by Blair Grey
“Good,” he said with happiness in his voice. “Every third night is what I’ve agreed to and I will keep that agreement. Unless she starts puking. Then Dad can take over my shifts until the puking is over.”
“When did I agree to that?” Clyde asked him.
Walking into the room where my mother was getting ready, I stopped to give Clyde’s mother a hug. “Thanks for helping out, Lizzie. I don’t know what we’d do without you.”
“You’re welcome. Doesn’t Esmerelda make a beautiful bride?” She gestured to my mother who got up from the chair she’d been in. The white dress cascaded to the floor in waves of satin and lace. “That dress is gorgeous.”
Pulling the veil over her face, Mom asked, “Is it too much that I’m wearing white, mija? Lizzie said it’s not, but what do you really think?”
Clyde’s mom laughed as she went out the door. “I’ll let you two have mother-daughter time. See you out there, Esmerelda. Good luck.”
“I think whatever you want to wear is fine. But since there is less than an hour before you have to walk down the aisle, I say you should stick with the one that you have on.” Taking several pictures of her with my phone, I sighed as I looked at her. “What a lovely bride you make.”
“When will you and Clyde have a wedding, mija?” She shook her head. “Getting married at the Justice of the Peace isn’t right. Only you, Clyde, and Tommy were there. Too small. Too sudden. And I wasn’t even in town to get there if I had been invited.”
“We wanted it that way.” She couldn’t understand us at all. “Our family is a little different. Not that we’re ashamed at all. But we didn’t want to have to explain to everyone why Tommy calls me Tia. And now that he’s gotten used to the idea that I’m his father’s wife and will be the mother of his baby sister, he calls me Mom. We’ve taken things in a different way, but we got there and that’s all that matters.”
“You all did find your happily ever after, didn’t you?” She smiled as she came to wrap me up in her arms best she could with my big belly. “My little mono grueso.”
Rolling my eyes, I didn’t want to ever be called that again for the rest of my life. “Not your little chunky monkey, Mom. When will you learn?”
“Never, probably.” With a kiss to my cheek, she let me go.
The love in her eyes told me that we all had found our happily ever afters.
Clyde
Six months later…
“Hands on the handlebars. Lean way over. Let your tits squish on top of the gas tank.” My cock was hard as a rock already and there was more to go. “Okay, okay, now put your feet as far out as they’ll go on either side of the bike. And don’t smile. Just give me that daring stare that only you can do.”
Tequila did as I said, and I took about a dozen pictures of the pose. “That’s great. Now I want you to turn on the bike.” I went to turn on the video camera. “We’ll be able to watch this when we’re all worn out after a full day of taking care of Tammy. We’ll remember this time and it’ll raise our tired libidos up.”
When you had a baby that took more out of you than you knew you had in you in the first place, you had to come up with some pretty grand ideas of how to keep not only your marriage going but your sex-life as well.
The cool breeze blew in the night air as I went to stand behind the bike as Tequila got off of it, leaning over the seat, presenting her bare ass to me. “You need to hurry, or this bike is going to make me come before you do.”
“Not going to let that happen.” I thrust into her. “Taking a weekend away in the country was just what we needed.”
“It was nice of your mother to take the kids for us.” Pushing her ass back, she moaned. “Damn it. There’s nothing like using the bike to make things interesting.”
Leaning over her, I took the handlebars and revved the engine to make it vibrate even more as I pumped my cock into her. I could feel the powerful engine through her body. “Fuck, yes!”
The next thing I bought was going to be a secluded place in the sticks like the one we’d rented. I could see doing this every night. There was no way we could’ve gotten away with this at home.
“Harder!” she begged. “And make it vibrate more!”
Giving her what she’s asked for, I kept giving it the gas while giving her my big cock. “You like that? You want more?”
“More!”
Having a sexy biker chic as my old lady was like a dream come true. She could ride behind or beside me. She could hold her own in every way. And she could come so hard all over my cock that it defied imagination.
Her body convulsed as she came. Pounding into her throbbing pussy, I found it impossible to stop myself from coming too. “Shit!”
“Yes!” she screamed. “Give it to me. Give it all to me.”
It was just a practice run for the real thing. In six more months, we were going to start trying for the next baby. She wanted two more kids to make a total of four. And she wanted them sooner rather than later too.
Being that it was her body, I let her make the decisions on when to have the kids we both wanted. “You like that hot seed I’ve blasted into your belly, little momma?”
Purring as she lay over the seat, she whimpered, “I love that hot seed.”
I backed up, sliding my spent cock out of her before smacking her on the ass. “Nice.” But I wasn’t done with her yet. “On the bike, now.”
“But…”
With a cock of my head, I said it again, “On the bike - now.”
“My legs are shaking.” She stood up and I saw they were shaking.
“Then this will happen pretty quickly for you.” Picking her up, I put her down on the seat, straddling it. “I’m going to take a picture of this.” Backing up, I picked up my cell off the ground and got ready. “Rev the engine.”
Closing her eyes, she did as I said to and the sound was loud, growling, and it made lust run through me as she kept revving it up, then letting it go back to idle.
Each time she made the engine sing, her face tensed as the vibration stimulated her already swollen clit. I waited patiently for her to give it all she had.
The beauty of her naked body on my bike surpassed everything of beauty I’d ever seen. My two beauties, sharing a mutual affection, made my cock pulse back to life after the hard orgasm.
“Let her make you come, baby. Let her take you to a place only she can.” I pulled my camera up, then began taking a few pictures as Tequila moved her wet cunt back and forth on the leather seat, leaving glistening marks on it.
Moving faster as she made the motor work hard to please her body, Tequila rode my bike until she was screaming, but it was drowned out by the loud sound my hog made as it took her to a climax that only it could.
After taking enough pictures to satisfy me for quite some time, I went to pull my woman off the bike, turning it off as I did so. Lying her on the ground beside it, I spread her pussy wide for me then lapped up what my bike had made her release.
Panting, she ran her hands through my thick, much longer hair. “She made me come good for you, huh, baby?”
“She never fails either of us.” Kissing her hot cunt, I ran my tongue through the folds. “If men could fuck motorcycles, you women would be out of luck.”
Light laughter filled the air. “We woman can get bikes to fuck us and we still want your hard dicks. I’m not worried about losing you to any machine.”
She was right. A man needed a woman’s heart, mind, and body to keep him warm nights. A machine couldn’t do it all.
A woman needed a man to hold her tight and love her like she’d never been loved before. Together, Tequila and I did that for each other.
Making us a couple who had found their happily ever after.
UNFORESEEN: A MOTORCYCLE CLUB ROMANCE
The Iron Cobras MC – Book #6
By Blair Grey
Copyright © 2020 by Blair Grey
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Chapter One
Garrett
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Thick waves of smoke moved through the dimly lit room the Iron Cobras’ council called the round table chamber. Most of the eight council members held cigars between their lips as they perused the agenda for the meeting.
A meeting meant for me.
The men sat in a circle around a wooden table with ornate carvings that ran down the pedestal that held the huge table up. More carvings on top of the table told where each member was to sit.
The table that was divided into eight places, much like a pie is cut, had the positions labeled at the bottom of each triangle. A coiled, hooded cobra with wings filled the middle of the table. Carvings of motorcycles, bearded men, and shapely women filled in most of the rest of the space.
I had been seated in a tall chair, under a bright overhead light, and told not to speak unless asked a direct question. I’d proven myself worthy of moving up from a prospect to becoming a full-fledged member of the MC. But there was more to prove to the council and other members who I would be joining if I was going to gain that coveted patch.
Carl, the president, gave a slight nod that I found let the rest of the council know that he was ready to start the meeting as the secretary, James Mathews, began the proceedings, “Welcome to your first meeting of the Iron Cobras, Garrett Robertson. This meeting is to inform you of the rules we expect you to live by if you are to become an Iron Cobra. My name is James Mathews. Our president is Carl Davis. Vice president – Leo Clapton. Sergeant at Arms – Clyde Thomas. Our Road Captain is Danny Smith. Steve McDonald is our Treasurer. Lucas Hoss is our Chaplain. And last but certainly not least is our Enforcer – Lyle Franklin. It will be Lyle who will guide you through this process of learning the rules and making sure you adhere to them.” He looked at the fierce-looking man with a dark beard that went to his midsection. “Lyle, I will give you the floor.”
Standing up, Lyle was all of six foot – five. His blue eyes shone brightly even in the dim lighting. His shaved head made a dramatic difference from the full beard he sported.
In my opinion, it was that man who would’ve made the cover of Badass Biker’s Magazine, if there was one. His voice sounded like he’d been gargling with gravel for at least the last few years as he said, “Many men want to join our elite group. Most don’t make the cut. I’m the last man between you and the voting process. If I say there’s to be no vote, then there will be no vote. End of discussion and you might go back to the land of prospects to get another shot someday or we might put you out altogether. Either way, what I say goes. I am not your friend. I am not your confidant. I am the Enforcer. Got it?”
A direct question! “I do.” Making sure to give him a reverent look without eyeballing him, I felt thankful for my military background that had taught me how to do such a thing.
Wasting no time, he went straight to it. “Rule number one – leave no brother behind. You don’t want to know what the punishment is for breaking this rule – so don’t do it. Plain and simple, right?”
A direct question? Or a rhetorical question?
Seeing that Lyle went on, told me I’d been right to keep my mouth shut. “Rule number two – The decisions made by the council pertain to everyone in the club. If you don’t agree with the decision, no one cares. It’s about the whole, not each individual. You follow all rules and each decision that is made, or you will be punished. We don’t merely allow you to quit. Once you’re in, you’re in for life. There’s only one way out of this. You know what I’m saying.”
A statement, not a question – don’t even nod.
Lyle’s piercing gaze held mine for only a heartbeat before he went on, “Rule number three – no snitching. I will assume that you are well aware of what happens to snitches. If it were up to me, I wouldn’t even have to say a fucking thing about this rule. This ought to be a rule of life. Onto rule number four – loyalty to the Iron Cobras comes first. It comes before your devotion to your family, God, and country. You are first and foremost an Iron Cobra.”
This is one rock-solid commitment.
“If you’re allowed to become a member of this prestigious MC, you will wear your patch at all times.” Pinching his brow, he added, “And you must always only ride a Harley. You can get a new bike, but it must always be a Harley. This rule has the most severe punishment of them all if you’re caught riding or owning something other than a Harley. If you own something other than that now, get rid of it. My advice is to toss it off a cliff. Anything other than a Harley is a major piece of shit that shouldn’t be on the road anyway.”
Seems like he might own stock in the company.
“If you come to any meeting, club get-together, or any sort of function whatsoever where an impromptu vote is taken, and you’re not on your bike, then you forfeit your right to vote.” He smiled and it was a bit on the chilling side, not friendly in the least. “Long story, short – ride your fucking bike to everything you do that has to do with our MC.” He pulled the sleeve of his leather jacket up, showing his club tat. “If you are patched, the very next thing you will do is get your ink. You can go to whoever you want to get it done, but we have a few guys within the club who do excellent work. Do they charge more for their artistry? Yes. But it’s worth it.”
Plus, it helps build internal relationships within the club. But I guess he thought I already knew that one.
Walking toward me, he clenched his jaw as if he was pissed for some reason. “This isn’t a numbered rule as any fool should know this, but I’ve found it needs to be said. There is absolutely no lying to anyone in this club. You lie, your ass is dealt with in a harsh manner. End of subject.”
Turning abruptly, he went back to his seat. Picking up his glass of dark liquor, he took a drink as if parched from his speech. When he put the glass back down, he smiled at the man next to him, the Road Captain, Danny. “I think that covers everything. Don’t you?”
Danny looked at me as he stood. “We each get a chance to ask you a question if we want to, Robertson. I know that you’ve been in the Navy. I know that you have no issues with killing people when it’s asked of you or you find it a necessity. I’d like to ask you how you felt about killing two women in the MC, The Keepers, when you felt it was something you needed to do?”
This is an easy one. “The two women I shot and killed were ready and willing to not only bring innocent people into a situation that had nothing to do with them, but a woman and a child were involved. When you put innocent women and children on the line, I find it nearly impossible to stand on the sidelines quietly and do nothing. They tried to commit an unspeakable act and they got what they deserved. I have no remorse for my actions where those two women are concerned.”
Leo, the vice president, nodded instead of getting up. “I would like to present a fictional scene to you and ask what you would do.” He cocked his head as he looked at me.
A test to see if I’ll speak without being asked a direct question?
I had no idea if that was the case or not. But I wasn’t going to be told that I could leave due to opening my mouth before I was supposed to. That would mean I wouldn’t be given the chance to prove myself to the members of the Iron Cobras at that time. So, I politely kept giving my attention to the man - keeping my mouth closed.
“Well, seems you listen well to all the rules. I like that,” Leo said with a nod, then his lips formed a tight line. He gave off the vibe that he’d seen a thing or two in his day. Not that he was ancient or anything. But he did look weathered more so than anyone else on the council. “So, here is the scene. You and three other Iron Cobra members are driving down the street when you see something happen. Three men from another MC are abducting a child. A young child - say three or so. The mother is crying and fighting to keep a h
old of her baby. Do you drive on and ignore it or do you stop and render aid?”
What the hell am I supposed to say to this?
There were so many variables to this situation and I was sure I couldn’t ask about any of them. My answer needed to be honest. And the honest answer was that I would most definitely stop and render aid. But that was if it was just me and not me being with MC brothers - which made me part of a bigger picture.
With not much else to go by, I went with the answer that made the most sense if I were already an Iron Cobra member, “I would follow the lead of the Iron Cobra who had been with the MC the longest.” I felt I had to be careful about that answer and added, “Unless a council member was with us because I would follow the order of rank and not make my own decision about what to do in a situation that involves other MCs.”
Carl smiled at Leo as he said, “Good answer, Garrett. Since there were several of us who have witnessed your courage, this may seem unfair to ask this of you. The thing is that life isn’t fair. As a matter of fact, it’s hardly ever fair.”
He didn’t have to tell me that. That was a thing I already knew, firsthand. Life wasn’t fair most of the time. It was a rare occasion when it was.
Lyle took my attention as he said, “One more rule that I’m sure you already know is that if the president wants you to do something, then you must do it. That’s not so for the rest of the council or the other members of this MC.”
I had figured as much so nodded my understanding.
When I looked back at Carl, I saw a certain grimness to his expression. “You’ve asked to be fast-tracked to member status. With that in mind, I had to dig deep to make sure you’re not given special treatment. I’ve found a problem that we’ve had for a while now that needs to be dealt with. I’ve never asked any current member to do anything as dangerous as this.” Letting out a sigh, he let me know what he needed me to do, “There’s a dirty DEA agent who has it in for us. Dean Strong thinks he’s slick, wearing disguises as he goes into our places of business to see what kind of dirt he can kick up. And he has no problem planting shit he tries to pin on us. So far, our cameras have caught him in action and when he’s come to blackmail us, we have more on him than he has on us.”