by K E Osborn
FIM rolls his eyes and slaps his brother across the arm. “Fuck off prick.”
“No really, try living with him. I had to grow up with the bastard. Don’t ever feed him licorice. The day after… fuck me. Don’t even get me started on his dried apricot farts—”
“Okay, okay, that’s enough. Fuck,” FIM says and I’m laughing so much my eyes are fogging up.
“Shit guys, you two will get along here just fine.”
“As long as Doug can get a handle on this head situation you have on the tap beer man, ‘cause you suck fucking shit at pouring beer, dude,” Knucklehead tells Doug and I smirk at him as he nods his head in understanding.
“Yeah, I know. Never poured a beer in my life. Drunk plenty, though.”
I smirk and shake my head thinking how lucky it was these two brothers came into Strapless right when we needed them.
The club doors open and Cassius and Shogun run in, behind them Dad saunters in along with my brothers. They were outside in the compound smoking some durries. I gave up long ago. Well, honestly, I never really started. Mum never liked it, so I did right by her and never took up the habit. I tried it for about a month, but the taste never grew on me, and I just stopped. My brothers think I’m a joke. A biker who doesn’t smoke. But hey, at least I won’t need oxygen to breathe when they’re all eighty with emphysema.
“Kid, we got church. I’m calling it in,” Dad yells out to me, as they all walk in behind him. Raising my eyebrows, I nod and skull back the dregs of my beer, heading over to the assembly room.
I take up my seat to the left of Dad and everyone else sits in their usual spots. A thrill of excitement flows through me at sitting in my first church session as the VP. Cassius comes to my side and sits by my feet, it seems only fitting that he’s here with me now. I bend down and give him a pet while he nuzzles into my hand.
Dad bangs the gavel and I look back up and sit back in the chair with my arms crossed. “Okay, church is in session.”
I take a deep breath and look at my brothers, Behemoth the monster of a man, tall, muscles on muscles on muscles, but the softest and gentlest man you’d ever meet. Lookout, his skin a dark chocolate colour, his stature tall and intimidating, but every word he says makes me chuckle because he’s either so angry at nothing, passing out at the sight of blood, or talking in a very questionable way. Jigsaw, the Swedish immigrant, moved here to escape the Swedish mafia. His bleached blond hair and dark brown beard are in stark contrast making him look quite strange, but it suits him and his oddball way. Techie, tall and muscular with a boy next door face and black rimmed glasses. To look at him you wouldn’t know he was a biker. But his nerd abilities, as well as his killer instincts, are second to none. The kid’s a fucking genius. Then there’s Chops, a lot older than the rest of us, a First 7 Original with his balding head and grey mutton chops taking up the entire sides of his face. They’re ugly, but so is he. He’s had them for as long as I’ve known him. They’re the reason for his road name. His Chopper Read moustache completes his look. Then I look at my dad, he’s the typical bad boy biker, the long triangular grey beard, long hair that matches, and a round stomach that sits out further than he’d like.
Suddenly, the gavel is slammed into my hand on the desk, the pain of the harsh wood jamming onto my knuckles sends an ache right up my arm.
“Ouch, fuckin’ hell!” I pull my hand away and bring it up to my face for inspection then glare at my old man for hitting me. “What the fuck?”
“You’re the VP, Steel. You need to pay attention, not be a spoiled brat.”
I huff, rubbing my hand and glare at him through thin slitted eyes. “Then stop callin’ me kid, and call me Steel like everyone else does.”
He huffs. “You’ll always be kid to me, kid.”
I roll my eyes as a couple of the guys snicker. “Fine, what’s happenin’?” I ask actually paying attention now.
“5113 are planning something. We took out their leader, so they’ll be plotting a revenge attack. We took their drugs, killed their men, we should be prepared for war.”
“What the fuck happened?” Chops grunts.
“Chez wanted more money, I didn’t want to give it,” I say nonchalantly.
“So you shot him?”
I huff and slump in my chair. “He pulled his gun, I pulled my knife. Alex pulled his gun, so did Jake. Jigsaw moved slightly, and Chez’s men reacted first, Chops. Don’t go acting like I wanted a war. Chez shot Jake, Alex shot Chez, a guy lunged at me and I stabbed him with Wesley while Jigsaw opened fire on the others. Alex went down. More of the 5113 boys came in and I had to duck from the shells man. The bullets were rainin’ down on us until Jigsaw called Crash in.”
“Yeah, I let off a grenade, blew those fuckers to kingdom come and we got out with the drugs, our money, and at least seven 5113ers six feet under. It’s a win-win I say.” Crash smirks and I can't hide my smile—clearly we are on the same page.
“You’re a fucking idiot if you think killing off seven of the 5113ers is going to scare them off,” Dad says.
“They’re a street gang, Prez. How tough can they be?” I scoff.
“Don’t be ignorant, kid. Where do you think they get their firepower from? Their drugs from? They don’t get that shit themselves. They have suppliers. They have people they work for. This is bigger than them. If we cut the supply to the more major players, the fall back is on us. You cocks are just too fucking infantile in this game to understand.”
“Just ‘cause we’re young don’t mean we don’t understand how this club works.”
“And just ‘cause you think you know everything, don’t mean you do either, kid. You gotta lot to learn. This shambles shows me that. Chops and I will have to settle the snakes and see if we can calm the new head honcho the fuck down. Chez was a cool guy. Who knows what his replacement will be like?”
“You’re reactin’ over nothin’, Prez. They’re a bunch of kids. We’re bikers. I think we hold the upper hand.”
“And that’s the sort of attitude that gets cunts killed, kid. You think you’re better than everyone else because you’re entitled. Don’t force me to make a fool of you in front of everyone for your attitude, kid.”
“Fuck off—”
Dad swings his gavel and it connects with my hand again on the table smashing it down hard on my knuckles.
“Fuck! Smashin’ your own flesh and blood because he has the guts to talk back to you. It’s no wonder Mum left you.”
The room falls silent as Dad grits his teeth and his lip curls up in clear disgust as his harsh glare stares right at me. But I don’t back down. Dad and I argue all the time. This is nothing my brothers haven’t seen before. My shoulders are tense as I stare my dad down waiting for him to break. His hand clenches tight and I’m waiting for him to punch me.
“Okay, well, how about we fucking quit the family dysfunction and get on with church. Whenever you fuckfaces are ready to put your cocks away?” Chops berates. He’s the only brother my dad would let get away talking to him like that, except for me.
We both turn and look at him as he shakes his head and pulls his piece out placing it on the table like it’s supposed to scare me.
It doesn’t.
“Start acting like brothers, and let’s get the fuck on with this. Or I’ll cap the next one who starts mouthing off.”
I raise my eyebrow at Chops that he has the guts to talk to my dad like that and turn to look at my dad’s reaction. He’s frowning and glaring at Chops, but his lips slowly turn upward into a smile and then he starts bellowing out a massive laugh. His loud voice echoes through the assembly room and I shake my head at his mood swings. Fucking maniac!
“Fuck Chops, what would I do without you?”
“Go to an early grave… now 5113 what are we going to do?”
Dad huffs and sits back in his chair. “I think Chops and I should go over to the 5113 gang hideout to meet with their new boss—”
“What? No way!” I say along wi
th everyone else in the room, besides Chops.
“Now, now, hear me out. It’s the only way to show respect, and that we don’t want trouble,” Dad says and I scoff as the others all mumble quietly to themselves.
“Prez… that’s suicide.”
“It’s the only way to keep the 5113ers and their boss in line. We gotta bow down kid, show them some respect.”
I scoff. “You gotta be kiddin’ me,” I murmur to myself. “Shouldn’t this be a club vote?”
Everyone nods.
“No, I’m pulling rank. Chops and I are going in. End of discussion. Church adjourned.” Dad bangs his gavel and stands up. Everyone else stands up and shakes their heads, but begin walking out of the assembly room. Staying seated, Dad notices me as I breathe heavier and heavier thinking this plan is worse and worse every second I think about it.
“Kid?” Dad asks once everyone’s gone.
“They’ll ambush you. You know that, right?” I ask.
He exhales and sits back down. “We’ll take Ryder and the new prospects with us for backup.”
“I’m comin’ too—”
“No! If this shit goes south Dylan, you need to be here to take on the presidency.”
I stand up, anger raging inside me as I start to pace the floor running my hands through my hair.
“This is such a bad idea! Dad… I… Fuck!” Grabbing the top of a chair, I hurtle it across the room.
“Hey!” Dad says so I turn to face him.
My breathing is rushed through my nose as my heart is racing like I’ve just fucked all night. I might argue with my Dad, but I still love him. I don’t want to lose him.
“Stop! I’m gonna be fine. This is gonna work, kid.”
“You don’t know that.”
“I do… just trust me.” He walks over and pulls me in and slaps my back twice before pulling back and looking at me. “I gotta get ready to go. You’re in charge while I’m gone, kid. Look after the place.” He lets me go and walks out of the assembly room and away from me for possibly the very last time.
CHAPTER SIX
After Church, I went to my bedroom, now that Dad’s off playing God with the 5113ers. Knowing he’s more than likely walking into a trap, and I’m not going to be there to help him, it’s eating me the fuck up. And waiting around in the clubhouse for news of his demise is not something I want to do, so I’m in my room listening to heavy metal music and looking at the picture of Willow on my phone. A sudden knocking on my door startles me. I know Dad hasn’t been gone long enough, so I’m more than aware it’s not to do with him. I choose to ignore it, looking back down at the red-headed goddess on my screen.
The creak of the hinges over the music make me huff as I look up to see my door opening anyway, and I’m about to let fly at whoever it is when I see the pink and yellow hair and fit body walk into my room. Lunar’s bright smile eases my ire as she closes the door behind her.
My ear drums stop vibrating as the roar of the music dulls to a healthy more dull level of noise as Lunar walks in and turns down the stereo. Exhaling, I lock the screen of my phone and place it on my side table.
She looks at me and tilts her head. “So… the Prez has gone into the lion’s den, I hear?”
Sitting up, I swing my legs over the side and perch on the edge of the bed.
Exhaling, I nod. “Yes’um.”
She walks over and stands in between my legs wrapping her hands around my neck, her hands fist in my hair and her tits are right in my face. It eases my nerves almost entirely as my cock starts to throb.
“You doing okay?” she asks looking down at me and raising her eyebrow.
I chuckle. “Fine darlin’, I’m made of steel remember—”
“Don’t give me that shit. I know you better than you think, Steel. This would be killing you. How can I help you?” She tugs on my hair and makes me look up at her. Her blue eyes sparkle and they remind me of Willow’s, they’re not as bright or as brilliant as hers, but the blue is similar. My cock twitches thinking of the flaming red-headed goddess, and I take a deep breath trying to control my eagerly forming boner.
My hands move up the backs of her thighs, and right now the only thing I can think of is how much I want to have sex with Willow. How that could have been happening tonight if I just went to see her. My fingers dig into Lunar’s arse cheeks and I lick my lips becoming hornier by the second. Sure, I’m thinking of Willow right now, but Lunar doesn’t know that. I’m horny, I’m pissed off, and Lunar wants to help me… and I know how.
“You wanna help me?” I ask moving my hands to the top of her tight and tiny gym shorts, threading my fingers into the top and sliding her shorts down over her arse.
She smirks and shimmies to help me remove them quickly. Of course, she isn’t wearing underwear beneath them. They cascade down her tanned and toned legs and she flicks them off her foot to the end of the bed. My hands move back around to her arse, and I pull her to me. My cock is now raging hard and throbbing in my jeans. I can’t wait to let him lose. She runs her hands through my hair as I move my nose into her smooth as silk pussy. Running the tip of my nose along her folds smelling her sweet scent, I press my lips against her warmth and she shudders against me. I love that I can make her tremble with a simple touch.
I look up at her and she’s looking down at me through hooded eyes. “Spread your legs darlin’,” I murmur against her flesh.
She smirks and steps her feet apart. I smile licking my lips and bend down again grabbing her arse and pulling her onto my face. My tongue flicks out right onto her clit, and she moans out loud as I tongue fuck her clit. I know just how she likes it. Hard and fast. My hands clench her arse cheeks tight making it rough for her. She lifts one leg up onto the bed and I smirk knowing what she wants. I bring one hand around and quickly ram two fingers up into her soaking wet pussy. She writhes thrusting her pussy harder against my face. Her juices coating my mouth as I continue to flick my tongue against her clit. My fingers stroke her inner wall and work her up quickly.
Her hands tug on my hair and it only turns me on more. My cock is straining so hard against the seam of my jeans, it’s actually hurting. I want Lunar to cum fast so I can let him out to play and ease the ache in my cock.
I thrust my fingers into her deeper and swirl them around just the way she likes it. Deep. Hard. Fast. Her moans echo through the room, the vibration of her hips moving against my face are making me breathe harder. Her moans are becoming louder and deeper as she tenses her hands in my hair. Her pussy walls around my fingers tighten and her arse cheek clenches in my hand. I know she’s close. She starts to tremble and calls out my name with a gasp of air and her pussy relaxes around my fingers while she quivers against my face moaning in a deep satisfaction.
I drag my fingers from her and pull my head back from her pussy wiping my face of her juices. She looks down at me and I smirk grabbing her leg and pulling it over my shoulder. She squeals as I pull her to me and then move us so she’s under me on the bed with her leg over my shoulder.
Grinding my hips into her pussy, she moans and I smile as her hands come down to my belt buckle and she undoes it frantically. I lean up slightly to help her and she loosens my jeans. I help her slide them down over my arse.
Fuck taking them off completely. I need to fuck her, now.
My jeans slide down enough for my cock to spring free and I lean in pressing my lips to hers forcefully. She kisses me back, and in my mind I’m kissing Willow. In my head, it’s her I’m about to fuck. Leaning down, I grab my wallet from my jeans pocket and pull out a condom, quickly tearing the wrapper and shoving it on my throbbing cock faster than ever before. I’m angry that Dad’s off about to probably get killed, and I’m angry I can’t get to know Willow. So Lunar is here to take the brunt of my anger.
I line my cock up with Lunar’s pussy and I slam it into her, bending her leg back that’s on my shoulder. She moans out and I groan as her silky tightness envelops my cock warming it up and wrapping it nicely
in its snug magnificence.
“Fuck me,” I murmur as I thrust into her and grab her wrists holding them by her head tightly.
Leaning into her neck, I graze my teeth under her ear as I thrust hard and fast into her. The echo of skin slapping against itself as my balls smack her filters through the room. Her moans vibrate into my ear as I bite down onto her neck marking her. She groans against my dominance. I know she loves it.
I thrust into her harder, sweat building up all over my body as I suck on her neck hard marking her even more. She moans as my balls begin to tighten. A tingle starts to run up and down my spine as I realise my legs now have pins and needles. I’m close, and as Lunar’s pussy convulses against my cock squeezing it tight as she moans out my name again through another climax, I shake and thrust up into her deeply. My cock pulses and my balls squeeze, I breathe heavy as I bury my head in her neck and explode my hot cum inside of the condom, groaning out loud letting all my frustrations out at the same time.
“Fuuuck,” I roar as Lunar and I both pant and collapse into each other.
She puts her leg down from my shoulder and I pull out of her and roll onto my back. My jeans are half way down my legs and it’s a little uncomfortable, but I’m too busy coming down from cumming to care.
“Feel better?” she asks with a slight chuckle.
I smirk and turn looking at her and lean in kissing her cheek. “Was just what I needed. Thanks, darlin’,” I say while getting up off the bed awkwardly, pulling my jeans off with my boots, and walking to the shower while sliding off my cut and shirt.
Lunar doesn’t follow and I’m glad. I need time to think. Dad could be dead by now. I just fucked Lunar wishing it was someone else, and I have no idea what tomorrow will bring.
***
I couldn’t stand the thought of not seeing Willow, so I rode to her house and spent the night fucking her and now she’s asleep in my arms. The gentle rise and fall of her chest against my side as she cuddles into me is soothing as I rest, and her hair grazing my arm is tickling me, but I like it. I slowly open my eyes blinking a couple of times to see pink and yellow hair across my arms—not red. I furrow my brows and do a double take.