by Nikki Wild
And with just a little intimidation…
“I need more than that,” I decided, pushing the barrel harder against his head.
“W-w-what?”
“Your name,” I told him gravely.
“My… my n-name?”
“Yes, Mudflap,” I answered. “I need your name. You’re unfit to call yourself a fucking biker, so I’m gonna take your name away.”
“Y-you can’t d-do that…”
“I have beaten you, and I outrank you,” I answered darkly. Of course, that last part had nothing to do with it, but he didn’t need to know that. “So, I am going to ask you one time, and one time only… and you’ll want to answer this correctly… what is your name?”
I pushed down on the gun harder.
Whatever was left of this hard-ass Mudflap identity died in his eyes when he quivered under my livid gaze. He had tried so hard to take everything from me… so I would punish him appropriately.
I would let him live.
But I would take everything away.
“M-M-Mark,” he answered.
“Repeat it.”
“My name is M-M-Mark F-Ferguson…”
“Good,” I replied, pulling the boot back as I lowered the gun. My eyes caught the telltale sign of flashing red and blue lights on the trees behind him. “And there’s a silver lining here, even if you don’t see it that way.”
“W-what’s that?”
The police cruisers pulled to a stop above and behind us. I heard the sounds of officers assembling while a K-9 unit growled.
“Should have no trouble making good on that promise with some years behind bars to think on your fucking mistakes…”
Thirty
Kate
When the trunk door flew open, it wasn’t Grizz’s face that I saw, but the face of a confused but relieved police officer.
“Ma’am? You’re safe now,” he reassured me. “The name’s Officer Macready. Give me a moment, we’ll get you right out of here.”
I glanced out into the night. The bright, flashing cruiser lights showed that there was another officer here, along with a dog.
After he helped me out from the car, I stepped into ditch water and suddenly gasped. Grizz, barefoot and shirtless besides his jacket, was on his knees in the muck. Mark, on the other hand…
“Wait – no!” I shouted, staring at Grizz. He glanced up with a small smile. “He’s innocent! What’s going on?”
“This one’s wounded,” Macready replied. His partner continued to administer aid to what looked like a bad gunshot through the arm. “He was shot by this bigger fellow.”
Mark couldn’t bring himself to even look at me, let alone tell his side of things.
The officer scoffed. “You know, we don’t usually see this kind of activity out here… so, if you’re feelin’ up to it, mind shedding some light on what the hell is going on?”
I told Macready everything.
Well… not quite everything.
I told the cops about my abusive ex-boyfriend, his asshole motorcycle club, and that I’d been kidnapped… I told them how Mark had chased us, taken me from our motel, and bolted into the night with me locked up in the back.
“Wait, this happened in Metairie?”
I paused. “Yeah, why?”
The officers looked among themselves with a knowing glance.
“Officers responded to some shots fired. Found a building full of tear gas and a meth lab, along with a biker club and a whole pile of illegal weapons… You telling me that this guy’s one of ‘em?”
I glanced over at Mark.
He looked completely defeated, even before finding out that his entire operation had been thrown behind bars. He looked at me for the first time since I’d been freed from the trunk. Desperation stained his eyes.
It wasn’t a good look for him.
“Check his vest. He’s one of the Bayou Boys.”
Macready turned to his partner, lightly scratching his chin. “Ted, what did you say that biker gang was called?”
“Bayou Boys, I reckon.”
“Well, slap my ass and call me Debbie. We got us here a renegade Bayou Boy, split from the pack!”
The ambulance finally arrived right then and there, wailing all the while. Mark looked crushed as he was pulled to his feet and led to the back of the vehicle, clutching at his wound.
“What do we need to do about this one?” Officer Macready asked me, glancing suspiciously at Grizz.
“He’s not one of them,” I crossed my arms. “He saved me from that asshole… Pin a medal on him.”
“Not really my jurisdiction,” the officer chuckled. “But he’s gonna have to answer some questions.”
“Of course, officer.” Grizz responded.
A paramedic arrived and was checking me over when Grizz finally strolled back over to see how I was doing. I was surpised… I’d half expected them to arrest Grizz and work things out at the station. I waved the paramedic away and gave us a minute of privacy.
“What’s going on, are they letting us go?” I whispered, glancing over Grizz’s shoulder and seeing Mark still sitting quietly in the back of a patrol car.
“I have a friend in high places when it comes to the police out here,” Grizz replied, smiling. “They’re letting me walk, which is more than I can say for the Bayou Boys.”
“But what about the guns, and the motel Mark shot up?”
“Like I said, it’s taken care of…”
“You’re just full of surprises, Grizz.”
It wasn’t long before one of the cops was escorting the two of us to an after-hours walk-in clinic, where Grizz sat patiently – still barefoot and shirtless, minus the leather jacket – while I was examined.
When I was given the all clear and gave my final statements to Macready, I thanked him for his time and took Grizz’s arm.
“Long night,” he told me.
“Yeah,” I agreed, just happy to be done with the whole thing. “I think that’s a more than enough excitement for this chick.”
Grizz’s expression stayed quiet.
I thought aloud. “Your club back in El Paso, the Devil’s Dragons… Is it like this all the time?”
When he merely cocked an eyebrow, I continued: “Does danger just always follow you guys, wherever you go?”
“Feels like it sometimes,” he answered.
“So, you’re saying that I should get used to this sort of thing?”
“You don’t have to come with me, now that the Bayou Boys are taken care of,” he paused us near the bike. “They’re all gone. None of them to bother you anymore.”
I snapped defensively. “You’re gonna tell me something like that after everything we’ve been through? Grizz, what are you trying to say?”
He was grappling with something inside that hard, burly body of his. “You’re safe now, Kate. It’s all over. Nothing to say that you have to follow me into this life if you don’t want it.”
“What else should I do, then?” I pulled my arm free, putting my hands on my hips. “Live out here in Louisiana while you run back to the desert? Be a waitress at some lame overnight pit-stop?”
“I got the club a seat at the table, Kate. I’m bringing the Devil’s Dragons to New Orleans,” Grizz replied.
“You’re sending me mixed signals here.”
Grizz was obviously uncomfortable. He placed a hand on the seat of the biker and turned my way. Uneasiness was plainly written all over his face.
“I love you, Kate. I want you in my life more than anything. But coming with me… it could get rough. A whole lot rougher than what you’ve already experienced in these last few days. The Devil’s Dragons have made enemies. I want you, but I need you to understand what you would be agreeing to if you joined me…”
I stepped forward and planted my lips on his, silencing his worries. I felt his large, powerful body relax against mine.
“I love you too.”
He smiled the biggest I’ve ever seen him sm
ile, even when we’d shared those words so many years ago. After everything we’d been through these last few days, there was a lot more weight to them.
“None of that scares me, Grizz. I’m a big girl, and I know what I’m getting myself into… I’m in this for the long haul, and you’re not gonna get rid of me.”
Relief visibly crossed his face.
“Very glad to hear this,” he whispered.
“Good,” I smiled. “So, first thing’s first, we need to sleep this goddamn night off.”
“Agreed.”
“But after we get back, after I’ve met these Devil’s Dragons of yours… how long are we gonna be there?”
“Soon as they’re ready, we ride back with them,” Grizz replied, before quickly adding: “probably take a month, maybe two.”
“Good,” I nodded, crossing my arms. “I think that New Orleans could certainly use the excitement.”
“Excitement’s one word for it.”
“Yeah?” I chuckled. “Alright, funny guy, what word would you choose for it, then?”
Grizz thought on that for a moment.
“Trouble,” he replied with a wink.
Thirty-One
Grizz
Hunter Hargreaves smiled from the stoop of the Devil’s Dragons bar as I parked my motorcycle and lifted Kate up off the seat. The bike groaned wearily as the ignition died. I understood the feeling.
My leader beamed with pride.
“Welcome home, Grizz.”
“Not home anymore,” I replied.
His eyebrow lifted. “So you pulled it off then?”
I shook his hand, letting him pull me into a solid hug. As we separated, I nodded. “New Orleans will treat us well for years to come. We have turf, connections, and I took care of a little competition.”
“I knew you could do it,” he grinned, turning to face my woman. “And who is this lovely young lady you’ve brought back with you?”
“Souvenir,” I chuckled.
Kate punched me in the arm while Hunter’s smile widened. “My name’s Kate. Grizz and I go way back.”
“Well Kate, any girl who can drag a sense of humor out of this hard-ass will always be a friend of mine,” Hunter laughed. “Listen, you two have had a long ride. Come in, rest up, and fill us in tomorrow morning.”
“Doesn’t have to wait,” I replied.
He met my gaze with more authority than I expected. “Take the night off, Grizz. That’s an order. Get your lady here settled in, and relax.”
“Fine. Business tomorrow,” I conceded, raising my palms up.
“Good. Now that that’s settled,” Hunter turned, holding the front door to the bar open, “Now take a damn load off!”
“Sounds good to me!” Kate piped up.
I stepped forward into the bar, unsure of what to expect. The entire Devil’s Dragons club was assembled, playing pool and kicking back beers when Victor glanced over and hushed the biker next to him.
Quiet fell over the entire club.
“Grizz just informed me,” Hunter spoke up, stepping in behind us and letting the door fall shut, “that he has succeeded in his mission.”
He came out in front and beamed with pride. “Boys… we’re going to New Orleans.”
Every beer in every hand rose up high as a cheer boomed across our headquarters. Disgruntled at the spotlight, I almost shrunk back a step, but Kate’s hand slipped into mine.
That’s right, I realized.
I’m not alone anymore…
Hunter clasped me firmly on the shoulder, turning to Kate. “You’re not pregnant, are you?”
I almost laughed when she looked offended. “What? No!”
“Good,” he winked. “Drinks are on the club tonight. Already got more than enough of that around here anyway. Last thing I need is a second pregnant woman in the club…”
“Wanna try that one again, sweetheart?”
Sarah’s voice called out from behind the corner. Hunter’s now heavily pregnant fiancé walked out to join the festivities, hand on the small of her back. She’d been growing her hair out, and it almost reached her shoulders now.
“You know I didn’t mean it, babe,” he grinned sheepishly.
“Yeah, yeah,” she scrunched up her face in mock irritation before turning to Kate. “Bikers. Bunch of assholes, these guys. But a heart of gold in every last one of ‘em here…”
I introduced Sarah to Kate, and while they were chatting, I pulled Hunter aside.
“What’s up, Grizz?”
“Brushed up with some old friends of the Dragons in Louisiana,” I grunted. “They had a bone to pick with the club. Have you ever done business out there?”
“El Paso’s the furthest east we’ve come out,” Hunter told me. “And Talon hasn’t stepped foot even this far from Los Angeles. What’s the name?”
“Call themselves the Bayou Boys. They’re a disgrace to motorcycle clubs everywhere. Or were…”
“Name doesn’t ring a bell. Did you catch a name of their leader?”
“Kate named a guy. Gridlock.”
“Gridlock?” He shook his head. “No idea.”
“That’s frustrating,” I growled. “The amount of trouble those fuckers gave me, and I’ll never know what the hell we did to piss their leader off like that.”
“Our club began the Outlaws, Grizz,” Hunter threw an arm around me. “We’re bound to step on some toes here and there. You remember all the death threats I was getting for a while there…”
“Yeah. Had to ride out into the desert and knock some heads,” I remembered. “Put the fear of God into some of them.”
“Good times,” Hunter smiled with a hint of mischief. “And that’s just the ones we were aware of. Aw hell, Grizz, we probably brushed up against dozens of thugs and clubs out for our heads, and never knew it.”
“One of life’s great unsolved mysteries, then,” I concluded with disappointment.
“You know, I’m surprised that we haven’t caught any serious heat for the fuckers we’ve been up against these last few months… we’ve been lucky to fly under the radar with all this shit.”
“Funny story about that…” I started to reply, before Kate suddenly grabbed me by the arm and started tugging me away.
“You can play with your boys tomorrow, Grizz,” Kate loudly laughed. “But after everything we’ve been through the last few days… tonight, you’re mine.”
The club laughed knowingly while Hunter raised a glass our way, a delighted smirk on his face. Sarah held his arm.
“Have fun, kids…”
I led Kate down to my room in the back of the bar, hanging a sock on the doorknob like a goddamn college kid.
Turning back onto Kate, I instantly pushed her down into my bunk. My lover giggled as I descended upon her a flurry of kisses, ripping her clothes off and tossing them aside.
She tried to even the field, but I kept her wrists pinned down every time she tried. Soon, I had Kate bare and sprawled out beneath me, squirming and complaining that I “needed to get naked too” and that it wasn’t “fair.”
“Life’s not fair sometimes,” I chuckled, holding her down with my weight while I moved to kiss her lips.
“Sometimes not, no,” she kissed me back, arms around the back of my neck. “But life has a way of making up for it…”
I lowered my face, working my way down her body. I peppered a trail of kisses along her sternum, down her stomach, into her thighs…
Without a moment’s hesitation, I hiked her thighs up over my shoulders and pressed my lips into her warm pussy. Kate threw her head back and moaned, fingers clutching into my hair.
“Damn, Grizz… you’re not waiting up for anything, are you?”
“Been long enough,” I grunted. “Too tired to fuck you last night, too long of a drive to fuck you today…”
It was true. We’d pretty much fallen straight asleep when we’d gotten to a new motel on the other side of the Lousianna border, and we hit the road in the morni
ng without even bothering to stop for breakfast.
The long drive here had basically been totally nonstop, but we were here now and there wasn’t anything to stop us.
No vengeful ex-boyfriends…
No crazy chases through the night…
There was just Kate and myself, and the rest of the world could suck it – at least for this one night.
I flicked her clit with my tongue, my beard seeming to tickle her thighs as I tongue-fucked her. As she wriggled under me, he pushed a rugged finger into her wet pussy, fingering her just at the right spot while I sucked on her clit…
After what seemed like one mind-numbing orgasm later, she was pushing me onto my back and straddling me, unbuckling his belt impatiently.
“You’re too clothed,” she complained. “It’s been long enough…”
“Not arguing with that,” I smirked arrogantly, moving my hips to help remove her jeans.
But she didn’t bother tugging them completely off. Instead, she let them bind my shins together into some light bondage. Satisfied, she descended down between my thighs and slid her lips around my heavy cock, her eyes locked daringly onto mine.
“Oh God, Kate…”
Her tongue swirled around the red helmet of my cock, teasing me before she pushed her lips down, down, all the way down my hilt.
“Fuck…” I groaned huskily.
She drew back up, bobbing her head up and down my shaft, playing with my heavy balls in her cupped hand. She sucked me off for what felt like forever, and it felt fucking incredible.
I could have released my seed right then and there, but held my stamina and refused.
“You can get off into my mouth,” she cooed. “Grizz, you know I love the taste of your hot cum on my tongue…”
That did it.
I was not going to get off without her.
So, I tugged her up off of me, kicking off every last stitch of clothing on me before I tossed her palms up against the wall.
“Want it rough, huh?” She smirked.
“Don’t act like you don’t want it rough,” I growled, lining my cock up to her wet, ready slit. Without warning, I thrust a good few inches into her welcoming, velvety folds, feeling her tense up around me.