Chapter 12 Hey Beast, what can I do for you?
"Hey Beast, what can I do for you?"
"How about you become my personal entertainment for the night? I have been dying for a taste of you, Jenna. You have an incredible body, a rack and an ass that are absolutely fucking perfect. All those delicious curves," he said, running his tongue over his full lips. "Let me bend you over my knee, give you a good spanking, and then fuck you until you come all over my cock."
My eyes must have been as wide as dinner plates. I could feel a damp heat between my legs; I have always had a thing for a man who talks dirty. "Public or private?" I asked.
He brightened at my question. "Whatever you want, gorgeous," he said, grabbing my hand and pressing a kiss to my knuckles. Since when do these badass bikers act like gentlemen?
"What the fuck is going on here?"
A loud, deep voice boomed right next to us. Oh, shit. I had not even noticed Torque standing there.
The entire club seemed to go quiet. I saw that stViper, Candy, pouting by the pool table. I wonder what has her so upset.
"Hey, Torque," Beast said, not missing a beat. "I was just asking Jenna if she would let me spank her tonight and then sink my beast into her hot, wet cunt. She was just about to tell me if she wanted an audience or not." He was still smiling at me, completely unfazed.
The impact was sudden, a hard crack against bone, and my world tilted violently. Before I could process it, I was hauled over a shoulder, the room spinning. Torque’s voice was a low, possessive rumble against my back. "The only bastard who gets to put a hand on this ass is me." A stinging, open-palmed slap landed on my backside, so forceful it forced a sharp cry from my lips. "And the only cock that belongs inside her is mine," he snarled to the room at large. "Is that fucking clear? Jenna is my Old Lady. Lay a finger on her, and I will separate your head from your body." He turned, and from my upside-down view, I saw Beast on the floor, grinning up at me and silently mouthing, ‘You’re welcome.’
Torque carried me to his room, punched the code into the keypad, and shouldered the door open. He kicked it shut, the slam echoing in the small space, and deposited me onto the mattress. He went straight to his closet, rummaging for something.
I pushed myself off the bed and started for the door.
"Where do you think you are going?"
"To the kitchen. I have work to do." Confusion warred with a deep, aching hurt. He calls me his, then acts like I do not exist for two weeks. I would not let him see me cry. I needed to find an excuse, to go chop onions, anything to get out of there.
"I need you to wait. I have something for you."
"You know what, Torque? No. I am not waiting. I have spent the last two weeks hoping for a single word from you, and I got nothing. I know why. I was stupid enough to open my mouth and tell you I loved you. The fucked-up thing is, I did not even mean to say it. My heart was screaming it, but my brain just meant to say I love your cock. And then you just… left. So no, I am done waiting. Go find that club slut who has been draped all over you. I will just go let Beast know that a public encounter is perfectly fine with me." I turned my back to leave, and oh, that was the wrong move.
He was on me in an instant. My shirt tore at the seams, my bra followed, and my shorts and thong were gone in a frantic struggle. In a matter of seconds, I was pinned against the door, his thick length driving into me, filling me completely.
"Do you have any idea how fucking difficult it was to stay away from you, Hotness?" he growled, his breath hot on my neck. "Club rules. When a brother wants to claim an Old Lady, the President has to approve. Once he does, the brother has to keep his distance for two weeks to prove she is what he truly wants." My body was trembling, weeping for him, my mind reeling. We had always used protection; he knows I am allergic to every form of birth control except condoms.
"So yes, you told me you loved me. The next day, I petitioned to make you mine. I could not tell you. I had to stay away because Butcher approved it immediately. I let Candy flirt and sit on my lap to prove to him I was serious, that no matter what she did, I did not want her. I have only ever wanted you. For two fucking years, I have been getting myself off in the shower just thinking about you. I am an ugly son of a bitch, Jenna. I never believed someone who looks like you could ever want a man who looks like me. But from the moment you walked into the clubhouse looking for a job, I have been desperate for you." He was still moving inside me, his rhythm relentless. "Here. This is what I wanted to give you. Will you be my Old Lady, Jenna?"
I looked at us, me, naked and pinned to the door, him still fully clothed, as he held up a custom-cut vest. On the front, a patch read "Hotness." He turned it around. The Lords of Chaos emblem was stitched on the back, and beneath it, the words that sealed my fate: Property of Torque.
I began to move against him, my hips meeting his thrusts, chanting "Yes, yes, yes," until my world shattered into a million pieces. A moment later, his own release followed with a guttural cry.