by Emily Minton
I walk over and wrap my arms around Uncle Holt. “What are my two favorite men up to?”
He smiles, pulling me in for a hug. “Just shooting the shit, Daisy girl.”
We talk for a few minutes before I excuse myself and make my way back over to Preach. I stop a few feet away when I see Leah trying to get his attention. Neither one of them sees me as I stand there, staring them down.
“Come on, Preach. What does she have that I don’t?” Leah asks, sounding pissed. “Come on, baby. I’ll make you feel so good. You can even call me Daisy if you want,” she says, changing from pissed off to seductive while trying to crawl onto his lap.
“I don’t want you. I’ll never want you. What don’t you understand about that?” Preach says, trying to shove her away.
“So that’s it! You like that jailbait bitch. You like little girl pussy?”
Shock causes me to gasp. Thankfully, both of them are too focused on their conversation to notice.
“Fuck you!” Preach says, getting pissed himself.
“I don’t know what you see in her anyway. She’s nothing but trash. Her own mom doesn’t even like her.”
Her words cause my stomach to roll. How could she say something like that?
I can tell he’s had enough when he uses all of his strength to push her away, sending her to the ground at his feet. “Speak about her like that again, and I’ll put a bullet in your fuckin’ skull. Not sure how many fuckin’ times I have to tell you; she’s mine. I’m not gonna stick my dick in that cum bucket you call a pussy.”
Leah pushes herself off the ground. “You’re one of those, huh? Like it a little rough?”
Preach doesn’t say anything, just sits back down and grabs his beer, effectively shutting her out.
She has never been one to be ignored, and now is no different. “If getting rough is what gets you off, I’m okay with that too, baby.”
Preach shakes his head, beyond tired of her shit. “Just get the fuck away from me before I have you removed from the club.”
“I’m going, but don’t worry, baby. I’ll be here when you decide you want something better than little miss perfect,” she says, sauntering off.
As she walks away, she looks right at me with a smile on her face, and I realize that she knew I was there the whole time. I have to look away and hide my face, not wanting her to see my tears.
I watch her walk away out of the corner of my eye while I shake with anger. I knew Leah wanted him, she proved that earlier, but I never would have thought she would bring up my mom like that. She knows nothing hurts me worse than hearing about my mom’s hatred for me.
I take a minute to get myself together before walking over to Preach. As soon as he sees me, he pulls me down into his lap. “There’s my Little Flower.”
PREACH
I watch Daisy ride away with her Grams, wishing she could stay with me. No, that’s not true. I don’t want Daisy in my room at the clubhouse; too many club whores have been in there. Shit! I need to get a place for us before her birthday. Somewhere clean, somewhere away from all this shit. She may not know it yet, but her ass is moving in with me the day she turns eighteen.
I wait until her car is out of sight before turning away. I’ve barely made it through the door of the clubhouse, and Leah is already wrapping herself around me again. I smell the liquor on her breath when she starts to whisper in my ear, “Since the little girl’s gone, it’s time to play with a real woman.”
What the fuck is wrong with her? Did I not tell her to fuck off earlier? Hell, I even pushed the bitch, and I’ve never laid a hand on a woman before in my life. Yet here she is, still trying to fuck me. This bitch is a masochist. Before I can push her skank ass off of me, her hand finds my dick and starts to rub. I would like to say that I’m immune to her efforts, but I’m not. I haven’t been laid in nearly two months, and my dick doesn’t care that Leah is a bitch. No, my dick only knows she is a willing lay. According to my brothers, she also knows how to suck cock like a pro. For a second, more like a long moment, I consider letting her give me head. Is a blowjob really cheating? Shaking off my idiotic thoughts, I shove her away. “Don’t fuckin’ touch me.”
Instead of backing away, she comes right back at me, not touching me this time, but only leaving an inch or two between us. “You and Daisy aren’t really together. You can’t be until she turns eighteen. What’s it gonna hurt if you and I have a little fun?”
Her words go right through me and straight to my dick. Are Daisy and I even in a committed relationship? If I got my dick wet, would that be wrong? Looking at her scarcely covered tits, I start to think of how they would look bouncing up and down as she rode my cock. I’m just about to grab the whore’s hand when I see Holt looking over at us from the bar. He stares at me for a moment, taking in the scene between Leah and me. The look of disgust on his face has me turning away from her and making my way to the bar. I need a drink, and I need it now.
“Give me a shot of Jack and a Bud chaser,” I shout to the prospect tending bar.
“Is that how it’s gonna be? Every time Daisy girl is out of sight, you’re gonna be fuckin’ some piece of club ass?” Holt says, moving to the seat next to mine. “Daisy’s my girl. She may not be my granddaughter by blood, but I love her just the same. If you hurt her by fuckin’ that skank of a friend of hers, I’ll make sure she’s never yours.”
I look at him, making sure he sees my anger. “What I do with my dick is none of your fuckin’ business.”
“It is when you’re messing with Daisy.”
I shake my head. “Doesn’t matter who I’m with. It’s still none of your business.”
“You’re one of those, huh? You plan on claiming her, then going on like you don’t have an old lady.”
I wait until the prospect sits my drink in front of me before replying. “No, man. I won’t be fuckin’ around on her, but you gotta cut me some slack. I’m following the rules, not touching her until she turns eighteen. That makes for some awful lonely nights.”
“Her birthday’s coming up. Until then, you got a hand. Learn how to use the motherfucker.”
I want to tell him to stay out of my fuckin’ business, and to kiss my ass, but I don’t. Instead, I just nod and toss back my shot. “I understand that we don’t fuck around with kids, but Daisy’s gonna be eighteen in less than a month. Why the fuck does it matter if I claim her now?”
Holt lifts his empty beer, motioning for the prospect to bring him another. “Lula got pregnant with Daisy when she was only fifteen. Maker was just seventeen at the time, not even a member yet. His dad was one of the originals, a good friend of mine and Wayne’s.”
Shit! I knew that Lula was young, but not that damn young.
“We decided the only thing we could do was to have them get married; big fuckin’ mistake,” he says before taking another beer from the prospect. “It’s been hell for both of them since they said I do. Maker was in love with someone else and never let Lula forget it. Lula blamed Daisy for being born and thought it was her fault that she was stuck with a man who didn’t want her.”
Hell is putting it lightly. I have never seen two people despise each other so much. “Why don’t they just get divorced?”
“Lula’s a fuckin’ bitch. Do you really think that she would give Maker freedom?”
I shake my head. “Not if she thought that’s what he wanted.”
“Damn right, she wouldn’t.” He takes another drink, and then turns to look me in the eyes. “After she came up pregnant, we made the rule of no underage girls. I agree with you that a month doesn’t make a difference, but if you give a shit about my girl, you’ll wait that month.”
Fuck! Doesn’t he realize how long a damn month is? I haven’t been this long without pussy since I got out of prison. By the time I get inside her, I’m gonna be ready to explode. Realizing that thinking about Daisy is just making my dick harder, I turn toward the prospect. “Another beer, and keep the shots coming.”
After a few more drinks, I drunkenly stumble to my room. As I walk down the hallway, I see Leah standing near the door to my room. The bitch is ready; her shirt is pulled down to show off her tits, and her skirts pulled up just far enough so that I can see her bald pussy. Fuck! I need to take a cold shower before I do something I’m going to regret.
Walking past her, I head straight into my room, slamming the door behind me. Pulling off my clothes, I walk to the bathroom and step into the cold shower. Holt’s words run through my mind, and seeing the wisdom in his advice, I reach down and grab my cock. I haven’t used my hand since prison, but desperate times call for desperate measures. Fuck, it’s like I’m a horny teenager all over again.
Slowly, I stroke myself while I picture Daisy in my head. She’s so fuckin’ innocent. I doubt she’s ever seen a cock, much less touched one. I can’t wait to show her, to teach her, how to please me. I know it’s selfish, since I’ve had my share of pussy, but I love knowing my cock will be the first she ever feels between her legs. If I get my way, it will be the only one. Just the thought of being inside her has me moving my hand faster, harder.
Stoke after stroke, images of Daisy flash through my mind. The first one of her on her back, taking everything I got. The next, her riding me like there’s no tomorrow with my hands cupping her beautiful tits, and ending with her on her knees, my cock buried in her throat while I fuck her sweet mouth. My fist tightens around my dick as I pump myself to completion. I throw my head back and shout, “Fuck!”
“Wow, that was hot.” I hear a voice say as I step out of the shower.
Shit, I forgot to lock my door.
“Get out of here, Leah,” I say, grabbing a towel.
“Oh no, don’t cover up on my account,” she says, stepping closer.
For the first time, I realize that she’s naked, and my cock decides that a quick jerk is not enough. Fuck!
She motions toward my dick. “I could always help you out, ya know. I wouldn’t tell Daisy. I wouldn’t tell anyone. It’d be our little secret.”
She moves toward me as she speaks, whispering all the things she would like to do to me, and continuing to promise to keep everything just between us. Fuckin’ hell, I’m not gonna be able to resist. Daisy’s face flashes in my mind right before Leah goes to her knees. A second later her lips wrap around my cock, and all thoughts of my girl fade away. My brothers are right. This bitch sucks dick like a pro.
Chapter Six
PREACH
Daisy is rubbing her body against mine as I kiss her goodbye. It’s been nearly three weeks since that night with Leah, and I still feel guilty every time I touch Daisy. As soon as she licked my dick clean, the whore climbed on my bed and spread her legs. She smiled at me and started playing with her pussy, but I had her naked ass in the hall a second later. Thank God I didn’t fuck the skank, but getting a blow job is bad enough.
Right after I blew my wad, I knew it was a mistake. I swear it was like a fog lifted and everything became clear. All the questions I had before were answered. Even though Daisy and I haven’t slept together, we are in a relationship. I consider her mine, so I’m hers too. Getting my dick sucked is cheating. No fuckin’ way around it, I fucked up, and I fucked up bad.
So far, Leah has kept her mouth shut. She shoots me sly smiles and has tried to get me to come back for seconds, but she’s kept her word and hasn’t told Daisy yet. I’m not sure how long she’ll keep quiet, and I feel like I’m constantly waiting for the ax to fall. This whole bullshit situation has me scared shitless. I haven’t been afraid of anything since the day I walked into prison, but the thought of losing my girl has me scared to my core.
Daisy continues kissing me, taking away my thoughts of losing her. Sucking on her bottom lip, I have to remind myself her birthday is almost here. One week. Only one fucking week, and I can claim her without having my brothers kill me. Knowing it’s so close is the only thing that keeps me from taking her right here on the sidewalk.
“I’m not sure if you two going at it in front of the diner is good for business or not,” Shelia says as she steps out of the diner. Hand on her hip, she smirks at us.
I pull away from Daisy, placing a final kiss on her forehead. “I’ll be here when you get off.”
She smiles and gives me a tight squeeze before letting go, then walks toward Shelia. “You know you’re just jealous that you don’t have your own hot biker.”
I watch them until they get inside, and then walk back to my bike. Fifteen minutes later, I’m pulling up in front of the clubhouse. Of course, the first people I see are Holt and Wayne. Both are walking inside, but stop to wait for me. They’ve been giving me death glares ever since the night Holt saw me with Leah. I don’t think they know what happened in my room. If they did, I’m sure they would do more than just look at me. I’d probably have my ass beat if I was lucky, or be six feet under if I wasn’t. They may be older than most of the brothers, but they are two tough motherfuckers.
As I step up to the door, Wayne pushes it open and walks in before me. “Did you get my girl to work?”
I nod, walking past him. “Yeah, just dropped her off.”
“You picking her up later? I don’t want her walking home after what happened with those little douche bags.”
“Yeah, I’ll pick her up. I always do,” I reply, walking toward the bar. Wayne and Holt follow closely behind, sitting down next to me.
I’m just taking a drink of my first beer of the day when Mary rushes into the room. “Maker was in a wreck. It’s bad. We need to get to the hospital.”
Shit! Maker may be a useless drunk, but he’s still Daisy’s dad. Jumping up, I look toward Holt and Wayne. “I’ll pick up Daisy, and we’ll meet you there.”
The parking lot clears out quickly. I’m heading toward Daisy, while everyone else is on their way to the hospital. I make the fifteen-minute drive in less than ten, and walk into the diner just as the lunch rush is staring to die down.
DAISY
I’m only an hour into my shift when I hear the sound of a bike pulling up out front. I’d know that sound anywhere. That’s my man’s bike. I’m not sure why he’s here early, and I don’t care. I toss my order pad on the counter and rush to the door.
As soon as I pull the door open, he steps inside. Immediately, he pulls me into his arms. He buries his face in my hair and whispers my name.
“You’re early. You know, I don’t get off for another seven hours,” I say, wrapping my arms around his waist.
He doesn’t say anything, just pulls me in for a kiss. He’s kissed me a million times over the last month and a half, but this kiss is different from all the ones before; it’s desperate, rough.
Pulling back, I ask, “Is everything ok?”
Again, he ignores me, pulling me against him for another kiss, and this one is just as desperate. When he breaks the kiss off, I push on his chest. “Preach, you’re worrying me. What’s wrong?”
“I need you to take the night off, babe. Can you do that?” he asks me, his voice sounding strained.
I nod, too frightened to say anything else. After he releases me, I walk back to the kitchen. “Is it okay if I leave early?”
Shelia looks up from the grill and stares at me. I’ve been working for her for over four years, and I’ve never taken off early or called in sick, so she knows something is up. “What’s wrong?”
Shaking my head, I start to whisper, “I don’t know. Preach just told me that I needed to take the night off.”
She walks away from the grill and looks out the order window. “Go on, girl. He looks like he’s in a world of pain. The lunch rush is over. I can call someone else in to cover dinner, so no worries.”
“Thank you,” I say as I hand over my apron to her and clock out.
I go back to the dining area and see Preach standing over by the window. I place my hand on his shoulder, and he turns to me. “I’m ready.”
Grabbing my hand, he leads me out of the diner without saying another word.
We head straight to his bike, climbing on in silence. His actions right now are confusing the hell out of me, scaring me actually. He was fine when he dropped me off, but now he’s anything but fine. Something must have happened at the clubhouse, and whatever happened, it was big.
Instead of driving toward my house, he heads to the other side of town. I have no idea where we are going until he pulls off onto Streets Avenue, and I see the hospital looming ahead of us. A few minutes later, we park in front of the emergency room entrance. He climbs off the bike, pulling me off behind him. “Your dad’s been in an accident.”
“What?” I whisper, shock and fear making my voice sound strained. ”Is he okay?”
He pulls me to him, wrapping his arms around me. “I don’t know, babe, but I do know he’s hurt.”
Not wanting to waste anymore time, I pull away and head into the hospital. As soon as we get inside, I see everyone huddled together in the small waiting room. All of my family is here. Hell, the entire club is here. I rush straight to Grams, ignoring my mother. “What happened?”
Grams grabs my hand and leads me to one of the vacant chairs. Preach silently follows us, never moving more than a few inches from me. Just knowing he’s here with me gives me strength.
“We don’t know all the details, but it looks like he was drunk.”
I didn’t need to be told that. Anyone that knows Dad would know that he was drunk. When isn’t he? “How bad is he hurt?”
Squeezing my hand, she replies. “He shattered his pelvis, and a piece of bone is lodged into his spinal cord. The doctors aren’t sure how much damage it caused. He’s gonna live, but he may never walk again.”
The thought of my father never walking again is heartbreaking, but the idea of him never riding his motorcycle again is life shattering. The club, his bike, and time spent on the road are the only things that matter to him. Without them, he would wither away. “What will happen to him? What will he do? If he can’t get back on his bike, he’ll die.”