The Dirty Dozen: MC Edition

by Kay Maree

  “See, just like that,” Maggie sighed snapping my attention back to her. “Miss Danger, if you don’t get on that ride, like immediately, I may just have to.”

  Oh, I’ve been on that ride and trust me Maggie it is better than you think.

  “Umm, I think Murry may object to that,” I blinked, reminding her that she was married.

  Maggie had stayed single for years after Brick died. She was so heartbroken that she didn’t want to do anything except look after me and cook for the club. Murry took it upon himself to make sure she didn’t disappear into herself. They fell in love. They found their second chance with each other. She says it’s because Murry was so persistent, he says it’s because she finally gave in.

  “You talkin’ about me again my love?” Murry asked hauling a keg in from the kitchen.

  Murry was a life member of Knights Fury. He’d had a bad crash; he was thrown from his bike shattering his leg. Due to the crash he can no longer go on runs and mainly stays in the compound; keeping Maggie safe. I think he just likes to be close to his wife.

  “Just trying to get Danger here to let her hair down is all,” Maggie replied leaning into her husband’s kiss.

  “Why are you harassing our girl?”

  “Because I want grandbabies,” Maggie sighed wistfully.

  “A pregnant president, like that’s going to happen,” I scoffed finishing my beer.

  At my words I thought I heard Leo growl from the other end of the bar.

  Leaning over the bar I tossed my empty bottle into the bin. As the glass shattered, my gaze wandered down the bar and locked with Leo. I was still leaning over the bar my ass sticking out. Leo’s eyes travelled my body, I could feel then on me like a caress. He raised an eyebrow at me, tapped the bar three times and pointed in my direction. I lowered myself back onto the stool grinning.

  “From the asshole at the end,” Drake placed a whisky shot and beer in front of me, snickering as he walked away.

  I raised the shot, saluted Leo, throwing it back. I ran my tongue over my bottom lip catching a drop of whisky as it slid down my chin. I winked at him, turning on my stool, my back to the bar. Leaning back against the bar pushed my chest out, my cut slid open framing my chest. The thin white material of my tank stretching across my hot pink bra clad breasts.

  Rusty came out of the kitchen looking for Maggie to help with the breakfast lasagne he was making. Murry went back to grab another keg. I lazily drank my beer, jigging my leg along with the music.

  “I know what you’re doing, Doll,” Leo’s voice, all growly and rough, slid over my skin goosebumps breaking out.

  “And what exactly am I doing?” I asked my voice dropping low and husky.

  “You are trying to tempt me. Trying to get me to kiss you.” He lent in close under the guise of reaching for a fresh beer and added, “You’re trying to get me to fuck you.”

  Holy Hell!

  With just his words and his breath on my neck I went from zero to pre-orgasmic in a split second. My pulse quickened, my blood heated, my panties soaked.

  “Is it working?” I breathed, my eyes zeroing in on his mouth as his bottom lip caught between his teeth.

  “Oh, Babe, it’s working,” he growled, his eyes caressing my body. The heat in his gaze was so intense it was almost physical. “But unless you want me to pick you up, set you on your feet, peel those tight as fuck jeans from your body and bend you over the bar and fuck you right here, right now, in front of all your men? Then Babe, I would knock it the fuck off.”

  CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

  Danger

  I never thought being told to knock it the fuck off would be so fucking hot, but it was. I wanted to giggle like a schoolgirl. I wanted to swoon. I wanted to look at him with hearts in my eyes.

  But most of all, I wanted to demand he do it.

  I wanted all of it; I wanted him to take control; I wanted him to strip me bare. I wanted him to fuck me right here right now with everyone watching. But the rebellious part of me wouldn’t let him tell me what to do, it wouldn’t let him win.

  “And what exactly are you going to do if I don’t?” I asked turning to face him, our lips almost touching.

  “I will spank you. I am going to spank that perky little ass of yours until there is a print of my hand marking your skin. Every time you sit, or your clothes brush your sensitive skin you’ll think of me.” I couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped my lips at his words. There was every chance I was going to cum just from his words. “You’re making it worse Babe.”

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said sucking in a sharp breath as his tongue brushed my lip as he licked his.

  “These sexy little noises your making, they're the same ones you make when my face is buried between your legs, when I’m buried balls deep inside you. You’re making me want to hear more of them. Tell me Babe, are you wet, is your ass tingling in anticipation?”

  “Wouldn’t you like to know,” I smirked, raising an eyebrow at him.

  “Don’t worry Babe, I have all sorts of dirty plans for you.” And with that he grabbed a fresh beer and walked away.

  He’s good.

  Goddamn is he good.

  My panties were soaked, my nipples were painfully hard, and I was so close to orgasm, all he would have to do is run his hand up the inside of my thigh and I would detonate.

  “Drake Huni could I get a couple of beers please?” Candy asked leaning over the bar her boobs almost falling out of her top. “Danger, if you don’t take that man to bed and allow him to do dirty, dirty things to you, then I will.”

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I couldn’t meet Candy’s eye, Leo’s words had me on edge, and I needed to get myself together quickly.

  Candy was a bike bunny, a club girl, most of them give me a wide berth. They don’t want to piss off the President. If I was a guy, they would be all over me, wanting to be the girl who tagged the Prez. But Candy, she is different. I mean she’s a club girl and would fuck any one of the guys if they gave her the nod, but she was sweet, kind and funny. She cared about the club, not just what it could do for her, she cared. She worked the bar both at the compound and Fury Road. She helped Maggie when needed and she was the first one to volunteer whenever we were doing a community event.

  “Oh, Sugar please. I am an expert on picking up on signals from guys, and that man was giving you more than just bedroom eyes.”

  I waited until Drake dropped off my shot of whisky and beer before adding. “What kind of eyes is he giving?”

  I picked up my whisky shot, throwing it back. I caught Leo watching me out of the corner of my eye. I licked the side of the glass catching the amber liquid that split, I flipped the glass upside down slamming it onto the bar. I ventured a look over my shoulder and Leo winked at me and I grinned turning back to my beer.

  “Oh, Miss Danger, that man is giving you the I am going to fuck you hard and dirty eyes. There is a promise in those eyes, a promise that you are going to feel sore but well ridden. You probably wouldn’t be able to walk for a week. The medics will undoubtedly need to be called in because you’ve been so thoroughly fucked and had so many orgasms that you’ll need life support.” She sighed thinking about the possibility. “And you Missy Miss,” her tone going all mum voice, “are giving those eyes right on back. You want him.”

  “What? No,” I scoffed. I was finding it harder to hide how I felt.

  “Sugar, lying to me is just as bad as lying to yourself.”

  This is the second time tonight I feel like I have been scalded. First Leo telling me to knock it off, now Candy telling me to stop lying. Everything was off kilter. By now I would be over at the pool tables, challenging the guys, taking their money, not riding a bar stool shooting back whisky hoping it will numb my raging hormones.

  “Say I did, what would you suggest I do?” I asked downing my beer.

  “Get his attention. Make him act.”
r />   “And how do we do that?” I asked emptying the bottle.

  Carlie, one of the other club girls approached the bar getting a round of beers. Candy leaned over and whispered something to her. Carlie, grinned, winked and took the beers back to the guys before approaching the jukebox hitting a few buttons. Candy and two other club girls grabbed chairs dragging them into the middle of the floor. They then sashayed up to Wolf, Bullet and Leo leading them to the chairs.

  “Candy, what the fuck is this? I am not going to sit here, and watch Lamb get a lap dance from a club whore,” I seethed, then added. “No offence.”

  “None taken,” she shrugged. “You’re not going to watch Leo getting a lap dance,” she grinned taking my hand pulling me from the bar. My feet hit the ground and the whisky I had consumed rushed to my head making me feel tipsy. “He is going to watch you.”

  I let Candy lead me over to the chair opposite Leo, pushing me down into the seat. I felt awkward and nervous. I’ve had a lap dance before; Maranda gave me one for my birthday last year. The boys got me drunk, and I giggled my way through it. It was just a bit of fun, but this, in front of Leo, this was different.

  “Relax Danger, just go with it,” Candy insisted.

  She placed her hands on my knees swivelling her hips, ass in the air. I huffed out a breath and began to relax as the beat of the music seeped into my bones. Candy applied pressure to my knees pushing them apart making room for her body between them.

  “This isn’t a strip club Danger; you’re allowed to touch me. You need to touch me. We’re doing this to stir Lamb to action remember. Put your damn hands on me. Sugar, trust me.”

  I could hear my dad telling me - You always act so strong, so tough, but you have the softest heart of anyone I know. You need to let people see your soft. You need to let someone into your heart.

  He was right, I have spent my whole life hardening my soft. Showing to the boys I was just as strong, just as tough as them. Proving I could and would do anything they could do just as well, if not better.

  Leo wanted to prove that he had the upper hand.

  That he made me weak.

  I’ll show him.

  I’m the one in charge here.

  He is the weak one and I will bring him to his knees.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

  Leo

  Willow knew what she was doing at the bar, the little minx. Leaning over the bar, pushing her impressive chest out stretching the fabric until the pink of her bra showed, her flesh threatening to spill out of their silky confines. I wanted to sink my teeth into their lusciousness and then use my tongue to soothe away the sting. But the thing that had my patience fraying was the deliciously sexy noises she was making. I wanted to hear her gasp as I played with her nipples. I wanted to hear her moan in my ear, and I buried myself balls deep inside her.

  I had to walk away before I made good on my promise and fucked her right there in front of everyone. I grabbed a beer and snagged a vacant stool and sat down to watch Tank kick Bullet’s ass at pool. The guy really is a shitty player.

  Carlie pressed a few buttons on the jukebox, 4 chairs were dragged to the middle of the bar room floor. Come on Eileen by Dexy's Midnight Runners was halfway through as Mazie shimmied her way to Wolf. Darcy slid off Bullets lap taking him by the hand to the chairs. I laughed and cheered them on, then Carlie reached her hand out to me.

  “No thanks Darlin’ find someone else.”

  “Lamb, huni, take my hand,” she wiggled her fingers at me. “Don’t make me beg,” she pouted.

  “Get some Lamb,” Tank laughed slapping me on the back. He was racking the balls for another game.

  I knew what was happening, I didn’t want a lap dance not unless it was from Danger. I played along, playing hard to get before allowing Carlie to push my ass into a vacant chair. There was one chair left. I looked around the room grinning wondering who the other guy would be. Then I saw Candy take Danger by the hand guiding her to the empty spot.

  Closer by Nine Inch Nails came on and the girls started to move as one.

  The girls gracefully danced in front of us swivelling their hips. Carlie grinned at me kicking my feet apart, moving into the space between my open legs. Carlie is a beautiful woman, but she was not Willow. I looked over watching Candy standing between Danger’s open thighs her back to her. The music pumped through the speakers as Candy lowered her ass toward Danger’s lap her hands on her knees grinding in slow sensual circles. Candy looked over her shoulder and Danger’s hands slid over Candy’s hips, her fingers with black painted nails slid up her ribs stopping just below her breasts.

  It was hard to concentrate on what Carlie was doing because I was focused on the Danger and Candy show. In my head Danger was the one who was dancing, and I watched my hands skimming all over her body.

  The girls all turned facing us, moving in closely, leaning forward so their asses were sticking out. All four girls had great asses but none of them looked as good as Danger’s did leaning over the bar earlier. Carlie leaned forward, her hands on the armrests of my chair giving me a straight shot view down her top.

  “Are you enjoying the show?” Carlie asked, her lips at my ear.

  “Very much but sweetheart you're blocking my view.”

  “I’ve got you Boo,” Carlie giggled winking at me. She continued to dance but moved to the side ever so slightly so I could continue watching Candy and Danger.

  I had to swallow a groan as Candy buried Dangers face between her cleavage slightly shimming her shoulders. The girls giggled as Danger was motorboated by Candy.

  Candy turned sitting on Dangers lap arching her back pushing her chest out as she leant her head back on Dangers shoulder. Danger whispered something in Candy’s ear, and she grinned broadly turning to face her. The girls kissed as Dangers hands came up to cup Candy’s breasts. Danger slid Candy’s legs over hers opening her knees, exposing them both to my gaze. Dangers denim clad pussy was hidden from view, but Candy was wearing the shortest shorts, her leopard print thong on display.

  Candy broke the kiss laughing, dancing and grinding. Danger locked eyes with me as she cupped and squeezed Candy’s breasts. There was heat in her eyes as a hand slid down Candy’s body, over her stomach reaching the apex of her thighs. Heat crackled between us; I raised an eyebrow at her daring her to continue.

  Danger kept her eyes on mine lightly kissing Candy’s neck as her fingers trailed along the soft skin of her thighs. Carlie kept grinding in front of me but kept a respectful distance from my cock. Danger’s fingers kept circling closer and closer to Candy’s pussy.

  Knock it off, I mouthed.

  Candy stood, bending forward winking as me as I caught an eye full of her expertly done fake boobs. She shimmied her ass in Danger’s face and Danger smacked it, the snap of her hand on Candy’s scantily clad ass echoing above the music. Candy squealed in delight. Candy and Carlie turned dancing their way together, using each other’s bodies like stripper poles. They spun around, Candy dancing towards me, Carlie to Danger.

  “Nice moves darlin’,” I said my hands on her hips as she straddled me.

  “Oh Lamb, huni, you have no idea,” she grinned, bending backwards her torso on show. I laughed as she righted herself shimming, her tits swaying with the movement. “Lamb let me give you some advice,” she said sliding off my lap, placing her hands on the back of my chair. She lent in her lips at my ear. “Claim her Lamb, claim her now, before I do.” She kissed my cheek before dancing back to Danger.

  The song came to an end, the guys all kissed the girls, Bullet dipping Darcy low and kissing the hell out of her. Candy and Danger laughed then hugged like sisters kissing each other on the cheek. It was a weird juxtaposition from the way they had been acting a minute ago. Drake brought over a round of shots. We all clinked glasses, did our shots, and the girls handed us fresh beers and carried the chairs away.

  I was just about to suggest that Danger and I get the fuck out of here. Howev
er, Bullet chose that exact moment to come up behind me wrapping an arm around my shoulders.

  “Lamb, buddy, are you gonna give me a chance to take your money?”

  “Not gonna happen,” I growled, eyes on Danger.

  “Don’t worry Lamb, I’ll be your second,” Tank added.

  “Wolf you down for a little team action?”

  “Bullet, I want nothing to do with whatever kinky shit you’re involved in,” he replied.

  “No, you dirty bastard. You and me against Tank and Lamb, a hundred dollar buy-in.”

  “Easiest two hundred ever made. When we win, drinks are on you boys,” Wolf advised, walking over to pick up a queue.

  This was going to be the quickest game of pool in the history of the game. I wasn’t going to let my plans be derailed again.

  I had money to win and a minx to catch.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

  Leo

  It was well after two AM by the time the guys were drunk enough for me to disappear without them noticing. I melted into the shadows down the hall, slipping into Danger’s room. Even though Willow’s house was only a hundred yards away from the clubhouse, I knew tonight she would be staying in her room.

  When I left the party, Willow was still at the bar laughing with Candy and Bullet.

  The lap dance had us both on fire and there was only one thing that was going to put it out. Every time I got close enough to suggest we take the party to a more private location; someone would come along and cockblock us.

  I stood in the shadows of Willow’s room waiting for her to show. Ten minutes later Willow walked into her room threw her cut at the dresser growling in frustration as she walked to the window.

  “Leo, where the hell did you go?” She muttered to the darkness. “I wish you were here. I wish I could hold you and talk to you in person instead of to myself – in the dark – Like a looser. God, I hate this.”