“Good fight, brother. Your little trouble maker was yelling at the top of her lungs, cheering you on the whole fight. I thought she’d puke, didn’t tell me she was such a cool bitch.” Him and London smile at each other and she squeezes his arm, then he hands me a small towel and a beer.
“Thanks, man.” I wipe the blood off my face and chug half the beer. I’m still hyped up and ready to get London by herself. I need to get us out of here. I know someone here will stir up shit if I hang around for too long.
“You 'bout ready to take off?” I ask and look down at her. She knows exactly what this means. She’s been teasing me since the grocery store. It’s all been foreplay leading to this. It’s time I quench my thirst, and London’s just the right one to fulfill it.
“Actually, can we have a few beers first? I was too busy watching you, I didn’t even have one.” Ahh, so she’s a little nervous. It’s cool. I’ll give her a chance to get her confidence back. She needs to relax some and I need to have a little down time anyway. I may end up hurting her unintentionally if I take her right now. I am a little numb to some feelings and I would hate myself if I gripped her too hard or was too rough. I love a good, hard fuck, but I want her to enjoy all of it, not get scared.
“Actually, we usually head to the clubhouse and drink there so we don’t have to spend money where we just won it.” I pull her close and rub the tip of my nose down the side of her throat and it makes her shiver. I stick my tongue out just a little to make it cool when I pull away and the air hits it.
“Okay, that sounds like fun.” She smiles at me and her eyes are dilated. Good, it won’t be long.
We all load up and ride back to the club. We drive back faster because we all have extra energy from the adrenaline. After a fight, everyone’s in a good mood, wound up and ready to party. We get back to the compound and head out back to a big bonfire the prospect got going for us. I sit beside the fire in one of our wooden Adirondack chairs and pull London on my lap. I shift my knees so she can get comfortable. He tiny shorts seem to shrink even more when she sits down.
“Prospect, get us some beers!” I holler over the music. Guns ‘n’ Roses’ ‘Patience’ is blaring into the black night. A few seconds later, London and I are handed a cold beer. I pull London back against my chest and wrap one of my arms across her waist. It’s warm still but after such a hot day you can get a chill sometimes at night. Plus, it gives me a good excuse to have her molded to my body. I see some of my bros checking her out and I want her all over me.
“You comfy, sugar?” I whisper close into her ear. I feel her shiver again and it makes me smile. She must be sensitive on her neck. I nip at her ear lobe lightly. She turns toward me and our noses touch.
“I’m more than comfy, Cain.” She leans in and starts to kiss me. Her lips are soft and her mouth is cold from the beer she just took a drink of. I suck her tongue into my mouth and then draw on her bottom lip. After her lip pops out of my mouth I dive back in to kiss her. Her tongue follows mine as I try to get as much of her taste as possible. I pull away slowly and look into her eyes. She’s so fuckin’ gorgeous. She’s always made my heart beat fast. I tuck her closer to me and begin to kiss and suck on her neck; she tastes clean and a little salty from the humidity still in the air. Her hair is surrounding my face and all I can smell is her flowery shampoo. She smells so good and girly. It’s such a huge turn on that she’s so girly, so different from me. I’m hard around the edges and she’s curvy, soft, and feminine. I love her hips and tits, gives me something to hold onto. I stand up and pull her with me.
“Come on, baby, it’s time.” I swear if we wait any longer my dick might shoot off like a rocket out of my pants. She nods and follows me back to the clubhouse. On the way, I snatch up two new beers for us. We make our way down the dark hallway to my room. I’m glad I cleaned it up today so it’s not a total pigsty. I lock my door and set the beers down on the side table next to my bed. London is standing in the middle of my room, with her arms crossed in front of her body, looking lost.
“Come here, baby.” I hold my hand out to her and she walks straight to me. When she gets in front of me I reach behind me over my head and pull off my shirt. I see her eyes look all over my chest and arms as my muscles flex with my movements. I see her take stock of each tattoo covering my body and there are a lot. I’m covered; hands, fingers, arms, shoulders, pecs, neck and my back. I also have a large tattoo that takes up most of the front of my left thigh that’s the same as my cut. It has the Oath Keepers top rocker and the Texas bottom rocker framing the insignia.
I lean down and start kissing her neck. It got her hot the last time, so it’s a good place to start. She steps closer toward me after a minute. I run my hands down her shoulders, her arms, her sides, and lightly run my fingers under the hem of her tank top. I slide my hands upward, taking her top as go and find her tits are bare. Baby wasn’t even wearing a bra. Her rosy nipples are puckered and I can’t help myself, I lean down and take one of the buds into my mouth. I suck deeply and she lets out a little moan.
I reach down to undo my button on my jeans; I can push them down when I’m ready. I run my hands over her sexy little stomach until I get to her shorts and her stomach muscles tighten when she realizes I’m about to take them off. I let the nipple fall from my mouth and switch to her other tit, showing it some attention, sucking and playing with the peak with my tongue and lips. My tongue is pierced so I run the barbell back and forth over her nipple. I push her shorts down and feel she’s wearing a tiny G-string. There’s barely any material there and it makes me feel like my dick is going to explode, knowing she was pressed up against me on the back of my bike earlier with hardly any clothes on. God, if I had known that, we wouldn’t have made it back here without me stopping off on the side of the road somewhere.
I walk her backward toward my bed until the backs of her knees hit then I lightly push her down onto the bed. My nostrils flare as I breathe her in. She’s absolutely stunning; her creamy skin highlighted by the long, black hair spread out around her. Her tits and cheeks are flushed again, it turns me on to know I got her like this and have barely done a thing to her yet. That’s how I know she’s turned on, she has that little tell. I snap the strings on her panties and shove them into my back pocket. I lean down and rest one knee on the bed between her thighs. I take her in. Her pussy is bare and her little plump lips glisten with her cream. I bend down and suck her lips into my mouth, licking up all her cream that has leaked out then stick my tongue into her core. I put two fingers deep inside her and she moans.
“Oh God, Cain.” Yes, baby, call me God.
“Baby, this cunt tastes so good, I could eat you for hours.” I coat my tongue in her cream and then lick over her clit quickly. I feel her cum soak my fingers that are pumping in and out of her deeply, slowly.
“Fuck, Cain, I want you. Please stick your cock in me, please.” I push my pants and boxer briefs down. I reach over and grab a condom. London takes the condom and rolls it down my dick while pumping it and squeezing it a few times. I pull her to stand up and she looks at me, confused. Oh, she thought this was gonna be good ol’ missionary. I don’t think so. I walk her backward again and push her against my bedroom wall. I put my fingers deep inside her for just a second. I want to feel her tight cunt squeeze around my finger again. Her pussy juice runs down my hand, confirming she’s ready to take me. I’m fairly large and don’t want to hurt her too much. I grab a thigh in each hand to wrap around my hips and pin her to the wall. I slide into her wet pussy in one smooth thrust.
“Oh fuck!” she moans out huskily.
“Yeah, London? I thought you were ready? I thought you wanted this cock deep inside your tight pussy?”
“Yes! Oh I did, Oh I do! Yes, just do that!”
“What, baby? You want me deep inside, pounding this pussy? I’m gonna pound it, baby, don’t worry. I’m gonna fuck this little pussy so hard you have trouble walking tomorrow.”
“Fuck, Cain! Please, give i
t to me!” Her nails dig into my shoulders as she holds on. I bend my knees so I can sink in at a different angle and drive my dick up into her, hard and deep. I pound into her a couple hard times and I feel her pussy start to spasm.
“Milk my cock, baby, take that cum deep. Good girl.” I shoot off and my cum goes into the condom. I kiss her softly, deeply, and slowly for a few beats. Then I slide her down my body so her tits rub against my chest and set her down on her feet.
“You good, sweet cheeks?” I ask quietly and hold her upright so she can get her bearings.
“Yes, thanks, that was ummm, that was just…wow! Do you want to lie down? My legs feel kind of like Jello.” Her voice is a little shaky and it makes me smirk.
“London? Did I say we were done?”
“Umm, no?” she says like it’s a question.
“Get on all fours on the bed. I’m going to spank that ripe ass and make you come some more. I’m not going to be done taking that pussy for a while,” I tell her seriously. What kind of lazy ass has she been with before me? Once? She’s fuckin’ crazy if she thinks I’m giving this chance up. Never mind, I don’t want to picture her with anyone else.
Chapter 3
Three months ago…
“What the fuck you mean you’re goin’ to Tennessee?” She can’t just show up at the clubhouse spewing some shit after we’ve been fuckin’ for the past three months. I don’t work that way and she should know this by now.
“I’m so sorry, Cain, but I have to go check on Emily and make sure she’s okay. I told you how psycho her ex, Jeremy, is.” She looks rushed. She’s standing in the club parking lot, car packed full of her shit with the engine still running. Yeah, the bitch didn’t even turn off her fuckin’ car to give me this news.
“When are you comin’ back?” I sound like some whiny ass. But shit, she’s got me pretty hooked on her shit.
“I don’t know, I’ll be gone as long as she needs me, I guess. I told you before though that I was already looking to move up there. I’ve been planning to transfer to the college for a long time. We’ve talked about this, Cain.” She looks at the ground as she says this. I can’t believe a chick is fucking saying this shit to me right now. I don’t give a shit if I think of her as my girl or not, this is fucked up and I’m pretty fuckin’ pissed.
“So you’re saying you aren’t coming back then?” I squint at her, trying to get a read on her feelings and movements. She has her arms crossed against her tits in a defensive position. It’s almost like she’s waiting for a fight and is ready to say what she has to in order to leave quickly.
“I’m saying that I’m going to check things out up there, if I like it and I find a job then yeah. I’ll be staying up there.”
“Just like that, you gonna stop by on your way outta town? Not even offer me a chance to chill with you before you go? That’s all I’m worth, huh? After three months of being with each other all the time, just a quick ‘see ya’ as you drive by.” Her eyes fill with tears when I say this. I wish I could say I feel bad for making her feel guilty but I don’t. My heart hurts right now, not only has she become my girl but she’s become a good friend to me and I’m fucking pissed. I obviously didn’t mean the same to her as she means to me. I understand that now though. I get it. Never should have looked twice at the bitch. She already has her fuckin’ mind made up, I’m done wasting my fuckin’ time on this conversation.
“Pl-please Cain, don’t make this harder on me, please,” she says quietly and a tear drops down her cheek. Her bottom lip trembles slightly and her lashes are wet from her tears. She’s breathtaking right now, yet crushing at the same time.
“Naw, boo, this is what you wanted. I must have just forgot to put my feelings on hold. Maybe I was fucking stupid enough to think you were happy and wouldn’t want to fucking move! But you know what? Fuck this shit, London! You go do what the fuck you want. You always do anyhow. I just won’t have to have the same pussy every night anymore. Have a real good fuckin’ life in Tennessee. I’m out,” I say sarcastically. I shake my head and turn around to walk back into the clubhouse and drink a fifth of whiskey. Maybe two, however many it takes to make this conversation disappear.
“Cain, please don’t ruin our friendship because you’re angry. I care about you, really I do. I’m so sorry. I wish I had time to talk about this more to you, but I have to leave.” Her voice shakes as she says this, but I just can’t bring myself to feel bad for her. I’m so angry, I’m boiling inside that she’s pulling this shit.
“Yeah, sounds good. Just fuckin’ get outta here,” I say, gruff and quick. I walk inside the building without saying anything else. She won’t come inside like that. She knows the club does not tolerate any kind of drama with females. If a female starts shit they get thrown out and banned. It’s an easy way to keep the crazy and cat fights out. Cats, huh? Fuck me; this is going to take some getting used to. She’s overtaken everything in just the short time we’ve been fooling around.
“Hey, brother, was that London I saw out in the parking lot, upset?” Twist asks me anxiously as he walks up beside me. He’s always excited when he sees her. She’s always bringing him his favorite sandwich or cookies. I swear, the brother has probably put on ten pounds since the bitch first came around. If he knows she’s upset, he’s probably ready to go kill whoever made her that way.
“Twist, you know it was, man. At this point you know her car as well as I do.” Over the past few months, Twist has taken on being London’s guard dog. I don’t even have to do anything to protect her. He fucks up anyone who even looks at her wrong when she’s around. He practically follows her around like a lost puppy.
“Yeah, thought so. She doin’ okay?” I roll my eyes and shrug. Nosey bastard.
“Ugh, fuck man, I don’t know. She’s headed to Tennessee to check on her friend. She was in a rush so she couldn’t stay.” He gets quiet and looks around the room.
“She ain’t comin’ back, huh?” He may be a crazy fucker, but he’s always been very perceptive. He’s been a hell of an ally to have during some of our deals, that’s for sure. He has like a spidey sense, but for bikers or some shit.
“I really don’t know, but I don’t think so,” I say quietly and look down. My brothers know how close London and I are. I catch shit for it all the time, but they all like her a lot. Twist pats me on the back.
“Give it some time, man; shit will work out, always does.” Then he walks off. It’s the craziest fuckin’ day ever. Since when the fuck does Twist spew advice? And my girl just took off to another state. Fuck this bullshit, I’m getting torn up.
Two and a half months ago…
“Look, Cain, it’s time to pull your head out of your ass and quit with the getting shit faced every night. She’s fuckin’ gone, man. She hasn’t called or texted you, she hasn’t come back. It’s been two weeks now. It’s time to move the fuck on, brother. You’re just hurtin’ yourself, you have to get squared away for the fight in a few days.” Ares, the voice of reason. I snort at my sarcasm.
“I know, Ares, I know. You got anything you need some help with? It might just help take my mind off things.”
“Yeah, Cain, you know I’m always down for you to ride with me. I’ll even let you sit bitch if ya wanna.” He grins cockily at me and I roll my eyes at him.
“Haha, fuck nut. I’ll ride out with you.”
“Alright, cool, give me two hours to settle up with Prez. And I’ll come get ya.” I give him a nod and make my way to my room. I put on some clothes that I won’t mind getting bloody, 'cause that’s how these things usually turn out. Where’s my powder? I look around until I see it and I grab my piece of straw. I cut up a few small lines with the blade of my pocket knife. After it’s cut and lined, I lick my knife off then snort up my coke through the straw. Not trying to get shit faced hyped, just a little pick me up. Ahhh fuck, Capone got some good shit this time. A lot of the time when Capone does his gun deals, the receiver will try to tempt Capone with some kind of drug. Capone d
oesn’t do any drugs, but he always brings samples back for the brothers. I think this shit might be from some Columbians. I make my way back out to the main room and chill on a couch 'til Ares is ready to ride. I start to feel a little better as the coke runs through my blood and gives me some energy.
“Yo, brother, you ready to split?” Ares’ loud voice booms out and I jump.
“Yeah, man, I’m straight.” I stand up and follow Ares. It’s his show so I let him lead the way. Always a good idea to be behind the club enforcer anyhow, it would take a bus to knock the big fucker down. We start walking toward my Challenger.
“What’s up, we need the car?” I ask and nod at her.
“Yeah, you mind? I don’t want the slick fuck to know it’s us and we might need the trunk for a body.”
“Hell yeah, it’s been a while since I drove her.”
“Don’t start talkin’ to your vehicles and shit.”
“Hey, don’t be jealous 'cause these beauties purr for me.” I give him a cocky grin and he just rolls his eyes at me. Ares and I have always had a comfortable banter between each other. I think it’s because neither of us take shit from people.
I start Loretta up and she rumbles loudly. She’s a glossy black with black tinted windows. I love Texas and their dark tint laws. Nobody can see in my car and that’s exactly how I like it. Inside is dark grey leather interior with black stitching. Loretta is a 2014 Dodge Challenger SRT Hellcat. She’s a mean bitch with 707 horsepower under her hood. I live at the clubhouse so all my money from fighting go into my toys. I have two custom bikes and my car. I’m saving half of it in case I ever want to buy a little house or something.
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