Inked & Filthy: A Bad Boy MC Romance Boxed Set (46 page)

My entire life was crumbling before me. I sat at the bar and polished off a couple bottles of whiskey. What was I supposed to do now? I couldn't go back to Byron and I wasn't welcome with the Black Widows anymore.

I couldn't help but laugh at my situation. When I was hostage, all I could think about was escaping from this place. Now I wanted to stay here now more than ever. But Stone was done with me. Like I was some two-cent whore he picked up off the streets. He was just like every other biker. Their head so far up their ass that they couldn't see what was right in front of them.

Fuck Stone. I didn't need him.

I went to the only friend left, Heather. She acted like I had been dead and resurrected. I told her the long story about being kidnapped and all about Stone. She let me stay in her dorm room which her roommate didn't like too much. But I had no where else to go. I couldn't stomach the thought of going back to my parents. They pretty much exiled me after I went to live with Byron.

But what was I supposed to do?

I tried going to class, keep my mind of Stone and the Black Widows. School just didn't interest me much anymore. Heather tried to take me out to a club but I just ended up going back to the dorms early.

Weeks passed by and I thought I was going to go crazy. Sleeping on the floor of Heather's dorm room made me feel like I was homeless. In fact, I was homeless. Barely had any money to my name, and not even a bed to sleep on. My life had hit rock bottom. There was only one place where I belonged now.

Heather thought I was insane for getting a tattoo. “It's not like you, Claire,” she said.

“You don't know me anymore, Heather,” I replied. I didn't like burning the last good friendship I had but it was the truth. I was a different person now.

Heather held my hand as the man with giant plugs in his ears inked my back. The pain was nothing compared to what I had been through the past couple months.

I found myself back at the Firebrand clubhouse. There were a few new faces but the place was still pretty empty. Tater smiled when he saw me approach the bar.

“Didn't think I'd see you around here anymore. What can I get you?”

“A quick shot of whiskey and Stone if he's around.”

Tater poured a shot and yelled across the room. Tank had his head buried in the tits of some Asian whore. “Hey Tank, you've seen the Prez around?”

Tank came up for just enough air to reply. “In the meeting room.” His tongue flicked out and the slut on his lap giggled.

I grabbed the shot and let it slowly drain down the back of my throat. I hadn't seen Stone for more than a month and I had no idea how I'd react. I had to subdue the urge to jump his cock. We weren't like that anymore.

I said my goodbyes to Tater and opened the door to the meeting room. The wood table had a nice carving of a spider and new framed photos had been nailed to the walls of fallen members. Stone sat at the head of the table, his face covered in shadows. He looked like a mob boss right out of the Godfather films.

Stone stood up, his palms face down on the table. “I didn't think I'd see you back here, Claire. My mind hasn't changed.”

His voice was just as deep and sexy as I remembered. My legs shivered as I murmured, “I know...I know. I didn't come back here for you.”

Stone swaggered around the table and came into the light. His chiseled chin looked good enough to eat and his dark eyes stared back at me. The tension between us was palpable. He wanted me just as much as I wanted him. But it wasn't meant to be.

“Now that I'm back to my normal life, I realized I don't want it anymore. I dreamed of it day and night while I was locked away down in your basement but so many things have changed. I want to be apart of something. Become somebody important. The Firebrand MC can give me that.” Stone put up his hand to get me to stop but I wouldn't let him. “I know that a woman can't be a member...but I can help around here. Do anything you ask of me.”

Stone sighed. “I don't know if this life is for you, Claire. I don't want to see you hurt. I couldn't bear it.”

Stone still cared for me and that was nice but I wouldn't let anyone try to shield me anymore. I got enough of that from Byron. I was my own woman now. “I've been here during the worst times of this motorcycle club. And I want to be here to rebuild.” I turned around and lifted the back of my blue blouse. The tattoo was still fresh and stung with pain. Stone's fingers grazed my inked skin and I flinched.

“Property of Firebrand MC,” Stone said, reading aloud my tattoo.

I faced Stone again to see him smiling. “I'm serious about this.”

Stone hugged me and whispered in my ear. “I see that now. Go behind the bar and help Tater out.” His musky scent was overwhelming and I wanted to kiss him so badly. But I had to resist. Someday maybe we could be together. But for Stone, the MC would always be a priority.

Claire stuck around throughout the years, even during the hard times. It was difficult to have her around—a constant reminder of the life I could've had if I only made a different choice. I slept with plenty of sluts and whores after my time with Claire. None of them could compare. I was always searching for something that was right in front of me.

It wasn't too late for Copper and maybe it wasn't too late for an old man like me.

I found myself on the doorstep of Claire's apartment, too afraid to knock. Fearful of what lay beyond the door. The complex she lived in was rundown and grimy. Graffiti stained the walls and drug dealers stood on each corner. In all the years I knew Claire, I had never visited her home. Now I knew why she never wanted me over. I could have changed all this. I could have provided her with everything she needed. Instead, I kept her at arm's length, never giving her the love she deserved. And Claire deserved it all.

I slammed my fist on the door as my knees almost caved in. My heart pounded in my throat and a wave of nausea came over me. A moment later and nothing. What if she wasn't home? I could leave and act like it never happened. But I saw her car parked outside. She could be in trouble. I need to help her.

The door creaked opened before my knighthood kicked in. Claire stood there with her long dark hair damp, and a tiny towel wrapped around her wet naked body. “Stone...what are you doing here?”

“I'm no longer the President of the Firebrand MC.”

Claire looked confused, her head cocked to the side. “Oh my god. I had no idea you were even thinking about retiring.”

Seeing Claire wearing next to nothing was getting my blood flowing. I had to take what was mine. I pushed the door and and welcomed myself inside. Claire stepped back, allowing me in. “I came here for you, Claire.”

Claire closed her eyes to try and process all the new information. “What are you talking about?”

I closed the door behind me and locked it. “I made a terrible mistake all those years ago.” I stepped within inches of Claire, her wrinkled eyes staring up to mine. We were both old now. But she was still as beautiful as the first day I met her. “I just didn't know how bad of a mistake until now.”

Our kiss could have powered a nuclear reactor. All the pent up emotions we had for each other over the years was exploding. Her lips tasted just as soft and sweet as they did all those years ago. How could I ever forgive myself for not kissing this mouth every day I was near her.

My fingers unwrapped her towel and it dropped to the floor. Claire moaned softly as my hands met her tits again. They were even bigger than I remembered and felt so god damn nice. I could get lost in her cleavage forever.

I felt down the sides of her waist and around her back. Claire shivered to my touch. I grabbed her ass and forced her against me. We kissed passionately again, our tongues dancing around.

“I can't wait another second, Stone. Take me now and take me hard. You better make up for all the time we lost.”

I didn't need to say another word. I fumbled around with my belt buckle and dropped my jeans to the ground. Claire felt up my thick shaft, stroking me over my boxer briefs. I turned Claire around until she faced away. I bent her over the back of her dirty couch, her ass pressed against me. I pulled down my boxers and placed my cock between her cheeks. I could've come right then, spraying my milky seed all over her hot ass. But I needed to feel her again.

I sunk my pulsing cock into her sweet wet pussy, sliding right in with ease. The warm tight feeling around my shaft almost made me climax. I pushed further and further, filling Claire up completely. It's exactly as I remembered it.

I took her from behind, my hips smacking against Claire's soft ass. I traced my finger across the old faded tattoo: Property of Firebrand MC. “You better get that tattoo changed...you're Stone's Property now,” I murmured

Claire screamed my name over and over again, disintegrating as she came. I clenched my teeth and found my release, filling her with my warm cum. We became one and I knew she was all mine. Claire was Stone's Property now.

The End

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I just don't give a f*ck

Ash

I go through women more often than you change your underwear.

The moment I saw Nicole, I knew she'd be mine—and I'd done with her like all the others. Her long legs and curves would make any man bow before her. But I'm not any man.

I leave a trail of destruction behind me and nobody will get me to settle down.

Shit!
I arrived at the Nautilus Club fifteen minutes late again. My boss was going to kill me. The seedy building stood in an abandoned complex right next to the jammed-packed freeway. A gigantic neon sign repeated girls three times and a long pink awning jutted out from the front door.

I stumbled out of my car, carrying my purse and bag of school books. In between dances, I could get a little homework done if nobody bothered me. Jerome stood at the front door looking menacingly as always. He was an over-sized black man with the softest heart and a hug that could crush every bone in your body. He grinned and let me right in.

The club lights were dimmed and Cherry danced on stage to Britney Spears' “Womanizer.” A bar sat along the far right wall and Johnny was there tending to the drunks. A shot of whiskey sounded good right about now. I took a hard right through velvet curtains that stated: Employees Only.

Joe, the owner, came barreling towards me. His hair had receded to the very back of his head and he wore the cheapest suit available. He wasn't as soft as Jerome but he took care of his girls. “Nicole! You gotta be fucking kidding me. How could you be late again after we just had that talk?”

Damn!
I thought he might not have noticed this time.

“I'm so sorry, Joe, but I got caught in traffic.”

Joe checked his watch. “There's no fucking traffic at nine o'clock.”

“There was an accident. I promise it won't happen again.” I gave him my best puppy dog eyes.
Joe was a sucker for a pretty girl.

He narrowed his eyes at me. “Cherry offered to switch with you. You're on in twenty minutes.”

I really owed Cherry a big one. This was the fifth time she had covered for me.
Maybe I could buy her some makeup as a thank you.

Joe continued, “I also need you to cover Jasmine's shift on Saturday night.”

Double Shit!
This Saturday I promised my mom I'd come visit her. But I couldn't negotiate with Joe without him firing me on the spot.
I was already playing with fire.

“You got it, Joe. Whatever you need.”

Joe clasped his hands and bowed before me. He really wasn't all that bad. I just needed to be on time more often.

I walked into the makeup room and sat at my station. Exposed light bulbs surrounded the mirror and pictures of my family were taped to the edges. I wanted my area to feel a little more homey—a little more personal. I went to the open rack behind me that held the few outfits I owned. The dancers at Nautilus were required to pay for their own costumes which meant I couldn't afford too many.

I pulled out a blue bikini that was bedazzled with a hundred sequins. It looked really cheap but you couldn't tell in the dark club. I quickly changed and stuffed my big breasts into the bikini top. I sat down at my station and opened the drawer full of makeup. I brushed my brown hair and darkened my eyes with black liner and eyeshadow. I added the biggest fake lashes and overdid the lipstick.

Helena strutted into the room wearing a long dress and platform shoes. She was very thin and tall with small perky breasts. She could've been a model if she wanted to. Most of the dancers were so jealous of her body.

“Joe seems angrier than usual. Late again, Nicole?” Helena sat down at the station next to mine. She had been dancing at the Nautilus for over ten years which was a lifetime to some of us.
When I started, Helena helped me through the basics: getting my costume, learning the routines, and dealing with customers who get a little too touchy.

I capped my lipstick and pursed my lips in the mirror. “Only by fifteen minutes. I could be one minute late and he'd still go ballistic.”

Helena laughed. “Joe is Joe.” She put her hand on my shoulder. “We just got in a big group of guys.”

“I hope they have deep pockets.” I winked.

Cherry came back from the stage all sweaty.
Crumpled-up dollar bills were pinned along her waist with a g-string.

I got down on my knees and groveled at her feet. “Thank you so much, Cherry. I owe you a million times over.”
I kissed her platform shoes for added effect.

Cherry's fake red hair burned brightly. “You better believe you owe me. I barely got any tips out there and a group of bikers just came in right after I finished.”

“How about I split my tips with you tonight. Will that make up for it?”

Cherry smirked. “Yeah that might work.”

My phone buzzed on the counter. I checked my message and it was from my roommate, Jenny.

Jenny: You better text me when you're on your way home.

Nicole: Don't worry I will :)

Jenny didn't have a job so she made it her life's work to make sure I was
always
safe. She was so worried that one of the customers would try to kidnap me. Jerome was always around and would never let that happen.

Joe popped his head in. “You're on in five, Nicole.”

“Knock em' dead, Sapphire.” Cherry kissed me on the cheek.

Sapphire was a name I quickly came up with right before my first dance. I needed a stripper name that radiated class and style. Diamond was already taken so Sapphire became mine. Most girls went by their real names backstage and some lucky girls like Cherry were already born with a fake stripper name.

I took a deep breath and went to the back of the stage. I peeked through the curtains and spotted a group of tough guys surrounding the stage. They were covered in tattoos with their biceps bursting through their tight white shirts. Tonight might actually be good.

The announcer's voice boomed through the air. “Ladies and gentlemen, the Nautilus Club proudly presents: the mysterious, the insatiable, the lovely—Sapphire!”

“Pour it up” by Rihanna—my song—blasted through the speakers.

I burst out of the curtains with fire in my eyes. The overhead spotlights focused on my body as I made my way down the raised walkway, stomping my heels down. The boys cheered my name while throwing one-dollar bills onto the stage. I ran my hands up my stomach and felt up my tits, flaunting them to the crowd.

“Take it off,” one of the guys screamed.

I pouted my lips and shook my finger to the crowd. I faced away from the audience and slowly undid the string around my back. My bikini top hung loosely against my chest and I held it in place with my hands. The men hollered at me. I turned around and danced, not letting them see it all yet. Dancing was the art of seduction.

I dropped the bikini top and let my large breasts free. The boys cheered and whistled at my tits, their fists pumping in the air. I went up to the cold steel pole and pushed it against my cleavage, rubbing myself up and down. I bent over all the way and hugged my ankles, giving the best view of my thong and ass.

My eyes caught one of the bikers and my heart skipped a beat. He wasn't like the others. He sat quietly and stared at me. This guy had long slicked-back hair that was shaved on the sides. Intricate tattoos covered both of his strong arms and broad shoulders. He wasn't cheering along with his buddies.

The mysterious man's dark gaze focused in on me. I became flushed and lost my way for a moment. I climbed high up the pole, wrapping my legs around and locking myself in. I leaned back and swung around, slowly dropping all the way to the stage floor—my signature move. The crowd went wild. I flipped my blonde hair back and locked eyes with the bad boy. He sat in his chair with his stone-cold face, his eyes drinking me in.

This is way too hot.

Rihanna's words slowly faded away and the crowd hollered. I gathered my bikini top and all the tips off the stage.

“One more round of applause for Sapphire,” the announcer yelled.

I gave the audience a curtsy before disappearing into the back—but not without getting one last glance at him. He sat in his seat, blanketed in shadows, with one finger slowly tracing his lips. A desire formed in the pit of my stomach.

“How much did you make?” Cherry asked, following me to my station.

My head was all cloudy and my cheeks were bright red.
Who was that man?

“I said, how much did you make, Nicole?” Cherry repeated.

“Oh sorry. Thanks again for covering for me.” I didn't even bother counting the tips. I handed her the majority of the crumpled up cash in my hands.

Cherry fanned out all the bills and her jaw dropped. “You made all this from one dance?”

I shrugged. “I guess they liked me.”

I sat down at my station, my hands shaking. I didn't have another dance for a couple hours and desperately needed a drink. Alcohol would calm me down. Why was so much adrenaline coursing through me?

Joe came in with a big grin on his face. That was nice change from the Joe I had to deal with earlier. “Great job, Nicole. You got a guy out there requesting a lap dance.”

I nodded and touched up my makeup.
I took a deep breath and my hands stopped shaking.
Could it be him?