As the conversation continues around me, I’m trying to hide my grin. Inside I’m reflecting; whatever decision we come to, there’s no way we’re going to avoid that excitement that I’d felt was missing in my life. I start to perk up. If Drummer isn’t the man to take the decision to fight, perhaps it’s time we vote in a new prez. Blade, perhaps. He’s not got an old lady, and his only priority would be protecting the club.
One question breaks into my deliberations. “What does the dominant think?” I dip my head up and down, indicating I believe Joker’s asked a good question.
At least checking with them is something Drummer seems to have done, as he informs us, “Had a word with the Wretched Soulz local chapter prez, just to see if they’d had warning of a new MC. They have. The Chaos Riders did it all polite. Got their permission to set up in Tucson. How we settle any difference that might arise between us, they’re leavin’ to us. Won’t be gettin’ any support in that direction. Unless it starts reflectin’ on them. Then they’ll decide who they wish to fuckin’ side with.”
I’m suspecting the Wretched Soulz, the dominant MC over most of the southwestern states, aren’t so interested in us now we’re so clean. Probably think we’re a bunch of weekend warrior pussies. Maybe these Riders are more of a group they can get in bed with. They likely think we’re weak. Either way, their lack of support is disappointing news. We’ve supported them often enough.
“So,” Wraith starts to sum up, “we agree to carry guns for the Herreras, or we face a possible fight to the death with the Chaos Riders. Or Satan’s Devils leave Tucson.”
For me, it’s good news. Unless they take the last option, I’m guaranteed some excitement to brighten my life. I can’t believe anyone would agree packing our bags is the answer. This clubhouse and compound are too well situated to abandon to another club.
Peg’s looking stunned, as are most of us around the table. The direction this Friday’s church has taken being completely unexpected. “When do we need to decide?” the sergeant-at-arms asks.
Drum closes his eyes briefly, opens them again and says, “Javier has given us a month. The Chaos Riders are already in Tucson, but they’ll still be settlin’ in, and I suspect they won’t want to make a move on us immediately. Like us, they’re waitin’ to hear if they’ve got the gun trade. Only difference, they might want it. “That’s enough for now. Go drink, fuck. Do whatever you want to get your minds workin’. We’ll reconvene in a day or two and discuss it more when it’s all sunk in.”
Chapter 3
Rock
I follow Beef and the others out of church, then hover around as they congregate in the clubroom. At first everyone’s quiet, but it’s not long before they stop acting bemused and murmured conversations start. Eager to see which direction my brothers are going to go in, I don’t join in, just wander from group to group, picking up on the different vibes. Not unexpectedly, those with ol’ ladies are focused on protecting the club, others talking about taking the new club out with a pre-emptive strike before the Riders make themselves at home in Tucson, and a couple are debating whether we should accept Javier’s offer and start running guns. It could be a lucrative business. I’m just about to add my two pennies worth to the final discussion when all talking stops as the sweet butts come in and the old ladies emerge from the kitchen, kids trailing behind them. Club business doesn’t get discussed in front of the women.
Beef jerks his head toward the bar. It doesn’t take more than a second for me to decide a beer is a fucking good idea. I’m still shocked by the unusual discussion in church, and the bubbling feeling of excitement in my guts as though someone had been listening and had answered my prayers. Gun running or taking down another club… Whichever it ends up being doesn’t much matter. Each carries sufficient danger to get the adrenaline running. Has Karma really picked up on the restlessness inside me that had me yearning for an end to the boredom?
As Beef asks Ally for two beers I’m reminded again of the changes that had come to this club. We’re using the fucking sweet butts to tend bar rather than having them provide the services they’re here for—with so many brothers hooking up with old ladies there’s not so much call for their primary role. Except for us single and unattached men, of course. And we’re fast becoming a minority. I wonder which brother will go down next. Seems like a fucking disease, and one that’s catching. But not me. No way. I like my freedom way too much.
Taking a long swallow, Beef drains half his bottle then slams it down on the bar, pointing with his free hand to the women coming in the door. “Still up for it, Rock?”
I sure am. All the talk in the clubroom has my blood flowing, and going, predictably, straight down to my cock. I’ll think on what Prez said later. Here and now there’s something I want to exercise more than my brain. Lazily, I glance over the hangarounds, the hopeful women who’ve come up from Tucson to party, but there’s none that particularly take my fancy. They all seem too young, giggling girls wanting to try their chance with a biker. Give me an experienced woman any day of the week. Out of the corner of my eye I see Road eyeing up Paige and Diva.
Nudging Beef, I point to Road. “We better hurry up or we’ll lose our chance if we want those two.”
Showing he can move fast for such a big man, Beef’s up in their faces a footstep in front of Road. I laugh, then take myself over, ignoring our brother’s scowl, and place my hand on Diva’s arm.
“Suite, or?”
“Crash room,” I reply to Beef. The rooms out the back are closer for one thing, and as to the other reason, I’d prefer my own bedroom not to smell of sex for the rest of the night. Keeps my sheets clean as well.
Grinning, quite happy they’re coming along with us, as they’ve done more than a few times before, Paige and Diva start heading off for the nearest free room. Fuck, Marvel’s already in the first one. He must have moved fast. Shaking my head, I open the door to the next and usher both girls in. As I do my eyes catch sight of Jill, who’s standing, watching us, her narrowed eyes turning her expression to one of displeasure. Shit, I’m going to have to have words with her soon. Sweet butts dream of snagging a biker, and I’ve been sensing she’s trying to get her claws into me. I’ve started giving her a wide berth, but if she becomes a problem I’ll have to speak to Drummer. To show my indifference I make a show of feeling up Paige’s ripe ass, then push her in front of me and close the door in Jill’s face.
The girls know the drill and what we like. Beef and I stand with our backs to the door, and just a wave of my hand gets them going into their striptease routine.
Both Paige and Diva were street hookers before they were kidnapped and taken by a slave trader. The club rescued them, and while the other victims jumped at the chance of their freedom, these two took us up on the option to stay, preferring to get paid by way of board, lodging, and pocket money for services which they enjoy giving. Rather than taking their chances with strangers, here they only have to deliver to a limited pool of men. I happen to know both girls have a soft spot for me and Beef. We’ve often played together.
Beef takes out a coin. “Heads?”
It’s my normal call, so I just nod. It’s tails. I go to the chair, unzip my jeans and take out my hardening dick.
“So who’s going where?” Beef asks, taking no time to shrug out of his clothes, sliding on a condom and lying himself on his back on the bed. Wearing nothing else but a wide smile, he encourages them. “You two better hurry sorting yourselves out. This thing ain’t going to work itself.”
The thing in question is his cock, which like everything else about him is large. I’m not jealous. I might not have quite the same width, but I’m longer. Hey, you can’t help but compare the two given the amount of times we’ve played together.
The girls waste no time. Diva sinks her already wet pussy down over his dick while Paige moves up and sits over his face. As she lowers herself she lets out a groan of pleasure as Beef grasps her hips in his hands, his tongue going to work.
/> I watch Beef’s hips bucking as he thrusts up into Diva’s pussy, her head thrown back in pleasure as she works herself up and down on his dick. Me? I just sit enjoying it, my hand stroking my cock, my action speeding up as they get into it on the bed.
“Who’s gonna come first?” I ask, knowing how much they like this game.
“Me!” Both girls say in unison.
As I chuckle Beef must do the same, or some other shit that has Paige moaning. The guy seems to have a talented tongue. All the girls enjoy him eating them out.
Diva’s hand goes down, and, intrigued, I watch it as she starts working her clit. Soon I see her start stiffening.
“I’m coming…” she wails.
“Me too. Beef!” Paige screams. Almost at once both girls fall forward, Diva’s head resting on Paige’s naked ass, Paige putting her weight on the headboard.
Without giving them time to recover, Beef slaps Paige’s ass. “Up.” She slides off his face at the same time as Diva raises herself off his dick and lies herself next to him on the bed.
I shuck off my boots, lose my jeans, pull my tee over my head, and cover my cock with latex. Now it’s Paige who sinks down onto Beef’s cock then leans forward, her chest to his, as his hands pull open her ass cheeks, lubricating a finger with her own juices and pushing it into her ass. I watch, entranced, as it disappears up to the knuckles into her puckered hole, the sight making my dick throb and jerk in anticipation.
“Ready for me?” I ask, knowing she will be.
“Tight as fuck,” Beef tells me jerkily, his hips rising and falling as though he’s unable to keep them still. He puts another finger inside her.
I’m just about to rip his hand away before he removes it himself, and the words I’ve been waiting for come out of Paige’s mouth. “Do it, Rock.”
“Yeah, do it man,” Beef parrots, his grin wide as he looks at me over her shoulder.
I need no further invitation. Knowing she likes the bite of pain, I simply gather up more of her copious juices and smooth the lubrication over the condom, then position myself at that inviting hole and push in.
Paige gasps. “Rock!”
I work myself in, feeling Beef’s equally hard cock the other side of her thin membrane. It’s hot as hell as I thrust completely inside. Can anything get any fucking better than this?
Both of us practiced, we fall into our usual choreography. Beef pulls out, then hammers home as I’m working an alternating rhythm. Christ, she’s so tight I’m struggling to move in and out. With my brother’s actions and mine ramping up her excitement, it doesn’t take long before Paige starts convulsing between us. Gritting my teeth, I don’t let her take me over, not wanting this to end too soon.
“Girl’s got no stamina,” Beef observes.
“It’s you two,” Paige huffs out, her breath catching. “You’re too fucking good at this.”
“That we are, darlin’,” I confirm, not once stopping my sliding in and out motion. On her own, Paige hasn’t too tight a cunt, but with Beef in her too, well, her ass grips like a vice.
We forget about words, the pungent air punctuated by grunts, groans, and moans until, “I’m close,” Beef warns with a growl, and I swear I feel him swelling.
Allowing myself to get to that point too, I slap Paige’s ass hard. “Come for us,” I demand. And when she does, that’s all I need to go over.
Beef’s right there with me. Diva, who’s been watching and playing with herself, screams too.
Now the room is filled with the sound of four people trying to get breath into their lungs. Diva’s first to recover. “Christ, you three looked so hot! Want me some of that now.”
“Give us a moment.” Holding the condom, I pull out of Paige, helping her lift herself off Beef, who follows my action, quickly knotting the top of his latex. Pushing Paige to the side, I instruct, “Paige, on your back. You know what to do, Diva.”
With a grin, she slides down the bed and lowers her head, her tongue licking Paige’s cunt, circling her clit, her little fingers disappearing inside her while Paige writhes on the bed.
Beef half sits up, resting himself on his elbow to enjoy the show. I sit on my haunches. As they put on a display for our benefit, it’s not long before both our dicks harden again. When Paige starts screaming, Beef and I exchange places and put on fresh condoms. Now it’s Diva’s turn, and I’m the one sliding into her cunt while Beef’s on top.
Fucking love my life.
Eventually we’re all sated. Beef and I stand, get dressed, then leave the two exhausted girls cuddled and already half asleep on the bed. After a detour to the head I return to the clubroom and head for the bar, glancing around to see if Beef wants a drink too, only to see him already relaxed back on a couch with Allie on her knees in front of him enthusiastically giving him a blow job, her cheeks hollowing and her throat working as she swallows him down.
When Pussy hands me my beer I raise my bottle toward him in salute. As his eyes choose that moment to roll back in his head, I turn back with a grin. MC life. Fucking, fighting, and living life on the edge. Fucking brilliant.
The next couple of days pass like any other in the club. I work during the day, fuck and drink at night, and ride my bike as much as I can, enjoying the cooler autumn weather. I even manage to make it down to a casino in Tucson for a game of poker. It’s only on Monday, when Drummer calls an emergency church, that anything seems out of the ordinary. Not that I wasn’t half expecting it. Friday night’s revelations obviously suggested we’d be meeting again soon.
As usual, I arrive early, giving myself time to grab a beer and to hopefully catch up with Beef. Today’s sweet butt-come-bartender is Jill. Inwardly I groan. if I want that drink I’m unable to keep my distance.
“Rock!” Her eyes light up in delight as I approach. She puts her elbows on the bar and leans over. From here I get an eyeful of her bountiful breasts, the darker skin around her nipples clearly visible. “Hey. Wanna get together later?” Her hand comes out and touches my chest. “We’re so good together.”
Wrapping my hand around hers, I pull it away and place it back where it should be—on the bar, not touching me. “Nah, I’m alright.” If I go with a sweet butt I’ll make certain it won’t be her.
“Pussy’s taking over for me later, so I’ll be free.” When I shake my head she pouts, but isn’t going to give up. “What about you take me for another ride on your bike sometime? It was so much fun when you took me before.”
“No,” I snarl. I don’t like to be hard on the woman, but know I have to make myself clear. “Don’t have bitches on my ride. You know the score, Jill.”
A sly grin appears on her face. “But you made an exception for me.”
I had. Once. And how I was regretting it. Jill had been stuck for a lift back from town. Drum had rung saying I was the nearest brother, and would I mind? He knows I’m not as fixated on not having any woman up behind me other than, for me, a fictional old lady, than some of the other brothers. As a result, I hadn’t given it much thought at the time. It was only a short trip. The ride hadn’t been the problem, that she’d now been on the back of my bike was. Stupid bitch boasted around the club, made out she and I were together. Sure, I’d fucked her in the past, but she’d never stayed in my bed. And she’s not the first woman to have ridden up behind me. Meant nothing to me. But it had to her.
Reaching across the bar, I twist my hand into her hair, holding her face so she’s forced to look into mine. “How can I make it clear to you? There’s no you and me. Sure, we’ve fucked, but it wasn’t anything special.”
When I release her she’s still got a gleam in her eye. Stupid bitch. Those words with Drummer might need to come sooner rather than later.
A slap on my back makes me turn to find Beef’s joined me. Jill stomps off to get another beer, slamming it down so liquid spills and the bar top gets wet.
“Hey, clean that up!” Beef shakes his hand to dry it, his eyes narrowed on the sweet butt who does all she can to
get out of bartending duty. He knows exactly what she’s up to. “What d’ya reckon, Rock? Think I’ll have a word with Drum to put her on the rota seven days a week. Bitch needs more practice.”
I bark a laugh and watch in amusement as her eyes shoot daggers back, but Beef’s got this. He seems to grow in front of her face, making her quickly back down and go get a cloth. His gaze never leaves her until the bar’s been cleaned to his satisfaction.
“Fuckin’ sweet butts.”
“You’ve got that right,” I tell him. At least when the prospects were tending bar they didn’t talk back. “You know why we’re here?”
“Not a fuckin’ clue, Brother.” Beef frowns. “The Herreras gave us a month. Still, I suppose we need to talk about it and decide what to do before then. Could be they’ve brought forward decision time.”
I shrug. “Could be.”
I see Wraith entering, watch him give a fond look at Sophie. Then, as he walks past the bar he catches my eye. His good-natured smile immediately slides off his face and I instantly go cold. Fuck it. Does he know? I turn away and make a big thing out of taking hold of the beer bottle, raising it to my lips and draining it. Is this it? A feeling of dread settles inside me as I suddenly realise I might, after all, know the reason for this emergency meeting. Fuck, I hope I’m wrong.
Nonchalantly, as though I haven’t a care in the world, I saunter into church just as usual. There’s nothing to show there’s anything amiss. Wraith’s now chuckling at something Blade has said to him, Prez is looking at some papers he holds in his hands. Dollar’s polishing his glasses before perching them on his nose, and the others, like me, seem to be mystified at why we’ve been called in.
I relax and laugh at a joke Joker’s finishing off, my attention caught in time to hear the punchline.
The sound of the gavel meeting wood makes me turn to Drummer. Once again he’s staring down the table, his gaze settling on each of his men. His face, though, is not relaxed.
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