Wild: Tiger's Blood MC (12 page)

“But you can’t go with the enemy, either,” I practically exploded. “What don’t you fucking understand about that?”

Lydia furrowed her brow. “You don’t have to be such a bitch about it,” she said. “I get it, Anya was dumb. But what if I fall in love with someone and then he turns out to be in another MC?”

“You leave the Amazons,” I said sharply. “You can’t split your loyalty like that. It’ll ruin both clubs, it’ll tear them down until we have no more room for fighting. This is already causing so much tension, I can’t believe it. I couldn’t believe how Vero just tried to start an uprising against me,” I muttered. “And yet somehow, this is all
my
fault because I’m the president!”

Lydia stared at me. “I wish things weren’t like this,” she said sadly, wiping her mouth. “I hate fighting with everyone. I wish it had never happened.”

“Me, too,” I muttered. Lydia got up and walked away. I stared at my feet, at the concrete floor, at anything other than the girls. I was so angry and sick of this bullshit. Every time I started to feel better, it flew back up in my face like something horrible that I couldn’t ever run away from. Even worse, I
did
feel responsible. I didn’t feel like I was to blame for Lydia’s assault, but ever since I’d run into Elliot again, I couldn’t get my complicated feelings for him in check. It was like he was always there, lurking and threatening to expose me as someone other than who I pretended to be. Part of me was worried that he’d figure out my true identity. The other part of me almost
wanted
him to.

I threw my bottle in the trash and got ready to go out with Vero. She was meeting the Russians outside of the city, in the same location where Tiger’s Blood would be doing the gun sale on Saturday. I pulled on a pair of my favorite leather chaps and paired them with a black jacket and a hat that concealed most of my hair. I knew that Vero and I always made a pair riding together—my petite stature next to her muscular body. This was one time where we really couldn’t afford to have anyone look at us.

“Are you ready to go?” Vero walked up and glanced down at me with the same smug look she’d had on her face ever since we’d voted on the cops. My stomach churned with anger and anxiety.

“Ready as ever,” I mumbled. “Come on.”

Vero and I were silent as we mounted our bikes and backed off the Amazons’ property. The night was dark and there were no stars in the skies; clouds rumbled overhead as we made our way through the blinding, humid blackness.

“It’s gonna be a rough night,” Vero said. She smiled in the dark and I saw her white teeth glistening. “You up for this?”

I frowned and growled. “Why the fuck wouldn’t I be up for this?” I snarled loudly. “You know I want revenge.”

Vero actually laughed. “Why don’t you go see about Calvin?” she asked in a mocking tone. I had to fight the urge to punch her again. It seemed that maybe our fight hadn’t actually solved anything. I decided that when this was all over, Vero and I wouldn’t be friends again. I’d try to kick her out of the club and regain control, but it was looking like it was going to be a hell of a fight.

“I’m coming with you,” I growled loudly. “I need to see these Russian fucks and know they’re serious.”

Vero gunned her bike into gear and led the way out of the parking lot. In irritation, I sped up and overtook her path. The president
always
rode first; it was part of our MC code. But trying to ride in front of me was just one more way that Vero wanted to humiliate me. Seething, I sped forward and raced down the dark road.

I couldn’t stop thinking about Elliot. His name and Calvin’s kept swirling through my mind. I remembered the way I’d treated Anya and a little bubble of guilt rose through my body. What if I was no different? What if I was just like her? I realized that I’d been ready to throw Vero under the bus just because of how Elliot had reacted to the story of Lydia’s assault. If I stormed in and then backed down because of whatever stupid loyalty I still felt towards Elliot, then I wasn’t a good leader.

By the time we got to the middle of the desert, it was dark. Vero pulled up beside me. “Listen,” she said in a low voice. “I know we’ve had our problems lately, Sephy. And I don’t wanna fight anymore. But you gotta let me down this on my own.” She flexed her hands and cracked her knuckles.  “I have a plan, you know.”

I let out a deep sigh. “Are you trying to fuck me over again? Or do you
really
have a plan?”

Vero’s eyes flashed anger in the darkness but a dark laugh bubbled up from her throat. “I have a real plan,” she said. “Just watch.”

I stayed by the bikes and watched as Vero swaggered over to the Russians. There were three of them there. I didn’t recognize any of the Tiger’s Blood guys and took that to mean they’d left Calvin behind. A ripple of discontent went through me. Would he be okay? And why did I even care?

“Hi, boys,” Vero greeted the men. She sat down on the ground in front of them and stared. “I heard y’all are having a little conference on Saturday.”

The biggest of the men laughed. “I’m Dima,” he said. “Where did you get our information from?”

Vero shrugged in the moonlight. The men were obviously taken with her; they couldn’t drag their faces away from her muscular body. She stretched like a cat and yawned. “I heard it from a little bird,” she said softly. “A little bird named Tiger’s Blood.”

Dima laughed. “And you think you can harm those big bad bikers?” He leaned down in Vero’s face. “Those men would eat you for lunch, sweetheart,” he said in a thick Russian accent. “And we don’t do business with pussy.”

I cringed at the use of the crude word but Vero sat up, her back straight as a ramrod. “I don’t talk to men who treat me like a pussy,” Vero said smugly. “So you better talk to me as a woman, or I’ll make sure Tiger’s Blood dies before they pay you what they owe.”

Dima’s eyes bulged. Inside, I cheered for Vero. My mouth was dry and my heart was clanging in my chest as I watched her. Part of me wondered if the men knew I was there. The other part of me didn’t care; they were ruthless scum just like the Tiger’s Blood guys and it didn’t matter whose loyalties we played to.

“The woman, she has spirit,” another one of the Russian guys said under his breath. Dima chuckled and stepped forward.

“So, you want to show me how seriously you take this?”

I could only watch as Vero crawled over to Dima and wrapped her muscular, sinewy arms around his waist. Dima looked down with a grin on his face as Vero unfastened the snap of his jeans and tugged them down, exposing his sharp hipbones. Leaning forward, Vero licked at the skin until Dima threw his head back and rolled his eyes into his head.

“That’s good,” Dima muttered. He reached down and tangled his hand in Vero’s shiny hair. “Keep going.”

Vero scooted closer and pulled Dima’s pants all the way down. Watching her work, I couldn’t help but get a little turned on. It was all too easy to imagine that I was the one kneeling in front of Dima, holding his cock in my hand and breathing on it. Vero pulled Dima’s hard erection from his boxers and lowered her mouth to it. She blew on him softly and then began pumping his cock up and down until Dima was moaning with pleasure. I watched carefully as Vero licked the hard tip of his cock, closing her eyes and humming as she took the first few inches into her mouth.

“Oh yeah,” one of the other Russians cried loudly. “This is awesome!”

“Shut up,” Dima said in a lazy voice. “More,” he commanded Vero. Dima jerked his hips forward, shoving his cock all the way down Vero’s throat. She masterfully moved her hand up and down the shaft, all while sucking like a pro. As Vero moved her body up and down in time with Dima’s thrusts, Dima reached down and began to fondle Vero’s breasts through her shirt. She moaned loudly.

“Guys,” Dima said. “You have to try this. She’s amazing.” He glanced down at Vero with passion in his eyes. She bobbed her head up and down on his cock, eagerly sucking and wrapping her free arm around his waist to pull him close. One of the other men shoved his hand down his own pants and started to jack off as he watched. I felt the area between my legs grow moist and damp.
Stop it, you fucking sicko
, I thought to myself.
You’re watching your best friend give some stranger head. This isn’t hot, it’s creepy!
But I couldn’t turn the delicious sensations in my body off. The more Vero pleasured Dima, the more I thought about Elliot and the way I’d used to pleasure him.

“Grace,” Elliot groaned loudly. His hands tangled in my hair and yanked my scalp until it was almost painful. “Grace, don’t stop!”

I was on my knees, kneeling on the ground and sucking Elliot’s cock. His jeans were around his ankles and my hands were cupping his balls and stroking his shaft as masterfully as I could manage. In my mouth, his rock-hard erection was pulsing and twitching with pleasure. I closed my eyes, savoring the salty, musky taste of Elliot’s skin. I wanted to bury my face in his crotch and inhale, to keep that smell with me forever. It was the smell of lust, the smell of Elliot’s own desire for me.

“Oh, Grace,” Elliot moaned, louder than ever before. Pleasure and greed shot through me and I continued sucking as hard as I could. “I’m gonna come! Don’t stop!”

I grabbed onto Elliot and pulled him close, putting my lips over my teeth and sucking until I thought I’d bruise the surface of his tender cock. As he began to spasm and twitch, I swallowed his cock into my throat and moaned softly, hoping the vibrations would please Elliot even further. My knees ached from the ground but I didn’t care; I was pleasing my man, and I wouldn’t stop until he was finished.

As Elliot grunted and thrust his hips against my face, I felt the hot cum begin to trickle and spew from the tip of his cock. It gushed against my throat in sticky ropes and I swallowed it all, savoring the taste of him. Elliot always tasted perfectly: salty and a little sweet, not too bitter. I loved doing anything I could to please him, and sucking him off was no exception
.

When I opened my eyes, my hands were in my panties and I was moaning softly. My clit was hard and swollen and my hand was almost numb from rubbing myself so intently. Vero was on her knees in front of one of the other guys. Dima was standing there with a dazed look on his face, rubbing his crotch. His jeans were back up and he was glancing down at Vero with less interest than before.

Vero finished; the other guy moaned loudly and stepped back. Vero leaned over and spat a mouthful of cum on the ground.

“I’m ready to go,” she said softly, in the same flirtatious voice as before. “And you know I’ll be here on Saturday, ready to waste those Tiger’s Blood assholes.”

Dima laughed, throwing his head back. “You get ’em, tiger. We’ll be here.”

Vero smiled and turned her back, walking towards me. Quickly, I wiped my hand off on my jeans.

“That went well,” Vero said as she climbed on her bike. “You see how easy those men are to manipulate?”

I shrugged. I didn’t necessarily approve of what Vero had done. When I got into the MC game, I didn’t like the idea that women were responsible for sex. No, I wanted things to be even and on the same playing field as they were with me. I wanted our currency to be just that: money. I didn’t want to get a reputation for what Vero had just done.

“That could have been handled in another way,” I said sharply, forgetting how much it had turned me on. Already, Elliot and his hard cock were shoved out of my mind. These days, it felt like my heart and my brain were at war. And sometimes I didn’t think they’d ever be reconciled again.

“It was something,” Vero said with a smirk. “You just don’t wanna take my advice, Sephy. But sometimes you gotta get down and dirty with those men. That’s the only way they’d ever respect me.”

I frowned. “I don’t think respect is the right word. We need to know that we can trust them. I don’t give a shit about respect unless it’s coming from my girls.”

Vero laughed again. “And they didn’t say a goddamn word about Calvin, either. I knew you were hoping to hear something. What are you gonna tell Anya?”

I revved my bike into gear and pulled the helmet over my head. “I’m gonna tell her that he’s gonna be fine,” I said smoothly. “Because that’s the truth, and you know it. They won’t hurt him, not when all that cash is riding on the line.”