Forsaken Control (Oathkeepers MC) Page 8

  Twist is now in the next spot to move up and fuck knows if he could deal with it. I’m surprised he’s still alive with all the risks he likes to take. Motherfucker is pretty twisted up inside.

  “Umm, excuse me,” Avery interrupts politely, and we all quiet, turning to her, surprised, “So are we still having the BBQ today?”

  “Well shug’, do you feel up to it?”

  “Yes, we got a ton of food, and I’d like to cook it. Ares, Cain, and 2 Piece deserve to celebrate their new patches, don’t y’all agree?”

  Prez nods, a little taken back at her speaking up for the brothers getting patches. She just keeps fitting more and more into the club. Maybe it’s good she’s around London a lot. She’ll teach Avery what all is expected and she’ll fit perfectly amongst us. “Yep, they sure the fuck do, sugar. You got it; we can party tonight after everyone gets their shit straight.”

  She smiles brightly, her face gaining some color back, and you’d never guess her life was practically threatened earlier. Avery is quickly evolving into a ride-or-die chick, and that shit makes me want her even more. God, she’s fucking beautiful. I wish I could have her; hell, I wish I could have her and 2 Piece both.

  Church gets dismissed shortly after and I’m left questioning more than before. Why the fuck did Prez get antsy about hearing that the guy was talking about our club’s new VP? I know we’re close, but normally he would just roll with it; instead, he wants me to stay cooped up at the club? Something just doesn’t feel right, and I’m going to have to dig a little deeper.

  Pretty much everyone is on their phones when we hit the bar. 2 Piece storms off toward his room, and both girls head to the kitchen. I’m guessing they plan to start prepping the food for tonight. I really don’t know what the fuck to do. This is a first. I’m usually busy taking care of something and making sure the guys are all checking in.

  I feel virtually useless without having any tasks to complete or leading a search, and it angers me. My blood starts to boil, thinking about that asshat who threatened Avery and then threatened the club. I want to hurt anyone who dares to try any of it. Those thoughts soon evolve over to 2 Piece and him rolling his fucking eyes at me. And in the middle of fucking church of all places. It keeps replaying in my mind like a song I can’t shake, feeding into my craving to teach him a lesson.

  I crack my knuckles and then my neck; I’ve had enough of his fucking attitude lately. Heading down the hallway towards his and Avery’s room, I open the door straight away, ‘cause fuck knocking at this point; I have shit to say, and he’s gonna listen.

  We’ve been in this fucked up type of relationship or whatever you want to call it since last month. I’ve wanted them both from the very start, and it’s been a fuckin’ year since Avery started popping in for visits with 2 Piece.

  Lily’s ears perk up when she sees me enter; she jumps up off her fluffy, tan dog bed to great me with puppy kisses. “Easy girl,” I mumble. I scratch her soft belly for a few moments as she rolls on her back on the carpet.

  I hear the shower going, so I know he must be in there. His clothes are scattered everywhere, even though the rest of his room is immaculate. 2 Piece is a huge neat freak, almost to the point of OCD with some shit.

  My stomach twirls inside, picturing him in the shower, completely naked. I’m fucking sick and tired of not having him. It’s time I show him I run this fuckin’ show. Peeling my clothes off and throwing them in the chair, I vibrate with need, excited to see his sexy tattooed body again.

  Once I’m ready, I take a deep breath and make my way to the small bathroom. Opening the cheap contractor grade door, a burst of steam escapes around me, instantly warming my flesh. I can make out his muscular outline through the foggy shower enclosure.

  After a moment, his body stiffens, probably noticing the rush of cool air. I take the first step, waiting for him to say something. When he remains silent, I move a few more steps, opening the shower door. It creaks loudly and he turns, facing me, eyes widening in alarm. His body is soapy, covered in white suds from the plain bar he holds in one of his hands. The clean smell surrounds me, and I can’t help but to get even further turned on.

  “Ares? ‘Sup, brother?”

  I witness his sapphire eyes scan over my naked flesh from head to toe, finally meeting my dark gaze, his expression brimming with many questions.

  Good, I’m glad I caught him off guard. “I can’t control it any longer.” Licking my lips, I clench my hands into fists. “I’ve tried to stomp it down, I’ve attempted to put it off. No more. You’re fuckin’ mine 2 and I’m all outta’ waitin’ for your ass.” Gritting sternly, I step into the shower stall with him.

  He shifts over a step, as my large body eats up most of the room. “What are you doing?” Mumbling, he rubs his hand over the muscles on his stomach, drawing attention to his semi-hard cock.

  “You know what I’m doing,” I retort softly. “You know inside what it is that I want. You crave it, too. I can see it written all over your face each time I’m around you.” I graze his scruffy jaw, and he turns away from my touch.

  “No, Ares, its fuckin’ wrong.” Shaking his head, he attempts to make excuses. “I don’t know what it is I want when we’re around each other; my thoughts are scattered. I either feel like I hate you or I want you or it just confuses the fuck outta me.” Glancing at me, he skirts over my body again, and then turns to stare out of the shower glass. “I can’t even believe you’re in here. What if Avery comes in here? Then what?”

  “Don’t worry about Avery; I’ll take care of it.”

  “No, I’m not fucking up the one good thing in my life.”

  “2?”

  “Huh?” He turns back to me, meeting my gaze.

  “I ain’t fuckin’ askin’ you shit.”

  He huffs and I do exactly what I came here to do. I take control. I bear it all on me, because he needs to be able to let go and blame his feelings and actions on me. I tower over him, taking notice of his stiff cock. He wants me just as fuckin’ much as I want him.

  Quickly, I twist him so his back is facing me. I brace my arm across his chest like a clamp, making him unable to move his arms. If he really wanted out he could kick me or flail, but he just jerks a few times until I take his dick in my other hand. Pumping it from tip to base a few times, he stiffens up.

  “What?” He stutters out surprised. “No Ares, we can’t do this.”

  I keep going, driving on and after a moment his shoulders drop and his head falls forward, taking in the pleasure. He can try to fight it, but his body screams that he wants it. He just needs a little push; he needs to realize it does feel as good as he imagines it would.

  Murmuring against his neck, I coax it out of him, “You want this. I know, because I want it. God, I want it so bad, 2 Piece.”

  “I can’t want it,” he gasps, as I continue to stroke him.

  “I’m not giving you any choice this time; I want you too badly. You can try and fight it, but your body doesn’t lie.”

  “My body doesn’t know what it wants.”

  Releasing his cock, I use the pump bottle beside me, filling my hand with Avery’s conditioner. Once I have enough, I reach below, using it as lubrication for his tight entrance.

  I work a few fingers into him, pumping, as his chest rises and falls quickly.

  “The fuck it doesn’t. You push your ass into my hand because you want me to take it. You can fight it, but like it or not, you’re already mine.”

  “Fuck, why does it have to feel so good?” he croons out on a small moan.

  “Because it’s with me.”

  Removing my fingers, I line the head of my cock to his entrance. Slowly, I work the tip of myself into him, but have to pull out due to the resistance. I absolutely love the fact that he’s all mine this way. Using a little more conditioner, I push myself into him enough so I can thrust my dick in deeply. He groans low, trying to quiet himself through the pain.

  “This is going to hurt you more than it
does me right now. I’m going to fuck you like I’ve wanted to. Later it will get easier. Through the pain you will find pleasure, and I’ll make sure you cum.”

  I push into him fully again and he gasps, fists clenching in pain. He groans, and I plunge my way into him for a fourth time, finally releasing his arms after a moment.

  “Lean forward and brace yourself against the wall.”

  “This is wrong,” he weakly croaks as I grip his hips. He’s opened up enough now that I can powerfully drive into him.

  “Ah, fuck!” he lets out loudly, and I reach around and grab his cock again.

  With each strong, amazing drive into his tightness, I pump his stiff cock at the same time.

  “I told you 2 Piece, I’m fuckin’ done. No more pussy footin’ around. I want you both; you and Avery, even more so than what we’ve been doin’.”

  He grunts, moaning through my deep drive into him, and then gasps, “Fuck! God that hurts so bad, but feels so fuckin’ good.” Reaching down, he wraps his hand over mine, holding it as I stroke him. “What will Avery think if she sees us like this?” he asks brokenly.

  “She’ll love it,” I whisper against the shell of his ear. “She wants it just as badly as we do; she fuckin’ has too, because I can’t not be able to have you.” I lean over him, thrusting in and kiss up his back. His dick starts to throb in my hand, and it pushes me on toward the brink.

  “Oh you like that, huh? You like my tongue on you? I can’t wait to have it all over this fucking body,” I mutter.

  He raises from his bent over stance, standing up, his back snuggly against my chest, as I tenderly kiss and suck on his neck as I continue pumping into him. 2 Piece reaches back, gripping tightly onto one of my thick thighs. To feel his large, strong grip on my skin makes me erupt like a goddamn geyser.

  “Fuuuuck,” I call in a deep, low moan against his neck as I clamp my eyes shut. “I’m coming. You feel so fucking tight, so fucking hot.”

  As my words spill out in ecstasy, 2 Piece follows, spurting his warm, thick cum all over my hand and groaning. I finish with my release, lightly kissing his shoulder and take a step back.

  He turns finally and faces me with a look of guilt on his face.

  “Stop it, don’t fuckin’ ruin perfection,” I grumble. I take his cheek in my large palm, and I do what I’ve been aching to do each time I catch him close to me.

  I lean in and take his lips, thrusting my tongue into his mouth. I kiss him thoroughly, and he doesn’t fight me for control. Instead, he gives in and takes everything I give him. Besides Avery, it’s the best fucking kiss I’ve ever had in my life. I could probably come just from kissing him long enough.

  I finally pull away, and he gazes at me almost in awe. I know he had to feel how perfect that was. I bend toward him again and kiss him chastely before I step out of the shower, leaving him speechless. That couldn’t have been any more perfect for me; he felt like pure bliss. I’m pretty sure he’s convinced that it’s not just a thing anymore, that he’s meant to be with not only Avery, but with me, too.

  Drying off with the small, light blue towel, my body’s thoroughly satisfied for the moment. I’m about to leave the bathroom when he finally speaks up, breaking the silence.

  “We have to talk about this. I won’t keep this from her,” he grumbles, his arms braced against the glass door as he peers through it at me.

  “Good, I would never expect you to. Oh and, 2 Piece? You let her know I’m coming for her next.

  ONE WEEK LATER…

  Well we still haven’t found that fuck head that upset the girls at the grocery store, but the club got its first note dropped off in the middle of the night. Scratch found it tied to the gate this morning when he went out to sit in his little post. We always have someone monitoring the gate and who comes and goes into the compound. You never know when you may piss off the wrong person or when the cops might decide to pay us a little visit.

  Ares stares at the note again, looking at it like it’s written in fucking Chinese or some shit. “So what the fuck are we doin’?” I question, ready to demand a plan of action. He always takes his time with shit, being the smart one about these kinds of things, but I want it squashed now, before it gets even more serious.

  The Prez has been gone a lot this week for fuck knows why, so the burden of it all has fallen to Ares’ shoulders. I bet he’s pretty stressed the fuck out, having all these new responsibilities thrown on him suddenly.

  Our relationship is kind of strange right now. It’s kind of screwy, him essentially being my boss during club business, but yet we’re fucking. I cringe a little as I think of it. I can’t believe this has even happened. Not just once, but it happened again today before I had planned to get out of bed.

  We need to stop this until Avery is completely on board with it. But, at the same time, I want him any chance I get. I’ve always been the more dominant one, not taking any shit from people, but with him in control, I’ll admit it’s sexy as fuck. I still won’t take no lip from anyone or anything, but if he wants to control me a little when we’re alone, it gets my fucking dick hard seein’ him like that.

  This morning, Avery was asleep and he followed me in to the bathroom. He actually slept over from last night. Normally he doesn’t stay, but I think he wants to give us that part of himself now; maybe he just wasn’t ready before. I couldn’t believe she hadn’t heard us. He took me pretty roughly against the sink, the wall and cabinet creaking and groaning each time he slammed home. He felt so fuckin’ amazin’. When we were finished, Avery was still sleeping. Her gorgeous auburn hair spread out over the pillow, with her hands tucked between her knees.

  I haven’t gotten up the nerve to say anything to her about it yet. What if she really isn’t okay with wanting more than what we already have? Our whole relationship so far has been over being free and not tied down to any real serious shit. The most we’ve committed to each other is getting a pup and stayin’ together here at the clubhouse, but it’s come to the point where I want it all. Fuck, I have no clue what to even say at this point. All I know is I love her with every breath that I take; but now, I have all of these strong confusing feelings for Ares filling my head. I want everything, but I want it with both of them.

  I don’t know if I can say I’m really in love with Ares yet. The feelings for him are so different than what I feel for Avery. I feel this crazy need to protect her and cherish her. With Ares, I feel safe when I’m around him; I’ve been around him for years and trust him completely, even if I don’t always act like it. He’s smart and can take care of things, even more so now that he’s the VP for the club, too.

  I know he cares about Avery and me both, but does he love her like I do? Could he possibly love her the same way, so we can continue this…whatever this is? I couldn’t handle it if he didn’t have the same fierce need inside of him to protect her like I do, or the insatiable thoughts of having her all of the time.

  She has the best pussy I’ve ever had in my life; but, at the same time, she has the sweetest fucking heart you could imagine. I’m ready to take the next step with her, and I fuckin’ hope she’s at that stage, too.

  I started out with this whole threesome thing to bring Avery extra pleasure. The sharing never bothered me, because I know she loves me completely. I can’t always give her everything she dreams of sexually, and Ares makes up for what I don’t do. Is that how it’s supposed to be? Is that why we all work so well together? Fuck, I have to tell her about this. I feel like scum, not being up front with her. I love her so much, and I know my heart will literally break if she’s not okay with this.

  Ares sits forward, drawing me out of my thoughts of Avery, resting his big, tattooed hands, full of silver chunky rings on the table close to mine. “I’m going to call the Prez and see what he thinks about this bullshit.”

  “What did the note even say?” I bite the inside of my cheek, curious.

  “Some warped stupid shit about how the club has buried past VPs and to check
our closets for skeletons, whatever the fuck that’s supposed to mean.” He shrugs.

  “Buried VPs?” I repeat, squinting at him, puzzled.

  “Yeah, I don’t fuckin’ know, brother. Your guess is as good as mine. The last VP was in an accident right around the time Prez got his patch, but I’m sure you’re already aware of that. Anyhow, since then we haven’t even discussed a new VP. Hell, I always believed it would be Smiles getting that spot if it ever came to it. Now, I get patched and this shit starts up. Fucked up bullshit drama is what it is.”

  “I just want to keep Avery safe this time; she’s been hurt too many times already. I haven’t let her leave the compound without me, and Cain’s doin’ the same with London. I have Sadie on lockdown unless it’s for a doctor’s trip and even then, myself or fuckin’ Twist has to go. I hate it that she goes with him, but I know that crazy fucker will protect her ass and go off on anyone like a goddam rabid dog.”

  “Good, let’s keep it that way. I don’t want anything happening to any of you,” Ares grumbles and taps his knuckles with mine easily. I leave my hand beside his, getting more comfortable with him being close.

  “Hey boys, what are you two gabbing on about?” Pulling my hands back and resting them in my lap, Avery joins us at the table, sliding into the seat next to me.

  I grunt and Ares replies with a grin, “Boys? Baby, I ain’t no boy—all man right here.” He winks at her and she returns it with her own mischief-filled grin. They’ve had a flirty, easygoing banter between them since they first met and there was a misunderstanding. Avery flipped out, thinking I was passing her off to Ares, not realizing we were both there to pleasure her together. Thankfully, they worked through it and became closer afterward.

  Wrapping my arm around her, I tuck her small body close into my embrace in the booth. God, I fuckin’ love her so much. With her and Ares both, life could be practically perfect. I don’t know how long Ares is in this for or even if Avery will still love me after I confess to her what I want, but fuck, if they both stick around, my life would be completely full. Smiling down at her, I press a kiss on top of her head. Her hair always smells flowery and good. I love it that she’s a girly girl; always busy paintin’ her nails bright colors and shit. Crazy chick even painted Lily’s nails when the poor pup was sleeping.