Come as you Are: Plantain Series Book Two Read online

  He’s sitting on his bike with a few other guys from the MC I recognize. I’m actually surprised to see him here, something happened to him recently and he hasn’t been at work. Not sure what, but I heard murmuring about being shot.

  “Is Missy here?” I ask, totally forgoing niceties.

  He nods. “Yeah over by the picnic tables with my old lady.”

  “Thank you,” I smile.

  “Good to see you,” he adds with a genuine smile.

  See, there was nothing to worry about, he didn’t look at me like what the fuck am I doing here. I take the final steps inside the fence and it’s so much louder and crowded than I first thought. I lift up onto the balls of my feet trying to see over the mass of people in search for the picnic tables, and sure enough I see Missy and my boss, her husband Sven, talking to Maven and a few other women.

  “Well, well, well,” I hear a voice and freeze, fuck. It’s the most-incredible-sex-imaginable voice. Que “Sex and Candy.”

  “Look who came out to play.”

  Turning around, I see Drag leaning against the fence, alone. His hair’s pulled back, he’s wearing jeans, boots, and a grey V-neck t-shirt under his leather jacket. When I pictured him at these parties all I could imagine was a gaggle of women hanging all over him, trying to win his affections and maybe he’d choose them all for the night.

  “Hi,” I say. My eyes dart over towards the entrance and wonder for a moment if I should just leave.

  “How are you Skye?”

  My eyes shoot back to his because I can’t remember him ever saying my name before, hearing it with his voice causes instant wet panties. I open my mouth to reply when Dornan, Joey, and Boo-Boo come through the gate, and a huge group of guys standing near me greet them, urging me closer towards Drag and out of their way. I’m only two feet from him now and my hands move to the strap of my bag across my chest, like I need an anchor to help me focus.

  “I asked, how are you?” he repeats.

  “Good, you?”

  He gives a shrug. “Same shit as always…but this is a nice surprise.”

  He looks down my body and I can’t help but be reminded of how I’m so not his type, I’m especially reminded of how small my breasts are as he takes a long moment to look at them. They’re so small I actually rarely ever have to wear a bra; a tube top is the most I do since I don’t need any support. But tonight, I’m not wearing anything under my halter top and it’s like they know they’re being talked about, my nipples harden.

  I’m breathing quicker at the feeling and my nipples rub against the linen of my shirt, turning me on even more. I can see in his eyes as he notices and he licks his bottom lip, causing my shirt to become almost painful on my hardened points and the thought of him sucking them. I imagine him running his lips over them and I swear he could make me come from that alone, and I’d like to find out if given a chance.

  I am no prude by any means, but I’m certainly not a slut. To me a slut is a person who uses sex for validation, sex to make them feel self-worth, which ends up doing the opposite in the long run. I don’t pass up opportunities if I find a man attractive, I’m also not opposed to one night stands. We’re humans, we have needs. I’m twenty-two and I like sex, I crave sex just like any other woman. But that being said, I’ve only had five partners, two were boyfriends, two were fuck buddies, and one was a one-nighter. I don’t regret any of the sexual experiences I’ve had, when else in my life can I be free to do what I want with my body. One day I’ll be married and hopefully a mother, and by then I can look back without shame.

  Honestly, if Drag asked me right now to fuck him, I would. Maybe it’d stop this insane frenzy he causes in my body whenever he’s around. I don’t even know the guy but the sexual attraction I have to him is unreal and like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. I can hook up with him and I don’t care if he doesn’t want a repeat or maybe he never speaks to me again, but I want him too much to care. Suddenly, there’s cat calls and whistles coming from behind us, causing me to turn and see Maven with her legs wrapped around Dornan’s hips as they kiss the shit out of each other.

  “I guess that makes it official,” I smile, genuinely happy for Maven.

  “I guess,” Drag mumbles.

  I turn to face him, his eyes still watching the make out session over my shoulder.

  “I know you like her, that must suck.”

  His eyes shoot to mine, and I hope the disappointment I feel in my chest hasn’t come across in my voice or isn’t written all over my face.

  “I don’t like her, I mean, not like that,” he states with a confused look on his face like he can’t believe I thought that. “Dornan’s had a thing for her since before I got here…I just think she’s hot and like to tease her, I know it annoys her.”

  “Why do you do that?” I ask out of nowhere.

  “Fuck with Maven?” he asks.

  “No, why do you try to be a pig? I don’t think that’s really you.”

  He looks at me for a long time before smiling just enough to flash his dimples and says, “Why don’t you think that’s me?”

  “I don’t know.”

  I look down with a shake of my head because really I don’t know. I hear him push away from the fence and watch as his beautiful hand engulfs mine, tugging me as he begins to walk and lead me into the party. I know it’s crowded, but holding my hand isn’t really necessary. As we start through the people they begin to notice us, looking between him and me before Drag gives a chin tip along with the occasional, “Brother.”

  I’ve heard the guys at the shop call each other that, but there’s men here I’ve never seen before, so I’m not sure if they also call members of other clubs that too.

  “Where are we going?” I ask practically shouting over the noise.

  “Beer,” he states.

  We get closer to an area where I see kegs and a make-shift bar set up and the number of people here is denser, the men looking at me longer and not hiding the fact that they’re checking me out. Drag releases my hand and slings his thick muscular leather clad arm over my shoulders, pulling me close to his side.

  “Wh-” I begin to ask at the same time he says,

  “You don’t belong to anyone, unless you want these guys trying to fuck you, you can pretend to be mine for the night.”

  Holy shit, the thought sends a tremor through my body. But wait, Missy didn’t tell me anything about this. Oh my God, these dudes think I’m a fucking, what was the term she used again? Sweet bottom? To me, I can easily tell the chicks looking to fuck from the wives and girlfriends as I look around. Hold on, aren’t I one of those chicks? I mean, so willing to fuck Drag. Regardless, no one here knows that but me. I don’t think I look anything like those chicks, and just to defend my thinking, my eyes look down at my attire.

  “It’s not about the way you’re dressed,” he says like he can read my mind. “They know what women are taken, usually the old ladies wear a patch or something to indicate they’re someone’s, if you don’t have that then you’re fair game.”

  I nod and look up at him, the glow of the bon fire accentuating the peaks and dips of his strong features. The heat from his hand on my shoulder is causing me to be more aware of my body, and I notice his rough fingertips running back and forth on the bare skin there. My thoughts turn to him reaching down and cupping my breast or bending closer and licking my neck. I hadn’t realized I was exposing so much skin until I feel how much of his warm leather jacket is against me. A shiver runs through me at the same moment Drag looks down.

  I must look some kind of way because he narrows his eyes slightly, they trail down my neck and down the center of my shirt. Which causes me to bite my lower lip and study his Adam’s apple. It bobs with a swallow, like he’s just as affected with the proximity as I am. His eyes scan lower, to what I’m sure are my nipples once again protruding from the thin fabric of my top. Suddenly he stops walking which causes my body to turn towards him.
I want him to kiss me or maybe I should kiss him, we’re just looking into one another’s eyes and I’m willing him to do something. Then I’m jostled aside and nearly pushed over, Drag’s strong hands grabbing me before I fall.

  “Watch out,” he growls to someone behind me.

  I turn to see a beautiful Asian girl, long black pin straight hair hanging down to her hips, blood red lipstick enhancing full lips.

  “Hey Drag,” she giggles.

  “Hi Drag baby,” another Asian girl says, coming up next to the other one.

  They look similar, actually they look identical and I think maybe sisters. Both are wearing skin tight leather pants, red high heels and red bikini tops.

  “Hi,” he says curtly.

  I don’t want to look at him, I’m sick of seeing how he looks at women every day at work who dress like normal people, I don’t need to see him ogling these practically naked women. I right myself and start looking around for Missy or anyone. When Drag once again throws an arm over my shoulder, a silent ‘you’re not fucking going anywhere.’

  “We thought you might want to go to your apartment, we plan to do something special for you.”

  “Is that so?” Drag asks and I focus my eyes on the trashcan filled with flames beside me.

  “We are feeling extra friendly tonight,” the one chick purrs and I glance over to see her lifting the breast of her sister, sticking her tongue out to lick the bare skin along the fabric of the bikini top and I cringe. The one receiving the lick throws her head back and moans, cupping the other by the back of her head and bringing their lips together and they start kissing. Okay, maybe not sisters. The people around us begin to notice and move to get closer, egging the two women on, and before I pull away from Drag I see them removing their tops.

  I get the ‘be young and free’ motto, but doing things just for a man’s attention kills me. It’s a shame in today’s society that instead of empowering one’s self with sex, that chicks like these only further the idea that women are disposable sex toys. Drag pulls my body back against him and moves us towards the kegs finally, thank God because I need a fucking drink.

  “Beer?” he asks casually.

  “Tequila please.”

  He shoots me a raised brow before stepping over to the bar and grabbing the Jose Cuervo forgoing the shot glasses I see lining the table, before walking back towards me. He takes a large swig then hands the bottle over, where I proceed to take an even larger swig.

  “What’s wrong?” he asks.

  Breathing deeply trying to ease the burn in my throat, I hear the crowd grow louder and don’t even want to look as I hear the females begin to moan and groan and I know it’s the sisters.

  “If I’m keeping you from enjoying the show, you don’t need to babysit me-” I begin in annoyance before he cuts me off.

  “Seriously?” he asks, taking the bottle back from me.

  “Well, yeah. I mean isn’t that what you do at these things?” nodding my head over towards the group.

  His eyes narrow and I see a flash of irritation flicker in the green depths.

  “Maybe I want to do something different tonight,” he says, as he drinks from the bottle, licking his lower lip to gather a drop of liquor resting there.

  My thoughts turn to my tongue licking it off for him. I move closer to take the bottle, but he pulls it back and behind him and out of my reach.

  “What?” I ask.

  He steps closer to me and fuck, the heat is back from before the sisters interrupted us and I want to touch him. I want to whisper in his ear that if he wants to do something different tonight then he should take me somewhere private. Because I can’t control myself anymore, without any inhibitions I step even closer until I can feel his breath on my face. He looks at me questioningly. Pressing my hands onto his chest, I lift up onto my toes and whisper my idea into his ear. He pulls back to look down at me, even more confused now but I don’t care, I want him to know what I want.

  “Skye-”

  He’s cut off by Missy wrapping her arms around my middle and squeezing me. I fall back against her and smile, turning to face her. She’s clearly drunk and moves her arms around my shoulders.

  “I’m sooooo happy you came doll.”

  I see Sven beside her walk towards Drag and they begin to talk, Missy looks me up and down and then over my shoulder at Drag. She doesn’t know how I feel about him, it’s the only thing I’ve kept from her because I don’t want her to warn me about him being a manwhore or something. She confuses my happy-go-lucky mentality as being fragile, and I know no amount of me telling her that I’m not will convince her otherwise.

  “I see you found Drag, did you just get here?” her eyes returning to me.

  “A few minutes ago.”

  Missy looks over towards the moaning girls and rolls her eyes. God only knows what the sisters are doing now as the cheering them on has become almost deafening.

  “Come on,” she says taking my hand and pulling me away towards another set of picnic tables near the club’s entrance.

  As we walk, I glance over and see the sisters are naked and one is on her knees lapping between the other’s legs while jerking off two men, who in return, are sucking on the standing one’s nipples. The people gathered around are giving their appreciation in directing the women and taking photos with their cell phones. Wow. My eyes dart over my shoulder to see Sven and Drag still talking as they follow us; Drag’s eyes are on me and not on the show.

  I wonder if he’s considering my offer or maybe he was about to tell me he wouldn’t fuck me for all the tea in China. Maybe Missy’s entrance was a well-timed intervention to the rejection I was about to receive. Regardless, I want to enjoy my time with my friend and not get hung up on the possibilities. She and I sit at the table with our legs straddling the bench to face one another and the men stand beside us. Missy eyes the bottle in Drag’s hand and grabs it.

  “Thanks babe,” she winks before swigging from it.

  Between the two of us, we finish the bottle and I don’t know how much time’s passed but Missy’s definitely drank more of the tequila than I have. At some point Drag and Sven obtain cups of beer from guys who wear leather vests that say ‘prospect’ on the front. Missy’s also done most of the talking, Drag’s too near for me to even think about, well, thinking. I keep getting whiffs of his manly scent which just adds to my heightened libido. Missy fishes her phone from her designer bag while still talking to me, her eyes remain down checking her text messages.

  Another biker starts talking to Sven and Drag moves closer to my side, he simply moves my long hair over my shoulder, his fingertip grazing along my neck and shoulder causing me to gasp and sit up a little straighter. I can’t describe how his touch makes me feel, it’s like an electric shock that’s a hotwire straight to my erogenous zones. Missy’s so preoccupied she doesn’t even see what he’s done or even my reaction, it looks like no one’s even paying attention to us.

  I look up at Drag as he watches my chest heave for air, his crotch is eye level and I make it obvious when I look at him there. I notice a bulge forming beneath his jeans and I bite my lip, wanting to touch him there with my lips. He cups the side of my face and tilts my head back up to look into my eyes. His eyes narrow slightly, but I can see how dilated his pupils are, how his lips part as he pants for oxygen too, how much he wants me.

  “I have to use the bathroom,” I announce loudly.

  “Okay,” Missy says not looking away from her phone.

  “I’ll show you,” Drag says as I stand.

  He takes my hand, leading me towards the clubhouse. I don’t know where he’s going to take me, but I’m so hot with lust, I’d let him fuck me just about anywhere at this point. The clubhouse is massive as we walk through the double oak doors, and it appears to be one large open space. Straight ahead is a bar and to the left several pool tables fill the area along with more people. We take a right and at one point Drag literally has
to pull me through the sea of people so we don’t get separated. I grip his hand tightly until he gets us to a hallway that appears vacant.

  He stops and looks back at me, his eyes asking me if I really want to go with him. I nod and take a deep breath, as my heart beats like a jack rabbit. I can’t explain how he does this to me with little contact and no words. He starts walking again down the long hall, there’s closed doors on either side along with light fixtures on the walls between every room.

  Turning a corner as we continue past a few more doors before stopping. With his free hand, Drag reaches inside his leather jacket. He pulls out a set of keys and slides one key into the knob, turning the handle and opening the door. He enters first, flicking on a light and I know it’s now or never. He looks back at me, still standing in the hallway and says, “If this isn’t what you want-”

  I stop his words as I crash into his body as my lips attach to his.

  3

  Drag groans and puts both of his hands on the back of my head to return my kiss hard. His tongue entering my mouth with one lick, before sucking on my lower lip. He kicks the door shut with the heel of his boot and I climb up his body. He’s so sturdy and strong he doesn’t even waver as I use his shoulders to pull myself up, and wrap my legs around his hips. I can taste the beer on his tongue, and I’m sure he can taste the tequila on mine. But it just adds to the frenzy that I’m actually alone with this man, and I can finally do all the things I’ve been fantasizing about.

  We’re kissing like animals, primitive, and hungry like he can’t get enough of me, Lord knows I can’t get enough of him. I gasp as he slips one hand down into the back of my jeans and palms my ass cheeks, pulling my pelvis against him firmly and I feel his thick erection against my crotch. He lifts my purse off across my body and tosses it on the dresser, before I kiss down his neck. He’s breathing fast and moaning, as I nip at the sensitive skin below his jaw.

  The taste of him is salty and warm and I just want to keep licking and tasting him, wondering if this is what the skin of his cock is like. I grind my hips into him, his cock rubbing between my legs harder now. The seam of my jeans presses against my clit, and I moan while my lips attach to his skin once more and suck.