Beth and Katie are twin sisters, identical really, but they do have some slight differences. The main being their hair color. Beth has white blonde hair where Katie has darker brunette hair.
“Like we could stop them. He has them spoiled rotten.” Katie sighs.
“They’re so cute, you can’t hardly stop from it,” I tell her.
“You say cute now, wait until this weekend is over,” Aunt Beth says.
“I’m excited about it.”
“Come on, let’s get you out of here before the boys start partying a little too much.”
“Aunt Beth, I am eighteen. I’m not exactly innocent,” I tell her a little annoyed. For over two years, people have been sheltering me from real life, and before that I didn’t get to have a life. It’s frustrating as hell. You would think when your grandfather is the President of one of the biggest motorcycle clubs around I’d be able to spread my wings—at least a little.
“Sweetheart, trust me. Some things you don’t need to see,” she says. I sigh, looking at Katie. She shrugs, as if to say whatever, and I guess that’s all I can say. I follow them out of the room. I look over my shoulder at the man from earlier. He’s sitting now, but he’s looking right at me. Butterflies are fluttering in my stomach, and I bite my lower lip, wishing I could stay…
Near him.
Chapter Three
Jax
“Who is she?”
“She’s Viper’s offspring,” Briar informs me.
“Viper’s? You’re fucking shitting me.” Isn’t that the fucking luck I’d have?
“Nope. The old man Tucker has raised her the last couple years. She’s gotten pretty close to Katie and Beth. She’s here for the birthday party.”
“Tucker let a sweet young thing like that loose in the Devil’s Blaze compound?” I can’t believe it.
“She’s under Skull’s protection.” He knocks his bottle back downing the rest of his beer.
“Fuck,” I say, feeling like I’m repeating myself, but that’s about as much as my brain can process—probably because all the fucking blood is pounding in my cock. Damn, she’s a looker, and when her eyes met mine, I just got this feeling. I can’t explain it, but the way she looked back at me told me she felt it too.
“Yeah, and if that’s not enough reason to stay away from her, you know, just in case you needed it.” I flip him off, but he’s not wrong I do need it. Hell, I’m still debating whether to hunt her down now. “She’s still in high school.”
“You’re shitting me.” I feel like a broken record here, repeating the same lines.
Briar holds his left hand up. “Hand to God.”
“Thought you were an atheist?”
“On some days. Facts don’t change though. That girl is as off limits as they come.”
“Yeah, guess so.” I shrug.
He holds his empty bottle up, signaling for another. “Denise is eyeing you. Go get your rocks off there. She’s a good girl.”
My eyes go to the blonde at the bar. Briar’s right. She’s a decent girl. I like her, and when I decide to use a club girl, she’s the one I always seek out. I even think about it right now, but she’s not who I want. Not even close. My mind and my cock are concentrating on a beautiful girl with cherry red lips and wondering if that juicy mouth tastes as sweet as it appears.
“Nah, man, I think I’m done for the night. I’m going to go shower and hit the bed. My dick’s too tired to party tonight anyways,” I lie. The fucker feels like he could go for days right now.
“Damn. I hope I never get that old.”
I don’t respond. Instead, I head to my room feeling older with each step. My brothers don’t know how lucky they’ve got it. Coming home to one woman and not having to deal with bullshit. Well, maybe they do. Skull and Torch, hell even Sabre and Latch seem pussy whipped and happy to be that way. The bastards were lucky. In my forty years, I can’t say there’s been one woman who stands out. It’s fucking sad. The women I’ve had, are just that. Women I’ve had. A sea of faces, and I can’t recall one clearly. Not a damn one.
Kicking off my boots, I crash back on the bed, clothes and all. I reach over on the bedside table and grab a half bottle of Jack, downing a couple drinks before I put it back. I let the burn settle and close my eyes. I’ll shower tomorrow. Maybe tomorrow I’ll feel better.
It doesn’t surprise me that when I close my eyes the first thing I see is the girl from before. It does surprise me that I don’t even try to fight it. Instead, I let myself dream of fucking her hard all night long. Hell, instead of feeling guilt, in one part of the dream I’m pretty sure I’m fucking her up against a school bus. Her perfect ‘C’ cup breasts are pressing against my chest, and her legs are wrapped around me as I pound into her, filling her completely. Jesus Christ, I’m a bastard.