The Rage

by Jaci J.

  “I don’t want to take your home.”

  “I’ll stay there more if you want me there. You want to come here with me, that’ll work too.” Never thought I’d bend for a woman, but here I am, rearranging my life to accommodate her. I’m turning into that guy. I hate those guys.

  “I’m gonna have shit to do, so you’ll have to figure it out, but I’ll be around. There’ll always be someone around.”

  She smiles and nods, “Okay, Rampage.”

  Easy and compliant. Fuck, I like her that way. We had our little talk. Instead of walking her ass back into the kitchen she’s standing in front of me staring.

  “Yeah?” Apparently she’s not done with me.

  Taking a step toward me, she reaches her hand out and touches my chest where my tattoo is.

  “What’s up?”

  “Why don’t you have more tattoos?” That’s an odd question.

  “You want me to have more?”

  Bringing those big beautiful blue eyes up to mine, she shrugs and quirks her lips, “Nah, but why only the two?”

  “Because, Lala. I’m scary as fuck without a bunch. I’m six-five, and like two-eighty with scars ‘n a fuckin’ rap sheet. Adding a fuck ton of tattoos to that would have every person avoiding me on the sidewalk ‘n in line at the store. I’m scary enough without ‘em babe.” Shaking her head, she smiles at me.

  “Well I think you’re beautiful, and maybe someday, you can tell me the story of why you got the dick piercings. Not that I’m complaining, just curious.” And with that, she turns on her heels leaves me staring after her, trying to figure out what she just said. Beautiful? She’s had way too fucking much to drink.

  Lala

  I let it out. I gave some of it to someone else. All the shit I’ve been carrying around for years doesn’t seem quite as bad when you share it with someone. Rampage knows what I’ve never told anyone. He let me lay some of my shit on him, and it feels good. I feel lighter. I feel happy. I woke up and told myself I would move past all this. I told myself shit would get better and it has to, because I’m gonna make it so. I got out of bed with a purpose… I got out of bed with hope.

  ****

  A week later and I’m still here, exactly where I want to be. Tonight there are a lot of people here. Most I know, some I don’t. Instead of letting the unknown and scary rule my life, I’m trying to enjoy it. I’m trying to live for today, and pray that every tomorrow is better than the last. I’m living, and tonight is no exception. There’s a barbeque and I intend to enjoy it.

  Leaning against the club door, I just watch him. His large body dominates that green canvas lawn chair. Anyone else would fit in it perfectly. Their shoulders wouldn’t tower over the back, their legs wouldn’t be uncomfortably reclined a few feet from the seat, and their arms wouldn’t be visible from the sides, but Rampage? He makes that chair look awfully small.

  Sitting in a biker semi-circle, Rampage grunts and grumbles with his brothers. They’ve been at it for a while now. Lil went over there and drug Tank off a little while ago, so I’m guessing whatever private conversation they were having is over.

  It’s a nice night for a cookout, the air is cool, crisp and dry. When I woke up next to Rampage this morning, I told myself today would be good, and so far it’s been great. Peaches and I made breakfast for the whole club, then Lil and I went to the store with Stitch. Me and the girls spent most of our day cooking in the kitchen, but now we’re cooking out and spending time enjoying it. It’s been a perfect day.

  Leaning over Rampages shoulders, I drape my arms down his chest. His hands are rested in his lap, both hands clutching a beer. Snaking a hand down his chest and over his stomach, I continue to move over his crotch to his hand. Snatching his beer from his hands, I try to pull away but I’m not fast enough. Wrapping his big, callused fingers around my wrist, he tugs me right back up against his back.

  “The fuck ya think you’re goin’?”

  “You weren’t done with that?” I feign innocence.

  “Wasn’t talkin’ ‘bout the beer, Lala.” I know he wasn’t. Pulling my arm over his head and around the front of him, he pulls me into his lap with my back leaning against his front. “How you doin’, baby?” His chin rests on my shoulder, his face pressed into my neck.

  “Good,” I tell him, taking a sip of his warm beer while getting comfortable on his lap. “This is gross, Rampage.” I try handing it back, but he shakes his head.

  “Know that, but since you’re so quick to jack my beer, why don’t ya go get me a new one ‘n you can have that one,” he laughs.

  Leaning forward to get up, Rampage pulls me back into him, “Not lettin’ your thievin’ ass go yet.” Wrapping a large hand around the side of my neck, he smashes his lips against mine, making me instantly wet. I want to straddle him and fuck him right here by the fire, everyone watching. He fucks my mouth with his tongue, slowly and leisurely exploring me. The scratch of his beard rubs on my face and lips and his hand tightens around the side of my neck. Sucking my bottom lip, he bites it hard and growls, “Good shit, babe.” Pulling away, he gives me one last rough kiss, “Now go get me a fuckin’ beer, baby.” He sends me off with a hard loud smack to the inside of my thigh.

  “What a bossy ass.”

  “Goddamn right. Don’t ever forget that shit, either.”

  ****

  “You sure you want to watch this shit?” Lil warns me a while later. It’s starting to get late and everyone is pretty drunk, me included. Standing right next me, her back is leaning against a pole, face hidden behind her drink. I can see Rampage off in the distance, bouncing around with a bottle of tequila in his hand, occasionally taking a long pull off of it.

  “Why? Aren’t they just boxing?” Her head lulls dramatically and she rolls her eyes.

  “Is that what he told you?”

  “Babe, they’re gonna fight... bare fists,” Tank says, handing Lil another beer. Bare fists? That sounds painful as hell.

  “It gets kinda bloody and rowdy,” Lil makes a face and looks a tad sick. That’s comforting.

  “Don’t worry, Lala,” Tank says with a note of excitement in his voice, “None of these assholes got shit on Rampage.”

  Famous last words.

  Once the fights start, the place goes crazy. They all fall hard and fast, blood on their faces, dripping off their bodies and running down their chests. They at least get in a hit or two before Rampage takes them down. He doesn’t just hit them, he crushes them. He’s skilled with brutal execution and he continues to jump around, smashing his fists together, waiting for the next taker. All the guys are hollering and cheering at him. The skin around his hands and knuckles are stained red, and his jeans have blood on them.

  As much as I don’t want to watch, I can’t look away, either. I’m riveted and in awe as I watch the way each muscle pulls in his thick arms when he reaches a large fist out to hit someone pulls me in. Sweat trickles down the hard, defined muscles of his toned back and chest. I can’t help but drool at the way he grins when he wipes the blood away from his mouth. It sends something I can only describe as electric through my stomach, causing me to clench my legs together. The power and strength he possesses makes me wet − dripping fucking wet.

  Rampage is a predator and a savage, where Ryan is nothing but a scavenger.

  ****

  “Keep fuckin’ you in bathrooms, Lala.” Rampage growls into my ear as he leans his sweaty body into mine. The cold tile of the bathroom counter under my ass makes me shiver. Rampage made himself comfortable between my thighs as I tried to clean the blood off his face, so playing nurse isn’t going to last long.

  “You’re not fuckin’ me yet,” I correct him.

  A slow, lewd grin creeps over his lips, “Say it again, babe,” he growls, grinding himself against me, “Say it, Lala.” He demands, smacking his hand on the tiled counter, making me jump.

  “Do you wanna hear me tell you how much I want you to fuck me?” I push myself into his crotch, feeling his
hard dick under his pants. Wrapping my hair around his hand, he tugs it hard, angling my head back. Looking down at me he orders, “Give it to me one more time.”

  “Fuck me Rampage.”

  He watches my face while he pulls his dick out of his pants, and then he slowly slides himself into me. Inch by hard, thick inch, he makes my legs shake. As soon as his balls touch my ass, I squeeze his dick tight, just to watch the look of ecstasy on his face. It’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. My fingers grip the edge of the counter so I can pull myself closer, needing more. That hand on my leg squeezes to the point of pain, stopping me so he can push my legs up and spread me wider. With a body wracking shiver, he groans and he fucks me.

  He’s relentless. He’s rough. He’s ruthless, and I fucking love it. I crave it. He stops to watch as his dick glides in and out of me, looking like he could lose his shit just by that one act at any moment. He finally looks up at me again while he goes slow for a few seconds, and then slams in again, harder and deeper than before. He pulls my top and bra down, filling his hand and squeezing my tit, then reaching down to suck and bite on it. I move closer, shoving more into his mouth, feeling my pussy starting to contract from how turned on I am just watching him suck my tit like a starving man. He feels what’s happening and starts to pump harder, faster, making me come with a loud scream. He continues to fuck me while someone starts banging on the door, but he keeps going ‘til I hear that familiar sound of him coming, and I start meeting his thrusts, making his eyes roll to the back of his head. The banging on the door continues but I can’t hear what they are saying. I’m too busy coming down from my orgasm to give a shit, but once Rampage comes to, he slowly, pulls out of me, then pushes back in, not wanting to stop, and I don’t want him to.

  “Keep your ass in the room. I’ll be back,” Rampage grumbles as he finally pulls out, tucking himself back into his jeans. He’s not happy at all about leaving. Tags is still knocking, hollering through the door about Church. I was thrown off by the word Church ‘til I remembered what that was here. Rampage yells a few choice words and the knocking stops. Whatever is going on, it must be serious enough to pull Rampage away from fucking me. We weren’t being quiet about it, that’s for sure.

  “Mean it. Don’t leave. We’re not even close to being done,” he warns me again. Sure, fine. I’ll be lucky to get to the bed at this point. Giving me one last look, he slams the door behind him.

  Does he ever do anything gently? Everything about him is hard and intense, just like he fucks. He lives for himself and his club. He lives for whatever it is that makes him happy.

  I’m lying in Rampage’s bed, contemplating his wild and free lifestyle when Lil and Cali come stumbling into the room, giggling and chatting. Cali stops inside the room, looks me up and down, and gives me a sexy smile. Inhaling deeply she says, “Smells like sex.”

  “You’re a freak, but you’re right,” I tell her truthfully.

  She shrugs and nods slowly, “This I know.”

  Lil throws an elbow into her side and grumbles, “You’re really a fuckin’ fruit loop, you know that?” Ignoring us, she reaches into the cleavage of her Tank top and pulls something out. Wiggling something white between her fingers, she gives me a shy smile and bites her lip, “Wanna get high?”

  12

  Blunts

  Rampage

  I can’t believe I was pulled into Church, away from a wet and naked Lala for this shit. Jesus Christ! I could have stayed buried deep in that tight pussy all night. I should’ve stayed. Don’t get me wrong, this shit is important, but it could have waited until the morning, that’s for fucking sure.

  “Burned him out back,” Gin says mindlessly, carving into the wooden armrest of his chair when I sit across from him. Leo grins like an asshole. First church since I repainted the parking lot red. Figured it was coming.

  “Ya just blew a hole in his head,” Stitch snickers.

  Reaching over the table, Tiny smacks my shoulder, “Atta boy.”

  “Should have let me have a little fun with him first,” King adds.

  “Wasn’t planned. Just kinda thought, ‘fuck it’, ya know?” I tell him. It’s not like I thought it through, I just kinda went with it. This is the first time we’ve talked about it, so I guess it was time to talk about it. These motherfuckers don’t let shit sit.

  “Well his head exploded. Might be some little pieces of brain on the roof,” Stitch laughs.

  “Made my fuckin’ night,” Gin laughs.

  “Oh yeah. It was fan-fucking-tastic,” Tank mocks. “Know who that asshole was you blew a hole through?”

  Sure the fuck didn’t, and I sure the fuck don’t care now. He was a point that needed to be made. I think I got my point across quite precisely.

  “Does it fuckin’ matter?”

  “Jesus Christ. You ever think about shit before ya do it?”

  That’s a loaded question. I think about fucking Lala before I do it. I think about it all the fucking time. Do I think about killing someone to keep her safe? Think about blowing holes in people who fuck with what’s mine. Fuck no. I do what needs to be done when it needs to be done.

  “Nope.”

  “Well let me educate ya, yeah? He was a member of none other than… wait for it … The Demons.”

  Oh fuck. My point was made then. Nice. Again two birds, one stone sorta shit.

  “Yeah. Saw that shit click in there, ya dumb fuck,” Tank grumbles and shakes his head. I still don’t give a fuck though. Would do it again in a heartbeat.

  “Still not findin’ that ‘give a fuck,’ brother.”

  “What the fuck? He came onto our property with that weasel. He wasn’t flyin’ his fuckin’ colors,” Sargent points out. Yeah, good fuckin’ point.

  “That was the fuckin’ idea, asshole. You think that motherfucker was gettin’ on our property wearin’ his cut? He knew what he was doin’. I’m sure the Demons thought we would kill pipsqueak, starting a war that way since he was under guard. I bet they weren’t expectin’ it to be one of them. Either way, a Demon is dead, and that’s gonna be a problem.”

  Well shit. Guess I didn’t see this coming, but oh well. Ain’t shit I can do about it now. He’s ashes in the fire pit out back. We could probably get a prospect out there to dig his shit out and send it back to his own shithole.

  “Heads up. We got a war comin’ our way boys.”

  Grins are passed around the table. My brothers and I live for this shit.

  ****

  Leaning against my bedroom doorframe, I watch the three women in my bed giggle and pass around a fucking joint. It’s a goddamn joke around this fucking club. Bitches cuddled up in my bed, getting’ high. They’re like goddamn hippies. I was gone thirty minutes.

  “Rampage!” Lala squeals with her hair and tits bouncing all over the place.

  “Whatcha’ doin’, Lala?”

  “Want a hit?” She giggles and waves around the joint. I shake my head no. What I want is for Cali and Lil to get the fuck out of my bed so I can crawl up in there with Lala.

  Sticking it back between those juicy ass lips, she inhales deeply, closing her eyes while she sucks that shit in. Clearly she’s done this shit before. Sitting up on her knees, she leans into Cali, blowing it into Cali’s mouth. My dick really liked that shit. I’m ready to fuck her again. If the bitch brigade would clear the fuck out of my room, I could. Not that I’m opposed to fucking with an audience.

  “Fuckin’ Christ,” Tags groans from behind me. Turning my head, I see him standing a few feet away, watching the girls, looking like he’s enjoying this shit too.

  “Thanks for the jerk off material, ladies,” he says and nods as he wanders off.

  “You’re welcome,” Lala sings back. Christ.

  “Night, lovers,” Lil calls as she finally hauls her ass the fuck out of my room. Lala’s standing in the middle of the bed looking high as fuck, her and Cali jumping up and down like it’s a goddamn slumber party. What the fuck is happening in th
is club? Before Lil came home, this place was for us motherfuckers. Bro’s and ho’s all the goddamn time. Business was handled here. Deals were made here. We drank and partied here. Fucked the whores here.

  Now it’s like summer camp for women. We got bitches jumping on beds, braiding hair, playing dress up, decorating shit, drinking tea. I’m fucking suffocating in pussy, not that it’s a terrible way to die, but Jesus fucking Christ, it’s not all my pussy.

  “Stitch! Come get your bitch.” Had about enough of their crazy asses.

  After Cali is drug out by Stitch, I climb into bed with my back leaning against the wall. Lala straddles my lap the second my ass hits the mattress. She lost her shirt five minutes ago, which I’m not gonna argue. That tight pussy only covered in some tiny black panties presses into my dick. A small rolled joint hangs from her lips and her tits are in my goddamn face. She’s so fuckin’ hot. Bitches shouldn’t be this fucking beautiful. Shit ain’t fair to mankind.

  “Does it bother you that I got high?”

  “Fuck no. Who the fuck you think you’re talkin’ to?” I could give a fuck if she wants to get high. A slow smile creeps over those lips when she gets mouthy.

  “Right. You’re a fuckin’ badass. I forgot.”

  “Damn fucking right. Don’t ever forget that shit.” She takes a hit and offers it to me, “You want me to get high with ya, baby?” Nodding enthusiastically, she smiles a devious smile. A smile that makes my dick twitch. Trying to take it from her hand, she smacks my hand away, hard.

  “Goddamn, Lala.” Instantly she stops what she’s doing, tilts her head and looks at me. “Why do you call me that?”

  “Call ya what?”

  “Lala?” I don’t even realize I say it anymore. It’s just a natural fucking thing to say now.

  “Lailah is fancy, baby. Don’t get me wrong, you look fuckin’ fancy, but baby, you’re not. You’re sweet ‘n relaxed. No drama. No stress. Easy to be around. Lala fits ya better.”