Hell's Viper (Hell's March MC Book 1), page 13
“You should bring them some drinks, like a nice bartender.” Cruz continues to fan the flames of my irritation as Chip readies the fucking gasoline by turning his sole attention to the assassin.
He was on his knees for me last week, but that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t fall on his knees for her too, and by the way he’s looking at her, it’s clear he’d eat her alive if she gave him the chance.
My stomach burns as my jaw pulses, the clenching of my teeth shooting arcs of pain throughout my skull. He’ll have to choose between us because I don’t share. I see how Genevieve Varga has a line of men behind her, and I’m glad that they’re so fucking happy, but that will never be me. I’m from an older generation, one that shamed anything unconventional and hid sexuality like it was the plague. Tolerance is one thing, but when it comes to what’s mine, I don’t want to consider these poly relationships or anything like that. What’s mine is only mine.
“You look like a hangry Grizzly Bear.” My eyes snap back to Cruz and I release my breath in a huff.
“You’re still here?” I throw the towel over my shoulder and force myself to stand in front of him, blocking Chip and Delia’s conversation from my sight.
“I’m fucking thirsty!” he exclaims as his palm hits the bar. “This is the worst service—”
My towel slapping against his face shuts him up as I grab a glass and fill it with his usual. Tequila. “Drink and shut the fuck up.”
“Yes, sir,” he murmurs as he brings the glass to his mouth, making my cock perk up at the title. He smirks as if he knows exactly what he’s done and takes a large gulp from his glass. “We met the Sharp Teeth assholes out in Nevada and they gave me a name.”
“Los Dientes Afilados?” I ask as I wipe down the bartop, refusing the urge to check out Chip and Delia.
“Yeah, them. They have all these names for the brothers there and they gave me one.” His eyes shine with pride as he takes another drink. “Muffin.”
“Pardon?” I stop wiping down the counter and give him a confused look before peeking over my shoulder toward the shelf. “You know I don’t got no fucking muffins.”
“No.” He leans forward on the bar, his smile growing. “That’s my name.”
“You’re proud to tell me that they named you after a breakfast staple?” I hold in my laughter as I shake my head. “Not even something hearty. They named you after a plain cake in paper wrapping.”
“You’re just jealous.” He waves me off. “Trust me, I get it. You probably wouldn’t even get a new name. Unless they called you Boulders for how much built-up cum is in that sac.”
He downs the rest of his tequila and stands, his arrogant expression threatening to snap the last vestiges of my restraint. “Probably smart if you fucked off for a while.”
“Yeah, I know.” He blows me a kiss, then walks straight up to Delia and Chip, who have moved closer to each other on the couch. With one final look in my direction, he bends down between them and rests his hand on Delia’s shoulder. A few moments later, she’s standing and following him to the club’s door as Chip makes his way to the bar. You’re welcome, Cruz mouths before he and Delia disappear outside.
“Cruz said something about you needing some help moving boulders?” Chip asks as he steps up to the bar, his eyebrows dipping low over his eyes with confusion.
“Your first mistake was believing anything that idiot had to say, and your second was talking to me after what you did the other night.” As soon as the words are out of my mouth, I want to somehow reel them back in. I sound like a whining brat.
“I have a heart, Rockz,” he begins, his hands gripping the edge of the bar. “If I don’t protect it, who will?”
“Delia?” I snap out, her name spoken with a sharp edge as I stride out from behind the bar.
“I like her,” he admits, making my heart crash into my stomach. I stop and stand in front of him, my hands itching to reach out and grab him while acid sears its way up into my chest.
“So does Ajani, Cruz, and Davis.” It’s a low blow, calling out the men who have found themselves entrapped in The Viper’s snare, but I’m running out of cards to play.
He shrugs and looks over my shoulder at the clock on the wall. “I should head back to the clubhouse.” He moves to turn away from me, but I reach out and grab his arm, my fingers latching on tightly.
“Not yet. Can we talk?” I’ve never chased anyone before. Mind you, I never had the opportunity until now. Harrison chased me and I gave in too quickly to even consider it a chase, and after him, I’ve just been numb inside.
Until Chip.
“Yeah.” He nods as his eyes flick over my face, making me wonder what he sees there that makes him give in to me so fast.
He follows me to my room, and when I open the door this time, the picture of Harrison is missing. His eyes zoom right into the table, searching for it as his eyebrows shoot up with surprise. It was the second most painful thing I have ever done, the first being those first breaths I forced myself to take after his death, but I wrapped that frame in kraft paper and put it in a box in my closet.
Chip was right. If I want him to choose me, it means I have to choose him too.
Thankfully he doesn’t ask about the photo as he walks to my bed and takes a seat, his hands linking together in his lap. “You’re right,” I tell him as his head comes up to look at me. “I was using you in a way. It’s been a very long time since I’ve even put myself out there to be with someone else.” His eyes move again to look at my bedside table, then back to me. “I was afraid to even consider putting myself out there, but I’m willing to try if you’ll have the patience to try with me as well.”
The photo of Harrison is missing.
What does that mean? Did he put it somewhere else?
Rockz is saying everything I’ve been wanting to hear, but could it be too late? Seeing Delia today knocked my attraction for her into overdrive, and while we were talking, I asked her out to dinner tomorrow night. Surprisingly she agreed, but only after she picks her friend up from the airport.
So sitting here and having this conversation with Rockz feels wrong, and when I open my mouth to tell him everything, he begins to speak again.
“I’m not blind. I can see you have a thing for Montez’s little sister, and I’ll have my work cut out for me to prove I’m the better fit.” He comes to stand in front of me and my legs widen automatically of their own accord, giving him the space to come closer. “Will you give me the chance to prove I’m the better fit?” His hand locks around my chin as he forces my face up, our eyes clashing as his words dawn on me.
“You want to fuck me?” blurts from my mouth as shock tears through me, and a sadistic smile grows along his lips. “Now?”
“You busy?” He quirks a brow and releases my chin as my heart begins to race and my cock hardens in my pants. “Got a hot date I need to prevent you from attending?”
His hands move to the button on his jeans and my eyes follow, noticing the large swell at the fly. Images of his cock race through my memory, the spikes making his length a fucking weapon. “The spikes…”
“I changed them out after you left the other night.” He grips himself through his pants, squeezing his dangerous cock. “Nice, safe bars.”
“We’re just going to fuck and then what, Rockz?” I can’t move my eyes from his fingers as he slowly undoes his button and lowers the zipper. He’s wearing black boxer briefs, the front tenting forward as his cock is freed from the confines of his jeans.
“I’ll give you a taste of what you could have, and if you’re still in my bed come morning, you’ve made your decision.” He pulls his shirt off over his head, revealing a chest covered in tattoos and the March’s ram skull dead center.
Dark hair covers his pecs and scatters down over his abs, gathering toward a dark happy trail leading into his boxers. My mouth waters at the sight of him, all hard edges and covered in ink. He kicks his boots aside, then his jeans, and stands in front of me in nothing but his underwear, his devilish hand still stroking his cock through the fabric.
How the fuck do I say no to that?
Pulling my shirt over my head, I give in to my desire instead of listening further to the warnings in my head. Then I throw my shirt to the floor as Rockz places his hand on my chest, easing me down onto the bed. He’s dominant, overbearing, and so fucking hot. I like letting him take over and I want to watch him completely ravish me this time.
He yanks on the drawstring of my sweats, then hauls them down over my thighs, forcing me to lift my ass, and hard cock, into the air as he removes them completely. I’m down to just my briefs and lying on the bed as Rockz slips his fingers into the waistband of his underwear and pulls them off, his cock springing forward. Once he’s kicked aside the last of his clothing, he stands in front of me, his hand wrapping around his cock as he grins.
Six bars.
Rockz has six bars running up from the base of his cock to the tip and it makes my ass clench in anticipation. And maybe a little hesitation. I’ve never experienced that before, but for the most part, my sex life has been pretty vanilla. That is until I had his cock in my mouth as the spikes ripped through the soft flesh. It was all worth it though.
“Take those off.” He points to my briefs as he opens his bedside table and pulls out a single condom and lube. It’s clear I won’t be fucking him today, and that’s okay because we have time for that.
I do as he demands and pull off my underwear, throwing it to the floor at his feet. “What now?”
“Shh.” He shushes me as he reaches beneath his cock to grab his sac. “Bend your knees and put your feet on the bed. I want to see your asshole. Then stroke your dick. Nice and slow.”
Fuck. No one has ever spoken to me like that in the bedroom, and with every one of his demands, my body moves of its own accord, following his instructions to a T. I want to please him, and in doing so, I’m fucking pleasing myself.
“That hole is real pretty,” he croons as his eyes flick from my hole to my hand wrapped around my cock. He continues to stroke his length, the tip leaking precum as he squeezes.
Then he falls to his knees beside the bed and between my legs, his eyes riveted on my movement as he leans forward and sucks on my thigh. My hips jerk upward as I moan, his hand slapping against my other thigh to hold me in place. Rockz drags his mouth slowly up toward my cock as my hand falls away and curls into the bedspread. I want his mouth on my cock so fucking badly.
He sucks on the flesh where my thigh meets my groin, his tongue flicking out and hitting my sac. “Fuck!” I hiss as his head pops up, his face filled with a reprimanding expression. I bite my lower lip as he sinks back down, his hand still gripping my thigh as the other wraps around my cock. Air hisses through my teeth as he gives me a sharp stroke, then his mouth is on my balls.
As he pays attention to my sac, his hand works over my length as I squirm on the bed, needing just a little more. “You want to come in my mouth, kid?” I don’t know if I’m allowed to answer him or not, but it doesn’t matter as he licks the tip of my cock, making me suck in a breath.
Before I can recover, he has my shaft in his mouth as the head nestles in his throat. His mouth completely envelopes me in warmth, his throat working and clenching around me. Rockz sets a rhythm and I know I won’t last long at all. It’s been too long since someone has done this and even longer where they were this good at it.
When his other hand moves from my thigh to my balls, they tighten, and the last string of my restraint snaps as I crest over the edge and come so fucking hard down his throat. Every muscle tightens as my cock jerks inside his mouth, and he drinks it all up, swallowing every drop.
My body sinks into the mattress, completely spent and lax, until I hear the rip of a condom wrapper. I almost want to refuse him, wondering if I will even survive this night, but when I open my eyes to look at him, he’s running that condom over every bump of his piercings.
There’s no stopping it now because I need to feel it all.
Rockz opens the lube next and spreads it liberally over his cock, the condom glistening with it in the lamplight of his bedside table. He throws the tube onto the bed and motions to it with his chin. “Spread it on that pretty hole for me and make sure you work it in.”
With nervous, shaking hands, I grab the tube and squirt a little on my fingertips when his tsk has me pausing. “More than that,” he instructs as I swallow thickly.
I squeeze a generous amount out and reach down between my legs, swiping the cool liquid along my asshole. My muscles clench as he watches closely, his eyes darkening with dangerous intentions. This is going to hurt so good, I know it.
“Inside too.” He drops to the bed, crawling between my legs and licking those luscious lips. “That’s it.”
Once I’m thoroughly lubricated, he spreads my legs more, then pushes my knees up to my chest as he positions his cock to my ass. I try to breathe and relax, but when he works his massive head inside of me, the burn travels through me.
“Breathe out, kid,” he rasps as he pushes in farther.
Just when I think I can’t be stretched any more, he pushes past the first piercing, setting my ass on fire. I groan as he falls over me, his hands holding him up on either side of my head. With a few shallow thrusts, he pushes past two more piercings, putting him halfway inside me.
Pulling all the way out, his piercings drag against my sensitive flesh as the pain begins to subside and pleasure takes over. Then he’s slamming in as far as he can, five bumps worth. “Please,” I whine, my voice not sounding like my own. I don’t even know what I’m begging for as his lips meet my forehead in a sweet gesture.
“You can take it, baby,” he assures me as he pushes forward. “Just a little more. You’re taking my cock so well.”
His words have me relaxing as he bottoms out inside of me, his large cock stretching me to the point of pain. “God,” I moan as he drops his chest to mine and he chuckles.
“I’ll take it a little easy on you this time, kid,” he whispers against my mouth, his lips caressing me with each word. Apprehension quickly rolls through me at the thought of him not going easy next time.
My thoughts are banished when he begins to fuck me then, each thrust chasing the pain and bringing more pleasure in its place. Soon enough, I’m a writhing mess, and when he leans up to grab my waist in his hands, I become lost in the euphoric expression on his face.
I’m doing this to him, making him so lost in the pleasure of our coupling and proving that we could be something more than a casual fuck. The tendons of his neck protrude as sweat gathers along his brows, his jaw working as he attempts to hold on just a little longer. With one squeeze of my rear muscles around his shaft, he explodes in a flurry of curses as he comes, his cock jerking inside of me.
“Tight, little asshole,” he grits through his teeth as he jerks one final time, his hair hanging around his shoulders in luxurious waves. “Mine.”
Then he falls on top of me, my body taking his weight as his words warm my pounding heart. Maybe I am his.
Genni came with me to pick up Loralee from the airport, her Steel Dragon cut drawing the attention of everyone around us. “Did you have to wear that to the airport?” I huff as we all get into my car. My freshly cleaned car, thanks to the brothers of Hell’s March.
“I wear it everywhere I go,” Genni retorts as Loralee watches us with a mixture of awe and amusement.
The moment she saw Genni and her President’s badge, her eyes nearly bugged out of her head. “Get it out now, Lora,” I snark as I start the car, my eyes finding hers in the rearview mirror.
“She’s a motorcycle club President. A woman! That’s unheard of!” she exclaims as though she’s been holding it in for too long.
“Genni Varga is in a league of her own and she’s earned it,” I say, pride saturating my tone, and I mean every word of it.
“Says The Viper,” Genni replies, slapping my shoulder as I turn out into traffic. “We’re not going back to the club right away, are we?”
My eyes flick to her then back to the road as I shrug my shoulders. “What do you want to do?”
“Day drink,” Loralee cuts in as Genni laughs. “I just left behind Willy Wonka and the fucking Chocolate factory, I need a stiff drink,” Loralee growls as Genni and I fall into laughter.
“Chip serves up some great drinks,” I try to coax them as Genni shakes her head.
“He’s not at the club this morning. Actually, when I left Hell’s March last night, his van was still outside,” Genni reveals as my brows come together.
It was still there when I left and that was after Genni was done talking to Jaeger and left for the Dragons’ compound. “Interesting,” I murmur as I turn onto the main strip. “Let’s get a drink.”
“Or five,” Loralee adds on.
I pull into the paid parking lot and we get out to walk the strip, looking for a bar to have a drink in. We look strange together, to say the least. Genni’s in a cut, I’m wearing my trench, and Loralee is in a skirt suit. An expensive suit if the look of the material says anything.
“Armani,” Loralee says to me with a smile, catching me checking out her attire.
“That reporter’s salary must be nice.” Genni whistles.
“Nah. I mean, it’s all right, but my family is loaded.” Loralee shrugs her shoulders.
Warmth skates over me as the back of my neck grows hot, like someone is watching us, and just as I’m about to look over my shoulder, Genni grabs my forearm.
“Don’t look. Either of you. We’ve been followed since we left the airport. It’s why I didn’t want to go back to the club. I was hoping it was just a figment of my imagination but two men got out of a van back at the parking lot and they’ve been walking about a yard behind us this entire time.” She releases my arm as we all keep our nonchalant gaits. I’m disappointed in myself for not realizing it first, but thankful Genni did nonetheless.
“It’s probably because of me,” Loralee whispers as she curses under her breath.
