Текст книги "Chelsea "

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Harmony wasn’t happy that I was leaving so soon, but I put all the heat onto Kit, laughed and left him to deal with his crazy ass woman.

With the hangover gone and my stomach no longer sick, I made the long trek home. Kit had warned me that he had a couple of men on me, but what he hadn’t realized was that I’d spotted the one who’d followed me there also.

Not just a pretty face.

The clubhouse was pretty empty as I made my way to my room. Optimus’ bike wasn’t outside, so I thought I’d get a little sleep in before I gathered the guts to talk to him later.

No such luck there.

There was a light tap on my door. I was tempted not to answer it, but the reality was, I was still a club girl and I was still on call whenever I was asked to be. My heart just wasn't in it any longer. I wanted sex, but there was only one man I wanted it from now. I took a deep breath as I dragged myself off the bed and walked over to my bedroom door, reluctantly pulling it open. The person standing on the other side was definitely unexpected.

“Andie, hi.”

She gave me a soft smile. “Hey, Chelsea. Can I talk to you for a minute?”

I nodded and stepped to the side so she could come through closing the door behind her, I watched as she took in my room curiously, her head bobbing around. I lifted myself onto the edge of my school desk and gave her a minute.

Andie was different. She’d only joined up with the club recently when the boys had saved her from this crazy guy who had kidnaped Harmony. Apparently he’d been using Andie as his personal punching bag, among other things. To talk to her you’d never know, though. She was quiet but seemingly confident and super sweet. I think more than one of the guys had taken a fancy to her, some becoming very protective.

“Um, Andie? Are you okay?” My voice seemed to snap her out of her daze and she shook her head, her long black hair flowing around her before it settled on her shoulders.

She blushed. “Yeah, sorry. I uh…just wanted to ask you a few questions.”

I held my hands out. “Shoot hun, I’m an open book.”

“What’s it like being a club girl?”

My eyebrows shot straight up and I was unable to hide the surprise on my face. “Um...well...it’s okay.”

She started to giggle. “Chelsea, I’m not a prude. I know what you girls do here,” she said, gesturing to the room.

I couldn’t help but grin. “Are you sure, you know?”

“Do they treat you good?” she asked as she sat on the edge of my bed and smoothed the comforter.

“The club or the men themselves?”

She shrugged. “Both?”

“The club has very strict rules for us—we follow them, we do just fine.” I pushed off the desk and walked over to join her on the bed. “The simple answer is that if we treat them with respect, they’ll treat us with respect in return.”

Andie nodded, pulling at invisible threads at the edge of her T-shirt. “And you like it?”

“What you really want to know is if I enjoy screwing more than just one guy?”

“Maybe.”

I smiled. “It’s not for everyone, I know that. But it's never really been an issue for me,” until now. “These guys mean more to me than just guys I climb into bed with. They look after me, and I can’t speak for all of them, but as far as I know they actually care about me too.”

“That must be nice, having a club full of men who’d do anything to protect you and look after you.” Her face was sad, and it was the first time I’d seen her look defeated even after all the crap she must’ve been through when she was held prisoner by Daniel Ashley—the psychopath.

“Andie, these guys took you in and vowed to protect you. They did that because they wanted to, not because they expected you to owe them something in return.” I got the feeling I knew exactly why she was here. I’d been approached by women before that have wanted to try their hand at being a Brothers by Blood girl, but I knew in my gut that Andie was definitely not that kind of girl.

“They’ve been so good to me. Slider and Leo especially.” I saw a small blush cover her cheeks even as she smiled. “I don’t want to go home. There wasn’t really anything left for me there anyway when I was taken. But I know that my welcome here will soon be up.”

“I think that’s something you need to discuss with Optimus. He won’t throw you out on the streets, I promise.” I took her hand in mine and gave it a reassuring squeeze. “Look at your options before you decide to do something that you might regret.”

“Do you regret it?” she asked with a frown.

I shook my head. “I will never regret it. They’ve given me something here that I don’t think I would’ve ever gotten anywhere else. I love the club.”

“You’re different than the other girls.” She laughed. “They get angry when one of the guys blows them off to spend time with me.”

“Some of the girls are here for the wrong reasons. They’re lazy bitches that don’t want to do anything for themselves but want the power and authority that comes with being claimed and labeled an Old Lady.” I laughed. “But the reality is, that’s not what these guys are looking for, not from a club whore anyway.”

She smirked. “Oh yeah, then what do you call you and Optimus? I heard Lou Lou telling Sammy that he took her to his room the other night and wouldn’t even touch her.”

I tried to hide my surprise.

So it was all just an act.

She nudged me in the side and grinned. “She said it was because of you.”

“Honestly, there’s just some things about these men I’ll never understand.” I huffed, falling back on the bed dramatically.

Her giggles filled the room, the sound so addictive I couldn’t help but laugh with her.

“So, what’s the deal with you, Slider, and Leo?” I asked as I gave her a friendly shove.

She sighed and fell backward on the bed next to me. “They’re great. Slider makes me laugh so much I feel like I’m gonna pee my pants. And Leo, he’s just …”

“Sexy, hunky, strong, sweet?” I offered.

“Tick, tick, tick and tick,” she said, doing the ticks in the air with her finger. “And that little girl of his. Geez, my heart melts.”

“Sounds like someone has it bad,” I said in a sing-song voice.

“You don’t know the half of it,” she groaned.

I glanced over my shoulder, checking the time on the clock. “Well, will you look at that, it’s past mid-day. That means we can get a drink.” I threw myself off the bed, grabbing Andie’s hand and pulling her with me.

She laughed. “It’s only 3:00 p.m.”

“I’ll bet we aren’t the first at the bar,” I said pulling her from the room and down the hall. I’m not sure why but the brothers had a very strict no alcohol until after twelve policy unless it was a special occasion or you’re just really desperate. I guess the boys had to be kept sober for a least a few hours of the day. I wiggled my eyebrows at Andie when we got to the bar and found Wrench already there with Kev at his side and Sammy in his lap. They all had a bottle of beer in their hands and some music played softly in the background.

“Told you,” I said to her before yelling at the prospect tending the bar. “Neil! I need a drink!”

“Uh, sure. What do you want?”

Kev scoffed and I turned to him. “How long as he been here and he still doesn’t know what I drink?”

Kev reached out and wrapped his arm around my neck, pulling me into his side. He shook his head like he was severely disappointed. “The kid is a few colors short of a rainbow. He ain’t ever gonna get it right.”

“Whiskey.” The deep voice sent vibrations through me that went straight to lady parts. Kev’s arm released me so fast I nearly lost my balance.

“Sure, Prez,” Neil stumbled, racing to get a glass and the bottle for his president.

“Not for me you half-wit. That’s what she drinks. Learn it. Fast.”

Neil nodded profusely, spilling the amber liquid on the bar top as he poured and slid the glass over to me. “There you go, Chel.”

I threw back the whole glass before turning to get a good look at the man standing behind me, the man who’s mere presence threw my world completely off-kilter—or was that the alcohol? Right now, I couldn’t tell. He stared me down, his eyes drilling through my defenses.

“You’re back.” Were the only words he uttered.

Andie took up a conversation with the others quickly, moving out of the tense atmosphere that we had created.

“Yeah, I got in about an hour ago.”

He flicked his head, gesturing for me to follow him before he walked away and I followed. I’d missed him the past couple of days that I had spent with Harmony and every part of me ached to be near him. He took a seat at a table across the room, I pulled out a chair to sit beside him, but his hand shot out, wrapping itself around my wrist and pulling me into his lap.

I didn’t fight.

The anger and hurt inside me hadn’t gone but was simply pushed aside by need. The need to feel him, the need to touch him, the need to hear his voice. I landed ungracefully right on top of him, luckily his other hand caught me before I fell straight off the other side and onto the floor. He wrapped both his arms around my waist and nuzzled his face into my hair.

“How much have you had to drink, Blackbird?” He chuckled against me.

“Just that one,” I answered, pointing to the bar.

“Lightweight.”

“Asshole.”

“Princess.”

“Bastard.”

His body shook with silent laughter and I couldn’t help but smile as I wiggled against him, trying my best to get even closer to his body—like it was even possible.

“I gave you three days.”

I snorted. “I came back in two.”

“I know. I’m glad.”

“Kit kicked me out.”

Optimus laughed, the sound drawing the attention from his brothers and the girls at the bar who looked over at us with confused looks on their faces. “I know, I told him to.”

“I’m not even slightly surprised,” I said rolling my eyes.

“We need to talk,” he said as he brushed my hair back from my shoulder and his lips found my neck. Just that one simple gesture had me forgetting about everything and grinding my ass against him. “I—”

Turning my head quickly, I pressed my lips to his. My body automatically turned on from the familiar taste of his mouth and brush of his unshaved face against mine. “Not yet. Let me just have five minutes before the world comes crashing down around me again.” I pulled back infinitesimally, my lips still close enough to brush his as I spoke.

Before I knew what was happening, Optimus had hooked his arm under my knees and with his other arm supporting my back as he carried me out of the room and down the hall. “Five minutes might not be enough time.”

“Maybe not, but right now I’ll take whatever time I can get.”

I kicked the door closed behind me before I tossed Chelsea on the bed. She let out a little squeal followed by laughter as she bounced in the center.

“Are you ever going to give the caveman routine up?” she asked in amusement.

I let my cut slip off my shoulders, catching it as it fell to my hands and turning to hang it on the back of Chelsea’s door. We took pride in our club colors. It showed everyone who we were. When you wore your colors you wore them with your head held fucking high because you weren’t only representing yourself, you were representing your club—your family. What you did come back on all of us, so you better be ready to back your actions the fuck up to your brothers. You never handed your cut over to anyone, you washed it, you stood and watched over someone’s shoulder as they sewed on your patches. You protected it with your life. Because that’s exactly what it was.

“Don’t know what you’re talkin’ ‘bout, Blackbird,” I told her, pulling at the neck of my shirt and dragging it over my head and tossing it into the corner of the room. She rolled her eyes, but her eyes soon came back to me, scanning my body. I had my fair share of tattoos that ran down my arms and across my upper chest. I also had the club emblem in a full back tattoo, much like many of my brothers. Those of us that chose to have it done knew that the club would be in our lives forever, there was no leaving and there was no backing out. I would live and die a brother. That was a fact.

I knew Chelsea loved to trace my tattoos. Sometimes I’d wake up to find her fingers dragging lazily across my back or my arms. I never told her, but I fucking loved it.

“You just gonna stand there?” she asked, her voice soft but full of anticipation.

“You’re the one fucking me with your eyes from all the way over there. Was just letting you have a good look,” I told her, holding my arms wide. “Would you like me to do a spin or something?”

She smirked. “Could you drop your pants first? Your ass is amazing, but those jeans just don’t do it justice.”

I laughed and took three steps to the bed. I reached out and grabbed her ankle and she giggled as I pulled on it, dragging her to the edge of the bed. I stood between her legs and leaned forward, placing my hands on either side of her shoulders. I brushed my nose against hers and she lifted her head, forcing her lips against mine.

If I had to choose a favorite smell or taste, it would be her. Even in the mornings when most people have the most God awful morning breath, she always tasted amazing. I didn’t know how or why and I didn’t care. I forced her back on the bed, my tongue delving into her mouth and dueling against hers. It was never a fight for power with her, it was more playful than anything. Chelsea always gave in to me.

“Missed this mouth, baby,” I mumbled against her lips.

“This mouth or just a mouth in general?” she asked, licking at my lips and attempting to draw me in again.

“This mouth,” I whispered, taking her lip between my teeth and pulling at it. “Always this fucking mouth.”

I felt her hands reach for my jeans, unbuckling my belt and fighting with the buttons. I usually liked to take control. Make her wait and squirm as I ordered her about. It was sexy as hell seeing her give her power to me and trust me to make her feel good.

Chelsea could be a spitfire, no doubt growing up the way she did she had to deal with more than her fair share of overbearing assholes and people trying to tell her what to do. You wouldn’t think the club life would suit her, that she would rebel against the rules, but we had given her so much more. Here she had people who cared about her. She might be pussy, but she was part of our family and nobody fucked with our family. Right now, all I wanted to do was to force her to her knees and fuck her pretty little mouth. But another part of me told me to let her take the lead.

“I want your cock,” she whimpered, pulling her lips from mine.

I pushed off the bed and stood straight. She quickly pulled herself to sit at the edge and looked up at me expectantly.

I smirked. “Have at it, baby. You want it? Take it.”

Her eyes widened in surprise. I wasn’t giving her control, but I was letting her lead. She wasted no time in dropping my pants to the floor and wrapping her delicate hands around my cock. I groaned, the instant she touched me it was like coming home. She knew, even without my prompting or orders, exactly what I needed and how to please me. She fisted me with both hands, pulling at my length as her tongue flicked out and tickled the end.

“Fuck,” I moaned.

“I heard something today,” she said faintly, continuing to jack me off. “I heard you took Lou Lou to your room but wouldn’t fuck her.” She dipped her head and took one of my balls into her mouth. My whole body clenched and my hands wrapped themselves in her hair.

“You got a point to make, babe?” I grunted.

She let go with a pop before doing the same thing with the other. “Why?”

She let her hands drop and took me in her mouth, her head bobbing up and down, occasionally forcing as much of me down her throat as possible and causing me to grind my teeth. “You using this as some weird torture technique to get me to tell you my secrets?”

She laughed softly. “Is it working?”

I held her head and thrust my dick in and out of her mouth. “I would have kept a lot more secrets if I knew this was how you planned to get them outta me.”

Saliva dripped from the side of her mouth as she gagged and I held her there for a second more before releasing my grip and letting her pull back. She wiped at her mouth with the back of her hand and climbed to her feet.

“You didn’t fuck her,” she stated, pulling her shirt over her head and shimmying out of her skin tight jeans.

I walked around her, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. It wasn’t long before she followed, climbing into my lap and straddling my legs. I could feel the heat radiating off her pussy and I had to stop myself from driving my cock straight up into her. Her tits sat right in my face, begging for me to pull one into my mouth.

“You didn’t fuck her?” she repeated, her wetness still hovering.

“She wasn’t you,” I growled, frustrated.

She instantly dropped herself, her pussy swallowing my dick whole and causing us both to cry out. We both stayed there for a minute, breathing hard and staring directly into each other’s eyes. Slowly she began to move, lifting herself and grinding on me. It felt incredible, but I wanted more and I know she did too.

“My turn.” I hooked my arms under her legs and stood up. I dropped her back on the bed and fell right on top of her, my penis never leaving the nice wet cave it had found. I’d given her time to have her fun. Sometimes it was fun to see what she’d come up with when given the opportunity to show me what she liked. But the reality was, we worked because we knew what we liked. And the one thing that would take her over the edge, every single time, was when I did what I knew best.

I braced myself over her. “Take those nipples in your fingers, Chelsea. I want to see you pull them.” She did it instantly, closing her eyes and throwing her head back as it gave her that little bit of extra pleasure.

“Good girl. You know I’m gonna make you feel good, don’t you.”

She nodded. “Please. More Op.”

I slammed back into her, her breathing increasing with every powerful thrust. I threw her legs over my shoulders and bent her in a way that you’d think would hurt, but that gave me access to that little button inside her.

“Oh! Op!”

Hitting it over and over, pistoning my hips, I rested my forehead against hers. A sticky sheen of sweat between them. I could feel her body tightening in anticipation. She was ready to explode like fireworks on the Fourth of July. The feeling was mutual, but I was trying my best to hold off. I wasn’t done with her yet. I sat back and used my hand to rub at her clit as I slowed down, but it was more than enough. Her walls clenched around me and I had to pull out before I erupted inside her before I’d had my fill.

“Op! Oh my God,” she cried out, throwing her head back on the bed and taking a fist full of the blanket in her hand as her body writhed and squirmed.

I wrapped my hands around her waist and lifted her to my mouth, lapping at the juices that leaked out. That shit was sweet, so fucking sweet. She wiggled her hips as I used my tongue to tease her sensitive clit before dipping back to swirl it around her tight little ass.

“Oh God,” she moaned, the awkward position not allowing her much movement but forcing her to lay back and take it like a good girl.

I held her tightly to me as I pressed my tongue in and out of her tight little ass, each time pressing a little further. When it was nice and wet, I bought one of my hands from around her and pushed against it with my finger.

“Oh yes, more. Please.”

I smirked, my girl liked a little dirty play. I began to lay her body back down on the bed and she pouted at me. Fucking pouted those full sexy lips.

“Turn over,” I demanded. She scrambled to do as I said, twisting herself in the sheets and raising her ass to me as she kept her upper body flat on the bed.

I lined my cock up with her still weeping pussy, sliding it in slowly. She buried her face in the sheets and pushed back against me, filling herself. I let her move, sucking my cock in and out as I licked two of my fingers and pressed them to her ass.

“You like my fingers in here don’t you, baby.”

“Mmm,” she groaned as she pushed back again, sucking my fingers deeper.

“Ride me,” I growled, spanking her ass with my free hand. Her speed quickened as she slammed back against me, both our moans filling the still air of the room. “That’s it. Harder!”

She pushed herself up onto her hands, giving her more leverage to push back. I drove into both her holes, knowing it wouldn’t take long before we would both come.

“Oh God, I’m coming.” Her whole body started to shake and I pulled my two fingers from her tight ass and gripped her hips as I slammed home.

“Fuck!” I called, my come spilling from my cock as her pussy convulsed around it, dragging my release out longer than I expected. Breathing heavily, I fell to the side, pulling her with me.

“Holy…shit.” she whispered between deep gasps.

I chuckled, wrapping my arm around her and pulling her snug against my chest. “Fucking missed you,” I growled, nuzzling the back of her neck. “Fucking missed you.”

“Need to go away more often if that’s the welcome home I get,” she said, laughing and wiggling her perfect fucking ass back against me.

“No fucking way.” I pulled her in tighter, not caring if she couldn’t even breathe.