Biker's Little Secret: Carolina Devils MC

by Brook Wilder

  Link took over, explaining that Frost had gone down fighting and that we should honor him by abiding by his last words. That he’d chosen me, a long time ago, to take over as president. To my relief, a cheer of agreement met his statement. Tiny even stepped up on stage, the thin wooden boards straining and creaking in protest, and picked me up like a rag doll. He set me on his shoulders and, after the dizzy sensation from being up so high passed, I raised my fist to my brothers. Piper just stood by, smiling radiantly. She totally looked like she belonged.

  I hadn’t planned for this. I didn’t know I was in line to take over the crew, and I hadn’t had any chance to ask her what she wanted; did she want to be part of this gang, this family? Spend her days helping me keep our enemies at bay, keep the cash rolling in, and feeding the hungry mouths that made up the ugly mob we were looking at right now?

  “And, dog?” continued Link to me while handing something to Piper, “If you ever find it, maybe you could ask your beautiful woman to sow this to your vest.”

  “Your woman?” she smiled at me, holding up a patch with ‘President’ written on it. I shrugged at her, unable to stop myself grinning back. I hadn’t planned for this, no, but the thought of this beautiful girl staying by my side as we faced the world, together with my family, made me happy.

  “Now, what’s the club rule about failing to represent?” Link called out to the audience.

  “Oh, shit, no!” I yelled, throwing my hands out to him. I suddenly realized why Tiny still had a hold of me.

  “What is it?” Piper asked Tina. She whispered into Piper’s ear, who looked up and laughed at me.

  “Sorry, dog,” said Link, holding out his hands, “You know the punishment for not wearing your vest.”

  “For fuck’s sake,” I shook my head and placed my guns in his open palms. “I need them back!” I called, as Tiny bounded off the stage and out towards the woods.

  I don’t know how he carried me and ran. Tiny’s strength really was amazing. In no time, we were at the edge of the hole, with most of the crew following and jeering. I looked down from on top of the big guy’s shoulders. From up here it must have been nearly twenty feet down to the slick black ooze that gathered in this pit behind the clubhouse. Decades of spilled motor oil, gasoline, booze, trash, probably sewage, and worse had gone into creating the dark and unspeakable morass that passed for the wet mud down there.

  “Sorry, Theo,” said Tiny as he held me over the abyss.

  “I don’t suppose there’s any chance I can get you to rethink this, is there?” I tried.

  “Nope.”

  “I figured.”

  I had no time to do anything as Tiny tipped me off him and into the filth. I landed pretty softly, but the foul smelling, sticky black stuff got everywhere. In my mouth, my nose, my eyes, even my ears, however, not enough block out the loud baying and howling from my crew. Actually my crew. I was now their leader, and this was how they chose to celebrate that fact. It made sense, though, my first act as president couldn’t be to disregard our rules as though they don’t apply to the boss.

  I wiped my eyes and could even see Piper laughing at me. Yeah, it looked like she belonged with this bunch, which was just as well. Before long, a rope was lowered and Tiny was able to pull me up. Everyone cleared a path as I tried to throw some of the mud on me at them, except Piper. She stood fast in front of me, daring me to get her dirty. A collective hush fell over the gang as we faced off, her thinking that she, above all, was safe. This was the moment, the time to define her role in this crew, whether she knew it or not, and I had to let her have it. I lowered my soiled hands and left her unmuddied.

  “Come on, let’s get you into the shower,” she smiled, as if I was a tiresome child that had come home messy again. I saw Tina smile, a small expression of pride on her face, and I knew the Steel Angels would listen to Piper as they had done Tina. Now she totally belonged.

  ***

  The screen door was open, the hot water quickly filling the room with steam, but all I could see was Piper’s naked body, almost hidden among the gathering mists. She was facing away from me, so I stole in behind her and ran my hands over her shoulders and down her arms.

  “Hey, get off me!” she snapped. “No touching until you’ve washed all that shit off you.”

  The bathroom that was built just off the bedroom behind the central lounge of the main cabin was pretty large, with no actual cubicle just a big shower head that emptied itself over a tiled floor. Piper took a few steps away from me and turned to watch me, leaning against the wall. I worked and scrubbed to get the mess off me, while she supervised with a little smile on her lips.

  I couldn’t help it, I was getting hard again, just watching her stand naked before me. I stopped washing for a minute to finally take in the perfection that was her, nude. Her skin was flawless, toned, and tanned. Her long neck drew down to her slender shoulders, which then filled out into the most perfect, pert, full pair of breasts I had ever seen, each pointed with a small, beautiful pink nipple. My dick grew even larger as my eyes traveled down her luscious body, over her trim waist with its cute, pouting naval, down her slim hips, and onto the bare mound between her supple, shapely thighs.

  She allowed herself a wider smile, accompanied by an appreciative moan, as she saw my erection growing. “I think you’re clean enough now,” she purred, stepping back under the warm water. She spread her arms as the shower washed over her, turning away from me to let the liquid cascade down over her breasts. I moved up behind her once more, sliding my fingers sensually up the sides of her body, bringing a soft gasp from her as I reach the round edges of her breasts.

  My dick twitched as I touched her, throbbing gently against her firm, sexy ass. Without turning, she reached back and wrapped her fingers softly around my engorged shaft. The light contact made me shudder, which seemed to please her more, encouraging her to tighten her grip on me.

  I slid my hands back down her body, across her flat stomach, down to that smooth mound of delicate skin above her pussy. I brushed my finger over her clit, searching for entry to her warm, welcoming hole. She moaned again, pushing her hips out to help me, and started to slowly pump my dick in her small fist. I rubbed my fingers gently and quickly between the light folds of her soft lips, over her sweet spot, and before long, her breathing grew more rapid as she began to grind herself against my hand. I felt her slick wetness against my fingers, even under the water falling down on us.

  Her moans became louder and more intense. My free hand roamed across her breasts, playing with her hard nipples, while she pushed her pussy further onto my fingertips. She dropped my erection and placed both her hands on mine, forcing my hand harder against her and my fingers deeper into her, guiding my touches just where she wanted them until, with a deep groan, her knees buckled and she came on my hand.

  “Oh, fuck…!” she panted, turning in my arms to pull my mouth onto hers. She bit my lips and sucked on my tongue, her fingernails scraping their way over my neck and through my wet hair, my desperate cock pulsing with every new sensation she sent through me. “Mmm, fuck I love you so much,” she smiled as she let go of my mouth.

  “I love you too,” I said back, “I love everything about you, including making you cum.”

  “Oh, me too,” she purred, dropping to her knees in front of me.

  Tantalizingly slowly, she wrapped her lips around the head of my dick, those stunning blue eyes fixed on mine as she held me in her mouth, gently sucking on me like a popsicle. Suddenly, though, she swallowed as much of me as she could fit. She giggled softly as she felt me throb against the roof of her mouth, then took me in hand again and jerked the thick shaft of my cock, hard. I hissed as she pleasured my stiff member with so many sexy and ecstatic sensations, pausing every so often to prolong my agony as I throbbed against her. I was getting close, and she could sense it so, without a word, she stood up and led me by the dick, out of the shower and into the bedroom.

  “Lay down,” she breathed into
my ear.

  She pushed me gently down onto the thick, white, sheepskin rug that lay beside the bed. As I lay on my back, she stood over me. Her legs wide above me it was like I was looking up into heaven. My cock was so hard, pointing straight up in the air, so she slowly lowered herself down. She guided me carefully towards her pussy and, as I slipped easily inside her, I let out a long breath that I didn’t know I was holding. Her eyes closed as she sank further down on me, a low, silent moan emanating from her mouth as my full length became enclosed in her warmth. Staying on her feet, pushing her pussy down onto me as far as she could, she stopped.

  Her hand appeared from behind her, where she’d been steadying herself against my thigh, and she slid it down her stomach until it was between her open legs. Opening her eyes again, she gently rubbed her clit. She stared me straight in the eye and I held her gaze as her breathing began to quicken again. Small, high groans escaped her lips, and she made slight bucking movements with me still deep inside her. Each tiny jolt worked the smallest friction against my sensitive cock, which felt amazing, but I couldn’t take my eyes away from her as she frigged herself off on top of me. Within seconds, she was shaking her head violently from side to side.

  “Oh, oh, fuck!” she squealed and quickly stopped touching herself. “Woo, a little mini one.” She smiled and curled each leg until she was kneeling over me instead of crouching. The movement pushed me even deeper inside her, which caused us both to sigh, simultaneously.

  I could tell she loved having this power over me. She was perched above me like a cat toying with a doomed mouse. I reached up to fondle those fantastic titties. My fingers managed one gentle caress of her bullet-hard nipples before she seized my wrists, leaned forward, and pushed my hands to the floor above my head.

  Piper smiled and ground herself hard on my dick, groaning as she pushed. I gasped instinctively. Still holding my wrists, she rocked back and forth on me, causing the sweetest sensations as the soft, velvet walls of her pussy surrounded, enclosed, and completely embraced my throbbing erection. I thrust my hips up, hitting her deeper inside, and she responded by bouncing on me, slowly at first, then steadily increasing her pace. Soft, guttural moans escaped her throat every time she drove herself down on me, while I kept pushing further, desperate to reach as far inside her as I could.

  Piper closed those stunning blue eyes and started screwing herself down on me even more urgently. She let go of my wrists and sat back up. Our thrusting speed increased to a frenzied pace, every muscle in our bodies focused on keeping those sexual points fused together, straining to reach just a fraction closer. My cock felt swollen, bigger and harder than it ever had been.

  Piper threw her head back, her beautiful breasts bouncing, shining with sweat in the low light. She was screaming now, swearing and shaking as my thrusts pushed her closer and closer to the edge until, with a long, drawn-out, ‘Ohhhh fuuuck!’ I felt her pussy explode over me. She let her body fall onto my chest, limp, her pussy still grinding against me as a reflex, and cried out with each stab of my dick penetrating her.

  “Oh… my… fuck…!” she moaned. “Can’t… stop… cumming…! Feels so… good…!”

  The noises she made, the things she said, the incredible feeling of her orgasming on top of me… It was all too much, and I couldn’t take anymore. Each movement of us joined together became another step nearer to the point of no return. Then, finally, I gave a mighty thrust and came, spurting out great loads of jizz inside her.

  My head was dizzy and my body numbed as my cock burst, shooting an ongoing volley of thick liquid deep into her pussy. We yelled, screamed, and thrashed, cumming so hard together, until we slowed, like a stormy sea returning to calm, then lay still, sweat slowly cooling on our worn out bodies, my softening erection still firmly clutched by her exquisite sex muscles.

  Eventually, she rolled onto her back and lay beside me, luxuriating in the soft, thick rug. She twisted and stretched, enjoying the furry feel against her skin. I swear I heard her purring.

  “So, I’m your biker bitch now?” she laughed. She turned on her side and began tracing circles on my chest.

  “I wouldn’t call it that, but yeah,” I replied. “If you want to be.”

  “I hadn’t properly thought about what I was going to do after I got away from Madam X,” she said, chewing her lip thoughtfully. The way her mouth moved was one of the most erotic things I’d ever seen, and she didn’t even realize she was doing it.

  “What about San Francisco, New Orleans, Europe?” I reminded her.

  “Romantic ideas,” she said, “I mean, doable, but I didn’t think it could actually happen. We were on a pretty serious fuck-high when we were talking about that.”

  “True,” I chuckled at the sexy memory.

  “But you need to be here now, to lead your crew, don’t you?”

  “I guess,” I told her. “I mean, I didn’t ask for this, no one would mind if I… what’s the word?”

  “Abdicated?”

  “Good enough. Point is, after this war is over, we’ll be free to stay or to go.” I looked at her. She appeared to be thinking again.

  “Would we live here?” she indicated the bedroom which, despite being part of a log cabin/biker bar on the outside, was extremely comfortable and well-appointed inside, right down to the wide, low bed we were lying next to.

  “I guess. I mean, it’s up to Tina, but I reckon she’ll want to get another place. And it makes sense for the club leader to stay here.”

  “Okay!” she announced. “Get the hell up and win this war then.” She started pushing me up off the floor.

  “Are you serious?” I complained. I wanted to stay on the furry rug with her nakedness.

  “Damn right. You’ve got a job to do and it looks like I’m the girl whose job is to make sure you do it,” she smiled as she managed to make me get up. “Get back in that shower. We’ve got battle plans to make.”

  ***

  And so we did. As soon as we were ready, I called a meeting with Link and Marco. We ate barbecue chicken plates while we figured out what to do. I had the word sent out to pull everyone out of the jobs we were working and get back to the bar. It was maybe going to cost us some contracts, but we’d have to eat that. I needed the only place Vinnie and his guys were going to find Steel Angels to be back here at this club house.

  We had lookouts posted on all the routes up to the bar, with signals in place so we would have about fifteen minutes to get ready if they took the bait. I was trusting on Vinnie to decide we were on the run, and to want to come and finish the job himself. Then all we had to do was wait. That was the hard part.

  The sun was getting low, throwing long shadows up the clearing, so I took Piper out the back of the cabin, to where the brothers sometimes like to let off a few rounds. We had a dugout dirt wall behind a trio of dummies. I set us up at about twenty-five feet from the targets and let her finally fire some live ammo. I didn’t ask where she’d managed to get hold of the Glock 19 she’d been carrying, but I was able to show her the differences between it and my SIG and, when she’d practiced getting her grip right, she was nailing the bad guys four out of five times. We switched guns. She practiced with my M&P and, about five hundred rounds later, she was pretty competent.

  “Well, technically speaking,” she smiled at me when we were packing up, “I guess that was our second date. You sure know how to show a girl a good time.”

  “Just so long as you don’t expect me to put out,” I said, “if it’s only the second date. Here, though. I got you some presents.” I gave her three, non-California legal, fifteen-round magazines of nine-millimeter bullets. It wasn’t hard to find some extra Glock mags among the brothers.

  “Gee, so thoughtful,” she joked.

  “I’ll make it up to you after the war,” I said, pulling her in to kiss her.

  “Hate to break up the party, dog,” called Link, out of the venue tent, “but we got incoming.”

  “Serious?” I asked him.


  “As a heart attack, dog.”

  I’d already briefed Piper to stay by me. I knew I was never going to get her to stay away, but I didn’t want her in the fighting either. I taught her to shoot for self-defense only, she didn’t need to find out what it was like to kill someone, even a bad guy. We ran up to the covered area and found most of the gang gathering and passing around rifles. I had two extra mags for my SIG now, but I accepted an AR15 from Marco and a couple of extra clips.

  “Okay, brothers!” I yelled. “Spread out well! You know what to do! Let’s show these wop assholes how Angels do things!”

  A resounding cheer erupted and several of the guys hopped on dirt bikes and four-wheel ATVs and powered away from the bar in different directions. I grabbed Piper’s hand and led her over to another four wheeler. I got on and she threw her leg over the back behind me. I felt her arm wrap around my waist and her lips on my cheek.

  “I love you,” she said quietly.

  “Me too,” I smiled back. I gunned the motor and we powered off up the hill, towards the trees.