Chapter Nine

Bullet

I sat at the table with a second cup of coffee. Every time I glanced at Stormy, she smiled, and a blush tinted her cheeks.

“We should get going,” I said to her and finished the dregs in my cup.

“Back to the MC?” She carried the cup to the sink, quickly washed it, and set it upside down on the tea towel.

“We need to head over to Lacey’s place. You need something to wear to the BDSM club tonight. Lacey can hook you up, and you can see Bristol while we’re there. She’s staying with Lacey and Clover.”

She nibbled on her lip and braced her hand against the counter.

“What’s worrying you? It can’t be Bristol.”

“Maybe you should just drop me off at the MC. I’m sure I can put together something from my dancing outfits.”

“We have to fit in. It’ll be you and me, and Torch and Gabi. ”

“You could pick something for me to wear. I don’t want to go. I mean, I’ll go to the club, just not to see your girls.”

I came around the counter and wrapped my arms around her. “Trust me. Bristol is going to be fine with you and me.”

She lifted those brown eyes to me, but there was still a question in the worry on her face. “I know.”

I hopped up on the counter. “Talk to me. Was this, you and me, a one-time thing? Tell me if it is, but you gotta know, that’s not what I want.” I rested a hand at the base of her neck and pulled her closer. “But I can tell you, it’s going to be fucking impossible to be in the same room with you and not touch you.” My thumb stroked her fluttering pulse point. “If I touch you, I’ll want to taste you.” I kissed her hard, sliding my tongue into her mouth.

She clutched my thigh, and my cock responded with a stretch, hardening and throbbing. She whimpered as I sucked her lower lip until it popped from my mouth. I put an inch of space between us.

“I want more, Stormy.” I lifted her small hand in mine and laced our fingers. When the fuck had I become a hand-holder? It was her. The differences between us. Touching her was touching something beautiful. But I wasn’t a man of poetry. She wasn’t going to get sonnets and sunsets with me. I’d fuck her filthy, and fuck-up anyone who touched her.

A sultry softness shadowed her eyes.

“We don’t know how long we got together,” I said. “This feels good. You and me.” We weren’t forever, but we had to be more than once. “What do you want? ”

“I want you, too. And I’m not worried about how your kittens will feel about you fucking me.” She slipped her hand from mine. “But Bullet, how are they going to feel about you and me ? I can’t share. Their claws are going to come out when they can’t have you, too.”

“It’s not like that.” I jumped from the counter. “Even if they had a problem with us, it wouldn’t matter. I don’t ask their permission.” Unlike their pussies, my dick wasn’t business property.

“I don’t want to lose my friendship with Bristol.”

“Do you want me to talk to her?” I plucked my cigarettes off the table, flipped one out of the pack, and slipped it between my lips.

“I will.” This time, she stepped into my arms. “I hope you’re right, but until I talk to her, let’s not make it obvious.”

I chuckled and slapped her ass. “I need to grab a few things, then we can take off.”

A few minutes later, I had two-saddle bags packed. I secured the house and followed Stormy down the front steps. She headed toward the bike.

“Here, can you carry these?” I handed her the saddlebags, grabbed the handlebars and rolled the Harley into the garage. I had a couple of different bikes. I parked the Street Bob and grabbed her helmet off the handlebar. The Heritage would be a better ride for her. Once I’d zipped the saddlebags onto the yoke, I started the engine.

The loud rumble echoing through the barn scared a bird from the rafters .

“Ready?” I asked her.

She smiled, clipped on her helmet, tugged on her gloves, and climbed on behind me. This time when her arms went around me, she held on with a familiarity that had my chest tight and my gut snapping with uneasiness. This felt too fucking good for a Heller who never planned to have an old lady riding on the back of his bike.

What the fuck was I doing? There were two possible outcomes, and both were like riding down the highway with the throttle open and hitting a blind curve. Shit could get serious with Stormy, and I didn’t do serious. But the thought of her leaving cut like a fucking knife to the chest.

Her fingers roamed over my stomach. I covered her hand with mine and held her tight to my abdomen. Fuck it. I’d lived life with an uninhibited hedonism, pursuing pleasure with purpose. Nothing had felt as good as Stormy did in a long fucking time.

***

I rolled up to the two-story townhouse in the Hills neighborhood, pulled into the driveway, and parked next to Bristol’s vehicle in front of the two-car garage.

Lacey and Clover lived in an upper middle-class neighborhood next door to suits who drove electric cages to work Monday through Friday and were road warriors on the weekend with their Harleys.

I cut the engine and dropped the kickstand.

Stormy unclipped her helmet, pulled it off, and combed her hair with her fingers.

“We good?” I asked .

She nodded. I kissed her quickly, grabbed her helmet, and lobbed it over the handlebar. She braced a hand on my shoulder and dismounted. In just a couple rides, she’d become comfortable on the bike. Like she belonged on the back.

“The girls are expecting us.” I knocked once and opened the front door. With my arm loosely around her waist, we entered the house. Once inside the foyer, stairs led to the upper floor, and the living room, dining room, and kitchen were on the left of the open floor plan.

“In here,” Lacey called from the kitchen. Clover and Bristol were at the island counter.

Shifting my palm to her lower back, I led her toward the kitchen.

“You’re just in time for lunch,” Lacey said. “Are you hungry?”

I glanced down at Stormy at the same time she tipped her face to me. “We’re hungry.” I spoke to Lacey without taking my eyes off Stormy. “Do you want coffee?”

“Yes, please,” she said.

I led her to the stool next to Bristol, then made myself at home in the kitchen, brewing a pot of coffee.

“I need a favor,” I said to Lacey. “I’m taking Stormy out to a club tonight. She needs something special to wear.”

“Oh, yeah? You should come with us.” She licked a bit of avocado from her thumb. “We were thinking of going to Roosters. It’s a club on the other side of town. Industrial rock. I want one of their T-shirts. They say we love cock-tails. ”

“It’s not that kind of club. I’m taking her to a place called High Protocol.”

Lacey gasped. “You’re taking her to a BDSM sex club. I want to go.”

“Not this time.”

“But that’s not your scene,” she said to me.

“No shit. I’m not interested in chaining her to a cross and flogging her. That’s your scene. The guy that owns it might have some information on Emerson. We’re meeting him tonight, so I need you to give her something to wear. We need to blend in.”

“Good luck with you blending in, but I can hook her up.” She glanced at Stormy. “You’re a lot smaller than me but take whatever you want.”

“Thanks.”

I brought two cups of coffee to the island, set one in front of Stormy, and sat in the chair next to her. I draped my arm across the top rung of her high-backed stool. “Blue’s driven past Indulgence. Everything seems quiet.”

Lacey grilled avocado and turkey panini sandwiches. “It has been. And I have to admit, I’m not mad about it.”

“We want to talk to you,” Clover said. “About a business proposition.”

I nodded and sipped my coffee.

“After lunch we can go to the office.” Lacey took the next two sandwiches off the panini press and set one in front of me and the other in front of Stormy. I casually feathered my fingertips against her back, then straightened, picked up the sandwich, and took a bite .

Nothing awkward seemed to come from Lacey or Clover. However, Bristol was notably quiet as she finished her lunch. She’d only spoken a few words to Stormy, and I could feel the tension thickening in the room. Stormy had to be drowning in worry.

I leaned in and whispered in Stormy’s ear. “I’ll talk to Bristol before we leave.”

“No,” she stated, jerking her gaze to me. Then she quieted. “Don’t make it worse.”

Fuck. I shifted my attention to Bristol. Stormy didn’t want my interference, but I hoped the glare I leveled at Bristol made an impact. Stormy didn’t need this shit, and neither did I.

Lacey and Clover asked Stormy about the MC, riding on the back of the bike, but any questions regarding me were in making sure I wasn’t being a dick to her.

Once the dishes were done, I stood from the chair.

“Will you be okay?”

“She’s fine,” Bristol said.

Stormy smiled.

I hesitated but followed Clover as she and Lacey headed to the rear of the house. The back bedroom had been converted to a home office. I glanced one last time over my shoulder. Bristol cocked a brow, and her lips pursed.

In the office, I plopped down on the sofa along the far wall, stretched out with my boots hanging off the edge, stuffed a cigarette between my lips, sparked my lighter, and drew a deep inhale. A grumbly groan ripped from my chest as I exhaled .

“You look tired,” Clover said, sitting on the corner of the desk.

“I doubt he’s been getting any sleep since he’s been riding the new girl for the last few days.” Lacey laughed and sat in the office chair, wiggled the mouse, and woke the computer.

“It’s not like that with her.” I sighed, exhaling smoke through my nostrils. “Not exactly like that.”

Clover laughed. “We could tell by looking at your neck.” She approached, smacked my feet for me to move, and sat next to me. “Any news on the guys giving her shit?”

“Not yet.” I stood from the couch and checked the mirror behind the desk and smiled. She fucking marked me. The bruise was light and blended with the edges of my tatt. Leave it to Clover to notice.

Lacey glanced up at me. “Who is this girl? And what has she done to you?”

I grumbled and returned to the couch.

“Oh, I think I’m going to like her.” Lacey smirked. “Another kitten but this one has claws.”

“You can like her later. What’s up?” I asked Clover.

“The last couple of days have given us time to go over our accounts, contact our clients, and try to come up with ideas on how we can move forward. Bullet, shit’s been bad for months. I’m fucking exhausted, and so is Lacey. We’ve been thinking. Bristol and Jinx can’t go back to the Landing Strip. Bristol is scared. We’re all scared. There’s been too much heat on the MC, and that puts all of us at risk. We got to thinking maybe it’s time we did something different. ”

I sat up straighter and braced my forearms on my knees. “You want out?”

“Yes, and no,” Clover said. “We have an idea where we can make some money. We know initially Bristol and Jinx won’t make as much as they do dancing. We’ll need an investment, and we’ll need your participation. We’ll share equally in the profits.”

Lacey came around the desk, holding a notebook, and plopped onto the couch on the other side of me. “We’ve talked to Bristol and Jinx, and they’re on board. Scarlett and Skye aren’t sure, but I think once you tell them you’re in, they’ll be convinced.”

Clover rolled her eyes. “Scarlett will do whatever you tell her, and Skye will listen to Scarlett.”

Lacey spun and sat with her legs crossed. “We want to be on camera.”

My brows furrowed. There was money in porn and a whole lot of bureaucratic red tape. Licensing, production, distribution. “Lacey, it’s always been about you girls. There’s more to porn than setting up a tripod and fucking on camera.”

Clover smiled and nodded. “That’s what we want to do, but not porn, well, it is, but we won’t have to take clients anymore.”

Lacey flipped open the notebook. “But we won’t be doing pornographic movies. We want to be cam girls. Masturbation, showers, girl on girl, and you’d fuck us live on camera.”

Jesus. Fucking. Christ.

Storm y

Bristol flipped through hangers in Lacey’s closet. “Girl, what was that about?”

I sat on the end of Lacey’s bed, a bed Bullet had probably fucked her in, and tried to tamp down the noxious jealousy polluting my mind. Every woman in this house had slept with Bullet.

He was downstairs now. Alone with both of them. Because I obviously enjoyed tormenting myself with mental abuse, I wondered if he ever fucked them at the same time. Of course he did. Maybe he’d had all his kittens at the same time.

Bristol paused at the threshold of the closet with hangers in each hand. “Are you listening to me?”

I pressed two fingers against my temple. “Sorry.”

“Do you like either of these?” Short skirts, leather tank tops, and spandex spread out on the bed. In the mix was a dress with a lace and leather corset connected to panels of leather, creating a long skirt. One, I couldn’t fill the D-cups, and two, I’d drag the panels of the skirt like a gothic wedding dress train. I set it aside, but underneath it there was a black bondage dress that might work.

“We can try this one,” I said.

“She has more like it.” Bristol went back into the closet, and I stripped out of my jeans and T-shirt.

The dress was a two-panel dress, a front and a back connected by buckles at the bra line and two more at the hip and two at the thigh. Straps made from chains connected to the front and crisscrossed in the back. I wouldn’t be able to wear a bra or panties.

“What the fuck? ”

Bristol came into the room with her arms filled with a few more outfits for me to try. I turned to her, and her eyes tracked over my body. Not that I should care. She’d seen every part of me at the Landing Strip.

“Bitch, you are so full of shit.” She tossed the clothes on the bed and crossed her arms over her chest. “I knew something was off. You’re too quiet, and I don’t know who that is downstairs. The Bullet I know is not touchy-feely, but he couldn’t keep his hands off you.” She tilted her head and cocked a brow. “But it looks like a lot more than his hands have been on you. Those are hickeys.”

“I wanted to talk to you,” I said. “But not in front of Lacey and Clover.”

“I’ve known that man for five fucking years, and you know how many times he’s made me coffee? Never. Do you know how often he hovers? Right. Never.” She drew out the ver in ne ver .

This was worse than I’d anticipated. Worse because I’d betrayed my friendship. Bristol was pissed. I’d be pissed. “I’m sorry. Oh god, I’m so sorry. I can explain.”

“No, I don’t think you can. Do you know what you’ve done?”

“I know,” I whispered again.

“You’ve domesticated him.”

“What?”

“He’s a whipped puppy with you.” She bounced onto the bed. “You can try on clothes and talk at the same time, so spill the tea, and I mean every fucking drop.”

“Do you hate me? ”

She leaned on her elbow and rested her head on her palm. “Why would I hate you?”

“Because I care about you, and I’ve lied to you, and I slept with your biker-boyfriend-pimp.” My voice grew louder with each confession.

“I’m not mad that you fucked Bullet, but there is something more going on between the two of you. I know… I know you were at the warehouse that night. I know whatever happened changed him. I think it was you. Just talk to me.”

“It’s like I can’t breathe unless I’m with him.” Like he’d become my gravity, holding me here. When I was alone in a room with him, nothing else mattered. Not my safety, not his. For months, just the memory of him had consumed me.

Now, I could smell him on me. His cigarettes, whiskey, darkness, and danger. I was intoxicated by him, my senses overwhelmed.

“Are you in love with him?”

Tears burned in my eyes. “Like an addict loves their high.” I wouldn’t call my feelings love. “I’m scared to be without him, but I know I can’t stay. I can’t be with him when he has other attachments. He’s not going to give up his pimp life for me.”

I released a sigh. Voicing the truth made it real. Bullet had said he’d only be mine as long as he was in my bed. But there was no promise on how many nights we’d share the same bed. I doubt Bristol would be as open about the situation if she knew of his promise to me.

My gaze met hers, and a feeling of defeat settled in my belly. “I already know how much it hurts to see him with someone else. Even my best friend. ”

“Stormy, he’s not mine. He never has been.” She grabbed my hand. “He’s never left a hickey on me. You know why? Because when I fuck, the client doesn’t want to be reminded someone else was on me the night before.”

I groaned and flopped to my back onto the clothes covering the bed. “You’d just give him up? What about the other kittens ?”

She rolled onto her belly next to me. “Stormy, I love Bullet, but I don’t know the same man you do. I’ve never seen him look at one of us girls, or anyone else, the way he looks at you.”

I sat up and fingered the soft fabric of the dress. “I haven’t been honest with you. That night at the warehouse, he—” The confession tasted bitter. She had her secrets with Bullet, and I had mine. “It’s complicated,” was all I could say. Bullet had killed men that night, but those weren’t my secrets to share. “Bullet is the reason I avoided bikers at the Landing Strip, but I never thought he could be your biker.”

“I think he’s your biker now.” She scooted off the bed. “Take off your bra and panties. We need to see how the dress fits.”

Once naked, she helped me into the dress. The fabric skimmed my nipples and draped my body.

“We need to adjust the straps. This might be the only dress that’ll fit you because it’s adjustable.”

Lacey had a chest, and I was barely a B-cup. I lifted my arms, and Bristol cinched the buckles, molding the dress to my form.

“Just listen to me,” she said as she did the adjustments. “What if this thing with Bullet does only last a couple weeks? He’s made it clear he’s not leaving you alone at the MC, and you’re going to be in the same bed with him.”

I shifted, making sure I could still move with the straps snug against my skin. “We slept in the same bed last night and didn’t have sex.”

“Really?” She sounded surprised. “So, when did you fuck him?”

“This morning at his place.”

And my pussy felt as if it had been hit by a train. Not that I would say those things to Bristol. I couldn’t share my intimate details of Bullet. I didn’t want what I had with him to be anything like what he’d had with anyone before me.

“If I had a genie in a bottle, I’d wish for a place like Bullet’s. Isolated, peaceful, a place that feels like a home. You know, old and lived in.”

“Tell him you’d rather stay out there than the MC.”

I shook my head, stood in front of the mirror, and smoothed my hands down the dress. “It’ll only make it harder to leave.”

I reminded myself this was just temporary, but I couldn’t stop the flurry of butterflies in my belly at seeing myself in the dress, of knowing I was wearing it for Bullet.

“You look stunning. I’d fuck you.” She smoothed my curls over my ears. “Maybe one day you go back to being Madison. But don’t lie to me. Stormy likes riding on the back of his bike.” Her lips twisted into a knowing smirk. “And bitch, good luck trying to stay off his dick. ”

Bullet

“Not happening,” I said and pulled a cigarette from my pack. “I’m not fucking you on camera.”

Clover snorted. “It’s not like you haven’t fucked me in front of an audience.”

Lacey slid onto the desk, letting her legs dangle. “Or me.”

“Not. On. Camera.” Not on my dick as long as Stormy was in my bed.

“Or Jinx. Or Scarlett, or what was the chick’s name that you used to smash? The redhead who laughed all the time when you were fucking her. Remember how high we’d get before she came over,” Clover said, and then she and Lacey laughed, mimicking the girl.

Fucking in front of Rogue or sharing pussy with Kodiak had never bothered me. I’d done my share of partying, but I was dipping my toe into something with Stormy. I’d call it a relationship, but I’m not sure that’s what we had either. We had something . I wanted more. And I didn’t want my history fucking it up.

I took a long pull off my cigarette. I hadn’t been in bed with Lacey or Clover in a couple of weeks. I’d never fucked Skye. For them, this conversation wouldn’t be uncomfortable. I figured Bristol and Stormy would work out any concerns they had, and no doubt Scarlett was going to be a bitch to Stormy. That left Jinx, and she preferred to hang out with Hellers, but it didn’t have to be my bike or my dick she rode .

“I’m not sure where this situation with Stormy is headed.”

Sitting on the couch, Clover braced her bare feet on the glass coffee table. “You’ve never backed down from a fight.”

I leaned forward and tapped ash from the cigarette. “I’m not talking about her ex.”

Neither Clover nor Lacey spoke. The quiet in the room suffocated. I guess they were waiting for me to declare I’d become pussy whipped over a petite dancer with an attitude and a sharp tongue, but with a strength at war with her vulnerability.

“What are you saying?” Lacey finally asked. “Does she need to stay here with us?”

“She stays with me.”

Clover tapped her chin with her finger. “And she rides on the back of your bike.” She tilted her head. “Lacey, did you hear him bitching about giving her a ride?”

“No, actually, he politely asked her if she’d like a cup of coffee.”

Clover nodded. “I heard that, too. About the time I noticed the hickeys all over her neck.” She tugged on the collar of my T-shirt. “She’s not the only one. Can you imagine how he’d react if we left a mark on him? Well, besides scratches down his back.”

“Hmm,” Lacey hummed. “This situation could be serious.”

“Exactly,” Clover said to her while looking at me. “Because we know he isn’t possessive over pussy.”

“And that is definitely territorial for him.”

“Fuck you both. ”

“Oh, I think that’s the opposite of what you’re trying to say.” Clover laughed.

“She’s important,” I said.

Clover smiled at Lacey. Neither said a fucking word.

“Fuck off,” I said and stubbed my cigarette into the ashtray.

“We’re right though, aren’t we? Monogamy,” Clover whispered as if the word tasted bitter in her mouth.

“It’s not serious, but I’m not fucking anyone as long as I’m in her bed.”

“That’s called monogamy.” Lacey slapped her palms to her thighs. “Since you’re in a relationship now, do you think Kodiak would fuck on camera?”

Before I could respond, Scarlett hollered from the hall. “Bullet!”

Fuck, she sounded scared.

“In here,” Clover said, swinging the door wide.

I jumped from the couch and rushed into the hall. Scarlett had an arm around her sister. Tear stains streaked Skye’s cheeks. Mascara marred beneath her swollen, puffy eyes. She limped, her knees buckling with every step.

With an arm under her knees and one behind her back, I scooped her up. Her arms wrapped around me, and she buried her face in my neck.

“What happened?” Lacey asked Scarlett as they followed me into the office.

“I don’t know. She won’t tell me. ”

I carried her into the office, gently set her down on the couch, and squatted in front of her. “Talk to me, Skye. What’s going on?”

Clover handed her a tissue.

I rested my palms on her knees. She tried to adjust but flinched as if she were in pain.

Scarlett sat next to her sister. “Did someone hurt you last night? Were you working?” Scarlett’s voice hardened, and hairs on the back of my neck rose.

She couldn’t have been working because we were shut down. Blue had been at the MC. My girls didn’t work on the streets. I snapped my gaze to Lacey, and she barely shook her head, confirming Skye didn’t have a client last night.

“Do you want us to give you some privacy?” Clover asked. Tension built in the room. If Skye was working, shit was about to go down.

“It’s up to you,” I said to Skye. “You know me, but let me make something clear, you fucking lie to me, we’re going to have a problem.”

The rules protected the girls from getting hurt. And they kept the cops out of my business. Skye knew the rules and understood the consequences of breaking them. If she fucked for money last night, we were done.

Fat tears welled in her eyes.

“If you made a mistake, you gotta own it,” Lacey said. “Did you take a client last night?”

Her lips trembled, and she barely nodded.

“You stupid girl.” Scarlett pointed at her sister. “Tell him everything.” She aggressively raked her fingers through her hair. “Oh my god. Bullet, she knows the rules. ”

Skye hiccupped on a breath.

Lacey sat behind the desk and typed on the keyboard. “Who did you see?”

“A guy I met on Tinder. I didn’t know him.”

“Then it was just a hookup.” Scarlett released a heavy sigh. “You’re good as long as you didn’t fuck him for money—”

“He took me to a party. They all went to Eminence University. They were just frat guys. Some of them were on the EU football team. Fifty bucks for a blow job. But a couple of guys wanted more. They had molly. Once I was high, everything changed.” Her voice grew whisper quiet. “I let three guys pull a train on me for five hundred.”

Scarlett dropped onto the couch next to her sister.

Skye cried out, her body shuttered, and she squeezed her thighs together.

“Did they hurt you?” I curled my hand into a fist.

“I don’t know. My pussy feels raw, but I thought they’d just gone at me hard. There was blood in my panties, but I can’t tell where it’s coming from.”

“I want their names,” Scarlett hissed, pulling her sister close and kissing her head. “They fucking hurt you. Bullet will hurt them.” She kept her arm wrapped around Skye and tucked Skye’s head against her chest.

I raised a brow at Scarlett. That wasn’t how this worked. My protection came with rules. Break them, and you could fuck off. It all came down to trust. Skye was a nice kid, but she had no impulse control, liked the high too much, and was on self-destruct. No way was she taking any of my girls with her. After this long with me, Scarlett knew the score.

“I’m scared,” Skye whispered, pulling away from her sister. “I know I fucked up.”

Clover sat on the other side of Skye. “Do you need to go to the hospital?”

“No.” Her gaze pleaded with me. “Will you look? I think they tore my piercing?”

Skye had the hood of her clit pierced. I’d gone with her to have it done, shown her how to care for it, and how to keep it from getting infected.

I nodded. She lifted her hips and carefully pushed her sweatpants down her thighs, past her knees, and gently lowered them to her ankles.

With my hands on her knees, I spread her thighs. Her pussy was wrecked. The inflamed folds were red and swollen. Tenderly peeling back her labia, I exposed the vertical piercing in the hood of her clit. Blood stained the steel barbell. The hood had been stretched into a deep tear.

I didn’t see any signs of infection. Time and a few days of antibiotic ointment would heal the injury.

“You have a tear. I don’t think you need to take out the piercing. They fucked you hard, Skye. You’re going to remember this one. Did they wear a condom?” Even if they had, with an open wound, she could have been exposed to an STD since she was fucking and sucking guys off all night.

“I think so.”

“Skye, you know how stupid that is.” Scarlett launched off the couch and tossed her hands in the air. “You never fucking listen. ”

“I’m sorry,” she whined. “I know it was stupid. I was high.”

“You’ll need to go to the clinic, get tested, and get on an antibiotic.” I rested my hands at her side, along her flanks. “I know you’re sorry. You made a mistake.” I hated the tears in her eyes, but I was an unforgiving asshole when it came to my rules.

I wasn’t going to do time because she couldn’t see past the dick in front of her face. The girl was young and reckless, I couldn’t trust her, and I didn’t associate with people I couldn’t trust. “I’ll make sure you have enough money to figure your shit out, but you don’t work for me anymore.”

Tears spilled from her eyes. She leaned forward and wrapped her arms around my neck. “Please, Bullet, I need you.”

“Lacey, your closet is wrecked but wait until you see Stormy.” Bristol strolled into the room and paused. “What’s going on?”

I pried Skye’s arms off my neck and glanced over my shoulder.

Stormy stood behind Bristol. Those big brown eyes darted from my face to Skye, to where my hands had been at her bare thighs and to her pussy spread wide in front of me.

“Three guys broke Skye’s pussy,” Scarlett said. “Bullet’s making sure she’s okay.”

“He’s not a fucking doctor,” Bristol snapped. “If she’s hurt, she needs to go to the clinic or go see Willow at the MC. ”

Willow was an emergency room nurse and Bear’s old lady. She’d been stitching up Hellers longer than I’d been around.

“I’ll go get changed.” Stormy took a step backwards, then another.

“Wait.” I stood and vaulted over the glass table.

“What am I supposed to do?” Skye gingerly pulled up her sweats.

“I have antibacterial ointment in the bathroom,” Lacey said. “Come on.”

“Why is she here?” Scarlett asked as I went after Stormy.

“Because she’s with me.” And she was halfway up the stairs when I caught up to her. “Stormy, wait.”

“No, it’s fine. Take care of Skye. She needs you.”

“Fuck, woman.” I followed her into Lacey’s bedroom and slammed the door. “She had a rough night. Three guys tore her up.”

“I told you, it’s fine.” She fumbled with the straps of the dress.

I rested my hands on her shoulders and spun her toward me. Tears glistened on her cheeks. “I know how it looked. That’s on me. I’m not interested in Skye’s pussy. I’ve never fucked her. I haven’t had my dick anywhere near her.” I wiped a tear from her cheek. “I’ve never touched her.”

Furrows creased her forehead, eyes narrowed, and her mouth pulled into a disgusted sneer. “Then why do your fingers smell like pussy?” She shoved my hand away. “You obviously did more than look.”

She rushed into the en suite bathroom and scrubbed her face .

I joined her and washed my hands in the second sink of the double vanity. “I wasn’t fucking her with my fingers. But yeah, technically, I did touch her to see how much damage they did to her piercing. I wasn’t getting her off, and she sure as fuck wasn’t getting me off.”

With her face dripping water, she stared at me in the mirror. “She has her pussy pierced?”

“The hood of her clit.”

“What happened?”

“She broke the rules.”

Stormy dried her face on a hand towel. “What does that mean?”

I walked out of the bathroom and sat on the bed. “It means her pussy isn’t my problem.”

Stormy stayed in the entry of the bathroom.

“You know the shit I do is illegal. If I want to play outside the law, I have to be smart. My girls have to be smart.” I sighed, remembering the day Scarlett brought Skye into Indulgence. Skye was in a bad situation. She lived with her piece of shit boyfriend. He’d gotten rough with her a couple times, had her fucking all his friends, but then he had her paying for his drug habit, fucking his dealers.

I’d brought her in because she was Scarlett’s sister. But that wasn’t going to stop me from cutting her loose. If Scarlett didn’t understand, she could go with her. None of this was going to matter if we shut down Indulgence. Clover and Lacey were my partners in the business. I wasn’t going to fuck them on camera, but I could get guys who would .

Stormy crossed the room but paused at the bed. The dress gloved her body. Her lips pinched because she couldn’t climb onto the mattress. She crossed her arms over her chest and glared into my eyes. “We keep having the same conversation. Situations like downstairs are always going to happen around you.”

I gripped her hips, and my fingers grazed the exposed skin between the straps. “Yeah, they are. I see pussy every day. My girls get hurt, I’m going to take care of them.”

She loosened her posture, letting her arms drop to her side. “Like Bristol said, you’re not their doctor.”

“That’s a shit argument.” She’d have to do better. “You think a doctor would look at Skye’s pussy and have to fuck her?”

After a moment, she shook her head.

“The only pussy I want is the one under this dress. You look fucking unbelievable in it.” I slid my hands to her knees and under the hem of the skin-tight dress. She shivered and gripped my shoulders. “Now, how do I get you out of it?”

She unhooked the chains from the front. “I’ll be naked.”

“Good, because I’m going to be inside you in about ten seconds. Do you have a problem with me staking claim on you?”

“I should. What if I wanted to climb on your lap at the MC? Bristol said you don’t like when she’s clingy.”

“You’re not Bristol. Stormy, I don’t understand this any more than you do. But I want you touching me, I want you on the back of my bike, and I want you riding my dick.” I unsnapped my jeans. “I’m hard as fuck. Be a good girl and spread those thighs for me.”

“Not in Lacey’s bed.” She peeled the fabric from her breasts, a slow tease to her nipples.

“Then I’ll fuck you on the floor.” I closed my mouth over her nipple and bit down on her creamy flesh.

Stormy cried out and fisted her hands in my hair. I gripped the edges of the dress and pulled it down to her waist.

“Wait, if you rip it, I’ll have nothing to wear tonight. This is the only dress that fit.” With a shimmy of her hips, she peeled the dress from her body, draped it over the bed, and stood before me naked.

Muscle sculpted her toned dancer legs, her tummy was flat, and her curves were subtle. I gripped her hips and pulled her onto my lap.

“No. I’m serious. Not on Lacey’s bed.”

Locking my hands onto her bare ass and with her legs wrapped around me, I stood.

“Not in this room, but hurry. Bristol was right. I’m not going to be able to stay off your dick.”

“It’s all yours.”

I couldn’t understand the muffled words from her lips as she kissed my neck, dragging her tongue along my jaw, then sweeping into my mouth. Her tongue rolled with mine, sucking and tasting, lips meshing, and sharing breath.

I didn’t need words. Her pussy was soaking my jeans. I strode into the en suite, set her down, and spun her toward the mirror. “Hang on because you’re going to be soaking my cock.” I stared into those brown eyes as I stood behind her and pulled one of two condoms from my back pocket. “This is going to be fast and hard.”

“Hurry.” She rose onto her tiptoes. The way her toned body shifted and flexed turned me inside out. Her movements were soft, yet strong, her form graceful, yet hot as fuck, with small breasts, and the prettiest, bald pussy I’d ever seen.

Adrenaline fired through my veins. Muscles bunched in my arms as I forced my jeans around my thighs, sheathed my cock, bent my knees, slid between those plump lips, and crammed her full of cock.

“Oh, fuck.” She braced one hand on the mirror and the other on the counter as I gripped her hips and fucked the shit out of her. With her mouth open, she gasped, and the tight inner walls of her cunt gloved to my shaft, my piercing rubbing against her in all the right spots.

“That’s it, kitten. Tighten those muscles. Choke my dick.” Wet heat surrounded my cock. Her juices dripped onto my balls. “This is all for you. Take my cock like a good girl. You fucking own it.” I slammed into her hard and fast, each thrust taking her off her feet.

She bent over the counter, her legs widened, and her ass hiked in the air. I smacked her buttocks once, gripped the firm muscle, and rammed into her again.

“Oh, god, you feel so good inside me.” With her forehead pressed against the marble vanity, she arched, gaining me another inch of penetration. I surged in, the head of my cock notching the top of her core .

She cried out and shattered. Cream drenched my cock. The squelch of our bodies coming together played in concert with the mewls of pleasure from my woman, and the grunt of power erupting from my chest. I slammed into her, fucking her hard through her climax, triggering my own.

Heat streaked along my spine, and my abdomen clenched. I gripped her hips, plowed into her, anchored her ass to my groin, and shot my load into the thin condom separating us.

As she gasped for breath, I folded my chest over her back, wrapped my arm around her waist, and pinned her down. I licked the drops of sweat from the side of her face. Her heavy breaths matched my own.

Sex had only been entertainment for me. I wasn’t supposed to feel this surge of emotions. With Stormy, I wasn’t just chasing my orgasm. I needed her. She was a salve to my soul.

My knees quavered with the force of my release. I eased my dick out of her, stripped off the condom, and tugged up my jeans. Could she feel the tremble of my hand as I traced her ribs, slid my hand onto her hip, and squatted behind her?

I’d fucked her hard and raw. Her slit glistened with her juices. I tenderly licked her cunt, pressing the flat of my tongue to her heated flesh. She whimpered and widened her stance.

She was the sweetest thing I’d ever tasted. Soft and wild, clean with a hint of tanginess. After sucking on her clit one last time, I stood, licked my lips, and rubbed my palm over my goatee .

“I can’t move,” she whispered, but her lips were smiling.

“I’ll carry you.” I banded my arms around her.

A low moan slipped from her lips. “I think I can walk.” She turned in my arms. “Maybe.”

I kissed her nose then followed her into the bedroom. She slipped on her panties and bra and looked around for her jeans.

“Torch is expecting us about eight,” I said and leaned against the wall to wait for her.

She gathered up the dress. “I can’t ride on your bike in this.”

“I guess we have two choices. I’ll talk to the girls. We can use one of their vehicles or we can ride with Torch and Gabi.” I draped my arm around her shoulders as we left the bedroom. “But we’ll be late getting back to the MC. Torch and Gabi are going to stay and play in the club. It’s a sex club. Whips and chains and shit.”

“My choice is a double date with a Dom and his submissive or to ride in one of your pimp mobiles?” She glanced up into my face. “That’s not much of a choice. Do you want to ask me on a double date?”

“Would you say yes?” I played into her teasing.

“Hmm. Will I need a safeword? I mean, whips and chains and shit.”

“How about blindfolds, spankings, and restraints?” I could see her bound to a bed, her arms and legs restrained, and completely under my control. But fuck wanting her quieted with a ball gag. Her feistiness went from her lips to my cock. “How about a pair of steel bracelets? ”

“I would think handcuffs would give you nightmares,” she said with a smirk.

“Not if you were the one wearing them and cuffed to my bed.” I growled and wrapped my arm around her neck, pulling her flush against my side.

Voices came from the living room.

She paused before we joined Bristol and the other girls. “What do you want to do?”

“I want to take you on a date to the club.”