Raw: The Ultimate Mc Collection (110 page)

And here he was looking at me once again like a piece of meat.

He followed me, his eyes squinting as he stared at me rudely.

“No, really. I swear I know you from somewhere, I just can't place it.”

“I don't think so,” I replied. “I just moved here. I've never seen you before in my life.”

“Hmm,” his stupid head tilted in confusion. “Okay, if you say so. You just remind me of someone I used to know, I guess.”

Great. Just what I needed. Pete Miller could ruin me in a second if he figured out who I was. My disguise was good, but was it good enough to fool some jerk who had been practically obsessed with me for years?

I walked away from him after getting a beer from the keg that I had no intention of drinking, and sighed in relief as Crow spotted me. His face lit up and all traces of his previous anger disappeared. My breath caught in my throat as I was once again taken by his sheer beauty. Where were the scars? The greasy, stringy hair? The awful breath and missing teeth? He looked like a male model for a leather company, not a scary derelict.

As he strolled over to me, I marveled at his easy stride. Whatever he had been discussing with the other guys was forgotten as he walked straight over to me and kissed me full on the lips. I felt a hundred pairs of eyes on us, but I kissed him back without hesitation. It was impossible not to respond and I tried desperately to ignore the wetness seeping into my panties as his hand snaked around to the small of my back, pressing my body into his as he kissed me.

“Thank you for coming, Krys,” he said, pulling away and smiling down at me.

“My pleasure,” I replied. “What a party! I didn't realize there would be so many people here.”

“We have a big family.”

“I can see that.”

“C'mon. Let me introduce you to everyone.” He grabbed my hand and pulled me around the entire property, stopping to introduce me to way too many people for me to ever remember. I did my best to memorize all the names for later, but I knew it was no use.

When we reached Pete, I tried to act naturally.

“Stud, this is my new friend, Krys. You be nice to her, or I'll have to kick your ass. You hear me?” Crow was smiling, and while his words were sarcastic, they were laced with an underlying seriousness. Pete's reputation had obviously come along with him.

“Krys. So that's your name, huh? Nice to meet you, Krys.” He looked at me for a moment, then turned to Crow. “She reminds me of someone I used to know. But I promise to be nice, Pres.”

I took this moment to get a good look at Pete, and noticed he was wearing a jacket, but there weren't any patches on it. So that's why he was here. He was a prospect. Just great.

We moved on quickly, and by the time Crow had introduced me to everyone, I was exhausted and overwhelmed. Although he was introducing me as his 'new friend', he was acting like I was his new girlfriend. His smile and easiness was infectious, and I couldn't help but get caught up in the mood of the party. The bride and groom and everyone he introduced me to welcomed me warmly. If it wasn't for all the leather, and the motorcycles parked everywhere, it would have felt like any normal party at any normal family that just happened to like leather and loud rumbling methods of transportation.

The warmth of Crow's palm on the small of my back was surprisingly intimate and arousing, and he kept it there throughout each introduction, making it very hard for me to concentrate on my job. I did my best to ask subtle questions of everyone, trying to learn any tidbit of information I could report back to Tommy, but I was coming up completely empty. If this MC was doing anything illegal, it was completely out of sight. I was finding it increasingly enticing to just forget about my job, and enjoy the evening.

When Crow offered to give me a tour of the inside of the clubhouse, I perked up. Maybe now I would learn something useful.

“I'd love that, thank you.” I smiled at him, genuinely happy to be spending time with him. He was so polite and easygoing. In addition to the fact that I couldn't stop staring at his dark beauty, I was enthralled with the subtle way he commanded respect and loyalty. The crowds parted when he walked through, and other MC members nodded to him as he passed. He was definitely the king of his kingdom here.

The clubhouse was part motorcycle repair shop and part lounge. We walked in through the front door and my eyes adjusted to the dim lighting. A full bar lined one wall and two pool tables filled the empty space. Couches and easy chairs scattered throughout created a cozy, homey ambiance. The lights were dimmed and dozens of people were sitting at the bar and relaxing on the couches and chairs. Many people were coupled up and I noticed a few of them making out in the corners, a pale breast flashing here and there. It reminded me of any bar I might walk into in the city on a busy Saturday night, minus the bare breasts.

Mr. C. was tending bar and Crow led me over to him. “Whiskey?” Crow asked me.

I wasn't supposed to be drinking too much on the job, but this was no ordinary job.

“Sure, why not?”  Mr. C. brought us a couple of shot glasses and an entire bottle of Jack Daniels.

“Here you go, boss.” Nodding at us, he walked away, leaving us alone at the end of the bar.

“This is some place you have here.” I was hoping to use this time to try to draw some information out of him, but damned if those eyes of his weren't distracting me. When I saw his bicep muscles rippling as he brought the shot to his full lips, the wetness drenched my panties. Crossing my legs, I sat on the bar stool next to him, and tried to look away from him to find some other way to focus. I certainly couldn't do it when I was looking right at him. I downed the shot he poured me and felt the harsh warmth spread through my belly.

“It's home.”

“Home? Do you live here?”

“No, I have a house out in the country a few miles out of town. But I spend most of my time here, running the business, making sure everything goes smoothly.”

“Right. You do motorcycle repair?”

“Among other things, yes. We have a good thing going here.”

I didn't like that answer, it was so vague and it could have meant anything, but I also didn't expect him to admit to me that he did anything illegal. I had just met him, and the only thing he was interested in at this point was getting into my pants, not divulging his business secrets. If I discovered anything, I would have to do it on my own.

Crow grabbed the bottle of whiskey in one hand, and took my hand in the other.

“Come on, I'll show you the rest of the place.”

He led me down a hall and opened a few doors, showing me a variety of different rooms. There was a simple office that looked completely legit, with pictures of bikini clad women on motorcycles lining the walls, and piles of invoices scattered on the desk next to an oddly clean bathroom, considering this place was run by a bunch of burly men. At the end of the hall was a heavy wooden door, elaborately carved with the Crow MC logo. Crow pushed the door in and led me inside.

The room was dark and large, with a large table that matched the door sitting right in the middle. 

“This is where we have meetings. I carved the doors and the table myself.”

“You did?” I asked, impressed. “You are very talented!”

“Thanks. Besides motorcycles, woodworking is my other hobby.”

I ran my hand along the table, admiring the intricate details of the carving. It was flawless and indeed impressive. I was just about to say so again when I felt Crow come up behind me. His breath tickled my neck before his lips seared it.

I moaned and leaned back into him. His hands snaked around my waist pulling me tighter as he kissed my neck. My knees weakened with each nip of his hot lips. My nipples hardened as my heart raced and I turned around to enclose his lips with mine. Hungrily, he kissed me back, his tongue searching and probing. I melted into him. Our kiss tasted like whiskey and yet was so much more intoxicating than that amber liquid ever could have been. His right hand trailed up to my breast, and he ran his thumb over my hard nipple.

Groaning, he reached down and grabbed my hips and lifted me onto the table. My thighs spread open as I welcomed him between them, pulling him closer. His hips ground into me, his hardness throbbing against my center. I gasped as his lips returned to my neck and trailed down to my heaving breasts. His hot tongue licked my cleavage, sliding under the top of my black lace bra and flicking my nipple.

Breathless and weak, my defenses completely disappeared. I sighed and arched my back, wanting more of whatever he wanted to give me. It was easy to submit to a man like this, so strong, so quietly demanding.

He pulled down the cups of my bra and began devouring my breasts with his hot mouth. My hand clasped the back of his head, my fingers tangled in his hair and pulling him into me harder.

Just as I began to cry out and beg him for more, the heavy wooden door swung open and Mr. C. strolled in.

It was dark and he didn't see us at first.

“Get the fuck out dude!” Crow yelled.

Mr. C jumped, almost dropping the box of liquor he was holding.

“Oh, shit!” His eyes looked like saucers as he took in the scene. I was half lying on the table, my tits completely exposed with Crow hard and pressed between my legs.

“I'm so sorry, boss! I was just coming in to restock the bar in here,” he began backing out, turning around once more before he shut the door and looking at me. “Nice tits, ma’am.”

“Oh my god!” I said to Crow, who was laughing so hard he almost had tears in his eyes.

“Sorry, sweetheart,” he said, kissing my lips lightly between his laughter. “Mr. C. has a bad habit of forgetting to knock.”

“I see that.” I laughed, his smile infectious.

“Maybe we should continue this back at your place later?” he asked. “I'm almost ready to get out of here and leave the party to the rest of the crowd.” 

His kisses continued and he pressed into me again, his hard cock rubbing against my pussy seductively. 

“And I can't imagine a better way to end the night than inside your irresistible body.”

“Mmmm...” I murmured, “I'd like that, too.” I had made up my mind long ago, there was no way I was turning down a night with this Adonis. But I knew I also couldn't leave without trying to get a look around.

“Just let me go to the ladies room first,” I said.

“Of course. It's just down the hall. I need to go talk to the guys before we leave, too. But then,” he said, trailing his kisses down to my nipples once more, licking them hotly, first one then the other, “you are all mine for the night.”

I smiled down at him, my body on fire and wrestling with my mind. “I can't wait, Crow.”

Untangling myself, I grabbed his bottle of whiskey from the table and took a swig before handing it back to him and adjusting my clothes.

He laughed and winked at me as we walked out of the room and down the hall.

“Here's the bathroom, darlin'. I'll see you outside in a few minutes. Don't take too long.” He kissed me once more and walked away, blessing me with the gorgeous view of his ass once more.

I went into the bathroom and tried to compose myself. My legs were like jello, and I could barely stand. The effect this man had on me was incredible. I had had boyfriends before, and this wasn't my first rodeo in the sex department by far, but Crow had me completely flustered. He knew exactly how to kiss me, where to kiss me, where and when to touch me, and I wanted more. Much, much more.

For now, I needed to take a look in that office.

I opened the bathroom door and took a look up and down the hall. Not a person in sight. Quickly, I sprinted down the hall towards the office, and quietly opened the door. I jumped when I saw Pete behind the desk, the middle drawer open in front of him.

“Shit!” He jumped and froze like a deer caught in headlights. “Get the fuck out!”

“I thought this was the bathroom, sorry!” I met his eyes, then quickly scanned the room as I backed out of it. A huge brick of shrink wrapped cocaine was in his hand.

“I said get the fuck out, bitch!”

I closed the door as quickly as I could and walked down the hallway towards the lounge. What the hell was going on? Something didn't feel right here. I hadn't seen anyone doing coke the whole time I was here, just drinking mostly, and some people were smoking cigarettes and pot. And if they were going to be doing drugs, it was sure as hell going to be done at a party like this. I had pretty much given up on finding anything and then I walked in on Pete doing...what? He was a prospect, so the chances of Crow or his guys giving him a big brick of cocaine to handle just didn't add up. And he looked like a kid caught in the candy jar when I walked in on him. No, something certainly wasn't right about this.