by B. B. Hamel
“Clutch,” she moaned over and over as I fucked her rough, slapped her ass, pulled her hair. I fucked her mindlessly, pleasure rocking through my body.
I needed to fuck her tight pussy hard and rough, because she took away all that shit with the club and worse. She sucked all that fucking dry as I fucked her like an animal, my cock sliding deep inside her tight, delicious little pussy.
I reached around and began to rub her clit as I fucked her, deep and hard, clean thrusts slapping skin against skin. She tossed her head back, her hips rolling with my pace, riding my cock. She pressed against the back of the couch, shoving her ass back against me, taking my thick cock.
“Oh god, I’m coming,” she moaned. “Oh fuck, Clutch. Fuck me hard.”
I fucked her rough and deep as her whole body tensed. I grabbed her hips and held her hard as I kept fucking her through her orgasm. Her whole body tensed, and she moaned loudly, her hips rocking, writhing against my hard cock. She moaned my name again and again, out of her mind as the orgasm took her.
And that sexy way she said my name just pushed me over the edge. I couldn’t fucking take it anymore as I slammed my cock deep into her tight cunt. I came, filling her up with my cock and my cum, pushing myself deep inside her.
I grunted and groaned as she moaned for me over and over, our bodies rocking together, our orgasms rolling through us.
And slowly, so fucking deliciously slowly, it passed. I slowly slid my cock out and collapsed onto the couch, covered in sweat. We were both panting and breathing deeply from the exertion and the pleasure as she curled up against me, pressing her head against my chest.
“Fuck, girl,” I said. “That pussy. It’s like fucking magic.”
She laughed softly. “You’re not so bad yourself.”
I grabbed her hand gently and kissed her. “Admit I drive you wild.”
“You do. You drive me wild, Clutch.”
“Fucking right I do.”
She put her head back on my chest, and I kept my arm wrapped tightly around her.
Fuck everything else. Fuck what was happening with the club. Fuck Jetter and fuck Larkin. In that moment, sitting on that couch with Janine, all I cared about was her. It was becoming more and more obvious, despite all the danger and all the shit, that I wanted her more than I realized.
And that was the real problem, because now we both had shit against us. The Rebels hated us both, though for different reasons, and not to mention the Snakes that were coming after her.
I pressed her tighter against me. Fuck all that shit. I had to worry about it eventually, but I wasn’t going to give in to it, not for a little while at least.
I kissed her and she kissed me back. And I knew I’d probably regret it, but I felt my cock beginning to stir again already, and I knew I was lost.
25
Janine
I’d never seen a man get hard again so soon after sex.
Clutch was like someone possessed. One second we were sitting there, breathing deeply and enjoying each other’s company, and the next he was kissing me again, his hands exploring me again.
I didn’t know I was able to get so wet again so fast. I didn’t know I could take his big, thick cock so soon after he fucked me rough and savagely, but I could.
He was insatiable, starving for my body. As soon as I saw his cock getting hard again, and he started talking into my ear, touching my body, I knew I was his, at least for the night. He practically carried me into the bedroom and threw me down onto the pillows. I let him have his way with me, again and again.
Because that was what I wanted. I wanted him to take me, to own me for the night. I wanted to forget about our problems, including the problems between us. We didn’t need to talk about anything, because we let our bodies do all the communicating.
And when the morning came, I woke up slowly, groggy and sore. Clutch was sleeping soundly next to me, his big, muscular chest rising and falling evenly.
I rolled over onto my back and stared up at the ceiling. The early morning light came in softly through my window, and nothing had changed out there, nothing at all. We were still in as much danger as we were before, probably more now that it was becoming clear that I couldn’t keep my hands off him.
But I didn’t care about it all that much. I did, it still mattered, and I was still going to follow through with my plans, but the fear wasn’t there anymore. The fear wasn’t controlling me anymore.
I looked at Clutch again. He was sitting up, waking up slowly.
“Morning,” I said.
“Morning,” he grunted. “Coffee?”
“Go make some.”
“Okay.” He got out of bed, still naked from the night before. His body was so muscular and covered in ink. I felt a thrill run down my spine.
He walked toward my door and then paused and looked back at me.
“What?” I asked.
He shook his head. “Nothing.” He walked on, disappearing out into the kitchen.
I smiled to myself and listened to the noises of him making coffee in the other room. It felt so weird, so domestic. He’d been staying with me for a few days now, but this was the first time he’d slept in my bed with me.
I had no clue how I felt about it, but I wasn’t overthinking it. Not too long later, the smell of coffee wafted into my room, and Clutch returned with two mugs of the steaming stuff.
Still completely naked, of course.
He sat down on the bed and handed me a mug.
“Thanks,” I said, looking away.
“What?”
“You’re naked.”
“You saw plenty of this cock last night,” he said, laughing.
“So, that was last night. This is the morning.”
“Dick shy now?”
I laughed, sipping my coffee. “I’m not dick shy, whatever that means.”
“Good,” he said, standing up. I peeked at his thick cock again and bit my lip when I noticed that it was slightly hard. “I don’t want you shy around my cock.”
I was about to say something, but my phone ringing cut me off. I reached over and grabbed it, checking the caller ID.
I didn’t recognize the number. Frowning, I decided to answer.
“Hello?”
“Hello there, Janine.”
I recognized the voice instantly, though I’d only ever heard it twice before.
It was Jetter.
“Hi,” I said, putting my mug down and sitting up straight. “How’d you get my number?”
“Your daddy gave it to me. How are you today?”
“Fine.” I glanced at Clutch. He was watching me, a curios look on his face.
“Okay then. Let’s skip the bullshit small talk,” Jetter said with a small laugh. “I called for a reason.”
“What do you need?”
“I need you to come visit me today,” he said. “I just bought a new trailer nearby, and I want you to see it.”
I paused, surprised. “Does my dad know?”
“He doesn’t need to know everything between me and you,” he said, annoyed. “You’re claimed by me now, so we might as well act like it.”
“I don’t know,” I said.
“Bring that fucking bodyguard of yours if you want,” he said. “I’m just showing you where we’ll be living.”
I bit my lip. I knew I couldn’t say no. I knew I was going to have to do this stuff eventually. I couldn’t keep running forever.
This morning had to end sometime.
“Fine,” I said. “Text me the address.”
“Okay then, darling,” he said. “Come in a couple hours.”
He hung up the phone.
Clutch drank his coffee. “Who was that?” he asked.
“Jetter,” I said. “We’re going to visit my future home today.”
Clutch laughed and shook his head but didn’t argue. He put down his mug and started getting dressed.
I hated that the morning had to end, but it couldn’t last forever.
/> We rode out an hour later and didn’t talk about what had happened. After the call from Jetter, Clutch was suddenly all business.
I didn’t blame him. Getting that call from Jetter just reminded us that the outside world still existed, even if we didn’t want it to.
It wasn’t a long ride out to Jetter’s place, so we stopped off for a quick breakfast. Clutch pulled over at a little food truck and got us both pancakes and more coffee, which was basically fueling my life by that point.
By the time we finished eating and got back onto the bike, we were running right on time. Eating hadn’t been awkward or anything like that, but Clutch didn’t seem too talkative, and I didn’t want to push him too hard. We were both aware of our position in the world.
Jetter’s trailer was set out from the city on a small plot of land. We had to ride down an old dirt track to get there, and I was convinced that Clutch was going the wrong way, but the trailer appeared just beyond a clearing in the trees.
It didn’t look particularly nice, but then again I didn’t know much about trailers. It was white with a double green stripe around the center, like a big striped white whale. It was bulbous at both ends and actually pretty long. Clutch pulled the bike over, and I saw Jetter come out the front door.
He waved as Clutch killed the engine. There were plastic chairs scattered around and a fire pit not too far away. There was a large green awning jutting out over the front door.
“Welcome,” Jetter called out. “This is your future home.”
I climbed off the bike and could have sworn I heard Clutch say something, but when I looked at him, he was already leaning up against the bike like he wasn’t about to move an inch.
I took a step toward Jetter.
“Scream.” It was so soft that I almost didn’t hear it.
“What?” I looked at Clutch.
He was looking away. “If he touches you or something, scream and I’ll be there.”
“You’re not coming?”
He looked at me. “This is something you should do alone.”
I nodded. “Okay.”
“Scream,” he repeated, and then he looked away again.
I took a deep, steadying breath and then walked over toward my future husband and away from the man I really wanted.
Jetter spread his arms wide. “What do you think?”
I shrugged. “It’s nice.”
“Nice?” He laughed. “Don’t be shy. It’s fucking great.”
I smiled weakly. I had no clue what this little visit was about, or why he was trying to impress me. Maybe the reality of our situation was hitting him pretty hard and he was just beginning to realize that he was marrying a stranger.
“It’s great,” I said.
“Come on. I’ll give you the tour.” He disappeared inside the door.
I glanced back at Clutch, but he wasn’t watching.
Clutch was right. I had to do this myself. I couldn’t keep relying on that man to keep me safe. I took a step and then another. Then I followed Jetter into the trailer.
It was about what I expected, but a little nicer. The cabinets were all wood and the countertops were granite. The door led right into the kitchen, and that had a small table and a small couch.
“Kitchen and living room,” he said. He opened up a cabinet and there was a flat screen TV inside. “We got satellite out there. Works pretty good.” He shut it and beckoned for me to follow him.
My heart was beating fast in my chest. “Bathroom,” he said, pointing to a door. I peeked inside, and it wasn’t that bad, although it only had a standing shower.
We moved into the back room, which was the whole end of the trailer. It was the master bedroom, and I had to admit that it was pretty nice. Everything looked new, including the sheets, and the room was fairly large.
“Walk-in closet,” he said, “for all your clothes and such.” He pointed out a few other features like a realtor trying to make a sale. Finally, he sat down on the bed. “What do you think?”
“It’s nice,” I said.
“Liar.” He smirked at me. “I know you’re not used to trailers, but you’ll like it here.”
“Never lived in one,” I said. I leaned up against the wall, keeping distance between us.
“I know you don’t like me, Janine,” he said. “I can’t say I blame you.”
“Why’s that?”
“All the history with me and your old man.”
“You betrayed the club,” I said simply.
He laughed. “Is that all he told you people?”
I raised an eyebrow. “Is there more to the story?”
“Of course there fucking is.”
That surprised me. I always assumed that my father told me everything and didn’t hold anything back. I always assumed that the story about Jetter was entirely true.
“Want to hear the real story?” he asked.
“Is that why you brought me here, to tell me a story?”
He laughed again. “I brought you here because we’re getting married soon. Might as well try and get to know each other before we get hitched.”
I nodded slowly. “Okay. Tell me a story then.”
He grinned. “Happened a while back. The Demons weren’t always as strong as they are now.
“Your daddy was our leader back then like he’s your leader now, but he didn’t have as much strength back then behind him. We were fighting for survival in Austin, fighting with a few other club. The Rebels were one, but there were also the Broken Gates, the Hellfire, and a bunch of other little groups.
“We were fucking young back then. Larkin wanted to grow and wanted to do it aggressively, but we were really nothing. We started by taking on a few of the smallest clubs, absorbing them where we could and taking them by force where we couldn’t. It was bloody war, year after year of it.
“And then I met Jolene. Fuck, Jolene was beautiful. She was hanging around this little club—they were the Black Aces if I remember right. Anyway, we killed off her club, and her and I took to each other. You know how that can be with young people. Fuck, we were in and out of bed. That girl was just too incredible.
“Anyway, I was fucking in love. Me and Jolene, we went everywhere together, did everything together. I couldn’t picture my life without the girl.
“And then your old man met her. I don’t know how or when, but Jolene and Larkin, they started up with each other. You know what I mean, messing around behind my back.”
“I never heard about this person,” I said.
“Of course not,” Jetter said. “You think Larkin wants people to know that he stole a woman from one of his club members?”
“Anyway,” he said, continuing the story, “they got together and that was that. She left me one night, just up and packed her things and moved in with him. Needless to say, I was fucking devastated. Fucking destroyed.
“But I didn’t let it get between me and the club, because that’s how things are. You did what you did for your club and that was the most important thing. We kept fighting, cracking skulls, and we were winning. We were growing.
“We were growing too fast. One of the biggest clubs was called the Gentleman Bastards. For some reason, Larkin thought we were ready to take them on. He picked a fight, started pushing onto their territory, basically got the guys to be real aggressive.
“It worked at first. The Bastards weren’t ready for us to start picking them off, to start killing them. But soon enough that changed. They got wind of what we were doing and started to hit us back.
“Which was when it happened. Back then, we didn’t have all the rules we had now. Larkin went out on a deal—should’ve been a real simple drug deal—and he brought Jolene along. I guess he was trying to impress her or something. I never understood why he’d fucking bring her along.
“I was there that night. I met them in the field where the deal was going down. Jolene never even looked at me. We sat there for fifteen minutes waiting for the dealers to show up to buy our shit
, but they never came. Instead, the Bastards came.
“When the bullets started flying, we got out of there as fast as we could. I took a slug in the leg, but that’s wasn’t so fucking bad. As we were getting away, though, I saw something that I have never forgotten to this day.
“It was Jolene’s back, covered in blood.
“We rode for a while to put distance between us and them, and by the time we thought it was safe to stop, Jolene was nearly dead. We got her off the bike and tried to patch her up, but it was too late. She died there on the dusty ground that night, looking up at Larkin like she couldn’t believe it was happening.”
Jetter stopped talking for a second. He went real quiet, and I just stared at him. He took a deep breath, let it out, and then continued.
“I went over to the Rebels after that. I couldn’t look at Larkin anymore. I know he made a mistake, and he knows it too. He made all the rules we have now right after Jolene died. No outsiders on deals, shit like that. But I could never forgive him.”
“What changed?” I asked.
“Time, mostly. Time and I now know that he was a fucking kid; we all were. We all fucked up. Larkin’s been paying for that mistake for a long time.”
I nodded slowly, surprised by the whole thing. “I didn’t know about that,” I said.
“Would you tell people if you were him?”
“No,” I said, “I wouldn’t.”
“Well, now you fucking know. Still think I’m a scumbag?”
I stared at him, wondering that exact same question.
He had a good reason for what he did all those years ago, but that didn’t excuse all the shit he did after that, all the lying and the death that followed. Jetter may have left for noble reasons, or at least he thought they were noble, but in the end Jetter was still just a selfish fuck.
Maybe a selfish fuck with a sad backstory, but still selfish.
“Yeah,” I said, “but maybe a little bit better.”
He laughed and stood up. “Fine. That’s fine,” he said. “Can’t hold that against you.”
“That’s all then?”
He smiled and nodded. “That’s all. You got to know me; you saw the trailer.”