Page 3 of Marked By Myth

“You know it.”

“Your dad was good to me, Myth. He spoke very highly of you, but he also told me you were wild, reckless.”

“No disrespect, Jameson, but I’m not that twenty-three year old kid anymore. I’ve managed this chapter for fifteen years since he was killed and I’ve never lost anyone.”

Jameson sighed. “You remind me of him, you know. Eager, strong-minded, but a leader, nonetheless. Your men clearly respect you. So if you say you need to cut the head off a few scorpions, I say do it. Call me if you need help. I know there’s a couple of chapters who wouldn’t mind getting their hands dirty.”

I bet they wouldn’t. The Bloody Scorpions were a blight on most Royal Bastards chapters. The fuckers kept multiplying like roaches.

“I hear Creed is coming over from Jacksonville for the funeral.”

“Yeah, his ol’ lady, Devil, was friends with Camo’s ol’ lady, back when she was living here. He called ahead to let me know he’s on his way.”

“Creed’s good. He’ll know how to sort out your problem if you need the extra hand while he’s there.”

“Not a bad idea, Jameson.”

“Keep in touch, let me know if things go south.”

I agreed and ended the phone call with him. Jameson and my father went way back, and it was due to my father saving his life that he was given a chapter here in Sydney. Dad had fallen in love with an Aussie girl and chased her here. Too bad he couldn’t keep his dick in his pants long enough to keep her happy.

Some things were genetic, I guess.

I clicked into my laptop and pulled up the secret folder that held the link to Rox’s apartment feed. The last time I’d done this in a bad mood, I’d become stonier than ever when I saw them making out in the living room of their apartment. I’d had a club girl sucking my cock all night just to tame the beast raging inside of me, the fresh vision of my woman being pleasured by someone who wasn’t me had set something feral inside.

It had taken me days to calm down.

I clicked the link, as the vision of her came to life on the feed, I saw she was reading on her kindle, her legs stretched out in front of her, fluffy socks on her feet and a wine in her hand.

Perfection.

She’d gotten a few more tattoos on her legs from what I’d seen in the feed, but I couldn’t make out what they were.

My cock was hard as stone as I watched her smile at her kindle, and I had every indication that she was reading one of those smutty scenes the women in the clubhouse went wild for. The thought of her getting wet and ready had my cock rising to the occasion. It didn’t take much to get me hard for my Rox.

Fuck.

A knock on my office door had me minimising the screen and muting the laptop, to look up at one of the club girls smiling over at me.

“Need anything, Prez?” she asked. She was young, probably hadn’t been here long and still had the grandeur idea of thinking she could turn my head and I’d have her in my bed. Most of the girls had tried, time and time again, but they all got used to it eventually.

She’d be no different.

“Yeah,” I husked out. “Come here and take care of my cock.”

Her eyes lit up as she moved into the office, closing the door behind her, before she rounded my desk.

“Knees. Mouth open.”

She did as I requested, moving in between the desk and me, her mouth open and willing, as I undid my belt and pulled my rock hard cock out, just as I pushed myself into her eager mouth, and maximised the screen behind her head again.

I was right. Rox had drained her wine glass and now had her hand down her pants, pleasuring herself. Fuck, I wanted to be there, between her legs. It had been so long I’d forgotten what she tasted like.

But not what she sounded like.

My eyes were glued on her as I pushed on the club girl’s head, keeping my cock in her throat as I thrust further into her mouth. She gagged, her hands pushing up on my thighs so she could pull away, but I fucked her mouth with fervour, looking for the finish I so desperately needed.

Rox was close. Her body stiffening as she brought her climax forth. My balls were drawing up, just as I heard the little slut’s squeak around my cock, surprised at my brutality. I couldn’t remember if she’d sucked my cock before, but this was how it was with me. You came here to do a job, I expected it done, and quickly.