Chapter 1 - Toes In The Sand
- Regardless of how big and bad you are, there's always that one woman that can see right through you. She's both your strength and your weakness.
Bear’s Pov:
I revved the engine on my bike, effectively increasing the speed as I went down the long stretch of road. I found peace as the reflecting paint whizzed by, there was freedom entwining in my locks that whipped in the wind.
My thoughts consistently found their way back to her, the woman who broke me, Harlee. The worst part was that I couldn’t even find solace in my own home anymore. Everywhere I looked in the clubhouse I saw her. I remembered either memories we made together or literally saw her standing, walking, eating, laughing, dancing… kissing. There was no escape, so I did the only thing I knew to do. I took to the road, accepting as many jobs as I could so I’d spend as little time as possible at the clubhouse.
My last job had just finished up so I stopped by to pick up a new one. I greeted everyone on my way to Demo's office and found him with Jack.
Jack fusses over me when he sees me, his guilt weighing heavily on him. I can’t really blame him though. I would have done the same thing. Harlee keeps her distance but not because she wants to. She knows the pain I harbor inside and her proximity only makes it worse. The only thing that makes me excited about returning home is Rhea. That little girl has me wrapped around her finger and I'm not ashamed to admit it.
Demo asks me if I’m ok every time I come around for a new job and every time all I can give him is a shrug. He knows better than to push it beyond that and leaves me alone. A pat on the shoulder, a handshake, an encrypted email later, and a shot of whatever is on hand, and I’m sent on my way.
That’s how I ended up in that small town a few days later with my boots sitting beside me, a cold one in my hand, and my toes in the sand, it was one heck of a sight to see.
Anger festered inside me and the only outlet I had was on the job. I rode with the Fallen Demons for a while, their reputation being far more savage than the Crimson Angels but not even that quelched the fire burning inside me.
The sun was setting as I finished up the last of my beer. I stood up and brushed off the sand when I was knocked down by a huge mass, not an easy feat but I'll chalk it down to being distracted at the time.
The mass, or man, landed on my side. I rolled and pushed him off, stood up, and was now pissed to be covered in sand again.
"What the fuck, man?" I spat.
"Sorry, I wasn't paying attention. I was in a hurry." The man nervously replied. He was running from something but I couldn't tell what.
"Get!" I roared and he scurried off.
I grabbed my boots and tried to shake off the sand but nothing could get it all off at this point. Instead, I headed to my bike so I could go to the hotel room and take a shower. However, it seemed that fate had other plans.
Three men crowded around my bike, one of them leaning on it. "Do you have a death wish?" I asked the man leaning on my bike, his cut visible in the low light from the street lamp. The Devil's Sons, a club notorious for its drug dealings, domestic abuse, murder, and even human trafficking. Demo and the rest of us would love to take them down but they have the numbers and the money.
"Bear, is it?" The man asked nonchalantly, ignoring my question.
"What do you want?"
The man stood up and held out his hand. I grabbed it and shook it. I needed to play nice, for now. "I'm Bags. The boss wants to see you. We're here to escort you safely to him."
I straddled my bike. "Lead the way." I revved the engine and pulled out after them. I didn't have much of a choice in the matter. If their president wanted to see me, then see me he would. It was either that or risk not making it home. Although, walking into the lion's den might prove to be just as bad.
After 20 minutes or so, we pull up to their clubhouse. It is much bigger and grander than ours and I'm pretty sure it used to be some rich guy's mansion. I'm led through a wide double wooden door with two large pillars on each side.
The inside of the house was just as impressive. Other than the decor, the people don't surprise me much. The place is filled with men and women wearing their cuts, club whores, alcohol, drugs, and some sex. All normal things for most clubs, what did surprise me was the women dressed in torn clothes, no shoes, and were thin as if they didn't eat enough.
Most of them were pulled or pushed around to do the bidding of the club members. Some acted as servers, others cleaned and some were having sex with whoever fancied them. I balled my fists and took a deep breath. I couldn't lose my shit in here and get myself killed. Even club whores deserved better than that.
I was led into an office decorated to impress with marvel floors, intricate wood-carved furniture, and expensive liquor in crystal glasses. Their president sat on one of the couches, smoking a cigar while two women were kissing his neck and chest.
"Bear!" He greeted excitedly. "Just the man I was hoping to see. Please, sit."
I sat down on the opposite couch, facing him. "Can I offer you a drink or perhaps a woman?" He gestured to one of the women latched onto him.
"No, thank you. I'm driving." I made an excuse. I didn't trust anything they would give me and chose to not address the latter part.
"That's smart of you. But if you wish to stay, I have plenty of room." He pressed on.
"I was told that you wanted to speak to me." I tried to move the conversation forward.
"Ah, yes. Straight to business. I need someone like you here by my side. Someone with his priorities straight."
"Is that was you wished to speak to me about?" I would never leave the Crimson Angels even if he threatened to kill me.
The president shook his head and waved his hand. His right-hand man, Trevor scowled. "No, no. I wanted to speak to you about your club. I want to make you our ally."
"We already have an ally, The Fallen Demons."
"Yes, of course. But we could offer you much, much more." The president insisted.
"I am not the president, I can't make a decision like this."
"No, but he trusts you. He will follow your counsel."
There was no harm done in promising to mention it to Demo but I knew that he would never agree to work with The Devil's Sons. "I'll think about it."
"Excellent."
"I have a job to finish, I will take my leave now." I stood up but was quickly shoved back into my seat by two large men standing behind me.
"Of course, after you've had a sample of what I can offer you." He signals to one of the men behind me who opens the door to the office, letting five women inside. "Pick one, or several." He chuckled.
"What?"
"Pick a woman or two to pleasure you." He said without the hint of amusement he had earlier.
I couldn’t force a woman to do this, let alone several, despite them being club whores. I didn't see any way out of this as I assessed the room and my situation. With a sigh, I quickly looked at the woman and decided on a pretty little blonde woman. Although she was thin, her body was still gorgeous. Her hips and hourglass figure stood out, her ample breasts looked just the right size, and her plump lips and large round blue eyes coupled with her heart-shaped face made my heart skip a beat. "Her." I pointed at her and the other women let out a sigh of relief.
"Excellent choice. She is beautiful, isn't she?" The president sent the other women out and then waited for the blonde woman to come to me. Trevor cursed but was stopped before he took a single step.
I once again balled my fists, wondering if I could make an excuse to get out of this or if I could ask for privacy and then fake fuck her. In the end, I figured a limp dick would save both of us so I thought about the worst thing I could think of, something that would never get me hard, Pretty's not-so-pretty, naked ass.
It did the trick as my member didn't stir as she walked up to me, swinging her hips seductively. Neither did it jump as she got on her knees in front of me or when she trailed her dainty finger up my thighs. I was fine as she unzipped my pants and I helped her pull down them and my underwear. What did me in was the way she looked up at me through hooded eyes, batting those lashes and extending her tongue to give me a lick.
My cock instantly hardened, her hands wrapped around it and pumping as she swirled my head inside her mouth. Those plump lips expertly worked me with wanton abandonment. I was a puddle in her hands, my cock throbbing from her expert administration.
I fisted my hands around the fabric of the couch, trying hard not to grab her head and fucking her. She was forced to do this, the least I could do is not make it painful for her.
She bobbed her head up and down, taking my entire length inside her mouth. I'm hung, I'm well aware so the tiny woman impressed me by taking all of me. One of her hands played with my balls and suddenly she pressed a spot below my sack. I instantly cumed, filling her mouth with my load. My dick pulsated with more and more of my load and she took it like a champ, not letting a single drop spill.
Once done, she swallowed and then showed me her tongue. She was even prettier now and I hated what she had just been forced to do.
"Good?" The president asked.
I tried to catch my breath so I only nodded.
"So, do we have a deal?"
"Yes... IF I can keep her." I motioned to the blonde with the mouth of an angel.
"I'll let you keep her for... hm, 8 weeks, after that I either need her back or I need a deal made." The president puffed on his cigar and excused us.
