Chapter 1

RiffRaff

Jealousy. An emotion I don't fucking care for. One I've done everything in my power to avoid in my life. Why? Because I don't believe in wanting what someone else has. Coveting thy neighbor and all that shit is just that: shit. I believe if you want something, whether it's a job, success, money, a house, a fucking car, you do whatever it takes to earn it yourself. If someone else has something you want, you give them mad props for working their asses off to achieve it, and you figure out what the hell you need to do to make your own success. Take a page from their book.

And when it comes to women, I don't want one. At least not a permanent ball and chain, so what's the point of being jealous over some pussy. The way I see it, if she's already taken, then she's off-limits. There are always other fish in the sea to fuck around with. Plenty of women willing to jump into my bed and have some fun, so there's no point in wanting a girl who's already spoken for.

So why the fuck is that hideous feeling creeping into my stomach and crawling up my neck the moment I see Grit walk through the door with JoeJoe wrapped around his arm? Why am I seeing red and feel like I'm about to lose my shit?

Damn, she looks good, too. But she always fucking looks good. With her long raven hair hanging in loose waves around her shoulders. Her fuck-me legs on full display under that little bouncy skirt she's got on, making her look innocent and virginal, though I know she's not. And to top it all off, she has that gorgeous face, those stunning green eyes, and that damn cute little smile, which makes me want to become a fucking comedian just to get her to laugh and grin at me all day long.

Out of all the sweet butts to come through the club, even out of all the women I've ever met or seen for that matter, she's the most beautiful. And she's also the only one who has never given in to me. I've tried and tried, yet she still won't take me up on my offer for a night of fun. And I think that's why I'm fucking pissed and jealous of Grit right now. It has to be. She turned me down last night again, yet here she is with him tonight. And he has a woman, Hailey, and she's a damn fine one at that, so he doesn't need to be messing around with the sweet butts and taking away opportunity from us single brothers.

Seriously, why the fuck will she let all the rest of my damn brothers have her time and attention, but not me?

They come straight over to our table, and Joe slides in across the bench so she's seated right next to me; Grit following in right after her. And damn, does her smell drive me just as wild as those perky little tits that sit high on her chest, looking as bouncy as that skirt she has on. Fuck! I'm so fucking hard it hurts.

"You going to say hello, Riff, or are you still mad?"

Her sweet little voice vibrates right through me and has my balls already drawing up, ready to bust.

"Nah, babe. Not mad. It's only a matter of time."

When she rejected me last night for the umpteenth time, I may have stormed out of the room. But it wasn't because I was jealous or angry with her. I was just pissed at my dick for only getting excited about being with her. None of the other sweet butts were gaining my cock's attention, which has never been the case before. I don't hone in on one girl exclusively. If one's not interested, I move the fuck on. But last night, I didn't want to move on. And for the first time in a long time, I fisted my own damn dick instead of having one of the other sweet butts take care of me. And that shit pissed me the fuck off.

"Time isn't going to change my mind, Riff. You know where I stand."

Yeah, I fucking know. She came out of Shiv's room this morning, and now tonight she's here with Grit. That damn fucking feeling twists deeper in my gut, and I'm fucking pissed.

Hailey, the girl Grit supposedly claimed and cock blocked the rest of us from having, approaches our table and sets waters down in front of the new arrivals. There's a confused look on her face as she looks between Grit and Joe. I'm guessing she's wondering why her man has arrived with someone else. Which is a question I'd love to know the answer to myself.

Joe's sweet voice has my attention turning back to the pretty little temptation with the most mesmerizing green eyes. "Thank you. I'm JoeJoe, by the way. Johanna Joan Price to be exact." God, she's a sweetheart. She giggles as she holds out her hand for Hailey to shake. And that sound… Joe's giggle. Again, it has its fucking effect.

Damn. There's just something about her. She's like a bundle of joy tucked into one sexy as hell little body.

"And you, Riff?" I turn toward Hailey, who's checking to see if I need a refill on my drink, and I can see it in her eyes and on her face. The same damn emotion eating at my nerves is being mirrored right back. Fucking jealousy. Hailey's probably thinking Joe is something to the man she's so obviously in love with. Joe's nothing but a night of fun, which, if that's the case, means Grit no longer has a claim on Hailey. Savage Knight code is if you claim a girl, then your dick is off the market, even to the sweet butts. So if he has plans to sleep with Joe tonight, then Hailey is free game. I don't think that's the case, not by a fucking long shot, but I'm going to find out for certain.

"Yeah, I do need something, pretty girl." I turn and give Hailey the smile I've been told is panty melting and usually gets me what I want when it comes to just about anything, especially women. "I need some company tonight. You want to spend some time with me after you get off work?"

I can feel eyes narrow at me from around the table, but I don't give a shit. Grit has to play his hand. If he folds, Hailey is free for the taking. He stays in the game, then we'll know where he stands on his claiming. He just doesn't realize I have a really good poker face, and he won't be calling my bluff, although that's exactly what this is, because unfortunately, my dick doesn't want Hailey. Once again, it only craves one girl. The one who smells like vanilla and sunflowers, and looks like sin.

"Sure, Riff. I'd love to. Are you going to take me to the clubhouse so I can finally see where the magic happens?"

Yeah, I think someone else has a good poker face, too. Pretty damn positive this is an act for Hailey, but you'd never know it. I only know it because not only has the girl been asking where Grit is every night this week, but she has never looked at me twice. And that's because she's in love with the ass who showed up with another female on his arm tonight. Not sure what message he was trying to send by doing that shit, but I'm about to draw it out of him. "Oh, pretty girl, there's only one place where the magic happens. It's in my room. And I'll definitely be giving you the full tour."

"Looking forward to it," Hailey purrs, giving me a sexy little grin and a wink, playing right along and showing me what a fool I'd be to ever go all in on a bet with the girl. Her poker face is better than mine, yet I can see the bluff shimmering in the depths of her pretty eyes. "Now, do you want anything more to drink right now, Riff?" she asks again.

I shake my head and up the ante one final time. "Nah, babe. I'm going to save myself for later. There's only one thing I want to drink."

The insinuation can't be missed, and Grit is out of his seat and has me gripped by the neck the second the words leave my mouth. He looks like he's ready to strangle me and has now just shown me his hand.

"You have a problem, Grit?" I ask as if I don't already know. The anger is churning in my gut. He fucking used Joe tonight to send some kind of message to Hailey or intentionally make his girl jealous or some shit, and that doesn't fly with me. Not when it comes to the sweetheart sitting next to me being a pawn in his game. Or the sweet girl who is in love with his sorry ass.

"She's fucking off-limits, and you know it," the bastard grits out, giving ownership to his club name. "Club rules. So unless you want to pay for your crime, then I suggest you back the fuck off."

"I assumed you took back your claim, seeing as though you brought Joe out tonight. Correct me if I'm wrong, but it looks to me like you've moved on, which means Hailey is now fair game."

In case he needs a reminder that he brought this shit on himself, I give him one. The fucker needs to learn his actions have consequences. I would never fuck Hailey, but he needs to think I would in order not to pull this shit again. He needs to shit or get off the pot so that poor girl isn't led astray and left with a broken heart.

"I'm right here, guys, and I can speak for myself," Hailey cuts in, breaking the little stare-down Grit and I have going on at the moment. We both turn our attention toward her. The girl looks pissed as hell, and has me biting back a smile. "Grit doesn't have any claim on me. I'm single. So as far as I'm concerned, that doesn't make me off-limits."

She turns her eyes toward Grit, who looks like he's about to explode, and all I want to say is good. "And as far as we're concerned, Grit, I'm nothing to you. So back the fuck off and let me live my life now. You're clearly living yours."

Hailey turns and storms right out of the bar, and Grit stares at her retreating form, looking like he's trying to make the biggest decision of his life. Something is holding him back from what he so obviously wants, and he seems to need a kick in the pants to get over whatever it is that's in his head right now and go after the one he loves.

"What are you waiting for, fucker? Go get your girl," I urge. He turns his head back toward me, and his eyes narrow. Yeah, now he sees my truth, and knows I was bluffing the whole time.

"Asshole!" He shakes his head and is out of his seat and out the door in pursuit of his woman.

"Nice job!" Joe says. I turn my attention back to the beauty who's giving me one of those sweet smiles I crave. "I didn't think you had it in you."

"What's that?" I ask, cocking my head in question. Both of my heads cocking, for that matter.

"Well, for someone who doesn't believe in relationships, I'm pretty sure you just fixed one. You're good at that, by the way."

Again, I'm not sure what she's referring to. "Good at what?"

"Reading people."

Ah, yes. That I'm definitely good at, but only because I had to be. It's been a survival skill I've relied on since I was little. A trait that has saved me more times than I can remember. I'm not interested in taking her down the path of memory lane and diving into the psychology of my fucked-up past and the reason I'm so good at reading faces, so instead, I change the course of our conversation to a much more favorable one.

"Yeah, well, it's not the only thing I'm good at, babe." I lean forward to the shell of her ear, teasing my lips against her as I whisper. "I'm also really good with my tongue. You should give it a ride and find out for yourself, by the way. Let me lick that sweet little pussy of yours and have you coming all over my chin. You can even bounce on it, baby. Promise it will fuck you real good."

The pink on her cheeks and the heat in her eyes are my reassurance she's not as immune to me as she likes to pretend she is. It also doesn't go without notice that those perky little breasts of hers are nipping something fierce now. She's turned on. And it's a sight for sore eyes. Actually, it's a sight for a sore dick who's aching to be buried deep inside her. To feel that sweet pussy, which I bet is slick and hot right now. I need it wrapped around me and hugging my cock tight.

"Like I told you last night and all the times before, Riff, you're really not my type. But just because I'm not interested in fucking you, doesn't mean we can't be friends."

Yeah, she can deny that shit all she wants, but her body is definitely interested.

I scoot in closer, letting my forearm brush over her tight peak as I reach up and cup the side of her head, pulling her close to my ear and holding her in place. I noticed how she tried to put some distance between us, and I know it wasn't because she's repulsed by me. She's putting more space between us because she needs a safety zone. Why? Because she doesn't want to give in to what she wants. For some reason, she's refusing what we both want. I just don't know why. But I sure as fuck plan on finding out.

"We already are friends, babe. I want us to start benefiting from that friendship. I want you to see just how good of a friend I can be."

I drop my hand down to her lap and move it up her thigh. "I can be a very attentive friend. I will dote on your little pussy and give it my undivided attention for as long as you'll let me." I brush my fingers across her soft skin, getting closer to what I want as I go. "I can be a good listener, too. I will listen to your screams of pleasure for hours on end and never grow bored from the sound of your sexy voice."

Her little moan makes my cock pulse like he's seconding the motion. Some women make me want to plug my ears, or want to tape their mouths shut so I don't have to listen to them while I fuck them, but I know that would never be the case with Joe. I've heard her come before, and it's sexy as hell.

"And I will definitely be the most reliable friend you'll ever have. I will never leave you hanging and unsatisfied. I'll make sure your little pussy is spoiled with multiple orgasms before I ever take my first."

My hand finally arrives at its desired destination, and I'm about to thank my maker for two reasons. First, for the fact that she hasn't slammed her thighs shut and locked me out like all the times before. And also, for the fact that her silky little pussy is bare. BARE. As in, not that she's not just going commando and isn't wearing any panties, but she is completely shaved and smooth as silk. And holy shit, does she feel good. I brush my fingers gently over her skin and bite back a groan. "Damn, baby. You always go around like this, or is tonight my lucky night?"

She bites her lip, holding back her own whimpered moan as I pinch her swollen clit, which is poking out loud and proud from its hiding spot. She's never let me get this far with her before. And damn, now I know what I've been missing out on and why the hell my brothers love to play with her so much. Just the thought of her being with them makes that ugly emotion rear its ugly head and twist in my gut again. I'm fucking jealous of my brothers over something I have no right to be, but damn, if it still isn't the case. She's a sweet butt, not my property, yet you'd have to convince my stupid mind otherwise at the moment.

"It's laundry day," she purrs, and her legs open just a little wider, giving me better access.

"Well, thank the heavens for dirty clothes, too, then." I praise the ceiling, and she giggles at my odd gesture. The angelic sound causes cum to leak from my dick. I slide my fingers down to her entrance to feel her wetness, and as soon as I'm teasing at her opening, her eyes flutter closed. I rub my two thick pads around her center, getting them all nice and slick, and then I enter. And holy shit is she tight. Her walls squeeze my fingers, and she and I let out simultaneous groans of pleasure.

"Fuck!" A groan comes from my left. "You two want to save it for the club. I'm about to whip out my dick and stroke it just listening to her sweet little sounds, and I'm damn sure the customers in my bar will have a problem with that."

Trigger's request cuts through my lust-filled haze, but I still don't stop touching my sweet girl. My girl? What-the fuck-ever. I'm not going to pay the thought any mind. My head is all kinds of jumbled right now because the girl I've been craving to have for over a year is finally giving in to me.

"Tell me the fuck about it," Axe adds in. "My girl is the only one on the floor right now, and I can't grab her ass and fuck her in the back room, so you two need to knock it off."

Joe's legs snap shut to his demands, and it pisses me off. She's listening to the president of the MC's order, but I don't give a shit what he says. The fucker is not going to cock block me. She scoots away from me, grabs her glass of water, and takes a long sip. I watch as her neck muscles swallow it down, and all I can think about is how those muscles would feel swallowing down my cock, and how I'd give her a real long drink. Yeah, I don't give a shit what Prez says. I'm not done.

I slide closer to her again as she brings the glass back down and places it on the table. There's a bead of liquid on her lip, and I crave to lick it off. In fact, I want to drink her down and hydrate myself from her mouth. Which is fucking unlike me because I don't ever want to kiss the girls I bed. I do because I'm not a selfish lover, but I don't usually crave it or enjoy it. Most of the girls end up getting too sloppy and try to lick me from the inside out, which is just fucking weird. Right now, though, I want to do exactly that to the girl who has my cock hypnotized and only responding to her.

I lean in close to her ear and nibble a little as I continue my pursuit. "Ignore them, babe. Let me finish you off. I'm not going to leave my girl hanging."

And as if I slapped her or poured that ice water right over her, she jerks away from me and puts way too much distance between us on the bench. I stare at her, wondering what the fuck I just did wrong for her to put those damn walls up again and block me out, but obviously, I did something. And now, I'm pissed. If the guys hadn't opened their big mouths, she would have been mine.

I turn and glare at my brothers, letting them know exactly where they stand with me at the moment. On my fucking shit list. Both respond with looks of their own. They're both staring as though they don't recognize me. Yeah, I don't recognize myself either right now. Pussy has always been pussy, and I usually wouldn't give a shit. If a girl says no and wants to pull away, I let her and go find one willing and wanting. I don't waste my time. But right now, I am not fucking dropping this.

Maybe I've suddenly grown a competitive streak and want to show my brothers that I can have her too. Or maybe fucking not, since I don't have a competitive bone in my body. But for some fucking reason, I'm determined to have JoeJoe tonight.