Chapter 1
Tank – Age Twenty-One
I smirk as I slide my thumb along the screen on my cell as I try to dodge people and my dick twitches in my jeans wanting to come out and play as I eye each picture that Lyndsey Clots, my mother’s best friend, the woman I gave my virginity to at sixteen is currently sending me.
The last one of two fingers with bright red nail polish spreading her wet pussy lips open, showing her arousal for me – which has to be the best of the lot – despite the fact she is still indeed married but even though my dick is wanting to play, the tip weeping, desperate doesn’t fucking attract me and Lyndsey is fucking desperate. Though, I’ll still enjoy the photos…
I shake my head as another pops up in our chat, a purple vibrator shoved inside her asshole and four fingers pushed inside her cunt, a cunt that yes still fucking stinks to this day.
Like I said, desperate, and I would have entertained her if she hadn’t tried to trap me at fucking eighteen.
For the last three years, I have barely touched her, only getting her off with my fingers or mouth while she sucks me dry after she claimed she was pregnant.
She hates it, demanding more from me, all while her daughter Kate continues to try and gain my attention, continuously at the clubhouse with my mama.
She is basically shoving me towards the fucking girl, demanding I date her or else.
I swear like mother, like daughter with Kate and Lyndsey, both patch chasers, which is ridiculous considering Lyndsey’s husband isn’t exactly poor.
Having an overbearing mama who just wouldn’t leave me alone, Lyndsey became my escape route, while also a fuck you to my mother, while my father continued to fuck around, and I was enjoying myself, I really was, until Lyndsey had to go and fucking ruin it.
“I’m pregnant,” Lyndsey whispers as she gently kisses my lips like she loves me when we both know she doesn’t, and I freeze, my hard dick suddenly softening with the cold fucking dose of water she’s just shoved over my head with that news.
There’s no way she’s pregnant. I’ve never come inside her, not even with a condom on, I refused, unless…
There’s no fucking way she kept my condom.
I take a step back and cross my arms over my chest, and my new brother’s cut stretches with my movement, a cut she has eyed since I arrived, a cut, I only accepted for my best friend, my soon to be pres.
I came to see her for some celebratory head, maybe even fuck her ass before I headed home to continue the DIY shit at my new farmhouse that I’ve just purchased after saving up since I was ten.
It’s run down, which is why it was so fucking cheap but I didn’t care, and Dad, even though he’s barely around, the fucker fronted the money I didn’t have towards it, understanding why I couldn’t live on club property.
I couldn’t live close to mama, who is still trying to get me to date her friend's daughter.
Her friend who is trying to fucking trap me, a guy over twenty years younger than her and is just starting out in his life.
Awesome.
“I never came in you, even when wearing a condom, so the baby isn’t mine, it’s your husband's,” I state coldly, and Lyndsey swallows, her throat bobbing as she tucks a piece of her dark blond hair behind her ear, acting all timid like she isn’t a forty five-year-old fucking wife.
I know she’s fucking her husband, and I don’t give a shit, but what she doesn’t know is that not only did I fuck her daughter – something I wholeheartedly regret because it’s one of the reasons Mama is pushing harder – but I also fuck Sheree, the cheer captain at school.
“I haven’t slept with Bill for five months, we’re uh, going through a dry spell,” she lies, and I raise my pierced brow.
“Huh,” I mumble, “pretty sure it was you bent over the dining table when I snuck out of Kate’s window after I fucked her twice four weeks ago when I was tipsy.”
Lyndsey’s face reddens, but somehow I don’t think it’s because I fucked her daughter, no, her eyes didn’t show shock when I announced that little bit of information, no, she’s pissed. After all, I’m not falling at her feet.
She wants to fucking own me, and somehow I think Kate has already spilled the beans about me fucking her. Probably claimed she’s in love when we all know she isn’t, and this is Lyndsey’s way of trying to fucking keep me.
After I demanded proof and stated I would want a DNA test, I stormed out of her house, rage like no other filling me because I knew she tried that whole turkey baster shit and was most likely pissed because it failed.
After all, like an idiot, I only chucked the condoms in her bathroom trash can instead of taking them with me.
I ignored all the times she tried to call, told Kate to fuck off more times than I could count, completely regretting fucking her all because I wanted to piss my mother off.
A week later while I was working under a hood, Lyndsey showed up at the garage and tried apologizing, stating it was just a false alarm, which was bullshit, she never suspected to be pregnant to begin with and if she did, she knew there was an extremely slim chance it would have been mine.
She just wanted to latch onto me tightly and most likely wanted to try and trap me again and when I told her to fuck off, instead of leaving she got down on her knees and sucked me off.
I let her because, well, head is head, ya know?
I haven’t stuck my dick inside her since, though.
I snort when Lyndsey sends yet another photo, her cum dripping down her ass, but my humor at her blatant desperation disappears as my phone rings, and I curl my lip.
Satan
I hit decline instantly with a growl.
Mama can’t seem to take the hint. Several times today, she’s tried calling, even though she knows I’m at college, and when I don’t answer, she messages me, demanding I pick up the phone and threatening punishment if I don’t.
I’m fucking twenty-one and live off club property, what exactly does she think she can do to me now that I’ve moved out?
Fucking woman is doing my head in, and I really miss the days when all she wanted was a girl so she’d ignore me.
My phone rings again, and I growl as I ignore the call yet again and put it on silent, picking up my pace across the quad, already running a little late to my next class.
I’ve been at Wincher College for the past three years, graduating a year earlier than my peers, so I can begin my four-year track at Wincher Medical School.
While my mother is still adamant I’m to become a lawyer, which is just fucking hilarious, I’m on my way to become an ER doctor, just like Doc, our soon-to-be president, meaning even though he’s a year older than me, I’m going to be in the same medical year as him.
I’ve worked my fucking ass off to get to where I am, and I refuse to allow my mother to hold me back. Becoming a doctor is my dream, as was becoming an officer brother for the Rebels, taking over from my dad but the thought of being close to my mother gives me hives.
Working at Rebel’s Motors is more of a hobby that I get paid for and promised to continue even after I start at the hospital and that was after Dad ensured I’d take his role within the club when he saw my hesitation.
I put my phone away just as I bump into someone, and a gasp echoes as I grunt at the impact. A zap goes through me, like I’ve been electrocuted, shocking me, and I suck in a breath as I press my hand against my chest.
What the fuck?
“Ouch,” a voice chokes, a fucking female voice, and I blink and look down as I rub my chest where I was smacked into, only to pause, my heart stuttering at the sight before me, and fuck, my dick hardens instantly.
Strawberry blonde hair with light blue highlights, skinny jeans, boots that go up her calves, a black long-sleeve shirt and a checkered scarf.
I knocked her on her ass… quite fucking literally.
She is fucking beautiful but as she lifts her head and our eyes lock, light blue with specks of gold…
They suck all the air out of me, everything around me vanishes and I only see her, my heart pounding so fucking hard I feel like it’s about to tear outta my chest.
She’s fucking breathtaking, and as my heart pounds, I know she’s mine which is a petrifying thought to have.
Shit, shit, shit…
My grandpa used to say that when I meet the person I’m supposed to spend the rest of my life with, it’ll knock me on my ass with how hard the instant feelings will hit, and fuck, my knees buckle.
Mine, mine, mine.
The girl dusts her hands together, breaking our eye contact that had me entranced, and I quickly get out of my stupor, and I instantly apologize, “Fuck, I am so sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going,” as I bend down and offer her my hand.
“That’s okay, I wasn’t looking either,” she whispers, her voice so fucking soft.
Damn, I want her to say something else, anything else…
Hesitating, the beauty looks at my outstretched palm and her nose scrunches in a cute fucking way before gently placing her soft hand in mine, and I swear I feel the electric spark rush up my arm.
Buttercup gasps as she looks at our connection, and the need to pound my chest with victory hits, knowing she feels it too, but I squash it as I help her back up. Then, without breaking our connection, I bend and grab her bag before gently passing it over to her free hand.
She takes it and tries to pull her hand back, but I tighten my grip out of reflex, and she frowns in confusion, but soon gasps as I yank her into my body.
“Did I hurt you, buttercup?” I ask as we lock eyes, hers racing between mine, and I can see the confusion.
She wants to pull back, but she can also feel this sudden connection.
“No,” she answers softly, “and my name is Jasmine.”
I smile and reply, “Logan,” and she nods slightly, her eyes still racing between mine with confusion.
Clearing my throat, I ask, “Would you uh, like to go and get a coffee with me?”
Okay so I’m supposed to be in class right now but fuck it.
Her eyes widen slightly before they move to my cut, and I watch fear take over her, fear and fucking disappointment and my heart pounds.
Fucking hell, she doesn’t support the club.
Jasmine gently pulls her hand away, and I have the urge to grab it back, but she takes a step back and shocks the shit outta me and whispers, “I’m sorry, but I don’t think that would be a good idea,” before she looks over my features, then turns and walks away, leaving me stumped.
What the fuck just happened?