Trident (Mayhem Makers #53)

Chapter Two

Jacie

Sipping the last of my Old Fashioned, I kept my gaze on the guy who’d zeroed in on Trident. From the moment the large man with shoulder-length messy hair came storming out of the hallway, the hairs on the back of my neck had risen. That bloke was trouble, and not the fun kind.

He scanned the room and when his dark gaze zeroed in on me, my breath stilled in my lungs at the crazed look in his eyes. He was either high or unstable. Or maybe both. Without looking away, I set my empty glass down on the table. If I was going to have to make a run for it, I’d need to be bloody fast about it. While I technically knew how to take the guy down, he was a big bastard. And if he was hopped up on drugs, it was just safer to get away rather than tackle him head on. Especially when I knew I only had to make it to the rear yard for back-up. Then Trident’s dark eyes focused on me with a hard glint in them that had me clenching my jaw. As much as I hadn’t caught a vibe earlier that he’d meant me harm, I couldn’t be sure he’d back me up if shit went sideways with his club brother.

When the men turned to glare at each other and started talking too low for me to hear, I quickly glanced around the room in hopes a few Charons had snuck in. But I wasn’t that lucky. Internally cursing the timing of me needing alone time to drink and lick my wounds, I shuffled over and out of the booth, moving silently deeper into the shadows, staying close to the wall as I headed toward a doorway. Reaching behind me, I pushed on the handle, but it didn’t budge. Of course, it was locked. Dammit.

While monitoring both the men and the rest of the room, I continued to quietly move toward the second hallway, the one that led back to the club’s offices. Surely, I’d be able to find one that was open that I could lock myself in while I decided my next move.

Seconds felt like hours as I crept my way around the perimeter of the room, holding my breath in anticipation of the men spotting me. When I made it down the hallway enough to be out of sight, I nearly tripped over my own feet in relief as I sucked in a few deep breaths. But I wasn’t safe yet and wouldn’t be until I was locked inside an office.

I nearly laughed when I struck gold on the third door I tried. Until I rushed inside and shut the door. That was when I realized my luck wasn’t so great after all. There was no fucking lock! Closing my eyes, I pinched the bridge of my nose. What should I do? Going back out into the open hallway didn’t seem like a great idea, but if they caught me in here, it would be even worse. I could call Taz, but then he’d come raging in here on the warpath and end up causing some massive thing between the two clubs. And while I was still learning about how MCs worked, I’d been told more than once that it was vital that the Charons stay on the SCMC’s good side.

Chewing on my lower lip, I hoped that me bitching out Trident earlier hadn’t already ruined that. Surely not? I couldn’t be the first woman to put a SCMC bloke in his place. And anyhow, I wasn’t wearing a Charon patch. Any insult would be from me personally, not the club. I groaned. That was worse! Surely, Taz and club would still have my back though, right? I was his sister, a blood relative.

Deciding my personal safety trumped inter-club politics, I went for my phone. I’d just tapped the screen when a shadow covered the upper glass half of the door. Then before I had time to do a damn thing, it slammed open, causing me to drop my phone with a squeal as I jumped back out of the strike zone.

Trident filled the doorway, looking way larger than he had when he’d been sitting at the bar. And the look on his face was nothing like the one he’d given me then either. Gone was the jokester I’d been bantering with, or even the hard-ass biker who’d been arguing with his club brother, and in its place was a stone-faced soldier. He ducked down and scooped up my phone from where I’d dropped it and slipped it into his pocket faster than I could voice a protest. He lunged toward me, and instinctively I lifted a palm while I backed away until I hit the wall and couldn’t go any further. He kept coming until my palm was against his chest, over his name patch. He slapped one hand against the wall beside my head, while the other he wrapped around the front of my throat, squeezing enough that I gasped in a breath, but not enough to have me full on panicking. Yet.

“Trying to run from me ain’t ever gonna be a good idea, girlie. Never do that again. Especially when you got danger nipping at your heels. We need to get you somewhere safer than here. You got a place we can go to? Away from the clubhouse.”

Of course, I did. He couldn’t possibly think I actually lived here, a single woman not part of the club. With the hand not wedged between us, I reached up and tried to pry his fingers away from my throat, but he frustratingly didn’t budge. Just raised his eyebrow as he watched me struggle.

Glaring his way, I growled out my words. “Yeah, I do, but again with that whole I don’t know you well enough thing I mentioned earlier.”

Jerking his hand away from my neck, he jabbed a finger toward the main bar. “That man who was checking you out like you were a juicy steak? He’s currently high as a fucking kite and your brother’s woman made a helluva fool outta him and some of my other brothers a while back. Animal’s been pretty vocal about wanting revenge ever since, but old ladies are off limits. Especially pregnant ones. You however, ain’t wearing a patch. He seems to think that makes it open season on you. That leaves you with limited options. You can call your big bro, which I’m guessing you were about to do, and we can sit back and watch him and Animal go at it. Not sure who’ll win, to be honest. Your brother has a rep that once he loses his cool, he’s near unstoppable. Issue is, Animal has the same damn rep. And he’s got poison in his veins to hype him up. You want Taz hurt? Be responsible for a rift between the clubs that’ll fuck us all over? Or you wanna help me help you and tell me somewhere I can fuckin’ take you so I can keep you safe tonight?”

The blood had drained from my head while he’d spoken, as I’d imagined what he’d described playing out. It could absolutely play out that way. I cleared my throat as I tried to get my spinning thoughts to make sense. He’d spoken the truth, I didn’t doubt that. One unpatched woman was not worth all that chaos he’d just described, and while Taz was strong and had been in the USMC, he had slacked off since Zara got pregnant again. She’d struggled with morning sickness, so Taz had stepped up to do more around the house and with Lolly, their eldest daughter. That had meant less time for workouts and training sessions. There was no way he was in peak condition. He certainly didn’t have the added fuel of drugs in his system.

“I don’t want to stir up trouble for anyone, but I also don’t want to risk leading any member of your club to where I live if so many of them want to see me hurt.”

I might live above Athena Security, which meant my place had a state-of-the-art system on it, but that wouldn’t stop a bunch of bikers from breaking in. They’d be able to do a lot of damage before anyone could make it to me if they came during the night.

Pain and anger flashed in his eyes as though I’d struck him. “Have I given you even the slightest hint that I would ever harm you? I’m currently breaking one of my club’s top rules for you, for fuck’s sake. “Brothers First, Brothers Forever”.”

I shook my head. “Don’t start lying to me now. You just told me you’re basically preventing an inter-club war by guarding me. That’s your top reason for being here. As you also pointed out, I’m nothing. An unpatched female at a club party.”

A dark, low chuckle that held no humor echoed around me. The deep rumble of it vibrated from his chest through to my hand that was still pressed up against his solid left pec, which sent completely inappropriate spikes of arousal through me.

“You that oblivious, babe?” He shook his head before muttering, “Thinks she’s nothing.”

Moving quickly, he had both of my wrists in one of his hands and pinned to the wall above my head. Then he pressed his front flush against mine, the heat rolling off him nearly scolding me as he ground against me, the thick, hard length of him obvious as he rubbed it over my belly. “Let me be crystal fucking clear. I want you, Jacie. Ain’t just doing this for my club. You’ve caught my interest, babe. Never gonna lie about that. And you’re lying to yourself if you think Taz and his club wouldn’t do everything they could to protect you. That’s where it’ll get messy. While the Charons won’t care you’re not patched, Animal does. He’ll use that to convince our president to back him to suffer no retaliation for what he’ll do to you.”

I only managed to hear about half of what he said, because with him grinding his pelvis against mine, my blood had gone from ice to lava within a few heartbeats. I knew it was mostly my adrenaline needing somewhere to go, but I couldn’t seem to stop myself. Struggling to suck in breaths, I arched my back, pressing my breasts more firmly into his chest, and tried to tug my hands free. With a curse, he dropped my wrists, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, scraping my nails through the buzzed hair above his nape while I tilted my hips up against his, earning myself a groan from him before he shoved both of his hands into my hair, gripping tight fists full to tug my head back, then his lips crashed down over mine, and time stopped.

All my nerve endings came alive as he kissed me. His tongue licked over my lower lip, demanding entry, and with a moan, I opened up under him. With a growl, he deepened the kiss, thrusting his tongue in and out in such a way that sent a rush of heat flooding my knickers. When I lowered my hands from his neck, he moved away enough to give me space to explore. Slipping under his cut to his bare skin, I mapped out his hard, smooth pecs with my fingertips. When I brushed over his tight little nipples, I paused to tweak them, earning me a sexy growl before he bit down on my lower lip, tugging it before ending our kiss.

Panting for breath, I looked up to take in his flushed face.

“Fuck me, we shouldn’t be doing this but hell if I can resist you.”

Before I could do more than blink, I found myself slung over his shoulder as he marched out into the hallway. I tried to wriggle around to ease the pressure of his shoulder against my stomach, but he simply wrapped a strong arm over my thighs, trapping me to him, without missing a step. Bracing my hands on his waist, I pushed my head up so I could see my surroundings. As he strode through the main room, I scanned the area, grateful it was still empty. Guess the prospect who’d been at the bar had decided against returning to his post at all. But more importantly, there were no SCMC members to report back to Animal or follow us. When he started up the stairs, I stiffened, realizing he must be planning on taking me up to one of the bedrooms. Another totally inappropriate wave of heat flashed between my thighs, and I clenched them together in a vain attempt to ease the ache.

At least the bedrooms all had solid locks on them. And if he kissed me again like he had in the office, I might be able to forget about how big of a bastard he could be and get lucky on my birthday, after all.

A shudder ran through me when he pressed his nose against my butt and inhaled.

“Fuck, you smell good. You want me too, dontcha? You’re burning so high for me, I can feel the heat through the leather of my cut.”

Not bothering to even attempt to deny his claim, I let my head fall down, releasing the strain on my neck, squeezing my eyes closed when he began to rub his thumb firmly over the seam of my jeans that ran between my thighs with each step. After a few minutes, I was nearly mindless with arousal, and couldn’t help but thrust against his shoulder, desperate for more friction for what I needed to go over the edge.

Slipping my palms into his rear pockets, I squeezed his firm ass, wishing we were naked.

“Dammit, woman. Give me a fuckin’ minute, and I’ll get you taken care of.”

He sped up until he was nearly jogging by the time he reached the upper-level hallway, proving he’d stayed here before, not slowing until he got to a door that was open. Storming in, he kicked the door shut then set me on my feet beside it.

“Stay put for a sec.”

He flipped the lock on the door, but that clearly wasn’t enough for him because he snatched the wooden chair from the desk and wedged it under the handle, testing it wouldn’t budge before he turned to scan the room with his serious soldier expression from earlier firmly in place. Goose bumps rose on my arms. Frowning, I rubbed my palms over them as the arousal that had been sizzling in my veins a moment ago cooled.

Watching him prowl around the small room, I wondered what the hell he was doing. Well, I mean it was obvious he was searching for any threats, but why? Aside from the Athena Security office, the Charon MC clubhouse was about the safest place in Bridgewater. With sure, fast movements, he moved around, opening and closing every cupboard and drawer before he disappeared into the bathroom. When he returned moments later, his gaze zeroed in on me, and with a head tilt, he cocked that eyebrow of his at me again.

“Situational awareness, babe. Always know exactly what’s around you. Where the exits are. No matter how distracted you are. Never know when things will go FUBAR.”

Bloody military types and their love of acronyms.

“You gotta speak English, T. FUBAR?”

He chuckled as he strode toward me, backing up against the wall.

“Like that you’re already givin’ me your own nickname, Ula’ula M?’ī . FUBAR means something is fucked up beyond all recognition.”

That had me grinning. “I need to remember that one. Could come in handy.”

I wanted to ask him what the hell had happened to him to be so hardcore about safety and for a translation of whatever he’d just called me. But before I could say a word, he began to strip off his cut, which had me forgetting all about my questions. My earlier arousal sparked back to life as I sighed in appreciation. The man was a work of art.

***

Trident

I wasn’t exactly known for being a man who smiled much. Quite the opposite, in fact. But around this woman, I seemed to be grinning more often than not. Without taking my gaze off her, I stepped to the side to place my jewelry and cut on the desk, then fished both our phones from my pocket and set them down next to my cut before returning to stand in front of her.

I might be forty-one years old, but I’d kept up my training since leaving the Marines. The main reason for that was safety, so I’d always be able to keep me and mine protected, but it had the side benefit of leaving me being easy on the eyes. At least that’s what a whole lot of women had told me over the years, but none of them had ever done to me what Jacie’s sweet little sigh and glazed eyes had just now. My cock wasn’t just aching, it was throbbing in the confines of my jeans.

In the back of my mind, a warning alarm started blaring, but I shut that shit down real fast, ignoring it for probably the first time since I’d been a teen. This little Aussie spitfire had me hooked good and I needed to taste her, get inside her, so fucking bad. Now that I’d confirmed the room was secure and knew the door was as locked as I could get it, I intended to spend the rest of the evening and night fully focused on her. By morning I’d know every inch of her intimately, and she’d know who she fucking belonged to.

I couldn’t fucking wait.

With my hands on her waist, I nuzzled my face in against her neck, loving how her pale skin reddened from my beard rubbing over it. Also loved that she liked it enough that she tilted her head to the side, giving me more room as she lifted her palms to rest on my hips. Moving down, I nipped at her collarbone, and in response, she scraped her short nails up over the ridges of my abs, which had me shuddering as spears of arousal shot through my system, making me more desperate for more of her.

Gripping the bottom of her tight little t-shirt, I pulled it up and over her head in one smooth move. My gaze zeroed in on her tits as I tossed the fabric in my hands aside. The black satin cupping her soft mounds had a lacy edge and was sexy as fuck, but it was in my way, so it had to go. Running my tongue over my lower lip, I slipped a palm around her ribcage then up her spine until I hit the clasp, which I flipped open in seconds with a well-practiced move. Then I made short work of sending her bra to the floor to join her shirt. Tight, dusty-pink tips topped her perky tits, and I couldn’t wait to test how sensitive she was there. How responsive she’d be to my touch.

When she started to move her arms to cover herself, I shook my head on a growl.

“No way, don’t you dare hide yourself from me. You’re fucking gorgeous, and I’m gonna do a helluva lot more than just look by the time we’re through here.”

Then before she could take another breath, I had my lips over hers, devouring her mouth as I got my hands on her sweet tits. She was small enough that my palms completely covered them, her hard nipples scraping over my skin as I caressed and kneaded her breasts. When she started squirming, pushing into my hands, I began to pinch at her tight tips before rolling them between my thumbs and forefingers, then gently twisting them. I continued to eat at her mouth as she whimpered and dug her nails into my waist, while I continued to torment her nipples. Loving that she was proving to be everything I’d hoped she’d be, sensitive and responsive to the edge of roughness I needed. I didn’t stop until she tore her lips from mine to cry out, her fingers digging in hard enough I knew she’d leave marks, if not draw blood with her nails, even with them being short.

Releasing her nipples, I shuffled away half a step and glanced down, my dick twitching at the sight of her now ruby-red nipples. Desperation for her clouded my mind as I reached for the waistband of her jeans. Attacking the fly, fumbling in my haste, I growled. Her quiet chuckle had me pausing to look into her face to appreciate how fucking gorgeous she was with her eyes sparkling with humor and arousal.

Leaning in, she pressed a light kiss to the corner of my mouth as she slipped her hands under mine to undo the button and lower the zipper. Splaying my hand over her flat stomach, I kept my gaze locked on hers as she shuddered, and her lids lowered.

“Trident, quit teasing me already.”

“Babe, I’m only just getting started.”

With that, I tugged the sides of her jeans down so they were around her hips, keeping her legs together, then shoved my hand down into her lacy black panties. My knees actually went a little weak, and I groaned.

“Fuck, babe, you’re bare.”

She stiffened. “Hope that groan was in approval, T, ‘cause I’m lasered. That hair’s never growing back.”

I dropped my head onto her shoulder. She couldn’t tell I fucking loved it?

“Yeah, Ula’ula M?’ī , it’s fucking perfect.”

I’d already wanted to get my mouth on her, but now that I knew there’d be nothing between my lips and tongue and her skin? I couldn’t fucking wait. But I would. For a little longer, at least. Sliding my fingers over her smooth mound, I kept going between her slick folds to her entrance where I thrust my middle finger in deeply. With her jeans as they were, she was extra tight, but she was wet enough that I slid easily in and out of her channel. Using my other hand to cup one of her tits, I kneaded the flesh before holding it up so I could lower my mouth and suckle on the tip, pausing every so often to use my tongue to tease the tight bud as I finger-fucked her until she was bucking against me and moaning in frustration.

“More, T. I need more.”

Switching to her other breast, I slid my fingers all the way out of her pussy, making sure to graze over her clit before lowering once more, and pushing two fingers into her core this time. I made a point to target her G-spot by curling up my fingers every time I thrust into her.

She was so fucking slick and needy, rolling her hips against me with my every stroke, riding my fingers like she would my cock. The wet suction sounds coming from her pussy were deliciously filthy. That, together with her moans and whimpers, filled the room with the best symphony I’d ever heard, one I’d never tire of hearing. When the ache in my cock grew too insistent to ignore, I released her breast and slipped my hand from her panties, making sure to brush over her clit again as I did, loving how she jerked at the teasing contact.

“Need you naked, babe.”

Not wanting to miss a moment, I kept my gaze on her as I stepped away to give her some room. Once she’d kicked off her shoes and had begun to lower her pants, I toed off my boots and nearly tore the denim in my rush to get my fly undone. Blowing out a breath, I forced myself to slow the fuck down and look at what I was doing for a few moments. Then with steady fingers, I got the button and zipper dealt with. Looping my thumbs under the waistband of both my jeans and boxer-briefs, I shoved them down my legs, kicking them free before tugging off my socks and tossing them aside with everything else.

As I straightened, my gaze went straight to her, as though she were a magnet or something. My heart skipped a damn beat at the sight she made, her perfect white teeth pressed down into her lush pink lower lip while she stared at my cock. Seemed as though she’d stalled out, hands gripping the sides of her panties, the only thing she was now wearing. Had to say, this woman did wonders for my ego. What man didn’t want his woman pausing in wonder when she first saw his dick? Gripping my hard length in my palm, I started slowly stroking myself, grinning as her eyes followed the movement.

“Keep going, babe. Need to see that pretty pussy of yours that I’ll be fillin’ up real soon.”

Tilting her head back against the wall with a loud exhale, she closed her eyes and clenched her hands into fists around the fabric she held.

“I shouldn’t be here. Shouldn’t find your demanding bullshit such a fucking turn-on.”

Releasing my cock, I stepped toward her. With one hand pressed against the wall beside her head, I leaned in until I could brush my nose against hers, teasing her with a barely there touch. Then with my other hand, the one that’d been on my dick a few moments ago, I rubbed over her panties. She pressed her palms against my chest, and worried I’d misread things, I paused to see if she’d push me away. When she didn’t try to put more space between us, I got back to what I was doing, pushing the soaked fabric against her flesh until it molded over her bare mound and pussy lips. Her clit was so fucking hard, I could feel the little nub through the thin fabric. Scraping a nail over it a few times, I enjoyed how she jerked at each pass, how her blue irises, that were locked on mine, glazed over with bliss. When her mouth opened as she started panting for breath, I pressed my thumb between her folds as deep as the fabric would allow while I shifted my head to the side so I could nip at her earlobe.

“You’re the one bullshitting us both if you think you don’t want this. Want me. Your panties are soaked. Reckon I’ll have you comin’ in seconds once I get my mouth on this hot little pussy of yours, then again even harder once I get my dick in you.”

My words left her shuddering, groaning as she tilted her hips up against me, seeking more friction while her fingers curled into my pecs. Yeah, she wanted everything I was gonna give her. After delivering one more nip to her earlobe, I pulled my hand from between her thighs and gripped the front of her neck. Holding her still so I could give her another rough kiss. Without removing my lips from hers, I lowered both hands to her panties, gripping the thin fabric over her hip before giving it a sharp tug, ripping the fabric. Before her mind could fully comprehend what I was doing, I moved the other side and did the same thing before peeling the wet fabric away from her and tossing it aside. I’d make sure I grabbed them later… they were mine now.

Breaking the kiss, I returned my palm to her throat then pressed my knee between her thighs, raising it until I could feel her slick pussy sliding against me.

“Trident…”

She dragged out my name as she moved her hands down and around to my waist and started grinding against my leg.

“Yeah, that’s it, babe. Be a good girl and ride me. Fuck, I can’t wait to do all sorts of wicked things to you.”

Lowering my hand from her throat, I gave her right nipple a pinch and twist while nuzzling my face into her neck, rubbing my beard over her sensitive skin until she was whimpering and her movements against my leg had grown jerky. Releasing her tit, I dropped to my knees. The slaps of her palms against the wall were loud in the room as I threw one of her legs over my shoulder. The hitch in her breath when I spread her bare lips open with my thumbs and blew over her wet folds had my dick throbbing. Leaning in, I delivered one long lick from as far back as I could reach up until I could tease her hard little clit.

“Bloody hell, T!”

Chuckling at her cursing, I took a moment to savor my first taste of her. Fuck, her musky sweetness was perfection, and I wanted—no, needed—more.

She rolled her hips with a whimper, and I focused back on my mission to have her mindless from all the orgasms I was gonna give her. Teasing her inner thigh with my beard, I chuckled when she cursed again, enjoying the hell out of how fucking responsive she was to my every touch.

“You taste so fucking good, Jacie. I’m gonna wanna eat you for breakfast, lunch and dinner, seven days a week.”

She shook her head and opened her mouth like she was gonna tell me some bullshit about this being for just one night, but before she could utter a word, I covered her wet, pink slit with my mouth and plunged my tongue deep into her channel. Thrusting in and out, I moved a thumb up to her clit, rubbing small circles on the tight bud until she shuddered then blew apart for me, calling my name.

Sweetest fucking sound I’d ever heard? My name on her lips as she came. I couldn’t wait to hear it again. That voice in the back of my mind whispered that it’d be even sweeter to hear her calling out my real name, but that shit could shut the fuck up. No one called me by my birth name anymore. I doubted many in the club even knew what it was.

Moving my hand away from her now over-sensitive clit, I wrapped my palm around my twitching cock as, with a hum, I ate up all the cream she was giving me. I’d always fucking loved going down on a woman. Being surrounded by her musk as I made her shatter again and again for me. Making sure she was well and truly slick enough that when I fucked her, I could slam in deep on the first stroke. But I’d never enjoyed it as much as I was right now, with Jacie. There was just something about this woman that got to me. And I couldn’t fucking wait to get inside her, fill her up. Claim her as my own.

When her leg started to tremble, I gently moved her other one from my shoulder down to the ground, and as I stood, pressed my shoulder to her stomach and lifted her. Which had her stiffening and slapping me on the shoulder blade.

“What the hell? Again with this?”

I shrugged the shoulder she wasn’t on. “Fastest way to get you where I need you, babe.”

Laying her out on the bed, my hand dropped back down to stroke my cock as I took in the sight she made. Flushed chest and face, her pale red, wavy hair spread out over the steel gray covers. She was staring at my dick again while she chewed on that lower lip of hers like she had earlier. My attention went lower when she clenched her thighs together before rubbing them against each other. Looked like my little hellcat wanted more, which was a damn good thing because I had plenty more that I wanted to give her.

“Want your hands on your tits, babe, while you spread your legs wide for me. I’m not nearly done with you.”

Her hands trembled as she slid them slowly up over her chest, until they covered her perky breasts. She was biting down on her lip so hard, it was a wonder she hadn’t drawn blood, but the flush to her cheeks and sparkle in her gaze told me she was into what I was dishing out.

“Don’t go hiding yourself from me, Jacie. Never try to do that. I wanna see your fingers on your sweet pink nipples, twisting and tugging on them until you’re squirming.”

Heat flared in her eyes. “And what are you planning on doing? Gonna stand there and jack off?”

I grinned as I chuckled at her sass.

“Nah, babe. As soon as you’re a good girl and do what I say, I’m gonna make another meal outta you.”

“Dammit, Trident.”

As she groaned out the words, she squeezed her thighs together and closed her eyes before she tilted her head back, revealing the long line of her pale neck. Which left me running my tongue over my lower lip as I mentally mapped out exactly where I’d mark her later, sucking on her sensitive skin until I left a strawberry that would tell every fucking man who saw her that she was claimed.