Silver and Chrome: A Bad Boy MC Romance (5 page)

 

Bash’s
cock is pulsing inside of me, unloading into the protective rubber as I feel
the weight of him leaning down on top of me. His hand is still holding my
breast, but he’s not squeezing it anymore, thank God. I don’t think I could
take any more.

 

I
almost let out a whimper when he finally pulls back off and out of me. That was
a cock and a fuck I’m not likely to forget for a long time.

 

“Shit,
that was good,” Bash says from behind me. I can hear him pulling up his pants,
and then the sound of him collapsing down onto the black leather sofa that
takes up the entire one side of his office.

 

I
wonder how many girls he’s fucked on that. None of my business.

 

“You
have an amazing ass.”

 

I
just lay against the desk, still catching my breath as tendrils of excitement tickle
my extremities. I turn my head to look at him. He’s sitting on his couch, chest
moving as deeply as mine, staring at my bare flesh. I should pull my pants up,
but I’m not even sure I can move yet.

 

“You’re
welcome to stay for another round. Just give me a few minutes.”

 

As
tempting as that is, I don’t think my pussy can take another go with that
monster he calls a cock. Besides, now that the itch that brought me in here has
been scratched, I’m starting to wonder what the hell I was thinking coming here
at all.

 

This
isn’t me. I mean, I can see now what attracts Jackie to men like this. The raw
masculinity. The power. The sex. I get it. I wanted to change, but this is too
much. This guy is a motorcycle thug. Who knows what he might have done when I
got back here? It’s one thing to want to live an exciting life, but another to
just be stupid.

 

I’m
not ready for shit like this. I have a job interview on Monday, and it’s time
to get back to real life.

 

“As
tempting as that is, I’m going to have to pass.” I push myself off of the desk
and bend down to step back into my pants. I only hope I don’t have to walk out
of here bowlegged. At the very least, I have a story to tell Jackie that she’ll
never believe. I almost wish I could tell Edward about it, too. Just to see the
look on his face.

 

“Probably
a good idea,” he agrees. I search his face for a hint of what he means by that,
but his dark eyes give nothing away. His mouth is turned up at the corners ever
so slightly, but I have no idea if that’s his way of smiling or if it’s because
he’s trying to piss me off again.

 

At
any rate, it’s time I get out of here before he ruins the memory of great sex
by running his mouth again.

 

CHAPTER
FIVE

BASH

 

 

“Bash, where’d you run
off to, man?” Knox has a cigarette hanging from his thin lips. It’s burned down
far enough that the glowing tip is only barely visible past his bearded face. He
nods to a darkened corner. Jez is sitting on a stool with a few empty shot
glasses in front of her, glaring at me. “I think she’s pissed off about
something.”

 

There
were no promises made to Jez, but there was definitely an expectation about
what was going to happen tonight. And knowing her, she didn’t miss the fact
that when I disappeared into the back, it was with Blondie.

 

As
my thoughts drift back to her, I quickly glance over to the bar. Gone. The only
thing surprising about that is how disappointed I feel.

 

“I
think she was hoping to get some dick tonight.” Knox is still talking about
Jez. He has a thing for her, even if he’d never admit it. I know they’ve hooked
up a few times, but Jez isn’t the type to stick with one guy.

 

“I’m
not up for it anymore. Why don’t you offer up your own services?”

 

The
biker’s eyebrows raise, the excitement on his face masked mostly behind his
beard but I can still see it in his eyes. “You sure? It looked like you guys
were…”

 

“Nah,
I’m tired. I’m actually gonna hit the road. You’d do both of us a favor. She
wants some dick, and I want some shut-eye.”

 

Knox
pulls the butt from his mouth and grinds it down into the ashtray on the table.
“Done and done. Thanks, boss.”

 

One
last look around the bar confirms my suspicions that Blondie has left. She
probably grabbed her friend the second she got back out so she wouldn’t have to
face me. I doubt I’ll ever seen her face in here again.

 

Probably
a good thing. That girl was a fun diversion, but certainly a complication I
can’t afford in terms of anything long-term. Blondie is no Jez, a girl I can
just keep around as a side fuck and expect no more than a pouty face when she
gets ignored. A quick glance toward the back of the room tells me that I’m
already forgotten. Jez already has her hand in Knox’s pants as the two of them
re-familiarize themselves with each other’s tonsils.

 

Having
a girl that I can get serious with and not have to share with the club is a
nice little daydream, but it can’t be a reality. Not for me. Relationships mean
getting close, and getting close means letting someone into my life in ways I
just can’t allow. I’ve held on to my secrets for too long to risk them getting
exposed by someone else’s indiscretion. I’ve had too many close calls when I’ve
only had myself to worry about.

 

Besides,
even here on a Saturday night I can tell by the way she dresses that Blondie is
the corporate type. That means she’s an even bigger liability to me. Hell, just
fucking her was a bigger risk than I should have taken. But something about her
just pushed my buttons. If I hadn’t fucked her, I probably wouldn’t be able to
get her out of my head for days.

 

It
was great sex, but she did me a favor by leaving. Saved me the trouble of
having to go over there and try to piss her off enough to walk out.

 

 

“Bash, what’s up, man? Thanks
for last night, by the way. I don’t remember Jez being hornier. I think you
really worked her up.” Knox is leaning against the bar, cigarette hanging from
his lips, as usual. In the full light of Axle’s during the day, his long hair
seems greasy, as well as being tangled, and I can see ashes in his beard. There’s
definitely a reason why they keep the lights dim in a bar when it’s full of
customers looking for hookups.

 

“Spare
me the details. Where is everyone?”

 

Knox
cocks his head toward the door leading to the MC offices and meeting rooms. “Out
back by the loading dock. Apparently, a few of the guys made an early morning
score and they’re just rooting through the shit now to see what they got. Sounds
like a good haul.”

 

I
feel my teeth clamp together, but I keep my face as calm as possible.
What
the fuck did they steal this time?

 

I
don’t trust myself to say another word as I storm away, although I probably
give away my feelings by how hard the door to the back slams against the wall
behind it as I shove it open.

 

I
use the thirty seconds that it takes me to walk past the offices and out to the
loading dock to breathe deeply, trying to calm myself down. It doesn’t seem to
matter to these fucks what I’ve told them in the past, or what my plan is for
the future. Some of them just have bad blood, and the only way they can get off
is by wreaking havoc. Our club has flown under the radar, for the most part,
ever since I took over. Even before that, we were never true one-percenters. But
there are too many members these days that would love to see that change.

 

No
one notices me as I step onto the loading dock. There are five guys out here
already, all huddled around an open box and surrounded by even more unopened
ones that have already been unloaded from the back of a truck. The ramp of the
truck has been lowered down onto our dock, exposing even more crates inside.

 

Even
though the only view I have are five grinning and armored skulls facing back at
me from their cuts, I know exactly which of my brothers are in front of me.

 

“What
the fuck is this, Snake?”

 

My
vice president jumps up to his feet and turns around in surprise, while the
other brothers just turn their heads and nod at me before turning back to what
they’re examining. Most of them should know better as well, but Snake
definitely has no excuse for being involved in this. He’s very clear on what
our plans are. And yet his face betrays no sense that he’s done anything wrong.

 

“Hey,
Bash, didn’t hear you come in.” The cut above his eye from last night looks
like it might burst open at the slightest touch, and my fingers are itching to
test it out. I can feel them clench, but I don’t want to make a scene in front
of the others. Not yet, anyway. Not until I know exactly what’s going on.  Then
there might be a scene.  A bloody one.

 

“What
the fuck is this shit, and who the fuck told you guys to jack it?”

 

Snake’s
eyes dart back over to the box and he licks his lips. I know that he isn’t
completely on board with my long term plan, but stealing a truckload of shit is
almost complete opposition to it. Some might even call it mutiny.
Is he
trying to provoke me?
At least he’s starting to look nervous now.

 

“It
wasn’t me,” he says in a low voice, looking back at the guys as if to make sure
they aren’t paying attention. “Ripper went off last night all pissed off. Took
a few guys with him to blow off some steam.” He jerked his head toward the
brothers behind him and lowered his voice even further. “Couple of them. Anyway,
from what I can tell, they all got drunk somewhere outside of town. Near
Cicero, I think. Anyway, they eventually ran out of cash, and that’s when they
decided to stir shit up.”

 

If
I grind my teeth any harder, I’m worried I might hear one of them crack. I
slowly unclench my fist and bite off the next couple words. “Then what?”

 

“Usual
shit. Harassing people and whatnot. They may or may not have robbed a small
store, as well. But they were sober enough to take their cuts off, at least. They
told me that.”

 

I
let some breath out of my lungs, feeling it blow past my teeth. At least the
trouble they got into won’t be traced back to us then. Probably.

 

“Anyway,
they didn’t head back until morning. It was pretty early. But on the highway,
they passed this truck. I guess they decided they weren’t done causing shit. So
they forced the driver to pull over and open up the back. Ripper loaded his
bike and then drove the thing back here. He left the plates and the driver by
the side of the road. We figured we better still unload and dump the thing as
fast as possible, though.”

 

“Where
the fuck is Ripper now?” He’s lucky he isn’t one of the guys crouching a few
feet away or I would already have my foot up his ass.

 

“I
think he said he was going home to get some sleep. You know, being up all night
and all.” Snake was eyeing me as he played with his beard, digging his
fingernails into each link of the braid as he always did when he was nervous.

 

“Go
call him and tell him to get his ass in here. If he doesn’t answer, go the fuck
over there and drag him here if you have to.”

 

Snake
just nodded, but I could see the grin on his face before he turned. After what
happened between him and Ripper last night, I have a feeling he’ll skip the
phone call and go right to the dragging part. That’s fine by me.

 

The
four guys left are all relatively young. I don’t know which ones specifically
went with Ripper, but it doesn’t matter. I can’t fault them. If a senior member
tells you to ride, you don’t ask questions, you just go. Ripper is one of the
originals, and most of the young guys respect him, if only for that.

 

But
he knows as well as Snake that stealing a truck full of merchandise is not part
of our mandate. Not anymore, anyway, if it ever was. So doing it anyway is an
open ‘fuck you’ to me for embarrassing him last night. And that’s a piss poor
excuse.
Am I losing control of this MC?

 

That’s
a question that’s been on my mind a lot lately, but for now, I’m stuck dealing
with this. The stuff is already here. It’s not like we can give it back. We’ll
just need to get rid of it as quickly and quietly as possible.

 

Taking
a few more deep breaths to control my emotions, I walk forward to the men and
attempt to keep my voice calm. “Hey, boys, what do we got?”

 

“Bike
parts. High-end ones, from what I can tell.” Zane lifts a gleaming chrome tailpipe
in the air and waggles it as if to prove his words. “This is a good fucking
score, boss!”

 

High-end
motorcycle parts seems like a pretty coincidental score. I can feel the blood
in my face heat up and I walk past the guys on the dock toward the truck. The
loading dock for the bar isn’t that big. It was built for unloading cases of
whiskey and kegs of beer, not big boxes from a semi this big. That means in
order to see the side of the truck, I have to press myself right up against the
wall and edge myself out so that I can lean my head back enough to confirm what
I’m starting to fear.

 

The
bright sunlight is gleaming off of the white-walled side of the truck, and even
though I have to squint after the dimness of the closed off loading dock, the
big red letters are still very legible.

 

Piston,
Inc.

 

“Fuck!”
The growl comes loudly out of my mouth as I yank myself back in. All of the men
kneeling in front of the open box look up in surprise.

 

“What’s
wrong? Cops?” Half of them are on their feet as soon as Zane mentions the
police, and one of them starts to close up the box without even looking at me. Another
has a hand on his gun.

 

“If
it was the cops, were you planning on having a fucking shoot-out with them,
Jake?” I feel like cuffing the young recruit on the side of the head as I pass
him, but restrain myself. My anger isn’t directed at him. Even if he was one of
the ones that fucked me over by grabbing this truck. Hell, I can’t even really
blame Ripper. I mean, I will blame him. He stole the fucking truck, and I
guarantee that he knew and targeted it because of the fact that it was from
Piston.

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