The MC Sinners Series 2 - Heaven's sinners (7 page)

He tilts his head to the side, and slides his fingers up, cupping her breast. He knows what he’s doing to me, he knows exactly how this will feel, and he’s rubbing it in. Part of me, a small part, wonders if he knew I’d come in here. He’s so determined to make me hate him, and he’s doing a fine job at it. He continues to thrust his hips, and Blondie seems to forget I’m there. She drops her head back, and thrusts her breast into his hand. He begins fucking her harder, and I can see the pleasure in his eyes as he watches me. I am so incredibly angry at how cold he’s behaving right now, but there’s no way in hell he’s seeing that.

I want to give him an angry reaction. I’d love nothing more than to lift a bottle of wine, and thrust it at his head, but that’s what he wants. He’s so sure hurting me is the way to get rid of me, so sure I’ll run away crying and hate him forever. God he’s wrong, all he’s doing is making me that much more determined. I’m wild with rage, how dare he bring a girl in here to try and piss me off. How fucking
dare
he! He won’t get the desired reaction from me though, hell no, he’s going to get a dose of his own medicine. I let a slow, sexy smirk creep across my lips, and I see his eyes widen in a moment of confusion. Yeah, that’s right baby, that isn’t the reaction you wanted is it. Let’s see how this goes down.

I lift my hand, letting him get a clear vision of it, then I splay my fingers, and I place it over my breast. Spike’s eyes widen, but I continue, making out that his reaction doesn’t affect me at all. I slide my fingers down my chest and over my belly, and then I slip them up my shirt. I find my own hardened nipple, and I pinch it. A whimper escapes my throat, and Spike begins thrusting harder. It’s affecting him, and that’s exactly what I want. I know how kinky Spike is, and I know how much he likes that bit of extra something to get him over the edge.

I move my other hand, sliding it up my thigh, and under my skirt. Spike growls loudly, and makes the girl in his grips scream as he tightens his grip on her breast. I’m aroused, I feel it the moment my fingers graze my panties. I spread my legs a little, and run my fingers up and down, before slipping them inside and finding my slick heat. I know Spike has a glimpse of my exposed flesh, not enough for a full view, but enough to let his imagination run wild.

I tilt my head back, exposing my long, lean neck, and I moan loudly as I begin to stroke my aching clit. Spike makes a hissing sound, and the slapping of his skin against Blondie gets louder and louder as he picks up his pace. I lift my head up, and meet his gaze. I can see he’s close, it’s written all over him. His face is tight, the veins in his neck are bulging, and his thrusting is becoming urgent. I know how much Spike likes to watch, and that’s why he’s so aroused. If I stop right now, he’ll struggle to find his pleasure.

And that’s exactly why I stop right as he’s about to come. His eyes widen, and he makes a pained wincing sound as I remove my fingers from my throbbing flesh, pop them into my mouth, and lick my arousal off. Then I spin, gripping a bottle, and flashing him a grin. I walk out of the room to the sounds of his loud, angry, cursing. Spike might think hurting me is the best way to push me out of his life, but what he didn’t add into his little plan, is that I’ve thought of every possible thing he can do, and I’ve made sure I have something to throw back at him. I say bring it, biker. I decided I’m going to fight, and when I fight, I don’t back down.

That’s three for Ciara, and none for Spike.

H
aving no money sucks. It really sucks. Five days in, and I’m living on the cheapest food, and my car is just about out of gas. In fact, it’s so close that I’m fairly sure I’ll only just make it home after my shift tonight, which I might add, is a crappy one. Jenny is moody, Joe is away and the bar is packed. I’ve been here for eight hours, and I’m far, far over it. My shift finished an hour ago, but the girl who was meant to take over is late. Seriously, how do some people hold jobs? I couldn’t afford to be late. Truly, an hour’s worth of pay can mean extra food, an extra few miles in my car - hell, maybe a treat once in a while.

“She’s here,” Jenny grumbles into my ear.

I turn and see Susie coming through the door. She’s hungover, I can see it a mile away. Too bad for her. I’ve been here all day and I need to go home, shower, and snuggle up with my cat and watch a tragic movie. I’m in one of those moods.

“Thank god,” I sigh, turning on my aching feet and heading out back.

I dress quickly, pulling on a pair of old shorts and a tank. I grip my purse, my keys and phone, then I spin on my heel and head back out. I wave to Jenny and Susie, but they don’t notice because Susie is getting her head chewed off by Jenny. Good; the girl needs to learn some better work ethics. I slip past the customers and out the front door. I find my car, slide in and start it up. The cooling kicks in right away, and I sit for a moment, just letting it wash over me. While I do this, I stare down at the little arrow that shows me how much gas is left. It’s gone below empty but my car is pretty good on gas, so I’m almost sure it will make it home without a problem.

I get driving, and am halfway home when the car begins to splutter. That’s fucking Murphy’s Law! My eyes widen and I curse loudly as it begins to slow down. You’ve got to be fucking kidding me? This is
NOT
happening right now. As she comes to a complete stop, I manage to just get her off the road. I get out, letting off a frustrated bellow. I kick the tire so hard I hurt my toe, badly. Hobbling, I grip my hair and yell loudly to the sky. God dammit. I’m ten miles from home, it’s dark, late and the chances of anyone coming past in the next few hours is slim at this time of the night. Dammit, fuck my stupid mistakes. If I didn’t trash the bar, I would have been paid and my car would have enough damn gas! Fuck.

I get back in, turning the key. She splutters, but doesn’t start. Tears well in my eyes, and my chest begins to ache. Why is this happening to me? God dammit. I had a good fucking life. I get out of the car again, kicking the door closed. I hobble into the trees angrily, hot tears running down my cheeks. There’s little to no cell phone service here, so I have to walk to try to get some. My toe is throbbing, and my heart hurts. When did my life go so wrong? I had it all worked out. I was dating, I was getting ready to go to school, I was finding my happiness...and then Chey died and everything spiraled out of control. I tilt my head up to the sky, and I scream.

“Why did you go and fucking die, Chey? Why? You left so much destruction behind. You left people broken. They blame me, you know? It’s my fault! I was the one who brought Spike home! They don’t smile anymore,
he
doesn’t smile anymore. Why did you have to go and fuck everything up? You always were so selfish! Everything had to go your way! I had a life, I was going to college, I was going to meet a nice man and be happy but then you went and died. Now everything is fucked up, everything is broken and here I am, on the side of the road, because I can’t afford gas. Damn you, Cheyenne,
DAMN YOU
!”

I’m screaming so loudly I miss the sound of the Harley-Davidson. When I lower my head, I see him. The light from his bike illuminates him, and he just stands there, arms crossed, watching me scream at nothing. Of course he’d be the fucking one to stop. Of course! Tears blur my vision, but I can see the pain in his face, even through them. My heart hammers, and I hate that he’s seen me like this - vulnerable, angry and alone. He continues to see the weak parts of me. My breathing is heavy, my chest rises and falls dramatically. It takes me a moment to calm myself enough to speak, and when I do it comes out as a broken rasp.

“Fuck off, Spike. I don’t need you here.”

“What the fuck are you doin’ out here, alone, at this time of the night?” he says, his voice raspy, too.

“My car ran out of gas!” I scream at him. “Because you and your friends trashed the bar and I had to pay for it. I can’t even afford to put fucking gas in my car!”

I laugh now, but it’s not a happy, cheerful laugh. It’s a broken, “go figure” laugh. Spike’s eyes scan my body, as if checking for injury. His eyes settle on the leg I’m lifting just slightly off the ground because it hurts so badly.

“You’re hurt.”

“I kicked my car, it’s fine.”

“Get on the bike, and I’ll take you home.”

“Fuck you!” I hiss.

He crosses his arms. “Swear at me as much as you like, I ain’t leavin’ you here alone.”

“Why do you keep coming to my rescue, Spike? You don’t even like me. Stop wasting my time, and yours. Just leave me alone.”

“I wasn’t comin’ to your rescue, I was ridin’ past and saw a car with the doors open and no one in it. Didn’t know it was yours till I heard you screamin’.”

“Whatever. I’m going to call Cade, or Addison...I don’t need your help.”

“Cade and Addi are out of town.”

“Well I’ll call Jackson!”

“What for? I’m already here?”

I throw my hands up and snarl, “Because I don’t want you here! Because I don’t want to go anywhere near you. Because I fucking hate you, Danny!”

He jerks, and his eyes widen, as though I have slapped him across the face. He’s shocked. Well good, I don’t care anymore. I’m sick of fucking caring for someone who just refuses to see it. He’s so determined to push me away.

“This is all your fault!” I continue, my voice sounding choked up. “It’s all your fault! Yours and hers. You two were so selfish, you never thought of anyone else. I have no home, no family, because they don’t want me in their lives because I’m not good enough! Because I’m not Cheyenne!”

“I’m not the only fuckin’ selfish one. You are too, Ciara. You fucked off, you never even gave me a motherfuckin’ chance. We were friends, and you fucked me over as much as I fucked you over.”

“We were never friends!” I bellow. “I was just a way to get to Cheyenne. You fucked me, to get to Cheyenne.”

“That’s fuckin’ bullshit!” he roars. “It’s fuckin’ bullshit! I cared about you long before she came into the picture. What do you call all those times we spent together? I didn’t fuckin’ know her then. We were friends before her, and it didn’t fuckin’ matter to you when you stood in that courtroom and told the judge I was a piece of shit!”

“You are!” I scream, shaking. “You are such an asshole Spike. You saw her, and suddenly I didn’t matter. We were friends, you’re right, but that didn’t matter to you when you fucked me to get back at her!”

“That’s not the only motherfuckin’ reason I did it!” he snarls, clenching his fists.

“Really, well why did you do it then? Did you feel like popping a fucking cherry?”

“I did it ‘cause I fuckin’ wanted to. I didn’t fuckin’ know you were a fuckin’ virgin! God dammit, Ciara. You think you know every fuckin’ thing!”

“You’re such a liar! You lie so much you forget what it is you started lying about. Don’t you dare try and tell me you didn’t know I was a virgin. You knew I wasn’t seeing anyone, we were friends for years. You
KNEW!”

“I didn’t fuckin’ know!”

I storm towards him, only to realize my foot is still throbbing. I trip as soon as my weight falls on it and I stumble, going ass over head into the dirt, hurting my toe further. That does it for me. I scream angrily and pummel my fists into the dirt. I am so sick of this hurt, so sick of feeling like everything is because of me, everything is my fault, everything that went wrong, is on me.

“I was never enough for you,” I rasp. “I cared about you. Fuck Spike, I loved you. But you didn’t fucking see me. You just saw her. I was never pretty enough, never good enough, I couldn’t compare. You didn’t even kiss me! Do you know that? You fucked me, you put your tongue in my pussy, your mouth on my breasts but you didn’t fucking kiss me. Not once. That’s how much respect you showed me that night!
NONE
!”

He takes an angry step forward and reaches down, gripping my shoulders and hurling me up so I’m flat against him. The emotion between us right now is huge, it’s consuming me, making my heart hurt, making my head ache. I hate that I want him so much. I love that I have him right now. I fucking love and hate everything that’s happening.

“That what this is fuckin’ about? That I never fuckin’ kissed you?”

“It’s about so much more, but you can’t fix what you did now. It’s done.”

“Can’t fix that, can fix this.”

He leans down, and his lips are on mine before I can protest. My mouth opens as a strangled gasp leaves it. I flinch, and a flood of warmth travels through my veins, making my entire body feel like it’s on fire. I shudder as he presses his mouth harder against mine. His lips are soft and full, his body large and firm as he presses himself against me. My hands are limp beside me. I can’t move, I’m like a rag doll in his arms. His tongue finds mine and fireworks explode in my head; I’m almost sure I see stars. Then suddenly, my hands come to life, and I thrust them into his hair, tugging him closer. My mouth is devouring his, my tongue dancing with his in hungry, angry strokes. He growls and presses a hand to my lower back, pressing my body up against his hard erection. I untangle one of my hands from his hair, and run it down his firm back. I slip it under his shirt and feel his hot, hard skin. It’s taut, and his muscles bunch as I slide my fingers up, feeling every inch of his muscled flesh.

Then his mouth is off mine, and I’m stumbling backwards. He’s reeling backwards just as quickly, his eyes confused. He’s panting so heavily I can see his chest is rapidly rising and falling. His eyes are wild, like he’s just made a huge mistake.

I press my fingers to my swollen lips. Did that just happen? Did Spike just...kiss me? I’ve never been kissed like that in my entire life, not once. That kiss, it was a kiss of passion. It was real, beautiful, gut wrenching, soul shattering...but mostly, it was mind fucking. What did it mean? Spike’s fists are clenched, and his eyes are a mix of anger and lust.

“Now we’re even. Get on the bike,” he rasps.

He just kissed me to make it even? My heart falls. Everything in my world stops as pain washes through my chest.