11. Jessica
11
Jessica
I get out and stand by the car, fuming. Diablo climbs off her bike and immediately comes over to me. She glances at the car’s license plate that says Sandy. She knows things are about to go sideways.
“Keep your shit together,” Diablo says.
“If he’s in there fucking her, I will kill both of them. Rip his dick off and choke her with it.”
I move around Diablo under the watchful eyes of club members and old ladies. Several kids play on a playground, and bikers drink beers nearby. When I get to the building entrance, Beast comes out with Skittles. I move by without a word.
“Hellcat,” Diablo says, following. “Don’t do it.”
“What the fuck is going on?” Beast says, coming back inside. As the club president, I wonder if he’s ever experienced one of his members and his bitch get murdered inside the club.
I don’t see Watcher or Sandy in the bar area, which means only one thing. He’s in his room fucking her. Raging, I grab an empty beer bottle from the bar and head down a hallway from where a biker and woman appear.
The first two rooms are empty. I open the third door and find a woman giving a member a blowjob. They both look at me, but she doesn’t stop sucking the guy’s dick. I close the door and move on to the next room.
“Hellcat,” Diablo says. “You need to stop.”
“Somebody needs to stop her,” Beast says. “And find Watcher!”
I open the next door and stand in the doorway, gripping the bottle, watching Sandy moving up and down on a bed. I can’t see Watcher, but I can hear moans. It doesn’t matter. Time to put them both in the hospital.
Diablo grabs my arm, but I shrug her away, charging forward, raising the bottle. Sandy turns her head and screams—bitch—and the man looks around her.
I stop just short of cracking the bottle on Sandy’s head.
“Damnit, Slash. What the fuck is going on?” Beast says. I back away and bump into him. He points at the woman. “Who are you fucking?”
“That’s my wicked stepmother,” I say.
“What the fuck is she doing here?” Beast moves around me and motions for Diablo and Skittles to escort me out. “Get your dick out of her stepmother, please.”
“I’m not finished,” I hear Slash say.
“Were you looking for her or Watcher?” Skittles asks.
“Watcher. That bitch was a surprise.” I let her lead me outside and to the closed garage doors. She knocks on the door, and moments later, it begins opening.
I see the boots, the jeans, the cut, and Watcher. He’s holding a wrench and has grease on his forearms and face. He looks from me to Diablo and Skittles and then at the empty beer bottle in my hand.
To Watcher’s left, I see the bike I told him I liked. The chrome is almost blinding, and parts of the bike have been painted purple. Hellcat is written in script on the gas tank, surrounded by orange and yellow flames. The thing is gorgeous.
“Should be able to ride by tomorrow,” Watcher says. “I need to make some minor modifications.” He sticks the wrench into his back pocket. “What’s going on?” He sees the Mercedes in the parking lot. “Fuck. You brought your stepmother?”
“No,” I say. “She brought herself. She was inside fucking your friend Slash. You didn’t know she was here?”
“I’ve been in here all morning working on your bike.” He nods at Skittles and Diablo. “I got this,” he says, and they leave.
“Now you wanna tell me what’s going on?” He looks at his phone to see if I’d sent a message about showing up.
“I wanted to surprise you.” I look back at the building entrance. “For the second time, I thought I was going to tell you I’m sorry and find you having sex with the wicked stepmother.”
“A woman like that isn’t going to walk into a biker club and not get fucked.” He pulls me into the garage and closes the door. “Slash is a good guy.”
“I’m sure she walked in looking to fuck someone if not you,” I say. “I’m sorry for causing a scene. Hope Beast doesn’t chew the rest of your ass.”
He sits on a stool, holding my hands. “You’re pretty hot when you’re about to throw down.”
“I want to kill her.” I walk away and stand next to the bike he was working on. “I was kind of a bitch for not at least listening to you, Watcher. I should have stayed and talked to you about what was going on. I’m sorry.”
He shakes his head and grabs the wrench. “You got a lot of shit on your plate you need to figure out. You gotta have space to do that. I’ve thought about it a lot since yesterday. I don’t know, Jessica. I’m a shit-ton to deal with.”
“I know. That’s why I’m here. I want you to tell me what’s going on.”
He goes to the sink and starts washing grease off his hands and arms. Watching him do so turns out to be fucking hot. He looks in the mirror above the sink and sees me staring. The look in his eyes is dark and delicious. I shoot him a smile while he dries his hands. Fucking bikers. I had no idea.
“You okay, Jess.” He turns and leans against the sink, crossing his arms. His dick is hard and pushing against his pants. I want him in the worst way.
“Jeremy showed up at the rink before I left.” That was the only way I knew how to start the conversation.
Watcher chuckles and stays where he’s at. We both know if he comes near me, he’ll be fucking me on or against the Hellcat bike. “Is he still scared shitless?”
“He is, but wants to know why that happened. I sort of told him I’d get back to him on that.” I leave the bike and stand closer to the man I seem to know nothing about. ‘Can I just be honest?”
“I’m an open book, Jess. Just waiting to be read.” He returns to the stool he was sitting on and reaches out for me. I’m not sure how we manage the balancing act, but I straddle his waist and put my arms over his shoulders. “When I was younger, I got involved with a girl a few years older than me. She taught me some things. Introduced the world of sex in a way I never knew existed. It opened my eyes.”
“You had a threesome with her?” I blurt, getting straight to the point. He nods.
“I was so fucking attached to this girl. Jealous like a motherfucker. We got to this kink club that she’d snuck me into at least a dozen times. This time, things were different.” He looks away, deep in thought. I don’t dare interrupt. “We danced for several minutes. The dance floor was always fucking crazy. You never knew who was touching you. This older guy starts dancing behind her. She leaned her head back against his chest and reached back, bringing his head to her neck. He started nibbling on her neck, and all the while, her eyes were on me. I didn’t know what to do. I almost left. She pulled me forward and moved my hand under her skirt. Fuck, her pussy was juicy wet. Damn.”
“This was in Canada?” I ask, giving him time to take a breath, his story too fascinating to stop.
“Yeah, it was.” He runs his hand over his beard and smiles. I wanted memories that made me smile. “I’d had two fingers in her, my lips on hers, this guy’s lips still on her neck. I felt his hand come around and slide beneath her shirt. We both groped and felt her up right there in front of the entire crowd, though most of them were involved in something similar. When the next song began, she led us away from the dance floor to a back room. I watched the two of them for several minutes. Every time the guy touched her, she looked at me, her seductive eyes drawing me closer.”
“Shit,” I say, still fascinated but also fucking turned on to the max. “Both of you fucked her.”
“We did, eventually. But first, me and the other guy pleased her in ways I never thought possible. Eating her out and making her come. Eating her ass and making her come. We both had our dicks in her mouth. She loved every minute of it.”
“She let you do this?”
Watcher laughs. “Hell no. She made us do it. She directed the entire thing, telling us what to do and how to do it. She was in complete fucking control. I was foolish enough to think I owned her.” He laughs again. “She owned me. She owned the other guy. She got off at least four times that night. I did it twice. Once in her mouth—because she said so, and once in her pussy, while the other guy was beneath her, fucking her ass.”
“She knew the other guy?”
Watcher nods. “Like me, she’d been training him as well. The next time we went to the club, a third guy joined us in that room. Again, she directed everything that happened.” He shakes her head. We filled all three holes at once. It was the hottest fucking thing I’d ever experienced. Again, she was in complete control. We didn’t do anything without her saying so. It was fucking amazing.”
“Three guys,” I say, swallowing hard, wondering.
“A week later, she snuck me back inside. Those two guys were there, but another joined us in the room. He was much older. He wore a suit and talked with an accent. A rough accent. She never told me where he was from. It didn’t matter.”
“She made him join?” I ask. Four guys? What the actual fuck?”
“She did, but I felt he was in control. That, yeah, nothing happened without her permission, but he was also directing us. Ultimately, it was all about her. Pleasing her. We would have if she’d asked us to feed her grapes and wash her feet. She was our fucking Queen, and we were the bees pleasing and protecting her.”
“You were groomed to be the way you are,” I say. “She created her own little reverse harem.” I smile at Watcher’s questioning look. “Diablo taught me that word.”
“I was, and yes, she did.” His hands tighten around my hips. “There’s your answer about what happened with your friend Jeremy.”
“You were preparing him,” I say.
“For my Queen.” He presses his lips against mine, and in a heartbeat, our mouths are open, and our tongues are battling.
I briefly pull away and look into the sincerest eyes of any man I’d ever met. “Thank you.”
“But you have another question,” he says, and I do. I have a lot of questions.
“You’re a badass biker who doesn’t take shit off anyone. You’re an alpha male, completely in charge of your own life. Why share? It doesn’t go with the whole biker and MC persona.”
“You’re right about most of what you said. I am a badass. I am in control of my life. Every man in this club is different, although we all put the club first.” He holds my chin and looks into my eyes, holding my gaze. “For me, pleasing a woman in different ways is a close second. It makes me feel good to make you feel good.”
“Plus, it turns you on,” I say.
He smiles. “Fuck yeah.”
“I think Jeremy wants to go further.” I think he might shake his head no but he doesn’t. He’s in. It’s in his eyes and his expression. I really am his Queen and don’t know what to say.
Watcher lifts me from his waist, and we stand. “Come with me.”
He leads me through a door that opens into the hallway, where the club officers have their own rooms. We can hear Beast and Kentucky talking in the bar area. I can also hear Diablo and Skittles talking and laughing. Slash exits his room, newly showered and fully dressed.
“She left a few minutes ago,” Slash says. “Sorry about that. I had no idea who she was.”
“Was it good?” I ask.
Slash shrugs and looks at Watcher.
“Might as well tell her,” Watcher says.
“Good on top, not so good taking it in the ass. Bitched too much.”
“He tells it like it is,” Watcher says, leading me into his room. He closes the door and dims the lights. “You’re father knows she does shit like this?”
“I think so.” I know so. Ask half the baseball team. “I want you to do something,” I say, unsure how to ask what I want.
“You’re my Queen, Jess. What do you want, and I’ll make it happen?” He’s dead serious. Whatever I want.”
“I want you from behind,” I say. “Or, at least, give it a try.”
Watcher’s eyebrows rise in surprise. He doesn’t say no, but he also doesn’t say yes. “You know it’s not as easy as just sticking it in?”
“That sounds so sexy.” I roll my eyes and get a good laugh from the man more than twice my age, who wants me to be his residential freak. I want to be all in with him, though he was right earlier. I do need room to spread my wings.
I sit on the bed and watch him remove his shirt as he crosses the room. He kicks off his boots and then strips his remaining clothes, as naked as the day he was born. I watch patiently as he opens the nightstand, his ass blocking my view. From where I sit, I can see he never misses ass or leg days at the gum. I stand and strip to nothing while he plays around in the drawer. When Watcher turns, he’s holding a bottle of lube and a packaged buttplug.
“You seem to be prepared for every possible occasion,” I say. His dick practically waves at me like it knows it’s about to go where no man has gone before.
“Are you sure about this?” he asks and opens the buttplug. I eyeball the six-inch toy that looks like a small, ribbed dick. There’s a blue button on the end. “Once I have it inside you, I’ll push the button. You’ll feel gentle vibrations. It’s not uncommon for a woman to have an orgasm during anal or anal play.”
“It sounds like you’ve taught anal before.”
“A few times,” he says. “Sure about this?”
I nod and crawl onto the bed.