1 – Ciara
“ Y our man is causin’ trouble again,” Cade murmurs, leaning against the bar as I wipe a glass, preparing to put it away.
“Tell me what he’s done now, because honestly, Cade, it’s like trying to keep a leash on a bear.”
Chuckling, Cade sips his beer. “He’s ridding the world of scum, which I don’t blame him for, but the man is goin’ to get himself locked up if he’s not careful.”
Scrunching my lip, I look up at him. “What do you mean ridding the world of scum?”
“Eliminating the filth. Don’t need to explain what that means. By now, you know.”
“Define scum,” I say, tipping my head to the side and holding his gaze.
“Murderers, rapists, drug dealers ... scum.”
Shrugging, I go back to wiping the glass. “Then let him go, I say.”
“He’s careless, Tom Cat, it will get him killed if he ain’t careful.”
Pausing, I stare at my long-time friend and occasional enemy. “Spike won’t be told what to do. You and I both know that. I’ll tell him to be careful, but I also know that what you guys do in your spare time would probably scare the shit out of me. You’re a biker club, he’s doing the work that needs to be done. You and I both know this town is getting overrun with bad people wanting to cause problems. Is it so bad if he eliminates a few of them?”
Since when did murder and I become friends?
Years ago, the very thought of a life being taken would make me sick. Now, I’m talking about it in conversation as if it’s nothing.
I suppose there is a difference between innocent lives and guilty ones. The people the club take out are the worst of the worst, they’re the kind to pluck kids off the street and sell them for money. In my opinion, they don’t deserve to breathe another breath of air on this earth.
“Trust me, I don’t care what he’s doing, I just care that he’s gettin’ careless about it. Saw a news article only two days ago about a body bein’ left in an alley. He’s messy, and messy will get him locked up.”
He’s right about that.
Spike knows better than to do sloppy work.
“I’ll talk to him,” I assure him.
“Appreciate it,” he murmurs. “How are you feelin’ about goin’ tomorrow?”
My stomach twists with nerves. “I’m actually terrified. I know it’s only two days a week, but the more I think about it, the more I’m scared to leave my babies. Mercy is six months now, and Spike is the best dad, but I’m still wracked with guilt. What if I miss something important?”
Cade grins. “You’re a worrier, but I assure you, those kids will be fine. It’s two days, and it’s just as important for them to see their mom doin’ something for herself, somethin’ she loves. Don’t feel guilt about that.”
He’s right, I know he’s right, but it doesn’t take away the fact that I feel like I’m failing them by not being there every second of their lives.
“What if I don’t fit in with all the other people there? I mean, some of them are younger than me, and they’re cooler and ...”
Cade chuckles, cutting me off. “Tom Cat, you’re goin’ to be just fine. You’ll be partyin’ with the best of them in no time.”
I giggle.
“Spike, on the other hand, is goin’ to hate havin’ you away. He won’t admit it, but the idea of not bein’ able to see you every second of the day is goin’ to piss him right off.”
I laugh. “He’ll get through. It’ll do him good. He might miss me enough to stop treating me like a delicate doll.”
“You’re his entire world—he’s got to handle you with care.”
I snort. “Well, occasionally, I’d like to be thrown against a wall and broken.”
Cade shakes his head, a sly grin on his face. “On that note ...”
“Aw come on,” I say, laughing as he turns and walks out. “We’re friends. We talk about these things!”
“Are you tormenting my man again?”
Turning, I see Addison walking in with Mercy on her hip. She just changed her for me, and judging by the look on her face, it was bad.
“He doesn’t want to listen to my sex talk. Rude. How did you go with Mercy?”
Addison scowls at me. “I don’t know what you feed this child, but I am officially off duty as her god mother. No way am I ever experiencing what I just did. It was up her back. Her back . Do you have any idea what that was like? I’m traumatized.”
I laugh, reaching out for my baby.
“She does some good ones. Got that from her dad, I think.”
Addison scrunches her lips. “I think she needs to be dairy free or something, because girlll ...”
I laugh. “I’ll take your suggestion into consideration.”
Rolling her eyes, Addi grins. “Are you all packed for tomorrow?”
“I think so. Ugh, I’m so nervous. I’m not sure I’m ready for this.”
Reaching out, Addison puts her hands on my shoulders. “You were born ready for this. Go have some fun, live a little. I’m jealous, but rest assured, if there is a frat party, I’m there.”
Shaking my head, I can’t help but smile. “I think we’re a bit old for that now.”
Eyes widening, Addison gasps. “Excuse me, I’m not even twenty-five. How dare you say such a thing.”
“Some of those kids are like eighteen. We’re old in comparison.”
Putting her hands over her ears, Addison clicks her tongue. “La la la, I’m not listening.”
“Well, some of us still act like we’re eighteen ...” I tease.
Dropping her hands, she grins and flicks her hair. “Better.”
“Seriously, though, I’m so nervous.”
She tips her head to the side thoughtfully. “Trust me, honey, you’re going to be just fine and so are the kids. Spike might sulk, but he’s going to get through. Just think about the amazing sex you’ll have when you get back.”
I grin. “Oh, I’m already imagining it.”
“No more babies, though, because that girl is enough to keep us on our toes forever.”
Mercy babbles and smiles at that exact moment.
“I think she is going to keep us alive, that’s for sure,” I say, pressing a kiss to her chubby, soft cheek.
“I can’t believe we’re mothers now. Remember when we were just tormenting this poor club with our presence?”
I laugh. “Oh, those were the good old days.”
Addison laughs, then steps forward and hugs me.
“Go give them hell, honey.”
Oh, I plan to.
THE WAFT OF SMOKE COMING from the darkness tells me he’s outside. After parking in the garage, I checked on both kids, who are soundly sleeping, then I head out to find him sitting on the front deck, boots up on the railing, cigarette in hand. Taking him in, shirtless, wearing only a pair of jeans, my heart skips a beat. Spike still has the ability to make everything inside me turn to water.
My knees get weak.
My breath hitches.
He’s the very air I breathe.
Walking up behind him, I place my hand on his back, running it down his warm, muscled form. God damn. I want him more than he could ever possibly know.
“I’ve heard you’re getting up to no good,” I murmur, sliding around until I’m in front of him.
His hand lashes out, pulling me onto his lap as he flicks the cigarette over the railing. I frown at him, but he quickly takes that frown away when he leans in, his mouth finding my neck as his hands pull me closer, pressing my tiny body against his large one.
“Distracting me won’t help,” I murmur, closing my eyes, relishing in the way his lips feel moving over my flesh.
Pulling back, I meet his gaze, taking in those perfect eyes. I run my hand through his sandy colored hair—it’s not as long as it usually is, but it still gives him that rugged edge, especially with the bandana tied around his head. I slide it off, tossing it to the ground as I glide my fingers through his locks.
“Tell me what’s happening,” I say, not moving my gaze from his.
“Nothin’ is happenin’, Tom Cat. I’m cleanin’ up the mess.”
“What mess?”
“This town is overrun with scum; we’re losin’ our stance, and it’s time people remember who we are.”
Frowning, I tip my head to the side. “Violence isn’t always the way to go. Maybe Jackson is trying to change things up.”
“We’re a biker club, baby, not a fuckin’ dance studio. Violence is what we do.”
I exhale. “Have you spoken to Jackson about this?”
“Jackson is set in his ways, he don’t want to see what’s goin’ on right in front of him.”
My concern with Jackson and Spike is that one day they’ll clash. It has always been something that worries me. Spike is used to being in charge, and when the clubs merged, it was mostly handed over to Jackson even though Spike gets a huge say in how things run. I don’t think it’s enough for him, though. He wants to run it. He wants things to go his way. I am terrified of the tension that is going to cause.
“Things are finally good around here. It has been a long road for all of us. Maybe it’s time to set your focus on less.... murdery things.”
He grins. “Just because you’ve got your sweet ass on my cock doesn’t mean that I’m goin’ to automatically fall for your terrible advice, baby.”
I grin. “It was worth a shot. I just don’t want to see you get hurt. We have two kids now. Not to mention, I am still reliving the trauma of you being shot. I don’t think I can handle it again. So, can we maybe slow it down?”
He reaches up, running his finger over my bottom lip. “Am who I am. I can promise you I’m careful, but that’s all I can promise.”
I exhale. “I guess I have to accept that then. Just ... make sure you clean up your mess. We don’t need any more drama being brought to the club. Not after everything that has happened.”
“Enough talkin’ about the club. The kids are asleep and you’re leavin’ me for two days tomorrow. I can think of better things to do.”
He moves me so I’m straddling him, my mini skirt pushed wide open to reveal my panties. His finger slides between them and runs up and down my already wet sex. I bite my lip, my pussy aching for him. “It’s only two days, you’re acting like I’m going for a year.”
“Two days without you feels like a fuckin’ year,” he murmurs. “Don’t like bein’ where I can’t protect you.”
I snort. “What do you supposed I’m going to have happen? Maybe murdered by another student? Taken captive by a professor? Oh, maybe a frat boy will tie me up in his basement.”
He pinches my inner thigh, and I yelp, but I can’t keep the grin from spreading across my face. “It’s going to be okay, Danny, I promise.”
He mutters something under his breath before angrily shoving my panties aside and finding my soaked entrance. Pushing a finger in, he brings his mouth close to mine. “Remember one thing,” he growls, as he curls his finger up and presses that sweet spot, “this little cunt is mine, and mine only. Anyone so much as attempts to touch you, I will cut their fuckin’ dick off and feed it to them in front of the entire school.”
My moan is smothered by a gasp. “God. Dramatic.”
He grins. “And yet, I speak only the truth.”
His thumb finds my clit and he rubs as I moan, my body desperate for him, my soul on fire. I want him inside me, I want him to bend me over this railing and fuck me out here, in the cool night air, for all the neighbors to hear. I don’t care if they listen to every single one of my moans, I want them to know just how good it feels being fucked by Spike.
“Put me over this railing, Spike,” I whisper, my pussy clenching around his fingers. “Fuck me so hard the entire world knows I’m yours.”
He growls, fucking me so perfectly with his fingers, I know it won’t be long before I find bittersweet release.
“Not until you cum for me. I want to feel your sweet pussy squeeze my fingers as you pulse around me.”
Moaning, I tip my head back as his mouth finds my neck. I cum with a cry, my body shaking, my pussy gripping his fingers just like he wanted. Only when I’ve stopped trembling does he move me, quickly, frantically, with a need we both feel. He grips his jeans, his abdomen flexing as he jerks them down. I lick my lips, letting my eyes roam over his perfect muscles.
God damn, I want him so bad.
His cock springs free, the spikes glistening in the dull patio light. With one swipe, he runs his hand down his thick length and removes all the magnetic spikes, leaving only the best part – the little beads that make everything feel so much better. Then, he shoves them in his pocket as he spins me around and presses me into the railing.
Mouth to my ear, he growls, “Don’t hold back, baby.”
He tears my panties off with one, swift jerk and tosses them to the ground as he presses his cock to my entrance. Then, he’s inside me, full and hard, stretching me and making everything ache. I groan his name as I clutch the railing, pushing myself farther over it, until am taking him deep. So deep it almost hurts, but the pleasure far outweighs the pain.
Tangling his fingers into my hair, Spike fucks me just how I’ve been desperately wanting to be fucked. Hard and deep, slamming my body into the railing, his fingers causing my scalp to burn as he pulls my hair. Filthy, raw, primal, exactly what I need. I scream, unleashing everything inside me as incredible pleasure washes over my body. It’s the most incredible feeling having him inside me.
“Danny,” I bellow as an orgasm rips through my body. “Oh, yes, fuck me.”
His growl is feral and low as he slams into me one more time before rasping his own release, his cock pulsing deep as he jerks inside me. By the time we both come down from our high, we’re panting and coated in a fine sheen of sweat. Pulling back, his cock slides from my body as he spins me around and pulls me closer, his release running down my leg, warm and sticky.
“I need a shower,” I murmur.
“Not until you cum once more,” he growls, hooking an arm around my waist and placing his free hand between my legs.
He doesn’t care that his fingers are coating in his own release, he finds my clit and rubs. It’s already swollen and hard, slick with cum, and it only takes minutes of him gliding his fingers over it for me to gasp his name once more, my lips against his, my body trembling as he holds me up with one arm. Then, he steps back, bringing his thumb to my lips and sliding it in. The salty taste of our pleasure combined is thrilling as I suck it off him.
He's filthy, and I love everything about it.
Stepping away, I slide my skirt down as he pulls up his jeans.
Less than five minutes later, a car pulls into the yard, and I notice right away it’s a police officer. Glancing at Spike, I see him immediately stiffen as he watches the male officer get out and walk up to the front deck. He doesn’t come up the steps, and I can see his eyes scan Spike, weary.
“Sorry to bother you folks, but I had a complaint about screaming coming from here.”
My cheeks flush as I glance at Spike, who immediately relaxes, a sly grin spreading across his face.
“Wasn’t us, officer. Can’t help you.”
“The caller was adamant it was coming from here and was concerned for,” his eyes move to me, “her safety.”
We both know right away which neighbor would have called. A middle-aged lady next door, who, for her own unfortunate end, is named Karen. She does nothing to avoid living up to that name, and because of that, she is constantly complaining about something we are doing. Mostly, she is terrified of Spike and has it in her head that I’m in some kind of abusive relationship and she needs to save me.
“Tell Karen my woman is just fine,” Spike murmurs, crossing his arms.
The officer glances at me. “Ma’am, I have to ask, are you okay?”
Nodding, I try to fight the smile on my face. “Yes, everything is perfectly fine here. We were, ah, watching something.”
Narrowing his eyes, the officer glances at the ground beside my feet, where my torn panties lay on the patio. I follow his gaze, and a nervous giggle leaves my throat. “Oh, those damn kids, always running around with my washing.”
I lean down and scoop them up, shoving them behind my back and offering a guilty smile.
The moment he figures out what is going on, the officer nods quickly. “I see everything is fine here. Sorry to bother you.”
With that, he leaves.
Spike glances over at Karen’s fence, and we can see a faint light behind it. Oh, she’s there listening.
“Hate to break it to ya, Karen,” Spike calls, “but those weren’t screams of pain, they were screams of pleasure. Should try it out some time. I’ve got friends, if you need ...”
The light flicks out quickly, and I slap Spike’s arm. “Stop being so mean.”
“She wants to stick her nose in,” he murmurs, hooking an arm around my waist, “then she can deal with the consequences.”
I can’t help it.
I grin.
Yeah, this one is mine.