by Dane, Ryder
It had taken caring people to help her come to the notion, and she wanted to hug Matthew for repairing her ravaged skin. She wanted to kiss Big Dog for being a horny Bastard with a screwed up sense of beauty. The text of a picture of his penis this morning made her grin. The caption: He Misses You, was as close to romance that she might get from him, but if he was offering more at some time in the near future, she would be taking him up on it.
She followed the box truck down the driveway to the farmhouse. When she parked her truck in front of the garage, and got out to stretch her legs, she stared at the house. It was built in the Victorian style with a tower and huge wraparound porch. The house was certainly huge as Big Dog had said it was. Toy trucks and a small bicycle laid on its side in the yard. The place was a house, not a cabin, or a duplex. It screamed sanctuary and home. She loved it.
The big rental truck pulled up beside the box truck and Tarzan got out. There was no sign of Harlow, but he might have dropped her off before coming there.
The bikes showed up shortly after the truck did, and the process of unloading everything began. Most of the boxes and trunks were offloaded into the pole barn so Future could go through them later, and not mess up the house with all of the clutter and dust. The dining room table and chairs looked like they belonged in the house and so did the chests of drawers, wardrobes, and the brocade fireside chairs. The beds were put in the pole barn for now.
Charlie let them in, saying Big Dog had to be in court again today, but he should be back shortly. The old man kept saying that he remembered a lot of this stuff from his childhood, and Georgie teased him about his age. That didn’t get a rise from the victim, so Georgie asked him how his woman was doing, “Is she ready to dump your old ass for a younger one like me.” Got the reaction he hoped for, and they traded insults for the next hour.
The trucks were unloaded except for the liquor and wine. Future told Tiny to take it to the clubhouse if he thought the club would want it. She pulled two cases of whisky and two cases of wine out of the truck to have at the house. “I just got the delivery two days before the fire and I’m glad that something survived. Even if it’s a thousand dollars worth of whiskey and wine.”
Chapter Fourteen
Tarzan took the rental back and Butch drove behind him to give him a ride home. Big Dog texted a message telling her to make herself at home, he would be coming home later than he thought. So she filled the deep old clawfoot tub with hot water and soaked until she was pruny. She looked through the fridge and got a beer and a thick ham sandwich, before turning out the lights and going into the small room with the curved couch and a large screen TV.
She was asleep before the sandwich and beer were half gone. That’s where Hugh found her when he got home. He’d meant to be here when she pulled in the driveway, but the paperwork on his adoption of Kevin had to be dealt with, and he stopped by Selma Pearson’s office to thank her. He’d run into Cliff Abbot, one of the members of the Bastards, and had to buy the brother a meal and a few beers in town. The poor fucker was so riddled with cancer the doctor’s thought it was linked to the pesticides that Cliff used in his exterminating business. He had an electric wheelchair that was his only transportation now, and he was bored. So Big Dog spent a few hours with him to let him know he wasn’t forgotten by the group.
The added plus to caring about Cliff was the man knew everything that went on in town. He wanted his brothers to know about the new gang of bikers that were said to be real hardcore. Sheriff Lorne Iszcabiec sat with a deputy behind the partition in the diner, and Cliff gave Big Dog the “someone’s listening” sign, when he brought up the subject.
“You know, Big Dog, this new group are said to make the Breed look like a bunch of rah-rah girls. They have a patch they say Satan inspired too. It is a sword and some kind of carbine crossed in the middle and all kinds of medieval weapons in the outside of the circle.” Cliff paused for a moment, and from the way he seemed to be trying to compose himself without laughing, Big Dog knew it was going to be a good one. He wasn’t disappointed.
“They call themselves, Satan’s Hammer MC, and they are spreading the reputation they have killed and stolen their way up the coast in California and coming this way. Yep, you boys had better watch out, they plan to take over the territory here real soon.”
It was his turn to try to compose himself without laughing out loud, he couldn’t help the choking sounds from escaping, there was no way he would disclose what he knew about the “New Gang”. He drank down half a beer and finally could say a few words without giggling like a schoolgirl. “Well, Cliff, you know how we hate all the fighting and shit that comes with being a MC group. If they show up, we’ll just call the sheriff and his men to deal with an outlaw group like that. We’re taxpayers and expect to be protected and served just like any other citizen in this county.” There was already a group called Satan’s Hammer in Kentucky and Tennessee. It would be interesting to see the real deal meet up with the bottom feeders.
The sound of glass breaking on the other side of the partition gave the two of them satisfaction. They loved to pull the arrogant sheriff’s chain, and the man was too damn dumb to realize it. This was a routine for Cliff and Big Dog, it gave Cliff some form of entertainment, and he enjoyed feeding half assed shit like this to the sheriff who thought he was being sneaky. If the dumb bastard would come to him and ask, he might get more cooperation, but there was no chance of that happening, the man would rather be shot by his own gun than ask for help.
When they left the diner, Big Dog explained the situation to Cliff, and they both laughed until tears rolled down their cheeks. It had been worth the time Big Dog took with Cliff. As soon as he was on his bike, and out of town, he opened the hog up and drove. He didn’t need to be psychic to know that Cliff didn’t have much time left on this earth. That might be the last time they got the privilege to fuck with the sheriff, and it made him sad.
Now that he was home and watching Future as she slept, he knew where they were headed. Her being here was proof enough that she’d learned to trust him. That pussy bike of hers was parked in his garage, and she was in a tank top and shorts, asleep in front of the TV. She looked like she was at home, and he planned to keep it that way.
He grinned, Kevin was with Muffy, and he had a beautiful sexy woman in the house. It was time to take advantage of the situation.
*****
Future woke up to sunshine blazing through the sheer curtains in the master bedroom. She stretched her legs and felt the burn in her muscles from last night’s activities. Hugh had gone out of his way to make an impression, and he succeeded. Her nipples hardened as she remembered his determination to turn her into one big nerve of pleasure. She learned to appreciate his stamina for making love. Last night couldn’t be described as screwing, it was too raw and beautiful to be reduced to something so impersonal. She’d tried to return the pleasures he gave her and hope she succeeded as well as he did for her.
She sat up and had to stare at the big beautiful man lying next to her hip, with his forearm over his eyes, and his bulging muscles on display in the sunlight. She felt so much love in her heart for him at this moment that she had to tell him. She climbed on top of him and began kissing his wide chest. His nipples were in her way, so they were nibbled on in turn as she made her way up his whiskered neck and chin to his lips. She felt his prick wake from its slumber and it stretched under the lips of her wet flesh. She adjusted her hips to allow it to keep growing while penetrating her pussy. This fullness was what she needed this morning, and with a last lick on his lips, she sat up and began to ride his hips. “Good morning, sunshine, I hope you don’t mind, but I need this to start my day. By the way, I want to say I love you before I get too far out of my head to say it and you’d know I mean it.” She leaned up, and looked down to where his thick prick was disappearing into her body, causing her to speed up her efforts to pleasure both of them.
She found herself flat on her back with his body buried deep and
his lips crushing hers. His thumb was pinching her unprotected clit and she fell into a pleasure so deep she saw colors burst in her mind, vivid colors, and muscle tightening physical pleasure.
He hadn’t told her he loved her, and she was happy he didn’t try to say words he didn’t mean. She hoped her confession didn’t make him feel like she wanted to trap him into declaring his undying love or anything like that. It would be nice to know she wasn’t in the emotional aspect of the relationship by herself though.
They got up and showered together. The laughter she brought to his life was filling a big hole he hadn’t known was there. He wasn’t a fancy talker, and maybe she could do better, but he wasn’t going to wait much longer to let her know that she had a place in his heart. She said she loved him and he had every intention of holding her to it.
“How about we go for a ride, I have a place that I love to go to once in a while, you can see the whole valley from my spot.” He took the towel from her body and began to rub her wet hair with one hand as his other hand skimmed over her silky skin. “I love your skin, it’s so silky and smooth that my fingers itch to explore every inch of you.” He dropped the towel onto the side of the sink and began kissing her lips, working his way down her neck, and enjoying the way goose bumps formed on her soft shoulders.
His mouth found her nipple and his hands grabbed the backs of her knees, lifting her onto the vanity top. When he dropped to his knees with his head between her thighs, Future giggled from the feel of his whiskers tickling the sensitive nerve endings under the sweep of his beard. She held onto the counter with one hand and grabbed a handful of his wet hair with the other, “Oh yes, I love the way you do that, please, yes.” His tongue worked its magic and twirled over her clit and then dipped inside of her welcoming body. He stuck two fingers inside of her pussy and sucked strongly on her hard clit, tonguing it while the vacuum of his mouth pulled the shy muscle up and stiff, “God, Hugh, oh that’s so good, I’m ready to come.” She could feel the spasms beginning deep inside of her cunt, and began to move her hips, causing the scrape of his teeth over her exposed clit. “Oh fuck yes.” She was tumbling over the cliff and enjoying the fall, when he stood and slammed his thick cock deep. Her nails scored his shoulders as she cried out her love for him and for the way he fucked her.
He got a kick in the heart each time he heard those words from her lips. His heart was pounding and he could no more stop fucking her tight pussy than he could stop the words “Mine, this is mine, no fucking one else's” from spilling from between his gritted teeth, as the come shot from his prick. His arms came around her and they stayed in that position until their breathing began to slow down. He helped her down from the counter, and they cleaned up with a quick rinse with the showerhead before getting dressed, pulling denim over damp skin, and tangling her bra when he tried to help her put the damn thing on.
He brought his bike around front. She locked the door and hopped on behind him. She never hesitated this time, her hands held on to his belt as he accelerated down the driveway and onto the road. He pulled the bike onto a dirt two track, and they rode up into the hills of the forest. When they finally stopped at the spot he loved to come to, she could see why it held so much appeal.
“It’s beautiful here.” Seeing nothing but the colors of the forest for miles surrounding them, made her realize he was sharing something more than just his home and body with her. “You love me, I know you love me or we wouldn’t be here, and if the words never leave your lips, I’ll always know, because this is your special place.” She went to him and pulled his head down for her kiss, “I love you, and thank you for bringing me here.”
He wrapped her in his arms with her back to his front, and felt his prick begin to stir. “You have a place right here, in my arms. You have no idea how strong and invincible I feel when you say my name, or the way you fall apart when you come as I’m deep inside of you. You smile and I get hard. Damn, woman, when you hurt, I want to kill what or who hurt you. Hearing you tell me that you love me, you have no clue how that made me feel. It is indescribable.
“Fuck it all, not going to fight it. I want you in my home, smiling at me till it hurts like a bitch until I’ve got you under me screaming my name, and squeezing the come from my cock. I want to see you in my kitchen teaching Kevin to make burgers, or doing mom shit with him. He is my nephew, my sister was a drug addict, but you know that already don’t you? We are a packaged deal, if you decide to take us on, which I have every intention of making you want to stay, 'cause I refuse to let you go. And I promise you will never regret one day of it.”
She turned in his arms and shared a kiss that left them both yanking at each other’s clothing, and when Hugh pulled her to his bike and arranged her lying over the gas tank, straddling the seat, he buried his cock deep into her wet pussy.
The gas cap was between her shoulder blades and pushed her breasts up, making it convenient for his hands to play with her large mounds. He twisted the rings in her nipples and groaned, “I fuckin’ love to see these all tight and ready for my hands.” He had to bow his back to lean down and take the tender nub into his mouth, but that didn’t slow down her hips from working his cock as deep as she could inside of her hot tunnel.
Only the birds and woodland creatures witnessed the way she screamed low between her teeth as she came, and the way the man that had given her such pleasure stared at her when her eyes closed. Her hips jerked faster against his as he growled the words she thought she would never hear leave his lips as he filled her wet depths with his come. “I love you. God, woman, you make me smile inside, and you fucking know it.”
She smiled inside herself with the knowledge she alone would be the only one to see and hear this softer side of this man. And she knew she would cherish every tender moment she shared with him.
*****
The club was full of Sunday morning hungry people. As Big Dog led her into the lounge with their plates, Kevin ran over to get a hug, and stared at Future for quite a while as he sat next to his new dad. He leaned over and whispered something in his father’s ear, and got a shrug, before Big Dog stood and took the child’s hand in his. “We’ll be back in a few minutes.”
She finished her coffee and was about to gather the plates and mugs when they came back. Kevin stopped in front of her and said, “He is my new dad you know.” She nodded solemnly. Big Dog held a new leather cut out to her, and she stood to take it. He shook his head and stepped up close, holding the vest for her to put on. It was his idea of asking her to be his old lady. Wearing it was her yes answer. When he went down on his knee, she was shocked.
“Marry me.” He didn’t ask, it came out as more of a demand, but she didn’t care, she knocked him on his ass when she tackled him, landing on his gut, kissing his lips, as everyone was laughing. She didn’t notice the jeweled eyes of the skeleton in the logo that he’d customized himself.
*****
The party that followed that night was great, and Demon wove his way to the newly engaged couple that was standing around, talking to people. He plopped down on his knees and grabbed her hips in his hands before leaning over and placing a loud smacking kiss on the cheek of her ass. He got up, nodded to Big Dog, and went to the bar. The catcalls and laughter made him bow and raise his glass, “To you, my lady, may you continue to make my friend smile. Be good to each other.”
He made his way to the back rooms to take a quick nap, but could only stare in shock, until he was told to “Either join in or get the fuck out.” He shook his head and clicked the button on the door handle so any unsuspecting person checking the rooms wouldn’t see what he’d just seen. He went back to the party and ordered a well deserved whiskey in his book. He quickly downed the first one and pushed his glass toward the bartender to refill it. He walked over to the small crowd of people consisting of Knight, Big Dog, and Needles, standing next to Tarzan.
Big Dog found the expression on Demon’s face odd. He hadn’t planned to ask, but the blank faced look was s
o curious that he had to know what was going on. He clapped Demon on the shoulder, “Hey, buddy, what’s got you looking like a virgin on his wedding night?”
Demon finished his drink. “You don’t want to know exactly what I just saw, man, trust me on that. I go to lay down for a few and opened the backroom door, fucking Charlie has a woman.” He turned back to the bar and grabbed the beer that Joey had put there for Knight. “I need to get drunk, too fuckin’ drunk to want to get laid. That cockblocking old bastard, first the hot piece of tail waitress, and now I don’t know who he has back there with him. That old son-of-a-bitch can get women, I haven’t had one in a damned week. Now, I need eye bleach, the sight of his old ass… Fuck. I can’t even think of that.” He shuddered and knocked back the shot.
Hugh had no response for the poor bastard, he slapped him on the back again and leaned down to Future, quietly asking her if she felt like having him be good to her right now, and she laughingly nodded as he pulled her through the crowd, through the back door and into the duplex. He planned to be good to her later when they got home too. For now, the duplex would do.
Epilogue
Knight watched Big Dog haul his woman over his shoulder and head into the dark. Kevin had gone home with Muffy, his new Nana, Demon was sitting in the corner drinking himself into oblivion. Not that he blamed him after what he witnessed.
He never thought he’d be jealous to see a man voluntarily lock down like Big Dog just did today. He liked his job of riding between clubs and busting heads where it was needed. Some of the things he’d done as a Nomad for the Bastards was boring as hell, others were the adrenalin for his dark side. It was time he started earning his keep. There was a couple of threats to the club on the loose, and it was his job to eliminate those threats. Normally, he would have his friend with him on a hunt, but Demon wasn’t the same man he’d been—or maybe it was him who had changed.