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

Chapter 31 – Vickie

Thirty-One

Vickie

I wake up with a pounding headache. I didn’t even drink, but Owen did. To stop him from driving his bike all the way across Las Vegas drunk , I forced him to drag an old couch out of the back room and we’re sleeping in the worst possible position.

Zebulon – he prefers Zeb – and Deacon are asleep shirtless on their backs on the pool table. The other men either drove off drunk, or they’re asleep on the floor. I must have slept with my neck at a ninety degree angle. But when I groan and try to move, Owen’s arm keeps me pinned in the uncomfortable position.

His arm covers my chest, which appears to be slightly exposed. I don’t fully remember… but I suspect Owen drunkenly tried to take my top off before falling asleep. When I try to grunt his name, I realize Owen’s arm isn’t just keeping me trapped in place, he’s blocking me from speaking.

What the hell? I grunt and make a second effort to shift his arm, which yields results in the form of waking Owen’s groggy ass up. He slurs my name and then shifts just enough that I can escape his grasp. When I leave his bare chest cold, he snaps awake and changes his mind about letting me get away. I make a sharp squeak as I fly back against Owen’s hairy chest.

“Get back here, Vickie,” he murmurs. I try to wriggle away again, because my ass doesn’t want to stay crunched up on this couch forever…

“My neck hurts…”

“Oh yeah? Did I make you suck my dick?” he murmurs, pulling me against his chest again and not listening to me at all. Owen makes it hard to pull away when he kisses me. I don’t really want to feel his lips all up on me in this room of sleeping bikers but… Owen’s kisses are life-changing. I let him get three in before I pull away from him and hit his chest.

“We need to get out of here. You need to get out of here.”

“We need to fix slot machines,” he says. “And…”

“What?”

Owen takes my hand and kisses it. I don’t know why he’s doing something so weird and sentimental this morning.

“I want to marry you.”

“Owen…”

“I know. You hate feelings. But we love each other, and… it’s so fucking sexy that you can fix a slot machine.”

“I lived in Las Vegas for five years. It’s not a big deal.”

“You’re smart.”

“Not that smart if I ended up with you.”

“Ha ha,” he whispers, flipping me around so I’m straddling him on the couch. I’m terrible at hiding my real feelings from him. It doesn’t matter what rude ass comment I make or how hard I try to push Owen away. His fingers just sink even deeper into my hips. I feel this urge to move closer to him. And follow it.

“Marry me,” he whispers, kissing me softly on the lips now that he has me close.

“This doesn’t count as a proposal,” I whisper, pressing my hands to his chest and nuzzling close to him.

“I have to give you a pre-proposal so the emotions don’t freak you out and lead to you shooting me in the fucking mouth.”

“Why do you have to make me sound like a savage?”

“You went from dealing that poker game to playing and you cleaned us out of $32,000.”

“I don’t have a job. I needed money.”

“Hm. You’re lucky you’re my old lady. Zebulon looked pissed.”

“He should have thought of that before wagering his dog tags on an underground poker game.”

“What are you even going to do with those?”

“Give them back once he learns his lesson. Don’t fucking gamble.”

Owen laughs. His chest moving beneath me causes my heart to swell. I feel so strangely connected to him now. Like his emotions affect me implicitly. I get even closer to him, making it possible by slipping one of my legs between Owen’s body and the back of the couch.

“I need to learn that lesson,” he whispers, kissing my lower lips. “I don’t want to screw up with you, Vickie…”

He pushes my braids out of my face, then kisses me again. Owen and his impossible fucking kisses. How I feel about this man is impossible for me to explain.

“I won’t let you screw up,” I whisper. “Okay?”

“Okay,” he says. Then he gets all serious. Which isn’t like Owen unless he’s scheming or gambling, or some deadly combination of both.

“What’s on your mind?” I ask him, my fingers sinking deeper into Owen’s chest hair as his thick ass chest muscle pulses beneath my grasp. I can already feel my body waking up in response to his. Nothing overtly sexual has to happen between us for me to want him.

The men around us drank way more than Owen did. I doubt our soft conversation or even our departure will wake the men in this room. Magnum can look after them once we leave. I keep searching Owen’s face for answers, but I don’t know what could make this man worry.

“Waverly.”

“What about her? Tylee’s watching her.”

“She’s not yours.”

“When have I ever made that a problem?”

Owen looks at me with wide, guilty eyes. “There’s nothing with me and her mom anymore.”

I laugh. “Is that really your choice?”

“Yes. Because you’re mine, Vickie. You’re what I’ve been looking for this whole time but… I come with my past.”

“I like Waverly. She’s a part of you. And I don’t like the idea of that girl being stuck up with her mom out there.”

Owen exhales slowly. I can feel his relief. Whatever we’re doing here might take time, but I can tell it will be worth it. I can feel it when we make moves together. Even when we lie wrapped up on this couch together.

“I don’t deserve you,” he says.

“Then you can earn me.”

He laughs. “Fuck, you get me so hard…”

“Hey. Your friends are right there.”

“Then I’d better get your thick ass home…”

Owen and I head home together. Later that day, he drives me in his truck to the spot where Deacon gathered all of the broken slot machines. I have my work cut out for me, but I can deliver what I promised. When I saw what Hakeem did with the women around here, I tried to get more and more useful to him.

Owen watches me fixing the slot machines, staring with his mouth hanging half open the entire time. I try not to let him bug me with his fixation.

I look over at him.

“You’re staring.”

“I know.”

I manage to get three of the slot machines up and running again. It hurts my eyes and my hands to fine tune the devices – and it does take time. Deacon tests out one of the machines with his debit card and… it works. Even if I haven’t done it in a while… I still got it.

Owen takes me out to dinner after the slot machines, which I love. I can’t remember the last time I’ve been to a restaurant – and I’ve never been to one with Owen. We’re too hungry to dress up, but I don’t even care. It’s the best date I’ve ever been on and I didn’t even realize it was a date until we were done.

It’s perfect. Owen holds my hand the entire drive home. I can tell he doesn’t want to let go. It’s hard to stop staring at his face as he drives and focuses all seriously on the road. I didn’t think I would fall in love with him when I chose him as my target that night. I thought he was a white boy I could wrap around my finger.

But there must have been another part of me drawn to him for some deeper reason. Our fingers fit so perfectly together. Everything about him just makes me warm. He’s my person. Now that I know how it feels to be deeply in love with the only man I will ever feel this way about, I feel ashamed for mistaking anything else for love like this.

When Owen parks, I have to say it first. We both unclick our seatbelts, and before he has a chance to open his door, I say it first.

“I love you, Owen. I know I don’t like saying the words all the time but… I love you so much it scares me. And I don’t want to get hurt.”

“I would rather die than hurt you,” Owen says. Then he leans over the center console and we kiss until our lips hurt. It’s the type of makeout session I would have sworn that I was too damn old for.

But I like feeling young again. It’s a pleasant, blissful feeling. I drag Owen inside and we barely have our shoes off before I start stripping his clothes off. I start with his shirt because his upper body is fucking crazy and I want to touch every inch of those rippling upper body muscles.

Owen likes it when I put my hands all over him, so he eagerly helps shed the shirt. Once it drops down in the hallway, the rest of his body turns me into a gushing mess. His pants hug his equally muscular legs and I just want to take every last article of clothing off him.

When I grab Owen’s belt, I can see his bulge pressing through, eager for escape. Bedroom. We have to make it to the bedroom. I move the leather through the loop and once I have him unbuckled, Owen grabs my cheeks, snapping me out of the moment and forcing me to make eye contact with him.

“I need to get you pregnant,” he says. “Now.”

I give Owen a look that asks him if he’s crazy and he gives me a ridiculously confident smirk. He’s serious. Owen damn near tackles me and we kiss each other hungrily as we stumble to our bedroom. Owen uses the collar around my neck to guide me to the bed before we fall in together, kissing and rolling around until we’re both naked.

Owen’s dick is pressed into my thigh and so fucking hard that it feels like his dick is going to break. He makes those low groans of pleasure in the back of his throat that I find so damn sexy. I love that he wants me so fucking bad, I won’t lie. Owen’s body is so fucking warm that I wish I could use him as a blanket. His fingers tickle the tops of my thighs and I spread them apart to allow him access to my wetness.

Pushing my hips forward, begging him to touch me with slow undulations as Owen teases every inch of my flesh except the place where I want to feel him. He knows what he’s doing, but I don’t know how the hell he can endure this torture.

Luckily for me, he doesn’t last long. Owen forces a moan out of me by parting my lower lips and spreading my slickness open just to feel me. He touches and teases my pussy, making me feel so good that maybe I do want a baby. His fingers are almost changing my mind.

Owen has to shift to grab hold of his dick and press the head against my entrance. I wriggle and squirm beneath him as he slides the head over my lips and then I freeze once he pushes in. Any movement could make taking Owen’s thick cock painful.

We both moan together as Owen slides into me with one stroke. He’s never done this before and it feels both amazing and painful at the same time. Owen looks so red, I swear he’s going to burst. But once he’s there and once we both catch our breath… he feels so good.

He moves his hips slowly and we make romantic eye contact with each other as he moves. Possessive. Exciting. So damn delicious. My inner walls throb with pleasure as Owen takes me slow and deep. He kisses my neck with each romantic thrust and I already feel the pressure inside me pushing me over the edge of orgasm.

“Cum for me baby,” Owen whispers, nibbling on my neck as he thrusts into me deeply. It’s too much. I run my fingers over his strong, muscular back and when my hands get to his ass, I pull him inside me deeper and allow myself to enjoy his big dick buried all the way inside me.

Yes. This is what I need. I cum hard once I have Owen that deep inside me and he sucks on my neck while I cum, making it harder to catch my breath and intensifying the pleasure everywhere. Owen thrusts into me harder, moving his pace quicker as he gets closer to his own climax.

I stroke his back, kiss his arms and appreciate his strong, manly body as he puts a baby in me. When he groans, I grab his ass again and pull him inside me deep. Owen’s gigantic dick throbs between my legs and I feel the heat gushing from the head of his dick, painting my walls. It feels so fucking good that I moan and nearly cum again…

I can feel his cum all over my inner walls and he feels so good…

“I love you,” I whisper, pulling Owen closer to me. I’m not ready for us to separate yet.

“I love you too, Vickie,” he whispers. “Queen of Las Vegas…”