by Cat Porter
She stood before me, not moving a muscle. “All right, honey,” she murmured, her arms rising around my shoulders.
I adjusted Grace in between my legs, hooking an arm around her waist, my one hand sliding down her thigh. I buried my face in the side of her neck, inhaling her light flowery scent like it was the antidote to all my ills.
She lit a cigarette for me and put it between my lips, and I inhaled hard on it.
Let it go.
Grace rambled on about the friends she and Butler had bumped into when getting beer as she pushed my hair back, lightly stroking the sides of my face. I focused on the rhythm of her speech, the bounce of her voice, as she told her story.
“Dig, tell me about the VP of the Flames of Hell.”
“Finger?”
“Yeah, we saw him, too. He’s pretty damn scary with those scars on his face and his two middle fingers missing.”
“As a prospect, he got caught in a war with a big national outlaw club out in the Midwest. They scarred up his face with two letter Fs on each cheek and chopped off his middle fingers as a lesson for his club to stop giving them the finger and heel to what they wanted.”
Her body tensed. “Oh God.”
“What bands are playing tonight?” I asked, suddenly desperate to change the subject.
Grace told me the lineup. Eventually, her voice mellowed, slowed, matching the pace her hand stroked down my middle. We smoked some weed as the party rolled around us. Night fell. The humid air clung to our skin and our clothes, and then it lifted just a bit with the light breeze, which sifted through the tall trees against the star-filled black sky. Booming bass and screeching guitars rose in the distance.
“Do you want to go hear the band play?”
“No, baby. Sorry.” I still felt like shit, and I also thought I should stay away from any Broken Blades for the rest of the night. Not to mention Finger. Shit, shit, shit. “My head is still…you go.”
“No, I want to stay here with you,” she whispered, her fingers sweeping through my hair.
At the edge of our group, Alicia, her eyes trained on Zed, sauntered over to the Blades president. Zed slung his arm around her neck, bringing her body against his. They walked off together in between the curve of bikes winding all over the field. Angel sank her fingers into Jump’s long braid, tugging his head back, as he watched his old lady in the grips of another man. He immediately hooked a finger on the chain of her vest, yanking her close. Grinning, he leaned down and took her mouth in a rough deep kiss.
“Here we go again,” I whispered against Grace’s hair.
She giggled softly. “The funny thing is, Alicia doesn’t get jealous when they do that. She likes swapping.”
“They fucking do it often enough. Keeps shit unstale for them, I guess.”
“You want to do it?” Grace asked.
I stared at her. “What?”
“I mean, Jump and Alicia have been together about as long as we have. Are things stale for you?”
I turned her around in my arms, my hand cupping her jaw. “Is that what you think?” My breath tightened in my chest.
She shrugged. “It’s just that, everywhere we go, there are women you’ve had, ones I know of and plenty I don’t. And there are more that just want to have you in any way they can.” She raised her chin out of my hand. “It’d be easy for you to…”
“Yeah, it’d be very easy. But that doesn’t mean that I’m going to do it.”
She swallowed. “You used to be impulsive. You didn’t have to think about it. Now—”
“Now I got you, and that’s what I want.” I filled my chest with air and gratitude. “You think I remember them all? That I recognize them even? A few, but definitely not all.” My lips twitched.
“Oh, don’t be an asshole.” She poked me in the stomach. “No, I don’t think you remember all of them or give two shits actually.”
“I don’t.”
“But there are always new ones all the time.”
“Always will be.”
I tucked her hand in mine, and she stared at our clasped hands.
“What’s goin’ on, babe?” I asked.
“I just feel like you’ve been holding back from me.”
“Babe, I just need some sleep.”
“You always need sleep! What was that all about before? Why did you attack that Blade?”
“That girl he had with him, she’s young. She’s got no idea what she got herself into.”
“Sometimes, they do, though, Dig. I stopped feeling sorry for them a while ago. Some of these girls put themselves out there and do stupid things just to get your attention, and you idiots eat it up.”
“Well, I don’t usually give a fuck either. It’s their choice to do the shit they do. But she was different, really young and all doped up. Did you see the fanny pack she had on?”
Grace nodded.
“That’s the Blades’ goody bag for the evening. Some other little girl is probably carrying the rest of it. If the police come, they can’t search minors like they can the rest of us. She’s a safe bet for the stash.”
“Multitasking brilliance. Fuckable, stashable…an endless source of entertainment for so many. All-purpose party female.” Grace let out a dry laugh.
“Yeah.” I nibbled on her neck. A fierce hunger for her flared through my every muscle at the sound of that laugh, my fingers digging into her flesh. “Fuck ’em. Come here, baby,” I breathed against her skin. My tongue ravaged her mouth. “I like being impulsive with you.”
“I guess everyone handles it differently, like Jump and Alicia do,” she murmured in between kisses.
My hands ran up her sides, under her halter top, and palmed her full round breasts, which were free of a bra today. My thumbs rubbed over Grace’s hard nipples, smooth pebbles under my touch, and she let out a soft moan. I kissed her again, but her eyes remained in the distance. I glanced in the direction of her gaze. Jump and Angel kissed and groped each other. Suddenly Jump threw her over his shoulder, and they disappeared down the hill.
“Jump could never keep it in his pants” I said. “He wants what he wants, and Alicia handles him her way.” I pushed up Grace’s shirt and released a breast to the cool night air.
Fuck, look at that. A handful of pert silk all for me. My cock stiffened against my jeans.
“I still can’t figure out if she likes it or if she’s just doing half the shit she does to keep up with him,” I muttered as I bent over and lapped at her nipple with long swirls of my tongue.
She let out a cry, her fingers raking through my tangle of hair. “A little of both, I think. It’s their thing.”
“Yeah, whatever gets you hard.”
Fuck, there was a lot more to being in a relationship than I’d realized. Attentions wandered, and passions drifted over time. Seemed natural. But they’d drift back if the core was quality, wouldn’t they? Drifting raised dust clouds though. You could easily get lost in the haze, get distracted by the debris.
My fingers tugged on her tit until her nipple got pointy and stiff. “Aw, baby, look at that.”
She hissed in air as my head dipped to hers. I nudged at the seam of her lips with the tip of my tongue and stole inside her mouth. She sighed all around me, and a hush settled in my chest. My fingers brushed over her other nipple, and she jumped ever so slightly in my arms. She pressed against me, her bare tits crushed against my shirt, as my tongue slid against hers. My wildflower maiden of the woods held me tight, wanting more from me. Liquid heat seeped through my veins.
“You feel how hard I am for you, Wildflower?” I whispered in her ear, rocking my erection up between her legs.
My headache finally relented, and that pounding ache manifested itself in a new way. She hugged me tighter.
“I need you on my cock, baby.”
Her hands slid around my back, under my shirt, slipped down the gap in my jeans, and over my bare ass. A shiver raced through me.
“Let’s go to the bonfire, find a spo
t, and see who else is sharing and swapping,” she whispered, letting out a soft giggle.
“Baby, you like watchin’, don’t you?” My hand kneaded her breast, tugging on it.
She let out a tiny gasp and nodded, biting her lip.
I laughed. “You wanna watch while I do you?”
“So articulate,” she whispered against my lips.
I grinned. “I knew my college girl would appreciate that.” My hands left her skin and reached out to the metal latch at the end of my bike, releasing the silky nylon of our sleeping bag into my grateful hands.
She moaned loudly, and her head rolled back.
I glanced up at her riding me, her bare skin lit in the shadows of the moon, her nipples wet and hard from my sucking, her fingertips digging into my shoulders.
Oh, yeah, almost there. Al-fucking-most.
I loved watching her come. I loved listening to her come. I loved that she thought it was funny that we were sliding all over the goddamn sleeping bag.
Grace fell off of me letting out a yelp. “Oh, shit. Damn it! Baby?”
We both erupted into laughter.
“Wait…” I repositioned under her and pulled her down over me. “Here. Oh…ah, yeah…” I thrust inside her again, groaning. “Yeah. Oh, yeah. Baby, that’s it…fuck.”
The trees whispered over us as I jacked up into her harder, keeping her hips close. My thumb rubbed over her slick clit as she got lost in the rhythm of her movements, taking me with her, higher, harder.
“So fucking wet…”
She let out a tight cry, her neck stiffening, and her eyelids jerked open even wider. Her hands slid higher on my neck and tensed there. Her mouth slackened just a tiny bit more. My balls tightened, ready to explode, but she had lost our rhythm again.
I lifted my eyes to hers, but her gaze was trained elsewhere, across the trees. Where we had watched Butler and Clip getting it on with a couple of giggling tourists, stripping them of their clothes and making them kiss each other, as I had fingered her, while rubbing myself up against her ass. Clip had then taken his chick a ways off, but Butler had pushed the other one to her knees and fucked her face. That was when I had turned Grace around and positioned her over my lap.
My brain cells scattered and tightened all at once.
I raised myself up a few degrees, my bleary eyes straining in the dark. There he was, Butler, with his eyes on my woman. My woman who had my cock inside her, making her come. Or maybe I wasn’t making her come. Maybe her pussy was gripping my cock at the thought of Butler fucking her?
“Things stale for you?”
Obviously, I should have asked her the same goddamn question. Obviously, I hadn’t wanted to hear the answer.
Heat simmered through my body, and my every muscle strained not to crush her in my hands. I took in a gust of air, and holding her tight, I bit into the side of her tit. She yelped, her attention disengaging. I licked over the bite and took the tip of her breast in my mouth, roughly sucking on it. Grace winced as I tucked her ass closer into me. She ground down once, twice more, and I fired off inside her, her body shuddering over me. I tightly gripped her ass in my hands, and she sank her face in my neck, murmuring, trembling.
Soft laughter, deep moans, and rhythmic grunting rolled through the woods.
“Look at me.” My voice came out harsh, clipped.
Her lips brushed over my chin as she tried hard to focus on my eyes, her breathing erratic.
“Look at me, baby,” I said through gritted teeth.
She raised her head, level with mine, and I wiped the hair from her face and off her shoulders.
“Yeah, that’s it.”
She adjusted herself over me, rising up, but I kept her down over my cock. Her eyebrows lifted, and I ran a thumb across her swollen lips.
“I love you, Wildflower.”
She smiled in the shadows and kissed my thumb.
“You know that, right?”
She nodded. Her shoulders dropped, and she sighed, taking my thumb in her mouth.
Goddamn it. Nothing better than watching her do that.
Well, now, that isn’t true, is it?
“Now you’re gonna suck my cock, baby.”
Her mouth stopped moving, releasing its suction on my thumb, as her fingers tightened their grip around my hand.
“You’re gonna get me ready,” I whispered, taking my hand back and squeezing her tits together.
She winced, her body stiffening.
“Then you’re gonna get on your hands and knees, hold on to this tree over here, and I’m gonna fuck you hard till you shout my name out loud for everyone to hear. ’Cause you’re my old lady, aren’t you?”
She blinked, thoughts registering on her face. It broke my heart.
I didn’t think Grace would ever act on her attraction to Butler, but something must be missing from us for her to be open to him. She was getting something from him that she wasn’t getting from me. This could go from random crush to Something Else really quickly, and that was Not Going To Happen. Butler and Grace’s little mutual fascination society was going to come to an end.
“You’re full of shit. How’s that?”
Miller’s biting words, the accusatory tone in his voice from the last time I had seen him, flashed back at me. Yeah, I was full of shit. This applied to me and my little fascinations, too, didn’t it? Got to clean that dust and debris away.
I took a swig from the bottle of Jack at my side and pulled her off my cock, none too gently, and she grunted. I kissed the side of her face, but she stiffened against me. Her heartbeat raced under my hand, her muscles tense.
“I’ll take care of you baby, always do, don’t I?” I whispered in her hair, my voice hoarse.
She only nodded her head, her breathing choppy. My fingertips dug into her ass cheek, and a sharp intake of breath escaped her lips.
“Get to it, woman.”
She grabbed the Jack from beside me and tipped the bottle back, taking a long swig, her hard gaze never leaving mine. She licked her lips as she shoved the bottle in my chest.
Grace wedged herself between my legs, and she got to it.
THE REST OF THE RUN that had started at Crazy Horse continued on smoothly for me and Grace, but the tension my outburst had created between the Jacks and the Blades never broke. That truly sucked, and it also pissed Mick off.
A week after we’d gotten home, Grace had told me she wanted to get her first tattoo, my name somewhere on her body. I’d chosen her ass, of course. She chose the blue wildflowers I’d used when I deflowered her at the Hippie Hole. She held my hand the whole time Ronny inked her, my chest tightening, as our names slowly rose on her skin, linked in the leaves of that blue flower.
“Hey, you doing okay?” Alicia stood in the doorway.
“Yeah, it’s good,” Grace said. “Ronny is truly a master of his craft.”
“Yes, he is.” Alicia eyed Ronny as he cut his ink gun and adjusted his glasses.
His lips tipped up. “Hey, chickie. What’s up?”
“Hi, hon. I want that tat you told me about for my back. The lotus flower with the dragonfly?”
Ronny’s eyes narrowed at her. “Oh, yeah? You sure?”
Her blue eyes flared. “Definitely! I know Jump took off with that dancer, Monica, for the weekend. On a run to Hound, my ass.”
She glared at me, and I only shook my head. She was right. Jump hadn’t gone up to our North Dakota chapter. He was in Deadwood, holed up in some hotel with Monica, fucking and gambling all weekend. But I couldn’t get in between a brother, his good time, and his old lady.
“Well, baby, I’ll be done here in ten minutes.” Ronny winked at her. “You pour yourself a drink in my office, and I’ll be right there, and we’ll take care of you,” he said slowly.
Alicia’s face softened. “Okay, honey. See you guys later.” She spun out of the room, her heels tromping down the hallway of the shop.
Ronny glanced up at me, his glasses low on his nose. “I’m go
nna give her that beautiful one-of-a-kind tat with my signature on it, and that son of a bitch is gonna know when he sees it on her bare back that when he was getting it from his lousy whore, his old lady was getting it from me. Each and every time. Years, I’ve been telling her to drop his ass, but she won’t listen. That’s all right, though. That fine woman comes to me to make it feel better. Who am I to say no?” The ink gun buzzed back on, and Ronny got back to work on Grace’s wildflower, a smile on his face.
I had no doubt that Alicia wouldn’t let any opportunity go by to put her long hair up and show off Ronny’s colorful masterpiece wearing a bikini or tank top, not to mention insist Jump fuck her from behind as often as possible. Jump had fucked up, and his old lady had found a way to make sure he never forgot it.
Grace grinned up at me from the table, and I kissed her hand.
Jump and I stood in the open doorway of the shed, motionless.
Butler laughed, holding Grace in his arms, spinning her around the shed, not a care in the goddamn world.
Carefree newlyweds about to cross the threshold.
Except Grace was grimacing, punching his shoulder.
“Please put me down, Butler!” Grace pushed against him, letting out a yelp. “Please!”
Something flashed behind my eyes. I blanked.
His hands on her.
Holding her.
The fucker was convinced he was God’s gift to womankind.
I was done.
I ripped her off him, gripping her wrist. Grunts and shouting filled the shed, Boner and Wreck rushing behind me. Butler held his hands up in the air, bullshit tumbling out of his mouth.
“She’s my old lady. She’s mine, goddammit!” I smacked Grace’s ass to make my point to him, to her, to everybody. “She’s got my mark on her. I’m the one in her day and night. Not you, not ever.”
“I wouldn’t fuck your old lady, man. You’re my brother. That shit just isn’t done.”
After a quick tribunal where Butler whined and moaned, Wreck got Grace out of the shed, and I beat Butler down, punching him senseless, finishing him off with my knife. But I didn’t feel any better.
“Enough, man!” Boner pulled on my arm, ripping me off him. “Enough!”