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PROLOGUE - BB

Prologue

BB

“Yo, Harper. Time to get up,” I tell the hot piece currently lying on my bed at the compound.

Last night, we had a hell of a party at the club welcoming King as our new president, as well as my cousin Gabby back into the family fold.

They’d gotten married three weeks ago and just got back from their honeymoon a few days ago.

Gabby is happier than I ever remember seeing her.

It’s clear King is totally gone for her.

All of that, I can’t deny, is very, very good.

The club had fallen apart after losing Diego, a member, my cousin, and the next in line to take over.

Shit like that cuts every member deep. His death was even more devastating because it deeply affected all of our original members, including my father, who was heartbroken.

It was like some light in them was just extinguished.

It became apparent they didn’t have it in them to lead the club forward.

I’m mildly hungover, which is annoying. I should have laid off the tequila last night.

I’m also more than a little put out that Harper is still here.

We had a great time last night, lots of drinking, some kick-ass conversation in a way I’ve never had before with a biker bunny.

We also had a lot of some serious fucking.

Jesus, I pounded into her luscious body so much through the night; the girl had to have some serious bruises on her body.

I’m looking at one now on her damn ass. I probably held her too hard on her cheek when I was slamming balls deep into her while she was trapped between me and the wall.

Wasn’t the first time I’d fucked a woman against a wall—I will say it was probably the best. Harper could fuck.

Every single time she took my dick, it was like slipping into heaven.

It was fast, hard, and absolutely fantastic.

I’ve had more than my share of women and Harper was number fuck-me-until-my-cock-was-ready-to-fall-off one.

Seriously, the woman took pleasure, gave it, and did it loudly in a way that left no doubt she enjoyed it.

If I didn’t have a shit-filled day ahead, I’d give her another go. Hell, maybe two or three.

“Wha … What?”

Hearing Harper’s voice, it seemed to wrap around my dick.

If I didn’t have my pants already on, I’d call King and tell him I couldn’t make the meeting.

Wouldn’t be a great way to act around the new president of the Devil’s Blaze, but the bastard had made me his second in command, so I figured I could get away with it.

“Sucks, Babe. I would have liked to spend the morning with that mouth of yours choking on my cock until you gagged on it because you take it so deep, but I got shit to do.”

I look down at the woman in my bed and it hits me, just like it did last night, how gorgeous she was.

Harper has this thick blonde hair that is a mixture of white and gold.

She reminds me of a young Michelle Pfeiffer—only prettier if you can believe that shit.

I’m not sure I could tell you what color Michelle’s eyes are.

That’s only because I was more into her hair, her smile, and her long legs.

Harper has all that, with the addition of bright blue eyes that remind you of a summer sky.

It also helps that her tits and her ass are ample and made for a man to enjoy.

All this means it really is annoying she didn’t leave like most biker bunnies do after a party night because I want to fuck her again and can’t.

This irritation is exacerbated by the fact Harper is not a Devil’s Blaze regular.

I’ve not seen her at the parties before.

It’s clear by the way she partied that she’s experienced at it.

Maybe she’s one of our allies’ club girls and made the trip here.

It doesn’t happen often, but it has been known to.

Hopefully, she’s just a local girl looking to get in the life.

That would mean I could tap her ass when I got a hankering and with Harper looking the way she looks, and giving it the way she gives, that would definitely happen often.

“What are you going on about, Cowboy? You fucked me until five this morning. I’m worn out. I need sleep,” she mutters, rubbing her eyes in a cute way that again makes me want to fuck her.

“I have a meeting which means I gotta go. Which means you have to get out, babe.”

Her forehead crinkles as she frowns up at me. “So, get. I’ll leave after I take a nap.”

“Sorry, Harper. No biker bunnies on club property alone unless they’ve been claimed as Blaze candy.”

Her body goes completely still. The cute look on her face morphs into something like anger.

Christ, I really don’t need attitude this morning.

That shit is good when it comes with rough sex.

Attitude from just being a bitch is something I don’t need in my life.

I get that enough from Robin—my son Ty’s mother and an all-around bitch.

“What did you call me?” she asks, and any lightness in her voice came out cold. Damn it’s so cold it has curtailed the bulge that was beginning to expand inside my jeans. Said bulge was a miracle cause the bitch in my bed currently throwing attitude had wrung me dry.

“Harper? That’s your name, right? That’s what that Apex kept calling you last night.

Shit. Isn’t that your name? Sorry, babe.

I don’t know Apex that well. He’s mostly a prospect with the club, though acting like a full member since Sabre vouched for him.

He was almost as drunk as you were last night. Did he get it wrong?”

“Right. I wasn’t talking about the name part. I was talking about the other thing you called me.”

“Oh, that. Well, it’s just a rule we have.

No biker bunnies around without a member to chaperone them.

If you’re looking to hitch up with the Blaze, we have some room for new blood.

I know the men would like some new talent around here.

Warning though, Harper, you take that route, and I want another taste before you move to my brothers.

I don’t like sticking my dick in the same pussy they do—club candy or not. ”

“Right.”

She used that same word a second ago. It sounded pretty cold then.

It’s sub-zero now. I’m also kind of done.

As mentioned, I do not need another bitch in my life.

Robin pretty much has made an art form of that, and has for the ten years my son has been on this earth.

Her attitude I’m forced to put up with. I don’t have to take it from a piece of tail.

She knifes up off the bed. I let my gaze rake over her nude body and long icy white and honey hair and even knowing her attitude sucks, my once deflating cock is hard as nails.

Fuck, that woman has an ass. It’s apple shaped and the cheeks jiggle with her movements.

Her hips are wide, made to give a man something to hold on to as he pumps inside her.

I know because I did that a fuck-of-a-lot last night.

She bends over, moving shit off the concrete floor—muttering under her breath.

I can’t get what she’s saying. I imagine she’s still being a bitch and pissed because I can’t let her stay in my room.

It shouldn’t bother me, but it does. I couldn’t even tell you why.

Pussy is not worth the hassle. I’d been stupid as a kid.

I’m not stupid anymore. Women had one use and one use only.

I know men find good ones out there. I’d seen it with Mom and Dad, Beth and Skull, and Shaft and his old lady.

Beast and his woman seem happy, too. Although I can’t be for sure.

I don’t see them as often since they live in North Carolina.

Still, I know it can happen. I also know that more often than not, it is exactly the opposite of what the people close to me have.

Hell, for that matter, Sabre and Annie have been separated for a few years.

I hear she’s dating some doctor in Winchester.

Sabre doesn’t talk about it and none of us push him to.

He’s been miserable since we lost Latch.

He left the club to go back into the military and died in a helicopter crash.

He was relieved as hell when Dad and Skull stepped down.

Part of me is wondering if he’s going to leave the club altogether.

For me, when I look at Sabre’s face, I see my life.

I see clearly that shit has him buried. He’s damaged as much as I have been by the crap I’ve been digging my way out of for almost eleven years.

So, yeah. No more bitches with an attitude for me.

Nothing ever, but easy pussy—which ironically describes Ty’s mother perfectly.

It’s just she’s a conniving one, too. I push thoughts of Robin out of my head.

These days I only have to deal with her about once a month and I’m grateful.

“I’m out of here,” Harper says, jerking me out of my thoughts.

I look up to see she has on the tight as fuck jeans she wore last night that are curved perfectly to her ass and the white Harley scoop neck tank.

Although, last night she had her bra on.

Today, her C maybe D cup tits are defying gravity and remaining perky and out there, begging for me to grab them.

Her bra—and panties—are in her hand and that means her dark ruby nipples and areolas are definitely visible through her shirt.

Fuck. Shit. Damn. Now, I’m back to needing to fuck her one more time.

She quickly leaves the room, taking off in a sprint.

The need to have her again is the only excuse I have to explain jogging out of my room and down the hall to catch up with her.

“Hey, wait up! We’re not done,” I call out, because damn, she’s quick on her feet.

“Oh yeah, we’re totally done, Cowboy,” she yells back.