Chapter 12 Chance
CHANCE
When I wake up the next morning in her bed, I can’t stop the lazy smile that appears.
Kenzie is still fast asleep, the sheet just covering the curve of her ass.
I take in all her smooth skin and her long, brown hair flowing around the white pillow.
Pulling out my phone, I text Zeek, one of my prospects, a breakfast order for us.
Although I already know what I want to eat. Sliding underneath the sheets, I roam down Mackenzie’s body, pushing her onto her back and spreading her thighs. She threads her fingers through my hair as I start to taste her, eating her sweet pussy like it’s my last meal.
“Chance,” she whimpers, grinding her cunt into me.
I fucking love it.
My siren has a dirty side, and I can’t wait to explore it more with her. She comes in my mouth, and I lap up every drop.
“What a way to wake up.” She smiles, and my chest suddenly feels tight at just how beautiful she is.
She gets up when I lie back down and licks her lips. “My turn to play.”
My cock is already hard as a rock, and when her tongue licks the head, a small growl escapes me. She continues to suck and lick me until I warn her I’m about to come, giving her the chance to pull away if she wants to.
When she doesn’t and swallows down every drop, I can’t take my eyes off her.
I’m about to get her to ride me when there’s a knock at the door.
Zeek.
“That’s our breakfast.” I sigh, giving her a quick kiss and sliding on my jeans.
She lies back in bed with a smile.
Zeek stands at the door, holding a bag and a tray with two coffees. His dark hair is all messy, and I know I would have woken him up. “Prez,” he murmurs, and I grin.
“Thanks, Zeek. You on gate or security today?”
“Gate.”
“All right, I’ll be back at the clubhouse soon.”
He nods and heads back to his bike, while I close the door and bring Kenzie her coffee and breakfast in bed.
She beams when she sees the coffee, sitting up and taking a sip. Her eyes widen. “How did you know I like it like that?”
“I pay attention.” I grin.
“Thank you,” she says, licking her lips.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, I take a sip of my black coffee before I ask her, “We have a fight night on the weekend at the clubhouse. I want to be honest with you, I don’t know if that’s the right way to introduce you to everyone, so I thought I’d leave it up to you.”
“A fight night?” she asks, frowning.
“Yeah, all the Royal Bastards get together once a month, and we match everyone up with a fight. It keeps us on our toes,” I explain, studying her reaction, but she doesn’t give much away.
“I’ll come,” she finally says, tilting her head to the side. “Can I bring my friend, Freya? She works fly-in, fly-out, and she’s back on Friday.”
“Sure, as long as she doesn’t gossip about anything she sees,” I agree.
“She was with me that night when I met you. She was dancing with some guy, that’s why I was standing alone at the bar,” she explains, her lip twitching.
“I remember.”
Her eyes fall to her coffee. “So all the… club women will be there?”
“Yes, some of them live at the clubhouse. They cook, clean, and are there for the men,” I say, clearing my throat.
Her head snaps to me. “So you have women living there that are at your beck and call?”
“Not only mine, but yes.” I don’t want to make her angry or for her to put her walls back up, but I need to be honest with her. If I don’t warn her, and she walks into it, I know it will be much worse.
“Hmm,” she murmurs, putting her drink down and pulling out the bagel. She takes a bite and then gets out of bed. “I’d better get ready for work. Thanks for breakfast.”
I stop her with my arms around her waist as she tries to walk past me. “This is my life, Siren. I want you to be a part of it, but you’re going to have to be a little open-minded for me.”
“And I’ll expect the same from you,” she replies, kissing my cheek before heading into the kitchen.
Sitting back on the bed, I wonder if I’m doing the right thing by bringing her. Maybe I could keep her separate. I know bikers who have civilian wives they don’t bring around their club, but it usually doesn’t work out. Not to mention, they are usually cheating with women at the club.
What am I even thinking? Either she fits in and can accept my lifestyle, or she doesn’t.
When she gets in the shower, I jump in with her.
Might as well enjoy this while it lasts.
“I thought everyone was going to tone it down tonight.” I sigh.
Friday night came around quickly, and I haven’t seen Kenzie since I spent the night at her house, but we’ve been texting.
She and Freya are due to get here any minute, and a few of the men are already drunk.
The club women decided it would be cute to serve drinks topless, so there are tits everywhere, and that’s the first thing Siren is going to see.
The men are all half-naked, too, most of them getting ready to beat the shit out of each other, so, of course, a few of them are already making out with some of the women, and sucking on nipples in front of everyone.
Lust is currently leaning against the ropes of the boxing ring, getting a blow job from Honey. She’s wearing nothing but a pair of lace panties and knee-high lace socks with heels.
“I think this is them being good.” Gunner smirks, crossing his arms over his chest. “Come on, Prez, she’s going to see who we are now or later, so you might as well get it over with. Want me to put a brother on each exit in case she bolts?”
I’m about to tell him to shut the fuck up, but the idea has merit. “Who is fighting first?”
“Eagle and Dax. Did you decide if you’re getting in the ring tonight?” he asks, his onyx eyes scanning the room. “We can choose someone who will make you look good in front of your woman.”
“Fucker.” I smirk, eyeing the big bastard. “I’ll take on anyone here, including your ass.”
“Come on, you don’t want to end up in the hospital. It might give her the ick, and then you won’t get any pussy tonight.”
Gia walks toward us, swaying her hips, her blue eyes on me. Her bare tits jiggle with each step.
Well, Kenzie was incredible while it lasted. She’s going to take one look in here and never talk to me again.
“Well, not the teacher’s pussy, anyway,” he continues, amusement in his tone. “Tonight is going to be interesting, that’s for sure.”
Gia smiles up at me, batting her lashes. I keep my eyes on her face. “Who are you fighting tonight?”
“I don’t know,” I reply in a dismissive tone. “Did you remember what I said?”
Her eyes flicker with anger. “Yes, you are bringing a woman here tonight, and we all should be nice to her so she doesn’t run away. I don’t know why you want a woman like that, Prez, when you could have any of us, or all of us, if you wanted.”
I ignore Gunner’s laughter.
Custom opens the door, and there she is…
She’s wearing black lace pants, high stiletto heels, and a black leather top vest thing that looks sexy as fuck. Her long, brown hair is tied up in a high ponytail, and from here, I see her lips are a bright red.
Next to Kenzie is another woman who looks familiar. She has long, blue-black hair, brown skin, and is wearing a dress that shows off her curvy figure.
“Shotgun,” I hear Gunner announce from next to me.
Freya says something to Kenzie, and she laughs, glancing around the room and taking it all in.
When her eyes finally land on me, they then move next to me, where Gia is still standing, her hand on her hips, her breasts on show.
Motherfucker.
A guarded look crosses her face, and before she can try to turn around, I walk over to her and press a soft kiss to her lips. “I told them to behave, but this is the best they could do.”
Freya whistles under her breath. “What does it look like when they’re being bad?”
I turn to her friend and offer my hand. “Chance.”
“Freya.”
She shakes my hand, squeezing it a little too hard to be polite, and then points to the ring. “Can women fight too?”
“They could.” I shrug, glancing around at all the men. “But none of the brothers would touch a woman.”
“I could fight one of those ladies. What about the one who was pressed up against you?” She grins, flashing straight white teeth.
“Freya,” Kenzie warns, but there’s amusement in her tone. She glances up at me, her beautiful hazel eyes lined with dark makeup.
“You look beautiful,” I say, tracing the bottom of her lip with my thumb before I lower my mouth to her ear. “Sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.”
She studies me for a moment and then says, “Okay, let’s see what your world is all about.”
Freya waves at Gunner, who is openly checking her out. “Yes, let’s.”