Karma (Kings of Rebellion MC Book 1) (16 page)

I glare up at Brandon, angry that he carried me that way in front of everyone.

“I can’t believe you did that.” I growl and stand from his bed.

I walk towards the door, adamant that I don’t want to be here.

“You’re not leaving.” Brandon speaks from behind me. “Do not open that door.”

I stop walking, staring at the door that I want to open. “Why not?”

“Because we need to talk.” I feel Brandon getting closer to me, my body is very aware of him.

“About the whore?” I sneer.

“No.” Brandon grabs my shoulders, spinning me around to face him and pushing me up against the wall. “About you and my brother.”

Brandon steps closer, trapping me against the wall. I’m not afraid. No, I’m feeling something else entirely.

“Your brother?” I scream. “Because he was messing with you?”

“He looked like he wanted to mess with you.” He growls. “He’s a flirt and loves beautiful women.”

I’m about to shout again, but I hear what he just said. Did he just call me beautiful?

“He was making me laugh and he saw how you were glaring at him. He wanted to tease you, that’s all.” Why am I explaining myself to him? We’re not together, but that’s what this feels like right now.

“Ok.” He nods.

“Brandon,” I hesitate. “Were you jealous?”

I feel nervous as I watch him think about what to say. He could easily embarrass me here and I start to regret my question.

“Lauren, I gotta admit that I really care for you. I just feel protective of you for some reason, and even having Kai that close to you felt wrong. I didn’t like it and yeah, I guess I was jealous.” I stay silent, not because I don’t know what to say but because I want to hear more. He looks into my eyes and I start to feel emotional. “When I found you in that disgusting room, I was so pissed. Not only was my cousin there, but you and Natasha. No woman should ever be treated like that. I hate that you were in that situation and I wish I knew you before so that I could have stopped it from happening. I feel responsible for you, nobody else. Is that weird? That I feel a connection to you? Protective of you? I don’t want anyone close to you, even my brothers because I’m worried you will prefer their friendship to mine.”

“Friendship?” I ask. I feel like his words mean more than just a friendship.

“No, I don’t know what it is. But I do know I want you and it’s fucked because I can’t act on it.” He confesses. “Usually I go balls in, get you in my bed and it’s done. But you’re different. I don’t want to scare you away after Demon, I want to keep you close and I don’t want a quick fuck. I want to keep you around.”

I understand what he’s saying, and his words terrify me. I don’t know what to say. Am I ready for this? Is it too soon?

“Brandon,” I begin but I don’t know what else to say.

“You don’t have to say anything.” He interrupts. He leans in close, breathing on my face and I close my eyes. His nose and forehead touches mine and I melt. “Can I kiss you?”

I’m shocked that he would ask that. He seems like the guy to take and not ask, but he said he cares for me so maybe he’s worried how I would take such an aggressive move. It’s probably the right thing to do. I might have fought back and ran away. I don’t want that and with a simple and quick nod, Brandon’s lips cover mine. I’m taken away with his kiss, my lips surrender to his and he takes control. Once he feels I’m ok with this, he finally shows me who he really is. Brandon captures my face with his large hands, tangling his fingers in my hair and is releasing a groan into my mouth. The room begins to spin and if I didn’t know any better, I would think Brandon has supernatural powers because I’m floating. I sigh in response as Brandon growls, trying to dig deeper into the kiss and press me closer against the wall. I feel his large, hard erection pressing against me and break out in a needy sweat. I haven’t felt like this in a long fucking time, it’s euphoric!

Not only have I never been kissed like this, but I’ve never felt this heated from just a kiss. This is all new territory to me. After being Demon and Strike’s play thing, I’m not used to this anymore and I have no doubt that if I wasn’t so wrapped up in the kiss, then I would be freaking out.

The kissing slows and I back away slightly. Letting my heart calm down and recover. Brandon returns to resting his forehead on mine. “Shit, Lauren.”

I laugh, knowing the feeling.

“I will wait. I know you’re not ready, but I will wait until you are.” He grabs my arse tightly in his grip and growls. “I know you’re fucking worth it.”

I slap him away, still laughing. “Cheeky.”

We then leave, walking side by side and when we return to the bench I’m happy to see the whores are gone. Natasha quickly grabs me and wants to know what’s happened.

“I’ll tell you later.” I whisper back.

Baby catches my eye and winks, causing Brandon to pull me closer to his side.

“Watch yourself.” Brandon warns and Baby gives him the middle finger in return.

For the rest of the night we have fun. A lot of laughs are shared and stories exchanged. For the first time in a very long time, even before The Devil’s, I feel like a part of something.

During the next day, I’m feeling a little weird as I watch Brandon. We haven’t spoken at all today and I can’t help but feel a little vulnerable.

“You’re staring.” Elise whispers beside me and I snap my eyes away from Brandon.

“I was not.” I deny.

Elise and Natasha laugh in response. Once they get back into conversation, I drift away again and let my eyes find Brandon and when I do, he’s looking right back at me. I feel like I’ve been caught out and he sends me a wink before returning back to the club members he’s talking to.

“Enjoying the view?” Natasha asks me. “Boy, I’m so glad we’re having breakfast together.”

I roll my eyes at Natasha’s sarcasm. “Shut up.”

“He’s not ignoring you.” Elise adds. “He’s just talking club business and being the Vice President has its disadvantages. Everyone wants to talk to you and pass messages onto the President. That’s why he turned it down; he said he couldn’t deal with that.”

“Your dad turned being VP down?” Natasha asks.

“Yep.” Elise laughs. “My mum was a little annoyed because Laura was ranked above her for so long. When the opportunity came along to be just underneath her, she wanted it.”

“Surely that doesn’t matter.” I add. “Everyone’s the same here, right?”

Elise laughs a little. “No. There’s a balance here but it works. The men are in charge, and you can’t ever forget it but the women, although they stay in the background, they’re the backbone of this place.” She smiles at us both before carrying on. “The women believe that my Auntie Laura is sitting on the top.”

“Because she’s Franky’s old lady,” I nod. “And if your dad was VP, then your mum would be second in line.”

“Correct.” Elise adds. “She’s over it now, after Laura told her that they are sisters by marriage, my mum was happy.”

I look around at everyone, and yes there’s a ranking and an order of life but nobody is fighting it. I see no arguments and no jealousy. There may be an ordering around here, but it’s not pushed in anyone’s face and they all respect Franky. I can definitely see how they look at Brandon. They look up to them, unlike The Devil’s. They were all afraid of Demon.

My eyes go back to Brandon and I appreciate the way his body moves. The way his muscles ripple on his large biceps makes my breathing quicken.

“You know, you have been watching Brandon all morning.” Natasha moans.

“Really? I didn’t know.” Elise jokes.

“We kissed last night.” I admit and when I look back at them they are frozen in shock.

“Wow.” Elise whistles.

Drew appears a few minutes later and plonks herself in the seat opposite me. “How long do we have to stay here, locked up?”

“As long as The Devil’s pose a threat to you all, then you will stay here.” Brandon says as he places a hand on my shoulder and squeezes. “I will keep you safe.”

Natasha smirks, and without a word they all start to leave.

“I need to find mum.” Drew stands.

“Yeah, so do I.” Elise follows.

“And,” Natasha stands. “I will come with you.”

I laugh as they all run away, leaving Brandon and I alone. He sits himself right next me and smiles widely. His eyes shine and his dimples pop out from under his stubble. “So, we’re alone.”

“It seems so.” Excitement bubbles in my stomach just looking at him.

“Sorry I haven’t spoken to you yet.” He apologizes.

“Don’t worry I know you have business to tend to.” I can’t stop smiling. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.

Brandon nods and places his hand on my thigh. “I keep thinking about last night.”

“Which part?” I tease, even though I know exactly what he’s talking about.

Brandon glances down at my mouth, making me swipe my tongue along my bottom lip and releases a deep moan from the back of his throat.

“Need a reminder?” He asks and I fight myself not to jump all over him. I don’t know what is happening to me. I’ve gone from scared of any touching, to a horny freak the next.

I feel a little overwhelmed, so I take a breather and back away slightly. Brandon smiles, knowing exactly what’s going on inside of my fucked up head.

“My dad has decided we’re having a BBQ this weekend. He said last night lifted everyone’s spirits and wants to do it again.” He rolls his eyes.

“And you don’t?” I ask.

“No, I do but it’s not the only reason.” He smiles. “My dad just loves a party.”

“If it was anything like last night, it will be a blast.” I realize that he could take that as me talking about the kiss and blush.

“VP!” Shouts his dad from the doorway. “Grim!”

Brandon waves his hand, to get his dad’s attention and as soon as Franky sees him, he strolls over.

“Hi, Lauren.” He grins, but I don’t get a chance to answer because he turns straight to Brandon. “I need you in my office.”

“Is it urgent?” Brandon asks, sounding irritated.

“My office,” Franky roars and turns to leave.

“I’ll find you later.” Brandon kisses my forehead and leaves me to watch him follow his father to his office.

The day of the BBQ arrives and for some unknown reason I feel so nervous. I take an extra-long time deciding what to wear. It’s a surprisingly hot summer day in England. Taking that into consideration, I choose my denim shorts and black, baggy blouse with my black high top Converse. Once I’ve straightened my hair and applied minimal make-up, I’m good to go.

Natasha got impatient and left before me, so I walk into the club room alone, but I soon spot Elise and when she sees me, she gives me the thumbs up. “You look great.” She praises.

“Thank you, so do you.” We link arms and make our way to the kitchen to grab some breakfast.

Drew and Natasha are already here, munching on their luscious pancakes. After Elise begs for Natasha to make us some, we sit down with smiles and wait for our own.

“I’m so excited for the BBQ.” Drew grins. “I need a drink, and that’s the only time I’m able to get my hands on alcohol.”

“Why?” I ask.

“In case you didn’t notice, I have three overprotective brothers and an even worse father who watch over me all the time. It’s even worse now that we’re in lockdown.” She sulks.

Finishing our breakfast, we spend the rest of our morning relaxing in the gardens and watching the men set up for the BBQ. Around noon, Laura and June appear at our sides and demand they need our help in the kitchen.

“What?” Elise moans.

“But everything is being cooked out here.” Drew points to the many stations being set up in front of us.

“Not everything.” Laura snaps at her daughter. “All of you up and get to helping.”

Elise rolls her eyes and we all follow. As I do, I clock the whore who was talking shit about me the other night and her eyes drop when she looks at me.

“That bitch got a telling off.” Drew snickers.

“Really?” I ask. Brandon said she was being seen to, but I didn’t really take him seriously.

“The whores aren’t allowed to talk to us. We’re family members, unless we approach them of course.” Elise informs me.

“And she got it bad because she was bitching about you and caused a fight.” Drew adds.

“But I’m not a family member.” I point out and they both stop walking, even June and Laura who must have overheard our conversation.

“Of course you are!” Shouts Elise, and Drew nods beside her.

“Honey,” Laura approaches me. “Since the day you helped Elise, you were family.”

“You’re one of us now.” June smiles. “Those stupid whores don’t have anything on you. As soon as she said those words about you, she was doomed.”

“What do you mean?” I ask.

“Remember the ranks I told you about?” Elise asks. “Well, the whores are rock bottom. Don’t get me wrong, I talk to some of them because not all of them are bitches, but most are. They just want the club members, but here family comes first and you’re family now.”

“You’re classed the same as we are.” Drew points to herself and Elise. “We’re not old ladies, but we’re family and they aren’t allowed to get involved with us.”

Finally getting it, I look over to the bitch that still hasn’t looked at me and I start to feel bad for her and what she does. But when I see her walk over to Brandon and send a smirk my way, all my sympathy goes, and is replaced by rage.

***

I look over at the families laughing and having a great time. The sight makes me smile and calm, which is a rare emotion for me lately.

“You ok?” Elise asks from beside me and I nod in reply. “Different from any Devil’s parties, huh?” She asks again.

“You could say that.” I laugh. I shouldn’t laugh, but now that I’m here, it’s easy to.

Elisa takes my hand and we join Natasha and Drew who are conveniently preparing our drinks. I eagerly take mine from Drew because I need to settle my nerves.
I didn’t say I was completely calm.

Within minutes, Franky comes over to us with a huge smile. It’s a warm day so he only has his short sleeved white shirt under his leather vest and black jeans. “Girls!” He greets and holds us all in a group hug.

We all laugh while Baby and Devlin join us. “Bet you’re glad I teased Grim.” Baby whispers to me.

I nudge him away and narrow my eyes at him. “Shut up.”

“Are you enjoying yourselves?” Asks Franky.

“Yes.” I smile at him and the other girls answer the same.

“Yes.”
Baby mimics me and I push him away with my hands this time.

“Hey!” He shouts the same time as I hear Brandon curse.

“The fuck?” He shouts and I look in embarrassment as Baby lands on Brandon, making his drinks land all over his shirt. Brandon frowns as he looks between me and Baby. “Wanna explain?”

“She can’t handle how much she’s attracted to me, bro.” Baby jokes from the ground.

“He was annoying me.” I frown down at him.

Brandon seems to like my answer and walks over to me. He looks at me, taking me in and it sends shivers down my spine. “I need to change my shirt.” He suddenly speaks and takes my hand, pulling me away from the crowd staring at us.

I look to Brandon, who doesn’t look back as he leads me and then back to our friends who actually look shocked.
What am I missing here?

Brandon leads me to his room, where he shuts the door behind me and pushes me up against the wall. “God I wanna kiss you.” He growls.

I love that he is asking permission and also demanding it at the same time. “Do it then.” I whisper.

No sooner had I said those words, Brandon’s lips land on mine and I melt against him. Brandon growls and I answer with a blissful sigh. Brandon backs away, smirking at me before he pulls his beer soaked top over his head and throws it down on the floor. I stare open mouthed at him, marvelling at his abs and tattoos. I just want to run over to him and lick and touch everything. Better yet, I glance down at the strain in his jeans and bite down on my bottom lip.

“Don’t tease unless you’re going to follow through on it.” Brandon warns and my eyes snap back to his. I stare into his dark eyes, imaging all the things that I wish I could do. Demon has fucking damaged me so fucking bad I can’t even fuck a man that I choose anymore! I’m out of his grasp and he’s still fucking up my life.

I see Brandon realize what he just said to me and he takes my silence as a negative reaction. “Shit, I didn’t mean that.” He runs his hands roughly through his short hair. “Fuck! I did mean that but not in that way!”

He’s getting frustrated, so I slowly walk over to him and grab onto his arms. He stops his pacing and looks down at me. “It’s ok.”

“No, it’s fucking not.” He barks. “I shouldn’t be fucking talking to you like that!”

“Brandon!” I shout. “It’s ok, I get it and I’m fine.”

I look at my hands on his bare flesh and rub them further up his arms, smoothing them along his broad shoulders and onto his tattooed pecks. Brandon’s breathing picks up and his hand reaches my neck and his fingers tangle into my hair. Goosebumps arrive all over me as my eyes travel to his lips. I want to kiss him, fuck I want to do a lot more than kiss him, but I’m not sure I’m ready for that.

My little, Raven.
I hear Demons voice in my head.

You’re mine Raven, Grim can’t have you!
I try to block him out but I can’t.

“You ok?” Brandon asks and I nod my head.

Be a good girl, Raven.
I hear Demon’s voice again, almost as if he is here with us warning me not to be near Brandon.

Without a second thought my lips land on Brandon’s and I feel his hands tangle tighter into my hair. He growls as he deepens the kiss and I let him take me away. Somewhere that Demon can never find me. My hands feel around his chest, my fingers finding the ridges of his abs and my pussy quivers. It’s new to me after The Devil’s and rather than scaring me, I get excited and I break the kiss. I lower down onto my knees, keeping eye contact with him and as I reach up to undo his jeans he stops me.

“Lauren.” He sighs.

“Brandon.” I mock, smiling up at him like a naughty school girl.

Brandon smooth’s a single finger along my jaw and ends at my mouth. “Are you sure?”

“Let me show you.” I purr and go to undo his jeans again. This time he doesn’t stop me and my fingers begin to shake as I pull down his zipper. I’m just so excited to see his cock! Brandon is a big, built man so I can’t help but think is he big everywhere?

I pull down his jeans and then his boxers, biting down on my lip to hold back the gasp when I see the monster that’s been hiding in his jeans.
Oh my fucking god!

However, my eyes do widen as I stare, but Brandon starts to think that’s for the wrong reasons.

“Lauren?” He asks. “We don’t have to do this.”

See? That’s why I also want to do this. Not because I’m horny as hell and want to forget all about Demon, Spike and The Devil’s, but because Brandon is fucking amazing! Yes, he’s a biker and I’ve sensed a very dominant side to him but that doesn’t matter because he’s willing to wait for me. He doesn’t even really know me, but as soon as he met me he sort of took me under his wing and looked out for me. Now, he wants to know if I’m ready and that I’m ok. This side of him makes me want to do it even more. I don’t think I’m ready for sex yet, but this I do need.

“Brandon, I’m fine.” I answer him.

“Then what’s the matter?” He frowns.

I can’t help but laugh. “Your cock,” I continue to chuckle. “It’s huge.”

At this he smirks down at me. “I have heard.”

I don’t like that comment, so I reach under his cock and squeeze on his balls until he backs away.

“Sorry.” I tease at his accusing face. I don’t give him any time to reply. I take his thick, hard cock in my hand and pump slowly. I lick his tip to make it a smooth motion and when I hear Brandon’s groan, I wrap my mouth around the top and suck hard. He thrusts towards me and I take him deeper and I continue to pump his length.

Brandon’s hand reaches the top of my head and holds it in place as he thrusts a little harder. I know he’s holding back for my sake and for that I want to give him a little more. I take his balls into my hand and massage them as I continue to take him in my mouth. This is the first time in a long while I’ve enjoyed giving a blow job and I don’t want it to end, but Brandon has other ideas.

“Lauren, I’m gonna cum.” He warns and I pump his cock and massage his balls harder in reply, hoping he gets the hint that I want him to explode in my mouth. I want him all. “Fuck.” He curses as he thrusts quicker and growls, giving me everything I wanted and more.