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  Warning: This contains sexual and explicit content that is not intended for those under the age of 18. This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblances to actual event, locales, or person living or dead are coincidental.

  Lick

  Copyright © 2017

  Kindle Edition

  By: Torrie Robles

  Editing by: Jennifer Roberts-Hall

  Photograph by: Eric Battershell Photography

  Cover Model: Burton Hughes

  Cover Design: Judi Perkins with Concierge Literary Designs & Photography

  Due to certain content, some situations may not be suitable for all readers. Possible triggers for domestic abuse, child abuse, and graphic violence are found within the story.

  Please be advised.

  CONTENTS

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Warning

  Acknowledgements

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Chapter Thirty

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  Chapter Thirty-Four

  Chapter Thirty-Five

  Chapter Thirty-Six

  Chapter Thirty-Seven

  Chapter Thirty-Eight

  Chapter Thirty-Nine

  Chapter Forty

  Chapter Forty-One

  Chapter Forty-Two

  Chapter Forty-Three

  Chapter Forty-Four

  Chapter Forty-Five

  Chapter Forty-Six

  Chapter Forty-Seven

  Chapter Forty-Eight

  Chapter Forty-Nine

  Chapter Fifty

  Chapter Fifty-One

  Chapter Fifty-Two

  Chapter Fifty-Three

  Chapter Fifty-Four

  Chapter Fifty-Five

  Chapter Fifty-Six

  Chapter Fifty-Seven

  Chapter Fifty-Eight

  Chapter Fifty-Nine

  Chapter Sixty

  Chapter Sixty-One

  Chapter Sixty-Two

  Chapter Sixty-Three

  Chapter Sixty-Four

  Chapter Sixty-Five

  Chapter Sixty-Six

  Chapter Sixty-Seven

  Chapter Sixty-Eight

  Chapter Sixty-Nine

  Chapter Seventy

  Epilogue

  You’d think writing ninety-seven thousand words would be the most difficult part of the book writing process, but you’d be wrong. Besides the evil that’s called a blurb, I feel that the acknowledgement section runs a close second. Who do you thank? Who do you not thank?

  So many people to thank, and so little space to thank them.

  Support is huge in the indie community from both the authors and the readers. If we didn’t have the support, then we wouldn’t be able to achieve our dreams. Over the past two years or so, I’ve had the support of someone who has become one of the most important people in my life: my very own Jenni.

  Jenni ~ I try to tell you on a daily basis that I love you—that I big dog love you. Not a day goes by where I don’t thank my lucky stars that you came into my life. You’ve given me so much, and you’ve helped me in more ways that I can count. I feel like I take more than I give in this friendship, but I’ll spend from now until forever trying to give you more (even if I have to send you peppermint patties once a week). Thank you for helping me make Lick come to life. For giving him grit when he needed it, and for making him keep his trap closed when he didn’t need to say too much. Thank you for helping me give Jenni her sass, and especially for allowing me to share your Goober. I love you, girl, more than you’ll ever know.

  Gillian Jones ~ Man… You, my dear, are freaking awesome. You’re a real-life gem. Thank you for helping me with Lick. Thank you for taking the time away from your own books to help me when I’ve needed it. Thank you for answering all the incessant questions. You are a prime example of how authors should be treating each other. I’m in awe of your generosity and your heart when it comes to this business and our shared passion. And most of all, thank you for giving me your friendship. I’m definitely proud to look up to you.

  Jennifer Lessard ~ You’ve been by my side from the beginning (pretty much). You’ve helped me in more ways that you’ll ever know. I’ll never be able to repay you for all the time and support you’ve given me and my books. Your ability to get my name and my stories out there amazes me. I’m lucky to have you in my corner. Thank you for always loving my words and thank you for your genuine friendship. I couldn’t have done half of this without you.

  Jennifer Roberts-Hall ~ Thank you for taking me on as your client. Thank you for making Lick shine and for allowing me to make sure that he’s in the best state he can be. Thank you for taking your job seriously—for taking me seriously.

  Thank you to all the bloggers who took the time to read both SIN and Lick. Thank you for sharing my work. Thank you for those who beta read for me. Reading your initial thoughts made me so happy. Now let’s hope the rest of the world falls in love with Lick like you all have.

  Lick, age 25

  It’s over.

  It’s finally fucking over.

  The stench of urine permeates the air, and the room reeks of death. The stink burns my nose, making my eyes water. Gray, ashen skin. Lifeless, unresponsive eyes. I don’t have to see her to know that my mother is nothing more than a soulless corpse. Fuck, she was soulless when she was still fucking breathing. Now all I see is a fucked-up bitch who drove her husband to murder and then dragged her two children down the rabbit hole with her. I would have given Lucifer himself my soul if it meant I wouldn’t have had to live the hell I experienced the moment they cuffed my father and hauled his ass away.

  Looking down on the piece of shit who gave me life, I wonder at what point she finally decided her high was more important than my sister or me. The needle is still hanging from her fucking arm, foam dried at the corners of her mouth. What a fucking way to go.

  Stupid bitch.

  Mothers are supposed to be there for their children; be the rock a child needs so many times throughout their life. Encouraging words should flow from their mouths, not spewed words of contempt. A child needs to feel the nurturing hand pushing them along. Guiding them. Making sure they become the best person they can be. Not having fingers pointed at them, telling them what a shitty kid they turned out to be.

  Mothers are the foundation. Their love is supposed to build their children up, make them feel as if they can do anything. A mother’s arms should always be open, ready to catch their child when they fall. At least that’s what I hear.

  I wouldn’t know any of that shit.

  In the end, she was still a woman, and all women d
o is fucking use their beauty and their willingness to spread their legs to get what they want. Women are selfish fucking creatures. I learned that a long time ago. Women think they can work me to get what they want. Well, two can play at that game. They ain’t got nothing I want.

  Fuck ’em.

  Yeah, fuck ’em. Why the fuck not? They never thought twice about fucking me.

  “Do you have to look down my shirt?”

  I fucking love getting under her skin. She has fantastic fucking tits. They’re more than a mouthful, so much more, and my mouth waters at the thought of taking her sweet tits in my mouth. I bet my dick would feel fantastic between ’em as I fucked ’em.

  “You know you love me checking out the merchandise, Sugar Tits. Why else would you wear shit like that?”

  “One, it’s called a shirt. Two, I’m wearing it because I’m hot. And three, because I’m—”

  “It’s barely sixty today. There ain’t no way in hell it’s because you’re hot. You like struttin’ around here.”

  “Oh sweet baby Jesus, you’re flipping unbelievable.” She shakes her head. “Make yourself useful and blow up some more balloons.” She pushes a plastic bag of pink and white balloons at my chest. “They should be home soon, and I want this place decked out for the princess’s arrival.”

  It’s been five months since Jenni showed up at the compound. Five fucking months of her swinging her tits and ass around. Me and the guys are constantly adjusting our junk—it’s not even funny. She walks around here like it’s no big deal while the rest of us are constantly at half-mast. The thing is, Jenni’s different. Different from any other bitch I’ve ever met. Those big brown eyes seem to be full of truth. She’s too honest to calculate shit, so what you see is what you get. From her head of wild curly brown hair, down to her rockin’ body, she’s the whole fucking package.

  It’s really fucking with my head.

  I’ve been watching her, spending as much time as I can with her to try to prove myself wrong. I’ve been waiting for her to mess up. To show me her true colors. To support my beliefs that women are good for one thing, and that’s to keep your dick warm and wet, but I ain’t found nothing that tells me she’s like the rest.

  “I’m not interested.”

  I hear Jenni’s voice coming from the alleyway on the side of the shop. She’s been helping around the shop here and there while Savannah spends her time getting things ready for when Grace arrives. It’s not supposed to be for months, but Sin has been adamant that Savannah gets enough rest.

  Rounding the corner, I see a couple of customers towering over Jenni. One fucker has his hands on her waist, fingers digging into her flesh, while the other stands back with a smirk on his face.

  “Come on, baby. A bangin’ body like yours—I’m sure you’ve got a line of dicks a mile long just begging for a piece.”

  “Yeah, sweetness, don’t tell me you’re not looking for some action when you’re shaking your tits waiting for the next guy to take his shot. Bitches like you know how to get us worked up.”

  The second fucker’s words grate across my skin. It takes everything in me not to make my move and shut these bastards down, but I wanna see how this plays out. I need to see how she reacts to what these fuckers are offering. I need her to show me that she isn’t as sweet as she portrays herself to be. Someone as sweet and pure as Jenni can’t be real.

  “I said no for crying out loud!” She grunts as she tries to push the dude off of her.

  “I bet I can change your mind.” He pulls her closer, making her body slam into his. The other fucker laughs.

  I’ve seen and heard enough.

  Barreling towards them, I reach out, tearing Jenni from his grasp. “Who the fuck do you think you are?” I seethe.

  The fucker stumbles back a bit, losing his grip on Jenni. “Doesn’t fucking matter who I am. Me and the lady were busy.” He flicks his hands, dismissing me.

  Busy? He’s fucking lucky I don’t rip his fucking dick off. Then we’d see how busy he can be.

  I draw my fist, hitting him square in the jaw. His head snaps back, making his body crumble to the floor.

  “What the fuck?” Dipshit number two says.

  “Fuck man, that wasn’t even my good hand. Your friend here is a pansy-ass piece of shit.” I push my boot into the fucker’s leg. “Have you forgotten where you are? Get the fuck up and off Fury ground. If I see either of you around here again…”

  “Got it, man.” The fucker squats down to pull his friend to his feet. “Bitches just ain’t worth it.”

  As soon as we step through the back door of the shop, Jenni launches herself at me, her body shuddering as she cries. “Th-Thank you so much.”

  Wrapping my arms around her tiny frame, I almost engulf her. Fuck I want nothing more than to protect her, but in the end, I’m sure someone will need to protect her from me.

  Yeah, she’s far too good for me, and way too precious for this place.

  “I ain’t got no clue why you think we need to deck out this house in all this frilly shit anyway. That baby’s not gonna know what we’re doing for her. She ain’t gonna be crying in her Cheerios because we don’t blow up some fucking balloons.”

  She throws her hands on her waist and pops her hip. “Because, Tylan, I’m Savannah’s best friend and that little girl is my niece. I will raise h-e-double hockey sticks to make sure everything is perfect for her. Balloons included.”

  Her inability to use actual cuss words is sexy as fuck. I never thought I’d like the innocent act, but damn if it doesn’t work for her.

  “I wish you guys would just fuck already,” Hawk says as he walks by. I cock an eyebrow at him.

  “I thought I was saving myself for you?” Jenni taunts him.

  Hawk stops and turns back. “Hell, baby, all you gotta do is say the word, and we’ll ditch this party and make one of our own.”

  “Step the fuck off, Hawk,” I warn. I know the kid is messing with me, but still.

  “Touchy, touchy. No need to get your panties in a twist, man. I’m only messing with ya.” He gives Jenni a wink and saunters away.

  I turn around to look at Jenni, giggling to herself. “What?”

  “Nothing, Tylan.”

  “Why do you insist on using that name?”

  “Why do you insist on looking down my shirt every chance you get?”

  “Because I can.”

  “Exactly. Now use the hot air you’re full of and get these darn balloons blown up.”

  She turns on her heels and marches her fine ass back into the house. She knows she doesn’t have to look back to see that I’m doing what she told me to do. Every time that woman opens her mouth, my body follows her every command. I can’t fucking stand it, but I’m in no hurry to change it.

  I would never admit it to any of these fuckers around here, but I knew the moment I watched her exit that taxi that I was fucked…

  “Who the fuck is that?” I ask myself as the shortest fucking thing I’ve ever seen slams the door to a Yellow Checker Cab. I didn’t even know that company was still in business.

  Crossing my arms over my chest, I watch her curvy little body make its way towards me. With a pull-behind suitcase in one hand and a fucking fluff ball in the other, she trots herself up the drive wearing nothing but some short as fuck cut off jean shorts, brown cowboy boots, and a bright purple tank. The taxi driver, who is gracious enough to pull her shit out of the trunk, stands behind her, adjusting his fucking dick as her ass sashays up the dirt path to the front of our clubhouse.

  “Who the fuck are you?” I shout before she gets too close.

  My voice startles her, and her steps seem to stumble, but she doesn’t answer as she continues her pursuit. I don’t know who this chick is, but she don’t fucking belong here. That’s for damn sure.

  She stops at the bottom steps to adjust the handle in her hand and the dog in her arm before taking a deep breath. Lifting her head, her eyes squint a bit. I can see that she’s taking me
in, but there’s no fear in her eyes. No judgment, no fucking ulterior motive, she’s just looking at me. Never in my life have I had a bitch just look at me and see me for who I am.

  It doesn’t settle well.

  “Hi,” she says with a smile that’s fucking bright and pure. It’s been years since I’ve seen a smile that’s just that—a smile. “I’m Jenni. I’m a friend of Savannah’s—”

  I cut her off because there’s no reason for her to continue. “Don’t give a fuck who you are or who you think you’re here for. This here is an MC club.”

  “I know.”

  “Well, then you’ll know that no bitches are here other than the ones who are full of cock, and if they’re full of cock, then they ain’t got no names worth remembering.”

  She has no reaction to my words not even so much as a twitch. “I was told that Savannah Ray was here. Her parents told me–”

  “Again, don’t give a fuck.” Not sure who this bitch is or if that mother fucker Redding sent her here, but there’s no way she’s getting near Sin or his woman. Not on my fucking watch.

  “Geez, give me a second to finish my sentence before you insist on telling me that she’s not here. Because I know she’s here, and I need to see her.”

  “Ain’t my problem.”

  “Please.”

  “No.”

  “If I can just come inside. I know she’ll want to see me for Pete’s sake.”

  “There ain’t no way that rat of a dog is coming into this clubhouse, turbo tits. I don’t give a shit who you think you are or how hard you make my cock. This here’s an MC, not a fucking dog park.”

  Her eyes rake over my body, stopping at my dick. I know my shit ain’t small and I know she can see that I ain’t lying. My. Cock. Is. Hard. Fuck me, just bantering back and forth with this chick has me turned on. It’s more than the fact that she’s got a banging body, it’s the fact that she ain’t afraid of me. She ain’t cowering down at my size, and she ain’t batting her fucking eyes to get her way.

  It’s hot as fuck.

  I’m so zoned in on her and her mop of curls, her fucking curves, and her angelic face that I don’t even hear Sin and Savannah walk up.

  “Jenni?”