Club Property: Adults Only Motorcycle Club Romance: Roadrunners MC

by Black, Selena

  It was the touch she needed to tip her over the edge, and her head cracked on the wall once more as her body went rigid. The tension grew for just a split second before it broke to an orgasm that lit up between her thighs. She let out a loud groan as writhing convulsions ravaged her body and left her wriggling around in delight on the floor of the shower. It was a struggle to catch her breath, and that wasn’t helped by the water streaming over her face when she turned it up to the cascade.

  The fire burned through her to make her pussy tighten around the stiff penetration of her fingers, and she held them deep as she rode the wave of ecstasy all the way up to the top. Her body arched away from the wall as her muscles stiffened in the final flourish of enjoyment before she collapsed down and tried to recover her senses. She forced herself to shuffle out from under the jets of water and sat trembling as she tried to catch her breath.

  “Good going, Carrie,” she berated herself. “That’s just what you need to forget all about Carl McCallister.”

  She remained sitting on the soaked floor of the cubicle until the power returned to her legs before hauling herself to her feet. Grabbing the bottle of shower cream, she quickly washed herself then switched off the water and got out of the shower.

  “Shit,” she cursed when she realized she didn’t have a towel to hand.

  She tried to shake off some of the water dripping down her naked body, but still left a wet trail across the floor when she walked through to her bedroom. When she got a towel from the wardrobe, she dried herself with it then wrapped it around her upper chest. She went to her bed to lie down afterwards and closed her eyes as she tried to relax. It proved impossible though as Darlene’s words relentlessly played on her mind.

  “It isn’t over,” she let out quietly then shook her head as another thought came to her. “It never even began.”

  Sitting up and dropping her feet to the floor, she got up and went to get a nightdress to wear. She then walked across to the desk with her tablet computer on it. Sitting on the chair, she swiped her finger across the screen to bring it to life and typed in the password to get started.

  “How do I go about finding someone?” she mused to herself.

  As it turned out, it wasn’t that difficult and she was amazed at the plethora of free websites she found that could be used to track down friends and family. Her teenage obsession with Carl meant she knew as much about him as anybody, and she began entering his details in the search engines of the websites. An hour later she’d found three instances of the same address for him in San Francisco. She knew it was where he was from originally, so that didn’t surprise her. She wrote the address down then sat at her desk staring at it. Her concern was that he might have moved on, but she tried to convince herself that what she was looking at was where she would find the man she couldn’t get out of her mind.

  “Are you going to do it?” she challenged herself.

  Answering yes to that question proved more difficult than she imagined, and she came up with plenty of reasons why it was foolish to go through with the idea playing out in her head. She went to bed to weigh up the pros and cons of actually making a trip to San Francisco and was still mulling it over when she fell asleep. It was the first thing on her mind when she woke up the following morning, and she gradually moved closer to making a decision as she prepared herself for another day at college.

  “I found out where he lives.”

  The expression on Darlene’s face showed that she didn’t remember the conversation of the evening before. That was hardly a surprise considering her half-closed eyes and pale skin.

  “What?” she asked in a croaky voice.

  Carrie couldn’t stop herself laughing.

  “How much did you drink last night after I left?”

  Darlene let out a groan as she put a hand to her forehead.

  “I’d tell you if I could remember,” she replied.

  She lifted the bottle of water in her hand to take a gulp and it was obvious she was fighting to rid herself of a serious hangover.

  “Come on, I’ll buy you a coffee at the refectory,” Carrie said. “You look like you could do with one.”

  Darlene just nodded her head and followed. When they got to the refectory, she dropped in the first empty seat she came to and watched as her friend walked across to the serving counter to buy the coffees.

  “There you go,” Carrie said. “Get that down your throat. It will make you feel better.”

  Darlene picked up the sweet, black coffee to drink some and let out a sigh. Her head was thumping and she pressed fingers on her temple as she willed the ache to go away. She shut her eyes for a few seconds before opening them again to look across the table.

  “This is going to be a long day,” she said.

  “That will teach you to go out and get drunk on a weekday,” Carrie teased.

  “Yeah, OK Miss Smarty Pants,” Darlene protested. “Just because you ran for it last night doesn’t mean you have to lecture those of us that succumbed to the lure of alcohol.”

  “That’s a very sweet way of saying you got completely out of your head,” Carrie joked.

  Darlene rolled her eyes.

  “Whatever,” she intoned in a droll voice. “What did you mean about finding out where someone lives?”

  “The man I told you about last night,” Carrie replied. “You do remember some of what went on, or is it all just an alcohol haze to you now?”

  Darlene closed her eyes for a second as her brow furrowed, but a smile then spread across her face to show that the memory of the conversation from the previous evening came to her.

  “Your teenage crush?” she queried.

  “Yes, my teenage crush,” Carrie answered. “I couldn’t get him out of my head when I came home last night and there are websites on the internet that can be used to track people down.”

  “You got an address for him?”

  Carrie nodded her head.

  “It only needed around an hour of searching for a few of the websites to come up with the same address in San Francisco.”

  “Nice,” Darlene said and her smile grew wider. “So, when do you leave?”

  “Should I do it?” Carrie asked.

  “Of course,” Darlene replied adamantly. “You’ll regret it if you don’t.”

  “What if he’s happily married?” Carrie let out.

  “What if he’s not?” Darlene countered immediately. “If you don’t do this, you’ll always be left wondering what might have been.”

  Carrie let out a sigh. She knew her friend was speaking the truth, and it just confirmed the conclusion she was coming to. Her idea of going to college to get on with her life wasn’t working like she planned, and the thought of Carl would always be niggling at the back of her mind. Going to San Francisco would end things one way or the other. If he was happily married or in a relationship, then she would know to get on with her life, and if he wasn’t then…

  There was no point in getting ahead of herself, but the decision was made. She sat chatting with Darlene as they finished their drinks then got up to set her plan in motion. There was no point in giving up on college altogether, considering she might need to return, and the story formed in her head as she walked along to see her student counselor. There was a nervousness to telling a lie, but it seemed the best option in the circumstances.

  “Morning, Carrie,” Mr. Johnson said when she walked in his room. “What can I do for you today?”

  “I have a bit of a problem.”

  “OK,” her counselor went on. “Have a seat and we’ll see what I can do to help.”

  Carrie moved across the room to sit opposite him at the desk.

  “I got a call from my mother last night,” she started. “My father has taken ill and won’t be able to work for a couple of weeks. Would it be possible for me to get some time off to go and help with the family business?”

  “Nothing serious, I hope,” Mr. Johnson said.

  “No, the doctor just told
him to take it easy for a couple of weeks and he’ll be fine,” Carrie replied. “It’s difficult for my mother to cope on her own and she needs someone to help that knows the business.”

  “It would just be for two weeks?” Mr. Johnson queried.

  Carrie nodded her head as she answered.

  “Yes.”

  “Then I don’t see a problem with it,” he said. “You’ll just need to catch up with the work when you return. I’ll pass on the message that you’ll miss classes for a couple of weeks.”

  “Thanks,” Carrie replied.

  She was amazed that the meeting was over so quickly, but wasn’t about to complain about it. Getting to her feet, she walked across to the door to leave the room. All she needed to hope now was that the college didn’t contact her parents, although she didn’t think they would. She intended to leave right away, so she walked to her dorm room to pack a bag with clothes and some of her other belongings. Afterwards, she made her way to the main exit and looked over her shoulder towards the building as she stepped through the gates.

  Whether she saw the place again would depend on what she found at the other end of her journey, and that was the thought on her mind as she walked to the nearby bus station. She bought a ticket for the next service leaving for San Francisco and walked to the stand to wait for its arrival. It surprised her that there were only a few people getting on, but it meant she got a couple of seats to herself and she got herself comfortable.

  “This is fucking nuts,” she let out under her breath as she stared out the window of the bus, but she wasn’t about to give up on her plan to visit Carl now.

  Her anticipation was already on the rise as the vehicle left the station and she settled down to a trip that might very well change her life for ever.

  Chapter 2

  “For fuck’s sake,” Carl ‘Crash’ McCallister complained in a loud voice and shook his head. “How many times do I have to tell you guys not to take your ride to another mechanic?”

  “What was I supposed to do?” Bobby protested and held out his arms. “I was stuck upstate and needed to get it fixed. Did you fucking expect me to push it here just because you freak out if anyone else touches our bikes?”

  “What’s wrong with giving me a call?” Crash went on. “That’s the whole point of me having a crash truck. I could have come to pick up the bike and brought it here.”

  “I was hundreds of miles away,” Bobby pointed out. “And I didn’t want to wait, so I just found someone that could do the work to get me on the move.”

  “Yeah, and look at the fucking botch job they made of it,” Crash said as he stared at the bike.

  “It got me here, didn’t it?” Bobby said.

  “With your bike almost fucked,” Crash pointed out. “If they did such a good job, why are you here now asking me to look at your ride?”

  “Are you going to check it over or not?” Bobby asked.

  “Of course I am,” Crash let out in an annoyed voice.

  There was nothing else he could do. He hated the thought of anyone other than him touching a Roadrunner vehicle and tried to drum it into the gang member’s heads that they needed to come to him if they wanted any maintenance or repair work carried out. Most of them did that, although there was always the odd dickhead or two that ignored him. One of his main jobs for the organization was keeping the vehicles running, and he would have travelled to pick up Bobby’s bike if the call had been made to ask him. That it hadn’t been annoyed him, but there was nothing he could do about it now.

  “Can you fix it?” Bobby asked.

  “Do bears shit in the woods?” Crash replied.

  “I’ll take that as a yes,” Bobby said and laughed.

  “Just leave it with me,” Crash told him. “I’ll get on to it straight away, so it should be ready for this evening.”

  “Good man,” Bobby said and walked to the door of the workshop then disappeared from view.

  Crash walked to the fridge in the corner of the room and opened it to get a beer.

  “Drinking on the job,” a voice said. “That’s not good.”

  The grin flashed across Crash’s face when he turned to see Andy ‘Six’ Carter walking towards him.

  “Do you want one?” he offered.

  “Sure,” Six replied.

  Crash got another bottle of beer from the fridge and opened it as Six got to him. He handed it over and they both enjoyed a drink of beer.

  “Are you busy?” Six asked.

  “That dickhead Bobby got his bike repaired upstate,” Crash replied. “It was a botch job, so I need to sort out the mess and get it running properly.”

  “How long will it take?” Six asked.

  Crash shrugged his shoulders.

  “I’ll probably be at it for a few hours I guess. Is there something you need me for?”

  “The boss wants us to carry out a job,” Six replied.

  “Doing what?” Crash asked.

  “Arms shipment,” Six replied. “I just need to go over the details with you and Patch to make sure we are ready for it.”

  “Sure. Do you need me right now?”

  “No,” Six went on. “The job isn’t for a couple of days yet, so just come and find me later on when you’ve finished your work. I just spoke to Patch and he will be here in a couple of hours too.”

  “OK,” Crash agreed.

  The pair of them stood making small talk as they drank, but Six was quick to leave the mechanic’s room when his beer was finished. Crash got on with stripping down the engine of Bobby’s motorcycle to find the problem and fix it before reassembling the machine. It took almost three hours to complete, and then he decided to take the bike for a spin to make sure that it was now in prefect working condition.

  “Another job well done?” the man of the parking lot gate joked when Crash got to it.

  “We’ll soon find out,” he replied.

  He throttled the engine when the gates opened and liked the sound of the roar he got. The bike shot forward when he accelerated, and in the next twenty minutes or so he put it through its paces in the streets around the Roadrunner building. Everything seemed fine with it, so he drove to the gates and showed his face to the CCTV camera on top of them. It got him inside and he saw the bike’s owner waiting when he returned to the workshop.

  “How’s it running now?” Bobby asked.

  “Perfectly, if I do say so myself,” Crash answered. “The next time you have a problem, come to me with it… even if you are upstate.”

  He got off the bike and tossed the keys to Bobby. His work for the day was finished, so he went to the small cubicle at the rear of the room to have a shower and change out of his overalls. He dried himself afterwards and put on his leathers before heading off to the recreation room in search of the man he now wanted to see. Six was playing pool with Patch, but the two of them gave up the table when Crash came in.

  “Let’s find somewhere private to talk,” Six said.

  They walked out to the hallway and moved along it to the room they normally used to discuss their jobs. There was no one inside it, so they locked themselves in and sat at the table.

  “So… this job is a weapons transport?” Crash said to get the discussion started.

  “Yup,” Six confirmed. “It’s a new client, so the boss wants someone experienced on the job and we drew the short straw.”

  “Shit,” Patch let out. “I fucking hate new jobs.”

  “Well, you’re just going to have to suck it up,” Six said with a grin.

  “Who is the client?” Crash asked.

  “An affiliate gang in Portland,” Six replied. “They’re called the Disciples.”

  “That’s a new one on me,” Crash went on. “The Portland Disciples.”

  “As far as I’ve been told, the boss has hooked in with them and agreed to supply them with weapons,” Six went on. “We’re giving them a discounted price for the help and support they can give us in Oregon.”

  “Do we really need
help there?” Patch asked.

  “The boss seems to thinks so, and some backup never hurt anyone,” Six went on. “Supplying them with weapons will be good business, and hopefully they will have connections in the state that we can take advantage of to extend our influence.”

  “The trip is across state lines to Portland then?” Crash queried.

  Six nodded his head and got a map from his pocket. For the next hour or so they went over the plans for the job until they were all familiar with it.