Viper Novel – Viper walks in, and my libido kicks back into gear. This man is hot I honestly don’t think I’ll be leaving this clubhouse a virgin. “Alright, fellas, y’all know why we’re here. Let’s not waste any time. Girls, the floor is yours.” “Girls?” I ask with a brow raised. I’m a grown-hip woman and I will not be called “girl.” “Believe me, baby, no one is mistaking that you are all women. Didn’t mean to offend you.” Viper’s eyes are heated while he stares at me. When he licks his lips, I feel a rush of arousal. God help me, because I’m two seconds away from dragging this man out of this room and letting him have his way with me, meeting be done. Quickly getting myself together, I get right to it.
CARA As soon as the door to my room closes, I try to calm my fast-beating heart. Viper. That man is by far the hottest man I have ever laid my eyes on—six foot five, tan skin, with a five-o’clock shadow and a body built on pure muscles. His gray eyes, short, black hair and chiseled jaw had my lady parts tingling just looking at him. His arms and neck were covered in tattoos. I wonder if he has more under those clothes? This is going to be a rough two weeks. BOB, aka my battery-operated boyfriend, is going to be getting used regularly. “Those men, like seriously, not one is bad looking. How is that possible?” Sara asks, walking through the connecting door to our rooms. I thought that was cool that they put us in rooms right beside each other. It makes us feel a little safer. I know Chris and Cam would never bring us anywhere that would be unsafe, but still, the gesture definitely helps. “I don’t know, but I’m trying to get my libido to behave, so just give me a minute.”
I’m fanning my face, trying to get myself under control. I have truly never felt this way about a man. Ever. At twenty-five years old, I’m still a virgin. I know what you’re thinking. No, I’m not saving myself for marriage, but I also don’t want to have intercourse just to have it. I’ve been waiting for someone to bring that primal need out of me, and I think that man is Viper. Only time will tell, though. “Where are your fur babies?” Sara asks, looking around my room. “Chris and Cam took them so I could get settled.” “Why didn’t they take Draco?” she asks with a pout. She knows well why they didn’t take Draco. That cat is a menace, and she knows it. We all carry scars from Draco. Granted, he minds his business most of the time, but if he’s in a mood, you will know about it. “Are you really going to play the dumb blonde roll right now?” I deadpan. She just laughs and walks back to her room. I start unpacking my stuff, and before I know it, Cam is knocking on my door, letting me know it’s time to meet with the guys. I quickly put Demon on his perch I set up in my room and follow Cam down the hallway.
We walk into a room with a huge wooden table. Most of the guys are already here. Chris takes us to our seats. Sara and I are set up in between Chris and Cam. Viper walks in, and my libido kicks back into gear. This man is hot. I honestly don’t think I’ll be leaving this clubhouse a virgin. “Alright, fellas, y’all know why we’re here. Let’s not waste any time. Girls, the floor is yours.” “Girls?” I ask with a brow raised. I’m a grown-hip woman and I will not be called “girl.” “Believe me, baby, no one is mistaking that you are all women. Didn’t mean to offend you.” Viper’s eyes are heated while he stares at me. When he licks his lips, I feel a rush of arousal. God help me, because I’m two seconds away from dragging this man out of this room and letting him have his way with me, meeting be done. Quickly getting myself together, I get right to it.
“After we got the blueprint for the clubhouse, we assembled special cameras. These cameras are equipped with night vison, three-sixty camera rotation, camera range at one hundred feet, two-way audio, and motion sensors. Basically, you won’t even be able to take a piss in the bushes without the cameras picking it up.” I’m not surprised by the looks on their faces. It’s the same look we always get. People like to think this is a “man’s job” but it isn’t. It took us a long time to gain the respect we have in the industry. Even during our time with the government, we were tested at every angle. When Sara and I worked for STF, they threw every curve ball at us, thinking we weren’t built for the job. We came in the middle of our junior year of college. One day we were hackers, the next we were working in the field. Then they had us in foreign countries, torturing informants for information.
Yeah, our government can be a little shady. In the end, when we decided to walk away, it wasn’t because we couldn’t handle it, but more so we wanted to be our own bosses. I’ve never been too keen on taking orders. “That’s not all. With your budget, we were able to build you a security booth for the gate with bulletproof glass. There will be a few monitors in there so they can watch the grounds as well.” “How will they be able to get the names of potential visitors from inside a security booth?” a guy asks. His vest, which I learned is called a “cut” says his name is Snake. I really don’t like the way he asked that. He has a smirk on his face, as if he’s shown me up in some way. This prick just doesn’t know I’m the best at what I do. “There will be an intercom, with a camera for the prospects to communicate through from the booth,” I answer with a mirrored smirk. Take that! He quickly loses that smirk when all his club brothers nod their heads in approval.
“You sure all that fits within our budget?” Viper asks. “Yes. Seeing as my brothers look at you all like family, I gave you the family discount.” “Well, looks like the clubhouse is going to be locked up tighter than Fort Knox,” Axel says. He’s an attractive man. He’s about six feet tall with brown skin, chocolate eyes, light scruff on his face, and his black hair is cut short and faded on the sides. “Cara, Sara, I hope you don’t mind, but your brothers told us about your tech skills. We were wondering if you could teach our brother Tech a thing or two?” Viper asks. I scan the table and find the man whose cut reads Tech. He’s definitely a tech nerd. We have a way about us, and we can always spot a fellow nerd. “Stick with me and I’ll teach you the way, grasshopper,” I say with a wink. That earns a few laughs, and Tech blushes. Who would have thought he’s shy?
Which he shouldn’t be, because even with the glasses, he’s still hot—piercing blue eyes, platinum blond hair, cut short on the sides, and long on the top. Yum. My brother clearing his throat next to me breaks me out of my thoughts, and I quickly realize I was caught ogling Tech. All the club brothers are smirking at me, except Viper. He looks like he’s ready to kill someone, Tech in particular. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, you’re not the only one to get caught up in Tech’s good looks,” a guy name Capone says. If I had Sara’s skin complexion, I’m pretty sure I would be beet red right now. “Thanks for teaching me a few things. I know some basic hacking skills but that’s about it,” Tech says, while still blushing. He’s too cute. “Well, by the time I’m done with you, you will be one dangerous prick on the web.” “That’s a little shafty, don’t you think?” Snake sneers.
“Maybe so, but I have every reason to be,” I say with a shrug. Honestly, this guy is rubbing me the wrong way. Being an interrogator for almost two years has taught me a lot about body language and feeding off someone’s emotions. Right now, Snake looks nervous and pissed. I make a mental note, as soon as I get my equipment set up, to look into him. Something isn’t right. He’s the only one who is upset about the new security features. “All right, does anyone else have anything to add?” Viper asks the room. Everyone shakes their head. Viper grabs his gavel and brings it to the table with a bang. “Meeting adjourned.” Everyone starts to exit the room, going off to do whatever it is bikers do. Walking back into my room, I grab a pair of yoga pants and a tank top. I head into the bathroom that’s in my room. I need this shower so badly.
After driving for five hours then the meeting, I want to wash this day away. Once I’m done, I dry off and get dressed. Going through my luggage, I find the special package I brought with me for Chris and Cam. Walking into Sara’s room, I hear her in the bathroom. I’m pretty sure she’s doing the same thing I did. Once she’s out, she quickly spots me and grins when she sees the package in my hand. “Do you have yours?” I ask. She gives me a “duh” look and goes to her luggage. Once she has it, we leave the room in search of our brothers. We find them in the common room. There are a few couches, a bar, three pool tables, and a huge television mounted on the wall. I see the prospect, Bobby, making his way up the hallway, and I quickly stop him. I tell him what I need and ask him if he can get it for me. He tells me yes and leaves. Sara and I head toward the couches where we see Chris and Cam. My heart skips a beat as I see Viper sitting on the couch, but he’s not alone.
A redhead who’s practically undressed, wearing only a white crop top and G-string, is sitting so close to him, she’s almost straddling his lap. “Sis, don’t jump to conclu—” Sara starts to say, but I cut her off. “It’s fine,” I mutter. She knows me. She saw the way I had looked at Viper, so she knows I had my eyes on him. But, he’s a single man, and I have no claim on him. It still hurts though. I take my mind to another place because tonight is about me and my brothers. We haven’t seen each other in six months, and we never go that long without linking up. Tonight will be a night to remember. VIPER Seeing Cara make her way across the common room toward me has my shaft jumping in my jeans. Those yoga pants and tank top show off her curvy figure, and all I can think about is seeing that body without clothes covering up that masterpiece.
Her hair is pulled up into a messy bun, showing off that neck I want to sink my teeth into. “Cam, Chris, we have a package for you.” Sara has a mischievous smirk on her face and Cara’s expression matches hers. I look at Blade and Torch. They both have the biggest smiles on their faces. “Yeah!” Torch shouts, throwing his fist in the air. Just when I’m about to ask what the package is, each of the girls pulls a Ziplock bag full of weed out from behind their backs. All the guys’ mouths drop open, because I’m betting, like me, we would have never pegged the girls to smoke. “You two smoke?” Thor asks bewildered. “Not all the time. It’s kind of a tradition whenever we get together to smoke a joint. But, seeing as it’s more than just Chris and Cam, we figured we would bring a little extra,” Cara says with a smirk. “That’s a bit more than a ‘little extra’ but I ain’t complaining,” Axel says. “Who are Chris and Cam?” Candy asks with a sneer directed at Cara. Ignoring her nasty attitude, I point to the twins. Candy’s mouth drops open, but she quickly jumps right back into being the bimbo she is.
Turning to the twins, she asks, “Why is this bimbo using your government names?” At this point, we all know what Candy is doing, because anybody with eyes can see they are related. Their eyes are identical. There is no mistaking it. Candy has to solidify her place as top bimbo. Normally, we let her do her thing, but not with family. She knows better. Before anyone can check her, Cara is across the room with a blade. I’m not sure where she grabbed it from. She holds it against Candy’s neck. I’m so shocked and turned on, I just watch the scene unfold in front of me. “Look here…” Cara starts. “Candy,” she whimpers while blinking back tears. Cara’s eyes are on fire with rage. This has taken a turn I did not see coming. She was smiling and laughing less than ten seconds ago and now she looks angry enough to slaughter an entire army.
Cara closes her eyes with a breath and when she opens them, the fire I saw is gone. Now she looks even scarier as she smiles menacingly at Candy. “Candy. Stupid name, but whatever. Now, you see, Candy, I’m going to be here for two weeks, and I really don’t want any problems. I will not tolerate disrespect. I will respect you if you respect me, but disrespect me…” Cara pauses with an arched brow, “and I will gut you like a fish, fillet your insides, and feed them to the birds!” Cara sneers. At this point, the clubhouse has gone completely quiet. “Now, are we going to have any problems?” Candy shakes her head no as best she can, with the blade against her neck. After a few seconds of staring Candy down, Cara removes the knife from her neck and puts it back in the sheath on her hip. Major. Turn. On. There’s nothing hotter than a woman who knows her way around a weapon and isn’t scared to use it. This feisty minx is not what I was expecting.
I like the fire I see in her eyes. I like knowing that she can handle her own. Being around an MC, you can’t be timid. We don’t just have enemies, but people are very judgmental. People take one look at our motorcycles and cuts and think we’re just no-good criminals. At one point and time, we were. Candy hurries off the couch, and books it out of the common room. The girls take seats near the coffee table and start working on rolling the joints as if the last five minutes didn’t happen. “Wait a second. Are we just going to act like Cara didn’t pull out a blade and go G.I. Jane on Candy?” Capone asks with humor in his voice. “Look, Capone, it’s like I told Candy. Respect me and I’ll do the same. But come for me and I will annihilate you and will not think twice about it.” Cara shrugs and goes back to rolling the joint. “Well, I thought it was hot. I for one want to know if you’re just as feisty in between the sheets as well.” Thor shoots a wink at Cara and gives her his classic smile that lands him every woman he wants. Women fall at his feet, begging for a chance to be in his bed.
I’ve never fought a club brother over a woman, but for Cara, I will end a prick. Nobody touches her except me. I don’t know what’s happening to me. I’ve never been possessive over a woman, but there’s something about her that I can’t shake. I don’t have the power to resist. “Sorry, Thor, but you’re not my type.” Thor’s mouth drops open because he’s everyone’s type. Women, men, they have all tried to get in Thor’s bed at one point. He looks like Chris Hemsworth’s twin. It’s partially how he got the road name “Thor.” “Not your type? Woman, I’m hot. I could talk a nun out of her panties!” Thor shouts. That just makes the girls laugh like a pair of hyenas. “Nobody said you weren’t good looking, Thor. It’s just you’re a little too pretty for my taste.” Now the guys, including me, are laughing like hyenas. “Too pretty? Do you hear yourself?” Thor is getting his ego stomped on right now. He has never been told no, so he really doesn’t know how to handle this.
“Thor, you’re a very attractive man, but I like my man to look a bit more manly, rough, rugged. I take one look at you, and I think to myself, ‘I wonder what kind of conditioner he uses in his hair?'” The guys are roaring with laughter at this point, because Thor is genuinely confused that the girls aren’t falling for his charm. A part of it has my chest puffing out. The man Cara just described is me. “I’m taking off, guys. I’m going to my room to get some sleep. We all have work tomorrow.” I hear the collective mutters, “Yes, Prez,” as I make my way up the hallway. Candy comes out of nowhere and throws herself at me. “How about I come to your room and make you feel good like I did last night, baby,” she coos. As if I feel eyes on me, I look up to see Cara staring at me. The girl has a poker face, because I can’t gauge how she feels right now.
Before I can remove Candy from my body, Cara turns and walks into her room. Looking down at Candy, I’m fuming. If she just messed up my chances with Cara, I’m going to kick her hip out of my club. “If I wanted you, Candy, I would have come and got you. Don’t touch me unless I ask. Spread the word to the rest of the club bunnies that I’m off-limits.” Candy’s mouth drops open, but still, she gives me a nod. I make my way around her, heading toward my room. Once I’m undressed in bed, I take my shaft into my hand. I’ve been walking around with a raging hard-on all day thanks to the caramel-skin goddess with gold eyes down the hall.
As I start pumping my shaft in my hand, I let my imagination run wild with thoughts of Cara, thinking of her tight private part as I fill her with shaft and tasting that sweet private part. I bet she tastes like cinnamon, just how she smells. Then I have a vision of Cara on her knees with those perfect lips wrapped around my shaft while looking me in my eyes, and that does it. Houston, we have take off. I blow my load all over my stomach. I’ve never orgasmed that hard before, and I haven’t even gotten inside her yet. Grabbing a shirt, I clean myself off and hop in bed. Tomorrow, I’m going to start my plan in making Cara Romano mine. Mark my words. She. Is. Mine.