Claiming the Knights (6 page)

             
“I am going to go get what's mine, and throw that stupid little fuck outta the club for good,” he said, as he took the keys, and headed down the hall.

              “Hey baby, you gonna do whatever I want, right?” Jason was saying to her, as soon as he turned the dead bolt on the door. “You musta done somethin' fucked up for him to give me a go at ya.”

             
Jewl just stood there. If she resisted, he would go get Drifter and that is what she wanted. Maybe she could talk to him if he came into the room. Or, he was gonna beat the shit out of her. He said he would never hit her, so she was hoping that was true.

             
“Now get on your knees and suck, bitch,” Jason said to her, as he undid his jeans.

             
She just stood there.

             
“You don't want me to get Drifter do you? Now get on your knees, bitch.”

             
She just stood there.

             
Jason headed for the door, when the lock turned from the other side, and the door opened.

             
“She won't do what I tell her,” Jason said, in a tattle tale whine.

             
“That's because she is mine, you stupid little fuck. Now get your shit, and get the fuck outta my club house. You are no longer welcome here,” Drifter said, opening the door wide, and pushing him hard into the hall.

             
“What the fuck....” Jason said, as the door slammed behind him.

             
“So, now you know what it's like to be treated like a club whore. So what's it gonna be, Hun?” Drifter said to her, as he pinched her chin, and forced her to look at him.

             
Jewl was still sobbing. “I don't want you to ever treat me like that again,” she said, trying to look away from him.

             
“Well bitch, I don't want you to ever treat me like that again. You just tore my heart out, and stomped on it. It took everything I had, not to snap your fuckin' neck back there.” He decided to stop there, feeling like he was saying too much.

             
“I love you,” she whispered. She knew she had already said it, but he was too mad to hear it. “I belong to you, and I love you.”

             
And just like that, he was back. He had taught her a valuable lesson, and was sure she was going to run for the hills, and yet here she was. I love you. Really? He had just treated her like dirt, like a fuckin' whore. She had just let another man fuck her, and yet it was all swept under the rug. This was one fucked up deal, but it was their fucked up deal. Two fucked up people, loving each other, through all the fuck ups.

             
Without hesitation, he picked her up, and threw her over his shoulder. As he entered the hall, there was Anne, house mom, keepin' an ear out for any wrong doings. She had been the only one crazy, stupid, and brave enough, to stand in the hall.

             
If it had been anyone else, Drifter would have put them in their place. With Anne, he winked at her as he walked by, with his ol' lady over his shoulder, headin' for his room. He tossed her the keys.

             
“Good boy, Drifter,” Anne said, and walked past them to the main room.

             
Anne text Scooter, and told him that the shit had calmed down. He didn't bother texting back.

              Drifter flung her onto the bed. He undid his pants leaving them on. “Show me how much you love me, Jewl.”

             
She removed him from his pants. Sitting on the bed in front of him, she took him into her mouth, and worked him with everything she had. Sucking, licking, and twirling her tongue up and down his cock. One hand was working him, and the other massaging his balls. He was humming and moaning as he took the sides of her head, and fucked her mouth hard.

             
“Ahh yeah, Hun, you really do love me.” He continued to have his way with her mouth until he came. He came so hard, he almost lost his balance. He had to continue to hold her head between his hands to keep from going over. She took all of it, every drop. “Good girl.”

             
He pulled out of her mouth, and then nodded towards the bathroom. “Go wash that asshole off of you, so I can take back what is mine. I will be at the bar. You come and get me when you are done.” He zipped up his pants, and started towards the door, and then stopped.

             
“Jewl,” he said to her, as she started to close the bathroom door behind her, “I love you too.” He walked out, and shut the door.

             
Jewl was on cloud nine. He had just taken her back, after all that. He just told her he loved her. She was never ever going to let another man within ten feet of her. She was his. She took special care to clean herself up. She knew how fucked up this seemed. She was more than ok with it all though. She finished up, and couldn't wait to go out in front of all those men, and let him know that she was ready for him. She entered the room with a towel on, went to his dresser, and pulled out some boxers and a t- shirt.

              Drifter was at the bar alone. The rest of the brothers and prospects, minus one, were keeping their distance. Anne was right there with him, keeping him company while he waited. He heard the door shut down the hall, and she appeared. Hair wet, wearing one of his club shirts and his boxers.

             
“Good girl,” he said to her, smiling. He patted the seat next to him, and she climbed up on the stool.  “Anne, give my girl a shot, she needs one.”

             
Jewl took her shot, and he took her back to his room, with all the brothers watching. Yep, he claimed her in front of his brothers, it was official.

             
As soon as they got into the room, he took her in his arms. “You ever do that to me again, it will be the end. You will be dead to me. You get me, Hun? I can't take ever seeing that again.”

             
She nodded. He grabbed her chin hard. “Say it Jewl, fuckin' say it.”

             
“I love you, Drifter. I will never, ever do that to you again,” she said, looking into his eyes. “I am yours, only yours.”

             
“I'm movin' my shit into your house. You are gonna wear my ol' lady cut. We are gonna do this,” he said, tightening his hold on her.

             
“Nothing would make me happier,” she said to him. She was the happiest woman alive at that moment.

             
She buried her face in his chest, smelling his leather, and him. This was the safest place to be. She realized in that moment, she had let Dave the salesmen, into her bed to see what would happen. She didn't like being alone, but she also knew that occasionally, Drifter would do a drive by on her house, even if he couldn't stop. She knew deep down that she would get caught and it would either make them or break them.

             
He took her in every way possible that night. She didn't have to use the safe word once. He had made it clear that she wasn't allowed to. But she never felt she needed to. What could possibly go wrong now?

Chapter 3

              Scooter slipped back into bed next to Nikki, pulling her to him, and wrapping her up in his arms.

             
“What was that all about?” she mumbled, half asleep, but realizing he had gotten up to take a call or text. Just one of the perks of bein' an ol' lady, club shit, day and night.

             
“Drifter and Jewl, havin' some drama at the clubhouse. Anne thought it might go too far, but she just let me know that it was good,” he told her, kissing her on the head.

             
“What happened?” She rolled her head, to look at his face.

             
“Hell, I don't know Sunshine. All I know is I get to stay here with you, so here I am. Now go back to sleep, before I get too horny.” He ground his erection into her ass.

             
“I like it when you get horny.” She jutted her ass towards him, grinding back.

             
Before she could turn to kiss him, he had her pajama pants down, and was pushing into her. He took her slowly. She continued to push back into him, at every thrust. Taking matters into her own hands, she worked herself into an orgasm, as he continued his rhythm. As she went over the edge, he pumped faster and faster, so they could come together. Throwing the covers off of her, he watched in the glow of the night light, as she played with herself. They both came together.

             
“Good God damn. You are one hot woman, Sunshine.” He kissed her, rolled over, and was out cold.

             
She smiled. Even though he was doing the typical man thing with her, now that he had her as his ol' lady, it was all worth it. She scooted to him, threw a leg over his, and in his sleep he cuddled her into the crook of his arm. All was right with the world. Or so she thought.

              First thing Sunday morning, there was a text from Drifter.

Drifter: Need to have a sit down with ya pres

              Assuming this was about the shit with Jewl, he text back.

Pres: Can't this shit wait till tomorrow? Got shit planned with Nik

Drifter: Can't wait.

Pres: Be at the club in a few.

Drifter: Meet me at Jewls

              “God damn it! That fucker better not try to get me in the middle him and his bitch,” Scooter said aloud.

             
Nikki put a cup of coffee in front of him at the table, as he pushed his boots on his feet.

             
“What's up babe? We have plans today, remember?” she said, hoping that club business wouldn't take over. Today was the day that she and the boys were going to reveal his new bike to him.

             
“Not sure. Drifter wants to meet me at Jewls. Wants to tell me somethin'. I am just hopin' he isn't gonna drag me into the shit with the two of them.” He took a long sip of his coffee.

             
“Well, just let me know, when you know, babe.” She kissed him, and headed down the hall to wake up the girls.

              Scooter and Nikki pull up across the street from Jewl's house. The last time he was at this house, he was rescuing Nikki and the girls, along with Jewl, from that asshole Sam. Thank God Sam wouldn't be bugging any of them again. So far, there was no backlash from any of it. Scooter had been waiting for Sam's parents to sniff around, but it hadn't happened. It seemed a bit off, but he was too busy recovering, and dealing with the club and Meagan to think too much about it.

             
He notices Drifter's bike, and Jewl's car in the driveway.

             
“You wait here, Sunshine. I'll text you if I’m gonna be long and you can come back and get me.” He gives her a quick kiss, and limps to the front door.

              Jewl hears the car door and looks out the window. The yellow and black Camaro was parked across the street and Scooter was almost to the front door. Before he could knock, she opened it, and let him in.

             
“Why don't you go out and sit with Nik, Jewl,” Drifter told her. Without a word, she smiled at him, and headed out the front door.

             
The door shut and Scooter looked at Drifter, standing in the living room. “Wow, you got her under control.”

             
Drifter waved him into the kitchen, to sit at the table. “Yeah, I don't think she will be an issue anymore.” Jewl had done some messed up shit. She had leaked some info to Joe, about Meagan's whereabouts during the kidnapping. It had all worked out for the best, but the bitch needed to know better.

             
Scooter nodded at the door that was obviously fucked up. “What happened there?”

             
“Had to let myself in last night,” Drifter said, shaking his head. “That's my business though. I didn't hit her and she is getting a cut as soon as it's ready. That's all I'm gonna say about that.”

             
Scooter looked at him curiously. “Well… what the fuck then? I thought for sure you were gonna ask my advice on your bitch problems.”

             
“Nope, what I gotta tell you is all club business.” Drifter put his forearms on the table, as if to brace himself for what he was about to unleash.