Forsaken Control (Oathkeepers MC) (12 page)

Facing Ares, I declare, “I’m telling her.”

“The fuck you are. You wait.”

“For what? She needs to know, any longer and she will never fucking forgive me for not telling her sooner. I can’t lose her, damn it.  Ares, she means everything to me. I’ve never been this way over a woman before; you know how I was before she started staying here.”

“You won’t lose her. I told you already, I will take care of it.”

“Yeah and how the fuck you gonna do that, huh?”

“Enough 2 Piece,” he growls in warning. “Just calm your shit. I’ll let you know when I speak with her. Everything will be motherfuckin’ peachy.”

Huffing, I cross my arms over my chest so I don’t reach across the table and throat punch his ass. This is what he does to me—I either want him to fuck me or I want to kick him in the face.

I can’t stand this. My heart hurts inside, imagining the possibility of losing her, of losing him, too. When did he become so important to me anyhow? We’ve been friends for years, but now what I feel for him is something completely different. Fuck if I’m not a little lost with it all. The same thoughts keep circulating over and over in my head. I feel like a damn pussy, whining and shit ‘bout it all, but fuck.

“So the letter?” I move to distract myself with the issues at hand that can be easily fixed when I find the ignorant fucker who decided to grow a pair of balls during the night.

“I’m taking care of it,” he shrugs.

“Don’t keep me in the dark, damn it. Avery was fuckin’ threatened, or did you forget? I want to know what’s up.”

He nods. “I know, and you will. You hear back from the last weapons’ contact?”

“Yep, last night before you came to the room, and we’re good with the Columbians, too. I don’t know who the fuck would be threatening the club like this, let alone you.”

“I don’t know, either, but if shit doesn’t fuckin’ calm down soon, I may need to call Dom and get him here.”

Dom was his friend he lived with before he joined the club. He’s stopped in a few times and the brothers have met him. Dom seems much more normal than Ares, so he must have had a decent life growin’ up. He rides a bike, but keeps his nose clean. We keep ours pretty clean also, but fuck knows we’re all far from innocent.

We’re interrupted by an out of breath Twist, as he comes rushing into the bar, scanning until he sees us. His long, blond hair is in every direction, as if he had just grabbed it and pulled it roughly.

“Fuck if Scratch didn’t just see the same bike ride back by the club from the cameras!” Twist practically yells and Ares jumps up, anxious.

We have security cameras all over the compound to help us monitor if anyone comes and goes. Earlier when we left my room and got the note, we checked the footage. There was a white chopper with red skulls painted all over the tank. It was hard to make it out, but thankfully, Brently being a college brat, could figure out how to zoom in and out to see it better.

“Yo! They rode past the fuckin’ compound?” Ares demands and Twist nods.

“Go see if you can catch him—only to town—and, if not, at least get me a fuckin’ description!” Ares barks out, and Twist takes off running out of the club door.

“Fuck yeah! I’ll be back,” he cackles a crazed laugh, as the door slams closed.

“Should we call Cain?” I ask, standing beside him.

“No, they’re at the ultrasound appointment. I’ll text him in an hour to update him. Jamison was goin’ to London’s mom’s house anyhow, so the boy is safe.”

I nod, stirring through my thoughts, trying to figure out what else we should do. “Now what?”

“Now we wait and think.” His hands flex, making tight fists as he takes his seat again.

“I fuckin’ hate waitin’.” I follow suit, sitting across from him.

“Fuck, I know, brother.” He groans, shaking his head and pulls out his phone. Sitting quietly, I eavesdrop on his side of the conversation.

Spin?

Yeah, brother.

Just saw the chopper from last night. Keep your eyes peeled around the shop.

Naw, don’t think they would. Just don’t want you havin’ any damages.

Yep, see ya then
.

He hangs up, right as Avery breezes in, unaware of what just happened. She’s carrying plates stacked with sub sandwiches and fruit salad. Ever since the BBQ last week, the brothers keep begging the girls to make London’s mom’s fruit salad. Fuck, that shit’s hella good.

“Thanks, shorty.” Murmuring, I take my plate from her, and she kisses me sweetly on the lips.

“Thanks, angel,’ Ares nods, and she grins at him.

“No problem, now y’all dig in.”

Avery has her own plate but she has a small sandwich and a heaping pile of fruit salad, pretty much the opposite of ours. We’re all so hungry that we start shoveling in the delicious food.

After we’re finished eating, I steal some of Avery’s food, since she’s been hoarding all of the fruit salad from us.

“If you will take the plates to the kitchen, I’m going to go call my dad.” She stands, glancing between us.

“Yeah, of course. Thanks for makin’ it.”

“Welcome,” she pops, kissing me tenderly on my cheek then rounds the booth, brushing a kiss on Ares’ cheek as well. It doesn’t upset me, though. If anything, it makes me happy to see her care for him, too. I guess maybe because I care for him a lot? Fuck knows.

I peer at him, questioningly.

“For fuck’s sake, I told you, I’ll take care of it.
Soon
.”

Nodding, I hold back. He better, I don’t know if I can fucking wait any longer.

THE NEXT MORNING…

I’m awoken by strong fingers and a large, rough palm rubbing all over my naked flesh. His big, chunky silver rings are missing, having taken them off prior to lying down. The caresses feel so sweet; I burrow back towards it, to be met with an enormous, strong body. I can’t believe it, but Ares actually stayed the whole night. He never stays, always dipping out, mumbling how he doesn’t cuddle ‘cause it’s for pussies and he don’t have one. This makes the second night now that he’s stayed the entire time.

This morning I’m the lucky lady, lying completely exposed between these two incredible men. I have my gorgeous Silas, who’s the love of my life on one side. Then I have Ares, who I’m quickly falling for, even though I know I shouldn’t be, resting on the other side of me.

I try to keep my feelings in check, but it’s so hard. I don’t know if it’s because I’m a woman and I get more emotionally attached, but it feels like Ares is a part of mine and 2 Piece’s relationship. I don’t know if that’s good or if it’s bad. I’m hoping it’s a very good thing that I have feelings for him after what I heard in the bathroom yesterday morning. I don’t know if they were both in there jacking off at the same time or if it there was more happening, but it was sexy as fuck. Once I heard the moaning, I couldn’t help but reach inside of my panties to play with my clit, pleasuring myself to their sounds of ecstasy.

Then I pretended like I was asleep when they came out. I didn’t want to embarrass them if they really were in there jacking off. Some men don’t care, but others are weird about women knowing that they’re handling their business. I’ve never heard of men doing it together in the same room though, so I’m thinking they were doing more.  They could have easily woken me up, to join in with them if they wanted to have sex.

My thoughts are drawn away from yesterday, as Ares’ hand slides over my tummy, pushing the sheet down as he goes. He heads straight to the bare juncture between my thighs. Adjusting my legs a little, I part them, giving him just enough room to slip a few thick fingers through my pussy lips and inside of me. As he pumps them inside a couple times, I coat his fingers in my wetness. My hips follow his fingers each time he tries to pull them free, craving more.

After a moment, he pulls his hand away, and I’m met with the warm, round tip of his cock, begging to enter me from behind. Adjusting more on to my side, I move so he can slip inside of me. He pushes in deeply on his first thrust.

Drawing in a heavy breath as he enters me, Ares stretches my pussy further to accommodate his size. My God, he feels so amazing. He rests his palm on my thigh, using it to help him tenderly drive into me.

Ares is being so soft and slow with me, the bed’s barely even moving. 2 Piece snores away, unaware anything is happening. It’s kind of an even greater turn on watching 2 Piece, knowing he’s right in front of me as Ares is sliding inside.

I can’t believe how freaking large he is, it brings a little pinch of pain each time he seats himself fully inside of me, feeling as if he’s all the way into my stomach. He’s never had his cock in my pussy before; he’s only ever taken my ass or my mouth. A completely new set of feelings explode through me, knowing that this is another step we’re taking toward a point of no return.

His lips whisper over the delicate skin on my neck, bringing on an onslaught of chills, stimulating my body with each thrust, as his skilled mouth kisses me or his wet tongue caresses my ears, neck, and back.

My pussy pulses with each plunge, weeping in sweet pleasure and silently begging his cock for all it can give.

The sensations are beyond fantastic, having him taking me so gently, when he’s only ever been rough with me. I feel cherished and loved, though I know I should only experience those kinds of feelings with 2 Piece.

Skirting his hand up my stomach he palms my small breast, occasionally tweaking my stiff nipple, and with each soft pinch, I bite my lips, barring down to keep me from calling out in ecstasy and to stop me from admitting my feelings to him out loud.

“I want you, angel,” he murmurs, and my pussy clenches tightly around him in a frenzy at the sound of his rough voice.

“Hmm.” I mumble quietly so he knows that I hear him, but also so I don’t stir 2 Piece from his sleep.

Ares enters me again, running his fingertips over my skin until he cups my pussy, applying pressure to my clit with his palm.

Gasping out, I can’t stop it; he hits the perfect spot everywhere. As he rubs his hand in slow circles, I feel like a huge tidal wave is coming for me.

“You need to be mine; you
both
need to be mine.” He croons softly in my ear and at his words and the meaning behind them, I explode, my orgasm taking me so high I feel like I could float off of the bed.

He plunges into me powerfully as I ride through my orgasm. He sucks on the back of my neck as he seats himself fully, drawing my hip into him forcefully, filling me full of his seed.

After a moment, his taut body relaxes, and I feel his hot breath on the back of my neck as he pants. Ares tucks me into his body, wrapping me up in his arms, my body so small compared to his huge one. He doesn’t squish me though. No, he holds me as if I mean the absolute world to him, and it’s so precious to feel important.

The hard part is that it makes my feelings for him grow even deeper. I know I can’t have two of them, but fuck if I don’t want them both.

“You okay, angel? Did I hurt you?” he whispers. 

Pulling myself free, I shift so that I’m facing him. He keeps his arm around me and I’m enveloped in his warmth. Peering into his dark irises, surrounded by thick lashes, I swear I see love shining in them. At least I pray that’s what I really see and not just what I’m hoping to see.

Tenderly, I bring my small hand to his face, rubbing over his scruffy black trimmed beard; I can’t help but smile at him. He leans into my touch, just like he always has, and I absolutely adore the fact I bring him some sort of comfort. I don’t know what it is exactly, but I’m grateful it happens for him.

I can’t believe this beautiful, caring man has a nickname like the butcher. People truly have no clue about him. I think he’s misunderstood and deserves to be loved. What would 2 Piece say if he found out I’m falling in love with one of his brothers? Would he hate me, would they want to throw me out of the clubhouse? I’m so scared I could lose both of them.

Ares bends, until I’m close enough to lean up slightly and meet his mouth. His lips aren’t thick, but just perfect enough so that when I kiss him, I feel as if I can’t possibly get enough. He takes control of our kiss and I love every minute of it. He’s still tender, enough so that I melt inside and if I were wearing any panties, they’d probably be on fire by now.

Pulling away slightly, I nod giving him a small smile. “I’m good, Air.”

“Good. I mean it, angel; you’re not just his, but mine, too.” 

“I can’t talk about this right now.” I whisper, my mind getting more confused and cloudy with what his words could mean.

He looks a bit unsure for a brief second, then his features smooth out, back to the confident Ares I’m accustomed to. “Okay, I’ll give you a little time, but eventually, we’ll discuss all this.”

“Okay.” I agree instantly, ready to move past the subject.

Ares kisses me softly one last time, pulling away and then he stands.

“Where are you going?”

“To my room.”

“Because I won’t discuss it all right now?”

“No, babe. ‘Cause I need to take a shower and get shit done. 2 Piece needs to get some rest, so I’mma be quiet and bounce.”