Hell's Knights

“Jackson told me I would find you here,” I say, and he stops what he’s doing to turn and stare at me.

“If I wanted to be found,” he says, turning his spanner, “I wouldn’t be down here with the door closed.”

Well excuse me. I walk over and stop next to his bike. I run my fingers over the shiny paint. Cade stares at me, his head slightly tilted to the side. He drops his tools, and wipes his hands on his jeans before stepping in front of me.

“What do you want, sugar?”

Well, at least he’s calling me sugar, that’s a start.

“To apologize.”

He raises his brows. “Didn’t think you were the type to apologize.”

This just makes me angry. I’ve come in here to admit I’m wrong, yet he’s mocking me and playing games.

“You know what, if you’re going to be a jerk-off, I won’t apologize. Go fuck yourself, Cade.”

I turn, but he grips my arm and spins me back around. He presses my body to his, and I can feel his hot skin against what little of mine is exposed.

“You always run off when things don’t go your way?” he murmurs.

“I’m not a typical female, biker. I’m not going to get on my knees and beg for your forgiveness. I’m not going to follow you around hoping you will talk to me again. If you’re pissed at me, then I’m not going to fight to change it.”

“So fuckin’ stubborn,” he says, and wraps an arm around my lower back. He presses me even closer.

“Do you mind? Let me go.”

“I don’t mind at all, and no.”

“Cade…”

“Sugar…”

“You’re so fucking frustrating,” I protest, squirming.

“And you’re so fuckin’ gorgeous, tryin’ to fight me all the time.”

I stare up at him, and he looks down at me with a heated expression. I can see his lust, heck, I can feel his lust. It’s pressing against my belly, hard and pulsing.

“Let me go,” I say, though my voice has lost its spark.

“You don’t really want that, sugar.”

“Yes, I do. Don’t flatter yourself into thinking I want you, Cade. You’re attractive. I liked being with you, but that’s where it ends. I was only coming to apologize for being a bitch the other day, end of story.”

“Such a fuckin’ liar,” he says, in a husky tone.

He’s staring at my lips now. Dammit. Why does he have to look at me like that? It weakens my resolve.

“You’re living a delusional life, biker.”

He gives me a lazy half smile. “And you’re thinkin’ about my cock all deep and hard inside you.”

I attempt to roll my eyes, but I have no doubt I look extremely spastic. This would be because my breath hitches at the same time my eyes move. The reason? Cade’s hand is now covering my pussy. The sneaky bastard managed to slip it around when I was arguing. He’s cupping me, pressing just enough to give me tingles of pleasure.

“You know I’m right,” he growls. “I can feel how fuckin’ wet you are.”

“Delusional,” I rasp.

“You’d like it if I bent you over right now, slipped those jeans down and slid my cock into that delectable little cunt.”

I swallow and my cheeks heat. I want to answer, but my body is pulsing and all I can feel is his hand rocking over my pussy.

“Yo’ Cade!”

Before I know what’s happening, Cade steps back, and I sway on my feet. The door swings open and two bikers step in. I’m still learning all their names, but from what I can remember, it’s Yank and Quinn. I don’t know why they call the tall man Yank, but most of the bikers have a nickname. Though I haven’t heard them call Cade by one.

“What the fuck do you want?” Cade grumbles.

“Jackson needs to talk with you.”

Of course he does. I sigh and turn. “I’ll see you later.”

“Wait up, sugar,” Cade says, but I don’t stop – let him think I don’t care.

I smile the entire way back to the compound, though he will never know that.

*~*~*~

“Give us another round, girl.”

I turn, hands full, and see another biker wanting beer. The girl I’m working with tonight, Mindy, is late. Again. The bitch never shows up on time. The only reason she still has a job, is because Jackson can’t convince any normal woman to work with a bunch of rude, feral bikers. I juggle the drinks already in my hand as I place them down on the counter and slide them towards the waiting biker. He flashes me a quick grin, then turns away. I begin to gather the next order, feeling sweat trickle down my face as I become flustered with the amount of work I’m trying to squeeze in.

“Okay, where are we at?”

I turn to see Mindy walking in, tits bulging out of her white top, shorts so tiny her ass cheeks hang out. I sigh, roll my eyes and then snap, “Did you ever think of coming to work on time?”

She puts her hands up, flicks her blonde hair over her shoulder and widens her blue eyes. “Hey, I was busy.”

“What was it this time, Mindy? Your dog died? Your cat ate your budgie? Oh wait, what was it yesterday? Oh, that’s right, all the tires on your car blew off.”

She crosses her arms. “They actually did all burst, someone punctured them.”

“Well, maybe you should show up to work instead of causing trouble and people wouldn’t feel the need to puncture your tires.”