Dark Menace MC: Stone (22 page)

As I made my way down the hall I couldn’t
help but notice Stone’s regular booth was occupied by a biker. The
closer I got, I was able to see that there were other bikers
sitting there, too. Their gazes latched on to me as I neared the
table, they mumbled to each other, and something about their smiles
told me whatever was said was about me.

I’d made up my mind to just walk past, but
the one sitting on the edge of the booth snagged my attention.
“Hey, beautiful.”

I paused, smiling, my gaze moving around the
table at each man. As I’d approached the booth there had been one
back turned to me, but now the man met my eyes. I shouldn’t have
been surprised that Stone would be there, it was his booth, but I
was still taken aback. I ignored the way his gaze swept over me,
and barely acknowledged that his reaction revealed that he liked
what he saw, turning to the man who was still grasping my wrist.
“Can I get you something, handsome?”

He
was
handsome, too. About my age, he
was dressed in leather biker gear, tattoos everywhere, and with a
mop of blonde hair. His blue eyes were mesmerizing, his smile even
more so. The grasp on my wrist was gentle. I didn’t recognize him,
but that really wasn’t unusual, a lot of bikers from other clubs
came into the bar.

“You available?”

It took me a second to realize that he was
serious, but instead of losing my smile I purposely made it bigger,
knowing that Stone was watching. “That depends on what you want.
Light laughter filtered among his friends. I didn’t dare look at
Stone.

“Baby, the second you walked around that
corner, looking all soft and sexy in those ‘fuck me now’ heels I
got a hard-on.”

I forced a husky laugh, knowing that I was
playing with fire, but I couldn’t care less. “So, you’d like to
bend me over this table and fuck me good?”

The men sitting with him hooped and hollered.
I finally chanced a glance at Stone and found his expression looked
as if it were carved in granite. The glare in his eyes and the way
that he held himself revealed that he was ready to act if I went
too far. Inside I relished his reaction, because it proved that he
wasn’t immune to me. He might hate me, but he still wanted me. That
fact turned me on.

Handsome biker raised his brows at my
comment, but before he could say anything I added, “Sorry,
handsome. I belong to Max. He’s the only one who’ll be pounding his
cock inside my wet cunt.” I cringed at the crudeness of my words. I
wasn’t used to talking dirty like they were, but I’d wanted to
plant that visual in Stone’s head. “If you’d like a drink or
something to eat, I can help you with that.”

“Bring us a fuckin’ bottle of bourbon and
some glasses,” Stone snarled. “And send for Rita. Tell her to get
her ass over here.”

Oh shit!
The second I turned my smile
disappeared. I’d gone too far. Stone was going to make me eat my
words by playing with Rita right there in front of me. I knew I
couldn’t handle that.
Fuck!
My intentions of making him
jealous had backfired. I’d planted a visual of me and Max fucking
in his head, and now he was going to give me the real thing with
Rita. When would I ever learn to keep my mouth shut?

Ty met me at the bar. “You’re playing with
fire, honey.”

“What gave it away?” I snapped back.

He gently placed his hand over mine. “The
tears in your eyes.”

I pulled my hand away. “Stone wants a bottle
of bourbon and some glasses.” As Ty moved to get them I used the
time to calm myself down. He brought back a tray with the items and
put it on the bar in front of me. “Do you know where Rita is? He
wants her.”

“She’s off tonight.”

“Well, I’m guessing he doesn’t care.”

Ty shrugged. “I’ll call down to the girl’s
apartment and see if she’s around.”

I didn’t care. I turned with the tray and
walked with my head held high back to Stone’s booth. They seemed to
be in deep conversation when I reached them. Without speaking, I
set the bourbon and five glasses on the table. I could feel Stone’s
gaze on me, but I refused to look at him. Picking up the tray, I
was anxious to get away from there.

“Pour for us, babe.”

What the fuck?
I wanted to pour the
whole bottle over his head, but knew that I wouldn’t, and I
couldn’t refuse his order. I spun back around and reached for the
bourbon. It didn’t take me long to fill the glasses, and when I
began to hand them out I started with Handsome Biker. Each man
mumbled thanks, and then I got to Stone. I didn’t want to get close
to him, so I leaned from where I was and placed the glass in front
of him.

His eyes were on me, I could feel their heat,
and from my position I knew that he was getting a good view of my
cleavage. Heat crawled up my neck and into my cheeks, and I bit my
lower lip. The man knew how to get under my skin. Our gazes finally
connected and I was determined not to look away first.

“Hey, Prez, you eye-fucking my candy?” Max
came up behind me, and as I straightened from the table he wrapped
his arms around my middle and nuzzled the back of my neck. “You
smell good enough to eat, babe.”

I pulled away from him. “I have to get back
to work.”

“I’ll see you in our room later,” he said,
clarifying where I’d be sleeping. Maddie would probably be asleep
long before the end of my shift, anyway. I could see her in the
morning.

I was standing at the bar talking to Ty when
Rita waltzed into the room.
Ohmygod!
The woman had to be the
biggest slut ever, and she’d come undressed for action of the
sexual kind. Her long, bottle blond hair was swinging free, the
color of her scarlet heels matching her sheer thong, which showed
off her shaved pussy, and the tiny little triangles that just
covered her nipples. Her fake boobs barely moved as she swayed her
hips over to Stone’s table.

There was no way I was going to be able to
hang around for this. I knew the expression I turned on Ty was
desperation. “Ty—” I headed toward the kitchen door.

“Wait.” He halted my progress with a hand,
his gaze on what was going on behind me. Finally he said,
“Look.”

Releasing a huff because he’d guessed why I
was leaving, I turned. Rita went straight to Stone, a huge smile on
her painted lips, and began to sit down on his lap when he said
something that stopped her. Her smile faded slightly, she looked
like she was about to get mad, when Stone nodded towards the man
I’d dubbed “handsome biker.” The next minute she made her way to
him and planted her ass on
his
lap.

“How did you know?” I asked Ty.

“It’s something the Prez has done in the past
when he’s done with a sweetbutt that he’s used exclusively for a
long time, like that bitch. Tells her that her time is up and he’s
moved on for good. He might fuck her again, casually, but that’s
all.”

“I thought that Rita had already slept with
other men,” I said with confusion, recalling the other night when
she’d slept with Ripper.

“Yeah, but Prez probably doesn’t know that,
and probably wouldn’t give a fuck if he found out. When you came
along, the way Prez eye-fucked you, we all knew Rita’s days were
numbered. She knew it, too.”

I glanced back to see Rita rubbing all up
against Handsome Biker, his hands all over her, yet at the same
time his interest was clearly focused on what was being discussed
at the table.

“Well, I didn’t last long, he’s already moved
on to—” I stopped before saying Trudy’s name, even though I knew
that he knew because he’d been present. “Ty, I’m sorry, I—”

He shrugged. “Looks like you’re needed.”

I followed his gaze to see a man waving me
over. Pasting on a smile, I made my way over to his booth, took his
order, and filled it. I managed to avoid going back to Stone’s
table and finished out my shift. By the time twelve o’clock came I
was exhausted, but seeing that he was still occupied with his
friends, I decided that now was a good time to retrieve what few
items I still had in his room. Our eyes met and clung, something
dark and dangerous flickered in his before his gaze dropped down my
body in a lazy sweep.

His smoldering look made me hot, but I
ignored him and his look and continued on my way.

STONE

Son of a bitch!
Rachel and leather
together spiked my libido to depraved heights. The beast in me
wanted to bend her over a table, yank up what little skirt she had
on, and put on a show that would make me the envy of every other
brother in there. I’d bang her so long and so hard that she
wouldn’t be able to work the rest of her shift.
Fuck!

She was hot, and I was horny from watching
her bend her sweet ass over all night while serving drinks. At
other times, when she was facing me, I’d caught glimpses of creamy
flesh between the laces of her top. The tight leather hugged her
full breasts like a fucking second skin, exposing mouth-watering
mounds that swelled over the top. I’d had to adjust myself several
times, trying to rearrange my aching dick.

Christ, it hadn’t even been a full fucking
day and already I wanted to take back my anger-induced words and
force her back into my bed. As she sashayed her way toward me I
watched the seductive sway of her hips, the bounce of her tits, and
the length of her sexy legs in those fucking heels. Her hair, which
looked like it was about to fall down around her shoulders at any
moment, managed to remain up, and the silky mess was calling for me
to lose my fingers in it.

The goings on between Rita and Skid drew my
attention briefly. Rita was doing everything within her power to
get him to fuck her right there at the table. I felt nothing
looking at her nearly naked body, even though she made sure to draw
my attention to her every once in a while, hoping to make me
jealous. That was never going to happen, I didn’t care enough to
get jealous.

My gaze sought out Rachel again as I lifted
my glass and drained it. She was walking our way, and I knew it was
the end of her shift. We made eye contact briefly, but I was more
interested in her fucking sexy body in that leather dress than her
eyes. My dick reminded me that it was still hard, and I reminded
myself that I could still fuck her if I really wanted to, in spite
of her having been claimed by Max.

It didn’t matter what my reasons were. Shit,
the whole situation was fucked up. I should take a sweetbutt to my
room just to relieve myself. I counted Rita out, but there was
still Rhonda and Lulu, done with waiting tables now, and Trudy and
Sissy were getting done at the stripper poles. Trudy was out, too.
After looking the other girls over I realized that they did nothing
for me, and my dick started to deflate.

That was a first.

Fuck this!

I got up. “I’m done for the night.”

No other woman but Rachel would do. I had to
get her the fuck out of my system before I went fucking insane.
Walking down the hallway, I paused outside of Max’s door. I was
about to knock when the sounds from inside revealed the room was
definitely occupied, and from the moaning and cries I guessed that
there was a fuck session going on. Oh, hell no! I actually turned
the doorknob before reminding myself that I had no right to
interrupt them.

Shit. I’d made my bed, now I had to lay in
it, and it left a bitter fucking taste in my mouth. So, it looked
like Max had really claimed Rachel for his old lady. I stood there
for a moment, clenching my teeth, when I heard their moans of
pleasure. The urge to storm in there, beat the shit out of Max and
force Rachel back into my bed was so strong that I was afraid. I
moved away from the door and headed to my room before it was too
late and I’d made a fool out of myself.

The first thing I saw when I pushed the door
open was the clothes on my bed, and then Rachel bending over an
open drawer.
What the fuck?
I knew she couldn’t be in two
places at once, and the fact that Max was obviously banging someone
else in his room wasn’t my concern. I was secretly ecstatic that it
wasn’t Rachel. My deflated dick jerked to attention in record
time.

I purposely slammed the door shut, getting
the expected reaction when she let out a small shriek and stood up.
Our eyes locked, and something in mine must have warned Rachel what
kind of mood I was in. By the time her gaze checked out the front
of my pants my dick was in full fuck mode. She gasped and took a
step back, but the arousal in her eyes belied her actions.

“I was just getting the rest of my things,”
she explained. “Max—”

“Is in his room fucking a sweetbutt.” She
didn’t look surprised, which told me she’d probably done the same
thing I had.

“That’s okay. I’m spending the night with
Maddie.” She picked up her few things from the bed and I could tell
that she was planning to make a fucking run for it.

“You don’t care that he’s fucking someone
else?”

“Why should I? I’m not like you, Stone. I
don’t just fuck for the sake of it, and besides, I’m too tired to
care about anything right now.”

I didn’t want to let her go, but I did.
Fucking her would do more damage than good. Releasing a heavy
breath, I stripped and went to bed.

****

RACHEL

I cried myself to sleep, hating myself for
being weak, hating Stone for being strong. He was such a prick! If
his decision to toss me to the wolves was affecting him in any way,
he wasn’t showing it. Yeah, I’d seen his hard-on, it would have
been hard to miss. I was only glad I’d been able to disguise my
reaction to it, because even as tired as I was, my libido had
jumped from zero to a hundred in a second flat. The man turned me
horny with just a glance.

I was thankful that Maddie was sound asleep
when I entered her room. I nudged her and she scooted over with a
low, protesting mumble, but remained sleeping. I spent the night on
the edge of the bed and woke the next morning a little stiff, and
surprisingly alone. Once I realized that Maddie was gone, I
panicked and jumped from the bed. Jerking the door open, I rushed
from the room and dashed down the hallway to the bar.