As if you can talk, fucker,” Bones fires back, smirking.
The two of them start talking shit, so I pull out my phone and text Isla.
Skull
You need a ride to work?
I’m the quieter twin, as the club brothers would say. Bones likes to talk, and I’m happy to let him. He’s the more social one of us, but that doesn’t mean I don’t have shit to say. I’m just less tolerant of mindless small talk.
Isla
No. I’m off for the next two days.
Skull
Anywhere else you need to go? I’ll come get you.
Isla
I’m a big girl. I can manage.
Skull
How about dinner then?
I don’t know where the fuck that came from. I don’t do dates, at least not since high school. Definitely not since I joined the club.
Isla
Thank you, but I have plans.
My eyes narrow.
Skull
What kind of plans?
“Why are you scowling at your phone?” Lore asks, kicking my boot with one of his. The resident ex-manwhore has nothing better to do than stir up shit with everyone in the clubhouse now that he has no more drama in his own life.
Before I can answer, Janet and Brandy step into the room. Brandy’s eyes light up as she spots my twin and me here.
Janet sits down next to Lore, batting her eyelashes at him. She’s wearing the shortest dress I’ve ever seen, basically just a white T-shirt. “You’re looking a bit tense there, sexy. Anything I can do for you?”
Lore’s eyes flicker with amusement. “Actually, yes, sweetheart.” He leans closer to her and lowers his tone. “You can move at least five feet away from me because if my old lady walks in and sees you near me, she’s going to kill us both.”
“What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her,” she coos, not put off by his proclamation.
A muscle works in Lore’s jaw. “You don’t touch any of the taken men, Janet. If they want it, they’ll come to you. And I’ll never be coming to you, you get me?”
Bones starts laughing, stretching his arm around Brandy. “And that is why I’m in no hurry to settle down. I’m not ready to be led around by my dick by an old lady. Imagine one pussy for the rest of your life.”
Brandy leans down and strokes him over his jeans. “I know I don’t want to lose you to an old lady, Bones.”
Bones leans his head back against the couch and closes his eyes. “You don’t have to worry about
that, babe. Fuck, get on your knees and take my cock out, Brandy. I need your hot, wet mouth on there while I drink my beer.”
She follows his commands while Lore stands up with a grin. I just know he’s about to go and find Atiana and fuck her raw. I don’t think anyone ever saw Lore settling down and being loyal to any woman, but he proved us all wrong.
Janet slides over to me, biting her bottom lip. “How about you, Skull? I’ve heard a few things about you and Bones, and I’d like to experience them for myself.”
Brandy now has Bones’ cock in her hands, stroking it before taking it down her throat. Bones sips on his beer with his head back, not even watching Brandy, just enjoying himself.
Janet’s fingers hesitate on my button for a second before she undoes it. I have no reason to push her away. I do need a fucking release, and I’m not taken.
Maybe I need to fuck away the pair of brown eyes that won’t seem to leave my mind.
My cock stirs when she slides her hand inside my boxers. I’m about to tell her to stop when Natalia starts crying.
I push her hands off me and get up, rushing to the room and wondering the whole time what the hell is wrong with me.
I need to fuck Isla and get her out of my system.
And soon.