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Chapter 5
Snake
I grunt as I finish tightening the last bolt on my dark blue tank, Harley, the red devil shining through. I grab the rag and wipe the sweat on my forehead before wiping my oiled hands. My bike had an oil leak that needed fixing. I know I could have just taken it to our garage, but I love working on my bike myself; it's my baby that my parents helped me pay for when I was sixteen. Dad had ensured I paid for half, working weekends and evenings at the garage, but I got it.
Proudest fucking moment for a sixteen-year-old.
I spend the next hour cleaning my bike, making her shine, before grabbing my black t-shirt off the chair, putting it on, and then my cut before the door opens to the club's small garage on site. Celine struts in. Her black dress hugs her curves, showcasing her tits and barely covering her ass.
She smirked, seeing my cock shaping my jeans at the sight of her. I haven't fucked anyone since her last week; I've been too busy, so of course he's going to take notice. Plus, I drove an hour to the Untamed Hell Fire's clubhouse. Star had a birthday party where her blood family was not welcome due to her father taking her Momma's side after she saved him and convinced him to give his marriage a try despite how her Momma had treated her growing up, allowing her sister to mistreat her. I was told I was going, and she'd hunt me down if I didn't show up.
Demanding that woman, but also scary as shit. Flame has his hands full, that's for sure.
And just to make it worse, my Momma came along with my dad, and she got chucked in the slammer overnight with half the other old ladies in their club for mooning passersby.
I shake my head. Fucking women will be the death of me. Altogether, they're the biggest headaches going.
I notice Helena standing near the doorway, scowling at how Celine just walks up to me and cups my junk, squeezing it and making me groan. Her face goes even redder when I don't shove Celine away; instead, I allow her to remove my hard cock and drop to her knees, where she instantly licks me from balls to tip. One, twice, three times before sucking me deep. I grip her hair and drop my head back. The redhead from the club came to mind in her dark blue dress, which hugged her curves. Two fucking years, yet she's all I can think about, and I don't even know what color her eyes are or, heck, even her name, which I know Helena would never give me.
I sigh.
Celine deep throats me and swallows, the sensation feeling fucking awesome around my cock. I can feel Helena's eyes, but I don't stop Celine; instead, I grip her hair to keep her head still. She sucks hard as I thrust my hips forward and then backward. Fucking her mouth. Celine moans around my cock, the vibrations shooting through me as she rubs her thighs together, trying to get friction, and I can practically feel the jealousy coming from Helena.
I start to feel my spine tingle when Celine grips my balls in her hand, and I groan, letting the feeling take over me as I cum deep down her throat. She moans as she swallows my load before gently licking the tip, ensuring she gets it all before standing up with a grin. I quickly put myself away and smirked at the peeping tom, "Enjoy the show, Helena?"
She bites her bottom lip, lust shining through her eyes, wanting to join in, making me snort as I grab my bike keys. I look at Celine and say, "Meet me near the bar inside; I'll park my bike up and be there in a minute."
Her eyes shine, "Or you could let me climb on the back and take me somewhere before fucking me over the tank."
Helena growls in frustration at her words, realizing she's not getting an in and is taking the situation completely differently before storming off. I shake my head, "No woman, not even my momma goes on the back of my bike; you know this, Celine."
She sighs but nods before turning and walking out the door as I push my bike out of the garage. Only old ladies go on the back of a brother's bike. Someone they see as forever. Bullet had never allowed his ex to go on the back of his, so a part of him always knew she wasn't the one. Doc is the only one who allows someone on his bike—his sister's best friend—who he's in love with. He doesn't want to ruin her chances of a life, so he never went there with her, despite knowing she feels the same.
The man is a bloody idiot.
I park my bike near the front door, where it belongs, before walking in. The clubhouse is half full; most brothers are busy with life and work. I walk over to the bar and take a seat next to my dad and Sniper before Celine walks between my legs, then leans her back against my chest like we're some sort of fucking couple.
And before you say it, no, I'm not stringing her along; she's also fucking her banker and the guy at the grocery store.
I scowl at her, which she ignores as Sniper slides a beer towards me, but she takes it, gulping a few swigs. My dad laughs at the look on my face as my brother clears his throat, hoping to de-escalate me, kicking off big time.
The bitch took my beer. Just because we fuck doesn't give her the right to act like we're a fucking couple.
"I finally hired someone at the garage."
I look at my brother and ask, "Any better than the last receptionist?" He winces but nods. "Yeah, I don't plan on fucking her like Bell; besides, this girl had already been claimed a few years ago, and I won't be stepping on the guy's toes because he'll make his move soon." I furrow my brows at his words, but he just smiles. "Anyway, I made a deal with her; she'll work as a receptionist for four months as I help her gain experience on the bikes and cars. She's Gerry Reynolds's daughter. The Mustang you have sitting in Dad's garage that Momma bought for you a while back; she built it with her grandpa but sold it to help her parents with bills. She has a degree in mechanical engineering, but we both know no one will hire her without legitimate experience. Add to that the fact that she's a chick, well." He shrugs, but I nod in understanding. The few car shops and garages in the surrounding areas are controlled by men who believe women belong in the kitchen when they can do just as much as us men can.
I accept the new beer from Leo, who will patch in next week, as Celine gently rubs my arm before my brother and father share a look before Sniper clears his throat, "You, uh, should come meet her; she's on until four today."
Celine snorts, "No offense, Sniper, but Snake here isn't going to want to meet some grease monkey wannabe she-man when he's about to take me to bed."
My dad and brother scowled at her before Bullet approached me, patting my back and defusing them. "Actually, Celine, with the mistrust that's happened in the club, Snake is required to vet her. Now is his only free time, you know, due to meetings, the bar, events with our allies, and overseeing his house being built."
Ah, yes, the house my mother had been nagging me to build for years. I finally relented to just shut her up.
Celine tenses, and I sigh as I pat her ass, knowing Bullet is right, before moving her forward and walking to the door, not missing the smirks from the three men.
Hmm, something is going on.
