Property of Woods, page 8
A creak sounds from down the hallway.
Someone’s here.
Quietly, I open the dish towel drawer and slides open the secret panel where I keep a revolver. I listen, but don’t hear anything else until I get closer to the bedroom.
The moans start out low and grow louder with every passing second. What the fuck?
I flip on the light and what I see doesn’t really surprise me, but it sure as fuck pisses me off that it’s going down in my bed.
Dirty is in my bed with Kiki and Gabbie.
“Get your whores and take it somewhere else.”
“You gave my room away. Didn’t figure you’d mind. Unless you want me to share with that sweet piece you’ve got on the side. Gotta say, I didn’t think you had it in you. Your balls dropped, and you stopped being pussy whipped.”
I grab his jeans off the floor and throw them at him. He’s trying to provoke me, and I’m not taking the bait. He’s pissed at me because I got what he wanted. The President’s patch on my cut. It’s not my fault he fucked up, and I stepped up to the plate when Uncle Hoss could no longer ride.
“You can sleep in the guestroom on the pullout. We’ll figure out something else tomorrow, and don’t tell Faye you had them here. I’ll never hear the end of her jaws flapping if she finds out. And change the fucking sheets. I’m not sleeping in your fuckfest juices. They better be gone when I get back.”
He slaps Kiki on the ass, and she giggles.
Gabbie smiles at me. “You could join us.”
I don’t give her a reaction. Last place I’d stick my dick is in some skank that’s fucked every single man that’s walked through the clubhouse doors.
I grab my six-pack of ponies off the counter after putting my gun back in its hiding spot and trudge back toward the clubhouse. Jessika is sitting out front alone.
“Want to take a ride, butterfly?”
“You sure that’s a good idea?”
“I’ve had worse ones.”
“Okay.”
“C’mon.” I help her up with my free hand. The second our skin touches, all I want is to feel her naked body writhing against mine like the night we first met.
I put the beer in one of my saddlebags and drive us out to one of my favorite spots at the lake. Jessika’s arms around me just feel right. I can’t stay away from her, and I don’t want to. I’m a man who goes after what he wants. Faye and anyone else be damned.
We stroll down the worn dirt path I know like the back of my hand.
The moonlight glows over the secluded beach. Jessika smiles at me, and my fucking heart skips a beat. She’s too damn pretty for words. Golden hair, baby doll eyes. Sun kissed skin, peppered with light freckles that dust her shoulders. I spread out the blanket I keep rolled up on my bike to sit on and offer her a beer.
I think we both know I didn’t bring her out here to talk. Nervous energy crackles between us as her hand rests next to mine. I brush my thumb over her knuckles.
“It’s just like you described,” she notes.
“My own slice of heaven on earth. Used to come here to swim when I was a kid. My brother, Billy, is buried up there on the ridge.”
“You must miss him a lot. Low told me about the accident. I lost my little brother, too.” She tells me how he got into their mother’s drugs, and she went to prison for his death.
“That’s fucked up. Guess we both have some childhood trauma.” I clink the neck of my bottle against hers and take a long drink.
“And we’re both cheaters.” She laughs without humor.
“Do you regret it?”
“I know I’m supposed to say I feel shit about it. I hate that being with you means hurting someone I don’t even know.”
“My wife’s a cunt. She’s doesn’t love me.”
“There’s no excuse. What we did was wrong.”
“She gave me permission to fuck other people when out on the road. Technically, I didn’t cheat. I just chose not to tell her about it. There’s nothing wrong with the way you make me feel. Nothing wrong about how sweet you smell. How good you taste.”
“Woods,” she whispers my name as if it burns her tongue.
“Look at me.” Her gaze meets mine. “You’re mine, butterfly. None of the other bullshit matters. What matters is what we both feel in here.” I press my hand to her heart and bring my mouth down on hers, hard and unforgiving.
Jessika whimpers into my mouth and I’m a goner.
So is she.
Neither of us can resist the temptation of each other.
If being with her is wrong, then I never want to be right.
There’s nothing or no one to stop us.
Tonight she’s mine.
All mine.
Her soft, velvety tongue dances with mine.
Forbidden and tantalizing.
Fuck how I need her.
I kiss her hard and deep. There’s nothing gentle with my touch tonight. My movements are fevered with desire. I rip her tank top open, exposing her perfect tits. We undress each other, me exploring her luscious curves with my fingertips, her tracing the ink on my skin with the tip of her tongue.
Chapter Eleven
“Told you the next time you called me honey, it’d be with my head buried between your thighs, butterfly,” Woods practically growls at me as he goes down on me.
We’re ten shades of fucked up, but I can’t resist him. Can’t deny that despite the chaos and shambles my life is currently in, he’s the one constant that keeps me holding on.
That keeps me from falling into a pit of despair.
“Promise me that this is real. That when tomorrow comes, you won’t push me away and pretend that this…that we didn’t happen.”
“Does this feel real enough for you?” he pumps two fingers inside me, while sucking on my clit. My back arches up off the blanket in response.
He knows all the ways to touch me. When to be rough and when to go slow.
“Ah. I’m gonna…” my words end on my cry, my juices running down my thighs. He has me so wet. So crazed with lust.
“Hold that thought.” He slides up my body, lining up with my pussy. “If you’re going to come, I want it to be on my cock.”
I whimper beneath him as he thrusts his hips.
“Fuckin’ perfect. Pussy so tight.” He wraps an arm under my knee, hitching it up on his side as he fucks me deeper and harder.
His lips find mine in the dark, and I taste myself on his tongue when he kisses me.
“See how good you taste? Could eat your sweet cunt around the damn clock.”
Peppering kisses down my neck, he fondles my tits. Tweaking my nipples until they’re so taut and sensitive, it’s almost painful.
“Going to fuck these tits too,” he tells me, and I don’t know why I find the idea of it hot, but I do. “Going to take you every which way possible.” He flips me over onto my belly, face down, ass up, continuing his carnal assault on all my senses. Dragging his lips down my spine, while pinching my nipples as he fucks me, his scent is all around me. Every nerve in my body like a live wire ready to catch fire. I’ve never felt more alive.
“I’m divorcing Faye,” he tells me once we’re both sated.
“Because of me?”
He kisses the side of my head as he spoons me from behind. The glow of the moon illuminating us in the buff out in the wild. “For a lot of reasons, but yeah. You’re one of them.”
“But not the only.”
“Not the only but meeting you is giving me the push I need to get it over with. Been a long time coming.”
He maneuvers to loom over me, nudging my legs apart. “Enough talk about my soon to be ex-wife. I want to fuck you again.”
I smile, and he grins before he kisses me.
“Too bad you didn’t get to take part in the contest last night,” Madz tells me while buttering her toast.
“Probably wasn’t my brightest idea. Did those piercings hurt?” I ask her to take my mind off the fact that Woods could be telling his wife he wants a divorce right this very minute. He dropped me off here a few hours ago after we spent the night together at the lake. It took me forever to get all the leaves and dirt out of my hair from doing it on the forest floor three times. My thighs ache, but it’s a good ache. One that says I’ve been well loved.
Properly fucked.
“Oh. Um.”
“Sorry if that was rude of me to ask.”
Gabbie snorts. “There’s no room for hurt feelings at this table.”
“Or secrets,” Kiki adds on.
I never imagined I’d be sitting at breakfast with a group of girls who most would call a whore that are quickly becoming women I consider friends and rely on. They’ve welcomed me with open arms, but I remember Madz warning me about them. I can’t trust them not to stab me in the back if given a chance.
“Sleeping in the Prez’s bed. How did you manage that?” Gabbie prods.
“It’s not like that.” I take a sip of my coffee.
They all share a look.
“Girl, please. You can tell us. Sleeping with these men and being good at it is like our job. But no one, and I mean no one who has ever passed through these doors outside of Faye, has managed to fuck him. We want to know the secret of how you did the unthinkable.” Kiki slides her fruit bowl to me like its currency.
“There’s no secret. He’s not fucking me,” I lie.
“That’s not what I heard. Way I hear it is, Prez got pissed off at Meathead and barred him from the clubhouse for making a pass at you. Knocked his fucking teeth out for it,” Gabbie shares. “When has that ever happened in the history of ever?”
“Holy shit. You’re my new idol,” Kiki vows.
“You two spent the night with his brother. How was he?” Madz directs the conversation off me and I’m grateful. “He wasn’t here when I started hanging around the clubhouse. Color me curious.”
“He lives up to his name of liking it real dirty,” Kiki tells us. Going into graphic details about how he practically hammered her from behind while she went down on Gabbie. “He’s hung too. I’m talking…” She holds her hands up and Gabbie adjusts the space between them.
“Huge,” she mouths before cramming bacon into her mouth.
“Is Prez that big too? Since they are twins,” Gabbie asks, bringing all eyes back to me.
My cheeks redden. “I wouldn’t know.”
“Fucking liar.”
“Bullshit.”
“Girl, I don’t believe you.”
All three of them call me out and Kiki shoves at my shoulder, playfully.
“Don’t believe what?” Frenchie says as she saunters back into the kitchen.
“That Jessika here did the flowers for a Kardashian wedding when she was living in California.” Madz shoots me a look that says don’t say shit around Frenchie.
She’s an older woman with platinum hair and an ass you could balance a tea set on. She’s like their clubhouse caretaker or something.
“What’s a Kardashian?” She gives us all a confused look, and we all laugh.
“I’ve gotta go into town. You want to come with me?” Gabbie asks me.
I have no idea if I’m allowed to leave the house without Woods’ permission, but I’m a grown woman, and I can’t be expected to just sit here all the time. “Sure.”
“Meet me out front in about fifteen.” She clears her breakfast from the table and heads upstairs.
“Do you need any money?” Madz asks me once Kiki and Frenchie are gone.
“No, I’m good. Thank you though. Truly. You have no idea how much I appreciate you.”
“Just be careful. With the girls and with Woods. Faye is certifiably crazy. If she thinks you’re fucking her husband, she’ll come after you.”
“I’ve got bigger problems to worry about, but things with Woods are complicated. He’s…”
“Protective of you in a way he’s not with anyone else. He had Gray end that contest last night because he didn’t want you entering it. He may have made it appear it was because of Low, but it was about you.”
I finish my coffee without further comment on the subject. “I’ll catch you later. Do you need me to grab anything for you while we’re out?”
“No. But seriously, you can’t trust Gabbie. Don’t tell her anything. Especially about Woods.”
I nod. “I’ll be cautious.”
“Good. That bitch isn’t anyone’s friend.”
As I walk through the clubhouse, there’s not many people around. A couple of the old timers are shooting a game of pool and Rizz is cleaning up from the party. I don’t see Woods anywhere. He never told me directly that I can’t go anywhere. It’s not like I have a phone to text him and there’s no way in hell I’m knocking on his door. My luck, his wife would shoot me on sight and claim self-defense or something.
I grab the money Woods gave me last night from my room and meet Gabbie over by the garage.
“I’ve got an appointment to get my pussy waxed. My girl can probably squeeze you in if you want.”
“I’m good. I’ll probably just check out some stores nearby or something.”
“Cool. There’s a bookstore and a peddler’s mall that’s pretty neat.”
“Perfect.”
Devil’s Creek is exactly what you’d think when describing any small southern town. Lots of friendly faces. Clean streets. Small businesses. Nothing chain owned.
The kind of place you want to raise a family. There’s a small park with a gazebo in the town square. Flowers blooming everywhere you look. You’d never have thought there was a badass biker club that runs it.
Gabbie parked and told me she’d meet me back in her car in an hour. She gave me the key, giving me her trust and the opportunity to make a run for it. I could take her car and just go, but where? I have five -hundred dollars to my name and no one who gives a shit about me other than Woods and that could be because there’s something in it for him. Whether it’s money or Big Daddy owing him a favor, I don’t know.
It’s not like saving me gives Big Daddy anything other than making Gwynee happy. Which I’m grateful for. I wonder around the town, finding my way to the bookstore that Gabbie mentioned. I could get lost in here for hours. The décor is romantic and whimsy. Lots of roses, vines, decorate the front window display.
“Hi welcome to Enchanted Rose. Is there anything I can help you find today?” the bubbly voiced girl behind the counter asks me.
“Is this your store?”
“Yeah. Is it too much?”
“The décor?”
“I was going for romantic but not old lady. I didn’t want the sci-fi guys coming in and getting mad when they see I only stock romance books. We mostly carry special editions from independent authors. Most of my business comes from online, so I’m stoked that you came in. I’m Olivia, but everyone calls me Liv.”:
“Jessika. Most call me Jess.”
“Are you new to town or visiting? I’ve not seen you around before.”
“Visiting some friends.”
“Well, enjoy your visit and if I can help you find something, let me know.”
“Thanks, you too.” The second the words leave my mouth, I feel like an idiot.
Liv is polite enough to turn her head when she fights back her snicker.
I browse the shelves and pick up a few books from new to me authors. I might as well have something to do to pass the time later. At the peddler’s mall, I find a cute black messenger style bag for five bucks.
Gabbie is waiting by her car when I leave the coffee shop.
“I wasn’t sure what you’d like, but the guy working the counter said everyone loves the vanilla boba tea. Liv, the chick at the bookstore, recommended the coffee shop.”
“That was sweet. Thanks. Liv and the coffee guy. You’re making friends everywhere you go.” She laughs, tucking her dark hair behind her ear and taking a sip.
“Thanks for asking me to come. Starting over is hard. I feel like the new girl at school all over again.”
“That’s a really good way of describing it.”
We walk around the small park sipping on our drinks while she texts with someone. She keeps shooting me these sneaky smiles that are creeping me out.
“How long have you lived at the clubhouse?”
“I don’t stay there except for on the weekends. I work and go to school. The guys know how to party and they always have good booze and drugs. I know none of them will ever date me and it’s not like I want to be an ol’ lady. They use me. I use them. We both get what we want. Besides, I plan to marry rich and bikers spend all their money on their bikes. Not their women. Woods has Faye living in a barn, of all things.” She rolls her eyes and laughs.
I immediately don’t like Gabbie. She’s superficial.
“Are you ready to go? Foolish promised to take me for a ride today.”
“Yeah sure. It’s not like I have any big plans.”
“Did we just pass the turnoff for the clubhouse?”
“Oh yeah. I need to run one more errand. I have to meet my weed guy. It won’t take long, I swear. I would have told you, but I was afraid you’d say no. I hate meeting him alone. He tries to get favors from me for selling to me and he’s seriously gross. But if you’re with me, he won’t try anything.”
“Oh. Yeah, sure. No problem.” My stomach tenses and I get a terrible suspicion that she’s lying to me. I don’t know why, but my mind keeps reminding me of Madz telling me not to trust her.
She pulls down a dirt road that looks like it leads to the middle of nowhere and I worry that any moment now I’m going to hear banjos picking in the woods or seeing Skinwalkers or something. There’s no one out here.
She parks her car at a gate. “We’ve gotta walk the rest of the way. He has a hunting cabin he sells from.”
“Your weed guy lives in the woods?”
“This isn’t California, babes. This is the Ozarks.” She exits the car and when I don’t get out right away, she motions me to get on with it.
Reluctantly, I undo my seatbelt. We climb over the gate, and I feel like a criminal and like we shouldn’t be here. The grass on the other side of the gate is up to my knees.
“Are you sure this is where he lives?” I look around the woods that surround us.
