Sons of Mayhem 2: Blood and Whisky

by Nikki Pink

  Jase's voice was low and rich as he spoke, "What a day. But thank God I finally got you alone. I promised, right?"

  I nodded. In my lightheaded state and after the day I'd had I found myself becoming someone I'd never been before. Not a totally different me, but more confident, cocky. Seductive. "Oh yeah? What are you going to do to me?" Say it; say what you'll do to me.

  He stepped closer to me. His eyes smoldered as they bore into mine. "What do you want me to do to you?" He raised his eyebrows slightly. I wanted him so bad.

  He pulled his jacket off my body and tossed it on to the back of a chair. His hands wrapped around my waist, half touching the top of my shorts, and half resting against the bare skin of my midriff. I found myself speaking words I'd never heard myself say, "I want you to touch me."

  He rubbed his thumb gently across my stomach causing it to flutter and send shivers down my spine. His fingers slid down slightly, cupping my ass.

  "Like this?" he asked.

  More. More. Touch me more. Don't tease me. "And kiss me."

  Our eyes didn't waiver as he pushed his lips to mine and he kissed me properly for the second time. And it was just like the first. His plump lips molded to mine and he tasted of whisky and ginger. He tasted of heaven.

  Our bodies pressed closer together and his hands roamed up and down, caressing my back, hands slipping under my tight t-shirt and attempting to slide down the back of my shorts. But they were too tight. I hope I get shot at every day if it can end like this.

  I felt his hands reaching towards the front of my shorts, to undo them. Not this time. It's my turn.

  I pulled his hands away from my waist and lifted them to my shoulders. I broke away from his kiss and looked up at him for a moment. His eyes burned as I slid slowly to my knees, never breaking my gaze.

  He didn't stop me this time as I reached for his belt and undid it without looking. I let my hand brush against the front of his jeans and felt him hard and bulging underneath. Just the gentle touch of my hand was enough to cause him to moan.

  As I undid the buttons of his shorts I felt his boxers pushing out. His eyes didn't break contact with mine as I slowly licked my lips. My hands ran over his lower back, again admiring his hard body as I slipped them underneath his boxers.

  His breath quickened and he groaned again as I pulled his underwear down. My eyes flicked down momentarily as I watched his hard member spring back up, free, as it was released from his Calvins.

  I can't believe I'm acting like this. I can't believe I've never acted like this before. I parted my lips gently and let out a warm breath over his head. Wait for it.

  His hands slipped from my shoulders to my head. I could see the desperation in his eyes. You want to push my head on to you, don't you? Can you wait? Are you going to push my head down on to you anyway? I don't mind if you do.

  I breathed over him again, sensing him jump a little. Making sure my lips weren't dry with a final flick of my tongue I pressed into his firm buttocks with my nails and pushed my mouth forward on to him.

  "Ohhh fuck." Do you like that? As I stared up at him he closed his eyes as I wrapped my lips around his shaft and took him in my mouth. My gaze lowered as I watched him disappear between my lips.

  Slowly my mouth enveloped him, taking him as far down as I could. One of my hands strayed from his buttocks and gently clutched him underneath, rolling him around in my hand.

  "Oh God where did you learn to do that?" His rhetorical question went unanswered as I slid my mouth back up and then down again, running my tongue along and around him as I went. Where did I learn to do that? It certainly wasn't from being with Mark.

  On my knees in slutty clothes in front of the tattooed biker I felt more attractive, and more aroused than I'd ever felt. Sure I'd been hit on at parties, told I'm sexy by random creeps, but I'd never truly felt it, at least not like this.

  With his jeans around his ankles and his hard member in my mouth, moaning as I sucked him in my slutty little outfit I felt a power I'd never felt before. Power over a powerful man. At least for now.

  Jase slid his hands into my hair and began to move his hips. He let out quiet grunts as he began to thrust into my willing mouth. His fingers clenched together, pulling my hair, and I didn't mind a bit.

  I let out moans of my own as my biker lover began to control the situation. Show me what to do, Jase, show me how to please you. Last time I used you, this time you can use me.

  The faint music and desert sounds from outside faded away as I became consumed by desire, and I literally consumed him. All that was left was him, hot inside me as he moaned and thrust between my lips. Faster if you want. Harder if you want. Use me Jase. Use me my tattooed lover. My nails dug into his tight ass as he fucked my mouth faster and faster, his grip on my hair tight enough to cause pleasurable pain.

  "Oh fuck, oh fuck..." He's about to finish. I dug the nails of my right hand harder into his buttocks, feeling the rippling muscles underneath as he made his final few thrusts. I gently squeezed him as he held my head still by the hair, dominating and controlling me.

  He filled me with his hot, salty-sweet seed. There was no thought of spit or swallow; it was swallow or choke as he emptied himself in my willing mouth, held tight by his fistfuls of my hair. I swallowed desperately, greedily. Give it all to me Jase. I'll take it all for you.

  My head was held tight against his crotch as I ran my tongue around and over him, feeling the smoothness of the skin with my curious tongue.

  He seemed to awaken as if from a daze and released my hair, "Oh my God I'm sorry!"

  I languorously pulled my head up my eyes staring into his, as I slowly slid him out from between my lips. What's he got to be sorry about? "It's okay--" I began but I didn't get to finish my sentence.

  The door burst open and drunken Lucy stumbled in. I felt blood rush to my already flushed face as my arousal rapidly turned to embarrassment and anger. "Hey!" I yelled at her as I quickly got my feet, my hand furiously wiping at my mouth. Jase meanwhile was pulling up his jeans, but he didn't seem as desperately embarrassed as I did. He must be used to this.

  Lucy burst out laughing. "Sor-rry!" She raised her eyebrows at me and gave me a wink. I raised my hand to my chin and wiped away more saliva. I hope that's just saliva. How embarrassing!

  "Sorry about that Jase. But you've got a meeting to go to."

  Jase had his jeans pulled back up around his waist as he turned around to face the door and our rude interrupter. I could have sworn I saw a wistful look on Lucy's face as his tight ass was covered up again. "You ever hear of knocking?" He sounds kinda pissed.

  Lucy giggled. She's such an idiot sometimes. "I was going to knock, but I stumbled. I think there's a log or something out there--" There's no log. "--and I just fell right in!" A likely story. You wanted to catch us. You wanted to catch us fucking didn't you? Well not this time!

  CHAPTER NINE

  9:30pm Jase

  Jase sat to the left of Bigfella. Opposite him sat The Doctor, the senior Vice President. Around the table the other members of the leadership council sat. T-Bone, Bottle, Lonnie, Brodie and Eag. The mood was serious.

  Jase looked at Bigfella was the President of the club, and the oldest member there. He was also the most striking as he had waist length gray hair which was always braided. After welcoming everyone he got down to business. "Jase, do you have any idea why the Mexicans would be after you?"

  Jase sighed. "Not a clue. Nothing. There haven't been any S.O.M.E. problems with them. I've not been in any fights lately. I've not even spoken to any of them in weeks."

  "Anyone else? Any ideas?" Big Fella looked around the table expectantly and seemed a little surprised at who answered.

  "I might have an idea." It was The Doctor who spoke. In his current getup he looked every bit the biker badass, and his voice was firm and strong as he spoke, "I was reached out to last week. I wanted everyone to hear this. Sorry for not bringing up to you first Bigfella, but I think everyone should hea
r."

  Jase leaned back in his chair as he listened, curious as to where this was going. "Who reached out to you? About what?"

  "The Koreans." The room erupted in surprised gasps. The Koreans were into heavy shit and had not been friendly to the Sons in the past.

  Bigfella spoke again, "What the hell did they want?"

  "They want to do business. They have some product they want to move, and they want us to help move it. Through our security contacts and our regular networks." The Doctor looked directly at Jase as he spoke. Jase was in charge of the security company the club run. As they provided doormen for a number of clubs and bars, they also controlled the drugs there. Weed, pills, coke, mostly.

  Bigfella looked at the doctor, "Why'd they contact you?"

  The Doctor grinned, "One of their guys works at the hospital. They know we're not real friendly to them, so I guess they thought speaking to me in the hospital would avoid any surprises. Or chances of confrontation."

  Jase looked at the Doctor "So you told them to fuck off, right?"

  The other VP looked at Jase with a cold look. "I thought we should bring it to the table. And in light of today's events, I think that was a good idea. Don't you?"

  Jase saw Brodie catch Bigfella's eye and received a nod in return, allowing him to speak. "Call me a fuckin idiot if you like," he grinned good-naturedly as Bottle and Lonnie complied, "but what's the connection here?" A couple of the other members nodded, not understanding the link. "What the fuck does the Mexicans going after Jase have to do with the Koreans speaking to the Doctor?"

  Jase thought he had a pretty good idea what was going on. Sitting forward again Jase spoke, "I guess the Mexicans got wind of what was up, and they don't want us dealing with the Koreans. Right?"

  The Doctor nodded. "Yep that'd be my guess too. Approaching me in the hospital was stupid. Half the janitorial staff are Mexicans, and you know they all know each other. Everyone's someone's cousin twice-fucking-removed."

  "Or fucking someone's cousin," said Lonnie to mumbled laughter.

  "Of course," said Jase, "this just goes to show the Mexicans are fucking idiots. We're not going to have anything to do with the Koreans, right?"

  Jase's open question drew a couple of approving nods from the men seated around the table. Of course they weren't going to have anything to do with the Koreans.

  The Doctor spoke again, "Of course, dealing with them is far too risky. I mean, it's potentially a lot of money, but we're doing well enough on our own, right?"

  The nods of agreement were halfhearted. They weren't doing that great on their own. Jase felt several pairs of eyes looking at him. The security company was making a profit, but not that much. They weren't exactly living big these days. But then again, what the fuck did The Doctor, or Bottle, or even Bigfella bring to the table for that matter? Lonnie and Brodie had a thing going with some women; putting the party chicks to work as they called it, but that shit hadn't gotten all that far yet.

  "How much?" said the previously quiet man in the corner.

  The Doctor looked over, "Well Eag, let's just say they talked six figures. Big six figures." The room was filled with muttering as each of them figured out just precisely what that meant. It meant they'd be rich.

  Jase looked over at the Doctor, his voice was unimpressed as he asked, "And what exactly is it they want us to distribute? I'm assuming it's not pot, we already do that and it’s barely a five figure business a year. It ain't a six figure business a month."

  "Crystal meth." There was muttering around the table.

  Bigfella raised his voice, "We don't deal that shit! We've never dealt that shit, and we ain't gonna start now. Let's vote it!"

  Jase breathed a sigh of relief, glad Bigfella hadn't been swayed by the promise of more money than their club had ever seen. Bigfella had clearly seen the danger of further talk when that much money was on the table.

  He should have guessed of course. Bigfella hated heroin with a fiery passion, and there were certain other drugs he lumped in together with it -- crystal meth and crack were equally deserving of his ire.

  The Doctor spoke again, "Of course, you're right, I just felt the issue should be brought to the table. All in favor of doing business with the Koreans say 'aye.'"

  Only one man said 'Aye', and of course that man was Eag. Jase wasn't surprised, if there was one thing Eag loved it was pussy, and if there was one thing he loved even more than pussy it was money.

  "The motion is denied." Bigfella looked around the table. "All right. Go fuck some bitches and drink some fucking whiskey. Jase, Brodie, stay here a minute."

  Brodie sighed and caught Jase's eye. They both had things they'd rather be doing.

  "Sorry boys. Brodie, I want you to clear this shit up with the Mexicans. Let them know we ain't doing shit with the Koreans. End this before it begins."

  Brodie nodded. Jase could see the pride in Brodie's eyes. He'd only been brought up to the leadership council a month before, and this was the first time he'd been given a direct order from Bigfella on serious club business. "I'll get on it first thing boss."

  Bigfella sighed. "Sorry Brodie. I want you to get out there tonight."

  Jase saw Brodie look crestfallen. He knew exactly what Brodie wanted to be doing tonight. Or who, anyway. But of course he didn't, couldn't, complain. "Sure thing."

  "Alright. Get with you."

  Brodie pushed his chair back. "Later," he said to Jase and they bumped their fists together. "Keep Juicy warm for me?"

  Jase laughed. "Uh-uh. That dirty girl's all yours brother. I'm stickin' with the sweetness."

  "That what you calling her?"

  "Maybe I am." Jase realized he quite liked the nickname. He'd have to start using it on Nicole.

  When Brodie had left and closed the door, Bigfella turned to face Jase.

  "Son, I don't think I like this."

  Jase didn't like the sound of where this was going.

  CHAPTER TEN

  9:40 Nicole

  I sat next to my roommate, still pissed off. "You're a real bitch sometimes, you know that?"

  Lucy giggled. "Sorry hon. I just wanted to see it for my own eyes."

  "See what?" What the hell.

  "You know. Good girl Nicole getting down and dirty with a bad boy biker." She giggled again. She's weird.

  I let out a laugh. "Well I guess you missed out."

  Lucy raised her eyebrows at me and leaned in. "Did he taste good?"

  I smacked her on the arm and giggled. "Lucy!" What is wrong with that girl! She was funny though. She knew how to make me feel embarrassed in a second.

  She wasn't done teasing me yet though. She leaned in and whispered in my ear, "Let me have a taste." Again, what the hell? I turned to look at her, not comprehending, until she pressed her lips against mine and ran her tongue across.

  "Oh yeah!" A pledge with long greasy red hair leaned in. "Don't stop."

  I pulled my head back sharply. "What the hell Lucy!"

  “Umm umm. Your biker bad boy tastes almost as good as mine.”

  I gave her a sharp look. She could be so annoying sometimes. "Hey BK, get me a beer, please?"

  "Sure thing." A bottle appeared in front of me and I sipped it sullenly.

  Lucy ordered one of her own. "Sorry Nicole, I was just trying to have a little fun."

  I sighed. "I know. But just..." I paused to think. "...just chill out a bit, would you? I'm not as wild as you." I'm not, am I? Today's been a weird day.

  Lucy grinned, pleased that my mood had lightened again. "Anyway, you looked pretty wild in Jase's trailer. I saw you, on your knees with your hands all over his ass."

  I let out another embarrassed laugh, "Can we please talk about something else now?" I guess I did look pretty wild.

  It looked like Lucy was about to say something when the red headed asshole made a reappearance. Rage surged through me as the asshole grabbed Lucy and me by the hair, and tried to shove our mouths together again. "Less talking, more kissin
g sluts."

  We both resisted but our heads were being pressed inexorably closer together. Fucking asshole! In a rage I lashed out with my elbow and somehow caught him at the top of his stomach.

  The asshole let out an 'Oof' as we were both able to free ourselves from his grip.

  "Fuck you!" said Lucy as she span her barstool to face him and gave him a powerful kick in the stomach with her fuck-you boot.

  I don't know what came over me as I joined her. The pledge was now doubled over and his head was at the perfect height for my boot. With a flex of my knee I sent it flying into his face. Take that you fucking fuck. Fuck you asshole.

  "Is this prick bothering you?" It was The Doctor. He'd reappeared from the meeting room. Without waiting for a response he grabbed the pledge by the hair and marched off with him.

  Lucy looked at me wide-eyed. "I didn't think you had it in you!"

  I just grinned. Adrenaline was pouring through me. Neither did I, Lucy, neither did I.

  I picked up my bottle of beer again and raised it to my lips, taking another sip, proud of myself, if still a little shaken.

  Lucy clinked her bottle against mine. "You are now a genuine badass Nicole. Now are you ready to get initiated?"

  Fuck. Initiated? I forgot about that.

  Luckily I didn't have to think about that just yet as I saw my savior walking towards us.

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  9:40 Jase

  Jase looked at Bigfella. "What's up Bigfella?"

  He sighed. "I don't know Jase, I don't-fuckin-know. But something ain't right."

  Jase sighed. He agreed. He wasn't sure why exactly, but he could feel it too. "What do you think is going on?"

  "This shit with the Mexicans. It doesn't make fucking sense. Why the fuck would they target you in particular? You said you haven't even spoken to them in weeks."

  Jase nodded. "Yeah. It's weird. I guess just because I'm a VP or something?"

  "Then why not The Doctor?"

  Jase thought for a moment before replying. "Well I guess he's higher profile, right? A fuckin' doctor at the hospital getting whacked would be major news. A fucking bouncer like me? Who'd give a shit, apart from the club."