Blended With Pain Novel – My biker was absent from my abortion, so I rushed to his club to confront him. However, the scene before me broke my heart and brought tears to my eyes. Ace, my Ace was sitting on the couch with a club hooker kneeling before him, licking his shaft and balls like a lolipop. “Yes, just like that! Deep throat your VP, bimbo.” He tangled his fingers in her hair, guiding her head back and forth. It hit me like a sledgehammer—my head started to spin. “Oh god…you’re a fuckin’ animal,” the girl panted and spat out his semen. “Maybe we should do 69; then you can lick my puss…” I couldn’t bear it anymore. “Ace!” I yelled, my voice echoing in the room. My heart raced, anger boiling in my veins. How could he do this to me?
CARSON FIVE YEARS AGO Texas is hot.Definitely nothing like North Dakota, but this is where my sister, Sadie, wants to live. She wanted to run away from it all, specifically from her boyfriend, Ace. I don’t understand why she would want to leave Ace. He’s gorgeous, dark blond hair, blue eyes, and tattoos. He also rides a motorcycle. Everything about Ace is hot. I’m envious of my sister when it comes to having a guy that good looking at her side. Though, I’d probably never tell her that, instead, I’ll quietly watch him, and hope that one day someone as good looking and nice wants me the same way. At eighteen, I don’t get much say in where we live though. So when she said we were leaving, I packed my things. Nowhere, Texas is where she wants to go, so that’s where I follow. I’ll always follow Sadie. She’s the only real family I have. “You know he’s going to find you,” I point out, wiping the sweat from my forehead. Sadie looks over at me and shrugs, giving me a coy smile. “I’m sure he will,” she purrs. “Why do you do this to him? It’s mean playing games like this,” I sigh.
That’s Sadie though, she’s a game player, always has been. She is the bad girl sister to my extremely good girl sister personality. She is always doing drugs, having intercourse, and running around with the wrong crowds. I don’t do anything, not even drink. I’m too scared to get into trouble. Sadie’s older than me by five years, and more of a mother to me than our actual mother. She’s the only family I really have, and although she isn’t perfect, who is? I was so happy when she started seeing Ace. He’s one of those guys who looks like a bad boy, and probably is when he’s out with his buddies, but he takes care of Sadie. He keeps her clean and I think she’s really happy with him. I love them together and want him to be my brother-in-law someday. She’s a happier person and a better sister since she’s been with him. However, Sadie is Sadie and can’t just soak up her happiness. She just had to go and rock the boat, every time. I was already sick of her things before she suggested we move to Texas. Now being halfway across the country, just to play a game, I’m over it, and her. “You’ll learn one day, Carson, you’ll learn that to keep them interested you have to play cat and mouse with them.
Every other woman out there has the same puss as you. These guys can get that anywhere, yours isn’t anything special. So to keep them coming back for more, you have to play the game,” she winks. It only takes Ace three days after we arrive in Texas to find us. I watch from the sidelines, as always when he finally lays eyes on her. His face sets hard and turns an unnatural shade of red. “I’m done with you,” he growls. Sadie smiles, using her arms to press her boobs together and looks up at him, seemingly innocent. “C’mon Ace, it’s all for fun,” she giggles. He lifts his hand in the air, his eyes finding mine and gives me a small wave. “Sorry, kid. I’m outta here. You ever need help, don’t hesitate to call me,” he says directly to me. I watch as Sadie reaches for his arm, he shrugs out of her grasp. “But you, Sadie. You don’t fuckin’ call me. Not ever again. I am done with you physco.” I watched him turn away that day. We never saw him again. Sadie didn’t know it at the time, but she was pregnant with his baby. I threatened to call him, to tell him, but she made me swear I never would.
Against my better judgment, I never contacted him. I should have. I should have picked up the phone and called him immediately. Less than a year later a screaming baby enters my world. The second I held him in my arms I knew he was special. I knew he was going to change my entire life. I named him Axe. A tribute after his father. Sadie was almost comatose when he was born. She told me to take care of everything, including his name and birth certificate A few weeks later, Sadie OD’d when Axe was only a month old. I picked up the phone a dozen times to call Ace, to let him know that Sadie was gone and that he had a child. One time I actually did get brave enough to call him. He answered but there was a party in the background, I heard a girl calling him baby, and I hung up. He’d moved on, he was probably blissfully happy, and I didn’t want to ruin his life, I didn’t want Sadie’s screwed up games to ruin him even in her death. Not that I thought a baby would ruin his life.
Axe was innocent in all of it, but I didn’t want Ace to harbor resentments, to feel… I don’t know. I decided to stay in Texas with Axe, in the small town that Sadie moved us to a year before. Marble Falls was just off the highway, a vacation place that most people just passed through. My mother was gone, Sadie was gone, but I had Axe, and I was bound and determined to do right by him. I had a plan, and I was going to make sure he grew into a good man. I wasn’t going to let him be anything but successful in this life, even if I had to work my fingers to the bone doing it. He deserved to have it good, for all of the hardships he suffered as an infant, and the roller coaster life I had myself, I was going to make sure his world was always stable. ONE YEAR LATER KEYS The phone ringsjust as the bimbo on her knees takes my shaft deep in her mouth. Whatever her name, didn’t matter, this bimbo could deepthroat and that felt amazing. “Hello,” I growl into the phone. It’s silent and I wait a beat, a feeling coming from my gut that it’s more than a misdialed number.
The bimbo between my legs lifts her head. “Baby,” she purrs. I hear a click on the line and I look down. Deciding that I’ll look up the number that called me later, I drop my chin down to my lap. The bimbo opens her mouth and takes me inside again. she’s good. I hope my club keeps her around for her oral talent alone. Wrapping my fingers in her hair, I guide her along my shaft at the rhythm I want. It doesn’t take me long before my head falls back and I’m emptying my balls down her throat. “Oh god,” she breathes once I release her. Tucking my shaft back in my pants, I rearrange myself and give her a smirk. “Go to the bar, get me a beer, yeah?” She stands, swaying her round hip as she does what I demand. I dig my phone out of my pocket and look up the number that just hung up on me. I don’t recognize the area code, it’s definitely not from around here. Frowning, I hop online to look up the area code. There’s still that feeling in my gut that that call means something. There’s a scream from somewhere in the room, then I hear the sound of a gun firing. Dropping to my knees, my phone flies out of my hand just as chaos explodes around me. We’re being attacked. Goddammit. Pulling my gun out of my waistband, I fire back at the jerks who have infiltrated our club. This is not how I saw tonight going. It takes a good fifteen minutes before the gunfire ceases. Our clubhouse is a mess, debris is everywhere and when I go back to my phone, someone has trampled it and it’s in pieces. “Who’s he?” I growl, looking over to my president.
His eyes are narrowed and staring at a body lying limp on the ground. “He was the VP before you prospected. He wanted the club to go in a direction that nobody else agreed on. He left, but I should have killed him, I shouldn’t have let him walk away free,” he grunts. “That’s a long time to harbor garbage and just come back now,” I point out. My president shakes his head. “Dope, man, he was addicted to meth bad, when I kicked him out. Probably ran completely out of money, and options. Figured he’d come back here and start things, maybe get in and rob us. Who knows, can’t rationalize with a meth head.”
His words ring truer than he realizes. They remind me of my girlfriend, of the woman I contemplated making my Old Lady, Sadie. She couldn’t kick the habit, couldn’t stay off of the trouble. No matter that her little sister, Carson, depended on her. No matter how many times I cleaned her mess. She couldn’t stay clean. I hated abandoning Carson the way I did. Walking away from both of them without even looking back. I couldn’t be with Sadie anymore, I couldn’t keep playing her crazy mind games. A vision of Carson flashes in my mind. Long and lanky, zero curves with shoulder length blonde hair. She was a pretty kid, with the promise to be a knockout once her long lean body filled out. I hope she didn’t take the path Sadie did, I hope to God she got away from that sinking ship of a sister.