Trust (Trojans MC Book 6) (6 page)

“Okay.”

“Do you completely understand?”

“Yes, I do.”

“Good.” Suddenly he lifted her back up, and moved her to straddle his thighs. His hand sank into her hair, and he slammed his lips down on hers. She cupped his face, kissing him back with a ferocity that shocked her.

Beth held on tightly, loving the way his arms wrapped around her, holding her close.

His hands moved everywhere, running up and down her naked body.

Reaching between them, she wrapped her fingers around his cock, and started to work from the base up.

He groaned. “I’ve wanted your hands on me since the first day I saw you. You’re fucking fire, Beth. No one can take that away from you.”

Beth gasped as he moved her so that she was lying on the sofa. Knuckles took possession of her lips, sliding his tongue into her mouth, making her moan even more. He didn’t stay for long. Kissing down her body, he paused at her breasts.

He pressed them together, licking the valley between, and sliding across each nipple. “Perfection.”

After he sucked on each nipple, he moved down her body until he was poised over her pussy.

She watched as he opened the lips of her sex and sucked on her clit. She couldn’t watch him for much longer than a few seconds. The pleasure was instant, and when he used his teeth, it made it even more exhilarating. She wanted that burst of pain combined with her pleasure.

Two fingers thrust inside her, going to the hilt, making her yearn for more.

“Baby, you’re going to drive me crazy. I’m not going to know if I should be licking your pussy, or fucking it. Your body was made for me, and for me alone.”

That, she truly believed.

He flicked his tongue across her clit, sliding down to fuck her. She groaned. Beth had been so close to another orgasm.

Knuckles drove her crazy, with an expert touch, driving her to the peak, holding her there, and then taking it away.

She screamed his name, begged for him to give her release, and he held it back.

“You’ll come when I say you can come.”

Beth stopped her begging, and basked in the pleasure his touch was providing. She’d never been explored, and Knuckles was savoring her body.

He stroked her pussy, licked, sucked, nibbled, and drew out every possible arousal from her.

“Come for me, Beth. Let me hear you come.”

With the flick of his tongue, Beth erupted, coming so hard, and so deep, that she completely forgot who she was. The sensation made her feel like she was floating, and she closed her eyes, finally realizing after all this time what all the fuss was about.

Knuckles kept her there, stroking every last part of her orgasm out, until she finally couldn’t stand anymore, and he brought her down gently.

When she opened her eyes, she saw Knuckles had his hand wrapped around his cock, the same hand that he’d used on her pussy. She saw her cream coating his dick.

She kept her legs open, but she couldn’t look away from how he was touching his shaft. He seemed to be squeezing himself so tightly, almost as if he was hurting himself, yet Knuckles didn’t seem hurt.

He worked his cock over and over, staring at her body.

“Fuck, baby, I don’t know what it is you do to me.”

Beth lay mesmerized as she watched Knuckles come, the white strands of his cum covering her stomach.

When he finished, and she was covered in his cum, he lay against her. She wrapped her arms around him, knowing it was one of the best experiences of her life, and she never wanted it to end.

“There’s no going back now.”

“I don’t want to go back.” She was looking forward to moving forward.

Chapter Six

A few days later

“How is it coming on the princess’s car?” Brass asked.

Looking up from under the hood, Knuckles stared at him. “You’re asking me that? I’m working on it.”

“It has been over a week.”

“So? We were waiting a week for the parts. I can’t make this rush any more than I already have. She’s getting shitty parts for it as it is.”

Eliza didn’t want the expense of buying brand new shit. So far, Knuckles had to send three parts back, and recalibrate some himself. He wasn’t going to tire himself out on a bag of shit that was used to transport an entitled princess.

“Sorry, she’s back in the reception,” Brass said.

“Why are you talking like a fucking Prospect? You’re a club brother. Tell her she’s got to wait.”

“I can’t do that.”

“Why?”

“I like her.”

Knuckles sighed, wiping his hands on the cloth. “We have enough club pussy to keep you busy at the clubhouse. Why this woman?”

“I don’t know. She’s a princess, and I always wanted to deflower one of those, on my terms.”

“So, you’re going for the whole sympathy thing with looking like a pampered princess yourself?” Knuckles didn’t have time for this shit. Duke wanted to bring the drug run forward, and the gun run that was usually spread out. He hated these runs, especially when his relationship with Beth was improving.

She understood he had a role to play in the club. He just didn’t want her to think the club would come before her.

Fuck, he really didn’t know what would come first.

Beth had gotten under his skin, and he couldn’t leave her, not now.

“Look, I’ll do anything you say. I mean it. I’ll do whatever the hell you want.”

“There’s nothing you can give me.”

Brass growled. Out of all of the brothers Brass was the most selfish. Dealing with him was like dealing with the fucking devil. The biggest problem, Brass was one of the most loyal brothers within the club. Trojans were inside him, and Knuckles wouldn’t be without him, not ever. He was a pain in the ass, but he was a necessary pain in the ass.

“You know what. I’ve got a way to handle this.” Knuckles moved past him, entering the reception area.

“Eliza Bishop, your piece of shit car isn’t going to be ready for a while. The reason being, you want me to fix the piece of shit, while not causing any trouble yourself. Guess what, it’s not going to happen. This car is staying with me until I can get it on the road, safe, and without a threat to yourself or to others. Now, if you have a problem, call your father, and let him come and get you. If not, Brass here wants to test drive your pussy, meaning he wants to fuck you into next week. If you’ve got a little rebellion inside you, give him a ride, and maybe he’ll stop riding me.”

“Wow, I, um, I came to bring lunch,” Beth said.

During his rant, Knuckles hadn’t seen his own woman, holding a brown baggy. “Now if you’ll excuse me. I’ve got my own woman to attend to.” Ducking under the counter, he rushed toward her, wrapping her up in his arms, and holding her close. “Fuck, baby, I missed you,” he said.

He cupped her face, kissing her lips, sliding his tongue inside when she gasped, allowing him entry.

“Do I even want to know what was going on there?”

“Brass wants to fuck her.”

“I did wonder why his tongue was dangling out, panting. I wonder if she’ll fall for the act.”

“You didn’t?”

“I’m with you, aren’t I? He was nice, kind of sweet, but I don’t know, there was always an edge of lies to him. I’m not into that. I talked to Daisy about it once, and he said that Brass has many faults, but when he needed him, he was all right.”

“He is. It’s why we keep him around. Many clubs have them. You know, that one guy that’s a total asshole, and you wonder why you haven’t ended his sorry-ass existence.” He reached down to cup her ass. “Anyway, what brought you here?”

“Well, I thought it would be nice for us to have lunch together, and also, I figured why the hell not. We’re dating, aren’t we?”

“That we are,” he said, chuckling.

“Dating couples have lunch. If you feel I’m smothering you with my presence let me know.”

“There’s no smothering.” Knuckles looked around the dirty yard, and shook his head. “Come on, there’s a little park a few feet from here. We can sit under a tree.”

He took hold of her hand, and they walked down the small stretch of road. Knuckles liked it. They weren’t hiding who they were. Daisy had issues. The way he saw it, Daisy was her brother, so he had a right to act like an asshole. He didn’t agree with it, but he wasn’t about to start fighting with him.

“How was work?” Knuckles asked.

“Good. Clinton’s got something going on. I don’t know what. At first I thought it had to do with this woman he wants to date. He says it’s not, and that the woman wouldn’t return his calls. Usually he’s the one dealing with the guys that have done wrong, or the guys in a divorce, or what not. He’s gone to see a victim today. He didn’t want me to come with him, and I haven’t been allowed access to the file. It’s kind of strange,” she said.

He heard the concern in her voice, and he didn’t like it. “Do you want me to go and talk to him?”

“No.”

“Clinton will talk to me.”

“I’m not having my boyfriend go and intimidate my boss. I can handle it. Clinton has always been a little weird anyway, no problem.”

They entered the park, and he saw the children playing. He also saw Crazy with Leanna, and their little boy, Luke. Strawberry was in school.

“Let’s go and say hi.”

They walked up toward the happy couple.

“Well, well, well, does Daisy know?” Crazy asked.

Leanna tapped his arm. “Seriously, that’s the first thing you’re going to say to them?”

“It’s not the only thing I’m going to say. God, woman, you don’t need to hit so hard.” Crazy gasped.

Beth laughed. “Daisy knows, and he’s a little pissed about it, but then, he’s only my brother, so it shouldn’t matter what he says, should it?”

“Mommy, Daddy, look, look,” Luke said, grabbing a pole, and sliding down it.

Knuckles chuckled. Crazy and Leanna hadn’t been around the club all that much in the last few months. They’d been doing some house changes, and getting Strawberry settled into a new school, which was closer to them.

Beth squeezed his hand and stood talking with Leanna.

“Is this going to cause some club trouble?”

“It shouldn’t. Daisy knows I’m not messing around. It’s the real deal.”

“You going to claim her?”

“Yeah, I am. What about you? You and Leanna coming to give us a visit?”

“Soon. Shit with Strawberry has been a nightmare. Luke’s been struggling as well.” Crazy ran a hand down his face.

“What’s wrong with Strawberry?” Knuckles asked.

“Fucking childhood bullies is what. Fucking sick of them.”

“Seriously? Your kid is getting bullied? How the fuck does that work?” From what Knuckles knew, none of them had ever gotten bullied throughout high school. In fact, even Matthew had been left alone, and he’d gone through many years a scrawny kid.

“None of the kids believe her that her father’s part of the Trojans. They upset her because of her name, and shit. Kid stuff.”

“I’d say go and pick her up, take a few of the guys with you. No one bullies Strawberry and gets away with it.”

“I’m not about to scare the shit out of a bunch of kids.”

“I’m not saying we get out and threaten them. I think a show of force, let them know who Strawberry comes from. It’s a visual thing.”

“She’s nearly eight years old.”

“They’re only going to get bigger. Nip it in the bud now. Don’t let it go crazy. Anyway, I’ve got a lunch to enjoy.” He wrapped his arm around Beth, and lifted her up. “Sorry we can’t stay to chat.”

“Bye, Leanna, we’ll talk soon.”

****

“I can’t believe you did that,” Beth said, handing him his meal, which she’d gotten from the diner.

“What? If I left you talking with Leanna, I wouldn’t have been able to see you.”

Beth had been worried that it was a dumb ass idea to bring him food. Now, she was really pleased that she had. “Brass wants to screw that woman in the shop?”

“Yeah. She’s an entitled princess, and I’m having to fix her car.”

“Do you like working with cars?”

“It’s something I’ve always been able to do. I love being part of the club, and I’ve got jobs to do there as well.”

She took out the plastic fork for her chicken Cobb salad, and took a bite, staring at Knuckles. He was loving the burger she got him, with extra bacon.

“I heard you guys were going on another run?” she asked. Maria had called her up, and they’d gotten talking, her friend letting it slip that Daisy was leaving in a few weeks.

“Yeah, one next week, and one at the end of this week. It has been brought forward. I’ll be in touch constantly.”

“Is it dangerous?”

Knuckles paused, staring at her. “Do you trust me?”

“Yes.”

“Then trust me when I say to you that I will make it back to you.”

She licked her lips. “I can’t stop thinking about our night together.”

“Me neither, babe. I’m sorry I haven’t been around. With the ride coming forward, I’ve had to check over the bikes. Raoul has been helping me. Time has gotten away.”

She touched his arm. “I’m not complaining, not really. It’s just, I worry about you, Knuckles. I do. This is going to be the first time that a ride like this is going to mean anything to me, and I find that a little scary. Will you be coming over tonight?”

“Yeah, I will. How about I pick you up from work?”

She shook her head. “I could cook us some dinner, if you’d like. My treat.” She could also put that sheer negligee to good use and tempt him with something a little more.

“Okay. When I’m done here, I’ve got to head back to the clubhouse, and then I’ll be with you. What do you think?” Knuckles asked.

“I love it.”

Glancing behind her, she saw they were in a secluded part of the park. No one could see them. Putting her carton onto the ground, she moved up his body, straddling his legs.

“Now, what do I owe the pleasure of this, baby?”

“This is letting you know that I miss you.” She wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her lips to his. Beth kissed down his neck, to his ear. “I’ve been touching myself the past couple of days, missing you. I miss you so much, Knuckles.”

“Fuck. Have you come?”

“Sometimes. I’m not as good as your wicked tongue. I think about you, Knuckles.”

He wrapped his burger up and sank his fingers into her hair, wrapping the length around his knuckles. She couldn’t help but smile, thinking about his name, and what he was doing.

“It would seem to me, sweet Beth, you want to be punished.”

“No.”

Did she want to be punished?

“You’re not allowed to touch yourself again until I say so.”

“But I get so wet, and late at night after I’ve woken up from a dream, I can’t help it.”

“You dream about me?”

“Yes.”

“In this dream, what am I doing?”

“You’re touching me.”

“Anything else?”

“You’re making me watch as you touch me. It’s so damn hot, and you’re always in charge, Knuckles, always. You’re the master of me.”

“Always, baby. Now, we’re going to have to head back to the shop. I don’t want to risk damaging kids’ eyes for what I want to do to you.”

She shivered with delight. Gathering up the remains of her food, she took Knuckles hand, and they rushed back to the mechanic shop. She was surprised to see Duke and Brass working. Knuckles didn’t stop until they were back in the private office. She saw the blinds had already been drawn. He pushed her up against the door, grabbing her hands, and slamming them above her head.

“Now, it seems to me you think you can do whatever the hell you want without consequences for your actions?”

She shook her head. “No, that’s not what I think.”

Beth wasn’t afraid. She was so turned on, she didn’t know how she was able to form coherent words. He was driving her crazy.

“Silence. We’re going to have some new rules. When you’re alone with me in private, you don’t talk other than to say if I’m going too far, understand? Don’t be a smartass either. Know that I mean it when we’re like this, on the verge of fucking each other.”

Suddenly, he spun her around so that her face was to the door. He shoved her hands above her head, and his hand moved to her stomach. Knuckles pressed against her back, and she moaned, feeling the rock hard ridge of his dick pressing against her ass.

“Keep your hands there. Don’t move them.”

He released her hands and slapped her ass. The action startled her.