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  Corrupted Saints MC

  WINGER

  Book 4

  By: Kimberly I. Belle

  Chapter 1

  Winger

  “Shit! That feels amazing. Where have you been all my life?”

  This club bitch has the sweetest mouth that I’ve ever had sucking my dick. There’s nothing like an enthusiastic blow job. I love it when a bitch craves my cock. I look down at her, she has blonde hair, fake tits and gorgeous baby blues. I forgot her name, I think it was Kelly, maybe, I don’t give a fuck. I only mess with club whores once and move on. I never dip in the honey pot more than twice, otherwise they get clingy and start talking about becoming an old lady.

  My name’s Winger and I’m Road Captain for the Corrupted Saints MC. I make sure everything runs smoothly and swiftly on runs and jobs. I make sure all my brothers are safe, I haven’t lost anyone yet. They call me Winger because I can swoop in and out of a job like a bird with wings. I live and breathe for my MC.

  I can’t help but get lost in my thoughts with this bitch, she is sucking me dry. I grab the back of her head and start to face fuck her. She doesn’t even gag, hot damn. “That’s it. Take it baby,” I say.

  All I hear is her saying, “Mmmm.” She pops my dick out of her mouth. “Cum in my mouth Winger. I wanna taste you.”

  You don’t have to ask me twice, but I don’t let anyone have my spunk. These bitches are crazy. We caught one trying to steal my semen from a condom once. They are desperate. I pump my own dick and cum on my stomach while she looks up at me with her tongue sticking out.

  She pouts, “But I wanted to taste you.”

  “And I wanted to cum,” I say, smiling down at her. I pull up my jeans, tuck in my dick and zip it up. I grab a swig of my beer and try to head out to the bar in the clubhouse.

  I’m about to open the door in my room when the club whore yells out at me, “What about me?”

  “What about you?”

  “Aren’t you going to get me off?”

  “Not right now, I need to get to church. Duty calls.”

  She’s pissed. “That’s not fair.”

  “Nothing in life is fair baby, I’ll catch you later.” I open the door and walk to the bar before heading to church. Breaker, our President, called church tonight because we are going to open up a new business in town, but before we can, we need to do a few security runs for some high-profile people. In other words, he wants to organize a run where we protect some asshole in a cartel or some dirty politician. I hate doing that shit, but it’s what I’m good at and what brings in a lot of cash for the club.

  I push open the door for the room we hold church; I’m last, as usual.

  “Can’t you ever be on time fucker?” Tank, our VP, says chucking a water bottle at me.

  “I can’t help it if bitches can’t get enough of this,” I say pointing down my body.

  Pres hits the gable. “Alright fuckers, let’s get this meeting adjourned so I can get home to my woman and kid.” Pres has an old lady and so does our VP Tank and Sergeant at Arms Buzz. I don’t know how they do it. My bed’s never cold, I have a different lady in there every night. Never fuck a pussy twice and these shit heads are sticking with one.

  “So, the new bar is ready. We need to get that shit decorated and hire staff. Winger, I have a decorator that Charlotte knows from school, and she is going to meet up with you tomorrow morning. Don’t fuck it up and keep your dick in your pants. She is the best in the business, and I don’t want you screwing her.”

  “I can’t help it if women find me irresistible. I won’t make any promises, but I will make sure we get the bar ready,” I say. This bar and restaurant has been my baby from the beginning. I brought the idea to Breaker about a year ago; I could have funded the thing myself, but we are family and I want this to be a Corrupted Saints project. Our tiny little town has been flourishing lately, but we don’t have any restaurants for fine dining or bars except our strip club and the bakery.

  “Her name is Samantha Striker.” He hands me her business card. Very simple little card, not something I would expect from an interior designer.

  “Got it, what time should I be down there?” I ask.

  “9 a.m.”

  “Done.”

  “Anything else we need to discuss while we are here before Rock goes over financials?” Breaker says.

  Silence.

  “Very well, Rock, you got the floor.”

  Our resident financial man and techy never fucks with the club whores; I don’t know how he does it. I’m itching to get into something warm now. You could say that I have never found a woman that satisfies me, that exhausts me and makes me cum to kingdom come. I don’t think she exists.

  I’m broken out of my thoughts by Breaker. “As you may have figured out, we are making fucking bank on the strip club, tattoo shop and bike shop. We are increasing everyone’s cut of the pie by 10 percent. Enjoy it fuckers. Church adjourned.”

  Money has never been a problem for me. I know what it’s like to have nothing and now I have too much, more than I need.

  Everyone is making their way out of church. As soon as Tank and Buzz make it out of the door they beeline towards their old ladies. They are lucky fuckers, they both got women with curves to die for and brains to match.

  “You know you should try to settle down Winger, I see how you look at them.” It was Pres, coming up behind me. He’s always trying to get me to settle down.

  “Nah, Pres, I’m good. My bed’s always warm and I get variety. Why settle when I can have them all?” I say as I stick out my tongue.

  He chuckles, “Whatever makes you happy fucker. I will catch you later, I got my old lady and kid waiting for me at home.”

  “Later Pres.” We handshake hug, bumping chests. I watch him walk out and see few new club whores checking him out. They know not to mess with Breaker or any of the taken leadership. Better for me. These bitches itch for an old lady patch from leadership. What they don’t know is they will never get one from me.

  I see a hot little blonde at the bar. Fresh meat. I make my way over to her; I found my next bed warmer.

  Chapter 2

  Samantha “Sam”

  Ugh, where is this guy? Charlotte called me and said that her husband needed help decorating a new restaurant and bar in their small town. I jumped at the chance, wanting to get out of the big city for a while. My ex turned into a freaky stalker and ended up tarnishing my career and reputation. He blacklisted me in the city. As soon as I heard of a cute little town with a job, I jumped at the chance.

  It’s half an hour past 9:00 a.m. Charlotte told me to be at the restaurant at 9:00 and that one of their business partners would meet me here, saying he is late is an understatement. I walked down here from a little house I’m renting while in town and my feet hurt like a bitch and my legs started to chaff. I’m curvy and it’s hot, and the weight on my feet is a pain in the ass.

  I pull out my phone and dial Charlotte’s husband Breaker.

  He answers on the second ring. “Breaker here.”

  “Hi, Breaker, it’s Samantha, Charlotte’s friend and interior decorator.”

  “Hey there, how are things going? I hope Winger’s behaving himself.”

  “Your business partner never showed up. I’ve been waiting here for over a half an hour and no one’s showed.”

  “Shit, let me call you right back.” I open my mouth to respond back but he hangs up. I’m getting even more annoyed and pissed off.

  “Great.” I sit on a bench right outside the restaurant. I can’t help but peer inside. From what Charlotte told me, they wanted something cozy but fi
ne dining. Clean and warm. The place looks pretty decent sized, it’s sparse, and there isn’t much furniture. It’s a blank slate. My kind of job. I need a blank slate, this is the start to a new beginning for me. I put in my headphones and pull out my sketchbook and start to draw up some mockups for the restaurant. I’m brought out of my thoughts by a motorcycle. What’s this guy doing, the restaurant isn’t open yet. I hope he doesn’t come towards me.

  He parks and gets off his bike. He removes his helmet and I’m stunned stupid. This guy is gorgeous. He has a full on grizzly lumberjack beard and piercing blue-gray eyes. His hair is shaved on the sides and long on top. He’s wearing a leather vest and I can make out the muscles on his body through the white t-shirt he’s wearing. Fuck me, he’s coming towards me. I feel like I should be afraid but instead I’m clenching my thighs tight, this guy is sex on legs. My lady bits are singing in the rain.

  He is waving at me and saying something, but I can’t hear him. Oh, shit I still have my ear buds in. I pull them out.

  “Hello there,” he says in a very deep voice.

  “Hi,” I manage to squeak out.

  “Sorry, I’m late. Name’s Winger,” he says as he holds his hand out for me to shake.

  “Sam.” I shake his hand. His hand makes mine look like a baby hand. This guy’s huge.

  “Shall we get started?” He extends his hand towards the front door.

  I manage to put my things away and get up. I can’t help but notice his jacket says Corrupted Saints MC. I wonder if Charlotte knows that this guy is in a motorcycle club. I’ve heard they can be extremely ruthless and dangerous. He opens the door for me, allowing me to walk in first. I can’t believe my eyes at what I’m seeing.

  “Wow, this place is freaking amazing. Charlotte wasn’t kidding when she said it was a blank slate. Do you guys know what you want in here or have ideas? Make or break colors or themes? The more information I can get from you the better.” He is standing in the middle of the lobby, I swear he was just checking me out. I can feel a blush creeping up my face. I’ve never felt super attractive to guys. I was always the chubby friend, but this guy is looking at me like water in the desert. Also, lately I haven’t felt like my usual self in terms of dressing; I’ve been in a funk.

  I clear my throat. Waiting for him to reply.

  “You have free reign darlin. I saw your portfolio last night and we are lucky to have you here. We trust in your vision, plus you’re Breaker’s old lady’s friend, and I trust that woman with my life.”

  “Old lady?”

  “Yeah, his wife, his lady, she is the only bi–… woman for him.” He stops himself from saying something else. I raise my eyebrow at him.

  “So, I get free reign. Any input you wanna give me about the town, people, menu, maybe the name?” I ask. I need something. I want to make sure the ambiance fits what they are serving. I want this to be perfect.

  “Oh, yeah. It will be called the Saints Grill. It’s going to be a little more upscale than just a regular restaurant. We have been having a lot more tourism lately. It will be a bar and grill, steak and seafood will be the main menu theme.”

  “Awesome, I can already picture it. You guys have a nice place here, I can see the lake from the inside. Who did the construction? I’d like to get in contact with them for future jobs, the inside woodwork is pristine. It’s amazing.” I walk around with him following me as I take some photos.

  “Thank ya, darlin, I’ve always been a perfectionist with my skills,” he says smiling bright. Damn, my panties just got a little wetter. What is wrong with you Sam? You never get like this over a man, not since Danny, my ex cheated on me with a skinny mini.

  “No way, you worked on this?” I ask pointing around.

  “Yeah, I am very excellent with my hands.” He winks. I can’t help but make an embarrassing whimper squeaking noise.

  “Alright, I think I’ve seen everything I need to. Is there a place nearby that I can work in? Like a Starbucks? I want to get some mockups for you guys to see. I already started drawing outside.”

  “We have Sweetie Pies. They have the best fucking pastries and breakfast.”

  “Oh, cool, can I walk from here?”

  “You sure can, let me walk with you.” And just like that we are walking towards the center of town. I can’t help but notice how beautiful and quaint the town is. People seem to step away and part from our path as we walk towards the bakery. I wonder what that’s about.

  We walk in comfortable silence. I can feel the heat from Winger’s body near mine. We stop suddenly.

  “Huh?”

  “We are here.” He holds the door open for me. As soon as I step in my nose is assaulted by the smells of fresh-baked bread and cinnamon rolls. God, I wish I was a size 2 so I could eat anything I wanted. Why did you have to bless me with a slow metabolism, God? I’ve always struggled with my weight and I know if I lived here I would definitely gain some.

  Right when I walk in I see the biggest freaking man that I’ve ever seen. He’s talking to a curvy girl like me and giving her lots of kisses. He’s looking at her like I look at cheesecake; the best thing in the world. I wish someone would look at me like that.

  Winger walks over to the big man and gives him a man hug, chest bump. “Buzz, Liz, this is Sam, she’s the interior designer for the grill.”

  I walk over and shake each of their hands.

  “It’s nice to meet you.”

  “It’s nice to meet you too Sam. Welcome to my pride and joy, anything you want just let me know,” Liz says.

  “Thank you. I would love to have a cinnamon roll, I can smell them from outside. My mouth is salivating.”

  “Sure thing, how about you guys take a seat and I will bring it over to ya. Would you like a coffee?” Liz asks.

  “I’ll take some tea if you have it.”

  “No problemo. Winger, you want your usual?” Liz asks him.

  “Sure thing darlin.” She walks away with the big guy Buzz. I can see him disappear to the back while Liz is making the food.

  I find myself being steered towards a table by the window. Thank goodness he didn’t pick a booth. Being a big girl, sitting behind a booth has always made me feel claustrophobic. Winger moves to pull out my chair. He waits for me to sit before he sits down.

  “Thanks. You don’t have to be so nice to me. You guys are paying, so I’m not going anywhere,” I say.

  “Honey, I have manners. Regardless if we are paying you or not, I always respect a fine woman like yourself. Plus, you’re Pres’s old lady’s friend, and we can’t have anything happening to you.”

  “What does that mean?” I ask Winger.

  “What’s that?”

  “You said Pres’s old lady? What does that mean?”

  He stares at me for a moment with a very serious look.

  “How much did Charlotte tell you about her husband?”

  I shrug my shoulders. “She didn’t tell me very much. If she doesn’t want to tell, I’m not going to ask unless I think she’s in danger. I trust Charlotte’s judgment and she is one of the few people that I trust with my life.”

  “Well hun, all I am going to tell you is that I, Buzz and Charlotte’s husband are part of a motorcycle club. A brotherhood. Charlotte is married to our President Breaker, Buzz is our Sergeant at Arms and I am Road Captain or Secretary if you wanna call it that.”

  I’m stunned a little to hear this. I’ve only heard bad things about biker groups. Why would Charlotte be wrapped up into this life? She’s a doctor. She’s also the doctor that saved my life years ago in college. I have to trust that she wouldn’t put me in a dangerous situation.

  “Okay.”

  “Okay? Nothing else you want to ask me? Just okay.” He looks shocked.

  “Ummm, why old lady? Charlotte isn’t that old, she is my age,” I ask.

  “It’s just a term we use for the woman we are with. They get protection from our club and there is only
one old lady for each member. No one messes with the old ladies.”

  “Do you have an old lady?”

  “Fuck no, honey, I’m not the settling down type.” He is about to say more, but Liz interrupts with our food. She sets down my tea and cinnamon roll. Winger gets a warm fudgy brownie and a black coffee.

  “Here you go, anything else you guys need just give me a holler, I’ll be in the kitchen,” Liz says.

  “Thank you, this looks so amazing,” I say.

  I grab my fork and dig into my cinnamon roll. Oh my fucking god this is the best tasting cinnamon roll I have ever had. Holy fuck, Liz deserves a medal for these things, they are better than sex.

  A few minutes must have passed because Winger and everyone else in the shop is staring at me.

  “What?” I say with a mouthful of gooey cinnamon goodness.

  “Honey, I’ve never seen anyone enjoy a cinnamon roll that much or make noises like that unless I was between their legs. Hot damn, that was fucking hot,” Winger says very enthusiastically.

  “Oh my gosh, I’m so embarrassed.” I can feel the heat rising to my cheeks.

  “You definitely don’t need to be. I’ve adjusted myself twice already just watching you eat that cinnamon roll wishing it was me. God damn, where have you been all my life?”

  “I’m so sorry, I never really eat much in public. My ex wouldn’t let me eat things that I liked, and he always picked my food.”

  “You don’t need to be sorry with me. If I was a one woman man, I would be buying you cinnamon rolls all the damn time just to fucking watch you eat.”

  I can’t help but feel even more blood rush to my face.

  Winger leans into me, “I even like the flush of red your cheeks get.”

  He is so close I can feel his breath on my face.

  “What’s going on here?” It’s Liz, she looks super disheveled, and I think she just got fucked in the kitchen. I back away immediately, but Winger stays put.

  “Samantha over here was enjoying your cinnamon roll, and it looks like you were enjoying Buzzing about in the kitchen,” Winger says.