Devil Seeker

by Clare Power

  She gives them a small smile, “Hello. It’s nice to meet you all,” she says. I see the boys get the idea behind why I like her.

  “Hey, Babe.” CC replies, “That’s a hot fuckin’ jacket.”

  Kat’s smile turns to a full watt grin, “Cheers! I did the artwork myself.”

  “Where you from, girl? Hell of an accent you got there.” Brewer asks.

  “My dad is American while my mom is English. I’ve spent the last twenty odd years in England,” she grins, “Just moved here about two months ago and I’m working to get myself sorted out.”

  I fuckin’ love this, getting loads of info on her without it looking like I want to know. Glad my brothers are such nosey fucks.

  “When you say you did the artwork, what did you mean?” asks Shades.

  “I mean I design and paint things; custom tanks, helmets, leathers, even the occasional van. Just about anything like that, really. It’s what I used to do in England and after I get situated here, I intend to open up a speciality paint shop. I do anything from pinstripes and flames to realistic stuff like these,” she indicates the jacket and helmet, “to working on new techniques in 3-D art.”

  Well now she has everyone’s attention. I don’t know if I like that shit. Chances are that if the jacket and helmet are any sign of what she can really do, then she is fuckin’ good and all my brothers will be interested in her. Fuck.

  “Do you know what I do for a living?” I cut in.

  “No.”

  “I design custom bikes, I have a degree in engineering design.”

  She gives me a broad smile and I know she’s gonna be worth fucking more than once. I’m already way too interested in her for it to be a one-time deal anyway so I’m not exactly irritated at the idea of having her around for a while. In fact, the whole idea of Kat is beginning to sound better and better.

  Kat

  I swallow my disappointment at Backfire being in an MC and I’m strangely nervous as I approach him and his friends. They aren’t really different, and yet they are. All MC’s vary to some degree from each other and I don’t know enough about the Cycle Devils to know exactly what to expect.

  I stand slightly back from them, vaguely wondering what to do next when Backfire opens his arms to me. I walk into them, not wanting to make him look bad in front of his brothers, but I sort of like the idea of being in his arms too.

  He holds me close to him as he introduces me to his friends and we begin a very normal conversation. I even start to relax in Backfire’s arms and begin to look forward to the ride coming up. Maybe this is a good sign that they aren’t as I had previously thought, but it would be irresponsible of me to let my guard down too soon.

  The group begins to go off in separate directions¸ leaving me alone with Backfire. I stay in his arms without comment for another minute, just breathing in the scent of him. He smells of clean man; mint and leather. It’s intoxicating.

  “Hi,” he smiles, turning me to face him in his arms.

  “Hey yourself” I smile back. We’re not exactly touching anymore now, but it wouldn’t take much for us to be pressed together. After everything I’ve assumed about MC bikers, I can’t believe I feel so turned on by this man. I can’t let anything happen without knowing more, so I go for easy, “So how does this work?”

  “The registration desk is over there, I’ll come with you.”

  Backfire

  I walk her over to the desk that’s being manned by my brothers, Sock and OB. They are the two prospects that are closest to being patched in and they are our runners today.

  “This is Kat and she’s with me,” I say to OB as he hands her a form and I hand over the money for her entry fee.

  She looks at me in surprise but I raise my eyebrow and she backs down a bit. I hope it’s because she has the brains to know to talk to me in private and not in front of my brothers. Yeah, I see it in her eyes that she didn’t like the gesture, but tough. I’m impressed that she knows when to keep her mouth shut.

  After she fills in the form and hands it over with a shy smile, she turns to walk back but I grab her arm and again, she doesn’t say a word. She just waits for me to take care of my business and that to me is a fuckin’ good sign.

  Kat

  What am I doing?

  I’m just going to go with the flow. I won’t say what’s on my mind right now to him because I have enough sense than to cause him to think he is losing face in front of his brothers. One day, just get through this one day and it’ll all be over.

  Backfire pulls my arm for me to stop, turning me to face him as he states the obvious, “You did good in front of the guys by keeping your mouth shut about the money. Before you say anything, I asked you here today so I pay your entry fee. Three times now you’ve kept your thoughts to yourself and I can tell you hate not telling me where to shove it, but the fact that you aren’t tells me a lot about you. You’re doing good, babe.”

  With that, he lets my arm go and continues to lead me back to the group, “Since this is a charity ride, we aren’t doing this in club order so you can ride next to me. I just need to know if you’re used to riding in a group.”

  “Yes, I am. In England I used to go on a lot of charity rides, MAG runs, that sort of thing. I should have no bother being safe in a group.”

  “MAG?”

  “Motorcycle Action Group, the British Riders’ Rights Association. It mostly started out as a protest against helmet laws and now campaigns about laws that the powers that be in Europe want to bring in. I can be safe,” I assure him.

  “Alright then. You can ride with our group.”

  “It’ll be an odd sort of date if we rode apart, don’t you think?”

  He stops and pulls me to face him, “I never thought of that. I don’t date, and yet here we are.”

  “Well when someone asks you to meet them somewhere to do something with them, don’t you consider that as asking someone out on a date? In my experience, that’s how it’s done, but I suppose it’s of no matter. One date won’t kill either one of us,” I smile as we reach his bike.

  It’s a one of a kind custom-built bike that only has a solo seat, so I look at him and he grins, “I would have put a bitch pad on for you.”

  “Well I’m glad you didn’t have to. It would have spoilt her lines.”

  He smirks, “Bring your bike over here, babe,” so I nod and take off to fetch her.

  I see others getting ready for the ride, so I do the same. I idle on my bike, ready to go as Backfire and his brother Shades make their way to me, letting most of their brothers go before tagging in at the back of their club in front of the prospects. At least there is another girl on a bike riding with the club, and others have girls on the back of their bikes so I’m feeling excited and confident right about now.

  Backfire

  Interesting. I’ve never considered asking a bitch to do something with me that didn’t involve sex as a date but I sure as shit will accept that term with Kat. But if she thinks for one fuckin’ second that she can just cut and run after the ride, she’ll fuckin’ learn that she’s with me until I say she can go.

  The ride goes great, but I’m only interested in the woman riding at my side. She does real good. She keeps up and I don’t have to resort to pulling her out of the group onto a side street, using the prospect as a buffer between us and the main group.

  I’ve got to know more about this woman. The more I watch her, the more I fuckin’ want her.

  Kat

  I have no idea why I did it, but instead of doing the sensible thing at the end of the run like going home, I go back to the clubhouse with Backfire.

  What on earth was I thinking?

  We ride into the compound around the clubhouse, which literally is a big, old house. It stands in a very large plot with a privacy wall all the way around it. As well as the house itself, there are a couple of buildings clearly visible at the side. The front of the area is basically a huge parking area for all the bikes, with a few truck
s spread throughout. Down the other side of the house is a grassy area leading out to what looks like a huge back garden.

  I park my bike by the other woman who rode her own bike. She is a tall, blonde lady; beautiful and seemingly unselfconscious about it, making her all the more striking because of it. She rides a Harley Street Glide and I’m a bit envious. It’s a beautiful bike.

  “I’m Lori,” she introduces herself, “the rest of the party is at the back of the clubhouse.”

  Lori doesn’t need to tell me that she is with Brewer because she has patches on her back to say so. The top rocker says Cycle Devils, with the bottom patch saying Property of Brewer. Whatever works for her, I suppose.

  “I’m Kat,” I reply, “I was invited by Backfire.”

  She does a double take, but after a second passes, she nods and asks, “Do you want to go to the party straight away, or make a side trip to the ladies?”

  “Ladies, please.”

  The clubhouse is not exactly what I imagined on the inside. It’s fresh, clean, and bright, with what looks like fresh paint too. I quickly realise that this was probably the reason for Backfire’s shopping trip at the DIY store the day I met him. The ladies room is also sparkling. It even has a loo roll and smells of bleach, which tells me they went to a lot of trouble to make this place clean and presentable.

  Lori is quiet as we use the facilities and once we are finished, she leads me out the back where we walk toward the men who are waiting for us.

  “What do you want to drink?” Backfire asks.

  “Diet Coke, please.”

  He gets me my drink and grabs my hand to pull me along with him, taking me further around to the side of the clubhouse, past a no entry sign enforced by a prospect where I find that we are alone.

  “Ok,” he says, “let’s be straight with each other. There was a problem when you saw me today, wasn’t there? What the fuck was that all about?”

  I decide honesty is the best policy. “I didn’t realise you were in a motorcycle club, and to be honest, I was hoping you were just a regular biker, so I found myself a bit disappointed.”

  His eyes narrow on me. “Are you saying that you don’t like my club?”

  I get the idea that I need to tread carefully here. “It’s not exactly your club that’s the problem. I don’t know your club or how it runs. I’ve met some members of motorcycle clubs before and it isn’t a lifestyle that I would choose to live for myself is all.”

  Now he’s visibly not pleased. “Have you ever hung out with a club?”

  “No, just someone on the outside looking in.”

  “Did you like what you saw?”

  “For the blokes, it looks like a great time, but for the women? Not so much. It all seemed so restrictive to me and that is not at all how I want to live my life,” I say, but I don’t meet his eyes. I’m stronger than this, or so I thought.

  “So you are judging my club and me based on other clubs,” he almost snarls.

  “No, I’m not. Otherwise, I would have found some excuse to have left already– probably at the end of the ride.” I quickly spit out. Now I’m able to look him straight in the eyes. I can see that he’s a man who expects nothing less.

  He nods, taking the conversation in and thinking it through.

  “What are you going to do now?” He’s not backing down for a second.

  I look at him in surprise. “What do you mean?”

  “I mean, I want you to stay with me tonight. In my bed,” he smirks.

  “Excuse me, but I hope I didn’t hear you right,” I say, shocked.

  “Start thinking about it now and be ready to accept it. You’re here with me and I expect to have you sooner rather than later.” He waits for a moment and when I find I’m at a loss for words at his statement, he goes on, “Listen, we’re both adults here and before you found out I was part of an MC, you agreed to meet me so you must have liked something about me, not my patch. I’m the same man you met a week ago.” He’s cocksure of himself and I like it, but there is no way in hell I’m going to inflate his ego any more than it already is.

  “Look, Backfire. I admit that there is something about you; your good looks and the idea of you being a biker was what caught my interest. Today was a shock when I saw that you are not just a biker, but you belong to an MC, something that I have made a point of staying away from, but nevertheless, here I am, but my intentions obviously differ from yours. I was expecting to learn a bit about you and your club. I know how you men like to bed your women quickly and get them on their way in the same manner, so in answer to your question, I do like you, but I don’t even know you. I didn’t come here to have you tell me that I’m staying here to sleep with you. If I thought that was your intent, I never would have shown up today. I’m not going to be one of those women who just jump into bed with you because you say so. You have obviously picked the wrong woman and I’m sorry that you’ve wasted your time.”

  I get up to go when he grabs my arm, stopping me, “Stay with me tonight, Kat. We don’t have to fuck, but I have every intention of getting to know you, and for you to get to know me.”

  Oh My God. Now What do I do?

  “Well aren’t you blunt. Look, it’s not that I’m not attracted to you, but I don’t like that that was what you were expecting from me tonight. Now, with that being said, I would like to stay and get to know you better, with no strings attached,” I sit back down and look him straight in the eyes and ask, “So what happens now?”

  “Now we party,” he says as he moves into my space. He hesitates for just a second before pulling me in for a kiss. It’s gentle at first with his tongue running over my lips until I finally open for him. He takes that as his sign and plunges his tongue deep into my mouth.

  I am so fucked.

  Backfire

  The afternoon festivities involve the public and focus on a pool contest inside the main club bar. My girl’s not interested at all in that, so we spend the afternoon outside looking at the entrants in the mini bike show we organized for the ride participants, which she seemed to really enjoy. We also had stalls set up with face painters and shit like that for the kids and a pig roast. You can do an awful lot in the back.

  Because the day’s activities are pretty much open to the public, we have every member and prospect on alert in case anyone is fool enough to cause trouble in our house. Having all these fuckin’ strangers mean we can party, but none of us are getting drunk, well at least not yet.

  The clubhouse is closing to the general public at 8pm and I keep Kat pinned to my side while we party into the night. My brothers aren’t quite sure what to make of my behavior, giving me odd looks since they’ve never seen me like this with a woman. Luckily, they’ve decided to let me be and save the wise cracks for later.

  When it’s just us and the grounds have been checked, we relax and start to enjoy the night. The back has been cleared of outsiders and people are chilling out there with their drinks. In the main room, an area has been cleared for the ladies to dance and old eighties rock is playing as they begin to let their hair down.

  Kat

  Lori comes up to Backfire and I and says, “I’m stealing her for a while, big guy. She can’t stay by your side all night. Girls have got to have some fun.”

  With that she drags me onto the dance floor where the women are dancing in a big circle. They make room for us and I start to dance.

  “This is Kat,” Lori shouts to the group on the dance floor.

  We all shout our hello’s to each other, but it’s too chaotic to get their names. Regardless, they’re welcoming me so I go with the flow. After a few more than a few songs, I need a break so I drop out and head to the bar. The prospect behind it hands over a bottle of cider. I’m hot from dancing so I drain it in one go and grab another bottle to keep me going.

  Another girl joins me, “I’m Wizz,” she says as she too gets some liquid on board. She has short blond hair with pink and purple bits. It suits her. She’s taller and slimmer t
han me, which is no surprise since I’m quite short. She’s also dressed in a hippy type top and jeans. “Are you coming back for more?”

  I glance at Backfire but he’s deep in conversation with Shades and some others so I nod and go back to the girls. It’s more fun there anyway.

  I can’t keep dancing properly because of my ankle so I do the “bottle holder dance.” It works for me. I spend the next hour dancing, drinking, and having a giggle with the girls. Even though I don’t know them, we seem to be hitting it off rather well, which is a good start. I believe it’s possible that I’m a little bit drunk. How did I let that happen? The best course of action is to not question it, just go with it.

  Backfire

  For all her worry about club life, Kat seems to be having a good time. I had a quick word with Brewer, our VP, and Lori to explain that I may be jumping the gun with my intentions toward her, but I was looking to get to know her more than in the biblical sense. So, when Kat isn’t by my side, Lori is looking after her and showing her around. They go off and dance with the other women and Kat seems to fit right in with them. It always helps if a new girl can fit in and hold her own with the others because the last thing we need is petty shit going on between the women. That’s never a good thing.

  At the end of the night, I have her in my room. I can tell she’s tired and she’s had enough to drink, but it’s not the reason I take her away from the party. During a conversation, she’d innocently made a comment about the cops and about how they’re not bothering us about the noise like they do her. I don’t know what’s going on with that, but I feel pissed off that she’s getting fucked with by the cops and I want to know why.

  Once I have her alone, I ask her what she meant by it. She tells me that someone is fuckin’ harassing her by calling the cops on her when she starts up her bike or turns on her radio. She has no clue who’s gunning for her and why they have singled her out. This is what seems to really upset her because she doesn’t know what she’s done to upset anyone and how far this person is willing to go on with this.