Trust (Trojans MC Book 6) (7 page)

“How many times have you played with yourself?” he asked.

“Six times.”

Knuckles slapped her ass again. “Your pussy belongs to me. How many times have I slapped your ass?”

“Twice.”

“Good. Count them.”

She counted each blow, which got harder, and stung a little deeper. The heat from the punishment made her even wetter. She wanted him so badly.

“Six,” she said, on the final spank, and she was a little gutted that it was over.

“Now, that is what I call a good punishment, baby.” The hand on her stomach moved down into her pants. “Let’s see how much you enjoyed my punishment.”

She opened her legs, and he touched her naked slit.

Her cheeks heated as she felt how wet she was. She’d never been this wet before in her life, and now, Knuckles knew.

“Do you know how badly I want to slam my dick inside you right now? It would be so easy to release my cock, and sink into your wet cunt.” He nibbled her neck.

“There’s nothing to stop you,” she said.

“Yes, there is. The first time I’m with you, it’s not going to be against the door. I’m going to have time to explore your body, and get you even hotter for me.”

He slid two fingers inside her, and she tried to press down on his fingers, to make him go deeper within her.

“It’s not enough,” she said, moaning.

“When my dick is inside you, you’ll be screaming about how there’s too much.”

He brought his fingers up, to stroke over her clit.

Knuckles pinched the bud, and then soothed out the sting with his fingers. “When I say you can come, you come.”

Beth nodded, unable to deny him.

He fingered her pussy, teasing her. “Come for me.”

She shattered around his fingers. Only Knuckles’s hold on her kept her upright. Six times she’d brought herself to orgasm. Six times it had been good but not amazing. Beth would never touch herself until Knuckles gave her permission. She wanted what he was giving her.

Knuckles continued to finger her until every last bit of pleasure eased up, and then he pulled his fingers from her, licking her cream.

“I look forward to tonight.”

“Me too,” she said.

He spun her back around and slammed his lips down on hers. She followed his lips as he pulled away from the kiss. “Come on, I’m going to walk you back to Clinton’s.”

“You don’t have to do that. I can make my way there.”

“It will be my pleasure.” He grabbed his leather jacket, and she walked with him back to Clinton’s. Her body felt like it was on cloud nine. At the door to her office, he claimed another kiss, and he waited until she was inside before leaving. The moment he was gone, she rushed into the bathroom, locked the door, and shoved her skirt up over her ass. Dropping her panties, she stared in the mirror at her red ass. Knuckles had done that, and she’d loved it.

Running her fingers over the cheeks, she smiled.

She belonged to Knuckles, and it was this way where he marked her that affirmed it to her.

Licking her lips, she brushed up her lipstick and put her clothing back into place. Beth felt new, reborn, and confident. Entering the main office, she saw that Clinton was reading through a file.

“How did it go with your latest client?” she asked.

“Interesting actually. Hold my calls. I’m going to be busy.” He looked up and frowned.

She offered him a smile, and took a seat at her desk. “Is something wrong, Mr. Briars?”

“Not at all. I’m just wondering if I’m missing something.”

“Not that I know of.”

“Huh,” he said, and walked into his office. She looked forward to tonight.

Chapter Seven

“What do you mean he just walked away and left?” Holly asked, standing by her stove with a hand on her hip.

Mary shrugged. “He hasn’t been back since. I couldn’t bring myself to go to the clubhouse.”

“This is all about Mac, and the fact you’re working with him?”

“Yeah, he asked me how I’d feel if he was around Lori, Lilah, and Emma.” Mary buried her head into her hands, sobbing.

“Sweetie, don’t cry.” Holly rushed to her side, pulling her into a hug. They had been friends for as long as she could remember. This was so embarrassing for Mary. She’d avoided Holly over the past couple of days. What woman wanted to admit that their husband had walked out?

“Starlight has been asking where he is. He hasn’t even called, and I don’t know what to do, or what to say.” She once again covered her face. “I hate this.”

“Tell me from the beginning exactly what happened,” Holly said, taking a seat at the table in the kitchen.

Mary told her about their arguments, and how Pike wanted her to end things with Mac, even though there was nothing going on, and she couldn’t believe for a second that he’d even think that, and yet he was.

She felt so broken.

“Sweetie, as much as I hate to say this, maybe you do need to see it from his perspective.”

“What do you mean?”

Before Holly could say anything, the door opened, and seconds later, Duke entered, with Drake by his side, holding his hand. “Perfect. Duke, baby, if I was to start up a business with Raoul, how would that make you feel?”

Mary gasped. Raoul and Holly had some history between them. Their history being, Raoul had taken Holly to prom, taken her virginity, and proceeded to tell everyone at the club about it. It had been a mortifying moment for Holly, and Mary recalled the time she’d been crying.

“It wouldn’t happen. You’ll do business with me. Don’t get me wrong, my shit with Raoul was settled, but I’d have to start questioning you and what you’re trying to do.” Duke looked at Holly, then at her. “What’s this about?”

“It’s different. You slept with Raoul. I never have with Mac.”

“Ah, that explains why Pike’s sulking like a fucking baby. What’s gotten into you two?” Duke asked.

“Pike left me.”

Duke looked shocked. “He left you?”

“Yep. He walked away three nights ago, and he hasn’t been back since.”

“Fuck! That explains the drinking, and the crap that is going on with him. Babe, you take Drake. I’m going to go and see Pike.”

“Why?” Mary asked.

“He may be a club brother, but there’s a reason he’s my VP. I trust him, and he’s my friend. This shit you got going down with Mac, it’s not fair to him, or to Mac.”

“It’s for the blog.”

“Screw the fucking blog, Mary. You’ve got more than enough people to fucking experiment on. You don’t see Holly going around chasing for that shit.” Duke shook his head. “You know what, it would probably do for you to see him with another woman before you finally got your head out of your ass, and see what the fuck you’re doing.” Duke slammed out of the door.

“Daddy said a bad word,” Drake said.

Mary felt the tears and hated herself. She looked over at Holly to see her friend looking uncomfortable.

“What?” Mary asked.

“He’s right, Mary. You’re my best friend, and you know I love you. Duke’s right about this. I did think it was a little weird that you kept on at the diner, and I did think you were keeping Mac as a backup in case things went sour with Pike.” Holly shrugged. “Then you had Starlight, and you were both so happy, but I’ve even noticed you’re spending more and more time with Mac.”

“There’s nothing going on.”

“
Now
, no, there’s not. Tell me, Mary, when things started to get bad between you and Pike, did you cut your hours back?”

“No. Why should I?”

“I think it would be best for you to sit down, and think about what you want. You’re giving two men mixed messages, and I don’t feel comfortable being in the middle with that. I love you, and I’ll be here.”

“The blog, Holly.”

“The blog is doing better than either of us could imagine. Vale Valley has enough picnics and local events that we can save all of our testing for then. Trying out the food at the diner was great, and it was fun, but Mac has remained single. I’ve never even seen him into a woman. I don’t think you’re being fair to either man. I’m sorry.”

Just like that, Mary saw the problem, but she didn’t know how to solve it.

****

Pike stared down into the beer bottle and found that another was indeed empty. Someone was drinking all of his beer, and he snorted. Yep,
he
was drinking all of his beer, and he didn’t give a shit. Fuck what he was supposed to do? It was drinking time somewhere in the world, and he was going to have a blast.

Another day, same problems, and one solution, drink.

Landon dropped down into a seat beside him, and Pike released a burp. “Tell you what, kid, don’t ever get married. It’s a fucking waste, and believe me, they only drain you of everything.”

“What the hell?” Landon asked.

“Just telling it like it is.”

“What the fuck is this man talking about?” Landon asked, looking toward the barman.

“I don’t know. He’s spent the past few days drinking.”

“Maybe he needs some company,” Lori said, coming up toward him. She ran her hand down his back, and he growled, then paused. Mary had been his whole life for so long that he’d gotten what it was all about being with another woman.

No, he didn’t want to fuck away his troubles. Mary was his whole world, and he wasn’t about to fuck another woman and risk his marriage. Yeah, his marriage was in the fucking toilet, but he wasn’t about to drown it.

“Get the fuck off me, skanky bitch.” He shoved her away.

“So, you’re drinking then,” Duke said, drawing his attention. Rolling around, he stared at his friend. In that moment Duke was not his Prez. They were friends.

“Drinking is the one thing that I can do right. I don’t see why I should give it up.” He raised his beer bottle, only to find that it was still empty. “Prospect, another.”

Duke took a seat at the bar. “I heard what happened. You left?”

“Yeah, I left. She wouldn’t listen to the shit I had to say. Her and fucking Mac. Bastard owns a diner, and she picked me. We’ve got a kid together. Fucking Miss Star. Miss Mary too. Everything is totally fucked.”

“What the fuck is going on?” Landon asked.

“Pike left Mary.”

“Fuck, for real?”

“For fucking real!” Pike took a swallow of the beer, and released another belch. “We’re undecided right now. Mary doesn’t think I know what I’m talking about. I know what I see in the way Mac looks at her. Mac and Mary.” Just saying the two names together angered Pike. “I shouldn’t have let her continue on at the diner.”

“You thought Mac would move on.”

“He hasn’t. Fucker is probably pining for my woman, and I can’t do fuck-all about it.”

Duke knocked on the bar. “Drink, I want one.”

“You’re going to drink this early with me?”

“Don’t have much of a choice. I’m not going to let you drink on your own. So I will drink with you.”

“That’s rather sweet,” Pike said. He turned to Landon. “You drinking?”

“Sure.”

That’s what he needed. A day of drinking and laughter to push the pain away. Even as he thought it, Pike knew it wasn’t what he needed. What he needed was back at home, determined to break his heart.

****

Knuckles stood outside of Beth’s apartment and ran his fingers through his hair. He had just escaped a drinking party from hell. There was no way he was going to get caught up in Pike and Mary’s problems.

When he’d gotten to the clubhouse, he’d seen that several of the brothers were already drunk off their asses. He’d rushed to his room to change. On the way out, he’d avoided them and gotten out of the way.

Knocking, he waited for Beth to answer.

When she did, words were taken right out of his mouth. She wore a stunning, figure hugging black dress that went to her knee. Her hair was in curls, and she looked mouth-watering.

“Hey, you’re a little late. I was worried you weren’t going to come.”

“I had to run and hide. Pike’s getting over his issues with Mary by drinking them.”

“Maria told me they were having troubles. I don’t know why, just that they are.”

“I didn’t stay to linger.”

He entered the apartment and stared at her. “Are you wearing panties?” he asked.

She shook her head. “No.”

“Have you touched yourself?”

“No.”

Knuckles saw she told the truth.

“Well, you’ve been a good girl, so I guess it’s only fair that we have dinner.”

“Actually,” she said. “Dinner is in the fridge. It’s a salad. I was going to make you an elaborate dinner, and then, I decided, salad would work best.”

“Why did you think that?” he asked.

She sank to her knees before him, resting her palms on her thighs. Beth raised her head up, and he was completely lost with her.

“I wanted to give you the same pleasure that you’d given me.”

She pushed her dress down her arms until it fell beneath her naked breasts. This side of Beth he hadn’t expected, but he was loving it. Knuckles loved how she was growing in confidence when she was around him, and also, taking what she wanted, without fear.

Beth reached for his zipper, and he didn’t stop her as she dragged it down. He stayed still, letting her do all the work, and for her to push her own kind of boundaries. She peeled his jeans away and pushed them down to his ankles.

His cock sprang forward as he rarely, if ever, wore underwear. He didn’t like the constricting fabric against his dick.

She touched his shaft, wrapping her fingers around the base. He watched, mesmerized as she worked up and down his length, starting out slow, and building up to a steady pace. Knuckles told her when to hold him a little tighter, and guided her in touching him. He didn’t like too much pain, nor did he like too little.

If she was touching him, he wanted to actually feel it.

“I want to taste you, Knuckles.”

This woman was a dream come true. He wanted her to as well.

She moved up and slicked her tongue against the tip, flicking her tongue backward and forward, licking up his pre-cum. Only when she was ready, did she cover the whole head of his dick and take him into her mouth. She sucked a few inches, and pulled away, looking up at him.

“Am I doing it right?”

“Yeah, baby, you’re doing it really well,” he said.

Beth covered his dick once again, and he stroked her hair, gripping the length, and showing her how he liked it. He thrust into her mouth to the point that she started to gag. When it was too much, he pulled out of her mouth, giving her the chance to grow accustomed to it again.

“You’ve got such a pretty mouth, baby. Such a pretty mouth,” he said.

He pumped into her mouth, knowing he wasn’t going to last. The only time he’d been reaching orgasm was when he was with her. Their time together meant so much to him that he hadn’t wanted to pressure her.

Now, he saw he wasn’t pressuring her, and to a point, Beth was taking the lead in their relationship with him bringing guidance to her.

“I want you,” she said, releasing his cock long enough to say.

“You’re going to have me.”

He’d been hoping to hold out for longer, but he saw the error of his ways. He and Beth had been dancing around this for a long time, and now the time for waiting was over.

Tugging on her hair, he forced her to release him, and he beat the seed from his cock, splashing her naked tits as he did so.

Once his orgasm ended, he sank to his knees, cupped her face, and kissed her.

“Don’t say no, please don’t say no. I’m ready, Knuckles. I want to belong to you, no one else.”

“Baby, I’m not going to deny you. What just happened, I’m not going home from. I’m going to make you mine, completely.”

****

Mary entered the diner and saw Mac at one of the tables, scribbling notes down, and probably orders for the upcoming weekly meals she had planned. It was closed tonight as they had advertised a half day. This was usually the night she spent with Pike. Holly would take Starlight, and they would have a night for themselves.

“Hello,” she said.

Mac spun around, looking startled.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t meant to scare you.”

“It’s me. I was lost in figures and shit. Come in, by all means come in. You own half of the diner anyway. I thought you’d be with Pike. I know this is your date night.”

She took a seat and stared at him. Mac was a handsome man, and if Pike hadn’t been the one she fell in love with first, she’d have probably fallen for Mac.