Trust (Trojans MC Book 6) (2 page)

“If I don’t choose you?” she asked.

He snorted. “Beth, you didn’t have a choice from the moment you entered this clubhouse. The instant I saw you, I knew you were mine.” Knuckles nibbled her neck, and she couldn’t help but moan. He always knew what to do in order to drive her crazy. His words didn’t frighten her. No, they aroused her.

Bertie finished, and then she watched as Landon took his place, sliding inside the new woman. It wasn’t long before Pie came along, pushing his dick into her mouth, and Darla was begging for it, begging for them.

Knuckles pulled her back against him, and Beth felt the hard ridge of his cock pushed against her ass. The hand that lay low on her stomach went down to cup her pussy. She couldn’t resist rocking on his hand.

“Tell me, Beth, is your pussy nice and wet?”

“Yes.”

“I’m going to check. Tell me no if you want me to stop at any time.”

She didn’t want him to stop.

His hand moved up and slid inside her jeans.

Please don’t stop.

Since moving out of the clubhouse she had missed this time with Knuckles. He always found a way to make her feel alive, and that was never going to stop.

“Well, well, well, look what I’ve found,” he said, sliding his fingers through her slit. She gasped as he stroked her clit, running his finger across the nub, and sliding down to her cunt. Beth closed her eyes, shutting out the scene before her, and concentrating on the feel of his hands.

“One day soon, I’m going to have you on that dining room table I carried up for you. I’m going to make you spread your thighs open, and present me with your sweet pussy for me to eat. Once I’m done eating you, and making you come harder than you ever have in your life, I’m going to fuck you.”

She wanted that, too.

“You’re fucking my fingers, Beth, and I don’t hear you saying no. You want it, too, don’t you, baby?” he said.

“Yes.” The word came out of her on a sigh. She wanted him.

“I miss you, Beth. I miss having you around the clubhouse. You just got your own place, and cut me out.”

“I miss you, too,” she said, not caring that she spilled her secret to him.

“This distance shit between us, it stops now.”

“Yes. I wanted to prove to you that I had found my way. I was strong enough to go out on my own.”

“Good. Now come for me.” He pinched her clit then stroked her. Beth gasped, unable to contain her sounds as he brought her to orgasm. His free hand covered her mouth, muffling her sounds so that no one else heard her.

He didn’t let her go until she was shaking in his arms, and desperate for more. She didn’t want this to end.

With Darla’s screams in the background, Knuckles pressed Beth up against the wall so no one saw her.

“I meant what I said, this distance and shit, it ends now.”

“What about Daisy?”

“You just came all over my fingers. Whatever your brother has got to throw at me, let him. I’m not going to back down. I want you, Beth. You want me. Stop denying this shit.”

Biting her lip, she nodded.

“I’ll be around tomorrow night. Be ready at seven.”

“What happens at seven?” she asked.

“I make you mine.” He walked away, and Beth was shocked. She didn’t know what to do or to say.

The man had just given her the best, and only orgasm of her life, and now he was walking away. Another man was fucking Darla, and Beth had lost all interest. She had come tonight to enjoy the party, but also to see Knuckles. There was no point lying to herself. He was the reason she found herself coming back.

“What are you doing here, little sis?” Daisy asked, coming to stand in front of her.

“Nothing. Where’s Maria, and my niece?” she asked, changing the subject.
Please don’t ask. Please don’t ask.

“She’s upstairs waiting for me, and my daughter is with Mary and Pike. What are you doing here?”

“I came to enjoy the party.”

“Beth…”

“Don’t, Daisy. I can enjoy the party.”

“It wasn’t long ago that you were scared to come out of the room you were staying in.”

“I’ve changed.” She was much better. Having her own space, a job, a life, she felt safe, especially with her brother and his club near. Right now, she wasn’t liking Daisy all that much. He was turning into a bit of an asshole. “Why are you all bruised?”

“Got into a fight. Stay away from Knuckles, Beth, I mean it.”

“Stay away from Maria!” She folded her arms. “Oh, that’s right, you didn’t. You took what you wanted.”

“What the fuck has gotten into you?” he asked.

“Don’t tell me what to do. I didn’t tell you.”

“This is what this is about? You think you’ve got what it takes to win Knuckles?”

“Daisy, I love you. You’re my big brother, but I didn’t think you had what it took to be with Maria. I never for a second thought you were capable of really loving her the way she wanted.” She shrugged. “I was wrong. If Knuckles is what I want, then you can’t try to take charge.”

“You think you want Knuckles? You don’t even know him. He’d eat you up, and spit you back out.”

Beth smiled. She moved toward her brother and gave him a hug. “You don’t know me.”

Chapter Two

Knuckles wiped down the body of the car that he’d just put back together. It was a piece of shit car, decades old, but the owner, Rusty Frank, loved it. He always made sure Rusty Frank was looked after. The old man had been part of Vale Valley since its bloody inception, or at least with the way he talked he had. Pushing ninety, Frank was always quick to tell them what they were doing wrong. At last count, Frank had over twenty grandkids, and even some great-grandkids.

“You’re still working on Rusty’s car?” Duke asked, coming out of the office.

“Can’t help myself.”

“You know it’s a bag of shit, and there’s a lot more interesting cars that could do with your attention?” Duke folded his arms, leaning against the car.

“Everyone always wants to work on a new car. Rarely anyone can appreciate the old classics, or bags of shit. What can I say? I like the bags of shit that no one wants, or thinks can’t be fixed.” He was starting to think that Duke was here for another reason.

“Daisy’s looking for you.”

“Ah, so he’s a little pissed at me for chasing after his sister?” Knuckles wiped his hands on the cloth he had, annoyed with his fellow brother. Duke was just doing what a Prez was supposed to do, keep the peace within the club.

“What are you doing?” Duke asked.

“I’m showing a woman that she’s not broken. Since when do you get involved with shit like this?”

“Shit like this is my responsibility. We’ve got a ride coming up in a month. Diaz is part of our crew, and we’re transporting a shitload of product out of town away from us. I can’t be having two men, two fighters at each other’s throats during the whole ride. I’ve got a family, Knuckles. I’m not going to risk my life, or that of my club.”

“I’d never put the club at risk.”

“Yet you’re going to fuck his sister.”

“It’s not just about a fuck.”

“Then what is it about?”

Knuckles paused and smirked. “You think I’m going to tell you? You’re my Prez, Duke, not my dad, and not hers.”

“You’re right, I’m not either of your dads. I’m the fucker that has to deal with the fallout if you two don’t make it. If you’re not sure on Beth, I’m the one responsible for Daisy coming and beating the shit out of you. When I went after Holly, I made sure I was fucking ready to claim that woman. She’s mine, and no one is ever going to take her away from me. Russ was my club Prez, and I took his place with his blessing. Holly’s his daughter. You don’t think I know what the hell is going on here? I do. I’ve been through this, only I chose not to be a dick. Daisy’s not her father. He’s her brother.”

Stepping back, Knuckles ran fingers through his hair. “What I feel for Beth is real.”

“I figured as much. Ever since she came on the scene, you’ve barely touched any of the women.”

“I can’t let her go,” Knuckles said.

“If you’re serious about this, then go for it. Don’t pretend, don’t try to show Daisy you’re this big man. Be the man, and make sure you settle all your differences before we head out on the road. I’ve got too much shit going on to worry about the two of you.”

“I’ll deal with it.”

“Good.”

Grabbing the paperwork from the table where his tools were, Knuckles ticked through everything he’d done, making a note on all of the things that would have to be done in the future. The old car was going to be brand new in a couple of months. Knuckles had lost count of the number of engines he’d done on this old piece of metal. Still, a car is a car, and when you find the one you want, it’s hard to give up, even if that same car has been changed enough to be classed as several different cars.

“How is Matthew getting on at college?”

Matthew was Duke’s son, eighteen years old, nearly nineteen, and in college. He’d decided to go out of town to another state, so he only visited on every other weekend. Holly had wanted for Matthew to have choices even if he wanted to be a Trojan. If, after college, he wanted to be a Trojan, there would be a place for him to start to earn his patch.

“He’s coming back next week, and we’re supposed to go away with Drake. He’s nearly four now, so he’s getting nice and big, ready to start camping. Bell would be staying with Holly.”

“I figured as much with her only being a few months old,” Knuckles said.

“Matty has settled down. He’s not the same kid that wanted to become a prospect before going away to college. The, um, the pregnancy scare last year really fucked him up. He’s calmed right down.”

Last year Matthew had had sex with a girl in his year, Luna Daniels, and the condom had broken. With Holly and Duke with them, Luna had taken a pregnancy test to discover she wasn’t pregnant.

“Nothing like being on the verge of parenthood to wake you up.”

Duke blew out a long breath. “I’m still too fucking young to be a granddad.”

“You’d be one of those hot granddads,” Knuckles said, laughing.

“Well, it’s not happening, and I’ve got to be thankful for something, and that is the fact my son has gotten his head on straight. I can’t deal with worrying about him. He’s far enough away, and he’s wise.”

“You taught him to shoot, and to fight?” Knuckles asked.

“You got it. Every chance I get. My son is one tough nut.”

Knuckles smiled. One day he hoped to be saying the same words. Not about the whole pregnancy crap, but about being a tough nut. He saw the love and the pride in Duke’s eyes. Duke was a good dad.

“You wait until Bell is having all the guys chasing her. You’re going to be the unbearable dad,” Brass said, leaning against the wall, eating an apple.

“Leave him alone. Give him a chance to enjoy having a daughter,” Knuckles said.

“Have you heard what Pike is planning? He’s going to lock her up in a tower where she’ll be too old to ever have sex or find men.”

Knuckles burst out laughing. “Guy’s kidding himself.”

Moving toward the reception, Knuckles put the call through to Rusty Frank to come and pick up his baby.

“Excuse me,” a feminine voice asked.

Looking up, Knuckles stared into a pair of green eyes. “What’s the matter, sweetheart?” he asked.

“My car, it broke down, and I don’t know what to do.” She nibbled her lip, looking downright petrified. He didn’t like women who were scared.

“Brass, need your help,” he said. “You want to tell me where your car is?”

She made her way out of the door, and he watched as she ran toward the gate, and around the corner. There he saw a beat up old car with smoke coming out of the engine.

“You’re not from around here?” he asked, waving a hand in front of him.

“No. I’m just passing through.” She tucked some of her raven hair behind her ear.

Knuckles glanced behind him and was shocked to see Brass already there, but his usually mouthy club brother was fucking silent, drinking in the woman. Rolling his eyes, Knuckles moved his attention back to her. “We’re going to need to push this toward the yard, but I can guarantee you’re not going anywhere.”

“Shoot, okay, there’s no way I can get this fixed quickly? I don’t know, use tape and glue.”

“Sorry, no can do. Just from the smoke alone I can guarantee there’s some problems there.” Why wasn’t Brass helping him with this? “Brass, you going to be any help?”

“Your car’s fucked.”

“Let’s get it into the yard, and we can look.”

All three of them rolled it toward the gates. The moment they came into view, Duke and several of the Prospects helped him to push it into position so he could have a look at it.

Opening up the trunk, Knuckles saw it was going to be no use. The engine was completely shot.

“When was the last time you had this thing checked out?”

“I don’t know. I bought it a couple of days ago with cash,” she said. “It was just the spur of the moment thing. Jump in, drive, explore.”

Staring at her, Knuckles didn’t like how jumpy she was. “I need some ID.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, really.”

She grabbed her card out of her back pocket, and he saw she was twenty-eight years old, Eliza Bishop.

“I’ll be right back.”

Heading into the office, he put a call through to Raoul. “I need you to do a quick search on Eliza Bishop. Raven hair, twenty-eight years old.”

“Something going on?”

“Don’t know.”

“Give me a minute. I’ll call Diaz.”

Taking the phone with him, he placed it in his back pocket, and made his way back toward Brass and Eliza.

“Is everything okay?” Eliza asked.

“Your engine is completely shot. Whoever sold you this piece of shit, they didn’t exactly do you a good deal. I’m going to have to do you a whole new engine, and that’s not even including the mess underneath the car, pipes and shit.”

“Ugh, I just really wanted to get on the road.”

“Any reason you running?” he asked.

“I’m not running.”

Brass sent him a look, but he wasn’t interested in having a brother playing mute, like a television.

If he wanted to stay silent, then he could fucking remain so.

The phone rang, and it wasn’t Raoul. It was Diaz.

“Hey, brother, chick is fine. Raven hair, chunky, fat tits, full ass, that kind of thing?”

“Yeah,” Knuckles said.

“She’s not running from the law, more like her family, and responsibility.”

“Rich?”

“Loaded. They own some kind mechanical company. It originally was shipping, and it has just expanded. All you have there is a rich piece of ass who’s trying to run from Daddy, and marriage is all.”

Staring at Eliza, he saw it. The clothes she wore were not cheap fabrics, but expensive. “Fine, thanks.”

“No problem.”

Hanging up the phone, he stared at her. “You’re going to have to wait for your car to be fixed. There’s a perfectly good hotel in Vale Valley, or you can use the motel just out of town. Your car will be ready in three weeks,” Knuckles said.

“How do you know it’s going to be that long?” Eliza asked.

“Because I fucking said so, and building a new engine takes time, and I have to order the parts. Now, do you want the work done or not?”

****

Beth glanced down at the skirt she wore, which came to her knee, along with the plain white crop shirt. It was hot, and she didn’t have a clue where they were going, so how was she supposed to get dressed?

The entire date, or whatever it was Knuckles wanted from her, was stressing her out. Pushing her hair out of the way, she quickly tied it up in a ponytail, and jumped as he knocked on the door. Out of habit, she checked to make sure it was him first.

You can do this.

Opening the door, she smiled, and then paused as she took in the cool box at his side, along with another bag.

“Hello,” she said, drawing out the word. “What is that?” She pointed at the bag and box he held.

“This is our date.”

“Our date is in a box and a bag?”

“Actually, Holly and Mary are trying this new thing on their food blog. Showing how to make a great first date amazing, and with these recipe cards, along with a whole list of equipment you’ll need to make it all a success,” he said.

“I love Holly and Mary, and their blog is adorable.”

“I happen to tell them what I had planned for tonight, so they wanted me to be their first experiment of how it went. I have pasta, sauces, chicken, and seasonings, along with the makings for a luscious dessert. Oh, and I also have some sappy romantic comedy. All guaranteed to make a great first night.”

She was oddly touched by the experimental date. “You’ve already hit a snag.”

“What?”

“You’ve got to give me a reason to let you through the front door.” She raised a brow, resting against the door, and covering the gap with her weight.

“That’s easy.” She gasped as he pulled a rose out of his pocket. He took a step toward her, and pressed a gentle kiss against her lips. “May I please come in, Beth?”

“Yes.”

She stepped out of the way, giving him room to pass. Her lips tingled from that single touch. Knuckles went straight for the kitchen, and she followed him, holding onto her single flower. The single rose, it meant something to her.

“Can you actually cook?” Beth asked.

“I can cook. Most of the time I chose not to. However, since Holly and Mary realized that I could do it, they keep giving me these little experiments to see how I get on. The other month I produced an intense chocolate cake that was so damn light and fudgy at the same time. Yeah, I’m a girl. I ate the whole thing.”

Beth laughed, imagining a large man like Knuckles finishing off a cake quite easily. “I eat too much cake. I’m hoping being away from the clubhouse and Holly and Mary’s cooking, I’ll be able to lose some weight. I’ve always been too fat.”

Knuckles spun around, slamming his hands on the table and glaring at her. “You are fucking beautiful.”

“Knuckles?”