“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.