by Jaci J.
I let him have me. One of his arms wrap around my back holding me up, his other hand gripping the back of my neck. Right now I'd let him do whatever he wanted to me as long as he doesn't stop. I’m watching where he’s shoving in and out of me and the strain in his muscles. His body is a perfect work of art. Everything about him is beautiful.
Tank's slamming into me, fucking me good and hitting me hard. He’s absolutely relentless as he drives into me. He doesn't hold back. Hand holding on to my hip, fingers digging into my skin.
“God damn it Lil, the best right here,” he growls into my neck. Leaning back on his knees he pulls me with him. Both sitting up. “Love this shit.”
My legs are wrapped around him and we’re face to face. Our chests are slick with sweat, my body sliding along his. Wrapping his hands in my hair he pulls just hard enough to cause the thrill of a little pain. Pulling me down into him, hitting the perfect angle.
“This shit is mine,” he growls into my shoulder.
Hands tighten their hold on me and with a hard thrust he demands confirmation. Biting down on his shoulder I hold in the moan. This angle is making my head fuckin’ spin.
“Do you get that baby, this pussy is mine. Your tits are mine, your mouth and every Godddamn sound you make from those lip, they are mine.” he warns. My mind is swimming and I can’t say a word. With hard smack, he lands a hand on my ass. Squeezing it hard he stops and his eyes find mine. They're full of need, lust, and possession.
“Tell me Lil.” Nodding my head I still feel fuckin’ high.
“Yours,” I whisper.
“God damn right you are.” Laying me back he continues the delicious assault on my body. In and out. Hard and fast. His hands squeezing my tits, then sucking it into his mouth and teasing my nipple. That fire is building higher and higher and he knows I'm there. His hold on me tightens and he just starts fucking me even harder.
“Give it to me baby.” Hitting the perfect spot, my body loses its fight again. The high washes over me and I feel like this orgasm will never end. He’s riding it with me and doesn’t stop slamming into me. He’s fuckin’ growling as I squeeze him and then Tank follows, slamming into me one last time.
“Mine. Whenever, wherever, baby.”
15
Tank
I Woke up with Lil's soft warm naked body wrapped around me. I’ve never been happier to have a dead arm and a face full of hair. I loved finally having this girl to myself. Fucking Lil last night was worth the wait. That shit is the best I've ever had, and now the game has changed for me. Things will never be the same after this. I planned on keeping her next to me and naked all Goddamn day, buried deep in that beautiful body. I can’t get enough of her. Not sure if I ever will. That idea didn't last long. Gin came knocking and took Lil to the club with him. Motherfucker didn't even let me take her myself, said Low needed her and needed her now.
Bullshit.
Throwing on some clothes, I was out the door not fifteen minutes after she left. Had to make a few stops first of course, putting me an hour behind her. Pulling into the club lot there's a bunch of bikes parked outside along with a few cars. Walking inside I see the place is packed with people. Since women are escorted, the brothers brought their families along. Kids running around, groups of old ladies gabbing. It's a fucking mess.
Gin walks up to me with a beer in hand looking annoyed as hell. Definitely need that shit if I'm dealing with a packed house all day.
“Where’s Lil?” I ask him. I need to get to her. Need to put my hands on her. Tilting his head in the direction of the bar, I spot her and Peaches with Cali between Lil's legs, fucking with her hair. My women, sitting here in my club, she blows my fucking mind. Seeing her smiling and bullshitting, she looks at home. I can’t help but think of how beautiful Lil is with her just fucked hair, all messy and curly. Eyes soft and happy, and that sweet fuckin’ smile that's all mine. That shit makes me hard knowing I put that happy as fuck smile on her face.
Heading towards her, I see there's a group a guy’s hanging around her, and I can see their eyes on my girl. Not one is hiding the fact that they're checking her out, picturing her naked and all the nasty shit they want to do to her. Lil's stunning, I see why every Motherfucker in this place is interested in her, but I don't fucking like it. That's my bitch.
Brothers from a visiting chapter leer at her, hang around her like hungry junk yard dogs. Apparently they don't know who she is. The need to go over and let these fucks know she's mine burns deep. Big brown eyes spot me from across the room and there it is. That smile right there is all for me. Walking to her I've only got one thing on my mind. Lil.
Knocking a few guys out of the way on my way to her doesn't help the need to hit someone.
“Tank,” she beams up at me. Wrapping my hands up in her hair I tug that beautiful face to mine. I could give a fuck who sees us. Those soft lips are mine. I kiss that girl like I fuckin’ mean it, and she knows it too.
“Well shit, that didn't take long,” Peaches mumbles sarcastically next to Lil. Pulling away from her I can't help but smile at her.
“Fuck baby, you handin' out shit like that, sign me up.” One of the guys hanging around her pipes up. Wrong move. I'm looking for a reason to knock somebody's ass out and he just gave me one.
Turning around, I have to fight the urge to break his jaw when Lil touches my arm softly stopping me.
“Shut the fuck up,” I warn him. I recognize the guy as a Prospect. Bad, bad move fucker. He visibly flinches when I look down at him. He knows what's up and knows he crossed a line.
Little arms wrap about my shoulders pulling me back. I'd know those hands from anywhere. The feeling of them are ingrained in me. She’s pulling me back to her, right between those thighs.
“He couldn't handle me anyway.” Lil says dismissively to the guy. Fuck no he couldn't and he'll never have the chance to find out either.
Leaning back into her I calm the fuck down. Running her fingers through my hair I really have to fight the urge to take her ass upstairs. My patience is shit today.
“You gonna kill him?” she whispers in my ear. Biting my ear she laughs softly. Fuck, she's not making this easy. Not kill him, but maybe rearrange his face.
“Nah baby.” I tell her. She laughs. She knows I'm trying real hard to control my anger.
“When's the wedding? I want to dress up,” Cali asks Lil. For the first time in my life the word wedding doesn't make me fucking queasy and want to run for the hills.
“You two getting' hitched already? Pussy that good, huh? Gotta lock the good shit down.” Gin adds with a chuckle. He's one of the only men who can get away with talking about Lil like that. He's lucky he's family. Shit is good. Good enough to lock down? Fuck yeah.
“Lil?” I ask her. She just rolls her eyes at me and laughs.
I leave Lil on the bar with the girls chatting about wedding dresses and dicks. Those fucking girls are worse than guys sometimes. I've heard some nasty shit come out of their sweet mouths.
“Sit your asses down,” Low grumbles from the head of the table and we do as we're told. I sit at his left, Gin on his right, followed by Stitch, Tiny, and Leo. Happy’s at my right, followed by Sargent and Rampage. The other guys plant their asses around the table. Prospects stand against the wall at the back of the room.
“Shit's gettin' out of control. The shit that happened last night and at the store with Lil cannot happen again. There is no fuckin’ doubt in my mind that the two are related. I'm done waitin' so shit needs to be handled now,” Low states. Like we don't fucking know that. “So here's how this shit’s gonna go. We need to head out and take care of those fuckers. This shit is at our doorstep, and starting to trickle into our pipelines and shit, not good for business. Me, Stitch, Leo, Tiny, Crush, Arms, Sargent, King and the Prospects will head out. Tank, Happy, Gin, Rampage, Tags, and one Prospect hang back. Tank and Gin, take care of the run later. Happy and Rampage, you’re with the girls when they're gone. Tags and Prospect stay at the
club.” You've got to be shitting me. Not a good plan.
“Not happening. I'm not sittin' on my ass here while those pricks run the streets messin' with my club n' family.” I'm done sitting around this place while shit pops off.
Low turns his pissed off eyes to me. He's not feeling my idea. Fucking hell.
“Who the fuck is gonna watch Lil then? Want me to strap her to my back and take her? I sure as fuck ain't leavin' her life in the hands of a fuckin' Prospects again. We all see how that turned out last time. He was a good kid, but not enough experience for that job.”
Well fuck me. This shit is fucking with me.
Giving me a look, he adds, “unless you want me to leave her with a brother from another chapter?” Fucking asshole. He knows that shit would eat at me. I'd end up getting my ass killed.
“Fine.” Turning back to the rest of the guys, he asks if anyone else has got an issue. Of course Gin looks pissed as hell, but keeps his mouth closed. He wants to spill some blood too. Slamming the gavel, Low dismisses everyone.
Walking out of Church, Low turns to me.
“Anything happens to my baby on your watch Tank, I'll kill you myself n' I promise to make it painful.”
The club has quieted down since I left. Everyone’s in their rooms or headed home.
“This is fucked. Low keepin' us back is bullshit.” Gins mad as hell. I'm not happy about it either, but then again I get to keep Lil to myself. Seeing as how I'm a selfish prick it's a silver lining.
“I don't like the shit either, but what the fuck we gonna do?” I ask him. It's not really a question “cause we both know we're stuck. I may be VP, but what Low says, goes. I don't like it, but I'm not about to argue when it has everything to do with Lil's life.
“Fuck it. I'm takin' Peaches home, she'll help me calm down,” he says with a laugh. Ten years together and they still can't keep their hands to themselves.
“Yeah you do that.” Giving me a shit eaten grin, he heads for Peaches. I look over and see that Lil isn't sitting with her anymore, and I don’t like that shit.
“Where's Lil?” I ask Peaches. Without looking at me she points to Low's office.
Headed straight for her, I can't seem to spend more than a few hours away from her. Luckily for me I've got her for a few days all to myself. I know that I’m one lucky son of a bitch.
Walking into Low's office, I lean myself against the door watching her. Her feet are propped up on the desk with papers in her hand. Fuck she’s beautiful with her black glasses perched on that cute little nose.
“You spend an awful lot a money on motor oil every month, Dad,” she says while looking at the papers.
“You think so?” Her head pops up locking eyes with me. Those plump pink lips smile big for me.
“You probably do too,” she teases. Pushing the glasses onto the top of her head, she sets down her papers.
“Hi.” That happy little voice hits me in the fucking stomach.
“Aye baby, you ready?” She looks a little confused. Apparently Low didn't fill her in. “You're mine tonight. Low's gone.” I wait for an argument, but no, she just nods and smiles.
“Can we stop and get a pizza?” That's the only thing she has to say? Fuck yes. She can have anything she wants.
As Lil Hops into the truck, she smiles at me. No bike tonight, it's too damn cold out for her right now. Once her ass hits that seat she goes for the stereo. Setting about syncing her phone to the CD player.
“Oh, I love this song,” she announces happily once she’s got it set it up. Turning the volume up she starts to sing along to Crimson and Clover while she starts dancing around in her seat. She’s doing this all very dramatically I might add, then her eyes widen with surprise and she smiles a sneaky smile.
“Oh this one's so much better,” she muses changing the song, Friends In Low Places, singing to me in a terrible country drawl. She’s gone from dancing in her seat to trying her best with the two step in the truck, tipping her pretend cowboy hat at me and I can't keep that stupid smile off my face.
Laughing along with me she shrugs and warns, “you're in for it now.” I'm already in it. This girl has me wrapped around her finger. She's got me holding on for dear life on this crazy ride she's taking me on and I find myself enjoying every fuckin’ second of it.
Just like the first two songs, she stops mid song and switches to a new one. A loud beat comes on and she gives me a sideways glance before she starts rapping. Swear to God I lose it. Throwing up gang signs, face muggin' and frowning, she starts rapping F**kin' Problems. Throwing her hands around, she's off in her own little world.
Being around her, it's hard not to get sucked into her fun loving, easy going personality. She has been the only person who can make me smile like this. She's the only one who makes me feel like this. I let her do her thing. She sings and dances, smiles, carries on doin’ her thing and I'm just happy to watch. Hell, I’m just happy to be on this ride with her.
16
Lil
I hadn't noticed how nice Tank's place is. The house is small and very cabin-like on the outside, but the inside is pretty modern. He lives out just a little past my dad's place, but instead of being on a shit ton of land, Tank's house is only set on a few acres.
I asked him why he didn't buy more land and he'd said, “why the fuck would I buy land in town? I got a shit ton of land at the lake and out at my hunting cabin. Don't want no fuckin' land in town around people, babe.” Well that shut me up.
He has a few neighbors and a house across the street, which isn't really around a lot of people, but whatever. Sitting on the couch we're eating pizza and watching TV, but I can't help but look around. You can definitely tell a man lives here, but it's clean and neat for the most part. A nice dark gray suede sectional takes up a large amount of the living room, a scuffed up black coffee table sits in the middle of the room littered with motorcycle, car, and auto parts magazines. Under the coffee table is a nice fuzzy black throw rug. Of course mounted on the wall across from the couch is a TV big enough to rival any movie theater screen. I mean seriously, this police car chase on right now might actually come through the screen and into the living room.
The white carpet is surprisingly clean for how dirty Tanks boots are. Above the couch is a few large black and white pictures of a bike. It's a picture of one bike, but the picture is broken up into six different pictures. They’re symmetrically hung on the wall putting the bike back together. There is a small black book shelf with some books and pictures on it. I didn't think Tank cared to read, but it looks like I was wrong.
The kitchen is adorned with black, white, and slate colored granite atop black cabinets. Stainless steel appliances for your cooking pleasure, but of course there is no table, but why would there be when you can eat on the couch in front of the giant ass TV. Everything is very bachelor and nice. It's comfortable and clean.
“Do you want me to get you a plate?” I ask Tank as he dives hands first into the pizza box. Scrunching up his nose he looks offended by my offer.
Holding up his two hands he says, “Got two plates right here babe.” Holy hell. I could care less if he uses his hands, just thought I'd be polite and offer.
“Okay. Beer then?” I throw over my shoulder as I make my way to the kitchen.
“Please.” Well at least he’s got his manners. I can’t help but smile whenever he uses them. Most guys grunt and grumble which works fine for me. I just appreciate Tank’s manners.
Handing him his beer he smiles and says, “Thanks, babe.”
We're two movies in, The Fast and Furious was first. Why that movie you ask? Because according to Tank, and I quote, “this movie is the fuckin' shit baby. They’ve got bad ass cars, what could be better?” Then we watched Role Models. Both of us are laughing our asses off. No matter how many times I watch it, it kills me each time.
We’re both cuddled up on his couch while he’s smoking a blunt and I’m nursing some wine. We have moved onto our third movie, Transformers.
I've been trying to explain the movie to Tank, but he just doesn't understand the concept of alien Autobots and how they are trying to help save the planet and not blow it up.
“Baby, my bikes or truck start talkin' n' shit, they'll be hunks of scrap metal.” I’m done trying to explain, ‘cause he really doesn't get it. I give up.
“Forget it,” I mutter. He just stares and smiles at me. He thinks I'm funny.
“You're a fuckin' nerd baby.” I've been called a lot of things, A nerd never being one of them.
“I am not!” I scoff, affronted by the word nerd.
Shaking his head he kisses my forehead, “You are. You're a cute fuckin' nerd.” Batting his hands away I get off the couch and set about cleaning up the pizza, beer bottles, and my glass all while ignoring him.
“You mad ‘cause you're a nerd, angel?” He teases me. Flipping him the bird as I round the corner to the kitchen, I continue ignoring him.
“I am NOT a nerd!” I shout from the kitchen. I can hear Tanks deep hardy laugh and I fight the smile that his laugh brings to my lips. Damn him.
“You are, beautiful,” he counters. God he's annoying. Sticking my head around the corner I find him with his hands behind his head reclined comfortably with that asshole smirk on his lips.
“I am not a nerd, biker.” Shaking his head he slowly mouths “you are.” Enunciating each syllable with that smirk right in place. “You're annoying and I hate that smirk.” Eyes wide and mouth gaping, he feigns hurt.
“Take it back.” he demands standing up. Never one to back down I shake my head.
“No.”
Pointing at me he lifts his eyebrows expectantly, waiting for me to do as he says. “Say 'I'm sorry. I take it back baby.'” Snorting a laugh at his bossiness, I shake my head again waving him off. Holding up three fingers, he smirks knowingly.
“Three, baby,” he warns softly folding one finger down leaving only two.