Page 8 of Sinful Lies
Chapter 4
Tank
“Welcome home, brothers. Glad you’re in one piece.” Chainz pulls us each into a bro hug.
“That’s more than we can say for our Russian friend. Have you figured out who he’s working for?” I ask.
“We’ll talk about that at the table. We’ve got a lot to discuss. Clean up and we’ll have Church. Cobra, I want Mercy to look at your leg.” Cobra nods and heads over to the infirmary.
I don’t like the sound of that, but it’s been a long ride and I’m fucking exhausted. I want to get this over with so I can figure out what to do about Dia. I can’t let these feelings stop me from doing my job. I need time to think of how I can get her away from Ben before all hell breaks loose, but first, we need to know what we’re walking into.
“Give me twenty.” I head for the stairs.
When I reach my room, I find Elle, one of our club whores, laying on my bed, in the same place I left her three days ago. Surely, she hasn’t been waiting for me.
“I was beginning to think you weren’t coming back.” She leans forward, her long black hair falling over her shoulders. She’s wearing nothing but an extra-large Krymson Destroyers tee-shirt. My shirt.
“Get out,” I growl. I’m in no mood to deal with her right now.
“You don’t mean that, baby. Let me relax you.” She rolls forward, her tight, round, naked ass peeking out from under the tee-shirt. Elle is club pussy. She’s sexy as hell and has kept my bed warm off and on for months, but the sight of her isn’t doing anything for me right now. My mind is on Dia and how I can get her away from Ben before she gets caught up in this war.
“We fuck, when I want to. Not when you demand. I have to get ready for Church.” I head to the bathroom.
“It’s no secret I care about you, Tank, but I’m not stupid enough to think this is anything more than what it is. I envy whoever has you all twisted up. You haven’t been yourself in weeks.” Elle crawls off my bed, approaching me from behind.
I’m such an asshole, I can’t even look her in the eye. I can’t deal with my own emotions right now, let alone hers. Someone has to remind her she’s club pussy, not an Ol’ Lady. Her job is to suck cock and bend over when one of the brothers feel like getting off. “Get the fuck out and leave my shirt.”
I slam the bathroom door closed, but that doesn’t stop her soft voice from filtering through, “You know where to find me if it doesn’t work out.”
While the pressures building at the base of my cock, my hand will be faster, and it doesn’t force me to deal with my feelings.
The steam from the shower fills the small bathroom as I strip off my clothes and step in. The hot water rolls down my back, soothing my tired muscles. My jaw aches from where the Russian hit me. I don’t mind the pain though; it reminds me I’m still alive even though I feel dead inside.
My whole life I’ve been a fuckup. At least that’s what my father always said. I ran wild. I was always getting into a fight or suspended from school. I refused to follow the herd. I wanted to be my own man. Do things my way and that was any way that went against what my father wanted. As I got older, I despised him more. He has everyone fooled and those who see him for what he is, gets paid off or worse. I should know. If I had just conformed, played by the rules, I’d have a different life now. I’d have Dia. Although only one of those things would make me happy.
Over the years, I’ve used my pain to my advantage. It’s made me stronger, more determined. Numb to what it takes to get by in this way of life. I’ve climbed the ranks, landing my spot at the right of Chainz as Vice President of the Krymson Destroyers MC. I love my club and I’m great at what I do. I wouldn’t change it for the world, but I can’t deny I need Dia by my side. The last thing I expected when this fight landed on the club was a path back to her. I can’t fight, fuck, and drink her memory away any longer. I don’t want to. I want to remember everything about her. Her sexy body, her smart mouth.Oh, how I love that mouth.I lean my head back against the shower stall to gather my thoughts, but when I close my eyes, images of her lips around my cock take over.
My knuckles are raw from the fight, but I wrap my hand around my pulsing cock. It’s like she’s right here on her knees in front of me. The water cascades over her long blonde hair and she looks up at me with her big doe eyes. Water droplets beading on the soft flesh of her tits. My cock throbs in my hand, envisioning her lips circling me. She sucks me into the warmth of her mouth, and I tighten my grip. I give my aching cock a firm pump and groan from the intense pleasure. The thought of Dia deep throating my cock makes the urge that much stronger. Bracing my other hand against the wall to steady myself, I pump harder.
“Fuck, Dia.” I stroke myself faster and faster until my balls tighten, and I explode all over the shower wall. She’s no longer here with me. Her face fades from my memory as the last drop of cum pulses out of my now limp cock.
The realization hits me. I don’t even know Dia anymore, and she couldn’t fathom the man I’ve become. So much has changed since I last saw her. Would she even recognize me? Is she even the girl I remember? One thing that hasn’t changed is my love for her. It’s what’s driving my need to protect her. No matter what happens, that’s something that will never change.
A thump on the door pulls me from my wallowing.
“What?” I bark at whoever’s on the other side.
“Everyone’s at the table waiting on you,” Corbin, our Prospect’s voice, comes through the closed door.
“Coming.”
I clean myself up and turn off the water, quickly drying myself off. Dropping the towel around my waist at the foot of my bed, I pull clean clothes from the dresser and change. I sit down on the edge of my bed, taking a moment to collect myself. I’m exhausted from the run. I could use a few moments to close my eyes, but my sheets smell like Elle and the club is waiting for me. We have a lot to bring to the table. I don’t know if Chainz has already shared what we learned from Kayne, but once we figure out our next move, I’m going to push him to vote on getting Dia away from Ben. I let out a heavy breath and get dressed. I hope the votes go my way and I won’t have to strike out on my own. I’ve always been loyal to Chainz and this club. Now, I need my brothers to stand with me.
I drag on my cut and yank open the door of my crash room. It’s time to act. If they say no, I’m going after her anyway. I’ll ask for forgiveness later.
Corbin’s leaning against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest and a scowl on his face. He pushes off the wall and walks with me downstairs.
“Don’t worry, man. You’ll earn your seat soon enough.” I pat him on the back. Corbin’s making a great prospect. He works hard, never giving us a hard time for all the shit we make him do. I’m glad I agreed to sponsor him. It’s time I do something positive for another lost soul, like Chainz did for me years ago. Chainz found me when I was at my worst. He brought me into the club and saved my life.
