Rod

by Nella Tyler

“Sure, I can meet you there,” I tell her as I disconnect the call.

  I walk outside and climb on my motorcycle, revving it up for the full effect. I wear my colors proudly and know that I have had a contribution in helping Trish and her family.

  I make my way to the Lair, bringing up the dust of the old dirt roads in my wake. Once there, I see that Trish is already there, so I park my bike next to hers and head on inside.

  A celebration is happening with all of the members drinking and enjoying themselves. I see Trish from afar, standing at the bar and I feel the urge to join her. Alex Maple stops me before I can reach her and has that look on his face that tells me he needs to ask me something.

  “What’s up, Alex?” I ask.

  “I don’t really feel I’ve played my part in helping with all of this Sasha business,” he says rubbing his hands together.

  “What do you mean?”

  “Well, it’s just that you and Trish saved her, my brother Jason helped with the bank account stuff, but I didn’t get to help at all,” he explains.

  “It’s a little late to help out with everything, though, don’t you think?” I inquire.

  “Not exactly,” he says, pushing for me to ask for his take on the subject.

  “What do mean?” I ask, taking the bait.

  “I just want to blow Lester Samson’s house sky high,” he tells me in response.

  Before I can answer, Ronan Fitzgerald is standing here with us and has his arms on both of our shoulders.

  “I don’t think that’s going to be necessary,” Ronan tells Alex.

  “I just wanted to help, boss,” he explains his case.

  “I understand that, but we can’t just go around blowing up people’s houses,” Ronan says loudly.

  “It’s not like he’s going to need it anytime soon,” Alex explains.

  “Lester Samson has a niece who he wronged in the past, the house should go to her, end of story,” Ronan says adamantly.

  “I just wanted to help, boss,” Alex states again plainly.

  “I know that and trust me, it is appreciated. Surely, we could make better use of your talents,” he tells Alex.

  Alex nods in agreement and wanders off to the bar where Ronan and I watch him get a beer and sit down.

  “That kid is one sandwich short of a picnic basket,” Ronan jokes.

  “Yeah, but I know we’re all glad that he’s on our side in all of this,” I tell him.

  Ronan and I share a laugh before he moves on to business.

  “So, I was thinkin’,” he begins.

  “Yeah, what’s up?” I ask.

  “Why don’t you call up that guy from the Deathdealers and set up another meeting. Tell him that I will consider a truce if they agree to one final thing.”

  “What’s that?” I inquire.

  “Tell them that in order to prove that they mean business, they’re going to need to pony up all of the money that your father paid out to Lester, Ken and Boris and put it into an account for Sasha.”

  “Sounds fair,” I tell him.

  “Alright. Let me know what he tells you,” Ronan instructs me.

  “You got it,” I reply.

  I pull out my cell phone and dial Red’s number.

  “Red, it’s Rodney,” I tell him.

  “Yeah, what’s up, Rod?” he asks.

  “Want to meet up again at the deli?”

  “Sure, when?” Red asks me.

  “The sooner the better,” I tell him.

  “Tomorrow morning at nine?” he asks.

  “See you then, man,” I say in response, as I hit the end call button on my phone.

  I slide my phone back into my pocket and give Ronan a thumbs up as I move to the bar where Trish is.

  “Hey babe,” I tell her.

  “Hey yourself,” she says.

  “Want a beer?” Jasmine asks me from the other side of the bar.

  “Yeah, why not?” I tell her.

  She cracks open the bottle and sits it in front of me. I take a drink and look to Trish.

  “So, we’re meeting up with Red again,” I explain.

  “Yeah? What for this time?” She questions me.

  “Your dad will do a truce if the other club ponies up the money that my dad paid out to those goons to kidnap Sasha. Do you think they’ll do it?” I ask her.

  “They will if they know what’s good for them,” Trish tells me.

  “Want to join me?” I ask.

  “Sure, when are we going?”

  “Tomorrow morning at nine,” I explain.

  “I’ll come over to your place tonight and we can leave from there. If that’s okay?” she asks.

  “Of course that’s okay,” I tell her anxiously.

  “Good, then let’s get out of here,” she commands me.

  “Alright, let’s go.”

  Chapter Sixteen

  Trish Fitzgerald

  Rodney and I ride off to his place, me following closely behind him. Upon our arrival, I park my bike next to his and get off. I follow him inside and we head up to his room.

  “Want to watch a movie or some Netflix?” he asks as he turns to look at me.

  “Sure, why not?” I tell him.

  He pats the spot next to him on his bed and I sit on the soft mattress. He pulls me closer to his body and I smell his sweet cologne. The television blares on in the background, but I tune it out immediately.

  I look in his eyes as he caresses my cheek with one hand, grazing the soft texture of my skin. I bring my mouth closer to his plump lips and he parts them, leading me in with his breath.

  We share a deep, passionate kiss and he lets his tongue wander in my warm mouth. I gently suck on his tongue and take notice as his kiss intensifies from the movement. His hands are both cradling my face now, and I kiss him again and again.

  As our tongues intertwine with one another, I feel his hand move from my cheek to my breast. He massages it gently and tweaks the nipple that stands erect underneath my t-shirt and bra. I feel a tingle from deep down inside and it makes me want him even more.

  He quickly pulls my t-shirt from its tucked spot in my jeans and slips his hands underneath my shirt. His hands target my nipples as he moves my bra to the side to gain access.

  He pulls his hands out after encouraging this pool of warmth that is building up between my legs and takes hold of my shirt. He brings it up and over my head, taking it off of me and he throws it to the side.

  “You are so beautiful,” he tells me as he takes in the sight of me sitting on his bed in my purple lace bra and jeans.

  “Why don’t you show me what you’re made of?” I ask him seductively.

  My question throws Rodney into overdrive and he rips my jeans down and tosses them to the side of the bed. He massages my breasts with a bit more enthusiasm and then reaches around my back to unclasp my bra. He casts it to the side and then takes each of my nipples in his mouth and bites them gently.

  I moan at the sensation, feeling the anticipation building up for his next move. As he sucks on one nipple, his other hand is busy tweaking my other nipple between his fingers, causing them both to grow more erect.

  I look down at the bulge in his pants, knowing that he will unleash his giant manhood on me, but only after he teases me relentlessly.

  I bite my lip and he presses his finger on my bottom lip. He tells me, “I’m gonna bite that lip for you.”

  I take his finger in my mouth and suck on it hard. As I wrap my tongue around it teasingly, I tell him, “I can’t wait to feel your cock in my mouth.”

  Looking down at his jeans, I notice the bulge grows in size dramatically at the sound of my words. I press my hand gently, but firmly onto his package and begin rubbing it through the confines of his pants. I rub back and forth and feel its hardness press forward.

  He pulls my hand away from his crotch and then pushes me gently onto the bed. I lie down on the soft comforter atop his bed and he pulls my panties down and flings them out of sight.
r />   “Oh, you’ve had this coming for a while now,” he teases.

  I sit up and look on as he buries his head between my legs, his tongue lashing up against my clit in hungry, wanton movements. He circles the hood with the tip of his tongue, sending tingles and quakes throughout my body. I arch my back as he relentlessly pleasures me.

  My moans increase in sound and frequency as I near orgasm. He feels my legs quivering and increases his tongue lashing. He parts my lips and pushes a finger forward inside of me, sending me over the edge. I moan loudly, but he doesn’t take my mind-blowing orgasm as any cue to stop licking me.

  I shake all over, but rise to a sitting position so that I can move to return the favor. My warm center is filled with my own juices coupled with his saliva. I get up from the bed and he stands up with me. I force him onto the bed and hover over him, undoing his jeans.

  I unzip them and then pull them from his body. His manhood is bursting in size as it desperately seeks its freedom from his grey striped boxer shorts.

  His giant manhood springs upright as I pull his boxers down. I cast them to the floor and eye up my prize. I go right to work, licking up and down the shaft of his penis and then I take the tip inside my mouth.

  “Damn, that is nice,” he exclaims as I move from merely enjoying the tip to taking all of his length inside of my warm, wet mouth.

  I bob my head up and down, but feel his hands guiding my head in a short, but fast rhythm. I lather up his rod with my saliva, and on the way up, suck harder and harder.

  He gently pushes my head down and pulls it back up, repeatedly as his manhood begins feeling like it’s going to burst. I close my eyes, taking in the sound that my slurping makes. He grunts and moans, letting me know that he likes the feeling.

  Six minutes pass of my sucking action and he tenses up and says, “I’m coming!”

  His body jerks as it tenses even more and I suck the juices from his cock. The liquid shoots to the back of my throat and I swallow deeply. He kicks back and lets out a few short grunts in satisfaction. He collapses on the bed, but raises his hand to give me the ‘one minute’ sign with his finger.

  A minute passes and he gets up, moving closer to me. He begins rubbing my clit with his fingers, getting me wet all over again.

  “Get on all fours,” he commands.

  I climb onto the bed with my ass in the air and I feel his hands grazing me all over. He presses two fingers inside of me and begins gently moving them in and out.

  He withdraws them and says, “Now you’re ready.”

  I feel his presence directly behind me and then his fingers move to my middle to spread my lips wide open for his inevitable entry. I’m wet and wanting and he knows it. He gently pushes his large penis inside of me, going slow to start.

  He grasps my ass cheeks in his hands and begins pounding me hard and fast from behind. He thrusts into me with a force that feels as if he’s reaching my stomach from the inside of my body.

  Fifteen minutes pass and I feel my legs tremble as we both near orgasm. I moan gently and he grunts as he feels a full release. He moves his hand to my clit and rubs me until I can’t even think. My vision clouds for a moment as I feel completely spent.

  He moves from behind me and lies down next to me on the bed. He pulls a blanket over us and he pulls me into him. We cuddle together until we drift off into the night.

  Morning’s light awakens us as it pierces through the blinds that cover his window.

  “What time is it?” he asks groggily.

  I push the power button on my cell phone and fix my gaze on the time.

  “It’s 8 AM,” I tell him quietly. I’m still half-asleep and longing for a few more hours of rest.

  We spring into action, knowing that we have a short ride in front of us.

  “I’ll shower later,” I tell him as I gather my clothes from the floor. Once I bend over to pick up my things, I feel his eyes fixated on my body.

  “If we had a little more time,” he suggests sweetly.

  “I feel you,” I tell him in agreement.

  “Oh, you would feel me alright,” he counters.

  He gathers his clothes up in his hands and sits down on his bed next to me. I pull my panties on first and he watches me intensely. I put my bra around my perky breasts and cover them, clasping it from behind my back.

  I sit upright to pull my jeans over my skin and then zip them up. I stand and pull my t-shirt over my head and onto my body, pushing my arms through the arm holes.

  He dresses himself in a flash and we fly out of the door and outside. Before we know it, we are on his bike, heading out to Black’s Deli. We arrive shortly after leaving and await Red’s arrival at a table in the back.

  We make small talk as we wait on him to show up.

  “Should we order some breakfast or something?” Rodney asks me as he steals a glance at the menu.

  “I’m okay,” I tell him.

  “Yeah, me neither,” he says.

  “I’m not hungry for food anyways,” I tease. He grins and we continue bantering until Red makes his presence known with a clearing of his throat.

  We both look up at him feeling a sting of embarrassment, but Rodney invites him to sit down.

  “What’s up, Rod?” He asks.

  “I talked to Ronan about your proposed truce,” Rodney tells him.

  “Yeah? What did he say?” Red asks.

  “He said that we could offer a truce if your club can provide all of the money paid out to Lester, Ken and Boris and put it in an account for Sasha,” Rodney informs him.

  “In like a savings account?” He asks, looking at the both of us.

  “Yes,” I interject.

  “I can do that, let me get in touch with the banks involved and I’ll set the account up,” Red says as if he’s happy that will rectify the situation. He smiles and I feel a sense of relief that our two clubs may come together in the future.

  “Great, I’ll tell my dad,” I tell Red.

  “Sounds good. Should we have it setup at the First Bank of Hinton?” he asks us.

  “Yeah, that sounds great,” Rodney tells him.

  “I’ll get what’s left in those idiots’ accounts and then put the rest in from the club’s treasury,” Red tells us both. “I don’t care if it leaves them penniless.”

  I nod in agreement.

  “That’s good news,” I say before another word is spoken. He looks at the both of us and extends his hand to mine to shake it. I reach out and firmly grasp his hand, solidifying the union on a temporary basis. He shakes Rodney’s hand and the deal is nearly complete.

  “I’ll call you guys when it’s all said and done,” Red informs us as he gets up from the table.

  He leaves us to our own devices and we resume our senseless chatter. It’s a good feeling to sit next to a man who is a good negotiator as well as a lover. I smile at the thought of what we did the night before.

  “What’s that all about?” he asks me slyly.

  “What’s what all about?”

  “That devilish little smile you have on your face,” he informs me.

  “Oh that,” I begin. “Oh nothing, I was just thinking about last night, that’s all.”

  He grins at me and I see his pants bulge as his eyes center directly on me.

  “You perv,” I joke. He grins and leans in to press his lips against mine.

  “Takes one to know one,” he says with a bigger grin.

  I get up from my seat and stand idly by at the end of the table as I wait for him to join me.

  “Alright, let’s get out of here,” he dictates.

  With that, we are out of the deli’s door and back on his bike, kicking up the dirt in our wake. I hold on to his back tightly as we wind throughout the streets and back to the comforts of Hinton Township. We whiz right by the old sign and before we know it, we’re back on the old dirt roads leading us to the Dragon’s Lair.

  He parks out front once we both take notice that my father’s bike is there. He
puts his helmet on the side of his bike, but I keep mine on my person. We walk inside and the mood in the club is cheery and full of life.

  “Ronan,” Rodney yells over to my dad in order to get his attention.

  “Hey,” he yells back at us as he waves us over. We walk to him and he motions for us to have a seat at his table.

  We join my father and he turns his full attention on the both of us.

  “What’s up, kids?” he asks us.

  I look to Rodney to allow his response instead of us talking at the same time.

  “We talked to Red from the Deathdealers,” he starts. My father pays close attention to every word that comes out of Rodney’s mouth.

  “Yeah, and?” he asks.

  “He said that he’ll need a couple of days to get the accounts straightened out, but he’s going to set the account up at our local bank here in Sasha’s name.”

  “Good work,” he tells us with a look of gratitude on his face.

  My father looks to me for any addition and I tell him proudly, “Yeah, the guy said that he doesn’t care if it leaves Lester and those other fools penniless.”

  We all share a grin and my father says, “It’s not enough in the bigger picture, but it’s a start. Now we just need to see to it that those assholes pay for what they did to her.”

  I chime in, “Rodney talked to Sasha yesterday about testifying. I think she was nervous or having second thoughts, but whatever he said to her seemed to do the trick.”

  “Fantastic work, son,” my father tells Rodney.

  Dad looks up to Jasmine and whips his finger in a circular motion and tells her, “Drinks all around over here!”

  She hurries a glass pitcher over to our table along with three glasses. She fills the glasses up with the frothy amber colored liquid and sets one in front of each of us.

  “Thanks doll,” my father tells her as I give him a look of disapproval for his flirtation.

  My father raises his glass to the middle of the table and yells, “Huzzah!”

  We raise our glasses in the center of the table to clink with his and join in with his sentiment.

  “Huzzah!” We all yell in unison as everyone looks to us in amusement.

  Dad stands and looks to the rest of the club’s members.

  “Hey! Everybody!” he yells to them as a hush falls over the club.