Inhaling the deepest breath in the universe, my chest expands to the max. I blow it out slowly before I harness my voice in a way that keeps me from losing my shit, but still gets the point across. “That word needs to be washed from your vocabulary, woman. Lose it. No more of this okay bullshit. We are his parents. I’ll text when I can while I’m gone. You will see me when I get home from the run.” I speak deliberately, emphasizing each word.

  Fixing her purple hair, Kit opens her mouth, and I know what sass this fuckin’ female is about to spew before it even comes out.

  “Don’t do it. Don’t you do it. Don’t say that damn word. Say, I’ll see you soon.”

  “Sure. Fine. I’ll see you soon.”

  My nostrils flare in a heady blend of agitation and lust. “Woman, you’re infuriating.”

  “I’m sorry. I’m not meaning to be.”

  Like hell she’s not.

  “Get over here.” I wave her closer.

  The hottie doesn’t budge.

  Fuck it.

  I hop off the tailgate with the swing of my legs and go to her, but I don’t stop there. I do what needs to be done to get my intentions across. In the past week, my club was attacked, and I became a father. Kit handed me the best gift anyone has ever given me without even knowing it. To show her just how grateful I am, I grip the back of her neck and drag her closer. Our fronts meet, tits to abs, and I bend to take her mouth in a hard, knee-buckling kiss. She squeaks in surprise as her fingers grasp at the sides of my shirt.

  Greedy for more, I claim a handful of that sexy ass and make her feel what she’s doin’ to me as I plunder that wicked mouth. And she lets me. Every bit of Kit submits to what I want. How I want it… Goddamn, if that doesn’t make me wanna bend her over my tailgate and screw her ‘til she can’t walk straight. But I won’t. She’s better than that, and we’ve got our own bullshit to deal with… for now.

  Instead, I’m content to inhale her sweetness and lose myself in her even sweeter taste. My cock throbs in time with my heartbeat as her tongue dances with mine.

  Sucking her bottom lip into my mouth, Kit emits a needy little sound as my fingers dig into her jean-clad flesh. A growl rumbles in my chest, traveling up my throat, low and hungry. Losing myself in all that is her, my mind goes hazy, and the dirty, depraved fragments I reserve for those who can handle the darkness of my soul slip through the cracks.

  Before I realize what I’ve done, Kit’s back is flat on the bed of my truck, and I’m grinding between her legs, fucking her with our clothes on.

  Her nails bite my shoulder blades through the cotton of my shirt, spurring the monster on. And he attacks as he always does, ripping through my tight-leashed control, swallowing the goodness only to leave behind the bad. This is what happens when I ride high on emotions for too long with no real outlet. This is what I get for depriving myself.

  I grip a handful of soft, purple hair and yank her head back, exposing a milky strip of neck.

  “Gunz!” she moans.

  I freeze, my name still fresh on her lips.

  Blink…

  I look down and see what I’ve done. What I’ve allowed myself to do. What I’ve done to her, here.

  What the fuck’s wrong with me?

  Easing my grip on Kit’s hair, I pry her legs off me and sit back on my knees. She watches in stunned silence as a cold sweat breaks over my skin.

  “I’m sorry. I’m so fuckin’ sorry,” I croak, watching her sit up and adjust her shirt, then comb both hands through her disheveled hair.

  Those lips, the ones I want more of, are swollen and red. I did that.

  The sick part of me revels in the filth and wants to split them open with my dick and force her to choke on it. To gag her ‘til her eyes water and she begs for me to stop. Only I wouldn’t, ’cause she wouldn’t really want that. In my dreams, she’d want more. To swallow a mouthful of my cum. To lick it clean from my shaft.

  Christ, I gotta go.

  Shaking my head to clear the depraved thoughts before I follow through with them, I climb down off my truck.

  Wordlessly, Kit does the same, and I help, not wanting her to fall. I brush away what little debris her shirt collected from the bed of my truck. It’s purely platonic. Not at all aimed to check out her ass for a second time or touch it as I remove the invisible dirt from denim.

  “Gunz.” Kit sweeps her fingers over the back of my forearm, and I jerk away like she’s on fire. And because I’m a total fucking asshole, I do one better and shove my hands into my front pockets to keep them to myself as the words sorry, sorry, sorry, tumble in my head like clothes in a dryer.

  Jaw locked tight, I squeeze my eyes closed in shame.

  I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.

  “Gunz?” My name’s a mere whisper on her lips.

  I’m sorry.

  Images of my childhood flood forth… of them. The women. The old housewives crying for more. Begging me to finish inside them. Telling me how much they loved me.

  I fucked them how I fuck Niki. I treated them like I just treated Kit. With dominance and debauchery.

  She’s better than that.

  Hell, I’m better than that.

  Needing to get away before I lose her and Adam forever, I do the only thing I can think to do. I kiss Kit’s cheek in goodbye and leave her standing in the parking lot as I climb into my truck and peel out.

  I grip my steering wheel and crank the music up as I force myself to face forward and not look back.

  It takes every ounce of strength to leave.

  Every. Fucking. Piece.

  But I do it.

  For Kit.

  For Adam.

  For the uncertain future.

  For my heart.

  ’Cause I think, for the first time in my life, the damn thing’s breaking.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  GUNZ

  Still keyed up by how I left things with Kit, I blindly throw whatever clothes into my duffle bag that sits on the floor beside my clubhouse bed. I gotta pack. I gotta get shit straight. No more thinking of her. She’s gotta be the furthest from my mind for what I gotta do… what we gotta do as a club.

  What if she hates me after this?

  What if goin’ on this run ruins the friendship we’re building?

  Dammit, I can’t think about that. I shouldn’t even care. Everything happens however it’s gonna happen. If Kit doesn’t wanna look at me after I molested her in the bed of my truck, then I deserve what I get. It’s my fault I crossed the line. My fault I put my lips on hers. My fault I got hard and continue to do so whenever I think of her. That shit’s on me.

  Kicking the bag, I curse the thing for no reason other than the need to release on something.

  I’m unraveling. I can feel it, muscles tight, mind racing, stomach churning… and it scares me. Not for my sake, but everyone else’s. I’m the sane brother. The levelheaded one. On the run, they’ll look to me for guidance and trust. If I can’t lock down my emotions by the time we ride out, we’re as good as dead.

  Music blares from the common room, filtering through the back halls.

  Mouthing the lyrics, I plug my phone in on the nightstand to charge. If I had it in me, I’d go home tonight and spend time with Janie and Dom. Maybe I’d seek out Bink and Leech for family time. Maybe I’d tell ‘em all about my visit with Adam today. I’m exhausted. Too exhausted for any of that. They’ll ask questions I don’t wanna answer. I’d rather be left alone. We ride out in two days. Got plenty of time to say goodbye beforehand.

  Toeing off my boots, I lay my cut on the nightstand and sigh.

  I need sleep.

  Hours of sleep. Days. Maybe a fuckin’ month.

  Out of nowhere, a sweet, floral scent suffuses my room. I draw in a deep lungful of air, knowing the familiar perfume well. Arms wrap around me from behind. Hands splay across my stomach. Tired of thinking… of… feeling… I grip her dainty wrist and glide her hand down the front of my pants.

  Taking the hint, the sexy bitch strokes my budding erection to full mast. To give her more room to work, I unbuckle my belt, unbutton, unzip, and drop trou, jeans and all, straight down to my feet, where I kick them off. Breasts grate against my back, hot breath puffing through the fabric of my t-shirt. Wanting skin on skin, I tear the cotton over my head and drop it with the rest of my clothes.

  Wetness blooms up the exposed curve of my spine as she licks a stripe of flesh to the base of my skull, her hand never ceasing to stroke. I relish it and am beyond thankful for the distraction.

  Precum beads on the tip of my cock and drips in a thin, translucent stream to the floor, landing between my spread feet.

  Staring at the spot, my mouth begins to water. I lick my lips, then moan without consequence when she grips me harder, nails raking my shaft, forcing sparks of pleasured pain straight to my heavy balls. Without shame, or thought, or any of that horseshit, I let go and free-fall into lust, into desire, into the dense, inky fuckery I try so hard to fight.

  I’m weak.

  Raw.

  Torn up inside.

  I have no fight left.

  There’s a moment, a mere blip of time, I pause to allow myself to experience disgrace for what I’m about to do. To be disgusted. Then I throw the unwanted emotions in the trash and take what I want, do what I want, and ignore the moral sting of fucked-up choices.

  Pealing Niki’s hand from my shaft, I turn and lift her into my arms. Those sexy legs wrap around my waist as I carry her to my bed and lay her on the mattress. I don’t bother with niceties when I strip her leggings and tank off, leaving her bare to me, perky tits for the taking… and that’s exactly what I do. Take.

  Giving zero fucks, I tear open the condom I find in my nightstand, roll it down my cock, throw her legs over my shoulders, and pound her cunt, not caring if she’s prepped or not.

  Nails rake angry stripes down my back, that I’ll wear as a souvenir for the weeks to come.

  Every nuance of the outside world fades into nothingness as I succumb to my baser needs. To the hunger. Moans and groans soaked in raw sex play backdrop to the throbbing in my chest, in my cock. Nothing compares to the power, to the hedonism, to the need to consume. I bite Niki’s neck, leaving a lasting mark as I wreck her pussy. Sweat drips off my bald head onto her face. Ecstasy rachets up my spine.

  Tearing into Niki’s bare shoulder like a savage, my eyes roll into the back of my skull.

  A rough hand clasps my shoulder.

  Words are spoken, yet I don’t bother to listen.

  Throwing Niki further up the bed, my dick falls free from her cunt as I turn to grab the bottle of lube and a handful of condoms from my drawer.

  Viper’s already undressed when he catches what I’m offering midair.

  We exchange nods and closed-mouth smiles before I crawl into the middle of my mattress, toss Niki over my lap, her legs straddling my hips, and fill her full of cock in one powerful thrust. Her tits bounce as I seize those slender hips and force her to take whatever I wanna feed that slippery hole.

  Joinin’ the party, Viper scoots my legs together and pushes Niki forward to take her ass. Like a well-oiled machine, I spread her cheeks wide for him as she sucks at my neck, mewling like a crazed nympho, ready to be double stuffed by her two favorite bikers.

  Viper glides two of my fingers toward Niki’s ass to penetrate her lubed pucker, to get it nice and stretched for his grand entrance. I take little care in hooking my digits inside to pry her orifice apart.

  “Fuck yeah,” he hisses. “Open that bitch.”

  And I do. I open the whore with three fingers. The fourth leaves her writhing, her cunt greedily clenching my shaft. ’Cause the twisted fuck inside me gets off on it, I massage my shaft through the thin skin separating ass from pussy.

  Niki loves it.

  She always loves it.

  Ready to enter the kingdom, Viper knocks his cock against my hand. Knowing what he loves as much as her, I draw Niki’s hole upward with four fingers to gape that beauty, and he slams in, sharing the space with me.

  “Fuck yeah.” My brother groans and seizes my wrist, to use me as a makeshift dildo. In and out, he fucks himself into our favorite whore alongside my four fingers. If I gave a damn, his cock touchin’ me in any way would send me spinnin’. Thing is, I’ve fucked countless bitches with friends of mine, or Bonez. Sometimes swords innocently cross. Sometimes you gotta do what ya gotta do to feed your kinks. Viper wants Niki gaping. Hell, I want her gaping, too. Club whores are here to fulfill whatever depravity we can dream up. ’Cause there ain’t no way any of us would ever consider doin’ a fifth of our debauchery with someone we give two-shits about. Even I’ve got standards.

  Good thing our bad girl Niki is always ready for anything we wanna give her.

  “Call Kai,” I tell Viper as Niki loses her mind in DP pleasure.

  He slams deep and stops. Brushing Niki’s hair outta my way, we make eye contact over her shoulder. “Kai? You want me to bring Kai in?” A pierced brow arches in question as Viper spanks our whore’s ass with heavy-handed blows. The sound’s music to my ears. Her wiggling on my cock between each smack is even better.

  “You want another dick, sweetheart?” I ask.

  Niki nods frantically and babbles a string of unintelligible words into the crook of my neck.

  Just as I thought.

  “See, she wants more. Maybe give her mouth somethin’ to do for a while.”

  Viper turns her pale skin the perfect shade of red. “I’m not sharin’ her ass,” he growls.

  No shit. He’s a greedy bastard about that ass. It’s his favorite hole to claim.

  “Nobody said you gotta share, fucker. Just call him. He’s probably readin’ some VP For Dummies book in his office.”

  Viper snickers yet does as he’s told. Climbing off the bed, he discards the condom in the trash before handling the call. Givin’ my morals the middle finger and Viper a friendly screw you, I withdraw my fingers from Niki’s ass and wrap her long brown hair around my fist. Don’t worry, I’m not a complete douche. Knowin’ she’s too strung out to ride me herself, I sit her straight up on my dick and fuck her from below for a bit. Viper watches from his spot beside the open bedroom door, strokin’ his shaft as he talks in hushed tones to our VP. When I know he’s payin’ attention, I slip out of her pink and into Viper’s preferred hole.

  Niki’s eyelids flutter as she takes me to the hilt, her jaw slack.

  “You like me in your ass, sweetheart?” I palm her tit and give it a hard squeeze. Her hole clamps around my rod.

  “Y-yes.”

  “Gunz,” Viper growls in warning from the doorway where he now stands beside our blond, fully dressed VP.

  “What… the… Gunz?” Kai’s eyes widen at the scene spread before him.

  “Welcome, Kai. Why don’t you come take Niki for a test drive?” I wave him over.

  “I don’t—”

  Viper clasps our neighborhood beach boy on the shoulder. “Just put your dick in her mouth, brother.”

  “Guys, I—”

  “Ask him, Niki. Ask Kai for his dick. You know you want it.” To spur the blissed-out whore along, I massage her clit with my thumb, and she shoots off like a rocket. If the nice guy in me was awake and well, he’d let her enjoy her orgasm in peace. Thing is, I’m not that man anymore. I keep on rubbing that tender nub as I force the sexy bitch to take my cock up her ass. I’m not gentle, nor am I nice, as I force her to come a second time. Viper, done watching from the sidelines, straps up, straddles my legs again, pushes Niki forward, and penetrates her ass alongside my dick. It’s a tight fit, but damn does it feel fuckin’ good.

  A stream of cool lube pours down both our shafts as Viper forces her off us long enough to get prepped for the brutal onslaught. She’ll be lucky if she can walk straight tomorrow.

  My cock bucks against Viper’s at the thought of her trying to sit down and having to stand. Of her legs shaking like Jell-O with every step, ’cause we dicked her out to the max. Of her jaw aching from the abuse.

  Fuck.

  Yeah.

  Laying her head on my shoulder, facing outward, Niki waves Kai closer. The man does as he’s told, and fumbles to undo his pants before feeding his half-hard shaft to my favorite whore.

  Niki moans loudly as Kai fills her throat.

  Combing fingers through his long hair, our VP expels a shaky, uncertain breath before fulfilling his lifelong duty of wrecking Niki’s mouth. It’s a hard job, but someone’s gotta do it. Might as well be him. She’ll love it, and so will he. If we’re gonna accomplish anything in this club with him as VP, we gotta bond, right? What’s a better way to do that than share a whore?

  From below, I keep Niki’s head bobbing sideways on our VP’s dick as Viper takes control of how our cocks get serviced. He angles her hips and guides them in time with his thrusts. It’s glorious. The scent of sex hanging like heavy rain clouds in the air. Niki’s garbled groans. Three club brothers takin’ care of our needs.

  Closing my eyes, I succumb to my darkness and let the unfettered pleasure wash me away. It’s heady and addictive. Cocaine to my cock.

  “Fuck,” I grate when Viper releases my rod from the confines of Niki, unrolls my used condom, and replaces it with a fresh one before reuniting me with her wet cunt. All I do is lay here and enjoy. It’s freeing—a slice of heaven drenched in hell.

  The sex flows on and on… all of us desperate to hold our nut longer and make her scream a little louder.

  Kai takes control of Niki’s head and fucks her face with zero restraint.

  She screams, and she screams, garbled and broken. Her heart races against my chest, sweat cementing us together as we take more from her willing body.

  Viper is the first to pull out, rip off his rubber, and shoot his seed across her back.

  I’m next.

  Heels digging into the mattress, my body bows off the bed as I convulse in ecstasy, filling the condom.

  Niki swallows Kai’s offering last.