Page 1 of Blade: Blade Outlawz MC

“Damn.” Jalen groaned after he rolled over from on top of me.

We were in his studio apartment, fucking for the third time this week. I watched him as he climbed out of bed and walked toward the bathroom. It was small, but his place was cute for a guy. He had a partition that blocked off the bedroom area from the living room. The living room had a love seat, a television, and a coffee table that held a few books.

The bedroom area was spacious enough for the two of us to move if we needed to, but I never stayed there for too long. Usually, I would fuck him, clean myself up, and leave. I sat up on the side of the bed to get up when Jalen reentered the space.

“Where are you going?” he asked like he was surprised.

“I have to get out of here. I’m supposed to be at the clubhouse, and I’m sure you need to be there as well.”

“I do, but I wanted us to talk first.” He handed me a wet washcloth, and I used it to wipe myself off.

If I hurried, I could make it home to shower and make it to the clubhouse before my father could get the chance to fuss at me.

“Talk? Talk about what?” I slid my panties and jeans up over my thighs, then stood to pull them up. I sat back on the bed to hear what he had to say.

He’d put on his boxers while he was in the bathroom, so at least I wouldn’t be distracted by his dick. I couldn’t help but look at his muscular chest with a tattoo of a skull on the right corner of it.

Jalen placed his hand on my thigh. “I wanted to talk about us.”

My eyes widened. “Jalen, you and I both know that can’t happen. I don’t see anything wrong with what we have going on.”

He grabbed my hand and held it. “I want more than that, Pep. I like you a lot.”

Jalen was a prospect trying to get into my father’s motorcycle club, and he and I both knew my dad would kill him if he found out what we were doing. For me, that was why I did it. Not to get Jalen killed, but I liked sneaking behind my father’s back and doing shit he wouldn’t like.

Harold Wilson was a strict father. Even with me being in my early thirties, he still thought he could dictate my life. It was my fault because I allowed him to. He was all I had in this world besides my uncle and favorite cousin on my mom’s side.

“Jalen, I like you, too, but we can’t be any more than what we are. My father would kill the both of us if he ever found out.” I cupped the side of his face. “I don’t want you to die because of me.”

His eyes softened as he stared into my eyes. “You’re right. I won’t say anything else about it, but I don’t want to stop what we have going on. Maybe after I get into the club, I can talk with your father and tell him my intentions.”

“Maybe.”

I really hoped by the time Jalen got into the club, he would have moved on from me. I didn’t want him talking to my father because I didn’t want the things he wanted. I didn’t do love, and I wasn’t looking for it. I would just enjoy Jalen while I could. Sooner or later, I would get bored with him, or my father would kill him. I didn’t need his blood or anyone else’s on my hand.

“Look, I have to go. I’ll see you at the clubhouse.” I kissed his cheek, grabbed my jacket, and left his place.

I had to hide my bike in Jalen’s building garage because everyone in town knew it. There was no way they could miss it because it was the only pink bike around here with a damn pepper shaker on the side. The pepper shaker was because of my name, Pepper Ann. I always wondered why the hell my mother named me that. My uncle was just as bad because he named my cousin Cayenne. I guess they both had an affinity for spices.

When I got to the garage, I walked my bike out and checked my surroundings to make sure none of the club members were around. I didn’t need anyone telling my father about my whereabouts.

Once the coast was clear, I started up my bike and peeled off down the street. The roar of the motor and the vibration under my ass was a feeling and sound that would never get old. I embraced the wind whipping in my face as I drove to my place. I didn’t have that much time, but there was no way I could go around my father with Jalen’s scent on me.

I only lived a few minutes away, so I quickly made it home, showered, changed, and was right back out the door to the clubhouse.

Music and smoke greeted me as soon as I walked in the door. For it to be the middle of the afternoon, the clubhouse was crowded. Two members played pool at the table in the middle of the room. I rolled my eyes at the scantily clad women trying to get chosen by the club’s members.

I walked further inside and sucked my teeth at the girl sitting on my father’s lap as he smoked a cigar.

He glanced down at his watch. “You’re late,” he said as he blew smoke out.

“Sorry, it’s only a couple of minutes.” I placed my helmet on the table.

“I’ve told you before, if you aren’t at least fifteen minutes before the time you are supposed to be somewhere, then you are late.”

I wanted to roll my eyes but didn’t feel like pissing him off any more than he already was.

“My apologies. I lost track of time.”

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