Betrayed (Soldiers of Darkness MC Book 2) Read online

  He looks at my hand as I push it through my hair, catching sight of my wedding ring. ‘You married now?’

  ‘Yeah. And you don’t get to go near her, you got that? My wife, this ain’t her business. And she ain’t yours.’

  ‘Pretty, is she?’

  I ain’t doing this…

  ‘I never thought I’d see the day one woman was enough for you.’

  ‘You know shit about me.’ I throw my cigarette onto the dusty ground and stamp on it. ‘You gonna tell me why I’m here or not?’

  ‘My brother wants me dead.’

  ‘Yeah, I know all that crap, I don’t need reminding.’

  ‘And now I want him dead.’

  Jesus fucking Christ!

  ‘And I need you to do that for me, Zeb.’

  Is he fucking kidding me?

  ‘This is bullshit…’

  ‘This is real. He started this, Zeb, he changed the game. And whether you like it or not you’re stuck in the middle. He wants you to kill me, I want you to kill him. So, I guess it’s time to see where your loyalties really lie.’

  Izzi

  Six is packed to the rafters again. Seems this place really is raking in the money for the Soldiers in the same way Laney’s does. And I kind of like hanging out here, I like the music and the atmosphere that always seems to verge on something slightly dark. Besides, I’ve just spent the best part of the day hanging out with toddlers and babies while the other old ladies bombarded me with questions about when me and Zeb are going to try for a baby. I don’t even know if we are, going to try, I mean. All I know is after a day of kids and baby talk I’m ready for Six.

  ‘So, are you and Zeb gonna be a mommy and daddy any time soon?’

  I look at Cora, and now I’m wishing I hadn’t told her about my day at the compound. ‘No.’

  She smiles and slips out of her dress, and I watch as she strips naked and applies lotion to her tanned skin. She’s getting ready for another night at Six, and I’m looking forward to seeing what she comes up with tonight, because she’s one hell of an inventive lady. You could never accuse her of being repetitive when she’s out there doing her thing.

  ‘You never thought about being a mom?’

  I drop my gaze and close my eyes because, yes. I had thought about being a mum. When Aiden had been alive. We’d been planning on getting pregnant as soon as possible, a honeymoon baby, that’s what we’d wanted. But Viper ripped that dream from me, and even though he paid for that; even though it’s been a little over two years since Aiden died the memories still come crashing back, at times, to swamp me with a pain that’s still as raw now as it was back then. Have I even given a moment’s thought to having Zeb’s baby? No. I haven’t. ‘I don’t think I’m ready for all that just yet, Cora.’ I look back up and she’s in her stage outfit now, a tiny black and silver bikini and killer heels that make her legs look endless. ‘Not sure if I ever will be. I mean, do I really want to bring a child into this world we live in?’

  She stops what she’s doing and comes over to me, stroking the hair from my eyes. ‘I think you’d be a great mom. A little twisted, maybe…’

  I laugh, and she smiles again and I’m so grateful to have her around. ‘You look great, by the way. That weight training you’re doing at the gym’s really paying off.’

  She flexes her biceps and I’m in awe of the delicate muscle she’s beginning to build. Her body’s becoming so toned and taut and I wonder if I should start visiting the gym myself. After all, the Soldiers own it, so I should be taking advantage of that.

  ‘One of the guys from the club is giving me some personal training,’ she says as she admires her physique in the mirror. ‘Nate. He’s been very useful.’

  ‘Oh yeah?’ I smirk, reaching out to run my fingers over her arm. ‘He been flexing more than his muscles, huh?’

  She looks at me and winks. ‘You bet your perfect ass he has. And believe me, darlin’, there’s plenty of cardiovascular exercise you can do that don’t involve a visit to the gym.’

  Her eyes lock with mine and the connection we still have; that pyhsical connection that was so strong when we worked together, the one we never did take to a personal level even though we came very close, it’s still there. But we both know neither of us is going to act on it now. It’s too dangerous.

  ‘You seem different, Izzi.’

  ‘Different?’ I frown, because I’m not sure what she means by that.

  She leans back against the countertop and folds her arms, her eyes still locked with mine. ‘That hard edge you had back in North Carolina, it ain’t there no more. You seem calmer.’

  I break the stare and drop my gaze again, smiling slightly. ‘I guess I must be settling down, huh?’ I look back up, and she’s smiling too.

  ‘Good. You deserve to be happy.’

  ‘I’m really glad you’re here, Cora.’

  ‘Yeah.’ She reaches out and gently strokes my cheek. ‘I missed you, Izzi.’

  The air’s suddenly filled with a heady atmosphere, and for a few, loaded beats neither of us say anything, but our eyes are back locked together, her hand still resting against my cheek. And then the moment passes and she drops her hand, turning to look in the mirror as she fluffs out her curls. ‘I’m playing with Holly tonight.’

  ‘Holly?’ I pull my knees to my chest and hug them tight against me.

  ‘New girl. Late twenties, auburn hair, body to die for…’ She looks at me, and I’m shocked at the pang of jealousy that shoots through me at the thought of Cora getting it on with another woman. I know she was still doing all that stuff at Laney’s, it’s just that I haven’t seen her, out there, with anyone else. And I’m not sure how I feel about that. Not that I’ve got any right to feel anything. I’m just being irrational now. ‘You gonna stick around and watch, honey?’

  ‘Yeah. Yeah, of course I am.’

  She moves in front of me, pulls my legs down and steps between them, tucking her finger under my chin and once more planting one of her super-light kisses on my slightly parted lips. ‘She ain’t gonna be anywhere near as beautiful to touch as you, Izzi,’ she whispers, and I feel that tingle in my groin start to build again. ‘So, when I suck on her tits and push my fingers inside her, I’m gonna pretend it’s you.’ She steps back and I exhale slowly, because I feel like I haven’t actually taken a breath for a good few seconds. ‘A girl can dream, right?’ She looks at me, and it’s a look that’s full of everything from regret to promises I wish she could keep. ‘If that’s all I’m gonna get to do.’

  Zeb

  That fucked-up meeting with Kes lasted all of half an hour but I been riding most of the day, just out on my own, trying to get my head around the messed-up situation I’ve been thrown into. I don’t want none of that shit. They’re pushing me into the middle of some family war that’s got fuck all to do with me, yet I’m the one who now has to find a way to deal with it. And right now, I got nothing.

  ‘Hey, Zeb. Mack’s back.’

  I look at Jet as he pushes a glass of bourbon towards me. ‘Where’s he been?’ I down the bourbon and push the glass back for a refill.

  ‘Dunno. Just said he had something to sort out.’

  ‘And? Is it sorted?’

  He shrugs and hands me my drink. ‘I’m guessing so. He’s organized a meeting for tomorrow, though. Says he needs to see us all. Got something to tell us, apparently.’

  ‘And he’s telling you this shit? Not the fucking brother who’s had to deal with his crap while he’s been away doing Christ knows what?’

  ‘He said he’s been trying to get hold of you all day but you not been answering your phone.’

  Shit! I’ve had the fucking thing switched off ‘cause I didn’t want no distractions. I pull it out of my pocket and switch it back on, and Jet’s right. There’s a barrage of missed calls from Mack. I down my second whiskey and rake both hands through my hair. Mack can fucking wait ‘til tomorrow. ‘Izzi here?’

  Jet jerks his head at the st
age where Cora’s about to do her thing, and I see Izzi looking on from the sidelines. And I keep my eyes on her more than I do Cora, watching her reaction as Cora peels what little shit she has on off; watch Izzi’s breathing change as Cora welcomes another girl on to the stage, a new girl who only started working here a few days ago.

  I indicate to Jet to get me another drink, and I take my eyes off Izzi for a second and watch as Cora strips her companion naked and pushes her into a chair, spreading her legs and crouching down to lick her pussy, and the brothers in here, man, they love this shit. And as I glance back over at Izzi, yeah. She likes this shit, too. I mean, this is what she used to do. She used to be up there, with Cora, back when they both worked at Laney’s. They used to fuck each other and play with each other and let everyone watch, and I never saw none of that. By the time I got there Mack had pulled Izzi outta any girl-on-girl action. But I’m looking at her now, and I know she misses that. Would I let her back up there? No, she ain’t giving no-one a free show. Those days are gone. She can watch, I’m fine with that. But she ain’t playing in public no more.

  I down my drink and head over to my wife, coming up behind her and kissing her neck as my hand slides down over her thigh.

  ‘That better be you, Zebrowski.’

  ‘You expecting anyone else?’ I murmur into her neck, breathing in her perfume.

  She leans back against me as her fingers intertwine with mine, and I feel all the crap I’ve had to endure today fade away. For now, anyway, but I ain’t gonna let it ruin my night.

  ‘You miss that?’ I ask her as she reaches back to touch my cheek. ‘Dancing. Making out with another woman while all those horny biker bastards watch?’

  She turns her head to look at me, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth. ‘And if I was? Missing it, I mean.’

  I turn her around and pull her against me, kissing her quickly. Man, she tastes of beer and bourbon and I just wanna take her home and get rid of all this fucking frustration Sam and Kes have laid on me. I don’t wanna be feeling that shit. What I wanna be feeling is her, riding me hard and fucking me fast. ‘What d’you miss most, though, huh? The dancing? Or the making out with another woman?’

  She pushes herself against me and my cock reacts, come on! What the hell else was it gonna do? ‘Definitely the making out with another woman,’ she breathes, and I crush her body harder against mine, kissing her long and deep, her fingers threading into my hair as I push her back against the wall.

  ‘So why don’t you and Cora get it together, huh?’

  She looks at me with an element of surprise, but I can already feel the excitement rising up in her. Her tits are heaving and her breathing’s all heavy and uneven. ‘And you’re OK with that, are you?’

  I grin, ‘cause, yeah. I’m fine with that. But there are conditions. ‘You can do what the hell you want with each other, baby.’ I rest my hand against her neck, my mouth almost touching her ear as I speak. ‘As long as I can watch.’

  She slides her hands up under my T-shirt, her fingers grazing my skin, then she moves them lower, sliding them down my jeans, grasping my cock tight and, man, I’m trying so hard to control this shit now. ‘You want a private show?’

  ‘You bet your beautiful ass I do.’

  She bites down on her lip as she strokes my cock, and I just wanna ram it into her, right here, so I slip a hand up under her skirt and push her panties to one side, and she knows what I’m doing. She unzips me and I lift her up, lowering her down onto my throbbing cock and she wraps her legs around me and takes me, Jesus, I fucking needed this!

  I’m calm the second I’m inside her. We’re in the middle of a crowded bar, the music’s thumping, vibrating all around us, but I close my eyes and hold her tight and make like we’re the only two people here as I thrust into her. And it don’t take long, ‘cause as I’m fucking her I’m picturing Cora with her tongue buried deep in Izz’s pussy; I’m imagining their naked bodies together, playing with each other, just for me. Jesus fucking Christ! I wanna watch my wife making out with another woman so bad it tips me over the fucking edge and I bury my face in Izzi’s shoulder as I come, and she clings onto me and wraps those legs tighter around me, so tight it’s like she ain’t ever gonna let me go. And I’m fine with that…

  Izzi

  ‘Couldn’t wait ‘til we get home, huh?’

  I pull my skirt back down over my thighs amd stay backed against the wall, his face breaking into a grin as he leans in to me, running his thumb lightly across my cheek.

  ‘Sometimes a man needs an instant hit, darlin’.’

  I look up into his eyes and cock my head slightly, catching his hand as it rests against my face. ‘What you said about me and Cora…?’

  ‘I’m serious, princess.’

  Is he? I’m not sure. I still think he’s hiding something from me, and I think he’s trying all ways to distract himself from whatever that is.

  ‘You’re OK with a woman touching me?’

  ‘I told you, baby, I’m fine with that. ‘Cause you’ll be doing it for me, in front of me, for me.’ He rests his mouth against mine and smiles, his hand pressing harder against my cheek. ‘You’ll fuck her, then I’ll fuck you.’

  ‘Not her?’

  He shakes his head and kisses me hard, his body crushing mine, and I grip his fingers tight. ‘I don’t want no-one else, baby girl.’

  ‘Zeb…’

  ‘You gonna do this for me, darlin’?’

  Am I tempted? Jesus, yes! I love Zeb, I really do, in fact, if I’m being completely honest with myself I think I’m falling more in love with him every day. That’s happening now, I really think it is. But there’s a part of me that aches to be with Cora. And Zeb’s giving me permission to do that. He just needs to watch. And I’m OK with that.

  ‘You really want this?’ I whisper, running my fingers over his rough jaw line.

  ‘I really want this.’

  I smile, and he grins, and I feel a twisted excitement rise up inside of me.

  ‘Go get your friend, darlin’. We’re going home.’

  Zeb

  Sure I seen girls make out with each other before. It’s almost a daily occurrence at the clubhouse, but I don’t want this to be some seedy public show. My wife ain’t no biker mama, and what she’s doing for me, it ain’t for no-one else’s eyes but mine.

  I told them to go get ready, to do whatever the hell it is they need to do to get started while I get myself a beer, but as I head back to the bedroom I feel a strange sensation in my gut. I told her I was fine, that seeing her with a woman was OK with me, but now I’m about to witness that and I ain’t entirely sure I am gonna be OK with it. But then I kick open the door and, man, the sight that greets me is like every brother’s real-life wet dream.

  I throw myself into a chair and take a long draft of beer, watching as Izzi straddles Cora, leaning over to kiss her in a way that’s got my cock hard in a heartbeat. She’s naked and beautiful and when she kneels up and Cora pulls her hips towards her, pulling Izzi apart with her thumbs, I continue to watch as Cora just looks at her for a few beats, her fingers gently touching Izzi and, man, her moans are freakin’ killing me! That sound is making me crazy, and then Cora leans forward and pulls Izzi’s hips further towards her until her face is buried in her pussy, and there ain’t ever been a girl-on-girl show made me feel like this. Someone else is touching my wife and I really am OK with that. ‘Cause that someone ain’t Mack fucking Slayer…

  Izzi

  I close my eyes and lean back, my hands on Cora’s knees as her tongue licks me and probes me and when she pulls me wide apart and slides it inside me I cry out as a wave of pleasure floods me. And I know Zeb’s here now, I can hear his breathing, heavy and ragged from the back of the room and that just excites me even more. My whole body shudders as Cora licks me out, and I jerk against her as I feel that wave intensify, getting ready to crash over me. But then she pulls out, and the cry that escapes me this time is one of frustration, I
was so fucking close, and the ache in my thighs is verging on painful now. But I know she’s just prolonging the game, for our sake as well as Zeb’s. We don’t know if this is going to be a one-time thing or if it’s going to be something my husband needs on a regular basis. So we’re making the most of it.

  ‘You gonna let me watch?’ Cora murmurs as she flips me over onto my back, slides a pillow under my hips and spreads my legs wide. ‘When he fucks you? ‘Cause you know he’s gonna, don’t you?’

  I smile and reach out and cup one of her breasts, sitting up slightly to suck on a nipple, relief once more flooding me as my tongue slides over her skin. ‘That depends on him,’ I breathe, gasping quietly as she palms my pussy, pressing against it, the heel of her hand pushing on my clit and I shiver. ‘He might not want an audience.’

  ‘And what about you, huh?’

  My hips jerk up slightly as she pushes her fingers inside me, and I hear Zeb groan again, and I want him. I want to feel him inside me now, that’s how messed-up this is going to get. I want Cora to finger-fuck me and I want Zeb’s cock in my ass, yeah, that’s how messed-up this really is. But Cora, she knows me, she can read me, and she knows what I need. She ain’t afraid to play this game.

  ‘Hey, Zeb.’ She doesn’t take her eyes off me even though she’s speaking to him. ‘Wanna join in, handsome?’

  I feel the pillow being ripped away from underneath me and Cora pulls me over onto my side, but she keeps her fingers inside me, and I move my leg so it rests on her thigh. Because Zeb’s behind me now. He’s still got his jeans on, I can feel the denim rough against my skin, but his torso’s naked. And he’s warm and hard and I close my eyes and lie back against him as his fingers lightly stroke my ass. The anticipation is both painful and exciting as I wait, my belly full of butterflies and a dangerous ache, and I reach back and touch Zeb’s thigh, breathing him in. And then I feel his fingers slide over my asshole, and another shiver wracks my body as his cock slowly pushes inside, just the tip at first, but with Cora’s fingers still inside my pussy it’s an almost overwhelming feeling. She’s sucking my tits and finger-fucking me gently and as Zeb pushes his cock deeper into me from behind, his hand resting on my thigh as he pulls me further back against him, I feel my head start to spin. I feel like I’m being pulled back from this whole experience, made to watch it from the sidelines. And then Zeb whispers something in my ear, and I’m suddenly yanked back to the reality of the situation. And as he pushes all the way in I cry out as a tiny jolt of pain takes over, only to be followed almost immediately by the most incredible wave of intense pleasure; I haven’t felt anything like it before. Zeb and me, we’ve done some twisted shit in our time, but a threesome was never something we’d even thought about. But now it’s happening…