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  “So, you’ll call or text me?” Her nasally voice rakes over my nerves like nails on a damn chalkboard.

  “Sure.” I offer her a weak smile as I stuff my phone in my pocket.

  “Great!” She smiles at me and I turn my back on her…on Zo Zo sticking his tongue down MaryAnn’s throat. I want to ask him how my cock tastes. I was hitting the back of her throat yesterday as I fucked her mouth.

  “I knew you’d hit it off,” I hear Stephanie’s whiny voice behind me. God, I hate that cunt.

  I go outside to smoke a joint when I see one of the prospects getting ready to go home.

  “Big Easy.” I light up my smoke and take a few fast puffs.

  “Yeah?”

  “Get your ass over here.”

  “What’s up, VP?”

  “Want to hit this shit?” He nods and takes two hits. “How would you like to earn your cut faster?” He looks at me like he knows this is a trick question. “I’m serious, man. All you gotta do is keep Zo Zo from fucking MaryAnn.”

  “Why would I do that?” he coughs, handing me the joint.

  I grab him by the throat. “Because I told you to, fucker. I’m your VP you don’t get to question me. Now get your ass in there and keep him from fucking her.”

  I shove him toward the door and he nearly rams into it with his head.

  Am I abusing my power?

  Hell yeah I am.

  I want MaryAnn in my bed. I want her pleasing me. No one else. I’ve never had a problem sharing club pussy until now.

  Uno and his bitch walk out.

  “I knew you’d like Jessica,” she brags, and Uno kisses her cheek. “Aren’t you going to say thank you?”

  I blow my smoke in her face simply because I can. She coughs and gags while waving her hands around. Uno gives me a look but keeps his mouth shut.

  “You shouldn’t drink and drive you know.”

  “I don’t drink and drive. I smoke and fly.” I laugh and blow more smoke in her face. “Maybe if I get her stoned she’ll give up that pussy tonight.” I smirk at Uno.

  “I don’t know why I bother trying to be nice to your brothers. Their all assholes,” she says with a sniff as he leads her to his bike.

  I take one last toke and head back inside. As I’m going in that Jessica bitch is coming out.

  “Oh, here you are. I was thinking I did something to run you off.”

  God help me. I start to tell her get lost but she’s looking at me with such hope it is kinda sad. She has these soft brown doe eyes that a better man would appreciate.

  “Naw, baby doll. Just needed some air. I’ll be calling you soon.” I wink, and she turns bright pink. She’s far too cute and innocent acting for a dirty bastard like me. I ought to dirty her up for the hell of it “Let me walk you to your car.”

  “Okay. I’ll be waiting for my phone to ring.” Looping her arm through mine, she keeps smiling at me. She’s too damn cheery and bubbly. I can’t stand that overenthusiastic bullshit. Goddamn. I bet she is a stage nine clinger. Fucking Stephanie. I ought to fuck this bitch against the side of her car and never call her, just so that cunty bitch has to listen to her cry.

  “So, tell me…what’s a sweet thing like you doing hanging around here, offering yourself up to a man like me?”

  She shrugs as she comes to a stop at her car “I don’t know. I like the sounds the bikes make.” She hesitates arching her brow. “And Stephanie said I’d find a man who’d take care of me if you know what I mean.” Yeah, I know what she means. She drives a Mercedes. Bet she is a bored housewife or spoiled brat who wants to piss her daddy off.

  “That so? Well, I am gonna be upfront with you. You come hanging around here all you’re going to get is fucked hard.”

  “That a promise?” She leans into me and licks her lips.

  “Well shit. Had you pegged all wrong.” I grin.

  The prospect interrupts our conversation when he taps on my shoulder. “Did what you wanted. Told Z that he got a call for a tow.”

  As expected I see Zo Zo going to get in his truck.

  “Well done, man. I think you deserve a reward.” I look to this Jessica bitch. “Sweetheart, why don’t you show my friend here how good you are. If he gives you a good report. I just might take you to the wedding.”

  The bitch looks surprised, but she smiles at Big E.

  “You can take her to my room.” I toss him my key and leave them to it. I am off to find my way to MaryAnn’s bed.

  I discover her in the kitchen eating a banana of all things. Fuck me, the way her mouth is devouring her snack has my cock jealous. I need her lips wrapped around me like that.

  Either she hasn’t noticed me yet or she’s ignoring me on purpose.

  I walk over to her and she raises a brow as I slide my hands down her sides and hold onto her hips. “What happened to your plans? Zo Zo stand you up”

  “Still have plans for later.” She rolls her shoulders and moves to toss the peel over my arm and into the trash can nearby.

  “I think it’s later right now,” I grit in her ear before capturing the shell between my lips. I suck the sweet tasting skin, caressing it with my tongue as she steadies her hands on my shoulders, intent on pushing me away but I won’t give her the chance.

  Kissing down her throat and back up along her jaw, I know I have her right where I want her. Flicking my tongue across the part of her lips I taste the banana on her mouth. “MaryAnn, you gonna invite me to your room?”

  Her head tilts to the side. “What happened to your friend?”

  “Gave her to Big Easy. I owed him.”

  Her blue eyes brighten, and a smile plays at her lips. “There was no tow was there?”

  “Nope.”

  “You’re terrible, you know that?”

  “Maybe. Told you before, I always get what I want.” Moving my hand down between her legs, I grab her right where I want her the most. “This pussy right here.” I suck on her collarbone, bruising her skin. “Curves to my dick. Don’t want anyone fucking you but me.”

  “Cupid…” she starts.

  I press my thumb hard where her clit is under her jeans. “You gonna deny me of what I want?”

  “I don’t belong to you,” she argues.

  “You could, if you’d stop being stubborn and give in to me.”

  “I didn’t make the rules. I just live by them.”

  “Rules were meant to be broken,” I counter, tugging on the waistband of her dark jeans. Her pearly whites shine at me as she laughs. I claim her mouth once more, needing to be the one in control.

  Red painted nails grip my cut as she returns my kiss with a fiery passion. Sweeping her tongue against mine the temptress gives as good as she gets.

  “Go on up to your room. Want you waiting on your knees for me,” I tell her.

  Chapter Three

  —MaryAnn

  As Cupid demanded, I’m in my room kneeling on the bed awaiting his arrival. I don’t know what kind of game he’s playing at. Him telling me I could be his. We both know better than that. So why fill my head with nonsense and lies? The man knows I’m a sure thing.

  Did I always dream of growing up to be a clubwhore for a motorcycle club? Of course not. Like most girls I dreamed of a white knight sweeping me off my feet and giving me the fairytale.

  My white knight came alright only he didn’t sweep me off to our castle in the sky. He brought me to a clubhouse and left me high and dry on my ass. I managed to find my place here with the Devils Rejects. I don’t want for nothing. They take damn good care of me. I could have an apartment if I wished. They bought me a decent car. Offered to help me go back to school. I already feel indebted to them. Some days I think about moving into my own place but it’s easier to stay here. As much as I do to keep things running I’d never get to sleep in my own place anyway. Most probably think my days consist of lying on my back with my legs spread. Sometimes that is true, but I don’t just go around playing a fuck doll to whoever. Some girls do.


  I don’t fuck married men. There was only one. I used to belong to Marek. He wasn’t the greatest man, but he was good to me. He didn’t treat me like he did his other whores. I wasn’t passed around.

  Cupid enters the room, closing the door after him. I don’t usually bring men to my room. Cupid isn’t any other man as much as I try to lie to myself and say that he is. I don’t know how to feel about his wanting to spend the night with me in here. This is my space. My sanctuary. I decorated it the way I want it. Purple paint on the walls. A white duvet with black swirly designs. I’ve always wanted to visit Paris and have one of those giant wall stickers of the Eiffel Tower on my wall. Fancy candle sconces mounted on either side of my black headboard. I love to refurbish furniture. I have done a few pieces for some of the guys in my spare time. Like I said though, this is my space. I prefer to go to their rooms, so I can leave when I’m finished.

  “Fuck you’re a sexy thing.” His lip curls into a smile as he slides his cut off and hangs it on the back of my chair. He runs a hand through his hair then pulls it back with a black band into a low knot at the nape of his neck. Next, he shrugs his shirt up over the back of his head revealing that tattoo on his chest that I love to trace with my fingertips when he’s sleeping. His jeans fall to the floor revealing his erection. All my bad thoughts. All my reservations fall away as he stalks toward me and the bed dips under his weight. “You wear this for me?” His thick rough digits tug on the trim of my black lace thong.

  I gaze deeply into his eyes and smile faintly. “No, I wore them for me. They make me feel pretty.”

  “You don’t need anything to make you pretty.” There’s a tender expression on his face as his fingers coil around the thin waistline of my bottoms. He jerks me forward and bites my bottom lip. His hot beer breath mingles with mine as our tongues connect, moving slow and sensual. Cupid’s grip on my black lace tightens. The fabric rips and is tossed aside. I start to yell at him because he has a bad habit of ruining my underwear. Soon I won’t have any left. He kisses me deeply as his fingers explore my body.

  My body is on fire. Humming with raw primal desire. God, I do love laying with this man. Special. He makes me feel as though I am special to him.

  Greedy and rough he pulls me down on the bed with him. Skillful and with ease his hands roam my body, knowing right where to touch me. His lips knowing exactly where to bite me to draw a moan from me. He makes me feel so wanted. So freaking desired.

  “Fuck, MaryAnn. You’re killing me, baby. What I gotta do to make you be mine? Name it and I’ll do it.”

  I breathe out his name as his thumb circles my clit, “Cupid…”

  Pinching my pulsing bundle of nerves, he then smacks his other hand down on my pussy and cups my heated skin as I gasp out.

  “Told you. When it’s you and me—you call me by name motherfuckin’ name.” His grip loosens, and he rubs along my seam, teasing me.

  “Ryan, please.”

  “Please what,” his lips hover over mine as he speaks. His voice is gravelly, and his eyes are dark. “Talk to me.”

  “Don’t go throwing out promises you can’t keep to a girl like me.”

  His other hand holds my face still, “I told you. You’re mine. Nobody else fucks what’s mine. You’re my favorite girl. I’ll talk to Hades once the wedding shit is over and things return to normal.” Covering my body with his, Ryan eases into me. Something is shifting between us. All his usual playfulness is gone. Replaced with something deeper that I pray is real.

  I want to fall with him, but I’m scared to jump all in when nothing is guaranteed.

  Chapter Four

  —Cupid

  One Week later

  Pulling up to this bitch’s house, I almost want to keep driving but I shut off my bike and wait. I don’t even know why I invited her to come. I don’t even like her. She’s not my type. Too damn skinny for my taste. If she turns sideways she’ll disappear. I mean she’s pretty but she’s no damn MaryAnn.

  I think about her luscious tits and how damn good she felt when I sank inside her just this morning, like I have every day for the past month or so. Only this past week things have felt a helluva lot more intense. I’ve not fucked her with a rubber since last week when she let me hit it bareback. Feeling her skin to skin might be a sin but I’m no saint. I can’t go back to wrapping it up and pretend I don’t love the way her hot pussy squeezes my dick, milking me completely dry.

  “Hey you.” This chick comes out the door and down the driveway. Automatically I’m shaking my head. She has on a blue skintight dress and four-inch heels.

  “Sweetheart, you can’t ride with me dressed like that. You need to hurry your ass up and get changed. You can tuck your shit in my saddlebag.”

  Her face pinches. “We can take my car. I spent two hours on my hair and I just got my nails done.”

  “You can do as I say, or you can sit your ass here at the house while I ride out.”

  Her arms fold across her chest.

  I don’t know what the fuck I was thinking. Oh yeah. Goddamn Uno and his bitch wouldn’t shut up about it. I am doing this as a favor to that motherfucker. Now I wish I had said hell no. I fire up my bike and rev the engine getting ready to pull out when she stomps her foot and yells, “fine.”

  I watch her walk back in the house and pull out my phone. I send her a quick text that tells her she’s got five minutes before I’m gone. I mean it too. Bitch ain’t shit to me. I don’t give a fuck if she comes or not. I wanted MaryAnn to ride with me, but I watched her climb on the back of Zo Zo’s bike and shoot me the finger before I came here. Shit burnt me the hell up. Had me hotter than Satan’s asshole but wasn’t shit I could do or say. MaryAnn is club property as much I like to pretend otherwise. I plan on calling in a favor with Hades. He owes me, and MaryAnn is the payment I want to collect.

  Jessica comes rushing out the door with a Goddamned net on her hair. At least she had the sense to put on jeans and sneakers this time. I hand her the spare helmet and she gives me a weird look. “No way. It’ll flatten my hair,” she whines.

  “Better flat hair than your brains splattered on the road. No helmet, no ride,” I growl getting fed up with this horse shit. No pussy is ever worth this aggravation and the sad part is I don’t even want to fuck her. Big E said she is fucking loose too. Fuck that.

  Reluctantly she takes the helmet.

  “You ever been on a motorcycle before?” I should have had this shit figured out before I rode over but here we are.

  She shakes her head and I sigh. I end up shutting my bike off and explaining the rules of the road to her for ten minutes. I don’t think there is much between her ears. I store her dress and heels in my saddlebag. I’ll pull off and allow her to change on the side of the road before we get to the wedding.

  Eventually we roll up to Drag Creek for Hades’ big day. I don’t know what the motherfucker was thinking marrying this girl, but he seems to love the shit outta her. He’d have to, to be in bed with BRRMC.

  Our welcome isn’t all too warm, but the moonshine drinks all the same regardless. If I’m lucky I can pawn this cunt off on someone else. I see Rebel Black’s sons standing off to the side. Bingo. “Hey, pissants. I brought you a gift.” I smirk and nod over my shoulder at this ditz I was suckered into bringing along. “I’ll find you when I’m ready to leave darlin’.”

  Her eyes bulge. “What? I thought I came as your date?”

  “You came here on the back of my bike, never promised to sit and hold your hand.” Axel and Abel bursts out laughing. “Show her a real fine time boys.” I grin rubbing my chin. “Think of her as my peace offering.”

  I stalk off and leave them to her. I don’t even bother to look back. She wants to know what’s it is like to be with bikers I’ll fuckin’ teach her. I’m not some white knight on a Harley who is gonna sweep her off her feet. I have one thing on my mind and that’s finding out if MaryAnn is here with Zo Zo.

  Chapter Five

  —MaryAnn


  I didn’t go to the wedding. I could have but I told Zo Zo I wasn’t feeling too hot. I didn’t want to go and have to watch Cupid with someone else. It sounds silly when I think about. I’ve seen him with plenty of women. I don’t know if it’s that I am jealous or the fact that she’s cuntastic Stephanie’s ass buddy. Maybe it is a little of both. Cupid said he didn’t want to take her but I think he lies to make me jealous.

  I’ve been moping around the clubhouse all damn day feeling sorry for myself. I can’t keep lying to myself. I’m in love with Ryan. The thought tastes bittersweet. I keep promising myself that I am going to put a stop to it. That I will stay away from him. I won’t go to bed with him again but even as I whisper the words to my reflection in the mirror I know they are just another lie I will feed myself. Our hearts eat lies when they are hungry. I read that once somewhere and the quote has stuck with me.

  The bar is quiet with most of the club gone to Drag Creek for Hades’ wedding. Most don’t agree with him joining up with the Black Rebels, but it isn’t for any of us to say. He’s Prez. Whatever he decides is what we all must abide. His word is law around here. I have to say he has been fair to me. He could have tossed me out on my ass when Marek met his demise, but he didn’t. He gave me the choice to stay or to go. If I had been smarter I would have left but I like it here and I had nowhere to go.

  Unable to sleep, I make my way downstairs. There are still a few club members hanging around and it shocks the hell out of me to see Hades himself at the bar drinking. He should be home making love to his new bride. Something must be eating at him. I start to leave him alone, but I need to set his ass straight. Even if it isn’t my place, I have always liked him. He never spoke much to me when he was here as Harper’s brother, but I think that is because he looked down on me. I can’t say that I blame him. I was fucking his sister’s husband.

  I run my nails up his arm and tell him I can take care of him. It riles him up and he bends my wrist backward. It hurts but I’ll live. He shoots me down like I knew he would. I ask him, “What are you doing here and not home with your wife?”