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SAM
I slid my shaft into Mercedes...into the sweetest hole ever...as slowly as possible, savoring every inch. She was so fuckin' tight, like a clamp around my dick.
And the tug at my barbell made things just that much better.
I could actually feel her heartbeat. And if I didn't know for a fact that she'd given birth to a child, I'd think she was a goddamned virgin...
Hot and swollen and perfect.
I probably should've felt guilty, taking her like this...
She was all worked up emotionally, and vulnerable as hell. Which was understandable.
And her little confession about Shaun had floored me. I still couldn't believe I'd been so blind...
But I've already decided one thing...
Next time I saw my stepbrother...I'll kill him.
As for Mercedes...
I'd fucked up by not keeping a closer eye on her and Shaun. And I'd fucked up even worse by letting the law step in to fix the problem.
I hadn't been ready to admit she was my responsibility four years ago, despite what'd happened between us at Bray's birth.
I'd spent too long playing the good uncle, ignoring what I felt, because I knew it wasn't the best thing for her.
She deserved to be free, and who was I to take that away from her?
Well, fuck that!
I was a jealous asshole...
I couldn't stand the thought of some other man's dick in her juicy little snatch.
Plank was right...I needed to claim her...or let her go. And that sure as fuck wouldn't be happening. I'll never let her go. Ever.
She might not be ready for a property patch, but that didn't matter. I've patched her a different way...
With a ring of slowly reddening marks around her neck.
It was my very own collar, branding her and declaring to the world that she had a man who owned her.
God, I loved the sight of her laid out on the bench, her hands tied with my belt, her tank and bra pushed high and her boobs shaking every time I slammed home.
This was better than I'd ever imagined...
And hell, I've spent a lot of time imagining her just like this.
I've tried to be careful, but when she started whimpering and convulsing around me, it was too much...
I drove deep, loving the little scream she gave, blowing my self-control.
So much so, something primal and powerful broke free...
I grabbed her hips, digging my fingers into her ass even as I pounded deeply into her. She shrieked, her interior muscles convulsing around me so hard I had to stop and hold steady, trying not to explode on the spot.
That hadn't been a shriek of pain, thank God.
She stared at me with wide eyes, panting so hard her tits practically danced.
It was fucking hot!
And I will remember this moment as long as I lived.
I started moving again, savoring the clench of her muscles with every stroke, wondering if it was possible to die from pleasure.
It seemed pretty likely, all things considered.
I used one finger to trace her center, and my other hand on her hip to control her position. And I knew from her gasp that I'd hit exactly right...
Now, every stroke ground the rounded head of my barbell against her G-spot.
Making a girl come while playing with her clit was fine, but I fuckin' loved the way it felt if I got them off when I was deep inside.
And I wanted that from Mercedes...
Total convulsion...
Total submission...
She moaned. She was getting close...
"Okay, baby..." I said, watching her face. She'd closed her eyes, her head turned to the side and her back arching as she strained towards me.
I should've patched her years ago...
What the hell had I been thinking, missing out on this?
"...blow around me, show me what that sweet pussy of yours can do..."
In the background, I heard voices...not close...but I knew some of the brothers had come into the shed. And the thought of them seeing me like this, watching me brand Mercedes, almost sent me over the edge.
This wasn't just about having sex with her...although having sex with her definitely kicked ass. No, this was about claiming her once and for all.
And the more people who saw it, the better.
With a new way of thinking, I slammed into her harder, loving the little grunting noises she made with every thrust.
I knew she was close, damned close, so I pulled out just enough to center my dick head on her G-spot and started a series of hard, short, unrelenting strokes.
And a short while later, she came with a scream, her hips jerking and her tits shaking.
Her sweet-hole felt like a damned vise, as I hammered and hammered. And after a couple more minutes, that did it for me.
I pulled out at the last second, spraying my come all across her stomach...
Perfect.
She'd never been more beautiful...at my mercy, covered in my seed and marked so much, that any man who saw her would know she was fucking claimed.
I wanted to tattoo my name across her ass and keep her tied up like this all day, ready and waiting for me...
But I knew that was impossible.
Because somehow, I doubted she'd be on board with that.
I bit back a grin as I watched Mercedes opened her eyes and looked up at me, dazed.
"Wow!" she whispered.
"No shit!" I replied, wondering if any man in history had ever felt half as satisfied as I did in that moment.
Probably not.
I dropped a hand down to her stomach, rubbing my come slowly up her body towards her nipples...
Yup, I was a pretty sick fuck, because even that turned me on.
Having an old lady wasn't half bad, I decided...
Not half bad at all.
MERCEDES
Holy shit on a stick! That was...unprecedented.
Sam had asked how many men I'd been with and I'd told him three. But compared to him? I wasn't sure the others even qualified.
I've never felt anything quite as good as what he'd just done to me. Not even close.
Now, he gazed down at me with lazy, hooded eyes, smug as all hell.
But he deserved to be.
I grinned right back at him. Maybe this wasn't such a huge mistake...
"Damn, she squealed like a fuckin' pig!" a man's voice said off to the far right. And I went from afterglow to pure horror in less than a second.
Not only was I splayed on the counter, totally exposed, but my hands were tied up, too.
I thrashed, trying to get free, hoping to hell they'd only just heard me, rather than watched the whole show.
Sam chuckled, which was not an acceptable response. Not even a little.
"Fuck off!" he said, turning towards the three men who'd come up next to the van. Not that close...but still too damn close.
And I noticed he didn't sound pissed. He sounded pretty damn pleased with himself.
"This one's mine. Go find your own girl!" he yelled. And the men laughed as they wandered over to the far side of the shed to look at the motorcycles...as if they hadn't just seen me getting publicly plowed.
Or had they?
Oh. My. God.
"Sam, pull down my shirt and let me go," I hissed. "Now!"
He reached down and straightened my bra and T-shirt, then tucked his dick back into his pants.
This wasn't cutting it...I wanted my arms free and my shorts on.
Now.
Instead, he leaned down over me, standing between my legs, his elbows braced on either side of my body.
"Okay, have we got things clear now?" he asked. And I glared up at him.
"What the hell are you doing?" I hissed. "Jesus, Sam, let me go. I need to get on my clothes. I can't believe they saw me like that."
"Like you've got anything they haven't seen before?" he asked, smirking. "You worry too much, babe. These are bikers, they've seen people fucking before. And it's a damned good thing they saw, too."
"How do you figure?"
"Because now they know you belong to me," he said. "I was so worried about Bray, I didn't figure it out until today..."
"Figure what out?"
"That this thing between us is already out there and it's already real. We can't make it go away. We're together and we'll make it work. Or we won't. Sex is the least of it, though. This goes way past sex."
Sudden hope hit me, then I shook my head, reminding myself not to be stupid. This was Sam. I might love him, but I wasn't blind...
"Are you saying you care about me?" I asked skeptically. "Like, really care?"
"Well, yeah," he said, wrinkling his forehead. "I've always cared about you, Merce. No secret there. I mean, I held you on the side of the road while you pushed out a baby. I don't wanna sound like a dick here, but the fact is, not every guy would do that. Somethin' happened that night. We pretended it didn't for a long time. Now we're done pretending."
"You're a giant slut," I said flatly, hating the words even though they needed to be said. "I won't be with a guy who sleeps around, yet here we are at a party where some random couple fucking in a shed doesn't even hit the radar. You plan to keep it in your pants?"
His eyes were dark and cool, and I knew my answer before he even opened his mouth.
"I won't bring anyone home," he said. "Even though right now I can't imagine wanting to screw anyone but you. But this life, it's about freedom. I became a Collector so I could make my own rules. I'm not looking to put my dick on a chain and hand it off to some woman like it's a damned puppy or something."
Pain ripped through me, and I thought about what Meg had told me.
Lay it out for him. Either he's on board or he's not.
Clearly, he wasn't on board, which meant this was one big, fat dead end.
My missing sense of self-preservation finally kicked back in...
God, I was such an idiot.
"You gonna untie that belt or what?" I asked, forcing myself to detach. Sam and Shaun might be very different men, but they had one thing in common...
They both saw me as a thing to own.
A possession.
Sam narrowed his eyes.
"Don't get all pissy," he said. "I'm not saying I plan to sleep around, but I don't think..."
"Let me up, Sam," I said, my voice soft. "I need to put on my clothes and get cleaned up. Then I want to go visit with my friends and pretend this didn't happen..."
"This happened."
"Let me up!"
He scowled at me, but he reached over and loosened the belt. And the instant my hands came free I sat up, pushing at his big, stupid chest to get him out of my way.
I hopped off the counter and grabbed my panties and shorts, sliding them on. Then I started walking away.
I needed to find a bathroom to clean myself up...
Then it hit me...he hadn't even worn a fucking condom!
Shit! SHIT!
How stupid could I be?
At least I was on the pill...and he'd pulled out...so there'll be no little brothers or sisters for Bray. Thank God!
Still, I'd need to get tested.
Thankfully, I knew he usually wore condoms...I'd certainly found enough of them around his house.
I'll talk to him about that later.
"Stop!"
I ignored him.
"Mercedes, I said to fuckin' stop!" Sam said, his voice harder. One of the men across the shed glanced up, speculation in his eyes...
Great. I guess giving the locals the first show wasn't enough.
We were still on his turf, though, so I'd follow his rules.
For now.
"What?"
"We're together now, you get that, right?" he asked. "I'm serious, Mercy. You're my property."
"I'm my own property," I said slowly and clearly. Time to make a break before things got even worse. "I didn't plan for this to happen, but I have to give you credit. You're pretty good at getting a girl off. I enjoyed every second of it. And I think you're right about Bray, too. He needs a man in his life. But us actually screwing doesn't really change anything. We're not working out. But that doesn't mean he needs to suffer. You guys keep doing your thing together. I won't get in your way."
"The situation is finally working for the first damned time."
I shook my head, resolute.
"Let me tell you what's going to happen in the next few days," I said. "I'm going to find a job, then I'm going to find a cheap place to live. And get out of your hair."
"That's fuckin' bullshit!"
"No," I replied. "That's reality! You want the freedom to sleep around. And I'm not willing to give you that. I want more. Sounds like we have a fundamental difference of opinion here, and I'm not going to try to change you. But I'll tell you one thing, Sam...I deserve to be with someone who gives a shit about me, as a person. Someone who values me enough not to sleep with other women. I'd rather be alone the rest of my life than settle for what you're offering. Consider yourself a hell of a booty call. But that's it. We clear?"
With that I walked away from him, hoping I didn't look too much like I'd just gotten my brains screwed out.
Not that it really mattered.
As much as I hated to admit it, I probably wasn't going to be seeing any of these people again anyway.
So far as I could tell, women were only part of the club when they were attached to a man. And I considered myself officially detached.
I'd be collecting my purse and my keys from the food table and then I'd be getting the hell away from the Collectors MC for good.
Too bad about the girls. I really liked them a lot.
"Holy shit! What happened to you?" Meg demanded. She looked me over and burst out laughing. "Ladies, check this one out."
My face heated and I wished I could disappear. So much for nobody guessing what I'd been up to.
"I see you and Wringer had your little discussion," Spirit said, peering closely at me. "What the hell is he, a damned vampire?"
"What do you mean?"
"You have hickies all over your neck," Mel said, smirking. "Big ones. He did it on purpose too. There's no way a person could do that by accident."
Fucking asshole!
"He is such a dick," I muttered.
"And this is news?" Marge asked. "They're all dicks. It's sort of a defining characteristic of men, babe. You know, that dangly thing between their legs?"
"I'm going home," I said. "I can't take this."
Meg stopped laughing and put her hands on her hips.
"You are so not going home," she said. "Absolutely not! Wasn't this the plan? To figure out what he really wanted from you? Looks like he stepped up. Doesn't mean you can't stick around and have fun with your girls."
"Oh, I know what he wants from me," I muttered, feeling miserable. "He wants me to be his property."
The women all squealed, and Marge tried to give me a hug.
"That kicks ass!" Mel said. But I shook my head, and they sobered, confused.
"He told me that if I sleep with another guy he'll cut off his dick and feed it to him," I said. "And then he told me he wouldn't make any promises about not sleeping around himself. He did say he wouldn't bring anyone home, so I guess I'm supposed to feel good about that? Um, no."
"Ouch!" Marge muttered. "That's not gonna work."
"Nope," Meg replied. "Although I see where he gets it. Some of these guys fuck anything that moves. They have their old ladies at home, ass on the side, and everyone just pretends it's not happening."
"Why would anyone think that's okay?" I asked. "I don't get it."
"I don't get it, either," Marge said. "But it's not really my business, telling other people how to live. I know what I'd do to Stud, though. He'd be praying for death by the time I was finished with him."
"He would be," Mel added grimly. "Marge is real good with a gun."
"Yup, I'd shoot his dick right off, one inch at a time," she confirmed. "And trust me, he knows it."
"Well I don't care how other people live," I said. "If they want to let their men sleep around, that's their business. But I'll be damned if I'll put up with it. It's not good enough for me. And there's no way I want Bray growing up thinking that's how you treat a woman. Sam can take his offer, stick it on a fork and shove it up his ass! Now I need to find a job and somewhere to live, because I'm sure as hell not living with him any longer."
Meg nodded, reaching into her back pocket and pulling out a tiny flask.
"It's medicinal," she said gravely. So I twisted off the lid and took a quick sniff, which led to a sneezing fit.
"What the hell is that?"
"My own special mix," she said, waggling her eyebrows. "Trust me, it won't solve a thing, but you know what it will do?"
"What?"
"Distract you," she said. "You'll be too busy trying to put out the fire in your throat. Bottoms up!"
I took a swig.
Damned if she wasn't right.
Four hours later, my throat still burned from Meg's special medicine.
But I'd decided not to leave, since the girls convinced me that I shouldn't let Sam win by running away.
And making sure he didn't win was extremely high on my list of priorities.
The next chapter will be a continuation of this...
Stay safe lovelies!