Big Daddy

by Alexis Abbott

  “Maybe this is a business meeting after all, they’ve finally come around and got a proposal for us,” Chainlink says, grinning.

  “Oh, I got a proposal, alright,” Breaker says, chuckling.

  “Juliette is with me,” I say, getting the others’ attention immediately, and I meet both their gazes, especially Diesel’s.

  “Yeah, you seem like the right kind of ugly son of a bitch to do the job,” Diesel says scornfully. “Don’t they keep you on a leash these days?”

  “Big Daddy’s free to do whatever he wants,” Breaker says coolly, not willing to give Diesel all the ground to flex nuts as much as he likes.

  Meetings between MC leaders are serious business. To get guys like these to agree to an honorable meeting is a feat in and of itself. There’s going to be some tension for dominance. The thought of Juliette is the only thing keeping either side from tearing the other apart.

  “What I want to do is explain,” I say in a firm, forceful tone that dominates the table instantly. I speak little in meetings for a reason. When I do, people listen. “She’s with me willingly. She met up with me when she came back to take care of your mother.”

  “How did you-” Diesel starts to demand, his face turning red with anger.

  “She told me,” I say. “Because we’ve talked. A lot. If fact, I’d say she enjoys it--enough that she says yes when I asked her to marry me.”

  Chainlink spits his drink out to the side, and Diesel blinks his beady eyes at me, totally stupefied.

  “We’re engaged,” I repeat slowly. “And she’s with me because we’re planning a wedding. Soon.”

  “I didn’t come to this meeting to rub this shit in your face, as much as I’d like that, bud,” Breaker says to Diesel after a long swig of his drink. “I’m not going to bullshit you and pretend like we get along, but this is what it is. I respect bonds, Diesel. Juliette thinks you do to. I want to propose a truce over the wedding.”

  “You’re invited,” I say, nodding. “Juliette wants this. If you want to see her to prove it, we’re ready to do that.”

  Diesel stares at both of us in disbelief for a solid ten seconds, then looks to Chainlink briefly. They blink, Diesel raising his eyebrows, and he picks up his drink to knock back the rest of it before setting it down.

  “Well, fuck me,” he says in a low tone. “Guess that leaves me no choice...but to tell you two to go sit on an ice pick together, get comfortable, and suck my dick while you’re at it,” he says with a bright smile on his face, folding his hands in front of him before his face turns bright red. “You fuckin’ serious? Why the hell would you think I care? I hate that bitch.”

  Our jaws drop, and it takes every ounce of strength in me not to lunge across the table at Diesel and slam his head into that glass.

  “The hell?” Breaker blurts.

  “Take that back before I cut your tongue out, fuckhead,” I snarl at Diesel as I stand to my feet and plant both hands on the table between us.

  In an instant, all three others at the table are up, and the rest of the pub looks our way with alarm as the tension in the room goes from neutral to fifth gear in the blink of an eye.

  “Someone’s got a crush,” Diesel grunts, unimpressed. “Look man, I don’t know what you see in her, but I don’t give a shit what my sister does. I just want to know why you think you can fuck with my people and get away with it, but now I see you’re too chickenshit to do that, either. Figured you’d at least shoot up mom’s place and scare her out of bed,” he says, chuckling like a teenager.

  “You don’t deserve a sister like her,” I say in a bloodthirsty voice, thinking hard about going for the knife I hid in my boot before Diesel goes for the one he’s probably got hidden in his.

  “I think you deserve her just fine,” he says with vague disgust, looking me up and down and snorting a laugh. “And don’t you two think for a second I’ll hesitate from making her a widow, either. If the bitch is stupid enough to let herself get swept up with dead men like you, she deserves whatever she gets.”

  “I’m going to melt down that fucking ring in your nose for our wedding bands,” I growl, seeing red.

  Just before I can reach across the table and make good on my promise, the doors of the pub fly open, and light floods in.

  “Are you fucking serious?!” Juliette blurts, fire in her eyes as she crosses the restaurant to our table.

  Juliette

  “You two couldn’t keep things civil for five damn minutes, could you?” I blurt out angrily as I stumble into the pub. “Come on!” I groan.

  Bikers, I swear to god. Why are they so intrinsically drawn to drama? It’s like they’re hardwired to pick fights with one another. I come storming through the door with my long black hair whipping out behind me. I’m amazed I was able to slip out of my guard’s grasp, but then, I’ve always been pretty good at wiggling my way out of situations I don’t want to be in. I march straight up to the table where Diesel and Daddy are seated, clearly on the verge of descent into punch-drunk chaos. I’m happy to have reached them before the first hook is thrown. Maybe I can intervene and stop this crazy train from rolling. But my elation is short-lived when I realize that Bones is barely a hair’s breadth behind me, and I instantly feel his strong hands grab my arms from behind, yanking me back a little. I struggle in his grasp, kicking and grunting.

  “Why are you holding me back? Stop them!” I cry out.

  “Don’t you dare let her go,” Daddy growls.

  I feel an arrow strike through my heart when he says those words. I feel betrayed. Wounded. Totally dazed. Bones tightens his grip on me and I feel that searing hot anger flare up inside of me.

  “I thought you were going to give me some damn freedom,” I snap.

  He hisses back, “Not if you’re just going to go dancing right back into danger.”

  “You poor idiot. Biting off way more than you can chew with that one there. She’s always been a difficult girl to control,” Diesel sneers.

  “Control? You’ve never had control of me,” I toss back. “I do what I want, not what you tell me to.”

  “Sure. You’re an independent woman with her life all figured out. That’s how you ended up right here: by making good choices,” Diesel taunts me.

  “I made good choices,” I say through gritted teeth. “The best one was getting the hell away from that town. Away from all the bad memories. Away from you.”

  “Oh, step off,” he scoffs. “I can’t believe I ever let you follow your stupid little heart to Colorado. What did you think was going to happen there? That you would just pull up your roots and plant yourself in that nice dark soil, turn into some beautiful fucking flower or whatever?”

  Tears burn hotly in my eyes. I blink them away. I refuse to let that jerk see me cry. I won’t give him the satisfaction.

  “I wanted a chance at a normal life, okay? Is that so much to ask for?” I mumble.

  “With our family? Our cursed lineage? Not a chance in hell,” he replies, folding his arms over his chest.

  “I should’ve known sharing a bloodline with you would mark me for bad luck,” I toss right back. If he can come at me with swords I can at least hold up a knife. He shook his head in disgust.

  “I thought maybe you weren’t so bad when you finally gave up your stupid pipe dream of making it in Denver and came home to serve your family like you should’ve been doing all along,” he growls.

  “Serve? Excuse me?” I gasp indignantly.

  “Yeah. I thought, ‘oh good, she’s come back to reality.’ You were taking care of our useless mother. Cooking dinner. Keeping the house clean. Paying the bills and all that boring domestic shit. I liked that: knowing both my women kin were in the house where they belong,” he jabs.

  “Women kin? Useless? That’s our mom you’re talking about. Since when do you talk like that?” I ask softly.

  “A lot of things can change in seven years, Jules,” he quips.

  I feel the icy coldness of his stare deep down
in my very soul and slithering frigidly through my veins.

  “Who the hell are you anymore?” I whisper.

  “Maybe if you had stuck around, you would know,” Diesel snaps.

  “I came back when I was needed! I’m the one at home taking care of Mom all day every day. I’m the one holding the threads of this messed up family together, just like always,” I defend myself. “What more do you want from me?”

  “Oh, don’t pretend you ever gave a damn about me or your parents,” he hisses.

  “I came back,” I repeat passionately. “To help!”

  “Pfft. Yeah. Okay, sis. More like you’ve come back to spread your legs every time you hear a motorcycle ride by the house. Tell me, how long did you wait before jumping into bed with this goon?” he insults me.

  Big Daddy immediately stands up to his full impressive height, knocking over a bar stool in the process. With his hands balling up into fists, he looms over a cool and calculated Diesel.

  “Shut your mouth. Don’t you talk about her that way,” Daddy warns.

  “She’s my sister, I’ll speak to her however I want,” Diesel hurls back icily.

  “Guys, cool it! We came here to do business, not to start a brawl!” I insist, trying to wrench away from Bones so I can step between the two men who had been the most important in my world in recent times.

  Diesel flat out laughs, looking at me with a mixture of pity and resentment. It scares me down to the core to see that look on his face. My heart sinks as it dawns on me that there are no traces left of the young man I used to recognize as my rebellious but still totally human older brother. Now he seems almost beastlike, his eyes completely devoid of any emotion or warmth. Everything from his smirking lips to his sniveling nose and furrow brow speaks of bitterness. I can’t help but feel a twinge of guilt. What if it is my fault that he’s like this? What if the strain and hurt of my abandonment was the catalyst that hardened his heart and turned him into the evil, twisted up cyclone of a man he is today?

  The thought is nearly enough to make me crumble. The idea that my desperate bid for freedom in Colorado could’ve ruined everything is a painful one to swallow. I feel like I could drown in the depths of my regret and shame. But I’m zapped back to reality by the menacing way Diesel stands up and puffs out his chest, preening and trying to intimidate Big Daddy. Panic swirls up in my gut as I watch them glare each other down.

  “And then you had to come back and cause more trouble by cavorting around the place with the enemy,” Diesel snarls. “Making me look like a chump.”

  “You’ve got it backwards,” Daddy breaks in.

  “Excuse me?” is the cold response.

  “You heard me. You cannot blame Juliette for your own shitty decision making. The only reason she’s ended up in my arms is because you’ve forced her there,” Daddy insists.

  I wonder if he truly believes that. It makes my heart ache. I wish I could assure him that what I feel for him is greater than our circumstances, stronger than the forces that brought me into his protection. But not right now. I have an all-out fight to defuse.

  “If you won’t keep her safe, I will,” Big Daddy says sharply. “You can count on that.”

  “I couldn’t care less about her safety. You can have her. Do whatever you want with her. She’s already ruined, you know. I bet she sucked every cock she met in Colorado,” Diesel cackles.

  I feel my face burn hot with humiliation. I open my mouth to deny it all, but it’s like I’m frozen in place. Too stunned to do a thing to stop the dominoes from falling.

  “You slimy bastard. I’ll warn you one more time not to talk about Juliette that way. Hell, don’t talk about any woman that way,” Big Daddy growls.

  “Oh, because you’re a shining example of chivalry yourself? Yeah. Right,” Diesel retorts.

  “Simmer down,” hisses Bones from behind me.

  “Don’t tell me what to do,” my brother barks.

  “You know, none of this would’ve happened if you had just stayed on the straight and narrow like I did!” I blurt out suddenly, unable to hold it back.

  “You’re a good girl now, huh? Is that what you’re selling these days? You’re not fooling anybody,” he snipes.

  “You got all tangled up with that goddamn bike club. Fell in with the wrong crowd,” I accuse.

  “Sis, I am the wrong crowd. I am the one you all should fear,” he declares.

  “You have no idea what you’re even saying,” Daddy scoffs. “All you are is a failure of a brother and a disgrace of a son.”

  “Oh no,” I breathe, watching the colors change from shocked pale to apoplectic red on Diesel’s face.

  “How dare you talk about my family?” he growls.

  “It’s true!” I burst out.

  “You’re siding with him again?” Diesel snarls angrily.

  In the next several seconds, a lot of things happen at once. Diesel lunges at Big Daddy, preparing to swing at his face. But Bones releases me and jumps to restrain Diesel as Daddy ducks masterfully out of the way. Diesel shrugs out of Bones’s grip and manages to spit bitterly at the ground before storming out of the pub in a huff. To my relief, nobody goes after him. Not until the guy called Chainlink stalks out of the pub a few moments later, looking determined and resigned.

  I feel totally dazed and wracked with guilt and rage in almost equal measure. I could tell that it’s the fact that his own sister, someone he views as inherently beneath him, has called him out in front of everyone, that has him the most ruffled. I get the sense everybody else is aware of it, too. I’m still stunned with anger and hurt when finally Bones judges the coast is clear and Big Daddy leads me out of the pub. We take off on his motorcycle, rumbling off down the quiet highway while I stew in my bitter feelings.

  By the time we get home, I’m still seething. In fact, I feel like my negative emotions have just been building up the whole ride back.

  “You’re shaking like a leaf. You feel okay?” Daddy asks as he helps me dismount the bike.

  “I’m just pissed off, that’s all,” I admit.

  “You need to calm down. You’re going to work yourself up and get sick,” he warns me gently.

  “I can’t calm down! I feel like I’m about to explode!” I confess, feeling that annoying lump in my throat again.

  “You need a release,” he says.

  “God, yes. Something. Anything,” I whimper.

  Without another word, Big Daddy lifts me up into his arms and carries me inside the house. He takes me straight to the kitchen and hoists me up onto the counter. Before I can even make sense of things, he’s pulling down my underwear and hiking up my skirt. His thigh wedges mine apart and I sigh with anticipation.

  “Do it. Fuck me hard and fast,” I hiss.

  “Gladly,” he growls. “Hold on tight.”

  I do what I’m told. Big Daddy unbuttons his jeans and tugs them down enough to let his cock bounce free. He barely has to touch my cunny before I’m dripping wet and ready for him. He teases my sensitive clit while he slowly slides the full length of his enormous shaft inside of me. I groan and press into him, silently begging for more. Always more. I can never get enough.

  Daddy pounds into me mercilessly, keeping me on the edge of the counter to hit my g-spot over and over again. Every time, I feel the anger in my body decrease and the excitement increase. Everything is just better with him. Everything feels so damn good.

  He kisses me deeply as he spears my tight little pussy, both of us rocking and moaning in tandem, working ever upward to the heights of intense pleasure. It doesn’t take long for me to reach the edge, and as I grasp at his shoulders for balance, I feel his muscular body tense up and his cock pumps my fertile flower full of his sticky seed. I gush all over his cock, my juices running and mixing with his as they slide down my thighs and drip onto the kitchen floor.

  As we get cleaned up, we trot off to the bathroom together and this time he runs a luxurious bath. We sink into the tub together, with my back
resting against his chest. He softly kisses the top of my head.

  “So,” he murmurs, “are you still down for our little fake wedding?”

  I nod eagerly. “Yes. I’m sure now. Diesel may act cold, but I know it’s got to reach him deep down. If we could have any chance at all of saving lives, it’s worth it. Right?” I suggest.

  At least, that’s my excuse for now. Surely my desire to stick with Big Daddy has nothing to do with how amazing the sex is. Not at all.

  Big Daddy

  The orange sun burns low in the sky on my wedding day, and I still can’t believe I’m able to think that thought so soon in my life.

  Marriage isn’t something I’ve put on the table for me. Even though the wedding is fake, the tuxedo I’m wearing under my kutte is definitely not, and neither are the roaring engines of my groomsmen all around me.

  I’m leading the pack with Breaker, my best man, and every other member of the Heartbreakers MC is thundering across the highway with me, all of them dressed to impress by biker standards. This day came as fast as we could make preparations for it, but the turnout is more impressive than I ever could have expected.

  We’re not just showing up to town, we’re making an entrance they’ll remember for a long time.

  Mayor Hartley was on board with the idea from the second Breaker proposed a public marriage. After some negotiations about organizing and a donation to the mayor’s election fund, we came out of the meeting with what might as well have been a parade under our authority. It turns out that the mayor is about as desperate for an opportunity to feel some life in the town, since things have been nothing but either boring or dangerous for as long as a lot of people can remember.

  The town is small, but the main street is fenced off, and a number of curious townsfolk have gathered to see the entourage rolling into town, all our engines firing off like a steady storm blowing in. They look on with mixed faces, some in awe, some excitement, some fear as we carve a path down the main street. My groomsmen and I--five in total, since Tank earned his place helping out with my bride--ride ahead of the rest of the pack in formation, and we look dressed to kill.