Carnal Hunger

by Tory Richards

  “Fuck me, baby.”

  And I did.

  Chapter 14

  VD

  We had church at least once a week, usually on Mondays, sometimes twice a week if follow-up was needed or unexpected problems needed to be brought to the table. Most of the time was spent talking about our legitimate businesses and any changes that needed to be made to bring in more revenue. We took a vote. Even though most of my brothers owned their own business, the club still got a cut of the profits because the club owned stock, so to speak, in each business. After all, it had been club money that had set each brother up.

  Before church, the club treasurer, Rusty, took a look at all the books and brought the results to the table. Once we were satisfied that all was good we moved on to club shit, which usually didn’t amount to anything more than voting in a new member, planning a charity ride, or planning some other event. Normally this time of year we made plans to attend Bike Week in Daytona, but with Dickie’s situation we’d decided to skip it and hold a party for the members and their families.

  Today wasn’t Monday, it was Thursday, and I’d called church to discuss the Slayers and their threat to the club. They were an MC in the next town over, low-life fuckers who talked big but usually didn’t deliver, the kind of MC who fought dirty and were only brave enough to make a move when they thought they could win. And right now they thought Mad Dogs was vulnerable, talking big about crippling us and taking over our territory. They were inept, but they could cause damage.

  The table was full. I made eye contact with each brother, satisfied with the integrity and strength of our club. Most had been patched members for years. Ollie and Rueben had just been patched in a month ago and were the obvious choice to go undercover since they were the least known members. They may have been new, but they’d been prospects for two years and had proved their loyalty and value.

  Not all patched members attended church, usually just the officers, but since this decision included them they were here. My gaze rested on them where they stood toward the end of the oblong table, close to the door. “I only need one of you to volunteer. Billy will go with you.”

  “He’s still a prospect, boss. You think that’s wise?”

  I glared at Becker, the club enforcer. “Yeah, I fucking do. This assignment is what he needs to get him that patch, brother.”

  “I’ll do it, Prez.”

  Ollie’s confident voice drew my gaze back to him. “You understand what’s involved? No heroics. I don’t want to have to bring you home in a body bag. Just infiltrate their club, keep your ears open, and report back to us.” He nodded his understanding.

  “Jesus, fuck,” Demon grumbled, sitting back in his chair and crossing his arms. “Can’t believe those pussies think we’re weak because Dickie stepped down.”

  “Not just about that, brother,” Corky said. “They’ve been talking shit about Mad Dogs’ for a long time, sayin’ we’ve grown weak over the years, that we aren’t the outlaw club we used to be, just because we decided to clean shit up and go legal.” Scoffs sounded throughout the room at that comment, because we weren’t a hundred percent legal, and never would be. We were just good at hiding shit. “They’re just using the situation with Dickie as an excuse to finally grow some balls and act on it.”

  “We goin’ on lockdown?” Dobie asked.

  I shook my head. “So far it’s just talk. Might be a good idea to prepare your families though, just in case.” I glanced at Rusty. “Get with Cami and make sure the kitchen is stocked.”

  “Tell her not to forget the booze,” Roland added. “Or the smokes and condoms.”

  I gave him a look. “Thought you and Candy were trying for a baby, brother. Why would you need condoms?”

  He shrugged. “Just lookin’ out for the brothers,” he said good-naturedly. “We ran out once during lockdown. Club girls got tired doling out blowjobs and getting no pussy action, cut the brothers off. Bout near caused a war in the clubhouse.” Several of the brothers chuckled.

  Fuck, I remember when that had happened. I’d been married at the time so hadn’t been affected by it, but some of my brothers had ended up with a bad case of blue balls by the time lockdown was over. The girls were there because they wanted to be there, they liked sex as much as the brothers, but they weren’t forced to give up their pussies. Toward the end of that long period they’d held all the power.

  “If I remember correctly a couple of you got drunk and desperate enough to make two of the club girls your old ladies.”

  “Yeah, we don’t want that shit happening again,” Roland grumbled. “Caused a shit load of problems when it didn’t work out.”

  That was an understatement. It never worked out good when a club girl became an old lady. The respect wasn’t there, on either side. Other club girls got jealous and spiteful, fighting broke out. Brothers that were stupid enough to make a club girl their old lady usually couldn’t handle knowing that their woman had been with all the other members.

  “We’re off topic,” I said, halting the murmurs around the table. I directed my comment to Rueben. “You’re dismissed, brother.” Once he left the room I invited Ollie to take a seat. “You have any ideas on how you want to infiltrate the Slayers?”

  Silence followed, and I decided to give him time to work it out in his head. We could tell him how to do it, but the plan had a better chance of working out if it was his idea. Whip, my VP, opened his mouth, and I motioned for him to remain quiet.

  “There’s a couple of ways I could go about it,” Ollie said after a while. “The usual, hang out at the bar they hang out at, show some interest in the club, strike up some conversations with their members. Billy and I could get into a fight, show the Slayers I can handle myself.” He hesitated, and even before I heard it my gut told me that he was leaning toward his second option. “Or I could go in as a fighter.”

  Risky. But the Slayers were known for picking up most of their members through the weekend fighting events held outside of town. They knew most of the guys that showed up were looking for a quick payoff and were desperate enough to become part of something that offered more. I had no doubts about Ollie’s ability in the ring, I’d seen him fight.

  “What about Billy?”

  Ollie shrugged. “He can tag along as my brother. If I’m approached by the Slayers I tell them we come as a package deal.”

  “What if they don’t approach you?”

  Ollie looked directly into Whip’s frowning eyes, confidence in every word. “They will when I take down one of their own brothers in the ring.”

  I leaned back in my chair, and slowly nodded. It was a good plan.

  “It will get them in faster than the fucking bar scene,” Becker pointed out before lighting up a smoke. “You and Billy better get your stories straight.”

  “I won’t expect to hear anything from you unless the Slayers decide to move on us.” Ollie nodded his understanding. “You’re there until talk dies down about Mad Dogs. Questions?”

  “Nope. I’ll get Billy and we’ll get on it.”

  “Good.” I nodded. “You get into any trouble you can’t handle, you get the fuck out of there.”

  “Will do.”

  I turned to Becker. “When’s the last time you checked the arsenal?”

  “Shit, it’s been a while, brother. I’ll get on it after church.”

  I put eyes on Dobie, my road captain. “We have new brothers. I want you to make sure the route to the Slayers clubhouse is programmed into everyone’s GPS in case shit goes down and we’re all over the fucking place.”

  “If we go on lockdown, what about our businesses?” Demon asked, putting out his smoke. “What’s to stop the Slayers from hitting them?”

  “Nothing, brother. We can’t be in two places at once, and the best way of protecting the club is here. Businesses can be rebuilt.”

  “That’s what insurance is for, bro,” Whip added.

  “If there’s nothing else to discuss, be back here on Monday
.” No one said anything. “Church is out.”

  “Drinks are on me!” Corky announced as he left his chair. Laughter followed, because the first drink after church was always on the house.

  I didn’t move from my chair, and neither did Whip. It was typical that we remained a few minutes after every church to talk. Sometimes it was about what was discussed at church, sometimes it was personal shit.

  “You look tired, brother.”

  I released a deep breath. “I am tired, and this shit with the Slayers is coming at a bad time.”

  “There’s a good time?” he joked.

  I gave him a scowl. “We should just go in and take care of those fuckers now.”

  “Then why aren’t we?”

  He didn’t have to say it. A few years ago we would have. “Times have changed. We all have too fucking much to lose to go in stupid and half-cocked when all this talk might be just that.” I gave him a hard look. “I don’t want bloodshed, man. Not unless it’s necessary.”

  “Yeah.”

  The silence grew.

  “You hear about tonight?” I just gave Whip a blank stare. “Girls night out? Della, Suzy, Tammy, Iris−”

  “Fuck, where?” Iris hadn’t told me anything about it. Girls night out didn’t usually concern me because I didn’t have a woman. Hearing Iris’s name brought my protective, possessive instincts to the forefront. She may not understand it yet, but he was mine. A girl’s night out involved drinking, dancing, and sometimes a fight or two when their men showed up and had to show ownership to some drunken fucker who thought he had a chance with one of the women.

  “Relax, bro. The whole thing is to give Penny a break. It’s at her house.”

  I relaxed instantly. Jerry was there at the moment, but I planned on being there later that night. I planned on being there every night. I was addicted to Iris and couldn’t seem to get through a day without having her beneath me. Her soft touch, with just enough wildness running through it, got me hard like nothing else. Each time I fucked her was better and more intense than the last, and I couldn’t wait to see how far we would go before we were totally consumed.

  I realized that I’d been lost in thought when Whip cleared his throat, and I glanced up to see his knowing smirk. “What?” Had I missed something he’d said?

  “You got it bad for Iris, brother.”

  “Fuck yeah.” I wasn’t even going to deny it.

  “Classy lady. Never thought you’d fall again.”

  He was talking about my ex, Trish. “No comparison, brother.” Then I realized what he’d said. “And I haven’t fallen again.” He raised a questioning brow. “I swore I wouldn’t go down that road again. I don’t know where this thing between us is going, but right now I’m just enjoying the ride.”

  “I think you’re fooling yourself, brother.” I didn’t like the sound of his knowing laugh. “You haven’t fucked anyone else since you’ve been home. That speaks volumes.”

  I shrugged. “Haven’t felt the need. I like Iris, but she’s not from our world, she wouldn’t go in for that shit and I don’t want to lose a good thing. Fuck, she and Penny are so naïve about club life it fucking scares me what’s coming.”

  “Yeah, we go on lockdown it’s gonna be complicated.”

  I nodded, having already thought about that. With Dickie bed-ridden and the girls ignorant of that shit it was going to be hard convincing them to do what needed to keep them safe. But I knew I’d do whatever it took to keep them safe, and if that meant using force, I’d do it. I may not have known where Iris and I were heading, but even if we weren’t involved the club would still protect her, because she was family.

  “Come on.” I got to my feet. “Let’s go get a drink.”

  The usual scene greeted us when we entered the main room of the clubhouse. Most of the brothers with old ladies had taken off after church. Ollie was on one of the sofas getting a blowjob from Sandy. Tawny and Rose were servicing Shooter on another sofa. Mary was behind the bar waiting on Bug, Odie, and Becker. Billy was sweeping the floor. Other brothers were scattered about the room, some playing pool. Eye contact was met with chin lifts in our usual form of acknowledgement.

  Mary, knowing our preferences, set down a beer for me and a whisky for Whip before we even reached the bar. “Here ya go, boys.”

  At sixty-three she was probably the only one in the club that could get away with calling grown-ass, bad-ass bikers ‘boys.’ She’d been a fixture at the club since the beginning, had been an old lady to one of the founding members. Rudy was long gone, but Mary, along with her daughter, Cami, had taken over the running of the kitchen and bar. She was like a dorm mother, taking care of the club girls and their needs.

  “Thanks, sweetheart.” I reached for my glass and chugged it down, my gaze landing on Lana as she entered the room.

  She must have caught wind that we were there for her to be up and moving around so early. She hadn’t dressed yet, her short, silky robe was tied loosely around her waist. The top half was opened enough to expose plenty of her tits, and as she walked toward us the material parted enough to reveal glimpses of her naked pussy. If it were another time and I would have been all over her not-so-subtle invitation.

  “Baby,” she cooed, running her hand over my shoulder as she worked her way between me and Whip. “Where have you been?”

  I saw Whip’s smirk behind her. “Busy.” I held the hand up with the glass in it, motioning to Mary that I was ready for a refill. “What do you want?” I snapped.

  Her heavily made-up eyes rounded. “Ouch!” she pouted. “I’ve just missed you, VD. You haven’t been by to see me since you got out of prison.” She was fishing and I knew it. I wasn’t biting. After a brief silence she added, “Why don’t you come to my room and we can rectify that now?” Her hand trailed down to my cock. “You know I can make you feel good.”

  “I feel good now.” I moved her hand. “If you have an itch I suggest you find a brother who’s interested.”

  Whip snorted behind her, and she turned and gave him a bitchy glare. She then turned back to me and crossed her arms beneath her tits, exposing all but her nipples. “I was good enough to fuck before you went to prison, what’s changed now? Is it that bitch I saw you with at Dickie’s that day?”

  I gave her the look, the one that said that she’d gone too far and had overstepped her bounds. Club girls didn’t get to question brothers, ever. Unfortunately, some thought they were special, especially when a brother singled them out for whatever reason. I was fucking guilty of that with Lana. Because of that I decided to give her some slack.

  “I’d watch what you say. The only thing we had was sex, something you’re here at the club to provide all the brothers with.”

  “And I’m still here to provide you with,” she insisted, her bottom lip quivering. “I always thought there was something more between us, you led me to believe that by singling me out.”

  I released an aggravated breath. “Were you faithful while I was in prison?” I could tell that question had caught her off guard. She actually jerked back as if I’d slapped her, before shifting her gaze off mine. I knew the answer to that before she said it.

  “Well, I, ah−”

  “Fuck, no,” two of the guys playing pool said in unison. “The only thing she was faithful to was dick. Anyone’s dick,” one of them laughed. He gave Lana a wink.

  I turned back to her in time to see her giving them the bird. “If you expected for there to be something permanent between us then you would have been faithful,” I said in the face of her obvious anger.

  “Eighteen months, VD. I have needs, too!”

  Several guffaws followed her desperate remark. “This conversation is over.” I pushed Lana aside, glancing up to see Mary shaking her head with disgust. I’d known the old woman long enough to know that her reaction was meant for Lana. She was constantly reminding the girls not to get their hopes up of becoming an old lady. I gave her a wink.

  I downed my second drink
, glad when Lana decided to leave. She’d get over it, and if she didn’t then she’d be asked to leave. The club had enough to worry about.

  Chapter 15

  Iris

  “God, this is the life!” Della said, kicking back her feet and lifting a margarita to her lips.

  “And we didn’t even have to get dressed up!” Foxy added, reaching for a cracker with cheese on it.

  “This was a great idea,” Angel commented, smiling up at me as I set down a platter of chips and guacamole dip.

  “Thanks,” I smiled. “Penny made the guacamole from scratch, ladies. It’s kind of her specialty.”

  “My favorite,” Della said, already reaching for some. A couple of the other ladies did the same, and the next few minutes were filled with the crunching of chips and sounds of mutual satisfaction.

  “So good!” Suzy said around a mouthful. “I want your recipe.”

  “Me, too,” Candy added. Della and Tammy chimed in as well.

  “I’m glad that you’re enjoying it.” Penny set down a tray with a pitcher of bright red sangria and tall frosted glasses. “For you ladies who might want to switch from margaritas,” she smiled.

  “Why don’t you stop being the hostess and sit yourself down?” I scolded, gently pushing Penny toward a vacant chair. “That’s what I’m here for, sis. You just relax and get to know everyone.” I felt her resistance, but still managed to push her down.

  “We want to get to know you better, too,” Angel added.

  After that the questions came and I kept the snacks and drinks replenished. The girls seemed eager and genuinely interested in learning about their ex-president’s wife, and I was happy to see Penny so relaxed around them. Once in a while I would disappear and go check on Dickie, returning to give Penny a nod that all was good. I knew that he was always there in her thoughts.