Karma (Kings of Rebellion MC Book 1) (15 page)

The next morning, I wake with a very strange sensation between my legs. My fingers are soaking and my pussy is tingling, so much so that my thighs keep clenching. I think my body is craving a release and I don’t know how I feel about that.

I look over to see that Natasha isn’t in bed, and I listen out for her in the bathroom but there’s no noise. “Tash?” I shout, but I get no reply.

I’m all sweaty from god knows what I’ve been doing while I’ve been sleeping, so I decide to take a shower. I make sure to lock the bathroom door behind me and strip naked. When the room is filled with steam from the shower, I jump in and let the hot water soothe me. I let an appreciative groan slip from my mouth as I wash my hair and then let my hands wander down my body. I start to daydream about Brandon as my hands smooth over my skin and weirdly, for the first time since I was taken, I think about playing with my nipples.

The thought won’t leave my head, and without thinking I feel my hands reach up to my breast and softly caress the outer area of my nipple. My breathing deepens and I go for it, I flick my hardened peak and continue round and around. The sensation feels amazing and it’s not long until I need more. I feel nervous and a little scared. Should I be doing this? Is this right? Is it too soon?

I don’t know what is right or not, but I do know that I want to feel something
down there
and one of my hands leaves my breast to travel down between my legs. I bite down on my lip, wanting this and needing it all at the same time. As I take hold of my mound, and let a single finger slip through, it feels as if I’m am gaining some control back over my body. It’s silly, I know, but as my finger toys with my swollen clit the feeling of control becomes stronger.

The water washes over me as I pleasure myself, but it feels like it’s so much more than that. Images of Brandon and his mouth watering body full of tattoos, flash behind my closed eyelids as I continue my self-inflicting bliss.

I sink to the floor of the shower, pulling my face from the spray of the shower but letting it still wet my body. I open my legs wide so I have plenty of room to play. I rub softly up my clit and then down, dipping my fingers inside and then back up again. Repeating and repeating until an orgasm surprises me and tears roll down my face as I do.

It takes a while for my breathing to get back under control and I leave the shower. Wrapping myself in a towel, I find Natasha has returned when I open the door.

“Finally!” She shouts, pushing past and slamming the door behind her. She reappears a short time later and sits on her bed. “I thought I was going to pee myself.”

“Sorry.” I laugh, thinking about what I was doing in there as I make my way to my wardrobe and decide on what to wear.

“So, the word around town is that you and Grim are a thing.” I turn to see her eyeing me.

“Of course we aren’t.” I dismiss her, returning to my wardrobe.

“But he did take you on a picnic.” She points out. “And then took you back to his room when you were drunk.”

“It was sandwiches in the backyard and he told me he wanted to look out for me, that’s all.” I correct her, but I know I’m lying to us both. It was more than just sandwiches, we talked and he fed me chocolate. It was sweet, especially for a big, biker man like Brandon.

I spot my jeans on the shelf, I haven’t worn them for a long while and they used to be a really tight fit. When I pull them on, they’re fitted but not as figure hugging as they were before. I find a red vest top and throw it over my head. I glance at my jumpers and browse at my selection of cardigans but decide I don’t want to wear one today.

“Pick the boots.” Natasha advises and I smile back at her, giving her a mock salute and slip them on. They’re black, with big buckles along the side and a chunky heel. Very biker looking and I’ve been worried about wearing them around here, until now.

“What did you do in that shower?” Natasha laughs and I freeze.

“What?” I don’t turn around to face her.

“Well, I haven’t seen those jeans on you probably because they’re sexy as hell, and you haven’t worn red. All I’ve seen you in is black or grey, the colour looks banging on you and those boots.” She puckers her lips at me. “They make you look like some sexy ass biker chick. You look hot, Brandon will be drooling!”

I look down at myself, assessing the outfit I have innocently picked out and realize that Natasha is right. Is she right? Was this to do with my shower? Did pleasuring myself help me out of this funk I’m in, even just a little?

Maybe because it’s the first time in what feels like a long time that I was in control of myself. I did what I wanted and was in charge. Something so simple, yet so powerful.

“I masturbated.” I admit to her and wait for her laughter, but it doesn’t come. I turn to face her and she’s looking down at the floor. “Tash?”

“I heard you.” She smiles up at me. “I’m proud.”

I go to sit beside her. “You’re proud?” I laugh.

“I am.” Natasha isn’t laughing, no she’s deadly serious. “You’re getting back in control and I’m proud”

“What’s up?” I ask her, I notice that she looks down. “Has something happened?”

“I kissed someone yesterday.” She admits, but she doesn’t look happy about it. If anything she looks horrified. “Oh god it was awful!”

“Natasha, talk to me.” I wrap my arm around her and she leans into me.

“I saw you and Grim and for the first time in a long time, you looked happy, so when one of the guys started showing me attention I leaned in for a kiss. And it was ok, until I started crying on him and it wasn’t a few tears, Lauren. I was full on blubbering like a baby, and he must think I’m crazy!” She holds her head in her hands.

“Who was it?” I ask, stroking her hair.

“It doesn’t matter.” She cries. “I thought I was ready.”

Her crying becomes more frantic and louder and I realize with shock that this is the first time Natasha has properly cried since coming into the care of The King’s. This is the first step to her recovery, and she doesn’t even realize. She didn’t need a man to help her. She needed to let it all out.

“Let yourself cry Tash, you need to feel it to be able to get over it.” I pull her up so I can see her face. “We will never forget, but we can move on and a man isn’t the answer. It’s this.”

I wipe her eyes, showing her the wetness of her tears and when she gets it, she cries some more and I hold her. Letting her know that I’m here for her.

Natasha and I decide to leave our room, and truthfully I do feel different. Something inside my head or my body switched, and I feel like not only do I now own my body but my mind too. Smiling to myself I scream inside,
fuck you Demon and Strike! Fuck you Andrew for selling me like I was yours to own and fuck everyone who used me!
I am in control now.

I need some fresh air, so instead of staying sheltered in the club room I head for the doors and walk out into the club garden. When we walk down the yard, I spot Drew and Elise sitting on a bench further down and Elise waves us over.

“Have you spoken to Drew since she saw you running from Grim’s room?” Natasha quietly asks as we walk over.

“No.” I whisper back with my smile still in place. I hope she’s not mad at me, or fell out with me just because she thinks I’ve slept with her brother. Who by the way I didn’t even know was her brother until I ran into her.

Wait, so if Elise and Drew are cousins and Drew is Brandon’s sister. Then that means Brandon and Elise are related! No wonder he was so grateful for what I did for her back in the Devil’s Spawn territory. 

As soon as we’re in reach, Elise jumps up and hugs us both. “Hey, girls!”

“Hi.” I smile, and awkwardly sit beside Drew as Natasha sits opposite me.

Elise continues to smile at me and I’m finding it a little weird. Then I narrow my eyes at her and realise with dread that Drew has told her.

“You know don’t you.” I accuse.

“Yes!” She squeals excitedly. “Drew told me.”

I nod my head, knowing that I was right. I look to Drew, but she’s looking down at the bench, picking at her painted nails. “Are you mad?” I ask her.

She shakes her head, still not looking at me. “No.”

“Nothing happened.” I assure her and she finally looks up at me.

“I wouldn’t mind if it did.” She admits. “I mean, yes it would be weird but I know my brother is a good guy underneath. I was just worried for you.”

“Worried?” I ask.

“Yeah.” She nods. “I heard that you were drunk and the last person someone saw you with was Grim. I jumped to the worst conclusion and found you running away and it confirmed what I suspected.”

“But nothing did happen, and he wasn’t even there while I was drinking.” I insist. “He just looked after me and I got a little jumpy when I woke and ran.”

“That’s why I was so angry. I knew it was too soon for you and I didn’t want you hurt. When you left us that was what he told me. He said he cares for you, and he wanted to look after you.” Her words leave me silent and when I look up, I see Elise smiling at me again.

“Why do you keep smiling at me?” I ask her and her smile widens.

“You two are cute together.” She sings.

“We are not together.” I growl with annoyance.

“He did take you on a picnic.” Natasha teases and Elise’s eyes go so wide.

“He took you on a picnic!” She claps her hands with joy and I groan into my hands.

Drew laughs beside me, and I hear Natasha join her as Elise continues to clap.

“Franky is heading this way.” Natasha looks behind me and I look to Elise.

“Not a word.” I warn her. Elise mimics me as she pretends to zip up her mouth.
If only
.

“Hello, girls.” I hear Franky from behind me and turn to see he’s standing with Devlin and another man who I haven’t seen before. The first thing I do notice is that he is extremely good looking and quite young looking.

We all reply with our own greetings and Franky places a hand on my shoulder. “How are you feeling, Lauren? I haven’t had a chance to catch up with you after you ran out of my office.”

“I’m fine now, thank you.” I reply. “I’m sorry about that, it won’t happen again.”

Franky frowns. “No, you don’t need to apologize. That was a tough situation for you and I am grateful for all your help.” He then looks to Natasha. “Thank you as well Natasha, you gave us a lot of info that we needed.”

Natasha gives a small smile and nods at The King’s president. I didn’t know she had done the same, would that have been why she felt extra exposed and tried kissing a club member?

“Ladies,” Devlin begins in his charming way. “This young man here is my brother, The Baby.”

“Really?” Drew looks towards her other brother. “I didn’t know.”

Devlin frowns at his little sister. “Obviously I was talking to Lauren and Tash.”

Tash?
Have Natasha and Devlin been doing some bonding I don’t know about?

“Hey, girls.” Baby sits beside me, squashing me between him and Drew. “Nice to meet you.”

Devlin sits opposite me, right next to Natasha and I notice how she tries to slide away from him as much as possible.

“Baby?” I ask, that’s a weird club name.

“Yep.” He beams. “I’m the baby of the family and everyone jokes about my gorgeous young looks. So I am The Baby, but Baby for short.”

Baby leans in closer to me and whispers, “If you’re really lucky, you can be screaming out Kai instead, but that’s just for the bedroom.”

I start to giggle, if it was anyone else saying this it would creep me out, but Baby is really funny. “Of course, some chicks are kinky and like to call me Baby, the choice is yours, Lauren.” I can’t help it, I laugh really loudly and after looking shocked, Baby joins me.

Baby, like his older siblings, has the tanned skin tone that they all inherited from Franky but he hasn’t got the dark hair. Unlike the rest, Baby has his mother’s light hair, but shares Drew’s green eyes that they both received from Laura. That doesn’t mean he’s any less attractive, oh no. This guy is gorgeous and he knows it, but that seems like a family trait. They are all good looking.

“Well, am I missing out on a party?” I hear from behind and spin to see Brace smiling down at us all.

“Dad!” Elise jumps up and hugs him. Since getting back from America, Brace was quickly sent out on a run with a few members, and I’m guessing Baby was one of them seeing as today is the first time I’m seeing him.

Brace leans in to give me and the girls a welcome hug and then turns to his brother, Franky. “Prez, I got some info.”

“This urgent or can it wait.” Franky asks with a tone of authority.

“It can wait.” Brace assures him and joins our mini party.

Everyone’s in good spirits, laughing and joking around. Baby is a huge flirt, and on a totally different level than Devlin and Brandon. I can see the women would love him and I just know what he’s like around them.

“So Lauren, apart from the obvious, tell me about yourself.” He leans on his elbow, staring right at me and I have to laugh some more. I do tell him about my life before The Devil’s and like everyone else, he doesn’t buy the whole,
I was a bitch
speech.

However, when he starts telling me his stories on some of his nights out, and the women he has had, my head tilts back in laughter. “I’m not kidding!” He laughs. “I had to lift her off my dick. The woman was that tired after just an hour of sex, she passed out on me!”

Another round of laughter picks up and I have to cross my legs to stop me from peeing myself in front of everyone. The rest of the table joins in, even Drew and then as Baby talks privately to his dad Devlin takes his place at my side. “Don’t look now, but big bro doesn’t look very happy.”

My eyes scan around and then I clock Brandon standing to the side with two other members. They’re both talking, drinks in hand but Brandon isn’t joining in with the conversation. Instead he’s frowning and I get the shivers from the look on his face.

Baby re-joins us and sits in Devlin’s old seat and leans over to me. “I’m guessing you’re whispering about Grim over there?” He inclines his head in the direction of Brandon. “Do you like him?”

His question throws me off guard and when he repeats the question, I can’t help but blush. “What? No.”

“Dev, switch with me.” He orders and takes his seat next to me again.

“Shit’s about to go down.” Devlin laughs as he sits back down beside Natasha.

Baby wraps his arm around me and whispers, “Play along.” He gently runs his nose along my neck and I’m very ticklish there, so of course I giggle.

All of a sudden Baby is ripped away in a blur. Grim stands above Baby who is now lying on the grass, but his frown is focussed on me.

“What the fuck!” Shouts Baby from the ground.

“Don’t piss me off!” Grim points down at him.

“End this shit now!” Roars Franky. “Grow the fuck up, Baby!”

That statement in itself is funny, but nobody laughs.

“Stupid bitch is already getting in the middle of the brothers.” Snickers one of the club whores nearest to the bench says, “She’s too fucking ugly anyway.”

I will not now or ever stand for someone talking about me like that. I forget about that scene between Grim, Franky and Baby and jump up from my seat.

“Oh shit.” I hear from Drew as I storm on over to the fucking whore.

The whore, dressed in the tiniest shorts I’ve ever seen, sees me coming but it’s too late for her. I push her to the ground as hard as I can and I hear her land with a thump.

“What you gotta say about me, bitch?” I lean into her face.

She tries to get up but I push her back down, but then my hair is pulled from behind me. I scream as I try to get a hold of the bitch that has a grip on my hair. I hate girls who fight like that!

The whore on the floor gets back up with a huge smile on her face, but then just before she can get to me the girl behind me loses her grip. Now free, I kick out at the girl in front of me just before her punch lands on me. I turn to see Drew has another girl trapped in her arms. I’m guessing that’s who had a hold of my hair.

Suddenly Brandon is in my face, blocking me from the whore. “What’s going on?”

“She was bitching about me.” I sneer down to where she lies.

“Fuck off!” She shouts and I go to attack her again but Brandon picks me up and flips me over his shoulder.

“What are you doing?” I scream and try to lift my head, but then drop back down when my hands touch his rock hard arse.

“Devlin, sort the whores out.” Brandon orders and walks off, with my bottom over his shoulder.

Men cheer as we pass, but we both ignore them. I notice that he is taking me in the direction of the bedrooms and I start to fight. We reach his room and he throws me down on his bed.