Deeds: Broken Deeds MC (2 page)

"So fucking good, Hotlips, so fucking good. Remember now. This…"

He pushes his hips forward, and his cock that's going from soft to half erect twitches inside my pussy.

"…is my cunt. You're not even allowed to look at another cock. You hear me, Hotlips?"

Who the fuck died and made him king of my pussycastle?

"Seeing as this cunt is attached to me, it would be my own fucking choice
if
I let a cock,
any
cock in there. And seriously, stop calling it a cunt! It’s fucking degrading."

He chuckles as he pumps his hips a few more times.

"Wish I had more time; then we'd go for round two. Your mouth sets my dick on fire. You'd best to remember that."

"Just pull out, dick. Leave so I can go to work. You're not the only one who needs to be somewhere."

He chuckles as he pulls out, steps away from me, and releases my wrists. I feel his cum sliding down the inside of my leg as realization hits home. Again the blood in my veins chills to ice, making my heart stop for a few seconds.

"You fucked me bare? What the hell, fuckhead? Now I need to get tested and take a morning after pill.” Holding my breath as I rub a hand down my face. I shake my head at the thought of getting pregnant or catching an STD. “Fuck! I'm so fucked right now."

The asshole has the nerve to act offended.  "Shut those hot lips for a few seconds, would you? First, I'm clean. I always have my dick wrapped in rubber."

"Yeah, I feel ya, brother. Thanks so much for wrapping it in a rubber. Oh, no, wait.
You didn’t fucking use one.
So excuse me while I don't trust your ass. Or dick for that matter."

"Hotlips."

That fucking nickname. That fucking phone call! Demanding to speak to the president instead of some stupid cunt. I cursed him to hell and back the moment he called me that and voila, Hotlips was born. The way he says that nickname now, though? All low and husky? It begs my traitorous mouth to reply. "What?"

"What did I tell you about your mouth?"

My eyes go to his cock as it stands up proud, jumping to get back inside me. I huff as I cross my arms in front of my chest again. "He's not getting back in, so you might as well lock him the fuck back up."

He chuckles again as he stuffs his dick back into his pants. Stepping closer, he grabs my chin with one hand while he looks into my eyes. "Leave my cum where it is, you get me?"

"Fuck off, dickhead."

He smiles before he kisses me hard and fast. Making my pussy flame up while I try very hard to ignore the feeling and instead try to push him away. He pulls back but grabs a hold of my bottom lip with his teeth and gives it a slight pull. Backing up, he releases me completely.

"Get dressed, Hotlips."

He turns and leaves the locker room. Standing there, unable to move, the only sound I hear is the pounding of my heartbeat in my ears and my breath that seems to pick up. What the hell just happened and what the hell am I doing? Oh yeah right, I was
fucked
. Am fucked. Oh shit this is just,
fuck
! Damn, I need to stop using my favorite word. Stopping myself from freaking out, I stalk to the bathroom and clean up.

Getting dressed quickly, I step into my jeans shorts. I made them myself, so they might be a bit too short and show a little ass cheek, but I like them. I pull my tank over my sports bra and adjust my tits, then grab my Harley boots and slide them on. I pick my bag up from the floor and walk out, glad to see Deeds isn't waiting for me outside the locker room.

I push open the door to leave the gym but come to an abrupt stop when I see Deeds leaning against his bike. On his left and right are two other motorcycles, with bikers sitting on them. One is a very freaky tiny dude with lots of ink. And when I say lots of ink, I mean even his face is covered in that shit. The other guy could be a cover model for a fitness magazine. He looks a lot like Deeds, except this one has a 5 o'clock shadow. He has blue eyes and…

"Get your fucking eyes off my brother."

Shit! No wonder I was drawn to the hot guy. He really does look just like Deeds, well, not completely. This guy doesn't seem to have any ink, while Deeds is covered in it. Deeds has dark, long spiky hair while his brother’s hair is just a few inches long and seems a bit lighter. Deeds has more muscle too. I bet…

"Hotlips!"

"What?"

"Stop eye-fucking Broke."

"Well, get him out of my sight then! Not my fucking fault he's standing there asking to be eye-fucked when he looks like that!"

"Hotlips."

Fuck, the hairs on my arms stand up at the way he says that stupid nickname. It’s threatening, yet very seductive. Taking a deep breath I close my eyes.

"Fine."

I turn to walk to the shop.

"Where are you going?"

"Work."

"I’ll take you there, hop on."

"I ain't getting on the back of no man's bike, dickhead. Besides, it's not that far."

As I walk away from his bike, the other two chuckle. He tells them to wait right there as he walks up to me and slides his hand in the back pocket of my jeans shorts and falls in step beside me. After a few seconds, I come to a stop.

"Why are ya stopping?" He asks as he steps in front of me.

"I'm here." I nod toward the shop that is right next to the gym.

He takes it all in and shakes his head. "What do you do for a living?"

"I pierce and sometimes ink."

The left corner of his mouth comes up in a smile while his eyes give away a hint of shock. "Well, fuck me, ain't you just full of surprises."

"Yeah, well, here’s another surprise for ya. We're not doing it again. The fucking or the texting. Or the meeting or walking me to work. None of it. Done. Not happening.”

A lazy smile forms on his face as he leans in. One hand circles my waist as the other grabs my neck. He crushes his lips down on mine and pushes his tongue inside. He finds my piercing and plays with it. With the hand around my waist, he pulls me into his body and I can’t help feeling a little annoyed by the fact my body responds to him. The fucking heat is back, flashing through my veins and fueling desire that’s shooting straight to my clit.

"Feel that? We’re doing all of that again."

"I don't feel anything, dickhead."

His hand slides down my ass as he grips it hard and pushes his hips forward. He is hard as fuck and his cock tries to leave an imprint on my body. I refuse to give him the satisfaction of knowing he’s getting to me. My body might betray me, so for that very reason I’m telling him the opposite of what I feel.

"Nope, still nothing. Maybe I need to pierce that sucker so it adds something."

Fisting his hand deep into my hair, he pulls my head back to look into my eyes. "I'm perfectly fine with the holes in my body I was born with. No fucking way in hell am I adding more."

I smile at his tone of voice. Deep and throaty, almost a growl. And I just love the way I get to him that fast. Might as well add more fuel to the fire. "Well, isn’t that just disappointing?"

"Didn't hear you complaining a moment ago."

Before I can give another reply, his mouth is on me again. He kisses me deep and hard for just a few seconds. Then his lips leave mine and go to my ear.

"I'll be back for round two soon." The hand on my ass slides to the edge of my very short shorts and slips beneath. Yet again, his fingers push my thong to the side, stroking the lips of my pussy. “Keep it wet and ready for me.”

Leaving with a soft brush of his lips on mine, he steps away and saunters to his bike, leaving my body to vibrate with desire at the promise for round two. I am truly fucked. I know it’s better if this stops right here, but with what just happened? My body craves more. Never have I felt so much desire and pleasure in all my freaking life. He made me feel wanted, needed, like I was solely alive to be with him. Right, like that’s the biker way.

Shaking my head, I turn and open the shop. Stepping inside while leaving the door open, I check my watch. Just ten more minutes before the shop opens. Lee and Blue will be here soon.

Lee, as in Brandlee. My partner in crime. We own this shop. We can both pierce and ink. He’s a good friend of mine and is very good at what he does. I look at the agenda on the counter. Lee’s only got three hours scheduled this morning. Blue, on the other hand, has a full day.

Since she returned from Japan, I talked her into working with us in the shop. She’s one hell of an artist and everybody loves her work. I, on the other hand, have never liked giving anybody ink. I’m good at it, don’t get me wrong, but I’d rather just do the piercings. Oh, who am I kidding? I don’t like ink at all. Funny, right? Owning a tattoo shop and not liking ink should be blasphemy!

I don’t know why I don’t like it, but I just don’t. Well that was until a few weeks ago, when Blue sent me a picture of my dream man. Inked muscles slick with sweat, oh shit. Then seeing him again, just now in the gym. Punching the air in front of him while he’s holding dumbbells in his hands. And wearing a training mask. It covers his nose and mouth so all you can see are his eyes. I know it’s used for strengthening the lungs but for me, it strengthens the need to fuck him.

Fuck! I still can’t believe that was the guy who was texting me all this time. Holy shit, I need to focus. I don’t like ink. I need to remember this. No ink, no Deeds. I should blame Blue, for throwing Deeds at me, but I don’t. She’s been my best friend my whole life. We used to live right next door to each other. I’m so happy she’s back and reunited with my brother. Those two are literally made for each other. I also like the fact she’s taken over my load of ink appointments. But mostly, I just like having my best friend back in the same town.

I walk into my workspace and toss my gym bag in the corner. Hearing footsteps behind me, I turn. Before I know what's happening, a large fist slams into my face. I'm unable to recover as I take another hit to my left eye. Pain blurs my vision and I crumple to the ground. Pushing myself up, I try to crawl away, but somebody grabs my shoulder and spins me around.

He’s a skinny, ugly fucker with greasy hair, bad teeth and crazy eyes. "So you're Deeds’ ol'lady, huh? Fucker tries to keep you away from prying eyes. Good to meet you, cunt. Now you're going to give him a little message for me."

"Up yours, you piece of shit! Get the fuck out of my shop!"

I shrug off his hand and scramble back in a crab walk. I need to get to my gym bag. My 9mm Luger is in there. I've almost reached my bag when the guy pulls out a hunting knife. My eyes widen; I'm frozen to the spot. My heart stops for a moment while I don’t even dare to take my next breath. It takes a few seconds for my mind to unfreeze.

He's going to fucking kill me. Right here, right now.

Isn’t your life supposed to flash before your very eyes at a time like this? Fuck my life. Can I just relive what happened in the locker room before this shit?  Focus, Lynn! Get your shit together. I dig into my bag. I need my fucking gun. The guy looms over me and presses the knife to my throat. Fear flashes through every nerve in my body.

"You tell that fucker, game on. If he thinks he can keep digging into our business, then Lepack will fight back. Got that cunt? Game. Fucking. On."

The knife presses deeper into my flesh and I feel my blood trickle down my neck. I barely register the sting of pain as he pulls the blade fast toward him. Using my bare thigh, he wipes the blood off the knife leaving a few small cuts here and there. My hand goes deeper into the gym bag, searching, groping. Where the fuck is my gun? The guy stands up and kicks my ankle. Pain shoots through it and I pull my legs toward my chest.

"Remember the message, cunt."

He turns and stalks out. At last, I find my gun! Adrenaline burns away my fears, replaced by red-hot anger. I flip off the safety and call out to the fucker.

"Hey, asshole!"

He spins around, standing in the doorway, looking all big and bad. But the smirk drops from his face when I growl.

"Stop. Calling. Me. Cunt!"

I raise the gun and aim for his heart. His eyes go wide and he whirls around as I squeeze the trigger. The round tears into his shoulder, knocking him off balance as he runs off. I curse, angry at myself for missing a perfect shot because of my fucking mouth. Scrambling to my feet, I take a step and fall right down. Fuck! My ankle hurts like a bitch. It takes some effort, but I finally manage to get up. I hop on one leg, trying to get to the fucker to shoot him right between his fucking eyes, but when I get to the door, he's gone. I see Lee coming down the street.

Thank fuck he's early ‘cause I don’t feel so good right now. The guy is always the last one in and let's his clients wait ten minutes while he gets his coffee from the diner across the street. When he sees me, his eyes go wide as he starts to run in my direction. Probably because of the gun. Flipping the safety on, I tuck it away in the waistband of my shorts. I glance down, noticing for the first time that my tank and shorts are drenched in blood.

Shit, I should have eaten something this morning. I hear my name being called in the distance but fuck, I'm tired. I think I'm gonna take a nap now. Yeah, sounds good to me. Ah, Lee's here. I mumble to him as he wraps his strong arms around me.