True Loyalty
Cia
God, the life of a biker’s child. Nothing phases me anymore. My brother murdering a man that attacked his woman is just another Tuesday for me. Growing up with bikers, you hear things, see things and participate in things that no normal child should ever hear, see and participate in. I’ve personally never been on a mission, but helped patch up the club’s brothers, my cousins and h*ll even my own brother and father. If I didn’t want to help my brother with Star Media, I would have been a nurse, or doctor. Uncle Doc was the one that taught me how to stitch, and he said he’s never seen anyone stitch as well as me.
I chuckled to myself as I made my way back to my office. Kimber and I brought our outfits to get ready. She went to her office and was just as unaffected as I was.
I walk in and instantly start stripping as I walk to my closet. What I didn’t see was the man
sitting on my couch.
“As much as I love seeing you naked, did I just see a bunch of bikers in the building and were
two of them carrying a body out in a tarp?”
I whirled around in my skirt, red bra and heels. My shirt blouse is hanging off one arm.
“Ashton, what are you still doing here?”
“Well, I thought we’d get started on our annual Christmas f*ck, so I’ve been waiting since the meeting ended. But I heard a scream and a roar, but when I came to investigate, Dashawn’s door was closed. I didn’t want to intrude. So I came back here. Then I heard a bunch of
commotion and came out again and watched a bunch of bikers and their women converge on Dashawn’s office. I was in the hallway when two of the biggest men I have ever seen came waltzing out of D’s office and then come back ten minutes later, only to leave with a rolled up body in a tarp. I saw the feet sticking out. I figured it was none of my business, but now I am
asking.”
“You didn’t call the police?”
“No, I am completely loyal to Dashawn. H*ll, I’d help him hide the body.”
I felt lust blaze through my body, an eyebrow on his handsome face lifted.
“I see that idea turns you on,” he mumbled. He stood from the couch and walked towards me.
“Ashton,” I whispered.
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He leaned down and slammed his lips on mine. I yanked my arm out of my blouse and wrapped both of my arms around his neck. Ashton was six feet to my five–ten. He unzipped the back of my skirt, and it fell to my ankles. He leaned further down and lifted me by my thighs, making me wrap my legs around him. He walked us over to my couch and sat down, helping me straddle him all the while still kissing me.
He pulled back and looked at me.
“You are so f*cking beautiful Cia.”
I trailed my fingertips along his cheek and across his lower lip.
“Why have you never called me after we had our Christmas fun?” I don’t know where that
question came from, I never intended to ask him.
“I did call once after our first time. Some guy answered and told me to f*ck off.”
I jerked back to look at him. “What?”
you
“The day after the first time we hooked up three years ago, I called. I wanted to ask if would have dinner with me. A guy answered, I asked for you, and he asked who I was, so I told
him that I was hopefully your future boyfriend. He told me you already had one and to f*ck off.
Then he hung up on me. So I thought that maybe I was just a one–time thing for you. When we
got back that New Year, we were always so busy, and every time I tried to talk to you, someone
was always interrupting. But then we hooked up again the next Christmas and I thought
maybe you were free, but I wasn’t going to be the one to call this time. You never reached out,
so I thought again, I’m just a good time to you. But then last year I vowed I was going to make
you talk to me after we hooked up. But you split right after we f*cked. You didn’t even look at
me as you dressed. When we got back for the New Year, I tried to ask you out this whole year,
but you avoided me. So I figured, that’s all I was to you, A Christmas f*ck.”
I looked at him, the sincerity in his eyes had me closing mine. I tried to think back on that first
time. He is a phenomenal lover. I had never c*m so hard in my life. When I thought he didn’t
want anything after that first time, I just decided to use him for Christmas only. I tried dating
over the years, but no one ever felt right, and after watching my cousins and brother f*ck
around all these years, I didn’t want that for me. Ashton was literally the one f*ck of the year, I
allowed myself. I normally just take care of myself. I wasn’t like Kimber. Kimber had no
problem with casual s*x. I’ve slept with two men. A professor in college that took my virginity
and I had a hot fling with for one semester, and Ashton.
I
A memory formed in my head. I had left my phone at the bar at the club. When I went looking for it, Ice handed it to me, and said some gold–digging douche bag called claiming he was my
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boyfriend, he told him to f*ck off. I thanked him. It wasn’t the first time someone had gotten my number claiming to be my boyfriend. Everyone knew I didn’t date, they’d never seen me
with a man.
I opened my eyes. “That was my cousin Ice. He’s very protective of us girls. In the past, guys
have somehow gotten my number and have called me before, claiming they wanted to date
me when I didn’t even know who they were. Some claimed to be my boyfriend, going so far as
to show up at the compound. I knew these guys, they were college boys that found out I was
rich. Plus, they knew the crowd I hung out with, so they “claimed” me. It was their way of
thinking that’s what I wanted. My brother and cousins have always run these guys off. I’m so
sorry. He was trying to help me.”
“So, I’ve been pining for you all these years and, because of a misunderstanding, you thought
what? I only wanted you during Christmas?”
“Yes?” I said, sounding like a question. “This last time, I couldn’t look at you because I didn’t
want you to see how much I longed to be more than a casual f*ck.”
“You have never been just a casual f*ck to me. You have been it for me since that first time. I
haven’t even slept with another woman since meeting you. I was so surprised when you
grabbed me and started kissing me under the mistletoe that first year. Then, when you dragged me into your office, I thought, sh*t this is the kind of girl I’ve been looking for. Attractive, aggressive, a great kisser. I’ve dated before you, but no one has ever stirred my blood the way you do. I remember the first time I saw you. I had only been here for a few weeks, and you and Kimber came running through the office like your a*s were on fire. You were both laughing, and I overheard you say I won. Apparently you were racing, coming back
from lunch. I was mesmerized by you.”
“Kimber and I are identical. Why me and not her?”
“When I looked at the two of you, I could only see you. You glowed to me. There was this light about you that Kimber didn’t have. Our eyes locked, and you had this big smile, and this dimple right here, sucked me in. I’ve been a goner ever since. I even broke up with my current flavor of the month that day. She was not happy,” he chuckled.
“So you’ve wanted me all this time?”
“Desperately,” he said.
“I am going to tell you what you saw and, since you’re loyal to my brother, I am guessing you’re loyal to my family?”
“Your family has a friend in me.”
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My heart burst.
“Mike Holms attacked Samantha tonight. He almost r*ped her. I don’t know if you know, but Dashawn and Samantha are a thing. Do you know what an Old Lady is?”
He shook his head.
“In the MC world, an Old Lady is like a wife. Dashawn made Samantha his Old Lady. The men in my family are very protective and possessive. Dashawn killed him. My family came and
cleaned it up.”
He stared at me, his fingers pushing my hair behind my right ear.
“Your secrets are safe with me. Dashawn is a good friend and a fantastic boss. I’d never betray him.”
“So, now that we have all that out of the way, will you come home with me tonight? Christmas is in two days. I always spend it with my family. I’d like you to meet them. You don’t have any
plans, do you?”
He shook his head, “My family lives across the country in California. We aren’t exactly close. I’m the black sheep of the family. My father wanted me to follow in his footsteps and become a doctor. I didn’t want to. I like to travel and help people realize their dreams. I’d love to come home with you. I need to stop by my apartment and grab a bag.”
“We can do that after the party. Want to shower with me?”
“F*ck yes!”
This was going to be the best Christmas ever.
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