by Ryder Dane
Lloyd had very few scruples, he didn’t believe in God, he’d stopped believing in his Country, and the only thing that meant anything was that girl. “Alright, Wolfman wants you dead. He wants to start what he calls civil unrest.” He coughed and spit on the floor. “Don’t feel special, asshole, five others are doing the same thing I am in the southern clubs. All you motherfuckers are gonna fuckin’ die. That’s all I know, so kill me, or let me go.”
There was no way he would have carried out his threats, and he actually had no idea what Wolf did to his whores, rumors were plenty, but no one had actually told him anything, so whatever he told Lloyd, was a complete lie. No way would he harm an innocent, but the man in front of him didn’t know that.
Baron nodded his head. Leech was busy unscrewing the caps from camping fuel and sloshing some around, just a little, so the fire would have a chance to lick up the papers and barrels filled with used motor oil. Nine rat bikes and Lloyd’s scooter were lined up nearby. Lloyd began screaming names at the two men, but they went about their business. When it was time for them to leave, Leech came near the man that hoped for death. “Did you know they say the last thing that dies in a man is his brain? You are one lucky sumbitch, when you get to hell, you can tell the devil that you got a taste of his place already so throw your ass in the pit.”
He didn’t see which man tossed the roman candle into the middle of the room. He was too busy attempting to get loose from the ropes. His blood was still dripping down onto his prick and balls, and his last coherent thoughts were of his countless misdeeds over the years. Retribution and that bitch Karma had caught up to him. His screams of pain could be heard from outside where the two men stood watching the flames. Small explosions could be heard as the bikes, or cans of fuel, caught the attention of the hungry flames.
They waited close by to make sure the fire had done its job, before Leech made an anonymous call to the authorities before they mounted up and rode away.
The men drove to Baron’s place. It was already four in the morning, and both men needed to clean up before anyone saw them. They’d gone into the kitchen and started shucking their shirts, washing the taste of smoke from their throats with a beer.
Baron locked up and told Leech to shower in the weight room downstairs and take the first room in the hallway to sleep in. He went into the guest shower between the two empty rooms and soaped his body and hair twice before he was satisfied the smell and blood from his night’s work was washed down the drain. The clothes he and Leech had shed went into the washer along with the towels, he turned the dial on after he added a generous amount of soap to the load.
Chapter Fifteen
Amy woke to the feeling of a man’s beard tickling her thighs. She sat up and was immediately pushed back down. “Relax, Stretch, I need the taste of you and when I’ve had enough of your pussy in my mouth, I plan to fuck you until neither of us can fuckin’ twitch.” His fingers pulled the lips of her pussy back and he held them, pinching them while his teeth scraped and his tongue fucked her hole. He let go of the lips and it felt as if he was trying to eat through her flesh to get to the tender center. He bit, and shoved two fingers deep. “I’m gonna tear this cunt up, bitch. I love the taste of your pussy juice. Keep it coming.” Between his mouth, fingers, and words, she screamed as she came. Her feet were planted wide and he sat back to watch his fingers shoving in and pulling out of her tunnel. “I could stay like this for hours, the problem with that is, my cock is so fucking hard that if I don’t get it in now, you’re going to be wearing my cum all over your belly.” He moved in close, pulled her hips up, and shoved his cock deep.
Amy cried out again, he was so wide and stretched her vaginal tunnel to the point of pain. She wasn’t nearly wet enough for the kind of fucking he was doing, but she held onto his shoulders and took his rough use of her body and she loved every minute of it. She came again as his cock spewed sperm deep inside at the mouth of her cervix. “Yes, give me all of it, every inch. I need. Damn it, oh yeah, just like that.”
Baron was asleep before his cock softened enough to leave her body. She couldn’t believe it. He screwed her like a maniac and then fell asleep with his head on her breast, while he was still in a crouched position over her. She tried to push him to the side, but he was too heavy for her to budge. The solution to pinch his nose did the trick. His eyes opened, and she told him to move. He began to pump his hips half heartedly, and she shoved his shoulders. “No, you fool, I mean move off me, you’re too damn heavy to sleep on top of me.”
He nodded his head and began to lower it again until she grabbed a handful of his hair and shook his head a few times. “Get off me.” His big body fell sideways off her and onto the bed next to her. He immediately rolled onto his back and began to snore. She giggled and went to the bathroom to clean up a bit, so she could be comfortable while she slept the rest of the night with him by her side.
*****
They planned to pick up Gunner from the hospital in the afternoon, but Amy wanted to stop off at the grocery store and buy a few more items to take home with them. She had been living with Baron for two weeks now and visiting Gunner every day. She found out that he had a terrible sweet tooth and loved her chocolate chunk oatmeal cookies. He liked Heavy Metal, and some Country music. She shared her life story with him and he sympathized with her grandparents.
She kept him entertained with Melvin stories and her observations of life at the clubhouse. “Myrtle finally allowed Gomer to move back into her place. He had to promise to clean the toilet when he was finished. He caved. You should have seen the look on her face when he told her he wouldn’t expect her to clean up after his, and I am quoting Myrtle here, “filthy assed habits”. He has to shower at least every other day, and if he isn’t showered, he has to sleep in the basement. I think she loves him, but he has been on his own way too long. He is really catching hell from some of the guys, but he told Baron that they could rag on him all they want, he was the one taking Myrtle home, and he was the one sleeping in her bed.” She fell silent and Gunner asked her outright.
“Baron’s had you sleeping in his bed for the past two weeks, is it going to be a problem when I move in?”
It was the first time the subject had come up, and she wasn’t about to tell him in the hospital that Baron missed having his friend to double team their lover, there were times he would have her wear a butt plug or a dildo strapped into place while he enjoyed filling her with his prick. Even with Gunner home it would be strange, but she loved the two of them. One without the other was all right, but both made her inner slut want to come out and play with them. She leaned over to whisper into his ear.
“Ever since you woke up and looked at me with those sexy eyes, and smiled at me, showing those dimples, my body has been waiting for you to come home.” She squeaked when his hand grabbed the front of the shirt she was wearing and pulled her down to him so he could kiss her lips with promises of things to come.
She pushed the cart down the grocery aisle and ran into two of her former clients. They asked when she would be reopening her business, “Ninja is beginning to look like a ragamuffin, we have been waiting for you to open, but if you’re not going to anytime soon, I will have to take her into Sheridan. I have to drive two hours for her to be groomed.” The conversation depressed her. Ninja was a black toy poodle with a serious Fro hairdo. The little guy had won trophies and ribbons for the past three years, and his owner was understandably upset. She told Ninja’s owner that she would call just as soon as she knew where she would be re-locating the shop.
Baron met her at the truck, and he hefted the bags into the bed under the canvas snap on cover. They went straight to the hospital and sprung Gunner, who was debating with a female nurse about leaving the hospital in a wheelchair. When he saw neither of them would step in and defend his position, he gave in grudgingly.
Amy read and re-read the discharge papers so she would know exactly what the doctors wanted Gunner to do. He was going to chafe at the
no putting pressure on his leg, and she felt fortunate that he hadn’t complained when she told him that Baron and some of the boys “built a ramp for you to drive your wheelchair up and down.”
She’d helped Baron take the bed apart and place the mattress on top of the box springs on the floor so Gunner wouldn’t be isolated in a hospital bed by himself. He had to take the left side of the bed to avoid having his leg and shoulder bumped during the night, so there was a tilt table for him to look through magazines or eat a meal in bed if he didn’t feel like getting up. The TV remote was on the nightstand within easy reach, and she had set mason jars full of snacks on the table so he could satisfy his sweet tooth at will.
The first thing he wanted when they had him settled in his new motorized wheelchair was Amy. He’d driven to the dining room table and patted the shining wooden piece of furniture. “I want your ass right up here, legs spread and ready for me.” She rushed into the bathroom and took a quick shower before complying with his demand. His obvious need fueled hers and while she was still damp from her shower, dampness of a different kind was starting to leak from the folds of her pussy.
She sat on the table and swung her leg over his head to brace her foot on the table’s edge. He leaned in and inhaled her scent, closing his eyes and smiling when he caught the aroma of her arousal. His tongue slowly licked from the bottom of her slick slit, up to her clit. Her first orgasm was brought on with him tormenting her clit, the second was brought with his tongue and fingers. As she lay there gasping for breath, he backed his chair from the table and looked at her, “You taste as good as you look, but I need to know now, will you do what I tell you? Are you going to take what I dish out and be ready for more?
“I’m trying to use my brains here instead of my prick. If you’re not planning to invest yourself in this relationship, say something now. I figured out a few things about myself while I’ve been lying in that damn bed. Life is too fuckin’ short to try to change someone into what you want them to be. I’m looking for permanent. If you plan to leave, or only staying until I am healed, get the fuck out now. I don’t need or want a pity fuck. If you are staying, then crawl over here and suck my cock. If not then Baron will have to make up his mind what he wants to do about you. I might love you, but I’ll be damned if I’ll be strung along hoping you will come to care half as much for me as I do for you.”
Baron sat in the chair not saying a word. They’d already had this discussion last night, and she knew what was in his heart matched her feelings for him. Screaming, “I love you” at the top of her lungs, and whispering it again as she stared into his eyes after they’d made love. Well, that tended to be an icebreaker for just about any discussion.
She climbed down from the table and stood there, propping herself against it. She ignored her nudity and concentrated on what she wanted to say to this handsome asshole.
“If you wanted your cock sucked, all you had to do was ask. If you want a mindless whore, you are looking at the wrong woman, I can and will have an opinion. If we are making love, I love it when you two go all he-man Neanderthal on me, it makes me wet. I’m not built for the life of a fuck toy either. Not to mention, I like my spankings. If you get your head out of your ass long enough you’d remember how my body reacts to your hands.
“I plan to re-open my business because I’m not a user, and you two have work to do too. Baron and I talked last night about the three of us living and loving together. I need to tell you that if you’re just fucking with me, I swear I will do a lap dance on your damn grave. I happen to love you guys. Now unsnap your damn pants so I can get at your cock. If you haven’t scared him off. Maybe Baron could find a way to fuck me while I’m busy with your prick.” She went to her knees and began to crawl toward him, with her head up and a knowing smile on her lips.
The kiss of a leather strap on her ass made her pause for a second, she inhaled a deep breath and shivered. With each movement of her hips, she felt the kiss of leather stinging her ass cheeks and making them burn. When she got to Gunner, his thick cock was waiting for her and she used both hands to caress the hardened muscle encased in smooth satin. “May I?”
He nodded and she took the head of his cock, putting it to her pursed lips, slowly suctioning his flesh inside her warm wet mouth. He groaned, her eyes were looking up at his as he saw his cock disappear. He felt it when she adjusted her legs to spread them wide for Baron to enjoy at will. His hands fisted in her curls as he pushed her head further down. “That’s right, suck my cock, I love this mouth of yours.” Whatever Baron was doing at her other end must be making an impression, because the vibration of her moans went straight to his prick. Her mouth opened wider and his prick shoved deeper into the back of her throat as she screamed. He looked back to where Baron was and grinned when he saw that her little asshole was being stretched by Baron’s wide cock, his hands were nowhere in sight, but Gunner would bet they were playing with her juicy cunt. He felt the way his balls tightened and knew he was about to squirt his cum down her throat.
“I’m getting ready to come, and you’d better be ready to swallow every fuckin’ drop.” Her strangled answer made no sense, but he tightened his hold on her hair and emptied his load into her throat. Feeling her swallowing increased his pleasure, and he yelled her name as the last drops were sucked out of his prick. He had to lift her head from his cock to get her to stop. He rubbed her shoulders as she gasped, and finally screamed in her own pleasure just as Baron slammed deep for the last bit of friction as his orgasm erupted.
Later that night, she rode Gunner while Baron watched and commented about how hot the show they were putting on was. “I swear, that is so fuckin’ hot, seeing your cock slide inside that pussy.” He came close and she saw the thick prick being offered to her. She opened her mouth and gave him what he needed.
*****
Two Weeks Later…
Baron and Gunner were enjoying a beer and shooting the shit with the guys at the clubhouse. It was getting late, but it was Friday night, so they could crash there if they needed to. The brothers were enjoying watching the slut’s attentions, and a few of the club’s Bitches strutted around in little or nothing outfits. The music was thumping and Baron looked around the room. He was completely content now. They had publicly claimed Amy, given her the tag Stretch, and presented her with a cut with both men’s insignias on it.
The guys in the club loved her, especially since she had been making it a habit to cook dinners at the club on Friday nights. When the music stopped for a few minutes, and half of the lights in the room went out, Baron started to get up, intending to check the breaker panel.
Suddenly a bluesy thumping beat started up and Charm and Friendly were dancing on the miniscule stage. Peter Gabriel’s “Sledgehammer” blared from the speakers as Stretch strutted from between the two women. She was wearing their cut and a few scraps of string, with nothing else but the five inch heels on her over the knee black leather boots. She grabbed the stripper pole and worked it like the pro she was, then strutted to the music’s beat over to where her men sat.
She grinned at the looks they were sending her way. She knew she was cashing a check that her ass would be paying for later tonight, but that was part of the fun. She loved her life with her men.
Epilogue
War was sick of the shit happening around him. He had been reluctant to take the “honor” when he’d been tapped as a bodyguard for the National President of Lucifer’s Breed MC, and that reluctance had stayed with him ever since. Wolfgang had been leading the Breed for the past ten years, and when he caught wind that over half of the chapters were making it plain that they wanted new leadership, he visited the chapters, tapping their Presidents to be his guards. Without outright challenging the man, War couldn’t refuse the invitation.
He’d been here for close to six months and was fed up with the backstabbing political shit. Wolf already had his personal Van Guard. He and four other former chapter presidents were just there as window dressing, a w
ay for Wolf to keep a leash on the chapters they’d come from. He knew the same people that wanted Wolfman out would place him in the vacant seat, but until there was a new provable charge against the man, War couldn’t challenge him.
Combat was nothing new to him, he’d been a Marine from the day he turned eighteen years old until his older brother died and his mother begged him to come home. She had gone so far as to write to the Senator from the district they lived in and begged them to make him leave the service. He knew she was terrified that she would lose her only remaining child, but it was fucking embarrassing to have a General call him on the carpet for being selfish and causing his family so much anxiety that she’d written to the President of the United States, begging him to spare her only child’s life.
It was ironic that he’d gotten home in time to be with her to watch her suffer through chemotherapy, and two operations for cancer, before dying later that year. She had been the last of her direct line and so had his father. She made him promise to marry and have children on her deathbed. So far, he hadn’t found a female worth his time to lock down with, and right now he wasn’t in a position to do the daddy gig either.
Ferdinand and King Ben had been found with foaming mouths, where somehow, they’d swallowed drain cleaner. Now two more men had been found in the same way. These last men were part of Wolfman’s favorite inner circle of friends.