Authors: Sam Crescent
Cover Artist: Sour Cherry Designs
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Chaos Bleeds, 3
Copyright © 2014
Curse took a long drag on his cigarette as he watched the spritely blonde bounce on his cock. She wasn’t a bad fuck
, but he really wasn’t into it. He couldn’t remember her name, and he really didn’t care. The woman groaned, pushing up and down on his cock. Her ribs were showing, and he’d watched her snort some coke before coming up to the room with him. The guys were all coming down from the rush after going to visit The Skulls in Fort Wills. Ripper had stayed behind with Judi, and Devil took his woman and two kids. It wasn’t the same travelling on his bike while his President rode in a fucking station wagon. Curse didn’t like it, and it wasn’t right with him.
“Oh, I love your cock. It’s so big and hits the right spot.”
Rolling his eyes, he blew out a ring. His cock wasn’t getting bigger. Losing interest in the woman, he slapped her on the ass. “Get off.”
“What? Why? I want to fuck you, Curse. Do you want me to suck you off?”
“Get out. I’m not in the mood.” He sat up, peeling the condom off and throwing it across the room to land in the trash can.
“Wait, what? I want to fuck you. Ashley is busy with Pussy
, and you’ve never fucked me.”
“You’re giving me a fucking headache. Ashley can do whatever the hell she wants. She’s part of the club
; you’re not. Get the fuck out before this becomes the last night you stay in the club.” He glared at her until she finally left him alone shutting the door to his room behind her. Sitting on his bed, he stared at the floor thinking about a certain dark-haired waitress who refused to have anything to do with him.
For the past couple of weeks he’d been trying to get her to go out for a ride on his bike
, but she wasn’t having any of it. No matter what he suggested, dinner, a movie, a picnic, she turned him down. Admittedly, she turned him down gently, but she still turned him down. Ashley had warned him she was a hard nut to crack. Mia Brown wouldn’t simply give up or give in. She didn’t have any other lovers waiting around for her. What he found out about Mia came from Ashley, but neither woman was very forthcoming.
Docking out his cigarette he ran fingers through his
hair before he pulled his jeans back on. It was the middle of summer, and he left the clubhouse without a shirt. The whole place had erupted in the partying mood. He passed many of the sweet-butts in different states of undress. Pussy had Ashley completely naked and was bouncing her on his cock for plenty of the other members to see.
Death was getting his cock sucked by another. His brothers were either watching or participating
, and the women were lapping up the attention. Leaving the clubhouse, Curse straddled his bike, turned over the engine and started out of the compound. There was somewhere else he wanted to be, and Mia would just be about to close up the diner.
Parking his bike, he folded his arms and waited for her to appear. The closed sign was placed on the door
, and all the lights were turned off. No one was near the diner, and the town of Piston County was deathly quiet.
Ten minutes later he spotted Mia leaving the diner with a grey haired older woman talking about the customers they’d gotten that day. He stared at Mia hoping to see
some sign of happiness on her face. She turned toward the road, and she was still frowning. From the way her lips were moving she was making calculations. Over the past couple of months he’d noticed she was always doing some kind of sum inside her head.
’d asked Ashley about it. Mia was always calculating the cost of her mother’s medical care to make sure she could afford the expense. Every cent she earned went toward the best care possible for her sick mother.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, dear, take care.” The older woman left her alone.
Mia placed her bag over her head and started to head in the opposite direction. She hadn’t even noticed him.
“Hey,” he said, calling out to her.
She turned, her gaze searching the darkness. “Who’s there?”
Climbing off his bike, he stepped closer to her. “It’s me.”
“Where’s Ashley? She said there was a party tonight.”
“There is a party. She’s with Pussy
, and I’m here.” He reached out to tuck some hair behind her ear. She tensed up but didn’t pull away.
“Ashley is probably having loads of fun.” Mia’s blue eyes were wide as she looked at him. What was it about this woman that he couldn’
t get her out of his mind? She was a beauty, that was for sure, but he’d never had a woman who consumed his thoughts like this. Ashley wasn’t his woman, and she fucked every man at the clubhouse. He wasn’t jealous of her, but the thought of anyone screwing this woman in front of him made him want to murder any man who touched her.
“I bet she is.” He stepped closer, invading her space. She gasped out, staring up at him with wide eyes.
Cupping her cheek, he stroked her lip feeling the softness of her skin against his palm. Her curves drove him crazy. Every time he saw her all he wanted to do was grab her, hold onto her, and never let go. He also wanted to fuck her and see if her pussy was as tight as he imagined it would be.
“What are you doing?”
“What I want.” Mia wasn’t pushing him away or demanding that he leave her alone. She stood perfectly still, eyes on his face as he pressed his thumb inside her mouth. Closing her lips, she shook her head. “You’re going to make me work for this pussy, aren’t you, baby?”
“I’m not going to make you work for anything.” She made to take a step back. He caught her ass, holding her in place.
She filled his hand perfectly. Squeezing the ripe flesh, he groaned.
“Fuck, you feel so fucking good.”
“Let go of me. Do you have to be so crass?” Mia wasn’t pushing him away, but she wasn’t embracing him either.
His cock tightened at the feel of her body next to his.
“No. I’m not letting you go. As for the other, this is who I am, baby. Get used to it.” Curse stroked the curve of her ass then moved on to the other cheek. He loved the feel of her filling his hands.
do you want?” she asked.
Staring into her eyes Curse thought about what he wanted. The only answer he could come up with was her. He wanted Mia
, and he didn’t care what he had to do to get her.
“I want you.”
“I’m not for sale. You can’t just request me with the hope of getting me in your bed.” She frowned as she answered.
“All women have a price. How much money do you need?” he asked. He’d be willing to pay whatever it was to get her.
“Money? You seriously think I’ll sleep with you for money?”
“Sleeping is not on my mind. Sex, hard, rough, and hot is what I’ve got in mind. I’m willing to pay anything to get you
.” Sinking his fingers into her hair, he inhaled her floral smell. He didn’t know what she smelled of, only that it drew him in and was utterly addictive.
“I don’t have time for this. I need to get home to take care of my mother.” She finally put her hands on his chest and pushed. He took a step back, reluctantly releasing her body. Curse knew all about her mother and the cancer she was fighting. Breast cancer was an awful thing
, and Mia’s mother had lost both of her breasts and undergone an intense treatment of chemotherapy. The cancer was gone, but at the moment she was always sick and the doctors were prescribing a lot of medication, all of which cost money. Mia was spending money on her mother, and she didn’t even know if it would keep her alive for longer.
The money they would have had if her father hadn’t
run away with his younger secretary. Still, her mother was a darling. He visited her once with Ashley when Mia was busy working at the diner. From what he learned she was always working and never having any fun. She came to one of the parties the club held but never stayed too long to mingle.
Her mother wanted her to go out and have fun
, but Mia wouldn’t have any of it. She took a step away from him, stopped and turned to glare at him. “I’m not a whore. I don’t go screwing men for money.”
“I wouldn’t call you a whore, just desperate for money.”
“I can take care of myself. Stop bugging me. Nothing is going to come of it.”
Stepping closer, he sank his fingers into her hair pushing
out the clips that she’d bound her hair with. He cupped her hip with his other hand. Claiming her lips, he moaned as she cried out. Slamming his tongue deep into her mouth, he deepened the kiss, holding her tight.
His cock threatened to split his jeans
, he was that hard. She started to push him away, fighting him. Curse refused to let her go. In a matter of moments she stopped fighting him. Her hands gripped his shoulders before moving up to wind around his neck.
Not moving, he drew her closer to him. His cock pressed to her stomach, making his need known to her.
Mia needed to stop. This man before her was deadly. He’d take over everything she ever knew and consume her body. Every time he came around, he made sure for her to know his intention
s. Now he was offering money for her to sleep with him. What hurt the most was the temptation of earning more money. She hated it. Working at the diner and cleaning houses whenever she got the chance, she still struggled to make ends meet. Her mother’s prescriptions, medical bills, and living expenses were making it impossible for her to keep up with expenses. If she was ever poorly and needed time off work then she’d be screwed. Her life was all about living on the edge of surviving. Ashley tried to help her out, but Mia couldn’t accept any money without working for it.
Curse’s tongue met hers
, and she was lost. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, and his entire ink covered chest was on display. His arms were so thick that as he held her, she felt delicate in comparison.
His cock pressed against her stomach. The waitress uniform she wore didn’t hold much protection against his searching
“Are you wet for me, baby?”
Sinful words that she knew she couldn’t fall for. Biting her lip, she shook her head. “No.”
“You’re lying to me. I don’t like being lied to.”
He walked her back until she was pressed against the brick wall. Most of the town was nervous around the Chaos Bleeds crew whereas they didn’t bother her. They were part of the town like the drugs and prostitutes were. Since her father abandoned them, she’d learned not to care what other people felt. The Chaos Bleeds crew was not dangerous unless women wanted to stay virgins. She was used to men giving her the once over then moving onto Ashley. Her friend loved men and the attention she got whereas Mia always liked her own space.
Having a boyfriend
had never appealed to her as they wanted time, time she couldn’t afford.
“I’m not lying to you.”
“Yes, you are. Let’s see, shall we?”
She never expected him to find out. The waitress uniform came down to her knees. The hand on her hip slid under her uniform. He skimmed her inner thigh with his fingers.
“What the hell are you doing?”
“I’m going to see if you’re lying to me. I hate being lied to.”
His palm cupped her pussy, and he cursed. “And you’ve been lying to me.”
Tell him to stop. Shout at him, curse
, and get him away.
He moved her panties aside and ran a finger through her slit. The instant he stroked across her clit, she was lost.
Gripping his arm, she closed her eyes at the sudden onslaught of sensation.
“You’re dripping wet for me, Mia. What should I do to you?” he asked.
“Please.” It had been so long since she’d been touched intimately. The last man she’d had sex with was a guy at college. He’d been shocked by her lack of commitment. She didn’t want a lifetime commitment, only sex.
“Do you need to come?”
“Yes.” There was no point in arguing. Curse had made sure to get what he wanted.
Opening her eyes, she looked over his shoulder. No one was there to see what was happening. She didn’t care what people
thought. What she hated was for others to see her need. She was used to being the woman who didn’t need a man or want a man. There was only so much she could get with her own hand.
Two fingers slid across her clit then down to fuck inside her pussy.
“You’re not a virgin, are you?”
“Ashley seems to be under the assumption that you are.”
“I didn’t fuck anyone in high school. I waited until college.”
“Any man in sight?”
She cried out as he pinched her clit. “We shouldn’t be doing this,” she said.
“I don’t care what we shouldn’t be doing or should. You’re going to come against my fingers and stop complaining.”
Mia opened her mouth ready to argue, but he took her mouth stopping her from talking.