ChelseaThe wake, if you could call it that was little more than a bunch of rowdy bikers congregating on the clubhouse. And like anytime they started drinking en masse it quickly went from sober and melancholy to loud and rambunctious. It would have pissed me off if it hadn’t given me the perfect opportunity to sneak off into a lonely corner with a bottle of vodka I had squirrelled away.I had never really been a big drinker, mainly because my father had always frowned upon it but now seemed a good time to take it up. Hell, I might even take up smoking. Ruin was to busy to really notice me. He had his own family. An old lady and a kid as well. As much as he loved me, he didn’t really have time to babysit me. I was too old for that anyway. Old enough to drink and drive. Hell, I was old enough to get married if I wanted to. Which I didn’t. All I had to do was get today and tonight out the way and then I would step out into the world by myself. I would be an adult instead of a prince
WickedI had made her cum. . Right there against the games room door. And she had come hard. I hadn’t meant for it to happen, but once I had trapped her against that door her fate was sealed. Rational thought left my head and my hand was down her panties before I even thought about it. I didn’t regret it though. How could I, when I had been dreaming of getting her off since the day I had driven her home from her fancy pants university? And she hadn’t disappointed me. Her body had reacted almost violently. Clenching around me. Drawing me in. Making me want more. It just made me want her more. And that’s where I had a problem because there could never be more between us. Not ever. It would rip the club apart and the club was my life. “Anyone suspicious?” I turned the finger that had brought Chelsea to orgasm only hours before in my mouth. I could taste her still. And every time I did it made me throb. What I should have done was pull those tight jeans down her thighs and stuck my ton
ChelseaI hated being in the clubhouse. Especially with Wicked and his new plaything everywhere I looked. They weren’t shy about touching each other, in fact, they seemed to have their hands on each other all the damn time. Nothing sexual, I wasn’t even sure I had seen them kiss but she was always running her hand through his dark hair or trailing a finger over his tattoos. Casual, intimate touching. And somehow that made it worse. Because it wasn’t sexual. It was relaxed and familiar. Like they were in love. And it hurt. Because when it came to me Wicked was all anger and lust. With Mel though he was gentle touches and soft glances. He wanted to fuck me but I was suspecting with every passing day that he might be in love with her.There was no getting away from them either. Every time I saw them together something died a little more inside of me. “Hello, Chelsea.”Raising my head, I let my eyes trail up Mels long denim-clad legs. “Hey.” I didn’t bother to elaborate instead went b
WickedThere was so much that I had wanted to tell her, and I came close. Especially in the first weeks after she left. I probably would have if she had once picked up my call or answered my messages but she didn’t. So I couldn’t tell her my secrets. I couldn’t forget the dismissive look in her eyes the last time we spoke.I missed her.Me, Wicked. Missed my best friend’s little sister. A girl who had grown up into a beautiful woman. I wasn’t sure how I had missed it. It was like she suddenly appeared in front of me, out of the blue. And all of a sudden I couldn’t think of anything else. That was the scary thing because she was all I could think about. That wasn’t good when my mind should be on club business. As president of the Black Aces, the club was my responsibility. I just couldn’t get her out of my mind. People were starting to notice as well. I could see it in their eyes when my own glazed over. They knew something was going on with me. It was almost comical, that some co
ChelseaI don’t know who he thought he was but the fact that he had had the audacity to ring me and tell me off was unbelievable. I wasn’t a child and he wasn’t my family. He was nothing but a man I had made out with a little. Ok, he was more than that. At least he used to be. I had put my feelings for him to rest. Or so I was telling myself.Still, his sudden intrusion in my life played on my mind. What right did he have to do that? To butt back into my life again. The mighty new president of the Black Aces motorcycle club had deemed it necessary to ring me, Why? Because I was embarrassing the club or was there another reason?It was true that he had rung and text a lot in the first weeks after I had left and then there was nothing. And that suited me just fine.I had a life to live. A life far away from Wicked and his panty-dropping smile and the club he loved so damn much. Part of that life was enjoying myself. And boy was I enjoying myself. Sure my grades had fallen but I could
WickedShe had been so easy to find. Even without the tracker on her phone, I would have been able to manage it. All I had to do was follow the trail of lame-ass college boys with their dicks out. Not literally of course but it might as well have been. And one look at her showed me why they were gravitating around her.She was dressed like a damn stripper. A tiny pale pink top that dropped obscenely low in the front and had no back at all and a denim skirt that barely covered her ass.She looked hot as hades. And it made me pissed as hell.The fact she was with her preppy ass boyfriend Bennet made me even angrier. Of all the men she had lining up for her attention, she chose him. She chose him. But I didn’t make any move. What right did I have when all she was doing was dancing with a guy I knew she had been seeing for months? She was an adult. Something she reminded me of at every possible opportunity like I didn’t already know. And she could dance with anyone she wanted. Even if
Chelsea Here it comes. I waited for him to move away from me, to get off the bed and pull his clothes on. For him to tell me that it was a massive mistake and that it should never have happened.I waited for him to do what he always did. Push me away.Wicked’s voice was tortured when he finally spoke. “Shit Chelsea, you could have at least told me I was your first.” But he didn’t get up. He carried on just looking at me. His eyes were softer than I had ever seen them. He looked thoughtful. Chewing on his bottom lip. “It’s no big deal.” I didn’t want to argue about it. I just wanted to enjoy the feelings in my body. Even the biting tearing feeling between my thighs. I wanted to enjoy all of it and relish the fact that I was no longer a virgin. “It is a big deal.” The hand that wicked had been smoothing down my body moved upwards to cup my cheek. “It’s a really big deal. Did I hurt you.”I shrugged. “Chelsea.” He sounded exasperated. “Did I hurt you?” Our eyes met. “No Wicked. I
WickedWhat I was doing could cost me everything. But I was past caring. I had tried to fight against it. Hell I had tried with everything I had to ignore the growing attracting that was between us and it just wasn’t working.Being apart was making us miserable. Chelsea was spiralling out of control and that was partly my fault. And I was unhappy.Being apart made us both unhappy. But I couldn’t just ride home and tell everyone that she was my woman. As much as I wanted to. Not if I wanted to keep control of the Black Aces anyway. There was the fact that her brother was my best friend as well. And to say he wouldn’t be happy was an understatement. Ruin would be livid. And who could blame him? If he was fucking my kid sister, if I had one, I would have beaten him to a pulp and put her in a convent complete with a chastity belt. I would have to tell Ruin, and soon but not yet. I wanted some time with Chelsea first. I needed to see if what I was feeling would fade. For all, I knew she
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