Chapter 3
CHAPTER THREE
TAYA
Music pounds everyone’s ears as the sounds of the DJ fill the club that we are at. Once a month, or more, if my girls have the time, we hit a club and party like we have never before.
We all work hard and party hard.
Whereas on the farm, I am in work clothes which are comprised of jeans and T-shirt, when we go out, I dress to the nines.
Dressed in a black sequined bodycon dress with high heels, my hair curled to perfection and my makeup on point, me and my besties, Soren and Missy, dance and drink, enjoying the night.
“Shit, I love this song,” Missy calls out, swaying her hips, catching the attention of three guys behind her.
She is a looker and has been my non-blood sister since birth. Our moms were best friends. She has short blonde hair and a slim figure, with tits and legs for days, that men drool over. Soren is gay and a pretty boy. His words, not mine. He loves the attention from men who are bigger than him. He loves to wear subtle makeup, unless we go out for the night. Then he goes all out. He loves women’s underwear but dresses like a man with a little flair.
They are my world aside from my family.
Both of them have been with me since we were in kindergarten. Some little bully pushed Soren over on the playground, so obviously both Missy and I came to his rescue, and he became our bestie.
“She is going to get so drunk tonight,” Soren says close to my ear. I smile at him.
“Yep, but she is not my problem once I hand her over to Drake.” We laugh.
Drake is Missy’s husband and is amazeballs. That man worships the ground she walks on, and her feelings are very much reciprocated. I want that; I want someone who will be there for me through everything but who will also joke around and make me laugh.
Soren and I dance, pulling Missy to us, making sure that no random dick touches her.
If you fuck with one of us, you fuck with all three of us.
We laugh, dance, and drink well into the night. My body aches but in the good way that proves that I am letting loose and having fun.
“Shit, do not look at who just walked in,” Soren murmurs in my ear.
I turn my head toward the door and my body zaps to life.
“I said do not look, woman,” Soren chastises me on a slur.
Yeah, the alcohol is getting to us.
“Of course I am going to look when you say shit like that,” I reply.
In walk three members of the Three Kings MC, and right in the front of the trio is Smoke. He looks good in his black T-shirt, black jeans, and his cut over his huge shoulders. His dark hair matches the perfectly groomed beard that he sports that makes him look so fucking hot.
I can only imagine how that beard would feel between my legs. Shit. Nope, I am mad at him.
He turns to speak to the men who came in with him: Intel and Sniper.
Why are the men of that club so freaking hot?
It is like there must be a sign-up form where you have to state how hot you are.
“When are you going to give in and get some dicking from that man?” Soren asks.
I cock a brow at him, turning to face in his direction.
“Like you are one to talk. Intel?” I challenge.
The smirk drops from Soren’s face, and I immediately feel bad. Guilt starts eating at my alcohol-filled stomach.
“I’m sorry,” I murmur.
Soren has had a crush on Intel for years, and even though my gay bestie is very open-minded, he will not have sex with a man who is having sex with someone else. That was ingrained in him for years, when he lived and I say that term loosely, with his family who are religious nuts.
Thankfully, he escaped when he was sixteen and my father took him in.
After weeks of flirting between Soren and Intel, we were invited to a party one night by Intel and Locke. After the flirting session that went on between my bestie and Intel, we thought the invite was a ruse for them to connect some more but that was not the case.
When we arrived at the party, we walked in on Intel fucking another man, who was apparently a club whore and Intel’s favorite. I saw the pain on my bestie’s face, and all I wanted to do was kick Intel in the balls, but we left instead.
After we saw that and left, Soren swore that he would never trust Intel again.
“Fuck,” he mutters.
I shiver when I feel heat at my back.
Hands land on my waist, fingers flexing against my skin.
My breasts become heavy, my nipples pebble under the material of my dress, and my thong is suddenly uncomfortably damp.
“You are looking sexy in this dress, baby. It makes your ass look delectable.” Smoke’s breath and voice hit my ear, making my body respond with a shiver.
My eyes flutter closed at the sensation of what his words do to me. This is the superpower that Smoke has.
He can turn women to puddle of liquid from just the sound of his deep voice.
I am spun to face him, and I am met with a sexy smirk on his lips, a dark aroused look in his eyes, and it makes my pussy twitch. He bites his lip, and it propels me back to when he was a prick to me.
Inching back, my body lines up with Soren’s. I turn my head to apologize but he is not looking at me. Following his gaze, I see Intel at the other end, looking at my bestie with heat in his eyes.
Deciding to handle both men at once, I open my mouth to say my piece.
“My ass looks good in everything, thank you very much.” I cock a hip, making his grin wider, then I look to Intel. “You can stop looking at Soren like that. You fucked up your chance, biker man. Go find some other easy fuck to sink your dick into,” I snap.
Hurting me is one thing, I am tough and can handle myself, but fuck with my friends, and I will fucking hurt you right back. I will defend my people until my last breath, and I believe that one day that will happen, if the look that Intel is giving me is anything to go by.
Soren grips my hand at my side, and I squeeze back.
“Not your business, Taya. I can fuck who I want.” Intel chuckles, but I see some anger swirling in his eyes.
“Cleary,” I retort.
Smoke looks over his shoulder and nods to the guys, they both turn and leave but not before Intel speaks up, but not to me.
“I will be seeing you soon, sexy.” He winks at Soren, who stiffens.
“Not likely,” my bestie speaks up firmly and holy moly, I am proud.
“Go join your buddies, Smoke. I am here with friends, and I want to enjoy myself and not have to deal with pushy bikers who can’t take no for an answer,” I explain to him, keeping my voice firm.
Smoke steps forward, because come on, he is not one to back down. His hand rests on my hip, his digits flexing against me.
“Not here to ruin your night, baby. Came in for a drink with my brothers, but seeing you here now makes me want other things.” He licks his lips.
And because I am stupid on alcohol, I have to ask.
“What things?” I say with a breathy tone.
He brings his mouth to my ear, his lips brushing against the outer shell, and my body erupts with goose bumps. His body aligns with mine and shit, my body turns traitor on my heart.
“You. Coming on my dick, my fingers, my tongue. Your choice.”
My breath hitches, and I can feel his lips move again.
“I fucked up saying that shit to you. I was wrong to take my shit out on you.”
Pulling his head back, I can see the seriousness of his statement in his dark eyes. I get lost in them as he inches forward, bringing his face closer to mine.
“I need to taste you, Taya,” he says before he presses his lips against mine.
A growl slips from his throat, making my body hum for him— or it could be the alcohol. Big hands slip around my body, cupping my ass and pulling me tight to his hard body. My thong is soaked.
He buries his head in my neck, his lips latching onto my skin, and I arch, letting him have more of me.
“Let me have you, Taya. Let me have your taste on my tongue all night.”
I nod, unable to speak; his touches mixed with the copious amount of alcohol I have had stealing my ability to speak. Even with the amount I have drunk tonight, I am still in control of my thinking, it is just a little sloppy, that’s all.
Smoke grins, taking my hand, and he leads me away from my friends, who are now looking concerned, but I push it down. I can have this one night with Smoke and then forget about him.
Yep, that sounds like a solid plan.
We reach a dark wooden door, before Smoke leads me inside. The second it closes behind me, he slams his lips against mine like he’s a starving man. My body sings for his touch, and I both love and hate that it is him making me feel like this.
With his lips still on mine, his hands explore my legs, sliding my dress up my thighs, until the material is bunched at my waist. I arch my hips, pressing into him, needing the friction.
I am lifted off my feet, my legs going around his denim-covered hips.
I feel his hand slip between us, then he is fumbling with his zipper.
“Hurry, Smoke,” I plead, making him pull back to smirk at me.
“I knew that you always wanted me, baby,” he gloats.
“I am just horny, and you are a willing cock, Smoke.”
He laughs before kissing me again to silence me.
I feel his fingers against my clit, and I gasp, making his grin widen and brighten up his face. The need to smack it off his handsome face is strong but the need for his cock is taking over. My pussy is like a greedy bitch for him.
“Condom,” I pant, feeling the head of his dick at my entrance.
“Fuck.” He steps away, slowly lowering me to the floor.
A part of my brain is telling me to run while I have a chance but the hussy side of me is screaming at me to stay and experience being with him. I stare at him as he digs out a condom, then slips it over his large cock.
“That is not going to fit inside of me,” I tell him, staring wide-eyed at his crotch.
“Oh, baby, it will fit. I will make it fit, and it will make you feel so fucking good,” he gloats again.
I am lifted off my feet, my back pressed against the wall behind me, my ankles crossed at the small of his back, holding on for dear life, and I feel him slide inside of me.
“Oh, hell,” I pant, my eyes scrunching closed at the feeling of being filled.
“Fuck, you feel good, baby. Better than I dreamed.” He has dreamed of me?
Between the alcohol and the heady sexual mix between us, I try not to think of him dreaming about me. Is he fucking his fist when he does this, or when he is balls deep in some other chick?
Pushing any thought of him with someone else down, I focus on how he fills me and what he is doing to my body.
“Fuck, yeah,” he growls as he fucks into me.
My fingers dig into the base of his skull, my nails breaking skin, I am sure.
He fucks me savagely and raw. I love it. We are both breathing heavily, my gasps mixed with his grunts filling the room. Anyone can come in and catch us, but that adds to the excitement of what we are doing.
I blame the yummy shots.
“Oh, yes. Harder,” I beg.
“Hell yeah, she likes it hard and rough.” The deep sound of his voice sends a wave of shivers through me, making my pussy ripple around him.
“Fuck, Taya.”
My body is alive. I have never felt like this before during sex, and I blame the cocktails that I have drunk tonight and not the man that is buried deep inside of me.
He fucks me hard and fast, my back presses against the cold wall behind me.
His cock fills me up, hitting the right spot inside of me, and before I know it, I am screaming his name, coming all over his cock, which pulses inside of me as he climaxes soon after me. With his head still buried in the crook of my neck, we both try to catch our breaths, my heart racing so fast and hard in my chest.
A bang comes from outside the door, and it is what brings me back to the reality of what I just did. I did the one thing that I swore I would never do: fucking delicious cocktails, and sexy bikers.
I wiggle for him to let me go, ignoring the frown on his face.
His cock slips free as he slowly sets me on my feet. Stepping back, I close my eyes, trying to calm my erratic heart while I adjust my dress before looking at him. His eyes are glassy from his orgasm, and I can imagine mine have the same look.
My mouth opens and closes like a fish, trying to come up with something to say. His eyes narrow, and I see anger slip into his gaze.
“Do not say you fucking regret it,” he growls making my body respond to him again.
Shit.
Squaring my shoulders, I pull my big girl panties up, well thong, and tell him my thoughts.
“I do not regret it, Smoke. I was horny and you are always a willing cock. We both got what we wanted, but it will not happen again.” I step around him and pull the door open for a hasty escape, but his words stop me.
“We will see, Taya.” My name on his lips has the desired effect on my body so I run, needing to get as far away from him as possible.
I ignore the looks that Missy and Soren give me when I rejoin them, and I force the night to carry on in the way we had intended, while I try to ignore the hot pulses between my thighs that Smoke left behind.