by Jaci J.
That doesn’t make me fucking happy. Homicidal? The suicidal part I 'm not worried about. He wants to blow his head off? By all means, blow away. Homicidal, that doesn’t sit well with me. Hope that motherfucker isn’t running around here somewhere.
“Anyways, Low and Josh's pops we're in the service together. They were friends, but Josh's pops was never a member. Josh n' her had known each other since they were kids. Shit just kinda went from there. If I remember right, Lil was fourteen when they started datin', Josh was sixteen. Low didn't like it, but he dealt with it.
At seventeen, Josh was brought in. Low patched him in so he could keep an eye on him. Josh joined the service as soon as he turned eighteen. From what I heard, he ended up in the same unit with a few Draco boys and became friends. Little motherfucker started feedin' them club business.”
Shit, I didn't know any of this. Fuck. I find this Josh motherfucker, I'm blowing his head off. One for even looking at my girl and two for fuckin’ with my club.
Staring at Lil, I listen to Spike and Rico.
“Came home on leave, started war with Low. Brought Lil into the shit, got her ass caught up in it and Low was mad as fuck. One night we caught up with Josh alone with Lil outside her house. We caught that motherfucker up good. Grilled him for hours, beat the livin' shit outta him. We got nothin'. Little prick tried to run, but Crow got to him. You know Crow?”
I'd met him once or twice, but I didn't really know him.
“No, not well.” Shaking his head Spike continues.
“Well Crow bagged his head for some fuckin' reason. Put the bastard on his knees, all of us around him, then Crow blew a hole in his head all all of us, including Lil, watched. Baby girl stood not ten feet away and having to watch. Sis must of been in shock, no tears, no screaming. She stood there with his blood all over her. She left a few months after. Don't blame her. Haven't seen her since, till tonight, that is. Figured she'd never recover from that shit. Never move on. Guess I was wrong. A few weeks after, Crow was shot dead by a Draco boy.” Jesus Christ my poor fucking girl.
22
Lil
“How many of them you gonna eat sis?” Gin inquires with a sneaky laugh, eying my third s'more. I'm about to smack the hell out of him if he doesn’t stop staring at my s'more with hungry eyes. I've made three, but I'll be damned if I've got to eat any of them. This shit snatched up my first two.
“Go away Gin,” I mutter with a dirty glare. His comment has nothing to do with me, and all about him trying to jack my s'more. He's sneaky that way, too damn lazy to make his own. His tactic is to make a rude comment to distract me, then snatch and dash.
“Gin shut the fuck up. I want my baby eatin'. That shit makes that ass of Lil’s even juicier for me,” Tanks says into my ear, hands wrapped up in my hair.
Gin makes a gagging noise and looking at Tank, I wrinkle my nose up at his comment, eliciting a laugh from him.
“Don't fuckin' look at me like that. You know I love your ass big n' juicy.” Pulling my face to his, he kisses me hard. I’m all wrapped up in Tank when I feel Peaches behind me. With two big palms full of my ass, she grabs and shakes it.
“Yeah girl, you know how I feel about that ass too,” she giggles sweetly. Gin groans.
Pulling away from me, Tank looks over my shoulder at Peaches.
“Bitch what are you doin' to my girls ass?” Peaches bats her eyelashes at him. Here comes wild Peaches.
“What? It's a nice ass.” She shrugs one shoulder.
“It is, and it's mine. Sure as fuck don't share with a dude, but that shit goes for bitches too. Lil's ass is all mine.” I can't help but to laugh at Peaches lesbian tendencies. Always trying to get a rise out of someone.
“Not so sure 'bout that honey,” Peaches quips challenging Tank. I can feel Tanks arms tighten around me. Time for a little fun with my over protective guy.
“Lil?” Peaches whispers seductively giving me come hither eyes. Turning in Tanks arms I launch myself at Peaches. Catching me, we both go tumbling backwards onto the ground. My legs wrapped around Peaches hips, arms around her neck. With my hair shielding my face, I pretend to kiss her with exaggerated vigor. We both make smacking and sucking noises. Peaches is giggling.
Gin's groaning and grumbling, Stitch is clapping his hands, clearly enjoying the show and Cali's laughing and saying “Does this not remind us of the BBQ of 06?”
Big hands wrap around my middle hauling me off of Peaches. Both of us are laughing, trying to catch our breath.
“Alright you little fuckin' tease.” Pressed against Tank's hard chest my feet dangle from the ground, his arms around my waist. He puts his face in my neck and licks a path up my neck to my ear. Biting down on my ear, he growls, sending a chill straight down my body. “Fuckin' tease me? I'll show you tease baby. See if I let you cum later,” he breathes. Nodding my head vigorously, I'm hauled up over Tanks shoulders. With a hard smack to the ass, he strides off with me.
Passing people, as we go he marches into the house and into the living room not giving anyone a second look. Boots thudding on the floor, I can feel that swagger in his big hard body.
“You like carrying me around caveman style, biker?” I ask him. Smacking my ass again, I groan.
“Like doin' any fuckin' thing that requires me to have my hands on or in you, baby.” How can something so crude be so sweet? His words always make my panties wet.
“Yeah?” I tease him by wiggling around. My hands running up and down his back lightly. I can feel his shoulders shake with a laugh.
“Baby, fuck yeah.”
I’ve never been in Tank's cabin, but it's the exact duplicate of my Dad’s. Same old hard wood floors throughout. Same sunken living room with its river rock and drift wood fireplace. Kitchen in the same spot. Tanks looks newly updated, but then I haven't been in my Dad's place for almost eight years.
“You gonna carry me all the way upstairs?” The blood is starting to rush to my head and my heart is pounding in my ears. “Because you carry me upside down much longer, I’m gonna pass out.”
The bottom of the stairs comes into view when Tank stops his persistent marching.
“Your head hurt baby?” His voice full of worry instantly. Setting me on my feet, I see the worry that’s evident on his face. A worried Tank is kind of cute. Touching my face softly he looks me over.
“I'm okay. Just thought you'd want to be warned before my head exploded all over you and your lovely cabin.” With exaggerated hand gestures, I pretend to blow my head up.
Rolling his eyes he snorts a laugh. “Nerd.”
A loud yell from the porch catches both of our attention. A whole lot of stomping and screaming wafts in from outside the screen door. Swinging towards the door, Tank look like he's ready to kill somebody.
“I fuckin' hate you!” Oh shit.
“You hate me bitch?” Good God. The door flies open bringing an angry Peaches and a pissed of Gin inside. How nice of them to bring their shit show inside.
“Get away from me you cheatin' piece of biker trash!” Peaches screams at him, stomping her feet and throwing her hands around. Lord, she’s letting the accent out, stomping around screaming in Spanish.
Peaches rushes towards me, hiding behind me when Gin makes a grab for her.
Gin storms towards us, with an angry scowl etched into his face. Tank turns a confused face towards all three of us. How in the hell did I end up as Peaches shield?
“Lil, get your disgusting fuckin' cousin away from me!”
Oh, so now he's my cousin, meaning my problem? Twelve minutes ago he was her boo boo. These two, I swear to God, could be the death of my sanity.
Gin looks truly shocked at her words. I don't know why they are acting like this is something new. I'm having a bit of déjà vu standing here. I think this is the exact same fight that happened in the exact same spot of my dad’s cabin about eight years ago while in high school.
“Lil, tell you're spoiled ass bitch of a friend to calm the fuck down and
listen to her man,” Gin yells at me. Why am I now the one being yelled at? Does anyone else see something wrong with this picture?
“Hey, fuck you Gin! I am not spoiled you prick!” Looking over at Tank, he looks a little bemused and maybe a little scared of Peaches. Her long nails and flailing arms may cause bodily injury.
“Bitch, ya are too spoiled. Give ya ass whatever the fuck ya want, whenever the fuck ya want it.”
Peaches stomps her foot and shrieks. Commence the three year old bitch fit.
“Yeah only so you can fuck around on me all of the Goddamn time with the nasty cunts at the club! GOD I hate you!”
Stalking towards Peaches with hard, mean eyes, she squeaks and jumps behind me hiding from Gin, using me as her human shield again.
“Bitch, I do not fuckin' cheat on you. The only pussy my dick goes near is yours. So what if I get my dick sucked from time to time? It's your ass I come home to every Goddamn night. I take care of your ass, real well I might add. I deserve a little head now and again.”
A crazy depraved cackle rattles from Peaches. Oh shit.
“You're a fuckin' loser. So what you buy me shit. Want a fuckin' award?” Peaches laughs at Gin. I think Gin may strangle this girl.
“Who the fuck bought you a house? Did you forget 'bout the brand fuckin' new Range Rover in your driveway at the house I bought? What 'bout them hundreds of fifteen hundred dollar purses your ass has? How 'bout them shopping trips, hair appointments, trips to the spa, vacations? Who put that never ending wad of cash in them expensive ass purses?” He counters. These two must be bipolar.
Staring at Tank, I long to be up over his shoulder and heading up stairs, exploding head be damned.
“Well you two have been fuckin' entertaining, but it's annoyin' as fuck now. I'll be upstairs.” Tank grumbles as he heads for the stairs. Take me with you, I want to say, but Peaches is holding onto to me like I'm her only hope. Looking back over his shoulder at me his eyes soften. “Baby, I'll be waitin' for you.”
Left alone with homicidal Gin and crazy Peaches I'm not sure if I should be worried or annoyed. “You don't pay for everything, you fuckwad!” Peaches grates out, hands on her hips and all kinds of attitude. Okay this has been fun, but I'd rather be up stairs with Tank.
“Look, you two love each other. Figure it the fuck out. You two are driving me bat shit crazy,” I scold them like two children.
Gin grumbles something under his breath while Peaches throws her hands up in the air, shrieking again.
Stomping off towards her room, she yells incoherently. “Fuck you Gin!” She wails one last obscenity before slamming the door behind her and rattling the windows.
Slumping into the couch, Gin looks exhausted. Peaches is a hand full, but she loves him with everything she has. He's all she's ever known and she's given him everything she has to give.
Sitting down next to him, I shake my head disapprovingly. “She loves you Caleb.”
Turning his head slowly towards me he looks at me crazy. “Wow, broke out the real name business, huh sis,” he mumbles with a small smile.
“I did. But for real, you know she loves you. She's tired of waitin' for you to make her your Old Lady. It's been ten years.” I say holding ten figures up for emphasis. “Y'all have known each other longer than that. Do you not love her enough to give her that?”
Grumbling some more, he shakes his head. “I do love that crazy fuckin' bitch Lil, more than anythin', but fuckin' hell, she wears on a guy. Drivin' me crazy n' shit.”
I can understand that, she drives me crazy. But I still love her. “Look at it this way. If she died tomorrow, you'd be fuckin' sick about it, it'd kill you. You'd never get over that. Don't fuck it up with her. You love her; she loves you and puts up with your cheating ass. Whether you fuck them or not, getting your dick sucked by someone other than your girl is still cheating.” Holding up my hand, I instantly stop his attempt to protest. “And before you say you don't cheat, we all know you do. So go fix it.”
With another grumble, he heaves himself from the couch. Impossibly hard headed men. Following him, I head for the stairs, him heading for Peaches room.
“Lil?” Gin calls me back.
“Huh?” Smiling at me he walks up, wrapping an arm around me. “Glad your back. Missed your ass.” Kissing my forehead he smiles. “Love you, sis.”
23
Tank
Had to get away from crazy ass Peaches and mad as fuck Gin. I left my girl to fix that shit. Those two are something else. Always fighting and arguing, driving anyone within ear shot crazy. Lil might be bossy as hell sometimes, but at least she isn’t crazy or mean like Peaches.
Grabbing up a case of beer, I head upstairs and right to the deck and into a lounge chair. Party is in full swing down by the lake. I can see two big ass bonfires blazing and hear the music pouring from some nearby speakers. Hundreds of people are hanging out, having fun.
Relaxing back into the chair I crack a beer.
“Tank?” Lil's sweet voice hits me. A voice I don't think I'll ever get sick of.
“Out here.” A few seconds later Lil walks onto the deck and I can't tear my eyes away from her. Without a word she's on me. Legs draped over my lap straddling my waist, chest to chest and her face in my neck. I can feel her warm breath on my skin, hands in my hair.
Sighing, she buries her face into me and I bury my face in her hair. She smells like vanilla or something sweet as hell. Like a Godddamn cupcake and all that sweet shit that goes along with it. She smells amazing. It's a smell that will forever bring a smile to my face.
It's too hard not to touch her. I’m always finding reasons to touch her whenever and wherever I can. I put my hand under my thermal she's sporting to the soft skin at the small of her back.
“You okay baby?”
Sighing deeply, she nods her head. I love those little sighs and whimpers. Not sure if she's lying, but I'm not about to argue it. This shit is too good to fuck with. For as long as I can remember, there were only a few things I wanted out of my life. I'm not complicated or a needy guy. Only a few things I need to make me happy, keep my content. My club, my bike, money, somewhere warm and wet to stick my dick from time to time, and the open road. Now all of that has been blown to shit. This girl that walked into Church and rocked my world. None of it seems exactly the same anymore. Sure I still need my club, my bike and some shit, but Lil is at the top of that list now. Not sure how I've become so damn attached in such a short amount of time, pretty sure that shit isn't healthy either, but fuck if I don't love it. It scares the shit out of me though. She scares the shit out of me. There isn't much that can bring me to my knees, but holding Lil, I know she's the one thing that can. All this shit is scary and amazing.
Sitting in silence I know it won't last long. Lil's never silent long.
Sitting up on me, she looks like she wants to say something. Ass pressing into my dick, I notice her little furrowed brow, but fuck it's hard to concentrate on that face when that ass is on me.
“Tank?” I think she just said something to me, but Jesus Christ, she shifted when she said it. And now I'm hard.
“Hmm?” Yeah, I'm trying real hard not to move her. If she starts to wiggle more, then those bikini bottoms will be shredded.
“Where's this thing goin' with us?” Well if she doesn’t stop moving around on my dick, this thing is going to end with her naked and riding me.
“What baby?” I know I better say something before she starts spouting off.
“This,” she says waving her hands between the two of us.
And fuck, she moved again. Concentrate asshole, concentrate. Don't know why the fuck she's even asking me this.
“I mean, am I your Old Lady?” she reiterates. She knows damn well where this is going. She knows she's mine.
“You fuckin' somebody else?” I ask her. That beautiful face gapes at me. Yeah baby, I just asked you that. I love when she's speechless, it's a rarity.
“Of course not,” she fires cle
arly offended by my question. Damn right she's not. I knew that, but don’t mean I don't fucking like hearing it.
“You wanna be fuckin' someone else?” I hit her with another one. Now Lil's getting fired up, hands on her hips and her lips pursed in annoyance. Oh shit, there's the eye roll from them brown beauties.
“What are you gettin' at?” she snaps.
Hell she just wiggled again. She's got to feel that shit ‘cause Lord knows I can feel it.
“Answer me Lil.” Making that little annoyed noise in the back of her throat she rolls her eyes again.
“No I don't want to fuck anybody else,” she grumbles lamely. Well there she has it.
“You're the only bitch I'm fuckin' or want to be fuckin' so there ya have it, baby.”
She doesn't seem satisfied with my answer. Women. I swear they complicate the easiest of things.
“So I'm your Ol’ Lady,” she states, but I know she's asking me. Now she's got me rolling my eyes.
“Fuck yes.” Not sure how much more plainly I can put it. “You want a ring to prove that shit? I'll give that to you. A wedding? Fine. You want a baby? I'm game. Whatever I need to do to let you and everyone else know that You. Are. Mine.”
After I say it I wait for the freak out, but she just sits silently for a moment. There she goes again shifting and shit. I can't sit here like this anymore. “Off me babe.” She stares at me for a second. “Up,” I tell her, giving that ass a hard smack, landing my hand on that perfect ass. Love that sound.
“You're up on my lap wigglin' n' grindin' your ass into my dick and it’s got me wantin' to fuck you. Now c'mere.” She smirks at me standing a few feet away. Fucking tease. Baby knew exactly what she was doing, using that pussy as a weapon.
With a little evil laugh, she backs away from me. Yeah she wants to make me work for it and she knows damn well I'll do it, too.