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
Fender Valentine’s Day was by far the worst day of the year. All those loved up couples. All that fake romance and phoney sentiments. What was worse was that more and more of the younger club members were pairing off, settling down. Making fucking fools of themselves over women and ruining their damn lives.My own son had started it by chasing after a woman he should have known to leave well enough alone. Sure Avery was the mother of his kid but what did that actually matter in this day and age?Hell, I probably had a dozen kids scattered around that I didn’t even know about. But no my son was all about his new family life. And Avery was taking him for a ride. I could tell. Not that Ruin would ever listen to me about it. When it came to her he had blinkers on. She was the only thing he saw.And then there was Truth. At least Cali was useful to the club. But she was still a woman who had one of my most trusted riders wrapped around her little finger. All of them were damn fools. W
Blair“You look flipping fantastic.” I linked my arms through that of my best friends as she leads us towards the non-descript, a run down bar in the middle of an equally run down street. My brother Bennet bringing up the rear. Like an overgrown wanna be bodyguard.Not that he had a chance against men like Chelsea’s dad. Now that was a man who knew how to handle himself. It seeped out of his pores. The pure masculine toxicity of him. And he wasn’t bad looking for an old guy either.I had been with worse. Hell, I had daddy issues and everyone knew it. But what could I say, I liked that Chelsea’s dad liked what he saw when he looked at me.He hadn’t exactly been subtle about it. I liked it when they lusted after me. When they kept looking at my tits like they wanted to take a bite. It was one of the reasons I had them done, to begin with. Unlike many of the older men I had been with, I was betting Fender wouldn’t just be just some beer-bellied slob pounding away on top of me. He loo
Fender She was a little girl playing a very dangerous game with me. But I could tell by her face that she was willing to take this as far as I wanted to take it. Which was all the way. If she was willing to give up the goods so easily then I wasn’t about to tell her no. I was a red-blooded man after all. And she was a very willing, very attractive young woman. And the pussy that had gripped my finger had been tight and wet. I wasn’t about to say no to that. Not tonight. Hell, not ever. But I did want to see how far I could push her. Would she tell me no in the end? We would have to finish the game and wait and see. I was betting not. Blair was a good time girl. My life was full of them. Every single club girl was like it. Out for the thrill of fucking a dangerous man. Blair was no different. She just comes from a more affluent family. A hoe was a hoe though, it didn’t matter if they were born with a silver spoon in their mouth or not. “Strip,” I ordered her before I had even p
Blair Anger bubbled up as I yanked the dress up, tying the halter around my neck before letting my long hair fall back down my back. My eyes stung with tears. I knew they wouldn’t fall because I just wasn’t the crying type. But I had never been so humiliated in my entire life.Fender had used me like I was nothing more than a piece of meat, leaving me naked and bare for everyone to see.It didn’t matter that I had wanted to fuck him or more specifically wanted him to fuck me. I was humiliated. No man in my entire Nineteen years had ever said no to me when I offered him seconds. I was good at sex. Better than good. I had been told on numerous occasions that I was phenomenal. And yet Chelsea’s dad had turned me down flat. Like whatever had just happened between us was the end of it. It wasn’t.I would say when we were finished. Not him.I always called the shots. “What the fuck do you think you are looking at?” I growled to the sea of eager Male faces.No one answered, one laughed