Chapter 5
Chapter
Five
STORM
It’s been two weeks since we pulled over the pretty little redhead, and she’s still living rent free in my head. So much so that I had someone check out the apartment on her license, only to find that the reason she had so much shit in her car is because she was moving.
Taking a long pull of my beer, I prop my legs up on the little metal table overlooking the pool of a small budget hotel we’re staying at tonight.
We’re taking up ten of their twenty rooms, which means no one will say boo if we break the rules.
Thankfully, there’s no kids staying here, or the parents are doing a really good job keeping them out of sight.
“What’s eating you?” Lore, my president and best friend asks, stretching out his legs.
“You know,” I grunt, taking another sip of my beer. “I thought forgetting her would be easier than this.”
I get a hard on now when I get zapped by the carpet or a metal handle. I’m definitely messed up over this girl. I want to find her and ask her to electrocute me again. That’s romantic, right?
“She’s ours. It’s hard to forget that,” he sighs. At my glance, he makes a face. “It’s not like I could have thrown her over my lap and hogtied her to the bike, Storm.”
“I guess that you wouldn’t with the cops coming up to check on her,” I grumble. “Would you have if there hadn’t been any obstacles?”
“Maybe. With all the shit we do, I doubt my line would be drawn at kidnapping,” he admits. “Finding her will be a bitch.”
“Is no one going to admit that maybe she doesn’t want to see us?” Wilder asks, leaning forward to join the conversation. His own bottle of beer is dangling between his fingers as some of our brothers enjoy the pool.
It may be a little cool, but we’re going on another job tomorrow. We may as well enjoy our freedom until then.
“I don’t really care,” I say. “Was what we did kind of fucked up? Yes. However, we’ll get her to forgive us.”
“Bold words to say when we were seconds from gang banging her,” he mutters.
“I wasn’t going to let it go that far,” Prez says, his eyes closing. I know for a fact that he’s not sleeping, he’s trying to keep the heat off himself.
“I heard your bark,” Wilder says. “They would have covered her in their cum if you hadn’t said something. I half expected that you’d let it happen.”
“It would have been harder for Marie to pretend like nothing happened if there was evidence the police could see,” Prez says.
“If she wasn’t ours, I might have even let it happen.
Even if it took me longer than I’d like to admit for it to click that she’s ours, I’m too possessive to let someone come all over my girl. That is, outside of the three of us.”
“You’re such an asshole,” Wilder mutters under his breath. We can talk however we want in private, but it’s disrespectful around the others. “I can’t stop thinking about how hard she fought and how pretty her eyes were full of tears while she gagged on my cock. I want to find her.”
“For a do over?” I ask, downing the rest of my beer and tossing it in the trash.
“To talk to her before that happens,” he says. “Maybe without an audience this time.”
“Yeah, that’ll never happen again,” Lore grunts. “No one will ever see her naked again outside of us. I wouldn’t mind figuring out why she left Chicago in her shitty car with all her belongings in it.”
“Only people who are running from something leave the way she did,” I say. “I had someone check on her apartment and talk to her landlord. He’s a creep by the way.”
“Storm,” Wilder groans. “Please spit it out.”
“He said that she lost her job and decided to move to Minneapolis,” I explain. “I actually had Ace go out there since he had some shit to do.”
“Ace!” Prez yells, his eyes opening to look for him. He’s having a beer and watching everyone have fun. I bet he’s almost ready to go inside to bed.
Ace tosses out his bottle and stands, walking over to us.
“You yelled, Prez?” Ace asks lazily.
“I did,” Lore says. “Did you find anything odd when you did your snooping on the omega?”
“Just that she lost her job,” he says. “She couldn’t continue to pay the rent, so she broke her lease to move. The landlord didn’t seem too broken up about it, and said that she left all her furniture.”
“Why wouldn’t she get a rental truck?” I ask. “Fuck, unless it comes down to money. God, we seriously fucked her car too.”
“Damn,” Wilder winces. “I was really pissed about getting run over.”
“Mmhmm,” I grunt. “I wonder if she made it to Minneapolis, her car wasn’t drivable.”
“The police would have sorted her out,” Ace says. “My uncle works that strip as a tow truck driver. The state pays his salary and works with insurance to cover the overage. If someone can’t pay, then the state has the ability to do it.”
“Your uncle… huh,” Prez says. “Are you on good terms with him?”
“Yes,” Ace says. “Do you need me to find out if he knows where she is? I can call him.”
“Please,” he says. Ugh, I should have asked more questions. Lore’s glare in my direction tells me as much. Oh well, looks like I’ll be making it up to him by letting him fuck my face.
I don’t need oxygen to suck cock.
“Thanks, Ace. Let me know what he says,” Lore says. He waits until Ace nods and leaves before standing.
Wilder chuckles under his breath. “Work out your jaw now, Storm. You’re in so much trouble.”
“Ya know what,” Prez drawls. “You should both come with me. I have a lot of pent up energy to unload.”
Smirking, I stand, knowing that Prez always gets the biggest bed he can at the hotels we stop at, and then sleeps alone so one of us can stay with him.
“You’re always getting me into trouble,” Wilder says, hiding a smile. We are the biggest brats for our president.
Our wide steps aren’t quiet as the three of us walk, our boots thumping on the concrete around the pool. It’s after ten at night, which means they could either continue partying out here, or head to the bar next door to find someone to fuck.
This area is a little run down, but I can hear the bar’s music whenever their door opens. I think their odds of finding a lay are pretty good.
“Night, Prez!” everyone choruses before going back to their own business. In fact, a few of them get up as we disappear inside to head to the bar, asking if anyone else wants to go with them.
It’s hard for Lore to find any time for himself.
The club watches closely to ensure his safety, but since Wilder is his Vice President and I’m the Treasurer, we manage to get around it.
Every cent going in and out of the club is managed by me, and I’ve also been investing some to build our nest egg.
We don’t technically need to work as hard as we do, but we get restless pretty quickly. This keeps us from doing stupid shit like fucking up a girl’s entire life.
Ugh, we’re such shitheads.
Lore uses his card to open the door, walking in without holding it for us. Wilder snorts as he catches it, and I follow him inside. Our president is in a mood, I see.
Waiting until the door is shut, he turns and faces us, leaving his cut on while he begins to unbuckle his belt.
“Strip completely and kneel,” he growls.
Lore enjoys dominating and topping us. Our lives are dangerous, and we make a million decisions every day.
It’s nice to not have to think. Putting my cut in a safe place, I strip off the rest of my clothes and boots, leaving them in a pile on a chair.
Wilder smirks as he dumps his clothes on top of mine, though he also places his cut in a safe place.
While I really want to punch him, I don’t want this to turn into a different kind of punishment.
Lore enjoys using his belt across my ass and thighs when I’m being an exceptionally sexy asshole.
Dropping to my knees in front of my president and lover, I watch as he drops the belt to the side, before unbuttoning his pants and slowly pulling down his zipper.
The belt within reach is a warning to behave, and Wilder kneels patiently beside me, his eyes on Lore’s cock as he pulls it out. Lore’s leather pants sit low on his thighs, and the crown of his shaft is already freely leaking precum.
Licking my lips eagerly, I refuse to touch my own dick which is bobbing up and down excitedly. Lore is going to control every part of what happens.
“Drop your tongues,” Lore murmurs, watching as we open our mouths wide and do as he says.
Without hesitation, he drops the crown of his cock on my tongue, straddling my kneeling body to freely use my mouth. His cock feels like steel wrapped in velvet, and is very warm. My hands press against my thighs to keep me from fisting them as he groans.
Lore thrusts hard, forcing me to swallow his thick cock without warning.
He hits the back of my throat before fisting my hair to tilt my head back the way he wants.
My eyes water as he pumps into me, and I swallow hard around him to fuck with him.
He wants me to be his warm hole, but I’m not submissive enough for that.
Wilder and I both have been whipped by Lore’s belt multiple times over the years. I came the last time, making a mess of Lore’s leathers. It was totally worth it when he fucked my ass without lube, and then made me take his knot.
I loved every fucking second of it.
“You’re such a brat,” Lore growls, echoing my thoughts. All I can smell is leather and raspberries, and the flavor of the fruit coats my tongue heavily. His cock gets more insistent, and I know then that this is going to be hard and fast. He wants to fuck his thoughts right out of his head.
He misses her too, and the President of the Knotted Anarchy doesn’t miss anyone. She’s a liability for him, someone that an enemy could use, yet there’s nothing to be done about it.
We’re already asking questions about her, stirring up interest. The only thing to do is find her, stalk her, and make her ours.
“Take it all like my good little whore,” Lore groans, beginning to blow ropes of cum down my throat.
I swallow every drop like a good boy, and then watch as he gives the same treatment to Wilder. It’s gonna be a long fucking night.