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"Slicer. Thanks for the tip; you just probably saved us thousands."
The woman looks at the hand, then back to him, and I furrow my brows while Cara snaps.
"How fucking rude not shaking his hand. What are you, a fucking snob? You can't touch a biker."
The woman just raises her brow at Cara before looking back at Slicer, giving him a little wave and making him look at her like she's weird because, yeah, it is weird. It doesn't stop me from wanting her, though.
"I'm Leah, and I'm 21 years old. I have worked at the college campus bar a few towns over since I was 18. My parents livenear Hudson Bridge, and I would shake your hand, but no offense, that's the hand you were, you know, between you and the woman."
My eyes widen before I try to hold in my laughter while Slicer looks down, seeing it's wet, before shaking his head. "Fucks sake," he mumbles before looking up again, smiling, "sorry doll."
I growl, not able to keep it in at his nickname while he bites back a smile as she looks at me like I'm the fucking weird one, which yeah, I guess was weird before she looks back at Slicer.
"It's fine. So about the job?"
We both grin at her before Slicer nods subtly. She saved our asses, so I nodded before looking at her. "You'll start off as a waitress; if you stay longer than a year, then we'll try you behind the bar. Come in tomorrow at 5 p.m. to go through the tables before we open. The pay is £8.45 an hour, not including tips; whatever you make, you keep." I grab the paperwork for her to fill out for insurance. "Fill these in and bring them back with you; we pay your insurance in full."
She grins wide before letting out a relieved breath. "Thank you so much."
She holds her hand out to me as her other one takes the form, and I shake it, sucking in a breath at the electric shock while she gasps before pulling her hand back, looking at it weirdly before shaking her head, turning to Slicer, about to hold her hand out but stopping herself, making us both chuckle before she shakes her head again and waves at him before looking at me subtly, making me bite back a grin.
She feels this between us too; good to know.
She clears her throat. "I'll, uh, see you both tomorrow then."
We nod, and she turns to leave, again looking at me subtly, and I hold back my grin.
Hook, line, and sinker, she's fucking mine.
As she goes through the door, Slicer sniffs his hand, then gags, making me laugh out loud before he rushes off to wash his hands, mumbling about having to wash his dick too and get tested. I'm still laughing when Cara comes into view. She leans over the bar and squeezes my hand, making my laughter die off at the look on her face, and I raise a brow at her.
"I understand that you like this girl; I saw the connection you both had, but Gunner, I'm sorry, baby, she's outside with Carl. He called her his girlfriend."
I swallow hard before removing my hand from hers, hoping it's not true. Carl's been here for three years; he's the same age as me and is classed as family; we all grew up together.
I walk out the back door, hoping it's not true, especially when he never mentioned it before, but stop in my tracks to see the head of Carl's black hair that's bent, kissing the girl I felt a connection with. She squirms in his grip, and then I notice his hand down her jeans, and I fist my hands as he tries to get her off before swallowing hard.
I turn and head back inside, feeling fucking defeated. We don't snatch other brothers' girlfriends, including men we see as family, even if they're not brothers yet. He's going through his prospect phase as we speak. Next week, he'll be patched in as a brother. I find Cara wiping down the oak counter before I grab her hand, pulling her towards the hallway, where I turn her around, making her gasp as I flip her short skirt up over her ass. I rip her thong before unzipping my jeans and pulling my cock out. I quickly sheath myself before shoving myself into her already wet cunt, bottoming out and making her moan out in pleasure.
And that's how I spent most of my time over the years, fucking Cara to forget the love I became to feel for the girl I couldn't have.
If only I had stayed fucking longer outside to know the situation was different than I had realized and we as a club had treated her better.
Leah – 21 years old
I grin as I walk out of the bar, feeling happy and delighted while also trying to forget how Gunner's hand felt in mine or how his gray eyes ate my body up before something. No, someone grabs my hand and shoves me to the side, making me gasp before I start to struggle as the person's hand comes over my mouth while their forearm holds me against the wall. I look up with tears in my eyes to see a man smirking at me, his brown eyes looking black as he stares down at me.
I try to shove him, but he just laughs.
"Now come on, darling, I saw how much you enjoyed the Slicer show; why don't we have one of our own?"
I bite his hand, causing him to curse, and before I can scream, he moves his forearm and grips my hair from behind, fusing his lips with mine. I try to get out of his hold, but he doesn't let go of me.
His hand grips my hair tightly, pulling my head back as his other hand moves between us and down our bodies, and I instantly freeze before he unbuttons my jeans. My panic comes in, and I start to shove him hard, screaming against his lips, but he bites down hard on my bottom lip, causing me to cry out as my tears fall down my cheeks. I can feel the blood on my chin while he shoves his hand into my pants.
NO, NO, PLEASE, NO.
I've never had sex; my best friend Sophie gave her virginity to her high school boyfriend only for him to sleep with the school-mean girl the next day on graduation. It put me off and made me want to wait until I was in love.
