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Oak

Everything changed last night.  I can’t pinpoint the exact moment my mindset shifted, but it doesn’t matter.  The end result is still the same.  I gave in to temptation and now she is finally mine.

Last night when she told me about the fucker who was threatening her, I felt like I was about to snap. Literally.  I have never felt such a powerful combination of anger and fear in my life.

I hated leaving her earlier, but Rad called and there was an issue at the clubhouse last night.  Apparently some snot-nosed little fuckers cut through the chain link fence and sprayed some paint on the Prez’s Harley.  It was a dare, according to the kids.  Regardless, Prez isn’t too happy and he threatened to slit their throats. 

I need to call Mason and Dunlop and share the information about the man harassing Willa, but first, I want to talk to Rad about what he knows.  But before I do any of that, I need to make sure the Prez doesn’t kill a couple of harmless fucking kids.

My bike skids to a stop outside the warehouse, sending loose gravel scattering.  I had one of the Prospects ride it over to Willa’s for me this morning.  He was getting a ride back with one of the boys, apparently.  Not that I really give a shit.

“Just calm down, Prez.  We don’t need you doing something you’ll regret,” I hear Rad say.

“Regret? I don’t regret shit,” Prez spits back.

“Yeah, well, you don’t want this to be the first.”

I walk through the doors and glance over to see petrified kids huddling in the corner, gagged and hogtied.

Fucking Christ.

I look to my left and see Rad standing in front of Flay, cornering him against the wall.  Making a snap decision, I quickly walk to the kids and untie them.

“Get the fuck out of here.  Fast.  Do not ever come back. Do you hear me?  Never.”  I remove the ropes and they bolt out of the warehouse before I can blink.

“What the fuck did you just do?” I hear roared behind me.

Fuck.

“Prez,” I say, turning to him.  “You can’t kill a couple of kids because they fucked with you.  Jesus.”  I’m exasperated. I know I have a job to do, and part of that job is playing the role of a criminal, but
fuck!
even criminals have consciences, surely.

“That’s not your decision to make, wise ass.  Maybe I should kill you instead,” he threatens.

“Go ahead, asshole,” I challenge, standing up to my full height, towering over him.  He visibly shrinks in front of me.

“Oh, fuck off,” he snarls, backing down, but not wanting his weakness to show.

“Righto, settle down, boys.  Prez, let’s go get a drink, eh?  A whiskey and some pussy will tame that fire in your belly,” Rad says, slapping Flay’s back.

“Fine.  I wouldn’t mind fucking that hot blonde piece I saw earlier,” he mumbles, walking away.  Rad looks over his shoulder and winks at me.

It’s going to be a long ass day.

Willa

I pull into the drive of the large compound and glance around.  A large chain link fence surrounds the lot and since the gates are open, I drive through.  My window is down and I hear the gravel crunching as my tires slowly roll over it.

One of the Prospects, Jed, I think his name is, comes out and walks toward the car, so I stop and smile tightly at him.

“What can I do for you, Willa?”

“I’m here to see Oak.  I won’t stay long.”

“You’re not supposed to be here.”

“I’m aware,” I reply dryly.

He holds his finger up and pulls his cell from his top pocket.  Flipping it open, he jabs a few buttons and brings it to his ear.

“Oak, you got a visitor.”  Pause.  “Willa.” Another pause.  “Gotcha.”  He snaps the phone shut, looks to me, and then nods toward the building.  “Go on.”

I swallow.  “Thank you,” I mutter.  I drive forward just as I see Oak come storming from the clubhouse.  I stop the car and my nervousness is instantly gone, replaced by rage at the mere sight of him.

I swing my door open and step out of my car just as he reaches me.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” he growls, his brown eyes turning the color of whiskey as anger burns in them.

I shove my hand in my pocket and pull out the money, clenching it in my fist.

“Fuck. You,” I spit out at him.  I toss the money at his face.  “You’re a pig,” I snarl.  I march the few steps back to my car and swing the door open, climb in, and slam it angrily.  I turn the key and take a deep breath before letting it out.  Just as I’m about to reverse out, the passenger door opens and Oak folds his tall frame inside.  His hand covers mine on the gearshift and when he speaks, his voice is deceptively quiet.  “Stop.  Now, explain your little outburst.”

“I don’t have to explain shit.  Get out of my car.”  My voice rises steadily until I’m shouting.

“Keep your fucking voice down,” he snaps. 

“Get out of my car,” I grit out through clenched teeth.

“No,” he growls.  “Now fucking explain, ‘cause when I left you this morning you were in a fuck of a lot better mood than you are now.”

“I do not take money for sex, you pathetic piece of shit. I am not one of your filthy fucking whores, and I won’t be treated like one by someone like you.”

“Someone like me?” He cocks an eyebrow challengingly, daring me.

“Yeah, someone like you, who’s bound to be one of the biggest whores around.  Maybe I should have tossed
you
some cash.  I probably would have if I thought you were any good in the sack.”  Low blow, and totally a lie, I know. But, fuck
him.

He smirks. The fucker actually
smirks!

“Baby.” His tone and his eyes turn soft. “You’re fucking hot when you’re mad.  Drive.”

“Are you kidding me right now?”

“Drive back to your place.  Now.”

“You’re infuriating, you know that?  Just get out of my car.”

“Your brother’s going to kick my ass,” he mutters, right before he leans over the console, grips my neck, and smashes his lips to mine.  I try to fight him off, really I do.  But, I give in shamefully fast, and suddenly we’re making out like teenagers.  His tongue slides inside my mouth and I moan, sucking it deeper, causing him to groan.  My body heats, my panties dampen, my nipples harden, and I want nothing more than to pull his cock from his jeans and sink down on him, right here, right now.

He pulls back and his eyes find mine.  They’re blazing with lust and a perfect match to my own.  “Your house.  Now.  Drive.”

“’Kay,” I breathe.

I throw my car in drive, do a quick U-turn and pull out of the compound.  Oak’s hand finds my leg and his fingers slowly travel up my thigh, torturing me as they edge closer to my center.  Just before he reaches the apex of my thighs, his fingers slowly descend, stopping at my knees to then travel back up again.

It’s agony.

The drive doesn’t take long and before I know it, I’m pulling to a stop in front of my apartment.

Oak doesn’t waste any time.  He pulls my body over the console and plants me on his lap.  His cock aligns perfectly with my pussy and I curse the clothes we’re wearing.  His mouth finds mine and all is forgotten except the incessant throb between my legs.

I grind myself down on him, moaning into his mouth as his hardness hits me just right. 

“Enough,” he says hoarsely.  His fingers find the door handle and then he’s climbing out, taking me with him in one smooth movement.  His lips don’t leave mine while he walks the short distance to my apartment, or when I fumble behind my back to open my front door, or even when he clears the threshold and kicks said door shut with his boot.

He spins us around and my back hits the wall.  His hips rock into mine gently, a stark contrast to the way his mouth is ravishing mine.  It’s making my head spin.

It’s too much.

I can’t get enough.

I untangle my legs from his waist and drop to the ground, pulling his cock from his jeans and then without any preamble, I wrap my lips around his head and then suck him into him into my mouth.

“Fuckin’ shit,” he hisses, tangling his fingers in my hair and rocking his cock into my mouth further.  I take him all the way to my back of my throat and swallow before sliding back up to the top and swirling my tongue around the angry, sensitive flesh.

“Jesus Christ, Willa. Yeah, baby.  Suck my cock,” he groans.  I grow wetter between my legs, the excitement of having so much control over a man like him is intoxicating and addicting.  I cup his balls with one hand, massaging them gently, and use my other hand to jack his shaft while I suck the top of his cock.  I groan, loving the way he reacts to the vibration of my lips.

“Stop, baby,” he rasps.  “Not gonna come in your mouth yet.”  His hands go under my arms and he lifts me up, my mouth dislodging from his dick with a resounding pop.  He tears my jeans and panties from my body and then grips my ass and boosts me up.  My legs wrap tight around his waist and I feel down between our bodies to grab his cock and guide him inside my soaking pussy.

“Fuck me,” I whisper, looking deep into his eyes.

Still holding my ass in one hand, he steadies himself on the wall with his other palm and then begins to fuck me harder than I’ve ever been fucked in my life.  With each inward thrust, his length drags over the tender bundle of nerves deep inside me, causing me to catch my breath and moan loudly.

The sound of his balls slapping against my ass and his flesh pounding into mine surrounds us, as well as the thick, heady scent of sex.  Without losing rhythm, he leans down and takes my nipple into his mouth and bites down gently through the cotton fabric of my shirt.  The action sends a zing of explosive heat through my body and detonates my orgasm.  I clench tight around him as I shudder and buck, moaning his name over and over as I ride out my release.

He thrusts a few more times, before pulling free of my body and lowering me to the ground.

“Suck me, baby.”  His voice is husky, so fucking sexy I almost come again on the spot.  The tender, lax look on his face is almost too much to handle.  He is so close to the edge, his body is wound tight but his face is relaxed and full of passion.

I drop to my knees and slide my lips around him, tasting my own arousal as well as his own.  He braces his hands on the wall, leaning over me as he greedily fucks my mouth until he stills and groans from deep in his gut.  I swallow hungrily as burst after burst of hot cum fills my mouth, and then I tenderly lick his shaft clean of both of us.

“Come here,” he rumbles, lifting me from my kneeled position into his arms and carrying me to the couch.  He arranges me in his lap and I snuggle in sleepily.

“When I catch my breath, we’re gonna chat about the stunt you pulled before,” he warns.

Yippee.

Willa

I fiddle with the neck of his tee shirt as my head rests on his shoulder.  My body is curled up on his lap and we’re both slowly catching our breath.

“What was that about today, Willa?” he asks, an angry edge to his tone.

“You paid me like a first-class hooker,” I reply softly.  The hurt I was feeling earlier bubbles to the surface.

“Are you fucking shittin’ me?”  My hand stills for a beat and then I continue running the fabric through my fingers.  “Willa, look at me,” he commands.

I sit up slightly to look into his eyes.

“I gave you that money so you could buy yourself some new shoes.  I’m a man, and I take care of my woman. That was me takin’ care of my woman,” he explains.

“Oh,” I mouth, feeling incredibly dumb.

“Yeah,” he agrees.  “And since you decided to drive out to the clubhouse to pull your little stunt, I have to now have a chat with your brother sooner than I planned.”

“It’s not my fault you kissed me,” I say weakly.

“Fair warnin’, you get fired up, baby, and my cock’s gonna want inside.”

I giggle, but my thighs clench together.  He glances down at the action and smirks.

Bastard.

“What does my brother care?”

“You’re his baby sister, and he’s done his best to keep you far away from anything club related.  Now, you’re fucking a member of the club.”  He pauses to kiss my forehead.  “Guessin’ he’s not going to be too happy about it.”

“I can talk to him if you want. I’m not scared of him,” I say in a show of bravado.

Oak chuckles, his body jerking under mine.  “Babe, I’m not scared of him.  It’s just the respectful thing to do.”

“How old are you, Oak?” I ask when it occurs to me I don’t know very much about him at all.  I know he likes to drink beer, and he very rarely drinks hard liquor.  I know he likes the Original Beef Jerky and salted peanuts we sell at Club Z.  I know he favors black jeans and white shirts because that’s pretty much all I ever see him in, and I know he rarely relaxes, since he always seems to be on high alert, scanning the area, his eyes methodically moving around the room. 

And, I know that my body knows he is near, even before my mind is aware of him.

“Thirty,” he replies. 

Seven years older than me.

“Dirty thirty,” I say with a giggle.

“You know it.” He laughs.  “You workin’ today?”

I shake my head.  “Nope. Day off.”

“Good.  Get up, clean yourself up.  We’ve got a pair of shoes to buy.”  He slaps my ass and lifts me off his lap.

***

“Are you hungry?”  I ask, resting my head on Oak’s upper arm as we walk hand in hand down the sidewalk.

“Fuck yeah,” he grunts.  “This shopping bullshit is harder than I thought,” he grumbles.

I laugh.  “Stop being a baby.”  We’ve only visited four stores, it’s not like I took him on some wild, all day long shopping spree.  From the way he’s acting you’d think I have been dragging him around for eight hours, instead of just two.

We make our way into a cozy restaurant and order a drink each – beer for him, wine for me – while we read our menus.  The waitress comes back and takes our order before leaving us again.

I take a sip of my wine and say, “Thank you for the shoes.”  He bought me three pairs instead of just one pair like I had planned on.  I tried to pay for them myself, but he wouldn’t have it.  He just shook his head slightly and scowled, so I tucked my hair behind my ear and ducked my head. 

“Told you, I look after my woman.”

“Maybe we should…explore that concept of yours.”

He cocks his head to the side.

“Okay.”  I take a deep breath, deciding to just launch right in.  “We don’t know each other very well, and up until a few nights ago, you hadn’t even
noticed
me, Oak.  So, I think it’s a little crazy that you would all of a sudden be wanting me as your woman.”

“A man can only deny himself of something he wants for so long, Willa.  Then, temptation becomes too much and he can’t hold off any longer,” he says quietly. 

I look at him in wide-eyed shock.

“So, what you’re saying is you
have
noticed me?”  I ask dumbly.

He chuckles and shakes his head faintly.  “You taken a look in the mirror lately, babe? 
Every
man with a dick that works notices you.”

“Oh.” 
I’ll take that as a compliment!

“Why did you deny yourself?” I ask when my brain stops doing its happy dance at his words.

He lets out a breath.  “There isn’t a lot I can say, but you just have to trust me that I
will
fill you in and I’ll answer every question you’ve got.  I just don’t know when that day will be.  Hopefully soon,” he replies, and I’m even more confused.  I have no idea what he is talking about.

“Trust you?  I barely know you,” I mutter.

He reaches across the table and his hand covers mine.  A zing of awareness tingles up arm and I stare at our hands in shock. 

“Trust me,” he implores.

“I,” I hesitate.  Can I trust him?  I don’t even know him really well, but something tells me he wouldn’t hurt me. 
And if he does, I’ll survive.
“Okay,” I say softly.

“Okay?” he repeats, his brows creeping up his forehead.

“Okay,” I confirm, nodding my head once, confident in my decision.

“Good.  Let’s get out of here.”  He pays the check and we drive back to my place to spend the afternoon fucking slowly in my bed, in the shower, on the floor, and up against the wall.  I come six times by the time I fall asleep, sated, relaxed, and utterly exhausted.