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  “Thanks, Rock.” I’m startled by the sound of Rock’s phone ringing.

  “Rock here.” Rock talks on the phone for less than a minute then hangs up.

  “Everything okay?” I ask.

  “Yes, that was Winger. They said everything is clear and we can go in. Are you up for that?” Before I even let him finish, I’m out the door and heading up to the front door of my house.

  I walk in and I’m immediately hit with the smell of blood. “Oh god.” There is so much blood everywhere.

  “Is he in here?” I ask no one in particular.

  “No, he’s gone. It looks like he dragged himself off through the back door,” Tank answers me.

  I walk to my back door. “He couldn’t have gone far on foot. Should we call the police?”

  “They are already on their way.” This time it’s Rock.

  “Thanks.” I move to sit on my couch. “Look, you guys don’t need to be here. I can take care of the police when they come.”

  “Too bad, girlie, we’re staying until we know you are safe.”

  “Well, I don’t plan on staying here. I’m going to get a hotel for the night until I can clean this place up.”

  “You can have a room in the clubhouse,” Breaker says.

  “I really don’t think that’s a good idea.” I saw what went on in that place, I don’t want anyone getting the wrong idea.

  “It’s the safest place you can be,” Breaker insists. I can tell he is getting irritated. What is the deal with them right now?

  “What are you guys not telling me?” I can feel it, they aren’t telling me something.

  “Here.” Rock hands me a letter.

  “What’s this?”

  “Just read it,” Breaker says.

  I read the letter, and I can’t believe what it says. My aunt requested that the Corrupted Saints protect and watch after me. She said that my parents were murdered by a rival motorcycle gang.

  “I hate to ask you this, Emma, but how did your Aunt Sarah die?” Breaker asks.

  “The autopsy confirmed that she had a heart attack.” Did he think that someone murdered my aunt? “What? You think someone was after my aunt?”

  “We need to cover all bases here. You’re now under the protection of the Corrupted Saints. Someone is after you for some reason, and we need to know why. We think it might have something to do with a rival gang, maybe even the ones that murdered your parents.”

  Oh jeez, this sounds like a mess. All I wanted to do was get out of the military and lead a nice quiet life. Now I have someone trying to kill me and hurt me. I can’t help but cradle my face in the palm of my hands.

  “What if I don’t want your protection?” I say.

  “Too bad. You’re going to have it regardless if you want it or not,” Rock replies. Jeez, I didn’t think of him as being so bossy.

  “Look, I just wanted to have a nice quiet life, I don’t want any of this. I can just leave this town, and everyone can just forget I exist,” I say to them all.

  “Too late.” Rock is about to say more when the cops walk in.

  The cops spend the next two hours interviewing me.

  “How are you doing, Emma?” Rock asks.

  “I honestly feel like shit right now and I don’t want to be in this house anymore. The smell of blood is making me want to puke.” I can’t help but keep looking around at all the blood everywhere and all the blood that is on me. “I also really want to take a shower.”

  “How about you gather some things for a few days and we take you to the clubhouse? You will be safe there,” Breaker says.

  “I already told you I don’t want to go there.” I’m getting agitated.

  “Your aunt’s dying wish was for us to protect you. I’m a man of my word and honor and I’m going to do that,” Breaker says.

  “Emma, why don’t you want to go to the clubhouse? I keep sensing you’re not telling us everything.” This time it’s Winger.

  I’m embarrassed to say. “I don’t want to have to do what those women were doing. I’m not that kind of girl.” I can’t believe I had to say that out loud.

  “Whoa, what kind of club do you think we are?” They all start laughing.

  “Emma, those women are club whores, they want to fuck anything that has to do with our club. They choose that life. We never, ever force women to do anything. If anything, we are the opposite. We protect and shelter women as much as we can. They are free to come and go as they please. Consider them groupies,” Rock says.

  “Now I feel embarrassed..” I can’t believe I thought that. “Well, what else was I supposed to believe? I barely know who you guys are. I’m being thrown into your world fast. I apologize if I offended.”

  “You don’t need to apologize, but can you please go pack a bag and we can get out of here?” Breaker says. I can tell that he wants to go and he’s getting impatient with me.

  “Yeah, sorry. Why don’t you guys go on ahead and I will pack a bag and head over myself?”

  “Not gonna happen, girlie. We need to make sure you are safe, and if anyone is watching, we want them to know you have protection,” Tank says.

  I get up and head to my bedroom and start gathering some clothes for a few days. I emerge from my bedroom fifteen minutes later.

  “Alright, let’s go,” I say, heading for my front door.

  Two of them go in front of me and the others follow behind. Rock is right next me, leading me to my truck. He grabs my bag from my hands and opens my door for me.

  “Thank you.”

  He walks around to the driver’s side, gets in, and starts the car up. I hear all the motorcycles from the others starting up and heading out.

  “Thank you for agreeing to come to the clubhouse. It really is the safest place to be.”

  “Well, it didn’t seem like I had a choice. Breaker was really pushing for it, and he scares me,” I say.

  “You don’t need to be afraid of him or any of the brothers. We would never hurt you.” He grabs my hand again. It’s comforting and makes me feel grounded.

  We spend the next ten minutes in silence. I must have dozed off because next thing I know, the truck is stopped and Rock is opening the door up for me.”

  “We’re here. Let me help you inside. I should warn you that if you do decide to spend time in the main room of the clubhouse that you stick close to one of the brothers that you know. You aren’t claimed and others might think you are free game for the taking, if you get my drift.”

  “Gotcha. I think I will just stay in whatever room you guys are letting me stay in.”

  “Come on.” He grabs hold of my hand, and we walk into the club. I immediately see they’re having a party and there are half-naked women everywhere. It also smells like weed, and music is blaring loudly.

  We walk down a long hallway until we get to the end and he leads me inside. There is a huge wall of computers, a large king-sized bed, a bathroom, and a nice sitting area next to the bed.

  “This is pretty nice. Am I putting anyone out by staying here? I don’t want to take anyone’s space.”

  “Not anyone who minds,” he tells me. “There is a shower and any toiletry you can imagine in here. Buzz let Liz know and she made it homier. That’s the word she used.”

  “Thanks. I appreciate it.”

  “I will let you shower and get ready for bed. I will check in on you in a bit.”

  Twenty minutes later…

  That was probably the best shower that I have taken in a long time. The water ran red from the blood from the monster who attacked me. I wish I knew what they want from me. I clean off the mirror and notice that I have bruising around my neck. My cast is soggy from my shower and bloody. I really need to get this thing replaced. I lotion up my body as best as I can with an apple blossom lotion I brought. I really want to smell something other than blood on my body. I change into a pair of shorts and a tank top. I emerge from the bathroom and hear a
knock on the door.

  “Be right there.” I go over to the door and open it up to find Rock.

  “You look much better. How are you feeling?”

  “I feel great, that shower head is amazing.” He walks in and sits on the chair by the desk.

  “I’m glad. You look much better. I called Charlotte over so she could take a look at your cast. I noticed in the car that it was pretty soiled, and I didn’t want you to have any reminders of it.”

  I can’t help it. I rush him and give him a giant hug. “Thank you so much. I was ready to rip it off.”

  “No need to do that.”

  He leans down close to my face. Fuck it. I lean in and kiss him. He closes the door behind us, and I push him up against the door. We make out for what feels like ten minutes. We pull away and are both completely out of breath.

  “Wow,” I can’t help but say.

  “That was fucking amazing,” Rock says.

  “I want more,” I whisper to him.

  Chapter 13

  Rock

  This woman is driving me fucking crazy. We just made out like teenagers in my bedroom against a door and she wants more.

  I have my back against the door, and Emma and I are leaning against one another forehead to forehead.

  “What do you want, baby?” I say to her.

  “I want you.” She looks up at me with her gorgeous eyes. She reaches down and starts rubbing my hard dick.

  “Are you sure that’s what you want? I don’t want to just be a guy you use to clear your mind with. You’ve been through a lot today.”

  “I wanted you before now. I want to feel good, and I want you to feel good,” she says as she leans up to kiss me.

  “I don’t have any protection. I’ve never fucked in the clubhouse before.”

  “How is that possible? What about all the club whores?”

  “Never.” I look down at her seriously.

  “Never?” She questions me again.

  “I have never fucked a club whore. That’s not my thing.”

  “Wow, I really thought all of you would have before.”

  “Not me, hun, that’s not my thing.”

  “What is your thing, then?” she asks. Wouldn’t she love to know? I don’t want to freak her out by telling her what I really like.

  I’m about to answer when there is a knock at the door. “Rock?” It’s Charlotte.

  Emma steps back away from the door and sits on the bed. I open the door. “Hey, Charlotte.”

  “Hey, guys,” she says with a huge smile on her face. “You’re looking better. You ready for me to change that cast?”

  “I most definitely am. I was just going to ask Rock if there was a way to take me to the hospital to change the cast. It reeks of blood and it’s soggy,” Emma says.

  “No worries. Come on. We have a makeshift hospital they call sick bay here. It has a cast saw and materials I need to make you a new one. We need to stabilize those fractures and I want to sure that no further damage was done earlier.”

  “Yeah, let’s go.”

  Emma and Charlotte go off to sick bay. I stay behind and log into the computers in my room and start doing research into the footage from Emma’s cameras. I want to see if I can pull anything off of them that would give us a clue as to what happened.

  Forty-five minutes later…

  I dial Breaker’s number. “Breaker here.”

  “Pres, I need you to get down to the clubhouse. I need you to see what I just found regarding the attack at Emma’s house.”

  “Shit. I will be right down. Is my old lady there?”

  “Yeah, she is,” I answer, and he hangs up the phone. I send a text to Tank, Winger, and Buzz as well. They all reply in a manner of minutes that they are on their way.

  I have them all meet me in my bedroom. Breaker is the first to arrive, followed by Tank, Winger, and Buzz.

  “Whatever you found must be good,” Breaker says.

  “Take a look for yourself.” I roll the security footage for them.

  We are looking at the screen and see the guy pulling up in a truck and removing a cut before he heads into the house. I zoom in on the cut he’s wearing, and it’s from a rival club. Also, the person driving him happens to be the prospect we kicked out. The little fucker was working with a rival club, and they were trying to kidnap Emma.

  “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Breaker says.

  The ladies walk in at that moment.

  “What’s going on in here?” Emma asks. Her cast is black this time. She looks at the camera shot that I have paused from the security footage.

  “Why are you spying on my ex?” she asks.

  “You know this guy?”

  “Yeah, that’s my ex,” Emma says.

  “That guy was a prospect for us. He was also helping kidnap you with the man who attacked you.”

  Her face turns sheet white, and she looks ready to faint. I rush up to her and hold her up.

  “I think you need to sit down,” I tell her as I lead her to the bed.

  “Thanks.” Charlotte rushes to her side as well.

  “When’s the last time you ate, Emma?” Charlotte asks.

  “Yesterday.”

  “I’m ordering you some food. What do you want?” I immediately say.

  “You don’t have to do that, Rock. I’m sure I can grab something in your kitchen here.”

  “Not an option, tell me what you want or I’m going to order everything I can think of.”

  “Fine, I want a burger and chili fries with extra cheese.”

  “Done.” I order her a burger and chili fries and some warm cookies for dessert. I text the prospect Joey and order him to go get the food.

  “Anyone ever tell you that you guys are bossy?” Emma says.

  “It took you this long to find out?” Charlotte interrupts. “Once they find someone to care about, you’re stuck.” She giggles against Breaker.

  “Emma, I want you to eat up and we will talk later,” Breaker says as he hugs Charlotte. He’s about to leave when he turns back. “I need you to talk to Rock about your ex. We need to know everything about this guy. He was going by the name Joe. Is that his name even?”

  “Yeah, that’s not his name. His name is Samuel Davidson, Sam for short,” Emma says.

  “Alright, Rock, look into this. I want to know everything there is to know about him and that club. Call me in the morning. I’m taking my woman home now,” Breaker says.

  “Got it, Pres,” I reply. All the other brothers head out, and it’s just me and Emma in my room again.

  “Did you really order food?” Emma asks me.

  “You bet your ass I did. You’re on the verge of passing out from not eating. That’s not gonna fly with me.”

  She stares at me intently. “You didn’t tell me this was your bedroom. Where will you stay?”

  “There are plenty of other rooms in the clubhouse that I can stay in.”

  “I feel bad taking your bed, though.”

  “There is no need to feel bad. Now, I want to ask you about your ex, but I want you to eat beforehand.”

  “How long until it gets here?”

  “Probably another fifteen minutes,” I answer her back.

  “Okay.” She stands up and comes over to the chair that I’m sitting on. “That’s plenty of time for you to kiss me again.”

  “If I remember correctly, you were the one that kissed me.” I smirk and part my legs so she can stand between them. With her standing and me sitting, we’re at the perfect height to kiss. She steps even closer to me and rests her hands on my chest.

  I don’t ask, and I grab her by the hips and kiss her deep and hard. I can’t help but bring my tongue into her mouth and play with hers. She bites my tongue. I smile.

  “What? Why are you smiling?”

  “You’re a little minx, you bit me.”

  “I like things a little rough.”<
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  “Oh?” I raise my eyebrow.

  “Yeah, I tried to convince my ex to dominate me, but he never seemed into it. He was very simple. He only liked it missionary and was always super silent during sex. I never knew if he was actually enjoying himself or not. Not even when he came did he make a noise. It always weirded me out.”

  I can’t help but laugh. I can’t believe she just said that. I also feel like I hit a jackpot in that she wants to be dominated. I don’t know what she means exactly. Women tend to say they like to be dominated and can only handle a small spank or choke, which isn’t really domination, more of rough sex.

  “Don’t laugh. It was awful. I like kissing you because you actually moan and seem to enjoy it.”

  “Baby, you have no idea how much I enjoy kissing you and being able to touch you. Do you feel this cock?” I grab my dick, which is harder than steel. “You do this. No one else does this to me. You make me want to fuck like a mad man.”

  “Can you fuck me, then, Rock?” she says, grabbing my dick and biting her lips. She lowers herself down to the floor right between my legs.

  “Oh no, sweetie. Nothing that is going to expend energy before you eat.”

  She reaches in my jeans and grabs my bare cock. “Just a little kiss to introduce myself. That’s all.” She brings her mouth to my dick and licks a bead of pre-cum off the tip. “Mmmm. You taste delicious. Your cock is beautiful.” She looks up at me and puts the head of my dick into her mouth, lightly sucking as she runs her tongue around the tip.

  “Fuck me, Emma. I’m going to cum from just your touch. We need to stop.” I notice her rubbing her hand up and down my dick. She keeps the other casted hand on her chest. I would kill to pinch, suck, and fuck her tits; they look perfect underneath that shirt.

  “Mmm. I think I’m hungrier than I thought.” She puts my whole dick in her mouth and takes all of it in. I’m not small, around nine inches, and she manages to deep-throat the whole thing. I’m never one to let the woman have control, but tonight I’m making an exception. She can do whatever she wants to me. I’m at her mercy if she can suck dick like that.