by Naomi West
“What are you doing here?”
As he came closer I could see the Warhawks patch on his leather vest. He pointed to it as soon as he saw that I noticed it.
“Yeah, this is our logo,” he said. “That’s how you know I’m on the level.”
“Fine,” I said, calming down a little bit. “But that doesn’t answer the question of what you’re doing here.”
“Um, Tank sent me,” he said. “He told me to pick you up and take you to a club where we’re meeting tonight.”
Nothing about his statement rang true. Tank just sending a member of his MC over to pick me up and take me without any sort of notice … this didn’t sound like Tank at all. The skin on the back of my neck began to tingle, and my heart starting to pound again. My body was sending every warning it could that something strange was going on.
“I … that doesn’t sound right,” I said. “Let me call Tank … um, just to make sure.”
“No, no, no,” said Cruiser. “Tank’s, um, he’s busy. He’d just get mad if you called. Trust me on this—I’m his vice president.”
“I … don’t want to go,” I said. “This doesn’t feel right.”
“You have to,” he said, stepping closer. “Tank’s gonna be real pissed off at me and you both if you don’t come with me.
“No,” I said, trying my best to stand firm. “I’m not going anywhere until I hear it from Tank.”
A look of frustrated rage formed on Cruiser’s face, making his intentions clear. He continued to move towards me, and all I could do was make myself small as I scanned the nearby area for anything I could maybe use as a weapon. I knew right away that it was no use; Cruiser was twice my size and any attack would probably do nothing more than piss him off.
He got closer and closer, now looming over me.
“I’m not gonna hurt you,” he said. “But you need to come with me.”
He reached down and wrapped his meaty fingers around my arm. Then, with a pull, he jerked me up off the floor. I was nearly delirious with fear at this point.
But before he could take me very far, the front doors of the house opened with a bang.
“Cruiser!” called out a familiar voice. “Just what the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
I turned in place and saw that Tank was standing in the outline of the open doors. Relief washed over me; I’d never thought I’d be so happy to see him.
“Tank!” stammered Cruiser, clearly knocked off his guard by Tank’s sudden appearance. “What’re you doing back here? You’re supposed to be in Orlando!”
“Don’t you fuckin’ worry about where I’m supposed to be,” said Tank, his voice dripping with anger. “I want you to tell me right fuckin’ now what you’re doing in my home, without my permission, with your hands on my woman.”
As strange as it sounds, all I could think about at that moment was Tank’s choice of words. He’d called me his “woman” rather than his “property.” Sick, I know, but hearing that made me feel … protected. Like he was watching out for me. I learned soon how true that was.
“Listen, Tank, you heard what Dakin said: if this arms deal is gonna go through then he needs the girl. I know she’s yours, but I’m not gonna let you jeopardize the MC by letting you hang onto her.”
Dakin! I thought. What the hell does that fucker have to do with this?
Tank moved closer, his footfalls heavy and sure.
“So, you thought you’d just … take the initiative. That you’d break into my home, steal my woman, and give her over to Dakin, all behind my back. Then … what? I’d thank you for doing the thing that I was too chickenshit to do?”
“No, Tank,” said Cruiser, fear creeping into his voice. “It’s not like that.”
“Then what’s it like?” he asked, venom in his words. “Tell me. I’m really curious.”
Cruiser’s grip tightened on me, and he puffed out his chest a bit. It seemed like he was becoming more certain of his actions.
“Maybe … maybe you’re not making the right call! Maybe if you’re gonna put your needs before the crews, then you’re not fit to lead this MC! I don’t care that you’re the founder; maybe it’s time for some new blood in charge!”
“You stupid motherfucker,” said Tank. “You think if I give her to Dakin that all’s gonna be good with him from then on out? No fuckin’ way. He’ll know that he can change terms whenever he wants. He’ll have the Warhawks right where he wants them.”
Cruiser appeared affected by this and opened his mouth to speak. But before he could get a single word out, Tank started talking again.
“But I’m more interested now in the other part of what you just said. New blood?”
My eyes turned to Cruiser, and I could see that he was now regretting his words. But I didn’t need to be a motorcycle club expert to know that challenging his leader like that had probably put him past the point of no return.
“Um, uh, yeah!” he said, trying to pump himself up.
“Well,” said Tank, squaring his shoulders and getting ready for a fight. “Then put her down and show me you’ve got what it takes.”
Cruiser let go of my arm and I ran to Tank’s side. He put his arm in front of me like a giant, muscular bar, making it clear that I was to stay back.
Cruiser squared up too, but I could see clearly that there was doubt in his movements. Still, I’d heard that a cornered animal could be deadlier than a confident one.
Tank closed the distance between him and Cruiser, and the men stared hard at each other for a brief moment. Then Cruiser made the first move. He pulled back and swung hard, his massive fist curving through the air. It looked like a blow that, if it connected with Tank, would’ve caused serious injury.
Thankfully, it didn’t come even close to that.
Tank ducked, and the wide arc of the punch curved over his head harmlessly. Cruiser looked to have put all his strength in the punch, and the momentum that hadn’t been discharged into Tank’s body caused him to stumble on his feet for a brief moment.
That was all Tank needed.
Tank rose back up to a straight posture and delivered a quick jab right to Cruiser’s nose. A flash of deep red blood appeared on his face instantly, and right then and there the fight was won. Tank took advantage of Cruiser’s dazed state and rushed in, grabbing his arm and forcing him into a grappling hold. Then he dropped down to the floor with him, Tank’s arm pressed against Cruiser’s neck. Cruiser struggled for a bit, but soon his eyes closed and seconds later he was out cold. Tank loosened his grip but still held him close to make sure the job was done. When he was satisfied that Cruiser wasn’t going to move, he pushed him aside and stood back up.
At that moment, I felt more terrified than I’d ever felt in my life.
“Is … is he dead?” I asked, afraid to ask the question for fear of the response.
“No,” said Tank. “But he’s out for now.”
Then he turned to me and looked hard into my eyes.
“Stay right there,” he said.
He moved to Cruiser, scooping him up off the ground and carrying him down the hall. He disappeared in one of the doors and appeared a minute or so later, shutting and locking the door behind him.
The emotions running through my body were like nothing I’d ever felt before. There was fear, sure, but there was … something else. Seeing Tank do what he did, all to protect me, had brought about a strange stirring in my heart. It was as though seeing how far he’d go to keep me safe made me feel as though right then, at that moment, I’d do anything for him.
And that must’ve been what he had in mind too because as soon as he shut the door he rushed down the hall towards me, taking me into his arms and planting on my lips a deep, hard kiss.
Chapter Fourteen
Star
I fell into Tank’s kiss instantly. My body slackened as he pressed his lips onto mine, and I let him take complete control. We both breathed in hard through our noses as we kissed, the events of the last few mi
nutes causing the blood and adrenaline to pump through my veins, and I’m sure his as well. And as sick as it sounds that I’d feel this way after watching a man commit an act of brutality on my behalf, all I could think was this:
He’s actually kissing me.
Tank pulled away for a moment, and I feared right away that he was going to storm off as he had before. But instead, he scanned the nearby area for something. What, I wasn’t sure. When his eyes settled, he bent down, grabbed me by the hips, and threw me over his shoulder. I felt like a primitive woman being taken by a caveman, and though I knew I should’ve hated it, I didn’t. As he carried me I took in the feeling of his hard body against mine, of his masculine musk, of his soft grunts as he walked. It was like nothing I’d ever felt before, and I couldn’t get enough.
Then, when we reached a nearby sitting room, Tank tossed me onto one of the large, soft couches. Just like everything else he’d done, being manhandled by him in such a way inspired some kind of strange, primal desire in me. I wanted to open my mouth to speak, to ask him just what he was doing, but I didn’t. Instead, I looked up at him with wide eyes as he stood over me. I wondered just what he was going to do next.
My question was answered within seconds.
Tank leaned in and grabbed the folds of my robe. With a hard motion, he pulled it open, exposing my underwear. He took in the sight of me nearly nude for a moment, breathing in hard through his nostrils like some kind of bull. Then he set upon me. After grabbing my panties and pulling them off, he pulled off my bra, leaving me completely nude. I lay there naked under him for him to do with as he desired.
And I didn’t want it any other way.
He began kissing my body quickly and passionately, his lips seeming to cover every square inch of me, paying special attention to my breasts and stomach. As he kissed me he took off his shirt, exposing his magnificent, sculpted torso, his muscles covered with all manner of tattoos. I closed my eyes as he kissed me, choosing to focus on the feeling of him on me. I heard the jingling of his belt as he worked it open, followed by the cloth rustling of his pants as he pulled them down. Now his enormous, gorgeous cock was exposed.
Is now the time? I asked myself. Is he going to take me?
I didn’t need to wait long for an answer.
First, he dipped his head down below. I felt the touch of his fingers on my sex, pulling my lips apart. Then, I felt the warm wetness of his tongue on my pussy. I let out a long, pleasured sigh as he licked me; I’d never had a man do that before, and I’d always wondered what it was like. I had my answer now: it was like heaven. Tank expertly licked me, paying special attention to my clit as he slid a finger inside of me, stimulating me in just the right spot. He continued like that for a time, pressing the flat surface against his tongue against my clit. He ate me feverishly, as though the essence of life itself were contained within me.
I felt an orgasm build and build, and I ran my fingers through his thick hair as he pleasured me in a way that I’d never before experienced. Soon, I came, my moans of pleasure filling the room. God, he knew just how to make me cum; I couldn’t get enough.
When the first orgasm faded, I realized that this was just a warm-up for what Tank really wanted. Once he saw that he’d brought me to orgasm, he stood up, towering over me like a statue carved out of the hardest granite, like some Greek interpretation of a biker badass.
Then he moved closer to me, bringing my legs close until they were draped over his shoulders. Looking down, I saw his rock-hard prick pointing tantalizingly at me, and I craved nothing more than having it shoved into me right then and there. And looking up at Tank, I could tell by the fierce, hungry look in his eyes that he wasn’t going to bother to ask. He didn’t need to—everything about my body made it clear just what I wanted, and he read me like a book.
His expert oral skills had gotten me good and wet, and though I was still in awe of just how big Tank’s cock was, I was confident that I’d be able to … accommodate it. Tank must’ve been just as certain as I was, because his next move was to take his prick by the base, press it against the opening of my sex, and slowly plunge into me.
My face tightened in ecstatic agony as he entered me. I’d heard that pain was part of the process, and there was some of that, sure. But as he entered me the pain soon faded, and he held firm in me, his arm wrapped around my legs as he held me pressed against his stone-hard physique. Then he slid out of me, preparing for another deep plunge. I let out a quivering moan as he entered me again; this insertion was nothing but pure pleasure. Tank entered me a few more times in this manner, and after a minute or so of this, I knew that I was ready for more. I reached down, placing my hands on his thighs and beckoning him to drive hard and harder into me.
He was happy to oblige.
Holding my legs tight, Tank increased the pace of his thrusts, moving in and out of me at a steady, sensual rhythm. I watched the tight muscles of his body flex and tense as he gave it to me, the sight of him adding to the intense pleasure that was rushing through my body. After a time of fucking me like that, he spread my legs wide, now holding them by the ankles. This angle gave him a straight plunge into my pussy, and he took full advantage of it. My body rocked and shook with each thrust, and I knew another orgasm was on the horizon.
But he wasn’t done taking me how he wanted. He pulled out of me and grabbed me by the hips. With a quick motion, he flipped me over and pushed me up. Now I was on my knees, my legs on the seats of the couch and my arms resting on the back of it. Tank held hard onto my curves, and seconds later he entered me again. The feeling of him fucking me from this new position was incredible. He pounded me hard, and my orgasm began to approach at an even faster pace. Tank grunted as he jackhammered me from behind, his noises punctuated with hard slaps against my ass that rang out in a fleshy crack. The feeling of his hand of my ass only added to the pleasure, and when he grabbed a handful of my hair and gave it a hard tug, I knew it was all over—I was putty in this man’s hands.
He drove into me over and over, and soon my orgasm came. I grabbed onto the back of the couch for dear life as I came, holding on tight, as though I might collapse into a heap at any moment. And as I came, Tank’s grunts became rougher, more animalistic. I could tell that he was on the verge. And as the last waves of pleasure ran through my body, Tank came hard. He let an “ahh” noise as he emptied himself into me, the feeling of being filled up my him the perfect bow on the unbelievable sexual experience that I’d just had.
Once he was done, his pace slowed, and he eventually pulled out of me. I collapsed hard onto the couch, my limbs weak from the pleasure. Tank must’ve felt the same way, because he turned and fell onto his side, lying long on the couch, his legs stretched out onto the floor.
And we lay like that for a time, basking in the afterglow and catching our breaths. I never would’ve guessed in a million years that this was how my first time would play out, but I couldn’t have been more content. And what this meant about just what kind of woman I was, I could only guess.
But I’d find out.
Chapter Fifteen
Tank
The news the next day hit me like a knife stab to the gut.
Bulldog, one of the newest members of the Warhawks, had been found dead.
It seemed hard to believe, and my first instinct was to meet up with the rest of the men and get every goddamn detail that I could. How he’d die, where he’d been found, any suspects—I needed to know everything. But the men were as at a loss as I was, and me having to deliver the news that Cruiser was not only any longer the vice president, but out of the Warhawks entirely, was just more shit that they all had to take in.
This was already shaping up to be a real motherfucker of a week.
“So, Cruiser’s out, just like that?” asked Bowie, one of the more recent members of the club.
We were all gathered at one of our usual haunts, and I could tell that the men were shaken. We went from having the payday of all paydays on the horizon to hav
ing to deal with the news that two of our own were gone—one dead, one out on the street.
Where was Cruiser, you might be wondering? Well, as much as I wanted to put a knife in his neck and kick his body into a ditch, I knew that I needed to let myself cool down before making any rash decisions. Sure, betraying the club was an offense that I’d have been fully justified in offing him for. But Cruiser’d been a loyal VP up until now; this whole thing with Star and Dakin had just got him spooked. So after I’d had the rest of the night to think about it, I decided that exile was the best bet. I’d let him cool his heels in my basement for a day or two before telling him he was out. I’d give him a few thousand to get a new start somewhere else, with clear instructions that Florida was now officially off limits.
If he was smart, he’d hightail it across the country and start a new life as a mechanic in Idaho or some shit. Part of me still wanted to make him really pay for what he’d done, but I had his years of loyal service to consider too. Plus, executions weren’t exactly the best way to inspire loyalty in the rest of the club. Good for fear, but not much else.