She took off after smiling. As I was coming up to the doorway, I saw the sneer Mera directed at me before she went out to the main area, which they called the common room. Whatever. I wasn’t looking to be her friend. Entering it, I saw over a dozen women in the room, including the original four. I looked for my brother. Not seeing him, I went over to Cobra.

  “Where is River?”

  “He went to hang out with Drax and Knife at my place. They’ll make sure he’s good. Pres told me you didn’t want him exposed to what was to come, so I sent him off while you were in the kitchen. I told him he’d see you in the morning.”

  “Are you going to make fun of me for shielding him?” I asked.

  “Nope. He’s a good kid, and he has plenty of time to learn about this, though I don’t believe there’s much he has to learn. He’s smart.”

  “He is, and you’re right.”

  “Are you staying, or do I need to grab one of the prospects and get them to stay outside my place? Or you could hang with them, and your brother,” Tyrant asked from behind me. I swung around to face him.

  “You’re not getting rid of me that easily, Tyrant. What’s the matter? Afraid I’ll see you in a compromising position or have something to blackmail you with later?” I joked. It just came out of my mouth.

  “I’m not worried. Let’s get this party started!” Tyrant shouted. There were cheers, and then the music was cranked up.

  For the next half hour, I watched the whole group drink more. The women danced and did their best to entice the men. I had a couple of drinks, but not enough to be drunk. I was sitting with Tyrant. A few women from town had approached him, but he waved them off before they got close.

  “So, what do you think of this group of degenerates?” he asked.

  “I won’t deny it. I’m still trying to figure you guys out. However, if you think I believe you’re a degenerate due to the life you live, I’m not that naïve. Some men wear suits worth thousands of dollars, live in fancy houses, and drive expensive cars, yet they can be far worse. They’re the monsters you truly should fear. They hide in plain sight. Your leather vests don’t automatically make you animals.”

  “They’re called cuts or our colors, not vests. If you’re gonna hang with outlaw bikers, you need to get the terminology right. And you’re right about those kinds of men. Who have you met that’s like that? Is that who you’re hiding from?” he slipped in there casually.

  I’d gotten comfortable and forgot to guard my tongue. I went rigid. I was about to deny it, but Mera’s approach stopped me. She marched over to us, wearing a determined look. Tyrant raised his hand and waved her off. She ignored him and kept coming until she stood in front of him.

  “We’re talking. Leave us,” he ordered.

  “What’s the deal here, Tyrant?” she asked after casting her eyes sideways at me.

  “Deal? What do you mean?” he asked.

  “You take her and her brother in. You’ve got her living with you. She’s with you most of the time. No one can tell us when they’re leaving. Now, you stick to the corner with her. Everyone who has tried to get with you tonight has been turned away. You said she wasn’t to be another slut. If that’s the case, you shouldn’t say no to this,” she said a second before she dropped to her knees in front of him. It placed her between his legs.

  Her one hand rested on his knee while the other reached for his zipper. My response was immediate and automatic. I leaned over and grabbed her hand before it touched his zipper. I squeezed it hard enough to get her attention and to hurt.

  “What the fuck do you think you’re doing, bitch?” she shrieked in outrage.

  “What does it look like? I’m keeping you from touching a man who hasn’t invited you to touch him unless I’m wrong. Do you want her, Tyrant?” I asked him. He studied me for a few moments, then shook his head.

  “No, I don’t want her.”

  “You fucking bitch! You come in here acting like you’re better than us. You stay in his house while the rest of us work. You sashay in here in that dress, acting like you’re something special, but you’re not. He might be fucking you at the moment, but he’ll soon get tired of you and be back to us. And when he does, I’ll remind him why he asks for me the most. I know how he loves his cock sucked and how he prefers to fuck.”

  Her words hurt for some stupid reason, but I refused to let it show. “Maybe he’s tired of the way you suck and fuck,” I snipped back.

  Mera let out a frustrated shriek. That was the only word for it, and then she was lunging toward me. I heard Tyrant bark at her to stop. I raised my leg, planted my foot on her chest, and pushed hard. She tumbled back on her ass. I let go of her hand before she took me with her. Not staying in a vulnerable position, I stood and waited for her next move. Mera swore and then came to her feet.

  “I’ll beat that face of yours in,” she snarled.

  Tyrant got between us, but he wasn’t the only one who intervened. Howler, Brutus, and Cobra were surrounding her. Howler snagged her arms and brought them behind her back. That move only infuriated her more. She was struggling like mad to get away while she screamed vile names at me. “Whore! Bitch! Fucking cunt! You need to leave!”

  “ENOUGH!” Tyrant bellowed.

  The room quieted down, and we were the focus of all eyes. I was slightly embarrassed that my automatic response to her attempt to touch Tyrant led to this display. However, I didn’t need him to protect me. I did what I did and would take whatever Mera threw at me. Tyrant’s fury was evident in his tone. I fought not to shy away. He had a hold of my arm, even though he stood in front of me, to prevent Mera from hitting me. His grip wasn’t overly tight.

  Mera stopped struggling hard, but her dislike was apparent whenever she looked at me. “Tyrant, I’m sorry, but she doesn’t belong here. Make her and her brother leave. Let’s get back to normal,” she pleaded.

  I wanted to leave, so why did I feel let down at the prospect of him telling me to get lost because of this? It was true. We were causing extra work and inconvenience, and their regular routines were messed up. I tugged on my arm, causing Tyrant to glance at me.

  “Let go. I’m clearly in the way here. I’ll go back to the house. I’ll go hang out with River,” I told him. My enjoyment of the evening fled.

  “You’re not going anywhere,” he said softly to me, and then he was back to gazing at Mera. He scanned the room.

  “I’m the president of this club. My rule, along with that of my fellow officers, is gospel here. While we consider what our other brothers want, directing this club ultimately rests with us, and then with me. At no time does a cumslut tell us what to do, or who we can and can’t have here. You need to get used to the fact that Lakelyn and her brother are here and will be here for a while. Why they are isn’t your fucking concern. If you don’t like it, you know where the door is. And if one of us tells you no or to go away, we mean it. You’d do well to remember that, Mera.”

  Tyrant was busy as he talked, surveying the common room. He didn’t see the craftiness that flashed up on Mera’s face, but it was swiftly replaced with a beseeching one. She was a devious bitch. I felt that to my bones. She would manipulate and do anything she could to get her way. And I’d made her my enemy just for existing and stopping her from touching Tyrant. Why did I keep landing myself in situations?

  Tears streamed down her cheeks by the time he was back to her. “I’m sorry, Tyrant. You’re right. It is your decision. I don’t want to leave. I love it here. I’ll behave. Please, don’t make me leave. I miss spending time with you, and it upsets me. It won’t happen again.”

  I had to prevent myself from rolling my eyes at her insincerity. The men seemed to be buying it. They were probably blinded by her tits falling out of her top and most of her ass doing the same thing from her shorts.

  “It better not, or you’re through,” Tyrant threatened.

  Howler and Brutus let go of Mera. She stood there a few moments, then nodded before turning away. She didn’t leave but went to the room’s far side. The others slowly dispersed. The music was turned back up. I tried to free my arm again.

  “Stop it. We’re going back and sitting down. You’re not letting her chase you off,” he growled as he led me back to where we had been.

  I waited until we were seated before I responded to his remark. “I wasn’t letting her run me off, but she does have a point. We’re disrupting your routine and causing your people to work more. There’s no reason for it. River and I should leave. It’ll take a while to work our way south. We need to get started.”

  “No.”

  “What do you mean, no? Tyrant, you can’t keep us here forever. We’ve done nothing wrong,” I objected.

  “It means no. And I didn’t say you did anything wrong.”

  “Then why won’t you let us leave?”

  “Because whatever or whoever you’re running from isn’t going to disappear. They’ll eventually catch up to you. I want to know the truth.”

  “So it’s all idle curiosity,” I said.

  “No, it’s called instinct. My gut tells me that I need to know. You’re both in danger, and I have a part to play.”

  I was left speechless. I wasn’t sure what his or his club’s part was in our mess. But I didn’t see how he or his club had any part to play in fixing my disarrayed life.

  Tyrant:

  Lakelyn had been quiet since the confrontation with Mera, and my answer to why she and River couldn’t leave. I’d spoken the truth. I couldn’t explain why they needed to stay with us. My warning system only said they did.

  As I watched the things happening around us, I recalled her reaction when Mera dropped to her knees and went for my zipper. I was about to slap Mera’s hands away and tell her to fucking back off when Lakelyn got a hold of her. Having her do that had been a massive turn-on for me. Another woman doing it, even though I hadn’t wanted the blow job, would’ve been told to mind her business. With Lakelyn, I didn’t care. It made me think about how she’d be with her man. That led to thoughts of what kind of man she’d end up with.

  I knew a rough, uncivilized biker with issues wasn’t her dream man. But I had to admit it made me feel what her man could expect to feel. She was protective. No one would mess with her man or family, while she sat back and let it happen. Lakelyn would stand toe-to-toe with them, which made me wonder why she and River ran. It had to be something horrible to have her back down.

  Things were becoming X-rated. The women were removing their clothes and not only dancing to entice the men, but more than a few were engaging in all kinds of sexual behavior. Some were giving blow jobs. Others were giving hand jobs, while some had moved to full-blown sex. And it wasn’t always one guy with one woman. Double-teaming was happening.

  I snuck a peek at Lakelyn to see how she was handling the live porno rolling out in front of her. Her cheeks were pink, but she wasn’t hiding her eyes, and her increased breathing made me think she was affected by it. The fact that she was turned on by the show made my cock lengthen. The sight of those naked bodies and sexual acts wasn’t stimulating me. It was her, along with me, trying to imagine what she was feeling and what her body would look like, lying out on the pool table or on my bed. Christ Almighty, I had to get a grip, or I’d do something I shouldn’t. I’d try to get her into my bed when we returned to the house.

  Charmer came sauntering over, shirtless. He’d taken it off earlier when he was getting a blow job. He was a muscular guy, like most of us, with some tattoos. He and I differed because his entire torso wasn’t covered in them. And the skin he showed was blemish-free. I never cared about what anyone thought of my body. If they didn’t like it, tough shit. However, I wondered if Lakelyn appreciated his look more than mine.

  “Lakelyn, come up here and dance. I haven’t had a chance to charm you out of your panties yet,” he said, grinning. Then he added, “Pres has been monopolizing you.”

  I let my warning growl loose. My guys knew what it meant. His smile dimmed. Before he could leave, she responded to him.

  “Charmer, I have no doubt you’re a lady killer. I saw how it got you what you wanted, not half an hour ago. Surely, you don’t need me to stroke your ego. Besides, I’d hate to have another woman ready to pull my hair out tonight. Plenty of them are eyeing me right this second as if they’d love to do it. So, as much as it pains us both, I have to pass.”

  His smile increased. “Damn, that is the nicest blow-off ever. You’re too damn sweet, Lake. Maybe one day, I’ll get you to dance with me. Have a good one,” he told her. Then he gave me a chin lift and walked off.

  A loud whistle grabbed my attention. It was Howler. I checked the clock. It was time. I stood up and reached down to grasp her hand. She came to her feet but was puzzled by why I had taken her hand.

  “Everyone, outside. It’s time,” Howler hollered.

  There were excited whoops and chatter as the whole bunch walked to the door to follow him outside.

  “What’s going on?” Lakelyn asked.

  “You’ll see. Come on, it won’t hurt,” I taunted her.

  She went with me outside. I took her to stand off to one side, then brought her to stand in front of me so I could rest my hands on her shoulders. Our bodies were close. Her scent and the heat of her body touched me. If I dragged her back a few scant inches, she’d be plastered to me and would feel the erection I was sporting. It was almost impossible to resist doing it.

  The first firework lit up the sky. She jumped at the sound and then laughed. The night sky became a light show from there, and we all enjoyed its beauty. I savored every second of it with her. It was the best Memorial Day I could recall, and I hadn’t done much of anything other than spend it with her.

  ☙☙☙

  It was three o’clock in the morning. We’d been back to the house from the party for an hour. Lakelyn had excused herself as soon as we returned to go to bed. She was yawning. She told me it had been a great party and she had enjoyed herself.

  Since then, I’d been trying to get my mind to rest so I could fall asleep. I took a shower and now lie here tossing and turning. My mind wouldn’t stop thinking of her. I was back to envisioning her naked and spread out for me to feast on. I knew I should stop, but I didn’t want to. And in the privacy of my bedroom, naked, I could indulge.

  I shoved the sheet away. Reaching into the nightstand drawer, I brought out a tube of lube. I coated my hand and palmed my hard, aching cock. I was engorged and hurting so badly with the need to come.

  Closing my eyes, I pictured her here with me, lying on the bed. Her tits were stacked. Even though she had lost weight, they were more than enough to fill my hands. Her nipples were a sweet pale pink, like her lips. I cupped them. Then I kneaded one as I sucked the nipple on the other tit into my mouth. I bit down to test if she liked pain or not.

  Since it was my fantasy, she did. Her moan told me that. I tugged on it, holding the nub with my teeth. Her hands were buried in my hair, pulling me closer and encouraging me to continue. It didn’t take me long to progress from laving those tits with love and attention to moving down her body to her pussy. That was my goal. I needed to know what she looked, smelled, and tasted like.

  As I dropped further into my daydream, or night dream, whatever you called it, I worked my cock faster. My grip on it tightened. I used the other hand to fondle my balls and tug on them, making my excitement increase. In my vision, I had gotten her off with my mouth and was ready for the main event. Holding her legs wide, I watched as my cock sank into her pussy. She was so incredibly wet and snug that I knew I wouldn’t last long. Once fully inside, I set a punishing pace that had her crying out and me racing to explode.

  I was ready in real life when I reached that point in the vision. My orgasm in the dream realm coincided with mine in the real world. I groaned long and deep as I shot my cum all over my stomach. I didn’t stop stroking until I was depleted and relaxed. I had to lie there and get my body under control before I could think of washing off the mess. As I did, I wondered how I could stand it. Would I be able to have her in my house for God knows how long and not seduce her? Did I want to prevent it?

  By the time I got up, cleaned myself, and came back to bed, I still had no answer. I drifted for a while before I finally went under.

  Tyrant: Chapter 8

  It had been over three weeks since the shoot-out with Arturo and his men. We’d made the supply run to pick up the product on the Tuesday after the holiday weekend. And on that Thursday, the product was flown out as planned. Both of those went off without a hitch. We’d been extra careful and alert, expecting we might be hit at either one. It was always a possibility we were wary of and took steps to prevent, but after Arturo, it was doubly so.

  Crypto was still trying to determine whether the Jacquot family had anything to do with Arturo and his men trying to wipe us out. He hadn’t found any indication of it, yet we all thought it was possible, so he kept searching. Crypto hated it when he couldn’t get answers right away. Sure, I’d love immediate answers, but I’d rather he take his time than we make a drastic mistake.

  Hugo Jacquot contacted me twice since my call the night after the fiasco. He kept asking if I’d heard anything about anyone talking about Arturo and his crew. Hugo said he’d heard rumblings questioning where they went. The consensus was they were dead, but no one knew what had happened to them to end up that way. Of course, this was all passed along in code. I played dumb and didn’t admit to doing anything. I claimed I had no clue where they went after blowing off the deal with us. Both times, he’d inquired if we were ready for another shipment of car parts. I put him off with the excuse that we had encountered a manpower issue. He wasn’t happy, but he accepted it and left me alone.

  Or he had left me alone until a moment ago when my cell phone rang. I saw his name on the screen, so I took my time answering it. I was in the garage office today. The door was shut, so there was no worry about anyone listening. We had our offices soundproofed.

  “Tyrant here,” I said in my usual gruff voice.