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I told Spider I needed to go pick up my boxes at the rental house, but he dismissed me. “We’ll go get it all tomorrow,” he said, handing me my helmet. “Right now, I want to get you home. We’ll bring all of your stuff to my place. Convenient, actually. You’re all packed up to move in with me. Couldn’t have planned it better if we’d tried.”
We flew through the late afternoon, me marveling at the beauty of the day and holding onto Spider tightly, breathing in the smell of smoke and leather. I had never been happier than I was at that moment. The rest of the day was spent making love, talking about our future, and putting away the past.
“I understand a lot better now Kyle’s wanting to have a new identity. To be someone who isn’t the weak, sad person you think of yourself as.” I curled up next to Spider on his couch, a glass of wine in my hand. “He had so much responsibility as a kid. I knew at the time it must be hard on him, but I was too young to really understand just how hard. Now it makes sense why he would want to leave Kyle behind, to become Gonzo instead.”
“It’s true, when you’re patched, you take on a new identity, a new family,” he nodded. “But you don’t entirely lose the old one, either. Gonzo was still Kyle. In time, he would have come back to you. I’m sure of it.” He took the glass from me and drank, then handed it back to me. “It’s funny, he continued. “You tried on a new identity, too. Did you want to leave Tallie behind when you became Tina?”
“I suppose I did, in a way,” I conceded. “When Kyle died, all of a sudden I felt for the first time how weak and helpless I was. I couldn’t stop anyone from dying: my brother, my mom, my dad. Maybe in a way, wanting to take on a new identity, I was hoping I could leave all that behind. Like you said, though, we never really leave any of our past behind. We just learn to deal with it, if we’re lucky.”
Spider smiled at me, a look of frank admiration on his face. “See there. Gonz always said how crazy smart you were. Damn, he was right. You’re pretty impressive, Tallie girl.”
“So, if I’m so smart,” I countered with a smile, “what about you? Conrad’s who you were. Spider’s who you are. Who you choose to be. But they’re both in there, right?” Spider looked at me, and nodded. “Yes, I think they both are.”
I returned his gaze steadily. “I want to get to know them both.”
“You will, baby,” he nodded, leaning in to kiss me. “You will.”
That night, we made love again, and as we drifted off to sleep, I thought about how everything had seemed to come full circle. I was back home, in Crystal Spring. I was Tallie again. And I was ready to accept the past and step into my future, with the identity I would treasure more than anything.
Spider Daniels’ old lady.
Part II
There were two days that stood out in Kyle “Gonzo” Hendricks’ mind as he looked back on his life. Two dates that would mark his adult life irrevocably. Two moments that set him on the road to be the man he would eventually become -- for better, or for worse.
The first was September 8, 1994. That was the day he was voted in as a full member of the Fugitives Motorcycle Club at the same time as Spider Daniels, his best friend. The two men had grown up together: Spider in the environment of the club where his father was president, Gonzo in a mostly unremarkable middle-class household whose main distinction was his mother’s long, slow decline from M.S. The two had prospected together as soon as they were of legal age. Kyle had left behind the world of his childhood for the family of the club and a new identity. As of that day, Spider and Gonzo were brothers, bonded not by blood but by oath. It was a proud day for Gonzo – one he would remember for the rest of his life.
The second day? Although Gonzo was never sure of the exact number on the calendar, that was the date that would start him down a path that made him question everything he had sworn to uphold on the first date. It was the day that would make him either a traitor to the club or a dead man, in the end.
It was the day he met Brenna Connor.
Chapter One
September 8, 1994
“I, Kyle Gonzo Hendricks, do hereby take this oath of my own goodwill to uphold the by-laws of the Fugitives Motorcycle Club. I will wear the colors of the Fugitives Motorcycle Club with pride and dignity. I will do my utmost to bring respect and honor to the Fugitives Motorcycle Club. Should I ever disgrace the Fugitives Motorcycle Club, I will immediately turn in my patches and lose all privileges.”
Gonzo spoke these words with gravity, standing next to his brother Spider and facing the other members of the Fugitives as he solemnly received his patches. Suddenly, a whoop went up from the back of the room. “Welcome, brothers!” boomed Chig Taylor, president of the Fugitives and Spider’s father. He turned and clapped Gonzo on the back, enveloping him in a great bear hug, then did the same thing to his son. “Drinks are on me!” yelled Bullet, the sergeant at arms. A wave of guffaws greeted him as the men filed out of the chapel toward the bar. “Hump!” he shouted to the bartender. “Get these motherfuckers some whiskey!”
Gonzo stayed behind for a moment as the others filed out of the chapel. He took out the three-inch fixed blade knife he carried in a sheath, then shrugged off his leather cut and slid the knife under the bottom rocker that read “Prospect.” Being careful not to nick the leather, he severed the threads and removed the patch from the cut, depositing it solemnly in the bin by the door. He picked up the new rockers Chig had given him, slid them into the pocket of his cut and put the leather back on. He wanted more than anything to put the patches on now, but that would have to wait until later.
A forty-something man with salt and pepper curly hair appeared in the doorway with two glasses of whiskey. “Hey, brother.” Bullet’s voice was already slurring a bit as he sidled up to Gonzo. He handed one glass to Gonzo, who took it with a nod. Putting his arm around the younger man, the sergeant at arms clapped him on the shoulder and grinned: “My little boy’s all grown up!”
“Fuck you,” Gonzo replied cheerfully, shoving Bullet on the shoulder. But Bullet was feeling nostalgic and wanted a trip down memory lane. “I remember your first night as a prospect, Gonz. Didn’t think you had much in you at the time, but you proved me wrong. I’m proud of you, brother. It’s good to have you in the club, man.”
“Thanks, Bull,” Gonzo grinned. He raised his glass of amber liquid and clinked it with Bullet’s. It was true, the sergeant at arms had been a tough sell at first where Gonzo was concerned. In Spider’s case, it had been almost a sure thing that he would be accepted into the club. After all, Spider’s father had been a charter member of the Fugitives and was the current president, and as a result Spider had been around most of these men his whole life. Gonzo, on the other hand, was from the “right” side of the tracks – and in this case, “right” definitely meant “wrong.” His father was an accountant, his mother a stay-at-home mom. Prior to meeting Spider, Gonzo hadn’t even known the club existed. Gonzo had had to work extra hard to prove to the others that he had what it took to be a Fugitive. From the beginning, Bullet rode him hard, and he didn’t waste any time doing it. The very day Kyle had prospected, Bullet intentionally rammed his shoulder into him in passing. The unexpected jolt had knocked the younger man to the ground. Bullet gazed down at him in contempt as he passed. “You better get steadier on your feet, boy,” he said with a cold sneer, “if that’s all it takes to put you down.”
Kyle had known, instinctively, that Bullet’s challenge was the first of many tests in the eyes of the club. Thinking quickly, he knew his best option was to use his position on the ground to his advantage. He leaned forward and launched himself at the man’s legs, knocking Bullet to the ground before he could react. Then Kyle was on him, punching at the other man’s face with such fury and persistence that Kyle had bloodied his nose and loosened a couple of his teeth before Bullet had had a chance to get his bearings. After that, the two went blow for blow for minutes on end as the others cheered them on. The fight finally ended when Kyle, ba
rely standing after a kidney punch, delivered an uppercut that drove Bullet back into a table, which collapsed under his weight. Kyle stood, panting, over the man, waiting for the next round, but Bullet merely nodded at him from the ground.
“You’re a fuck of a lot more gonzo than I thought you’d be, pretty boy,” he panted with a bloody grin. Bullet reached up a hand toward Kyle, who took it and helped him to his feet. Just like that, the first of the young prospect’s tests was over. The name Gonzo had stuck, as Kyle proved himself to be quick to act, and never hesitant to go all in whenever necessary. When the vote had come on Gonzo’s membership, Bullet’s “aye” was among the loudest.
Now, the two men exited the chapel together, and headed toward the bar. Bullet called to the bartender to re-fill their glasses, and the two lifted their drinks again, Bullet clapping Gonzo on the back one more time. Spider broke apart from another group of members and approached them. “Congrats, brother!” Spider grinned at his friend as they pulled up two stools by the bar.
“You, too, man,” Gonzo said sincerely.
“Big day, eh?”
“Biggest fuckin’ day of my life,” Gonzo agreed. Even as he said it, a small stab of regret pained him as he thought back to the life he’d left behind. In deciding to prospect with the Fugitives, he had made the decision to abandon his family. He had not seen them in many months. His thoughts turned for a moment to his father, who worked as hard as he could to support a family of four and a sick wife. His mother, bed-ridden with multiple sclerosis and unable to do much to take care of the house or her children. His ten year-old sister, Tallie, smart as a whip and already a stunner, with her honey blond hair and long, coltish legs. It was Tallie, especially, whose memory caused a pain deep in Gonzo’s chest. He knew she would wonder why he wasn’t there to take care of her anymore – why she was now left alone after school, with only her sleeping mother in the next room until Dad came home. He hoped she would eventually forgive him.
Gonzo wondered if Tallie had taken over the job of making dinner for their father. His eyes clouded over as he realized what he had left her alone to face. It was the biggest regret of Gonzo’s young life that he had abandoned her like this. And yet, he had felt he had no other choice. Many times in those first few months as a prospect, he had found himself not only accepting but welcoming the moments of danger, as wells as the blows from Bullet and others that were designed to test his mettle. Those blows served as a physical punishment that alleviated for a bit the mental torment he put himself through when he thought of his little sister. For in certain dark moments -- as few and far between as he could make them -- he was forced to admit to himself that he had left the house where he had spent his childhood because he could no longer take the pressure of being mother, brother, nurse, and caregiver all at once.
He had sacrificed his sister’s happiness, he knew, in exchange for his own.
Now, as he threw back yet another shot of the whiskey being offered to him as congratulations, Gonzo forced himself to shrug off the memory of the family he had left behind. It’s over, he told himself. What’s done is done. It was my choice, and it’s too late to go back. Not that I want to, anyway, he reminded himself fiercely.
As Spider and Gonzo sat together and watched the rowdy celebration unfolding in their honor – a party that would go on well into the night and even to the next morning – a large-breasted blonde with full lips and a wicked smile sauntered up to them. “Congratulations, boys,” she purred, pressing her tits up against Gonzo.
Spider grinned. “Well, thank you, darlin’,” he replied easily, his gaze dropping to her chest.
“Wanna come celebrate with me?” the blonde, whose name was Brandi, asked. She winked at Spider and then dropped her head back to look up seductively at Gonzo, pouting her lips prettily. Gonzo’s dick jumped in response. She was one of the many club whores who hung around the MC, and both men had tasted what she had to offer before.
Gonzo’s eyes met Spider’s, a knowing smirk on his face. “Whaddya say, brother?”
“Can’t argue with that,” Spider agreed. Grabbing the woman by the shoulders, he spun her around to face him. His hands came up to her breasts, squeezing them frankly as his lips came down on hers. Brandi moaned and pressed against him. Raising her hand, she brought one of his down to her crotch and began to grind slowly against it as she whimpered. Gonzo watched in appreciation, feeling his cock getting hard in his jeans.
The blonde shook her head back, tossing her curls down her back as she thrust her tits into Spider’s cupped palms. She had hooked her finger through one of the belt loops and broke away from his hungry mouth. Looking over her shoulder at Gonzo, she pouted her lips again and reached down to stroke his hardness through the fabric of his faded jeans. Wordlessly, she hooked a finger of her other hand in his belt loop and pulled them both away from the bar and toward a worn leather couch on the other side of the room. Hollers and whistles accompanied them as Brandi slid her red lacquered nails inside Gonzo’s worn plaid shirt, skimming his nipple.
Brandi bent over and pointedly looked back over her shoulder at Spider. Staring up at him through her heavily mascaraed lashes, she spread her high heeled legs slightly. Her short black leather skirt hiked up as she did so, revealing a taut, high ass clad only in a tiny thong. Spider laughed and raised his brows at Gonzo, who was watching in aroused amusement as Brandi pulled off her tiny top and let her generous tits cascade forward. She leaned forward as Spider began to caress and slap her ass, and undid the button and zipper on Gonzo’s jeans. Gonzo’s considerable manhood sprung out, thick and majestic in its arousal. Spider undid his own pants and pushed them down to his ankles to reveal a longer, slightly less thick version.
Brandi had been around the clubhouse for a while now. Club whores who managed to stick around did so because they had considerable talents for pleasing the men they served, and she was no exception. She sat on the arm of the couch and raised her creamy tits up, wrapping them around Spider’s purple cock and sliding them back and forth. Spider emitted a low growl and began slowly thrusting against her tits, muscular ass and thighs flexing. At the same time, Brandi opened her cotton-candy pink bow mouth and wrapped it around Gonzo’s pipe. She stroked his cock lightly with her long pink nails as she bobbed slower and slower, deeper and deeper. Her other hand massaged her tits around Spider’s tool. Then she took her mouth off of Gonzo’s cock just long enough to wrap her lips around Spider’s and lick up the bead of precum that was forming there. When she had licked and sucked him clean, she took both cocks in her hands and took turns licking and slurping on the shafts and pulsing heads.
Spiders and Gonzo’s moans of appreciation were growing louder now, and both men’s hands were reaching down to her tits, squeezing and groping. Spider’s hands went to the back of Brandi’s head as she sucked him off, pushing his cock into her mouth as she opened her throat to deep-throat him. She rolled her eyes upward to meet his as she did so, moaning against his pulsating dick. Eventually, she pulled herself away from his pole and stood, removing and kicking off her thong. Coyly, she looked once again through her eyelashes at Spider as she turned around, presenting her need-slickened opening to his probing fingers. Then turning, she grabbed hold of Gonzo’s hips and took his cock deep into her mouth as Spider took her hint and pressed his fingers into her hot little pussy.
Brandi writhed and strained her swollen folds against Spider’s insistent fingers, bucking against his hand as she took Gonzo deep into her throat. Gonzo’s hand was on her shoulder, the other fisting in her hair, as he thrust, fucking her willing face. Behind her, Spider plunged one, then two fingers inside her, making her wetter and wetter as he stroked himself and prepared to enter her. Watching her head bob up and down on his brother’s cock was making him horny as hell, and soon he slid the head of his shaft between her folds, sliding it up and down long enough to make her moan and angle her hips to meet him. Then, with a grunt of pleasure, he slammed the head of his cock deep inside her. The noise o
f mingled pleasure and pain she made deep in her throat tickled Gonzo’s shaft, and he had to concentrate in order not to release his hot seed down her throat too soon. Spider spread Brandi’s legs wider apart and repositioned himself, then began to thrust hard and fast, punishing her pussy with each slam of his man meat. Brandi’s stifled moans grew louder, her legs beginning to quake as Spider’s balls slapped against her throbbing clit.
A number of bikers had stopped to watch the scene and were stomping their feet and hooting, even while others paid little attention to the threesome. Brandi’s ministrations on Gonzo’s pulsing cock continued as Spider spit-roasted her from behind. Her hair fell all around her face as he slammed into her. The men’s groans got louder as they thrust, but their noises were drowned out by the crowd. Suddenly, with a roar, Spider unleashed his orgasm, spewing his hot cream deep inside the girl as her eyes grew wide and rolled back in her head. Gonzo, seeing his brother’s release, was not far behind, as with one final thrust of his hips, he fisted his hand in her hair and let go, pumping a flood of hot jizz down her throat. Brandi took as much of it as she could, a dribble of white liquid escaping down her chin as she swallowed him. The two men pulled away, leaving her gasping and spent on the couch as they zipped up.
Grinning, Spider clapped Gonzo on the back and nodded toward the bar. “I’ve worked up quite a thirst. Beer?”
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