CHIEF_A Brikken Motorcycle Club Saga

by Debra Kayn

  They were protective of her, and despite them attending club parties and Ashley briefly going out with Olin, they'd made their opinion clear about her living with Chief.

  "God, we're like old ladies, sitting around on a Monday evening drinking coffee." Lindsay kicked off her shoes and put her feet under her. "Most women at twenty-four years old have a date."

  "On a Monday?" Ashley wrinkled her nose. "I doubt it. Besides, you're two years older than me, and I've never gone out on a date on a Monday. Work ruins everything."

  "Johanna's twenty-three, smack in the middle of us, and has been shacked up for four years." Lindsay raised her brows. "We're slacking in the romance department, sis. She'll be popping out babies soon and forcing us to babysit if we don't get our asses in gear and find us a man."

  "I don't think so." Johanna cupped the coffee mug in her hands.

  Ashley pulled the blanket off the back of the couch and covered her legs. "I thought you always wanted to have two kids. A boy and a girl. Did you change your mind?"

  She'd been in junior high when she came up with the idea that having two children would make the perfect family. Back then, she believed the natural order of the universe meant you got married, had sex, and babies came right away. As a young girl, she planned everything around Chief and thought he'd like having a daughter since he already had sons.

  "I haven't really thought about having kids lately." She sipped from the cup. "Chief has three grown sons. I doubt if he wants to start all over with babies. He's going to be fifty years old in a couple of months."

  "What if he did?" Lindsay waved her hand in the air. "What would you want first, a boy or girl?"

  "Girl," she said with no hesitation, still believing Chief would be a wonderful father to a daughter. "You?"

  "Boy first, then a girl. I always wanted an older brother to protect me." Lindsay stretched out her leg and nudged Ashley with her foot. "Little sisters are overrated."

  Ashley snorted. Johanna smiled. For as long as she'd known them, the sisters were best friends. They shared their friendship with her. She'd always wished for a sister. Chief's sons didn't count toward siblings because she'd come into their life later. But, growing up with her mom, getting shoved on other people and not knowing where she was going to wake up, it would've been easier if she would've had a sister to help her not feel so alone.

  She would've had someone to explain her mother's absences to her and why her mom had left and never returned. Finishing her coffee, she set the mug beside her on the floor.

  "Do you guys think I should've looked harder for my mom?" she asked before she could stop herself.

  Nene's comment the other night bothered her, but with Chief leaving and the tension around Skidd, she had forgotten to ask him what Nene meant when she mentioned Chief knew where her mother was located.

  "Whoa...your real mom? Where did that come from?" Lindsay asked.

  She shrugged. "All this talk about babies. I guess I was thinking of my mom and besides searching the internet for her name and coming up with nothing new, I never looked for her."

  "She never looked for you." Ashley stood from the couch and picked up everyone's mug. "Some people weren't meant to be mothers."

  "Or, meant to be married. Like our parents." Lindsay stretched her arms above her head. "We live in a dysfunctional world, so no I don't think you should've looked harder for your mom. You've got a new family and life. I hate to admit I was probably wrong about you and Chief together but over the last four years, I can see how much you love him. You're happy now that he's home, and if you're happy, I'm happy. That's all that matters. Everyone should have people who have their back and stick with you because they love you."

  She nodded. "True."

  Ashley returned from putting the cups in the kitchen. "Change of subject. Who is Olin dating?"

  "He's not." Johanna laughed and held up her hands. "I'm not lying. He hangs out with the women at the Brikken parties, that's all."

  "Gross." Ashley plopped down on the couch.

  Johanna sighed. "Don't waste your energy on him. He's too young and too wild, and you need someone ready to settle down."

  "He's got the bad boy attitude. While great for sex, you're right. He's an asshole." Ashley sighed. "I think I'll ask out my boss."

  "No." Lindsay sat up straighter. "That's a good way to get fired. If you don't have a job, we can't afford the apartment, and we'd end up moving back with mom."

  Ashley worked for Todd Baldwin, one of the lawyers in town and according to Tacoma Press, the city's most eligible bachelor.

  "Yeah, don't date anyone you work for." Johanna stretched her legs out in front of her and braced her hands behind her. "Trina, who used to work at the coffee house, put the moves on Mr. Brock and totally misread his signals."

  "What could she screw up? That he stared because her boobs are gigantic and he required her to wear a bikini top?" Ashley laughed until she snorted. "Shit, she probably thought I was flirting with her because I could never look away when I stopped in there. Those suckers have a life of their own."

  Lindsay threw the couch pillow at her sister. Johanna laughed because she'd had the same problem working with Trina and not gawking.

  "Her tip jar was always full, so she has that going for her," she said.

  A motorcycle roar came from outside. She pushed to her feet and walked over to the window, not expecting Chief home until early tomorrow morning. Unable to see the driveway, only a single headlight in the darkness, she stepped over and flipped on the outside light she'd forgotten to turn on.

  "Uh oh, looks like our night is cut short. Chief's home," said Lindsay.

  The way the motorcycle stopped and parked and the rider stayed on the bike told her it wasn't Chief coming home early. "It's not Chief."

  "Maybe it's Olin," said Ashley joining her at the window.

  "I don't know. It's too dark to see, and the headlight is shining right at the window." Johanna turned around. "Let me check my phone to see if anyone texted they were coming over...if I can find where I set it."

  "You left it in the kitchen." Lindsay joined her sister at the window.

  She hurried into the other room, grabbed her cell, and looked for any texts or missed calls as she walked back into the living room. "Nope, nothing on my phone. I don't know who is out there."

  "Let's go find out." Ashley grabbed her sweatshirt. "It's always cold outside your house."

  "It's because she lives in the trees and the sun has gone down." Lindsay gathered her hair behind her. "I have a coat in my car, just in case we sat out in the backyard tonight."

  Because of the unsettled dealings with Skidd, she'd promised Chief she'd stay inside. "If, whoever it is needs me, they can walk to the door. Everyone knows Chief is away."

  "What is Chief doing?" asked Ashley.

  She shrugged. "Club business or rally or some secret man-thing where they check out each other's motorcycles."

  "Fun," drawled Lindsay. "Here I was picturing them having a party and wild sex going on."

  "No, that's on Saturdays at the clubhouse." Johanna grinned. "Boom."

  They all laughed when two more headlights appeared, and the first rider turned around and tore out of the driveway. Used to having Brikken members stop at the house when Chief was in prison, she motioned the others to sit back down. "Anyone hungry?"

  "I'm dieting," said Ashley.

  Lindsay sat back on the couch. "I'm not hungry yet."

  She sat down in the chair when a knock had her standing again. Apparently, the bikers decided what they needed from her. She walked across the room and opened the door.

  Olin motioned her outside. She looked over her shoulder at the girls. "I'll be right back."

  She stepped out onto the porch in her socks and shut the door. "What's up?"

  "What was Skidd doing here?" Olin took out a cigarette and lit the end.

  Her heart raced, and she crossed her arms under her breasts at the onslaught of chills. "Was that him
parked in the driveway?"

  Olin nodded, blowing a stream of smoke into the air. "He rode off when we arrived — that's Greggy with me. We called into D-Con, who is a road away, and he's got a crew with him that are tracking Skidd down."

  "He only arrived a couple of minutes before you two pulled into the driveway." She bit her lip. "Your dad is going to freak."

  "He's already pissed." Olin looked out into the yard, peering into the darkness. "I called Chief, too. He wants us to stay here until he gets home, so it looks like you've got more company for the night."

  She put her hand on Olin's chest. "Wait. Ashley's inside."

  "At least I'll have entertainment while I'm here." The corner of his mouth tipped, and he waved Greggy over. "Do you have anything handy to eat? I didn't have a chance to grab some food before riding out."

  She opened the door and held out her arm. "Refrigerator is full. Help yourself."

  "Ashley can fix me something." Olin grinned and walked past her.

  She stood in the doorway, waiting for Greggy, and let him inside the house, then locked the door. Following the guys, she rolled her eyes at Lindsay because Ashley had already disappeared into the kitchen with Olin.

  It took Greggy five minutes before he manhandled Lindsay—a new conquest for her friend, which amused her. Johanna browned ground hamburger on the stove and wondered if she ever flirted with another man besides Chief.

  Men, her age, teased and jostled. Women laughed and touched. They all seemed transparent and sexual. As if they went into every hookup with an understanding that if they ended up having sex, the shared time would only last one night. The companionship they sought only covered the surface and never delved deeper than having a good time.

  All the flirting her and Chief had done was out in the open between them, and took years. She turned the overhead exhaust fan on. Her blunt intent toward him meant she wanted more than a make-out session, and she knew what she wanted, and it wasn't a one-night stand. Chief had two sides when he'd dealt with her.

  Ignore or owned.

  She smiled as she stirred the meat. Everything had changed when Chief decided to stop ignoring her.

  He demanded everything from her. From what caused her to get up every morning to what she thought of when she was alone. He was there during her childhood and knew what monumental occasions formed her adult needs.

  Parents raised their children to leave them. Chief raised her to keep and fulfill every emotional and physical need that she discovered she wanted.

  "I'm done with chopping the lettuce. Do you have a tomato?" asked Lindsay.

  She stepped over and opened the fridge, finding a tomato in the vegetable drawer. "Does everyone like onion on their tacos?"

  They all answered no at the same time.

  "God, you guys are pathetic." She laughed, knowing if Chief were here, she'd skip the onions, too. She sighed, destined to be the fifth wheel tonight, and concentrated on seasoning the meat.

  Olin's phone rang. Johanna turned off the burner and let the mixture set and found the tortillas in the cupboard.

  "Johanna...phone," said Olin.

  She wiped her hands off on the towel and took the cell. "Hello?"

  "You stay inside with Olin and Greggy," ordered Chief.

  She walked into the other room. "I love you, too."

  "I'm fucking serious."

  "I know, and I plan on staying in." She plopped down on the couch. "Are you on the way home?"

  "Not yet."

  "I'm making tacos for everyone. I'll save you some." When she received no reply, she said, "I don't like talking to you on the phone."

  She'd had four years of waiting for calls from prison, not saying what she wanted to say, and feeling despondent when the call disconnected. She wanted him in front of her, his beard in her hands, and his rough voice warming her ears.

  A gush of air came over the cell, and she warmed, knowing he was either amused or frustrated because he understood her statement. The last four years were hell for both of them trying to communicate on their weekly phone calls.

  "I gotta go."

  She swallowed. "Be careful and ride safely. Come home to me."

  "Always, bug."

  She disconnected the call and went into the kitchen, giving Olin his phone back. Easier to deal with his absence with others around, she fixed enough food to feed them all plus saved some for Chief for when he returned to her.

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Johanna's lily-white ass slipped out the back door. Chief followed her, carrying his pistol, and let the cool, early morning air soak away the tension from the long ride.

  A soft giggle and a splash came from the hot tub. He set the gun on the drink table beside the spa. He'd yet to go to bed.

  Johanna had stayed up all night and greeted him on arrival, and practically pushed Olin and Greggy out the door. Fifteen minutes in hot bubbling water would be enough to put her right to sleep and hopefully enough to soften the ache in his shoulders.

  "How many men in the world do you think walk around naked carrying a pistol?" She slowly lowered herself into the steaming water and pushed the button for the jets. "Not that it isn't sexy."

  "It's a necessity, bug," he said.

  He climbed into the water and stood, letting his legs get used to the heat. Her hand came over and stroked his lower stomach above his cock. He pushed her hand lower and wrapped her fingers around him, showing her the way to stroke him to hardness.

  Her breasts bobbed at the surface of the water. He reached down and caught her nipple between his thumb and finger, rolling the tight bud. His body already overheated from the water, he lowered himself until everything, but his head and shoulders were below the surface.

  "Jesus, how hot is the water?" He raised his arms and stretched them out on the sides of the hot tub.

  "One-hundred and four degrees." She moved to the middle and floated in front of him. "Have you never been in the hot tub?"

  "No." He ran his hand over his face, wiping the sweat from his eyes. "I bought it for Karla, the boys, and you."

  "I remember. I just thought maybe you'd..." Her bare shoulder raised out of the water. "I don't know. Used it."

  He'd never had sex with Karla after he'd moved Johanna in the house. She'd been at the age where she noticed everything. The boys, even being older than Johanna, never paid attention when he'd taken Karla into the bedroom. It was bad enough when Johanna had lived with Nene. She'd look at him when he walked out of the bedroom like he'd kicked a puppy. She hadn't even known about sex, but the sadness coming from her couldn't be ignored.

  He turned her in the water and brought her back on his lap, putting his arm around her, and cupped her breast to keep her from floating away. She laid her head back on his shoulder and let her feet float to the surface. Light as a feather in his arms, she relaxed. His mind went to the different ways he could have sex with her in the water.

  She reached down and held on to his thighs, keeping her ass pressed against his cock. "In a half hour, the sun will be up."

  "That's not the only thing that's coming up." He reached down and put his cock between her legs.

  She laughed softly. "Did that line work in the olden days?"

  He slapped her thigh but under the water, the contact was softened, and she wiggled.

  "Don't. I'm ticklish there." She squirmed, and the movement caressed his cock

  Giving her leg another squeeze, he caressed her thigh and slid his hand between her legs, his finger finding her clit. "You're not ticklish here."

  She reached up to put her hand in his beard. "Hm..."

  "You like being rubbed." He kissed the side of her neck.

  She reached down between her legs with her other hand and stroked the end of his cock. "So, do you," she said.

  Rubbing, sucking, fucking. If she gave it, he wanted it.

  Sweat dripped into his eyes. He'd boil to death if he stayed in the water much longer, but the last thing he wanted to do was move.
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  Johanna's breath hitched, and her breasts bobbed in front of him. He stretched out his legs, bracing himself on the seat across from him. The movement floated Johanna away from him, and he grabbed her hips, pulling her down. His cock stroked her.

  "I want to fuck you." He found her earlobe and bit the tender flesh. "Now."

  Her hands lowered and found his thighs again. "We don't have any condoms out here."

  "Don't need one, bug. I've worn one every single time after I got Karla pregnant with Thorn."

  She lifted her head. He brought her around, needing to see her face. Tired and aroused, she blinked at him lazily.

  "What if I get pregnant?" she asked. "We've never talked about that before."

  "Then, you have my kid." He hefted her to her feet and stood up in the water.

  The rush of cold air on his wet skin left his cock throbbing harder. He looked down at the water droplets hanging on her nipples and caught them on his finger. She leaned toward him, and he turned her around to face away from him.

  "Kneel on the high seat in the middle," he said.

  She turned and held on to the side of the hot tub, thrusting her ass in his direction. He ran his hand over the curve of her hip and between her legs, widening her knees. He groaned at the sight of the water lapping at her pussy, half-in-half-out of the water.

  He spanned his hands at her hips and lifted her while plunging into her sex, then lowered her back to her knees. His balls dunked in the water competing with the warmth of her pussy. No condom blocked him from owning her.

  "Jesus, that feels good." He held her in place letting the water bubble over them both.

  The tension from earlier—gone, replaced with aching pleasure. Johanna arched her neck, and her wet hair slapped his hands on her hips. He grabbed a handful and wound the strands around his fist, holding her in place in front of him.

  He pulled and thrust, pulled and thrust. Her soft bursts of breath as he pounded her filled the early morning over the hum of the hot tub jets. He forgot about the chill in the air, the rising sun, and the ride earlier where he found out no one in Komoon ratted him out and sent him to prison.