by M. L. Beeson
Well here goes nothing, it’s better to face the wrath head on rather than avoiding it. I open the door of the bedroom and make my way to the stairs. After taking my sweet time taking the steps at the slow pace of one at a time, I land on the floor looking into the bar. Some of the members hear me come in, and look up to only realize it’s me before going back to what they were doing. Feeling awkward as hell, I scurry behind the bar and start prepping it for the day. I am slicing the lemons and limes, when Blade comes downstairs and sits down on the stool closest to me. Can he be any more annoying? Last thing I need is him in my bubble.
“Morning,” he grunts.
“You want some coffee?” I ask, not looking away from the fruit I am cutting up.
“No. When you’re done, we are taking a ride.” Oh fuck, I am in some deep shit.
Without saying another word, Blade gets up and grabs a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and walks out the door. Finishing up the lemon and limes, I put them in the container and put it in the small refrigerator. I quickly wash my hands and dry them on one of the bar towels. Taking a deep breath, I walk outside to find Blade leaning against his bike smoking his cigarette.
I’m trying desperately to find the words to let him down easy. “I don’t think this is such a good idea. I have shit to finish here.”
“Just get on the bike, darlin.” Blade turns to take his position on his beast of a bike and holds his hand out, waiting for me to finish the battle with my internal self. Finally giving in, I grip his hand and he helps me sit on the seat behind him, handing me the helmet.
Firing up the motorcycle, Blade puts the bike in gear, throttles up and eases us out of the parking lot. We are cruising through town when we pull into a small shopping complex. Blade parks the bike, kicks the stand down, hops off and offers me a hand. Following Blade’s lead, we walk into a small shop called Morrison Sporting Goods.
“What are we doing here? I didn’t take you for the hunting type,” I say, looking around at all of the outdoorsy gear.
“For one, stop assuming shit about me, I love hunting. We live in Idaho for fucks sake. But if you must know, I am checking up on things, the club owns this shop.” He walks straight behind the counter and into what I can tell is an office.
I can hear Blade speaking to someone, but I cannot tell who it is or what they’re saying. They make their way out of the office and back into the shop. The man he is speaking with, is older with silver hair and a salt and pepper beard. For an older dude, he is one hell of a looker giving off a Sean Connery vibe. Noticing my presence, the gentleman comes over to me and offers me his hand. “Hi there, I’m Marshall.”
Taking his hand. “It’s a pleasure Marshall, I’m Ginger.”
I introduce myself and then Marshall turns his attention back to Blade.
“I will let you know if anything out of the ordinary routine happens. No need to worry about things here. I can handle anything that is thrown at me,” he reiterates with a wink to Blade.
“Ok, good deal. I just wanted to give you the heads up. Anything happens, you call me right away,” Blade instructs.
Blade gives Marshall one last handshake, then turns to usher me out the door and back to the bike.
“What was that back there? Am I just tagging alone while you run errands?” I snap out. Irritated that he is taking up time that I could be stocking the bar since I got so rudely interrupted or even be hitting the road to get the fuck out of this place.
“I needed to talk to Marshall, so we made a quick stop. You need to learn to trust me. Get on the bike,” he huffs out in frustration.
“Good luck with that, I don’t trust anyone. Look if you’re going to kill me, just do it now. I hate the feeling of anxiety and anticipation.” I glare at him, swinging my leg over the bike.
“You really think I am going to hurt you?” I can see his eyebrow quirk with question.
“Well after last night, I wouldn’t put it past you. I stabbed someone in your clubhouse.”
“Fuck Shay. She doesn’t matter, nothing more than a warm hole. And if I was going to kill you, I would have done it already. So, knock it off,” he says, starting his bike.
God, I love the vibrations of the bike. I have never ridden a motorcycle let alone on a Harley before I met Blade. I must say I have come to love having his beast between my legs vibrating while I get to hold onto Blade’s firm and well-defined stomach. I bite my lower lip and clench my legs to try to hold back my excitement.
Catching my reflection in the mirror, Blade starts to speak. “You better stop that sweetheart, because we aren’t going to make it far if you keep that shit up.” Twisting the throttle, we fly out of the parking lot the fastest Blade has even taken off with me on the bike, causing me to squeeze my legs tight around the back of him and clench my arms tighter around his middle. He is teasing me. Asshole.
CHAPTER TWELVE
BLADE
I had to warn Marshall the manager of Morrison Sporting Goods what went down with the Aryans. I need him to keep a sharp eye on things and to let me know if he sees anything suspicious. I had a feeling shit was going to start getting really fucking ugly after I killed Draven and had the boys ship his ass back to his clan in a wooden crate that was used to transport the weapons back and forth. They should receive the message loud and clear; never fuck with my club.
I brought Ginger along with me because I want her as close to me as possible if anything goes down. I don’t need my head foggy if she decides to hit the road like she threatened the night before. When Dozer came at me to break up a cat fight last night, I was pissed. By the time I made my way down stairs I was pretty impressed with Ginger’s work.
Shay’s foot was tacked down to the floor by Ginger’s knife and it took Doc, our club medic a while to pull out the blade because it was lodged so far into the floor. Shay isn’t going to be able to walk normally for a while. I cannot help but smirk. After listening to Ginger’s side of the story, the bitch deserved it. Maybe now she will finally learn her fucking place.
Ginger is sexy as fuck, has a spit fire attitude, and can handle herself. I remember thinking very differently during our first encounter when I walked in on the fat fuck manager at the gas station trying to rape her. I have no doubt in my mind that if she had been armed, he would have ended up six feet in the ground.
I was trying to fuck Ginger out of my system but after last night and seeing how she handled herself and defended herself with a blade, it was a major fucking turn on and now I can feel my pull towards her getting even stronger.
Tapping my shoulder and pulling me from my thoughts, Ginger’s smooth voice questioned, “where are you taking me?”
“You aren’t very patient, are you woman?”
“Nope.” She makes sure to emphasize by popping the letter ‘p’ in nope.
Shaking my head, I don’t say anything else and keep my focus on the road. I am planning on taking Ginger up to the hot springs, where no one will bother us. I hope to get to know more about the spitfire on the back of my bike. The hot springs are about twenty minutes up the highway. I continue to race up the mountain, winding around the curves in the road and enjoying the brisk air and the warmth from Ginger holding on to me tightly.
Pulling off the road and into a dirt lot, I back my bike in between two trees trying my best to camouflage it. I don’t need anyone fucking with my well-known bike. Killing the engine, I kick down the stand and swing my leg over to hop off of my bike. Waiting for Ginger to follow suit, I pull a joint out of my pocket and light it up.
“Where do you keep pulling those from? Seems like you have a never-ending supply.” Ginger points to my freshly lit joint as she strides up to me.
“Want some, sweetheart?” I wink as I hold it out to her.
“Don’t mind if I do.” She smiles as she takes the joint from my fingers, taking along drag.
Not being able to take my eyes away from her mouth, I admire how her plump lips close around the joint, how they pucker a lit
tle as she holds the smoke in her lungs, and how she parts her mouth a sliver to exhale the smooth smoke. This woman is something else.
Snapping my eyes shut, I try to block out the visons of what else her lips would look good wrapped around. I barely hear her ask, “Blade, are you listening?”
Shaking my head to clear my foggy thoughts, “sorry sweetheart, what was that?”
“I asked you what we are doing all the way out here,” she says before taking another long drag off the tightly rolled blunt.
“I figured we could both use a day off.” I shrug as I start to walk up the trail heading towards the hot springs.
“What do you mean?” When I don’t respond she briskly trots up beside me.
“Nothing is going to happen. Just trust me.” I finally reach down and grab her by the hand and tug her along with me up the trail.
After walking about a mile on the narrow trail, we reach our destination. We come up on the hot springs looking out over the mountain range. The crystal blue pool is steaming and smelled of sulfur. The smell is not that appealing but the water and the view are out of this world. Hearing a gasp, I look down at Ginger, I can see the wheels turning in her head as she admires one of the most beautiful views in Idaho.
“Pretty amazing, huh? I told you, I wasn’t going to hurt you.” I take a toke off the joint.
“This is one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen.” She gazes out across the mountain tops. “I have never been anywhere like this.” She turns back around to look at me. “Thank you.”
I don’t do sweet or thoughtful, but Ginger’s spell on me is saying otherwise. I want to show her the best of Idaho and what she can enjoy by staying here. I don’t need her running out on me. Fuck, I am turning into a damn pussy. I can feel it growing as we stand here in silence.
Breaking my own train of thought, I pull off my cut and set it on a big rock next to the springs. I follow with removing my shirt, boots, socks, and pants; leaving me in just my boxer briefs. Looking at a wide-eyed Ginger, I smirk and take a step into the hot springs, making my way to the middle of the pool before sitting down.
Looking back at Ginger who is still standing there awkwardly, I try to break the tension. “You coming in, babe?”
Seeing Ginger biting her bottom lip as she contemplates her next move, has my dick growing hard. She shouldn’t bite her lip that way, it is going to get us into trouble.
After a few minutes of hesitation and contemplation, Ginger starts to slip out of her shoes and socks then makes quick work of ridding her jeans and shirt. She is standing there in a matching set of undergarments; a black bra and panties. Shivering in the cool mountain air, she quickly steps into the pool and sighs as the warm water surrounding her. She sits towards the edge of the pool putting a good four or so feet between us. Not liking the distance, I move closer to her and grab her and gliding her to the deeper part of the hot spring.
She immediately tries to wiggle out of my grasp. “Blade, I am not just some fuck buddy, and am not going to step on anyone else’s territory. I sure as hell don’t need anything growing down there.” She waves her hand in a circular motion in the air above her crotch.
“Territory?” I laugh out. This chick thinks I am some sort of property. Wrong.
“Yes, Shay made that shit clear last night when she attacked me.” She squints her eyes remembering yesterday’s events.
“Babe, I am no one’s territory. Shay is club property, only there to serves men’s needs and you won’t catch shit, Doc tests everyone regularly,” I huff out a little laugh earning me an arm cross and glare. When will this girl understand that she is above Shay?
“And to be completely honest, I was only fucking Shay to get my mind off your sexy as shit ass.” I rub my face, suddenly nervous. Shit, I am never nervous around anyone, Ginger is the one person that seems to bring me to my knees.
“Hmm. Nice tactic, Casanova. But I still think I should get tested; I am almost positive that cunt has something even if it is bitch-itis.” She laughs and shakes her head as she leans back to float on her back in the pool of water, giving me the perfect view of her perky tits.
Grabbing her by the ankle I glide her floating body to mine. Startled, she sits up with a questioning look. “What are you doing?”
Grabbing her by her chin, I smash my lips to hers. Our desire for one another ignites as our lips and tongues feast upon each other. After a very intense kiss, I break away from her. “What I have been wanting to do all morning.”
Unable to hide her giant smile, she moves closer and climbs in my lap to straddle me. This is making me lose my patience, without anything said between us, I crash my lips to hers again, sliding my tongue along her lips to gain access, she instinctively opens her mouth and our tongues become frantically entangled.
Lifting her with my left arm, I manage to pull my erection out of my boxers without breaking our kiss. Knowing what we both desire, Ginger slides her panties to the side. I slowly lower her down onto my erection and she swallows me whole.
Giving her a moment to adjust to my size, she then starts to slowly move up and down on my cock. Breaking the kiss to throw her head back in pleasure, she lets out one of the most enticing moans I have ever heard.
Hearing Ginger’s moaning and cries of pleasure gives me motivation. I start to pound up into her, meeting her every move. Feeling her pussy start to flutter around my greedy cock, I pull out of her and move towards the edge of the hot spring, bending her over one of the rocks lining the pool.
I thrust into her from behind in one hard and fast thrust. Hearing her scream only makes me pound my needy cock into her pussy as fast as I can. I can tell she is coming by the way her pussy is locked around my cock like a god damn vice, while she is shaking and screaming out her orgasm.
Grabbing her shoulder with my left hand, I grip her hair with my other, as I keep pounding into her delicious pussy. I can feel my nuts tightening, preparing my release. I don’t stop pounding into her until I am pushed over the edge, finally losing myself in my own orgasm, coating her pussy walls with thick threads of semen.
Resting my forehead on Ginger’s back, I ride out the wave of pleasure my orgasm releases trying to catch my breath. Ginger is the one that breaks the silence. Turning and leaning up to me, she gives me a quick peck on the lips. “Thank you for bringing me here.”
“You’re welcome darlin.” Turning and sitting so that my back is against the rocks to enjoy the view, Ginger does the same.
“This place is so breath-taking.” She amazes over the scenery.
“Yeah, this is one of the reasons I love Idaho. The scenery is beyond beautiful and you can enjoy peace and solitude if you need it. The mountains make a great escape to do some thinking,” I explain.
“Do you ride up to the mountains often?”
“Yep,” I pop the ‘p’ in humor, referring back to Ginger and her outburst earlier. Turning towards me, unable to hold back her giant smile and small laugh, she splashes me with water.
We continue to sit there and enjoy the view for what seems like hours while making small talk. This is the most content I have been in years, even with all the shit that is brewing with the club.
“So, I saw the tattoo on your neck the other night. What does it mean?” I try to phish, looking for some kind of information about the date tattooed on this feisty woman sitting next to me.
Sighing out a long breath, “it’s something I want to keep behind me.” She doesn’t say anything else.
Trying to break the tension and awkwardness. “So, how do you guys get your road names?” Gingers asks out of innocent curiosity.
“Well, mine is probably obvious. I love blades and they are my weapon of choice. Farm-Boy grew up on a big ass farm. You can take the boy out of the farm, but you can’t take the farm out of the boy.” I laugh, “so that just kind of stuck because he is constantly talking about his farm. Leo, is a gentle giant, but once you piss him off, he is like a lion on the hunt. Dozer, well I saw
him plow through a crowd of people like they were twigs so we started calling him Bulldozer then shortened it to Dozer. Rage, I think his name can speak for itself.” Grinning I look over to see Ginger processing all of the information.
“Well that is interesting and way simpler than what I was expecting,” she laughs.
“What were you expecting? Some sort of god-father that chose our names?” I wink at her and let out a light laugh.
Throwing her head back and laughing in amusement, she responds, “something like that. Well why doesn’t Marcus and Riley have road names?”
“They are prospects, they are proving their loyalty and working their way into the club, they aren’t official yet. Once you become a member, you get your road name.”
“Wow, the MC world is so different. It has so many rules and traditions I would have never expected.”
“We are outlaws sweetheart, we don’t follow all of the laws of society, but we have our own set of expectations and morals in life.” Nodding her head as she made sense of what little of information, I let her have about the MC world. Ginger seems at ease with everything.
After enjoying our time off the grid, we need to start heading back. Getting out of the warm water, I quickly get dressed and am sitting on a rock lacing up my boots when I notice that Ginger is shivering and trying to get her clothes on. As she pulls on her pants, I don’t miss the big fold of bills that falls out of her pocket. Not noticing that she dropped it, Ginger continues making quick work of getting dressed.
Swiping the wad of cash that is folded in half and secured with a money clip off the ground, I hold it out to her. “Did you lose something sweetheart?”
Watching the color drain from her face. “Yeah… yes. Thank you for spotting that. Can we make a stop at the post office on our way back?”
“Sure thing, babe.”
I start walking back down the trail towards my bike. What the fuck does she need all of that cash for?