Speed

by Carson Mackenzie

  What the hell am I doing, I asked myself. My only answer, his damn eyes, the dark blue with gold speckled in their depths. That’s what I saw when we looked at each other across the room. His black short hair and those eyes, but oh, I could picture him with long locks, just enough to run my hands through. The man didn't even tell me his name, but I thought I heard the other two call him Speed. I know MCs and it makes me wonder how he’d earned that road name. I was ready to ask him when we entered the room, but before I could say anything he lowered me to my feet and his lips met mine. Holy hell, his lips were hard against mine as he devoured my mouth.

  By the time he ran his tongue across the seam of my lips, I was lost in him and opened my lips giving him just enough space to slip his tongue in, which he did, diving in full force.

  I thought I was prepared for what was going to happen when I showed up at the Black Hawk MC. New in town, sticking to what I know, how bad could that be, so when a couple of the girls I’d met invited me, I didn't hesitate to accept. Especially when the men from the club frequented the diner I worked at, not to mention a few of the women I’d met that worked at the strip club the MC owned.

  He literally had thrown me over his shoulder, and I had been momentarily caught off guard. Once my senses came back, I tried to make him put me down but of course all that did was lead to him smacking my ass, then his light rubbing had me wet and moaning. I’d only been with one man before, or boy, since I had been in high school when we’d slept together. Not that I was much older than eighteen, I’d only graduated that past year.

  Yep, pretty sure the man thought I was one of those women who got off coming to the clubs just to say she slept with a biker. Especially the way I’d reacted to his touch. Nope not me, but I didn’t think he would believe me if I told him it was something about him, how could I get him to understand when I couldn't explain it to myself other than at the first look into his eyes I was caught.

  Sure that wouldn't sound crazy at all. His lips left mine and began a trail down my neck, across my collarbone and back up the other side until he reached my earlobe, sucking it into his mouth. My eyes rolled back in my head and time to think was over.

  "Strip," he stated with a gruff voice.

  "What?" I swear at that point, he sucked my brain cells through my earlobe.

  "Strip, I can't wait to be deep in your pussy, so if you want to salvage your little skirt and thong you have on, now would be the time.”

  Screw it, let him think what he wanted, I stepped back, looked in his eyes and began removing my clothing one piece at a time. When the last piece of my clothing hit the floor, I stood before him naked and I should have felt exposed or nervous but the feelings didn’t come. His eyes started at my feet and as his eyes lifted, it was as if he physically touched me. I felt the warmth work its way up my body. He eyes met mine and I know I should have been scared by what was reflected in his—instead the desire sent a shiver of want to my core.

  “Goddamn, I was in a rush to be inside you, now looking at you naked makes me want to take my time and not leave any spot untasted or untouched.”

  I couldn’t talk, I only continued to stare at him.

  “Ah don’t worry, baby, you aren’t going to need to talk. With all the things I want to do to you, you’re only going to feel.” He stepped toward me, never breaking eye contact with me.

  I’d never felt like that. My first time had been in the park in the grass and the boy had lasted all of five minutes. And looking at this man, I could honestly say my first time was with a boy. ‘Cause by the promise that showed in this man’s eyes, I didn’t have to be experienced to know he would forever change the way I thought sex should be.

  I blinked first and in the millisecond it took, the control he was holding over his body snapped, and he was on me.

  Compared to him, I was so inexperienced, but inside me the fire from his touch, the heat in his lips as he kissed from my lips down to my chin, my neck, my collarbone, to settle on my breast, left me burning. And when he sucked, then bit down on my peaked nipple and his tongue laved the sting away, my pussy moistened and spasmed with the want of what he was offering me.

  I placed my hands on the sides of his t-shirt, untucking it from his pants, pushing it up, sliding my hands with it to get my first real feel of his warm and inviting skin. As my hands reached his nipples and my fingernails raked over each, he pulled away, the cool air of the room hitting my breast, instantly made me miss his warm mouth.

  His shirt was pulled over his head and tossed to the side and as his hands undid his pants, I got my first look at his cock as it was freed: long, thick with the veins noticeable from his arousal.

  The only thought I was able to process was, he is huge—everywhere.

  Then he engulfed me.

  Back was the man that had grabbed me out in the club. Hands roamed my body, lips trailed over every inch of my skin, coming back to capture my mouth. His tongue pushing in, exploring every crevice. All I could do was wrap my arms around him and hold on.

  The kiss broke and he reached to the side, grabbed a condom and pushed up onto his knees. I didn’t even see him place them on the bed in the first place, a sign my attention had been elsewhere.

  “First time goin’ to be hard and fast, darlin’, I’d say the next time might be slow but don’t count on it,” he said while ripping open one of the foil packets and rolling it down his length.

  “First time?” I’d only focused on those two words as he’d spoke to me.

  “Fuck yeah, been a while for me, so one time in that pretty pink pussy ain’t going to be enough.”

  I opened my mouth to respond as he leaned over me, one hand placed on the bed beside my head while the other lined his cock with my entrance. As the head made contact with my pussy a shiver of anticipation ran through me.

  “So wet and warm.” His eyes on mine as the head of his cock moved up and down, spreading the lips of my pussy, gathering the juices to allow him to slide in. I moved my hips up and down, following his movements, wanting him to take me.

  “Stop teasing,” I’d found my voice.

  His grin followed by the pressure at my opening had me grinning back at him. I was getting my way.

  “Ah, darlin’, you’re gonna get what that little pussy wants and then so—” His words cutoff as he pushed in and groaned. “Goddamn you’re tight, gonna blow before I get there.”

  He worked his cock in and out, sliding deeper with each thrust in till his pelvic bone hit my clit and I moaned, the nub hard and sensitive to the touch. He filled me and I stretched around him to just this side of pain. Holding still, his breathing picking up, and when I focused back on him, he was gritting his teeth, then I felt his body shake from the exertion he was putting forth not to move while I adjusted to his size, but I needed him to.

  “Can you move, please?” My words came out breathlessly. The sign he must have been waiting for because he pulled all the way out and slammed back in, picking up speed with each pump.

  My hips pushing up to meet his. Every push in, his pelvic rubbed against my clit, the slap of skin hitting skin and our breaths the only sound in the room until the hands holding some of his weight off me buckled and he pushed them under me, grabbing my shoulders with his hands, holding me in place while his hips sped up, then the sound of the headboard hitting the wall joined the noises in the room as he pounded into me.

  I felt the pressure build, the orgasm hitting me and racking my body so hard it stole my breath. He rode the tremors and when my body started to settle, he raised up, grabbed my hips, pulling me with him. Every thrust in, his cock bottomed out, one, two, three more and he collapsed back on me, pulling me tight into his body while he rode out his own release.

  The knock on the door made me jump as it opened and Tank stuck his head in.

  “You okay, heard moaning as I passed by. Thought I better check.” Great, the man comes back and now I go from dreaming at night, to daydreaming about him. Wonderful, and he didn’t
even remember my face.

  “Yeah, it was probably a yawn you heard. Tired.” Was as good an excuse as any.

  “Go home, we’re almost emptied out. We got this, boss lady. Get some sleep.” This was why my guys were great. I could leave and know the place would be in good hands and closed down right.

  “I think I will, thanks, Tank.”

  “Sure thing, Sami.” The door closed and I rose out of my chair, doing what I needed before heading home. If I worked hard not to think of the man, maybe, just maybe, I would be able to sleep without him entering my dreams.

  Then again, why should tonight be any different?

  Chapter Six

  Speed

  “Anyone wanna fill me in on what’s going on around here? Stroker hired a woman to manager Soft Tails and the club is legit? Next you’re gonna tell me we have fuckin’ tea parties at the club.” Not that having a woman run the club was wrong, it was more that I was caught off guard when I turned and saw her, using the grumpiness to cover the shock.

  Crusher leaned forward and placed his elbows on the table, “Well, you met Sami. Evidently when they started down the narrow and legal road, they thought the strip club needed a new look.” Before Crusher could go on Coast leaned in.

  “And cleaned up and out. Place was shit when I came through on leave couple years back. Strippers were using product, which I’m not against, but them girls were strung the fuck out, even on stage. As far as dipping your stick, hell, I didn’t even let them put their mouth on me. Fucking rubbers ain’t made of that thick of material. Even if it’s free pussy, there should be standards. Prez had had enough, sent Dad in to lay the law down on them, a little reminder that though not part of Black Hawk, they were working for the MC by dancing in our club.”

  “Damn.” It had to have been bad, most people didn’t like to get on the bad side of an MC, regardless of the circumstances. Clubs had permanently gotten rid of offenders who tried to muscle in on their area or push against them and interfere in their business.

  “Yeah, but to make it short, they pulled the club guys out of the positions in the strip club, hired Sami sometime last year, let her hire her workers. Speed, don’t let her size fool you, she cleaned out the dancers.” Crusher grinned and I couldn’t imagine why, club always handled their business.

  “What are you grinning about? I can’t believe they let her take over and let her clean it of its problems. That could have turned out bad—for everyone involved.” Worried I may have stayed away too long.

  “Asked the same shit when I got back right after she started working here. Prez liked to have taken my head off questioning him. Told me I could do what I wanted and question who the fuck I wanted after the spot was mine. But until then, I was to listen, not fucking be heard. After the ass chewing, we sat down and cracked open a couple beers, then he told me, he and the others did what they thought best placing Sami in total control of the strip club. Well, of course with the backing of the MC.” Crusher took a swig of his beer and continued.

  “What I know ain’t much, Sami and deputy pain in my ass moved here together. Sami worked at the diner and took classes over in Morrisville at the community college there. Got her degree in business and Stroker hired her to manage Soft Tail. Heard she started working and inside a week every stripper walked. Rock had been working and after his shift he’d swung by the clubhouse to let them know. She walked in that day carrying those urine cups from the clinic, sat them down on the table and told the girls they were being piss tested and it was mandatory, and to be fair, she told them to take the test, or take a walk. Their choice. Syn, Babs, and Candie were the only three to stay. Woman had replacements the next day, fresh and young college students who need cash for school. Then she told Stroker she wanted to hire her own guys to bounce, bartend, everything to do to with Soft Tail.” Crusher chuckled.

  “Well, at least Prez didn’t let her do that? Tank was at the door when we came in and Stem is behind the bar.” Black Hawk still held a presence in club.

  “She don’t know they’re club,” Jag laughed.

  “What?” No way the girl was that dense.

  Flirt turned from watching the stage, “Only time they can’t wear their cuts, had to apply like normal folks and when they are here, no cuts.” I chuckled because it was surreal that she didn’t have a clue.

  “No way does she not know her ass got played, seriously?” The brothers have been known to hand off bullshit.

  Coast leaned back in his chair, “She don’t hang around the club, only time she’s been there was the night you fucked her.”

  “Asshole, how much beer you drank, I just got back. I haven’t had time to fuck anybody. I don’t know the woman. Haven’t been here in almost five years.” Even as I said it I turned to look around for her, I needed a better look.

  “Umm…the day we buried your dad, man,” Crusher whispered, I felt all their eyes on me.

  “Kinda had a reason that day to let things go by without notice.” Devil nudged me.

  The table went quiet after Devil’s words and I was sure it was because Cutter’s death had entered our minds. Since my dad was never that far from my thoughts, my quietness was more to the fact of racking my memory for any reminder of the night with the little auburn haired woman. That time between the notification of Cutter’s death, then coming back to bury him was foggy on a good day, I’d just gone through the motions, so I supposed it wasn’t that big of a reach not to remember her, but for some reason not being able to remember bugged me, like I should recall everything about her.

  However, I’d fucked so many women from the time I’d been fifteen on, that faces blended together. I couldn’t even recall the nurse’s face who I’d nailed in the hospital after I got back to the States and had to have therapy for my leg. But I at least remembered doing her or her doing me since she did all the work. The thought had me shifting in my chair and reaching to rearrange my package, which of course my brothers didn’t miss.

  “Brother, you need to share what has that shit-eating grin on your face and you grabbing your dick.” When I focused back in, all eyes were on me. Hell, if I had to shift in my seat, I damn well was going to make them shift in theirs, assholes.

  “Just thinking about one of my therapy sessions for my leg.” I chuckled at the looks I received.

  “Goddamn, we didn’t even ask how your leg is? But I know that’s not what put the smirk on your face either.” Coast’s lifted brow was a ‘share motherfucker look’.

  “Leg’s fine, limp a little if I get tired or been on it too long, but it don’t slow me down none.” I picked my beer up and took a pull.

  “Okay, great news. Now, the sharing of the other, ‘cause I know that look and when put together with dick arranging, means it involves pussy, so spill, asshole.”

  We all laughed at Flirt’s get down to it attitude. “Just finished the workout on my leg and the exercises for my shoulder and showered off, placed the towel around my hips and entered the room where they give the deep tissue massages. The female nurse who was over that area came in, first time for her to work on me and not one of the others who worked under her. She went right at my thigh, pushing deep, working out the cramps that always follow the straining exercises the leg was already put through. I relaxed while her fingers pushed deep into my thigh but then she moved from my thigh to my dick, and then cupped my balls. I didn’t move, I just watched her so with her eyes on me, she stopped touching my dick and started unbuttoning the top part of her nurse’s getup, then the front snap of the bra released and big titties came busting out, she grabbed them, squeezed them hard and then pulled at her nipples.” I had my brothers’ full attention now.

  “She lifted my towel, leaned over the table, placed my cock right in the middle of those babies and pushed them tight, wrapping my dick right up with them. Neither of us said a word, I started fucking those titties but before I could blow my load, she pulled back and pulled a damn condom out of the pocket of her dress, which I should ha
ve known then it wasn’t her first time doing this, but not like I gave a shit.

  “Bitch climbed the table, straddled me and slammed down on my dick so hard I thought the table was going to break. Rode my ass to completion, patted my chest after she climbed off me and said “thanks, soldier”, then walked out. Best damn therapy session, ever.”

  “Sounds like she was just giving recovering soldiers a little moral support,” Jag chuckled.

  “Yeah, until two weeks later when one of the guy’s ex-girlfriend came to pick him up and walked in the room he was in and caught Nurse Do-You-Good riding him cowgirl style.”

  “Ah come on, did she lose her job over an ex-girlfriend? That’s fucked up.”

  “Jag, she wasn’t his ex until after the eight second ride.”

  Me and the brothers laughed, drank more, and caught up on what we’d done while apart. Nothing matched the bond we shared and I’d missed it.

  Chapter Seven

  Sami

  “Damn, girl, you look a little rough around the edges.” I stepped back as Carly walked through the door. It was seven in the morning on a Sunday, my off day. Her insistent knocking was what pulled me out of bed.

  “I closed last night, like I’ve closed every Saturday since I took over the management at Soft Tails. Why are you here this early anyway? Didn’t you say the other day that you were going to be off today too? Did I dream that shit or what?” I was being bitchy because I hadn’t crawled into bed until three a.m. The club closed at two a.m., by the time I got home, watched to make sure Sue got into her place next door, locked the house up, checked on Ally again, I’d fallen on my bed like a rock. It’d been a restless sleep too due to the invading dreams of one man.

  “I am off, thought I’d stop by, have coffee and breakfast with you and Spider, then maybe we could take her to the park or the movies. I even stopped and picked up donuts from Claire’s Bakery.” Carly sat the box down that I hadn’t even noticed she had carried in.