Page 134 of Girth (Marked Skulls MC 1)
“Good girl,” I said, encouragingly to her and she cried out my name again.
I rocked into her faster, deeper and I could feel the mattress shaking under us. I could feel the ball of firing rolling around inside me and I made her tangle her legs around my waist. I needed to hold on to something, and I found her waist and I gripped it tightly.
Brooklyn seemed motionless as I took over her body. She arched her back and tried to move her hips, but I was holding her in position. She was coming. I could feel her body shivering, the look in her eyes as she came for me and I wanted to feel the release as well.
It hit me, and I let my wild need for Brooklyn take over. I didn’t slow down, and my hips jerked as I pumped into her furiously, emptying myself, draining my burning heat into her.
When I was done, I rolled over on top of her and we were both smiling at each other.
“Good morning,” she said in a pleased happy voice and I kissed the tip of her nose.
“A very good morning to you too,” I said and she licked her lips. I could feel the mingling of our sweat together. The sheets were lying tangled up around us, but I didn’t want to get up or start the day. I wanted to lie in bed all day, have her in my arms, watch her naked body as she slept.
“I have to go home and get ready for work,” Brooklyn said and I released my grip on her. She threw back a look at me, to smile as she stood up, hauling the bedsheets with her. She was clutching them tightly to her breasts, suddenly shy, despite the things we had done just minutes ago.
Her ass was bare and I watched it as she walked around my room, picking clothes off the floor.
“Brooklyn,” I said her name and she turned to look at me. “Let’s go out on a proper date tonight,” I said.
Her green eyes widened, she had a look on her face that said that she was trying to make a quick decision.
“A proper date?” she asked and I smiled.
“A real one,” I replied.
“Like maybe we can get to know each other a little?” she asked and placed her hands on her hips. The bedsheets fell away from her body and I saw her, in all her naked glory again and in that moment, I would have agreed to anything.
“Yes,” I said and she smiled and it spread straight to her eyes.
***
Brooklyn hadn’t been gone for fifteen minutes before my phone was beeping. I had been lying on my mattress, feeling refreshed after the night’s sleep I had. It was when I looked at my phone, that I realized I had been smiling this whole time.
It was Glock again, a message for me to meet up with the guys and I pressed my eyes closed. It was work. It would keep me busy. I was following in my family’s footsteps…but I wanted to spend a couple of minutes more thinking about Brooklyn.
I breathed in the scent she had left behind and smiled again at the thought of her. What was her day going to be like?
I wondered what she would have thought of me if she knew who I was. Who my family was and the things I had done, and the smile from my face vanished.
I shouldn’t have started this thing with Brooklyn in the first place.
Chapter 8
Brooklyn
I was giddy, feeling a wobble in my knees as I entered the diner for my morning shift. The previous night with Gunner had given me wind beneath my wings. I’d never thought that someone could make me feel this way. Make me forget my biggest losses. And yet, even though Luke was still in the back of my mind…I was happy today.
I had a smile on my face when I entered the diner, but it slacked immediately when I saw the guys sitting at their usual table. They didn’t all come in every morning, but they liked to drop in from time to time to check in on me. Viper and the others from the Dark Knights were sitting together in one of the booths and he waved when he saw me come in.
I was early, by at least twenty minutes and figured that the best way to get them to leave me alone would be to spend a few minutes with them before my shift started. I walked over to them, sensing the glow on my face and hoping that they wouldn’t notice.
“Where were you last night? I called you,” Viper said, shoving a big piece of pancake into his mouth. I watched as the syrup dribbled down his cheek and he wiped it up with his forefinger.
“I was out. With a friend,” I said, feeling my cheeks redden.
“A friend!” One of the guys said and the others made cooing noises as they smiled at each other. Viper had a grin on his face as well, but I could tell that he wasn’t enjoying the joke.
“Which friend?” he asked and I flipped a bunch of my curls off my shoulder and sat down at the edge of one of the seats, across from him. The guys scooted over to make space for me, and one of them offered me one of their milkshakes.
“You don’t know…her,” I said the last word just in time, but the others had noticed. They were laughing again, while Viper glared at me.
“Ya know, Rex was missing from the bar last night. It wasn’t him you were out with, were you?” one of them said and nudged another one’s ribs. I knew they were kidding around right now, but the jokes would soon turn serious if they knew the truth. I was still blushing, trying to avoid Viper’s deathly stare.
“Were you out with Rex?” he asked, even more serious now. I shook my head.
“No, I wasn’t,” I said and nervously knotted my fingers together on the table. I couldn’t believe they were capable of making me feel this guilty about something like this. Luke or my father would never have made me feel this threatened.
“And Blade left the bar early. It could be him too,” someone said and I watched in horror as Viper’s face darkened and he narrowed his eyes at me.
“Was it Blade?” he asked and I shook my head again.
“No, I told you…it was just someone…a friend,” I said and I smiled weakly while the others were still joking around.
“Will you get me a refill, sweetheart?” Pike said, handing me his glass that was empty of soda and I took it from him.
“Of course,” I said and stood up quickly, in a hurry to get away from them; especially Viper…because I felt like he could see right through me.
But I had barely managed to walk away, before I felt Viper’s steely grip on my wrist. He had whipped me around to face him.
“You’re seeing someone,” he said and I tried to muster courage from somewhere and hold my chin firmly up to him.
“It’s none of your business,” I told him and he tightened his grip on my wrist.
“Don’t be stupid, Brooklyn. It is my business and it is the club’s business. Who you date is very much our business,” he was speaking through gritted teeth and he had brought his face close enough to me so I could smell the stale beer on his breath. It nearly made me gag.
“Let go of me, Viper,” I snapped, trying to pull my hand away from him.
“Don’t be ungrateful, Brooklyn. We are looking out for you. I want to protect you. The rules are what they are to maintain loyalty,” he said, finally releasing my hand. I rubbed at my wrist where a bright red spot had appeared.
“And what rule is that?” I asked him, glaring at him with flared nostrils. I couldn’t believe he was treating me like this. I trusted him with my life, because Luke had…but this was too much. He was trying to control me. Just like the rest of the club.
“You’re not allowed to date anyone outside the MC. You know the rules, sugar. I don’t make them. I’m sure your daddy taught you well,” he said and his lips curled in an evil smile.
I could feel my chest rising and falling, as those words sunk in. Daddy had spoken to me about it years ago, in my teenage years and I hadn’t paid much attention to it then. He had said that the rule existed in order to keep the loyalty within the club, so that we all operated as one big family. But he had never objected when he saw me with guys outside the club. Not that there were many and neither were any of them serious, but daddy hadn’t taken that rule as seriously as Viper was taking it now.
“Come back to the booth when you get the refi
ll,” Viper said in a commanding voice and then he turned from me and walked back to the other guys.
I stared at them sitting together and gulped. How badly did I want to see Gunner again? Enough to risk his life and my freedom? These guys were capable of anything if they thought one of their women was under threat.
***
I was back to sitting with the group after getting the soda refill for Pike, and I tried not to look at Viper, even though he was constantly glaring at me.
The others had migrated from making jokes and guessing who I was out with the previous night; to talking about women in general.
“And the tits on her!” one of them said and I tried not to think too much about the way they were talking about women. I wondered then if Gunner was having breakfast somewhere with his friends and talking about me that way. Although, I couldn’t imagine him actually saying these words. Not after the way he had looked at me. I knew I might have been imagining it entirely, but I felt like we had a connection…we’d experienced a spark the previous night.
“She practically begged me and I was surprised by how tight she was. Like, she gets around you know,” Pike’s voice interrupted my thoughts and I felt a wave of nausea rise up in me at the thought of this poor woman, whoever she was, being talked about like this.
“It’s because she’s flexible. She can really stretch herself,” one of the others said and they all broke into a gut-wrenching laughter.
