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  He just shrugs his shoulders, he doesn’t want to side with anyone, he wants us to reconcile but he doesn’t want to get in the middle.

  Besides he’s just a kid.

  I sigh knowing I am in for another sleepless night.

  It has been horrible, basically nonexistent without her, it’s only been a few days, but it’s changed my dynamic so much. Knowing she's close and I can't touch her drives me crazy. I know what she wants but I am still fighting my own demons, but I had to find a way to make her understand that it is true...I do want her.

  CINNAMON ALLEY

  LYRIC

  Opening night! The grand re-opening of Cinnamon Alley was packed and some of the guys were here to celebrate and of course guard me at the same time. They've grown to be my big brothers and I am so glad to feel safe.

  He's not here though, Cheetah said he was going for a ride, he's been doing that a lot.

  I tend the bar and the tables since I'm the only one working, Digi volunteers to wash the dishes and Cheetah is playing security/bouncer. Knox is playing darts with some pretty blonde and Blondie is dancing with some brunette and they're getting mighty cozy.

  Jackal saddles up to the bar and smiles, "You really love this place, don't you?" I slide him over a glass of Redemption, a nine-year-old bourbon. I look around to the people enjoying their time here and smile, "It's what I always wanted it to be, no low lifes just townsfolk enjoying being out of the house."

  He tips his glass, sets down a tip and walks over to Knox and challenges him to a game of darts. It looks like they're betting a substantial amount of money.

  Out of the corner of my eye I see someone sitting on a bar stool and I turn around. I can feel my anger rise as she grins and then snaps her fingers.

  Lord, save me from snatching her up, I take a deep breath in and out.

  "So, you own the bar now, sad shame. It's probably your fault Dave is dead, that's what I heard."

  That’s probably the lie you’ve been spreading, you vindictive whore.

  "Did you come in just to cause trouble because I am not in the mood and I do have a business to run. I know you have an hourly rate I can afford but I'm just so busy."

  Trixie eyes me down. "Have you seen MY baby, Cupid? I know he's missing my pussy so much, I'm sure you don't even compare to the tricks I can pull...and I definitely miss playing with his long, thick, straight... arrow." She licks her lips as she fantasizes.

  She was trying to rile me up, hmm would I play her hand?

  "If you're looking for him, why is your cheap ass here?"

  She sneered to my comment but quickly recovered. "Well, he's been following you around like a lost little puppy, I thought I'd find him up mommy's skirt."

  I feel my jaw clench, "Well he isn't, you and your dick sucking lips can probably find him at the house, so you can go now."

  "Aww...gladly...hope we aren’t too loud upon your return, but I can’t help myself he just feels so fucking amazing." Her condescending tone and smile are nauseating as she hops off the stool.

  I got to remember to sanitize where she sat, don't want someone catching syphilis.

  She pulled down her cheap skirt and left quickly, guess I better not go home anytime soon I may toss my dinner hearing them mid-fuck. I sigh angrily as I wipe the counter with aggression.

  I hate that cum slurping gutter bitch! What I wouldn't give to shut her up, but she won, again, she got him, and I got heartbreak.

  Whatever, I'm over it.

  I say that but my eyes say different.

  CUPID

  It's eerily quiet up here, not a bird or a cricket chirp, just silence. I've been spending a lot of time up here...with her.

  "I miss you so much, the only person that has had my heart was you and now...I'm so...I don't know."

  I take a swig of Balvenie 12-year-old scotch as I place the dozen white roses in front of her and sigh. Sometimes I just need to meet with her and get the thoughts out, the ones that scare me, the ones that plague me at night, the thoughts about Lyric.

  My bike is casted in the shadow of the moonlight and so is the small lake across from her final resting place. I chose this spot because she loved the water, it was a healing mechanism for her. She always came back and was ready to grab hold of life and seek her own personal happiness, but a man always came, skewed her plan, and sent her barreling off course.

  Lyric had a lot of my mom in her and maybe that's why I run. I don't want to be the cause of her regret. She said it herself, she wanted to leave this hell hole, but she wanted to stay...because of me. And what have I got to offer? I can't even warm my frigid heart to the thought of building something with her. I pushed her away and I'll have to live with that.

  God, I'm an idiot.

  I kiss the headstone, "I love you, mom. I miss you."

  I head back into town wondering if I should stop by the bar, it's still early, so I do. I park next to my brother’s bikes, I'm glad they watched after her. The music is louder as I approach. There she was in the middle of the dance floor, but not alone. She was being spun and twirled by that lawyer jerk. He smiled wide as he watched her enjoy his hands all over her, her smile was so bright. I took a step back from the doors and headed home.

  Who was I to get in the way?

  LYRIC

  You think I wouldn’t notice a massive biker standing at the door? The very person I wanted to celebrate the grand opening with? Did he think I wouldn't notice? I had been waiting for him all night just for him to leave and I know why.

  Dillon had come by to congratulate me on the opening and asked for a dance, I thought no harm, but I was wrong because he watched and then left. That'll probably drive him right back to Trixie.

  After said dance, Dillon asked me out on a friendly date, I politely turned him down. He's not Cupid but no point in waiting, right? Still, my heart wasn’t in it.

  Luckily soon after the bar was closing on my first successful day and without a fight, I might add. I still dreaded going home, my heart couldn't bear to hear him with her, but I sucked it up because I was riding with the guys. Even though a short distance they wouldn't take no for an answer.

  We get home and the lights are off, please don't let her be there. Some of the guys head to the garage and I get off as gracefully as possible.

  I hesitate to go in, I find myself taking smaller steps to prolong the inevitable. I pray not to hear her wailing and moaning or the squeak of bed springs.

  Digi runs back to Club who was at the door and whispers something in Club’s ear. Then he turns to me, "Don't worry Lyric, he's out back on the swing alone and drinking."

  I pick up my pace about to pass Club when he stops me, "There's something you should know, today is the anniversary of his mother's death, he takes it real hard. I know you two are squabbling but take it easy on him."

  I didn't know, I would have delayed the opening of the bar had I known.

  I meander to the backyard door and let it creak loudly, so he knows someone's approaching. I see him rocking the swing a bit but no other movement. I catch the swing going forward and sit down, then our eyes meet.

  I whisper meekly. "I'm sorry about your mother. Why didn't you tell me? I would have opened another day. I would have been there for you."

  He's still staring into the darkness. "You remind me so much of her when she was my stable, loving mom and not chasing after some...man. Beautiful, independent, so much life but then one after another they snuffed her out." He takes a huge chug from the bottle. "Stop." I plead, I take the bottle and place it on the other side on the ground.

  He sighs, leaning forward while rubbing his hands together. "If I had just gone up and checked on her immediately after she stormed upstairs, I could have saved her, she'd still be alive."

  I take his hand in mine and place it on my thigh, patting it with my free hand. I look at him until he looks at me.

  "Tell me, tell me what happened."

  CHAOS & PLEASURE

  CUPID

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nbsp; I wanted to clam up and run away, no one else really knows the story, not the long version anyway.

  "If you want me to understand you have to tell me. Don't worry, we can stay out here all night. I’m not going anywhere."

  She scoots over and leans against me, laying her head on my arm because she couldn't quite reach my shoulder due to our height difference. She rubs circles between my thumb and forefinger. I close my eyes and inhale deeply; she smells like lilac and roses this time.

  I rock the swing back and forth, enjoying the slight breeze we get, and I get the nerve to begin my life’s tale.

  Before I could even utter a word, there's a loud crashing sound and screaming coming from the house.

  I never jumped up so fast and she was right behind me. I push her behind me, "If I say run, you run, you hear me?"

  She nods and then jumps again as we hear another scream.

  The house was pitch black until a light was flicked on by Cheetah, his finger on the trigger. Thank god he wasn't a ‘shoot-first-ask-questions-later’ person. When the dust settled, Digi was lying on the ground and had a gash on his head, surrounded by what used to be the remnants of a lamp. He was groaning, clutching his head, which was now bleeding. Then Trixie pops up, her hair disheveled and her clothes look to be ripped like she was manhandled. Her makeup run and lipstick smeared. She looked frantic and when she saw me, she ran up to me.

  "Oh Cupid, he tried to assault me! I was looking for you and he didn't take no for an answer! His hands were all over me trying to rip my clothes off! He was a monster! I was so scared! Where were you? I needed you, baby!"

  LYRIC

  I follow cautiously after him and I see him standing in the living room and a pair of hands barely wrapped around his waist.

  I know those tacky cheap press-on nails anywhere, but I see Knox and Club helping Digi to his feet, he was bleeding from the head.

  "Oh my god, Digi! What happened? Where's the first aid kit? Get it now!" I didn’t have time to get it myself because the cut was deep, but I don’t think it’s deep enough for him to go to the hospital. He does risk infection if not treated and bandaged promptly though.

  After tending to numerous wounds from good old Daddy Dearest, I've learned to treat multiple contusions, bruises, deep cuts, and black eyes. I was practically an in-house nurse.

  While I wait, I turn and see Trixie clinging to him and crying. He just stands there stiffly, and I know exactly what she's doing. Playing the cheap whore in distress. Sorry, damsel in distress card.

  "Oh, Cupid I was so afraid, I didn't want it! What if he had hurt me or forced himself on me? He’s a monster!" She cries into his chest.

  Suddenly he pushes her to the ground and she's startled.

  "Get off me, we all know you're lying. They just got back here not too long ago, and I was in the backyard for the last hour. Of all the people you pick to corner and accuse in your little lie, you pick the most innocent and the only one of us, besides Prez, who hasn't had a sample of your worn out snatch. Jeez, you're pathetic! Why are you here anyway? We barred you."

  She gets up and tries to come towards him, but he steps back, holding his hand up.

  "What do you mean? I needed to see you, baby. I missed you and I know you missed me, too."

  Ugh, I wanted to puke but I focused on Digi's wound. I pour peroxide on a few cotton balls to clean the wound and he hisses. He's still kind of out of it and I know he is in for one hell of a headache. Once clean, I rub an ointment and bandage his wound.

  I guess that's when she finally noticed my presence after being so enamored by him. (Gag me.)

  "What the fuck is she doing here?” Trix points to me, “Tell her to leave!"

  Ooh...someone's upset. I couldn’t help but chuckle to myself.

  I walk towards her with purpose on ruining her fucking life, "Not that it's any of your business but I live here with them and I'm not going anywhere.” She looks flabbergasted as I continue, “Ohhh I see, you thought because I wasn't running after Aleister that you could suck your way back in? You assault this poor boy and claimed he tried to attack you? He would never deal with the likes of someone like you. I barely understand why anyone would but hey, no judgement about someone who gives it away for free." I countered with my arms crossed.

  She storms up to me, "You're lying, no girl has ever lived here, except that dumpy little..."

  Before she could finish, I smacked her so hard and dared her to make one move, "Don't you dare disrespect Jackal talking ill about Miss Paige like that? How low can you be? Any self-respecting woman would never!"

  I could see all the guys were frozen solid watching our interaction.

  "You bitch!" She screams but still doesn't move but I stay ready just in case, obviously, she doesn't play fair.

  "Oh, you haven't seen the bitch in me yet but you're about to!"

  She spins around to him, producing pathetic pity tears, "She's lying isn't she, baby?! And you let her call you by your name? You bastard! You always made us call you by your club name only!"

  You could see his obvious irritation.

  "Because you're nothing but used goods. I don't know how to get it through your thick head that we are nothing, never have been and never will be. Yes, she does live here, and she stays with me because she's special to me."

  Whoa, didn't see that coming. They say the first step is admittance.

  Lyric (cont’d)

  She locks eyes with me and then at him.

  Have you ever seen a skank just lose it? You're about to...

  "You bastard! You never loved anyone! You're a cold-hearted, stubborn asshole but suddenly she waltzes in and you're in love?! That's absolute bullshit, you're not capable of loving someone all because of your screwed-up mother! You're a weak, pathetic mama's boy with a fear of commitment!"

  He clutches his fists and I step between them to keep him from doing something stupid.

  "Leave, now. Or I'll break that pretty little face of yours, you got that?" I said firmly.

  She stares me down.

  I was so focused on her that I nearly jumped when I felt his arm wrap around me and pull me towards his chest, my ass pressed against his...oh my...

  Just concentrate on being angry, Lyric, not the pulsing stiffness pressing into your backside. I want nothing more than to feel it as he rams into me deeply, over and over and... oh god.

  Trixie eyes his arm around me, then us together, as I try my best not to topple over the orgasmic wave I’m riding. She looks around at everyone watching our interaction and hisses.

  "This isn't over...not by a long shot. I'll have the last laugh, I promise you. Count your days, bitch."

  "Whatever you say...leave, NOW." I yelled back. You’re fucking with my orgasm, you raggedy bitch.

  She continues to glare at me before turning and leaving.

  Everyone looks at me wide-eyed in shock.

  "Whoa! This kitten's got claws! Nice..." Cheetah slaps me five and chuckles. I remove myself slowly from Aleister’s grasp to continue to look after Digi, but it doesn’t stop the throbbing sensation between my legs from my almost orgasm.

  "Hey sunshine, how are you feeling?"

  He winces but tries to produce a smile to stop my worrying. "Go on up, take some aspirin, and get some rest but sit propped up and the guys will check on you periodically, okay?" He nods as Jackal takes his arm, "Come on kiddo, you'll stay in my room where I can keep an eye on you."

  Club dad reporting for duty.

  They help him to his feet and up the stairs. I sigh, running my fingers through my hair as I look at the chaos on the floor.

  I exhaled hard, "What a night." I say to no one in particular.

  I turn around and he's right behind me. All six feet of solid, delicious, tattooed muscle and he's eyeing me. His seductive gaze said it all. His scent wafted from his body heat. I swear his cologne makes my mouth water.

  Before I could inhale, his lips were on mine, hungrily...greedily.

  I sho
uld be mad, but my body is tingling in all the right places now. He pulls me upstairs and into his room. Not that I could fight him as he threw me over his shoulder and smacked my ass before gently squeezing and rubbing it. He slams the door behind us, then pins me against it. Holding my hands above my head as his lips graze my neck. He bites down and sucks on my weak spot just past my ear and I moan partly from pain and pleasure.

  That’s going to leave a hickey.

  He releases my hands to peel off everything I have on. Soon, I stand there in my naked glory and he growls, "Oh baby...fuck...stay right there."

  He walks into the bathroom and I hear the shower start and he comes out shirtless. His body is perfection and I just want to lick every inch of it.

  You know what, I AM going to lick every inch of it...