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Twisted

When I see the damn red and blue flashing lights, I can’t believe my shitty luck. I was just about to convince firecracker that she had no choice but to come home with me and let me give her at least three more orgasms. The woman is like a damn drug. I just had her and I’m already craving more.

“Y’all are trespassing right now.” The asshole looks me over, his eyes zeroing in on my cut. The cops around here have always had it out for us, but that’s just ’cause they can never pin shit on us.

“Really, ’cause God made the beach and he came to me in a dream last night and told me I was allowed to be here.” Her voice is smooth and cocky as she looks at the two cops standing in front of us. My head snaps over at her; if ever there was a time to tape her damn mouth shut I feel like it should be now.

“You gettin’ smart with us?” The young one walks closer to her. His eyes look her up and down and the longer they stay glued to her body the more pissed off I get.

“I mean, I’m not trying to, but I don’t feel like I’d need to try that hard either. I mean, what are the requirements for Dudley Do-Right School? Knowing how to stand with your hands on your hips and bust people’s asses for no reason?” She mocks his stance and laughs as their faces twist in anger.

“That’s it.” He reaches for his cuffs. “You have the right to remain silent…” he rattles off the Miranda rights to her as he fumbles with his cuffs behind her. This one must be brand new.

“Ya know, if you knew how to work those cuffs you might have a ring on your finger by now.” Holy shit. I can’t help the laugh that escapes me.

The older cop walks closer to me. He stands in front of me as if he thinks I should be intimidated by him. “Somethin’ funny, son?”

I stand up taller letting him know his badge doesn’t intimidate me. “I ain’t your son.” My voice is hard. I don’t deal well with assholes like this.

He grabs his cuffs off his belt. Fuck. He starts to rattle off the Miranda rights to me as they walk us both to the car. They sit her in the back seat but leave the door open; I’m standing at the back of the car as they wait for backup to come and pick me up.

“Hey officer, you got a smoke?” She looks at the young one she’s been picking on. This girl is relentless, hysterical, fearless, and really fucking stupid.

“No, I don’t smoke ,ma’am, and neither should you. It ain’t no good for ya.” The good ol’ country boy actually smiles at her as if he is going to make a crack in her icy heart.

“I don’t usually smoke but they say cigarettes are appropriate after you have really good sex. What do you think?” She winks at me through the back window.

The officer’s entire face is beet red. “I uh-I…”

“Aw Dudley, you a virgin?” She cocks her head to the side.

The cop walks away but his presence is quickly replaced by the older one who tried to get in my face. “Listen here, girl, you best shut your mouth.” He’s close to her, too close for comfort.

“Back off,” I say, and his eyes glare at me.

“I ain’t scared of you, biker. Now you and your slut can sit here, shut up, and wait to be brought to the station.” He walks to the front seat, talking into his radio.

I glance over at her and for a second I see a flash of pain cross her face, before it’s quickly replaced by indifference. “Your mother’s a damn slut,” she mumbles under her breath.

I hold my breath, praying he didn’t hear her. He seems like the kind to try and get tough and there is no way I’ll let him touch her. Luckily he doesn’t make any move to show he heard. I shake my head as I look at her. “You’re fucking crazy.”

“You love it.” She smiles at me before lying down on the seat and disappearing from my sight.

She couldn’t be more right.

The second car finally comes and they put her into that one. I think she traumatized the young cop enough that he wanted her gone. I look for her at the precinct as I suffer through the process of being booked on charges of trespassing.  I don’t see her, and an unexpected and unwelcome spike of worry shoots through me. The holding cells are pretty full due to some huge drunken fight that had broken out in town, so they decide not to hold me, much to the irritation of the officers who brought me in. They slap me with a fine and I tell the officer I’m taking care of mine and I’m paying for the girl that came in with me too.

I called Shooter, my president, from the station. He was pissed that I’d gotten taken in but agreed to have one of the prospects go get my bike and bring it here. I wait outside the station for over a half an hour before she finally comes walking out. I don’t know why they kept her so much longer than me. I’m sitting on my bike and she walks up to me.

“You just can’t help playing white knight, huh?” Her hands are resting on her hips as she looks at me.

I stand up from my bike, pulling her against me. “You can’t just say thank you, can you?”

“Thanks, for the fine and the sex.” She pulls away from me and starts to walk down the street. It’s three in the morning and there is no way I’m letting her just walk the streets looking for a cab.

“Let me take you home,” I call out after her.

“That would be a terrible idea,” she calls out over her shoulder.

“Let me take you to my house.” I want her again. I usually have a thing about not taking chicks home. If you go to their houses then you don’t have to worry about kicking them out. I don’t see that being a problem with this one though.

“That’s an even worse idea.” She stops walking and calls over her shoulder flashing me a smile.

I take a few steps toward her. “You know that you’re going to say yes so let’s just save us both time.”

She pauses and turns to face me. “And why would I do that?”

I close the distance between us. “So I could fulfill some things I said to you earlier. I believe I said I’d make you beg for my cock.”

She laughs. “Baby, I don’t beg for shit.”

“Is that a challenge?” I yank her against me.

“Yes.” Her eyes light up with excitement.

I pull her to my bike.

“Challenge accepted.”

Nikki

When I open my eyes, I’m completely disoriented. I sit up panicking for a minute before last night comes back to me. I went home with him. As much as I’d like to say it was a mistake, it was the best night of my life. The man is a damn god. I can hear the shower running and realize this is my chance to leave without any awkwardness. Without him asking me any questions that I can’t or won’t answer.

Last night was exactly what I needed it to be, an escape. I’m sure my dad has been blowing up my phone. I turned it off, refusing to have him or anyone else ruining my night. However, given what I pulled last night, I also know that he has his hands full right now. I slide my jeans on before I put on my bra and shirt. As quietly as I can, I pad down the steps. I can’t help but silently laugh to myself as I try to sneak out of his house. From what I could tell, he is probably the one leaving the girls before they wake up in the morning.

I slide my boots on, grab my purse, and reach for the doorknob. “Leaving so soon?”

I freeze. Damn, almost in the clear. I turn to see him standing there in a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt, his hair still wet from the shower. “Yeah, figured we could avoid this.” I wave my hand between the two of us.

He walks to me until he is right in front of me. “How is it possible I still don’t even know your name?”

“Maybe you don’t need it.” I look away from him. This isn’t how last night was supposed to go.

“Oh I need it.” He steps closer, backing me against his door. “I need your name. I need that smart-ass mouth. I need your body.” His head dips as he kisses me. I fight him at first but he has me trapped and after a minute I give in. I let him consume me, his tongue entangling with mine. He pulls away sharply. “What’s your name?”

“Nikki.”
Stupid.

He smiles at me. “Now was that so hard? You gonna ask me mine?”

“Don’t need to, it’s on your cut. I need to go.” I try to move but his frame is solid.

He shakes his head no. “I have never met a woman so batshit crazy in my life. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. I ain’t letting you run away, firecracker. We are gonna have a lot of fun together.”

Panic rises in me. I can’t have this. I roughly push him off of me, catching him off guard. “I am not going to be your girl, your whore, your old lady, or any other damn term you’re trying to attach to me. Last night was supposed to be a onetime thing.”

His eyes narrow at me as if he is intrigued. “What do you know about MCs?”

Shit. “Hello, everyone watches Sons of Anarchy.”
Buy it.

“Well, I ain’t looking for an old lady. Never have, never intend to. What I do want is more of your sexy ass. I want to have you, no strings, just like you wanted last night.” His eyes hold mine.

I need to tell him no. There is no way I can make this work. Eventually everything will implode and I’ll be left standing in the dust, broken. “Yes.”
Fucking idiot.

His phone rings and he reaches in his pocket to answer it, walking out of the room. I sit on one of the kitchen chairs. What the hell did I just do?

You did something for you. For the first time in years.

Yeah, but at what cost?

“I need to head to my clubhouse real quick. You gotta be hungry. Come with me and we’ll grab lunch after.” He grabs his cut off of the couch, slipping it on.

“No. I can’t.” I don’t look over at him.

When he walks over to me, my heart starts to beat faster. “I wasn’t asking. I’m takin’ you to lunch.” His fingers grip my chin. “You’re gonna find out, firecracker, that I get what I want, and right now it’s you.”

I’ve seen men like him. Despised them. The way they treat women as if they are their property, they discard them and pick them back up on a whim. It makes me want to tell him to go fuck himself and leave. The problem is that when I look at him, when he talks to me, I see a difference. Like if I needed him he’d be there, which I understand is batshit crazy because I don’t even know him. My insides are screaming to let go, give him a chance.

He’s strong and powerful, maybe that doesn’t always need to equal abusive and evil.

I’m so conflicted as I sit there. My past is screaming at me to run far and fast while everything in the present is telling me that I’ll never know what I’m feeling if I don’t explore it.

I simply nod. I don’t trust my voice. Walking over to his mirror, I free my hair from the bun I had it in. My curls are falling down, still a bit wet but looking decent after our late night swim.

We walk outside to his bike and I climb on behind him. As we drive, it feels strangely comfortable like I can relax, so I do. The drive is short, only about fifteen minutes. We pull up to a large chain link gate that another biker slowly begins to open. Every inch of me is completely aware of where we are. I shouldn’t be here. It is wrong on so many levels. His club wouldn’t let me in if they knew who I was, my family would kill me if they knew I was here. Everything about this place feels wrong except the man I am holding onto.

His bike parks next to a long line of others. I climb off, completely uncomfortable as I stand in front of the clubhouse. He takes my hand, leading me inside. “Wait here for me. I’ll only be a few minutes.”

I nod at him and sit down at one of the bar stools. My hands fidget in my lap as I fight to keep my gaze on the floor. I don’t want to make eye contact with anyone. I want to be invisible. Maybe if I am, no one will pay me any attention.

“I ain’t seen you around here before.” Fuck. A sideways glance reveals a biker sitting next to me. “We ain’t had new meat in a while. Let me show you a good time.” His hand lands on my thigh and I smack it off.

“You touch me again and I’ll rip your balls off.” My voice is hard.

“You outta your damn mind, woman? You’re in my club.” The smoothness he had before is gone. His voice is hard and angry as he glares at me.

“My mistake.” I stand up and walk out of the door. I should have never let him take me here. All these damn bikers are the same. I bet he’s banging one of the whores in the back right now. I don’t even care that he drove here, I’ll hitchhike back to town. As I walk toward the gates, the brother from earlier is still standing there. “I need to leave.”

“I only open the gates for brothers or with orders to.” As I look at his cut, I see the prospect patch. Damn, it would have to be one of the bitch boys.

“Listen, asshole, I’m leaving one way or another so open the goddamn —”

“Nikki!” I turn to see Twisted coming out of the clubhouse. Great.

He jogs over to me. “Where you goin’?”

“I need to leave.” I don’t give him any further explanation. He doesn’t need one.

He looks at the prospect. “Walk away.” Without a word he is gone. “What the hell? What happened?”

“What happened is that I don’t belong here. I just need to go. I refuse to be talked to or assumed to be a club whore. I didn’t want to come in the first place, I shouldn’t have.” I turn away from him.

“Alright well, I’m done. Let’s get out of here.” I can tell by his tone that he wants to ask me more. It’s good he doesn’t, because he wouldn’t get anything out of it.

I really am an idiot for agreeing to any of this.

We drive into town and pull into the parking lot of a diner. I step off the bike and follow him inside. The waitress walks us back to one of the booths and hands us our menus. I haven’t looked at him or said a word since we left. I should have just left this morning. I don’t care what spark I feel, being here with him is stupid.

It’s pointless.

It will only end.

The waitress stops by again to take our order. He orders a double cheeseburger and cheese fries. I think for a moment before telling her I want the same thing plus a chocolate milkshake. He raises his eyebrows at me.
Yeah, I actually eat.
She walks away and leaves us sitting there. “So, tell me what the hell happened back there.”

Hell no. “I don’t deal well with bikers assuming I’m a whore, you saw that last night. If I want sex, it’ll be on my terms and with who I say. I’m not the kind of girl to be passed around like the newest flavor of the week. It pissed me off so I wanted to leave.” It’s a half-truth so hopefully it’s enough for him. I don’t know him nearly enough to let him know why the idea of the clubhouse and every asshole in it makes my skin crawl.

He nods. “Look, under normal circumstances I wouldn’t have chased after you. In any other instance, you bein’ alone in the clubhouse, dressed sexy as sin, it attracts attention. You aren’t claimed so you’re fair game. Since you want to be so judgmental, how about you pull the fucking stick out of your ass and I’ll say that I shouldn’t have just left you there. I didn’t think it’d piss you off that much.”

“Why, because I’m a whore? Because I opened my legs for you?” Anger rises in me and I want to jam my fork into his closest appendage.

“Put away the claws, girl. I didn’t mean it like that. Just meant that I thought you’d brush it off. There’s no reason to have the bitch switch permanently flipped.” I feel like an asshole. “I have a feeling it’s gonna take more than a lunch for me to figure you out.”

“You’ll never figure me out.” I wink at him, hoping to breathe a little humor back into this disaster.

“Well, you challenged me last night, and I came out on top. I think I’ll take that one too.” My thoughts drift back to last night and I can’t help but clench my thighs together remembering all of the things the man could do. I had never thought he could actually do it.

Make me beg for him.

I scream as my fourth orgasm rips through me, his mouth continuing to suck my clit until my limbs completely collapse on the mattress. I swear his tongue must have a goddamn battery compartment hidden somewhere.

His face hovers over mine, slick from my juices and it’s sexy as hell. His hands trail up and down my body, squeezing my nipples each time and dipping into my pussy each time he reaches it.

His head dips down close to my ear, his hot breath setting my skin on fire. “I’m ready to hear it. Tell me you want my dick. Beg me for it. You think these orgasms were good, just wait. When I’m done, you won’t even be able to speak.” His tongue licks a trail down my neck and across my collarbone. I lift my hips, my body begging for him even though my mouth refuses to. “Ask. Me. For. It.”

No, I won’t. I can’t.

That’s when I look up at him; he’s standing at the edge of the bed, ready and waiting. His hand is stroking his cock. Holy shit.

“I can see how bad you want it. Think of how good it felt earlier, and now I have more control. I’m gonna turn you inside out.” His voice drips sex as he stares down at me.

Hell yes. “I want it. Fuck me.”

He smiles, but doesn’t move. “You asked nice, but I want you to beg. What’s the magic word?”

Bastard. “Fuck me, please.”

I snap out of it and see him smirking at me. “What?” I try to play it cool like I wasn’t just daydreaming about having sex with him, and like my panties aren’t soaked right now.

“You’re insatiable. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you after this.” He smirks at me, and as much as I want to flip him off, I’m looking forward to his promise. “Let’s change topics before I take your sexy ass to the bathroom and we give all these old people heart attacks.” I can’t help but laugh with him. “How about you tell me about yourself first. Haven’t been on one in a while, but I think that’s par for a date.”

The waitress drops off my milkshake, and I take a sip. “Not much to tell.”

“I highly doubt that. Let’s start with family.” He leans back in the bench and watches me.

“My father is really strict. He’s a preacher.” His eyes go wide. “No siblings, my mom died last year.”

He nods. “Sorry about your mom. Although I have to say, I’m shocked that your father’s a preacher.” He laughs again.

“Oh yeah? How about you, hot shot?” I mimic his stature.

“I have a little sister, Lizzie. She’s a pain in my ass. Then I have a brother, Jessie. He’s decent. That’s about it, aside from the club.” He doesn’t mention parents and by the finality of his tone, I don’t ask. “You working?”

“Um, I was but I’m recently unemployed.” He looks at me, expecting me to elaborate. “Let’s just say I don’t have great customer service skills.”

His eyes widen in fake shock. “I never would have guessed.” The waitress drops off our food with a smile and he thanks her. “I have a feeling I’ll enjoy this story, please go on.”

“I was working on Valentine’s Day. It was busy as shit with all these dumb ass love drunk fools spending way too much money on our “love package” which was basically chocolate and flowers for an extra $50. It amazed me how much something as cheesy as that shit gets these girls all doe eyed.” I shake my head as I remember all their star struck faces.

The Rose Room was the place to come if you were trying to impress your girl on Valentine’s Day. The restaurant was full of velvet lined leather booths and curtains draped all over. To me it always seemed cheesy but girls ate it up.

“Some girls actually like that, flowers, compliments, dates.” He laughs.

I can't help but sarcastically chuckle. “Yeah and some of us want to be treated like we have a brain instead of just a pussy that you’re trying to bribe.”