Outlaw's Obsession
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One by one, we watched the fuckers slink away. I was sorely tempted to lunge and give them one more parting shot. But I'd lit enough shit on fire for one day, and now were in full damage control.
“Round up all the brothers,” the Prez said. “Have them ready for church by evening. I've got a lot of fucking calls to make to the other charters. Gotta dial before Rip does it first.”
Brass and I sat at the bar with several other guys, waiting for everybody else. We nursed our shots, careful not to get totally fucking plastered. Old Southpaw was at the end of the bar, staring into his beer and shaking his head every so often. The bitter look on his face said he was way too old for this shit.
Roman sipped a big bottle of mud he slipped his whiskey into, some kinda black stout with a kick. I swore it'd be easier to get a horse drunk than the dude next to me.
“You should've come to us sooner about the girl,” the giant growled, giving me the evil eye. “The Prez could've put her up in a safe place.”
Damned annoying. He'd been filled in on all the gritty details since the blowout this morning.
“Look, I know the line's thin between my shit and club biz. But if you think anybody here wouldn't protect his girl before bringing the whole club into it, then you must've downed more of that mud than I thought.”
Roman looked at his bottle and scowled, adding another shot of Jack to the mix. “The line's fucking non-existent, brother. You know it.”
Brass laughed. I turned, wondering if my next words would get a fist to the face. What was one more blow after the Klamath assholes peppered my back with bruises?
“Yeah? What about that you and that Sally chick?” I narrowed my eyes, sucking more napalm down my throat. “Is that something you're gonna keep to yourself, or will the club wind up finding out she's a cartel mule or some shit in a couple months?”
Roman's bottle hit the counter just short of fracturing. “She's no threat to the club, motherfucker. She's nothing to me. We're finished. Don't even say her fucking name.”
Bullshit. I almost fucking called him on it too. The fires roaring in his eyes didn't say anything close to finished. I knew that look too – I'd seen it staring back at me in the mirror a thousand times 'til I'd finally had a piece of Christa.
Waking up today and washing my face, there was a different blaze in these eyes. I'd finally fucking had her, and now I wanted more. More everything. More of her hot little lips, more of those curves, more of her beautifully imperfect face tensing up and going rosy before she lost her mind on my cock.
Fuck. Just remembering last night got me hard as steel, and I had to look away from the bitter hulk next to me. Last thing I needed was my brain connecting arousal with our wall of an Enforcer or some shit. I'd never been into dick – not that there's anything wrong with that – but just thinking it meant I was gonna have to fuck my girl half a dozen times to bleach my brain.
“Rabid's right,” Brass said. “I know I've done my share of putting the club through the fucking wringer for my old lady and her little sis. Dammit, though, these complications are easily avoided if we can see 'em coming. If there's anything we need to know about the mystery chick, Roman, you'd better –“
“You saying I'm holding out on something, Veep?” Roman slid off the bench and stood, towering over us. Brass shook his head. “Cause if you are, you're full of shit. I'll tell you fucks one more time – Sally's nothing you need to worry about, and neither do I. She's history – over and done. You think I'll ever hold shit back from the club that's important, then you'd better find a new Sergeant-at-Arms. I don't play weasel. I aim direct.”
He got up and stomped away, shooting me one last dark look. Next to me, Brass shrugged.
“Guess we'll never get the real story outta him. I tried.”
I swung around and punched him in the arm. He hit me right back, and I laughed as the sting rolled up my shoulder.
“Leave the poor bastard alone. He's smarter than either of us – he knows there's easier ways to get pussy than pure hell.” I slammed another shot down my throat.
Brass raised his eyebrows. “Come the fuck on, brother. You're a sucker just like me. You've gotta know damned well there's a difference between easy pussy and pussy that belongs to a woman worth wearing your brand.”
“Yeah,” I said, trying not to give the boy too much credit. “I'm learning that the hard way. Good fucking thing it's been worth it.”
“And it only gets better when you make it official. Man the fuck up and go all in. If I hear the week's gone and that redhead's still not wearing your mark, I'm gonna laugh at your lazy ass.”
I pinched my jaw tight. Great, like I really needed another challenge on top of all this other shit.
On second thought, maybe it was exactly what I needed.
I told my baby I'd give her time to think about what I'd offered last night. But I was one impatient SOB.
Soon as I saw her, I'd follow up on the most important question of my life, right after I finished pumping my balls dry inside her velvet cunt. I'd never get sick of fucking her, and the only thing better would be taking her long and hard when I could actually call her my old lady in between thrusts.
Church was about what I expected. Blackjack spelled everything out, and more than a few brothers growled their discontent, pissed to realize there was more going on behind the scenes. They all understood the Prez's reasoning, even if they didn't like it.
We were staring down the barrel of a fucking shotgun.
The club was barely holding its line against the cartel with some help from our new friends in the Prairie Devils MC. Going to war with Rip's crew was a certainty, and it had the potential to fuck us over with their Mexican support, besides causing more discord in the national organization.
We were all tired and ready for drinks by the time it ended. The thirst for booze was just about the only thing that kept some guys from getting their fists bloody.
Suddenly, Blackjack jerked up from his chair and turned, ripping the huge Grizzlies MC banner off the wall.
Half the guys slouching in their chairs sat up. I blinked, watched the old Prez clamber onto the table, ignoring the hellfire in his bullet wound.
“You see these colors, brothers?” He pulled the flag open in his wide arms. “You'd fucking better. I want everybody in this room to peel their eyes open and take a good long look. This is what we're fighting for. I've served under this bear for thirty years. I was there when he was just a cub with half-inch fangs. I watched him grow into the big tough bastard we all know today. Like you, I helped tame him, get him back on track, when he started to go crazy. If anybody in this room thinks we've got a grizzly on our patch because we want to look like badasses, think the fuck again. The bear's the biggest and the baddest because he's free. King of the wilderness. Nobody fucks with a fifteen hundred pound giant with claws.
“He eats, sleeps, and fucks wherever and however he damned well pleases. Once upon a time, big grizzlies like this roamed California before they were hunted to extinction. Now, it's just us grizzlies on our bikes, keeping the dream alive. If any one of you is ready to give up and lay down because we've all been scorched, pick your ass up, and walk out the door right now. Roman will take your patch.
“This is our club. These are our colors. We live our lives like men, and we'll die like them too. You've got about forty eight hours to drink and fuck yourselves senseless before I decide how we're gonna hit the fucking traitors sitting over the border. Get your shit together, and never, ever forget what this patch means on your cuts. I want you to feel it when you're partying, loving, and even when you're drawing your last breath. This club's our home and this bear's our father. Make him proud.”
Brass held out a hand to the Prez, but he jumped down on his own, gracefully pinning the Grizzlies MC standard back in place. When the bear's face emerged on the field of black, my heart sputtered pure adrenaline.
The old man had accomplished his mission. He'd amped us up like a motherfucker
.
Prez picked up the bear claw and slapped it down on the wood, adjourning the meeting. We all hugged him on the way out. Some guys had tears in their eyes.
Me, I was coming apart. I was ready to kill and die for these colors, the only thing in the world that brought comfort and sense to my life besides the chick I was about to make my old lady.
“I want you out of the clubhouse tonight, son,” Blackjack growled into my ear when it was my turn to embrace him.
“Huh?”
“Go home. Get a hot meal in you. Then spend the rest of the evening with the woman who's helped you get into so much trouble.”
I smiled. “Gotcha, Prez. Thanks for reminding us what really matters.”
“I didn't do shit,” he snapped. “You boys all know what's right and worthy in your hearts.”
Christ, his eyes were bright. Blackjack had been the Enforcer under Fang, and he'd always led us through the toughest shit since I'd patched in. He always got crazy and motivated during a fight, but I never saw him look like this, not even when we wrecked Fang and put him in the President's seat.
They say that patch on his chest does strange things to a man. I believed it as I walked away, turning away from joining my brothers at the bar. A few steps later, I was outside, heading for the garage.
A couple prospects came running up. Lean, muscular guys in their early twenties, Beam and Stryker.
“Your woman's here,” Stryker said.
“We fixed her car up good. Free of charge,” Beam chimed in. “I know she's not officially tied to the club yet, but I figured you'd want it that way.”
I gave them brotherly slaps on the shoulders and pushed through them. Shit, I was about to head right out to my girl. I never expected to find her here.
It felt like a million years since morning, when I'd left her sleeping like an angel. She was leaning on the junker she drove, shiny new rubber wrapped around the tire Big Ed fucked up as his last evil act in this world.
It took me a second to process what she was wearing. Fucking shit. Forget the rubber wrapped around the wheel. I wanted her wrapped around my cock right this second, the best way in the world to burn off all the crazy, righteous energy Blackjack's speech jolted into me. She didn't know showing up in that was testing me like a missile ready for launch.
Skinny, tight jeans pulled her nice, full ass up, ripe for attention. A low cut tank top held her girls, and fuck if I didn't want to bury my face right in them.
Christ, did she even have a bra on underneath?
Jealousy and want shot through me, both wrestling for the upper hand. Thinking about those pissant prospects getting such a sweet view of her goods pissed me right off, but I couldn't stay mad if she'd dressed like that for me.
“Baby,” I greeted her, pulling her mouth to mine before she could say another word. “You look so fucking hot.”
Dammit, her lips were good. Tasting her was like biting into fresh strawberries doused in creamy sex. No, I'd never put that sugary girly stuff in my mouth, but I wanted to lick and suck and bite these lips all fucking day. They could taste like bubblegum and cherries for all I knew.
She flattened her hands on my chest, trying to push me away, when the kiss got to be too much. I wasn't done by half. I rocked into her, flattening her against the hood, bending over and clenching her thighs while my tongue probed deeper, dancing hers silly.
This kiss wasn't just a how-do-you-do. I made damned well sure it got the message across, a little omen of all the ways I'd fuck her later.
Fuck, fuck. What was this girl doing to my taste buds? How was she zapping every nerve like lightning at once?
Didn't have a damned clue, but I knew how to stop her. I'd slam myself to the hilt and shake her 'til I couldn't anymore. But only after I'd held her down and lapped her sweet pussy. I'd lick and suck and finger-fuck what she had 'til I felt her squirt in my fucking mouth.
“Rabid!” She called my name when I finally took my lips off hers. “Jesus. A girl needs to breathe, you know.”
No, I didn't. I was ready to move in for another kiss when she slid out underneath me, sneaky and fast like a cat.
“What's wrong, babe? Don't tell me you didn't just enjoy that as much as I did.”
Okay, maybe it was hard for me to believe anyone else could feel the shit I had screaming in my veins. I wanted to tear her tank top off right here and fuck her on top of the car, anything to satisfy the bloodhound howling in my pants.
She blushed. Those little marks on her face were almost invisible when she went all cherry. And I knew she could turn about three times brighter when she came on my dick.
“I figured this was the safest place to get the car fixed. I'm still trying to get over yesterday. Do your guys know what happened?” she asked, giving me a serious look.
“They know enough. The rest is all club business you don't need to worry about. You're safe. Nobody's gonna fuck with you again.” I reached for her, trying to get a hand around her waist.
Fuck if she didn't squirm away again. Damn it, one more time and I was gonna lunge, throw her to the ground, and have my way. Didn't give a shit if every other brother inside saw it. Wouldn't be the first time other guys watched me fuck. Plenty of brothers watched me when I left my door open, giving it to whores in the past.
Guess they wanted to learn a few new moves from a boss.
But shit, something about Christa turned me crazy fucking jealous. Maybe I wouldn't be able to fuck her at the clubhouse after all, not when I had the urge to beat any eyeballs out of their sockets for undressing her.
“Seriously? The other guys in Klamath won't come looking for their dead man? I met their President, Rip, more times than I ever wanted to. He's not the type to let go of a grudge.”
Shit. Using the old club business schtick wasn't gonna work on this spitfire. It was easy to forget she'd been deep in this world for some time, 'til she opened her mouth.
“Christa, baby, the main fuck that matters is in his grave. We both know that. You watched me put him there. He can't come back.”
“But the others...”
“Fuck 'em. They'll be dealt with. Me and my bros are part of the mother charter. That makes us the biggest dicks around. We'll wreck anyone and anything who tries to fuck with us, even if they're supposed to be our brothers. You understand that? I'd kill that fucker, Ed, in broad daylight a hundred times over if it'd make you feel better. You've got nothing to worry about. Read my fucking lips –
nothing.”
“I hope you're right.” She swallowed, surrendering to my grasp.
“I always am. I promised you Ed would die. Now, refresh my memory, what the hell happened?” She turned away, unused to having the truth thrown at her like this. Too bad. “Come on, baby girl. Lay it on me. What happened after I said the fucker was done?”
“You killed him,” she whispered.
“Damned straight. I'm gonna say it here and now, even though it's getting deep into club biz – soon, you won't have to worry about any of those fuckers above the Norcal border. Give it a week. Just trust me.”
“You've earned a little trust, I guess.” She winked. “Can't totally let my guard down. I've got to be careful with a man like you.”
“Yeah? Why the fuck's that?”
“Because if I open up and give you a little trust, you might take everything else.”
Fucking funny. I laughed. “Babe, I'm already rocking your whole damned world, and I'm about to do it some more tonight. Whatever you give me, I'm gonna keep it safe, and send it back to you as pure gold.”
She moved in for a kiss. About damned time. I pursed my lips, tongue hungry as hell. For some reason, she stopped less than an inch away, looking over my shoulder.
“Rabid? Who's that?”
I turned and my heart dove like a flying ace. There was Red beaming the evil eye, standing against the wall with a cig in her mouth, puffing on her own green jealousy. Fuck.
“Hold up. I'll be right back.”
“What're you doing here? You know I don't appreciate eavesdropping. I thought I drilled where we stand into your fucking skull the last time we –“
“Rabid, stop!” she snapped. “I'm sorry. I just wanted to see who exactly it is you're so much happier with than me. I had to see her.”
“Happier?” I nearly shook my head right off. “Red, your first mistake's comparing yourself to the woman I'm about to claim as my old lady. Your second fuck up's thinking I was gushing love instead of lust every time we fucked.”
Shit. I thought I could make it short, sweet, and get away without the waterworks. But they were lining her eyes. Tears trickled, smearing mascara down her face. If this crap kept up, she'd never get off me and move onto other things. No brother wanted to fuck a weepy whore.
“Drag your ass inside and have a drink. You've been around long enough to know when the brothers need a little privacy with each other or their women. You can take your smoke breaks somewhere else.”
She leaned forward, her little hands balled into fists. “I didn't see your name on this wall. Guess it doesn't have enough ugly pits and lines in it for your liking. You only like that beat up little slut because she doesn't have a backbone. She can't protect herself and sort out her own problems. What is it with you men? You throw away the beautiful things you take for granted every time some ugly hag looks at you with puppy eyes!”
Oh, fuck. She didn't really say that, and right in my girl's earshot too!?
I lunged, ready to grab the bitch by the hair and slam her against the wall. I'd drum her right outta the fucking club here and now, make her know with absolute certainty that she wasn't welcome here anymore with a poison tongue like that.
“Shit!” I swore. I barely caught the lacy red collar thing she wore around her neck and it tore off in my hand.
Red didn't stop. She went running back inside. My boots pounded pavement, and I was halfway up the steps, ready to break down the door, when I turned back and saw Christa looking at the ground.