Free Ride

by M. N. Forgy

  I just patched-in a fucking woman.

  27

  Harley

  Standing in my room, water drips down my body from the shower. I stare at my reflection in the mirror. I don’t look like myself. I’ve lost weight, and you can even see my ribs. My eyes skim along my side and I frown seeing all the bruises on my thigh. It’s ugly.

  I run my fingers along the sensitive skin and wince in reaction. I wish I could have been the one to kill those assholes. Sighing, I grab the towel off the rack and twist it around me.

  My room is empty and quiet. It unsettles me as where I just came from was nothing but constant screams. Where is Benji?

  I look to the clock finding it to be three in the morning. I’m tired, but I want Benji to lay next to me, make me feel safe. After the mind fuck I had of him possibly being not real, I need him to be next to me as much as possible as I come to terms with what happened.

  Opening my door, I head downstairs to the club, it’s a ghost town. Nobody is here, not even any club escorts.

  I peek in the chapel and find Benji sitting at the head of the table staring at the gavel. He looks good sitting there. Like he was born to be the president of the club. It’s different not seeing my father sitting there, and a piece of me will miss him. But like Benji said. I’ll miss the parts of him from when I was a little girl. The man I loved, died a long time ago.

  “Benji?” I whisper. His blue eyes pop to mine and the butterflies I thought once died flutter around merciless.

  “Come here, baby.” He pats his lap.

  Tiptoeing inside the room, I look around. I haven’t been in here for years. There are mug shots on the wall of all the members, Benji’s right in the middle. He looks like a bad boy with his hair in his eyes, and a ‘I don’t give a fuck’ look on his face.

  Reaching Benji I crawl into his lap, and his head falls onto my chest. His hands sliding up my back slowly.

  “Are you okay?” I tangle my fingers into his dark locks of hair.

  “Just a lot to take in,” he mutters, his rough voice tickling my skin. Lifting his head, his hands rip off the towel and toss it to the side. I squeal and try and cover my chest. I look to the opened door.

  “What if someone sees?”

  “They won’t.” He’s so sure. Grabbing me by the thighs he sets me on the wooden table and heads to the doors. Biting my bottom lip, I watch him as he strides with confidence to the double doors. He shuts them and locks them. Stepping to the metal shelf holding bullets, he turns the stereo on. He nods his head to the beat and looks over his shoulder at me.

  I can’t help but laugh at him. That’s one thing Benji has always managed to do, make me laugh.

  His eyes hooded and hungry, he comes back to me. Resting his callused hands on my knees he jerks them open. I gasp with wide eyes. Tucking an arm around my back he pulls me to him, and I wrap my legs around his strong waist.

  Using his teeth, he grabs at my left nipple. The sharp pain heightening my arousal. I gasp, my hands falling to his cheeks. His skin is warm and I never want to let him go. I want his mouth on me all the time, to feel his body next to mine. My eyes roll, and my body grinds on his belt buckle.

  He kisses my chest, our breathing becoming labored as we begin to lose control of our bodies. The rings on his left hand slide along my inner thigh and I open my legs wider for him. Grabbing me under the thighs he jerks my ass to the edge and lowers his head. He flicks my clit with his warm tongue and I can’t help the moan spilling from my lips. My nub buzzes and tingles all the way down to my toes.

  He licks and sucks at my wetness, feasting upon my arousal like a madman. My body ripples and coils with warmth and pressure. I bite and lick at my bottom lip, the sensation too much for me to handle.

  His thick hot tongue feels fucking amazing against my pussy.

  His thick finger suddenly fills me and my toes curl into his back. My body rocking onto his face for more friction.

  “Mmmm, I could eat you for hours,” he murmurs against my sensitive skin.

  Using my elbows, I push myself up and watch him. The way his jaw ticks and his tongue laves at my wetness. Spit and wetness glistens across his lips and I’m so pent up I’m ready for him to just fuck me.

  Tugging his hair, I rip his face from my cunt and make him face me.

  “Fuck me!” I demand with a husky tone. “Fuck me, like you lost me and just got me back.”

  His eyes become ablaze. Grabbing onto my knee with one hand, he flips me on my stomach. My ribs clashing into the table so hard it stings. The sound of his belt buckle hitting the floor causes goosebumps to rise along my spine, my sex clenching as it knows what’s about to come.

  Spreading my thighs, the tip of his cock rubs back and forth amongst my heat. I groan, wrapping my feet around his ass the best I can for being on my stomach.

  He thrusts inside of me so hard the entire table shakes.

  “Yes!” I cry. His hand pets my back as he pushes in and out of me. That spot inside my cunt coming alive with a wave of pleasure.

  “Yeah, did you miss that cock?” he growls, and I nod out of breath. The way he fills me and touches me I never want to stop fucking.

  His heavy body leans over mine, his hand skirting up my side until clasps around my neck. His grip so tight I have no choice but to look right in front of me.

  There’s a mirror with the club colors etched into it. My cheeks are flushed and Benji looks like a fucking god hovering over me, fucking me on the very table I’ve wanted to be at since I was a little girl.

  “See that?” he whispers behind me.

  “Yeah,” I moan, my body rising to the peak.

  “That’s my fucking queen, my bitch, the only chick that I will fuck on this table.”

  With his words, I come. I squeeze my eyes shut and give myself to Benji.

  He slaps my butt cheek, his finger tickling the bud of my ass. This makes me tense so hard, just as I fall off the cliff of release. The wave of pleasure slamming into me, my nails dig into the wood.

  Benji growls, his finger slowly sinking into my ass. Wetness drips from my pussy and I look between my legs horrified.

  “What the?”

  “You squirted,” he informs out of breath. His cock hitting me just right over and over. The finger in my ass, causing me to clench on to his cock again as another wave of ecstasy knocks through me. My knees give out, and I collapse onto the cold table, my breathing labored and burning my lungs as I fall from the hardest orgasm I’ve ever had. Wetness all over my stomach, thighs, and pussy, I feel dirty and so fucking good at the same time.

  Benji slowly slides out of me and I wince. It’s so sensitive it hurts.

  Slowly, I turn on my back and look up at my man. He smiles, his dick glistening with my wetness. My cheeks blush at what just happened. I’ve never done that before.

  He smirks, shoving himself back in his jeans.

  “That was fucking hot.” He looks up through hooded eyes.

  I shake my head, covering my face with my hands.

  “Oh my God, no it wasn’t. I can’t believe I did that.” I giggle, embarrassed.

  Something heavy and cool falls on my bare tits and I drop my hands, my shyness fading. It’s leather. There’s leather in my hands.

  Furrowed brows, I sit up and look the jacket over. It’s brand new.

  My mouth drops, it’s not just a jacket. It’s an ol’ lady cut.

  Benji’s Ol’ Lady, proudly stitched into it. I even have a road name.

  “Hyde.” Like Jekyll and Hyde. “Viper calls me Hyde.” I laugh. It’s perfect, it’s not girly, and it’s a part of me.

  “I was just going to put Harley, but Viper insisted we put Hyde.” Benji rubs his fingers over the new patches.

  I can’t stop laughing, my eyes filling with tears. I have my very own club cut. I’m a part of the club.

  Benji pulls me into him, his arms feeling like home.

  Looking up at him, he looks down to me.

  “You
think we’ll be bad at this whole love thing?”

  “Oh absolutely,” he chuckles. His laughter fades and the giant rings on his fingers slide against my chin. I kiss them, loving him. “But I’ll never stop falling in love with you.”

  “Even if I’m crazy?” I can’t help but ask, as I try on the cut. My nipples perk amongst the cool leather.

  “Never stopped me before.” He shrugs, grasping the sides of my cut.

  “How are you feeling?”

  “I haven’t had a blackout in days,” I inform him. His eyes widen with surprise.

  “I think accepting my love for you and remembering why Farrah was created in the process helped a lot. I feel like she is in my head, but I can hear her and listen to her rather than before where I would black out. Does that make sense?”

  “It does,” he mutters.

  With furrowed brows, he leans in and kisses my forehead. I know what he’s thinking. Just because Farrah is gone now… doesn’t mean she won’t be back.

  She always comes back.

  I’ll always be crazy.

  THE END

  Epilogue

  Three days later

  Benji

  Sitting at the head of the table, Harley stands behind me, her arms resting on each side of my shoulders.

  “So, did the governor pay up?” Viper asks the table.

  I nod, as a cloud of smoke rolls from my lips. Bud gave me some of her hybrid stash and it’s the best shit I’ve ever smoked. “He sent it within the hour after Harley sent the picture of them.”

  “Good,” Viper clips.

  “That smells strong.” Viper looks at me with squinted eyes.

  “If Bud is anything like her dad, she’ll bring us in a lot of cash,” my dad informs at the end of the table.

  “How the hell did we not know she was a girl?” Viper asks the whole table.

  I shrug. Bud hardly talked, stayed in the background. She went under the radar for sure. She’s fucking smart.

  “Is she patched-in?” Bridge asks, rubbing his long beard.

  “She’s going to show us her crops, then we can decide as a club what to do with her,” I offer, and everyone nods silently. We all feel it in our hearts that her dad was murdered, and we want to make it right. Letting her be our grower… is making it right. Hopefully.

  “Does anyone else owe us money?” I ask, changing the subject.

  Viper flips through the old payout books. “I’m trying to catch up and see, but it’s going to take some time. Grudge hasn’t updated this shit for years.”

  “Go fucking figure.” I shake my head. Who knows what he’s been stuffing in his pockets.

  “A couple of the chapters in surrounding states aren’t happy with how we dealt with things,” Dad chimes in at the end of the table. My eyes sweep to his in knowing.

  “Well, they know where to find us,” I drawl out, not interested in what others think of how we run things around here.

  “Where is Jessilynn?” Harley whispers in my ear from behind.

  “Where is that crazy blonde chick?” I ask Viper, remembering we took a patient when we took Harley. I haven’t seen her around here lately. Harley nudges me in the back, calling her friend crazy.

  Viper sighs, slamming the books shut.

  “We took a crazy bitch, that’s for sure.” He groans.

  Everyone laughs at the table. I bet Viper is regretting taking her with us now.

  “She’s broken, she wants revenge on that hospital—”

  “Did she say that?” Harley cuts in. “Did she say why she was in there?” she rambles behind me. I look to the table to see if anyone objects to her questioning, but nobody seems to mind she’s in here. Probably because it feels right that she’s in here. She’s been here since she was a kid.

  Viper shakes his head. “No, but you can see it in her eyes. She wants to hurt someone. Maybe she’ll open up to you. Have you talked to her?” Viper looks at Harley.

  “No, I was giving her some space. Being out of there… it’s a process.” She’s speaking from experience. She still wakes up in the middle of the night screaming in horror. She makes me hold her all night if I so much as try and roll on my side she whimpers and makes me hold her again.

  “Where is she?” I ask.

  “I put her in one of the rooms down the hall.”

  Her brows furrow, her face falling.

  “She might be twisted, but she didn’t belong in that hospital,” Harley informs the table.

  I look over my shoulder at her, my eyes resting on hers.

  “As your new president, my first order is to figure out what happened to this girl.” The brothers look at me in confusion. “That asylum we found Harley in is funded by the governor. There’s some shady shit happening there.” I rub my chin, looking at the wooden table. “I want to do some good around this town, get the people to back us, and finding out what the fuck that place is all about, is a step in the right direction.”

  Harley steps up to me and grabs the gavel.

  “Can I?” She looks at me with hopeful eyes. A little girl hidden in the depths. One who has wanted to slam that gavel since she was a little girl.

  “Do it, baby.”

  Lifting her arm, she strikes the gavel into the table with the devil in her eyes and the crazy in her smile.

  Fuck, I love her.

  THE END

  28

  Bonus

  Benji’s Blue Note-Book

  Mia – Nine Years Old-

  Mia likes art but doesn’t like me. Her mother is a painter and her father died on the job as a firefighter. She always has ink or paint on her clothes, and dresses like a hippie.

  Farrah – Nine Years Old-

  Farrah wears dresses and heels from the club girls. She flirts with me, and every boy she comes across. Her feelings are hurt easily though, so I have to be careful. When she’s upset she’s the most dangerous.

  Billy – Ten Years Old-

  Billy is rough and likes to wrestle. He thinks the club is cool but instead of jackets, we should wear capes.

  Eddie – Ten Years Old-

  Eddie is a female, always covered in grease. She thinks she’s twenty, and is a gearhead. Always wanting to talk about parts and the latest model of motorcycle. The things she knows is scary, I’m a boy and she knows more about bikes than I do. She’s cute too.

  Farrah – Ten Years Old-

  Farrah came back. She was wearing a dress that was way too big and was camo. She flirted with one of the prospects boys, and I got mad. I tripped him, I’m pretty sure Farrah saw it.

  Bell – Ten Years Old-

  Belle wore a yellow dress. I think she thought she was literally from Beauty and The Beast. She made me braid her hair. I told her I didn’t know how, but she told me to try and I tangled her hair into a rat nest. One of the club girls spent an hour combing out my mess.

  Mia – Eleven Years Old-

  Mia was upset about her parents being gone and wanted to try pot. So we stayed on the roof and smoke weed all day until we passed out.

  Francy – Eleven Years Old-

  Francy is too smart. I kept asking where she got her information but she said she just knew these things. I kept calling her Harley, and she would adjust these glasses I never knew she had and wouldn’t talk to me. I started watching Harry Potter on my tablet and she sat close to me to watch over my shoulder.

  I don’t care what she calls herself. It was like a date with Harley.

  Eddie –Twelve Years Old-

  Eddie helped my dad change the spark plugs on his bike today. It was crazy watching her make her way around the garage.

  Farrah – Fifteen

  Farrah tried to sleep with one of the hang rounds today, and I ended up hitting him in the head with a wrench from the garage. Dad was pissed. Farrah comes and goes, but one thing is persistent. She wants love, just not with me.

  Aria – Fifteen-

  Very religious, scared of the club and always hides in the club’s f
reezer. She hates the color black and makes me pray with her often. She’s odd.

  Farrah – Sixteen Years Old-

  Farrah came forward today after Harley snapped on a girl at the gas station. She was scared and vulnerable. When they tried to take her away she clung to me. It felt good, but it’s also the most scared I’ve ever been.

  Blossom – Sixteen Years Old-

  I don’t know who this chick is, but she’s a bitch. Says she has natural red hair and goes to charter school. Naturally, I tried to grab her ass and make her feel welcomed around the club. She was so pissed, I couldn’t help but find it amusing.

  Peyton – Seventeen Years Old

  Angry with the world, tired of not being around kids her age and is self-destructive. She cut herself on purpose in her bathroom upstairs. I cleaned it up and even stitched her arm the best I could from a YouTube video we found so Harley’s dad would never know.

  Farrah – Eighteen Years Old-

  Farrah came on to me today. Normally I can restrain myself, but ever since Harley gave herself to me, it’s all I’ve thought about. I couldn’t contain myself, I fucked her in my bed. The smell of her, and feel of her against me was just like my first time with Harley. Farrah acted high-class after we came, like it was just a one-time thing, but we both know she’ll be back for more. Farrah is one alter that never strays.

  Farrah – Nineteen Years Old-

  If I noted how many times Farrah came out, this notebook would be full. She’s the only alter who hasn’t disappeared for good. I locked her in the room today because there was a club party. She was super slutty and fucking hot in that red dress. I had to protect what was mine.

  Aria – Twenty