by Jaci J.
“Where you off to dressed so sexy?” he asks with a cocky drawl, eyes burning into mine, not hiding the lust in his stare. Tossing the keys at Tank, he catches them. My dad stands at the end of the porch.
“Pits,” dad answers for me. Tank grins down at me. Oh no.
“Ready to get fuckin' dirty baby?”
My body is covered in mud from head to toe. I think the only part of me that's still fleshed colored is my eyes where my aviators sunglasses cover. We're riding quads out in the pits of the back woods of Dad’s property. Climbing dirty hills and riding through muddy holes is awesome until it’s not so awesome.
Stuck in three feet of mud, my four-wheeler isn't going anywhere any time soon. I've given up on pulling it out, and Sam is no fuckin’ help just sitting on her four-wheeler, whining like a bitch.
“You need a little help sugar?” Tank taunts me. He's been giving me shit all day. Soaking me in mud whenever he can. Not to worry though, he's been getting as good as he's giving. Smiling sweetly, I bat my eyelashes innocently.
“Pretty please.”
Hopping off of his four-wheeler, he saunters over to me with all that swagger in that big body. His broad shoulders hold an air of arrogance and strength in them.
Tucking his own aviators into the neck of his tee, he winks at me. Dirty jeans, a black fitted tee, and CAT boots loosely laced. He’s a perfect picture of the perfect man. Sticking his hand out to me, I reach out and he squeezes my hand lightly with a knowing smile. Standing on the edge of the big muddy hole I'm stuck in, he tries to pull me out. With one swift tug he's sliding right into the puddle with me. Pay back asshole.
“What the fuck …,” is all he gets out before it's too late, but it doesn't go as planned.
Instead of dropping my hand, he's pulling me along with him, landing flat on his back, and me sideways on my back over his stomach. We're now completely covered in mud.
“You little shit,” he chuckles.
Scooping up a hand full of mud, he rubs it all over my stomach, down my chest and over my already filthy tank. My body shutters involuntarily with my skin breaking out in goose bumps at his touch. My breath catches. Damn.
I hop up and push away from him. I can't sit there on him like that. If he keeps touching me I can't be held accountable for my actions. Sitting up on his elbows he smirks at me. I hate that smirk.
“Got a little mud on your shirt sweets,” he says tipping his head towards my shirt, eyes staring at my tits as he talks to me. Ya think? I just stare at him for a second, taking in all his handsomeness. He really is nice to look at. Very manly, and extremely handsome. There’s a three inch scar right above his right eyebrow. It's faded, so I'm guessing it's pretty old. Then there are those sexy lips that are always smirking like he knows something I don't. His hard muscular body is covered in tattoos with one arm having The Disciples insignia on his forearm.
It’s three, black cloaked figures with the flames of hell behind them. The figures are decrepit looking skeletons with black bandanas around their faces. The figure in the middle is holding a scythe, the one on the right holding a standard issue military rifle, and the other holding a helmet. It’s the same tattoo all the club members have.
The rest of his arm is completely covered in a variety of different tattoos. The designs vary from a zipper being unzipped to reveal flesh and bone on his shoulder, to a motorcycle, there is a perfectly detailed Trojan soldier in battle that takes up his entire back. I caught a glimpse of that the other night. There are so many tattoos it's hard to see them all unless you take the time to sit down and look at each and every one, along with a fifty cent piece sized scar which I'm guessing was a bullet to his shoulder. Being stuck in my Tank daze, I don't see anyone coming towards me until I'm hauled off my feet. Happy scoops my ass up and slides us both back into the same mud pit I just crawled out of. “Look at ya, all muddy n' shit,” Happy laughs next to me. I can hear Tank laughing too. Scooping up two big handfuls of mud, I pelt them both. Pushing myself back up I smile sweetly.
“Awe, look at the both of ya, all muddy n' shit.”
Hopping on Tanks four-wheeler, I crank it up and haul off, leaving both of their sorry asses in the mud hole laughing. They can pull my ride out themselves. Jackasses. There are ten muddy four wheelers parked outside the barn when I pull in. Poor Prospects got a lot of cleaning to do later. Walking into the shop my dad looks me up and down and nods in approval.
“Looks like you had fun doll face,” he chuckles. I’d spent the better part of the day dodging Tank and Happy's attempt of covering me in mud, I’d say it was a good day.
Tank and Happy are leaning against the bar with beers in hand and shit eating grins on their faces as I walk in.
“You have fun sweet cheeks?” Happy asks, damn near dancin’ around with glee. I did, but I'm not telling him that. It’s more fun to make him suffer.
“Eh,” I shrug.
Happy stops his little dance and looks at me. He looks a little put off by my response. Looking over at Tank, he looks amused as he leans his big body against the bar.
“Oh come on Lil. I was just havin' a little fun, sis,” Happy whines at me.
My dad yells for him and with a sullen face, he scoots off.
“I'm dirty and I need a shower,” I tell Tank. A wicked smile sparks his eyes.
“Yeah I can see that.” His eyes run the length of my body, his eyes lingering over every inch of my body, making me antsy. “Got a little dirt on your back angel. You need help with that in the shower?” he asks me. This one is gonna be trouble.
Shaking my head slowly, I take a few steps back. He wants to play dirty, huh? Reaching for the hem of my tank, I peel it slowly up my body with mud still sticking to my skin. His eyes never leave me. Up over my head it goes, I’m left in only my blue lace bra which leaves little to the imagination. Just like that, his eyes are trained right on my tits.
“Nah, baby. I got it.” I drawl with a cocky clip. Balling up my dirty tank, I toss it right at him. He never saw it coming. It hits him right in the chest with a splat and his wide eyes snap up to mine. He looks shocked. Throwing him a wink I walk out, but not before I see that sneaky smile.
Standing in the shower, I watch the water run from dirty brown to clear. Scrubbing down till I finally smell fresh and clean, I slip out of the shower and into my room in search of comfy clothes. Turning to shut the door, I damn near jump three feet because there stands Tank, right next to my door with his arms crossed and holding my shirt. Those beautiful blue eyes are full of mischief and trouble.
“Forget something?” His voice is teasing, but his eyes are hungry. The fact that I’m wearing damn near nothing is blatantly obvious by the way he stares hungrily and his eyes glaze a little. Hell, he’s not even able to look at my face when he hands me the shirt he’s holding.
Bastard.
Letting my shirt dangle from his finger, he looks me over like I'm food and he's starving. This is too easy.
Leaning my towel clad body into his, I press my hands to his chest. I have to stifle a moan. Why does he have to be so damn hot? His chest is firm and warm under my hands and I have this intense need to dig my fingernails into his skin..
Focus. Dammit woman, stuff it down and focus.
“Thanks Tank,” I whisper. Right there, his eyes are glazed over and . his body is slumped and leaning into my hands. Every ounce of blood and every ounce of intelligence he had has now been relocated to his dick.
I can own him, right now or anytime I want him, but I'm not in the man eating mood right now so he's safe … only for now though.
Raising my eyebrow in mock impatience, I look at the door and back to him. It’s really more for him than me, because if he keeps standing here looking at me like this, I may just fuck him against my wall. Seeing as how fucking him will only get him killed, I decide against it.
Pulling himself out of his sex crazed stupor, he shakes his head, looking a little confused and maybe even a little scared.
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sp; “Um … yeah,” he stammers thrown off balance. Turning around he heads for the door never looking back. With that, he's gone. Men. Can't live with ‘em, can't live without ‘em.
5
Tank
Any other bitch hit me with a dirty ass shirt, she'd be on her ass. Lil nails me with one and I'm keeping that motherfucker. I am hard as a fucking rock after that little stunt. Took four fuckin’ minutes to be able to walk again, and that was just barely.
That blue lace bra will result in some serious blue balls later. If she was any other women she'd be taking care of those blue balls too. But fuck no. She isn’t just any bitch and I've got to suffer through them until I find someone to help me out. Jesus Christ, that blue lace bra. Her body is fucking perfect. There was something that caught my eye just like the night she fed me. Under her tit is another tattoo. Yeah I was fucking staring at her tits, who the fuck wouldn’t? A black tattoo of some sort, some kind of scrawl across her ribcage and around her back. They were a few lines of words I couldn't make out and had to be about eight inches long. Same tattoo as the one on her thigh. Goddamn intriguing. Makes me want to explore that body.
Looking for any excuse to see her again I take her shirt back to her. Why? I don't know, because she's not getting that dirty ass thing back. I'm keeping that shit. Just like a stalker, that shits coming home with me.
As soon as I set foot in the house I can hear the shower running. I'm really getting good at this self-control shit. I thought about busting in that door, pulling her wet naked body out of that shower, and fucking her while she's bent over the sink. It's not classy or romantic. I want in this bitch like something terrible. I want her like nothing I've ever wanted before.
Walking into her room, I take in the space. Soft and comfortable is what I'd call it. A big ass bed with all white bedding. It’s what I would call virginal bedding. I could definitely spend some time messing up that bed right along with dirtying it up.
Before I can start creeping around, I hear the bathroom door open and a moment later, she walks in wrapped in a towel. And she's wet. I want to be that fuckin’ towel. She's not helping my painfully hard dick.
When she turns around, she flinches. I'm sure I startled her, but it doesn't last long ‘cause she’s already straightening herself and smirks at me. Holding her shirt out, I tease her.
“Forget something?” I ask her. Something flashes in those big innocent eyes. Something that scares the living shit out of me. She comes close, leans into me and touches my chest. My body instinctively wants to lean back into her, but I have to remind myself to keep my hands off. Everything in me fights to get closer to her, to have her touch me more. This shit is fuckin’ new to me. I have never in my life had this strange pull just from one touch.
“Thanks Tank,” she whispers softly, a seductive edge in that soft voice. Watching a single drop of water slide down her neck, to her shoulder, and down into her cleavage, I'm captivated. I actually have to fight against my tongue from instantly wanting to lick the drop of water off her body. Someone just shoot me now. Just fucking put a bullet right between my eyes.
I watch her look at the door and back at me. It’s my cue to get the fuck out. I have to go or I will rip that towel off. I want to do terrible things to that lovely body. Will it always be this difficult to be around her? This girl is going to be the death of me. Good girl, with dirty habits. I can see it in those eyes. Fuck, I wanna be one of those dirty habits.
A few hours later, I'm sitting outside around the fire with a few guys and a couple of club sluts, listening to them talk about bikes and bitches, while the girls giggle and shit. Every time I hear something, I glance up to see if it’s Lil walking through that gate. Trix and Mouth are hanging on me like damn parasites. Thankfully, Bubbles hasn't been hanging around, not that these girls are much better.
Ignoring the girls, I watch and wait for Lil. I don't even know if she's coming out here, but I see the girl she was with earlier is here, so like the fucking douche I've become, I hold out hope, staring at the damn back gate like some kind of stalker.
An hour later, I've all but given up on her. I wait for no bitch, and I have to make that include her too.
“Come upstairs with me baby?” Trix whines with a flirty smile. She’s sitting on my lap, legs wrapped around me with her pussy pressed against my dick. A week ago, I would have been all about that shit. Now, it's not holding my interest.
A few more of the guys have shown up and brought a bunch of new girls so the party is going down tonight. I let Trix do her thing. She's rubbing on me, kissing on my neck, and spittin’ all kinds of freaky shit in my ear. I'm trying my fucking hardest to distract myself from Lil, trying so hard to be interested in what Trix is offering, but the fuck if it isn’t working. Pussy right here and my dick does not even make me flinch.
Fifteen minutes later, I feel it rather than see it. I can fucking feel her. Looking up, in she walks and my fuckin’ heart hits my feet. She’s got two big ass dogs beside her jumping around and they sure as fuck look scary. She's wearing a long black strapless dress that fits over every beautiful curve of her body. There is no denying that she was worth waiting to see. I could give a shit less about what she wears really. No clothes works best for me, or maybe that blue lace bra, or that towel … Fuck. I need to pull my shit together.
In her hand is a bottle of Jack and on those lips is a mouthwatering smile. She has that long ass hair piled on her head.
Walking right up to her Dad and a few of the other guys, she talks to them for a minute with those two obedient dogs flanked by her side. I've all but forgot about Trix and Mouth ‘cause I can't stop watching Lil. Turning around she spots me. How, I don't know? Maybe she can feel me staring holes through every inch of her. For fucks sake, I'm losing my edge. Those Goddamn lips turn up even bigger when she finds my eyes. She says something to her Dad, interrupting him. I wait for the anger from him, but nothing. Low don't tolerate that shit. No bitch comes before club business, and he's talking to some pretty important motherfuckers, but he ignores the men and looks at her. Smiling at her, he's not the Low I know when she's around. Nodding his head at her she turns away. He's fuckin’ putty in her hands.
Saying something to the two beasts next to her, she strides towards me. Every brother is watching her as she passes and I'm stuck staring too. I’m never able to look away while she makes her way to me. My fuckin’ heart beats a little faster the closer she gets. That hunk of flesh in my chest is really getting a work out lately.
Walking right up to me, she stares at me sitting on a bench. She's either ignoring the gash on my lap or she don't give a shit. Smiling down at me she holds out the bottle.
“Have a drink with me?” she asks.
Fuck yes.
“He's busy bitch!” Trix sneers at Lil. Turning eyes to Trix, Lil laughs at her, and it’s not that sweet laugh I like so damn much. It's more of a scary as hell, evil little laugh.
“Yeah?” Lil challenges, her head cocked to one side, while she just stands there casually looking fine as fuck. Trix snakes a possessive arm around my neck, trying to wiggle herself as close as possible to me, her body going rigid.
“Yeah bitch. Get lost.” Lil laughs again. I'm just about to smack the shit out of Trix when Lil holds up her hand.
“You know who Low is, don’t ya?” Lil asks Trix with a sneaky little smile. I let her go. She's got this shit. She’s got that devil in her eyes again and I am not about to stop her now.
“Are you fuckin’ stupid? Of course I know Low.” Trix snaps impatiently. That stealthy little smile is turned up even brighter on Lil's face at Trix’s answer.
“Then be a doll and go run along to let him know that his daughter will be out late, will ya?” Lil asks Trix sweetly. Trix looks lost with an annoyed pout pinching her face as she stares at Lil.
“What? Who the fuck's his daughter?” Swear to God, these club whores are stupid as hell.
Lil just gives her an expectant little smile. Trix's eyes wi
den in recognition, face clearly understanding what Lil's getting at.
“Fuck,” Trix mutters under her breath. “What the fuck ever,” she growls marching off. Getting lost, she mumbles shit under her breath while she wanders away.
Sitting down Lil smirks proudly. “Stupid ass club bitch,” she mumbles with a laugh. Well fuck. She just keeps blowing my mind. “Sitzen,” she says softly to the big ass dogs I'd all but forgotten about. What the fuck did she just say? Looking over at her she's looking at the two dogs. Both, without hesitation, sit down.
“Do they have names?” I ask her nodding at the big ass scary beasts at her feet.
“George Milton and Lennie Small,” she says with a fond smile for the two giant ass Rottweiler’s. Nice names for dogs I guess. She looks at me, probably noticing my confused expression.
“It’s from Of Mice and Men, one of my favorite books.” Never read it, but now I'm going to. Taking in the dogs, they're fucking huge. Giant ass mean looking shits. No one’s gonna fuck with her or them. Not sure if I should be relieved or a little scared.
“They're pretty big,” I tell her. Like she don't fucking know idiot. What the hell? I don’t fuckin’ do small talk. What is going on with me? She does all kinds a crazy shit to me. Smiling she nods in agreement.
“Yeah, Georgie boy's about a buck ten and Lennie is a buck forty.” Jesus Christ. “I got them from Germany a few years ago and I love my boys.” she says patting their heads. Both look up at her adoringly. I'm sensing a trend. Every male who encounters her seems to stare adoringly at her like they’re in love. I get it now, Lil renders all men stupid. There's just something about her. Well I won't be sneaking into her room again anytime soon with big and bigger around.
“They're pretty good.” I comment
“They should be, paid ten grand for each of them to be this good. But I would have paid much more for my babies if I had to.” Ten fuckin’ grand? That's got to be Low’s doing.