KNOW ME (DEFIANT Motorcycle Club)(8)

lasted long and always left me cold and puzzled.  But Orion was no boy.  He was a man

who knew exactly what to do; where to press, how to stroke.
I braced my palms on his hard shoulders as he slowly unbuttoned my shorts, pulling down

the zipper and running his fingers along that sensitive place at the gateway of my sex.

I felt myself getting slippery and I strained against his touch, wanting more, wanting

him to move deeper.  But he only played at the entrance, lightly stimulating me until I

began to feel the rising wave of pleasure.  There were times when I’d touched myself

guiltily in the dark, pressing fervently, wanting to feel that crashing scream which

was such a goddamn big deal to the entire world.
But I’d never come close to achieving the shudder which wracked me as Orion Jackson

brought me the brink and then suddenly stopped.
“Look at me, Kira.”
I obeyed.  The man who had once been my father’s best friend, his second in command,

stared at me with such fiery lust I was almost frightened.
“You think it over,” he whispered and then kissed me so hard and long my lips felt

bruised.  
He left me there against the wall of his room, slamming the door as he exited.  I heard

the low murmuring of crass male voices on the other side and I sank to the floor, the

strap of my shirt dangling like a raggedy shoelace.  With a brief curse I tied it up as

best I could, though I supposed it didn’t matter.
What would my father have said if he could see me now?  If he knew what I was

considering? I had no doubt that Orion wanted me like hell, but there also had to be

some perverse joy in hammering the only daughter of the man he had to despise for

driving him out of the Warlocks, out of the state.
Orion didn’t leave me alone long, although it made no difference; I’d made up my mind

within a minute.
His hand remained on the doorknob as he waited for me to speak first.
“Yes,” I told him in a clear voice, expecting that he would shut the door again and

start making demands.  The thought scared me, but only slightly.  Between my legs I was

still damp and ready.
But with that one word of agreement Orion’s demeanor changed.  He gave me a friendly

smile.  “I’ll send one of the girls out with some clothes.  And I expect you’ll be

hungry.”
“Well, yeah,” I admitted slowly, glancing at the sloppy bed.  “But aren’t we going

to-“
“No,” answered Orion firmly.  “I’m not going to f*ck you on the day you saw your

daddy killed.  Today, Kira, I’m going to take care of you.”  He looked me up and down

and his grin became more lewd.  “But tomorrow,” he said, “I’m going to lay you out

and f*ck you until you can’t stand.”   He gazed at me mildly.  “Sound good?”
I could only nod.
Orion withdrew a pile of twenty dollar bills from his back pocket and threw it on the

bed.  “Get whatever else you need,” he said and then left without another word. I

sank to the floor again, my mind doing cartwheels.
“Shit,” I whispered, weakly leaning my head against the wall.
What the hell had I done?



Chapter Four

The girl who’d served me in the bar was named Rachel and she was the one Orion sent. 

Rachel was very talkative and I quickly learned that she was twenty seven, a former

Miss Arizona, and that she was the old lady of a Defiant club member named Casper.
Rachel waited for me while I showered, luxuriating in the hot spray.  I accepted the

towel she handed me over the curtain and wrapped it around my body.
“How long have you been here?” I asked her.
“A little over two years.  But it took over a year before Casper showed some permanent

interest.”
I stepped out of the shower, hugging the towel over my breasts.  “Why so long? 

You’re beautiful.”
Rachel laughed.  “Oh sweetie, you have a few things to learn.  To these guys a pretty

girl is like a paper napkin.  Use it and then toss it the f*ck out.”
My voice was grumpy.  “I was raised around this shit.  I know damn well how it works.

”
“Then you know that just because man nails you doesn’t make him yours.”
“But Casper is yours?”
“He is now.”
I played with the ends of my wet hair, lowering my voice to a whisper.  “So what will

I be?  To Orion?”
Rachel regarded me shrewdly.  “I guess that depends on you, hon.  Learn how to please

the shit out of him.  Give him what he can’t get somewhere else.”
This was beginning to sound like a less than appealing long term arrangement.  But it

might buy me some time.  Rachel threw me another towel.
“I’ll be right back.  Casper and I actually have a trailer parked a few hundred yards

out.  You seem about my size so I’ll head over grab you some things.  Then I’ll fry

you up a hamburger.  You like hamburgers, right?”
“Sure. Thanks.”  She started to leave when I called her back.  I didn’t know how to