WickedFuck. I had closed the space between us without even thinking. My hand closing around her hair and dragging her head back. I knew it was wrong, but I didn't let her go. I stepped closer into her space, and her small breasts pushed against my chest. Her nipples had pebbled up under the thin material of her dress, and my eyes darted downward. What the fuck was I doing?I should not be manhandling my best friends sister whilst imagining licking at her nipples. And I most definitely should not be walking her backwards into the ladies room. It didn’t matter that she went without complaint. Her pretty eyes hooded and sultry as she looked up at me. It didn’t fucking matter that she wanted me. Because it was wrong. I just couldn’t help myself.“I am well aware that I’m not your brother Chelsea.” My voice was nothing but a ragged whisper, but her eyes widened. For a second, she looked surprised. It puzzled me, that look. Surely she knew what she was fucking doing to me? “Wicked…”
ChelseaThe first thing I saw as I pushed my way out of the door was Wicked. His face was grim as he came barrelling towards me like a bull towards a red flag. My hand went to my hair instinctively. I was glad I had brushed it out where he had fisted it. Because the way he had homed in on me was sending butterflies fluttering in my stomach. He had kissed the lipstick from my face once, and I wanted him to do it again. More thoroughly this time.A sound to my right caught my attention, and my feet slowed as I turned towards the pool table. Something was going on there. I just couldn’t see what.“Chelsea.” Wicked’s voice was ragged, and I turned my attention back to him. My eyebrow’s quirking upwards as he reached out a hand. “Come on we are getting out of here.” He didn’t seem to want to wait for me to take his hand, he gripped my wrist. Pulling me towards him but not so we were touching.What was wrong with him? Just minutes ago he had been adamant that we couldn’t do anything. And
WickedWhat the fuck had I been thinking? Groaning I flung myself into the battered sofa, my head in my hands.It was official I had totally lost the plot. I hadn’t only kissed Ruins little sister out in the street with her legs around my waist and my hands full of her ass. I had stripped her to her underwear and put my hands on her almost naked body. Jesus. I would have done more.I wanted to do more. Even now it was taking every ounce of self-control I had not to take the stairs two at a time and make her scream my name. There was only one thing that was stopping me. And it wasn’t loyalty to my friend. Chelsea was a virgin. A damn fucking virgin. I was an asshole, but I wasn’t that much of a virgin. There was no way in hell that I would be the one who took that from her. She deserved better than that. She deserved someone romantic and gentle. I was none of those things. I couldn’t give her what she needed. She was too young, and I was…..well, I was me. An asshole. They didn’t
TruthCali looked beautiful laying naked on my bed, and for a second I was struck by how lucky I was. Not just because she was so insanely gorgeous but because she had given me another chance at being her man.I wasn’t foolish enough to take her for granted again. I knew I wouldn’t get another chance. So I had been doing everything in my power to make her know how special she was to me. Mainly that involved lots of mind-blowing sex. Neither of us minded that. Which was one of the reasons we were already running late to the Valentine’s Day party at Cooks. It was an annual thing. And I had never missed one. But then again I had never had an old lady before. Valentines at Cooks was nothing more than one giant orgy. Not somewhere I would usually take Cali. But she wanted to go. She had been pretty adamant about it.That was Cali, all over. She didn’t just slide into my life, she jumped in with both feet and made a splash. It was one of the reasons I loved her. And one of the reasons
CaliTruth was acting shady. Like he was hiding something from me. Which was strange seeing how brutally honest he always was. It had been going on for days, maybe even weeks. If I didn’t know better I would say he was fooling around behind my back but I knew better. He couldn’t keep his hands off of me.Which suited me just fine.But it did mean we were not where we were meant to be. Like now, we had meant to be at Cooks to meet everyone over two hours ago. We weren’t just late, we were really late. Not that I could bring myself to regret that. Having Truths dark head pressed between my thighs was one of my favourite past times. Only narrowly beaten by the feel of his cock pushing into me.So yeah, I couldn’t bring myself to regret that we were late… again.“About bloody time.” Avery was there the moment we pushed our way into the dark confines of the bar. I stumbled backwards as she hugged me tightly. We had become good friends since I had gotten back to town a few months ago. T
Truth My brother was acting odd.Cali was acting odd. Every fucker and their dog was acting odd tonight and no one seemed to want to tell me what the hell was going on. I hated secrets and lies. And the fact I was keeping not just one but two myself was eating me up inside. Still, I knew that these secrets were good ones. Whatever it was that was eating Cali and Wicked, didn’t look good. Cali looked worried and Wicked? Well, Wicked was acting like something was eating him up inside. “Baby.” Moving the hair from Cali’s cheek I lowered my lips to her ear, letting the smell of her perfume fill my lungs. She always smelt so damn good. Even when she was sweaty and in need of a shower she smelt good enough to eat. It wasn’t fair.“Mmhmm.” She wiggled her ass against my crotch and my hand came down hard on her thigh. I wanted to bury my hand under the skirt of her short dress but we didn’t have a table in front of us to hide her from view. And I wasn’t sure how she would feel about pu
TruthAll hell broke loose the moment we sat back down and I knew it was partly my fault for opening my mouth about what I had seen happening on the pool table on the way back from the bathroom. Namely, Fender screwing around with his daughter's best friend. Fucking a god damn college girl when he was a man in his fifties. And in front of his kids no less. The man seriously had no shame. Ruin always turned a blind eye because he was so used to his dad horn dogging it around. But Chelsea was little more than a child. And as much as she was a spilt brat she didn’t need the years of therapy she would need to get over what was currently happening. No fucking kid did. Fender needed to grow up and realise he was a father. He needed to stop doing that shit in places were his barely adult daughter could see.Still, I felt sorry for Wicked the most. As usual, Ruin had asked him to step in. To play babysitter to Chelsea like he had nothing better to do tonight. Sure, Wicked didn’t have an o
CaliTruth mumbled the words “Will you marry me.” But I heard him clearly. Sure he had done a lot of swearing before he had said them and his fist was bloody where he had pounded on poor Young Blood for no reason. But the words had left his mouth. “Truth.” It wasn’t exactly the proposal of my dreams but it was a proposal. One that I wasn’t expecting. I didn’t even know what to say.Truth was everything I wanted in a man. But we had only been together for a few months. It was less than a year since he had walked in on me getting my ass tattooed and changed the direction of my whole life.I had never regretted that day. Not once. Not even when things had gone tits up. But we hadn’t even discussed getting married.I wanted to say yes. I really did but I couldn’t help but worry about why he was asking me. Now in Cooks of all places.“Truth you don’t have to do this… if it’s because of the baby then….” he was still down on his knees in front of me. Beer and god knows what else staining th
Gent“Baby.” I stared down at her face as she blinked her eyes awake, confusion making them cloudy.I had sat by her bedside for hours, worrying and not able to do anything but wait. The doctors said she was okay, that her burns were just superficial but I couldn’t help but worry.“Baby, it’s ok.” I smoothed back her frizzy hair. The usual silky strands were singed. She would have to have it all cut off, but it was a small price to pay.Panic ripped across her face as she struggled to sit upright, her eyes wild.“Bobby...”Gently, I forced her back against the pillows. My touch was light, but she hissed in pain anyway. “Gem, look at me. Bobby is safe. Parker got him out.” She visibly relaxed, all the fight leaving her as she relaxed back. Tears sprung up in her eyes. “Thank god. He’s a good boy. Brave. Even when Young….” She trailed off. Her bottom lip started to tremble. “Young Blood?”“Dead. You don’t have to worry about him anymore. You and Bobby are safe.” I wanted her to believe
GentMy hand raised to those behind me as a lanky figure detached itself from the looming industrial buildings flanking the road that surrounded the gates of the Black Aces compound.Parker was hunkered down, with something clutched in his arms. My heart stuttered to a stop as he looked up at me with wide, terrified eyes. Stepping away from the body at my feet, I rushed over to him. “Parker.” I reached for the baby in his arms, and he shied away like I was a threat. I let my hand fall to my side as Ruin came up. His face troubled.“Hey, son, it’s ok. You're safe now.”Finally, recognition flickered to life in Parker’s eyes. “Ruin?”Ruin folded the boy into his arms. “Right here, Parker. Right here. You’re safe now, I promise. Give the baby to his dad. Are you hurt?” Ruin was talking in a rush of words. But somehow, Parker understood them. Bobby was passed over to me, and I wasted no time in checking over his tiny frame. He looked unharmed, but I was still going to make Young Blood h
GemmaThe sound of a gunshot echoed from the darkness, making me jump. In my arms, Bobby let out a wail. I clutched him closer to my chest. My hands reached up to cover his tiny little ears.“It’s ok, it’s ok.” I wasn’t sure who I was speaking to. Him or me. But it was a mantra I kept mumbling in the back of Young Blood’s car.I had expected him to take us out of town and fast when he forced us from my tiny flat. So it was a surprise when he pulled up in front of the Black Aces compound.The man on the gate, someone I didn’t recognise, had seen the cut on Young Blood’s back and waved him forward with a friendly smile. Just one brother welcoming another. He didn’t see the gun until too late. Young Blood shot him without warning. There was no other sound but that loud boom. It echoed in the empty road. But it gave me hope. Surely someone in the clubhouse would have heard it. They would have realised that something was happening and they would be ready. They would help Bobby and me. “
GentSome son of a bitch had set fire to my shop. There was no way it was an accident. The smell of the accelerant was strong even after the fire department had doused the flames. Someone had purposely set fire to my livelihood. The business I had spent years growing. All those memories were gone. And it was my only source of legit income. Income I needed to support my family.Gemma and Bobby were my family. She would be worried about me. I had told her that I would check in as soon as I knew what was going on. With everything going on, I hadn’t managed to text her.Pulling my phone from my pocket, I frowned down at the screen.She hadn’t replied to any of my earlier messages. She hadn’t even opened them. A niggling unease settled in the pit of my stomach. There was no reason for it, but I couldn’t deny it.“You have insurance, don’t you?” Truth had obviously misunderstood the look on my face. “Yeah, of course.” “Then why do you suddenly look constipated?” As usual, nothing much g
Gent“Fuck.” Gent moved quickly. Using his much wider body to shield me from view. Not that it mattered now, they had all seen. We must have been so engrossed in each other that we hadn’t even heard them arrive, let alone knock on the door and make their way into the garden when we didn’t answer. “Get dressed.” His fingers closed my blouse over my naked chests. It didn’t seem to matter to him that his jeans were around his ankles and his bare ass on display. Gent thought about me first. Just like a gentleman. His lips brushed over mine, and for a second, I forgot the audience we had in the garden as I wrapped my arms around his neck. Someone outside wolf-whistled loudly, and I ducked my head into his chest as he laughed. “Dressed, Gem.”He stood there as I righted my clothes, his eyes never leaving me. And it was only when I had pulled my panties into place under my skirt that he finally turned. “You guys are assholes.” With a sigh, he unlocked the kitchen door. Letting them all f
GemmaI now knew why they called him Gentleman, and it had nothing to do with his almost old fashioned respect for women. Although I was pretty sure that had a lot to do with it.No, Gentleman was called Gentleman because he always made a woman cum, numerous times in my case. “You look lost in thought?”His voice made me jump. Turning in my seat, I let my eyes drift over him. His dark hair was still wet from the shower, his jeans gaping, but it was the bare chest that made my mouth water. I continued to stare at him. What was it about a shirtless man holding a baby that made my ovaries ache?Gent’s smile grew. It was like he could read my thoughts. “See something you like?”I nodded eagerly. “A shirtless man holding a baby? What’s not to like?”“So it could be any man? As long as he was shirtless and holding a baby?” One dark eyebrow wiggled suggestively. Laughing, I tilted my chin. I tried to hide my teasing smile from him. “I think I like you the best, though.”Gent stalked towar
Gent Gemma tried to hide it. But she was afraid. It wasn’t that she said anything out loud. She didn’t need to. After living with her for so long, I knew that look on her face. When Gemma got frightened, she got fidgety and quiet. And I fucking hated it.Hated that she was scared again. This shit was meant to be over. I had promised her it would be over if we came home. Fucking Young Blood had played us all. Acted like a friend and a brother so he could betray us, and he had made me out to be a liar.I had promised her she would be safe.Shaking my head, I cocked my head to the side. Listening to the quiet sound of Gem singing Bobby to sleep. She couldn’t hold a tune to save her life, but she always did it. “Gem?” Silently I padded to her bedroom. I knew she would be over Bobby’s cot. She would be finishing her song even if the lad was asleep. It was just what she did. Slowly she turned, a small uncertain smile playing over her lips. “Hi.” She whispered. “He’s asleep.” She said i
GemHe had proposed.With his dick in my mouth, he had bloody proposed. Like I would take him seriously asking at such a moment. Not that I would take him seriously anyway.It was much too soon for that. Even if we had been living together as friends for a year. It wasn’t like it had been anything but a platonic relationship. We were growing closer, and I had feelings for him, but that didn’t mean we should run away and tie the knot. I had a sneaky suspicion it had more to do with the fact that all of his friends were settling down rather than him wanting to spend his life with me.Glancing at him from beneath the curtain of my hair as I wiped down one of the dusty sides in what used to be his tattoo parlour, I studied his face. He was frowning down at something in his hands. Like the wad of crumpled up paper, he was holding held bad news.“Everything ok?” It seemed like an eternity until he smiled at me. A beautiful flash of white against the dark whiskers on his cheeks. “Yeah, ev
Gent“So you and Gem?” Ruin was trying hard to sound casual. Trying and failing. Slowly I turned to him. “What do you mean?” I knew exactly what he meant. He was worried about me sliding into the role of daddy to his half brother. He also seemed to have forgotten that I was the one who had watched Bobby come into this world. “Rumour has it you two are a couple.” There was no hesitation in his voice this time. “That you have moved in with her.”Moved in? I frowned. Sure, I had spent every night there with her body against mine, driving me insane. But seeing as she wouldn’t let me do anything but kiss her, I wasn’t sure if I could say we were a couple. I wanted to take things to the next level. And she was dragging her heels. Something was holding her back. I just didn’t know what it was. “I stay there sometimes.” I sipped my beer non committedly. Truth was, I didn’t even want it. “That’s all.” None of this was any of their business. It was none of the club’s business what went on b