by Oakes, Tara
"Enough of this bullshit. Let's fuckin’ do this already." He has such an air of authority about him, that even I can't help but fall in line. His sandy brown hair has that disheveled, recently mussed look to it. What I wouldn’t give to run my fingers through that hair right now, pull it down close to me......
"You.” He finally breaks his stare from mine and addresses my newfound, pelvic-obsessed friend. He snaps his fingers as he points to my wrists tied together, resting in my lap. "Untie her now."
Turning on his heel, he stalks away into the building behind him. Vince and my dad push Tiny in the same direction and follow through the doorway. With all the shit that has gone down in the last twelve hours, I am not prepared to see him. Not now, not like this.
Jasper was my first love, my only love. I haven't seen him in two years and the first glimpse he sees of me is tied, all slutted up, and in a shit storm of trouble. Great. This day cannot possibly get any fucking worse.
******
At least an hour must have passed. I sit rubbing my wrists to try and quiet the stinging. The dirtbags hovering around me have since backed off, giving me a little breathing room. This is torture, sitting here with nothing to do but think of Jasper, or "Jay" as the club calls him. Nothing but minute after minute to think about how much I loved him, needed him and hated him. He was everything I wanted, everything I craved. He also broke my heart and crushed my soul along with it. I guess you could say that's where this whole damn mess started.
He was young, I was younger. It could have been called fate. We grew up together, born and raised in the MC. We always knew that he would patch in when he was old enough. He and Tiny patched in together. It was a really proud moment for our family, like passing the torch to the next generation. Our dad's were so pleased that their boys would carry on the tradition, and the club that they built with their own bare hands would live on in the sons.
I had always had a crush on Jay. He was the drop-dead gorgeous older boy who had swagger dripping out of his pores. I wasn't the only one to notice, either. He was never shy with the girls and he and Tiny always had tramps and sluts hanging all over them. I was the annoying younger sister that they never wanted around. After several years of being told to scram off or one too many pranks pulled on me, I gave them their space and started to grow up on my own.
I never quite fit in with the girls my age. They were into Barbie dolls, makeup, boy bands and shopping. I was into sports, books and school. I always kept my grades up and had one or two boys from class interested in me. That never lasted long though, as Tiny and Jay would always find a way to scare them off.
THEN
When I turned sixteen, something changed. Not suddenly or out of nowhere, but gradually. Jay started to pop up randomly when Tiny wasn't around. He was twenty-three and had just patched into the MC as a full member. I hadn't seen him much during the couple of years that they were prospecting to get into the club… I'm sure they were kept busy with club bullshit and nonsense.
He was so hot, and older, and experienced, and tough. I was none of those things and naturally drawn to him like a moth to a flame. He was strong and I felt safe and protected by him. He called me baby and I would just melt into his blue eyes. Butch wasn't thrilled that we were spending so much time together. I was always warned to keep my grades up and that nothing would be getting in the way of going to college. Especially not some “hot shot, little shit that wanted in my pants.” Yeah, dad was a real poet.
After a couple of weeks, I noticed that all of the boys starting to avoid me, even the one or two that could always be counted on to ask me to see a movie on the weekend or study for a test together. I’m sure seeing the older, tough as nails biker dropping me off in the morning and picking me up every afternoon didn't help matters much. It didn't take long until Jay was hanging around field hockey practice and showing up to games, even our travel ones.
When a month or so had passed I started to get the impression that maybe I wasn't imagining the hot, thick, tension between us. Maybe it wasn't just a kid sister protectiveness, maybe it was something more. Any doubts I had were quelled one night at a charter party back at the MC's clubhouse. It wasn't unusual for me to be there, considering both my brother and my pop were patched members. Jay stayed by my side the entire night.. critiquing my pool shot, sneaking me cups of beer instead of soda. By the time I would usually leave these parties... you know.. when the brothers would pair off with their lays for the night and the clubhouse started to resemble the set of a porn flick... Jay grabbed my hand and led me to the roof of the main building, far away from and out of earshot of the moaning and all out debauchery downstairs.
We lay side by side on the sloping roof, staring up at the clear night. It never got too cold in Chisholm, South Carolina.. especially on a warm May night like that one but suddenly I started to shiver. Jay pulled me close, noticing my shaking,
"Shhhh.. baby.. you cold?"
I wasn't cold. But, somehow it seemed like the right thing to do to agree with him. Especially if it meant that he would be holding on to me to warm me with his steamy body heat. Jay smelled so good. Being that close to him I became enveloped in his soapy clean muskiness. He rubbed my shoulders and then my arms, trying to warm me from my “chill.” The heat from the friction soon spread over me, flushing my face and neck and plummeting to my core. I had never felt anything like that before and could only compare it to the feeling one might get from a free falling elevator. Responding to these intense sensations, my body started to squirm slightly, searching for some type of anchor to calm the chaos.
Jay tucked his chin into the crook behind my ear and whispered in a raspy, husky voice, "That better, babe?"
His lips lingered and explored the sensitive skin, breathing deep into my flowing hair. My eyes began to flutter and I held my breath afraid of what would escape if I tried to answer.
When I didn't respond for several moments, Jay pressed on my shoulders pulling me to him while rolling himself slightly over, hovering and placing his hands on either side while lifting himself directly above. With only an inch or so between us, he stared into me and locked my gaze with his. I could feel the breath from his lips come onto mine as he spoke.
"I'm not gonna play around with this anymore, babe. You my girl?"
My eyes widened, taking in the full weight of his words. His Girl? How could I be his girl? I'm still sixteen… for another few weeks, anyway. I'm the annoying little brat that they used to play tricks on and tease until I ran crying to mom, or Jay's mom. He was twenty-three, gorgeous, and a real bad-ass. What did he need a girl for? I mean it was nothing he couldn't get anytime he wanted from the Club Mama's hanging around every night, or the Sweet Butts that came slinking in for parties.
I could feel my breath quickening and my pulse racing. Jay's hips slowly started moving down onto mine and settled their full weight between my thighs, then a slight bit of pressure started pressing into me. He hadn't blinked once. He just stared into me as my eyes raced around and my shallow, labored breathing tried it's damnedest to regulate itself. He brought his lips on top of mine, brushing their plumpness delicately over mine.
"I asked.... are you my girl?"
Heat soared down to my legs and raced around into my stomach. My breathing finally slowed and I answered in the best way I could, “I don't know.... am I?"
Jay seemed to like my response. His eyes flickered a hint of mischief and then hooded themselves.
"Damn right you're my girl..." He crashed his lips down on top of mine. I arched my neck up to meet him as his lips surrounded mine and pressed into them, onto them and around them. My mouth was putty in his as he guided me expertly deeper together. His lips parted slightly and I felt his moistness urging me to follow his lead. I had kissed a boy before, (well two if you counted Joey McDonough in the seventh grade) but this was different. This was kissing a man.
His tongue powerfully stroked my lips, first my top lip and then just as strong on my lower, urging them
to open further for him. I followed his unspoken directions and allowed him to enter into me, searching for my own tongue and the comfort it would give him. He swirled around thrusting in, exploring what was hidden inside, maneuvering mine to match his rhythm. He tasted just as good as he smelled. A bit smoky, a bit spicy and a helluva lot like a deep musk would taste.
He growled lightly, pulling me closer to him, as he pressed deeper onto me. The hardness of his manhood throbbing against my thigh through our jeans. I suddenly panicked.. never venturing this far into passion with a boy before, I was certain my inexperience would start to show and Jay would realize what a child I was compared to the slutty Club Mama's that knew how to satisfy him without pause. I started to inch my face away and tense myself.
Jay pulled himself away from my lips and pressed his forehead to mine, seeming to strain against himself.
"Baby... you have no idea how much I love how innocent you are." He kissed my closed lips softly once more, "You're mine. My girl. No one else's. Say it baby."
"I'm your girl".
NOW
The door to the clubhouse of the Slayers MC finally opens as if answering my silent prayers. Thank God. I need this to be over with already. The waiting and the suspense is killing me. The last thing I need at this point is more time to think back and remember the details of my very own shattered biker-fairytale. I lived it, hell I've relived it a thousand times. The last thing I wanted was to remember....
Clink, Chaps and Dewey march out first, soon followed by my dad and my brother. They come right to me, offering me a bottle of cold water and a large Kingsmen t-shirt to cover my trashy midriff top. My pop grabs hold of me and squeezes tightly.
"Baby girl what the hell were you thinking?!" He scowled at me. Before I could answer, he pulled me in tight rocking slightly back and forth, offering whatever little bit of fatherly comfort he could.
"I don't know pop. It all happened so fast. Everything just got out of hand. How did you know I was here?”
I had never been so thankful to see my Dad, but unless his fatherly radar was working overtime he shouldn't have had any reason to think that I was anywhere other than in my apartment three hours away in River Rapids. Tiny strokes my hair back from my face as I cradled into my dad's shoulder and answers for him.
"Your friend Christina came to the clubhouse and told Jay. We geared up and set a meeting with Shade to squash this shit. Jay and Vince are working out the details now."
My pop finally lets me out of his bear hug and inspects me, "You hurt girl? These sons of bitches do anything to you?"
There is an unspoken meaning to his questioning. The Slayers have a nasty reputation when it comes to women, from what I've been able to pick up over the years. Shade, their president had even served time for it. All the girls in town know to stay away from them. I understand what my dad is asking.
"No pop. I'm fine. I just need to get out of here and go home."
I lied. If I even so much as hinted that the big burly bald guy in the back of us had backhanded me last night I know it would be an all out shit-storm.
Butch nods to me and cups my chin. The entire group turns our attention once more to the clubhouse door as Shade, Vince and Jay step out into the sunlight. Jay already has his sunglasses on, making it more than difficult to read anything from him. Vince shakes hands awkwardly and stiffly with Shade, mouthing something I can't make out. Shade smirks at the comment and calls out to his goons.
”Boys, it appears our hospitality has been appreciated. Our guests will be leaving now. All of them." I exhaled. That last bit was an obvious reference about me. "Jay," Shade called out as Jasper followed Vince towards us. "72 hours".
I look around from Butch to Clink, to Dewey, Chaps and finally Tin,y to reassure myself that it is really over. "Thank God. Thank you all so much. Can I really go home now?"
Vince makes his way next to me and kisses my cheek. The others allowed him to answer.
"Lil's... We're going home." I close my eyes tight, the stress of last night finally getting the best of me. I bite my lip to hold back my tears. Vince squeezes my shoulder reassuringly before he adds, "You're riding with your ol' man,” before he and all of the other Kingsmen seek out their bikes.
My body suddenly feels as if it weighs a thousand pounds. Shock sets in as I register Vince's words.
"Wait... MY WHAT?!,” I call out behind them as I search each of them for a visible answer. My heart stops when I finally set eyes on Jay as he straddles over his bike, staring forward, away from me and holds out his own helmet as if it were poison and he wanted nothing more than to drop it.
"Get on" he growls.
My mouth dries. No way.. this can't be happening. Jay stands stone still, not letting the helmet waiver a bit as I stand in shock. "I said... GET ON. NOW. "
I frantically look to my brother and my pop to step in and end this… whatever this is. They looked down, away, anywhere they can but at me. They start their engines and fall in line with Vince, waiting to leave. I can see Jay getting pissed off. Fearing he’ll take off without me, I walk over to his outstretched arm, taking the helmet from him.
I strap up and swing my leg over the bike, having to stand on my tip-toes to do it. I try to settle into the leather seat so my short skirt won't hike up any further than it needs too.
“Fuck," I exhaled out, mainly to myself.
Jay revs his engine, and calls back to me, "Not yet babe. Save something for later,” in the most smart-ass way he can.
I try to balance myself so that I can keep my hands on the seat, away from Jay. He falls into his rightful place, slightly offset behind Vince, as his Vice-President, and jerks on the breaks briefly, causing me to crash my chest into his back. So much for trying to balance myself.
"You know better... hold on,” he grits through the bandana tied to cover over his mouth as he rides. I latch as tightly as I can around his waist, and he chuckles triumphantly.
“Asshole," I whispered into his ear.
He reaches his hand down and adjusts my grip lower, so it just grazes the growing bulge in his jeans.
"Baby... I love when you talk dirty."
The engines roar and throttles opened as we take off in a uniformed pattern out of the gates of the Slayer's compound and away from my new admirer, “Crotch.”
I'm gonna kind of miss the bastard.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Tara is a thirty-something newbie author from Long Island, New York. She's a voracious reader, a passionate writer and obsessive junk T.V. aficionado. When she's not doing one of those three things she is attempting to garden, hanging with her hubby or partaking in some retail therapy. She enjoys connecting with her readers and is having a blast entering into this new world of publishing.