CHAPTER ONE

– HEATH –

"Have you seen the new pussy at the gym?" Hayden, my twin, asks.

He sounds eager enough to get his cock wet this instant, which is not something I'm in the mood for. Either hearing about his urge to fuck or who he would like to do it with. Then again, I do have to remind him of something.

I keep my eyes on the tablet I'm drawing on and mutter, "Working out or simply working? Because you know Mom will kick you in the ass if she so much as suspects you're trying to fuck one of the employees."

"She's always trying to cock-block us," Hayden grumbles.

Now I do lift my gaze and raise one of my eyebrows. "That's because she doesn't like walking in on us with our dicks out or stuffed into one of the holes a chick has."

Hayden shrugs. "She's the former president's old lady, you would think she'd be used to club shit. I mean, Dad and the others weren't saints until they claimed their old lady."

I shake my head and continue with the sketch I'm working on for a client. My twin and I are both tattoo artists and we've taken over the club-owned tattoo shop where our mother used to work. Hayden and I also took the gavel and took over as co-presidents of Areion Fury MC when our father stepped down.

One would think we'd divide tasks where one becomes the president and the other the vice president, but we don't divide shit; we share. Which means we both wear the president patch and Kyan is our VP. Kyan's father, Calix, is a former member of this MC and current president of AF MC Ohio.

Since Kyan has an older brother who will take the gavel once his father retires, we decided to snatch him away and make him our VP. We all grew up together and have our own mindset of how to run this club.

Of course, we still have the same values and respect the brotherhood founded by our parents, but we have our own plans and ideas we slowly implement. Like two presidents for instance. We don't give a shit what others think or do; this is our club.

"Besides," Hayden says as he gets to his feet. "The reason she hired the new chick was because I fucked the one she fired."

I glare at my twin. "You mean she was fired because you fucked her."

Hayden shrugs. "There's a ‘don't fuck the owners' policy so she knew what was coming…besides me."

I close my eyes to shove my thumb and forefinger in there and rub while I grumble, "You should stop thinking with your cock and stop acting like a horny teenager."

"Like you do?" The fucker snickers.

Blinking a few times to clear my vision, I snap, "I'm not denying I've indulged in stray pussy, but we only have to snap our fingers nowadays to get our cock sucked. That right there has become a meaningless overload that doesn't spike my interest anymore. So, yeah, take a page from my book and keep it in your damn pants."

"Maybe it's time for a run, travel through a few states, and indulge in some fresh piece of ass to change things up," Hayden suggests. "Sounds to me like you're just bored and need a new flavor."

I shut the drawing tablet off and shove it into my backpack. "Not the point, Hayden. I want something solid instead of meaningless, and the way we've been fucking? It makes me realize the fact that all this time I haven't run into one single chick that holds my interest longer than the two times we fuck one."

"Two times is enough. It's been that way for us ever since we were old enough to play with our cocks." Hayden shrugs. "We're too young to settle down, and there's not one chick out there who would understand the way we live. There's nothing I want to change either. So, I hope you're not talking about claiming an old lady, man. 'Cause that will cock-block us more than our mother would."

I grimace at the reminder that my twin and I only fuck a chick twice. It's the rule we have in place between us because we're twins. Early on we've noticed how chicks liked to fuck both of us to compare cocks, or whatever twisted reason they have to compare twins.

It might be true that we share everything…except that shit doesn't fly when we're fucking. Folks might think otherwise, but that's their assumption even if we do create that mindfuck. A mindfuck; we share everything except pussy.

We've created said mindfuck by only one of us fucking a chick twice. Once as ourselves and the second time by using the other one's name. The chick thinks she's nailed us both while she's just been fucked by the same guy twice. Blown to smithereens is the idea of comparing twin cocks, fucking style, or whatever drives them to fuck twins.

"You know damn well I hate change. I don't know what I want, okay?" I snap and rub the back of my neck.

Hayden narrows his eyes. "Well, you seem to know damn well what you don't want, and that's stray pussy. Hey, what if we hit pause on getting our cocks wet? It'll clear our minds and no fucking will get us horny enough to fire back up after–"

"A couple of days?" I finish his sentence and snort. "You can't even last a day without getting your cock wet, fuckwad."

The fuckwad in question grins slyly back at me without any remorse. "You know it." His face becomes serious. "But you know I'll do it if you need it."

That's my brother, my twin; the other half of me. This is why I might crave a change, but deep down I know it's unrealistic since not many understand our connection. We live in the same house and neither of us will ever give up our shared home or have someone breach our space. Yeah, definitely no old lady for me, and for damn sure not for Hayden.

"I need to put a pin in fucking," I find myself saying. "At least for a while to keep our heads focused."

Hayden gives me a tight nod. "Done. Besides, it'll be good to keep our heads clear with those new guys showing up in our town."

"Have you heard back from Class yet?" I check my watch. "He should have been able to find something about those fuckers, it's been over an hour already."

"Class is always fast with getting any intel we need, but he's also easily distracted and goes overboard with computer shit once he starts running his programs. Let me check." Hayden takes his phone from his pocket and thumbs off a message.

The whoosh of an incoming message fills the air and Hayden states, "He's in church, asking for us to join him."

I check my watch again. "I don't have much time."

"Same. We both have appointments set in an hour. Let's get this shit done." He stalks out of our office and I follow him into church.

Class is our computer guy, he was raised in this MC, just like us. He doesn't even take his eyes off the screen of his laptop when we enter church. Briggs does lift his chin in greeting along with his brother, Lee.

Briggs and Lee are also brothers by blood, their father is Sico, one of the older generation. Sico and his old lady, Simi, also have a daughter, Lyla, who lives on the property. Lyla works in the club's tattoo shop as one of the piercers.

Lee is our enforcer, Briggs our road captain, and they both switch shifts as bartender to run The Purple Bean, a bar the club owns. Yates and Soren are sitting at the table across from Class, Lee, and Briggs.

Class is clearly waiting for us to join them because when Hayden and I take a seat, he instantly starts to spew details. "It's an MC trying to set roots in our town."

"The fuck you say," Hayden snarls.

Class ignores him as he continues, "We thought it was another ink shop trying to compete with us, but their shop is only a front for their shady shit."

"Let me guess," I grit. "Drugs."

"Anything you can snort up your nose, swallow down your throat, or shoot in a vein," Class affirms.

Lee clears his throat. "Derek's Quest MC. Derek Gage is the president, Dash is his VP. Gage has been in and out of prison. He had his sister, Mia, sign a lease for the shop and she's living in the apartment above it. The fucker has moved in there as well as his VP and another fucker by the name of Ned. It's a small club but they are trying to set roots here and grow."

"How the hell did you get that intel?" I wonder. "A living situation isn't exactly registered if they're all shacking up in there, right?"

Lee smirks. "True. Lyla got all the information out of the chick when she not so accidentally bumped into Mia. She played the innocent ‘girl next door' chick and asked about the tattoo sign in the window. You know how my sister is, you give her one look and she'll make you confess all your sins."

I'm about to remind Lee it's not a good thing his sister is so damn slick when my brother already speaks up. "Lyla has balls, but no cock and therefore no damn cut, Lee. That shit she pulled is fucking dangerous, especially knowing it's a drug-dealing MC trying to breach our territory and start a fucking turf war."

This is why we're both wearing the president patch. We practically share a brain when it comes to running the club and making crucial decisions.

"Try telling her that," Briggs mutters, making Lee snicker.

Hayden and I stare at both fuckers, making their laughter cut short as they both nod and grunt, "Understood, Prez. It won't happen again."

"I'll have a talk with her myself to make sure," I tell them. "I'm heading to the shop within the hour, and I assume she's working today."

"Yeah, but she's off within the hour and told me she's gonna hit the gym right after," Briggs says.

"I'll find her," I assure. "Class, contact Ganza from Broken Deeds MC and give him the names you just mentioned. I'll give Archer a call and shoot Austin a message as well."

Broken Deeds is a motorcycle club who has a signed contract with the government. They solve crime cases by using any means possible to let justice prevail. We're connected to this MC by blood since Archer is my cousin.

My aunt used to be the president's old lady and over time there's been a lot of trading going on between our clubs. For instance, Bee, Archer's old lady, is the daughter of Dams, our former VP. Austin is Pokey's son, one of our older generation members, and Austin switched patches after he claimed Jersey, a daughter of a Broken Deeds MC member.

This connection makes a strong foundation between our clubs and we've worked together for decades. It's definitely useful now when we can let them do an extensive background check and give them a little heads-up as well that some potential bad shit just hit our territory.

"Will do," Class replies.

"You go to work, brother," Hayden states while he glances at his phone. "I'll make that call to Archer and message Austin. Maybe you can catch Lyla if she's still at the shop or find her at the gym, that way you can handle everything before your client shows up. My client just messaged me that he'll be an hour late, so I have some time to spare."

I get to my feet and give them all a nod. "Perfect. See y'all later, and make sure no one heads out alone. We don't know what these fuckers are up to."

"Agreed," Hayden rumbles.

Stalking out of church, I grab my backpack with the drawing tablet inside and leave the clubhouse. I place the backpack on my back after I straddle my Harley Davidson Softtail Fatboy. Firing it up, I take a moment to enjoy the rumble before I hit the road.

It's a short ride from the clubhouse to the shop, and I park my bike around back. We have a private parking lot since we own the gym as well as the tattoo shop next to it. Lyla's bike is still sitting in the space reserved for personnel so she's still either in the shop or the gym.

I grab my phone from my pocket and shoot Lyla a message. She instantly replies with an answer that she just arrived at the gym and is currently sitting in the office. Shoving my phone back into my pocket, I take the stairs to enter the gym through the personnel entrance.The office is the first room on my left.

The door is open and I notice Lyla sitting on the desk, so I instantly growl, "That shit you pulled today was dangerous. You might think you have the balls to face danger head-on, but you're considered collateral damage when shit hits the fan, Lyla. You knew damn well when you deliberately ran into Mia that her brother was the president of another MC, one who fucking deals in drugs and shit. Dammit, Lyla, how many times do you think you can pull the devil's tail and not get burned, eh?" She tries to open her mouth and I hold my hand palm up. "Don't fucking answer, just listen real good. This was the final time you mess with club business, understood?"

Lyla narrows her eyes. "Or what? I'm out? Newsflash, Prez . Oh, wait…you're not my president, or my old man, for that matter. I'm just the daughter of a member, and a sister of two members. I know my place damn well without your little reminder. And for your information? All I did was chat with a chick as a favor to my brother when I overheard those two idiots chatting about how one of them should try and hook up with her. Now that would have been a catastrophic disaster if you asked me."

I release a harsh breath, knowing she's right, but I can still hear myself say, "Heed the warning I just gave you, Lyla. You don't need to get caught up in club business that will get you hurt...or worse."

Lyla jumps off the desk and glares at me. "Understood, Heath." Her eyes slide past me and her voice sounds a tad nicer when she says, "Talk later."

She stomps out of the office and I instantly turn to see who Lyla was looking at before she left. My gaze collides with eyes that can only be described as ocean blue. Fuck, what a load of different shades of deep blue, it's almost unnatural.

"Are you wearing contacts?" The question practically falls right out of my brain.

The corner of her mouth twitches. "I'm not the kind of person who would stick a finger into her eye to add some color."

"So, that's a no," I mutter, and then finally fire up another brain cell or two when I add, "The shit you just heard wasn't meant for your ears."

The chick gives a tight nod. "Club business, understood, boss."

I let my gaze wander over the woman standing before me. She has ice blonde hair which is pulled back. Sharp jaw, high cheekbones, perky nose with a tiny loop in the left nostril, and her cheeks are dusted with freckles. Nice tits, curvy hips, quite the stunner. She's different than the chicks I've recently met and yet she's definitely the type I'd like to shove my cock deep inside.

Wait. She said boss. "You're the new gym clerk my mother hired?"

"Not quite. Well, I told her I'd also handle the front desk, but I'm also one of the trainers." She shoves her hand out. "I'm Brandee, but you can call me Bran."

My fingers slide over her skin until our palms are merged together. Her warmth seeps into me and it feels electrifying.

"Heath," I manage, completely enthralled with the woman standing before me.

Our hands and eyes stay locked when she murmurs, "So I've heard. You're one of the two I should not kiss or get hot and naked with. Heath and Hayden. Your mother put your name into the non-disclosure contract I had to sign. Pretty impressive if someone adds those kinds of details into a contract."

I wince and feel the need to admit, "Hayden's fault."

The corner of her lush mouth twitches again. "I'm sure it is."

My gaze travels from her lips to her cute as fuck nose and it makes me wonder, "Is that the only piercing you have?"

An unfeminine snort leaves her. "Are you sure it's Hayden's fault? 'Cause that line right there sounds more like an opening to discuss my possible nip or clit piercing."

Fuck. My cock is as hard as the warning in her non-disclosure contract.

"What if we discuss my possible Prince Albert piercing?" I smirk.

As expected, her eyes dart south and it makes my pierced cock twitch behind the zipper of my jeans. Her thumb strokes the back of my hand and it's then I realize that we're still holding hands. The tip of her tongue slides over her bottom lip and I'm completely drawn to the movement.

Invisible strings pull me forward. I need to have a taste of her delicious looking mouth. What would it feel like to slide my tongue over her plump lips, breach her mouth to rub my tongue against hers? I could definitely palm one of her breasts to check if her nipples are pierced.

My other hand would wander off too, needing to grab her ass so I can grind my cock against her belly. Leaving her breast, I could easily shove my hand into her pants to strum her clit and also check if the hood is pierced or if there's some other hardware hiding in her panties. The way her pupils dilate? She's having the same lustful thoughts and would definitely do all of those things.

None of it happens, though. A throat is cleared, and then pain bursts through my nose. Bran mutters a string of curses and rubs her forehead.

I glare at Pierce, a prospect, who is standing awkwardly in the open door. My nose stings and I know it's bleeding by the feel of something warm and wet sliding over my lip, along with the metallic taste on my tongue.

"S…s…sorry, Prez," Pierce stammers. "I didn't know you were…busy. I was looking for Bran."

"Get the fuck out, prospect," I snarl, making him stumble back into the hallway as I give the door a push to make it slam shut in his face.

I mutter a few curses of my own and turn my head as I hold up my arm to wipe my bloody nose on my sleeve.

Bran grabs my head in her hands before my nose makes contact with the fabric. "None of that, let me see."

She's so damn close when her piercing blue eyes check out my nose. Her delicate fingers leave a tingling sensation wherever she fucking touches me. I want to feel it on my cock right fucking now. The hell with no sex. This woman is worth breaking whatever rules I've set in place with my brother.

I'm about to lean in and try to kiss the woman for a second time when the door bursts open and my fucking mother enters with a look on her face that's created to burn down complete villages.