by Loren, Celia
"You must be Holt's new girl," Cara says with a grin. "Well, I say 'new' like there's been someone before you, which there hasn't. Jo, right?"
"That's right," Jo replies. Cara hooks her arm around Jo's and pulls her to the door. I step protectively after them and Wilkes lays his hand on my shoulder.
"She'll look after her," he says. I run my hand through my hair worriedly as we follow closely after them. The music rises as we step inside and are swallowed into the party's dark interior. I keep Jo and Cara in my sights as we walk toward the bar. They end up several feet down from us, where Cara's introducing her to the other old ladies.
Brette appears behind the bar, looking her usual sexy self. "Holy shit," she says, leaning toward me, "did you bring someone?"
"I did," I admit.
"She's cute," she says, eyeing Jo. "The usual?"
"Yeah, two," I reply. She quickly slides two double whiskeys over for Wilkes and me. I sip it as I keep one eye on Jo. "What's the temperature like around here?" I ask Wilkes.
"Some think you're putting your dick above the club, some think Fish is a psycho who deserves to go down," Wilkes replies, following my gaze. "So was she a good shot, or what?" he asks, referring to our time at the shooting range.
"Excellent," I grin smugly.
"I can't get Cara into it," he sighs. He takes a small bag of weed out of the inside pocket of his cut. "You want some of this?"
"Yeah, why not? I'm feeling a little on edge." We walk over to our women and I slip an arm around Jo's waist.
"We like her," Maribeth pipes up, giving me a wink. Jo smiles and tucks her head onto my chest.
"Well, sorry to steal her away. We're gonna head outside for a minute." I take Jo's hand and the four of us head through the lounge to the back door and outside. There's a fire going in the pit and chairs set in a haphazard circle around it. I drop into one of the large Adirondack ones and pull Jo onto my lap. She pulls her legs up and grabs my drink, taking a long sip, as Wilkes and Cara get comfortable next to us. Wilkes rolls a joint on the arm of his chair and I take a deep breath of the night air, tinged with the smoke from the fire.
"Oh, man, I haven't smoked since high school," Jo confesses. She runs her free hand over my cut, and I realize she hasn't seen it before. "You're all wearing these vests."
"We call them cuts," I tell her with a smile. "Brothers and their old ladies wear them, and prospects."
"Prospects?"
"Guys we're considering. Like a…like a trial membership. They have to do a lot of the grunt work 'til they prove themselves."
"You get a lotta respect as an old lady," Cara tells her, and I feel like she's working on my behalf. "Around town, or in the clubhouse, no one's going to mess with you, or think you're a sweet butt or something. They know you belong to a Hell Hounds brother."
"…And what's a sweet butt?" Jo asks, frowning.
"Oh, sorry, I've said too much," Cara says with a laugh as Wilkes and I share a grimace. "I think Holt's trying to ease you into the water gently and I just gave you a shove. Um, a sweet butt, sometimes you might hear 'em called house mouse, they're like the club's female groupies. Most of the women here without cuts, they're sweet butts. Fair game for any of the brothers. That's why Holt hasn't taken his eyes off you, so no one gets the wrong idea."
Well, that's part of the reason. I watch the wheels turning in Jo's head as Wilkes flicks on his lighter and sparks up the joint, giving it a long pull.
"So…you've slept with a lot of them, is what she's saying?" she finally asks, raising an eyebrow at me.
"I'll be honest with you, Jo," Wilkes breaks in. "Almost all. But none since he met you."
"You know, I thought you seemed like a slut when I met you," Jo says with a cool smile. Wilkes barks with laughter as he passes the joint to Cara.
"Hey, I never tried to hide the fact that I've been with lots of women," I point out warily, knowing she's got some insecurities about the fact that I've got more experience than her.
"It's just a little disconcerting to find out that they're all together in one place. Like some kind of weird sorority," she replies as Cara hands her the joint. She takes a small pull and holds it in as she passes it to me.
"I thought so too when I got with Wilkes here," Cara says. "But when you become an old lady, they're not gonna give you any shit. Oh, I mean if," she adds as I widen my eyes at her. "Oh, fuck. I've done it again. Gimme this." She takes Wilkes' whiskey and throws it back. Jo giggles and I feel her relax back against me. I take a hit off the joint and lean forward to hand it back to Wilkes. "It's safe for me to ask you what you do, at least, right Jo?"
"Yeah, that's safe," Jo replies. I look down at my fingers as I wait for her answer. We hadn't discussed her working with Evergreen after she found out about my being in an MC. Everything was so up in the air. "I work for Holt, in his landscaping company." I squeeze the side of her waist.
"Oh, that's how you met?"
"No, no, I was bartending at Billy's and he came in."
"Wait, Billy's? I wouldn't think you'd be caught dead in there, Holt," Cara says incredulously.
"A man's gotta eat," I reply, forcing a laugh.
"Holt a good boss?" Wilkes asks, changing the subject.
"Very good," she says, nudging me.
"Yeah, I don't know if you and me would be able to work together," Cara says, smiling at Wilkes.
"That's 'cause you would argue with me too much," he grunts amiably.
"No, 'cause you would order me around too much. Not that we really ever have to worry about it, unless I become interested in fixing cars overnight. I'm a manicurist," she tells Jo.
"How'd you two meet?" she asks, accepting the joint again and taking a hit.
"Wilkes rotated my tires for me," Cara replies.
"Yeah, and then I rotated her tires," Wilkes chimes in, wiggling his eyebrows. Jo coughs on the smoke as she laughs and I rub her back.
"I didn't exactly play hard to get," Cara admits. "Two months later, he gave me his cut," she adds, running her hands over the black leather laying over her chest.
"Two months?"
"Things tend to move pretty fast in this world, I think you'll find," Cara explains. "Everything's a little…more…than in the outside world."
I kiss Jo's neck softly and then tense as I glance up. Fish is making his way around the fire, working his way toward up. I take my whiskey back from Jo and throw back the rest of it.
"Come on, let's grab some more drinks," I say, standing up and hoisting her off my lap.
"We'll see you in there," Wilkes says, taking another hit as Cara waves to us.
I try not to seem like I'm hurrying as I lead Jo back inside, but I need to avoid her and Fish meeting. This night's gone well so far. Cara said a lot, maybe more than I planned, but Jo seems to have taken the new information in hand.
Chapter Nineteen
Jo
I take a deep breath as I feel the pot begin to take effect. I might've only had a couple hits, but for me, that's quite a lot. Add that to the substantial amount of Holt's whiskey I just drank, and my head is beginning to buzz.
Holt is quickly steering me back inside. Actually dragging me, more like. I giggle at his hurry as we weave in and out of groups of people in the lounge until we arrive back at the bar.
"Another double and a beer," Holt says to the busty woman working the bar. I smile fuzzily at her as she winks at me.
"Is she a sweet butt?" I ask him.
"Yep. Brette."
"And you and she have…"
"Yeah…" He looks down at me, awaiting my reaction. I don't know if it's my high or the fact that Cara just hinted that Holt's planning on giving me his cut, but I genuinely don't care.
"Thanks, Brette," I say to her as she slides the beer to me.
"No problem," she replies, and hurries away to help someone else.
"So, there's probably someone else you should meet."
"Uh-oh."
"It's not like that. I
just should introduce you to Bark. He's the club president."
"That's a big deal," I surmise from his tone.
"Now's as good a time as any," he says, and takes a sip of his whiskey as he leads me over to a dark corner of the lounge where a large, bearded man appears to be holding court. Several other brothers, in their cuts, are sitting around him, and a beautiful woman is whispering in his ear. He glances up as we approach.
"Bark, this is my girlfriend Jo," Holt says, his hand resting on the small of my back.
"Jo," Bark says with an apprising nod. "Meet Alyssa, my old lady."
I smile at the term for the first time. Alyssa is probably at least a decade younger than him. There's a bit of an awkward silence and I shift nervously. Am I supposed to be saying something? The brothers around us sip their beers calmly. Am I missing some aspect of the social protocol here?
"Love your top, honey," Alyssa finally says, and I hear a bit of a Southern twang to her voice.
"Oh, thanks," I reply.
"You let me know if you need anything," she continues. "I know Holt wouldn't bring around just anyone." She looks around at the group. "Shit, sorry about this welcome wagon. Guess they're even more shocked than me to see Holt with a girlfriend." Bark grunts a laugh and pulls Alyssa onto his lap.
"Glad to see Holt settling down," he finally says.
"I'll stop by before we leave," Holt says, and guides me away. I guess that was it. "Why don't I give you the grand tour?"
"Sure," I reply as he leads me away. "Oh, hey, there's Fish," I add as I wave at him. Even with a smile on his face, there's still something alarming about him. I don't want to judge anyone based on their appearance, but with his bulging eyes and pockmarked skin, it's easy to see where he gets his nickname from.
"Oh, yeah," Holt says. "Come on." He leads me past a door and gestures quickly to it before heading up a staircase. "That's the Cave. Only brothers allowed down there." I take another sip of my beer as we head upstairs. "A bunch of the brothers live up here," he says, pointing to the doors as we pass. My eyes widen at the moans coming from a door down the hall. Holt either doesn't hear or doesn’t seem fazed and we keep walking.
I stop in shock in front of the partly opened door. A brother I haven't met is in the middle of a threesome with a couple of girls that I assume are sweet butts. They're lying on a bare mattress and one of them is giving him a blow job, and he has his head buried in the other one's crotch. The cries of pleasure are mostly emanating from her. Holt's arm reaches in front of me to pull the door closed a bit more, shutting off my view.
"Sorry, I..." I stammer, looking up at him.
"Didn't mean for you to see that…"
I shrug, trying to figure out how I feel about what I just witnessed. I'm surprised to feel a little turned on. I feel Holt looking down at me and blush.
"I think you might fit in here a little better than I thought you would. Maybe I should have told you about all this earlier," he says with a grin, sliding his free arm around my back. I shiver as I press up against him.
"Well, don't get any ideas. I'm not willing to share you like that."
"I know," he murmurs, and leans down. I taste whiskey on his tongue as he works my lips open. I open my mouth wide to him, wanting to feel him inside me. As his hand slides down over my ass and pulls me against him, I break my mouth away.
"Is there…somewhere we could go?" I whisper. A smile slides across his lips. He glances around at the rooms on either side of us, then takes my hand. He leads us back down the hallway and down the stairs. As we near the bar he shoots back the rest of his whiskey and leaves his empty glass on a table before leading me back outside.
The party around the fire has kicked up a notch since we were out here. I don't see Wilkes and Cara, but they could be any of the couples that are wrapped around each other in the semi-darkness, their limbs intertwined and their faces buried in each other.
My head spins at the hedonism surrounding me, but I don't feel scared. I'm riding an unknown wave but I want to keep going, see where it takes me. And I know I'm safe with Holt by my side. He leads me around the fire as I glance around, wanting to drink in everything that's happening around me. He stops by a tree about twenty yards away from the main action, which is fine with me. I'm not ready to be as open as these other couples, and I'm not sure if I ever will be.
He pulls me against him and I toss my mostly empty beer bottle a few feet away as I'm wrapped up in his strong arms. I can feel how the weed is heightening and changing my senses as his hands work their way across my back. Every inch of skin that he touches with his fingers is tingling, even under my shirt. Soon I'm filled with a humming buzz that makes me want to skip any kind of foreplay and just rip his clothes right off, but it's clear he has other ideas.
He turns me around and buries his head in my neck. His hands unbutton my leather pants and I feel his fingers slide over the top of my panties as his other hands moves up under my shirt. I keep my eyes open, watching the orange glow of the fire illuminate the writhing limbs around it. I reach my arms up and wrap them around the back of his neck as he slips his hand under my bra. I gasp as his palm slides over my nipple and arch my ass against him, feeling his cock already hard and pressing into me.
I squirm as I feel his fingers slip under my panties and work their way down. As he slides his fingers over my clit I cry out and grab onto his neck to keep myself standing upright. He groans and bites my ear.
"You're mine. Tell me you're mine."
"Yes, yes, Holt," I breathe. "I'm yours. I'm yours."
His hand continues down and he thrusts two fingers inside me, pulling me up and toward him. His thumb moves to my clit and circles around as he roughly drives his hand into me.
"Oh my god, oh fuck," I swear as he tweaks my nipple and slides his tongue into my ear. He knows just how to work me over, bringing me to the edge so quickly. I'm shaking, pleasure coursing through me, but I want to return the favor. My hands slide down from his neck and to his belt. I open the buckle and pull down his zipper, tugging his fly open wide. I push down his boxers and his cock springs out, throbbing and ready.
As much as I want him to keep doing what he's doing with his hands, I pull away and sink to my knees on the cool grass. I take his dick in my hands and run my tongue softly from base to tip, then wrap my lips around him. He groans and digs his hands into my hair as I take him in until his tip hits the back wall of my throat. I move up and down his shaft slowly but using a lot of pressure with my lips. I know the slow pace will drive him crazy and feel him twisting my hair in his fingers in frustrated pleasure.
I pull my head back and circle his tip with my tongue, flicking it across the sensitive underside, and then pull his dick up and tuck my head under it and take his balls into my mouth. I can taste his sweat as I suck each one individually while I move my hand up and down his moist shaft. He groans and I move back up, taking his dick back in my mouth. I move one hand to his balls, circling them in my palm, while I follow my mouth up and down with my other. I can't find his whole length into my mouth, but using my hand helps me compensate. I can feel him thrusting his hips forward with my movements but trying to restrain himself, knowing I want to be in control while I'm on my knees.
"Oh, fuck, wait, stand up, stand up," he groans. I obey, standing up and wiping my mouth as he wraps his arms around me and kisses me deeply. "I want to come inside you," he whispers as he pulls back and guides me toward the tree, turning me around as we go. I feel his hands move down to my pants, still hanging unzipped on my hips, and gasp as he tugs them down to just over my knees. He runs his hand down my ass and over my slit from behind, swirling his finger inside me for a moment before pulling it out. "Bend over," he orders me, pressing down on the small of my back, "and brace yourself."
I bend over to almost a ninety degree angle and place my hands against the tree's broad trunk. Almost immediately, Holt's at my opening, and I cry out as he slams into me. I gasp for air as he pulls out and thrusts back
in hard. He's taking me more roughly than he ever has before. His hands grip my waist tightly, holding me in place as he drives in out, hitting my g-spot over and over again. I close my eyes and see stars behind my lids as pleasure overwhelms me. I let out a low moan and grit my teeth to try to hold my orgasm in until Holt is ready, too. I feel so completely wanton and dirty and just want more of him.
"Harder, harder," I beg him and hear him grunt behind me before he pulls me back against him as he drives his hips forward. I scream as his cock stretches me open and he fucks me harder than he ever has before. I can't hold back any longer and let myself go, crying out as I feel him release himself inside me.
My head collapses down in exhaustion as he strokes back and forth a couple more times. He pulls out and I feel suddenly empty. I use the tree to support myself as I move hand over hand to standing and then turn to lean back against it. I see Holt digging around in his pockets and he produces a tissue. He wipes himself off quickly and then hands it to me.
"You alright?" he asks, walking toward me and tilting his head to try to get a good view of my face in the darkness.
"More than," I reply. "Though I am already feeling a little sore," I add as I pull up my pants and button them.
"Sorry 'bout that," he says with a chuckle and tilts my face up with a finger under my chin. "I like seeing you here. With all my brothers."
"I like being here. It's not what I ever would have pictured for myself, but somehow I feel like I belong."
I see a childlike grin cross his face. A crash by the fire causes us both to jump and Holt turns away, frowning toward the light. Yells begin to crop up and someone's body goes flying.
"Shit," Holt mutters. "I'll be right back." He runs toward the melee, charging right into the middle of it as it threatens to get out of control. I strain my neck to look after him, trying to get a glimpse of him in the shifting light of the fire and the rapidly growing crowd.
"It's not safe for you out here." I start as I hear a voice behind me. Fish appears out of the darkness and takes me by the elbow. "Holt would kill me if anything happened to you. I'll take you somewhere quieter."