Pops

by Screaming Mimi

  “Well shit, now I’m seriously sorry for acting like a complete twit. That still doesn’t mean we shouldn’t have used one though, I don’t know what kind of pussy you’ve been fucking, or where it’s been.” Pushing her off my lap, I guide her back into the bathroom and restart the shower for us.

  “First of all, you’re the first woman I haven’t used a condom with since my ex-wife. Second, I haven’t fucked another woman in over a year. And third, I get tested regularly, I’m clean, I was just checked last month. Now get your fine ass into the shower so I can make you dirty.” Yanking my jeans down, I climbed in right behind her, pushed her against the shower wall, wrapping her legs around my waist. My cock was perfectly lined up to slide right into her pussy with ease.

  My forehead touched hers as I tried to get myself under control, damn this woman could try my restraint. “Don’t move baby, if you do I won’t be responsible for my actions.” She giggled right before she started sliding herself up the tile and slamming herself down on my cock, I was so dead.

  Chapter Four

  BETH

  The man was infuriating, but damn if he couldn’t make me go off like the Fourth of July. I’ll admit I was freaked the fuck out when I thought we could have gotten pregnant, I definitely didn’t need us having a kid together. He’d turn me into his property so quick I’d be left with no identity of my own, again. It was bad enough I was going home, that I allowed my father to bully me into coming home. I knew he’d follow through with his threats though, I couldn’t let him and his minions get close to Bliss.

  Lying on my bed, I watch Castor get dressed, even at fifty the man is fine as hell. Not pretty boy fine, he’d never do an underwear advertisement, but damn if he didn’t fill out his underwear nicely. He was built for hard work; solid, muscular, and just hard all over. I can’t help but let my gaze travel to the hardest and my favorite muscle as he turns toward me.

  “Like what you see there cupcake.” I can hear the smile in his voice before I even look up into his mirth filled eyes. Jesus, his smile, the man makes me pant without smiling, but damn when he does smile, it’s like the sun is in the room. I needed to be careful; I could get attached way too easily.

  Smiling back at him, I roll off the bed to start getting dressed, neither acknowledging I was looking, nor his comment. I’m just searching for my bra when he comes around the bed with it dangling from his finger smirking at me.

  “Thanks.” I mumbled as I snatched it out of his hands and hurriedly put it back on. What the hell was wrong with me, suddenly I felt awkward around him. Maybe it was because I’d just had the most amazing sex in my life, only to have to say goodbye to it. I couldn’t let him know what I had planned, he’d try to stop me, and I couldn’t have that happen.

  “So, what I want you to do is come stay at the clubhouse, we can protect you better there. I’ve got one of my guys hunting whoever did that to your office, once we get answers out of him we’ll be able to end this. Hey, I know this is tough on you, but we’ll take care of you now.” I didn’t need him to take care of me, I wasn’t some helpless, fucking damsel in distress, I was a grown ass woman who could take care of her own problems.

  “Get out Castor.” I say it in my calmest voice, but with no less anger in it. He hesitates at the door to my bedroom for a second before he’s across the room in front of me.

  “What the fuck Beth? I told you I’d take care of this shit; let me take care of it for you. Don’t shut me out!” He grips my upper arms, but doesn’t put pressure on them, he doesn’t want to hurt me, he just wants me to see reason, his reason at least. I have to steel myself against him, if I don’t, I’ll let him take over my life, then I’ll be right back where I began.

  “Get out, please. If I need help I’ll call, until then I’ll handle my own shit.” He looks like I just slapped him in the face; he can’t believe I’m kicking him out.

  “Don’t do this Beth, don’t shut me out, I can help you, the club can help you.” Of course the club, it would always be about the fucking club.

  “Don’t you get it Castor, that’s part of the problem; I don’t want anything to do with you or your fucking club. I’m not a club whore to pass around once you get tired of me. I can’t become your woman; I won’t become your woman.” He stares at me for a long minute and I think he’s going to say something else to me, but he throws his hands in the air in frustration before he turns on his heels and marches out of the house.

  “Be careful what you wish for, you just might get it Beth.” He yelled as he slammed my front door. I wait until I hear the rumble of him pulling out of the drive before I collapsed on my bed in a heap and cry. The tears flow, as deep down I think I just let the best damn thing that’s ever happened to me walk out of my life. All because I can’t become my mother, only wasn’t that exactly what I was setting myself up for by going home. At least with Castor, I knew I’d enjoy myself for however long he kept me, that is. Going home, I was entering the unknown, because I could guarantee my father was going to stick me with someone in the club, I needed to formulate a plan to keep that from happening.

  POPS

  That woman wasn’t fooling me at all, she was up to something, and she didn’t want me to know about it. She was so stubborn, she made me want to bend her over my knee and spank her ass. Adjusting my dick after thinking of that image, I decide to give her a little space, and by little, I meant micro mini. Pulling out my phone, I dialed my Sergeant at Arms, Gargoyle, ugliest fucker in the club, but he was great when it came to watching our backs.

  “Yo Gar, I got a job for you man. I need you to keep an eye on Beth for me. She’s got some shit going down, and I want to make sure she doesn’t try to do something stupid.” I can hear him laughing through the phone; he probably thinks I’m a pussy for worrying about her. “Don’t give me shit man, just do it. She’s knee deep in asshole bikers, and we need to keep an eye on her for her own safety.”

  “Shouldn’t she be pussy deep in biker, not knee deep in bikers? Ain’t you hitting that yet old man?” I growl into the phone; I’m going to knock his teeth out the next time I see him.

  “Don’t fucking talk about her like that, ever. She’s in trouble; we’re going to help her get out of it, end of story. And keep your hands to yourself asshole, I find out you even looked at her funny, and I’ll have your balls on my fireplace.” The fucker has the balls to laugh like a damn hyena; I swear I’m going to need to kick some ass soon if these assholes don’t start showing me some respect.

  “Sure, sure, because my good looks are going to really sway her away from your old ass. I’ll keep her safe, and keep my balls to myself thank you very much.” I grunted in approval, I still might kick his ass for good measure when I see him.

  “Make sure she doesn’t see you, she doesn’t want our help, and before you say anything I don’t care what she wants, she’s getting it. Keep a low profile, if she sees a bike, she’ll bolt.”

  “Damn she must be important! Alright, I got her man; I’ll treat her like my own.” I knew I could count on him even if he was being an asshole, I just hoped Beth didn’t see him. Beth would be madder than a honey badger if she found out I was having her tailed. I almost felt sorry for Gargoyle if she saw him, almost.

  “Thanks man, I’ll check in with you in a few hours, unless she makes a move, then call me immediately. I’ll text you her address.” He might be an asshole, but at least he was a loyal asshole. After I text him Beth's address, I head for home. I can release some tension working on the house while I wait for Matt to call me with something. I was in the middle of replacing the cabinets in the kitchen, putting in a lighter wood grain, it would really brighten up the kitchen. Not that I had anyone to brighten it for, except Bart and Bliss, but they only came over for Sunday dinners. I hardly cooked unless they came over, I usually ate at the clubhouse, but as Bliss would say, I couldn’t let things be for long. I used to drive her crazy with how often I changed the house furnishings or flooring, she claimed I was restles
s and needed to find a good woman to settle my soul, maybe she was right. Maybe Beth was just that woman to settle my restless soul, if I could just get her to see I wanted more than a quick fuck.

  I was no saint by any means, but when it came to the women I slept with at the clubhouse they were empty fucks, something to release the stress. Since meeting Beth, she consumed my thoughts, invaded my dreams, and made me want things I haven’t wanted in a very long time. All the women at the clubhouse looked exactly like what they were, sweet butts, and I wanted nothing to do with them. Now that I’ve had a taste of Beth, there was no way I was going back to empty fucks.

  As soon as I sunk into her, I knew I was a goner, which scared the shit out of me. The last woman I gave my heart to, stomped on it, abandoned our son, and blamed me for the death of our daughter. Beth was the woman that made me want a future again, one where she was the star. She was afraid, but somehow I was going to make her see I wasn’t the guy she thought I was. I just hoped I could convince her before she ran off and did something stupid, like go back to her father's club. If I had to I’d end her father, but I was hoping to keep that from happening.

  BETH

  Pulling my shit together, I knew I couldn’t go home looking like I did; I needed to look the part. Digging to the bottom of my closet, I pulled out the clothes I hadn’t even looked at in many years, the ones that labeled me as my father's daughter. A legacy I’d rather forget, but I, of all people, should have known you can’t walk away from your past completely. Isn’t that what I tell my patients all the time, that they must learn and grow from their past, not try to forget it. It’s what makes us who we are, the good, the bad, and yes, the disgusting, things that life has thrown at us combine to make up who we are.

  Looking at the woman staring back at me in the mirror, I don’t recognize her. She’s a stranger, and I hate her. She’s a woman from another time and place, one where there is pain and heartache. Where her father was willing to give her to whoever wanted her in exchange for their loyalty, a place where she had no one on her side, where she was alone. I dreaded what the future held for me, whatever it was, I knew it wouldn’t be a fairy tale. It would be more like a horror story. If it kept Bliss and everyone else safe, I was willing to do whatever it took, even if it meant giving up my own happiness.

  God how I wanted to call Castor back, beg him to help me, but I couldn’t risk becoming his, I didn’t want to become anyone's property. Yet here I was about to walk back into the lion’s den and become exactly that. What I was really afraid of with Castor was losing my heart to him, only to watch him turn from me. I knew my heart couldn’t handle that kind of pain, at least where I was going I knew I could handle the pain, at least I hoped I could.

  Packing a small bag, I grabbed my old leather jacket and headed for the door, time to bite the bullet. I looked around outside to see if Castor actually left. I knew if he saw me leaving he’d try to stop me, I couldn’t let that happen. Seeing that the coast was clear, I made a beeline for my car tossing my bag in the back seat. I felt an icy calm wash over me. I needed to get in the right headspace for the journey I was about to embark on. I needed to prepare to enter hell on earth and survive.

  There was a part of me that thought about running, but I couldn’t put others at risk just so I could get away. Maybe by the time I got to West Virginia I could come up with a plan to rescue my own ass out of the fire. Glancing over at the gun sitting in my center console, I know I need to be prepared to use it, somehow the thought doesn’t terrify me as much as it once did.

  Learning to shoot was all part of biker gang 101, as far as Michael was concerned, that included his precious baby girl. Back when he had Sledge, his Sergeant at Arms, taught me how to shoot I was a bundle of nerves; I never wanted to hold a damn gun. Today it was different, I understood it was a tool to use when it was necessary, and it was definitely necessary when dealing with Michael's club.

  The trick would be getting it inside the clubhouse without getting caught. Michael didn’t trust anyone; he definitely wasn’t going to trust me. He would have me searched as soon as I walked through his doors; I’d need to find somewhere close to the clubhouse to stash it. Luckily, my car had a hidden compartment that most people didn’t know about unless they owned the car, it was a risk, but one I was willing to take for extra security.

  POPS

  I was having a hard time concentrating on finishing the cabinets, my mind kept wandering back to a certain hot therapist. Ripping out the last set of cabinets I needed to replace, it felt good to release some of the tension I felt with manual labor. The heft of the pry bar I was using helped center my focus on removing the cabinet with the least amount of damage. Dragging it out the side door into the garage, I put it with the rest of the outgoing cabinets. They’d go down to our local Habitat for Humanity office for them to rehome, they still had plenty of life left in them, I just wanted a change. I’d get the boys to help me load them up in the truck later, I still had a lot of cleaning to do before I put in the new cabinets.

  Going back into the kitchen, I start taking inventory of what needed to be done before I begin hanging the new cabinets. I decide that the baseboards need to be replaced too, grabbing the pry bar I start ripping out the old baseboards. My knees are starting to kill me even with the kneepads I put on, I decide to take a break and grab a beer. I’m leaning on the stove taking in the disaster that is my kitchen, when the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.

  Something is off in the house; I can feel it. Gripping my pry bar, a little tighter, I start walking towards the living room. I was kicking myself for taking the gun safe out of the kitchen, even though there wasn’t a cabinet to keep it. Needing to make it back to my room to the safe under my bed, I made my way cautiously toward the hallway. I could feel their eyes on me, damn it someone got into the house without me noticing. Had I been that distracted?

  Right before I hit the hallway, he came at me, catching me with a right hook, knocking the cobwebs out of my head. Grunting, I swung out with my pry bar, I barely missed his ribs. Damn, fucker was fast. Clearing my head with a shake, I take a good long look at my prey, according to his cut his name is Cupid, but he doesn’t look like he’s in the loving mood. He’s about half my age, and by the look in his eyes he thinks he’s already won this battle. I’m not going out without a fight though; I grip the handle of the pry bar a little tighter smirking at him.

  “What you smiling at old man? Once I take you out, Lizzie will come home, and I’ll be the guy to make it happen. Means I get first dibs, and what a sweet ride that’s going to be; I’ve wanted Lizzie since she was thirteen.” A growl escapes me as I lunge at him, he is so surprised by my action he doesn’t have time to dodge. Swinging the pry bar, I land a solid hit to his ribs, I can hear the crack as it impacts his side.

  “You will never get to lay a finger on my Bethy, you got me punk! She doesn’t belong to you; she’ll never belong to you.” I’ll never let him near her; he doesn’t even deserve to breathe the same air as my Bethy.

  “Oh that’s where you are wrong old man, not only am I going to get to lay a finger on her, I’m going to shove my cock so far inside her she’ll forget you ever existed. How do you think she has to make amends to be welcomed back? She’s gotta take the whole crew on, and I’m going to get first dibs; I’m not one for sloppy seconds, you know what I mean.” I’m going to kill him, I’m going to kill him slowly, and make it as painful as possible. I grin at his remarks, nodding slowly; I’m going to enjoy listening to his screams.

  For every step I take towards him, he takes two back, he’s moving towards the kitchen, I smile in anticipation. He thinks he still has the upper hand, he has no clue he’s entered the devil’s lair. “Her father would make her do this? Why, what does he get out of forcing something like that on her?” I could never even imagine doing something so cruel even to our sweet butts, let alone my own child, but clearly, Beth’s father didn’t feel the same.

  “She needs to be taken do
wn a few notches, she thinks she’s too good to be an old lady for Vinnie, she has to learn her place. What better way to do that than having her take us all?” I’m trying to keep him talking, moving him in increments toward the garage. If I can’t get to my gun in the bedroom, I’ll simply use the tools I have at hand. Stalking towards him with the pry bar, he keeps moving toward the garage, he’s trying to escape. I can hear his grunt of pain each time he breathes, he’s hurting, I just need to get him a little further.

  As soon as he enters the garage, he grabs a hammer sitting on top of my toolbox swinging it at my head. Whoever taught this guy how to take someone out, didn’t give him the lesson on “always carry a gun”. Bending back out of the way of the hammer, I nail him again with the pry bar on the other side of his ribs. I don’t get a full swing in, but he’s definitely out of breath long enough for me to grab my nail gun, but before I get a chance to use it he’s hauling ass back into the house, good thing I have a long hose. I grab him by the back of his cut, yanking him backwards. Once he’s down on the ground, I quickly start to use the nail gun. First, I nail down his cut; his screams tell me I’ve hit his skin a few times through the leather.

  “Stay still asshole or I’ll nail your dick to my floor too.” I point the nail gun directly over his crotch to bring home the point, he stills immediately. “Now other than you, who else is in my town?” He’s shaking his head, refusing to answer my question; I plant one nail in his right thigh. Thankfully, I’ve put in sound proofing in the house so his screams won’t be heard, but they are giving me a headache.