Off Limits: A Bedlam Butchers MC Romance (The Motorcycle Clubs Book 2) (3 page)

Lucky just wants to get lucky, dammit.

So I fling my arms around his neck, all protests vanishing, and kiss him with all the pent-up passion I’ve been holding in. My tongue slicks against his and then we’re going at each other, hot and eager, as if we didn’t have a pet-down session not an hour ago. To be honest, it’s only whetted my appetite for him, and I can still feel how slick I am between my legs. And I ache there. I need to be filled up, to be crammed full of his cock until I’m screaming out his name and scratching my claim onto his chest.

Eric seems to realize my eagerness, because he tears at my shirt, tugging it loose and then over my head. My bra is flung away with as much ferocity, and them he pushes me up against a wall, his hands going to my tits. He squeezes them as he kisses me again, and then his fingers tug at my nipples. My knees nearly buckle at the flood of sensations, and I brace myself against the wall before I can topple over because it feels so good.

“So, Penny,” Eric breathes against my mouth, and his fingers continue to stroke my nipples until they feel hard as diamonds. “You want it slow and easy, or hot and dirty?”

Oh God. Choices, choices. “Hot and dirty,” I tell him, and suck on his lower lip. My hand slides to the front of his pants and rubs against his hard cock. I definitely want it hot and dirty and fast. I don’t think I can handle a languid bout of sex right now. My entire body feels primed as it is.

“Fuck yeah,” he tells me, and gives my breasts another squeeze before he grabs me by the hips, hauls me onto his cock, and then presses me against the wall again.

I gasp at the sensation of his clothed cock pressing against my cunt. Even though there’re layers of fabric separating us, I’m going fucking wild at the feel of him. My body’s anticipating him sliding home, and I can’t wait.

“You have gorgeous little tits,” he tells me, giving them another squeeze to emphasize the compliment. “Makes a man want to stick his cock between them and ride you until I come on your face.”

He’s dirty talking to me, and oh God, it’s sexy as fuck. I whimper, rocking against his hands, his cock, anything I can do to let him know I’m ready now-now-now. “Condom,” I gasp.

“Bed first,” he tells me, and his arms wrap around my waist and he carries me as if I weigh nothing. He pulls me into a nearby room and flings me down on the mattress.

As soon as he does, I’m scrambling to get out of my jeans and soaked panties. As soon as I toss them onto the floor, I realize he’s getting undressed, too, though without the same urgency I show.

Fine then, he needs a bit of encouragement? I can do that. I watch him undress, and I bite my lip, then slide a hand between my thighs and begin to touch my clit. I’m so wet that as I rub, my flesh is making slick noises. His nostrils flare, and I can tell he likes the view. I open my legs wider so he can have more to appreciate.

He takes it for a different kind of invitation. He chucks his shorts and instead of climbing on top of me, he drops to his knees next to the bed and tugs my hips down toward him.

Then, he buries his face between my thighs, into my dripping cunt.

I cry out with pleasure as his mouth finds my clit. His tongue moves over it, circling like my fingers were, and my hands go to his hair, instead, so I can hold him there until I get off. It’s not going to take much; my thighs are already trembling with each stroke of his tongue.

“Fuck, you taste good,” he tells me, and it makes me even more aroused. “And you’re so goddamn wet.”

I want to tell him that I need this, need him, but I’m only capable of making incoherent little noises as he continues to suck and tease at my pussy. He licks the wet lips of my cunt and drags his mouth up and down. When he spears his tongue into the entrance of my cunt, though, I lose control. An orgasm blasts through my body, locking my muscles and tearing a scream from my throat.

“Goddamn, you are hot, Lucky,” he tells me. He presses a kiss to my quivering flesh before getting to his feet and heading to a nearby nightstand. I watch in a daze as he pulls out a string of condoms, rips one off, and then tears it open. He smooths it on to the monster between his legs that I haven’t even had the chance to put my mouth on yet, and then returns to the bed. “On your stomach,” he tells me.

I obey, even though I’m boneless and quivering at this point. Sexy Jell-o. That’s what I am. But I manage to flip over, and as soon as I do, he grabs my hips and hauls my ass into the air, then parts my knees. I obey, sinking down low onto the blankets and pressing my cheek there, so my ass raises into the air. My ass and my wet, wet cunt that needs to be filled up like, yesterday.

“Now that is one sweet view,” Solo tells me, and his fingers glide over my spread pussy, slicking my juices everywhere and making me quiver uncontrollably. I’m still incredibly sensitive despite my recent orgasm, and I can feel another one is just on the cusp. I’ve always been extremely sensitive in bed, and I love a good multiple-orgasm. I’m hoping Solo realizes how primed I am and helps me along.

He sinks a finger—no, wait, maybe it’s two—deep into my cunt and begins to pump them in and out. “Look how wet you are for me, Penny. You want my big thick cock in here? Filling up this sweet pussy of yours?”

“God, yes,” I moan into the blankets. I’m clenching around his stroking fingers, full of need again, just like that. “Please, Eric, I need to be fucked.” I wiggle against his hand and spread my knees wider, trying to lift my ass into the air in supplication.

In response, he pulls his fingers from my sheath and spanks my ass with one wet hand. “That’s what I like to hear, baby.” One hand grips my hip, and I barely have time to beg for more of his hand when he fits the head of his cock at my entrance and then slams home.

And I give an undignified squeal. It’s a mix of pleasure, pain, and delicious shock. It’s been a while since I’ve had sex, and Solo’s got big equipment. I’m wet as hell, but it’s still a tight fit and it pinches for the first moment. Then, that delicious sensation of being utterly
filled
takes over and I moan with sheer pleasure.

“That’s right,” he murmurs. His hand slides over my ass and my lower back, and then he grips my hip again and thrusts fucking hard. Once. Then, he pulls almost all the way out and does it again, driving into me with such force that I slide across the blankets a few inches. And he doesn’t stop.

And I love it. God, I love it. He’s not being careful with me in the slightest, and I eat it up. I groan with every thudding stroke he pounds into my cunt, and he’s moving so hard and fierce that his balls slap against my pussy as he fucks me, and that creates an entirely different set of sensations that drive me wild.

A few more thrusts, and I’m crying out his name, begging for another release. “Please!”

“Please what, Lucky? Please fuck this tight pussy of yours?” He rocks into me again, and his hand slaps my flank once more.

“Please make me come!”

“I thought you came against my mouth,” he teases.

“Again,” I demand. And since he’s not listening to me, my hand goes to my pussy and I start to play with my clit as he continues to pound into my cunt.

“Nu-uh,” he tells me. “That’s mine tonight.” And his hand pushes aside mine and he begins to finger my pussy even as he presses deeper into me.

I scream as another, harder orgasm sweeps over me. This one makes my entire pussy clench hard, rippling and tight around his cock, and I’m squeezing him hard even as every inch of my body feels squeezed with the fierce orgasm. “That’s right,” he murmurs between clenched teeth. “That’s fucking right, Lucky. You’re mine.”

And he drives into me again before he loses control himself. I’m pretty sure my brains have been fucked into oblivion as his thrusts change to slow and ragged, and then he rolls both of us over onto our sides, spent and panting.

We’re spooning and trying to recover our breath, but even as we do, his hand moves to my breast and clasps it possessively.

I am all his tonight, it seems. And I don’t mind this in the slightest.

I wake up the next morning to a hard cock pressed against my buttocks, and a hand sliding between my thighs. Solo wastes no time, it seems, because he moves straight for my clit and begins to tease it with his fingers. I moan and press back against him, and it only encourages him to move his fingers faster, driving me crazy.

“Hold that thought,” he murmurs against my ear, and I make a noise of protest as his hand leaves my pussy. But then I hear the tear of a condom wrapper and he shifts behind me, and I know I’m about to get just what I need, and soon.

When he has the condom on, he pushes his hand back between my legs again, and slicks his fingers between my labia. “You wet for me, Penny?”

I nod and reach backward for him, running my hand along those sexy sideburns that drive me so freaking wild. They felt incredible against my thighs last night.

“Good,” he murmurs, and he lifts one thigh and then pushes into me from behind. Then, we’re joined, side by side, and he begins to rock slowly into me, his movements not as bone-jarring and intense as last night, but slow and delicious.

“Mmm,” I murmur, loving the way he feels as he rocks into me over and over again, unhurried, as if he has all day to do nothing but sink into me and make me feel good. And I kind of like that thought. Of hours of endless pleasure, of his skin against mine, locked in sex…

But in the next moment, his hand steals toward my clit again, and he begins to rub it. All the languidness evaporates, and I begin to rock against his hand and his cock, unable to help myself. I’m moaning and arching and pushing against his fingers with every thrust, every tickling circle of his fingertips against my clit.

And I’m coming in mere moments, instead of the hours I anticipated. It feels so good I can’t even be upset. Eric knows my body, just how I like to be touched, and he’s making sure I come nice and hard before he gets his. By the time I start to come down from my orgasm, he clutches my hips and slams me down on his cock, and I feel his cock pulse inside me with the force of his orgasm. I smile to myself as his entire body seems to tighten against mine, and then he wraps his arms around me and buries his face against my neck for a long, long moment.

“Thanks,” he murmurs.

My brows furrow. “Thanks?” What an odd thing to say. You don’t thank a girl after you make her come. You thank her when she hands you a towel or fetches you a beer from the fridge.

“Was that the wrong thing to say?” Solo nuzzles my neck. “How about ‘nice cunt’?”

I snort. “Try again.”

“Good job?”

Now I’m just giggling. “You need to work on your pillow talk, Eric. I’m starting to see why you’re single.”

He caresses my arm. “I have my reasons.”

Reasons for his pillow talk, or reasons why he’s single? I fall silent and stare at the wall, blinking. I don’t want to be the first one to move away, to get out of our cozy nest of skin and sex and blankets. In here, I’m safe and the world fades away. I think I could cheerfully hide for the next month or so and not give a damn.

But it doesn’t last. Good things never do. Eric caresses my hip and then gives it a pat. “Since I’m a gentleman, I’ll let you have the shower first. Then we need to go say hello to your brother and see what the battle plan is.”

My stomach curdles. “Battle plan?”

“Yup,” he says, and he rolls away, his cock leaving my pussy and I feel all hollow and bereft. “The Eighty-Eight came after you. They’re sure as fuck not going to get away with it.”

• • •

Since we’re trying to keep a low profile, we take Eric’s Honda Accord to Crandall’s Roadhouse, a favorite hangout of the Butchers. I tease him about how very normal his Grocery Getter is, since his bike is all ape-hangers and bobbed chrome. But he only smiles at me and puts a possessive hand on my thigh as he drives. And I like it.

It’s almost like we’re dating. Which I know isn’t the case, since I’m unlucky and we’ve really only had a night of hard fucking, but I’ll take what I can get.

We cruise to the Roadhouse, and park along the back, by the dumpsters. There’s a ton of bikes up front, but the Roadhouse is well-known Butcher property, and I guess Solo doesn’t want to take any chances. We head in through the back doors, and I notice that Solo holds them open for me, like a gentleman.

Man, I wish I could hook my claws into this guy permanently.

The kitchen staff ignores us as we head through; they know better than to complain at someone wearing the Butcher’s cut, and Eric’s got his on display. I don’t have one, of course. We wend our way through the kitchen and into the main room of the Roadhouse. Crandall’s is covered with license plates and bike memorabilia on the walls, so it doesn’t immediately scream ‘Butcher Territory’. But anyone walking in automatically knows it’s ‘our’ place, just by the sheer amount of Butchers hanging out at the tables. Even though it’s barely noon, every shadowy back booth is full, and a few of the round tables in the center of the room are occupied by old ladies and prospects. I belong to neither, and the sight of them makes me realize it every time. With a sigh, I hesitate, but Solo’s hand on my back propels me forward, and we approach my brother and Dom.

Gemini and Domino take the booth at the very back of the Roadhouse. It’s in the darkest, most private corner, and they always sit in the same spot every time. Sometimes I wonder what they could possibly talk about, but most of the time, I just don’t want to know. Co-presidents, they’ve been friends since grade school and founded the club after serving a stint in Iraq together. Gem never tells me the reason as to why he insists everything in the Butchers is in pairs, but I’m sure there’s a reason. My brother has lots of secrets.

Of course, he’s not the only one in the family like that. It’s just that mine tend to rear their ugly heads.

Solo steers me toward my older brother’s table, and I see Gem seated in his usual spot, his dark blond hair slightly mussed. He looks sleepy. Must have been a wild night. Dom looks tired too, but he grins at the sight of me. He seems a little twitchy this morning. “Hey, baby girl.”

“Hey Dom,” I tell him.

My brother’s never been as gregarious as his buddy. Dom usually hugs me as a greeting, and he acts more like my big brother than Gem does. But Gem? He tilts his head and studies me, and then crooks a finger, indicating that I should approach him. I do, and realize that I must be in deeper shit than I anticipated if neither Dom nor Gem is getting up to hug me or check that I’m okay.

I approach and Gem puts an arm out and gives me an awkward, sideways hug. “You good, Lucky?” Even though he’s not getting up, his eyes are full of concern for me.

I nod. “I’m good. Solo saved my ass.”

He nods and looks over at Solo. “Thanks for taking care of my sister.”

“It’s nothing.” He crosses his arms and looks like he wants to say more, but remains silent.

Things are quiet for a long moment, and I frown, glancing back and forth between the men. Gem and Solo are staring at each other, and I can’t read anyone’s faces. My brother’s arm is still loosely around my waist, but no one’s speaking. Only Dom has that shit-eating grin on his handsome face. “Someone going to talk to me? Anyone?”

I look at Dom and his nostrils flare. His forehead seems a little shiny with sweat. Is he on something? I’ve never known Dom to take drugs. I look over at my brother, and to my surprise, he tilts his head back against the wooden booth and groans.

And then I hear a very feminine giggle come from under the table.

“Oh, fucking gross!” I yelp. “You have sweetbutt under there?” I scurry backward and out of my brother’s grasp. Ew, ew, ew. My brother’s getting a blowie while talking to me? Not that I haven’t seen worse in the Roadhouse before, but does it have to happen while I’m three feet away?

“Not sweetbutt,” Dom says, and that wild grin’s still on his face. I notice he’s not getting up either. “I’d introduce you to Kitty, but she’s got her mouth full at the moment.”

“Ugh,” I tell him. Mouth and hands, I’d guess, since neither one of them is leaving the table.

Solo snorts with amusement. “I see you two had a good night.”

My brother just closes his eyes, a lazy smile on his face. “Great night,” he says. “We’re keeping Kitty, by the way.”

Well, that’s new. Dom and Gem usually love them and leave them. Kitty must be creative as fuck. “Greaat. As much as I’d love to meet the new old lady in law, can we talk about my problem so I can head to work?”

Gem opens his eyes and he frowns. “You’re not working this week.”

“What? Why not?”

“Cause I think we’ve got a snitch,” Gem says to me.

“Snitches are bitches,” chimes in the voice from under the table.

I roll my eyes, but both prez just laugh like it’s adorable. God, she must be an incredible lay, then. I’ll try not to hate her if she makes my too-serious brother smile. Gem needs more things to smile about in his life, and if this Kitty girl can bring him to his happy place, I’ll fucking love the hell out of her. But first thing’s first. “Snitch?” I ask.

Solo moves in and puts an arm around my shoulders. “Keep your voice low,” he tells me, and nuzzles my ear.

He’s clearly trying to make it seem like we’re a couple, but I get all dazed and weak in the knees at his touch.

“Snitch,” Gem says, and I realize he’s been speaking in a low voice so it doesn’t carry past his table. “You didn’t tell anyone where you work, did you?”

I shake my head. I don’t remember tons about that night, but I do know I gave my usual cover of being a schoolteacher. “Right,” Gem says. “So someone shared that you’d be at the gym, and that you’d be working alone.”

I realize he’s right and I begin to tremble all over. Someone in the club hates me enough to sell me out to the Eighty-Eight? Jesus.

“I got you,” Solo says against my ear, and he keeps me pulled against him, acting for all the world like a man nibbling on his old lady. “Ain’t nobody gonna hurt you while I’m breathing,” he tells me.

And I do feel better. My hand slides to his waist and I press my face against his neck. Funny how I fit just right against Solo. I peek over at my brother to see if he’s noticing how cuddly we are, but he’s got his eyes closed again, concentrating on whatever Kitty’s magical mouth is doing under the table.

After a moment, Gem speaks again. “Way I see things,” he says. “We tell everyone you’re all hot and bothered about a new man, and that he’s going to fight on Friday night. If this dickface wants you, he’ll try and make a move then.” Gem opens his eyes and looks over at me. One of his hands slides under the table, maybe to stroke Kitty’s hair.

I lick my lips. There are a few holes in this plan. “Whoever’s pretending to be my new man is in for a fuckton of trouble.”

“I can handle myself,” Solo says.

Gem lifts his chin in a subtle nod, his only acknowledgment of Eric’s words.

But this worries me. I like Solo. And I’m horribly, horribly unlucky. I dig my fingers into his leather cut and shake my head. “You should probably stay away from me.”

“No,” Solo says at the same time Gem does.

I look back and forth between the men, frowning. “How is this all already decided?”

“Your brother and I talked last night,” Solo says.

That must have been some talk. I shake my head again but Solo fists a hand in my hair and pulls my mouth toward his. “It’s done, Lucky.” And he kisses the hell out of me in front of my brother, which is both awkward and thrilling all at once.

I pull away reluctantly once the kiss is done, a little dazed. My mouth feels swollen from his claim. “So what now?”

“Now we wait for Friday night to roll around,” Solo tells me. “And you’re not leaving my side until then.”

I stare up at him, wondering what this means. Not leaving his side at all for the entire week? Does that mean we’re…sleeping together?

“You gonna kill Grass?” Gem asks.

“If I have to,” Solo says. “He ain’t gonna touch Lucky again.”

And I’m chilled. This is all my fault. I’m the reason Jerome went to prison, and I think of Solo’s handsome face behind bars, and my heart crumbles into tiny little pieces. “Wait, no—”

“This is club business,” Dom says. He’s usually the happy-go-lucky one, but his voice is serious, and I know what he says goes. “He fucked with club property, and now he’s about to realize what it means to mess with the Butchers.”

Gem nods, and Solo leads me away.

And I wonder if I’m the club property, or if Dom was referring to the gym.

• • •

I’m silent as we get back into Solo’s car and head to my apartment building so I can get a few changes of clothing. Solo doesn’t want me staying here this week, and so I guess I’m bunking down with him after all. I should be excited—an entire week of great sex!— but all I can think of is the upcoming ring battle that Gem and Dom are going to leak to our snitch. Solo’s in amazing shape and he’s a good fighter, but I don’t count on the Eighty-Eight to play fair.

And I don’t want Solo going to prison just to protect me.

I notice as we drive that two bikes are leisurely following us, a few cars behind. I recognize the bikes of Toxic and Blade, the Sergeant at Arms duo for the Butchers. They’re responsible for protecting club property from outside harm, and it looks like that’s me at the moment. They fall back as Solo pulls into the parking lot.

“We have a tail?” I ask him, my voice dull.

“Just playing it safe, Lucky,” he tells me, his voice smooth and unruffled. “Gem wants to make sure you’re not jumped by anyone.”

I nod and get out of the car. My apartment is on the second floor and I head up the stairs, ignoring the tremble of my legs. I’m unhappy with the way things are going. Poor Solo got stuck with me all because he happened to be in the gym late last night instead of going on the panty raid. I feel so guilty.

My apartment’s untouched, which is good. I head in and grab a bag and pack a bunch of clothing in there, along with some overnight stuff. I don’t say a word, though. My head’s full of miserable thoughts.

“You okay?” Solo asks me. As I’ve been packing, he’s scoped out my apartment, making sure everything’s safe.