At His Mercy_ Hell Brigade MC(5)

And he fucking loved it.



“I would’ve done the same,” she stated. “Family is most important, isn’t it?”



The realization that she could understand his sentiments so easily baffled him. “Yeah, it is. Do you have any?”



A snort escaped her lips. “I escaped from my father when I was ten and fell into the clutches of a damned pimp, Joseph. My life has always been controlled by the men in my life.”



“Maybe it’s time to change that,” he said.



Her gaze shifted to him, moved away to rest on the dancing couples. “I don’t know if I have it in me. It’s been so long since I studied. Lying down on my back and letting a man hump me is so much easier, even if it’s the lowest of low jobs.”



“There is no shame in what you do.” He covered her hand with his. “You’re not killing someone or defrauding people. Don’t ever let anyone make you feel bad about what you do. Hold your head high and be proud of who you are. What you have faced and survived is more than what most of these men can claim.”



Much to his surprise, tears filled her eyes. “No one has ever said something so sweet to me. Thank you.”



Nick pulled his hand away. He meant what he said. He’d seen many girls who got trapped into prostitution and most of them didn’t have the desire or the will to make their escape from that life. But she wanted something different. Despite the abuse she suffered, Gabby still had fire in her heart. He saw it. And he wanted to nourish that flame so that she could do better. If he could help her fight her way out of this muck, it would be a privilege.



She was a flower who could bloom if given the right nourishment. And he wanted to be the man to do so. This had nothing to do with his desire to have her squirm under him (although of course, he did want that), but he genuinely wanted to support her.



Price came over. “Another dance, princess?”



She swung her silky hair. “Sure.”



As they moved on to the dance floor, Nick got back to his beer. Willow sauntered over. “You got your eyes on the girl, haven’t you?”



She knew him too well. “I do.”



“Then make a move before someone else does.”



“This is different, Willow. I need to take it slow.”



She leaned forward. “A turtle moves at a faster speed than you, boy. This one is a keeper. She is hardworking, honest, and gutsy, and that’s more than I can say for most of the girls who come through here.”



He agreed with her. She was right. But still he didn’t want to take a hard plunge just yet. He wasn’t ready for it. And something told him that when he hopped into the sack with Gabby, sparks would fly. “Yeah!” he nursed the beer as he watched her dance with Price.



She had some good moves, that girl!



He admired the way her body swung and shook. He longed to take her into his arms and make wild, passionate love to her. But not right now. There were other matters that needed his considerable attention and he wanted to focus on one thing at a time.



But yeah, Gabby was on his mind. And soon, he would move with her in the right direction.



But his first priority was to find the snitch that dared to mess with their club, and when he got his hands on the traitor, the culprit would scream for mercy and Nick wouldn’t grant it. No one messed with his family and got away with it. He didn’t care who it was. Whoever it was would pay the price for putting two of their men in jail.



Nick was gunning for a fight. And he hoped that soon he would have the chance to vent the temper that simmered deep in his heart.



Soon! Very soon! But until then, he could be patient.



Revenge was a dish served cold, or so he heard. And Nick was going to discover if there was any truth in that old saying.





CHAPTER FOUR



Price was a good-looking man. As he swung her about on the dance floor, Gabby felt giddy with laughter. She was high, no doubt about it. The weed was too strong, and the little pill she popped made her feel as if she was tingling with liquid joy. She didn’t do drugs often even though in her line of work she got plenty of opportunities. If she wasn’t so dejected about the rejections she got, she wouldn’t have done it even now.



But if this was her life, she wanted to suck all the happiness out of any light moment. And this was the best way to go about it.



Sure, Nick could talk about education, but it was only a distant hope. Who the hell would give a job to a former hooker even if she let go of that life? And as he said, there was no shame in what she did. The shame belonged to those who thrust her in this situation. Joseph was the culprit, and if he felt no guilt or remorse, why should she harbor any?



As the crowd thinned, Price pulled her into a corner. Holding her against the pinball machine that didn’t work, he nuzzled her neck.



“You’re hot, baby!”



She smiled. Through the thin strip of mirrored glass that hung on the wall at her eye level, she could see part of the bar. Nick was talking to Willow. She cast her gaze away. He offered too much hope, and she was afraid to take it. If things didn’t pan out as he said, she would be severely disappointed.



Price’s lips claimed hers. Vaguely, she was aware that a couple danced behind them, but the narrow, rectangular machine afforded them some privacy. And there weren’t that many people left in the clubhouse. It was late, probably close to midnight. She kissed him, feeling the familiar urges of desire careen through her system. The drugs made it more potent than ever before.



When Price’s hands fiddled with the buttons on her shirt, she allowed him to feast his eyes on her bra-clad breasts. His rough and greedy hands cupped her globules and squeezed them. “Damn it! You’re the best, baby!”



He probably said this to all the women he screwed. But Gabby was in the mood to listen to his words and take them at face value. She needed this small bit of happiness as much as she required the air that filled her lungs. Even though she was a hooker, she was a damn fine one.



The drugs that burned and sizzled through her senses made her feel invincible, beautiful.



His tongue thrust inside to taste her mouth, and she engaged him with hers. The erotic dance appeared to heighten Price’s need because he pushed his hips against hers, his penis poking hard into her abdomen.



He wanted her.



And she wanted a taste of heaven.



Why did it always have to be the way the man wanted?



Sometimes, she could also express her own desires.



She shoved her hand inside his shirt and felt his muscles ripple under her fingertips. His skin was warm and smooth and when she rested her hand on his chest, she felt the beat of his heart. It was fast and steady. As if sensing her longing, he stepped away and took off his shirt. Her eyes feasted on his ripped abs and the hard lines and angles of his body. When his fingers fiddled with the button of his jeans, she should’ve put a stop to it, maybe urged him to join her upstairs, but the drugs made her feel reckless.



This was an adventure.



For the first time, she controlled how and when they had sex.



For a hooker, there could be no bigger freedom than that.



Gabby’s tongue pierced out to lick her bottom lip. Her loins ached with a strange need. Moisture pooled in the juncture between her thighs. She shrugged out of her shirt as he dropped his jeans and boxers and stepped away from them.



His cock thrust out from between the curls that guarded it.



Was someone watching them?



Of course, those who were present knew what was going on although they couldn’t see anything much due to the machine that blocked the view. The way she felt, everyone could have stood around them, and she wouldn’t have cared.



Price ran his hands up her narrow waist to cup her breasts. His fingers slipped back and unhooked her bra. He lowered it down over one shoulder, his eyes fixed on the firm, smooth mound that popped out of the satiny confines. Bending his head, he took the hard bud between his lips. Gabby got rid of the bra and speared her fingers through his thick hair as she leaned back. It felt so right. His fingers captured the nub and he rolled it hard. A tingle of pain coupled with waves of desire. Coils of red-hot need twisted through her nerves and veins and set her on fire. She gasped. Gabby closed her eyes as he sucked and caressed her nipples. His penis poked into her stomach and she reached down to grab it.



He moaned.



Gabby laughed with happiness. He was hers. For the first time, she actually felt as if she was in control. He was doing whatever she wanted. It felt fucking unbelievable. When she bent between his legs, he muttered a protest – but she wanted it her way.



No one could stand between her and what she desired right now.



Gabby’s tongue flicked out to touch the tip of his cock. Even though he’d been hesitant before, the simple gesture was enough to entice him. While she put her hands on his hips to steady herself, he opened his legs so that she could have better access. Gabby took her time. She inhaled, taking in the strong, sweet odor that enveloped him. Gently, she cupped his balls. First, she played with them. His fingers clutched her hair, pulled, but she refused to move.



This was what she wanted.



And for once, she was going to do it her way.



Her tongue slipped over his blood-engorged balls. He gasped. She nibbled her way up to the tip of his cock and felt the organ push against her mouth. Opening her lips, she took in the hard shaft deep inside her throat. Gabby sucked at his cock with gusto while he sweated over her. His hands tugged her hair, but she held on, enjoying the erotic moment. His cock throbbed in her mouth. She fondled his dick, taking pleasure in his deep grunts and the way his muscles jerked under her fingers.