by Snow, Nicole
I wasn't sure if I'd be able to walk outta this clubhouse alive in the coming week. But as long as I had one more day, a couple good men, and my girl behind me, I'd die happy. As long as I got them away from this hell, I'd die like a man, working off the junkie fuckups I still deserved to burn for.
I got in late. The apartment was weirdly quiet, and I had to take a stroll through it to see that I wasn't alone.
“Where's Jackie?” I said, stepping into the bedroom.
Missy was curled up beneath a blanket, reading some shit she'd printed off the old computer. “Christa took her out to the museum. I know, you said no trips out of the apartment...but I figured after last night, that might've changed. She won't talk, Brass. She's really grown on you.”
My head started pounding. I leaned on the woodwork in the door frame and ran my fingers through my hair.
“Fuck, babe. You gotta tell me when you give the okay for shit like this. We're not free and clear yet.”
She sat up, her eyes wide. “Did anybody ask about me today?”
“No. The club was too distracted with other bullshit. I told my number one brother what's coming. He's cool with it.”
Missy nodded. She swung her legs over the bed and stood up, dropping the blanket. Did a double take when I saw she was wearing nothing on the bottom, not even panties underneath her long shirt.
“Shit! And you definitely gotta start telling me about that,” I growled, overwhelmed by the grin creeping across my face.
She stepped right into my embrace. I hugged her close, sweeping my hands down her ass. My cock perked up, ready to fuck both our brains out. Damned if I didn't need it after having Fang's evil eyes all over my mug all evening.
Yeah, baby girl, I thought. A dude can definitely get used to this if it's what an old man can look forward to.
I kissed her, rough as the rage and confusion still swirling around inside me. Fuck, there was a hint of sugar on her lips from this morning. Sugar and spice and everything very fucking nice.
I grabbed her hips and squeezed, grinding her bare pussy on my jeans. She gasped when she felt my hard-on.
“Brass...”
“What time does Jackie come home?” I asked, digging my fingers into her round ass. God damn. I'd never, ever get tired of it, and I couldn't wait to take her from every angle while she bounced all over my dick.
“Another hour. Maybe two,” she purred, brushing her sweet little lips against mine.
My cock thudded in my pants like a fucking jackhammer. Suddenly, the shitty day was turned on its head, and now I only had one thing to worry about: how many times I was gonna fuck her to the wall before the girl got home.
I was on her like an animal. Picked her up in my arms and flung her down on the bed, tearing off that shirt. Shit, she was missing her bra too, and those pretty pink nipples called to my mouth like sirens.
I fell over her, bracing myself with my hands. She squirmed and giggled as my chin moved down, rough stubble sliding over her throat, not stopping 'til I got her right nip in my mouth.
Holy fucking shit. Every part of her tasted good, and I swore her skin heated a few degrees hotter when I sucked, holding it between my teeth. I had a gift for biting a woman's tits just right, the perfect bite for making them slick and ready for my dick.
When I did it to my Missy, she rolled, hissing rough satisfaction as my tongue flicked her tip. I sucked it 'til it was soft in my mouth, then started on the other one I'd been tweaking with my fingers. When I went in her today, she was gonna be good and ready, wet enough to fuck as many times as I could manage during this precious time alone.
“Brass! Brass...” She slurred my name over and over, starting to go crazy as my stubble and mouth kissed their way down, stopping at the sweet wet V below her trim pussy hair.
It was like a fucking target for my mouth, and I always hit my bullzeye. She started to squirm with the first lick. One day soon I'd drive that self-conscious shit outta her. There was no way – absolutely none – she was getting outta having my mouth on her sweet cunt, lapping deep and long, starving for her taste.
Just let me lick. Listen to my tongue and behave yourself, babe. Don't worry about shit except how hard you're gonna come on my lips.
I couldn't say anything while I had my mouth buried in her sweetness, but I sure as fuck thought it. Couldn't think about anything else while I licked inside her pussy, relishing her taste, her smell, then moving up and making her body jerk when I lashed her clit.
Fuck, she was hot. Hot and responsive enough to make me forget all about the vipers nipping at my heels.
I licked deep. Hard. Loving. I surrounded her clit with my tongue, sucked it between my teeth, holding it there so I could press her sweetest button again and again, begging her to blow.
She finally did. I knew the minute her legs started trembling in my hands, shaking on both sides of my head. I pressed my fingers into her tender flesh and held her down, circling her clit with fresh licks like a fucking demon.
Her pussy thrashed against my face when she came. Her scream splashed my lips as she tightened up and gushed. Damn if I didn't push my face into her harder. This mess was my pride and joy, a sopping wet symbol of the effect I had on her.
Missy's fingernails pushed through my hair and dragged on my head. Didn't stop me from continuing my assault on her clit 'til she finally stopped bucking on my face. I could practically hear the explosion echoing through her body as she gave it up, coming on my tongue, coming just for me.
Beautiful. Totally fucking beautiful.
In the sweet peace I gave her, coming her pretty brains out, she didn't have to worry about a damned thing. And neither did I when I watched her, felt her, tasted her. If I could've stayed attached to that pussy for the next two days just licking, sucking, and fucking it with my tongue, I would've been a happy man.
But right now I'd be even happier when I let out some of the fire raging in my cock. I stood up while she was still twitching, coming off the high. Tore off my clothes fast and fished out a condom, loving how she was sprawled out and ready for me on the bed.
I rolled the condom on, crawled onto the bed, and pushed between her legs. She opened her eyes and looked seductive as fuck without even trying when I touched her.
“Babe, you better turn over right now. Get on your hands and knees. I'll show you how we make the most of things when our time's scarce.”
She moaned and I helped her up, watching her hot ass bob as she got into the perfect position. I reached up, fisting her hair, grinding my cock against her ass cheeks. Fuck, one day I'd take her ass too, but today was all about her pussy. No goddamned way I was gonna let that wet, sweet silk I'd stroked go to waste.
One push and I was in. Missy's whole body jerked, and I held on tight, jerking on her hair like the reigns they were.
We fucked hard. Taking her doggie let me make the deep strokes I loved, gradually picking up speed and tension, shaking her from head to toe. The bed rattled beneath my knees, giving her an extra bounce each time she fell back into me. I loved it.
I watched her tits from the side. Kept the tempo rising 'til they shook like ripe fruits beneath her, bobbing back and forth, pendulums of pure lust swinging each time my dick drove deep.
That fire in my nuts hadn't lessened one bit. Fuck no. It was growing stronger, spilling out my balls and racing up my spine. Hot lava churned beneath my dick and my balls started to tense up after a few breathless minutes of rough fucking.
“Come, babe,” I growled, reaching my free hand around her stomach. I found her clit and rubbed hard.
Just what she needed to tense up on my cock and convulse. Missy screamed, and then screamed harder when I jerked her head up, curling her beautiful brown hair around and around my fingers, spooling her to the limit before I joined her.
And I did a second later.
“Fuck! Don't stop shaking that ass. Grind into me, baby girl, hard as you fucking can.”
She took orders like a good girl,
even balls deep in her climax. My cock pressed against her womb and ballooned when her ass hit my pubic bone. I fucking lost it.
My nut came seething and furious, the kinda release that splinters your brain in half. It was like being lit on fire. Her screams disappeared into a breathless gasp as I shook my dick inside her, feeling the first hot come load blowing into the condom.
I didn't fucking stop. I kept rocking inside her, making shallow spikes deep in her pussy. Marking her, fucking her, loving her every way I could 'til my body gave out.
My heart beat like a fiend against my ribs. Jet after jet of flaming hot sperm shot up my shaft and pulsed heat through my muscles. I felt like I'd grown taller, swelled out, full of total love and lust like a fucking giant.
Shit. That's when it reached up and punched me in the fucking face.
If the club or the cartel didn't kill me, this girl would. She'd drive me absolutely fucking loco whether I had her in my arms or my dick buried inside her. Smack didn't have shit on the addiction she ignited in my blood.
I rolled, tugging her in my arms, pulling her to my chest. The big bear on my chest was like a landing pad for her face.
Something natural. Something good. Something worth fighting for no matter how miserable the odds were stacked against us.
“Rest up, babe. Don't go to sleep on me. We're not done here by a long shot.” I gave her a playful smack on the ass and she jerked alert.
The annoyed look on her face melted in a smile. “You're the only man who's ever gotten away with that, you know.”
I winked. “Fuck, I'd better be, babe. If anybody else has had his hands on this sweet ass, you point me his way and I'll knock his fucking teeth out. You know what this is?”
I reached for both cheeks and squeezed. She whimpered in my hands, then opened her eyes, snuggling into me, staring at the ink on my chest.
“It's my butt,” she said, laughing like an angel.
“And it's all fucking mine.” Why did that word always sound like a saw firing up in my throat when I said it?
Filled me with the same kinda primal fury I felt looking at Fang or Serial or any of the other assholes who'd fucked my club beyond repair. I'd never let anything take this body away from me. Never.
“Why do they call you Brass, anyway? Do bikers still have normal names behind all the crazy egos?” She asked.
I grinned. “It happened when I was a prospect. Everybody's got a different rite when they get in with the club. Some guys just make you do chores and shit – you know, serve them beers, polish their shoes, toss bottles and condoms after the parties. Others are downright fucks who like to see how much pain you can take.”
She shook her head sadly. “Sounds like a frat house.”
“Yeah, except this is a lot more serious.” Or that's what it's supposed to be, I thought, my heart darkening when I imagined all the ways our brotherhood went off the rails. “Anyway, there was this one mean fuck in Coeur d'Alene who always punched the prospects in the nuts. Hard as he fucking could, just short of leaving 'em sterile. I knew what was coming that night at the party, when all the boys were drunk and ready to fuck around messing with their new guys. There was an old brass doorknob coming loose in the bathroom. I stuffed it down my pants before it was my turn to serve that fuck a drink. Asshole broke his fucking hand when he nailed me in the balls. I got away a little winded. Nothing worse.”
She blinked, then laughed and shook her head. “That's crazy. What stopped him from killing you after that?”
“Prez took a vote to patch me in right on the spot. Said it was the hardest he'd laughed in years. Fuck, I'd give anything if Ox was controlling Redding instead of Fang. He was fucked up in his own way, but fair. Lot like Blackjack.”
“So, you're kinda the joker boy, then?” She dragged her fingernails along my chest. My skin sizzled, hair standing on end, crying to fuck her the second I was hard. “You never said what your real name is.”
“It's Jordan, babe. Jordan Reagan. Don't wear it out. Best time for me to hear it's when your pussy's exploding on my dick.”
“Jordan,” she whispered. “It's good. Strong. About what I expected.”
“Good. I'd have laughed in your face if you expected me to be called Manny or some shit like that.”
“I don't care what they call you. I know what I want, Brass, and it's right here.”
Fuck yes, she did.
Missy leaned down, flicking her tongue along my lips. A couple more flicks in quick succession teased me stupid.
Little devil. She knew how to work my ass as well as I knew how to work hers, and I loved it. On the fourth lick, I reached up and fisted her hair, holding her tight to my lips.
I wouldn't let her outta that kiss 'til she reached down and grabbed my cock, hardening against her thigh. She gave it a good squeeze and I grunted. I wanted to pull her thighs open and drive deep inside her, make her ride me for all she was worth, but I needed another condom first.
I saw red, thinking about how I had to get her that shit I had waiting in my jeans. Things would move a lot more natural after I gave her the pills I snatched from the club infirmary.
Not that I was gonna register a single fucking complaint about the filthy deeds going down in this bed all evening. No fucking way. Every day breathing in her sweet scent while I fused my dick to her was a good one.
I just hoped like hell there'd be many more to come, many more perfect days tangled up in my old lady.
“Come on, babe. We gotta get this shit locked in for Friday before you take off.”
She pulled on my cut, dazed at all the choices in the rental office. Reserving something to carry her and Jackie north was the best way to get them outta Redding without the brothers being able to track her down. Giving her my truck was way too risky.
“You're sure you can afford this?” she asked, her fingers running over a cherry red hatchback thing in the catalogue.
“Yeah. We'll be good as gold just as soon as my next club stipend comes in. Better to get our pieces together now.”
“But we don't even know where yet!”
She looked so damned confused, disoriented. I grabbed her hand and pushed my fingers through hers. Raw strength always reassured a woman, and I had no doubt it was gonna work on the one I wanted most.
“I like the look of that car.” I pointed at the bright red vehicle. “A little style, and not so much it'll draw attention. Extra space to carry your shit north, and plenty rugged for the mountains and forests we'll be dealing with past NorCal.”
She punched me in the arm. I grinned. “Careful, Mister. I just might decide to take that Harley up and have you drive Jackie in the hatchback.”
I laughed. She knew how to dish it out and take it. My kinda girl, as if it wasn't glaringly fucking obvious by now.
“All right. That one it is. It's even got some fancy USB shit to keep Jackie entertained. I'm gonna get both you girls new phones before we blow town, as soon as we're free and clear.”
I left her standing near the counter while I went to arrange the rental. I looked behind me while the skinny fuck with the thin mustache at the counter ran my card. Saw her walking off, probably heading for the restroom or something.
The kid passed me my printout and told me the car would be ready in a couple days. Perfect timing to get the reservation fee off my shit and pay it all in cash, same way I dealt with everything. Before I moved away, I looked him up and down.
The dude wasn't much younger than me, maybe a year or two. He looked like a little boy. I grunted. One thing I'd never regret about this life was that it made me a man, no matter how fucked up it could be sometimes.
If it wasn't for the club...I might've turned into something like that, and then I'd want to blow my fucking brains out. The civilian world wasn't for me. If I really and truly left the patch behind, then I'd have to find something else to do.
There had to be something out there to accommodate men like me. The world still needed a place for roughnecks
and road warriors, even if we were an endangered species.
There must've been something better than clacking keyboards or ringing up pissy, impatient customers at a place like this. Whatever it was, I swore I'd find it. Anything to rake in cash for my girls without lopping off my nuts was fine by me.
A man provides. I should've done it for Ma and Shelly back in Missoula, before my own sis was reduced to shaking her ass at a Prairie Pussy bar for spare cash. But my relationship with the ladies had been...strained, to put it mildly.
A fucked up home was all it took to drive me into the club, and then I found the sick paradise heroin offered. I shook my head, trying to do the math and figure out how many months it had fucked outta my life. Looking down at my arm, I saw the fading impression left by a fat needle. It was the last time those freaks in fake Grizzlies colors forced it into my veins after I betrayed them, trying to make me OD on the one thing I loved.
Blaze and Shelly saved my dumbass that night. I thought Fang did too, but he was just a king, moving his pawns around on the grand board.
You're gonna do better, I vowed. You fucking have to.
I waited impatiently by the restroom for Missy. She didn't come out for five minutes. Then ten. Then another five on top of that.
Weird, and seriously fucking suspicious.
A motorcycle growled outside, not far from mine. I spun around, just in time to see a dude with long black hair pulling away. It was quite a distance, but I'd know that damned patch from a hundred yards away.
Shit! The club!
My brain switched onto search, kill, and protect mode. I smashed the door open to the lady's room and called for her.
“Missy? Babe, where the fuck are you?” Nothing. Not even any feet underneath the stalls.
My heart started to beat like it was gonna go nova. I ran, threw myself onto my bike. I started her up and squealed outta the parking lot before I had time to think anything else, heading for the clubhouse.
I knew something was fucked up the instant I stepped into the bar. Half the guys' bikes were parked outside, but nobody was inside. It was a fucking ghost town.