Butler's Woman (Chaos Bleeds Book 11) Page 4

  She placed her hand on the table, and he covered hers with his own. “For a long time, I felt so completely useless and worth nothing that I would find random guys and have sex with them to help me feel anything.”

  “Is this along with the fights?”

  “No, this came after. When I realized there was another way to feel.” She had never been open with anyone in her life, not Mia, no one. People always judged who you were by what you did. “I discovered that the thrill of taking a man to a hotel, or a bathroom, or even against a brick wall was much better than trying to get them to hit me. That touching them, using my body to make them want me, that gave me a thrill I didn’t even know I was seeking. The feel of their dick as they slid inside me, the risk it took, everything was wrong and so right in the world. I didn’t know if I was going to get pregnant or something else. I played Russian roulette with my body.” She tilted her head to the side and looked at him.

  “Why are you telling me this?”

  “You look lost. I … felt it for a long time. That loneliness that consumes you and makes you do things you shouldn’t do.”

  “What happened?” he asked.

  “What do you mean?”

  “You went from fighting and screwing to cleaning, and living in Piston County. What changed?”

  She licked her lips. “One of my ex-partners got in touch with me. He had HIV. He didn’t know how long he’d had it or if he’d passed it on to me.”

  “Fuck,” Butler said.

  “Yeah, you kind of wake up a little with that. It’s not easy to believe that your life could change that fast. I don’t have it. I was tested and double-tested. I wanted to make sure they didn’t get that wrong. I was clean, and they did test me over a period of time as well. So, I packed my shit up and decided to start living like I care about myself. That’s why I clean. It’s why I love to work, and why it has been a long time since I’ve been with a man. Nearly three years now. I’ve never told another living soul this, ever.”

  Chapter Four

  Butler hadn’t been aware of her slide into sexual depravity. That kind of stuff you didn’t detect through documents that Whizz could find. Staring across the table, he saw the shock in her eyes at what she’d just told him. Also, he knew she’d shared a part of herself that no one else knew.

  “Three years?” he asked.

  “Yes.”

  “Wow. Do you take care of yourself?”

  “You mean get myself off?” she asked.

  He nodded.

  She chuckled. “Yeah, I get myself off. I do what I need to do, and I remember how bad it got.” She pointed at his stash. “How bad did it get?”

  “I was at the same stage as you. I was with everything. Man, woman, I didn’t care. Fucking, snorting, drinking, it was all part and parcel of the life.” He told her of his last time, of the oblivion, and his decision to change all that.

  “Knowing what you came from, how far you went down, do you even want to consider doing that again?” she asked.

  When she put it like that, he felt disgusted with himself. “I didn’t touch it.”

  “I know. It’s still tightly sealed.”

  “I’m surprised you didn’t shout for Devil.”

  “We all go off the rails sometimes, Butler. Some of us it just hits harder than others.”

  He ran a hand down his face, not really knowing what the fuck to do anymore. Life had gotten so complicated, and it hadn’t meant to be. It was supposed to be easy, and yet it felt far from fucking easy. It felt insane, crazy.

  “You need to be the one to tell Devil though. You can’t keep this secret from him. He’ll want to know.”

  He nodded. “Will you be here when I get back?”

  “Yes, I’ll stay here. I’ll clean your always impeccable room.” She smiled, and for a second, he simply watched her. She was such a beautiful woman, and knowing she’d bared her soul to him, it made her even more so in his fucking eyes.

  “I’ll be right back.”

  Grabbing the bag, Butler left his room, and made his way toward Devil’s office. He checked all around the clubhouse with no sign of him. Heading back upstairs, he found Mandy sitting on his bed.

  “No sign of him?” she asked.

  “No.” He tossed the white bag into his drawer. “I’ll tell him later.” Closing the door behind him, he took a seat on the bed beside her, not wanting their moment to end. “Thank you.”

  “For what?”

  “For making me see fucking reason. This has been going around my head for fucking days, and I couldn’t stop it.”

  She touched his hand. “Then I’m pleased I opened that door and of course that you didn’t lock it.”

  He locked their fingers together not wanting to let her go. “Three years?”

  “Yes, it has been a long time.”

  “Are you a sex addict?” he asked.

  She chuckled. “No. I just … lost it. Nothing made any sense to me, and I didn’t want to try. Have I shocked you with my whoring ways?”

  “I’m not shocked. Surprised, yes.”

  He ran his thumb back and forth over her hand. She licked her bottom lip, and the sudden moisture did things to his dick. Her tits seemed to be pressed out, and he couldn’t help but reach out, cupping her cheek.

  “Butler?”

  He didn’t speak. Running his thumb across her bottom lip, he pressed it at the midway point and then slowly pushed inside her mouth.

  She closed her lips around his thumb and sucked, her tongue stroking over the digit, back and forth. She took it all into her mouth, and he watched, unable to look away.

  “What are you thinking about right now?” he asked.

  Her eyes had dilated, and her nipples pressed against the front of her shirt. Dropping his hand from her mouth, he stroked her tight bud. She gasped.

  “Tell me to stop, Mandy.”

  She swallowed but didn’t say anything to tell him to. Cupping her tit, he turned toward her, but someone knocked at the door, making him pull away with a curse.

  Opening the door, he found Sexy waiting there. “Dude, come on, we’ve got to head out over to Naked Fantasies.”

  “What the fuck for?” Butler asked.

  “Duh, it’s on the rotation. Where the fuck is your head? We man the bar and keep an eye on the girls. Devil don’t like the fact it was overcrowded the other week, so he’s making us deal.”

  Butler gritted his teeth but nodded. “I’ll be there in a minute.”

  “You okay, man?”

  “Yeah, I’m okay. Fuck off.” He closed the door, resting against it as he looked at Mandy. She was already on her feet, gathering her stuff.

  The moment had been fucking lost, and he hated that.

  “I better get cleaning.” She moved close to him and he reached out, cupping her hips and drawing her close.

  “I want to know what’s going on here.”

  “Nothing is. I clean for you guys.”

  “Don’t fucking bullshit me right now. I’m not in the mood for it. Something is happening between us. I can feel it, and I know you can.”

  She sighed and pushed some hair out of her way. He tucked the last strand behind her ear. “This can’t happen,” she said.

  “It’s going to.”

  “I like my job. I love my apartment, and I don’t want to do anything to jeopardize that.”

  “We won’t.” He gripped the back of her neck, leaning in close, but she put her hands on his chest.

  “Not here,” she said. “I…”

  “Where?” he asked, refusing to back down.

  “My apartment later tonight. Not too late.”

  “I’ll be there, Mandy.” He released her, opening the door. He grabbed her hand as she was about to leave. “Thank you.”

  She gave him a nod and walked away.

  Grabbing his leather cut, he made his way down toward his bike where Sexy was already straddled on his own bike.

  “You got a bitch in your room or so
mething?” Sexy asked.

  “None of your business.”

  “Don’t tell me you’re about to settle down as well. Our boys are fucking diminishing. I don’t think we’ll be able to last at this rate.”

  “You ever think about settling down?” Butler asked.

  Sexy burst out laughing. “You’ve got to be joking, right? Settling down is not on the cards for me. I don’t know how you guys can be so pussy-whipped. There’s too much to fuck, and I don’t want no woman’s claim on me. Have you found that woman?”

  Butler gave him the finger, and they started their bikes, heading toward the strip club they owned.

  He parked up his bike and entered Naked Fantasies. It was already packed for the night, which was fine. He did a quick head count to make sure they weren’t over capacity before making his way into the back.

  Grabbing the books, he started to look through them. This was all part of the job. He checked the girls’ pay, the cost of the booze, and everything seemed in order.

  Leaving the office, he locked the door, and made his way around the back where the girls were getting dressed.

  He saw a couple of men hanging around, and he urged them out of the way. Sexy was already getting sucked off by one of the women, and Butler wasn’t in the mood. Heading back out to the main part of the bar, he sat down at the counter and watched.

  His cell phone went off, and he saw it was Devil calling him.

  “You at Naked Fantasies?” Devil asked.

  “Sitting right here. It’s crowded.”

  “I can see.”

  “If you can see why do you need us here?”

  “Because overcrowding causes a hazard, Butler. It means people will start inspecting, and I don’t like nosy bastards in my business. You know this.”

  “Look, every single night this club is manned by our own.”

  “Not every single night. We employ a guard on the door some nights, and I have a feeling he’s taking money on the side.”

  Butler closed his eyes and sighed. “Okay, what do you want me to do?”

  “Just observe. Listen. I want to know if the other night was just a mistake or if it happens regularly.”

  “You could just ask the girls,” Butler said.

  “I don’t want to alert them in case they’re in on it, Butler.”

  “I’ll report back when I know more.”

  “Excellent.”

  ****

  Mandy paced the length of her apartment. Time was ticking, and she didn’t know if she should just go to bed or wait another minute.

  Sharing her past with Butler had felt like the right thing to do at the time. Now, she was freaking out because she’d shared a part of herself that she kept private. Running fingers through her hair, she stopped just outside of her bedroom door then paced back to the front door.

  “Get a grip, Mandy. This is all good. All fine and good.” She glanced down at what she was wearing and winced. She wore a pair of pajama pants and a crop top. She didn’t even bother with underwear. “I have to go change.”

  She took two steps away from the door and there was a knock.

  Her heart seemed to kick within her chest, and her hands went all clammy.

  Closing her eyes, she counted quickly to three, moved to the door, and checked it was Butler.

  He stood on the other side.

  One more deep breath and she opened it.

  For several seconds neither of them spoke. They just stared at each other.

  The tension seemed to mount as the time went by.

  Butler didn’t say a word. He stepped toward her, and she took a step back. The heat was clear to see in his eyes, and her body went from ice to fire within seconds. Her pussy grew slick, and her nipples hardened.

  He closed the door, and they were alone in her apartment.

  Swallowing past the lump in her throat, she stared at him, waiting.

  He finally caught her arms and pressed her against the door he’d just stepped through.

  He took hold of her hands, and pressed them above her head, holding them in place. His commanding presence delighted her.

  With both of her hands locked in one of his, he ran the tips of his fingers down her arm, teasing a path toward her breasts.

  He slid across one nipple, and she moaned, closing her eyes at the onslaught of immense pleasure from that one touch. He didn’t stop.

  Butler pinched her nipple, then stroked his finger back and forth. He moved onto her other one, showing it the same kind of attention. Pressing her thighs together, she tried to create some kind of friction, but nothing was relieving the ache that he was building inside her.

  She didn’t fight against him as his fingers trailed down her chest, going to the edge of her pajama pants as he held her in place.

  It had been a long time since she’d felt this kind of arousal, and there was no way she was going to let him stop. Not right now, not ever.

  He teased the edge of her pants and she licked her lips, waiting.

  Instead of pressing his hand between her thighs, he lifted her shirt up. He made it so that it was covering her head but her body was exposed.

  She gasped as he cupped her tit. He held her in his palm, and she couldn’t see anything. He kneaded the flesh, and the she felt the wetness of his tongue as he touched her. He slid back and forth across her beaded nipple, and she cried out, the pleasure going straight to her clit.

  He sucked on the bud hard, using his teeth to bite down and soothe that pain with his tongue.

  She whimpered, not wanting him to stop, just to keep on going.

  The pain was almost so much that she nearly screamed for him to stop, but he didn’t. He kept on going, only stopping when the pleasure made her ache unbearably.

  He moved to the next one, teasing, playing, stroking her body until he’d created a fire within her.

  Butler had always intrigued her.

  From the moment she started working for Chaos Bleeds MC, he’d captured her attention. She’d done everything in her power to hide it. She never fucked where she worked, even when she spiraled out of control. Bosses, work colleagues, she never slept with any of them. They were always random hookups.

  She didn’t even think Butler realized she existed, and now his mouth was on her breasts, making her feel so good.

  “Hold your shirt,” he said.

  It was the first time either of them had spoken as he made her hold the shirt. His hand let go of hers, but still, she kept them above her head, not wanting to disappoint him.

  He held her hips as he continued to lick and suck at her tits. Over and over he teased her, but he also wasn’t in a rush either, taking his sweet time to make her want him more.

  “Are you wet for me?” he asked.

  “Yes.”

  He pushed her pajamas down. She felt the band sliding down her thighs until it landed on the floor. She stepped out of them, still keeping the shirt over her face, and her hands above her head.

  Butler moaned. “I knew you’d be fucking stunning naked. Your body is made for pleasure.”

  His hands trailed down to her thighs then up over her stomach, around her back, curving up around her breasts then down again.

  Her stomach quivered as he teased just above her pussy.

  “You want my hands on you?”

  “Yes.”

  “Oh, Mandy, the things I want to do to you right now.”

  The promise in his voice couldn’t go unheard. She wanted whatever he wanted to dish out. She was his to do with as he pleased.

  “Then do it,” she said. Her breathing came out in pants. “Do all the things you want to do. I’m not going to fight you.” She licked her lips. “I want it.”

  He tugged the shirt from her body, tearing it in the process. He was still fully dressed, but she didn’t care.

  Butler slid his hand back between her thighs and began stroking her pussy using two fingers. He teased her clit, putting a finger on either side and gently touching at first.
His caress seemed so light that it was next to impossible to get off on it.

  When she tried to wriggle on his fingers, he sank them down, plunging deep inside her pussy. She cried out his name, not wanting him to stop. He thrust inside her several times before drawing his fingers back up to stroke over her clit.

  “I need to taste you.”

  His hold was gone, and he pushed her legs apart. Staring down at the floor, she watched him appear. His gaze was on her pussy as he reached out, opening her lips. She closed her eyes as pleasure filled her from his touch alone, but he didn’t stop there. His tongue stroked across her clit, light at first as he moved around then down to her entrance and back up again to suck on her clit.

  She pressed her hand into a fist. His tongue was driving her crazy but also not allowing her to find that release she so desperately sought.

  His hands went from the lips of her pussy to the cheeks of her ass, gripping her tightly as he began to ravish her.

  Butler sucked, nipped, licked, and totally took control, driving her crazy with a need that totally blew her away. His tongue was creating all kinds of wickedness, and she felt herself beginning to spiral, to need something to ground her as he took her closer and closer to the edge of her orgasm, controlling her, making her desperate for more.

  He was the one that held the control. Only he would choose if she got to come or not. Her orgasm was in his hands, and as he flicked her clit, back and forth, she felt it building. One of his hands left her ass, and he’d held her so tight she knew there would be bruises tomorrow. He plunged two fingers deep inside her, and she cried out, screaming his name as pleasure erupted within her.

  Her orgasm took her by such surprise that if he’d not been holding her up as she came, she’d have fallen to the floor.

  She’d never come so quickly in all of her life, and even though she’d been with a lot of men, none of them had ever made her come like that.

  Butler wasn’t finished with her either. Even as she came down from her orgasm, he prolonged her release with gentle strokes and teases on and inside her pussy.

  She slapped her hand against the wall, panting as she didn’t think she could stand much more.

  Only when he was ready did he stop, and as he did, he pulled her down onto his lap, making her wrap her legs around him.