Arrow of Time (Marauders, #1)

by Lina Andersson

I had been traveling for just over six years.

They looked hung over, and I knew why. I had missed Lanie's 40th birthday the day before.

Brick wondered what the fuck was going on. Mel looked like she was seeing a ghost; she seemed barely able to breathe, and her eyes didn't leave the woman standing at the door.

He took a good look at the woman in question and decided she was almost a girl. She was pretty—not his type at all, though. She had long brown dreads, pierced nose, faded jeans, steel-toed work boots, and a leather jacket.

This was Edie. His wife's sister.

Didn't matter, though. She needed at least two showers and three days of sleep before he'd bother.

Melanie could hardly believe her eyes. She hadn't seen Edie in six years.

Her baby sister was in her arms, and she didn't give a shit about anything else. It had taken six years, but her Edie was finally back.

“Hell, you look great, really great,” I said, because she did. Nice blouse, pencil skirt, high heels, but that wasn’t all. There was a glow about her that I hadn’t seen before. She looked... happy.

If this scary-looking guy made my big sister happy, I liked him.

“Six years? Are you shitting me?” Sisco pushed. “Why?” “She needed it.” Brick turned around and looked at them.

“You gave me two pairs of jeans, some underwear, t-shirts, and two hoodies.” “Yes.” “That's all your clothes?”

“No,” I said and looked into my coffee cup. “I have a leather jacket as well, but you don't need to wash it.”

All bikers always spoke about finding freedom, living free, experiencing things. As far as she could tell that usually meant getting drunk and fucking as much as possible. She doubted any one of them would be able to do what Edie had done, but at the same time she understood what her husband meant.

“What did she say to you? About... you know.” “She said you did what you had to do and what she never dared to do. You're good in my book, girl, and you're welcome to stay for as long as you need. That's what family is for, and we all like having you here.” “Thank you.”

I gasped when I noticed a Motörhead t-shirt, and when I roamed around I found Velvet Underground, My Bloody Valentine, and Jesus and Mary Chain t-shirts as well. They weren't new, so these were my old ones. The ones I left behind. She'd kept them for six years, and god knew how many moves. She'd saved them for me. I sat down in the armchair and dried the tears out of my eyes. Obviously I had more clothes than I'd thought. ~o0o~

Bull

His own Old Lady was among them, Angela. She wasn't at club functions that often, but she'd wanted to come to this one. Angie was his second wife.

Angie was mostly looking uncomfortable and kept eyeing the sweetbutts. Probably wondering which ones of them he'd nailed.

She was hard to pass up on, though. Really pretty Latina woman with big soulful eyes, and he'd needed a mom for his kid.

Dawg had earned his road name by being a dawg. He nailed anything on the upper part of the hot scale as long as it was a human female.

So when Brick was occupied with Eliza, and Mel was talking to some of the Old Ladies, Bull was getting a blow job in the bathroom, and Edie was sitting outside, all alone, he grabbed two beers and sat down next to her.

The party was nice, and I had a lot of fun. One of the first people Lanie introduced me to was Michaela, or Ella, as everyone called her according to herself. She was Bear, the VP’s, wife. Or Old Lady, as they tended to call themselves.

“She killed their dad.” Vasco raised his eyebrows. “Killed him?” “Yes. He was an ass. There's more to it, but I'm not gonna go there, you need to figure that out yourself. Let's just say he got better than he deserved.”

The fuckups are how we learn, and sometimes we need to do the same fuckup more than once to get the message. As for falling for flirts, I'd done it more than once, got upset about it the first times, and the last time I just got pissed at myself. I wasn't going down that lane again.

The diamond smuggling was kept under wraps. They kept it separated from the pot, and the only ones knowing about it were members of the club, the cartel feeding them, and the guy up in New York who bought it from them.

The first one I ran into was Mace, leaning his hand against the wall in the hallway. He had one of the girls pinned between him and the wall, and his other hand was up her skirt.

When I passed it to get a bottle of water from the fridge I noticed the girl on her knees in front of him. “Hey, Edie,” the guy leaning against the kitchen island said and when I looked at him I realized I'd met him before.

I walked through the living room to get to the deck on the other side of the house, where the grill had been set up earlier that day. The prospect Haze seemed to be off duty, since he was on the couch and... yup, pretty sure that it was at least halfway in.

the first to greet me. “Hey, Kiddo!” He had a blonde in his lap, and she wore panties of the string variety.

I winked and that made Lanie blush again while Brick wiggled his eyebrows. “And there better not be people fucking in my bed.”

I managed to see Mech seriously groping his wife, Lynn, and then there was Wolf with a brunette and... yup, they were having sex. Like penis in vagina sex. On the stairs. Impressive.

I opened the door to my room and heard an, 'Ouch'. As I stepped inside, looking behind the door, I saw why. A blond woman was down on her knees, and a guy was leaning against the wall kissing a second woman who was standing up next to him. He had one hand on the girl on the floor's head and the other around the other girl's waist.

And obviously, with two women involved, it was Dawg. And since the woman previously giving him a blowjob now was rubbing her elbow, I got a very good view of Dawg's dick. When I r...

Dawg closed his jeans and pointed at the door while looking at the girls.

“What's up?” he asked and looked at Dawg who shrugged. “Usually, by this time you're neck deep in pussy.”

Dawg was a proud, vain manwhore, but also one of the most loyal and serious members the club had. He was born into it; it was in his blood.

He knew he wasn't famous for caring much about the women he fucked. He didn't treat them bad, he just didn't bother to get to know them, not even enough to get their name.

“And you won't get blowjobs in my room?” “No. I'll behave.” “Good. Not saying you can't have blowjobs, just not in my room.”

got that, Nibbles. And I'm getting blowjobs whether you like it or not.”

The trick or the crux of life isn’t not to own things or not work for anything. Some things and some people are worth working for. The tricky part is to find the things worth working for and owning.”

BULL LEANED BACK AND watched the girl moving on stage.

Watching her, he decided that she was his girl for the night,

He was six years old and currently at home in with Angie. Angie, who wouldn't object to him staying at the clubhouse for a night or two.

An hour and a half later, they were walking back to the clubhouse. It was just around the corner from The Booty Bank, and he had his arm around the redhead. Mace and Sisco had picked up a woman each, and Dawg had two—one under each arm.

Dawg opened his eyes and rolled over to look at the two sweetbutts he’d brought with him.

He had no idea why Bull had been so hot for the new girl. But then Bull didn't really give a damn if he made people upset.

But the thought of her finding someone else and... hooking up with them, fall in love with them... it drove him insane. Absolutely fucking stark raving mad.

Being scared is never a good reason to pass up a chance to have someone love you.”

He gently stroked her side, leaned over and kissed her cheek, before he got the fuck out of there.