With my statement, I catch the friend’s attention who at this point had only noticed Charlee. She studies me and I feel like an insect under the microscope in biology class. Her eyes move up and down my body never quite reaching my face. Why is it I’m suddenly feeling violated and like I’m cheating on Charlee? This girl is older than her years obviously, teenagers aren’t supposed to be ogling men…are they? Fuck if I know anything anymore, I thought I had things in life figured out until recently.
“Cameron this is Country, Country meet my best-friend Cameron.”
“Pleased to meet you.”
“I thought he was a big bad biker, he certainly doesn’t talk like one,” Cameron states to Charlee as she finally stops eye fucking me.
“Oh, he’s definitely all biker Cam, just talks differently than the ones you’ve met is all.”
I don’t like them talking about me like I’m not even in the same room. I look away from Cameron and turn toward Charlee. I see her rubbing her ass which causes a smile to break out across my face. I only hope she’ll be feeling my hand on her ass for days to come. She’ll definitely remember I don’t like to feel disrespected.
“We’re going to head to my room now Country, let’s order in tonight, I don’t feel like cooking.”
“I can cook tonight,” I tell her.
“You cook?” she asks me.
“Yeah babe, I cook, have been cooking for myself since I was a kid. When you have to fend for yourself you pick up a thing or two. How about me grilling those steaks we bought today at the store. I can make some baked potatoes and we’ll have a salad to go with it.”
“Oh. My. God! He’s hot and he cooks,” Cameron says, I think I might have actually blushed for the first time in my life. I feel my cheeks and neck heat up.
“Yes, he cooks,” I snap a little harsher than I planned on, but come on, is this chick for real?
“And moody,” the chick has the nerve to say.
“Told you he was all biker,” Charlee sing-songs out.
“I’ll see you ladies later.” I hastily retreat from them and head into Gunner’s room. I have the sudden need to flee from the two of them.
After the fiasco of meeting Cameron, I hide in Gunner’s room like a scared, pathetic asshole. I don’t know why her friend sets my teeth on edge, but she does. I can’t put my finger on it, maybe it’s because she’s more brash than I’ve ever dealt with from the female variety, but whatever it is I feel that I need to keep a safe distance from her. Thankfully, my hard-on has deflated and I can make a phone call to Gunner, I need to know more about Charlee’s little friend.
“Yo,” he answers the phone and I can’t help it, I blurt out the first thing on my mind.
“I don’t like her.”
“Who?”
“Who else, Charlee’s friend.” He starts laughing on the other end of the line.
“Let me guess, she showed up dressed to the nines, had a sassy mouth and ogled you until you couldn’t look at her anymore.”
“How did you know that?”
“I’ve known that girl since she was knee high to a grasshopper. She’s been tryin’ to catch my attention since she was thirteen and discovered boys. She knew you’d call me so she wanted to put on a good show for my benefit. That girl is going to be trouble with a capital T until she figures out guys aren’t worth the hassle. She’s a good kid though, so give her a chance.”
“Wow, but you’re way too old for her.” I said before I realized what came out of my mouth.
“Hey! Watch it Probee, you might hurt my feelings here.”
“Sorry man, wasn’t my intentions to do so.” I breath out a sigh of relief when he starts laughing at me.
“That girl will eventually discover boys her age and lose interest in me.”
“I hope so for your sake, she’s a little scary. Hey, listen, I know you’re gonna be upset with me, but I’d rather you hear it from me. Charlee got disrespectful to me at the store this morning.”
“That doesn’t sound like Charlee.” I go on to explain the events that took place and how she talked to me and kept rolling her eyes when I talked to her.
“So, what did you do?” This is where I start to get a little nervous. I tell him about spanking her, but I leave out the make-out session that followed. He doesn’t need to know I crave his baby sister—yet.
“You actually bent her over your knees and spanked her?”
“I did.”
“Damn, I wish I could’ve been there to see that shit.” He starts laughing again. It takes a minute for him to compose himself. “Are your balls still intact?”
“Yeah,” I tell him, “but I think being interrupted by Cameron getting here might have been my saving grace for that.”
“See, you already owe her one. Give her a chance man, like I said before, she’s a good kid.”
“Will do, talk to ya later man.”
“Bye man, good luck,” he says as he disconnects the call. Luck, yeah, I think I’ll be needing that. Charlee alone is a handful, I can’t imagine the two of them together. Guess I’ll be finding out for myself what those two are capable of tonight.
Last night was fun! Cameron and I ganged up on Country about hot guys and cooking. I swear he was fidgeting in his chair at the kitchen table, I could see how much he was ready to get dinner over with. He would eye me out of his peripheral, and I could tell how much he was tempted to put me over his knees again, can’t say that I would be opposed to that idea. The spanking part wasn’t fun, but the kiss afterwards will be a kiss I remember for the rest of my life. It was my first real kiss, and I enjoyed every single moment of it.
Don’t get me wrong, I’ve kissed a few guys, but nothing was ever like that. How can this guy, that I haven’t known but for a couple of days affect me the way that he does? I’ve never been boy crazy, but man I’m really crazy over this one. Last night before I fell asleep I replayed that kiss over, and over again, my mind just wouldn’t let it go. I want more, this morning, I keep fantasizing about taking control and kissing him, just to see if he’d reciprocate it or not. For the first time in my life I feel my body reacting to thoughts of taking control and kissing him again. Geez, why can’t I move on from that image and imagining more of the same thing?
When my fantasies keep getting more intense and going places they shouldn’t I decide to get up and get the day started. I go to my bathroom which is connected to my bedroom and start the shower. While the shower is warming up, I use the toilet, brush my teeth and look into the mirror. I give myself a verbal talking to, ‘this boy isn’t for you Charlee. He’s here to keep you safe not star in your fantasies, keep your mouth and hands to yourself girl.’
Feeling properly chastised, I get undressed and hop into the shower. While washing my body and hair, I debate on if I want to cook breakfast or let everyone do their own thing. We bought several boxes of cereal at the store, maybe that’s the best thing, I don’t want him getting the idea that I will be cooking breakfast for him every morning. Don’t need to spoil him, he may never leave if I do. Do I want him to leave? I ask myself, yes, yes, I do, otherwise I’ll grow to depend on him always being there. I don’t ever want to depend on someone else like that. I need to be independent and count on myself.
Once my shower is done and I’m dressed in my comfy hang out at home clothes, which consist of pajama bottoms, t-shirt and thick socks. No it’s not cold, but I like to be comfy when my plans are to hang out on the couch and chill all day. I usually crank the air down enough to put a slight chill in the air. I love cuddling up on the couch and watching a bunch of television shows. Sundays always rock in the mornings. Leaving Cameron asleep I head out of my room and go to get myself a bowl of cereal. The house is quiet since everyone else is still asleep. I like times like this, usually, but not so much this morning. I keep looking towards the room Country is asleep in and I am keeping watch for when he comes out. I hope I get to see him in nothing but a towel again this morning. That was a nice view I ha
d and I keep trying to remember all the tattoos I saw on his chest and arms. I was so frazzled that I didn’t pay attention, now I’m wishing I had.
His body is one the Greek gods inspired, he’s rock hard, abdominal muscles for days and a perfect V heading to a package I wish I had access to. I know what everyone would think if I voiced this out loud, I can hear them now, you’re too young Charlee. The thing is, I’m an old soul, I feel older mentally than I am physically. Everyone complains that I don’t act my age, I act like I’m in my twenties instead of my teens. Ma is always telling me I need to be a kid and stop taking on the world. I can’t help it, it’s how I am. She used to tease me telling me I’d be married with kids before anyone else in my age group.
I can’t say that her teasing doesn’t hold any merit, I also don’t see me settling down until I’m positive it will be a love like my folks have. One true and long lasting, I don’t want to be the stereotypical teen marriage gone wrong story, I want one my future kids will share with theirs, I want to have an epic love story. One that surpasses the times, I want everyone to inspire to have a love and marriage like mine. I want to grow old with the man of my choosing, I want to sit on the porch, drinking coffee and talking about our kids and grandkids. I want a union that will stand the test of time.
I know this sounds cliché and all, but that’s what I want, and I won’t settle for anything less than that. I get my cereal made and head into the living room, I find that Gunsmoke is on, so I settle in for some of the best old westerns. It’s always the same every Sunday, Gunsmoke, Lone Ranger, Rifle Man, Wild Wild West and so on. It’s been a ritual I’ve had with my Pops since I was a little girl, I’m not changing that just because he’s not here. Ma would be cooking all day for Sunday dinner, some of the guys from the club would usually show up, unless they were on a run. Dad and I would be curled up on the couch together and enjoy the smells permeating throughout the house.
You don’t mess with tradition, even though I don’t have them here with me, I still feel close to them while doing this.
I’ve been awake for at least an hour, I’ve been laying here in bed like a bum just enjoying the peace and quiet. About ten minutes ago I heard someone get up and go into the kitchen. I’m debating laying here for a bit longer, but I decide against hiding out from the crazy duo. I should get up and face the day like a man. Which trust me, it’s a feat easier said than done. I’m so comfortable though that the thought of getting out of this bed has me questioning my sanity. A sanity that has been questioned several times the past couple of days. I’m counting down the hours, no minutes until it’s just Charlee and me again. I think about the kiss we shared yesterday and I have to repeat over and over again in my head that she’s only fifteen. Way too young for me at this time, I don’t want to spend the next several years in prison just to get out and meet my maker at Gunner’s hands. Would she be worth it…yes, but I want more time with her than just a few stolen moments in time.
I’m doing myself no favors by laying here so I get up and get dressed for the day. I hear the television turn on in the living room and I hear one of my favorite Sunday morning shows on. Gunsmoke, at least I know that’s something she and I have in common. Our need for coffee in the mornings and good shows on Sunday mornings. I can’t wait to discover what else we may share an opinion on or have in common. Getting to know each other is going to be something that I can see happening for years to come. Charlee isn’t your typical teenage girl, she’s not into fashion and seeking approval of her peers or anyone else for that matter. She is who she is and she asks no one to accept her. If you don’t you can go fuck yourself. I admire this quality in her.
She’s not fake or standoffish, no not this girl, she’s all in your face and doesn’t pretend to be anything other than what she is. She also happens to be beautiful, smart, sassy and mouthy. The latter I hope to work on, but if not, spanking her ass for years to come will keep things interesting and fun. Shit Country, fifteen. Remember she’s just fifteen.
Six weeks later…
The last six weeks or so has been a temptation on my resolve of taking Charlee as my own. She’s still being mouthy as fuck cussing at me every chance she gets, but I’m starting to understand her and her ways better with each passing day. She both amazes me and pisses me off, it’s made for some interesting banter between the two of us. Gunner has been by a few times to visit with us, and he actually pulled me aside and told me he could see the tension between us and asked if everything was alright. I broke down and told him about my feelings for her, but I went ahead and informed him I am not going to pursue anything until she’s at least eighteen.
He really freaked me out by giving me his blessing, but told me I could start dating her once she turned seventeen. He wants me to take the next two years to get to know her better and make sure a relationship between us will actually work. He doesn’t want to push his sister away from the club and lose a brother in the process. If she and I are to get together and it doesn’t work out the tension for him and the brothers will make it hard for Charlee to ever feel comfortable at the clubhouse again. And that’s something that would be inexcusable in his eyes. I agreed with him and told him if we did pursue a relationship, I’d do everything I could to make sure it’s going to work. I told him I wouldn’t put him or her in that position and I mean every word of it.
This was her family before it was mine, she was born into it and has known almost all of the members since she was in diapers. We’ve made a few appearances at the clubhouse when Gunner wanted to spend some time with his sister and couldn’t leave. It also gave me an opportunity to get some things done that I can’t do while keeping an eye on her. Some of those things I hated doing, like going to check in on my mom, she’s not my favorite person in the world, but she’s the only mother I have. I always know when I get there the first thing she’ll ask me for is money. I always take a grand with me, that’s all I’ll give her at a time, which is also why my visits to her are far and few between.
I’m just a Probee, I’m not banking in money like the members are. I get a part in the runs I participate in and get a monthly allowance to help me get by since I have to be at the beck and call of the club at all hours of the day. No matter where I am or what I’m doing, I have to drop it and come to do their bidding. Although, since I’ve been staying with Charlee I haven’t gotten any phone calls throughout the day or the middle of the night. Everyone knows I’m not accessible to them right now. But when I’m here with her I’m on call no matter what and she’s temporarily Gunner’s responsibility.
Like right now for example, I’m on a run an hour away from the clubhouse. A brother needs some parts picked up for his ride. I had to take the club truck to pick those up, so I’m feeling out of my element. I hate being locked up inside of a cage. A cage to me is a vehicle of any sorts, if it has four wheels, I’m not meant to be driving it. Unfortunately, until I’m patched in I have no choice in the matter. I’m just lucky Charlee knows what she’s doing on the back of a bike and I can use it as our mode of transportation, unless we’re on a grocery run, or picking up a big item that can’t fit on my bike. I earned the name Country because of my southern drawl. That and the brothers say my manners are that of a southern gentleman.
I act and treat men and women the way I do because I’ve seen the other side of the spectrum with my mother and her ‘special’ friends. I’ve watched her get talked to and treated like a dog and it pissed me off then and it pisses me off now. My relationship with my mom isn’t a good one, but I will never like someone treating her like she’s less than them. She still deserves the respect any human being should get. Respect, honor and loyalty go a long way in life. I treat others as I expect them to treat me in return. I know I get shit now from the brothers, but it’s their job to break me in and prepare me for the brotherhood I so desperately want to be a part of.
When I finish getting the parts that have been ordered for my future brother, I walk out of the store and am pissed at the
scene I walk out on. I see Charlee’s friend Cameron in the car with who I’m assuming is her father. He’s an older gentleman, I’d say in his forties. He has graying hair and the same facial structure as she does. So, I know they’re related in some way. I watch the scene play out in front of me, he is shaking her by her shoulders so hard that her head is snapping back and forth. Wanting to jump in and do something, I know I need to get permission first. I call Gunner and tell him what I’m witnessing. I hear him relaying it to Charlee. I can hear her crying in the background which makes me want to act now and not wait on orders of what I should be doing.
“Get her out of that situation, and let her father know to be expecting a visit from me,” Gunner tells me. So, I do as I was instructed to do. I rip open the passenger side door and pull Cameron from the vehicle. She’s shocked and goes to defend herself from me until she realizes who I am. Her father, however, doesn’t realize who I am and who I’m with and starts running his mouth to me.
“Who the fuck are you? Get your hands off my daughter at once!”
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