by Snow, Nicole
“Gonna ask you a favor before you take my cock for the first time, babe.” She looked at me, her green eyes wide and curious. I tipped her chin up with one hand, digging my fingers into her sweet face with a master's touch. “Promise you'll come away with me. Take a leap of faith.”
Her face crinkled up and she laughed. “You're crazy! It's my first time, yeah, and I want it to be with you. But this is just sex...isn't it?”
“No.” I grabbed both her wrists and threw them over her head, pinning her beneath me. “You've gotta be the only girl associated with the club here who hasn't been corrupted. You don't fuck for money or prestige or just to get your rocks off with a man wearing this ink. Oki did a damned good job shaping you, hardass that he is, but it's time for you to fly. Spread those sexy wings. Let me take you the rest of the way home.”
“Blackjack, I really can't. We barely know each other. It's too crazy, too –”
I shut her up with a hand across her mouth. “And I'm telling you, I don't give a fucking shit. We're about to know each other the most carnal way a man and woman can. Shit, I want more than just your pussy, too. For a bastard like me, that's a first. I know I'll want those green eyes shining into mine every damned night once I've had a taste. I'll need you under me, against me, warming my bed. One more week, and I'll know if I want to put my brand on you. Don't make me fuck with my oath to the club, babe. Because if you stay here, I know I'll be heading back to Spokane when I really shouldn't, anything to feel your pussy clench on my cock.”
She gasped. Soft, seductive, and totally shocked.
“Be mine. No second guesses. Wear my brand, ride my bike, take my fire.”
She shook her head in disbelief. I'd just said the most serious words a man in this club can say to a woman, and she knew it.
I pulled my hands off her, letting her move. Wordlessly, she threw her arms around my neck, inching her hands lower, over my shoulders. She pulled at my cut, desperate to have me just as unwrapped as her.
I reared up and started taking my clothes off. Fucking relief to shed the leather cut and then my shirt. I lifted my legs to tear off my jeans, my boxers, and then folded her against me, both of us fully naked.
We were hot, overwhelmed, totally desperate to be joined. My dick roared every waking second to be inside her, but I ignored it, not 'til I had an answer.
Rolled her on the ground and folded her against me. My hand reached around her thigh, pushed between her legs, and started to rub where my mouth left off.
She moaned, arched her ass into my cock, gasping when she found it.
“You'll get fucked good and hard soon. But only after you tell me 'yes' to everything I said. Come with me, baby, tell me you're climbing on my bike when we get dressed again and hit the open road. It's the only way we'll really get to know if this black magic shit between us is half as good as I think it is. Plus it's the only thing that'll keep your old man from killing us both when he finds out...”
“Blackjack – oh!” She whimpered, temporarily losing her mind when I started stroking her clit, pushing my dick a little closer to her slit.
My tip grazed her entrance, just below her raised leg, ready to sink in, own her, claim her as mine.
“Say it,” I growled. Gave her one more brush stroke across the clit with my thumb, and then I stopped, refusing to dole out any more 'til she gave it all up.
“Yes!” It hissed out her honey lips like the softest breeze.
“Couldn't hear you, babe. This dick can't go in 'til I get it loud, clear, proud. No more confusion.” My cock's head ached like a motherfucker as I rubbed it over her sopping wet entrance. Somehow, I kept myself from ramming it balls deep, taking her cherry before I had the rest of her life.
“I'll do it, Blackjack. It's crazy, but I'll do it. Now, please...put it in.”
“Fuck,” I whispered, smoothing her throat with a kiss. “Thought you'd never ask.”
My free hand slid to her thigh, pulled her leg up, and kept it open for me. One push with my hips and there wasn't any stopping it.
I sank into her with a groan. My balls blazed like coals when her soft, slippery heat surrounded me. I pushed in steady, taking what was mine, secretly vowing I'd be the only man who ever got this pussy wrapped around my dick.
Lizzie took it like a good girl. I kissed her, steadied my strokes, pulling back and thrusting into her good and hard and slow. She only winced once, and I could tell by the sounds coming out of her that I'd already punched through her virgin pain, replacing it with sheer pleasure instead.
We fucked underneath the blanket, side to side, my hips crashing into hers. Drilled her so fucking deep I swore I could feel her soul. Her pulse quickened, and she thrashed a little more in my hands. The fist I had around her sweet red hair pulled tighter, holding her like reigns, and her thigh muscles stiffened as I pushed her to release.
“You're always gonna belong to me,” I told her, just before she came. “Don't give a damn how psycho it sounds, or how many times I'll shake your delicious ass before you figure out I'm serious.”
My cock deepened its strokes as I growled my next words.
Harder. Faster. Meaner.
“Lizzie, baby, fuck. You know exactly what you are, right?” I snarled, plucking her ear with my teeth. She whimpered before I said the words. “My. Fucking. Property.”
Soon as the girl heard property, she went off like dynamite. I fucked her harder as she tightened around me, hot and wet and wild. Her leg spasmed in my hand and she buried her face in her shoulder, trying not to scream, pulsing out her climax in savage little grunts.
We fucked harder still. I wasn't done with her, not by half, and I'd make her come two more times before I finally let go of the molten load building in my balls. I rolled on top of her, ripped off her shirt and bra, fucking her twice as fast the second time.
She moaned louder as I rolled her over, got between her legs, pushing her down. I slammed her into the ground, throwing the blanket off us. We were naked for the stars and the moon to watch the filthy show going on beneath them, and I wanted them to take a good long look at how I fucked this woman, deeper and better than I'd ever taken any slut.
I'd never believed in natural chemistry 'til I blew it all inside her. That moment, when I tensed up, my whole body burned like some bastard crept into my bones and lit them all on fire.
“Fuck, baby, fuck!” I growled, feeling her bare ankles jabbing into my ass, spurring me to shoot it deep. “That's it, that's it. Milk every damned drop.”
“Yes, fuck!” If she regretted spitting that vulgar word, I couldn't tell with the rosy red sheen across her face.
My orgasm exploded inside her, good and raw. I fucked it all out, embracing the wild, manic energy, wondering if I'd feel any different when it was finally over.
She screamed and came on my cock for the umpteenth time that night. Her pussy got a hundred times wetter as my seed filled it, and still I didn't stop, fucking straight through it without even going soft.
I wasn't gonna stop. Couldn't stop fucking her.
That told me more than anything else that this crazy spell wasn't getting broken just because I'd lost my nut.
That black magic shit wasn't going anywhere. Not 'til I owned her so damned deep neither of us were coming up from it. Ever.
The last time I came, she was right on the edge, her hands and legs both shaking. I'd spread her out under me, mounted her from the behind, driving into her so rough her breasts swung beautiful.
The pleasure of her perfect cunt sinking down on my dick over and over again short-circuited my brain. Then hers, too.
We came together, screaming and craning our backs, staring up at the pinprick stars in the sky while our bodies thrashed. Couldn't stop feeling that gentle light washing through us, like something otherworldly binding me to this woman, this chick I still wanted to fuck when I was totally spent.
We rolled together and I held her in my arms, stroking her hair 'til she fell asleep. We slept out i
n the open, naked before the universe, and I thought about whether or not I was serious about leaving with her tomorrow.
Yeah, fuck yeah, I was. We'd be riding out at dawn, straight down to NorCal, where we'd build a new life together.
It was crazy claiming a girl like this, but what the hell ever really made sense in this fucked up world? If I wanted to play it safe and sane, I'd have never donned the patch. I'd have sat in some office or joined a construction crew, jacking myself off and living paycheck to paycheck, never experiencing more than a moment's excitement with weak beer in a sports bar.
This was the life, the same one Lizze and me got ourselves pulled into by being born in it. We'd embrace it, squeeze it by the throat, choked the shit out of that bitch 'til she gave us everything we deserved.
And I meant everything.
No bullshit. For the first time in my thirty two years on this earth, I fell asleep content, ready to start a new chapter with more to it than killing, boozing, and fucking my way to respect.
III: Bitter, Bitter Fruit (Blackjack)
Five beautiful years passed like a rolling storm.
The whole damned world changed, along with the club, and so did our lives.
We settled just outside Sacramento. I'd transferred to a charter with men who rewarded me on merit, rather than my family name.
So much had happened, the kind of glorious, torturous excitement that told me I was balls deep in my prime.
Lizzie got her brand, and I started calling her my old lady. Oki rode down shortly after he heard about it, got to me at a club party one night, pulling me aside and knocking several teeth out.
I laughed at him through the blood pouring out my lips, knowing he couldn't do shit about it. I owned his daughter now, and I'd keep her forever.
My girl was addicted to me. I was addicted to her. I told him as much, and said if he didn't fucking like it, then he could skip the wedding in a few months.
Oki swore at me, threw a fucking bottle at my head, sank to his knees and cradled his bruised knuckles after I dodged the glass and heard it smash into a million pieces behind me. I laughed at him and stuck out a hand, offering him an olive branch.
“Get up, old man. You don't have to fight me.”
“Fuck you!” Oki spat, slapping at my hand like a girl. “Where's my fucking daughter? She's coming home with me. I won't let her marry a prick like you. I'll fucking kill you with my own bare hands! She's not marrying you, Blackjack – Lizzie's better than some fucking pig who shot a guy twenty-one times!”
I braced myself for him to jump up and charge, but he didn't. He was waiting, just holding it all in for me to lay it on thick.
My closest brother, Wheeler, laughed behind me, his eyes glowing with respect. He had a wife and a baby son, a kid named Travis, who'd probably grow up to be just as big and bad as the rest of us. He knew exactly what was on the line.
“Don't think you want to turn this club's founding clubhouse upside down. I sure as shit don't. You know what Fang does to guys who shit on his home turf?”
The national Prez was ruthless. Sometimes so much he made my skin crawl.
“Yeah, I do, asshole,” Oki snarled, his gray mustache twitching like a brush. “And I'll let myself get drawn and quartered if it means keeping my Lizzie out of this fucking bullshit!”
“You're not keeping my girl from her future husband. If you're looking for a heap of bullshit, maybe you ought to look in the mirror, old man. The second I put my brand on her I swore I'd never fuck anyone again, and I'm living by my promise.”
“It's true,” Wheeler pipped up behind me, nodding at my former Prez. “Blackjack's one of the most honest guys here. Hasn't so much as had a fucking lap dance since the day he came down here with the redhead.”
Oki stood up, his face glowing red, fists shaking at his sides. “This shit better be true. You stole her from me, and that's a goddamned crime. But if you really love her, swear on your colors you're gonna treat her right...”
We locked eyes. I pulled off my cut, flung it around, grabbed it by the patch on the back. I gave the bear in permanent roar above my bottom rocker a kiss, right across his gnarled teeth.
“I swear on this patch, on this life and next, old man. Your girl's in good hands. I'll protect her and give you a few grandkids you can be proud to call family.”
“Fuck you,” he grunted, extending a hand with a skull and a date stamped on the back, 1945, the year that sent him home too screwed up to be anything except an outlaw. “Just because I'm deciding not to crack your skull open doesn't mean I'll quit saying it.”
“I can live with that.”
Behind us, Wheeler laughed again, and I heard him chugging beer. The good times were about to roll.
No, it wasn't perfect, but what the hell ever was?
We were into the early nineties. The club had some dirty shit going down with the other guys, drugs flowing through our routes and rumors of war with other MCs. The Devils, the Scorps, the cartels south of the border – any last one of those motherfuckers might challenge us and put our lives on the line soon.
All the more reason to make peace, get this fucker to approve of me owning his daughter. I loved her with my entire heart. That was all I needed, love and allegiance to the club.
Men like Oki were part of an older generation, and their time was ending in this MC. The future belonged to guys like Wheeler and me.
Whenever my hair turned as gray as Oki's, I swore I'd have all the pieces in place. I'd figure out the shit the older guys couldn't while they did filthy deals and fucked around on their women. I'd make this club great, just as soon as I made Lizzie the happiest girl on this rock whirling around the stars.
* * * *
At the three year mark, she gave me a son. I remembered the week we made him, right down the day, breaking in a new bed in a cozy new house just outside the city.
We fucked our brains out like we'd only been married for a week instead of an entire year.
She ballooned before my eyes, growing with my seed, turning more beautiful than any girl should as she crossed into her early twenties, pregnant and happy. Each night, I held her a little closer, kissed her brow, reminded her how real this thing between us would always be.
My guts ache when I think about the day I met my kid with Lizzie holding him in the little hospital bed. She looked up at me, her jade green eyes brighter and hotter than ever, amazed at the miracle we'd made.
“He's got your cheekbones,” she said, giving me a smile as big as the Milky Way.
“Babe, this kid's gonna be handsome as the devil himself. Straight up killer.”
Her face went dark when I said the K-word. She stiffened up in bed, clutching him tighter, reaching for my hand. We'd both been raised in the MC, and Finn faced the same future.
“Look, Blackjack, we've both grown up in the club life because that's where we belong. But we also know how dangerous it can be. Promise me you'll never let him put on the Grizzlies patch and get hurt.” She squeezed her fingers in mine, so soft and pleading, asking me to do what should've been the impossible. “I need this. He deserves better, Sam, and I have to know he'll get it.”
Hearing my real name hit me like a rod through the fucking chest. Brought her sweet hand to my lips and kissed it, grazing my stubble over her skin.
“Deal.” Her lips trembled a little, probably overwhelmed with surprise. “Don't look at me like that, baby girl. If you think I want our kid getting himself killed, you've got another thing coming. He'll have bigger and better things waiting for him than this MC. I've given it half my life, the one I can't share with you, and whatever chick he ends up marrying won't suffer the same.”
“Sam!” She reared up like a lioness, despite being tired as a dog from the delivery just a few hours before. Her fingers clung to my neck, and we kissed forever. Only broke away so she could wipe the tears rolling down her cheeks.
“Mark my words, babe, nothing dirty's ever happening to you or Finn. That's a fu
cking promise. I don't give a shit if I have to die to make it happen. Whatever happens with me and the club, it's not going to hurt my family. You're safe, Lizzie, and so is our son. Forever.”
When I looked into the soft, tired eyes of the kid staring up at me, I meant it more than I'd ever meant anything in my life.
* * * *
Two more years. Promises were getting harder to keep, stretching me thin as a damned ghost.
The club had fallen on hard times with the Scorps sabotaging our supply runs east. Fang and the national boys fought to drum up more business in Canada and overseas for our shit, but the Feds had gotten better at intercepting cargo, too.
I sent every red cent the club gave me to my family. Worked my balls off taking odd jobs in the meantime to earn a little more scratch – and they didn't pay well when a man had a couple felonies keeping him from anything kosher.
I'd done my time in jail, earning my bottom rocker when most kids were focused on degrees. When the club profits were good, we all lived well, but now we were living in lean times.
The men who were brothers in name only laid down the law in mother charter. Didn't trust them worth a damn, but didn't have the clout to challenge their rule.
I'd never forget the church session when Fang brought in his little brother, this utter fuckwad named Frig, suddenly our Enforcer since old Jammer's knees were too fucked up to ride anymore.
“This is a big goddamned democracy, so let's have a little squawk and vote,” the Prez growled, flashing us a jagged smile that said it was anything but. “My blood brother's a good man and a real hardass. He's exactly what we need to bash the Scorps' fucking skulls in and put them under.”
The Prez's eyes stopped on me. He stiffened up, giving me a darker, more menacing look, that crooked tooth in his mouth sticking out and biting his lip. “You disagree, Blackjack?”
“I've got my doubts.” Half the guys in the room almost shit their pants.