The Enforcer's Sin: Stolen By My Father's Best Friend

"Yeah, suck on it like that."

"Yeah," I nod like a needy little slut, spitting so that the saliva glides down his wrist to his forearms before my suction on it tightens.

"Didn't realize you could suck so good, Lottie. Suck it real nice and I just might bless you with my cock tonight. How's that sound?"

"Good, daddy." I moan.

"I ain't your daddy, Lottie. Your daddy's in the other room."

"But you're my daddy in the bedroom..."

I immediately feel a tap on my shoulders that brings me back to reality.

Fuck this shit.

"Lottie, your boyfriend has been saying nothing but good things about you. Don't you have anything good to say about him in this celebration mood?" My mother asks, the question forcing a broad smile on my lips.

Apparently, my father thought it was a good idea to throw me a graduation party at the clubhouse-half of the members do not care that I graduated. They're likely here because my father is the President of Iron Disciples Motorcycle Club, and his instructions are second to none.

"Yeah, get on the damn stage and say good things about him, Lottie." My father instructs and my smile grows even wider.

My eyes dart around as everyone gives a round of applause. Everyone except...him.

He's at the bar, a cigarette in his hand while he entertains a sweet butt as she rubs her big breasts against his arm, cracking a joke I know isn't even funny.

I get up and head to the front where my boyfriend, Alex is standing on a chair.

"Babe, you're so cute." I smile.

"I love you." He mouths.

He has told me those three letter words one-too-many times. I've reacted the same way to it all the time. Today, why does it feel so...different. Not with him seated on the barstool not too far away from us, not giving a fuck why everyone is gathered here.

The only reason he's here is because of the club rules.

He should have climbed up in rankings and become Vice President. Second to my father, but he's recently moved back to Iron Ridge after a very messy divorce. He was gone for three years, and so, he was given the position of Enforcer. He's doesn't look too happy about it, but it was either Enforcer or nothing. Knowing him, he'll work his ass off to get back to that Vice President position.

My eyes dart back to him, and now, his inked fingers are wrapped around a glass of cold bear as he nods to what the old sweet butt is saying.

I should be focused on this celebration. Today is all about me, but apparently, my attention is wrapped around him.

My father's best friend.

A man that I should never imagine having anything to do with.

Cade Vermouth.

"So, as everyone knows, Alex and I met in College. I was in my second year and he in his third. I was a bitch and he was still so sweet to me." Everyone bursts out laughing. Except for Cade.

Apparently, the blonde woman whose aim is mainly to get fucked tonight is funnier than I am. Yeah, you wish.

"While I was so rude to him, he was the best man ever. I grudgingly gave him my number with zero plans to return his calls and texts, but here we are two years after. I can't for sure say I've met the love of my life." I grin, placing my hand on my hip while I turn around, looking at everyone.

Tears fall down my mother's eyes as she pouts. The funny thing about this is that it's quite similar to how she met my father. The same settings and all. She was more stubborn than I was, but my father never relented. He saw what he wanted and went for it.

My gaze moves to him again, and this time around, she is now seated on his lap. I catch her unbuttoning the top button of her shirt, giving him more access to her titties. She shakes them in his face, smiling. Cade, in the other hand looks uninterested in the goods she's showing him. As though he's seen a thousand titties and so, some desperate lady's big ones have zero effect on him.

I mean, hearing his story, you'd know he's genuinely done with women. Not after what his ex-wife put him through.

I felt some form of pity for him while mum and I discussed and she told me about it shortly before I came home. It was a messy case.

I watch as his hand slides up her jeans. He unhooks it and his fingers disappear into them. With his other hand, he takes a sip of his beer. Then, finally, his gaze lands on mine. We hold eye-contact for a total of two seconds before he tears his gaze away as he focuses on what he's doing to the sweet butt having her way with him.

"Lottie, we have told everyone our story. We have told everyone how we met. They know how is started, but now, how does it end?" Alex asks, getting down from the chair he's standing on.

"We all wanna know, Alex. You tell us." My grandfather yells and I can't help but actually burst out laughing.

"You gotta be patient, grandpa." Alex yells and the whole clubhouse erupts in laughter. That was funny, I'm not even going to lie.

"Lottie," he walks close to me. "From the day I set my eyes on you, I knew you were something special. So special I couldn't let you out of my sight because I needed to get to know you better. Curiosity killed the cat, they say, but I will rather die trying to build this than being alive and pondering on the what-ifs." He pauses, and I have to admit that this is so romantic.

My eye shift to him, and by now, the blonde is shaking on his legs, her face contorted and her lips forming an 'O' shape like she's about to cum.

"Lottie Melissa King," he continues, going down on his knees as he brings out a black box. This is the part where I start crying because I'm about to have my happily-ever-after. My knight in shining armor is about to make me his. It's a moment that calls for celebration. I should be feeling all the feels right now. My hands should be shaking and I should be a sweaty mess.

Only, I'm not.

"Will you make me the happiest man on earth and spend the rest of your beautiful life with me?" He quizzes and the whole bar goes noisy. I should want to see my parent's reactions.

I should want to hug my mother and cry with her, but the first person my gaze lands on is him. He stares at the engagement ring Alex is holding out while on his knees, and he stares at me. Is that...disgust I see in his eyes?

I try to communicate with my eyes, but his gaze leaves mine again as though I'm a fly on the wall that should be ignored.

"Lottie," Alex calls.

I'm just noticing that I'm keeping everyone in suspense.

And so, with the biggest smile on my face, I shout "Yes, I will marry you Alex Spencer!"and the whole club house goes crazy.

Alex slides the ring on my finger, getting up to press his forehead against mine while he whispers some shit into my ear. That romantic stuff couples do when they are having a moment.

He's telling me stuff, but I'm nodding. Nodding like I understand him.

All the while, I'm looking for Cade.

He's disappeared into the crowd with the sweet butt.

"Babe,"Alex tips my chin up.

"Huh?" I ask, absentmindedly, and he presses his lips against mine.

"Babe," I tear my lips from Alex, gently shoving him away.

Our lips have been locked for about five minutes, and quite frankly, I'm exhausted. The makeout session was hot and whatever, but I need to leave.

"Where are you going?" He asks me, holding my hand like he does not want me to go.

"I need to pee. I had so much beer to drink."

"Come on, Lottie. You didn't have as much to drink as me and I don't feel like peeing."

"Alex, that's why our bodies are different. Now, if you don't let me go, I'll disgrace you and pee all over the floors. I'm sure you don't want that." I smile at him and he finally lets me go.

I make a beeline for the corridors, but I don't make it through without getting hugs from different strangers.

"Honey, you have to start having his babies as soon as you get married. Men of nowadays do not like to wait." Gemma, an old lady and the wife of Conan Reed, the Vice President of Iron Disciples tells me and I nod, smiling at her. Gemma has always been sweet to me, but today is just not the day.

I finally slip into the corridors. I look around, anger and jealousy coursing through my veins as I think about what he'll be doing to her by now.

I'm guessing he has a hand wrapped around her throat while he gives her back shots from behind. My goodness, I'm so jealous.

The truth of the matter is that I never really cared for Cade Vermouth while growing up. He was like an uncle to me. He filled in the roles of a father.

I never really noticed him. Not until I was going to college.

It was then I noticed that he was dangerously handsome with ink all over his body. By then, I caught myself staring too long.

I was eighteen and he was thirty-two, ready to say I do at the altar to the love of his life. He was so whipped on her. By then, I knew it was too late. I was happy about one thing, though. The fact that by the time I returned home from college, he'd be with her and I wouldn't have to deal with his handsome face because Cade was always lurking around.

When I heard that he was divorced and back in town, I was shocked, but seeing him at the clubhouse with the Iron Disciples cut, it sunk in my head then that he was here to stay and his presence was one I would have to deal.

Maybe I wouldn't feel so bad if he hadn't looked at me like I was shit.

I got back to Iron Ridge yesterday. I saw him a few times, and he'd barely spared me a glance. He didn't even congratulate me.

A chatter in one of the rooms makes me snap back to reality. I bend, trying to eavesdrop on the conversation. A minute later and I can barely make out what they are saying. Worse off because it isn't even Cade. It's most likely an up and coming biker, trying to have his way with one of the sweet butts who showed up tonight.

I tear away from the door, looking everywhere.

It hasn't been that long since he left. I doubt he would have gone that far.

What if he's taken her to a motel, paid some money and is currently fucking her senseless? No, he wouldn't do that.

I shake my head because I can't fathom the thought of Cade doing that.

I step out into the night, and that's when I find him.

He's leaning against the wall, a cigarette in his mouth, the smoke swirling around until it disappears.

The blonde who was trying to move to him is nowhere to be found.

Now, Cade gives off big dick energy and I doubt he would be done with her so quickly. He most likely dismissed her.

I should not care about my father's best friend's sexual life, but the fact that he did not fuck her tonight makes me so happy.

"This is your second cigarette for the night. Uncle Cade, I think you should take it easy, you know." I smile at him, going to stand next to him and leaning against the wall.

"I think you should mind your business, Lottie and stop worrying about grown people's business." He sucks on the cigarette before puffing some smoke.

"Well, I'm just concerned. Cancer's very expensive to treat and you can get cancer from smoking too much."

"Why are you worrying about me? Does your college boy fiance not give you enough to worry about. Also, don't you have a wedding to plan?" He asks, not even bothering to look at me, and I feel as though I've done something wrong.

"A wedding you haven't congratulated me for, Uncle Cade. Did I do something wrong. It's still your Lottie from years back. I just got older." I grin as though it would magically change everything.

He slides his left leg from where it is craned against the wall, walks up to my space, his six feet three inches frame towering over my five foot something one, and he looks into my eyes.

In that moment, I'm thinking.

Lottie, pull him into one of the rooms and seduce him. You'll finally get what you've fantasized about for years.

Why don't you go on your tiptoes and kiss him.

I'm brought back to reality when he smoke over my head. I hold my breath, but eventually, I give in and begin to choke.

Still, he doesn't step aside.

"You're transparent as glass, Lottie, and I know what you came here looking for. You better go back to your little fiance before you see something that will give you nightmares for the rest of your life." He spits and I freeze, swallowing a lump that forms in my throat.

"I didn't. I-I-I..." I pause, looking into Cade's eyes.

He reaches out, places his hand on my hand, his fingers touching my engagement ring.

He flicks the diamond there, shaking his head in utter disgust.

"Cheap glass for a cheap promise." He mutters, and then walks away, leaving me trembling and humiliated in the dark.

The crowd at the clubhouse had finally thinned out, and everywhere is silent.

Too silent.

The family house is an hour from here, and Dad's not willing to take the trip since everyone is exhausted from the celebration today.

Most of the bikers are spending the night at the clubhouse while some booked reservations at nearby motels.

As for Alex and I, we're stuck here for the time being.

I'm exhausted. Damn too exhausted to think about anything.

Alex was supposed to come to bed with me, but he decided to chill out with the other bikers downstairs, sweet talking me into going to sleep.

Initially, I fought against it, but right now, I can't be gladder.

I need this time to myself.

Alex has been all up in my space for as long as I can remember, and I've not been able to do something as simple as think on my own. I get it that he loves me and all, but sometimes, a girl just needs her personal space.

I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling while I think about everything that happened today.

All of a sudden, an image of Cade flashes through my retinas.

Not again.

I can't think about him after our little encounter some hours back.

I stare at the ceiling again, trying my hardest to distract myself into thinking that the crush I had on him while growing up is something that I've outgrown. I mean, I have Alex. A fiance who loves me so much.

I toss and turn around the bed for almost an hour and all I'm thinking about is Cade.

Cade kissing me.

Cade pinning me against the wall while he whispers nasty things into my ear.

'That's it, you nasty slut.'

'Come on, cum for me. I wanna see the face you make.'

'I'll take out my cock right now, and you'll be a good girl for me. You'll go down on your knees and you'll suck it. Is that clear.'

Fuck me.

I wish Alex could be the way that I want in bed.

He's literally the perfect fiance on paper. More than I can ever wish for, but he's just lacking in the bedroom department.

I dip my hand into my shirt, massaging my breast and twisting the nipples. Arousal pools in my core.

That's it.

Maybe when I touch myself like the way he touched that sweet butt during my celebration, I'll cum and the image of him will be wiped off my memory forever.

Yeah, that's it.

My hands find their way down until they disappear into the band of my flannel pants.

I'm not wearing panties, and that makes it easier for me to find my channel.

I squeeze, my lips parting open as my breathing becomes heavy.

Fuck.

I roll my clit between my fingers, pinching my nipple because I'm desperate for some friction. I need something. Anything.

I slide two fingers in, pumping in and out. The wet sounds of me finger-fucking myself to Uncle Cade turn me on even more, and before I know it, I reach a climax the way I've never done before.

Panting, I wipe my fingers clean, and throw the covers over my body, ready to fall asleep.

'Come on, Lottie. Is that all you've got? Give it to me.'

My eyelids snap open as I sit up straight.

Another dream of him doing crazy things to me.

I'm hot and sweaty.

At this point, I need a fucking shower.

It's 3:00 AM and I need some sleep if I plan on getting up early tomorrow.

Getting out of bed, I grab my towel and head down the stairs to the communal club showers.

Everywhere's silent, and I don't want to cause a scene.

I push open the door to the first stall, and I see that it's locked.

I head to the next one, pushing the heavy door open.

My mouth drops open because I find the most fascinating thing standing on the other side of the door.

Steam billows out from the stall, inked back facing me as water trickles down the powerhouse of a body.

My brain literally freezes as I'm too stunned to speak. I stand there, vibrating like a fucking lost puppy, my lips trembling.

A reasonable person is supposed to shut the door, and walk away.

Me? I don't do that.

I stand there as though I expect something else to happen.

Just when my brain has decided to function and I want to move my legs, he turns around, giving me a full front view of everything I've been dreaming of and my goodness!

Cade doesn't scramble to cover up. Rather, he slowly wipes the water off his face while I stand there, looking at... everything.

There are so many places to feed my eyes too. I don't know where to fixate on. It feels like a taboo, and at the same time, it feels like an engagement treat.

I'm getting shown what I've always wanted, but I can never have because I'm now tied to Alex.

My gaze lingers on his broad chest before they go down to his six-pack, and then, his Apollo's belt and then his... My goodness.

Are those piercings down there?

Fuck my life.

Cade is everything Alex will never be.

I swallow the imaginary lump that forms in my throat twice because it's about time to start speaking.

There has to be a reason I'm here, right?

Otherwise, Cade will think I'm stalking him.

"Like what you see, Lottie?" He asks, leaning over the tiles while I stand there, absolutely speechless.

"I...."

"Or do you need a closer look so that you can compare notes with your college boy fiance?" He says, and I swear, there's no expression on his face. How can someone be such an asshole and be a proud one.

I give myself a final peek of his naked form, knowing full well that whatever attraction I have for him dies in my mind. It cannot go past fantasy. He's too big of an asshole to let him ruin my life.

I shake my head, slamming the stall door shut before angrily walking back to my room.