Vexing Viper: Miami Saints MC, #1

Prologue

Looking around the empty room, I wonder what in the fuck I’m supposed to do now? Today was a lot harder than I thought it would be. Nobody prepares you for when your kid grows up and moves out on her own. Sadie’s happy with her new apartment. That must count for something. As her old man, I ain’t taking it quite as well.

I’ve spent the last eighteen years as a single father, and tomorrow my only child is starting college. It’s hard to fathom the president of a 1% motorcycle club raising such an incredible young woman, but I did. I'm so damn proud of her, but letting her go to spread her wings is the hardest. Raising a daughter didn’t come with an instruction manual, but if it did, I'd be on the chapter titled 'Suck it up, bitch and carry on.’

I never intended to become a parent in the first place, much less have to raise Sadie alone. But I fucked up when I trusted a club girl because I was young and dumb, and she wound up pregnant. She thought that when she poked holes in all my rubbers and turned up pregnant, I would make her my old lady. But that wasn’t ever going to happen. I hated the bitch for trying to trap me, but I didn’t want her to die. Unfortunately, that’s exactly what happened when she went into labor with Sadie. Something happened, and what should have been a routine delivery turned into an emergency c-section, and while they were able to get Sadie out safely, they weren’t able to save her mother. This meant that whether I was ready or not, I was the only one left to raise my daughter. It wasn’t always easy, but we survived.

After eighteen years of doing the single dad thing, I’m now left with an empty, quiet house, and I have no idea what I’m supposed to do with myself. It could be worse. Sadie could be in another state, where I’d have no way of keeping tabs on her, and not just on the other side of town. But I still worry, which is why I have Kidd shadowing her. I need to know someone is watching out for her and will keep her safe. He better not fuck up and get distracted by college girls if he wants to earn his patch.

Taking a deep breath, I look around her room one more time before finally closing the door with the realization that my kid has grown up. Checking the time on my phone, I see that it’s only 9 pm. Fuck, it’s too early to go to bed.

Viper: Where are you?

Sparrow: Clubhouse. Where are you?

Viper: OMW

Walking into the clubhouse, I hold up a finger, signaling Pipe to bring me a beer as I sit down next to Sparrow at the bar. As the cold Bud is set in front of me, Pipe asks, Lost without Sadie, aren’t ya, Prez?

You have no fucking clue, brother, I answer, tipping the bottle back and savoring the rich flavor.

Finish your beer, and come on, Sparrow says, finishing his and tossing the empty bottle into the trash barrel behind the bar.

You break fucking glass behind the bar, and you’re cleaning it up. You ain’t making a prospect do it for you either. I’m forty-two years old, and I swear dealing with these guys makes me feel every fucking one of them. Chugging down the rest of my beer, I hand the empty to Pipe and follow my VP outside, all the while wondering if I really want to go wherever the hell he’s taking me.

Climbing on my bike, I see that this is going to be a group outing, considering how Rock, Storm, and Knox are idling, waiting to follow us wherever we go. Everyone is needing to get out of here for the night since we’ve all been working our asses off moving product up the coast. With the new chapter in Kingston set to open sometime this year, our runs are only going to increase.

All right, brother. Lead the way. I fire up my bike and pull out of the parking lot. Sparrow moves in beside me, and the rest of my men fall into formation. Fifteen minutes later, we’re pulling into the parking lot of Heaven’s Door, the strip joint we own. Not exactly where I was expecting Sparrow to take me, but why the fuck not, I suppose. This is just as good as any other place in town to drink, not to mention the view is much nicer too.

Looking around at all the cars filling up our parking lot, I see that HD must be at full capacity tonight. The club turns a good profit, but its primary purpose is to clean our money. Our name may be the Miami Saints, but there isn’t a fucking thing saintly about us. As soon as we’ve parked in the Saints VIP parking, Sparrow jumps off his bike, eager to get inside. I’m starting to wonder if this trip was for me or if Sparrow just wanted to stop by and fuck the stripper he bangs on the regular. The man has a thing for the talent that we keep employed here.

Climbing off my bike, I head inside, nodding at Big John as I pass the line of customers waiting to get inside. HD employs some of the most beautiful women in Miami, which means there’s always a line out the door, and we sell a lot of fucking liquor too. We try to keep our businesses as clean as a 1% club can, but some of the ladies, or Angels as we’ve dubbed them, offer special services to VIP customers. That’s only after the clients are thoroughly vetted by Dexter, our resident hacker. The club takes a small cut since we’re taking a lot of the risks in allowing it in the first place. Most of the girls don’t participate in that type of activity, though, which is what I prefer.

We aren’t running a brothel. Our ladies make a lot of cake working here but love the thrill of fucking a celebrity who pops in or an athlete in town for an away game. Others get off on thinking they can bring a biker to heel like the woman my VP fucks with. I’m pretty sure Sparrow’s bitch just wants to be an old lady, but that’s not my fucking business, so I stay out of it.

I cross my arms, push my shoulders back, and feel a sense of pride at how far we’ve come in the last ten years. When we opened Heaven’s Door, we put a lot of thought into privacy. Our three VIP areas are completely separate from the main floor. Each with its own server, bar, and lounge area for whatever our clients may fancy. Nothing was spared, which was mainly for our benefit because my guys frequent HD quite often.

Walking up the stairs and into the Saints' private VIP section, I move around the table and sit in the chair in the corner so that my back is to the wall. Jenna, one of our waitstaff, comes over with a bottle of Patrón and a round of beers for the table. Thanks, darlin’, I tell her, handing her a fifty-dollar bill and watching her ass as she leaves. The lighting up here is minuscule, except for the thin black, purple, and pink tube lights that make the color of naked flesh pop, another tool to aid in the fantasy we’re selling.

Sparrow grabs the Patrón, fills five shot glasses, and slides them across the table. Drink up motherfuckers, ‘cause here comes the entertainment, he says, looking at me and grinning mischievously.

No sooner have I thrown back my shot, the heat working its way to my belly expertly, do four of our Angels saunter through the curtains. I watch as the redhead goes straight to Sparrow like a heat-seeking missile. This must be his go-to girl when he’s here. Movement behind the curtain catches my attention, and a heartbeat later another one of our Angels glides through, and my cock instantly hardens in appreciation for the raven-haired beauty. Fuck, she’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. She has to be around five foot ten, maybe five foot eleven, no more than a buck thirty, and has curves meant for seduction. This Latina is a fucking goddess, and I’m not leaving here tonight without fucking her.

My eyes are glued to her as she takes to the stage, her subtle curves a picture of perfection as her hips roll and dip in perfect harmony to the music thumping through the speakers. Under the spotlights, her skin is unblemished tan silk that makes my mouth hunger for a taste. I know nothing of choreography, but her beauty is flawless, making every move prettier and more seductive than the last. Our eyes lock as she drops to a crouch, her long legs spread wide in my direction as she runs her hands provocatively up her torso, slowly caressing gorgeous full breasts on her journey north. I chew the inside of my lip and recline further in my chair in anticipation of what she’ll do next. When the tempo picks up, she takes to the pole swinging and twirling around it with the precision of an acrobat. I’m lost as she watches me, watching her, putting on a show that’s just for me. My heart skips a beat when she works her lithe body to the top. One false move and the drop would be bone-shattering. She’s fearless as the music crescendos. She slides down, dropping almost to the floor before catching herself and bending her flexible body in my direction. My cock is hard as steel when the song finally comes to an end, and the siren has me under her spell.

Prez, I’d like to introduce you to Vixen. She may be one of our Angels here at Heaven’s Door, but with a body like that, Sin is her middle name. And tonight, she’s all yours to corrupt. Sparrow throws his head back and laughs when he catches the look on my face. Oh, I’m going to fucking corrupt her, all right.

As she glides closer, my eyes stay glued to her every move. Her hips are swaying like she hasn’t a care in the world. She may be playing a role here for our customers, but this isn’t an act. She’s a natural seductress. It’s those bedroom eyes, her perfect hourglass shape, and the sway of her hips. That’s all the persuasion a man needs to never look away.

I spread my legs, giving her room as she moves in closer and runs her hands down my chest. From her pointy, silver stilettos up those perfect long tan stems to the red G-string that shows off her firm, round ass, I take it all in. Every bit of her. Continuing my perusal, I notice the dangling jewel hanging from her belly button and trail my eyes up to her perfect, fake tits that make my cock jump when I see her pebbled nipples. I'm trapped by her hypnotic eyes when she swipes her tongue across her pouty red lips, I know without a doubt this one truth... I must have her.

How about a dance, lover? Her soft, breathy voice only adds to her appeal as she wraps her arms around my neck, straddles my legs, and rocks her core against my hardened cock.

Show me what you got, Vixen, I smooth my hands up her thighs, feeling the soft satiny flesh under my roughened palms. Rolling her hips and belly, she reaches around her back to untie the bikini top and lets it fall to the side. A groan rumbles through my chest as I watch her tits bounce as she works me over, selling the fantasy our clients come here and pay greatly for.

Oh, darlin’. The things I’m going to do to this perfect fucking body, I growl, leaning forward and flicking her nipple with my tongue, causing her to moan from the sensation. Hearing a chuckle, I see Rock watching the show with hooded eyes while Emerald gags as she sucks him off. The sound has my balls tightening, threatening to erupt in my jeans.

When Vixen leans forward, placing her lips on mine, I grip the back of her neck and pull her in deeper. She gasps as I bite down on her lip, giving me the opening I need to thrust my tongue into her mouth. The kiss is slow but deep, and the way she laps at my mouth is almost my undoing.

Gripping Vixen’s waist, I lift her up and place her on her feet. Then I rise from my chair. Once she’s steady, I lace my fingers in hers and pull her behind me as I move down the stairs and into the office. Get Out, I demand, knowing that Savior, who was shocked to see me here, especially dragging a woman along behind me, will do as he's told without saying shit about it.

Hearing the door close, I reach back and lock it, refusing to take my eyes off the beauty in front of me. You want this, darlin’? ‘Cause it’s not a job requirement. I need to make sure she doesn’t feel pressured to fuck the boss. That isn’t how we operate around here. I would never take what wasn’t freely offered.

I’m sure, Viper. It’s just sex, she says, shrugging her shoulders but looking a little nervous. Maybe my size intimidates her. I’m a big fucking guy, after all.

Taking that as consent, I grab her hand and lead her over to Savior’s desk. Sliding his papers to the side, I grip her hips, placing her on the edge before wedging my body between her splayed thighs, then lean in to kiss along her neck. It’s been weeks since I’ve fucked anyone, so unfortunately, this poor girl is about to get it hard and dirty. Sliding my hand down her belly and over her panty-covered center, I drag my fingers against the damp fabric and rub her hardened clit through the material. The fabric gets wetter, and her breath is coming faster with each stroke of my hand. Her response to my touch is only turning me on more while tearing at the threads of my control.

Sliding the material to the side, I gently push two fingers inside her cunt while circling her clit with my thumb. You’re so wet, but Jesus, your little pussy is fucking tight. You like that, darlin’? Like your pussy stroked like a good kitty? I whisper into her ear before taking the lobe into my mouth and biting down.

Yesss, she hisses, rolling her hips to move her body against my hand, trying to get more friction where she wants it most. Her voice is soft and sweet, like music to my ears, and it’s only making me want her more.

Gathering more of her cream, I focus on the pulsing nub until she can’t take anymore, and her body begins to quake as she moans out her release, coming all over my hand as she does. So sexy when you cum, Vixen, I murmur against her neck, placing one last kiss on the flesh that has pinkened from the scruff on my face.

Removing my hand from her panties, I slide her off the desk and steady her onto her feet. Unbuckling my jeans, I shove them down my thighs and nod to the ground. On your knees, Vixen.

To my delight, she pushes on my chest until I land in the chair behind me. With hooded eyes, she drops to the floor and wraps her tiny, soft hand around me. Her grip is perfect as she gives my cock an experimental stroke. Brushing the back of my hand across her soft cheek, I clinch her hair in my fist and pull, urging her to take me into her mouth.

Ah, ah, ah. Patience lover, she says, squeezing my member in her hand and dragging her pink tongue across the head excruciatingly slow. I watch in awe as she paints her lips with the drop of cum that’s leaked from the tip.

So good, she purrs before finally taking me into her hot, wet mouth. With perfect suction, she bobs her head up and down my length. Fuck, she just gets better and better. Lost in the moment, my head rolls back on my shoulders, and my eyes close of their own volition as I get the best blowjob I’ve ever had.

Fuck, baby. You’re going to make me cum, I groan in pure fucking ecstasy as she takes me into her throat and swallows, blowing my fucking mind with her oral talent.

Clutching her locks in my fist, I hold her in place as I fuck her mouth until I can no longer hold back. With one last thrust, ropes of cum shoot down her throat. I quickly release her when she taps on my thigh and watch as she takes a deep breath. My cock twitches, getting hard once again when she swipes a drop of my cum from the corner of her mouth with her finger and licks it clean.

Good? I ask with a raised brow and chuckle when she grins wickedly and reaches for my hand, indicating she wants help getting up. Helping her to her feet, I rise from the chair, turn her body around, and press on her back to lean her over the edge of the desk. There is no way I am leaving this room without having her first. Fumbling in my pocket, I finally find my wallet and quickly remove a rubber, placing it between my lips while kicking her legs apart and into position. Once she’s where I want her, I open the condom with my teeth and roll the latex down my shaft before confirming, You still good with this?

Yes. I need this, she says, looking over her shoulder at me with hooded eyes.

Any hard limits, baby? I ask as I slide her panties to the side again and line myself up while desperately trying to reign in my control.

No. She moans as her voice shutters when she tries to push her ass back onto my aching cock.

The shudder gives me pause for a brief moment, but when she grabs my thigh and tries to pull me forward, I quickly dismiss it. Good. Then you better hold the fuck on, I growl, surging into her wet pussy in one rough thrust. Her throat strangles her scream as she tenses from the sudden intrusion. Fuck, she’s tight. I still my hips, giving her a moment to adjust to my size before setting a punishing pace. Lacing my fingers in her hair, I clutch the silken strands in my fist and arch her back for a better angle as I take her ruthlessly. Fuck, I needed this tonight; needed an outlet for all the stress that wearing the crown comes with.

Fuck, Vixen. You feel so goddamn good, I groan, pounding harder into her and getting lost in the heaven that is her body.

Oh god. Don’t stop! I’m so close, she wails as I slam even harder and faster into