by Jaci J.
“Baby,” he drawls in frustration. Cali turns her concerned eye to me.
“You good boo?” she asks me. I'm good aside from wanting to throttle the shit out of Tank. “Yeah.” Nodding, she leaves us alone. Tank stands in the room looking at me like a he doesn't know me and me staring back like I don't know him either.
“Got some education for your ass, I'll put it down for you if ya need it, Lil.” I just stare at him, waiting for him to go on. Let’s see how he’s gonna “educate” me. “You can't expect me to see a motherfucker hit my girl and not go ape shit.” Sitting on the chair backwards, he’s staring at me, hands in his hair, face hard and unforgiving. I'm standing by the door ready to bolt at any wrong move from him.
“That does not give you the right to flip the fuck out on me. I am not made to sit and take lip from some ignorant piece of shit. I will NOT let some dumb fuck insult my family with his racist remarks. As for you, don't you ever get it confused that I’m anywhere close to being ok with you talking to me like this. I was being me and that shit is never gonna fuckin’ change.” Arms crossed defiantly around myself I listen to that deep drawl, ready for him to tell me how it is.
“Yeah, babe, it does. You think Gin wouldn't have done the same for you? That brother fuckin' loves you girl. What 'bout Stitch or Happy? Those motherfuckers would have done it. Low would have lost his shit, would have shot up the whole Goddamn place, us included if we got in his way. We ain't lettin' no man touch a women, no matter if she’s club property or not. And you girl, you are club property,” he says lamely, like I don't fucking know.
Shrugging my shoulders I try for uncaring.
Sighing with annoyance, he scrubs his hands over his face roughly. Yeah you're wearing my patience down too buddy.
“Listen baby, ain't no man puttin' hands on a women, 'specially my girl. You can throw your fit, stomp around n' shit. But the truth is that you're mine and ain't nobody, and I mean nobody, layin' hands on you. Ever.” Standing up he steps towards me, that smirk eating at this lips, “now get your ass on my bike.”
Shaking my head I step away. “You're not about to reprimand me for having Peaches back. She's my fuckin' family. I will always stand up for her, for all of them. You think that's the last time, you're sorely mistaken.”
Groaning with a exasperation, he throws his hands in the air. “You think I want you to back down, take shit form any motherfucker? You're wrong. … but you can't just go spoutin' off at the mouth whenever your little heart desires Lil. Sure babe, run your mouth to me, Happy, but any other man that ain't in a Disciples cut, you shut the fuck up.” His face serious, tone stern. Taking a deep cleansing breath he continues, “Me or another brother's there, fine. Talk all the shit you want. Spit that shit 'till you're blue in the face angel. Smack, kick, hit whoever and whatever the fuck ya want. We got your back, always. You alone or with the other girls you keep them pretty lips closed. You got me?” he asks pointedly, staring me down with a face that leaves little room for argument.
“Yeah, sure.” Shaking his head in irritated amusement, he grumbles under his breath.
“You're gonna kill me baby, I swear to God. Always worryin' about you has got me antsy and on edge all the fuckin’ time if you’re not with me. Don't ever want to see somethin' happen to you. You don’t understand, that shit would kill me.”
His words hurt my heart. They hit me hard because he’s actually showing the pain it would really cause him and for a moment, his eyes turn sad. He looks so tired and worried. The truth of the matter is he cares and he's worried about me. He wants me safe. I'm used to it from the other guys, but from Tank its new. I've always had a hard time taking orders from anyone, but with Tank, it brought out my fight. He cares about me and I need to remember that.
Taking a step towards him, he reaches a big hand out to me snatching me up and hauling me to him. “You're comin' home with me baby. You got me?” he growls into my hair, face in my neck. Nodding I give in. “I got you.”
21
Tank
Seeing that racist puke raise a hand to my girl, I absolutely lost my fucking shit. My mind just went right out that fucking door. The need to break his neck clouded my judgment ‘cause no motherfucker touches my girl and lives to tell about it. Hit her and you're going to be begging me to let you get your next breath in before I rip your fucking head clean off your body.
I had to put that shit down for her, had to educate her. She wants to fight about it with me, fine. She can fight me all she wants, but I'm not relenting. I don't give a flying fuck who my baby wants to fight with while I'm there. She wants to spout off to anyone, good, I'll let her go. I love my Lil fired up anyways. She's alone, without me or a brother, she better keep that beautifully dirty mouth of hers closed, or she and I will have problems. Mad Lil makes for some madly wild sex. That girl gives it to me as good as I give it then turns around and asks for more. I take that back, she demands more. That bitch doesn’t ask, she tells. That fucking body of hers is like a damn drug to me. She's always got me feigning and hungry for her. Pounding into the sweet warm body has my fucking mind blown. Shit just all makes sense when I'm in her. Everything feels right. Big perfect tits bouncing around in my face so I can grab a handful and suck and bite them as hard as I want. Those beautiful eyes, hot and wild. Sweating, breathing hard, and enjoying every second of my baby. It's never been like this for me. I could fuck a bitch and still think about other shit. Not with Lil. If she's anywhere near me that's all my fuckin’ mind can focus on. Fuck it, even if she's not around, she's still all I can think about. It's a fucking illness. She's all I can see.
“Fuck! … Harder, baby,” that sweet voice rasps into my neck shouting all kinds of dirty shit. I like my baby dirty and wild, that shit turns me the fuck on.
“Fuck me harder motherfucker, give it to me!” Those nails dig into my back drawing blood. Biting on my shoulder my baby makes it hurt and I love it.
“Fuck, baby … Shit.” That sweet tight pussy is the best I've ever had. I want to stay buried balls deep in her for life. Never will I find it any better than this right here. She’s my something worth dying for. She’s wet, warm, and soft, squeezing the fuck out of my dick. I move my hands up and wrap them up in that long hair. I can’t get enough of those juicy plump lips.
I just keep going, hitting her hard, shoving my dick in deep. I’ve got her long tanned legs wrapped around my waist, holding on for the fucking ride. I rock into her body good and fuck her hard. Her soft body giving into me, taking everything I give her and giving it right back. Pressed against the wall just inside my place I fuck her like my life depends on it. We couldn't even make it in past the front door. Hell, I couldn't even get it together enough to get those lace panties off of her. They're still around one ankle.
She started clawing at my clothes and it was all over from there. She got it right here not two feet from the front door. Pounding into her hard I can feel her letting go, that tight pussy gripping the fuck out of me. Fuck, this shit is good. The dirty words stop. Her body goes soft on me and I know I've got her.
“I want it baby.” Those quiet moans and whimpers make me fucking hard as hell. Shit drives me fucking crazy. Pounding into her harder I work for that orgasm. Baby always makes me work for it.
“Please Tank … Please.” she begs desperately. Those eyes closed tightly, lip between her teeth. I love when she begs me, but I love it even more when she starts screaming for me.
“Yeah, that’s it baby.” I am so lost in her pussy that I finally let myself go. Gave my girl three, it's my turn. Pounding into her I let that shit go. Spilling everything I have into her pussy. She's mine. Her body, mine. And I fuck her like she is.
My phone ringing from the nightstand startles me awake. Why don't I turn that shit off? I can't help the angry growl, but that shit just woke me from a dead sleep. Lil's warm naked body is wrapped all around me.
Wrapping my hands in her hair, I tug her face back to mine. Kissing my baby before I heave out of
bed.
“What?” I bark into the phone. A short bark of a laugh fills the phone.
“You kill Lil or did you fuck and make up?” Gin's amused voice rumbles into the phone.
“That shit better not be why you fuckin' woke me up and pulled me away from Lil, asshole.” His deep laugh annoys the shit out of me. Is he always this Godddamn annoying?
“Glad you didn't kill her man. Kinda love that bitch. Anyway, shits all fucked up with a shipment.” Fucking hell. I am not in the mood for this shit. I just want to take my ass back to bed and back to my baby.
“Where the fuck is Low? He can't handle this shit?” Gin laughs again. Apparently I'm a funny motherfucker at two in the fuckin’ morning.
“He's on a run. It's you brother. Rampage is already there. We're at the warehouse waitin'.” With that he hangs up. Fuck, forgot Low's not around.
“You leavin' me?” A soft little voice says from beneath a mass of blankets on my bed. Leaving her? That shit doesn't sit well with me, the way she says it. I'm not going anywhere. Not on her fucking life.
“Nah baby, just got somethin' to handle real fast.” She shifts in the bed, rolling over to face me. “I'll be back. Rampage is here. Get some sleep, yeah? You need anything you call me.” I can make out her nodding her pretty little head.
“Yeah.” Clothes on, slipping on my shit kickers I head for the door.
“Tank?” Turning back Lil's sitting up looking at me. Those big browns blinking up at me in the muted light from the bathroom. Fucking beautiful. “Please be careful. It'd kill me if anything happened to you.” Giving me my words back. That shit hitting me right in the heart. Girl knows how to make it hard for me to leave her.
“Baby, yeah.”
************
Today is the day of the big old trip Lil planned. Not sure if I should be excited or a little scared. Getting a bunch of us together can either be a really fun thing or a really bad thing. We tend to be a little wild and rowdy. Fuck, what am I saying, we're wild as fuck and party just as hard.
Listening to her on the phone this morning, I hear there are about a hundred Disciples coming, along with their families. Shit's about to get crazy. Nothing better than a Disciples party. I had to leave her at home, got shit to handle before we head out. Lil will be meeting Gin, Crush, Arms, Sargent, and me up there later. Happy and Stitch will be following her and the girls up. I think Twinks and Low are already up there with some of the guys. The rest of the crew will show up whenever.
A few hours later, we head out and ride up into the mountains. Pulling up to the lake, it's fucking beautiful. Picture perfect. Deep blue water surrounded by miles of thick dense green rainforest. Two hour drive from the club up into the mountains of the beautiful Pacific Northwest.
I've got a cabin up here. Low has one, same with Tiny. The club owns a large bit of land up here. Each place has seven bedrooms, four bathrooms, a kitchen, and a living room. Everyone gets a room, bunks up, or sleeps wherever there's an open spot. Shit, some guys just throw their bedrolls on the ground outside and camp out around the fire.
Unpacking and getting shit put away takes an hour. Me and Gin are setting up the grill when I hear the sound of familiar pipes. It’s early afternoon and the sun is high in the sky, the heat just starting to set in. Lil's dirty as fuck, jacked up black Rubicon comes into view, along with a few bikes. Doors off, loud ass music pouring out of her Jeep.
“Trouble's here,” Gin chuckles. Yeah, no shit.
Coming to a stop, Peaches leaps from the car. Girl forgot her clothes again, tiny ass shorts is all she managed to put on.
Looking at Gin I let him know, “You're old lady forgot her clothes man.”
Shaking his head he grumbles, “as always.”
Heading right for Gin, Peaches giggles and shouts, “it's hot as a motherfucker.” Gin just shakes his head again clearly not shocked by her lack of clothes.
Out comes Lil wearing a tiny as fuck bikini top. Those beautiful big tits on full display and a pair of cut off jean shorts, unbuttoned and rolled down. Girl forgot her shoes along with Peaches clothes, again. She doesn't stop wearing shit like that we're going to be spending a lot of time alone in my room naked and in bed. She has tanned soft skin for days. Fucking perfection.
“Aye baby,” she says, big doe eyes beaming up at me. Every time. She gets to me every fucking time. The need to take her ass upstairs and remind her she's mine hits me good. Instead I focus on the dirty ass Jeep, trying pathetically to distract myself and my dick from her body.
“Hey darlin’, you run into some big ass mud puddles on your way here?” I ask her pointing to her dirty ride. Pretty sure I just had a Prospect wash it. Laughing she shoots Cali a sly smile. “Them bitches jumped outta nowhere. Big ol’ mud pits, had no choice but to bust through 'em,” she says enthusiastically, smiling and talking with her hands. Always so fucking happy. I love watching her. Both girls giggle at each other. My favorite fucking sound.
Standing around a blazing fire, beer in hand and my girl cuddled up next to me, it's a perfect fuckin’ way to end a day. We played in the water, took the boats out, played around the lake. We drank, ate, hung out and talked bullshit. Today was a good fucking day.
Every brother from my club is here with forty brothers from surrounding chapters thrown into the mix with us. Some friends, new and old club whores, and a whole fuck of a lot of family. Lil put my flannel over her small ass white bikini, she still looks hot as hell though. She's still making it hard not to take her ass up stairs.
Her and Cali are gabbing about shit I don't care about. Those two can and do talk about everything.
“Another beer?” she asks me. Shit yes.
“Yeah babe.” Walking over to the cooler I watch that beautiful ass go. The curve of her ass. Tiny waist, those perfectly thick thighs. Fuck she is perfect. That shit is mine and I thank fuck every day for that woman.
“Lil's a motherfuckin' genius,” Crush declares. He's swimming in new pussy. Brother is in heaven.
Two girls under each arm looking high and happy as hell. Looking over at Crush, she smiles and rolls her eyes at him. “I fuckin' love your Old Lady man.”
My Old Lady? Oh fuck. Lil looks taken back, eyes swinging to me. Surprise all over that perfect face.
“To Lil,” Gin toasts. Every person within ear shot toasts Lil. She's stuck staring at me like she doesn't know whether to cry or smile. Fucking shit. Remind me to slap the shit outta Crush later. With slow thoughtful steps, she reaches me handing me my beer.
“Calm down baby,” I try to pacify her instantly. Not about to have this shit blow up. She smiles at me, but it's more like a damn grimace. “Am I your Old Lady?” she whispers like it's a curse word. Like she might choke on it if she isn't careful. If I say yes, is she gonna run for the hills? If I say no, is she going to freak the fuck out?
“Whatever you want, always. It's your world baby, I just live in it.” Not about to argue that shit. She's mine and that's the only label my girl needs. Nodding she smiles, but the look in those brown eyes says we're talking about this later. Shoot me now.
Drinks are flowing, smokes being passed around. Everyone's feeling good and hanging out. Music's blaring and the fires blazing.
“Yo Tank,” Spike yells at me, waving me over. I'm making the rounds talking with everybody.
“Be back baby.” Kissing Lil on them plump lips, I leave her with Cali and Peaches roasting marshmallows and girly giggling.
Making my way around, I go to catch up with two brothers, Spike and Rico. It's been a while since I've seen them. Both used to be part of our chapter until they went nomad. They only roll into town a couple times a year
We shoot the shit for a while until he hits me with an unexpected question.
“You fuckin' with Lil?” Spike asks me looking over at her.
“Yeah.” Not sure where this shit is going. Makes me antsy when motherfuckers talk about her. Even more so when they start asking questions.
“Sweet a
ss girl, yeah?” Those eyes get soft like everyone who looks at her.
“Sure,” I mutter. Not sure if sweet is the word I’d use for her. She sure as fuck can be sweet, but I've seen wild, crazy, mad as fuck from her too.
“You’re lookin' at her like you own her. Got somethin' goin' with her man?” Nodding my head I watch Lil. She's smiling and laughing with her girls. Happy as fuck. Those eyes light and easy, exactly how I like her.
“Well shit man, didn't think sis had it in her to move on from Josh, but then again it's you, Tank the pussy slayer.” That shit catches my attention real quick.
“Who the fuck is Josh?” I swear my head damn near snaps off from how quickly he caught my attention with that one sentence.
Spike and Rico share a look, both looking at me like I'm crazy for not knowing.
“You ain't never heard of him?” Rico asks.
No. If I had I wouldn't be asking who he fucking is.
“I sure as fuck haven't.” Shaking his head he reaches into the cooler pulling a beer out for me. That's never a good way to start a conversation.
“Here, you're gonna need it.” Rico says, passing the beer over to me.
Those words sure as shit are not comforting. Looking back at Lil, my girl, I wonder what scary ass shit I'm about to find out about her.
“When you meet Lil?” Rico asks me.
“'Bout three months ago,” I answer right back. Sure as fuck has felt longer though. Now that she's part of my life I couldn't imagine my life without her.
“You didn't know her before that?” Giving him a look that says hurry the fuck up, he gets on with it. “Josh was Lil's boyfriend way back. We all thought he'd make her his Old Lady n' shit. Kid was crazy obsessed with her, and when I say crazy, I mean crazy. Homicidal, suicidal crazy in love with that girl. Didn't want brothers looking at her, touching her, but he sure as fuck paraded her around like a trophy. Fuck, him and Gin went rounds over that shit.”