You Belong to Me (14 page)

“He hated me. I hadn’t done anything to him. I didn’t even know his name.”

“He’s not worth you knowing his name.”

Brian’s question about the shooting of the Grave Walker president reappeared in her mind. The look on her face must have caused concern for Nuke.

“Are you afraid of me now?” Nuke searched her eyes.

She shook her head.

“Are you sure?” Nuke asked. “I need to hear you say it. Tell me that you’re not afraid of me.”

She reached out and cupped his face. “I’m not afraid of you, Nuke.” She moved to kiss him but let out a low moan of pain.

“Don’t move around, baby. You’re making yourself hurt!” Nuke scolded her.

She ignored him and brought her lips to his mouth, giving him the passionate kiss of a woman grateful to feel safe in his arms.

He broke from her. “Baby, don’t get me started,” he teased.

Jasmine began to stroke his face, letting her fingers caress his chiseled jawline. “I need you,” she said as she looked into his blue eyes. She leaned forward and began kissing and licking his neck.

He groaned, saying, “Babe, you’re in no shape for this.”

She pushed up his shirt and lowered her head. Soon, his muscular chest and stomach were glistening with her saliva. “Please, baby,” she said as she looked up at him. She needed to feel him inside her. Holding her, protecting her.

“
Jaz, baby, not now! Lie back down and rest.”

He might be saying no, but she could see his swollen cock pressing against the front of his pants. Groaning with pain, she laid back, pulling him on top of her.

“Jaz!” He pulled himself back. “Lay still. You’re injured,” he told her.

“Nuke, please. I really need you.”

“Baby, listen to me. I don’t want to hurt you. You’ve been through enough today. You know how I get,” he said as he cracked a smile and his hand gently rubbed across her bruised ribs.

She pouted and smiled at the same time.

“Stop that. You know I like that shit!” He playfully pointed a finger at her. He raised her 822 supporter shirt and glared at the bruises on her. “Maybe I should take you to the ER.” He leaned forward and kissed her bruises. “These look even worse now than they did a few hours ago.” He kissed her stomach, and she reached down and rubbed her fingers through his hair.

“Want to kiss me a little bit lower?” she asked.

Nuke looked up at her as he continued to kiss her bumps and bruises. He took a deep breath as he laid his head on her stomach. He stayed there silently for a moment. “Fuck!” He began to undo her jeans. In one quick motion, he had them off and on the floor.

“Touch me please,” she cried out.

He raised himself up over her. The leather smell of his cut filled her nostrils as his tongue traced a line down her throat and across her collar bone. She bit down on her swollen lip as he slid down her body and then removed one of her breasts from her bra and began to suckle. She arched her back and spread her legs wide. She needed to feel him deep inside her.

She pushed her panties to the side as he stroked the soft flesh at the top her legs and his rough fingers entered her. “I love how wet you get for me baby,” he said.

She tilted her hips up, offering herself to Nuke as he lowered himself down between her legs. His tongue swept across her pussy. She gasped as Nuke’s mouth latched onto the soft pink bud of her clit, and he started to suck and swirl his tongue around it.

Jasmine screamed, pushing
herself forward against his mouth, losing all sense of everything that had happened that day. Pure sexual energy exploded through her as she rode out the quick waves of her orgasm. She was panting, and her eyes fluttered open as he gently licked her clit several more times before stopping.

He rose up, leaned in and kissed her as he released his cock from his jeans. Nuke grabbed her hips with both hands and edged his cock inside her. Slowly at first, so that she could feel every inch of him sliding into her, and then a little harder, faster. It wasn’t long before Jasmine was on the brink of another orgasm.

Nuke was staring into her eyes as he pulled out and started stroking his cock and then slamming back inside her again. Over and over, he rode her. Deep, guttural growls and moans came from him as he kissed her passionately.

“I swear I’ll keep you safe,” he mumbled against her lips and spilled his seed inside her.

Welcome to the Family

Two hours later, Nuke helped her to her feet. She swayed slightly, but then caught her balance. She let go of him and walked over to the mirror on the wall. “I look like shit!” She had a huge bump on her forehead, a black eye, along with scrapes and bruises on her face. She raised her shirt and saw the bruises on her rib cage and stomach. “It hurts to breathe. I think he cracked a rib or two.”

“I should take you to the hospital,” Nuke said, sounding in pain himself.

“Nothing they can do. I’m calling out of work on Monday, though. I can’t go in there looking like this. I have vacation time. I’m going to take the week off if they let me.”

“Don’t worry about it. I’m planning on making you quit anyway.”

Jasmine turned around and made a face. “Oh, really?”

“Yep, we’re moving into together, too. I was looking at a place online the other day. Until then, you and Stella are moving in with me and Jell-O.”

“And what am I supposed to do with my house?”

“Sell it to Jamie maybe. His wife doesn’t want to live where they’re at anymore. I don’t blame her, she doesn’t feel safe.”

“But if Cindy told that guy where I live, then he probably told other members. They won’t be safe there either.”

“She didn’t tell him shit. It was coincidental that he found you there.”

“That’s not what he told me at the restaurant,” Jasmine insisted.

“People tend to tell the truth when they think their life depends on it.”

“You got all of this worked out, huh?”

“Yep!”

“What’s going to happen to Cindy?” Jasmine asked in a shaky voice.

“She fled her house. So, as of right now, nothing because we can’t find her.”

“And when you find her, what then?”

“Things will be handled. Let’s go get you something to eat.”

She shook her head. “I can’t go out there. I look horrible.”

He made a face as he took her hand. “You’ll be fine. Plus, people want to meet the heroine that took down the threat of the club.”

Jasmine dragged her feet as he tugged her toward the door.

“Come on, stop being a big baby. They won’t bite. Well, some of them might,” he chuckled.

“Nuke!” she protested. “I look like shit. Just let me hide out here in peace.”

“Don’t be silly!” They headed out into the main portion of the clubhouse.

“Am I staying here tonight?” Jasmine asked.

“Yeah, for a few days at least. I’ll be here, too.”

“Okay. Are all of these men with no patches on their backs hang-arounds?” Jasmine’s eyes scanned the room. There was more people here now than when she had arrived.

“Not everyone. Some are 822 friendly.”

“This isn’t how I thought my first visit to the clubhouse would be. I pictured it more fun.”

Nuke nodded in agreement. “Yeah, me too.”

As Nuke showed her around, she was introduced to so many people that her head began to spin and not from her injuries. Just as her nervousness was subsiding, she spotted Zoe. She immediately became tense again. Nuke sat her down on a sofa near the pool table. He motioned for one of the scantily clad girls to come to them. “She needs something to eat.”

The petite blonde nodded and rushed off.

“Who’s that?” Jasmine asked.

“Kim, Kate, Cathy, shit I can’t remember. I’m going to be right over there, okay?” Nuke pointed to the pool table.

“Alright.” She watched as Nuke and Pipe started a game of pool. Moments later, Zoe cautiously approached her.

“How are you doing? I heard what happened.”

“I’m alright,” Jasmine said as she watched another barely-dressed woman, a brunette with a great tan, walk into the room. She approached Nuke like a woman on a mission. Jasmine couldn’t hear what he said to her, but the woman immediately walked away right after she sent Jasmine a scorching look. Nuke looked at Jasmine and smiled, then continued on with his game.

“He’s faithful,” Zoe replied.

She obviously could read the discomfort Jasmine was feeling. “I know,” Jasmine said with a smile even though her face hurt. Nuke was nothing like Kevin, and he had proved that time and time again.

“Do you know everyone here?” she asked Zoe in an attempt to make polite conversation.

“Yeah, I know most of them. A lot of supporters are here tonight, too. It’s kind of an unofficial party, I guess.”

The blonde Nuke had sent to get Jasmine something to eat returned with a sandwich and a bottle of beer. “Thank you,” Jasmine replied. The blonde just nodded and walked away.

“So how many of these women, including you, are hating on me right now?” Jasmine asked as she inspected her ham sandwich.

“Hmmm, quite a few, I would suspect,” Zoe answered honestly with a slight laugh. “That blonde girl with the blue streaks in her hair, she walked through here a little while ago. They were together when I came here for the first time. I remember because he was banging her on the stairs. Then there’s Sara, that strawberry blonde.” She pointed into the next room.

Jasmine could see the back of a woman leaning against the edge of a wall. “Kelly, Jenna, Vicky. That girl over there wiping down the stripper pole. I can’t remember her name. I’m pretty sure she’s at least given him head. That brunette.” She pointed to the woman that had approached Nuke moments earlier. “I know for fact he hooked up with her, then there’s…”

“Stop! I’m sorry I asked.” Each girl was petite, with big breasts, and very pretty. She looked like hell, and she felt even worse, but he had just slipped his cock out of her, not them. She tried to remind herself of that fact.

Zoe sat down in a nearby chair. “It doesn’t matter what we feel. He wants you. We have to respect that. None of us want to feel the wrath of Nuke.”

“I’ve never seen his wrath. He’s never hurt me.”

“You’re lucky. It’s scary as hell when he’s angry. Can I ask you something?”

“Sure,” Jasmine said, before taking a tiny bite of the sandwich.

“How did you do it?”

“Do what? Fight that Grave Walker off?”

Zoe shook her head. “How did you get Nuke to be your man? I’ve been here for almost two years. I can’t get one of these guys to even consider me.” She looked around the room, then back to Jasmine. “I don’t want to be a Snake Swallower my whole life.” She shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know what I’m doing wrong.”

Jasmine’s dislike for Zoe faded slightly as she felt sorry for her, but she sure as hell wasn’t going to help her steal her man, either. “If I told you, I’d have to kill you!” Jasmine joked. She might not kill her, but she’d damn sure beat the hell out of her if she tried to take Nuke away. “I’m probably the last person you need to ask about the Hells Vipers.”

Zoe laughed. “I don’t blame you. I wouldn’t tell me anything either,” she snickered again.

“Now I have a question for you,” Jasmine said. “What’s up with the signs on the back of the doors? ‘Hells Vipers only, do not open’? What’s that all about?”

“Security. We can’t open the doors. It has to be done by full patch members only.”

“What do you mean, we can’t open the doors?”

“Club rules, sweetie. It’s just how things are run around here.”

“Those are on all of the doors right?”

“Yes,” Zoe said.

Jasmine sighed with relief. “That actually makes me feel more secure here. It means no one they disapprove of will get inside. That’s a good thing after the day I’ve had.”

There was music playing now, and it was getting louder; so were the people. Jasmine looked over at Nuke, who was in a deep conversation with Pipe and someone that Zoe had told her was Vince. “The bathroom is down that hallway, correct?”

“Yes,” Zoe answered.

Jasmine got up to leave the room. The rush from going from a sitting to a standing position with alcohol and very little food in her caused her to stumble slightly. It would not be a good first impression if she vomited all over the clubhouse. It was bad enough that she had passed out when she got there.

“You want me to go with you?” Zoe called out to her.

“No, I’m good.”

She found the bathroom that Nuke had taken her to when she arrived at the clubhouse. Once inside, she splashed some cold water on her face. She leaned against the wall, shaky and tired. This had to be the longest day in history.

Her eye was almost swollen shut. She drank some water from the faucet. Once she’d had enough, she walked out and right into a huge man wearing an 822 supporter shirt. “Oh God, I’m so sorry!” she exclaimed as she scooted out of his way.

“No problem.” He gripped her by the arm, stopping her journey down the hallway. “I haven’t seen you here before. They call me Guzzler. Pretty bad shiner you got there.”

His name should have been Grizzly because that’s what he looked like. A big huge bear that was ready to devour her. “Guzzler, nice to meet you.” This felt bad, and she instantly knew it. She pulled free of his clutches, but he was right behind her as she headed back to the main area of the clubhouse. “Hey!” he called out.

She stopped and turned around. “I’m Nuke’s old lady.”

Guzzler looked her up and down. “Oh yeah, I heard about you. Sorry, no disrespect,” he mumbled and turned around to head into the bathroom.

Jasmine stood there for a moment. Then she smiled, even though it hurt. “I could get used to this,” she said to herself as she walked back into the main room. She walked over to Nuke and grabbed him around the waist. “Are you winning?”

“Pffftt, he can’t beat me!” Pipe smirked.

“I’m letting him win,” Nuke said and kissed her eye. He sipped on a beer as he sat down, pulling Jasmine onto his lap. His arm cradled her as she leaned over onto his shoulder.

“You give up?” Pipe joked.

“Let the prospect take over,” Nuke replied. Nuke motioned to one of the prospects,
who rushed over. “Win my money back,” he commanded the prospect.

“Is that prospect the medic?” Jasmine asked.

“No, he’s outside guarding the gate. That prospect there is called Ice.”

“Is he called that because of his white blonde hair?” Jasmine questioned.

Nuke laughed. “No, he’s always complaining about being cold. You holding up alright? Do you need to go lay back down?”

“Maybe in a little bit,” she lied as she softly kissed his ear. She was in his world now and no matter how crappy, she wanted him to do what was natural when he was at the clubhouse.

“I’m still fucking horny. Reach down and rub my cock.”

She began massaging his cock through his jeans when two more Hells Vipers members walked over and joined their tiny group.

“Jasmine, that’s Tech and Gene,” Nuke introduced her as he nuzzled her neck.

“Hello,” she said and attempted to move her hand, but he stopped her.

“The ginger root girl!” Tech said with a dirty smile.

Jasmine closed her good eye for a moment and let out a groan. “Is there anyone that doesn’t know that?”

Nuke shrugged. “They’re envious!”

“So, Jasmine,” Pipe called over to her, “do you know how to
twerk?”

“Pipe!” Nuke moaned. “Really dude?”

Jasmine laughed so hard it hurt her ribs even more. “You think I know how to twerk because I’m black?”

“Well, yeah! Black chicks and
Miley Cyrus.” He winked at her.

“Actually yeah, I do,” she said, starting to feel better despite her injuries.

“You’ve been holding out on me,” Nuke pretended to scold her. “You got to do that for me when you’re up to it.”

Pipe nodded his head at her as he lit a cigarette. “Cool, she’s a keeper,” he said to Nuke. “You got a twin?”

“No, sorry,” Jasmine replied.

One of the girls that Zoe mentioned about having a relationship with Nuke walked over with a tray of beers and shots. She put them down on a nearby table and gave Pipe a beer. Pipe turned and smiled at Jasmine as he gripped the girl by her hair and pushed her down onto her knees.

“Welcome to the clubhouse, Jasmine!” Pipe raised his bottle in a cheer.

The girl didn’t protest or put up any struggle. He didn’t even have to tell her what to do. She automatically took out his cock and began sucking him down her throat.

“Does that bother you, seeing one of your ex-girlfriends with another man?” she turned to Nuke and asked.

“You know the club gossip already, huh?” he snorted. “She was never my property. I could care less who she screws.”

“Did you share your ex-wife?” she asked as Tech got behind the girl, pushed her skirt to the side and stuck himself inside her. Watching them was turning her on.

“Yeah, I did” Nuke replied as he finished off his beer. “I was a different man. I’m not sharing you. The thought of some guy, even one of my brothers, sticking their dick in you makes my blood boil. Tell me the truth: is this bothering you?” Nuke asked.

“No,” Jasmine responded, “it’s like free porn.”