Reclaimed

by Land, E. C.

  She had been so engrossed in playing with her pussy that she didn’t hear me open the door. Which was a good thing since I got to watch the show of fucking lifetime. That’s something I hadn’t seen her do back then. Our time together may have been short but fuck if I don’t remember every inch of her body. Fuck! Definitely worthy enough to go in my mental spank bank for later when I need something to get off to. What better image to jerk off to than one of her in the shower?

  I’m stuck laying on this couch, arms behind my head with the image of Kenny moaning my name so softly. I wouldn’t have even heard her if I hadn’t been standing right there, watching as she brought herself to orgasm. She’s even more beautiful then I remember. Her tits have grown into more than a handful, but seeing that she still kept herself bare had my dick throbbing. It takes all my willpower right now to keep from going to her and sinking straight between those long as fuck legs.

  As much as I want to I can’t. Well, at least not now with everyone in the house. I’ll be back in there soon enough, I tell my dick. And when I do, I’ll also have my answers that I’ve been waiting so long for.

  What happened back then? Fuck if I know. One day we were out having a great day on my bike and the next she’s gone. Every time I tried calling her, her phone went straight to voicemail. I finally said fuck it when she refused to answer any of my calls or texts. I didn’t need her, I could easily get my dick wet. Hell, that’s what club pussy’s for. They know the score. All I needed was somewhere to sink my dick to get off. Didn’t need to worry about whether they got theirs or not. That’s what I’ve told myself all this time. I may have fucked more than my fair share of easy bitches over the past four years, but Kenny’s face has always been the one I end up picturing in my head as I get off.

  Even though in the back of my head I’ve always wondered what happened. Why did she just ghost me the way she did? We had something good going. Or so I thought. I never understood why she left. No matter how pissed she made me.

  I close my eyes, finally drifting off only to wake not even three hours later to the smell of coffee. Looking at the time on my phone I see its seven thirty. What the fuck! It’s too damn early in the goddamn morning. Who the hell would be up at this fucking time?

  I get up since I’m not going to get any more sleep. I head into the kitchen to see Twister sitting there looking pissed off.

  "What the fuck is wrong with you Prez?"

  Twister nods his head to the coffee pot that’s still brewing. “Waiting for my sister to get her ass in here so she can get her coffee first. "

  I lift a brow. "What? Why?" I’m confused by what he’s saying.

  "Fuck. It sounds ridiculous I know, but if she doesn’t get the first cup of coffee out of the pot, she will make your day a complete living hell. Learned that shit firsthand." He grumbles, evidently not liking to admit just how much his sister has him wrapped around her damn finger.

  "That is some crazy ass talk Prez." I shake my head, laughing my ass off at his annoyance. I sit down to wait with him. “Maybe you should go wake her up, so you can get your cup. I think you should get you a cup now though, seeing as it’s ready. She won’t hurt you, Prez.”

  "Yeah, no thanks. I don’t feel like getting a cup thrown at me. Trust me when I say she has a fucking arm on her.”

  He’s fucking crazy. There’s no way in hell she would throw a fucking cup of coffee at him. Kenny is to damn sweet for being a pain in the ass, but then again she isn’t my sister. “You’re full of shit, Brother.”

  “It’s true though. This one time she threw a full mug of hot coffee at me when she took a sip and realized it wasn’t the first cup out of the pot. Evidently, the first cup out of the pot, she says, is like ambrosia when you take that first sip. Whatever the fuck that means." Twister grumbles, rolling his eyes just as Kenny comes in. She’s wearing shorts that just barely cover her ass and a sports bra. She’s like a fucking wet dream. Damn, my dick can’t stop twitching at the sight of her.

  “I did throw it and I would have hit you had you not ducked when you did. I can only imagine what scalding hot coffee would feel like.” She says, smirking at her brother.

  "Finally, you’re up. Can you get your fucking coffee so I can get mine. Damn, I need my fix." He grumbles.

  Kenny looks at him puzzled. "I didn’t just get up I’ve been up for almost two hours thank you very much. You could have already had your coffee. That’s the second pot. I had mine when I got up to go for my run." I watch as she goes to the fridge and grabs a bottle of water. She chugs half of it before I realize she’s sweating. Damn, even sexier. I’m going to end up having to rub one out when I shower. No way will I be able to stand getting a club whore to take care of me ever again. Not when I have this sweet, delectable woman within reach. I just need to get her to see things my way again.

  I look between the siblings as Twister lifts an annoyed brow. "What the fuck are you doing up that early considering you didn’t even get home until after three this morning. You only get like an hour of sleep?"

  Kenny shakes her head at her brother. "I’m used to it. I only usually sleep about one to three hours on the weekends. I simply catch up on sleep when the bar’s closed on Sunday and Monday. Furthermore, I don’t like to miss my morning workout routine." She finishes her water before making her way to the table to sit down as Twister gets up to make his coffee. “Can you fix me a cup of that while you make yours please, Jerod? You pour the right mixture of coffee and creamer every time.” Batting her eyes at him.

  Twister sighs. "Kenny you need to be calling me by my road name, not my actual name. I fucking hate when you use it.” Reaching into the cabinet he grabs his sister a coffee cup. It takes all I can to not laugh at my Prez. Yep, Twister is definitely wrapped around Kenny’s fucking finger. Just like I know I would be. Thankfully, I won’t be letting her know that little tidbit.

  Rolling her eyes. "I’ll get right on that, Jerod," she mutters under her breath with a hint of sarcasm, causing me to smirk in her direction.

  Looking slightly annoyed with his baby sister he places the coffee mugs on the table before sitting back down next to her. Twister has to know she's doing this shit just to fuck with him.

  I remember her sarcastic sense of humor. She’s always been mouthy. Hell before I even knew Kenny was Twister’s sister, I witnessed him getting calls from the local cops letting him know how she mouthed off about a fucking ticket. He’d then leave to handle whatever shit she’d caused. When he came back to the club he always looked like he was going to strangle someone. Kenny always seemed to have riled him up. From the looks of it she still does.

  "So, what are your plans for today, Twister?" She draws out his name, sarcastic as all hell. There goes that mouth of hers.

  Slanting his eyes in her direction as he smirks. He catches on to their sibling banter. “Going to the clubhouse to start getting everything in order. We should be out of your hair tonight if not tomorrow. Just need to make sure everything is ready before we move in. That cool with you?”

  Nodding she looks over at me and turns her head sideways. "Why’s your road name Horse?" she asks, making me choke on my coffee. Evidently she’s done talking to her brother, and wants to kill me first thing this morning by having me choke on my coffee.

  Fuck, that burned my damn throat going down

  I smirk at her while gaining my composure. When I start to speak, she sticks her hand up to stop me. “Actually, don’t answer that. I don’t need you to tell me." She looks my body up and down, then repeats the process.

  Yeah you know why I have that name sweet girl, I think to myself.

  I can see the look in her eyes as she figures out exactly why that’s my road name.

  I can’t help that I have a Hercules-sized dick, I laugh to myself.

  I don’t need to tell her about my past, or that when I first joined the club I was banging all the club pussy. I’d take any club whore that I could, and they’d openly compare me to riding a horse. I wasn�
�t just big in my body, but my super-sized dick was a plus too. It’s long and thick. What can I say?

  Clearing my throat, I decide to change the subject. I look at Twister who is just watching the play between his sister and myself.

  "So Prez, what time do you wanna head to the clubhouse to check it out? We need to see what we have to do before we can move into the place, yeah? Most of the guys will be here late this afternoon. Hades texted me a little bit ago and said they were going to head out after breakfast. They’ll probably be on the road around eleven." Rage and Thorn walk in going straight for the coffeepot. Looking like they had a damn good time after leaving the bar last night.

  "Damn man, that chick I met last night with the purple hair and rockin’ body had more fucking stamina than any of the club pussy back home. I swear she was going to ride my dick ‘til it fell off if I didn’t wear her ass out when I did. I ended up fucking her in every position I could think of. Only after I fucked her ass did she finally pass the fuck out." Rage says smirking. He’s one of the biggest manwhores from back home. Between him and Hades they get more pussy then all of us combined.

  Thorn bursts out laughing "Yeah I know what you mean. The bitch I banged before coming back here was fucking the best lay I’ve had in a while. Club whores have nothing on the way she let me fuck her. She was actually up for going more rounds than I had time for. That Lynsdey chick is fucking hot in the sack. I wouldn’t mind being in that again tonight." We all burst out laughing. Well, everyone besides Kenny.

  “Brothers I know you love to talk about the bitch’s you fuck, but watch what you say when my sister is present. I don’t need her hearing about your dick getting wet balls deep in some bitch,” Twister says addressing Thorn and Rage. If he didn’t say something, I was going to and that could’ve gotten awkward. Especially considering it’s not my place.

  “Sorry, Prez” Thorn and Rage say at the same time.

  "On that note, I have to go get ready for work. If you don’t mind can you please refrain from screwing my employees. I would greatly appreciate it. Finding good workers is hard enough around here as it is. Lynsdey and Cleo are not only my best waitresses, but also two of my best friends. So don’t fuck around with them." With that Kenny storms out of the kitchen.

  Damn I want to follow her but we have shit to do, Things that need to get it done before I can really think about anything else that has to do with Kenny. Twister announces that we'll be heading over to the clubhouse in a little while to check everything out and start doing what we can and then tells us that we should be able to stay there tonight hopefully.

  Staying at the clubhouse would probably be the better choice, but after finding Kenny again I just want to stay here to be close to her. I know I’m going to have to give her time, to work at making her mine once again. Out of everything on my to-do list I’m going to have to make that talk with Twister a top priority. Need to get that shit out of the way so I can work on finding out what she’s hiding from us.

  She’s my fucking woman.

  Always has been.

  Always will be.

  6

  Horse

  Walking into our new clubhouse this afternoon, I'm blown away at how much is done already. There’s little we need to get done, but that’s good cause we have to be finished up in order for the first shipment to come. This place is fucking awesome. Our main priority is getting security under wraps. It’s not in place yet. We need to put a fence around the clubhouse but that’s Gadget’s department.

  Walking up next to Twister, I commend him. “This place is a hell of a lot more together then what I imagined we were getting when we voted on moving this way.”

  “Yeah Stoney and I found this place when I approached him about wanting to expand the charter to another out here. He came with me on one of my trips to see Kenny after she left. When we saw all this land, Stoney liked the idea so we started making plans for how we would want the clubhouse set up.” He looks at me with a smile as he says it, one that beams pride.

  Fuck. My Pops been down here and I didn’t even fucking know it. I knew he went on runs with Twister, but he never fucking told me he met Twister’s sister. It shouldn't bother me that he met Kenny without me knowing. It’s not like he knew what my girl’s name was. Just that I had been seeing someone. Pops being the national charter Prez it would be his call on the area but damn I wish I had come with them.

  “Damn right! Looks like there’s not much left we gotta do to this place. You did damn good Prez,” I tell him honestly as I finish looking around. It’s like he thought of everything when designing this place- from the way the bar is designed, to the size of each of the brothers’ rooms. Each room is designed with a private bathroom, unlike back home where we had to all share the showers. Well besides the Prez and VP there. It’ll be nice to have some privacy here.

  “No for the most part its security that needs to be set up. And when everyone gets here they can do what they want with their rooms I at least made sure we were set up a little different than back home. Now none of the brothers have to share bathrooms. We got three rooms for the club whores. Can probably pack two to a room. Speaking of, which ones are coming down today with the rest of the guys anyway? I need my dick sucked.”

  “Hell if I know the answer. That would be a question for Burner. He’s the one you asked to set up the transfer of all our shit and the girls.” I hope like hell that he doesn’t bring the club whores that are complete bitches. Like Jazz. That one is obsessed with my dick. Wants me to make her my ol’ lady. Fuck if that’s ever going to happen. Bitch is all kinds of crazy. She’ll let a brother fuck her anyway she can get it and then some. Shit Dragon and Gadget fuck her constantly since she’s the only club pussy that will take both their dicks in her cunt at the same time. How she don’t rip open is beyond me. Only thing I let that bitch do was suck my dick. Hell I haven’t let her near me in months.

  The rest of the afternoon was spent making notes of what will be what, which rooms were taken and where everything will go. Finishing up with the walkthrough, I’m about to mention Kenny when we hear our brothers coming down the road. The rumblings of bikes are hard to miss. Fuck, I’m going to have to wait to talk with Twister. We walk outside to greet them as they pull in and shut off their bikes.

  “Damn Prez, look at this fucking place. Has nothing on the clubhouse back in Stonewall Mills.” Hades, our enforcer, says climbing off the back of his bike. “Holy fuckin’ hell please tell me there’s some fine ass bitches in this area. It’s been a long fuckin’ day so far, and I need to get my dick wet. The club whores won’t be here until tomorrow or the day after. They were still packing the rest of the shit that needed to be brought down here.”

  Grinning as I shake my head at Hades antics. He’s constantly talking about getting his dick wet. Like fucking clockwork- morning, noon and night, unless he’s on a run. Then he just finds some random pussy to fuck. Doesn’t matter if she’s a club whore or a random bitch on the side of the street. He’ll stick it anywhere he can.

  “Wait until we all go for drinks later. Outlaw Racks is the local bar here and it’s fucking awesome. The bitches there are way better than any club pussy back at Stonewall Mills. Just so you know, I call dibs on the bitch with purple hair. She can suck a dick like a champ.” Rage lays down his claim on Cleo to Hades and the other guys.

  At the mention of going to the bar I’m ready to get out of here. I need to set my eyes on Kenny. Damn that woman. I can’t fucking stop thinking of her and how I want to have those legs of hers wrapped around my waist. I’ll be working on that dream a reality later tonight.

  Yelling out to get everyone’s attention, Twister announces that we’re going to have church in ten before we go get blasted for the night. Church is the one room in the clubhouse that Twister had completed prior to us coming out here. The walls are painted black with the Devils Riot MC emblem in burgundy on one side of the room, along with a hand-carved table with the emblem burned into the center. It lo
oks fucking badass.

  With everyone seated in their places Twister looks over at Gadget, Hades and Dragon. “We need to get the security cameras up around the storeroom out back, and everywhere that they need to be inside the club. This needs to be done first thing. We don’t need any shit happening unexpectedly to any of the shipments when they start coming in.” The brothers that are here agree with this from all the nods and grumbles in agreement. There are even a few hell yeahs going around.

  “We can have cameras up and running around here by the end of the day tomorrow.” Hades speaks up as Gadget and Dragon nod in approval.

  “Yeah we can get it done. I brought everything I would need to set up all the tech for the cameras along with a few other special pieces that will be good for watching over the shipments and the club. I designed this little piece here that can go undetected that I want to put at the docks. That way when we send brothers in for pickups we have eyes on them from here.”

  Gadget’s like a fucking kid on Christmas morning when he talks about the shit he designs and builds. You would never know he was such a techy with the way the guy was built. Man’s almost seven feet tall and built like a linebacker.

  I chuckle, directing my attention back to Twister. “Stoney texted me this morning telling me that our contact with the Russians would be in touch with one of us within the next day or so. I’m thinking they’re going to want to set up the next shipment sooner rather than later now that we have a charter that’s closer to the docks. I’m betting they’re going to want to increase the amount of shipments now.”