The Biker's Cherry (Royal Bastards MC: Charleston, WV 8)

“What?”

“Did you think I really wanted you back?” He shoves me toward the bed. “The plan was for Sheena to make sure you came, and have you drink something the boys and I like to call the panty dropper. Too bad for me Sheena drank it instead. Guess she felt guilty or maybe she forgot.”

“You’re sick. That’s crazy.”

“Take off your clothes, Kimber. I know you fuck bikers. That’s what your dear friend Sheena told Joseph and me after we both fucked her. So stop playing games with me. I heard you sucked his dick.”

Bile hits the back of my throat. I can’t believe she told. That was private. She promised. “You slept with Sheena?”

“I told you these were my friends. I call the shots. So get on your knees like the biker trash slut that you are and suck my dick.” He yanks on his zipper.

“Yeah sure. Why not?” I smile at him as anger boils inside my veins ready to erupt like a volcano. I play along. Licking my lips, I tell him, “Sit on the bed.”

“That’s what I’m talking about.” He jerks his pants down exposing his dick.

“I want to watch you jerk yourself off first. It really turns me on.”

“Damn, had I known what a little freak you were, I’d tried harder to get in your pants.”

I ignore his comment. “Do it faster.”

He smiles at me and starts pumping his fist, stroking himself faster.

I have no idea how I’m going to get out of this situation.

“Think it’s about time you join me.”

I don’t want to go anywhere near him, but I go to him. I drop to my knees and wrap my hand around his. I bat my lashes and pretend I’m getting into it when all I really want to do is throw up.

His hand slides out from under mine, and I give him a few tugs. His head drops back, and he closes his eyes. “That’s it, K. Now put your mouth on me.”

I lean in, letting him feel my boobs press to his knees then I dig my fingernails into his skin and squeeze hard as I go to my feet.

His eyes fly open as he jerks away from me. “What the fuck?”

“I will never ever suck your pathetic excuse of a dick. I may be biker trash, but I’m way too good for the likes of you.”

He looks down at his dick. “You made me bleed.”

“Good.” I turn to leave. When I start to twist the lock his fist wraps around my hair and yanks. I go backwards. The back of my head catches his chin as I fight to open the door. “Get the fuck off me,” I scream, hoping someone, anyone hears me and comes to my rescue.

“Fucking bitch.” He drags me back toward the bed, shoving me down on the mattress face first as he tries to pull my jeans down from behind with one hand while holding me down at the neck with the other. “Stop squirming and this will go a lot easier.”

“Please don’t do this, Brodix. I’m sorry.” Hot tears race down my cheeks.

“Going to fuck you like the biker trash that you are. Bet you’ll love that. I’ll ram my dick right up your ass.”

I start crawling forward on the bed. He’s drunk and not as strong as he thinks. He has hold of my calves, yanking me back toward him. I kick out as hard as I can until I connect with his stomach. I don’t inflict any real damage, but the force is enough he loses his grip on me. I scramble to the door and rush into the hallway. There’s a line of guys standing by one of the guest rooms.

“What’s going on?”

“Some chick is about to get a train ran on her.”

“All aboard. Choo choo,” someone else calls out.

I shove my way down the hall to where the line starts. Sheena is laying on a bed completely out of it. I’m not sure she’s even awake.

I push my way into the room and slam the door, trapping two guys with us.

“I dare either one of you to touch her,” I seethe. I don’t know if the vile things Brodix said about her are true, but this is beyond sick. “I swear to you I’ll call my Uncle’s MC and they will make you wish you were never born.”

One guy I recognize from my second period class holds his hands up.

“Both of you get out.” I crack the door wide enough for them to squeeze out then lock it.

I move toward Sheena and tap at her cheeks. “Hey. Are you okay?”

She lets out a groan and rolls into the fetal position. At least her clothes appear to be intact.

I don’t think this night could get any worse until I pull my phone out of my back pocket to call my mother to pick us up when I see that there’s already an ongoing call to Nav.

Oh my God. How much did he hear? Is he still on the line? I’m almost afraid to find out.

I’m about to find out when I hear a loud commotion in the hallway.

“Where the fuck is Kimber?” I hear come through both my speaker and the other side of the door. Holy shit. Nav’s here.

I hang up my phone and open the door to investigate.

“I’m here.” I look into the hallway and that’s when I see he has a gun aimed on Brodix. The barrel shoved between his eyes.