by Amo Jones
I roll my eyes, all that would ‘jiggle’ on her petite 5’4 frame would be her natural bubble ass and boobs.
“So, what's Blake like?” she asks me, in between eating a banana.
“He’s male, that's what he is. No commitments and all that.”
She sits forward, putting her banana down. “What's ‘all that’?” she asks.
“It's when you know there's not going to be anything more to us but sex, and that's fine with me; I like playing.”
She giggles, “Yeah you do!” and we both start laughing as memories from last night come flooding through my brain.
“I was thinking we should throw a little party tonight? Invite some people; we could hand out some flyers today down at the beach?”
Kalie nods her head, looking excited. “Oh, good idea.”
After paying for our food, we make our way back to my car. Pulling my door open, I say,
“Let’s go and make some invites.”
Kalie squeals in excitement before getting into the driver’s seat.
Two hours later, we are looking down at our invites; and I have to give it to us, we have done a pretty rad job. We get into our bikinis and notice it's still only 1:00pm, so we have heaps of time to hand out invites and come back to get ready. We get into my car before setting off to the main beach. “Remind me to stop at the store or I will forget,” I say to Kalie as she laughs at my honesty.
“Have you heard from Blake?” she asks, glancing out in front of us.
“Nope, I'll text him my number later.”
After Kalie’s comment, I cannot get Blake out of my mind. I do want another round, but not tonight; tonight I just want to have a good time. Pulling up to the car park, I push open my door.
“Invites to hotties only,” I say, wiggling my eyebrows.
We step onto the beachfront where there are people everywhere; we begin handing out the invites to anyone and everyone, getting a huge response. With it being spring break, you can only imagine how keen everyone was for a good old house party. We did not have to stay very long, an hour later and we were at the store stocking up.
“Okay we’ll just get some kegs, pre-mixers and a whole bunch of finger food.”
Kalie nods as we go our separate ways to get all the things we need. It takes us 45 minutes all up, but at least we are all ready to go. I clap my hands together in excitement.
~*~
Walking through my front door, I realise that I almost forgot to text Blake, so I pull out my phone and send him a quick text:
Me: Hey biker man it’s Vick, this is my number.
How original Vicky, jeez you’re so intelligent.
Blake: Took you long enough. What you doing?
Me: Just setting up, having a little... thing tonight
Blake: Thing???
Me: Yeah, it wouldn't be a big, bad, bikers sort of... thing.
Blake: Have fun.
Me: Did I piss you off?
Me: ????
After waiting 10 minutes for a reply, I decide to put my phone down. Here come all the confusing parts about have a no strings attached relationship. “Fucking great,” I mumble to myself as Kalie walks in.
“You okay?” she asks, looking up at me.
“Yeah yeah,” I assure her, waving my hands away. “Let’s just get pretty.”
~*~
It is 11:15pm and my parent’s huge beach mansion is choc block with people everywhere. Kalie and I are very much thoroughly drunk; we are both wearing bikinis, with a belly chain coming around my neck, and sitting on my waistline. Kalie chose heels, and I chose Nike high tops because I am tall enough; and if I wear heels, I will look like a Sasquatch.
Tall girl problems. Walking around, I am being acquainted with everyone and it’s fun; I am in my element and I end up having a whole lot of new numbers in my phone book. Bet Alaina wishes she came now.
I’m rounding the corner after coming in from the pool, and I smash into a hard chest.
“Holy shit, I’m so—” my slurring stops as I look up to a mischievous looking Blake.
“I should ask how you know my address, but I’m too horny to care.”
He tilts his head to the side, in the way I am growing to love.
“If you were horny, why didn’t you text me?”
I laugh at his cockiness. “Because I was obviously open to a new selection of toys tonight.” His eyes narrow, giving me the sexiest evils I have ever seen. This man is all play, no stay, and my body could not crave him more if I tried. He picks me up laughing, so I wrap my legs around his waist while we go smashing into my room; kissing and making out like a couple of dogs on heat. He does this to me I notice, I’m usually bored after one night. Pushing me down onto the bed, he crawls up to me, looking deep into my eyes.
“You can do what you want Vicky, I don't really care; but when I want you, It’s only to be me unless stated otherwise.”
I laugh before looking straight back into his eyes. “You mean, unless I say it's payback time with one of the hottie-mcbikers crew?”
He chuckles. “That's undecided darling, now come here.”
He drags me down the bed, before ripping off my bikini and getting down to what he does best, giving me earth shattering orgasms.
Blake
Once I know Vicky is asleep, I get up out of the bed. There is no way I am sleeping the night; the first time was a mistake, that won't happen again. I don’t know why my lines get blurred with this girl. Walking out of her house and getting onto my bike, I flick a text Zane.
Me: Brother, I can't do this for long.
Zane: Wait until we’ve meet Alaina, we need our in.
Me: Time frame?
Zane: When I fucking say so.
Pushing my phone back in my pockets, pissed off with my best friend; I get on my bike and bring her to life, rolling back before taking off down the driveway and out the front gate. I’m unsure of where I’m heading to yet, but I end up at the beach front.
Turning off my bike and getting off, I go down to the shoreline; wondering why the fuck I can't get this girl out of my head. I already know I have mastered some sort of shitty feelings for her, they’re not deep or anything right now, but they’re there. Now that I am aware of these so-called feelings, I can stop them. All I can do is hope that she doesn’t swing the way I like to and runs away from me.
Me: Want to do something tonight?
Vicky: Oh the night leaver, did the bed bugs bite?
Me: Something did…
Vicky: Sounds interesting, do tell?
Me: Not important. You free tonight?
Vicky: I can be, what is the plan?
Me: Surprise, dress in something tight that flashes your tits.
Vicky: I can do that :)
Putting my phone back in my pocket and making my way back to my bike, I think to myself that this plan has to work; there’s no way she would be interested in me if she knew this is how I party.
~*~
Getting back to the hotel room, I run into Ade. “How’s Vicky doing?” he asks me.
Knowing the bitch has every alarm bell that screams, ‘Don't fuck with me or I will slit your throat in your sleep.’
“She’s not. I’m taking her to Sinsation.”
Ade stops in his tracks before laughing, “You really want to go down that road with her?” Obviously fucking not.
“I don’t really have a choice, Ade. What’s going on with you and Kalie anyway?”
He stills while his body drops, “Nothing, it’s done. She’s way too good for me.”
I could have fucking told him that. “Yeah, she is.” Ade is a virgin’s worst nightmare; she should have stayed with me. He nods his head before heading out the doors.
Unpacking all my shit out of my pockets and putting it all on to the bedside tables, I huff out in confusion before sitting on the bed. What the fuck have you gotten yourself into Blake? Picking up my phone, I dial my sister. I haven’t heard from her in a while because she’s i
n New York, slaying the fashion world. She is exactly what you would expect in an annoying little sister, but I love her more than anything.
“Blake!” she screams down the phone, and I instantly smile.
“Hey Speedy, how’s things going?” Speedy is he nickname, she earned it because the girl is a car fanatic. Anything fast with four wheels she knows about but looking at her you wouldn’t know, she is all blonde hair and baby faced.
“Good, I miss you so much.”
I needed to hear her voice, after our parents died in a car accident along with Zane’s dad it’s just been her and me, she’s all I have and care about aside from my club.
“I miss you too, come up here soon will you?”
I hear her smile down the phone, “I will try and get there soon as possible, I love you.”
“I love you too,” I reply before hanging up the phone.
Looking around my room, I’m reminded of Vicky; fuck this girl is spectacular. She is not like other girls, she’s not clingy or needy and she doesn’t have one of those annoying fucking whiney voices most girls have when they want you to lay the world at their feet. Vicky is relaxed, outgoing and down for almost anything. We’ll see if that will still apply tonight. Getting up from my thoughts, I make my way to the shower, scrubbing away any thoughts that I had of a tall leggy brunette. Once I am dressed, I get a call from Zane.
“What can I do for you brother?”
“We have an issue; Devils Soldiers know we’re on their turf, I’m going to meet with Tick now.” I did wonder how long it would last before they found out we were here.
“Where? I’ll meet you there?”
“21 on Fifth, see you there at 10.”
Riding out there, I know we’re good. There’s no way Tick will start a war with us, especially if it’s uncalled for. We have maintained a good business relationship with him for the past 3 years, since Zane took over from his old man. Not only is Zane not to be fucked with in any way, but he’s book smart too; he managed to pull our club out of a lot of shit that our fathers left before the accident. Pulling up at the industrial building, I see Zane and Ade getting off their bikes.
“This doesn’t look suspicious at all,” I’m being honest here, it looks like a bit of a set up.
“He won’t do anything, trust me. He doesn’t want to go down that road, we have an understanding,” Zane assures me as we begin walking into the building. The door creaks as we push it open. In front of us is a huge empty space, we see Tick and his main three men sitting next to him at a table. Zane walks ahead of Ade and me, so we follow suit.
“Zane.” Tick nods his head. Tick is around 34, he’s young. Zane is the youngest of all the Presidents in our area that we know of; but the man has been raised and bred for this purpose and this purpose only, making him the most feared man in the MC world. I chuckle to myself in my thoughts.
One of the other men to the side of Tick laughs aloud, “If it isn’t Sinful club pretty boy.”
I fucking hate him instantly. Zane turns his head to the voice before looking back at Tick. “You going to shut up your bum boy or should I do it for you?”
Tick glares at the man, making him sit back down on his seat. “So, to what do we owe the pleasure of having you boys on our streets?”
“We have an assignment; the required asset is currently on your turf— for now.”
“Yeah, alright,” he says, leaning back into his chair while lighting a cigarette.
“You thought about my offer?”
I look over to Zane questioning; it is the first time I have heard about an “offer”.
“Yeah, I’m taking it in for a vote when I get back to WB.”
Tick nods before looking over to me. “Blake, this is Treasure,” he nods over to the lippy fucker sitting at his left side with a disgusted look on his face.
“And? Is that supposed to be of some relevance to me, Tick?”
He laughs, looking back at Treasure, and then looking back to me with an arched eyebrow.
“I guess not, no. But he is from my Brooklyn chapter, just patched in with us.”
I shrug because I have no idea what the fuck this man is on about; yet, his face is saying that he is waiting for me to click.
“Are we done here? I have shit to do.”
“We are done here.”
Walking back out the way we came, Zane looks over to me.
“What the hell was that comment about Treasure about?”
I shrug because I have no idea, the man did not look familiar.
He continues, “I hear you’re taking Vicky to Sinsation tonight, that a good idea?”
“Yeah, gonna see what this girl can do.”
Zane shakes his head laughing; he knows exactly what I am thinking.
Ride or Die
Vicky
After Blake up and left me in the middle of the night, it put my head into perspective. You’re in this for a good time, not a long time, Vicky. I chant to myself as I put on a short deep purple dress that, as he said, “shows off my tits”. Not only did that little comment make me feel like one of his club whores, but also it reminded me of exactly why I should not be interested in this man on any level, despite our chemistry.
Putting on my stilettos, I make my way into the kitchen to down a couple of shots before this night begins; because in all honesty, I have no idea what he has installed for me. Three shots later, I hear the loud rumble of his bike pull up. Looking up, I breathe in and out slowly, trying to calm my nerves. I grab my clutch off the marble counter and begin to make my way out. Just as I am walking out the front door I see him, and my whole body buzzes to life.
Holy fuck Vicky, just what have you gotten yourself into? He is sitting on his bike; in dark denim jeans, a black T-shirt with his cut over the top, some combat boots and his dark blonde hair sitting up all over the place on his head. I smile while blushing. Victoria Abraham, does not blush. “Um, I can’t ride that with this on?” I ask, looking down at my dress.
“Trust me darling, it’s been done before.” Thanks for that— really, that is just what I wanted to hear. “Hmmm, okay then.” I walk towards him unsure, and he’s wearing his mischief smile on his face; this man is all play, he doesn’t have a serious bone in his body. Taking the second helmet off him, I jump behind him pulling up my skirt, feeling a cold breeze whisk up my legs and skim over my core. A slight moan slips from my lips, so quietly I think no one heard. Blake tips his head around, looking at me sideways.
“You moan like that again, and I’ll lock you up for a week,” he says as he starts up his immaculate gloss black Harley. I feel the rumble pulse under me, making me itchy for a release; this is fucking torture. I put my hands around his waist, but he reaches behind himself and grips onto my knees, pulling me flush up against his back. Fuck. My. Life. At this point, I am biting down so hard on my bottom lip that I think I draw blood. I wrap my arms around him, which do not reach all the way around, while he pulls out of my driveway. With this being my first time riding on a motorcycle, I am anxious and feeling vulnerable; it’s not like you are wrapped in sheets of metal to protect you, there’s just my bare lanky legs and the gravel. The thought makes me grip onto Blake tighter, and I notice his body tense up. Oops, maybe I’m not allowed to touch too much, I think, reminding myself of how he rejected Kalies hands from coming up his neck. Nope, there is no way I am doing ‘fifty shades of fucked up’ with a biker. Fuck that.
Our ride there is long; instead of my previous issue of having the rumble of the bike vibrate on my core, I’m now having an issue about not feeling my ass at all, and I’m almost 100% sure my hair is going to be a disaster. As much as I love being this close to Blake, I think for future dressy dates I will be opting for a car. “Dates.” You are dreaming, Vicky.
We pull into what looks like a nightclub. It is completely painted red on the outside and has two black doors as the entry, and they look like the doors to hell if you ask me. I look over to him as I try to brush my hair back
into order.
“Are you dragging me to your lair?” I laugh nervously.
“Something like that,” he smirks back to me, taking hold of my hand and making our way into through the gates of hell.
Opening the doors, I look around to what appears to be a normal bar; I follow Blake to the main bar and let him order the drinks while I examine my surroundings. There seems to be many little hidden areas; and when I look a little closer at the people that are here, I notice that they are all couples.
“What did you say this bar was?” I ask, taking my drink and drinking it fast; all my senses are telling me that I may not be cut out for this.
“I didn’t, but look around Vicky; what is your body telling you?” he whispers into my ear, igniting that same flame that always sparks when Blake is around. I look back into his eyes, admiring the dark depths of the most expressive eyes I have ever seen.
“This is a swinger’s bar, isn’t it?”
He pounds back his whiskey before ordering us another; with both shoulders on the bar, he tilts his head to the side, scratching his chin. “Indeed it is, and it’s mine.”
Whoa, hold the fuck up.
“I’m sorry, you own a swingers bar?”
He nods his head, clenching his jaw. “Yeah I do. Come.”
He begins to lead me to the back, walking past the little “hidden” sections, and I see a few live porn shows happening right there on display for anyone to peek into. Once we get to the back of the bar, we reach a metal door that has a card slider next to it. Blake pulls out a card and swipes it through, leading me into an elevator. When the doors close, I turn my head to him. “So, you’re taking me to a sex party?” I ask, folding my arms in front of myself.
He leans up against the wall with his hands in his pockets; while he looks at me with such intensity, I feel as though he is cracking my soul open right in front of me. A few pulses of his jaw later, the doors open and he pulls me out into the long hallway. I pull my hand back out of his grasp. “Blake? You’re going to have to give me something.” I say, stopping in my tracks as I look around nervously.