by H. J. Bellus
“I’m fucking hungry. I’m fucking pissed you had to wait til noon for food. I’m beyond livid that Digger didn’t put a stop to it.”
I push Grizz down on his back and climb up on his chest.
“I think my big bad biker boy is having a temper tantrum,” I taunt.
He replies with a sly grin, “I think my bitch is trying to piss me off even more.”
I slap his chest, sit up on him, and try to play pissed off, but it’s hard as hell when Mr. Sexpot is grinning up at me. In one swift movement, Grizz has me pinned down underneath him and is entering me again.
“I’m getting good at this love making thing,” he says with a wink.
“Mmmm, I think you need more practice. Lots more,” I moan.
***
Grizz lets me shower solo, his reasoning being he can’t keep his hands off me and he wants his cock covered in my juices for the rest of the day. The man is completely barbaric. I’d hate to see anyone fuck with him or something he loves. Deep down, I really don’t believe he possesses the self-control not to kill.
Grizz called the club to get the prospect here ASAP with food. I also begged him to threaten to kill someone for some decent clothes for me. I’ve run out of boxers, tired of the one pencil skirt I own, and never want to see a pair of scrubs again. The closet in my room has a bunch of clothes. The other day when I looked, I noticed they must have belonged to a grandma, and bingo, I was right after the story Grizz told me. Maybe, just maybe, wearing his grandma’s clothes will motivate his ass to get me some new ones.
I hear Grizz talking on the phone out in the living room. Whoever is on the other end is getting their ass chewed for not having food here. While I listen, the asshole doesn’t mention one thing about clothes. His only worry is food.
“Grizz, clothes,” I yell from the room.
He keeps talking about food.
“Grizz, clothes,” I yell again.
And he keeps giving specific instructions about food and exactly what he wants.
Marching out into the living room wrapped in my towel, I scream, “Grizz, clothes.”
He just chuckles, threatens the person on the phone, and hangs up.
“Food will be here in fifteen. You want popcorn until then or do you need some protein or shit like that?”
Did he really just brush off all concern of clothes, and offer me food?
“You asshole, I need clothes.”
Grizz throws a bag of popcorn in the microwave and leans back on the counter while it cooks.
“No, you don’t,” he replies with one eyebrow raised.
“Yes, I do.”
Grizz grabs me by the arm, pulls me close, and rips the towel from my body. “In fact, you don’t. You need to walk around like this all day long. Actually, I think I’m going to eat my popcorn off you right now.”
“No, you’re not. You’re going to get your stubborn ass right back on that phone and get me some fucking clothes.”
“No, I’m going to eat popcorn.”
“God damn it, you make it real fucking hard to like you sometimes,” I spit out, and wheel around for my room.
Grizz doesn’t miss the chance to slap my ass and enjoy a good belly laugh at my temper. I’d love to slam the door to my bedroom to properly punctuate my pissed off temper, but the door is still missing from last night, so instead I flop down on the bed and pout. Choices. Scrubs or uncomfortable itchy work skirt. I let out a loud yell of anger, and that’s when a flash of blue peeking from the closet catches my attention. Grandma clothes, nothing like grandma clothes to help a horny biker think straight.
I find the perfect pair of blue velour sweat pants and a matching sweatshirt. The pants are plenty baggy, but super comfy. I pull up my hair up in a messy bun, strutting my way out to the living room. Grizz is sprawled on the couch, sipping a beer watching TV. It takes him only a minute to fully see me dressed before him.
“What in the fuck are you wearing?”
“Found it in the closet. Nice to have something to finally wear.”
“Jesus Christ, Piper, my dick just shriveled up into my intestines.”
“You don’t want me, baby?” I ask innocently.
“No, Piper, I have a headache.”
“C’mon, you think I’m sexy.”
“Piper, I really have a headache and you’re kinda making me sick to my stomach. I think I need to go take a dump after seeing you in that outfit.”
“Clothes. I want clothes, Grizz. And body wash, and hair dye, and some candy. That’s all I fucking want. So, take your headache and shove it up your ass.”
“Take them off now.”
“No.”
“Take the fuckers off now.”
“No, get me clothes.”
Grizz flies off the couch, throws me over his shoulder, and heads for the door. Mentally, I chant a celebratory cheer. Piper, one; Grizz, zero. He swings open the door to his black truck and throws me in like a sack of spuds.
Slamming the door, Grizz lays into me. “You fucking drive me insane, Piper Jones. I’ll go buy you some clothes. You will keep your ass in this fucking truck. Do you hear me? You can’t be spotted by anyone.”
“Deal.”
“Piper, quit fucking smiling before I kick your ass.”
I try to tone down my victory smile to a somber neutral one, but find it nearly impossible to do. Grizz grabs my leg and slides me over next to him.
“Thank you,” I whisper, kissing his cheek.
“Quit being a kiss ass,” he grumbles back.
“I’m so freaking ass excited for some new clothes.”
Grizz pulls into the parking lot of a Family Dollar.
“Where are we?”
“Shut the fuck up, Pipe.”
“Damn, you’re so romantic.”
“Stay here. I’ll be back.”
“Get me bubble gum, too.”
Grizz rolls his eyes, slams his door, and struts into the small store. I can’t imagine the reaction of the workers when they see the huge giant clad in his leathers. My excitement is so overwhelming I forgot to tell him what to get. Time shall tell if he has any sense of fashion or woman sense.
Wasting no time, he returns to the truck in a matter of minutes and throws several bags in my lap.
“Jesus, Grizz, you could have been the champion of Supermarket Sweep with your pacing.”
Grizz faces me. “Did any bikes go by? Anyone try to talk to you?”
“Calm your tits, Grizz, no one even saw me,” I mindlessly reply as I dig through the bags.
“Piper, this is serious shit. If those blue pants didn’t make me want to stick my dick in a meat grinder we wouldn’t be here.”
“O to the M to the G, Grizz, yoga pants, shorts, tank tops, panties, candy, gum and hair color. I fucking love you. One day you will make someone a fine piece of ass, Grizzy boy.”
I instantly pop a piece of bubble gum in my mouth and squeal in delight. Oh, the simple things I’ve dearly missed. The things you take for granted are the most haunting when you lose your freedom.
“I’m getting a fucking pizza.”
“Get your fucking pizza. I’m changing clothes.”
I rip down my blue pants while I dig around for a cute pair of cheetah print yoga pants Grizz bought me. Finding them, I try to tear the tag off but the plastic cord is way too thick to rip off.
“Grizz, help. Tear this off, please.”
I toss him the pants and dig for a new tank. I find the perfect purple one, rip off the blue sweatshirt, and throw on the new one.
“This feels so good, Grizz. Fuck me sideways, who woulda thought this would feel so great?”
I turn to face Grizz, who is blankly staring at me, or rather my crotch, with his mouth wide open and the tag still attached to the pants. I use my hand to force his jaw closed, and then grab my pants from him. Using my teeth, I rip the tag off. The thick cord leaves behind a dull ache in my teeth, but it’s totally worth it.
“Do you really
need to wear those pants right now?” Grizz asks.
I raise an eyebrow at him. “Yes, I do.”
“Please ride in your panties with me.”
“You are such a pig. Get your pizza.”
I throw my pants to the side, and continue to dig through the bag of my new treasures. The man really deserves a couple blowjobs for this. Grizz orders his pizza in a drive-thru, I might add, he pays, and cranks up some butt rock playing on the radio while we wait for the pizza.
***
Grizz
“HOLY SHIT!” Piper screams at the top of her lungs.
I grab my knife from my side, readying myself for the immediate danger.
“What the hell, Piper?” I ask, turning down the radio.
“You got me soap. Not just soap, but the girly flowery smelling soap. Holy fuck! I am so excited.”
“Don’t fucking scream like that again. I thought you were dying or someone was trying to kill us.”
Piper jumps up into my lap, straddling me with her ass leaning up against the steering wheel. The horn goes off a couple of times before I position her in the perfect spot.
“Will you take a bath with me in girly soap?”
“You’ve got to be shitting me, right?”
“Please,” she pleads.
This fucking girl gets her way with me every time. I like to act all motherfucking tough and brutal towards her, but she has no clue how much of it is all an act. And it fucking scares me how easily she controls everything about me. It’s getting harder and harder to walk away from her when orders come in from Mayor.
“Here you go,” a friendly voice interrupts us.
I grab the pizza box and fling it to the seat, pull forward, and make a deal with the devil herself.
“Listen, I’ll take a bath with you with a smidge of girly shit in it if you lick cheese and pepperoni off my cock.”
Without thinking, she blurts out, “Deal. I always love a little sausage on my pizza.”
We drive quietly back to my cabin, me concentrating on the road, and Piper going through her bags like a child on Christmas morning. The old bitch at the store tried giving me shit about the mixture of items I purchased. I took a huge risk leaving the cabin with her, but it’s a well-known fact the Devil Idols rarely frequent the small town. The other two neighboring towns are their turf and they tend to troll there.
It was fucking brutal to explain my past to Piper that other night. She deserved to know, but it still stung like hell revealing that shit. I don’t talk about my past, period. Piper does something to me that makes me want to be a better person, yet the dark poison in my blood is still there, promising to threaten any future with her. It’ll just take one moment of misjudgment to ruin it all.
I’m still thankful Piper didn’t ask about my job. Mayor sent me and some of the other boys to take care of a Devil’s Idol deal with a group of local drug dealers. By take care of, I mean, fuck them up. A clear message was sent. Four slain Devil’s Idols with the Sinners mark carved in their chest and missing drugs is enough to tell the fuckers to back off. It’s also a well-known fact that I always vote for the route with the least amount of bloodshed. Not this time; I want all the fuckers dead. Retaliation is their game, and Piper is the prize. I will kill whoever needs it and die to save her. Piper is truly an innocent victim, just like my sister, and this time I refuse to let the one I love die.
“What are you thinking about?” Piper asks, looking up from her bag.
“How big of a pussy you’re making me,” I joke.
“You’re a good man, Grizz,” she whispers.
“No, I’m not.”
“Yes, you are. You’re loyal to your club, follow all the rules, and protect the ones you love. You’ve never physically hurt me. I’m not a fucking idiot. I know you were supposed to shoot me that night. You chose to save me. A lesser man would have used the bullet and not their heart.”
Her words sting every inch of me. I’m not a good man. Soon she’ll learn just how wrong each one of her words truly are. For now, I’ll let her believe them. And for now, I’ll live this life with her.
“You don’t believe me, do you?”
“It doesn’t matter what I believe,” I answer her.
“Okay, Mr. Mopey Pants, pizza or bubbles first?”
“Food is first, Piper. Always food. And you know, for having a condition that revolves around food, you sure don’t seem to worry about it much.”
Piper turns to me with a very serious face. “That is one thing my momma engrained in me…live a normal life, Piper. I manage. I don’t let it rule me.”
“You know, a guy could really get used to loving you, Piper Jones.”
My phone rings before I can make a bigger ass of myself. It’s my burner phone—not a good sign. I’ve never wanted pizza and a bubble bath so badly in my motherfucking life. In fact, I’ve never wanted a bubble bath.
I place my fingers to my lips, signaling to Piper to be quiet, as I answer it. “Yeah.” I pause. “I can do that. When?” I listen. “Tomorrow morning, okay, got it. Two day run, no big deal.” A thought occurs to me. “Who’s going to be with Piper?” I frown. “I’m not fucking okay with that.”
***
Piper
Grizz is clearly irritated, ruining our almost perfect moment together. I’m still in utter shock over everything he bought me. He may not show his sensitive side much, but this purchase was more than words can ever explain.
I can only guess that he’s talking to Mayor on the phone. Anyone else he would have probably told them to fuck off. Doesn’t sound good though, I don’t want him to leave me again. I’m not an MC pro, but I can guarantee his runs are not your everyday road trip to a sunny destination. There goes my heart again, falling hard for the asshole while my brain continues to scream at me.
Grizz slams the phone shut, tossing it on the dash, then he slams his fist into the steering wheel.
“It’ll be okay,” I whisper, not believing my own words.
“I have to leave again, Piper. A two day run.”
“Okay, but we have tonight, right?”
“Yes, we have tonight.”
“Is there something else bothering you?” I ask, not wanting to know his answer.
“Nah, just don’t like leaving you during this shitstorm is all.”
“But we get pizza and bubbles,” I reply in excitement, and then start singing, “Pizza and bubbles. Pizza and bubbles. K-I-S-S-I-N-G. We get pizza and bubbles.”
“Jesus, Piper, you can be obnoxious sometimes,” Grizz growls as he turns down his hidden driveway.
“Really? I annoy you?”
Grizz just grunts and shakes his head. I take off my new tank top and unsnap my bra.
“Would a quick fuck before bubbles and pizza make me less annoying?”
“Maybe,” he responds, slowing the truck.
“I’m kinda fond of quick fucks in your driveway.”
“I can probably accommodate that, bitch.”
“God, you’re an asshole.”
Grizz grabs me by the thighs, easily discards my new pants, and quick fucks me thoroughly.
***
“Grizz, the water is ready.”
New clothes, some much needed girly items, quick fucks in the driveway, pizza, some blowing to coax Grizz in the tub with, and now a bubble bath with the biker. This might be the most romantic date ever. Sad, but true. Grizz is the first man to ever show genuine interest in me and my well-being. As fucked up as it sounds, and even with how big of an asshole he can be, he truly cares for me.
“Grizz, get your ass in here. No going back on your promise,” I scream moments later after no reply from him.
Grizz rounds the corner, and his face says it all along with his fully clothed body. He’s leaving me again.
Unable to look me in the eye, he begins to speak. “Change of plans. I have to go, Piper.”
Grizz turns his back on me once again, leaving me naked and alone in his bathroom. The man
has no problem walking away from me. I sink down into the hot sweet pea bath and try to let the comfort of it take me away, far from this hell and heartache.
Gruff voices fill the living room, making my stomach sick. His brothers are here now, which means the Grizz I know is long gone. The hardened, down to business ass is in full force. I guess it takes that type of exterior to do what he does.
A small knock is shortly followed by the door opening, I lay naked in the tub to whomever felt the need to intrude on my tiny piece of happiness. Shock sets in when I see Grizz again. He takes two long strides over to the tub, settling on the edge, and buries his face in his palms.
“I’m so sorry, Piper girl. I can’t walk away without saying it. Plans changed, Mayor makes all the calls and nothing or no one comes before the club.”
That last line kills me a little on the inside every time he speaks it. No matter how hard my heart is falling for him, I’ll never have a chance at capturing his. He may keep me safe and care for me, but I will truly never be enough for the broken, haunted soul Grizz carries around with him. Best now to cut all ties.
“Got it, Grizz. No worries. I got everything a girl needs today. Be safe.”
Speaking the words to his beautiful face is harder than I thought. Everything inside me wants to climb out of the tub and cling to him, beg him to never leave me again. Gripping the washcloth with both hands, I will myself not to reach out this time, and to close off to him. It’s only a matter of days before he lets me go or watches his club murder me.
“I’m sorry,” he says again.
“Don’t be.”
“You’re being a cunt.”
“No, I’m letting you go because I never had you or even had the chance to have you. Your quick fucks, bits of honesty, and protection will have to be enough to remember you by. Leave me, Grizz.”
“You stupid, spoiled bitch, I should’ve fucking killed you that first night,” he bellows as he throws a vase against the wall.
“Yep, you should have. It would have been way less painful in several ways.”
Those last words cut deep, with the potential to sever our bond forever. Deep down, I don’t believe Grizz is a monster. He is fucked up and not right in the head, but definitely not a monster. I can’t bank the rest of my life on a man who is so very willing to drop everything for a club. I grew up with a very selfish man who put everything before his own family, broke one day, and killed the only person who had ever truly loved me.