The Ride

by Jaci J.

  “You'd fuck me, wouldn't you?” I ask him sweetly with a little pout added for extra emphasis. A stupid question I know the answer to, but hell, this is just for show. He laughs like my question is absurd. “Girl, I'd fuck you. I'd marry you. Whatever you want, you name it sweet thing.”

  Tanks big hand wraps around my arm, tugging me harshly away from the man before I can finish proving my point, my point being proven anyway.

  Snatching myself away from the both of them I throw my head back and laugh. A strange sense of triumph settles over me and my drunken, cocked up ego smiles. I won this shit.

  “The fuck … “ I hear slimy grunt.

  A loud, bone crunching crack breaks the silence. Blood spews from the guy’s nose and Tank's face is full of fury and rage. Even murderous, I want him. I need help.

  “Never fuckin' touch her.” Tanks voice is low and mean. Grabbing the guy by the throat he holds his crumpled body up. “I don't fuckin' care if she asks you to. You see her, you walk the other way. You touch her again, I'll snap your fuckin' neck. You got me,” he growls.

  The guy nods enthusiastically, a painful pinch to his face. Dropping the guy to the floor, Tank turns to me, his next target.

  “You,” he points bloody knuckled fingers at me. “get your fuckin' ass over here.” He thinks I'm coming to him he's lost his fucking mind.

  “Fuck off,” I throw over my shoulder, taking off towards the door. Looking around I'm thankful this place is pretty dead. Gin and Peaches are in Gin’s room, everyone else is either out, in the shop, or in their rooms. No one’s around to see my shitty little show. I’m gonna have to apologize to slimy guy, it’s just not gonna be tonight.

  A big body hits me from behind and my body is flung over Tank’s shoulder as he heads towards the back of the club. Dangling from his arms, my body bounces when he walks. Striding through the club with me, I’m wailing, kicking, and hitting him, because the pain I’m in but he’ just ignoring me. “Set me the fuck down!” Pushing through a door he throws me like a rag doll onto a bed. Bouncing around on his bed, I hold onto the anger, because at any other time that might have been kind of fun. I hear him kick the door closed with a loud crack, then I hear the lock slide shut. Oh shit.

  “Fuck, you made your Goddamn point, Lil,” Tank barks at me, pacing back and forth in front of me. He's running angry hands through his hair huffing and puffing, mad as hell. Wearing a tight blue tee I can see the bunch and strain in his arms from his restraint. He's trying hard not to put his hands on me, trying to keep his anger in check. That mean biker brat in me rears her ugly head again.

  “Like I said, if it ain't gonna be you baby, it'll be someone else,” I taunt with a mean little laugh. I let my cruel words dangle.

  “Education Lil. I said I can’t. It doesn’t mean I don’t want to.” Staring at me he's silent again, but he looks like he either wants to slap the shit out of me or throttle me.

  “You don't want it, there are plenty who do.” I add insult to injury. Anger flares in his eyes.

  Spinning around, he lunges at me. Oh shit. Covering my body with his, he knocks me backwards, his body pushing mine flat onto my back on the bed and I’m trapped under him, hands pinned above my head with one of his big hands.

  “You don't think I want to fuck you? You don't think I've wanted to be buried balls deep in you since the moment you walked your sexy fuckin' ass into the Chapel? I'll put it down for you if you have to hear it, baby.” His words harsh and angry. Still mad as fuck I can't seem to focus on anything other than being shot down by him.

  “I can have ...” His big hand covers my mouth, effectively shutting me up.

  “Shut the fuck up ...” he rasps heavily. I can feel the slight tremor in his hand from his contained anger. “Yeah I fuckin' know you can have any dick you want. I don't fuckin' like it, but the fuck if I know it. But I’m going to make this very clear to you ‘cause the only dick you're gettin' is mine” That handsome face softens with the slightest bit of care when he looks down at me. “Fuck Lil, I've wanted you. I've always wanted you,” he grates out. His hand is still over my mouth and my body is heated and wet for him. Some sick thrill runs through me. I’m getting off of the anger and rage rolling off of him.

  Sticking my tongue out, I run it over the palm of his hand. Closing his eyes slowly he looks like he's fighting with his patience.

  “Fuckin' hell Lil, you're just wanting to play with fire baby. I will make you beg and then I’ll fuck you.” His voice rough and heavy. My skin burns with want. Fuck do I want him. He's beautiful when he's angry.

  Removing his hand from my mouth I smirk up at his grumpy scowl etched into his brow. He's still breathing heavy, grumbling to himself. His hand is gripping mine tightly and his fingers digging into my wrists. Leaning up I'm only inches from his lips.

  “Talk is cheap, biker.” I challenge him.

  That’s it. He grabs a fist full of my hair as he slams his lips to mine. It’s rough and hard and he bites my already split lip, but I don't feel anything other than lust. Harsh and ruthless, he kisses me. He bites my lip hard enough that I taste the blood. Licking my lips he slides his tongue in. Finally, I’m tasting him, feeling him.

  “Lil ...” he growls around my lips.

  “Shut the fuck up,” I growl back. I think we've talked to Goddamn much.

  Grabbing his shirt in my hands, I rip it up over his head feeling this body made for sin. Tattoos cover his hard sculpted chest and strong arms. Wash board abs makes my hands itch. God he is beautiful. Reaching a hand down I go for his pants. Snatching my hand up he kisses my finger shaking his head.

  “Hold the fuck still,” he warns me hoarsely. Fuck that. Rising up again I smash my lips to his. Biting his bottom lip I let it drag through my teeth roughly. A hiss of breath leaves his mouth,

  “Fuck!”

  Raking my hands over his chest and stomach, I marvel at the warm smooth skin. Built and strong, he's all muscle. Pinning my hands back down he smirks. Tilting my hips up I wrap my legs around his waist, locking my ankles around his hips. He looks a little shocked, but lets me do it anyways. His dick is agonizingly close to me. I want it. Focus Lil. Focus.

  In one quick twist he's under me. My hands still tangled with his. Legs straddling his hips, my pussy is pressing into his dick. I hold back the moan at the feeling.

  Returning his smirk I tell him, “you hold the fuck still.” I've no doubt I'll never be able to get away with that move again. He'll be ready next time.

  Shaking his head in disbelief he chuckles. “You're trouble my sweet girl,” he drawls smoothly. Letting go of my hands they find my hips.

  Leaning down into him I let my hands wander. Lips on his neck, tongue tasting his skin. His hands are roaming my body. One hand wrapped up in my hair, he tugs my lips to his and softly starts to kiss me, licking and tasting me.

  Knock! Knock!

  What the fuck? Looking up at the door, Tank just shakes his head and starts kissing me, ignoring the door. The person obviously doesn't get the hint and starts trying to open the door. Tank growls in frustration.

  “What the fuck do you want?” he shouts impatiently at the door. Just like cold water, the voice pours over me. “It's you're Old Lady, baby,” the women on the other side of the door purrs. Old Lady? He's married? How the fuck did I not know this?

  Scrambling up and off of Tank, I can't get away quick enough. That’s two blows to my confidence in one night. My poor ego is hiding somewhere under a table now. He's with someone and about to fuck me? I didn’t know he had someone. Oh my God, what am I doing? I'm not sure why I'm so surprised though, they're all like this. It makes sense, that's why he said no to me downstairs. Fuckin’ nasty cheating bikers, but now I’m no better. I came onto him, practically begging for it. Jesus Christ, I'm a fucking idiot.

  Leaping off of the bed, he’s grabbing at me, half naked and breathing heavy, trying to bring me back to him. “Lil.” The look on his face is of sickening uncertainty. Desperation? That's lo
vely. What an asshole.

  “Fuck baby, listen to me,” he grates impatiently. His jaw, ticking and muscles tight. Listen to him? Not fucking likely. Fuck him.

  Throwing the door open, I'm faced with Tanks Old Lady. Bleach blonde with big fake tits falling out of her top. This is his type, all Trash. Looks like her makeup has been applied via shotgun. She's taller than me, with a skinny body. Bitch needs a good meal. Instantly I hate her.

  Looking between Tank and I, she shrugs uncaring. Apparently this is nothing new to her and I feel the gag coming up again. God I'm such an idiot.

  “Hey honey. I’ve missed you so much.” she coos at him, skipping right past me to him, throwing her arms around his neck. Turning on my heels, I don't hang around for the show. Sometimes I'm so stupid about this shit.

  Half way down the hall I hear him practically roar at her, “get the fuck off of me Bubbles, you nasty fuckin’ bitch. I am not your man.” Yeah he's not right now when he’s about to laid, but once I'm gone that will change.

  Loud thudding footsteps follow behind me, boots hitting the floor as he advances on me. Fuck. Rounding the corner I come face to face with my dad and Gin.

  Jogging to a stop behind me Tank curses under his breath, “Fuck.”

  My dad looks between the two of us with his face scrunched up in confusion. Gin just shakes his head disapprovingly. I feel sick and mad as hell. I want as far away from Tank and this fuckin’ clubhouse as possible.

  “Daddy take me home.” I tell him evenly, fighting the angry outburst I have growing in me. If I turn around and look at Tank I might punch him in the face. Ignoring him, I plead with my eyes that someone just needs to take me home.

  My dad nods at me with a grumble. “Gin, take her home.” Not only has someone died today because of me, I’ve gotten my ass beat and my life threatened, Tank turned me down, and then tried to make me his side fuck. That’s on me too I guess. I pushed for it. Today is just fan-fucking-tastic!

  11

  Tank

  I had her right there in my fucking bed. My hands on her body and her lips mine. Those soft sweet lips were ready to give me whatever the fuck I wanted. Her body was gonna be mine. Bruises and all, she was still stunning. I fucking had her. Jesus Christ I had her all to myself and I fucking blew it. I blew it royally.

  Stupid ass bitch Bubbles rocked up in here acting like I’m hers. How the fuck did she get in here anyways? Shit. Now I’ve got this bitch crying on my bed and I'm standing here like I don't know what the hell just happened to me. She's sitting there having the lady balls to looks like she fuckin’ cares. That bitch doesn't care about anybody but herself. She's fucked every one of my brothers, Prospects, and Lord knows who else and she's sad? Bitch has lost her ever lovin' mind.

  “But baby, I thought you just needed some time to see that you loved me. I gave you that time and I think you need to step up and see that I’m the one who is here for you, that I’m the one who will make you happy.” she sniffles up at me.

  Love her? Is she fuckin’ high. I don't love this bitch. Never have, never will. “What the fuck did I ever do or say to make you think that I loved you, bitch. I fucked you. There is a big Motherfuckin' difference, and you being a clubhouse whore, know this. Why are you even here startin' this shit with me?” I ask her impatiently, but it's not like I really care. Why am I even wasting my time with this shit? “Get the fuck outta my room. I don't want to see your ass around me. You feel me?” She sniffles a few more times, looking at me like I’m talking in a different language. She really thought I was gonna make her mine. Unbelievable.

  She finally sees that I’m not fucking around and in a stunned sort of way, she nods, “I feel ya.”

  Maybe now she will understand her place in this clubhouse, especially with me.

  She starts to walk to the door and turns to say something, but I’ve had enough. “Get the fuck out. If you know what’s good for you, keep your ass gone.” I don't see her out, bitch knows where the door is.

  Well that was a fucking blast. The second I set foot downstairs, Low sent me on some bullshit run for a few days. Lil was out of the clubhouse so motherfucking quick, I never even got a chance to talk to her. Now I'm doing a run for some shit I never do. That Motherfucker knows I don't deal with stolen cars and shit, but here I was loading up a few stolen beamers. Foreign cars aren't my thing. By the way he's barking orders and snapping at me, he knows something’s up. I don't give a flying fuck. Yeah, I may be asking for a good beating. Hell, I may even be signing my death certificate, but I just don't give two shits. My heads fucked up and I've got the worst case of blue balls. Fuck I need some Goddamn relief.

  Riding home, I'm over this annoying shit. It's midafternoon and it's hot as fuck out here. I'm tired, hot, and in need of a good meal, and some bitch to sit on my dick.

  Ringing Gin, I need to know what’s going on before I hit my place, to know what's waiting for me when I get back into town. Did Lil whine to someone about us pops into my head. He's one of the few brothers Low lets around Lil all the damn time, so he'll know.

  “Tank,” Gin mumbles into the phone. Right off the bat I can hear water and laughing in the back ground. What the hell is that fucker doing?

  “Gin. Where ya at man?” There's more laughing and I swear I hear Peaches say something about tits.

  “Shit man, I'm at Low’s place. Girls are in the pool and I'm fuckin’ babysittin'.” He says babysitting like it's something dirty. Yeah, I'm sure he's babysitting alright.

  “You comin' over?” he asks me. Part of me wants to see Lil, but the other part wants to say fuck that bitch. She doesn’t want to hear me out, then fuck her. Goddamn it. Why does this shit have to be so hard? Never in my life have I had to work so hard to fuck a bitch. Baby is making me work for that pussy. Fuck her is exactly what I want to do. Why is this girl stuck in my head? I don't need some bitch complicating shit.

  Low lives on a compound, nine hundred acres of private secluded forest surrounded by an electric fence. There are a few shops dotted around the property and the clubhouse is at the furthest end of the property bordering the town. The house is on the complete opposite end of the property where thick miles of forest separate the two. Pulling down the long dirt road that leads to the house is about a ten minute drive from the main road. A second secure, twenty foot high fence encloses the house, which in turn sits on about seventy acres of beautifully manicured lawns, all for personal use. Although it's as safe as it can be I still don't see how having Lil out here alone is a good idea. With enough time, anyone could bust in here. I'd need fifteen minutes and I'd be in.

  Punching in the security code, the gate glides open. Parking my bike by Gins, I hop off and head up.

  I can hear people laughing and talking out back. Walking to the back yard, I can see a few of the girls on the sun loungers. Stitch, Arms, and Rampage are by the shop working on something while Gin’s sitting on the middle island in the pool. And of course Lil and Peaches are in the pool. Every other bitch here is dry and fussing over their hair and makeup. No, not Lil and Peaches. Drinks in hand and smiles on their faces, they’re enjoying the pool. She's just not like all of the other women and it just makes me want her more.

  Walking up, Gin spots me right away. Looking relieved, he waves me over.

  “Thank fuck,” he breathes a sigh of relief. Don't know what that motherfucker thinks I'm going to do for him. I'm not messing with those two. “These bitches won't let a me off this damn island.” Turning towards me, Peaches waves and Lil smiles softly at me. Jesus Christ. I thought she hated me but she's smiling at me?

  “Come on Tank, come save your brother,” Peaches giggles. Darting to one side of the island I see why Gins stuck. Both Lil and Peaches raise water guns filled with ice water at him. “Move and you die,” Lil warns him.

  After thirty minutes of me watching Lil like a pathetic bitch and endless torture for Gin, the girls let him down. Poor bastard. Now Gin is chasing Peaches around the yard while she's screaming lik
e a loon ‘cause now he's got the gun. Those two are crazy. Lil's still in the pool and here I am, sitting like a damn fool, watching her.

  “You comin' in?” Lil asks me swimming over to the side of the pool, propping her chin on her folded arms. Her big brown eyes are dancing as she watches me. She’s adorable. She wants me to swim with her?

  “You want me to come in?” I ask her skeptically. I'm a little shocked ‘cause I’m sure after the other night she would never speak to me again and would rather see me dead then spend any amount of time with me.

  Pushing off of the wall, she makes her way to the stairs. Like a fucking wet dream, she walks her wet bikini clad body out of the water. I'm not sure it can be called a bikini. Three small pieces of black cloth cover all the fun parts. Damn does she look good though.

  “If you want to. It's hot out here,” she says fanning herself. Fuck yeah it’s hot, and it just got hotter.

  Walking over to a cabinet set up against the house she digs though it. “You got shorts around here? I know some of the guys do.” Some of us do spend a little time here. Barbecues are held here pretty often.

  “Yeah they're the red and black ones.” She pulls out my shorts and tosses them to me, giving me a little smile she turns towards the pool where I get a great view of that tattoo and ass. She's fucking killing me.

  Sitting on a sun lounger I'm trying to finally relax. Lil and Peaches have had me and Gin running around like idiots. First these girls wanted to swim, so we swam. They then wanted to play volley ball. So we played. You got any idea how fucking hard it is to play anything, let alone a sport I know shit about with Lil jumping around in that tiny ass bikini? No? Well it isn’t fucking easy, let me tell you. I had to regularly glance at Gin's ugly mug to tame my raging hard on. Yeah it was like being fifteen all over again. Lil then wanted to swim again. Then she was hungry, then they wanted to swim again. I made a fire. Yeah I'm running around like a fucking bitch and enjoying every sick sad minute of it. The measures a man will go to for some top notch pussy.