Biker Chicks: Volume 2

by MariaLisa deMora

  Making my way to the bouncer, I give him my best sexy smile. “Hey stud. Tonight’s my first night. Can you show a lady where she can get ready?” I run my finger down his chest and I swear this idiot is just eating it up.

  His eyes roam all over my body as he just grins at me and leads me into the back room. When we get into the changing room, he smacks my ass causing me to turn around and look him in the eyes.

  My eyes roam over his upper body and I stop when I see the cut. Looking at the cut he’s wearing, I see that he’s part of the same club as Nash. They must only have their own men working the door as their security.

  I give him a wink before I walk over to the first free station. Setting my jacket and bag on the vanity, I touch up my makeup and try to focus on the task at hand. I need to at least get Nash alone.

  If I can get him to take me home, it would be even better, but right now I’ll settle just for being noticed by him. I have a few days to work my magic and get him alone.

  After about ten minutes of primping and trying to calm my nerves, a sleazy looking dude comes in and tells me that I have five minutes before I’m up.

  I feel like I’m going to throw up and do my best to calm my stomach before I take the stage. It would really get his attention if I threw up on stage, but not the kind I’m looking for.

  Closing my eyes, I think about why I’m here and why I’m really doing this.

  Ten years ago my father was murdered right in front of me by a biker named Nash. After he shot and killed my father, he winked at me and walked off like he didn’t just murder someone.

  He didn’t care that he just took my father’s life and he probably didn’t even care that I was now an orphan. My mother had died during childbirth and my father was my only family.

  I had no clue why that man would do that to my father and I’m not claiming that he was an angel, because I have no idea what he was into. Now I’m here for answers. I want to know why he would do a thing like this to me and why he didn’t kill me that day too.

  Instead I got to bounce around from foster home to foster home. I was sent to a foster home and for a while it was good, until it wasn’t anymore. After that, I was sent to another one where I met the most amazing woman ever. She encouraged me to be the type of person to stand up for myself and fight for something I wanted.

  Although Joanna would have never wanted me to take things this far, I had to. I’m sure she’s probably looking down on me and shaking her head right now.

  Hell without Pepper, I don’t think I would have ever had the courage to actually go through with this.

  “You’re up,” the man yells into the room. Taking a deep breath, I focus on my performance. Just remember sex sells. These men will eat up anything showing skin and getting their dicks hard. Yeah, I have to thank Pepper for my pep talk. This is more her style than mine, but I will do anything to find out the truth.

  Making my way to the stage, I see a bunch of men in leather sitting around the table center stage. At first I don’t see him, but as soon as his eyes meet mine, I know it’s him. He looks nothing like the man I remember. He looks more grown up and more manly than the twenty-something year old kid that he was when I last saw him.

  He has at least six member of his club sitting around him and two of the whores from this place sitting in his lap. I wait for the sleazy man to introduce me before I make my way on to the stage.

  “Welcome our newest girl, Rockin’ Raquel,” he yells into the mic and the room erupts into whistles and catcalls, but I pay no attention to them.

  Instead, I stare right at Nash, and make this dance strictly for him.

  His eyes eat me up as I spin around the pole. I had to take pole-dancing class for three months before I made my way out to the other side of California to take this bastard down.

  It seemed like forever before I could slide down the pole gracefully, but, in the end, I can honestly say that I look fucking hot doing it.

  Sliding down the pole, I gyrate my hips to the heavy rock music and I slowly lower my body to the ground. Sitting up, I get on my hands and knees and crawl towards the end of the stage that he’s sitting at. The whores are now out of his lap, and into other ones, which makes me grin.

  He leans in closer to me and he slips a twenty into my thong. Shaking my tits at him, I wait for him to move his hand an inch before I turn around and show him my ass. Leaning forward on my hands, I give him a good view and I hear him groan.

  “Fuck,” he grounds out. He whispers something to one of his guys, and they get up and make their way over to the sleazy guy.

  Crawling over to the pole, I slowly pull myself up, shaking my ass the whole time. I give the rest of the audience a hell of a show until my music stops and the sleazy guy comes back up to introduce the next girl.

  Collecting the money the men left for me, I feel like I need to throw up. I’m not this girl and I hate that my need for revenge is making me become something I’m not.

  When I walk off the stage, I make a beeline for the dressing room, but a hand on my shoulder stops me. I spin around and our eyes lock. I don’t say anything; I just wait for him. His hand cups my cheek, and he closes the distance between us.

  “Why are you dancing in a place like this?” he asks. His voice also sounds concerned, but I won’t let myself confuse the meaning with him. I can’t. I have to remember why I’m here and that he is the enemy, even if he doesn’t know it.

  “I have an expensive habit. Need the money,” I say, shrugging my shoulders. The only habit I have is smoking, but hell I can afford that; not that he really needs to know that.

  “What kind of habit?” Shifting my weight on my new hooker heels, I try to think of a believable habit.

  “I have expensive tastes and my budget only allows me dollar store finds, so I work clubs to make some extra cash to buy what I want,” I bat my eyes at him and hope that he believes me.

  He grins and closes the distance between our bodies. “That, I can definitely help you with Baby Girl.” His mouth descends on mine and as much as I want to stop him, I can’t blow my cover. The minute our lips touch, I can feel a spark between us that I don’t want to even think about. I push out all emotions and try to just fake it until he releases me.

  “I know for sure your name isn’t Rockin’ Raquel, so why don’t you tell me your real name.” He runs a finger down my chest and I hear some skanky bitch huff and puff at the dressing room door.

  “Thea,” I answer quietly. I have no idea why shit is coming out of my mouth, but it’s almost like one kiss from him and I’m put under some fucking spell. No more personal information I mentally chastise myself.

  “I like it. It fits you,” he says brushing the hair out of my face.

  I give him a shy smile and he walks me into the dressing room. “What table is yours?” He asks, motioning to the vanities in front of us. I walk over to the one I used briefly and he follows me without another question.

  He helps me get dressed in the clothes I was wearing when I walked in and I collect my makeup, tossing it back into my bag.

  “I want to get to know you Thea. Why don’t you come with me to the clubhouse and I’ll show you one hell of a night.” This is my chance. I was hoping he’d take me to his home so his guys wouldn’t know if I killed him tonight, but I don’t think that will work. Maybe if I keep him interested in me for a few days, I’ll get my chance.

  “Sure, I’d love to,” I say giving him my best fuck me smile. He grips the back of my neck and pulls me in for another kiss that leaves me panting and wanting so much more from him.

  After Nash leads me out of the club, he starts to take me to his bike. “I ride too. I can follow you.”

  He gets a smirk on his face and he pulls me into his body. “You ride Baby Girl?” I motion for him to follow me and I show him my beautiful baby. He gets a grin on his face and I straddle my bike and turn the key, bringing the engine to life. My bike purrs and I can see the lust fill his eyes.

  “F
ollow me Baby Girl.” I watch him walk over to his bike, and crank the engine before he takes off into the night.

  Taking off after him, I catch up to him quickly, and let the cool air wash over my body. I finally feel like I’m not suffocating in the lies that I’m telling, and I can be one with the road, something I’ve learned to love over the last year.

  When he turns off on a dirt road, I follow him for a few minutes before he pulls over and puts his kick stand down. Pulling up beside him, I look around as I put my kickstand down and get off my bike.

  We are pretty much in the middle of nowhere. Before I can grab my bag with all my stuff in it, he walks over to me and pulls me further down the dirt road with him.

  “Where are we going?” I ask, taking in my surroundings.

  “I have a place I like to go where my guys don’t bug me and I can just be me.” I raise an eyebrow at him, and now it’s his turn to shrug.

  “What? Don’t you ever feel like you need to get away from your responsibilities for a while?”

  I nod my head, but don’t say a word. He doesn’t seem anything like the cold-blooded killer that I’ve known him as all these years.

  ***

  “So you said something about getting to know each other, why don’t we start with that,” I suggest. I don’t like the quietness of this place and I would rather have him talking than me thinking about his lips or his rock hard body being pressed against mine.

  Shaking my head, I try to clear my thoughts and focus on my hatred for him instead.

  “What do you want to know?” He sounds amused and he reaches his hand out to me. Taking his hand, he pulls me to him and we walk hand and hand down the dirt road.

  “Anything and everything,” I say, batting my eyes at him. He gets this cheesy smile on his face, and part of me swoons right then and there.

  He takes a seat on a grassy area, and pulls me down into his lap. “Well, I’m thirty-three. I’ve been part of this MC since I was eighteen. I’ve done some terrible things that I regret, and some that I don’t really regret. What about you?” He moves a piece of hair behind my ear and places his lips on my neck.

  “I’m twenty. I grew up in foster care after my parents died, and I’ve been pretty much on my own ever since,” I give him a sad smile and he switches our positions, laying me down on the grass. He spreads my legs and settles in between them.

  His fingers trail up my thighs and as much as I want to say his touch doesn’t affect me, I can’t. Every nerve ending in my body feels like it’s on fire and I want so badly to feel his lips on mine again.

  Before I can even clear my head of thoughts of him, he pulls my mouth to his and I feel his hand slip into my shorts. He flips us over so that I’m on top of him and he sits up to pull off my top.

  Reaching down, I undo his jeans and pull his dick out enough for me to work with. When I see his dick, I can’t help but lick my lips. He’s fucking perfect and, even though he’s the enemy, I can’t help but want him right now.

  Nash’s hands slide down the back of my shorts, and he starts to push the stretchy material down my hips. Standing up, I slowly push them down my legs, and step out of them. “No panties? My kind of girl,” he groans.

  His eyes are on my pussy and even though the thought of betraying my father makes me sick, a stronger part of me wants this. God, there is something wrong with me.

  Lowering myself down, he grabs my hips, and slides under me until he’s directly under my pussy. He holds me right where he wants me, and I feel his tongue gently probe my pussy.

  Leaning forward, I dig my fingers into the grass as I moan. “Oh fuck.”

  I whimper when he licks me from back to front. His tongue swirls inside of me, and I can feel myself start to creep closer to the edge. Every nibble and suck causing me to whimper my legs start to shake. God, I never expected him to be able to use his tongue like that.

  He dips a finger inside of my pussy and he starts to thrust it in and out of me at a fevered pace until I cum. “Oh god,” I moan loudly. My fingers dig into the grass and dirt, but I don’t even care. It feels so damn good. He kisses my thighs, and lets me ride out my orgasm.

  I try to move to my back, but he doesn’t let me. Instead, he lines me up with his dick and thrusts inside of me quickly. “I want to hear you scream out my name baby,” He groans. He slides me up and down his shaft a few times before I can even get a word out.

  “I would have to know it first,” I moan.

  I want to make sure he tells me his name, and I don’t just call it out while he’s fucking me. Things would escalate quickly.

  “Nash. Call me Nash,” he grits out.

  Every thrust he makes brings me closer to the edge again, and I take control of our pace. Grinding down onto him, I ride him hard. Every move brings us both closer to coming and, right now, that is the only thing on my mind.

  His fingers grip my hips roughly and he takes over. My hands slide up his shirt and I dig my fingernails into his skin as I cum for a second time.

  "Oh god, Nash,” I scream out. My head falls back and my eyes roll back in my head as he continues to fuck me hard as I ride out my orgasm.

  "Goddamn, Thea. Your pussy is like fucking magic,” he yells. I feel his body tighten, and he comes inside of me. Collapsing onto his chest, I huff out and try to slow my breathing. He runs his fingers down my back in a calming motion, and I close my eyes. Why does the best sex I've ever had have to be with the one person I hate the most?

  "Fuck Thea,” he says kissing the top of my head.

  "That was amazing,” I breathe. He grabs my chin, and forces me to look at him.

  "Where are you from, Baby Girl?" He looks into my eyes, and it's almost like he can see through me and knows all of my plans.

  "All over,” I reply vaguely. "What about you? Are you from here?"

  He gets a sexy smile on his face and I swear it could melt the panties off of a woman. "Yeah, born and raised. I grew up in this club and it was passed down to me when my old man passed. You can say it's in my blood.” He gives me a wink and I just smile back at him.

  How can he be the same person who murdered my father in cold blood? He seems so full of life and doesn’t at all seem affected by the death. If it was me, I’m sure I would be a wreck.

  "Tell me something that you've never told anyone,” I trace my finger over his neck and hope that I don't sound like I'm fishing for information. The last thing I want to do is make him suspicious of me.

  He searches my eyes for a few minutes before he finds whatever answer he's looking for.

  "It seems like so long ago now, but I once got some info from a friend that let me know that a member’s daughter was in trouble. The girl was maybe ten or so at the time, and the information was good, so I did what I had to.” He looks away almost like it pains him to talk about it, but I feel like there is more to the story than what he just said.

  "What do you mean the girl was in trouble?" I ask. My voice doesn't sound like me, and I’m sure he can hear it, too.

  He kisses my forehead, and shakes his head. "Word was that he was going to sell her to the highest bidder then take off with the money. When I confronted him, he took off. I chased him down, and I put a bullet in him.” I gasp and cover my mouth with my hand. "The only thing I regret from it is that I did it in front of the little girl. She was too young to understand why, so I didn't even try. At least, this way, I knew she would be safe. Hell, I made sure she was always safe.”

  "How did you know she was safe?" I stutter out.

  He gets a small grin on his face. "Because Baby Girl, I never stopped looking out for you. I watched you grow up over the years and fuck..,” he trails off.

  Looking into his blue eyes, I can tell he means every word. “I've watched the scared little girl turn into a fucking beautiful woman.” My jaw drops and, for the first time in a long time, I'm speechless.

  "You've known who I was this whole time?" I whisper.

  He grabs my face and pulls it d
own to his. "Yes. I've known your plan for a while. I just wanted to see how far you would go to get retribution.” I try to pull away from him, but he holds me to his body. "My father would never have hurt me or do the things you claim,” I sob against his chest.

  His hands run up and down my naked back until I calm down enough to speak. "How did you find out about it?" I ask with tears streaming down my face. He wipes the tears with his thumbs and sighs.

  "One of the brothers heard chatter from the guy the deal was made with, being the youngest member at the time, I was the one sent in to find out the truth. I had just got patched in and was only nineteen. When I asked your dad about it, he denied it for a while until I mentioned the buyers name and the amount the deal was for. After that he took off to go and get you. He was trying to flee when I finally caught back up with him,”

  Laying my head on his chest, I just cry. I cry for all the things I've lost, and the person I thought he was. Instead of losing a loving father that I thought loved me more than life itself, I lost a father who really didn’t give a shit about me after all. It was a bad idea to come here; I should have just stayed away.

  "If you want proof, I have it at the club house. You want to turn me in for it, go ahead. Trust me. I'd do it again and again. You never met me because your father kept you a secret from us. If things were different, I'm sure we would still be in this same position, but just under different circumstances. You still want to put a bullet in me, be my guest, and just know that I did what I had to. I had to protect you from the monster that was your father was.” He cups my face and places a soft kiss on my lips, one that rocks me to my core.

  What if everything he's said is right? What if everything I've ever known was a lie? What the hell do I do now?

  Getting up and off of him, I pull my clothes on, and take off towards the bikes. He doesn't follow me and I'm actually glad that he doesn't. I need to figure this out on my own. My mind is racing and I have no idea what is real and what isn’t.

  Straddling my bike, I crank the engine and take off towards the only person in my life that has never steered me wrong. I need my best friend. I need her to tell me what to do next and where to go from here.