Outlaw's Vow: Grizzlies MC Romance(22)

Blackjack didn't allow the hard shit since we'd cleaned this club up, and everybody agreed with the Prez. I balled my fists, ready to burst into the room and run her the fuck outta the clubhouse.

But the loud, sexy moan bursting out her lips stopped me in my tracks. She arched her back suddenly, panting and moaning, purring like a fucking jet engine as she came.

Somebody else moved under the covers.

Stryker's hands pushed her off his face, grinning from ear to ear, his mouth slick with the juice her pussy left behind. I turned away with a growl, suppressing the hard-on banging in my jeans.

“Asphalt? What the fuck you doing back here?”

I didn't answer. Just turned and slammed the door shut behind me, walking out to the garages, not even bothering to check for free chicks in the other rooms.

Seeing him making that bitch squirm reminded me of everything I'd lost in this goddamned sham marriage. I hadn't gotten any appreciation so far, and I sure as shit hadn't gotten laid.

My brother looked happy when he reared up after having his tongue inside her. He'd be happier in a few more minutes when he went balls deep, railing that slut to the headboard 'til she screamed and milked his dick for all her whore ass was worth.

I couldn't do it. Sure, I could fuck 'em, but what the hell good would it do?

My cock pulsed lightning, hard as solid granite, begging for a tight, warm hole to fill for the night. It'd been at least a solid week since I'd pounded my last slut deep into the mattress.

I thought about her and snorted, amazed how freely I could fuck and drink just a week ago. I had her all to myself, this little country bumpkin who'd come into Redding just for Grizzlies cock. I pulled her short blonde hair and pinched her tits rough, half the size of Elle's, shoving her lipstick smeared lips down on my cock when I blew my second load down her throat.

First one, I'd fucked straight into her, emptying my balls in the condom. Had to check it after to make sure I hadn't split the rubber from slamming her loose cunt.

I'd been a mean, angry fuck during the best of times. Now?

I wouldn't even smile. I wouldn't take any joy winding faceless sluts up and making 'em come themselves blind. Not when the only woman I could fuck without blowing a gasket was still at the lodge, sleeping off her nightmare, this arranged marriage to me.

I had to go. I had to blow the clubhouse without a second glance 'til the Tacoma charter was under our control.

Stopping by the storeroom, I grabbed a few extra beers for the road and walked to my bike. I pulled out a smoke – a luxury I'd gone light on the past few years to help my lungs – lit it up and stared at the sky 'til the buzz of Jack wore off.

The stars yawned high and wild. I'd seen a similar sky that first night I'd crushed my lips to hers, back when we were two dumb kids with dreams as different as yin and yang.

She wanted to take the world by the balls, prove being a club princess wasn't all she could do. I just wanted to ride and fuck my way to the top of this MC, line my cut with a few more patches earned in blood, sweat, and playing hero.

I snorted and stubbed out my cigarette when it wore down, thinking about the bitter irony we shared. We'd both tried to escape the black holes trying so hard to swallow us, chew us up, and shit us back out.

She'd run away from the club. I'd gotten as far as I could from Tacoma, Gil and the rest of those bastards. They'd have never given me my bottom rocker if I hadn't met Blackjack.

I'd fought side-by-side with the old man when he was California's chief Enforcer, back when he had pull with Fang, enough to bust Gil's balls 'til they made me a brother with full voting rights.

As for Elle, she'd fought her own battles, shit I didn't even know about. Had we both lost, being sucked right back into the worlds we'd clawed our way out of?

No. No fucking way.

I wouldn't allow it. I climbed on my bike and let the engine roar, riding hard toward the gate. Those bars peeling open exposed the road to a whole new world, hard and promising as anything I'd ever seen.

This job wasn't gonna be easy. Shit, marriage wasn't by definition, especially when I'd shacked up with an old almost-flame who still hated my ass.

Let her fucking hate. Let her moan. Let her do everything in her power to push me away and curse the ground she walked on for this miserable fate.

I couldn't scrape the black, hateful tar outta her heart, but I could damn sure set us both free. And by the time I got through with those sorry sonsofbitches in Tacoma, I'd hear my Ell-Bell ring like brass clanging up in a church steeple.



“Holy shit. What're you doing here? Get off me, Asphalt. Get. Off!”

She elbowed me hard in the gut. I groaned awake, rubbed my eyes, and flopped over on the bed. I'd gotten in late, after I'd sucked down another beer in the lodge parking lot. Found her sleeping like the dead.