Reclaimed

by Land, E. C.

  “Brothers, as I mentioned in church, Izzy is now my ol’ lady. Make sure she gets the respect she deserves,” I yell out. Not that I really need to, but I needed the clubwhores to hear my announcement as well. I know it won’t stop them from trying to get to my dick but the first time they do, their asses are out of here. I’ve already dealt with two clubwhores causing shit around here, don’t need the drama from it.

  Fuck, Thorn almost lost his twins because of that shit along with his ol’ lady.

  Shaking my head, I drag Izzy with me over to my bike. She hesitates when she sees where we’re headed.

  “Umm, I can take my car.”

  “Nope, you’re on the bike, babe.”

  “No, Twist, I’m not. I’ve never ridden.”

  “Babe, you’re either on the back of my bike or I get one of the prospects to go grab your shit. Your choice, now pick,” I tell her as I straddle my bike. There’s no way in hell I’m not having her on the back of my bike. The only other woman that has ever been allowed is Kenny. I’ve never wanted to have a woman ride bitch.

  “You are a pain in my ass, Twist,” she mumbles as she climbs on. I don’t bother with helmets since I plan to take the back roads all the way to her place. I want her to experience why we ride. The freedom you can have when you’re on a bike.

  It’s all part of my plan to show her how to live again without the pain she’s been feeling for so long. Starting now, Izzy is gonna learn that life is worth living. That her life is meant for more than taking all the blame, hurt, and venom that is thrown at her.

  Looking over my shoulder, I smile at her. “Hold tight, baby, it's time to start living,” I tell her just before starting my girl up. Pulling out of the lot, I throttle the bike letting Izzy feel the vibration between her legs. The way she squeezes her legs tighter around me is all I need to know she gets it.

  Izzy doesn’t realize it, but I’ve caught glimpses over the past year of the woman she can let herself be. All she needs to do is take my hand.

  I will do anything for her. Izzy is going to be mine completely, one way or another, and fuck whoever tries to take her from me. She isn’t going anywhere.

  Dragons Fire MC will start a fuckin’ war if they try!

  9

  Izzy

  I don’t know why everyone says motorcycles are death traps. Riding behind Twister I feel completely free. The wind whipping through my hair as we speed down the back roads. I will admit, he’s scared me a few times as he took a turn too sharply. But it's amazing. I might have to get my own. Maybe Twister will even help me find one and teach me how to ride.

  It doesn’t take us long to get to my place even taking the back way. I climb off the back of the bike when he motions for me to do so. I run my fingers through my hair feeling all the knots that the wind gave me.

  “Forgot to tell you to put your hair up, babe. Sorry about that. I’ll brush your hair out soon as we get up to your room,” Twister says as he climbs off and brushes a strand behind my ear. I close my eyes at the tenderness he shows me. I haven’t had anyone show such gentleness since Chase died. “Come on, baby, move that sexy ass of yours.” He places a hand at my lower back and guides me to the front door.

  Thankfully, I have a key hidden in one of those fake rocks since I left mine at the clubhouse. I would have had to give Twister my keys to hold if I had them on me anyway. Wearing his sweatpants is not the sexiest thing with them being so big on me but they’re clean. I can’t stand putting the same thing on twice. Even if it's to go outside to check the damn mail. I like to be clean.

  Walking into the house, I watch as Twister takes in my living room. It’s nothing special but it’s me. I have my tv on the wall and the stereo system hooked up to it. I love to blare my music as much as possible. During the week, I’m only home long enough to shower and sleep.

  “Baby, this house looks more like a model and not really lived in. You need some personality to it.” Twister finally turns to look back at me with a grim smile on his face.

  “Well, I’m never home long enough so what’s the point in decorating to fit me? Hell, I don’t really know what I would use to decorate. My life is work and sex, that’s it,” I mumble as I walk around him and go toward my room. I strip out of the clothes before moving to my dresser, debating on what to wear. I admit that I am obsessed with underwear. Grabbing a solid blue set that could rival Twister’s eyes, I slide the bottoms over my ass as I look over my shoulder to where he is standing, watching me with lust in his eyes.

  Turning back to the task at hand, I finish getting dressed in a pair of form-fitting jeans that show off my ass and a tee that I stole from Kenny. It’s one of her Outlaw Rack shirts that shows off just enough of my boobs.

  “Where’s your brush? I’ll go ahead and braid your hair before you pack a bag to take to the clubhouse,” he says as he moves in behind me.

  “You don’t need to brush my hair, I can do it myself.” I start to become defensive and let my walls build back up. I don’t know how he’s able to get under my skin so easily, but he does.

  “Stop getting bitchy and grab your brush. I ain’t got time for this arguing bullshit right now.” Twister slaps my ass hard enough to cause me to yelp.

  I walk into my bathroom, grabbing my brush and a hair tie before moving back to my room to find Twister sitting on the edge of my bed watching me. Moving to him, I throw the brush at him before turning to give him my back. I close my eyes to wait for him to begin.

  The first stroke through my hair sends me back to a time where my brother would sit there and brush the knots out of my hair after a long day at the ball field. The team let me sit with them after an incident that involved me getting beat up on the playground. After the team jumped the fence to come to my rescue, Chase deemed me the batgirl for the team. It may have seemed boring to others, but I got to be with my big brother and that’s all that mattered to me.

  After every game, win or lose, I got to do the victory dance with the whole team which involved me getting a noogie from each player. Before he would go out and party with his friends, he would make sure that I came home and got cleaned up. Never once did he get annoyed with me until I got older and started going through the party phase of my life.

  “Baby, you're killin’ me here, what’s with the tears?”

  I hadn’t even realized that Twister stopped brushing my hair and was now looking down at me as the tears fall down my cheeks. Should I tell him why? I don’t know if he can truly understand the pain it causes me to think of Chase. He was my best friend, my big brother and because of me, he is gone. I took him away from my parents, the one child they ever really wanted. I would trade places with him in a heartbeat if I could.

  I shake my head, unable to find my voice to tell him. I can’t, the pain is too great right now. He grabs my chin and forces me to look at him, sighing before shaking his own head. He releases my chin and moves back a step.

  “You know before the shit went down with my dad and the Bastard Sons MC, and my mom disappearing, I thought I had two of the best parents in the world. I remember when my parents found out that mom was pregnant with Kenny. She and dad were ecstatic, they thought they couldn’t have any more after me. They made sure that I knew I was gonna be a big brother and I got to even be with them when they found out she was a girl.

  “My dad, the day Kenny was born, placed her in my arms and told me that I gotta protect her no matter what. They would be disappointed to know that I hadn’t.” Twister pauses for a moment. “When I thought my mom left us, when my dad was killed, it gutted me. I didn’t understand how she could love us so much and then just abandon us. I hated her for more years than I want to think about. The moment I found out that she hadn’t left us but had been taken by the same MC that took out my dad, the pain was so much that I still feel it. So, baby, I know the pain you feel. Let me in, let me help you get to shore.”

  I let his words sink in. Twister knows the pain I feel. I want so badly to let him in, let him s
ee the darkness that truly lies in my broken heart. Broken, that’s a good one, it's more like shattered to pieces. Maybe there’s a chance I can put those pieces together just enough to want to live.

  “Twist, I want to let you in, honestly, I do, I just don’t know how,” I tell him. The look Twister gives me at that moment is what gives me the courage to make the biggest decision I have ever made. I’ve felt a connection to him from the moment I met him. So, instead of running any more, I take what he gives me, a chance to live.

  “I’ll let you in, Twist, but please understand, I’m a mess. Well, more than a mess. I’m a clusterfuck of one.”

  “Baby, I will take care of you, I promise. I want you to be happy and I want to give you what Kenny and Horse have. You deserve it. Hell, we both do. Will you be my ol’ lady, baby, for real and not this fake shit we talked about last night? I have wanted you for a long ass fuckin’ time, and I knew the moment that I saw you that you were mine,” Twister says moving over me as he pushes me to my back before lightly kissing each cheek wiping away the stray tears that have fallen.

  “I want to give us a go but I’m telling you now, Twister, I’ve never been in a relationship. I don’t know how to be in one. However, if you try to stick your dick in one of those clubwhores or anyone else, I will rip it off and make you eat it,” I murmur looking into his eyes.

  “You don’t have to worry about that shit with me, I promise. I haven’t fucked any of those bitches since the club moved here. That don’t mean I’ve been some choir boy. I have had them suck my dick to relieve the pent-up energy that I get. I have needs and I need them taken care of. I have no doubt in my mind that with you, you’ll keep my dick more than satisfied. Now, let me show my ol’ lady what she means to me without pain,” Twister says just before he kisses me with such passion— I don’t think I have ever experienced anything like it before.

  I close my eyes as he moves from my lips down my body, removing my clothes in the process. The moment he has my shirt off and bra gone, he gently kisses each one of my nipples, giving each one their own attention before moving further down my body. Removing my jeans, he kisses the top of my mound before spreading my legs enough for him to fit between them.

  “Have I told you how good you taste, baby?” he says kissing both sides of my inner thighs. The feel of his tongue slipping in my pussy draws a moan out of me. Twister doesn’t just eat me out, he takes his time making love to my pussy with that tongue of his.

  Twister brings me to orgasm twice with his tongue and fingers before he kisses his way back up my body, making his way to my lips, letting me taste myself on him. When he pulls away, he quickly removes his clothes and climbs up my body, plunging into me as he takes my mouth again. Twister takes his time thrusting in and out, going at a slow pace, bringing me to the peak as he caresses my body. When I start to shake from the overwhelming feelings that he draws out in me, he picks up his pace, sending me over the edge only to join me seconds later, calling out my name.

  Breathless, Twister pulls out of me, rolling to his side and drawing me with him as he runs his fingers down my back.

  “Baby, you have no clue what you do to me,” Twister whispers into my hair as I start to drift off into sex induced sleep.

  I may not know what I do to him, but I know what he does to me and the thought is a scary one.

  10

  Twister

  Over the past month, things have gone to complete shit. Rage was able to catch the two fuckers from the Dragons Fire MC and brought them to the club. Thorn did what he does best and got out of them that they wanted to use the docks for their women and drugs. When we asked them if Ratchet ordered it, they clammed up until Thorn pulled out one of his favorite toys, a pair of tin snips. Those pussies screamed like babies when he cut off their fingers.

  From what we were able to gather after that, Ratchet was being overthrown by others due to him wanting out of the game and the others didn’t agree. They like the money and plan to keep it that way. The Dragons Fire MC Vice President ordered these two fuckers to scope out the docks and watch for when we get our shipments. One of the pieces of shit also admitted that their VP was interested in Izzy. A price had been put on her head and she didn’t even know it. Some unknown had placed her up for auction. How? I don’t fuckin’ know, but I plan to find out.

  I’ve tried to convince Izzy to take some time off from work and the woman had the nerve to laugh in my face, telling me that when pigs fly, she will. The woman is a complete workaholic, even on the weekends. I put my foot down last weekend when she stormed into my office demanding to use my desk. That night had been interesting when Izzy ended up learning a valuable lesson on making demands. I wasn’t gonna have her working through the weekends anymore. Izzy needed to learn that there was more to life outside of work and she needs to learn that even if it’s gradually.

  Tonight, Izzy is supposed to have a girls night with Kenny and Lynsdey over at Outlaw Racks while the brothers and I party here. When Kenny found out about Izzy and myself being together, she had been pissed that we didn’t tell her. She ended up trying to ignore me which only lasted a day. I’m not one to be ignored, especially by my baby sister. Izzy’s barely heard from her but when Kenny called to set up girls night, Izzy jumped on the chance to hang out with her and Lynsdey.

  Watching Izzy getting ready is complete torture as she puts on a pair of skin-tight jeans that show off how gorgeous her bare ass is and a halter top without a bra. The woman has my dick throbbing behind my jeans looking at her with the knowledge of what’s underneath the clothes.

  “Babe, I can’t let you leave this room looking like that without me being with you. Those fuckheads down at the bar will be all over you,” I tell her as I move to stand in front of her.

  “What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?” Izzy asks sarcastically.

  “Besides the fact that you can clearly see you’re not wearing a bra, you look like a man’s wet dream right now. It would be different if I were gonna be there with you.” I shake my head letting her know she’s not gonna win this battle with me.

  “Seriously, asshole, I don’t need to put on a bra with this shirt. It covers everything, and my boobs are covered,” she says placing her hands on her hips.

  “The fact I can see your nipples poking out wanting my attention right now is fuckin’ why. So, either put a bra on or you’re not going,” I say brushing my fingers against her nipple pinching them and making her gasp.

  “Fine, I’ll put a damn bra on but I’m not putting underwear on. I’ll have panty lines and I don’t want that.” Izzy turns her back to me, moving to the drawer I cleaned out for her to put some of her shit in.

  I watch as she puts the bra on and fixes her shirt back in place. At least I don’t have to worry about the assholes getting close. I’ll have to send Jackson a text and let him know to keep a close eye on the girls while they’re at the bar. Knowing Jackson, he will make sure one of his men will stay close to the girls until we get there to pick them up. Kenny did well by hiring Soco Security Investigations. Those guys make sure to take care of any trouble they see. Even taught the staff ways to communicate with them if they are needed.

  “There. Is that better?” Izzy says as she turns towards me with a smirk on her face.

  “Be better if I were gonna be there,” I grumble as I pull her into me so she can feel how hard my dick is right now for her.

  “To bad, that beast of yours will just have to wait. I’m running late as it is,” she says as she wiggles out of my hold on her.

  “Fine, let’s get going. I’ll drop you off then come back here and chill until it's time to come get you,” I tell her as I move for the door.

  “I can drive myself there and you can just pick me up later. We can get my car tomorrow. I don’t want to mess my hair up before I even get there with the helmet.” The look in Izzy’s eyes tells me she’s determined to get her way on this.

  “Fine, but you don’t drive drunk, you got me?” At her no
d, I pull her in for a quick, hard kiss before walking her to the car. “Text me when you get there. I’ll be there later to get you.”

  “Yes, Sir,” Izzy says giving me a salute like a smart ass.

  In response, I give her a smack on the ass making her yelp in return. “Have fun, baby.”

  When I get back into the main room, I notice that most of the members are already there and getting the party started. Most of the clubwhores are already doing what they do best, pleasing my brothers. I’ve never been one not to participate. Hell, before we moved here, I would join in on the fun. Watching them all having a good time pulls a smile from me thinking about how I wouldn’t mind bending Izzy over the pool table as my brothers carried on with what they’re doing. Fuck, thinking about it makes my dick hard again. I’m gonna end up getting blue balls while I wait until I pick her up.

  “How about I take care of that for you? Seems you were left hanging,” Micky says running her hands along my dick. Grabbing her hands, I push her off of me.

  “No, Micky, I don’t need anyone to take care of my dick for me.” I move to the bar to grab a beer hoping she will leave me alone.

  “I don’t see what you see in that bitch. You can have any of us and we would do whatever you want,” Micky huffs.

  “Back the fuck away from me before I kick you out. I don’t need or want your used-up pussy. As you can see from looking around the room, there’s plenty of it for my brothers to enjoy, they don’t need you. Hell, most of them don’t want your ass here. Say one more thing about my ol’ lady and I will have no problem kicking your ass out the doors,” I tell her calmly before turning my back on her. The bitch needs to learn her place. With a huff, she turns and moves to the back of the clubhouse.