Slide: Rugged Skulls MC

by Amy Davies

  Twenty-One

  Farrah

  I had just climbed into bed when I got the text from Magnum about a very drunk Slide, telling me I had to go and pick him up and take care of his ass. Now I’m on my way to the clubhouse in the dead of night.

  I threw on some cotton shorts, a cropped top and my Converse, before pulling my hair up into a messy bun on the top of my head.

  As I pull up to the gate, I see one of the guys from the club give me a chin lift as he opens it. I drive through and park my car off to the side. Shutting the car off, I climb out, not bothering to lock it, and make my way to the main door.

  I can hear laughter and rock music playing, but not loud enough to drown out their talking as I push the door open. The room is darker than it was the last time I was here, but I can see the men of the club all sitting around a table. Slide is almost hanging off a chair, Rookie next to him, while Magnum and Opal are on the sofa opposite them. Sarge is in another chair.

  They all look so relaxed, enjoying each other’s company.

  “Hey beautiful.” The voice startles me, and I look to my right and see Slade walking toward me, bare-chested. Jase is next to him, equally naked. Both look flushed. I can’t help but blush, knowing without doubt they’ve just had sex.

  Holy hotness. The vision of two men fucking makes my pussy clench and my body heat up. Jase winks at me, and I smile back at him. No point in trying to hide the fact that I know what they’ve done or that I find it a turn on. They know it’s hot and that women love it.

  “SUNSHINE,” Slide calls out, stumbling from the chair. Rookie has to stabilize him, so he doesn’t hit the deck. He pulls his arms out of Rookie’s hold and makes his way to me.

  I brace myself, because he’s like a drunk bull in a china shop. He charges for me, but thankfully, Slade stops him from knocking me over. I look over at Magnum, who’s lounging in his seat, a big ass smile on his face. He climbs to his feet and closes the gap between us.

  “Thanks, babe. You can take him home and deal with him. P-Town is waiting for me.” He winks at me, then slaps Slide on the back. “Behave for your old lady, yeah?”

  “You got it, Prez,” Slide slurs, and I groan, making the boys laugh.

  “Oh, payback is a bitch, boys. Just remember, I have girl time with all of your ladies,” I point out. That wipes the smiles of their faces, except for Slade, who puts his arm around Jase’s waist and smirks at me.

  “You may get in Ida’s ear, babe, but I’ll still have my man,” he says, kissing Jase’s jaw. I fold my arms and smirk at him.

  “Really?” They both nod at me. “You may like dick, but how long can you go with no pussy?” I ask proudly.

  This time they both drop their smiles, and I wink triumphantly, before looking back to Slide, who’s swaying where he stands.

  “Move it, Slide,” I state. I look to each of the boys, and I see Slade smirking at me before he opens his mouth.

  “Slide, brother, are you still craving a good fuck?” he asks, before he winks at me.

  My eyes widen as I look at each of the men. They’re all smiling, looking between Slide and me. Are they really talking about him having sex with someone else? Did he do more than let the porn star kiss him?

  My stomach suddenly feels like a ship in a storm. My hands go to my belly to try and stave off the feeling of throwing up in front of the club. Opal steps up to me, placing his hand on my shoulder, so I look up at him. The sickly feeling fades at his touch.

  Shit, Jodie told me about this, about how Opal has the magic touch.

  “Not what we meant, okay?” I go to nod and to speak, but Slide’s voice stops me.

  “Hell yeah.” My gaze snaps to his, and I see him struggling to open his jeans. He eventually accomplishes his mission, but what he does next is something I don’t think I will ever forget.

  “Holy shit, my cock has shrunk. How did my cock shrink? Who sucked my cock off?” He’s bending over to look, then he arches his back, pushing his pelvis out to show us.

  “Whiskey dick, brother,” Rookie tells him, laughing his ass off, just like Slade, Jase and Sarge. Opal is chuckling next to me.

  Slide frowns down at his dick, his jeans now down around his ankles. Then he does it. He gyrates his hips, making his dick swing like a helicopter propeller. Everyone in the room bursts out laughing because he’s actually doing a good job at imitating it.

  He stumbles a little from the motion but regains his balance, then continues to swing his dick for the room to see. Rookie falls back into his chair, laughing, holding his stomach. Sarge is doubled over, crying with laughter. Slade and Jase are leaning on each other as they laugh, and Opal is next to me chuckling. That sets me off. I cover my mouth with one hand while the other goes to my stomach as it cramps up with laughter.

  I close my eyes and take a deep breath, just as a crashing sound breaks into the room. The laughter gets louder, and I look up to see Slide on the floor, a toppled chair next to him.

  “Oh, flucking dick. Who put that chair there?”

  “Come on, man, let’s get you out to Farrah’s car,” Opal tells him, as he walks over to help him up. Slide’s eyes go wide when he hears my name. He looks around the room for me.

  “Farrah is here. My sunshine, my only sunshine,” he starts to sing, before Opal pulls him to his feet and shuts him up.

  “I like my ears not bleeding, brother,” Opal says, as Rookie goes over to help him.

  “How did my jeans get all the way down there?” Slide asks, bending over to look at his feet.

  Everyone looks at Opal and smiles, and he shakes his head in defeat.

  “We’re even now, brother. Do not dick slap me,” Opal tells Slide, as he drops down to pull Slide’s jeans up. I see him smile down at Opal, and he opens his big fat mouth again.

  “While you’re there, brother.” He nods to his dick. Slade and Jase burst out laughing again, while Opal scowls at them, making them laugh harder.

  “You have the wrong brother, brother, and gender. Fucking prick.” Opal mutters that last bit.

  “Not my style. Oops. I like my pussy too much, but I don’t think I can fuck another pussy again. My sunshine is pissed at me, and I don’t think I can fuck another pussycat again.” Slide sighs before he continues, “I’m broken. My sweet Farrah broke me.”

  I frown at him while Opal buttons up his jeans, then turns to look at me. It’s like he has completely forgotten I’m in the room again. Deciding to step forward, I cup Slide’s face, lifting his head so he can see me. His eyes widen and a sleepy smile covers his face.

  “How about I take you home? You need to sleep this off, handsome, yeah?” He nods and puts an arm around my shoulders, leaning into me. Rookie takes his other side, and I give the boys a small wave.

  “Karma, gentlemen. Karma.”

  “You love us really, Farrah. Don’t lie to yourself,” Slade calls after me. I flip him off over my shoulder, then rest that hand back on Slide’s stomach.

  Rookie helps me get him into the car and offers to follow me home to help me get him into my house. I let him because I know it will be a nightmare to get this sexy lump inside when he can’t carry his own weight.

  We arrive at my house, and I park the car then turn the engine off. Rookie pulls in behind me and turns his bike off before dismounting and coming around to my side of the car to help me out.

  “You doing okay, babe?” he asks, and I nod.

  “Yeah. Not looking forward to him puking in the morning.” I chuckle and sidestep him, and he laughs.

  “You don’t have to worry about that. Slide never suffers from hangovers. We hate the bastard for it,” he tells me, and I groan, rolling my eyes.

  “Lucky bastard,” I say, as Rookie opens the door and pulls a sleeping Slide out. But he doesn’t stay sleeping for long. He groans and moans, then flops to the side, but Rookie throws him over his shoulder, knocking his cap off his head in doing so. I pick it up and rush forward to open the door for him.

  “T
ake him to my room. Last door on the left,” I instruct. He drags Slide to my room. Once we’re in there, Rookie steps back while I strip Slide down to his boxers. Thank Christ he’s wearing some today. He usually goes commando.

  “I love you, Farrah,” Slide mumbles, before he passes out again. Taking in a deep breath, I lean down to kiss his forehead. I place the trash can next to the bed in case he needs to vomit, before backing out of the room.

  “Do you want a drink or something?” I ask Rookie, as we walk back to my kitchen.

  “Do you have tea bags here for hot tea?” he asks.

  “Yeah, I think I have some here.” I go through my cupboard and find the English tea bags, then set to making us a drink. I join him in a hot tea as it sometimes helps me sleep.

  I set his mug down in front of him and sit in the chair closest to him. Not knowing Rookie all that well, besides what Slide has told me, I’m going to take this opportunity to get to know him a bit better, since Slide said that out of all the guys, Rookie is the one he’s closest to.

  “How long have you been in the US and with the club? If you don’t mind me asking,” I say, sipping my tea.

  “In the club about ten years, in the States about twelve. I was a rookie cop, hence the name.”

  “So, you never got further than a rookie?” He shakes his head at me.

  “Nope. I was on call, when we found a rape victim. One of the coppers said a shitty thing about the young girl, and I snapped—beat the shit out of him. No woman deserves that, no matter who they are or how they act,” he states firmly.

  “Good. Thank you for protecting her.”

  “It was my job and theirs to protect her, not judge her by previous actions. You can only control what you do, not what everyone else does.”

  I nod in agreement, and we sit in silence for a few minutes. I take in what he said, and he’s right. You can only control what you say and how you act; you cannot go around judging or being pissed off at people for their actions. It’s their responsibility as an adult to know what’s right and wrong.

  “How come you don’t have an old lady, Rookie?” I question, and smile at him as his cheeks tint pink. Holy swoon.

  It’s something I’ve been curious about, but I also asked him because I saw how he looked at Della, and I heard him calling dibs to Magnum.

  He drinks more of his tea before he places the mug down on the table. He pulls his ball cap off and runs his fingers through his short, dark hair, before putting it on backwards.

  “Not really wanted one. I was happy to just fuck, ya know. I saw a few shitty things back home in Belfast, and I didn’t want that for me. So, I decided a long time ago that I would just fuck.”

  My thighs clench very time he says ‘fuck’. I know I shouldn’t, but the words sound sexy coming from his mouth. The accent tips the sexiness over the edge. God help the woman he ends up with.

  “That’s fair. You’ll know when the time is right when you see the woman you want. It will just click for you, Rookie.”

  Nodding. “Yeah, true. Look at you and Slide. Never did I see him wanting to settle down. He used to fuck beyond the normal amount, but he saw you and bam, nothing. He said one night that his dick didn’t work anymore because he knew that he wanted you and you only. I can see why.” He winks at me, and it’s my turn to blush.

  “Sweet talker,” I tell him, and that earns me a smile.

  “Very sweet, babe. How about you get some sleep. You okay if I kip on the couch to make sure you can handle him in the morning?” He nods to the back of the house, where Slide is sleeping in my bed.

  “Will you be okay on the sofa? I mean, you’re kinda tall, Rook,” I tell him, as I collect our mugs and rinse them out.

  “Yeah, babe, I’ll be fine.”

  “Okay, let me go and grab you a pillow and a blanket.”

  I walk into the storage closet and pull out a spare pillow and a lightweight blanket for him, then return to the living room. I find Rookie shirtless, moving the scatter cushions around.

  I swallow hard, because I should not be eye-fucking him like this when my boyfriend, who happens to be his best friend, is sleeping in the next room. How can I give Slide a hard time for having a chick kiss him when here I am ogling his club brother? Nice going Farrah.

  Shaking my head and clearing my thoughts, I drop the items on the arm of the sofa.

  “Help yourself to anything you want. I’m off to bed with drunky. See you in the morning.”

  “Night, babe,” he says, giving me a smile. I turn on my heels to go to my room. Once there, I strip out of my clothes and climb into bed with Slide. He hasn’t moved from where we put him, so I curl into him and fall into a sleep that’s filled with hands and kisses and orgasms.

  Twenty-Two

  Slide

  “Oh hell,” I groan, and try to bring my hands up to rub my face, but one is pinned down. I look down and see a very naked Farrah sleeping next to me.

  I don’t remember fucking her last night, but she’s naked, and I’m in my boxers. Shit. Reaching over, I brush some hair off her forehead and see her beautiful face is soft with sleep. A quiet snore sneaks through, and I chuckle.

  My bladder decides to make it known that it needs to be emptied, so I carefully pull my arm from under her head and climb out of the bed as gently as I can so as not to wake her.

  Escaping to the bathroom, I empty my needy bladder and jump in the shower, praying the water wakes me up. I never suffer from a hangover, but today I just feel off. Hopefully a shower will help.

  Once I’m done, I dry off and slip into my jeans, sans boxers. No fucker wants to wear day-old undies. I fake gag at the thought and run my hands through my short hair, then head to the kitchen.

  “Morning,” comes a voice to my left, and I jump out of my fucking skin.

  “Jesus fucking Christ, man, a little warning next time,” I say, looking over to Rookie as he lounges on the sofa.

  He gets to his feet, naked as the day he was born, not giving a shit that I can see his dick—hell, I’ve seen it more times than I can count. He stretches and clicks his back, before pulling on his jeans.

  “What are you doing here?”

  Not waiting for his reply, I start the coffee pot, before pulling items of food out of the fridge to make breakfast. I know I need to have a talk with Farrah. The boys made me see sense last night, and I know I fucked up.

  Before the whiskey took over, I rattled around our argument in my head. She had every right to be pissed at me, because I would be pissed if the situation were reversed.

  “You were pissed out of your head last night. I helped Farrah bring you home, then I stayed in case you were a little shit this morning,” he states, joining me in the kitchen.

  “I’m fine, not sure me and Farrah are though.” I sigh and take a seat at the table with him.

  “Talk to her, brother. She’s a cool chick, perfect old lady material,” Rookie states, and I nod in agreement.

  “Yeah, I know. I’m going to make her some breakfast, get some good points before we talk.”

  “What are you making me?” comes Farrah’s voice as she steps into the kitchen. I give her a smile, but she doesn’t return it, and my heart sinks into my bare feet.

  “Morning, baby. Come and sit. I was going to knock out some vegan pancakes for you. Do you want some juice?”

  “Yes, please. Morning, Rook.” She smiles at him, and my gut clenches when he smiles back and returns her greeting. What the fuck? When did these two get all chummy?

  “Morning, babe.”

  “Babe?” I inquire, glaring at my best friend and brother. He has the fucking nerve to smile at me.

  “Me and Farrah are old friends now, aren’t we, sweetheart?” He winks at Farrah, and her cheeks tint pink as she smiles.

  “Oh, so I see: while my girl is pissed at me, and I’m passed out drunk, you make a move on her. Nice, brother,” I hiss, and go to storm out of the kitchen, but Farrah grips my wrist, stopping me.

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p; I look at her, and she’s angry. Her lips are thinned and her eyes narrowed. She’s ready to let loose on my ass. Rookie chuckles from his seat, and my anger spikes. All I see in my head are visions of ways to kill him and dump the body, before telling Prez that he fucked off back to Ireland.

  “So, let me get this straight. You can pose with a porn star for a photo while she’s kissing you, but I can’t make friends with one of your club brothers, the one you claim is your best friend?” she spits out at me. Her eyes are blazing with anger, her cheeks flushed bright red—just how she looks after I’ve fucked her good and hard.

  My cock twitches in my jeans, but I push the need down for now. I fold my arms across my chest and look at her. She stands tall, coming almost chest to chest with me. That’s when I notice she isn’t wearing a bra—hell, no doubt she isn’t wearing panties either.

  But I know that she’s right. I have no right to be pissed at their friendship. I sigh and back down.

  “You’re right. I’m sorry.” I wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her tight against me so she can feel how hard my dick is. She smirks when she feels him against her stomach.

  “Damn right you are. I’m not that kind of woman, Slide. If this is going to happen a lot, then we need to end this now. Cheating is not my thing.” She gives me a cheeky smile and continues, “But I can appreciate a hot guy when I see one.”

  Minx.

  She winks at me, so I drop my hands to her ass, cupping both cheeks and giving them a squeeze. I bring my lips down on hers, and she moans into my mouth. Our tongues dance, taste and play.

  “Can I join in?” Rookie breaks the heated moment between me and my girl.

  “Irish prick,” I mutter.

  “What? Can you blame me? Your woman is hot as fuck. We’ve shared women before, brother.” He winks, and I look down at Farrah as she blushes to high heaven.

  “You guys have shared women before?” Her voice sounds husky, just like when she’s turned on. A sound that I have come to love.