When I woke up, it was to rays of sunshine beating on my face. I looked around the room and quickly realized I'd broken my own rule. I'd slept over. Lying beside Lucy hadn't just been nice, it felt damn comfortable, like home. I remembered waking her up sometime in the darkness of the night and fucking her again. She'd been so beautiful with the moonlight shining into her room.
"Hey, you're awake." Lucy's soft voice came from the bathroom doorway. She stood with her short hair brushed back from her face, still wet from her shower it dripped onto her shoulders. The towel she clutched in front of her covered everything I wanted to see, but I didn't make her drop it. I needed to get the hell out of there, I'd already overstayed.
"Yeah. That sun's brutal." I jerked a thumb at her window and rolled out of bed. I could feel her eyes on me as I walked naked around her room, looking for my jeans. I was used to women getting their fill of me, I didn't spend all those hours at the gym just because I wanted to be healthy.
"You get used it." She stepped around me while I pulled my jeans on and went to her closet.
I watched her as she pulled a floral printed spring dress from her closet. She kept her back to me, as she dropped the towel. I only got a quick glimpse of her beautiful ass before the dress slipped over her head and covered her again. She scooped up the towel and tossed it onto the bed.
"Plans for today?" I asked, not knowing why I would. I was out of my element. No girl stayed for morning chat, and I sure as hell never had.
"Nothing exciting." She shrugged. I saw her glance my way, but kept her gaze guarded. The fire wasn't alive in her eyes anymore, a sadness had crept in.
"How'd you end up with the Disciples? You don't look like their usual type." I pulled on my boots while watching her brush her hair at the dresser, still keeping her eyes off me.
"A friend of mine was dating Marcus."
"Was dating?"
"They broke up." She looked at me then, through the reflection of the mirror. "He wouldn't stop sticking his dick in anything that moved, and she wanted better." I could see the accusation sitting in her gaze. There was no love for the MC in her eyes. What the fuck was she doing there then?
"You know, club..uh … girls don't have stick around if they don't want. They aren't patched. Why didn't you go with your friend?" I slid my arms into my cut, adjusting the fit and staring at her in the reflection. A soft blush crept up her neck and she broke our stare, looking out the window.
"I'm no club whore." She whispered. "They have choices."
What the fuck did that mean? Before I could question her more, a knock on her door interrupted me. She unlocked it and had a quiet conversation with whoever was on the other side of it. When she turned back to me, with the door closed again, her face had paled slightly. She rebounded quick, though, pushing her chin up and squaring her shoulders.
"So where's your friend now? She just left you behind?" My question caught her off guard, she took a moment to think about what I was asking her.
"She's gone." A wet lock of hair fell into her face and she tucked it back behind her ear. She looked so soft compared to the night before. Her makeup had been washed off, and only the minimal amount re-applied. Her eyes settled on him, but I could see her mind was wandering off elsewhere.
"What do you mean, gone." I walked over to her, running my fingers through my own hair to settle it down around my ears.
"I mean gone. Dead." Her voice told me more than her words did. She'd crossed Marcus, had told him no. Was Lucy afraid the same would happen to her if she didn't stick around? I'd heard rumors the Disciples like to traffic sex workers, bring over young girls from across the border and having them work in their strip clubs to pay off their debt. Lucy obviously didn't come from down south. Her pale skin and freckled complexion spoke of a European ancestry, not Mexican.
"I'm sorry." I laid a hand on her shoulder. I meant it. She looked shook up, either by our conversation or whatever the person at the door had to say. Her chest heaved as she took a deep breath, and then brought those beautiful brown eyes to mine. "How long ago?"
"Two months." She shook her head, as if that would rid herself of the memories she didn't want. I cupped her chin, making her look at me. Such soft features did not belong in a hell hole like the Disciples clubhouse.
I didn't speak, only brought my lips down on her. I don't know what made me do it. Her sad look, the way she looked so innocent in her summer dress. All I knew is I needed to taste her. I hadn't taken the time the night before, but I was going to take it now. She didn't resist me, she melted. I moved closer, pressing my body against hers, cradling her face in my hands. Fuck, her lips tasted like cherries, sweet cherry pie. Why did everything about her remind of me something wholesome and pure? I heard her moan, it was small, almost lost in the sound of my thumb rubbing her cheek. I pushed my tongue past her lips, and she opened for me sweetly. Her hands found their way up to my arms, holding the sleeves of my shirt, but not pushing me away. I commanded her at that moment, I owned her.
When I finally dragged myself away, I looked down at her dazed eyes and smiled. "What was that for?" She asked, breathless.
"I wanted to." I released her and turned away, feeling like a stupid teenager hiding a boner. My body wanted her again, hell all of me wanted her again. And again.
"You always just do what you want?" She questioned me as I pulled out my wallet. Her eyes darted from me to my hands and they darkened. Like a fast approaching storm that I couldn't get away from. "I don't want your fucking money." She spat at me.
I looked up at her with some bewilderment. "I'm not paying you." I found myself defending myself. I held up the wallet. "Just checking my funds, I'm hungry and want breakfast."
Another blush covered her face, contrasting the patch of freckles over her nose. "Oh."
"Do you wanna join me?" I heard myself ask the question, but I swear my brain hadn't thought of it. She shook her head.
"No. Thanks, but I have a lot to do today." She picked up her purse from the dresser and motioned to the door. "I can walk you out."
"No need. I have to see Jayson anyway real quick." I had planned on calling him anyway, but my ass was still in his clubhouse it would make it easier. She just nodded and opened the door. We walked down the hall and into the large lounge area. A few bodies were moving around, but not much. She gave me a little wave, scanned the room with her eyes, and ducked out a side door.
I've been fucking biker whores for a damn near a decade, and that girl was no biker whore.
CHAPTER FOUR
LUCY
What the fuck was I thinking!? Mason Day was nothing but trouble, and I'd let him spend the night in my bed. He wasn't the first guy Jayson threw my way to "entertain", but none of them had made it out of the bathroom before I had their clothes in hand and the door open for their exit. At the time, I just chalked it up to exhaustion. Spending ten hours on my feet working the bar had taken its toll. But if I were going to be honest with myself, I would have to admit I didn't want that man to leave.
He'd been so in control, so dominating, I couldn't stop myself from obeying all of his commands. What started out as a quick fuck to work off some of my debt, turned into something else entirely before he was through with me. His eyes. I'd never seen such a dark shade of blue before, and when he put them on me, I thought my skin was going to burst into flames.
I can't say his cockiness was unlike other bikers, but it was deeper. He wasn't' covering up for some inadequacy or trying to be a show-off. He took possession of the room when he entered it, my room included. I had no chance once he'd stepped into my bedroom.
And that kiss. I needed to forget that kiss. It was dangerous to think about something that felt so intimate, so real. I need to focus on my plan. I needed to figure out a way to get a second job, one that Jayson didn't control. Between my earnings at the club and my own job, I could pay him off even faster. So I probably wouldn't sleep for the next few months, I could sleep after. In my own bed. In my own apartment, where men didn't pound down my door after having too much beer and didn't have enough cash in their pocket to stumble over to the whorehouse next door.