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  The few times she’d had sex she was left disappointed with the feel of a man inside her.

  “So fucking tight and hot.” He lifted her off his cock only to slide back inside her. Keeping her gaze on his, she bit her lip to stop herself from crying out. Curse fucked her hard against the wall. Her uniform saved her from the pain, and he was as careful with her as possible. The feel of him inside her took her completely by surprise. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she held on all the way as he fucked her. The only sounds in the night air to be heard were their heavy breathing.

  “Kiss me,” he said.

  Dropping her lips down to his, she stroked his plump lips with her own. He held her tight as he rammed inside. The pleasure was increasing, but she knew there was no way for her to come.

  Curse plunged inside her, growling as with one last thrust he spilled his release into her body. She could have smacked her head at the lack of protection. Tomorrow she would ask about the expense of the morning after pill.

  “Shit, baby, I’m sorry.”

  He held her, and she didn’t say anything. The lust was long gone only to be replaced by her anger at her own stupidity.

  “Are you done?” she asked. She felt him tense in her arms, and she cringed even though she wanted this to be over.

  “What’s the matter?”

  “Nothing. I need to know if you’re done so I can go home.”

  He pulled out of her body and stepped back. She watched him put his cock away. His cum slid down the inside of her thigh. Wriggling her legs, she picked up the panties he’d torn.

  “Give them to me.”

  Her gaze on his, she placed them against his chest. “You can stop coming around now. There’s no need to be curious about me.”

  Stepping away from him, she ignored his call as she walked home. It was for the best. Mia didn’t have time for complicated males.

  Chapter Two

  Curse slammed into the clubhouse not caring who he woke up. All of the families would be at their own home rather than staying at the club. He was so fucking angry that anyone who started a fight was going to lose. Mia had blown his fucking world, and by the end of it she looked bored. The moment he kissed her, she fought him, and then something changed. She no longer fought him but was begging for his touch and more still.

  The moment she got his cock out and moved around the building to fuck he’d been totally lost. Walking behind the bar, he snatched up the brandy and went into the kitchen. Her cunt had been tight as she gripped him, and he’d not used a fucking condom. Curse didn’t even know if she was on any kind of birth control. She’d wanted away from him so fast he didn’t even get a chance to bring her to orgasm. He’d been wound so tight he’d not been able to wait for her to come before he found his own release.

  “Fuck,” he said, opening up the fridge. He knew fuck all about her. Mia never gave any part of herself even when she was talking with Ashley. The two girls were like chalk and cheese. Neither of them shared any common ground. Their friendship was a complete mystery to him.

  “Hey, oh, I thought we were getting burgled,” Ashley said, walking into the room wearing nothing but underwear.

  “You really think some thick fuck would risk his fucking neck to come and rob us?” Curse asked. He was pissed, beyond pissed. He was furious at himself and at Mia.

  “Sorry. What’s wrong with you tonight?” She brushed past him to grab a juice from the fridge. Opening the bottle of brandy he glared at her.

  “Your fucking friend is what’s pissed me off. She’s a fucking cold ice queen.” He swigged down several gulps of brandy, staring at her. Ashley was partly naked, but she didn’t do anything for him. His cock remained flaccid.

  “Mia’s a lovely woman. What did you do to her?” Ashley asked.

  “Stay out of my fucking business. Let’s just say you’re both chalk and fucking cheese.” He made to storm out of the room.

  “So? What does my and Mia’s friendship have to do with you? We care about each other, and we’re the best of friends. Leave it the fuck alone.”

  “Do you even know her?” Curse asked.

  “I know enough about her to know men are wasting their time if they think they can stay with her. Mia will never settle down with any man.”

  “You’re aware she’s not a virgin?” He took another long drink from the bottle. What was between these two women to cement them together?

  “Yes, I’m aware she’s not a virgin. Men have showed her enough attention over the years for me to know the truth.” Ashley held the glass in her hand with a death grip. He watched her look over his shoulder and her throat work as she swallowed. “It’s none of your business why we’re friends. We are, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

  “I fucked her.”

  “Good for you and for her.” There was no jealousy on her face.

  “We did it up against the wall of the diner.” He didn’t know why he was repeating what happened, only that he needed to know more about Mia. She didn’t look like the kind of woman who got off on the risk factor of being caught. He’d offered her money, and she turned him down.

  “So?”

  “She’s your friend.”

  “I fuck over ten to twenty guys in the Chaos Bleeds crew. She doesn’t judge me, and I’m not going to judge her on how she needs to get off.” Ashley shrugged. “Just don’t hurt her. Mia deserves some happiness in her life.”

  Ashley made to brush past him. He caught her arm and held her steady. “If she deserves so much happiness why are you not helping her pay off her mother’s medical bills?”

  “I am helping her. She doesn’t accept charity from anyone, not even me.” Ashley shrugged. “I pay off extra from her account. I stole the details from a letter I found in her possession. I do help her, Curse.” She shoved him away. “She’s my friend, so back off.”

  He watched her leave, curious to know what had gone on in the two people’s lives to draw them close.

  Opening his cell phone, he went up to his room and dialed the only man he knew could help.

  Whizz answered on the first ring. “Hello.”

  “Hey, man, how are you holding up?” Curse asked. Five months ago Whizz had been taken by an enemy of The Skulls. From what Curse learned and saw, the man had been tortured and raped. Devil gave the crew updates on his progress, and the man couldn’t stand to be alone. He lived in the clubhouse, with Killer and Kelsey, and even with Zero and his woman, Prue, in Fort Wills. The nightmares kept Whizz awake most nights.

  “I’m doing okay. I take it this is not a social call,” Whizz said. The man sounded tired even to him. Curse wished he’d not called. Whatever he wanted to know he could find out for himself.

  “Maybe I should leave it,” Curse said.

  “You’ve called me up. I’m awake and alert. Just tell me what the fuck you want so I can get on with doing it.” Since the attack Whizz hadn’t been his carefree happy self.

  “I want some information on two women.” He spoke the two names giving Whizz time to write them down.

  “How far back do you want me to go?”

  “As far back as through high school. I’m going to find out what I need, and then I’ll come back to you.”

  “Fine. I’ll do a quick search to see if anything comes up.”

  “Sure, no problem.”

  “Is that it?” Whizz asked abruptly.

  “Yeah.”

  The call ended. Curse stared at his cell believing he’d made a mistake. Closing his bedroom door he threw his cell on the drawer top followed by his keys. He kept the bottle of brandy in his hand.

  Noise from the bed drew his attention. The woman who’d been fucking his cock earlier was lying in his bed. She smiled at him, stretching her arms above her head.

  “Hey, baby. I was wondering when you were going to get back. I’ve missed you.” She rolled off the bed and stood tall. She was naked, and her pussy was bare of any hair. Mia had a thin sheath of pubic hair covering her pussy
. Curse liked his women to actually look like women.

  “What the fuck are you doing in my room?” he asked, taking a long gulp from his bottle.

  “I thought you’d want me when you got whatever was bugging you out of your system.” She ran her hands up his body, giggling. “My pussy needs a nice big cock to satisfy it.”

  Images of Mia entered his mind. At the beginning she’d been so into their sex, but then when he was finished, she’d cut him off. Curse hated the fact she hadn’t come. If the boys ever found out they’d make his life hell. They all had a reputation to uphold, and being good in the sack was one of those rumors they liked to keep true.

  “And you think your pussy is the one that’s going to satisfy me?” He brushed her off, going toward his bed. Sitting down, he kicked his shoes off.

  She was not deterred by his anger. Curse couldn’t even remember her name. There were so many women hanging around the clubhouse and the tit club that he forgot most of their names. He remembered the ones who were important, Phoebe, Lexie, Judi, the kids’ names, and he also knew the names of The Skulls’ women. The ones who deserved his respect rather than the ones he only needed to fuck.

  “I can give you what you need.”

  Her body was all hard curves and bones. Curse wasn’t attracted to her in the slightest. In fact, the sight of her skeleton turned him the fuck off.

  “Get the fuck out of my room, and if you come in here again I’ll have the club ban you.”

  “But I have to give the men whatever they want.”

  “This man doesn’t want you. Back the fuck off, or else I’ll make sure all the men keep a wide berth of you.”

  He stood tall, ignoring her as he headed toward his bathroom.

  “Seriously, you don’t want to fuck me? All men want to fuck me.” She folded her arms underneath her breasts looking stern.

  “Really? You think you’re that irresistible? Sorry, baby, you’re sadly mistaken. There are a lot better looking women out there. Now, get the fuck out before I throw you out of the clubhouse and you walk home naked.”

  Going into the bathroom, he heard the bedroom door slam. He still didn’t know her name and couldn’t give a fuck. His thoughts returned to the raven haired beauty who he’d fucked without a condom. Before she did something to anger him, he’d have to get to her early the next morning.

  ****

  Mia placed tea and toast onto a tray along with her mother’s medication for the morning. Soon she’d be back to the peak of healthy, but until then, providing for them was left to Mia. Running fingers through her hair, she carried the tray through to the sitting room. Her mother was sat on the sofa, reading a book. She smiled the moment Mia entered. Only when her mother had the energy did she move from her bedroom downstairs; otherwise she stayed in her room.

  “Hey, Mom,” Mia said.

  “Darling, I heard you get in a little late last night. Was everything okay?”

  “Yeah, a little late in closing is all. I’m about to head out for the day. I’ve got several houses scheduled to clean today, and I’ve got to head out straight away,” she said, kissing her mother’s cheek. “Let me know if you need anything else.”

  “Honey, I hate this. You need to be out finding men and falling in love.”

  Smiling at her mother, Mia shook her head. “I’m happy doing what I do. Rest and get better.”

  She grabbed her bag and apron and headed out. Wearing a pair of ratty old jeans and a black shirt meant she could clean whatever needed cleaning. Glancing down at her watch she didn’t have time to head to the pharmacy, and she marked it in her mind for later today. Owning a car was an unnecessary expense and one she couldn’t afford. The sun was shining, and she pulled her hair into a ponytail as she got to the first house. Jerry was a nice man with a young wife and a couple of kids. He paid well even though she was sure he was one of the pimps in the town.

  Jerry opened the door while he was on the phone.

  “Sure, Devil, do what you need. I’m not in the mood for this shit today.” Jerry took her arm leading her inside.

  Putting her bag down by the door she bent over to grab the apron. Placing the fabric over her head, she tied up the bows on either side. The apron kept most of the dirt off her.

  He finished on the call and stared at her. Pushing some strands off her face, she waited for him to talk. Every time she came to his house and he opened the door he always spent several seconds looking her up and down.

  “What can I do for you today?” she asked, waiting for instructions.

  “Such a waste.”

  She frowned at his comment, but he led her down the long entrance hall.

  “My office needs cleaning today and the kitchen. My wife went crazy in there. We argued, and she made a mess before storming out yesterday. Will you clean that for me?” he asked.

  “Sure.”

  Each household contained their own cleaning supplies. She only worked for the wealthy part of Piston County. There was no way she’d be taking on jobs where a lot of crime happened. She liked living her life without fear of being shot.

  Leaving his company, she grabbed the trolley she set up and headed into his office.

  Jerry was already behind the desk as she walked in.

  “Do you want me to do this last?” she asked.

  “No. Go ahead, work. I won’t interfere.”

  Nodding, she got down to work. Going behind his desk she opened up the windows to allow any dust to leave the room. She ignored the man behind the desk. Picking up the duster, she went around the room, cleaning away any mess she found. Jerry paid her a really good wage to clean for him, and Mia made every effort to have his place spotless. Out of the corner of her eye she saw he was watching her. Wiping her hands down her body, she spent the next thirty minutes cleaning up his room.

  “I’m going to the kitchen,” she said.

  “Thank you, Mia.”

  He always looked like he wanted to say something a little extra to her. Walking into the kitchen, she winced at the mess before her. Okay, the argument he had with his wife must have been similar to World War Three. Mess was everywhere. Wiping down the food that could go back into the fridge, she got started on work. Checking her watch, she saw she had a couple of hours left to do another two houses on her list before heading toward the diner for her lunch to evening shift.

  Thinking about the diner brought thoughts of Curse and the moment they’d shared last night. He’d gotten off, and she’d wanted out of there before he got a chance to do anything more. Sex was never anything amazing for her. Every time she had sex, when it was over she felt guilty for giving in. Curse didn’t make it any different. For several minutes at the beginning she’d really thought it was going to be different, but it wasn’t. He left her unsatisfied, and she didn’t want to stay around for anything extra.

  An hour later, she knocked on Jerry’s door.

  “Come in.” She entered the room.

  “I’ve finished. The kitchen looks spotless once again. I had to throw some food items in the trash.” She handed him a note for him to know what she got rid of. “Here, this is what I had to throw away.”

  He took the list. “Thank you, Mia. You’re always so thorough.”

  “Thank you. When do you need to me to come back?” She removed the apron from her body and stood waiting. He looked her up and down once again.

  “Mia, have you ever considered a career change?” he asked.

  “What?”

  “You’re a beautiful young woman. I could find some work for you.”

  She frowned, looking at him. “I’m happy cleaning and working at the diner. I doubt you can give me any work I’m looking for.”

  “You know I handle girls along with a lot of other ventures.” He stood, circling the desk to lean on the edge.

  “I know the rumor.”

  “You’re a friend of one of the women fucking Chaos Bleeds. I figure I can be honest with you. You’re in a desperate situation. Those bills ar
e not going anywhere, and you need to make good money.” His hands were clasped together in front of him. “I could have those bills of yours paid in full within the year. You’re a fuller woman, and there are a lot of calls for men looking for women like you.”

  What was it with men offering her money for sex?

  “Stop, right now.” She folded her arms over her chest, placing one palm in front of her to stop him from talking. “Men are in the market for fat women?”

  “No, fuller women. You’re not fat, Mia. I can have you earning a lot of money.”

  She laughed, thinking about Curse. “You’re the second man within twenty-four hours to offer me money for sex.”

  “It’s good money, Mia. I can have men there and assure your safety.”

  “In return I have to screw men I don’t know for money.”

  Jerry looked at the floor. “Yes. There’s no shame in it.”

  “Apart from the fact I’ll be a whore or put it nicely, a call girl or an escort.” She shook her head. “This will be the last time I call to this house. Please, inform your wife that if she wants someone to clean she can find someone else.”

  She turned on her heel and headed out of his office. Did she have the word desperate written all over her body? Was that all she was good for? She wanted to laugh at her situation. Well, if she did suffer with illness she could always make a living offering up her body. It was stupid. Picking up her bag, Jerry came out of his office.

  “Stop, take the money. You earned this.”

  Staring at the money, Mia wanted to tell him to shove it.

  Mom’s medical bills.

  Taking the notes from him, she stared into his gaze. “Thank you.”

  “I was not trying to insult you. You’re a beautiful woman, and I know I can help you out with your situation. What your father did was wrong.”

  Licking her lips, she pocketed the money. “What he did was wrong, and life sucks. It does suck, but my mom is everything to me. She would hate for me to sell my body for her. I’m not going to lie to her, Jerry.”

  “Would you do it if it wasn’t for your mother?” he asked.