Striker (Black Rebel Riders' MC Book 4) (5 page)

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One month later

Baby

“Where’s everyone at this morning?” I ask Striker, not because I want to but because he is the only one here.

“Shops closed today, we got inventory. I told the guys to take the next few days off. Figured it isn’t anything you and I can’t handle on our own.” He winks at me and gives me a sly grin, trying to work his charm on me. Not happening.
Sleaze ball
. As if I want anything to do with him after I seen him with that skank ho Diamond. Bitch has been pecked more than the trees in a forest full of woodpeckers.

“Whatever, let’s get to it. I have to be out of here by three thirty today.” I say flippantly. Taking my coffee, I breeze past him and into the office. Damn him and his smile. The nerve of him, thinking he can flirt with me after that shit yesterday and every other day before. He had the nerve to pinch my ass yesterday. What is worse is that I enjoyed it.

Striker joins me in the office and he smells so good, he looks so damn sexy in ripped jeans and a faded Harley t-shirt. I pull my chair out with more force than necessary trying not to let him see how he is making me feel. It would be so easy just to tear his clothes off and fuck him on the desk. No, that would lead to me actually liking him, not going to happen. I can feel him close behind me, I try to hold my breath, I don‘t want to get aroused by his scent.

He cages me in his arms placing his palms down flat on the desk. His breath tickles my ear sending fire burning through my soul. Sweeping my hair back from my neck, he whispers, “I’m going to kiss you right now, and you are going to let me.”

I am trapped unable to escape him or the chair. I can’t say anything; I can’t even breathe in this moment, because I do want him to kiss me. I am afraid that if I move, I will stop him and I do not want him to stop.  A hunger deep inside of me craves every piece of him, the good, the bad, and the nitty gritty ugly.

Goose pimples dance across my skin. Fuck, this is bad. I try to fight the urge to say fuck it and let him have his way. There is only so much my vibrator can do. My pussy clenches feeling his breath hit my neck. Oh god, kiss me, please kiss me. No. Don’t kiss me. You are a jerk. All of these thoughts run rampantly through my mind. His hand is still touching me; my panties are getting wetter by the minute. It has been so long since I have felt the touch of a man. And fuck me, what a man Striker is…

Striker

I gave the guys the next few days off. Figured having Baby all to myself in the garage could be a good thing. She needs to see that we can be good together. And I need her to know I acknowledge that I am a fuck up but no one will ever love her like I do. She cocks her brow at me when I tell her it will be just the two of us the next few days; yeah she is on to me.

I follow her into the office and she slams down into her chair harshly. Boxing her in with my arms, I lean down over her. “I’m going to kiss you right now, and you are going to let me.” Her breath hitches in her throat. I have the perfect view looking down the v of her shirt, I watch as her chest heaves. She turns slightly at an angle, staring up at me with those damn wild eyes I have gotten lost in so many times. She bites her bottom lip giving me the invitation I wasn’t asking for. Fuck, this woman is incredible and I am going to make her mine. All mine.

I seize her mouth, she plays like she don’t want me to kiss her but she isn’t exactly trying to break free. Parting her sweet lips for me, I delve my tongue inside and our tongues meld into one another. The kiss quickens, intensifying as we stay fused together. I suck on her tongue; she pulls back, and comes back for more after catching her bated breath.

Baby bites down on my lip, her teeth graze over my lip ring and she tugs on it, sending all of my blood straight to the head of my dick. I want to be buried between her thighs. She has my dick stretching, aching to feel her to, be loved by her.

She’s got the hem of my shirt fisted in her hand and all I want to do is make love to her right now, but I don’t want to push her too far too fast. I don’t want to fuck things up with her this time. I’m ready; I’m strong enough to be her man. I can handle her.

Her other hand roams my body freely until she reaches the waistband of my jeans, her slender fingers find the smooth skin of my ass, and she squeezes me tight, pinching harshly with her nails.

I rub her pebbled peak between my thumb and my finger through the thin fabric of her shirt. “Baby, you are gonna’ make me nut right here.”  It is as though hearing my voice snaps her back into her bitch mode.

“Yeah, well we’ve got lots of paperwork to get to. Either you can help me in here with the spreadsheets or you can go do a count on the spare parts in the stockroom.” She is back to being cold and all business. What the fuck just happened? I was so close; maybe I should have been an asshole and fucked her on the desk.

“I’ll be in the stockroom if you need me.”
And I’ll be jacking off
, I mumble leaving her to crunch numbers. I punch the door to the storage room. Fuck she drives me wild. She always has, since we were kids. Baby has always gotten her way where my opinion has counted. She is all I think about morning, noon and night. All of the things I did wrong, the things I never said to her. I’d give anything to make it all right with her. I won’t give up though. She will submit to me.

**

After spending hours combing the shelves in the storage room my stomach begins to grumble signaling that it’s time to grab a bite to eat and take a piss and smoke break as well. When I come out of the pisser Baby is waiting on me with a bottle of bud and a slice of Pizza from the Roadhouse.

“Figured you could use this.” Shit, is she being nice, or did she poison me for kissing her? I take my chances and scarf down that slice of heaven covered in extra cheese.

Baby watches me with an amused smile. “What?” I ask afraid of what she did to my food. It wouldn’t be the first time. She was a sneaky little shit when we were kids. She was always doing something to Rebel’s food and mine. One time she snuck and put salt in the sugar shaker. Talk about getting sick trying to eat frosted flakes covered in salt. Not been able to stomach cornflakes since then. The thought makes me want puke now.

“Some things never change.” She laughs again and wipes my chin with a napkin. I can’t help it; I’ve always been a messy eater. I grin at her. She is being agreeable. Maybe I should have kissed her sooner.

“Did you get it all?” I dab at the stubble on my chin getting some sauce on my finger. I take my now sauce tipped finger and smear it on Baby’s cheek.

“Oh now you are going to get it.” She vows to seek revenge on me. Baby dips her fingers in the orange degreaser I keep handy to clean my hands with and smears it across my shirt.

“If you wanted my shirt off all you had to do was ask babycakes.”  I stalk towards her pulling my shirt off. She is playing straight into my hands.

“I…I,” she stammers.

“You what?”  I grab her wrists with my rough hands, pinning them behind her back, pushing her against the wall. Freeing one hand and keeping her in place with my knee, I tug my belt off. Her eyes go wide, not knowing what it is that I have planned for her.

“Striker…” She tries to cut me off, but I’m not having it. I’m in control.

“How about you shut that mouth of yours and put it to use doing something besides pissing me off.”  My words stun her into silence. A little authority is exactly what a woman like Baby requires. She brushes her lips across my neck, about time she listens. I lead her over to the bike I have been working on and order her to strip for me.

“Take it off, all of it.”

“What?” She looks at me unsure of herself.

“I didn’t utter mutter or stutter; I said take your clothes off, panties too.” I give her a light tap on the ass with the leather of my belt, being sure to keep the buckle inside my fist. I don’t want to hurt her, but she needs this as much as I do. Maybe more.

She yelps but undresses quickly. My cock is twitching with anticipation looking at the faint red line forming on the cheeks of her impeccable little ass. Baby gazes back over her shoulder at me, goose bumps have pimpled across her skin, from the cool air and cement floor. I instruct her on how I want her to bend over the frame of the bike.

We just put the seat on, so it should provide enough cushion for her.  I wanted to go slow, but I have changed my mind. Baby says that she hates me, so I am going to fuck every bit of that hate she thinks she carries for me right outta her system.

Baby is naked and bent over on display for me, feels like a fucking dream but I’m not going to ruin the moment with doubt, hesitation, and questions. I approach her and trail my tongue slowly down her spine. She shivers and shakes; I hold her still gripping her hips. I still have my belt.

Running the leather strap of my belt across her flesh, she moans.  Now that she is cooperating fully by staying still, I rub soothing circles on her bare-naked creamy skin. Without warning, I strike her with the belt.

“Fuck,” she winces biting her lip as she peers over her shoulder. So god damned sexy.  “Do it again,” she whispers. That’s my dirty girl.

Caressing her pink skin I repeat the process, “harder,” she presses, sticking her glowing red ass out further.

Because she wants me to continue, I stop. “No,” I grit through my clenched teeth, cupping her delicate curved bottom roughly. I spread her cheeks and run my tongue down her crease. She is already so fucking hot for me.  The motorcycle is no longer working for what I want to do to her.  Leading her into the office, I sling all of the papers from the desk into the floor. Next is the computer, I hope we have a backup of our files as I hear it crash against the cement floor.

“Now it’s time for my desert.” I order her to climb onto the desk. Baby is lying flat on her back with her knees bent. Pulling her to the edge, I go to work tasting that sweet pussy. “This is mine.” I smack her clit and pinch it forcefully. “Tell me it’s mine.” 
Lick
. She pinches and squeezes her breasts, moaning in ecstasy. “Tell me you’re mine,” I bark.

“No,” she pants trying to resist me. Taking two fingers, I insert them in her slick channel and hold them there and when she tries to wiggle, I still her by pressing firmly on her stomach with my free hand. “Please.” she grabs me by the hair tugging hard.

Pressing my weight on her, I lean down to her mouth. “You have been and always will be mine, the sooner you admit it, the quicker I can fuck you. This pussy belongs to me.” I grab her between the legs feeling her heat against my hand.

“It’s yours for now.” She bites down on my ear, slithering her tongue around the shell. “Fuck this pussy, rough and hard.” She growls at me.

Fuck it. I‘m pissed off and horny.  I don’t even bother pulling my pants down all the way. If she wants me to treat her like a whore, I will. My dicks moving in and out of her tight little cunt like it’s on a slip and slide. I hit her walls pumping her side to side.

“Oh, fuck, yes!” She digs her nails into my back, I am pretty sure she is going to leave a scar. I pull out and slam into her. I am on the brim of cumming and filling her with my liquid fire. The side door to the garage flies open hitting the wall with a loud thud, just as I get off.

6

Baby

Oh my God, what did I just do…? Striker just fucked the hell outta me, and without a condom too. I hope he had enough sense to wear one while he fucked that skank ho, Pocahontas wanna’be. I think I am going to be sick, he better not have gave me the gift that keeps on giving—the clap or something worse. Foxie said one of the girls got crabs from some out-of-towner at the Fox’s Den. It took them nearly three weeks to get that shit out of there. Diamond works there, she was probably the one spreading that shit around. God I hate her. The bitch is thirsty, looking to sink her claws into any man with a patch on his cut. She is disgusting. No self-respect. None. The things I have seen her do, if she only knew no man would make her a top bitch.

Thank God, it was only Rebel who came in a moment ago. I don’t need anyone knowing I made the same mistake twice. Striker was able to get rid of his brother before he was able to see me naked but I am sure he probably told him we just fucked. Not as if Rebel would say anything to anyone he is good at keeping shit to himself.  And I am sure he is on the same page as my sister, thinking I should give Striker a real shot.

My heart and my mind are in a tug of war, one conflicted with the other. My heart says to let go of the past and let Striker in, but my mind is screaming no. Looking at the time, I have just enough time to grab Colt from my dad. He’s such a great grandpa. Watching Grim with Colt has me seeing my father in a new light. Sure, he pisses salt and vinegar and killed many, but he loves his grandson and he is damn good with him.

After cleaning up my papers from the floor and gathering my things, I rush to the door trying to avoid Striker. As my hand reaches the knob, he spins me around, holding me in position with his handsome face. He looks so happy, it’s the happiest I have seen him look other than his stolen moments with Colt. My pussy, cheers, that is right that smile is due to me.

“One day soon you are going to be in my bed, and you’ll never leave it unless I decide I want to fuck you in another room.” He kisses my lips hard, stealing my breath along with my thoughts. “Bring Colt tomorrow; it’s time we set shit straight.”

Striker dominating me in our sex is one thing, but if he thinks he can boss me around outside of the sheets, he is wrong—dead wrong. But he is right I have handled this situation completely wrong. Can I give him another chance, or am I feeling guilted by the orgasm he just gave me? I don’t know what to do.

“We’ll see.” I break away and escape into the safety of my father’s trailer before Striker can try to confuse my heart and mind anymore today.

Walking out on the back porch, I cannot stifle the laugh breaking free from my lips. My dad better known as Grim is sitting out in the backyard with Colt in one of those plastic baby pools. The water isn’t deep enough to cover his pinky toe. He looks like a watermelon trying to fit into a pea, but he has a huge grin on his face as he makes Colt laugh, by splashing the water. The two of them together is comical.

After getting my boy dried off my dad asks to speak with me. He gives me a book; it was my mom’s diary. “Baby, this was your mom’s and I know you’ve been dealing with a lot of things, but I want you to read this. Your mom did various things...” He trails off. “She kept countless secrets that hurt numerous people. Don’t repeat her mistakes.”

He says secrets have a way of destroying everything we hold dear. Whatever that is supposed to mean. I hate when he goes all cryptic with me.  I shove the book into my bag; it will give me something to do when all the kids get to sleep.

**

As I am getting Colt from the car in his carrier, Dawn comes running out the door of the cabin and tries to tackle hug me.  “Yay, you’re here!” She is full of energy bouncing from one foot to the other. Her blonde hair is in a ponytail hanging down her back, she looks so much like her momma.

“I’ll be on my swing if you need my help.” She takes off running for her swing set. She is always eager to help me with Miracle and Colt, such a little mommy in the making that one.

Romeo walks out onto the porch holding Miracle.  Her chubby legs are kicking; she is itching to be put down. There is a pink bow clasped holding her tiny patch of hair on her mostly baldhead. When I get to the porch, he takes Colt’s diaper bag from me and leads us inside. 

Jamie comes gunning for me. “Look what I did today in school, I passed my math quiz.” He is smiling at me so proud of himself. I sit Colt down still in his carrier and give Jamie a hug. They act as if they have not seen me in weeks; I was just here a few days ago.

I have been helping Romeo with them for weeks now. I still don’t know what is going on with him and LL. I haven’t asked. I don’t want to pry. I figure if he wanted me to know he’d tell me.

“I’m proud of you little man, why don’t you go hang it on the fridge so everyone can see how smart you are.”  He dashes off to the kitchen.

‘They’ve had dinner; I told them they could eat a snack later though. There is ice cream in the freezer, sprinkles and shit too. Thanks for doing this. You are a lifesaver. I might not get back till late, got some diggin’ to do.” He squeezes my shoulder and kisses my cheek, making me blush.

He passes Miracle to me and grabs his cut off the back of the couch. “I’ll see you later princess.” He kisses Miracle on the head, and squats down to Colt and rubs his hair.

Romeo

Pulling up at the Fox’s Den I am slightly disappointed not seeing LL’s car parked here in the lot. Figured she would be here. A part of me was hoping she was hiding out just needing some space, but it has been weeks without a motherfucking word. I have drove all over town, checking any place she might be laying low at, even called up some of her old friends in Chicago. Nothing, it’s as though she has vanished completely. 

I park my bike near the front of the building. Looks like Stone is working as security tonight, I see his chopper parked a few spots down the lot. I don’t even know why I am bothering to go inside, but I can’t just sit around at the house doing nothing. I need answers.

Inside Melissa is working the front desk; I haven’t been here in ages. She looks up from filing her nails and appears shocked to see me. “Hey stranger what can I do ya for?”  She plasters on a hefty smile.

“Need to get something from LL’s office, you got the key?” She hesitates, although she knows if I want it bad enough I will just take the motherfucker.

“Sure, no problem.” She reaches her pink nails into the top drawer of the wooden desk. “Here,” she drops a skeleton key in my hand.

“Thanks sweetheart.”  I leave her to her nails and make my way down the hall; I give a chin lift to Stone as I pass by his post. He is all business when he is working.

Coming to the office, I don’t know what I expect to find as I turn the key. Flipping on the light, I glance around trying to decide where to begin. I start pilfering through the drawers of her filing cabinets. They are useless, only holding files on their girls, utilities and shit. There isn’t a damn thing in her desk either. Fuck it; I am going to the Roadhouse to get shit-faced.

Rounding the corner, I run smack dab into Foxie. “Whatcha’ doing here?” She harps.

”Fucks it to ya.” I keep walking, but then turn back. She probably knows exactly what in the fuck LL is doing. “Where is she?” I demand.

Foxie uncrosses her arms, and tells me to follow her. She leads me into the security room. It is really more like a closet with a few monitors in it. “I probably shouldn’t be getting involved in your shit, but Romeo we go way back and I am only showing you this, because LL is my best friend. I’m worried about her.”

Foxie takes a disc from a stack and puts it into a DVD player, the screen turns from black to grey, and then I watch LL meeting with a man on numerous occasions, buying drugs from him and sleeping with him. Knowing something and seeing it with your own two eyes is something completely on its own level. Bloody hell! I am going to wring her neck.

“We keep cameras in all the rooms, in case something were to go wrong.” Foxie explains. Being in the business of peddling pussy, these girls cannot be too careful. We always have a patched brother in the building in case some dumb motherfucker decides to try his luck.

“Enough,” I hold my hand up at her and try to fight the pain in my chest. I’m a tough son of a bitch, I’m not supposed to hurt like this, to feel so fucking deep.

“Romeo, you don’t fool me. It’s okay to hurt.” She takes my hand in her small soft warm one. “Come on I have some whiskey at the bar. Let’s get you a drink, and maybe a little company. Got a new girl, she could chase away your troubles for a short while. She is a bit on the wild side.”

Reluctantly, I follow her to the bar where customers mingle with the girls to find what they are looking for. Sitting at the bar minding my own a small voice tickles my ear, “Hey, you Romeo?” She asks in a whispered giggle.

Glancing over my eyes land on red hair, it isn’t quite the same shade of Baby’s but pretty damn close other than the one blonde chunk in the front making her look like a skunk.  Foxie is such a fucking cunt; she is doing this shit on purpose to fuck with me.

“What’s your name darlin’?”

“They call me Smoky.” I notice she doesn’t have an accent.

“Where ya from, not from here that’s for damned sure.” I observe, curious of her origins.

“I’m from Canada. Came here for a fresh start.” She runs her finger over the rim of my glass, and then brings it to her mouth licking it seductively. “Mmm,” she moans.

“Why do they call you that—Smoky?” I shift on the stool turning towards her. She looks like a sex kitten. She is dressed to fuck. Wearing only a purple push up bra and coordinating panties with a robe fully open. Her body is something to be desired. She has some meat on her, but it fills her out nicely.

She brushes her hand over mine, looking deep in my eyes. “Because my pussy is so hot it will set your dick on fire.” Well I wasn’t expecting that. Nevertheless, I like the sound of it. I gulp knowing she will do just that.

“Well goddamn how about you show me.” I take her arm in mine and she leads me to a room. Tonight I just want to get lost between the sheets and thighs of some strange.  Being here with Smoky keeps me from doing something stupid, something like making a play for Baby.

I watch her as she strips for me, her long red hair, is hanging down her back. I picture Baby instead. Her purple panties slide down her calves, over her ankles as she removes them tossing them to the pile of clothes puddled near the end of the bed.

Smoky stands before me looking like a siren. Her pale naked skin, so smooth, I take her by her hands, pulling her into my lap. My stubble grazes her chin; she laughs and starts to stroke the bulge in my jeans.

I’m taken back to the night I stole Baby’s virginity.
"Romeo, you've had many women." I smile at her deviously; girl must be out of her mind, coming at a man like me.

"Now sweetness, I am not going to talk to you about the women I've been with." I wink at her, and take a swig from my jar of shine, fuck, her lips look sweet, and her body don’t look like a kid no more.

"I was curious; do you think I'm pretty? Do you think I'm kissable?"

Shit, what do I say to her, because hell yeah she is kissable, lickable, fuckable. I scratch my beard trying to handle this right.

"What makes you ask that," I try to keep my mind from what my cock is aching to do. I shouldn’t want her. 

"Well, I haven't
really
been kissed
yet
. And well I know you have had many women, so if you were a guy and we were out would you kiss me? I mean I've kissed boys but I want to kiss someone more experienced, someone who could tell me if I am a good kisser."

"Baby, I'm not going to kiss you." I’m not going to do it, but she begins to pout. I guess I could kiss her no harm in a kiss, fuck I am doomed.

My mind wanders back to the present; Smoky is on her knees, her breasts pushed up against me as she goes to town on my dick. Gripping the nape of her head, I guide her pressing her further, impaling the back of her throat with my cock. I imagine, Baby’s sweet pussy wrapped around me, “Fuck, feels so good.” Her head bobs faster and faster. I look down not seeing the woman I want.

I grip her hair tighter. Squeezing my eyes shut I return to the fantasy, cumming down Smoky’s throat. She licks my dick clean and tries to straddle me. I shove her off.

The woman can suck a dick so the night hasn’t been an entire waste. Glancing at the clock on the nightstand, it is getting late. Standing up I zip and button my jeans. I take a fifty out of my wallet and throw it down on the bed. “That’s it,” she sneers. “I didn’t get off.” She pouts.

“Well, it wasn’t about you.” I rebuke.  She rolls her eyes but then quickly changes her tune when I shoot her a dark look.

“I know I’m not her, but we could pretend.” She bats her lashes at me.

“What the fuck you mean?”

“I know it wasn’t me you were with just now, at least not mentally. I can role-play, be whoever you want me to be.” I nod at her, not tonight but there will be a next time.

I wanna’ know who and the fuck this motherfucker is, I take the disc Foxie showed me and slip it inside my cut. Time to pay my old friend Five-O a visit. Shit just got a lot more serious. Cheating fucking cunt whore. Damn her straight to hell. I knew fucking better, she changed,
my ass
. Women are good for two things, sucking or fucking me. Looks like LL got the fucking me part down to a science.