What He Wants
Copyright © 2017 Tory Richards
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‘Author’s note: All characters depicted in this work
of fiction are 18 years of age or older.’
One year ago
I clutched the sheet
beneath me as if it were a lifeline, silent sobs wracking my body as
pain and betrayal lanced through me like a spear. I wouldn’t give
Paul the satisfaction of knowing that he was degrading me, that he
didn’t even have to touch me to hurt me. But he was touching me
right now, like a brutal, hate-filled maniac. Holding me face down on
what used to be our bed, fucking me without concern for the physical
and emotional damage he was inflicting on me.
Tears leaked out of my
eyes, soaking the bed beneath me. My body jarred violently with his
every thrust as he fucked me without mercy, like an animal who’d
lost control and only cared about causing damage. So full of hate. It
might not have been a violation in his eyes, but it was rape to me.
It didn’t matter that we’d once been married. We’d been legally
divorced for two weeks now, and still he thought he had control over
me, over my actions.
Over my life.
bitch,” he grunted while slamming his cock into my ass. “A
divorce means nothing. You’ll always be mine, Daisy. And if I get
so much as a hint that you’re fucking someone else I’ll kill you
Threats, always the
same threats. And I knew they weren’t hollow. He meant every word
that he uttered. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to will myself
somewhere else, but the violence of his pounding brought what he was
doing to me right back to the moment. God, I hated him. And I hated
myself for being weak against him. I bit into my bottom lip to keep
from responding to his threats. I already knew that Paul liked
inflicting pain, and any verbal comments from me would just fuel the
bitch?” The hands clutching my hips dug into me, causing pain. “You
want my cock in your mouth again, is that it?” His laugh sounded
demonic. “You should never have refused me, you fat cow, you should
never have thought a divorce would keep me from you. I’m the only
man willing to fuck your fat ass, so you might as well accept it.”
No! No! I swore
to myself. I’d never accept it. Never accept him. There were better
men out there, men who’d love me for who I was, who would protect
me from men like him, someone who only knew how to take and take and
maim and ruin while he was doing it. How could I have ever thought
that I loved him? In the beginning it had been good, so good. He’d
been caring and attentive, all the way up until he’d put the ring
on my finger.
Then I’d become a
possession. Something he owned, like one of his cars.
I tasted blood and
didn’t care. It was minor compared to the beating I’d taken right
before Paul had ripped my clothes off of me and forced me to my
knees. He’d forced me to do all the things that I’d loved doing
in the beginning. But as time had gone on, he’d changed, slowly
becoming the monster that was rutting behind me now. And then I’d
discovered the drugs he’d been using, and realized why he’d
changed. I’d made the mistake of confronting him, and that had been
the first time he’d snapped and beaten me unconscious.
A hand in my hair
snapped my neck back until I could barely breathe. His grunts turned
louder, his breathing heavier, and I knew he was about to come. His
sound of release made me sick. I felt his cock swell inside me, and
then hot poison was filling up my rectum. As his convulsions died
down, he gradually released my hair and pulled out of me.
“Take that, bitch.”
He gave me a shove, which sent me flying further up the bed. I
collapsed, thankful that it was over. “A divorce means nothing, you
got that?” I refused to answer him, letting the tears fall
silently. “I’ll be back tomorrow. Try to make yourself
presentable by then.” I could feel his gaze moving over me.”
Tomorrow? It would have
been our sixth anniversary. I wondered if Paul was aware of that.
Well, I had a gift for him. I didn’t plan on being there when he
came back. I’d divorced him to get away from him, from his control
and unpredictability. I was tired of walking around on eggshells
whenever he was near. There was no way I was going to let him
continue to be in my life. I was stronger than that. I was better.
Today was the last day Paul was going to touch me, the last time I
was going to let his toxic presence near me.
He hadn’t broken me.
His movements revealed
that he was getting dressed. I just lay there, bruised and trembling,
but not defeated. When Paul was gone, I’d pick myself up as I’d
done many times before, get a scolding shower to wash away his touch,
tend to my cut lip, and pack only what I couldn’t live without.
Then I’d leave without a backward glance. The divorce settlement
had put a lot of money into my personal account, so I could get
whatever I needed once I reached my destination.
Wherever that was.
“Oh, my God, Big
John, harder! Harder!”
I stared down at the
skinny white ass shaking against me as I plowed hard into her pussy.
I wasn’t even certain what club whore I had in my bed, and I didn’t
give a fuck as long as I got off. If she got off during the process,
too, then more power to her. I knew that made me sound like a selfish
prick, but life in the club had made me that way. Hell, it had made
all the brothers that way.
“I’m going to
come!” the girl wailed, and I had to wonder about the veracity of
her comment. For all I knew, she was faking it. Her pussy was wet,
but I hadn’t taken the time to play with her clit. Then I felt her
fingers tickling my balls and realized that she’d probably been
playing with herself.
The added stimulation
to my balls did the trick, and I slammed into her one last time,
grunting out my release in the condom.
“Oh, God! You’re
the best, Big John!” she was still playing with her clit.
I rolled my eyes and
pulled out of her, ripping off the condom to take care of it. I
flushed it down the toilet, always had since one of the other
sweetbutts had trapped a brother by using his spunk to get pregnant.
I didn’t want to worry about that shit. I never intended to tie
myself down to one woman, much less have a kid. That world wasn’t
for me. Besides, I was too fucking old to be thinking about forever
I lived in the moment.
Never knew when someone like me would meet my maker. As club
enforcer, my life was filled with chaos and danger, and though I was
the one who usually did the killing, it wasn’t lost on me that I
could one day be on the receiving end of a bullet. In fact, I
expected it. Couldn’t escape the reaper forever, not the way I
lived my life. I protected the club, my brothers, and their families,
in that order.
I heard the woman get
off in the other room while I was taking a piss, and then turned to
catch my reflection in the mirror. Shit, I looked like a fucking
hermit. I didn’t mind my hair long, but my beard was bushy and
halfway down my chest. With the holidays coming up, maybe it wouldn’t
be a bad idea to trim it up a little. A new salon had just opened
down the road, right before the town limits of Solon. According to
the sign on the road, they were unisex.
I turned to the woman
who’d paused in the bathroom door’s threshold, posing like a
centerfold pinup girl. I finally recalled that her name was Lucy, and
she was one of the newer club girls. She’d replaced Marnie after
Marnie had attacked Allie, Rock’s old lady, and had been killed by
a prospect. That was a prime example of why a brother shouldn’t
single out any of the girls. Rock had made the mistake of choosing
Marnie as his main fuck, and she’d let it go to her head.
I was sure that Lucy
thought that she was sexy, but she was too pale, too skinny, and had
raccoon eyes that complimented the snarls in her bushy hair. Right
then she was twirling a lock of her hair around her finger, biting
down on her bottom lip with a gleam in her eyes that said that she’d
like to go another round. I let my gaze travel from her large
tits--which I had to admit were nice down to her wet snatch, feeling
nothing, which was usually the norm for me after I’d come so
I glanced down at my
deflated dick. “Not happening.”
She giggled and stepped
further into the bathroom. “I bet I could change his mind.” The
next thing I knew she was cupping my balls. “I know how you like
it. And you know how much I like your big cock.”
I released a deep
breath. Yeah, I was big, twelve inches big, and I wasn’t just long.
The girth and massive shape of my dick went with the rest of my huge
body. It was how I’d gotten my name. I’d just been patched in and
was celebrating by making my way through the club girls, and then
some. More than one had left my room swearing that they’d never had
a cock as big. A few hadn’t been able to take it. Before the end of
the night, the name Big John had filtered throughout the clubhouse,
and the name had stuck.
“Get the fuck out,”
I said, ignoring her pout. I pulled away and went back into my
bedroom. “I’m done for the night.” I didn’t have time to
coddle her, and besides, club girls knew the score.
As I slipped into my
jeans I heard her heavy sigh, and then the door close behind her as
she left. Thank fuck. I didn’t like dealing with women when they
whined and wanted something that I couldn’t give them. If I’d
fucked her again she might have taken that as a sign that I liked her
more than the others, it wasn’t uncommon, and I’d learned a long
time ago not to play favorites. Women were nothing but vessels for my
over-sized dick. I fucked who I wanted, when I wanted, and made sure
to spread myself out to the five club whores equally.
I was never going to
find a woman to settle down with, because I wouldn’t give one a
I went out to the
clubroom to find Hawk and Rock at the bar bullshitting. There was no
question that the brothers were close. Hell, the three of us were. I
may not have been a patched member for as long as they had been, but
I’d proven myself and worked my way through the club like a fucking
cyclone. I’d known going in that I wouldn’t be content with a
soldier status, I’d wanted a more significant role, and becoming
the club enforcer suited me. With my background and skill set I was
right where I wanted to be. I liked inflicting pain on the fuckers
who deserved it.
I liked pain.
I gave Rock a chin
lift. “What’s up?” I plopped my ass down on the seat next to
Hawk was the one who
answered. “Too fucking much,” he growled with a smile on his
face. “And I like it that way.”
I agreed. Peace was
good, but war was what we lived for. Keeping our town safe, keeping
our families safe. Shit in the club could go south at any time, and
we knew that it was the little shit that kept us on our toes, that
kept us primed and ready to protect what was ours. It hadn’t been
that long since Rock, his woman, and his son had been threatened, and
we’d had to destroy another MC to save them.
“You look like shit,
I laughed at Rock’s
assessment. Since he had an old lady now, he--fuck, he and Hawk
both--took the time to keep their hair trimmed and the scruff on
their faces short. “Don’t know why, I just blew away one of the
“Yeah, Lucy just came
prancing through here practically naked, looking used and mumbling
something about your big dick,” Hawk joked.
I shrugged. “Hey,
when you have it…” I trailed off, leaving the rest to their
imagination. “Beer,” I said, making eye contact with Joanne.
“We need to find you
a woman. That will domesticate your ass.”
I glared at Hawk. He
was my president, but some topics were off limits, even for him. “I
just had a woman,” I snarled, taking the beer Joanne handed out to
me and guzzling down half of it. When I was done, I slammed the
bottle down onto the bar top. “And I don’t need to be
domesticated.” Fuck, no. That was for other brothers who were tired
of free pussy and variety. It made me wonder. “Don’t you
brothers get tired of going home to the same pussy every night?”
Both men shook their
heads in unison. “Hell, no, brother,” Rock admitted without
hesitation. “Not when I have the sweetest woman in the whole
fucking world waiting for me at home. It’s different when you meet
that special someone. She ruins it for all others with her−” He
paused, and gave a snort. “Listen to me sounding like a fucking
Hawk and I both
began, rubbing the bottom half of his jaw. “It’s different, good
different. It’s like their pussies have magic or something, making
you crave only theirs. Trust me, your time will come, and when it
does you’d be smart to embrace it. There’s nothing like it.”
I didn’t even
hesitate, because I knew that something like that was not for me. “No
thank you.” I didn’t need or want a woman that I couldn’t live
I didn’t want that.
I did need my beard
“Either one of you
been down to the new salon?”
“Some of the brothers
have, said there was a real looker down there who made it obvious
that she’d like to take a walk on the wild side.”
I snorted. Translation:
she wanted to fuck a biker. Some women who weren’t associated with
MC’s had no clue what we were about. All they knew were the rumors
they heard, and that they wanted an adventure. All they saw was
leather and bikes and they wanted a taste. I wouldn’t have been
surprised if her ass hadn’t already been tapped by a brother. It
didn’t matter to me, if she was that eager I was willing to bet
she’d go with whoever showed interest. I was game. Variety and all
“You could use some
cleaning up, brother,” Hawk said with a grin. “What with the
holiday party coming up and everything.”
Yeah, the club’s old
ladies were planning a big party that was going to take over the
front of the bar and the restaurant for a whole fucking night.
“Unless you want to
play Santa Clause,” Rock joked. “A dirty Santa Clause.”
“You thinkin’ about
going for a trim?”
I gave Hawk a knowing
grin. “Yeah, that’s exactly what I’m thinking.” We both knew
that if I went down there, a trim was the last thing I’d be going
for. New pussy tasted like heaven, especially before it got all used
up. And she sounded eager and willing. I’d know the minute I walked
through the door who she was, too. My size and cut would draw her
gaze like a fucking magnet.
“You look hungry all
of a sudden.”
I nodded. “Yeah,
getting tired of the same pussy here at the club. It’s not as
satisfying as it used to be. The thought of dipping my dick into
something not so used up is pulling me toward a shave.”
They both snorted. I
finished my beer and got to my feet. “Guess I’ll go check it out
now. Got nothing else to do.”
The ride to the salon
didn’t take long. The small two-story house was situated a little
over halfway toward town. Someone had converted the lower half of the
A-frame wooden structure into a salon, while it was rumored that one
of the girls who owned the house lived in the upstairs apartment. I’d
ridden past there during the night to see lights on upstairs, so I
knew that was true.
Three girls looked in
my direction when I opened the door, and I knew who the bitch was the
second I saw her. She was wearing skin tight black spandex, the
material stretched tight over her lower body, revealing a camel toe
that looked damned uncomfortable. The tube top was just as
outrageous, exposed by the opened half jacket she was wearing over
it. Short blond hair was streaked with purple, framing a heavily
made-up face that was smiling a welcome. I had to admit that she was
beautiful, and she knew it, too.
She immediately began
strutting my way, and I couldn’t help but think how uncomfortable
her camel toe had to be. Unless that was how she got off. “Can I
“I,” not “we,”
which told me that she wasn’t part of the team. She singled herself
out as being more important than the others. Her husky tone was
intended to be suggestive, and there was an eagerness in her dark
brown eyes that promised she’d make my day if I let her.
I glanced briefly at
the other two women. Both non-descript, obviously there to showcase
the talents of the blonde bimbo. There was no competition between
them and her. They were there to work, and nothing else. Their
expressions were slightly fearful as they took me in. I knew they’d
seen some of my brothers, but my bulk and six-foot five-inch height
overwhelmed most men. Dressed all in black, my blonde hair and beard
both out of control, I must have looked menacing to them.
“I don’t know,” I
finally said, looking her up and down. “I came here to get a
halting directly in front of me, and I was engulfed by the strong
perfume that she was wearing. I didn’t care for that shit, and I
guessed that my dick was of the same mind, because he hadn’t even
twitched into awareness.
“I assure you that I
can do anything you want done.”
“Jasmine, did you
send in the new order?”
I glanced behind
Blondie to see a curtain open. The woman who stepped through was a
fucking goddess. She had shining, jet black hair piled into a messy,
sexy bun. I couldn’t see her face because it was tilted downward,
but her curves were fucking hot. The opposite of the skinny sweetbutt
I’d just fucked at the club, this woman had full, womanly curves,
the kind I could shape with my hands. Her tits were large, the
buttons on the white silky blouse she was wearing were straining to
hold them in. The material was sheer enough to expose the lacy bra
She was wearing a black
skirt that clung to her hips and tapered down to her knees, leaving
the rest of her gorgeous legs bare. Come-fuck-me heels and a few
pieces of jewelry completed her outfit. She was glancing down at the
tablet in her hands, but the second she glanced up, our gazes
clashed. And I mean collided. Hard. Intense. Powerful. In an instant
I could tell that this woman had been hurt, the pain was there in the
vibrant green of her eyes. She was hiding something, protecting
herself. She was on guard. She looked like she was ready to turn and
Even while something
else, something stronger, held her frozen with interest.
As I digested my
ungrounded thoughts, I took in that her face was as stunning as the
rest of her. She was flawless. Little makeup complimented her
natural, sun-kissed skin and the rose color of her high cheek bones.
There was a slight slant to her eyes that gave her an exotic look
that sent heat surging through my blood. I didn’t like it, not one
little bit. But my dick did, and I had little control over his
awakening. Fuck, right there in front of them all he was stiffening
and making his preferences known.
We wanted this woman.
I had half a mind to
swing around, leave, and never come back.
“I sent it in this
morning,” Jasmine said, turning to address her. “Should be here
in about a week.” She turned back to me, putting the seductive
smile back onto her face. “I was about to give this big, gorgeous
hunk a haircut.”
The goddess nodded,
pulling her gaze away from mine.
“Right, big guy?”
Jasmine questioned, looking up at me.
I never pulled my
attention away from the other woman, whose name I still hadn’t
learned. “Her.” I lifted my chin in the direction of the goddess,
whose gaze cut back to me with something close to fear. “She cuts
my hair, no one else.”
rounded at my demand, obviously surprised at my rejection of her.
I snapped my eyes to
hers. “No. One. Else.” A minute of awkward silence followed. I
didn’t give a fuck.
“I-I’m sorry but
I’m not here today,” said the black-haired goddess. I raised a
brow, because she was definitely there. Guessing my thoughts, she
added, “What I mean is that I’m off today. I only came down to
check on an order.”
So, she was the one who
lived upstairs. Nice to know. “And when are you here again?” I
knew that I was being a prick, but I always got what I wanted, and
for some reason I wanted this woman.
I saw her swallow hard.
I could just imagine the hitch in her breath and the quickening of
her heart rate. She was afraid, I could sense it, but I could also
sense that she was under the same fucking whatever-the-hell-it-was
that I was. She was attracted to me, frightened by it, yet helpless
to turn and walk away.
“Not until Friday,”
she said in a too soft tone. Christ, we may as well have been alone.
She ran the tip of her little tongue over her lip, and my dick
I forced myself to
relax, not realizing that I was all tensed up until then. I dipped my
head. “I’ll be back on Friday. What’s your name?”
“Daisy Mae Flowers.”
I turned and got the
hell out of there.
had just happened? What had I just let happen? After the door closed
behind the huge, Viking-like-man, I released a sigh of relief and met
Jasmine’s slightly amused gaze. I’d acted as if the man had put
some kind of spell over me. I hadn’t been able to look away, hadn’t
been able to hold a thought like an intelligent woman, much less
speak like one. His overwhelming presence had frightened the hell out
of me, while at the same time something else had happened. My body
had responded rapidly to his maleness, and not in a good way. And by
that, I meant that I had responded with arousal.
Something about him had
turned me on.
I didn’t want to be
aroused, didn’t want to put myself in the position of being
controlled and abused again. The man that had just left the salon was
controlling. I doubted that anyone dared question him, or that he was
ever refused something that he wanted. I just stared at Jasmine and
shook my head in disbelief. I’d hired the beautiful ex-call girl
for a reason, knowing that I was setting up shop in an area with a
local MC. She was there to keep the men happy and away from the rest
of us, and I didn’t care how she had to do it.
Okay, maybe “the rest
of us” included two dumpy, slightly religious, middle-aged women
and me, but I didn’t want to fight off any unwelcome advances. I
was there to run a business, and I didn’t have time to waste on men
who were more concerned with coming on to me than getting a haircut
or a shave. I didn’t need or want a man, and Jasmine was there to
run interference for me. She thrived on the attention.
certainly clear who he wants,” Jasmine teased lightheartedly. “You
can’t accuse me of not trying.”
“I don’t understand
what just happened,” I admitted, totally confused.
honey,” Betty said from where she was standing next to her station.
“Some men like a challenge.”
“And a little
mystery,” added Jackie. “No offense, Jasmine, but you’re pretty
Jasmine shrugged with a
smile. “It’s why I’m here.”
underestimate yourself,” Betty said, her eyes on me. “Look at
yourself. You’re beautiful. Anyone with eyes in their head can see
that. You think every horny man wants an easy woman?” She glanced
at Jasmine. “No offense.”
Jasmine laughed, we all
did. The words ‘no offense’ came out at least several times a
day. We were all as different as night and day, and yet we’d become
fast friends. No one wanted to hurt Jasmine’s feelings, knowing
what she used to be. Betty and Jackie were older women, working
part-time shifts a couple of days a week. Both were married,
church-going women, and seemed to share the same philosophy in life,
one of caring and forgiveness. Neither treated Jasmine any
differently for what she’d done in her past. Or future, for that
matter, because she still used her body to win men over.
I wasn’t questioning
their observations, I knew that I was okay in the looks department.
The interested looks I got from men when I was in town, or when
Jasmine happened to be off, backed that up. But the look that the
bearded giant had given me had been thorough and intense, and words
hadn’t been needed to know what he really wanted. I was only
worried that I was giving off the same vibe, because looking into his
eyes for the first time had thrown me for a loop. I knew it sounded
silly, but at the time it had felt as if I were looking into the eyes
of my soul mate, and someone I might have known in another life.
That notion frightened
me, it had been so strong.
“Well, I can’t wait
until Friday to see what happens.”
That reminded me. “Just
to give you a heads-up, we have a large group booked here for Friday,
so I’ll need everyone here by nine, please.”
“A large group? Who?”
Jackie asked, furrowing her brows. “I haven’t heard of anything
going on in town.”
“According to the
woman who booked it, there’s a big Christmas party somewhere,” I
“That would be the
Phantom’s clubhouse and restaurant.” We all looked at Jasmine for
further explanation. “Phantom Riders is the name of the MC.”
Yeah, I knew that. “The wives of the members are holding a party
Saturday night at their bar and connecting restaurant. I’ve been
invited.” She stuck out her tongue.
I rolled my eyes. “How
old are you?” She shrugged, unaffected. “That explains it then.
We have eight coming for sure. All haircuts and styles, nothing
fancy. Jasmine, you handle the waxing and nails.”
“And you’ll handle
the big, blonde, Viking sex on a stick?” Jasmine teased with a
twinkle in her eye.
“He won’t be back,”
I said, brushing the thought of him away. It didn’t matter that I
was intensely attracted to him. It couldn’t go anywhere. I forced
myself to move on from the subject. “Since no one is here, let’s
decorate the shop. I have a small tree and some garland in the back.
I’ll run upstairs and change.” Christmas was quickly closing in
on us and was only three weeks away.
“It’s your day off,
we can decorate. Besides, you look like you were going somewhere.”
I gave Betty an
appreciative smile. “Actually, I just got back from the bank.”
“Was the loan
approved?” Jasmine asked excitedly. I knew that she was happy for
the planned addition of the tanning beds to the salon.
I released a resigned
breath. “Still working on it, but it’s looking good.” I had
money in the bank, but I didn’t want to spend it and have nothing
to fall back on if I needed it. A loan for the two used tanning beds
I’d found wasn’t that much. I was lucky that the owner had agreed
to hold them for a deposit, but the deadline for final payment was
“I don’t have
anything else to do, so I might as well hang around.”
“You could always go
upstairs and masturbate while thinking about that biker,” Jasmine
suggested outrageously, receiving horrified, shocked gasps from Betty
scolded for the two older women’s benefit.
“What?” she asked
in an innocent, ‘what did I do’ tone. I raised my brow and gave
her the look. “Well, that’s what I’d do if he’d given me that
smoldering, I-want-to-fuck-you-right-now stare.”
There was no way that I
was going to respond to that, though something inside of me warmed my
blood unexpectedly. The fierce intensity on the biker’s face had
frightened me, because I’d drawn the same conclusion as Jasmine
had. But I would never admit it. With his thick hair and beard he’d
looked like an angry beast, looking for prey to sink his teeth into.
I couldn’t help wondering what the man beneath all that hair looked
like. It hadn’t been his looks that had attracted me, it had been
something deeper than that. Something deep and brooding in his eyes.
I should have known
that Jasmine wouldn’t back down, she rarely did. She was a hardcore
bitch, spoken with affection. She couldn’t help herself, she was
outspoken and said exactly what was on her mind. Sometimes it may
have been for the shock value, but most of the time it just came out
in a way that revealed she hadn’t even thought about what she was
going to say.
I gave Betty and Jackie
an apologetic look. I could tell that they were fighting smiles as
they shook their heads and looked elsewhere. They would never
willingly encourage Jasmine by openly laughing at her comments. And I
had no doubt that when they attended church they prayed heavily for
her salvation, or at the very least a smooth entry through the pearly
The three women were an
odd mix, but I was growing to love them more and more every day.
Jasmine’s friendship had saved me. She’d been the first person to
reach out to me when I’d first arrived in Solon. We’d met in a
small diner in town and had struck up a conversation that had led to
me finding a place to stay and safety. Jasmine hadn’t been in Solon
for long either, having decided to leave her old life behind to start
another in the small, quiet town. She was the only one who knew about
Paul and my reason for being there.
“Is the Christmas box
marked?” Jackie asked as she headed toward me. Betty was right
“Yeah, there’s two
of them on the floor next to the restroom.” I stepped aside and
they pulled the curtain apart so they could continue to the storage
room at the back. The stairs to my apartment were also located there.
When Jasmine and I were alone she motioned me over. “What?” I
snapped, still a little upset with her over her observation.
“Don’t get your
panties in a twist,” she laughed in a low tone. “But you know
that I’m right. That Viking biker wanted you.”
“Well he’s not
going to have me.” There was no way I was going to let a man,
especially one who looked dangerous, into my life. “He was scary.”
Jasmine snorted. “Well, he was,” I insisted. “I don’t want
“Oh, come on! You
can’t tell me that you don’t get horny sometimes. We all have
“I didn’t say I
don’t have needs.” I felt heat fill my cheeks at what I was about
to confess. She was my best friend, after all. “I have, a, ah,
She folded her arms and
smirked. “Does your dildo have a name?”
A laugh burst from me
because she’d guessed the truth. “Not yet.” The biker’s face
flashed through my mind. A noise behind us alerted us that Betty and
Jackie were returning. “We’ll talk about this later. No need for
them to add me to their prayer list.”
Betty was carrying the
box with the tree. “Where do we want the tree?”
“How about in the
middle of the room?”
“It will look good
there,” Jackie said, dropping her box onto the floor.
The door opened and a
customer walked in. It was Dorothy Masters, a repeat client who came
in once a week for a touch-up. The elderly woman’s hair was on the
thin side, so keeping it short made it less noticeable. I don’t
know how Jackie managed to curl it, but she did it.
Dorothy didn’t have a
license, so her son always brought her in. Niles was a nice enough
man, but I tried not to interact with him in any way. In my book, a
forty-something bachelor who still lived at home wasn’t normal,
especially with the way he ogled Jasmine.
Dorothy smiled, heading for the closest chair, which was at Jackie’s
Jackie smiled in return, walking toward her. Niles sank down into one
of the waiting chairs by the door.
I glanced at Jasmine,
who rolled her eyes at me. “Why don’t you and Betty get started
decorating? I’m going upstairs to put on a pot of chili for us
later, and to change.”
I released a sigh after
disappearing behind the heavy curtain, feeling as if I’d escaped.
Niles barely gave me a second glance with Jasmine around, but he
still freaked me out. After what Paul had put me through, I didn’t
put a lot of trust in men. But one thing I did know was that I’d
never allow another one to hurt me.
Once upstairs I changed
into jeans and a tee, and then made up a pan of cornbread and a crock
pot of homemade chili. It was the perfect meal for a cold, December
day with my friends. Having a husband that had required a home cooked
meal to be waiting for him every night when he got home had turned me
into a fairly decent cook. The fact that he’d put me on a
thirty-day schedule of serving up something different every night had
filled my reading nook with a variety of cook books that I could draw
God, I don’t know why
I was suddenly thinking about Paul. Except that it had been a year
since I’d simply walked, okay ran, away from him. My life was where
I finally wanted it to be. I was free and able to breathe, but I
didn’t enjoy the peace and quiet as much as I’d hoped I would. I
was afraid that it wasn’t going to last. Nothing good did, right?
Jasmine kept telling me to stop worrying over something that might
never happen, to just live each day and enjoy my life, but every time
my phone rang I tensed up, waiting to hear Paul’s voice. Every time
the door opened I held my breath, expecting to see his face. I knew
that if he ever did find me, he would probably kill me.
I finished up and made
my way back downstairs. When I pushed through the curtain I came to a
stop, surprised to see Jasmine at her sink washing Niles’ hair.
That was a first! She was scrubbing his head vigorously, and I had to
wonder if her intent was to make him bald. She was clearly not happy.
Something alerted her to my presence and she turned my way, giving me
a scowl. I bit my lip to keep from smiling and turned my interest on
Jasmine liked men, she
liked flirting and flaunting herself around them, but it was a
particular kind of man that drew her attention. Niles was not her
type. He was too old, too nerdy- looking, and it appeared that he
didn’t have a muscle on him, unlike the bikers who’d been
parading in and out since we’d opened. Unlike one, big biker in
particular. My pussy clenched, and I had to remind myself that he may
be back on Friday for a haircut. Nothing else.
I sat back in the booth
with a long breath, my gaze darting to the sweetbutt that was
grinding her pussy on the stripper pole on stage. Sid was really
working her hips, and I smirked, wondering if she was getting off.
She looked like she was putting on a private show for the man sitting
in front of her, her eyes locked onto his and her expression
revealing that she was close to coming. I’d fucked that bitch a few
dozen times over the years, and I’d have known if she was faking it
or not. I waited, and then watched as she threw back her head and
opened her mouth wide. Nothing came out.
I snorted. She wasn’t
I raised my arm to get
Snake’s attention. He acknowledged me with a chin lift. “Beer!”
I ordered. As I waited I observed what was going on around me. Some
of the Christmas decorations had migrated to the bar area from the
restaurant and club room. It didn’t surprise me that Hawk hadn’t
put a stop to it, he fucking worshiped the ground Audra walked on and
let her do anything that made her happy. Happy wife, happy life. The
thought made me grimace.
That shit wasn’t for
me, and neither were the festive decorations. The party, however, I
was looking forward to. It was mostly for families and friends, but
that didn’t mean that there wouldn’t be some new pussy there, and
if there was a willing woman I intended to partake. Thinking of fresh
pussy had me think about the woman from the salon, Daisy Mae Flowers,
and how mouth-watering she’d been in that sheer blouse and pencil
skirt. Fucking a woman in a skirt like that would have been
impossible but, hell, trying would have been fun.
I remembered how the
huskiness of her voice had caressed my dick like the touch of soft
hands and made it jerk. I thought about her name, and decided that
she must have been the product of some late-bloomer flower child,
because who the fuck named their kid Daisy Mae Flowers? It was cute,
and not a name that I’d likely to forget.
Neither was she.
Despite her age because
she looked to be around twenty-five, and way too fucking young for me
there was a tempting innocence about her that made me want to spoil
her for other men. I’d sensed that she was afraid of me, but there
was something else that she was afraid of more. Someone had hurt her.
But I’d also picked up on the fact that she’d been interested in
me, and damn, thinking about her smoking curves had sure interested
me. I wanted to wrap myself around her and claim every part of her,
every hole. For the first fucking time in my life I wanted to leave
my mark on a woman.
I was talking bruises,
bite marks, and plenty of my seed.
The thought made me
“What’s got you
looking so dark, brother?” Snake asked as he slid my beer over to
me. My gaze shot up to his beneath my furrowed brows. I snarled at
the happy smirk on his face, which only made him laugh. “Must be a
“Why does it have to
be a woman?” I groused, picking up the bottle.
He shrugged. “You
have that look.”
I was curious. “What
“The same look I saw
in Prez and Rock when their women first came to the club and were
causing them grief.”
I snorted, taking a
sip. “Screw you, asshole. I don’t have a fucking woman.”
“Well, brother-” I
wanted to punch the knowing look off his face, “You’ve got that
look,” he insisted. “The kind that says you’ve got some pussy
on your mind and it’s messing with you.”
Snake laughed all the
way back to the bar. I put the bottle to my lips and chugged the
whole fucking thing, and then slammed it down onto the table, drawing
eyes my way. I ran the back of my hand across my mouth. It was Friday
and I knew how I wanted to end my day. I’d go back to the salon to
see if my attraction to Daisy was as strong as it had been a few days
before. I would see if she reciprocated, or if the whole fucking
thing had been my imagination. My gut told me that it had been real,
my dick said he didn’t care, as long as he got inside her pussy.
The door leading to the
back of the building where the clubhouse was located opened, and Lynn
and Janet walked into the bar. Sid was leaving the stage, so I
guessed that one of them was there to take her place. Snake ran the
bar, and he always made sure that there were a couple of dancers to
entertain the clients. Lucy was already doing her routine on the
other side of the room. Between that, working behind the bar, and
providing relief for the brothers, the women were kept busy.
They reaped the
benefits of it, too.
The club offered them
protection and bought them whatever they needed. They were there
because they wanted to be there. Others had come and gone but most of
them, except for Lucy, had been with the club for eight or nine
years. They stayed because they had a good thing. And the brothers
needed them. Needed what they provided after we’d gone to war or
had to deal with club issues that revved us up and made our blood
Fighting and fucking
took care of a lot of shit that riding and drinking didn’t.
The back door opened
again, and Clay stuck his head in and glanced around the club until
his gaze landed on me. He jerked his head for me to come. I wondered
what was up, he’d looked serious. I hit the door open in time to
see him step outside. Hawk, Rock, Clay, Painter, and Ned were outside
by the bikes, smoking and talking. I could tell by the way they held
themselves that something was wrong.
All eyes turned my way,
but it was Hawk who spoke, getting right to the point, as he always
did. “Hey, brother. You know anything about the Trouble Makers MC?”
Shit! That was the last
fucking thing I’d been expecting him to ask. I hadn’t thought
about the Trouble Makers in a long time, not since I’d left their
MC, long before I’d become a prospect for Phantom Riders MC. In
fact, I was surprised that they were still around. They’d gotten
into some serious trouble soon after I’d left, the kind of shit
that had sent most of their club to prison. As far as I knew, that
was where they still were.
I could tell by Hawk’s
expression that it was too late to make up some shit story, not that
I would have anyway. My history with the Trouble Makers was just
that, history, and it didn’t involve Phantom Riders. I’d come to
them a nomad, free and clear. I crossed my arms and expelled a low
growl. I had the feeling that I wasn’t going to like what came
“I used to ride with
them, back when I was in my early twenties. Left them long before I
came here. Why?”
“Do you know what
happened to them?”
I didn’t like the
look of mild suspicion on Rock’s face. “Last I heard, most of
them went to prison, wouldn’t be surprised if they were still
there. The FBI and ATF picked them up for human trafficking,
kidnapping, and the murder of some important government official.”
responded, shaking his head with disbelief. “That kind of shit will
send you away for a long time.”
“Were you involved in
any of that, brother?”
I set my gaze on my
president. I didn’t blame him for the questions. Hell, I’d be
doing the same damned thing if the situation were reversed. Hawk
looked out for his club and brothers, and I knew that no matter how
he felt about me personally, if I’d fucked them over he’d put a
bullet in my head himself.
“No.” It had been
one of the reasons I’d left the MC. They’d been heading down a
dark road, and it wasn’t something I’d wanted to be involved
with. Shooter, the president, and once a good friend of mine, had
known that. “What’s going on?”
“You’re not very
forthcoming, brother,” Rock snarled.
“What are you looking
for, brother?” I snarled right back. “I belonged to the MC, I
left them. I haven’t seen or spoken to any of them for, hell,
fifteen years, at least.”
The low, growly noise
Hawk made caused us all to look his way. “Covacks just called me to
give us a heads-up. Seems some of the Trouble Makers are out of
prison and looking for redemption.” I furrowed my brow, waiting for
him to continue, because I knew that he had something more to say.
“Your name was mentioned, and not in a good way.”
I thought about it for
a minute. “They think I betrayed them?” I would never do that.
Hawk confirmed it with a head shake. “Fuck, I had nothing to do
“Right after you left
the club, shit went down. Doesn’t look very good for you,”
Painter remarked in a hard tone.
I shrugged. “A
coincidence. The club had been heading in the wrong direction for a
long time by the time I’d made up my mind to get out and go nomad.
Any names mentioned on who’s out?”
Hawk shook his head.
“Does it matter? They were asking questions about you at one of the
fights in Last Hope. They’re coming here for you, brother. We need
to be ready.”
“It’s my problem to
take care of,” I snarled firmly. I didn’t need to remind them of
my position in the club, and that taking care of a few bad-asses with
a grudge would be a piece of cake.
“You’re not a nomad
now,” Ned said, entering the discussion.
“We deal with this
together.” Not one of us would question the finality in our
president’s tone, and we all knew how Hawk felt about brothers
having each other’s backs. “If those fuckers show up here, we’ll
be prepared. I’ve already got Fox looking into it to see who’s
been released from prison.”
I thought back to that
time of my life when I’d been with the club, trying to recall what
I’d heard about them. I’d only been gone for about three months
when I’d received word that there’d been a bust at the clubhouse,
and that just about everyone present had been arrested. Not everyone
had gone to prison, but most of the officers had, along with some of
the soldiers. What had been left of the club had been too
insignificant to keep the MC running, that was certain. Prospects
didn’t know shit.
“If I remember
correctly, about twelve members ended up in prison.”
“The officers?” I
nodded in response to Rock’s inquiry. “Which is probably why you
haven’t heard anything from them all this time, the members were
probably told to lay low until they were released.”
“Makes sense,” Ned
said, lighting a cigarette. “Now they’re starting to get out,
they want to bring their club back together. Do you remember any of
“Hell, I don’t
recall their real names, but Shooter was the club president. There
was Taco, their VP, Mooch was Enforcer, and Tiger was Road Captain.
What they didn’t have in numbers, they made up for in ruthlessness.
They were ambitious and reckless.”
“It’s probably good
you got out when you did.”
“Who do we have to
look out for?”
I knew what Hawk was
asking me. Who were they going to send to kill me. If they believed
that I’d turned them in, someone would come for me. Spending ten
plus years in prison gave you a chance to think about who put you
there, and what you were gonna do about it when you got out. It
hardened you, made you mean, and filled you with hate. And revenge
gave you the reason to keep going.
“Their club prez? He
hate you that much?” Clay wanted to know.
“No,” I said. “We
were friends before we became brothers.” Eyebrows rose at my
admission. “I’ll go in and tell Fox what I know, and then I’ve
got some place to be.”
“Do you need backup?”
Hawk asked as I turned and began walking back toward the door.
I tossed him a look
over my shoulder as I kept walking. “Not for this, brother. I think
I can handle her on my own.”
Their crude remarks and
snorts followed me inside the club. It didn’t take me long to tell
Fox what I knew. Ten minutes later I was racing toward the salon. If
they kept normal hours, I knew that there was a chance they’d
already be closed for the day, it was almost five o’clock. The
thought of missing little Daisy Mae Flowers forced me to pick up
speed. I hadn’t been able to get her or the things I wanted to do
to her off my mind since the day I’d first seen her. And it all
began with her hands on me.
As I neared the house I
could see there was only one vehicle in the drive. But even before I
pulled up, an elderly woman emerged from the salon and headed toward
the car. With no others present, that meant that Daisy would be all
alone. I pulled up close to the door and cut the engine. I sat there
for a minute, staring at the front door. It was glass, with the name
of her business, ‘Country Pretty,’ etched into it. I could see
movement inside, but it was hard to make out what she was doing.
I dismounted and walked
toward the door, willing my dick to behave because it was already
stirring at the thought of being close to her. I walked up the three
steps and reached to push the door open just as Daisy appeared on the
other side. Her hands quickly moved up to the lock, but she didn’t
turn it. She looked nervous and undecided as to whether or not she
should lock me out. And damn, she looked cute as hell with that
bottom lip clamped between her teeth.
We stared at one
another as if sizing each other up. I cocked my head, my eyes moving
back and forth between her eyes and her hand, which was still poised
at the lock. “Don’t do it,” I finally said, realizing that my
gruff command might result in the opposite effect.
She opened her pretty
mouth as if to say something, then thought better of it, and clamped
it shut again. Next, she spun around and walked away from the door. I
pushed it in and stepped inside the salon, watching the sexy sway of
her full hips as she continued to walk away. She turned to face me
before my interest shifted from her shapely ass. My hands itched to
get a hold of it.
“I, ah, wasn’t sure
that you were coming, and was just about to close up,” she said in
a silky rasp. I grinned when she stepped around a chair at one of the
stations as if it offered her some protection. Nothing was going to
protect her from me. “So, you’re here for a haircut?”
Yeah, that was why I
was there. For a fucking haircut, and maybe a taste of her. She
looked good enough to eat. The first thing I noticed was her hair.
The first time I’d seen her it had been confined, but today it was
loose and surrounded her pretty face in sexy waves. My fingers
prickled with the need to touch the silky mass. Her face was devoid
of makeup, but the fresh, clean appearance of her skin needed no
enhancements. I fucking loved the dusting of freckles across her pert
little nose. I wanted to run my mouth over them to see if they tasted
as fucking sweet as they looked.
“Would you, ah, like
a wash first?”
I watched the rise and
fall of her large tits, revealed by the open neck of her blouse and
barely confined in the tight white tank top she wore beneath it. The
glitter of a gold cross hanging from a chain around her neck drew my
eyes to her exposed cleavage. My dick jerked, and I clenched my
teeth. “Yeah, that sounds good,” I said, walking her way. The
closer I got, the more color stained her cheeks. Interesting. And
then she was biting down on that bottom lip again, and all I could
think of was taking it between my teeth and sucking it inside my
Fucking hell, this was
a mistake. I knew that I’d wanted her the minute I’d first seen
her, but the intensity of my reaction to her today scared the living
shit out of me. I wasn’t sure that I had the control I’d need to
keep from hurting her. When I wanted a woman I just took her, but it
was usually a club whore. I couldn’t recall the last ‘good girl’
I’d wanted to pin down and fuck.
I sat down in the chair
she indicated, aware I didn’t usually go in for all that wash and
blow shit. When I wanted a haircut, I got a haircut and that was it.
But I wanted Daisy’s hands on me, and right then I’d take them
anyway I could get them.
“Um, I need you to−”
She stopped talking as soon as our eyes met. It was obvious she was
nervous as shit, and probably afraid. Good, she fucking needed to be.
She was tiny compared to me.
“What, baby?” Her
eyes dilated. They fucking dilated. “What do you need me to
do?” My nostrils flared as I took in her tantalizing scent. Musk,
and something flowery, slammed into my senses, and my dick punched
“I need you to scoot
down in the chair so I can get your head in the bowl.”
I grinned at the
huskiness of her voice, moving my big frame into position. Once I
arranged my head into the sink she turned on the water. I’d never
much thought about having my hair washed before, and Daisy was fast
and efficient, running the hot water through it before lathering it
up with shampoo. When her fucking nails began to massage my scalp, I
closed my eyes and groaned because it felt that good.