Nolan by Lane Hart, D.B. West
Chapter Thirteen
Rita
“There’s my girl!” Leroy exclaims when I come up to the bar to put in an order. The customer’s request goes out the window when the tall man scoops me off the floor and plops me right down on his lap.
“Hey, guys. How’s it going tonight?” I ask, tensing up as he holds me like a child and coughing around the clouds of smoke from the bikers’ cigars and everything else they’re smoking.
The rest of the room disappears when Leroy’s hand cups my chin roughly and forces me to look at him and only him. “I had a chat with your old man yesterday,” he tells me. “You’ll be free of that asshole in no time.”
“Yeah? I bet you’re right,” I agree. “I’ll check with, um, my attorney tomorrow, and see if everything’s back signed.”
“You do that,” he says, running the point of his nose down my throat and into my hair, sniffing loud enough for me to hear it over the sound of the loud music. “I can’t wait to take you home with me.” I freeze when his tongue licks the same path back down my neck. “You won’t be able to walk for the first week.”
“Ha!” I choke out a fake laugh. “But I have to be able to walk so I can work, you naughty boy!” I grab his hand on my waist to try and stop him from moving up the inch or two to my breast.
“You won’t need to work like a dog when you’re mine,” he says, thankfully pulling his mouth from me to look at my face. “Your only job will be to keep my bed warm and put food in my belly so I can put a baby in yours.”
Oh, hell no!
“But I have bills to pay! I have to work, silly!”
“No, you don’t,” he growls, his hand tightening on my side and my face. “I’ll give you everything you need while you give me everything I need from your beautiful body.”
“You’re hurting me, Leroy,” I grit out as his fingers dig painfully into my ribs. “Let go. Let go!” I shout as I try to pry his hands off of me. “I belong to someone else, remember? Until the divorce…please. It’s not right for you to touch me until I can be yours!”
The big man groans and presses me down on his hardness under my bottom, making me think my lie about wanting to be free from my “husband” isn’t going to work anymore. But then finally, he stands me up on my wobbly feet and slaps my ass.
“You’ll be mine soon enough. The wait will be worth it for both of us,” Leroy mutters. “Once you’re my wife, I can have you whenever I want.”
Oh great! I just thought he wanted to fuck me, not marry me.
Giving up on the drink order I was supposed to be retrieving, I hurry away into the women’s restroom, needing a moment to collect myself. I lock myself in a stall, then lean my back against the door as I stare up at the brown water stains on the ceiling, wondering how the hell I got myself into this mess.
I never did anything to encourage Leroy. He just came in a few weeks ago with the rest of the MC and claimed I would be his, as if I didn’t have a say in the matter.
And when you’re twice the size of a normal man, I guess there’s no one to stop you from getting whatever you want.
Out of all the thin, pretty strippers, why would he pick me?
It’s the same question I asked about Nolan when he started coming in every night, trying to get me to dance for him.
I didn’t understand him then, and I still don’t today.
Maybe Leroy was drawn to me with my above average height and weight because a petite woman wouldn’t be able to survive a pounding from him.
I’m not sure if I will either.
As Lila, one of the other waitresses, said, I should start preparing for him by trying to fit a baseball bat inside me so he won’t hurt me as badly.
I don’t want to prepare my body to take his enormous penis! I don’t want a single inch of him anywhere near me! Not that my preferences were considered by any of the members of his MC. They didn’t ask; they just took what they wanted before I could even protest.
At least Leroy has been gentlemanly enough to respect my fake marriage to another man. I bet he would be pissed if he found out his friends had already had me before him.
But the flimsy lie about being married won’t hold up much longer.
And since I would have to leave not one but two jobs, and I don’t currently have the money for even a full tank of gas, much less to up and leave town, I’ll have no choice when Leroy drags me back to his place like a caveman and never lets me leave again.
At least Nolan will be safe.
I shouldn’t give a shit about the other biker’s safety; but for some reason, I do. Just because he didn’t want to see me again, doesn’t mean he deserves to end up in the hospital or worse, end up in the morgue.