F*CKERS (Biker MC Romance Book 7)

by Scott Hildreth

  “Well, we did rock, paper, scissors, and I won,” I said. “She wanted to put a bullet in your head, and I wanted to believe you. So, tomorrow, after you and I agree on some terms, I’m going to let you go.”

  I expected him to cheer, start crying, or somehow show the joy that I was sure that he felt. Instead, he simply sat and stared.

  “What you got nothing to say?”

  “You said not to say anything unless I was asked.”

  “Speak free or whatever you said earlier.”

  He took a drink of water, looked at Joey, and nodded. “Thank you.”

  “For fucking what?” I asked. “She wanted to kill you.”

  He looked at me. “You won’t regret this. All a man has is his word, I gave you mine. It’s all I’ve got.”

  “Listen, motherfucker,” I said. “I don’t want to swap spit, make s’mores, or sing kumbaya. You’re being freed because she believes you. If it was up to me, I’d be shoving veggies up your ass until you were 64 years old. I’ll be back tomorrow, and if you spill that cup, you’ll be walking to Temecula a pretty thirsty man.”

  I turned to Joey. “You ready?”

  She gave a nod.

  We walked out of the trailer, and closed the door. As I locked it, she looked at me and laughed.

  “What?” I asked.

  “Tarantulas? Tabasco? Cucumbers? Now I know why they named you P-Nut.”

  I doubted she did, but I entertained her anyway.

  “Oh yeah? Why?”

  “P for Percy, and Nut because you’re crazy.”

  “But you love me anyway?”

  “With all my heart,” she said.

  We strapped on our helmets, hopped on the bike, and rode toward the sunset. In a matter of minutes, it was pitch black. The clear sky was filled with stars. In the distance, I noticed one shoot across the sky and flicker out.

  And, while the ATF agent undoubtedly thanked his lucky stars that Joey made an appearance in his life, I did the same.

  Chapter Forty-Three

  Joey

  Albert called me in for a meeting. Certain my managerial duties were coming to an end, I walked to his office and knocked on the door.

  “Enter.”

  I pushed the door open.

  “Close the door behind you, please.”

  Crap.

  I pulled the door closed.

  “Have a seat.”

  I sat down.

  “I’ve decided to cut the six-month thing short. There’s not much sense in continuing.”

  “I thought I’d been doing a good job. I’ve increased profit by 11%, reduced Blane’s hours by 10 per week, and in turn, decreased payroll by 6%. I’m sure in time it will get--”

  He raised his index finger, and cut me off. “I’m cutting it short because I’m giving you the job.”

  Holy cow.

  “Oh. Wow. Permanently?”

  “That is correct.”

  A cheesy smile formed despite my best efforts to prevent it. “You won’t be disappointed.”

  “I know I won’t.”

  “Do I have all the freedom in the world to make changes that I believe will make improvements?”

  “You’re the boss. The buck, as they say, stops with you.”

  “What if you disagree with my decisions?”

  “I won’t second guess a manager,” he said. “Unless the sales figures go below the benchmark.”

  I knew that would never happen. “No matter what?” I asked.

  He gave a sharp nod. “No matter what.”

  “Thank you.”

  “Undermining a manager’s decisions doesn’t make for an effective manager. I’m an asshole,” he said. “But I’m an intelligent asshole.”

  I stood. “Anything else?”

  “That’s it.”

  “Again. Thank you.”

  “Thank you, Joey.”

  I walked through the door, and to the parts department. Blane was on his phone. I purposely walked behind him and glanced at him. He was updating his Facebook status.

  “When you clock out tonight,” I said. “Take your stuff with you.”

  “What stuff?”

  “Anything you want to keep. I reminded you of the company’s policy on Facebook. You signed the employee manual. Yet, you continue as if you don’t care. You’re officially fired.”

  He shot me a condescending look. “You can’t fire me.”

  “I just did.”

  “You’re not even the manager. My dad outsells every other salesman in the--”

  “I am the manager. Go get a job working for your dad. You’re done working for me.”

  “Fucking bitch,” he snarled.

  “Keep it up,” I said. “And that guy who bought the tank console will be paying you a visit.”

  He clenched his jaw, looked at the timeclock, and then at me. “Fuck you. I quit.”

  “As long as you leave, that’s all that matters to me.”

  He stomped to the timeclock, took out his card, and punched it.

  “Have a nice life,” he said over his shoulder.

  Believe me.

  I intend to.

  Chapter Forty-Four

  P-Nut

  Joey’s eventual acceptance of my kidnapping the ATF agent proved to me she was in it for the long haul. There was no doubt in my mind that she’d make it through the thick and the thin. I needed to make her feel the same way about me, but had no idea how to prove myself to her.

  “Yours is better,” I said.

  Her fork clanked against her plate. “It is not.”

  “Damned sure is.”

  “This place is the best Italian in San Diego.”

  “According to the reviews. How many of those people have eaten your lasagna?”

  “None.”

  “Precisely.”

  She lifted her fork to her mouth and took a bite. After swallowing, she smiled a shy smile. “Thank you.”

  “For what?”

  “Everything. For bringing me here.”

  “You shouldn’t have to cook every night.”

  “I like to cook for you.”

  “And, from time to time, I like to take you out so you don’t have to.”

  “From time to time, I’ll accept the invitation.” She took a drink of wine. “This wine is making me loopy.”

  “That’s what wine does.”

  She leaned forward, glanced over each shoulder, and then met my gaze. “I want to suck your dick,” she whispered.

  I let out a light laugh. “You’re drunk.”

  “Drunk and horny.”

  “Well, there’s not going to be any dick sucking in here, and it’s pretty tough on the sled, so you’ll just have to wait.”

  She rested her chin against the palm of her hand and gazed into my eyes for a long moment. “I’ll suck your dick in the street.”

  “In the street?”

  “Yep.”

  I took a drink of my beer and studied her. She was adorable. Not because she was willing to perform oral sex on the hot asphalt, but because everything about her, when assembled, defined perfection.

  She was flawless.

  “I might take you up on that one of these days, but right now we need to finish our meal.”

  She sat up and let out a sigh. “Okay. But the offer stands. Now, and always.”

  “I’ll keep that in mind.”

  As she ate, I studied a couple across from us. As they ate their meal, the woman frequently checked the status of her baby, who was sleeping in a car seat at the end of the table. Given the child’s size, my guess was that he or she was only a few weeks old.

  I found it reassuring that instead of making excuses on why they couldn’t, that the couple found a way to go out to eat with a newborn baby.

  “Did you see that little baby over there?”

  She smiled. “When we came in. She’s adorable.”

  “How do you know it’s a she?”

  “She’s wearing pink.” />
  “Oh. How old you think she is?”

  She shrugged. “Maybe a month. Not two or three, that’s for sure.”

  “That’s cool that they brought her with them.”

  “I thought the same thing.”

  I found it reassuring that we often shared the same thoughts and feelings. It seemed infrequent that we disagreed on anything.

  “What are your thoughts on kids. I mean, you know, when the time comes?” I asked.

  “What about them?”

  “It’s something we haven’t talked about. It’s like we’ve avoided the subject. Do you want kids?”

  She twisted her mouth to the side, and then began poking at her food.

  In the past, the thought of having children brought along with it thoughts of responsibility, restriction, and sacrifice.

  When I thought about having children with Joey, the only thoughts that came to mind were joy, love, and commitment.

  Beyond her, I watched as the woman carefully lifted the child from the seat, cradled her in her arms, and rocked her back and forth. The baby seemed so delicate. It hadn’t been something I’d thought about much in the past, but as I watched her, it immediately came to mind how reliant a child was on a parent’s care.

  “Look.” I motioned toward the mother. “That baby’s tiny.”

  Joey turned around, watched for a moment. Upon the mother noticing Joey’s interest, she waved. Joey waved in return.

  The woman smiled. “|Do you have any?”

  Joey shook her head.

  “Not yet,” I said. “But we will.”

  Joey spun around. “You want kids?”

  “With you?” I asked.

  She rolled her eyes. “Yes, with me.”

  “I’d love it. It’d give someone for Smokey’s twins to play with.”

  Her eyes lit up. “I’d love to have a child.”

  “Children,” I said. “Close to each other in age, so they get along.”

  “That’d be awesome.”

  “Stop taking the pill,” I said.

  Her eyes shot wide. “When?”

  I shrugged. “Right now, if you want.”

  “You’re ready now?”

  “We won’t have one tomorrow,” I said. “It takes time. I’m just saying. I’m ready.”

  She smiled. “I love you.”

  “I love you, too.”

  We finished our meal, and I paid the tab. On our way out, we took one last look at the couple, and their baby.

  “She’s adorable,” Joey said as we passed.

  “Thank you.”

  “How old is she?”

  The woman beamed with pride. “Two weeks.”

  I glanced at her husband. He was smiling from ear to ear.

  “Holy cow,” Joey said. “That’s young.”

  “Start them out early, and they never complain. This is number four for us.”

  “Congratulations,” she said.

  “Thank you.”

  We exchanged smiles, and Joey and I walked to the door. After grabbing a mint, I noticed a trash can buy the door.

  “Let me see your purse,” I said.

  “Huh?”

  “Let me see your purse.”

  She handed me her purse. I rummaged through it, found her birth control pills, and held them over the trash can.

  “You don’t have the guts,” she said. “If you drop them, it’s on like Donkey Kong.”

  They hit the bottom of the empty container with a clank.

  I glanced at the canister, and then at her. “Bring it.”

  She raised her index finger in front of her face, and wagged it back and forth loosely. “It’s been brought.”

  She was right. I’d had been.

  And I was forever grateful.

  Chapter Forty-Five

  Joey

  In the center of the driveway, Percy sat in his folding lawn chair, drinking a beer. It was his favorite place to relax before we met, and as much as he liked spending time inside the house with me, getting him to give up his outdoor time was difficult.

  As instructed, I walked outside, stepped in front of him, and did a half-assed curtsy. “Well?”

  He looked me up one side and down the other. “I love it.”

  I couldn’t believe he bought me a dress. Even more, I couldn’t believe I was wearing it. It felt great to have the confidence to wear whatever I wanted, and I thanked Percy for helping me with that.

  “I do, to.”

  “Did you do what I said?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I said no panties.”

  “Oh. Yeah. I left them inside. But you can’t tell in this one.” I brushed my hands against my hips. “It’s loose.”

  He took a drink of his beer and grinned. “Put my cock in your mouth.”

  I glanced up one side of the block, and then down the other. “Excuse me?”

  “That night at the Italian restaurant, you said you said you’d suck my cock in the street. Driveway and street are connected, so it’s the same difference.”

  “I was half drunk.”

  “Most honest people on the planet are drunks and kids. Put my cock in your mouth.”

  “It’s still daylight. Kind of.”

  “It’s dusk.”

  “It’s still light outside.”

  He took a drink of his beer and set the bottle aside. “Be creative. Act like you’re tying my boot. Something.”

  The thought of doing it began to overcome my natural reluctance not to. Within a few seconds, my pussy was a disastrous wet mess.

  “Stop it,” I whispered. “You’re making me uncomfortable.”

  “Too late for the innocent act,” he said. “I know you, remember?”

  “Uncomfortable down there.” I glanced at my crotch. “I’m soaked.”

  “Let me feel it.”

  I glanced over each shoulder, and then sighed.

  “Do it on the sly.” I stepped in front of him. “Don’t show the neighbors my ass.”

  It was the time of day when the daylight quickly became enveloped by the darkness of night. It simply hadn’t happened yet. I could see all the way up the block, which meant the neighbors could also see me.

  I scanned the block nervously.

  His finger circled my clit.

  “Stop it,” I whispered.

  He slid his finger back and forth along my wet lips, and then pushed it inside.

  I exhaled a sharp breath, and then sucked one in. It felt so good.

  “Crap,” I gasped.

  “Being fingered in the driveway beats getting fingered on the couch, doesn’t it?”

  I nodded. “I think so.”

  He slid his finger in and out a few times, and then teased my clit. I glanced over each shoulder. It was slowly becoming darker, but I could still see the silhouettes of all the homes, their landscape, and the cars.

  The sound of him unbuckling his belt caught my attention. My eyes shot to his lap. I gawked as he pulled his stiff cock out and began to stroke it. “Turn around and ride me.”

  “Right here?”

  “Right here.”

  “How?”

  “Lower that little wet pussy down on my cock. Just act like you’re sitting on my lap. It’s an advantage of wearing a dress.”

  I wagged my knees back and forth. Although riding his dick in a rickety lawn chair while the neighbors watched through their windows was on my list of will nots, my throbbing pussy made arguing with his request impossible.

  With slight reluctance, I turned around. With my eyes fixed on the neighbor’s porch, I slowly lowered myself into his lap. Long before my thighs came in contact with his, I felt the tip of his cock begin to penetrate me.

  Dear God.

  Bracing myself with quivering legs, I took every inch of him into me. Slowly. When I was finally resting on his lap, I let out a sigh of accomplishment.

  “Holy cow. That felt good.”

  He let out a laugh. “We’re not done.”


  “I know. I was just saying. That was awesome.”

  He leaned forward, kissed my neck, and then moved his mouth to my ear. “Ride. My. Cock.”

  My eyes fell closed. I drew a breath and then nodded. “Okay.”

  With the precision of a driveway sex guru, I bucked my hips at a methodical pace, taking him into me fully with each downward thrust.

  His girth stretched me to a point of complete satisfaction, and his length reminded me of my limitations each time I overeagerly strove to force all of him inside of me.

  I opened my eyes.

  Two houses over, the neighbor peered out his window.

  Yes, Mr. Kline, I’m fucking the man I love in the driveway.

  And. It. Feels. Great.

  I slowed my pace upon seeing him, and then decided it didn’t matter, and I didn’t care. Within seconds I was back into my rhythm, taking every inch of cock that Percy offered me.

  I watched Mr. Kline curiously as he watched me. The excitement of it all began to fill me. My body began to tingle. I wanted to reach climax so bad, but I further wanted Percy to do the same.

  I felt his arm against my right thigh. Then, his fingertip began circling my clit.

  I bucked my hips wildly. He teased my swollen nub. Within seconds, I couldn’t take another second of it.

  “Come,” I breathed. “With me.”

  “You better hurry,” he whispered in a broken voice. “I’m about done. Your tight little pussy is killing me.”

  It was all I needed to hear. With my eyes fixed on the nosy neighbor, I fucked Percy’s dick like I was mad at it. Six strokes of my hips later, and my back arched and my pace slowed.

  “Fuck yes,” I whispered. “Fuck…Yes.”

  His hands clenched my hips. His body shuddered,

  And, he exploded into me.

  The feeling of his coming inside of me was unlike anything else. It was sensual, indicative of love, and just plain hot.

  As I relinquished control of my mind and body to my orgasm, my mouth opened wide. My jaw stretched tight, and my legs stiffened.

  In a few seconds, my muscles relaxed.

  I collapsed against his lap.

  “Holy Cow. That. Was. Awesome.”

  He kissed my neck. “You know when you get up, that cum is going to go everywhere, right?”

  “You need to hose the driveway down anyway.”

  “You’re probably right.”