Trust (Trojans MC Book 6) (9 page)

“What happened?”

“I got a good education, and they made sure I was taken care of. They understood me. Once I graduated, I got a job, and I went to night-college. One of my jobs, I worked in a gym, where I happened to meet my first Mistress.”

“Mistress?”

“A Domme.”

“Okay,” she said.

He laughed. “I wasn’t a submissive, and they took me to a club, where I found other men with the same likes as myself. I didn’t have the same needs as they did, but it helped to bring me focus. That’s why I like the life, and that is why I trained as a Dom, and then one night, when I was about nineteen, twenty, I was in a bar where Russ was there. One thing led to another, and within a year, I was prospecting for the Trojans MC. I earned my patch, and I haven’t looked back since.”

“No family?”

“No family, no ties. I sometimes go to the foster home to see how everyone is, but other than that, nothing.”

Beth tilted her head to the side, and smiled. Getting to her feet, she moved toward him, and Knuckles pulled away from the table. She straddled his waist, sinking her fingers into his hair and staring into his dark eyes. Most people talked about her own eyes, or lighter colors, blue, green, hazel. Not many people complimented dark eyes, and yet Knuckles’ eyes, they were a glimpse into his soul. Access to him.

“I’d never give you up, or put some somewhere else. You’re mine, Knuckles, just like I am yours.”

Cupping his face, she took possession of his lips, and moaned as he cupped her ass, pulling her close. His once flaccid cock was rock hard, and pressing against her naked pussy.

“We need a condom,” he said.

She climbed off him and went to grab a condom. Rushing back, she tore into the packet and pulled out the latex. Sinking to her knees, she held his length, and rolled the condom over his cock.

“Fuck, even you putting a condom on me feels so damn good.”

She giggled. “I should try and do it more often.”

“Hell yeah, I’m not going to complain.”

Beth took the lead, holding his cock to her entrance, and slowly, seating herself on his length. She released a little gasp as he started to fill her.

He grabbed her hips, and slammed her completely down on his cock, making her cry out. Knuckles filled her to the brim, almost to the point of pain.

“Yes, baby, ride my cock.”

Holding onto his shoulders, she started to ride his dick, moaning as he filled her. Pulling off him until only the tip was inside her, she slammed down to take more of him inside.

“Perfect, so fucking perfect.”

“Yes, fuck me, Knuckles.”

“Baby, you’re the one doing all the fucking. I’m just along for the ride here.”

He held her hips, and together they rocked to completion. It was short, amazing, and Beth shook with the power of her orgasm.

“You’re going to be my old lady, even if I have to enter the ring with Daisy,” he said.

She sat up, and stared at him. “You’d do that?”

“Of course I would. When are you going to realize that for you, sweet Beth, I’ll do whatever it takes to make you mine?”

“I think I’m starting to realize that.”

He trailed a hand down her back, and she sighed, wrapping her arms around him. Knuckles held her close, and she caressed his chest, loving the feel of him. “Daisy won’t believe that you want me.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll make him see.”

Knuckles laughed. “The problem with Daisy, he doesn’t always listen to reason.”

Chapter Nine

Brass stared across town as Eliza walked between the shops. She’d just been in the accessory shop, and came out with a lovely looking handbag. It made him wonder where she was getting the money from. Then again, he wondered if she was even away from her parents or if she was pretending.

Sipping his coffee, he wondered what the hell he was doing here, watching her again. She stared through the windows, looking, and moving on. When she crossed the street, he waited for her to get close to him. Glasses covered her green eyes, and her raven hair was pulled into a ponytail on top of her head.

He stopped in front of her, and she gasped, looking up at him. “Brass?”

“Hey,” he said.

She licked her lips, glancing all around them. Since Knuckles had let it out that he wanted to fuck her, she had disappeared out of the shop without saying a word.

“Um, how’s my car?”

“It’s still in the shop. How’s shopping?”

“I caved with the bag. I really shouldn’t have, but I got a job. I start tomorrow at Mac’s diner. It’s really quite nice. He was suddenly hiring this morning.”

“Do you know how to serve?”

“I do, actually. I worked at a small restaurant when I was a kid.” She lifted up her glasses on top of her head. “I can surprise you. I’m not a pampered princess.”

“Could have fooled me.”

“Look, I’m not used to this. The most freedom I’ve ever had in my life is this right now, away from my parents. There’s always something expected of me, and I find it hard at times.”

He ran a hand down his face and stared at her. “You going to talk about what was said yesterday?” Brass hated sounding like a pussy.

“I, er, I figured he was lying because he found me a nuisance. I don’t really know what to do with my time. I’m used to being ordered around. Never thought I’d actually consider it a comfort to do as I’m told.” She sighed.

Brass saw the sadness in her eyes, and it was like a kick to the gut.

“Would you like some breakfast?” he asked.

“Sure. I can eat. I love eating. It’s what I do best.”

Dumping his coffee in the nearest trashcan, he followed her into Mac’s diner, and took a seat near the window.

“So, you’re part of an MC. I’ve heard a lot about you guys since I’ve been in town. Good and bad stuff.”

“You ever met an MC member before?”

“No.” She picked up a menu. “My father only allowed us to associate with the
right
people as he called it. It was so embarrassing. My sisters and brothers were always happy to do the right thing, the stuff they accepted. Not me. It has been rather stifling.”

“You’re interesting.”

“I’m a pampered princess who escaped her family by buying a shit car that has since broken down on me. Do you think it’s fate?”

“Fate?”

“You know, like my destiny is that I’m to break down in this town, and I don’t know, get a job, become independent so when I go home, I’ll be able to walk on my own two feet.”

Brass was starting to see this woman was talkative. Usually, he hated women that talked and talked. With Eliza, he wasn’t getting the feel. He wanted her to talk, and he wanted to be the one to listen.

“I want to fuck you,” he said.

There was no point in denying the person he was. She was never going to get flowers, roses, or any of that kind of shit from him. He was hardcore, and he wanted her pussy.

Eliza paused, and her cheeks flushed. “Are you always this blunt?”

“Yep. I fuck, and I like to fuck hard.”

She laughed. “I’m kind of nervous.”

“I’m not going to hurt you, and I’m also not going to force you. I’ve told you exactly what I wanted, so now it’s up to you.”

“You’ve told me you want to fuck me. What the hell do I have to do?” she asked.

“That’s up to you. Fate brought you to Vale Valley. It made your car break down several feet from the shop where I was. You’re here exploring your rebellion.”

“I may be getting married.”

“You don’t even have a clue if you’re getting married. Are you in a relationship?” he asked.

“No.”

“Then I don’t see a reason why we can’t explore this thing between us, baby. Let me go and order.” Brass made his way toward the counter, and when he checked the mirror, he saw she was still sitting at the table.
Interesting.
He hadn’t made her run yet. It had to be a record for him.

Smiling to himself, he paid for several rounds of pancakes and coffee.

Settling back down opposite her, he saw her cheeks were flushed.

“I’m not a virgin.”

“That’s good. It means I don’t have to take my time.”

“Are you always going to be an ass?”

He shrugged. “If you want hearts and flowers, look elsewhere.”

“I didn’t come looking for you.”

“No, but you’ve got me, and if you weren’t interested, you’d have run away screaming.”

She frowned. “Why does anyone like you?”

Brass chuckled. “Baby, I’m an asshole. I know what I want, and you know what, my heart is in the right place. My club brothers, they know I’ll jump in front of a bullet for them. They don’t need me to prove that I will. I’ll just fucking do it. I will die for those I love and care about.”

“For those you don’t?”

“I’ve already got enough people to keep safe.”

“Are you like the enforcer?”

“I’m not the enforcer. I’m just a brother who takes care of the club. We’ve all got our place.”

Pancakes arrived, and Brass noticed there was no sign of Mary, which was strange.

“If I decide to do this, what are the rules?”

“No love, no relationship, just pure sex. We have it safe. I don’t want any Brasses or Elizas running around our feet.”

“I’m not ready for kids either. Don’t worry, I wouldn’t expect anything from you.” She gave him a tight smile.

Even as they ate their pancakes, Brass wondered if she’d even consented to them fucking.

****

Mary entered the clubhouse, and the scent of cigarette smoke, vomit, and alcohol was overwhelming. She rushed toward a window and opened it up, hoping for some fresh air.

“Fucking kill me now,” Duke said, lifting up from the long booth, and looking like death.

“Does Holly know where you are?” Mary asked.

“Of course she does. I sent her lots of texts.” He lifted his phone up, and Mary leaned over reading them.

Duke:
I love you baby. I love you so much.

Duke:
youre the best thing that happed to me.

Mary smiled as she saw several of the texts started to look less romantic.

Duke:
bab weeee neeeeeed more kidzas

“Flattering.”

“Fuck me, my head is pounding, and it’s all your fault.”

Mary didn’t dispute him. She had been in the wrong about so much stuff. It was entirely her fault, and she took the blame.

“Where is he?”

“In his room. He called it a night.”

“Was he alone?” Mary asked.

Duke glared at her. “Yeah, he was alone. He had a chance to fucking walk out on you, and he didn’t. You don’t know how lucky you are to have a man like him.”

“Enough, Duke,” Pike said, startling the two of them.

She turned toward the doorway, seeing the man she had fallen in love with a long time ago.

“Pike,” she said.

“I wouldn’t ever step out on you, baby. I’m not going to lie, there was a part of me that wanted you to pay.”

Tears filled her eyes. She deserved it.

“I love you too damn much to step out on you.”

“I quit last night,” she said.

“What?”

“I went to see Mac, and I, um, I found out the truth that you’ve been telling me. I was a fool. I didn’t see it, and I didn’t love him, nor did I want to ever do this between us. I love you. I completely, totally, love you. No one else will ever do for me.” She released a breath. “I just wanted you to know. I gave him back the deeds to the diner. I’ll work with Holly on my blog. Just expect a lot more experimenting from me,” she said, laughing.

Pike rushed toward her, cupping her face. “You quit?”

“I quit. I loved working there, and Mac was just a friend. I love you, Pike. There was no interest on my part. The only man I’ve ever loved is standing right in front of me.” She pressed her lips against his. “Love, love, love, love, love you,” she said.

“You guys are making me sick,” Landon said, popping up from the floor. “Mary, I swear, Pike is a fucking menace. You’ve got to keep him on a leash. I think I’m going to throw up.”

“You made them all drink with you?” she asked.

“Of course. Let’s go home, and keep me locked up safe before they all come to, and they’re ready to kick my ass.”

“I’m going to kick your ass. I’m going to send Holly to you. She’ll do a better job of it than me.”

****

Eliza stared down at her cell phone, which was ringing with her father’s face flashing across the screen. She was getting ready for her first lunch shift at the diner, and she was looking forward to it. Working was something she enjoyed. Her siblings had always been happy for their parents to earn money. Her brothers were allowed to be part of the family business, but she and her sisters had to deal with finding a partner that was suitable for them. She hated the double standards.

Now they were trying to arrange her marriage for her. All of her life she’d never been like them. She’d never needed the finest things in life even though she’d been bought them. Eliza went through life feeling guilty. She didn’t need the fine things. If she didn’t wear them, her parents were upset, but wearing them made her feel like a hypocrite. She didn’t need to wear them just because she could wear them.

People at school considered her an outcast as she wasn’t desperate for the latest gadgets or even for the celebrity way of life. Most of the girls her own age were already thinking about how they could become famous. Sex tapes seemed to be the in thing, and she wasn’t interested in those.

Taking the call, she pressed the cell phone to her ear.

“She answered, Eliza answered,” her father said.

“Hey, Dad,” she said.

“Baby, what is all this nonsense? Come home where you belong.”

“You think I belong at home.”

“Yes. We want you home, and Darcy can’t wait to see you.”

“Dad, I don’t care about Darcy.”

“Honey, there’s no need to make any rash decisions right now. Come home, and we’ll talk about this.”

“We can organize the wedding another day,” her mother said in the distance.

Her family weren’t going to listen to her, none of them were. Letting out a breath, she closed her eyes and rubbed at her temple.

All of her life she had been controlled by what they wanted. “I just wanted to call you to let you know I’m okay. I’m happy, and you don’t need to worry about me.”

“Seriously, Eliza, this has gone far—”

“Talk to you later.” She hung up the phone and let out a breath. She’d never known how exhausting it was handling her parents. For the past week of being stranded in Vale Valley, she’d experienced a lot of fun. She’d been saving money out of her account for months, not to mention the money she’d earned waiting tables. In the beginning she’d been an awful waitress, and it had taken time for her to learn the ropes. Once she did, no one wanted her to leave.

Brass.

Her thoughts went back to the interesting biker who saw more inside her than she thought was possible.

A relationship with him, or a sex thing with him, would be so good. She wanted the chance to do that, to take her complete rebellion, and not look back with regret.

Leaving her small hotel room, she made her way toward the diner. It would be nice to walk on the wild side.