“Fuck that, bitch, I come to tell you to stay away from my man, and stay the fuck away from the club,” she snarled, leaning forward.
I couldn’t help it, I let out a little laugh. This did not help Ginger’s temper. “Are you serious?” I wheezed. “You are actually coming into my place of business, swearing at me, insulting me, when you haven’t even actually met me, to tell me to stay away from your man? Like we are in some bad romance movie?” I rolled my eyes, taking a step towards her.
She stood strong, looking like she’d actually want a bitch fight. Who was I kidding? They were probably her cardio, the reason she stayed so skinny was thanks to slut showdowns.
“Unless I was mistaken, it was Cade in my bed last night, not yours. And I have never, not once heard him mention your name. So if you’d excuse me, I have a business to run.” I looked her up and down. “Unless you need help with something?” My tone and my gaze implied she definitely needed help, in more ways than one.
She went a little pale during my speech, but now was sporting a smug grin. “He might want a little taste of some high class pussy, but he’ll come back to me. He always does, and if I’m not mistaken, he was in my bed last Saturday night and it was me who sucked his cock so good he swore he never had better.”
She scowled as my stomach dropped, but I didn’t let the look on my face falter.
“I see you were not taught basic manners, nor were you taught that that kind of crude language is tacky on a woman. Now I will repeat my earlier statement, please get the heck out of my store.” I narrowed my eyes at her, daring her to challenge me.
Queen Bitch Slut gave me one last scowl before she turned on her tacky heels. Once she was out of sight, I supported myself on the counter and took a deep breath.
Cade had said he was on a ride last weekend, and I didn’t think he’d lie. I trusted Ginger as far as I could throw her. She was lying to get at me. All I needed to do was ask Cade, which I would do. I took one more breath, used my yoga breathing, calmed down a bit and started tidying the shop.
I kept busy with odd jobs until closing time came around and the bell announced Cade’s arrival. I was bent down at the sweater table, refolding some stuff.
“Hi, honey, won’t be a sec,” I called over my shoulder.
Two hands settled on my hips, Cade’s hard length pressed into my behind.
“Fuck, babe, it should be illegal for you to wear this kind of shit, I don’t like what the boys will be thinking about when they see this.” His hand traveled down the bare skin of my back.
“Cade, someone could walk in,” I protested weakly, already turned on.
He pulled me closer and his lips circled my neck, soon I wouldn’t care if the whole town came in and watched.
“Door’s locked, Gwen, need to fuck you before we leave.” His voice was hoarse with desire.
I felt a delicious dip in my stomach and got instantly wet.
“Here?” I whispered, looking over my shoulder. We were hidden from the window, only just. My eyes locked on Cade’s, which were molten.
“Here,” he declared gruffly.
He roughly kissed me before reaching his arms around my body and cupping my breasts, tugging on my nipples so I felt a mixture of pleasure and pain. I moaned.
“No bra? Not sure I like the fact your nipples could poke through this top for everyone to see,” he growled.
I couldn’t reply, I just reached for my jeans and unbuttoned them. One of Cade’s hands left my breast, slipping into my underwear.
“Fuckin’ sopping. My baby’s always ready for me.” He rubbed me, knowing how close I was already.
“Cade,” I pleaded.
“What, Gwen?” he asked as he continued rubbing, my breath hitching.
“Need you inside me,” I managed to grind out.
“No, you’re going to come on my hand, then I’m going to fuck you, then you gonna come on my dick.”
His hand worked faster, I all but collapsed on the table, his callused hands bringing me to orgasm. Cade’s arm pushed me down, keeping my ass in the air while he rolled my jeans to my ankles. I heard his belt buckle undo, then he was inside me, hard, rough, exquisite. I screamed, sensitive from my orgasm, relishing the feeling of him filling me in this intense position. He pounded me hard, his mouth at my neck.
“Cade,” I moaned.
He didn’t reply, just plunged deeper, took me harder. I gripped the table as he slammed into me, biting at my neck. I lost control yet again, my muscles clenched around him. Pleasure and pain took over my body as he bit harder into my neck while he climaxed.
We stayed like that for a couple of seconds, both recovering. Cade gave me light kiss on my shoulder then pulled out, I straightened and tugged up my jeans.
“I’m just going to go and clean up,” I told him quietly, my voice weak from the sex, and maybe Ginger’s words lingering in my brain.
Cade must have sensed something because he clutched my chin.
“Everything okay, Gwen?” His eyes searched mine.
I looked back at him and forced a smile. “Yeah, fine,” I said brightly, turning towards the bathroom.
“No bitch is okay when she says ‘fine,’” he muttered.
After cleaning up and fixing my hair and makeup, I came out to see Cade leaning against the door, a paper bag in his hands.
“Ready to go?” I asked, shutting off the computer.
“Got something for you today.” Cade handed me the paper bag.
I stared at his outstretched hand, taken back. We had only just got together and he was giving me presents? I was liking this man more and more. I quickly took the bag out of his hands. I reached in to reveal the most awesome leather jacket I had ever seen. It was black and the softest leather I’d ever felt. Being a buyer, I knew it was good quality. It was light but had a thick lining, cropped, biker style, with awesome gold zips.
I beamed at Cade. “This is kick ass!” I nearly yelled, and he smirked. I slid it on. Perfect fit. “Thanks, Cade, I love it,” I told him, reaching up to kiss him.
He really smiled this time, and I savored it, smiles from Cade were rare.
“Glad to hear that, you need something to keep you warm on the bike, and you look fuckin’ hot in it,” he replied. “Now let’s go, I’m gonna show you how we party.”
My smile faltered a bit, I tried to hide it. I was a little nervous about going to the clubhouse with all the big biker men there. I had encountered the guys a couple of times, they were always polite, albeit a bit gruff. I knew they wouldn’t hurt me, they were Cade’s brothers, and from what I could tell, decent men. Cade, like always, noticed. He pulled me to him, touching our foreheads.
“I’ll be with you the whole time, babe, you won’t leave my side.”
We arrived at the clubhouse — it was out of town, in the industrial area. It was fully fenced, with big gates, had a sign outside with “Lucas Lincoln Mechanics” and had a flag with the patch on it. The gates opened as we rolled up, revealing the party to be in full swing, and it was only about 5:30pm.
There was a mechanic area and office up the front, but towards the back there was a big house with a huge deck opening onto a grassed barbeque area to the left. There were people and bikes everywhere. People on the deck were sitting down sipping beers, more people were scattered around the lawn. Most of them were gruff looking bikers, some with arms around a woman or multiple women. The women ranged from young to old, some dressed similar to me, others wearing outfits similar to Ginger.