Trust (Trojans MC Book 6) (5 page)

“I do, only she doesn’t think I want anything to do with her.”

She frowned. “I’m confused.”

“Rebecca told me at the end of our date that she doesn’t want me to feel pressured. I went out with her because of our mutual friend. I don’t know how to get her to want to go out with me again.”

“Ask her.”

“What?”

“Call her up, and ask her. It’s the best way of getting her to go out. You’re not even waiting for someone else to do the honors.” She patted him on the arm, laughing. “You look a little shocked.”

“I’m the lawyer, and I didn’t even think about calling her up and asking her.”

“You’re welcome.”

The bell on the door rang, and she turned to see her brother entering.

“Oh, dear, brother of mine, have you been naughty?” she asked.

“Not at all.”

“Really? You’re entering a lawyer’s office, and you think you’ve been a good boy?” she asked, teasing him.

“Seriously?”

“What?” she asked. “Why would you be here at exactly twelve o’clock?”

“I wanted to take you to lunch if you’re free.”

“Believe it or not, I am free. It’s lunch. Do you want me to bring anything back?” she asked, looking at Clinton.

“Yeah, sure, I’ll have a cheeseburger. Make sure it’s loaded.”

“Will do, champ.”

She grabbed her bag, and followed her brother out into the hot midday sun. It was moments like this that she was pleased that Clinton installed some air conditioning.

“What’s going on?” she asked.

“Why does there have to be anything going on?”

“I don’t know. I’ve been working for Clinton for awhile, and this is the first time you’ve come to my work place. I’m a little nervous. Have I done something wrong?”

“Not at all. I just wanted to treat my sister. Nothing wrong in that.”

Beth paused and stared at him. “This is about Knuckles, isn’t it?”

The smile on Daisy’s face disappeared. “You shouldn’t be dating him. I wanted to spend some time with you, and just talk, please. Let’s go and eat.”

“Did Maria put you up to this?”

“I love you, Beth.”

“That wasn’t in question.” She knew Daisy loved her, as did both of her parents. Beth knew how much love they all had for her. Maria was like a sister to her, and the club women had opened up their clubhouse and their homes for her.

They entered the diner, and she saw Mary working the front desk. She gave her a wave and gave her Clinton’s order. Taking a seat close to the door, Beth stared at her brother.

“Knuckles, he’s not all that he seems.”

“Okay, fine. Why isn’t he all he seems?”

“He’s got a dark side to him.”

She closed her eyes, rubbing at his temples.

“With women, he has to have all the control. He’s the Dominant person in a relationship.”

“From what I heard, so are you.”

“He likes whips and chains.”

She gritted her teeth. “Just come out with it.”

“Knuckles is a Dom, Beth. He likes submissive women, and he gives them strict orders.”

Beth stared at her brother. “That it?”

Daisy frowned.

“Yeah, I know what Knuckles is, Daisy. I’ve seen his stuff, actually.”

One night when they’d been talking in the rain, he’d taken her back, and as he was getting something out of his closet, a large box of BDSM equipment, paddles, clamps, whips, dildos, had fallen out. She had asked him about it, and he’d been honest.

This was what she loved about Knuckles. He was completely honest. There wasn’t anything else with him. He’d also told her that it wasn’t something he
needed,
but something he enjoyed doing, that was all.

“Why didn’t you start by asking if I wanted this kind of relationship? Why didn’t you ask how I felt?” She shook her head. “You’re my brother, and I love you very much. You don’t trust me to make decisions like this. I like Knuckles.”

“You don’t know what you want.”

“Really?”

“Beth, you’re not in any mind to make that kind of call. You were terrified of being around men—”

“Shut up!” She growled the words out and leaned forward. “What happened to me was my business. I know you took me in, and I know you care about me, and you’re worried, but don’t tell me what I should, and shouldn’t feel. I don’t like it.”

She got to her feet and asked Mary for that burger.

“Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, I’ve lost my appetite.”

Daisy moved up behind her.

“If you still want to have a friendship with me, then I suggest you think about what you say.” She was so damn mad. What did Daisy think? Did he think she was just going to fall for anyone who showed her interest? Even before that damn party where her life changed forever, she’d never jumped at just any guy who looked her way. The very fact he thought that pissed her off.

She paid Mary, and left the diner with Daisy right behind her.

“I care about you, sweetie.”

Spinning around, she pointed a finger at him. “If you cared about me you’d have asked me about what I think, and about what I feel. Instead, all you’re doing is telling me reasons why I shouldn’t be with a guy I actually want to be with. Unless you start treating me like a sister, don’t come near me again.”

She stormed into the office and handed Clinton his burger.

“Everything okay?”

“No, it’s really not.”

Beth finished her day at work and made her way home. She was so angry still.

Her mother had called to ask her how she was, and she’d told her about Knuckles and about Daisy. Her parents missed her, but she wasn’t about to head back there. It was no longer her home, and it hadn’t been her home for a long time.

Entering her apartment, her own small space, she went straight to the fridge, and grabbed the bottle of wine.

Pouring herself a large glass, she growled as the doorbell rang. She was going to start tearing the damn thing off. With her glass in hand, she went to check who it was.

“Are you here to break up with me?” she asked, seeing Knuckles.

“No. Why would I?”

“I had a rather unpleasant visit from my brother. I figured if you’re here, it’s because he tried to get into your head, and now you want nothing to do with me.”

“I’m not the kind of man who gets told what to do.”

“No?”

“No. I’m here because we had a date.”

She stepped back and waited for him to enter. “You’re not going to stop seeing me because of my brother?”

“Daisy’s my club brother. He’s got a right to be concerned, but when it comes to me and you, his fears are unfounded.”

“He tried to tell me about you being a Dom.”

“And?”

“And I told him I already knew. There was no need to warn me because I knew.”

Knuckles smirked. “I bet he had a field day with that one.”

“I don’t know what I’m doing here with you, Knuckles.”

“We’re having fun.”

“We’re not having sex.”

“I’m aware of that. I didn’t say we would be having sex.”

“I don’t think I could be a submissive.”

Knuckles sighed. “Stop worrying about that shit. I’m not asking for one, and you don’t need to be scared.”

He opened his arms, and she went to him. Wrapping her arms around him, he held her close. He made her feel safe in his arms, and she never wanted to leave that feeling, never.

“What is it?” he asked.

“Don’t let me go.”

“Never.”

****

Mary was so tired. It was late, and what she hated more than anything was the fact she didn’t want to go home. She wanted to see her daughter. Starlight was everything to her. What she didn’t want was Pike trying to push her around. He wasn’t mean or abusive. His words stung much more. He didn’t trust her, and she found that much more upsetting than anything else.

She could go back to the diner where Mac was, or she could walk into her house, and deal with whatever the fuck was going on with Pike. Closing her eyes, she stepped forward, and the door opened.

Opening her eyes, she saw Pike standing there, leaning his weight against the doorframe.

“You’re late.”

“I walked home.”

“Mac’s not even making sure you get home now.”

She sighed. “So we’re going to fight again. Why? You know I love working at the diner. You know I love you.”

“You’re working with a man who has feelings for you, Mary. You’re not just going there for a few times a week. You’re there every single day.”

“It’s my job.”

“No! Your blog is your job. The diner, it was a way for you to make money, and you haven’t needed it for a long time. Mac hasn’t moved on, and I’m not going to risk him taking you away.”

“You don’t trust me.”

“Of course I trust you.”

“If you trusted me, you wouldn’t even be worrying about me. Instead, you
are
worrying about me.” She took a step toward her home. “Can I come in? Where’s Starlight?”

“She’s in her room. I put her to bed. She asked after you.”

They were turning into awful parents. She was spending more time at the diner, and he was at the club. Starlight was going to nursery, and between them, they were passing her backward and forward.

“We can’t keep living like this,” she said.

“Quit.”

“No. I love working.”

“You love working more than spending time with me.”

“Look what is happening to us, Pike. You can’t stand for me to be working. Your jealousy is tearing us apart. I don’t doubt what you’re doing at the club. I know there’s no other woman there. That is trust. Why can’t you give me the exact same trust?”

Pike closed the door, and she stared at his back.

“I want you to do as I’ve asked. I want you to end things with Mac and the diner.”

“Nothing is going on.” The diner was a good way of experimenting, of testing their ideas on the locals’ palates. She even put on the menus every week the experiments, and she gave them all cards so they would give her feedback. She placed her hand on his back. “I love you.”

“It’s not good enough.”

Tears sprang to her eyes. “You don’t trust me. I’m sure you’ve warned Mac not to try anything.”

“How would you feel if I spent most of my working day with Lori? Emma? Lilah? That wouldn’t bother you?”

“Well, yeah,” she said.

“Then think about it from my point of view. You know what, fuck this.” He grabbed his jacket and stormed to the front door.

“Pike?” She rushed toward the front door, and there she watched as she straddled his bike, and rode away.

He’d left her.

She was alone.

“Mommy?”

Wiping away the tears, she smiled up at her daughter. “It’s okay, sweetie.” She didn’t have a clue what to do, but she’d figure it out.

Chapter Five

Knuckles sat with Beth, his arm across her shoulder. When he had taken her shopping a few days ago, he’d intended to buy her a kitten or at least a puppy. What he hadn’t known was that Beth was allergic to both cats and dogs. So, he’d bought her a new mixer instead, which now sat in pride of place on her kitchen counter.

The moment they had entered the pound, she’d started sneezing, and it had only gotten worse.

“I love this,” she said.

He stroked her arm, leaning in, and smelling her hair. Knuckles loved late nights like this where he got to hold her.

Her hand rested on his thigh, and it took every ounce of willpower not to move. His dick was rock fucking solid, pressing against his jeans, wanting close to her. He wanted close to her. For the past week, make that the past year and a half, he’d been beating off to thoughts of her.

Staying still, he teased her hair and waited for the feeling to die down. Then he happened to feel the tips of her fingers stroking inside his thigh. Unable to deny the feelings consuming him, he glanced down, and saw she was indeed stroking his thigh.

“Beth?”

“Please,” she said.

He couldn’t do it, so he stood. Daisy’s words came back to haunt him, and he hated his fellow brother in that moment. He wished he could have beaten the shit out of him.

“We were supposed to be watching the movie.”

“Knuckles, we’ve been dancing around this for so long. I’m ready.”

Pressing the heel of his hand against his eyes, he shook his head. “You don’t know what you want.”

Removing his hand from his eyes, he stared in amazement as Beth stood. She didn’t wait for him to say anything. She lowered the dress she wore, and it fell to the ground in a pool at her feet. She wasn’t wearing a bra, or any panties. How the hell had he missed that?

“From the moment I turned up at Vale Valley, we’ve danced around this.” He watched as she licked her lips. “I know you want me. I see it right there in front of me. I guess my brother got to you. It’s a shame.”

She lowered herself to the sofa.

“Beth?”

“So, I’m going to show you what I want.”

Words were hard to come by when she leaned back on the sofa, spread her thighs, and placed her feet on the cushion so he had a perfect view of her cunt.

“Beth?”

She ran her fingers through her slit, and he saw she was soaking wet.

“This is what you do to me, Knuckles. We don’t have to have sex, and I love spending time with you. I just … I want more.”

He moved toward the coffee table, taking a seat. At the same time, he loosened his jeans and pulled his cock free, sighing.

Her gaze went wide. “I had no idea you were that big.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll fit.”

She chuckled. “I’m not worried about that. I know you’ll fit.”

Running his hand from the base of his cock up to the tip, Knuckles couldn’t look away from her pussy. She was completely naked, exposed, and he loved what he saw. He couldn’t wait until he got his hands on her curves.

What’s stopping you?

Moving away from the coffee table, he knelt in front of her, inhaling her pretty pussy.

She didn’t stop him. Flicking his tongue out, he slid it across her tight clit, and she gasped. She tasted so damn good that he slid his tongue down to her entrance, plunging inside her to get more of her on his tongue.

“Fuck me, baby,” he said.

“I want you to.”

“Soon.”

Pre-cum leaked from his tip, but he didn’t want to be touching himself. Releasing his dick, he ran his hands up her body, cupping her large tits, and teasing the pink tips. She was so soft and curvy. Pinching her nipples, he groaned as she arched up.

“Sensitive?”

“With you, yes. Everything feels alive, as if I can’t help but feel. It’s amazing.”

“You’re amazing, baby.” Holding the weight of her tits in his hands, Knuckles knew he was going to be sliding his tongue between that valley soon enough. He was going to mark every inch of her glorious body, and then some until she had no doubt who she belonged to.

Moving down, he ran his fingers over her rounded stomach, then dipped between her thighs, spreading her lips, which were covered in her cream.

“Are you horny for me, baby?” he asked.

“Yes, please.”

Sliding two fingers inside her, he groaned at how tight she was. He was going to need plenty of lube to make sure she wasn’t in any kind of pain. Knuckles wasn’t a small man, not at all.

When it came to Beth, he wanted her panting and yearning for it.

“Who do you belong to?”

“You?”

“Is that a question, Beth? Before I give you an orgasm, you better know the man you’re with.”

“You, it’s you, Knuckles.”

“Once I put my dick inside you, there’s no backing out. If I get too much, you’ll tell me to stop. That’s all I need. I don’t need pretty words. I understand no, stop, don’t.”

“Yes, Knuckles.”

“I also don’t require you to call me Sir or Master.”

“You don’t sound like a Dom.”

“Many men take what they want from the lifestyle and make it suit them. The leather you’ll see me wear is that of my cut. Names, I’d rather know the woman that I want knows who is about to fuck her. Spread your pussy lips.”

She did as he asked without hesitating, and he saw how wet she was, and he wanted to fuck her, so much. He kept his fingers inside her, working her pretty cunt.

He slid his tongue against her pussy, enjoying the taste of her some more. The instant he touched her clit, her pussy tightened around his fingers, and he couldn’t help but moan. She was so incredibly tight. He’d never known a woman be so tight. Technically, she was still a virgin. She’d never willingly been with a man, and he intended for her first time with him to be perfect.

Knuckles wasn’t in a rush to stick his dick inside her. One of the benefits of training to be a Dom, which he had done, he learned a great deal of restraint and patience at a time in his life when he’d needed it most. Being a Dom had taught him so many lessons, and if it hadn’t been for the training, he truly believed he’d have ended up in serious trouble, not only with the law but with someone much worse. He wasn’t a traditional Dom, and didn’t need a harem of submissive women. Knuckles enjoyed the art of it, the mastery, and the trust. Until Beth trusted him completely, he could wait to explore more. Learning those skills allowed him to actually become a better man, and also a better brother. Where some of the club brothers would lash out, and inflict all kinds of pain, he wasn’t like that. He liked to wait. Over time, Knuckles had learned the value of waiting. Patience brought out the innocence or the guilt in people. More people cracked under silence than anyone else, at least to him they had.

“You ever had this pretty pussy sucked?” he asked.

She shook her head.

“I’m going to be doing a lot of sucking of this, baby. You’re just too damn perfect not to lick, suck, or fuck.”

“I want you to fuck me, Knuckles.”

“Not yet.”

She groaned. “Why not?”

“You’re not ready.”

“I’m here, panting after you, begging for you to give it to me. I want you. I don’t know how many more times I can prove to you that I do.”

Knuckles removed his fingers and licked them clean. “Baby, I won’t have you speaking to me like that. We talked about this, about who I am.”

“I know who you are.”

“Then you know I punish insolence, and I also punish spoiled little brats. Don’t become a spoiled brat.”

She groaned. “I don’t mean to be.”

“Tell me, Beth, has anyone ever given your pretty ass a spanking?”

“No one’s ever called my ass pretty before.”

He stood up and sat down on the sofa beside him. Wrapping his hands around her waist, he pulled her across him, and started to caress the curve of her ass. “It’s so pretty, and full, and,” he gave it a slap, “smackable.”

“That’s not a word.”

“Oh, well, it’s true. Your ass is just begging for a hand, baby.”

He ran his fingers over the soft rounded curves, and then he spread her open, seeing the tight puckered hole of her anus.

“I’ve always been good. No one would dare hit me.”

“Oh, Beth, there are ways to make you enjoy it so much more.” He released her ass and brought his hand down on her plump flesh.

She gasped out.

He landed another blow on the cheek further away from him. Knuckles made sure not to be too hard on her. Beth might think she was ready for everything full on with him, but he wasn’t a fool. She thought she was ready, and he was going to build her up to the man that he was. He was the man in charge, not her. Knuckles wouldn’t be taking orders from her, or from anyone.

****

Beth’s ass was nice and warm. Knuckles caressed her, and then hit her again, making her gasp. The touch was so light, yet it held a sting to it. Even as he spanked her, she couldn’t help growing even more aroused. His cock pressed against her stomach, making her aware of how much he was enjoying her being close.

She closed her eyes, trying to make sense of everything that was happening to her, and she couldn’t figure it out, not for a single second understand it.

“Damn,” he said, squeezing her ass. “You’ve got the nicest ass I’ve seen. It’s going to look so red and hot when I get my paddle to it.”

Biting her lip, Beth for a second wondered if she’d bitten off more than she could chew. Knuckles was a red-blooded animal. A man who knew his own desires, and his own needs. She … she didn’t have the first clue about what she wanted.

She’d always put everything off, waiting for a different time. Denying herself sex, in place of fun. Going to parties, she’d thought that had made a difference to who she was.

Beth had believed parties made her fun, so it made people see her as fun.

It hadn’t.

A life without the parties was simply a normal life.

She thought about her best friend, Maria, who was now married and had a child. Daisy and Maria were happily married, while Beth worked for a lawyer, arranging his clients, and she lived alone. Even Knuckles had tried to get her a cat. Did she look that miserable?

Knuckles slapped her ass, and in that one touch, fire ignited inside her.

The only person who had really helped her to feel was the man she was currently lying across. He showed her fire, passion, love, respect. Knuckles showed it all, and yet he even made sure she took some for herself.

Traveling this path with Knuckles would make her have to face herself, her own internal demons. There was no way he’d ever let her hide. She had to be willing to take on everything, and trust in him to never let her go, or to never break her.

This was not a decision to be taken lightly. She had to be ready to explore every part of herself, and to trust in Knuckles in ways she’d never trusted before.

Biting her lip, she had to wonder if she was capable of that.

Why not?

You’re the reason you’re here now.

“I can feel you thinking all the way up here, baby,” he said. “I hope you come to the right decision.”

“What would be the right decision?” she asked, hoping that he’d make it for her.

He leaned over her so that his lips were against her ear. “The decision that is right for you.”

She groaned. Knuckles knew the game she was playing, and he had one of his own. He wasn’t about to influence her decision either.

Knuckles slapped her ass twice, and then rubbed the area to soften her.

What do I have to lose?

Beth thought about the last few months of being near Knuckles. She’d always been near him but never dared to touch. When some of the club whores had gone to him, wrapping their arms around his neck, she’d been filled with jealousy. She didn’t believe it was fair that they could touch him, and she couldn’t.

“I want you,” she said, coming to a decision.

This wasn’t just tonight either.

She’d been thinking about this for a long time, much longer than when she moved in here. Beth had been thinking about it since the moment she saw him, the way he looked at her. When Knuckles was near, he made her feel safe, and alive. She wanted to keep on experiencing that, and the only way for that to ever happen, was for her to continue to be with him.

“You do?”

“Yes. I don’t want to share you though.” She glanced over her shoulder to look at him. “I want to be with you, and only be with you.”

“I’m in charge, Beth, you know that.”

“You didn’t say if you’re happy with being faithful.”

He sighed, and she wondered if she’d fucked it up already.

“Beth, ever since you’ve come to the club, I haven’t been with another female. It’s not a question I need to answer because there’s no one else I want but you.” He lifted her up, and settled her down between his thighs, cupping her face as he did. “This has to involve total honesty between us. I need to know when I’m pushing too far, and you need to tell me when I’m not pushing you enough. I expect you to tell me at all times.”