Biker’s Collar: Property of Scrap (Rebel Barbarians MC #6)

Chapter 20 – Owen

Twenty

Owen

I don’t bring Waverly back to her mother’s house. I can’t… Instead, I take her to my house. The last time she was there was Thanksgiving last year. I don’t want to let go of her when we get into the house, but I know she needs her sleep so reluctantly, I tuck Waverly into bed. It’s not worth it to wake her up for a shower. She can get clean tomorrow. When I close the door behind her, I half-expect to find Vickie crawling out the living room window instead of sitting patiently for me on the couch.

Tylee picked out everything in this place from Pottery Barn. All I know is that this shit was fucking expensive. Vickie can’t stop looking around the room.

“I still can’t believe you don’t live in a dirty barn,” she says. There it is. I knew she was loading up some sassy comment. I want to glare at her, but my gaze falls straight to her throat, where she still wears that collar.

“Come here.”

Her eyes flicker nervously. She knows what’s coming but at this point, she’s too smart or scared to defy me. Vickie stands up. Her curves jiggle as she gets to her feet and my dick immediately gets hard. Waverly is asleep. I finally have Vickie for the night…

No way the kid wakes up tonight after what she’s been through. I still need release. Vickie steps towards me, but she doesn’t comply the way I want to. Time to get more real with her.

“You’re coming to bed with me tonight.”

“With your daughter in the house?”

“I can’t put her out. Now get over here.”

“That’s not what I meant,” Vickie says, her lower lip pouting out stubbornly and practically begging me to suck on it. My cock twitches in my pants. She can’t get out of this… I don’t care what she does.

“What did you mean?” I say. “Because if you’re threatening to scream, I’ll just shove a pair of panties in your mouth.”

Vickie’s lips purse together angrily, only heightening my desire to spread them open with my dick. This woman doesn’t have a fucking clue what she’s doing to me. Or if she does, she doesn’t care. If I don’t get my dick wet, I won’t have the capacity to spend the rest of the day tomorrow treating her with kindness. I’m already on edge. I’ll have to get Wyatt’s permission to handle Kaylee-Marie the way I deem necessary. The club business with the Midnight SS troubles me greatly.

We need to go to war. Wyatt is right. But how can I have everything? Vickie. War. And my daughter safely tucked away from all of it. I take Vickie’s hand, intending to comfort her with the gesture, but instead causing her to yank it away.

“I don’t want to go to bed with you.”

“I don’t care.”

“Why not?”

“Because. You’re mine. I’m not letting you back out there, so you should get used to this.”

“Is this your idea of a relationship?”

“It’s a lot better than yours,” I snarl. “I trusted you. I opened my heart up to you and you drugged me while I was at my lowest.”

My emotions get the better of me, which I hate. “I could easily get back at you for what you did. Find some other asshole to sell you back to.”

“Oh yeah?” she asks. “To who? Your brother?”

She’s trying to get a rise out of me. But only because I got a rise out of her. She barely wants to show it, but I can tell from Vickie’s voice.

“I could sell you to someone in Vegas.”

Everything about her changes. She gets serious. Oddly tense. I sense there is more to the story, but she doesn’t offer more. Just dark, angry eyes, gazing straight at me with pure fury. I wait a beat for her to say something, but Vickie just glares at me.

“Doesn’t that scare you?” I continue, hoping to get a rise out of this infuriating woman who still doesn’t seem to give a shit about how much she hurt me. More tension. More anger.

“You have more important shit to do than that,” Vickie says, keeping everything she can away from me.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, Vickie?”

“Right now?”

“You’re right,” I respond, regaining control over her hand again. She tries to pull away again, but there’s no way in hell I’m letting her go. “I don’t care. You’re coming to bed and you’re going to satisfy me.”

“You would do that with your daughter in the house?” Vickie says, desperate to guilt trip me out of taking what I want from her. Nothing she says will work. “Really?”

“Don’t try to guilt trip me. Bite down if you feel yourself getting loud. Although, you wouldn’t worry about that unless you worried about enjoying it.”

Vickie keeps trying to pull away from me as I drag her upstairs to my bedroom.

Waverly’s barely-used bedroom is downstairs. I have security cameras everywhere outside her bedroom and a baby camera because I never lost my paranoia that her mother or an enemy of the club would kidnap her. There’s nothing to worry about leaving my daughter downstairs.

Vickie’s efforts to pull away from me fail completely as I drag her off to my bedroom and then shut the door behind us. I lock the door and let go of her. Vickie shoves me. Hard.

“I helped you,” she says.

“So? Doesn’t change my need.”

“Why are you so damn angry? I’m just a Vegas hooker,” she says with a strangely terrified and trembling voice. Why the fuck is she so afraid of me? Her fear gets my dick hard as much as it gets me angry. I hate how she acts like she has no feelings for me. I fucking hate it.

I take a step closer to Vickie. It’s easy to maneuver her around my bedroom. I imagined doing this a hundred fucking times lying in this bed. I thought about driving back to Vegas. I thought about gambling my bike away to get the money for a private investigator to hunt this woman down. I thought about hiring Tamiya with her private investigation skills to track this woman down.

She pisses me off acting like nothing could drive me to act that way. It has to be chemistry. It has to be the thread of fate connecting us together. Why the fuck else would she have come back to me?

“You know that’s not what went on between us.”

“It is,” she insists. Her body language tightens up as she pulls herself further away from me. I’m tired of this. I have her physically under my control, but it’s not enough. Vickie focuses so thoroughly on backing away from me that she doesn’t realize I have her pressed against a wall.

Once her back thuds against the wall, Vickie’s face shifts to anger with the realization that I have her trapped.

“This is why I have to treat you like this,” I explain to her as my hands reach around Vickie’s throat. I don’t squeeze yet, but I match the leather necklace’s tightness and use my hips to push Vickie against the wall.

“It would be so simple if you just admitted your feelings for me,” I whisper. “ But even after nearly sacrificing yourself for me tonight, you deny it.”

“I did that because there was a child in danger.”

“You are so full of it,” I whisper. “You want me. And I’ll prove it tonight by sliding my dick inside you without a single second of foreplay.”

Her terror means she’s paying attention – finally giving me what the fuck I want. Her dark brown eyes remain harsh with Vickie’s pure hatred for me. I don’t let her hatred fool me. I know I’m right. Instinctively, I sense this woman’s wetness. With my hands around her neck, it’s hard to resist all my urges to further extend my control over her.

“Get on the bed or I’ll drag you there.”

I test her obedience, removing my hands from her neck and taking a step back to see what Vickie will do. She walks over to my bed and stands next to it, facing me like she isn’t afraid. But she must be afraid.

“Turn around and bend over,” I command.

“I hate you,” Vickie says. The venom in her voice hits my veins like a fucking drug. Her anger is so much better than her disinterest because it requires Vickie’s complete attention.

I mean it when I reply to her firmly, “I don’t care.”

Vickie’s hatred won’t change the fact that I’m right. Her pussy will be completely wet when I take her clothes off. No foreplay required.

Vickie bends over and I nearly cum in my pants just from looking at her ass. I don’t hesitate to strip her clothes and underwear off. Getting my own clothes off takes more mental effort because once I have Vickie naked, I am fucking hooked on staring at her body. Her ass has been my obsession from day one.

I’m tempted to spread her open and look at her pussy lips but… I need to test my theory. Stroking Vickie’s soft, bubbly ass cheeks, I unzip my pants and take my dick out. She senses the presence of my dick. Vickie’s body tightens up and tenses.

Pressing the head of my dick against her entrance, a jolt of excitement shoots straight through me. Vickie’s soft, dark brown outer lips are exactly as I suspected.

Wet.

Soaking wet.

Despite her protests. Despite her alleged hatred of me.

Vickie’s pussy drips for me. I shove my cock an inch inside her, testing Vickie’s lubrication and finding her not just wet, but so goddamn tight I want to cum inside her instantly. I grip the sides of Vickie’s firm ass and bury the rest of my dick inside her dripping pussy.

She bounces back to meet my initial thrust, fighting her own desires to push me away. Her back arches and the angle causes her pussy to tighten around my dick like a vice at this particular angle. I grip Vickie’s ass cheeks tighter and hold back a groan as I slowly withdraw my dick and then bury myself inside her even deeper than before. The wet, sloppy sounds of my dick entering Vickie again nearly draw my first climax out of me.

I want to make her cum before I take my pleasure from Vickie’s pussy. The most memorable I ever had. There are big wins I have forgotten to hold onto the memory of that night with Vickie in Vegas. This woman who doesn’t even give a crap about me. My dick throbs with impatience as my heart rushes me forward recklessly.

There could be consequences to allowing my rage and emotions to take over, but I crave the intensity burning between us. I am just as impossible as Vickie.

I want to leave this stubborn, infuriating woman with evidence that she wants me. Not just my cum in her pussy, but her untamed arousal.

Thrusting deep inside Vickie again, I reach around to touch her clit. Contact from my finger nearly makes her explode like a ripe peach.

I like how her pussy feels. She makes a low, soft moan and I keep massaging her clit and letting those juices drip and explode all over her thighs. My dick spreads her open, forcing her pussy wide around the length of my cock. She has the sexiest dark brown lips and they’re so fucking smooth. I groan as I push my hips forward, allowing those glossy ass lips to engulf every inch of my dick.

Vickie makes a hotter moan than my wildest and most perverted fantasies could have ever conjured up. I can feel my balls growing tight against my body just from how fucking hot she sounds, never mind how damn good her pussy feels clamped down around my dick.

I gently touch her back. She’s soft as a marshmallow everywhere. Thicker than I remember. I withdraw slowly, keeping my hand stroking her back as Vickie’s body responds to my cock teasing the walls of her pussy as I move out of her. She is so fucking tight. I remember her being this tight.

I remember having to clench my jaw like I was getting my leg sawed off just to stop myself from emptying inside her too soon. I barely care about her pleasure now. She’s soaking wet, so clearly she’s enjoying this and after such a long wait… I just want to finish.

“I knew you would be wet,” I grunt as I move my hips forward, enjoying the wet slapping sounds of our bodies moving together. When Vickie inhales loudly, gathering up the effort to protest, I push my dick all the way inside her and force out a slutty ass moan instead.

“I hate you,” she gasps after the moan pushes her thighs to tremble. I keep fucking her slowly. Trembling thighs. Soft moans. This gorgeous woman is getting close again and the next time she cums, I know I don’t stand a fucking chance. I’ll empty my dick inside her.

I doubt she’s on birth control.

But I don’t fucking care.

I would never allow what happened between me and Kaylee-Marie to ever happen again. I was young, infinitely stupid, and so full of self-loathing that I missed all the signs that her interest in me was related to what she could get out of me, my family and the club.

Leaning forward, I kiss Vickie’s shoulder. She moans again, thrusting her hips back to meet me. I love every ounce of proof I can steal from her that she enjoys this too.

“You’re too wet to hate me,” I whisper, pushing inside Vickie deep. “You’re about to cum… I can feel it…”

Punishing both of us, I thrust my dick all the way inside Vickie and force an orgasm out of her. She moans and for a moment makes an effort to scramble away. No. My fingers sink into her flesh as I grip her hips and resist her effort to escape me.

Watching her thick ass bounce against my body as I hold onto her hips draws my cum straight out of my balls. My instincts push me forward so every last inch of my dick sinks into Vickie’s soft pussy. She gushes like a waterfall as I slide all the way inside and that gush of pussy juice draws every last drop of cum from my cock.

“Fuck…” I groan, leaning forward and allowing the softness from Vickie’s bubble butt to cushion me as I kiss the glowing skin on her back. There is so fucking much to appreciate about this woman. Her fluffiness. How good it feels to bury my dick in such a fat, tight pussy. Vickie’s skin color. Her hair…

I wait to catch my breath before pulling out of her pussy. My cock doesn’t want to leave the safety and warmth of her tightness. Emotions rush through me as I withdraw, especially as I watch my cum spill down her thighs, mixing with Vickie’s juices to create the most arousing scene.

She leans forward, like she doesn’t want to turn around. I walk over to her and grab her collar firmly, pulling Vickie to her feet and half-expecting her to fight this extremely dominant motion towards her. Instead, she makes a soft moan of protest and gazes up at me with shockingly subdued dark brown eyes.

Holding onto her collar firmly, I can’t help myself. The way she looks at me makes me want it. I lean forward and kiss her. Vickie purses her lips shut like she doesn’t want me at first. No. She can’t pull this shit now. Not when I just came inside her.

I don’t know why she resists me so fucking hard, but tonight… it stops. I bite down on Vickie’s lower lip hard enough that I almost draw blood. She yelps and her lips part slightly, allowing me to get right in there and kiss her more. Biting her provokes her to kiss me back softly at first and then attack right back with a very intentional and malicious bite to my upper lip.

I chuckle.

“Good girl…”

“Fuck you,” she whispers. Then I kiss her softly. Forgiveness. Desire for closeness. The worst type of yearning. It’s enough to temporarily soften her “fuck you”. She touches my cheek. It’s the first time I have ever felt this woman properly reaching out to me and it sends a shiver straight through me as she runs her fingers through my beard.

Fearing the worst reaction from her, my hands drop slowly to Vickie’s waist, testing the waters as I grip the thick bulge of her hips. She makes a soft grunting noise, but loses her typical resistance to me. It’s enough to almost get me hard again. I squeeze her for more control and then move my hands to her ass, continuing to kiss Vickie as I touch one of the best parts of her sexy, full-figured body.

I. Love. That. Ass.

My dick rises again just from touching it.

“I want you,” I whisper. “I want you so fucking bad it hurts.”