by Eden Rose
“Put him in the cell and on ice. We will have his trial tomorrow. Anyone volunteer to speak for him at the trial?”
If something goes on in the club, we give the members of the brotherhood a chance to stick up for themselves. However, you need a patched in and ranking brother to vouch for you. What they do is tell everyone the good that they’ve done.
No one says anything for a few minutes and I’m mentally preparing a noose for Smokey. The mother fucker tried to kill me by blowing me up with a bomb! I can’t believe that he would do something this crazy.
“Well, it looks like everyone has spoken. Prospects, I want you here tomorrow and ready to watch what is about to happen. You need to figure out which side you are on.”
Chantal
I’ve been lying in the bed for the past two hours going over countless emails that Smokey has sent to someone who referred to themselves as the Big Moose. There’s dozens of emails going back and forth and my imagination is running wild.
This Big Moose seems to be the driving force behind Smokey’s betrayal and I’m almost at the point where I can track down the original post. After I hit a couple of more buttons, I see a screen full of codes and there are files behind all of them.
The initial “Q” means something and the problem is once these people get wrapped up in the club life, they tend to stop going by their actual names. At least that is what I’ve found out from Google.
I pull up the FBI website and type in the aliases of both Big Moose and “Q”. While waiting for those to pop up, I take a look at the decoding on the other computer that I have set up. I’m waiting for each of my searches to come back with a hit and I’m getting impatient.
In order for me to not want to kick both computers across the room because I’m feeling stir crazy, I decide to take a shower. Joe’s shower is pretty big compared to my shower at my house and I like the fact that the glass wall goes all the way to the top as a steamer. I gather all of my shower supplies and take them to the shower to start it.
I take off my clothes and set them on top of one of my suitcases and I’m about to climb into the shower as my phone rings. Rolling my eyes because this could only mean that I have to hold off my shower for a few minutes longer, I go towards my phone and answer it.
Fuck my life. It’s Big Sir.
“Hello?” I answer the phone and wince a little at the harsh breathing that he’s doing against the phone.
“Well, well, well. If it’s not Pinky.”
I cringe and then look up at the sky as goosebumps take over my skin. “Big Sir, what can I do for you?”
Ever since our altercation earlier, I don’t know how to handle this. It hasn’t even been a day and I already feel as if I’m breaking his hold on me. Maybe it’s because I’m isolated in Joe’s room and it makes me feel safe or something…
“Don’t play coy with me, you little bitch. You got Slim Jim killed and then sent your boyfriend in here to clean up your fucking mess. You have balls of steel.”
I know, and I know you’re probably going to kill me.
I don’t say anything as I wait for him to finish what he’s going to say. Hell, I don’t even know what to say.
“I’ve moved up your payments and I want everything you fucking owe me by the end of the week. I will know if you bring someone and I will know if you’re fucking with me. Do I make myself clear?”
Before I answer, Joe’s bedroom door is thrown open and he’s standing over me with a pissd off look on his face. He yanks the phone out of my hand and begins talking into it. “Who the fuck is this?”
I don’t hear the growl from Big Sir but I could only imagine that he’s not happy with Joe interrupting our conversation again.
“Well, let me tell you how this is going to go. You stay the fuck away from my woman and my club. You go near any of them and I will fucking kill you. Do you understand me? I will kill everyone you care about and I will make it look like an accident. Hell, I might even make you fuckers disappear. Do I make myself clear?”
I’m guessing that Big Sir gave him the answer that he is wanting because Joe hangs up the phone and then walks over to me. “If this is what it’s like to have an ol’ lady waiting for me at home, I should have found you a long time ago.”
Before I speak, he has me picked up around the back of my thighs and he’s walking us to the shower. My legs are wrapped around his waist tightly and I feel the ridge of his hard dick against the crest of my bare pussy. I feel like I should say something but I don’t know what else to say. Instead, I overthrow my need to talk this to death and give into the passion that Joe can give me.
He sets me on the vanity in front of the mirror, and I instantly miss the heat of his body. However, the steam from the shower is giving me shivers. Slowly, he starts taking off his shirt in that sexy way that guys do. You know where they grab the back of the shirt and then rip it off? Yeah.
I don’t wait. Hell, I can’t wait to get my mouth on him. I lean in and run open mouth kisses up and down his chest. It’s a hard and chiseled chest full of dark whorls of ink in designs that make me hungrier. My tongue follows the dark lines that create the design of a bear on his right pec.
When Joe starts to undo his jeans, my mouth gets even hungrier and I watch greedily when he slips them off of his tapered waist. His jeans pool at his feet in a discarded pile and I grab a hold of his shaft.
“Were you thinking of me?” I question him as I shuttle my little hand around his big shaft.
I feel the need to have some validation that I mean something to him other just being a hole for him to sink into at night. As it is, I have let him in and let him get further into my life than I have ever allowed anyone and it’s scary. It’s so fucking scary but I love it.
He groans and throws his head back in a blond haired wave. His 5 o’clock shadow is more prominent right now and I lick my tongue against his jaw. I flick it up his bristly hair and he moans out loud.
He thrusts himself into my hand and I shuttle him faster and faster in my hand. “Hold me with both hands,” he bites out.
If he can’t give me the words or actions that I need to feel validated, I’m going to take him to his knees. Long after I have left, I hope he remembers me and the pleasure I have given him along with the insane amount of trust that I have placed in him.
Well, I’m going to do one better. I slide off of the vanity and lean in front of him. His dick is glistening with his arousal and I lick right there. Those piercings that drove me crazy earlier when he was deep in my body, look like a good place to tug with my teeth. I wrap my lips around the head of his dick and then bring my mouth down enough for the first set of his piercing to go past my teeth.
My teeth grab hold of the piercing and I lightly tug on them to elicit a moan from this bear of a man. I take both of my hands and wrap them around his ass cheeks in order to jam his hard dick in my mouth more. Joe sifts his fingers through the knots in my hair and begins to fuck my mouth.
I stop bobbing my head and let him do what he wants to do. “That’s it. Take my dick. Show me how much you love me fucking your mouth. Use your hands to cup your tits.”
I follow directions and I cup my tits to offer them to him. My jaw begins to hurt a little from his constant thrusting but I work through it.
What can I say? I love that I’m giving this man this much pleasure.
The Bear
Seeing Chantal on her knees in front of me offering her tits to me like I’m some kind of god, is enough to make me want to blow my load in her mouth. Fuck, that’s not a bad idea.
But, she needs to get off as well.
I pull on her hair to get her off of my dick and she moans out loud like I’m punishing her. “Get your ass in the shower and get ready for me.”
My eyes greedily follow her as she follows my directions like the perfect girl that she is. Her body is glistening from the steam of the shower and the light sheen of sweat. Needless to say, she’s gorgeous.
The water fl
ows over her body and her nipples pebble to impossibly hard peaks for me to look at. As the water streams down the slopes of her stomach, I know that it’s time for me to get in as well.
“Make room for me, baby,” I murmur.
I climb in the shower and then push her against the tiled wall away from the spray. “Please touch me, Joe. I need you to touch me,” she begs when I cage her into the wall.
“Where should I touch you?” I taunt.
“Anywhere. Everywhere. Please. I need to come. I’m so wet for you.”
Music to my ears.
“Hitch your leg around my waist and open yourself up for me. I want to feel how wet you are for me as I fuck you into the wall. Then, I want to come all over your pretty tits.”
Chantal picks her left leg up and wraps it around my waist which effectively opens herself up to me. I take this opportunity to grab her left ass cheek and thrust my hard as fuck cock in her. She groans out which echos in the bathroom.
“Fuck me,” she moans in my ear. Her hands grip my biceps and she’s holding on for dear life as I do exactly what she asks of me.
I fuck her hard.
“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” I confess in her ear as I rub my pubic bone against her clit. I know I’ve hit the right spot because her eyes fly open and she’s staring at me.
“I’ve been thinking about you, too,” she confesses back to me and then clenches her muscles around my dick. “I’ve been thinking about how you can make me come… How good your dick feels.”
Chantal’s head is pressed against the tile and her hair is a pink waterfall around her face. She looks angelic and it makes me laugh at the irony. I’m debauching the angelic out of her by making her come hard.
“Squeeze me like a silken fist. Let me feel your muscles tighten as you come.”
“Oh gooooooodddddddddd!”
I know the exact moment that she’s coming because her nails bite into the flesh of my biceps hard. She’s coming so hard that it’s rippling through her body. Her arousal is so hot that it almost burns me.
I piston my hips mercifully against hers and her back hits the tile wall more and more. I don’t care if she’s bruised up when we are done, as long as I make her come again. “Come one more time for me, baby. One more time. I just need one more.”
Chantal’s nails are digging into my biceps so roughly that I know she broke skin. “I… I… Fuck!” She yells out and then brings her face into the crook of my neck. I feel her teeth sink into my skin and she hisses through her teeth.
The sharp sting of her teeth are enough to push me over the threshold that I was holding onto. My back spasms and my balls tighten up as my orgasm threatens to be released. “I’m going to come. Get on your knees, baby. Get on your knees and get ready for me to come all over your pretty tits.”
She’s wobbly at first when I let go of her leg and she puts it on the shower floor. Even though she’s wobbly, she gets on the floor and wraps her puffy lips around the head of my cock. Her eyes are shiny with lust and something else that I have never witnessed on a woman before. The look is so alien to me, but I want to see it again. “Come in my mouth and my tits, Joe. Shower me with it.”
God damn. This woman is as big of a tease as me.
Each pass of her lips, she takes me further in her mouth and I feel her throat muscles relax to bring me in deeper. The head of my dick erupts from the sensations of her velvety mouth and I come down her throat. Each spurt is met with her eager moan and she winks at me like a pro.
Without even realizing that I did it, I was leaning over her with my arms resting on the shower wall that I had her pressed up against. My back spasms and I thrust involuntarily deeper into her mouth but it doesn’t phase her.
No, Chantal is a goddess.
“Damn, baby. Where have you been all of this time?” I question her as I pick her up gently.
She smiles and gets to her feet. She’s still a little unsteady but once she’s at her full height, she kisses the bear on my chest.
“What’s with you and my tattoos?” I question her.
Chantal tilts her head to the side and then leans in to kiss the bear again. “What can I say? I like kissing them.”
With that, the little vixen walks around me and goes about washing her hair. I take the body wash bottle and put some in my hands to rub on her body. She hums her appreciation as I rub her heavy tits.
She shakes her ass against my dick and I know that I would just want to take her again. “No, no, pretty girl. Wash your hair and get your ass out of this shower. We have a party to get to.”
I push open the curtain and Chantal looks out the curtain to watch me dry off. “Don’t you want me to wash your back, honey?” She murmurs.
Oh fuck it. I throw the towel down and get back into the shower. This time, I allow her to wash my body and when she takes extra care in washing my dick, I knew that I found the perfect woman for me.
After everything is done and my club is put back together, I’m going to make this girl officially mine. In the club, when we make a woman ours- fully ours- we have a huge party and everyone gets introduced to us as a couple. I want everyone to know that this pink haired pixie has totally tamed the wild bear and I’m falling for her.
My dick gets harder as she rubs it and I know she’s getting happy about it. She’s standing in front of me and she’s got this mischievous smile on her face like she’s doing this on purpose.
“Are you teasing me, baby?” I murmur to her.
She gives me an innocent look and then drops her hand from my dick. “Who? Me? I would never tease you.”
With the time that I was toweling off, she must have finished washing her hair because she climbs out of the shower and grabs a towel off of the rack above the toilet. My dick is rock hard even though I came so fucking hard minutes ago down her throat and I’m thinking she’s liking this.
I do my best to think of something else. Great. As I think of something else, all of the bull shit with the club comes to mind and my boner dies off. With that, it’s time to get out of the shower.
A lot of the brothers aren’t pleased with the fact that I’m still throwing a party tonight but I don’t give a fuck. We need to have a good time before total anarchy breaks out. I’m not saying that I don’t know that this is going to happen. What I’m say is, we all need to blow off steam. I need to blow off some steam big time and I’m sure others do as well. Plus, I want to show off Chantal.
This is not THE party, this is a party to welcome Half Ball back and for everyone to see that he’s okay. It’s important to put on the illusion that we are whole and I’m hoping that it’s true.
After stepping into some jeans and then putting a henley on, I look over at Chantal putting lotion on her body. Her hands glide up and down her legs and it’s getting me hungry all over again. Her hands reach up and cup her tits to spread the lotion on them and her little nipples harden at the touch.
“You are going to be the death of me,” I murmur and put on my cut.
“Whatever do you mean?” She quips and then reaches over to the side of the bed to grab her bra. I watch as she covers those lush tits up and I adjust myself in my jeans. “You look to be enjoying yourself.”
Knowing that I would totally fuck her again, I figured that right now is as good of time as any to let her know what is happening and what could be happening. Things in the club are going to get rocky and I don’t need the blowback to fall on Chantal.
I walk over to the bed and push aside her computer to sit where she was sitting. Instead of bringing up the club and the problems that could fucking happen, I have a thought that pops in my head. “Baby, uh, we’ve been having sex without a condom…”
She smirks and slides her gorgeous ass into a pair of tighter than fuck jeans. “I’m on the pill. Are you clean?”
Why the fuck is the thought of her on the pill making me angry? I’ve never wanted kids. I’ve never wanted to do the whole married thing and live in a house
with 2.5 kids. Never have I considered myself to be a father figure or even a husband. I’ve been wrapped up in club life forever and this has been everything that I wanted. Well, until I met Chantal and now she’s everything that I wanted that I didn’t know that I could want.
The fact that she’s so blunt about asking if I’m clean is enough to make my head swirl. “Uh, yeah. I don’t ever fuck my women raw. You’re the first one that has made me lose control to the point where I forget my own name,” I confess to her.
“Well, I guess that’s a good thing?” She says it like a statement but then changes it to sound like a question.
“It’s a very good thing. Come here.”
She doesn’t balk and I grow impatient from her not listening to me. “Get your ass over here,” I command more forcefully.