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Silver stared at himself in the mirror on the bathroom wall. The shaggy hair and the growing beard needed to go. He’d only let it get that bad because he didn’t want to take the time to mess with it. Most of the girls around the club didn’t give a fuck what he looked like and that was fine with him. He trimmed the beard first then took the razor to his face. Afterward, he decided to trim his hair. When he was through, he looked like an older version of that punk-assed kid that had the hots for Layla so many years ago. He chuckled at the irony of that.

“You shaved.”

He stared at her in the mirror.

“And cut your hair.”

She walked into the bathroom with him and surveyed what he’d done.

“Yeah, well, it was starting to get on my nerves.”

He rinsed out the sink and sat his shaving kit aside.

“Doesn’t matter to me. I like you both clean shaven and with a beard.”

She went to the shower and turned on the water.

His heart warmed at her comment. Layla stepped into the stall and he turned to watch her. His dick took notice to the water dripping down her naked body and he sighed knowing he was in real trouble with her. He was a junkie and she was his heroin. He needed a smoke. Maybe a beer. He rubbed his forehead with his fingers and watched as she lathered her body.

“Silver?”

“Hmm?”

“I think you should join me.”

She opened the door and peeked her head out. “There’s some hard to reach places I need help with.”

He chuckled. When he stepped into the shower stall, the steam hit him. Layla wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer. He squeezed her ass, dragging her up against him.

“Why haven’t you kissed me yet?”

Layla pressed her chin against his chest as she stared up at him. “I’ve sucked your cock. You’ve eaten my pussy. We’ve fucked. But you still haven’t kissed me yet.”

As a general rule, he didn’t kiss women. Kissing was intimate. It left them wanting more. It was easier to push easy pussy away when he didn’t know what their mouth tasted like. Plus, he didn’t like the idea of where some of their mouths had been.

“You want me to kiss you?”

She smiled and look too fucking beautiful. “Yes. Kiss me.”

He smoothed his hands up her back before cupping her face.

He leaned in and pressed his mouth to hers.

Everything about her was soft.

Silver opened his mouth to taste more of her and she complied, dropping her head back as his tongue slipped between her lips.

A soft little moan vibrated from her as she clutched him, sucking lightly on his tongue as he explored the depths of her mouth.

This was Layla.

His Layla.

He wanted to keep her this way.

To keep her as his and never let her go.

He backed her up against the stall wall and lifted her so that her legs could wrap around his hips.

In one smooth thrust, he filled her.

He needed her unlike anything else in his life.

Her pussy gripped him, squeezing him tight as he thrust inside her body.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, sliding her fingers through his short hair as she kissed him as hard as he fucked her.

Life had become easy with her.

He liked having her in his bed.

He liked having her open to him, willing to fuck him when he wanted and the way he wanted.

He kissed her as he thrust and withdrew into her welcoming body. He thought she was just his sick obsession. He never realized how intense being with her would actually be.

He came hard, grunting as his release filled her.

Reaching between them, he rubbed her clit, giving her the extra push she needed to join him.

She finally pulled her mouth from his and dropped her head to his shoulder.

Neither one of them had any desire to move away from one another.

“If it’s kissing that turns you on, then I should have led with that last night.”

Silver pressed his lips to her neck.

“I don’t think it’s kissing that turns me on.”

He lifted his head. “Yeah. You’re becoming an addiction. Tight, wet pussy is too damn good to pass up. I want it all the time.”

She smiled and dropped her legs from his hips, sliding down his body. “I’ll see you in the playroom tonight. I’ve got to get ready for work.”

She turned the water off and stepped out, grabbing a clean towel from the rack. He smoothed his wet hair back and stared at her. How he’d survive until then, he didn’t know.

After he had taken Layla to work, Silver found himself at the head of the table during chapel. They had a shitload of money coming in from their side businesses and the club treasurer, Alan “Dooby”

Walker, divided up the profits. Not only would he be able to afford a new place to live, but he had plenty of money left to help Layla with her sister’s medical bills. For the most part, the club income was legit. They dabbled in gambling and porn which made a large chunk of their cash. The club also participated in deliveries of other club’s product. It kept alliances they needed and added a little more cash to their wallet.

“So the deal with the Grim Devils is a go. No troubles I don’t know about?”

Ryland “Tank”

Monsen shook his head. “None. They kept their end of the bargain and didn’t screw us over.”

His sergeant at arms looked like a scary bastard. Most clubs didn’t want to mess with them for the mixture of Tank and Torque alone. Silver leaned back in his chair and lit a cigarette. The only new club business was getting paid for their association with the Grim Devils. Torque had a parole hearing coming up and their lawyer said his chances were good for getting out. Of course, getting out of jail on parole was only a slight step up from being in prison. Torque didn’t follow rules well and Silver couldn’t help wondering if their leader would actually behave long enough to meet with the parole board.

“I guess that makes this meeting over.”

Silver scooped up his portion of the cash and Joker reached out.

“Not so fast. We need to talk about Layla. I know she’s mostly your business, but she’s staying at the club and she’s Torque’s daughter.”

Silver sighed. “What is there to talk about?”

“I’m assuming Torque knows.”

Silver licked his lips. He hadn’t gotten around to finding time to tell Torque about Layla moving in. Joker shook his head. The men were loyal brothers to him. They wouldn’t rat him out, but he did know that when it came down to it, they’d side with Torque over him every time.

“Layla is off-limits, man. I know you were helping her, but that’s her father’s place. Not yours.”

Joker spoke some semblance of truth. Layla had always been off-limits to him and every other club member. A prospect made an off color comment about her one time and Torque threw a punch in retaliation. They knew their place and it was not with his daughter.

Silver took a deep breath. “I’m going to talk to him today. He needs to hear it from me.”

“He’s going to be pissed.”

Tank shook his head. “You’ve got some balls, Silver. I’ll give you that.”

He grabbed his money and stood. The entire situation looked bad from the outside. He was VP of the Charming Bastards MC and their president went to prison for nearly a year and a half. It was his job to step up as the leader and with the way fate would have it, he ended up claiming Torque’s daughter as well.

Major disrespect.

He felt bad about it too. While things simply happened without much planning or control, he should have discussed Layla’s situation with him before he agreed to help her. He fucked up that part royally. He knew the consequences of it too.

“Hey, Silver?”

Dooby called out to him.

Silver stopped and turned to face him.

“I don’t blame you. If she’d come to me for help, I’d probably done the same fucking thing.”

He closed his notebook and met Silver’s stare. “Torque’s going to be pissed, but it’s better for her to be here than on the streets. Remind him of that.”

Silver nodded and left the room. After storing his cash away in the safe in his room, he grabbed the keys to his bike from his pocket and headed out the door. He didn’t want to think about what Torque had to say about the situation, but he’d gotten himself into this mess and he had to get himself out.

The ride to the penitentiary was nice enough. He checked in the visitor’s section and it didn’t take too long before he got to see Torque in the family room. His president and leader didn’t look too thrilled that he’d come to see him, but Silver overlooked that aspect.

“Do I want to know why you’re here?”

Torque asked, taking a seat in the ugly brown plastic chair.

“It’s about Layla.”

Silver leaned back in his chair not quite sure how Torque would react.

“Why are you visiting me about my daughter?”

Silver took a deep breath. “A few days ago she came to me asking the club for money.”

“You told her no, right?”

“Yes.”

He licked his lips. “I gave her the money, though. From me.”

Torque folded his arms over his chest. “Are you telling me that you’ve been fucking my daughter even though I specifically told you to stay the fuck away from her?”

Silver blew out a breath. “She was going to be thrown out on the streets. What the fuck was I supposed to do?”

“You come to me. That’s what the fuck you were supposed to do.”

Torque’s hard jaw set as he shook his head, staring down at the floor. “Fuck, Silver. She’s my daughter. Not some fucking toy for you to use. I don’t want her involved in this life. She doesn’t belong.”

“I know. I’m sorry. I didn’t think it through.”

Torque looked at him. “So what are you going to do about it now?”

“I don’t know.”

He contemplated it on the ride to the prison. “I like her. You’ve known that for years. She’s different. She’s…”

Silver stopped when Torque’s expression went from sour to worse. He couldn’t sum up anything about Layla that Torque didn’t already know. She was his pride and joy. Silver rubbed a hand over his face.

“End it.”

Torque said it with such vehemence that Silver found himself nodding in agreement. Instead of saying anything else, Torque stood and went to the guard who led him back to his cell.

Silver sat there until Torque was completely out of sight. He basically considered Torque the father figure he never had. They were friends and brothers. It hurt to disrespect him and with the way Torque reacted, he knew that an ass kicking was in his near future.

He stood and checked out. Breaking it off with Layla wouldn’t be easy. She was an addiction, a drug. There was no other woman like her and he knew no one could replace her.

He’d fucked himself over royally and there wasn’t much chance that he could save himself from the destruction.

****

“The girls want to stay with you,”

Layla’s aunt, Miranda, told her on the phone. “They miss you.”

“I know. I miss them too. I can’t right now. You know that. I kept them when Mom died because they didn’t need to go into the system. Chrissy would never get her treatments and the girls wouldn’t have family to look after them. I simply can’t do it anymore.”

It killed her to say that. Her aunt Miranda didn’t have any kids and she had always been in their life as a second mom. She could take care of them better than Layla ever dreamed. She switched her phone to her other ear.

“Miranda, thank you for taking them in. Maybe you should have taken them in the first place after Mom died. At least it would be easier now on them.”

“Nothing about their life is easy, Layla. They lost their mom and now they’ve lost their sister. They’re worried they’re going to lose Chrissy too.”

As if the guilt didn’t already eat at her. “They didn’t lose me. I can’t afford to take care of them.”

“Julie at the salon said one of those motorcycle guys stopped by your apartment. Did you call your father to help you?”

“No.”

She was not getting into that with her aunt. Torque was not a good subject to talk about in her family. “My break is almost over. I need to go. I’ll call you later.”

She hung up from her and ran a hand through her hair. Right now, there was no way she could take in her sisters again. She didn’t have a place to live. Her jobs barely supported all of them. She simply couldn’t do it.

After working nearly five hours after her lunch break, Layla’s shift finally ended. She’d made fifty bucks in tips which would normally go toward Chrissy’s treatments. She had radiation coming up and the price was not cheap. She blew out a breath and walked out to the parking lot where Silver sat on his motorcycle, waiting for her.

A do-rag covered his head while leather covered the rest of his body. She walked toward him, glad that she could go home.

“I almost didn’t recognize you without the beard and the long hair.”

He smiled. “I’m glad you figured it out.”

She climbed on behind him and gripped his leather cut. He started the beast and revved it a bit before pulling out toward the exit. She’d never been a huge motorcycle-loving girl, but something about being on the back of Silver’s bike with the wind blowing in her hair changed her mind.

It didn’t take long to get to the clubhouse and there was a party in full swing when they arrived. He parked his bike in his spot and got off. He held out his hand for her and she took it, letting him help her off the bike. They walked in together and several women greeted him with smiles. Layla waited while he hugged them and let them feel him up, squeezing his ass like they had every right to. One reached for his crotch and whispered something in his ear.

He laughed and tapped her nose before withdrawing from her. “Come on.”

Layla followed him to the apartment and sat her stuff next to the door. Her mood went from bad to sour and she didn’t really have any right. She wasn’t anything to him but a fuck buddy.

She sat on the bed to take off her shoes while he shrugged out of his cut. “Have you talked to my dad?”

“Yep.”

“What did he say?”

Silver glanced over at her. “What did he say about us?”

“Yeah. That’s what I’m asking.”

He fisted his shirt and pulled it over his head. “He didn’t like it.”

She rolled her eyes. He didn’t seem too interested in talking so she went to the bathroom to take a much-needed shower after sweating all day. Standing under tepid water, she let it fall over her body.

Silver was a mysterious man. He didn’t talk much and she wasn’t sure why. He was plenty interesting. Layla washed the sweat from her body and then lathered her hair. Thinking about their deal, she should have worked in a talking clause. Just getting him to kiss her was work and she saw his reluctance.

When she’d finished showering, she turned the water off and stepped out, stopping when she saw him filling the doorway. She swallowed, taking in his face. Eyebrows were furrowed. He stared at her like he’d caught her doing something she shouldn’t have been doing. She didn’t know how long he’d been standing there, but she assumed long enough.

“What?”

She reached for the towel and patted her face dry.

“What the hell makes you think you can just walk away from me when I’m talking to you?”

She frowned. “When were you talking? You’ve barely said a full sentence to me since you picked me up tonight. Hell, you’ve barely said a full sentence to me since this whole fucking thing started between us.”

She was in a pissy mood and none of it really had anything to do with him. She couldn’t ask him to be her boyfriend and cuddle with her when she’d had a bad day. Last night she allowed sex to take her mind off her life, but everything going on still hung in the balance afterward. She still felt like a shitty person for not being able to take care of her family.

Nothing would really take that away.

“Just leave me alone.”

She tucked the towel around her breasts and took a step toward him. He held out his arm blocking her.

“What’s with the attitude?”

“Fuck you.”

He grabbed her and pushed her arms behind her back as he pressed her up against the wall, effectively disabling her from moving. Layla swallowed hard, staring into his eyes.

“Let me go.”

Layla jerked her arm and he pressed her harder. Pain took over her shoulder and wrist, the two pressure points of his hold.

“I asked you a question and I expect an answer.”

“Fuck off. That’s my answer.”

He grunted and lifted her over his shoulder with one hand around her thighs and the other keeping her wrists locked in place. He sat down on the bed and draped her body over his lap. She fought him, jerking like a fish out of water. He tugged her towel off and smacked her ass with his hand. Hard.

He didn’t give her time for protesting. His hand came down on her ass hard enough to make her clench her cheeks. She gasped with the force of it, each slap nearly taking her breath. When her ass was warm and sensitive, he tugged her up to look at her.

“I want an answer or we’re going to do this all night.”

“Just leave me alone.”

She tried to pull away from his grip, but he didn’t let her go. He pulled her to him so that she lay across his lap again and he started another round of spanking her ass. She kicked. She tugged. She tried to push away from him, but he had her completely under control no matter how hard she fought.

When he was through, she was nearly out of breath. He pulled her back up and waited. She didn’t say anything immediately, and he pulled her in for another round.

“Wait!”

She tugged against his hold and he stopped. “Which question do you want an answer to? Why I walked away from you or why I’m in a pissy mood?”

“Answer them both.”

“You weren’t talking to me. I didn’t feel like there was anything left to be said so I went and took a shower to wash all the sweat from my skin.”

“And your foul mood?”

She swallowed. “I got a call today from my aunt. My sisters want to come live with me again. I can’t afford them so the guilt trip put me in a foul mood.”

She swallowed. “The dumb bitches grabbing your ass and cock didn’t help anything either.”

He stared at her for what felt like an eternity. “Go put some clothes on. We’re leaving.”

He let her go and she rubbed her wrists. Layla pulled out a clean pair of panties and a mismatched bra before finding an oversize sweatshirt and jeans. She didn’t know what she looked like, but her hair was wet and clumpy. She needed a brush to run through it, but with the look on Silver’s impatient face, she didn’t have the time for that.

“Where are we going?”

He opened the door and waited for her to step out first. “The movies.”