Hells Vipers: You Belong to Me

by Ices Sheer

  “I just love the Jekyll and Hyde tattoo on his upper left thigh, don’t you?” Zoe said, giving her a wicked grin.

  Jasmine knew that was her way of saying that she’d seen him naked. She was not in the mood to play this game. “I get it, you fucked him. So have I, and I’m pretty sure so have a lot of other women.” Jasmine stood up and walked off the deck, heading to her car. She wanted to hit someone. She wanted to cry, but most of all, she just wanted to get the hell out of there. Too much had gone down today, and she needed to get away from everyone.

  “Where you going?” the unmistakable voice of Nuke called out to her.

  She didn’t even respond as she opened the driver-side door.

  “Hey! Where the fuck you going?” Nuke caught her by the upper arm and spun her around. He yelled at her so loud that several people who were outside looked their way.

  “Let go of me!” she shouted and snatched her arm away from him. “I just need to go home!”

  He grabbed her again and held her against the open car door. “What the fuck is your problem?” The word came out in a low growl.

  Jasmine’s eyes shot over to the deck, then back to Nuke. “How many women are you screwing? Because obviously it’s not my turn, so I need to take a number and get in line. I got this straight, right -- we’re just fuck buddies?” The tears welled in her eyes, but she’d be damned if that bitch or Nuke would see her cry.

  “I fucked Zoe, past tense, but so did at least twelve other Hells Vipers. We pulled a train on her more than once. That was long before I met you!”

  “I’m the wrong woman for you. I know I like some kinky shit, but I’m not doing that!”

  “I would never share you!”

  “Is this a relationship at all? Because I thought I knew what we were doing, but now I’m not so sure what the hell this even is.”

  “We’re in a relationship,” he said, furrowing his brow. “I’m not fucking anyone else, and you’re not seeing other men, right?”

  The look that crossed his face shot a jolt of fear through her body. “No, no I’m not. If you’re just with me, then why not talk on the phone around me? Cindy said it’s always another woman when you guys leave the room to answer calls. Am I really the only one you’re sleeping with?”

  “Jasmine, you’re the only one.”

  She stared at him, not sure whether she should believe anything he was saying.

  “Are we having this conversation all because of Cindy?” Nuke asked, narrowing his eyes.

  “She said they’d take your patch. Are we fucking, just fucking, because you want to know what it’s like to be with a black woman?”

  “My dick believes in equal-opportunity fucking. I hate to break it to you, sweetheart, but you’re not my first. No matter what shit Cindy is filling your head with.”

  “Why didn’t you tell Zoe to leave? Why didn’t you say, ‘My girlfriend is here. You need to leave’?”

  “Because she’s nothing.”

  “You had sex with her. How is she nothing?”

  “I wrapped my dick up and took my turn. It wasn’t intimate. I care about you. We don’t just fuck, Jasmine. There’s more to us than that. Stop letting that bitch you call a friend fuck with your head.”

  “If you were at my house and my ex showed up, how would you feel?”

  “That’s different!”

  “No, Nuke, it isn’t.”

  “Yes, it is. You were going to marry him. I fucked her twice six months ago. Each time, it was a group of us taking turns. She just wants a Hells Viper, and she doesn’t care which one. I’m not buying what she’s selling, but I’ll take the fucking brownies,” he halfway laughed.

  “Fine, Nuke, whatever.” Jasmine needed to get away before she started to cry.

  “That’s it?”

  “Yeah, I need to go now.” Jasmine wanted nothing more than to get the hell out of there.

  Nuke gently touched her face with both of his hands. “Don’t cry.”

  “I really need to go, Nuke!”

  Her tears began, and he quickly brushed them away. “You know damn well I’m not letting you leave.” He kissed her.

  “Nuke, please, I need to go home. I don’t want to deal with this right now.”

  He hesitated but finally let her go. “I’ll finish the deck, then I’ll be over later on, alright?”

  She sat down in the driver’s seat, but Nuke was holding the door open.

  “Jasmine, we good?”

  “Nuke, let’s just talk in a few days. I need to think things through. Don’t come over tonight.”

  “We’re not doing that ‘let’s talk in a few days’ shit!” He snatched her out of the car and pulled her toward the trailer. He stomped up onto the deck as he gripped her wrist tight. “Get the fuck out of here!” he yelled to Zoe. She jumped up from the chair and raced down the stairs. He pulled Jasmine inside and slammed the door shut behind them.

  “You need to stop talking with Cindy. Vindictive women tend to bend the truth in their favor!” Nuke screamed at her and he let go of her wrist.

  She rubbed her wrist as he backed her into a wall. “I want to go home!” she yelled at him.

  “No, you don’t. You want to redo today so that it doesn’t suck for you.” He took a handful of her hair, turned her around and yanked her back to him, forcing her head into an awkward position to look at him. With his other hand, he slid it up her dress and between her legs. “We’re a couple; this belongs to me. You spread your legs for anyone other than me, I’ll make your life a living hell!” He stared down at her with his dark gaze. “Do you fucking understand me?”

  She watched his lips move, mesmerized by what a sensual mouth he had and the harsh words coming out of them. Common sense was pushed to the back as she let her emotions take over. She loved that he was claiming her. She wanted to be his woman so bad that it physically hurt.

  “God woman! You’re making me crazy!” He didn’t usually let women get to him, but Jasmine was different. She consumed his every thought; hell, he dreamed about her. She was everything he desired. They could sit and talk for hours or sit and say nothing at all. When he looked into her smoky brown eyes, he felt the weight of the world dissolve from his shoulders. Come hell or high water, they were going to make this work.

  “Let me go!” she yelled at him as she clawed at his grip on her hair.

  “I love the way you smell,” he whispered into her ear. His breathing sped up as he wrapped his arm around her waist, holding her up against him. “There is no one but you.” He lowered his hands from her hair to her face, where he ran his thumb across her lips.

  “Do you really want me to let you go home?” he asked as he licked the side of her neck.

  She turned her head toward him and obediently opened her mouth. His mouth overtook hers, taking control of her. What she wanted was for him to own her, make her feel secure. She wanted him to prove to Cindy that she was wrong.

  “Baby, if you trust me enough to tie you up and do whatever the hell pops into my mind, why don’t you trust me that I’m not using you?”

  He loosened his grip slightly, and she broke away from him again. “Because people use each other all of the time,” she said.

  “Jasmine, I don’t have doubts. I know what I want, and I want you. If you need for me to go slower, then I will. Life is too fucking short to be afraid all of the time. You need to stop thinking that I’m going hurt you just because Cindy and Kevin didn’t work out.”

  “Nuke, I don’t know how to undo my insecurities.”

  “Then no matter how much I want this to work out, it’s going to be you that fucks it up.”

  They stared at each other for what felt like forever. Then he started walking toward the front door. “I’m going to finish my deck. You want to go home, go. If you want to be an adult, then stay. I haven’t done anything to make you think that I’m not serious. All the negative shit you’re feeling is coming from you and Cindy, not me.”

  He walked out t
he door, and she caught up to him before he stepped down onto the steps. He was right. She needed to stop listening to her own self-doubt and Cindy. She could see Zoe looking at them from her adjacent trailer.

  Jasmine positioned herself in front of him, wrapping her arms around his neck. He pulled her close.

  “I’m sorry!” She took his hand and pressed it between her legs, pushing up the front of her dress. He started using his fingers, stroking, teasing and pulling at her sensitive clit. She moaned as she molded her body to his. Her hips moved in rhythm with his hand. She began to scoot him back, using her body as she undid his belt. He bumped into one of the deck chairs, and she gently pushed him down. “That bitch and everyone is going to know you’re mine!”

  She knelt down and unzipped his pants. She didn’t waste any time taking out his cock.

  “Fuck, I’m definitely going to get evicted for this!” He smirked as she took his cock into her mouth. She licked and sucked up and down his glistening white shaft. He pushed down on the back of her head, moving her even farther down on his cock. He let out a loud groan as she looked up at him with her big brown eyes. She sucked on the head. He was sweaty and salty, and she couldn’t get enough.

  She reached between her legs and began rubbing her clit. Reluctantly, he pulled her away from his cock. “We need to go inside.”

  “Now who’s scared?” she laughed as she stood up.

  “I’m not scared. I just don’t want to scar some kids for life!” he said. He stood up and pulled her back inside the trailer.

  Once inside, he immediately pushed her down onto the floor. She was on her knees as he knelt behind her and pushed up her dress. He ripped off her panties as he slid his hands down her back to the crack of her ass. He bit down hard on her ass check as he gave her a hard smack. Jasmine let out a whimper when he opened her wide. His tongue entered as he played with her clit again. He slipped two fingers deep inside her. He hit her G-spot, and she screamed loud enough for the neighbors to hear. She was close to coming so he stopped and got up from the floor.

  Jasmine flipped over and sat up. Bewildered, she watched him stand up. “What the hell, Nuke?”

  “Phone and I’m not cheating,” he said, smiling as he took his cell out of his front pocket to answer the call.

  “I don’t want to be your girlfriend anymore!” Jasmine yelled at him as she laid back on the carpet in frustration.

  “Yeah, you do!” he laughed as he walked down the hallway out of ear shot.

  “What the fuck am I doing?” she grumbled as she rolled over and pulled her dress down.

  Chapter Nine

  Nuke and Jasmine

  Jasmine walked into the bedroom as Nuke was going through her phone. “Who doesn’t trust who now?” She let the towel drop to the floor as she slipped in between the sheets.

  “I trust you. I’m just controlling, in case you haven’t noticed.”

  “Yep, I noticed.”

  He tossed her phone back into her purse. She reached across him and grabbed the remote from the table. She clicked on Netflix as she laid her head on his shoulder. “Want to finish watching ‘House of Cards’?”

  “Sure. Why didn’t you tell me that your ex is still trying to get with you?”

  “Because he’s not,” she replied as she glided her fingers across his taut stomach.

  “Alright, maybe I worded that wrong. Why didn’t you tell me that you and he still message?”

  “He’ll send a text saying, ‘How are you,’ and I’ll reply, ‘Fine.’ That’s it.”

  “I blocked him. It stops now. You’ll have no more contact with him.”

  She was mentally exhausted, and this was nothing to argue about. “OK, but he’s nothing to me now, Nuke. I don’t want to be with him.”

  “Good, then it won’t matter if you’re no longer talking to him.”

  “Right.” Jasmine shut her eyes. What she really needed to do was fall asleep.

  “Jasmine, there’s things I need to explain to you.”

  “Is this another BDSM talk? Because I’m really too tired to do anything new tonight, honey.” She kept her eyes shut.

  “No, I need to explain some things about the club to you.”

  Her eyes shot wide open. He never wanted to talk about the club. He’d mention random things that happened, weird or funny things, but that was all he spoke about. “Okay.”

  “First of all, I need you to be careful. The club has a snitch. I haven’t taken you to the clubhouse because I’m afraid you could get hurt. Some rat motherfucker gave the Grave Walkers the names of people that we care about. When I know who the snitch is and that bastard is taken care of, I’ll introduce you to my world. Until then, you have to trust me. I can’t be a hundred percent sure that you’re safe right now if I took you to the clubhouse.”

  “Is that why Kevin came and took Cindy back to the clubhouse, to protect her?”

  “Yeah.”

  “She’s home now, but it’s still not safe?”

  “I’m not taking any chances with you. Only a few people know about us. I hate to say it, but I’m not sure who to trust anymore.”

  “Why did Kevin let her go home if it’s not safe?”

  “Because it’s over between them. Because he’s tired of her drama.”

  “I guess you have to wait to earn your wings then, huh?” she joked.

  “The club doesn’t do wings anymore. They stopped doing that back in the early eighties. Way before my time with the club.”

  “I’m just joking, Nuke. I just read about biker clubs and wings online the other day. I know you don’t have any. There’s none on your cut.”

  “I was just reassuring you. Plus, I would have got my black wings by now,” he smirked.

  She playfully punched him in the ribs. “Don’t make me get ghetto on your ass! Tell me more about what to expect from this new lifestyle I’m venturing into with you.”

  “The club itself, HV has all kinds of personalities, some are going to be cool with us and some aren’t. However, it doesn’t matter because who we chose to make our old lady is our business. That shit ain’t up for a vote.” He glanced over at her as he took a cigarette from the bedside table and lit it. He took a long drag before he continued to speak. “Some got wives that are civilians and you never see them. They want no part of the club.”

  “Is that what you want me to do, not be part of your life with the club?”

  “No, that wouldn’t work for us. We love being around each other all the time. I’m just telling you how we’re a club but we’re still individual people. Not everyone is going to like us together, but I don’t give a fuck. Shit like that doesn’t bother me. Fuck, I didn’t like Cindy from the beginning. Something shady about that bitch.”

  “What does Kevin think about us?”

  “He’s cool with it. He thinks you’re hot. I’m pretty damn sure he’s slightly envious,” Nuke said, grinning.

  Jasmine laughed.

  “I promise you that no one is going to disrespect you because you’re mine. No one is going to touch you because you’re mine. You won’t be confused for a Snake Swallower; you’re owned property, whether you know it or not,” Nuke said. “We’re brothers, we’re Hells Vipers, we’re family, and we respect each other.”

  “What the hell is a Snake Swallower?” she asked, sitting up and looking at him curiously. “It sounds like side-show freak.”

  “They’re like groupies for the club. Vipers, snakes, Snake Swallowers. They show up at all the parties. They just want to fuck a member of HV; it doesn’t matter which one. We get all kinds, black, white, Latino, young, old, you name it. Even had this woman with a fake leg show up once,” he laughed. “Pussy is pussy. Even the brothers that wouldn’t make any non-white woman their old lady, you can better believe, they’d fuck a Snake Swallower no matter what color she is. It’s free pussy with no attachments.”

  “How many women have you been with?”

  “Not as many as you’re thinking. I fig
ure for some of us it’s probably what happens to people who work in the porn industry. You get tired of the skanks. You don’t marry whores. I learned that the first time. You don’t want some slut to be the mother of your kids.”

  “You want kids one day?” she asked him. She had to admit that she’d been terrified of the thought of children with Brian. With Nuke, she hadn’t even considered it. A small part of her still wasn’t positive that this was going to last. She was paranoid that way. When things felt too right, she always assumed that the worst was about to happen.

  He looked at her again. “I’ve thought about it before.”

  “If we had a son, he couldn’t be a Hells Viper. How do you feel about that?” she said and looked at him hard.

  “Who said I’d want him to be a Hells Viper? This is the life I chose for me. It’s not for everyone.”

  He flicked the ashes into the empty beer bottle. “Like I was saying: Snake Swallowers, they just want to fuck a biker at least once. Then you got old ladies, that’s you.” He smiled at her. “You’re owned property. You’re with one member only. We got some others chicks around; they’re called honeys. They’re club property, and anyone can fuck them. No one owns them, and their goal is to be an old lady. Some of them stay on the compound. They cook, they clean, they suck dick and spread their legs. They sell pussy or do whatever we tell them to do for the club to prove their loyalty and to make us money. They entertain any guest club members or club friendlies that show up.”

  Jasmine took in a deep breath. “That’s a lot of women to compete with.”

  “You’re not competing with anyone. If I wanted them, I’d be there right now. I don’t cheat. If I don’t want to be with someone, I’m a man about it. I’ll tell you to your face. I need for you to understand that if I don’t come home some nights, it’s club business and it’s not because I’m sticking my dick in another pussy.”

  “Okay,” she said, hoping that her anxiety didn’t show on her face. “This is a lot, you know. I knew what you were when I met you. True, most of my knowledge came from Cindy and the History Channel,” she laughed. “I had an idea what you were about, and I still damn near passed out with excitement the first time you sent me a text message.” She laughed even harder. “I want this Nuke. I don’t know what we’re going to have to do to make it work, but I’m willing to try.”