Chase: An MC Romance (Satan's Worshippers MC Book 2), page 1
CHASE
DARK MC SECOND CHANCE ROMANCE
SATAN’S WORSHIPPERS MC
BOOK 2
T.O. SMITH
Copyright ©August 2023 by T.O. Smith
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For Riley, my reason for everything that I do.
For every reader who has patiently been waiting for Chase’s story after reading Scorpion.
CONTENTS
Note from the Author:
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Satan’s Worshippers MC Book Three
Also by T.O. Smith
About the Author
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:
This book contains elements that some readers may not find enjoyable. These include MMC being with someone else during a split, graphic violence, murder, sexual assault, rape, and child abuse and neglect.
If any of the above is triggering for you, I advise against reading.
If you have any questions, please do not hesitate to reach out to me at authortosmith@gmail.com.
1
Chase
I grimaced as I took a sip of the coffee one of the guys had made. Judging by the taste of it, this was all Reese’s doing. Fucker couldn’t make a good pot of coffee to save his life. He made it so strong, it hurt my damn stomach. I didn’t know how anyone stomached this shit.
“Reese, I’m going to kick your ass,” I rumbled, pouring the coffee down the drain. No amount of sugar would help that. That shit was strong enough to fuel an elephant for the day.
“Can’t hang with the big boys, Chase?” he teased from his seat at the bar. He nodded his head toward the sink, where I was setting my now-empty mug. “You just wasted a perfectly good cup of coffee, by the way.”
I grunted and rolled my eyes, not bothering to reply. I was normally pretty chilled out and laid back, but without caffeine in my system, I was a miserable fucker to be around.
Coffee was my fuel.
I pulled my bike keys from my pocket. “One of these days, that strong-ass coffee is going to give someone a heart attack,” I warned him. “And it’s not going to be me.” He barked out a laugh that was way too loud for this early in the morning. “I’m going to get decent coffee.”
He snorted. “You might as well give up on that chick while you’re ahead, bro. She ain’t the type for our life. She’s as clean-cut as they come. Only so much rejection a man can take.”
Sophia, the owner of Books & Brews, a small bookstore/coffee shop that opened in town a little while back, wanted nothing to do with the likes of us, though she served us and Scorpion’s wife, Jessica, since we were good-paying, loyal customers. But dating any of us? Apparently, that was a hard limit for her.
Sucked for her though. I was a determined man, and when I put my mind to something, I didn’t stop until I accomplished it. And I wanted her. She was curvy and thick in all the right places, and every time she happened to be wearing her blonde hair back in a ponytail, I just wanted to wrap it up in my fist and rail her from behind just so I could see that juicy ass of hers bounce with every thrust into her sweet pussy.
Fuck. Now my dick was hard. Goddammit. Just what I needed this morning.
“She’ll cave eventually,” I told Reese. “Enjoy your heart attack-inducing coffee.”
Nodding once at Scorpion as he stepped inside the clubhouse, I slipped past him and headed out. I had two things on my mind, and they had to happen before church could even be thought about: coffee and a sinfully hot blonde that I couldn’t out of my head these days.
My infatuation with her had turned into an obsession.
Reese was probably right. I should probably quit while I was ahead. But I was a stubborn fool.
And I was practically a fucking stalker by this point anyway. There was no stopping me now. Especially when we handled all her security, and I could watch her on the camera feed all day while she was working.
Like I said: stalker.
And I wasn’t the least bit ashamed of it.
“Hi! Welcome to Books & Brews. I’ll be with you in just a…” Sophia’s head popped up from behind the checkout counter, her sweet voice trailing off when she saw it was me. “Oh, it’s you,” she griped, her sassy little tone making my dick awaken just when I got it to finally go soft on the way over here.
I smirked at her, ignoring my raging dick. “Yep, just me, cupcake. Take your time.”
I knew she was rolling her eyes at me. She hated it when I called her cupcake. But ever since that first day she opened and I found her practically having a mini-orgasm behind the coffee counter with a cupcake in her hand, the name had stuck. Her face had been absolutely orgasmic when she’d bitten into that sweet treat, and it had fueled many of my fantasies about her.
Besides, I’d seen how sweet she could be with other people in town. Cupcake suited her. It was just me and the club she seemed to particularly dislike. But she was new to our little town; her reaction to us was expected, so we didn’t take offense to it. One day, she would realize just how much we did for this place. Sure, we were criminals, and most of us had been to jail or prison at some point or another, but we didn’t let this shit come home and affect the people here.
I was pretty sure the only reason she allowed us to run her security was because we came highly recommended by everyone in town. She’d have been a fool to not seek us out. That wasn’t me tooting my own horn. We had the best equipment and were constantly doing free upgrades for our customers when new, better equipment came out.
We knew the dangers that lurked within society. We knew that the cop everyone trusted could be the shadiest mother fucker on the planet. We knew that the town’s mayor could be dealing in the skin trade.
We’d seen and heard about it all.
Those that were trusted the most were normally the ones that were the most dangerous.
And we protected our clients from everyone, including those they thought they could trust.
I walked over to the coffee counter and shoved my hands in my pockets, waiting for her to finish whatever she was doing. I wasn’t ever in a rush when I came in here. Used to drive Scorpion, the president of our charter, nuts when he first had to start waiting for me to get back to the clubhouse to start church, but now, he was used to it.
But some days, I was pretty sure he wanted to come down here and beg Sophia to give me a chance so he could restore some order to me, his vice president. Even I had to admit, some days, my head was up in the clouds. But I was a hopeless romantic. Life might have hardened every other part of me, but it had never killed the guy who wanted to be in love. To be someone’s purpose. To give someone a reason to smile.
The guys used to give me shit for it all the time, but I was pretty sure they were at the point they wanted it, too. We were all getting old, and we all had enough money to fill a fucking lake each, but we had no one to share it with. And watching Scorpion and Jessica raise a kid together left the rest of us wondering what the hell we were really doing with our lives.
“Regular?” Sophia asked, yanking me out of my head.
I blinked, then nodded as she rounded the counter. “Yeah, my regular is fine. Thanks.” I watched her, running my eyes over her curvy figure, lingering on her ass a little too long for decency. But fuck, it was a great ass. One of these days, I was going to get a handful of it, and I couldn’t wait.
I was going to worship her like she was my own personal temple.
“Any chance you might agree to a date?” I asked her this every fucking day I came in here like a broken record, but I was hoping one of these days, she might cave or just finally have enough of me asking and give me what I wanted.
I knew I should’ve respected her answer the first time, but just because I was a hopeless romantic didn’t mean I wasn’t also a fucking caveman. Because I was. I would do just about anything in the world to get what I wanted.
And damn, if I didn’t want her.
She scowled at me, her eyes darkening with a bit of anger. “Chase, how many times do I have to tell you no before you get it? I will never date you. I will never be interested in you. You’re a criminal. I have no interest in the likes of you.”
I grinned—couldn’t fucking help it. That sassy attitude of hers would never fail to make me crave her like an addict.
I handed her a ten and grabbed my coffee off the counter when she set it down. “You’ll change your mind one day, cupcake. I know you will.” I winked at her and backed up from the counter as she glared at me. “Keep the change.”
With that, I spun on my heel. My phone rang as I reached the door, Scorpion’s name on the burner.
Fuck. He never disturbed my coffee time—or well, Sophia time—unless it wasn’t important.
“Yeah?” I asked, pausing before I walked out the door.
“Need you at the clubhouse for church. Emergency meeting.”
Shit.
“On my way.”
I hung up the phone and shoved it in my pocket as I headed out the door to my bike. Emergency church wasn’t ever good news. It usually meant some shit was happening with one of the charters, and if it was the mother charter, God help us all. We would all get dragged into a fucking war, whether it was our charter’s beef or not.
“What’s going on?” I asked as soon as I walked into the chapel, my lukewarm coffee in my hands. I hated when I didn’t get to enjoy Sophia’s hard work when it was piping hot.
Scorpion scratched at his beard. It was badly in need of a trim. No doubt, Jessica was already haggling him about it.
“Johnston is facing trouble, and he needs extra guns quickly. Half of you are riding up there, and you need to fucking be careful. Chase, you and Halo are in charge. Clear the run route with him. You leave tonight. I expect you to be at the mother charter before sunrise. Understand?”
I nodded once. “Crystal clear, Prez. How many guns?”
“Johnston is requesting fifteen crates—six with guns, the rest with ammunition.” Christ, that was a lot.
I drummed my fingers on the old, oak table, doing the math in my head. “If we leave here at dusk, load up, and hit the road as soon as it turns dark, we can make it there about six in the morning,” I said. Halo nodded in agreement. I looked at Scorpion. “We got your approval to load up early?”
He nodded. “Be careful about it, you hear me? Stay under the radar.”
I nodded once. “Should we be worried if the mother charter is facing trouble?” Reese asked. “Should Mark and I be looking into finances?” Reese was our secretary, and Mark was our treasurer. They made sure we had funds for shit like this and any other thing we did as a club.
Scorpion nodded. “Be fucking worried. If Johnston gets into a mess, it hits all of us. Watch your backs. Get club funds ready. It’s going to be needed.”
Shit.
Wars were a goddamn hard thing to deal with. I’d seen the strain it put on other clubs, and now, we were about to feel its wrath.
Scorpion slammed his gavel on the table, adjourning church and sealing our fates.
2
Chase
The ride to the mother charter was long and exhausting, and by the end of it, I was cursing Johnston and Scorpion for this bullshit. By the time we dropped the guns off at Johnston’s warehouse, the sun was just beginning to break over the horizon, and we still had a forty-five-minute ride back to the mother charter clubhouse so I could crash.
Well, get pussy, a beer in my system, and then crash into a bed. In that order, too. I needed a fucking stress reliever. Constantly being overly aware of our surroundings was exhausting.
“Clubhouse?” I asked, looking at Blayke, Johnston’s VP.
Blayke nodded. “Yeah, clubhouse. I know you guys need sleep, and we’ve got pussy lined up for you.”
Fuck yes. I could always rely on my brothers to make sure I had what I needed.
I straddled my bike and strapped my helmet to my head before bringing the engine to life, loving the way the beast rumbled beneath me. One of these days, Sophia would give in, and maybe one day, I’d get to fuck her ass while she straddled my bike, her bare clit rubbing against the leather seat as the engine rumbled beneath her.
Shit. Yeah. That was a beautiful fantasy.
I fucking needed that in my future.
But until she gave in, no other woman would be on my bike. No other woman would touch this bike. But that didn’t mean I would go fucking abstinent while waiting on something that might never happen. I wasn’t a fucking saint. I also wasn’t stupid. There might not ever be a day Sophia decided to give me a chance. I’d thought she was going to cave once, but nope. She did it as a build-up to an April Fool’s joke.
I hadn’t even been mad. It had been a damn good one.
When I got to the clubhouse, every member of the mother charter was up and ready to face the day. Lawson clapped me on my back, and Geek drew me into a quick, brotherly hug. Trigger slung an arm around my neck. “Got a surprise for you since I know how much you like to watch before you join the fun.”
I arched a brow at him, nodding once in thanks at Drew when he handed me a beer. “Oh, yeah? Do tell.”
Trigger cracked a grin. “Come on up to my apartment. They’re waiting on the bed. Just need to grab Dom first.”
I gripped his shoulder and shook it a little in thanks before heading up the stairs to his apartment. When I pushed open his door, I smirked at the two thick, curvy women laying naked in his bed, one a redhead, the other a brunette. They were already grinding against each other, moaning softly. Fuck yeah, this was my kind of scene. Trigger knew me so damn well.
They paid me no mind as I kicked off my boots and then took a seat in the chair in the corner, splaying my legs wide, my beer dangling from my fingertips. The redhead quickly moved down the bed between the brunette’s thighs, licking at her sweet cunt like it was her last meal.
“Beautiful, aren’t they?” Trigger asked as he stepped into the room, Dom on his heels. Dom was holding the hand of a busty blonde, and she was already naked and smiling at me, her heavy tits swaying with each step she took.
“She’s yours,” Dom told me. He pressed a kiss to her lips. “Go on, darlin’. Chase will take good care of you, I promise.”
I hummed and set my beer on the table next to me before patting my lap with an inviting smile thrown in her direction. She quickly made her way to me, her generous tits jiggling with every step she took. “Turn around,” I gently ordered when she moved to straddle me. Once her backside faced me, I gripped her hips and leaned forward, pressing a kiss to each perfect, juicy globe. Fuck, I loved worshipping a beautiful ass. “Good girl. Now sit,” I murmured, gently tugging on her hips.
Once she was seated on my lap, I spread her thick thighs so her legs were hooked over mine, keeping her open for my wandering fingers. Her pulse was fluttering at the base of her neck in response to my touch and the air of sex lingering in the room. “Watch them,” I murmured in her ear before nipping at the soft lobe.
She sucked in a sharp breath when Trigger didn’t waste a beat, sliding inside of the redhead’s cunt with ease. She moaned into the brunette’s pussy. Trigger smacked the redhead’s ass. “Don’t stop now, girl. I want to see her squirt all over your face so I can lick it off.”
The blonde on my lap moaned, her head falling back against my shoulder, her eyes half-lidded as she watched the scene in front of her. I cupped one of her heavy breasts in my hand, plucking and pulling at her nipple as I slid my other hand between her thighs, cupping her slick heat. She was drenched already, dripping down into the crack of her ass.
“Like that?” I whispered, licking a path up her neck.
She softly whimpered and nodded. I nipped at her jaw before circling my forefinger over her clit. She jerked and gasped, her hands grasping my thighs, her nails digging in through my jeans. My cock prodded her backside, hard as fuck and wanting to sink into her. And I would. But not yet. I liked to play first. Enjoy the scene. Let it sink into me. And I liked to make the women half-delirious with the need to fuck before I slid into them.
The brunette gagged on Dom’s cock when he shoved it down her throat. He was straddling her face, fucking into her throat, barely giving her time to breathe before he choked her on his dick again. The blonde in my lap moaned as she watched, writhing the slightest bit. Picking up on her cues easily enough, I shoved my fingers in her mouth and sank the fingers of my other hand into her cunt. She choked around my fingers, saliva quickly building in her mouth. But she sucked on them greedily, riding my fingers all at the same time.
