Revelators MC: Highway To Hell

by Britt Collins

  He teasingly takes his cock from her mouth. Then he shoves her head down further between his thighs. “Suck my balls.”

  He strokes his cock as she obediently obeys.

  Her eyes captured his as he beings to moan. She sucks and slurps; pleasing him has her cunt throbbing.

  He’s too close to shooting his creamy white seed all over her face. As much as he wishes to shove himself back down her throat and see her swallow, he needed to feel himself inside of her. Reluctantly, he pulls out of her mouth and brings her face to his. Their mouths found each other for a moment. Then he let his lips glided across her chest and he took one of her nipples into his mouth. She moans and arches as he lays her on her back. He hooks her legs in the crook of his arms and he thrust himself inside of her. She squeals out loud as he starts to pound away at her, hard and fast.

  She looks up into his eyes the same way that she’d fantasied so many times before. “Aww, shit!” She cries out.

  “This what you want bitch? You want it hard?”

  “Yes, yes!”

  He grabs her throat, squeezing just a bit, he didn’t want to scare her, yet. “Beg!” He growls.

  “Please fuck me hard. PLEASE!”

  He slaps and sucks her bouncing tits.

  “Fuck me hard with that big cock of yours.”

  “Are you mine bitch? Are you mine?” He needs to hear her say it just like he’d fantasized.

  “Yes, Yes I’m yours!” She bites down onto his shoulder.

  “Yes, that’s it baby!” He growls into her ear. Hearing her wanting it rough, nearly sent him over the edge. Deeper, harder, faster, he pounds into her. “Fuck!” He yells as he captures her mouth to keep his control. Her tight pink walls sucked him in and he wants to stay there forever.

  “Yes, yes!” She screamed out against his mouth. As her nails claw at his back.

  He felt her body tremble as an orgasm ravages her body. He follows with his own cry as he spills himself deep inside of her. He stays there as he cups her face in his hand. They stared at each other for a moment, as they both breathed caught their breath.

  He scoots off of her and pulls her in close. She laid her head on his chest. This felt right. “Do you still want to call the cops on me?” He laughed.

  “Nope, not yet. I need you to do that again a few more time.” She chuckles as she licks the sweat from his chest.

  “Oh, so it’s like that huh?” He turns her face up to his and kisses her again.

  “I loved it!” She felt a sense of bliss.

  “Hey, my accident mess me up in more ways than just physical. Know what I mean? I should have asked you out a while ago. I wanted too, but I just didn’t feel like myself.”

  “I can understand that. It was a traumatic thing that happened to you.” She rubs her hand across his taunt, stomach. “I should have said something to you too, but I always have competition at Motions.” She smiles but she means it. “You flirt with everyone.”

  He snickered. “No, sweetheart, they flirt with me. It’s a biker thing.”

  She genuinely smiled this time. “Yeah, it is a biker thing.”

  “It’s all good now you gave up the cookie babe, I don’t have to ask you out now,” he snickered.

  “Oh my God, did you just say gave up the cookie?” She starts to laugh.

  “Yep, you did. I’m pretty sure I’m going to be eating more from that cookie after I rest up a bit.”

  She continued to laugh.

  “Your pussy is tight, I love that. You’ll have to worry about me doing that fisting shit. I hate loose pussy.”

  She gets up on her elbow and look at him. “You did not just say that?”

  “It was a compliment,” he looks at her curiously.

  Chanel shook her head as she continued to laugh. “Compliment huh?” She chuckles. “Alright Mr. No Filter, tell me, have you ever had a fantasy about me?”

  “Of course I did. Do you know how difficult it was to concentrate, looking through that glass at Motions? You sitting there looking good enough to eat got me through those hard days. Usually with a hard on.” He reaches over and cups her chin. “How could I not notice you?” His beautiful eyes soften. “Plus, we spoke more times than when I was making a new appointment. I also use to quiz Jerry about you.”

  “Did you learn anything interesting?”

  “A little bit of this and a little bit of that. I watched you more than anything. Do you know that you bite down on your lower lip; the right side when you’re trying to figure something out? It’s cute. I know about your ex-husband too. He’s out of the picture right?”

  “Jerry told you about him?” She asked.

  “I know people who can find out information for me. Are you over him?”

  “Yes, I’m over him. I was done with him before I even filed. I just had to get some things together before I left.”

  She said as she snuggles against him. “This is really strange you know?” She said. “It doesn’t feel real.”

  “When I stick my cock deep inside of you again, I guarantee that it will feel real!” He said as he played with her hair.

  “That’s not what I meant. Last night at the club, you showed up in the middle of the night. It doesn’t seem real.”

  “It’s all real babe.”

  She raises her hand and trace the scar on his face with her finger. “You’ve been through a lot. It’s amazing that you’ve recovered so quickly.”

  “Does the scar bother you?” It concerned him if she found it unappealing.

  “No,” she caressed his face. “It doesn’t bother me. I think you’re gorgeous, sexy and irresistible.” She lowered her hand and wrapped it around his thick cock.

  “My recovery hasn’t felt quick. I’m still not one hundred percent.”

  “It felt like you were a hundred percent a few minutes ago.” She snickered. “Were you shocked to see me in Kickers last night?” She asked as she starts to stroke him again.

  “Shocked is an understatement.”

  “It was scary walking in there, but I was a woman on a mission. I wanted you so bad.”

  “Wanted?”

  “Want, I want you.”

  “That is a much better answer. How are you handling what went down last night? Be honest with me.”

  “I don’t know. Like I said, nothing seems real.” She hugs him tight. “Were they after you?”

  He didn’t answer right away. “I’m not sure. Sometimes it’s difficult to tell in my lifestyle when something is an accident or on purpose.”

  “Do you get scared?”

  “Do I get scared of what?”

  “The outlaw biker thing? The Revelators have a big reputation around here but you already know that.”

  “It’s all I know. I grew up in the biker lifestyle. My stepfather Roland is club president. My step-brother Clutch is the club secretary; you met him last night.”

  “Shouldn’t it be administrative assistant?” She laughed.

  Mud Dawg joined her in the laughter. “Yep, I guess you’re right. No one has secretaries anymore. We can put admin ass on his patch.” They both continued to laugh.

  “Do you have other family around here, brothers, sisters?” She loves that she’d gotten to know more about him.

  He shook his head no. “I guess I should say not that I know of. Don’t know who my real father is and who knows what secrets my mom has. We aren’t that close.”

  “Does she live around here?”

  “Yeah, she comes to the bar every now and then. Usually it’s to borrow money.”

  His phone starts to ring. He got up from the bed and walks over to his cut and took out his phone.

  She sat up as she watched him answer the call. Her gut told her that their moment of happiness is over. She doubted that it would happen again, but she wished it would. Not just the sex, but the conversation. He made her feel at ease, almost as if they’d known each other a long time. Honestly, she didn’t want just a random screw in the bathroom, she w
ants him.

  He walked out of the room as he starts to speak on the phone. She let out a deep sigh, yeah, he has a wife or girlfriend. She got up from the bed and heads into the bathroom. Her intent is to wash away the guilt of feeling like a home wrecking whore.

  When she finished showering, he was already dressed and sitting on the side of the bed. “I’m needed over at the clubhouse,” he said as he stood up. “It shouldn’t take long. We’ll go out when I come back. I’ll get you better locks. I might even buy you lunch since you did put out.”

  He smiles and her knees felt weak. “Yeah, okay,” she faked a smile.

  He didn’t want to leave, but Roland called a meeting. She looks delicious standing there. Water dripping, a wet towel wrapped around her curvy body. There’s nothing more he wants at this moment than take her back into the bedroom. “What’s your phone number? I probably should have asked you that before breaking into your house. Then climbing into your bed,” he joked.

  “It’s okay. I was having a whore moment so it’s all good.”

  “I’m not leaving because I want to,” he could see the uneasiness on her face. “I have to go. You’re not a whore. I don’t want to hear you say shit like that again. We clear on that? Granted I’ll call you a whore while we’re fucking but that just my thing.”

  She shrugged as she gave him her number. “Do you think it’s a good idea for you to put my number in your phone?”

  He looks up at her once he finish adding her to his contact list. “What do you mean? Why wouldn’t it be alright?”

  “What if your wife or girlfriend finds my number or are you in an open relationship?”

  He arched an eyebrow.

  She hates that she thought it made him look even sexier.

  “I don’t have a wife or girlfriend.” He said as he walks towards her.

  “If you say so.” She didn’t know if she believed him. “You can message me sometime, maybe we can go on a real date.”

  “I do say so.” He kissed her.

  She automatically falls into his embrace. The kiss didn’t last long enough for either of them. His phone beeped this time. She had a moment of déjà vu.

  He broke from her and read the text message. “I know what you’re thinking, but it’s not my wife or any woman. The club president, my stepfather called a meeting, it’s called Church. I have to go because I’m an officer in the club. I have to be there, I’m the road captain,” he pointed to the patch on his leather. “This is just another one of the officers wanting to know if I’ll stop and pick up some food on the way,” he laughed. “I’m going to have to keep you out of your own head. Stop trying to end this before we’ve given it a chance to begin.”

  Chanel fought back against her nerves. “End this? We only hooked up.”

  “You don’t just hook up with random people?”

  “How do you know what I do or don’t do?”

  “I watch, I listen, I learn.”

  “Hmm.”

  “I’ll be back as soon as I’m finished at the clubhouse.”

  “I have plans,” she lied. All signs really did point to him having a wife or girlfriend.

  “Break’em, I said I’m coming back as soon as I finish with my club.”

  Seville is right. How could a man like this be single? “Just call me later.” Chanel starts to walk away and he grabs her by the arm.

  “I told you I’m coming back after the meeting. I’ll be here, just like last night when I said I was coming back.” He took a moment to control his tone and not sound like such an asshole. It’s too soon for her to see that side of him. Playfully he smacks her on the ass.

  “Those women that brought you to physical therapy; you don’t see any of them?”

  “Well shit I see them every day. If you’re asking if one of them is my Ol’lady the answer is no. So what does that tell you?” He turns and walked out, leaving her standing there with that thought.

  She stood there as the door closed with trepidation and excitement covering her face.

  Chapter Three

  Mud Dawg tosses the bag of breakfast sandwiches down onto the table as he sat down next to Clutch. Roland soon walked in after him. Roland looked around the table. Mud Dawg could clearly read the annoyance on Roland face. Yoke, a dark haired club brother with green eyes is high as a kite. Everyone thought that Yoke and he looked alike. Personally, he didn’t see the resemblance. He shook his head at Yoke. Roland didn’t tolerate that at Church. “Idiot,” he mouthed at Yoke.

  Officers grab the sandwiches as Roland began talking as soon as his ass hit the seat. “Yoke, this is your first, last and only warning. Don’t walk up in Church fucking wasted. We clear? Your bad judgement is going to cost you a grand.”

  “Sorry Pres.” Yoke nodded in agreement. “I wasn’t expecting you to call a meeting today.”

  Roland glared at him for several more moments, then he addressed the officers of the club. “I called this meeting for several reasons. First, I got word from a new crew that calls themselves Kachin.”

  “What do they want?” Vulture pinched his face together, which reflected how he got his road name. He looks like the carnivorous bird.

  “The Kachin; they have money and they need guns.” Roland continued on.

  “What do we know about them?” Mud Dawg asked.

  “Not much just from Chicago by way of Burma.”

  “It’s Myanmar now,” Curly reddish blonde haired Tallahassee jokingly states. In college, he was the star quarterback for Florida State, for less than a year. His cocky attitude and temper got him kicked off the team when he punched the coach and the assistant coach. He blew his shot at a career in the NFL, they blackballed him. No other college would take him.

  Tallahassee thinks that he would have fucked up his professional career. He has a self-destructive tendency.

  “What I do know for sure is their money is green and American.” Roland answered.

  “Is it really worth our time?” Clutch inquires.

  “They don’t want a lot, some handguns and a few AK’s; just enough to test the water with us. Plus, we need to do something about our cash flow after the hit we took from the Jones brothers.”

  “We got that. We should be alright gun wise if we sell them a few items.” Einstein replied. He stands six-foot six, three hundred and ten pounds of solid muscle. He’s a huge African American male with a skull tattoo on the back of his bald head. He’s freaking genius with a psychotic personality.

  “Anyone appose to testing the water with this new crew?” Roland looks around the table and everyone nods in agreement. “Second thing, the shooting at Kickers; we own Apache Grove, we have loyal supporters. Chief Purnell is in our pocket along with a lot of suits. We’re on good terms with everyone around here. So who the hell is shooting at us?”

  “Could be something, could be nothing at all, other than some drunk asshole playing with a gun.” Mud Dawg said as he took out a cigarette. “Only Chanel and I were outside I sincerely doubt that anyone was trying to kill her. I guess it could have been someone after me. Whoever it was can’t shoot worth shit. They just fucked up her car and a few others.”

  “Your little chocolate bunny, how cute,” Yoke teased. “You must be feeling that piece; I heard you rode her on your bike.”

  Mud Dawg smiles. “She’s the one that works at the physical therapy place.”

  “It’s about damn time you hit that.” Vulture said with a smile as he laughed. “For a minute there we thought she was a figment of your imagination.”

  Mud Dawg flipped him off with both hands. “I didn’t talk about her a lot.”

  “Look at you trying to get your swirl on,” Vulture laughed.

  The men at the table erupted into laughter.

  “Mud Dawg done finally found him a bunny worth keeping,” Roland joined in on the mocking.

  “She isn’t the first chocolate bunny he’s eaten,” Einstein cracked up laughing.

  “Did either of you see anything?”
Yoke inquired.

  “Hispanic male, young, that’s about it” Mud Dawg smiled. “I only noticed the car because it was going to slow down the street, it looked suspicious.”

  “The Amigos?” Einstein asked.

  “Maybe or it could it be a new crew trying to initiate someone,” Clutch suggested.

  “I’ll check into it” Einstein replied. “Dig around and see what I can find. I’ll talk with my cousin over at Archangel. That club is jumping by the way. It was a good investment for the club.”

  “Cool,” Vulture responded. “We need the money.”

  “Hey, I had that bar fight with one of the Amigos a few weeks.” Yoke focused his attention onto the conversation. “Maybe someone was after me and not Mud Dawg since everyone says we look alike. I also pissed off 9 Iron,” Yoke replied.

  “9 Iron, one of the Filthy Vicious?” Mud Dawg asked as he shook his head like a disappointed parent.

  “I didn’t do it on purpose. All I said was I saw Delilah getting out of the Escalade of that Dominican dude, Thiago or whatever his name is.”

  All of the men sitting at the table let out a united groan.

  “Everyone knows you don’t speak about Delilah to him.” Clutch chuckled. “They’ve been off and on for years and when they are off like right now. Don’t bring up her name to him. That man isn’t dealing with a full deck to begin with.”

  “I’ve pissed off a lot of people over the years. Maybe they all banded together.” Yoke laughed at the idea but anything was possible.

  “Do you think the shooting and your accident could be connected?” Einstein asked Mud Dawg.

  “I doubt it. I mean my accident was a year ago. I think that it was just a drunk or some dumb ass person texting and driving. I mean fuck I would have fled too, if I ran over one of us.”

  “Do you remember the make and model of the car from last night?” Roland was asking not only as club president, but a concerned father. Eric might not be his blood, but he damn sure thought of him as his son.

  “Yeah, a dark blue Buick LaCrosse; an 06 I think.” Mud Dawg motions to Yoke. “What year was that one you sold, the white one?”

  “It was a 2006.”