Discovering Me (Breakneck #4) (2 page)

I chew on the inside of my lip as a single tear slides down my right cheek.

“Hell, baby, you’re learnin’ how to shoot a gun so we can have more in common. What best friend does that shit? I may be a dude and all, but I’m pretty sure that is a fuckin’ killer friendship, and I would be stupid to let someone fuck that up.” He wipes away the lone tear hanging on my chin. “With you, it’s as if I’m hangin’ with one of the guys, but only I get to stare at pretty when I do. You’re stronger than most of the brothers, too. The stuff you went through ain’t right, and you deserve my loyalty. You’ve been let down so much in your lifetime, that I’m vowing you will always have me and my loyalty as if you were a brother. So if I say I ain’t lettin’ a single person ruin what we have, you best believe me, babe, shit won’t happen.”

I exhale and say the one thing I can. “Love you.”

His gray eyes twinkle. “Love you, too, Pied-Piper. Take my tired ass home.”

He has to joke the seriousness away.

***

Chapter Two

Sniper

The clubhouse is a fucking madhouse, with sluts as far as the eye can see through the fog of joint and cigarette smoke lingering in the air. We haven’t had a night as rowdy as this one in a long time. The sound of ass slaps echoes around the room. Don’t get me wrong, I’m very much enjoying it. I’m a single, free man. In fact, I’m scouting tail to get my mind off the deliciousness that is my best friend. How fucked up is it that Piper had to have the sweetest fucking pussy I have ever tasted?

Ah, to love your best friend and fuck your best friend. Shit should be put in Pandora’s Box and labeled ‘don’t touch’. Everyone knows I am not against falling in love, but I am against falling in love with your best friend.

Piper is clueless. I have known for a while she fights it every single day. Who can blame her? Our chemistry is out of this fucking world. I once made a list of all the reasons Piper is my closest female friend, and her beauty is the one difference between her and the guys. I told her the truth earlier today when I said she was like one of the guys but pretty. Hanging with her is the equivalent of hanging with one of my brothers. I can talk about fucking a chick with Piper. I can even shoot my guns while chilling with her. Shit. She’s unreal, this friend of mine. Fucking love her to pieces.

My thoughts always drift back to her. It never fails. I’d been thinking about bending one of the whores over, and now I’m thinking about Piper again. Always happens. I have to find me a girlfriend or a regular fuck, and fast, before Piper invades my every being more than she already does.

The night I got to sink into her three times in a row racked itself into my brain. It won’t leave, and I can think of only one way to get rid of it. I have to fuck someone else, and it has to be better than it was with Piper. Doing her on one of the picnic tables outside, against the door to the live-in, and on the dresser in my bedroom has left a fantastic fucking aftereffect on me. She tasted of heaven. There are no words for how good she felt on my tongue; heaven is the one thing I can think of.

Her pussy drew at my cock as if she was sucking me with her mouth. Juices flowed and leaked down to my balls. The woman didn’t dry up one time. She stayed wet and came over and over again. Nothing makes a man want to beat on his chest more than a woman who comes all down his cock. Most satisfying sex I have ever had. Hell, one of the very few times I can remember every detail. Ah, hell, it is the single time I can remember every detail.

God, she rode my cock something fierce.

I hear a buzzing whir and look over to my right to see the Doc sawing at Rap’s legs. What in the hell?

“Yo, Rap, what the fuck, brother?”

He still has a few weeks left in a cast. Dumbass will be walking with a limp.

“I can’t do it anymore, Sniper,” he mumbles over the top of a bottle.

Sure, bourbon will make it all better when your ass is walking funny. I can understand why he wants out of the wheelchair, but risk screwing up his legs? That is stupid as fuck. We ride bikes for a living, and he wants to chance it? Damn dumbass.

“Whatever. Your legs.” I laugh as I move to another seat closer to the pole.

A fine piece of ass is clapping her ass cheeks together as she dances to the music. I see one tattoo, a small butterfly on her right hip, which is a good sign she isn’t a muffler bunny. She’s here for a good time, not to hang around. She’s butt naked, so she wants to get fucked. She isn’t sure by whom yet, but I’m going to change that. The naked bitch isn’t a brunette, so that’s another plus.

Got to have every detail different to take this Piper hangover away.

“Finger test her.”

Speak of the devil.

“Finger test her.” I chuckle as I repeat what my best friend has said to me.

“Yeah, double finger test her. First, you lick one finger and ram it inside of her. If she makes a sound that isn’t a moan, and it’s more of an ‘ouch’ with a slight hiss, she’s got an infection. If she passes that test, lift your fingers up to your nose and smell. If she smells good, she’s good to go.”

Where in the fuck did she come up with this shit?

“Come on. You didn’t know that?” she asks as her green eyes laugh at me.

I fucking didn’t know that. Interesting little factoid.

“How did you stay clean without me?” She smiles and I almost forget all about the naked bitch on stage. Almost. My cock twitches inside my jeans. Piper did it, not the chick dancing.

Motherfuck!
“Always distracting me.”

I shouldn’t have said that to her because Piper can distract me anytime she wants. Not many people come first in my life, but she’s one of them, and always will be. She’s right there behind my brothers.

“My bad. Hey, ass clapper, get down here.” She motions the chick down with one of her hands and my attention follows.

When she obeys Piper’s hand signals to stand in front of me, Piper kills me with what she says next.

“Spread your legs. My friend is gonna finger test you,” she explains. “What’s your name?”

I don’t need a fucking name. What the hell, Piper. Making a simple fuck personal.

“Everlee, and go ahead. I’m clean,” ass clapper replies.

When Piper gives me her irritated look, I snort and lick one of my fingers. She gives me the same look when I am taking my sweet ass time and need to hurry up. Piper’s attention stays on Everlee as I drop my hand between her legs and ram my wet finger up there. She doesn’t flinch, moan, or hiss. So I guess she passed the first test. I withdraw my finger and find myself disappointed when it doesn’t pop out. I’m not going to forget about Piper’s tight-ass pussy any time soon. That much is certain. I bring my hand up to my nose and sniff the test finger. Musk. The smell of her wet pussy tells me she won’t be the greatest, but she will have to do in a pinch.

“Smell?” Piper giggles.

I shake my head no without taking my eyes off her. I love her giggle. It is so innocent. It draws me to it because deep down, I know the sound comes from someone who isn’t so innocent. Piper loves to get into a little trouble here and there.

“Excuse me.”

Ah, yes, naked woman. “Go find something to do. I’ll get atcha in a bit.”

Fingers fly in front of my face and snap. “I’m over here.”

I don’t have a chance to set this bitch in her place because Piper is up and out of her chair faster than my mouth can open.

“You have two seconds to apologize to him. You’re in his fucking club!”

I lean back in my chair, bring my arms up over my head, clasping them behind my neck, and then kick out my feet. I’ll take a Piper showdown over pussy any day. Bitch has my back.

“He was being rude!” Everlee exclaims.

I roll my eyes. Something I never do, but I can’t help myself this time around. Bitch is crazy if she thinks that was rude.

“You realize you’re in an MC, right? If you came here to get treated with respect, you might have gotten it if you would have kept your clothes on. But seeing as you’re butt naked and let my friend shove his finger inside you, and then snapped your fingers in his face as if he’s a dog, I’m booting you out of here if he lets me.”

There’s my girl. “Do your thing, darlin’.”

Any other time, if something similar were to happen, we would straighten the bitch out, but Piper is showing me respect. I’m not about to rain on my girl's parade.

Piper stalks over to the stage to grab the woman’s clothing, walks back over to her, and shoves the articles into her chest. “Get dressed. Get out, and don’t come back until you’ve googled the ‘how-tos’ of being in a club,” she stresses to the woman while I wonder if we could find such a thing on Google. Wouldn’t surprise me. “You can come back if you learn how to respect the fucking brothers of this MC. I want to like you. You don’t look like a dirty bitch, and we need more who look like you around here, but not bitches who act like you,” Piper chastises and points her finger in naked bitch’s face. I know that was to make a point as well. “When you come here, expect the unexpected, and if you want to be treated with some respect, you’ll have to earn it. Bring condoms too, because next time, I guarantee they won’t let you leave without one of them fucking you first. They don’t supply alcohol and drugs for shits and giggles.”

Who needs to make a point when they have Piper around? It is nice to relax for a change, and that is what I do. Relax while Piper lays into her. I don’t have to worry about Piper taking it to the head. She knows I’m not interested when my attention has been on her more than the bitch she is throwing out.

I’m so lost in Piper thought once again, I don’t even notice the chick she told to get lost, leave.

“I’m sorry, but that made me mad,” Piper explains.

I keep my fingers clasped together behind my head and shrug while I grin at her.

“I’m going to go and relieve Braxx. I know he wants to be down here with you guys, but feels bad Win’s stuck up in that bed. With ZZ, Shadow, Storm, and Tea gone, we’re down help when it comes to that pregnant mood-swinging heifer.”

Yeah, no shit.

“I’ll give Berry a call in a few days. Let her grieve a little more before asking for her help,” Pyro says as he flops down out of nowhere. “Rap’s casts are off.”

I unclasp my hands and turn my body around to look. Sure enough, they are off, and now the sound of voices urging him to go wash his smelly legs float to my ears.

I broke my arm once. When the cast came off, that shit didn’t smell like roses. It smelled like my ass might if I didn’t wash the fucker. When I turn back around, I catch Piper kissing Pyro on the forehead before she comes over and whispers, “get laid,” in my ear before kissing my head and leaving.

“She amazes me,” my VP says.

She sure does.

“How you guys have fucked and still are cool as hell, I’ll never understand.”

You and me both
. I am doing my best to stay sane. “It’s hard as fuck, brother. Every time I look at her, I’m reminded of how fuckin’ fantastic it was.” I dig into the pocket of my jeans for my smokes. I got to stop thinking about her pussy. It’s stressing me out.

“She was high on ecstasy when it happened, too. Fuck, if she was sober? God, I don’t even wanna know what I’m missing out on.” Dammit. Fucking hell. “She even whispered ‘get laid’ in my ear before she left. She’s the best, and that’s all there is to it. The first woman I fuck who isn’t clingy afterwards had to be my good friend. Go fuckin’ figure that bullshit.” I light up my smoke and take advantage of Pyro listening to me bitch like a schoolgirl. “I’m not pissed we fucked. I’m pissed it’s stickin’ with me.”

Pyro picks up a bottle of whiskey from the floor next to his chair and hands it to me. “Here. I’m tellin’ ya, it’ll be hard findin’ one to match that feelin’. It’s crazy how one fuck can change you, brother.”

I’m not goddamn changed. I still love sex, drugs, alcohol, and my club. I’m hung-up is all. I’m changing this motherfucking topic.

“How’s Akela?” Take that, you fuckwad.

Pyro laughs at me while answering. “She’s good. Decided to move to Nevada. She’ll be back in a week or so.”

Hmm… interesting.

“Dude, she’s gay. Straight up gay. Not bisexual. Gay. Understand? She’s moving her girlfriend Ripley down with her.”

Well, I didn’t see that one coming. I could have sworn I saw him making googly fucking eyes at her the other day.

“How long you known she’s gay?”

I have to know.

“Since her third night here. Think she was gonna broadcast that shit around a bunch of horny bikers?”

When he puts it that way, no, the bitch is smart.

“It’s nice havin’ a connection to Lana. That’s what you fuckin’ saw,” he growls. “I don’t have to ask because that look on your confused, ugly mug says it all.”

These brothers of mine are always so serious. That shit gets old. You can enjoy life and live it to its fullest, even when you’re serious, but hell if most of my brothers don’t take it to the extreme.

If Piper could hear my thoughts, she’d yell at me and tell me to be more sensitive when it comes to matters concerning Lana. Truth is I am sensitive over it, and everyone else is as well. But there comes a time when you have to move on, and it is way past that time for the rest of us. Maybe not Pyro, but the rest of us, yes, it is time.