Envy (8 page)

Riding on my bike with a hard cock is a hard thing to do, but if I don’t get back now my dad will see to it that I don’t have one to use in the first place if I don’t get to church on time. Natasha’s sweet lips made me forget all about the club meeting. Damn, I can really get caught up in that woman.

As soon as I reach the clubs gates they are ripped open by the prospects. They know that I’m late, probably have had a questioning by my dad already. After I’ve parked up, I run inside and curse when the place is almost empty. I charge towards the door and when I enter everyone turns to look at me. My dad’s gavel is just about to bang down onto the table to signal the beginning of church.

“Just in time son.” My dad speaks, not sounding pleased at all. I feel his eyes on me as I make my way to my seat. Dad sits at the end, right in the president’s spot. Grim sits to his right and uncle Grease to his left. I take my seat in the middle of Grim and Baby. Scrappy is straight opposite me, his seat is beside his dad, Grease. It’s the way of the club ranking, pretty simple when you think about it.

The rooms silent, until my dad finally bangs the gavel down to start the meeting. I can see how pissed my dad is, he pretty much lets us do anything we want but one rule he does insist on is keeping on time with church and calls. I fucked up.

“We need to discuss what went down when some of you were sent to collect Strike.” Dad announces to the packed group of bikers.

“When we went into the house, it was chaos.” Grim tells everyone who is listening. “After fighting our way through the room, it was clear Strike wasn’t there. It was clear he was there just before we stormed because we got hold of his phone that he dropped on his way out.”

“No fucking way.” Duke exclaims.

“There were some numbers on there, all obviously burner phones because none of the numbers dialled when we tried them.” I add, and I see the disappointment on the men’s faces.

“It was obviously Strikes because of the fucked up pictures that were stored on it.” Grim frowns. “We did get three of their members out and had them in the warehouse. Devlin managed to get one of them to squeal an address.”

“It’s not too far away either.” My dad joins. “So I need volunteers on watch duty.” Nobody offers and we all try to avoid eye contact with the Prez, because my dad is in full President mode right now.

“Devlin.” He announces. “I say you can do first watch with two more brothers.” He handles me my punishment for being late, so I don’t dare argue. After a couple more minutes, it’s arranged that Spliff and Duke are the ones to join me. Thankfully Duke made a full recovery about a week after he was attacked by The Devils however West hasn’t been able to ride his bike yet and nobody has voiced the worries on that situation just yet.

“Be careful and don’t get yourselves fucking spotted.” My dad warns. “We need to get Strike, he’s onto us so stay out of sight.”

“Yes Prez.” We all say aloud.

“I don’t like it.” I say out loud. “Why is he always hiding out in a house?”

“It is weird.” Scrappy agrees. “Why not a warehouse? Or an abandoned building?”

“Exactly.” I nod. “From what Grim found out, not only are there Devils members in that house but women.”

“They could be whores.” Spliff points out. I think about it quietly as the brothers’ voice their opinions.

“This morning Grim found some useful intel from Bomber.” Dad interrupts everyone. Everyone looks to our VP to hear what he has to say.

“Bomber told me that Strike has a sister.” Grim reveals. “Not a lot of people know, not even Demon knew because Strike keeps her hidden. A good idea because of who he is, but Bomber is one of the few who found out about her. I think she will be good leverage.”

The room quickly becomes split with what to do.

“We can’t hurt a woman.” Baby complains.

“Fuck that! She’s probably going to be just as bad as Strike!” Duke shouts.

“We will be just as bad as The Devils.” I try to reason with Grim.

“Enough!” Shouts dad, as he stands. “Do you think they had a big discussion like this when they took Elise? Or when they tortured all three of those girls and then took Lauren away from us just as we promised her a safe life?” We all stay quiet in response.

“No they fucking didn’t!” He screams. “Now, this news is perfect and it gives us insurance.”

“I’ve told Bomber to get a few photos of his sister, and then Strike will know we know about her.” Grim adds.

“What makes you think he even cares for this sister?” Scrappy asks.

“Why would he have her locked away and not told his club brothers about her?” Grim asks in return.

He has a good fucking point. Why keep someone locked away out of sight so nobody could find out about her? Strikes a fucked up man, but he could have a tiny piece of him that actually cares about someone. If he cares about her that much, then having him know that we have found out about her could be the perfect tool to save the girls.

The next morning Lauren and I have planned to go and visit Marie and Nelly and Elise is going to be meeting us there. When we’re in the car, I turn to look at Lauren and see her biting down on that lip of hers. “You’re worried they will mention you being a role model again.” I observe.

Lauren frowns for just a second, but I see it. “I just don’t like the responsibility.” She sulks.

“Well deal with it.” I laugh. “You have it whether you like it or not.”

Lauren heavily sighs. “I was thinking of going to talk with Laura.”

“Good idea, she’ll know what you’re going through.” I reply.

Lauren parks outside Marie’s house and the front door bangs open. The little girl we met the other day called Lorena, runs out to the car with a huge smile. She’s only five and small as hell but she sure seems happy to see us. I get out the car first and Lorena wraps her tiny arms around my legs, squealing in delight. When Lauren walks around to our side, Lorena does the same to her and Marie appears in her doorway.

“I’m so glad you’re here!” She laughs. “Lorena hasn’t stopped talking about you.”

We walk inside, Lorena in the middle and holding both of our hands. We manage to not break the chain as we make our way into the living room. Elise greets us when we arrive, looking rather relieved we’re here and when I see the young boy sat on the other side of the room staring at her, I realise why.

This must be Marie’s oldest son, Travis. Marie told us she had a fifteen year old and by the looks of him, he has a liking to Elise. I can’t blame him because Elise is gorgeous, but it’s funny to see.

“Travis!” Marie shouts. “Stop drooling and get your room cleaned boy!”

Travis frowns at his mother and it’s then I see the resemblance to his dad, Spliff.

“It’s clean enough.” He sulks like a typical teenage boy.

“Get cleaning or I’ll tell your father!” As soon as Marie mentions Spliff, he gets off his ass and runs up to his room.

When he’s out of sight Marie apologises and makes us some drinks. Karl, her ten year old, helps her with some snacks and I dig in.

“Thank.” I grin.

“Tasha loves her food.” Elise laughs at Nelly’s shocked face.

“Sorry.” I giggle. “After not being able to eat whatever I want for so long, I jump on it.”

At my reasoning Marie’s eyes widen. “No don’t explain yourself darling. You eat whatever you want, there’s nothing better than a woman with a healthy appetite. I don’t like all that skinniness the girls think is fashionable now.”

“Besides, you need to keep your strength up if you’re going to keep up with Devlin.” Elise laughs quietly, but not quite enough.

Damn Elise and her loose lips.

“Devlin?” Nelly asks.

“Elise!” I screech but all she does is quietly laugh to herself.

“So, you two will officially be sister.” Marie adds with a slight smirk.

“Aww.” Lauren bounces in her seat with Lorena on her knee, causing the little girl to laugh.

“There is no me and Devlin.” I argue.

“Oh really?” Lauren asks and I dread what she’s going to say. “So I didn’t see you kissing yesterday.”

“It was innocent.” I lie.

“And he didn’t visit you out the blue with food and almost miss church?” Elise asks.

How did she know that? Forget it, Elise seems to always know everything that goes on around here. I don’t bother answer. Instead, I stuff a biscuit in my mouth and keep silent.

“You’re bringing out his soft side.” Nelly sighs happily.

“And he nearly missed church for you.” Marie adds. “That means he really cares about you because Franky would not have liked that.”

Oh no. “Really?” I ask.

“It’s one of Franky’s’ number one rules.” Nelly says as she places a wriggling toddler on his feet in front of her. That must be what he rushed back for after Lauren showed up. Why did he put himself in trouble like that? I will try to speak to Franky about it when I meet him about the salon.

The next morning Lauren is busy working in the new office Grim arranged for her, so I thought I would go to the gym. The only gym I know of around here is the one in the clubhouse so why not?

I put on some tight bright pink leggings that spells out WORK OUT down the side of my right leg with a plain white top with thin straps and my hair tied up. Grabbing my water bottle, I’m good to go. I do think about running to the clubhouse but that’s a good fifteen minute drive and I haven’t ran in a long time so I decide to drive.

It’s really early, so I’m not shocked to see that there’s no men around but I spot Throttle and Flex as I enter.

“Hi Natasha.” Flex grins over at me.

By looking at her, it’s obvious why she’s up so early. Most of the brothers have their way with the women and then chuck them out of bed. Flex, short for Flexible got her name for obvious reasons.

“Hey Flex.” I return her smile as I go toward the gym. “Is the gym empty?”

Both Flex and Throttle’s eyes widen.

“Erm, I think so.” Throttle finally replies. “Although Canyon was in there last night.”

“Ok thanks.” I quickly answer and walk away.

Too much detail, I shouldn’t have asked and I’m going to have to be careful with what I use while I’m in there. Maybe I shouldn’t have decided to use the clubs gym. It’s obvious some of them would use this as another room to fuck in.

I warm up, just like I used to before my life was taken away from me and I was given the gift of this better life. After that I get on the cross trainer and work up a sweat as Drake blasts in my ears as loud as possible.

I lose all track of time, I zone out and work my leg muscles. I may be mad, but I enjoy the burning I feel when I work out. So when two large hands grip my sides, I scream as I jump out my skin.

I rip my ear phones out and look at the bastard who scared me and I look into the handsome face of Devlin.

“What the fuck?” I scream.

Devlin picks me up like I weigh nothing and gently places me on the floor.

“I’m sorry.” He laughs. “I tried not to.”

“Yeah I can see that.” I roll my eyes.

I can’t miss the look of lust in Devlin’s eyes. Oh shit. We’re all alone, I’m sweaty again and he’s looking sexy.

“I should get going.” I pick up my water and start to leave but Devlin stops me.

“Why you rushing off?” He asks, frowning down at me.

His eyes turn a shade darker and have a look of intensity about them as he stares down at me. My legs shake a little from the shock of feelings he’s bringing alive in me. I don’t realise that I lose my balance until Devlin’s hands are on me. I only have a thin top on that leaves my arms bare, so I can feel the heat radiating from him.

We make eye contact for a couple of long seconds until I decide not to do this again. I can’t have a repeat of yesterday; his lips tortured me for the rest of the day.

I clear my throat and back away a little, regretting that his hands are removed from me. I bet lying next to him, skin on skin, would be amazing. I wonder if every inch of his body is as warm as his hands.

“What’s that?” Devlin asks, breaking me from yet another day dream.

“What’s what?” I look around.

Devlin holds out my arm and points at a scar, right at the top of my shoulder. It’s quite a big one, but not the biggest I have. It starts in the middle of my shoulder blade and lashes across to finish on the back of my neck, just above my spine. The scar begins so far up on my shoulder that most tops hide it, but I didn’t check this morning.

“It’s nothing.” I say, trying to snatch away my arms.

“No.” Devlin scowls, keeping my arms in place. “It’s definitely something Tash. It’s a fucking scar.”

I bite down on my bottom lip and cringe. I don’t want him to see me as ugly. I’ve loved having him looking at me as if I’m the most beautiful person in the room. A tear rolls down my cheek and I quickly try to swipe it away with the back of my hand that’s still holding the water bottle.

“Hey.” Devlin sooths and holds me tightly against him. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you cry.”

“No, it’s me.” I sniffle. “Sorry.”

Devlin holds me back. “Tash, you have nothing to be sorry about.” I see him thinking over things as he looks down at me. “The Devil’s did that to you?”

I nod my head in answer.

“Fuckers!” He shouts making me jump. Devlin holds me tight again. “Shit, sorry I didn’t mean to scare you. I just hate thinking about what they did to you.” After a couple of minutes Devlin returns to his flirty self. “I’m not used to seeing women in here.” He says and I keep shut about Throttle and Flex told me earlier. I laugh, deciding that coming here today was a bad idea. I don’t know why I thought it was good to begin with. I should have just jogged around the garden.

“I shouldn’t have come here.” I begin. “It was a mistake.”

“Yeah it was.” Devlin agrees. “You’re lucky it’s me that found you. Not every man is honourable like me babe.”

I laugh loudly. “You?”

“Hey!” He laughs. “Any other man would have seen you in here and would have wanted to have you for himself!”

“Oh, and you don’t?” I ask, feeling a little let down by his words.

“Not me, I wouldn’t want to push against that wall behind you and feel every little bit of that body of yours.” He looks at me and my body calls to him. “I wouldn’t want to undress you, or have you bent over my knee for daring to come in here.”

God his words have me in a frenzy that I’m fighting with myself to keep my clothes on! Scars or no fucking scars! I don’t care right now. Devlin has made me so wet for him that I need him.

“What would you do then?” I dare to ask him.

Devlin shocks me by walking towards me and I back up until my back hits the wall. When I’m trapped, he takes the bottle from me and throws it away. Water splatters everywhere behind him but he doesn’t give a shit, his attention is all on me. Devlin shads wrap around my neck and brings me closer to him capturing my mouth against his. I moan loudly as his tongue invades my mouth. I taste him not caring where we are and just live in the moment.

Suddenly, he picks me up and my legs wrap around him. Through the very thin material of my leggings, I feel his rock hard cock as it strains against his trousers. I feel him walking but I don’t care to open my eyes. Eventually, he stops kissing me and looks into my eyes.

“I would escort you out and give you the privacy you deserve.” I look around and see that we have ended up in his room. I haven’t been here since we first time we kissed. It’s a small room and very basic, but it’s not as messy as you would think which makes me adore him even more.

“Thank you.” I whisper.

“Just treating you like the princess you are.” He softly kisses me.

“I’m not a princess.” I smile against his mouth, still fully aware of the bulging erection rubbing me.

Devlin looks at me with those intense dark eyes again. “But you are.”

We kiss again and he gently lays me down on his bed. His body covers mine, but he doesn’t put his weight on me. Instead he keeps his distance and I want nothing more but for him to rub against me. I need it. When he realises what I want from all my pulling and moving around, he stops the kiss.

“Tash I don’t want to rush this.” He softly kisses my neck. I get what he’s saying and I love him for it.
Wait! What?

“Come on, I’ll take you home.” He stands and holds out a hand for me. As much as I want to stay on his bed, I take his hand and let him take me home.