Chain - Heartlands Motorcycle Club

Part of me I didn’t know I could give.

I give her one last thrust and let go, feeling my seed release in long, thick jets, pumping and rooting inside her bare cunt, knowing no matter what, she belongs to me now.

Only me.

Chapter Ten

Meadow

“How the fuck do you know all this, darlin’?” The one they call Gage eyes me up and down, and I hear Chain release a low growl beside me. I shiver with need, the memory of how he fucked me, ate my pussy, then fucked me again and again through the night…but try to ignore the implication.

“I’ve been doing this a long time,” I explain, “but I wasn’t always a thief. I had an interesting childhood, kind of home-schooled in a way. My parents taught me skills more than facts, and one of those skills was how to turn money into more money.”

It’s how they funded our nomad lifestyle. When they weren’t in the Congo starting schools or in some remove Brazilian rainforest helping people learn to farm in a more productive and efficient way, they took the little money they made and turned it into more.

My father was a Astro-physicist by education and my mother had a PhD in computational mathematics from UC Berkeley.

I click a button and point to the screen and Gage laughs. “That’s your projection?” He glances up at Troy, who I’m starting to realize is in charge around here. “It’s impressive, man. I like her.”

Troy clenches his jaw, and I’m getting the impression he doesn’t like me anywhere near as much as Gage and Chain do. “All right, church meeting. There are clearly things we need to discuss.” He meets my eyes. “Without you, honey.”

I look back at Chain. He has his hand on my leash, so I couldn’t go without his permission anyway, but also I don’t want to. I like knowing I’m his, that he’s protecting me and keeping me safe. Even if Troy threatened me, I wouldn’t go against Chain’s wishes. I’d just trust him to make sure no harm came to me.

“It’s okay, Med. I just need to have a talk with the guys. Come on, you can wait in the clubroom.”

He gives my collar a little tug, and I follow him out through the doors. He points to an old bench seat from a truck that’s been repurposed to serve as a sofa, and I immediately sit down while he loops my leash onto a peg. Some other guys, and a few girls and older women, are milling about in the clubroom, but I know better than to meet their eyes.

“Wait here,” Chain says, and I nod in response as he heads back inside, closing the doors behind him.

He’s barely gone a few moments before a skinny blonde with jailhouse tats and a skirt so short and tight I swear I can practically see the good china is standing in front of me. “So, you’re the bitch that tried to steal from the club, huh?”

“I don’t want any—”

“Yeah, that’s her. Chain’s got a thing for her.” I glance across at her friend, a boy not much older than me. I know enough about clubs like this to know he’s prospecting; trying to prove himself, so he can become a full club member. “Only reason she’s still alive, that’s what I heard. All so she can wet his dick. He’ll get tired of that soon enough.” He lets out a little laugh, and the skinny bitch turns the stink-eye on me.

“That right, huh? You think your pussy’s going to save you?” She grins. “More than enough pussy around here already. He’ll get bored, and then he’ll come right back to me. And you, you little gash, will be out.” She makes a cutting motion across her throat, and the implication is clear, but that’s not what makes me turn my gaze down to the floor.

It’s what she said.

He’ll come right back to me.

It shouldn’t get to me, but it does. The thought that Chain would ever be with another woman makes me want to throw up. I don’t want to share him, and that scares me. Because whatever is going on in that room right now, it’s not a part of my plan. Sure, I’ll stay and help the MC get their finances working for them. I owe them that, and they’re not as bad as I assumed. But long term, I need to move on. Putting down roots isn’t in my nature.

And yet, here I am getting upset because some other girl might comfort my man when I’m gone. What the fuck is happening to me?

“Hey, Tara, have a cookie.”

I look up to find an older woman standing beside the skinny blonde. She’s got the same amazing blue eyes as Chain, and a curvier figure than most of the other women I’ve seen around here.