by K. Renee
Chapter Eight
Fuck. I knew her going to that party would be a bad idea. I was a high school kid before and I remember exactly what we would do to get laid. Plus, I know what I want to do to her and I’m a grown man. Anslie and Casey are both fucking hot as hell, so I can only imagine what those assholes would do to get in their panties.
I dial my youngest brother Eli and tell him to meet me at the high school, then make the twenty minute drive in twelve.
“Yo brother, what are we doing here?” Eli asks when he pulls up.
“I need help getting Anslie and her friend Casey out of a party. I think someone slipped them something.”
“Fuck man. I thought Anslie was on lock down,” he snaps.
“Yeah, she is, but I guess Dom let her go to this party."
He shakes his head, but remains silent.
Me: where by the high school are you
Anslie: behind it I think.
Me: be there in a few.
“Follow me,” I growl.
I drive my bike towards the back of the high school, where the richer neighborhood is. Three blocks in, I see a shitload of cars, and we park our bikes by a driveway across the street from most of them. Walking up to the front door, I see a bunch of half-naked girls dancing on a table.
Fuck. I sure hope Anslie's not dressed like that. I will kill any motherfucker who so much as lays a hand on her. She doesn't know it yet, but she is mine and I won't let any little prick put his hands on her.
A couple of the guys eye us and our cuts as we walk in.
“What the fuck are you doing here? Bikers aren't welcome here, assholes,” some scrawny kid says as I walk by him.
Another wannabe tough guy walks up to me and says, “You're not welcome in my house, asshole.”
Too fucking bad, pretty boy. “I don't give a fuck. You have something here that belongs to me, so I suggest you get the fuck out of my way.” Eli steps up right beside me and the little prick shifts away from us, like most people do when my brother and I are out together. He may be the youngest of four boys, but he's just as big as Jase and me.
I spot Anslie out of the corner of my eye. She's slightly swaying and some asshole has his hands on her. I'm walking over to her when Mr. Football decides to take us on, putting his hand out to try to stop me.
Wrong move - I don't like people touching me. I grab his wrist and twist until I hear it pop, and he starts screaming like the little bitch he is. The screaming makes Anslie turn around. Our eyes meet and I can finally breathe again.
She starts walking towards me, but the douche who had his hands on her grabs her by the waist, and I see red. The bastard needs to get his hands off my girl.
Eli steps in front of me and punches Mr. Football, who's still screaming about his wrist. I leave him to it and make my way to the guy who has Anslie. When I reach them, I grab her arm and pull her to me. The prick goes to swing at me, but hits Anslie instead when she stumbles in front of me. I hear her cry out in pain.
Knowing this bastard hurt her, I push her behind me and hit the guy so hard in the jaw that I feel his bones crunch under my fist. Then I push him out of the way and grab Casey off the couch. The prick who was sitting with her stands up and Eli clocks him one in the temple. He falls to the floor and I hand Casey off to Eli, then grab Anslie's hand. We make our way towards the door.
Anslie's having a hard time standing, so I carry her the rest of the way.
“Get the fuck out of my house!” The preppy bastard yells out.
“Gladly!” Eli replies, putting his middle finger up in the air behind him. As we walk through the party, we're given a wide berth. Apparently no one else wants to mess with us tonight.
We get the girls out to our bikes and I realize that they're both really torn up. Casey can barely stand and Anslie's cheek is starting to swell. That little bastard is lucky I don't kill him for putting his hands on her. I don't care that he was trying to hit me - you never lay a hand on a woman. Ever.
Especially not mine.
“Casey, can you hold on to Eli?”
I see her shake her head yes. I sure hope she can hold on.
“Doll, you good to ride?”
“Yeah,” she slurs.
Eli gets on his bike and Casey follows suit, but she's having a hard time holding on. This could get bad.
“Bro, maybe ride with her in front of you.”
Eli just grunts in response. He hates drunk girls.
I get on my bike and Anslie slowly gets on behind me. Once I know she's ready, we take off towards Prez’s house.
Luckily it's not a long drive. The girls look like they're ready to fall off the bikes as soon as we leave. We pull up just as another bike is doing a drive-by. As soon as the guy sees us, he takes off. It's too dark to see his face.
Eli looks over at me with a questioning expression. I pull my phone out and call Dom.
“Yeah?” he grunts. I can hear loud music in the back ground and soft whispers next to the phone and I can only imagine what Dom is right in the middle of.
“We have a problem,” I bark into the phone.
“Fuck. What's up?”
“Just seen someone do a drive by on Prez’s house. Eli and I have the girls with us and they're trashed.”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Goddammit. I knew letting her go would be a bad idea.”
I knew he'd be pissed. “Where do you want us to take them?”
He sighs. “Bring them to the club house. Fuck, Prez is gonna be pissed.”
“Yeah. Just want to warn you, Ans has a swollen check.”
“Are you fucking kidding me!” he roars.
I hang up before he can yell any more. “Dom wants us to bring them to the club house. He doesn't want them here if someone is doing drive-by’s.”
Eli just nods his head and we're off again.
There's a party going on when we pull up to the clubhouse, where the doors are standing open. Half naked girls are everywhere. Typical Friday night.
I spot Sidney by the bar. As soon as I catch her eye, she starts making her way towards me.
Anslie slowly gets off my bike and Sidney stops dead in her tracks. I've never had a girl on the back of my bike before, and Sidney is looking at me like I've grown another head. I get off my Harley and grab Anslie's hand.
Eli is right behind me with a completely passed-out Casey in his arms. I drag Anslie with me and we go through the front doors, where we run into Raef.
“What the fuck happened to my sister's face?” he screams at me.
"Fuck off, Raef, I didn't do shit to her. You know I would never lay a hand on your sister." Of course they come after me - I was the one who picked her up. Maybe she wouldn't have to rely on me so much if those assholes answered their phones every once in awhile.
“Grab your brothers and meet me in my room. I only want to explain this once,” I growl.
Raef takes off and I lead Anslie to my room. Eli drops Casey in the middle of my bed, not caring how hard he drops her, while Anslie takes a shaky seat at the end of it.
Ten minutes later Dom, Robbie, Raef and Bentley all stomp through my door with pissed-off expressions. I knew they would come in here wanting to kill every kid at that party, and I don't blame them. I want that too.
Dom grinds out, “Fucking explain now!”
I look at Eli and he just shrugs. Asshole.
“I got a text from Anslie saying that she felt drunk and dizzy off a beer and a half. I'm pretty sure both the girls were drugged. We got there and the little preppy bastards were trying to keep us out. I told them we only came to get ours, and I broke one of their hands. Eli knocked some guy out and I broke the jaw of the bastard who hit Anslie.”
“Fuck!” Robbie growls.
"I want to put every one of those bastards in the ground,” Raef adds.
“Get in line, man,” I grumble. I want to do more than put those bastards in the ground. I want to torture the motherfucker who put his hands on Anslie.
; Those little pricks pretty much just dug their own graves. The guys won’t back down from someone hurts their sister – they'll want revenge. So do I.
Dom finally breaks his silence. “We’ll deal with the girls in the morning. Let them sleep it off. Guys, meet me in church in ten. We still need to talk about the drive-by.”
One by one the guys check on Anslie, kiss her head and then walk out. I get the girls some t-shirts and sweats so they can change.
When I'm the last one in the room with Anslie (except for a still-unconscious Casey), she breaks down and starts to cry. Fuck, I hate when chicks cry. What the fuck are you suppose to do with a crying bitch?
“I'm so sorry, Brant, I didn't mean for any of this to happen.” She sniffles.
I pull her against me. “Doll, I would do anything for you. You need help, you call me. Some little boy breaks your heart, call me. You need a ride home, call me. I’ll drop everything for you. Only you.”
She puts her head against my chest, her body shuddering against me. “Thank you, Brantley.”
“No need to thank me, doll, but I need to go see your brothers. I'll come check on you in awhile.”
She sighs. “You don't have to - I know the girls are probably gonna want some time with you tonight.”
She's jealous and it makes me hot as hell. “Doll, I have the only girl I want in my bed already tonight.” I kiss her forehead, shoot her a wink and walk out the door.
I'm the last to show up in church, and I’m surprised to see Prez is here, too. I wasn't even sure he was around - the last couple of nights he's been MIA. Maybe he's been shagging someone he doesn't want his kids to know about.
At least he's getting some. I haven't been able to fuck another woman since Anslie came waltzing into the clubhouse.
“You get a good look at who drove by my house tonight?” He demands as soon as I walk in. Dom must have already filled him in on what happened.
“No, Prez. It was too dark and I was more concerned about the girls' safety.”
Prez looks at me for a minute before he speaks again. “Thank you for getting the girls out of there before anything else happened.”
I wave him off.
“Do you think they're gonna attack us soon?” Robbie questions.
“No, I think they're still scoping us out. Word in the street is that they're trying to figure out our deals. They want to move in on our pussy business,” Prez says like this isn't a serious matter.
Raef shakes his head. “Why do they need the inside scoop on that? Anyone can open a strip club nowadays.”
Prez strokes his beard and shakes his head. “They're more curious about our girls and the clients from our side business.”
We all look around the room with shocked faces. “Side business?” I ask.
He sighs. “Sadie is a madam and runs her business through the strip club.”
Shit, this could get bad.
“So how do we protect what's ours?” One of the newer guys asks.
“We keep those bastards away from both the clubs and our families.”
That's going to be easier said than done, especially with the Raiders already sniffing around Prez’s house. After we talk strategies in case they attack, Prez calls an end to church and we all make our way out into the club, where I head to the bar for a beer. Sidney comes sauntering up, shaking her ass a little more than her normal strut. ‘‘Hey baby,” she purrs.
I just nod my head in acknowledgement.
“What do you say we go to your room and have a little party of our own?” She says as she runs her nails down my chest, stopping right above my cock.
I surprise her by saying, “Naw, I'm good, but I'm sure Eli could use a little company after our night. He needs to relax.”
I'm pretty sure that if looks could kill, I'd be ten feet under right now.
“You too good for me now that you've had a piece of that jail bait ass?” she screeches at me, and I snap.
I don't mind these bitches talking shit to me, but I won't let them talk about her. This bitch has no idea who she's dealing with. I grab her by her throat, lean into her and whisper, “You ever talk about Prez’s daughter like that again and I’ll put you in the ground.”
She scoffs and hurries to the other end of the bar as soon as I release her. Fuck me. This night can’t get any worse. I watch Sidney flirting with the other guys, and I just want to go to my room and sleep. This day has been hell.
I head back to my room for a little shut-eye. When I open the door, I find Anslie asleep on the chair that I was planning to sleep in tonight, wearing the shirt that I left her. Seeing her in just my shirt makes me want to rip it off her sexy little body and bury my dick into her tight little pussy.
I pick her up to move her to the bed, but she grabs me and holds on tight. She whispers, “I don't want to sleep with Casey, I wanna lay with you.”
Fuck me, hearing her say those words instantly gets me hard. I sit in the chair and situate her on my lap so she doesn't feel my hard-on. Her face is pressed into my chest and her hands are tightly wrapped around my waist.
I feel her breath through my t-shirt. Her body fits against mine perfectly, and I want to strip her down so fucking bad, but I stop myself from taking it any further. I have to remember she's not eighteen yet.
After a few minutes, her breathing evens out and she relaxes even further into my body. I fall asleep breathing in her scent and holding her body close to mine.
Chapter Nine
I wake up to the feeling of a warm, hard body under me. I feel like I just got hit by a bus, but the only thing that I can think about is the man underneath me. His body is hard in all the right places and I want nothing more than to get to know his body in more detail. My hand travels to feel his rock hard torso. His erection is poking me in my thigh. I open my eyes, slowly look up and see the most amazing, slate grey eyes looking down at me. He has a smirk on his face as he continues to watch me run my hands along his smooth stomach.
I blush and shiver as his hand cups my face and his thumb rubs down my jaw. “Mmm doll, you feel so good against me,” he rasps.
I lean into his hand, while his other hand is on my back, pushing me more into his body. Bringing my face up to his, I press my lips to his mouth. My body is humming from the closeness. I can feel his body heat through his thin t-shirt that I put on last night.
He licks my bottom lip and runs his tongue along my lips until I deepen the kiss. I open my mouth and his tongue slips in, probing mine. After a few seconds, we break apart, panting. He drags his mouth down my throat and to my collar bone, licking his way back up my neck.
I swear I've forgotten how to breathe. I have never had anyone kiss me senseless before, but then Brantley makes me feel a lot of things I've never felt before. His erection is even harder and he's holding me against him, while slowly moving me up and down his body.
I slide my hand down his stomach to the button of his jeans and look over to make sure Casey is still asleep before I unbutton them. Before he can stop me, I slip my hand inside. He moans quietly, my hand gripping his throbbing cock. As I start stroking up and down his huge cock, my hand slides over the piercings at the tip and along the underside. I’ve never felt one before, so I take my time exploring him and his piercings. I tug at the piercing at his tip and he moans. I keep sliding my hand up and down faster and start applying pressure every few strokes.
Brantley has his left hand in my hair and his right hand slowly making its way down my stomach. I see the need in his eyes and I gasp as his fingertips brush along my wet panties. He moves them to the side and slowly runs his finger along my slit. His middle finger slips between my wet folds and he slowly works it into my core until he's knuckle deep. He adds another finger and I can feel my orgasm starting as he continues to pump his fingers in and out of me with a steady rhythm.
I moan and squirm, while he kisses a trail down my neck to the top of my breasts. Pushing my shirt down one shoulder, the hand from my hair has moved down
to my chest. He begins kneading on my breast and sucks a nipple into his mouth while moving his finger over to my other breast. Drawing circles around it, he simultaneously rubs my clit with his thumb, and my body starts to hum. The tingle in my spine is almost too painful. He whispers in my ear, “Just let go for me, doll.”
My eyes cross and my muscles cramp. I come so hard that I see stars. I've given myself pleasure before, but the pleasure Brant just gave me blows it out of the water. Holy hell. He makes my whole body come alive with just one touch.
When I come back to my senses, I shimmy down his body until I'm on my knees. I've never given head before, so I'm sure I'm going to do it wrong. But I want to make him feel as good as he just made me feel, so I pull his jeans down enough to get his cock out.
“Doll, you don't have to do this,” he protests.
“I know, I want to,” I reply. I've never wanted to go down on someone before, but I want to for him.
I slowly lick up and down his thick cock before I suck the swollen head into my mouth. My tongue brushes over his piercing and I boldly tug at it. He groans and puts his hands on my head, slowly thrusting himself in and out of my mouth. As his cock begins to swell, I add some suction with my mouth and taste his salty pre-come. I roll his balls with my free hand, giving them a slight tug. He moans and rasps out that he’s gonna come. I feel his cock swell before he empties himself into my mouth. I suck him dry before I pull my mouth off his cock.
He drags me up his body and kisses me hard. When we finally break apart, I sigh. “That was amazing.”
“Yeah, doll, I have no words for what we just did.”
I close my eyes and lean back against his hard chest. He wraps his arms around me and we fall asleep.
I wake up to a banging on my door. Thankfully, Anslie is still passed out, so I pick her up and set her on the bed with Case. I kiss her forehead and make my way to the door before whoever is out there wakes the girls up.
I open the door and come face-to-face with my old man, who's VP of the club. Cason must have caught him up on what's been happening.