by Amy Davies
“The club will deal with this,” Zarah looks me in the eyes and tells me. I nod. I look up and see Ana carrying baby Blair. Ace is behind her, pushing the pram. Are they staying that long?
“Oh, Jamie, I’m so sorry this happened.”
“Why are you sorry? You didn’t throw the stones. Pathetic boys in the Tiny Dick Crew did.”
“Tiny Dick Crew?” EC asks from his place on the grass.
“Yeah, the three fucks who attacked me. I call them the Tiny Dick Crew, because that’s exactly why they had to rape me; all other women before me laughed at them.” I smirk at the group of men.
“I bet Dyson showed you the size of a real man,” one of the brothers chimes in, making everyone laugh.
“You wouldn’t know what a real-sized cock is, you fuckers,” Suede adds, making everyone burst into a fit of laughter. The bellows of happiness among these hardcore bikers is crazy to see.
“Oh, and you would, old man?” Zarah jokes at him. He smirks at Zarah, and Wesley groans from my side. He buries his head in my neck and kisses me, causing my skin to pebble with goose bumps.
“Oh, sweetness, I know all about a big cock. Ask my old lady. She’ll tell you all about how big I am and how I fucking use it to make her scream all night long.” He winks at her, and their laughter gets louder.
“Fuck me, Pop. I’m standing right here, ya know,” Wesley says, lifting his head to look at his dad.
“Oh, I know, son, but I also know you follow me in the junk department, so I know you please the ladies well.” He winks at me and then adds, “Well, now you please only this lady now.” I look around me dramatically and turn to look at Suede.
“Lady? Is there a lady here?” The brothers laugh again, even Ana and Zarah join in. I wink at Suede, and Wesley holds me tighter to him.
“You’re a good one, Jamie. A fucking good one. You need to patch her, boyo,” Suede adds to Dyson.
“Yeah, Pop.” A look passes between them, but I don’t speak father-son, non-verbal language.
“Boys, let’s roll. These ladies need some jaw-aching time, and I’m not fucking staying around here for that girly shit.” I watch as Suede walks over to Ana and Z. He kisses their cheeks. So sweet for a badarse biker. My head snaps in the direction of a growl as I see each of the boys kiss the girls in the same place as Suede, following their Prez. I see Ace scowling at his brothers every time they kiss Ana and Blair’s cheeks.
They chuckle at him but don’t stop their goodbye kisses. I watch as Ace steps in front of his woman and kisses both cheeks and says, proudly I might add,
“Always last.”
He lays a kiss on her lips, branding her in front of the men—not that he needs to—and then he kisses his baby daughter’s head and says, “My baby girl. Never last.” My heart melts at the sight.
“So sweet. I could be put into a sugar coma, brother,” Dyson shouts.
“Fuck off, mate. This will be you one day,” Ace says, wiggling his eyebrows. I stiffen. My heart tries breaking through my chest to run down the long gravel road. I know from our talks that Dyson doesn't want kids. I ditto that motion.
“Me and babies will never fucking happen, with him or anyone else,” I bitch, still fucked off with Dyson.
“My boy not good enough for you, Jamie?” Suede asks, now looking serious, a difference from a few seconds before. I shrug and fold my arms, looking defiant. Dyson chimes in before I can snark back.
“Nah, brother. I’m happy keeping my girl all to myself. You know I don't like to share.” He winks at Ace, who shakes his head and walks over to his bike.
Dyson leans in to kiss me, but I pull away. I hate that he thinks a kiss will solve anything. I shake my head at him, but he grips my neck and yanks my mouth to his.
“No,” I say angrily against his mouth, and he pulls back to look at me. He’s angry at me now.
“So you’re still being a fucking bitch, after everything my brothers have done for you today?”
“I’m grateful for everything the club has done, but you being a prick to me doesn’t just get forgotten, Dyson.” His eyes bounce between mine, before he sighs and steps back, and my body feels cold without his touch. Shit.
“Fine, be a fucking cunt as always. Call me when you lose the bitch attitude.” I watch as he storms over to his bike and drives away, his brothers following behind him. My chest aches watching him leave. My stubborn side may have hurt me this time.
“Let’s go, woman. We need tea and coffee. I would say a shot of something stronger, but since we have the baby here, that’s a no-can-do.” I chuckle, agreeing with Z. I really want something strong as fuck right now.
Leading the girls into my house, I watch as they take in my home, oohing and ahhing around the place.
We settle on my leather couches in the living room, drinking tea and eating biscuits. Who would have thought me, Jamie London, would be sitting here with two female friends drinking tea? Not me, that’s for fucking sure. We talk about anything and everything. The more time I spend with these girls, the more it reminds me of the time I spent with Aunt Trudy. I can see these girls are fiercely loyal, and I can see that we will be friends for a long time.
It’s only once the girls leave that the day’s events come flooding back, and the way I treated Wesley… My heart sinks, knowing I hurt and pissed him off. Will he be done with me now? Is he with someone else already?
I don’t sleep for shit that night. I keep seeing Wesley with other women in my head.
Bollocks.
Dyson
I wake to the feeling of a warm mouth wrapped around my cock. Did Jamie come over? I don’t remember much from after I left her place last night. I got back to the clubhouse and spent the night in my room with a bottle of Jack.
I force my eyes to open and see a head of dark hair bobbing up and down on my cock. Not blonde hair. Oh no.
“What the fuck?” Hazel eyes meet mine, and my heart jumps in my throat. Yanna smiles up at me, my cock filling her mouth. Oh, fuck me. My eyes roll into the back of my head as she moves down and sucks my balls into her mouth.
“Get off, bitch.” I push her away, but she doesn't move far.
“You know you want it, baby,” she says.
“What the fuck, Yanna? Get the fuck out.” She smirks down at me. In a flash, she tries to straddle my waist, but I throw her off. She hits the floor with a thud and starts screaming at me in Russian.
“GET. OUT,” I roar, having had enough of her fucking shit.
“But, baby, you know you like it when I suck your cock,” she whines, pouting, looking uglier than ever.
“Fuck off. I have an old lady now. I don’t need club girls anymore. Now piss off.” I climb off my bed and quickly pull on my boxers, just to cover up. I feel off, knowing she can see me naked, even though she just had my dick in her mouth.
“Where is she, then, huh? I don’t see her satisfying you before you go on the run today.” She smirks at me, knowing she has me. Bitch.
“She was working, and I didn’t want to—” I pinch the bridge of my nose, breathing in a deep breath. “I don’t have to explain anything to you. Leave.”
I walk into my bathroom and wait for her to leave. Fucking women.
I shower her off and meet the boys out front for a run we have today. I’ll be gone for a day or two, and again, I forgot to tell Jamie. Fuck my life. But after yesterday, will she even notice I’ve gone?
It’s been a week, and I am dying to get back. We’re about two-hours away from home, and I need to sleep in my own fucking bed. The business we needed to sort out took way longer than I fucking wanted, but Prez wouldn’t let us leave until it was straightened out.
Ana’s ex-cunt of a husband has been causing trouble with our businesses up and down England, Scotland and Wales.
We tracked the fucker to a club where he was flashing his cash, but he was gone by the time we got there. I want that prick ten-feet-under, not six. I wanna make sure he never finds his way to the fucking
surface.
We pull into a service station, needing a piss break. My back is fucking killing, riding all the way from Leeds. We have been up to Scotland and all over. Walking into the building, I see people staring at us, but they look away when we meet their gazes. I chuckle and head for the restrooms to drain my fucking bladder.
“Fuck me, I need to piss for England,” EC whines, walking next to me.
“It’s your own fault that you have a toddler-sized bladder,” I laugh.
“Fuck off.”
Once we’re sorted, we have a coffee to make sure we’re awake for the rest of the journey home. I look over at my cousin and smile, thinking it’s about time this fucker transferred to our charter.
“Hey, fucker.” I nod to him.
“What?”
“You looking forward to coming home?” Beats left home and joined a different charter when some shit when down with a girl he liked. She hurt him badly, and he left. She was a cunt-bag at its finest, only thinking of herself.
“Yeah, man. Feels good to be this far South, ya know. I can’t wait to see Prez and Aunt Lola, not seen them in years.”
“Yeah, brother. They missed you. We all did.” I pull my phone out of my pocket as I take the last sip of my coffee. My heart sinks when I see there’s still nothing from my girl. She is the most stubborn woman I have ever met.
I sent her text two days after I left but got nothing in return. That only fuelled my anger towards her, but then I remembered what Yanna tried to do and my guilt surfaced. I know Jamie will fucking cut my balls off, but I need to tell her. If I really want this to work, we need to talk and set a few things straight, including what happened before I left.
“You expecting someone to call or text? You’ve been like a fucking school girl checking your phone every five-minutes since I met up with you three days ago.”
I shove my phone in my pocket and flip him off.
“Yeah, brother,” is all I say, sitting on the grass bank, lying down, and stretching my back.
“You pussy-whipped, cous?” Beats jokes, lying next to me. He’s eight months younger than me, and his mum is my mum’s sister. Even though his parents are not in the MC life, they allowed him to follow me into the life. They love my parents, so my uncle Monty and auntie Marla let him prospect with me.
“Fuck off, dickhead.” I smile though and wiggle my eyebrows at him.
“Ohhh, it’s like that, huh? You got a sexy piece waiting for you at home?”
“Oh, cous, you have no idea. My woman is sexy as fuck. Tits and arse for days. Body to die for.”
“Is that why you wouldn’t fuck any club girls this week?” I nod. “Well, fuck me. A woman has tamed the famous Wesley Taylor. I take it she’s better at blowjobs than any hoover, then, huh?” he jests. I shake my head and punch him in the arm.
“Cocksucker.”
“Nah, man. I’m happy for you, if you found the girl for you.” He gets a look in his eyes when he talks about finding the right woman. He’s said only two girls have ever made him want more. The cunt-bag I mentioned earlier, and the one when we were younger and in school. She was from America, but she had to leave and go back home. I know he never forgot her.
“Did you ever track the American girl down?” I know she meant a fuck-of-a-lot to him. I sit and watch as he shakes his head. The silence spreads between us, and Beats pulls at the grass. He was a wreck when she left all those years go. His teenage heart was broken, and it took a lot to get him back to normal.
I know the girl and her brother were partnered up with him for a school project, and they became friends. Over the next few years, he fell in love with the girl and she with him, but shit happened, and she had to go back to the states.
“Yeah, I did. Last I checked, she was still in the states. She was training to be a councillor, or something like that. No fucking clue what she’s doing now. I stopped looking. It seemed she’d moved on with her life, so I knew I had to as well.” He lays back down, looking up to the sky.
We were tight growing up, so when this girl left, I was there to pick up the pieces. He’s cousin by blood, but my brother in every other way.
“Are we playing with our vaginas now?” I chuckle.
“Dude, my cock is way too fucking big to be mistaken for a pussy. But I do love playing with pussies.” He laughs, and EC joins in.
“What the fuck are you laughing at, numbnut. You love pussies and cocks.”
“You greedy bastard,” Beats pipes in, and we all burst out laughing.
“Fuck yeah, I am.”
EC’s sexuality has never bothered the club. A few prospects had shit to say, and they soon lost their fucking cuts. Mostly anything goes in our club. We do not tolerate men who hit women and kids, but we don’t put up with women beating on men either. The way I see it, if a woman is big enough to hit me, she’s big enough to take a hit from me.
“So, do you like pussy or cock more, EC?” Beats asks him. He sits forward, resting his forearms on his bent knees. I shake my head and pull a smoke out of the packet I have stuffed into my inside jacket pocket.
“Equal to me, brother. Both can get me off. Though nothing beats me sinking my dick into some wet, warm pussy while taking a cock in my arse. Fucking hell. Nice one, man.” EC stands and adjusts his dick. “Fuck, I need to get me some. I haven’t got my dick wet in weeks.” He shakes his head and walks over to his bike. Beats stares at me with a shocked-as-shit look on his face.
“It’s complicated with him at the moment. The old romance story relates to him. Boy meets girl; girl falls in love with boy; boy fucks club whore and fucks it all up.” I remember that day like it was yesterday. Click was so fucking hurt. EC took a few punches that day for hurting a club princess.
“Well, fuck me. I was wondering why the hell he was turning pussy down at the club. What the fuck are you guys doing at the clubhouse? You’re all dropping like flies.” He laughs and stands up. I take it we’re leaving. We all climb on our babies and start them up. Revving them, pissing off a few people close by. I wink at a woman who’s sitting with her toddler, causing her to blush to high heaven, before pulling away.
The hours pass in a blur, and we’re home before we know it. We pull into the compound, and I am dying for a fucking beer and my bed. I love my bed, as soft as that sounds. I’m a fucker for a good place to sleep. My mum always says that if sleeping was an Olympic sport, I would win gold every time.
“How was the ride?” Prez asks, opening his arms to me. I walk towards him, for a man hug, as the ladies call it. Dad has always been openly affectionate towards his boys. He doesn’t give a flying fuck what people think of him. He shows he cares and loves his club.
“Long and fucking hard.” He nods. Prez doesn’t do the long rides on his bike anymore. He goes in a cage. Even though he hates it, Mum makes him. His gaze shifts over my shoulder, and the smile on his face widens. I smile with him as he steps around me and over to Beats.
“My boy! How are you, fuckhead?” he asks, wrapping Beats up in a big-arse hug. I watch as my dad, not my president, checks over my cousin, not my club brother.
“I’m fucking awesome as always. You look good, Uncle,” Beats replies.
“Boy, I always look fucking good. My woman will tell you that.”
“I am not standing around and listening to you tell him how Mum makes you look or feel good. If you need me, I’ll be in my room. I need uninterrupted sleep. Bikers are fucking loud when they fuck. Jesus Christ.” I walk away and hear the bastards chuckle behind me.
Pushing through the main door, I see my mum walking towards me with a bottle of beer in one hand and a plate of food in the other. How the hell? I frown at the plate, and she just smiles at me.
“A mother knows, son.” She winks at me. Yeah, I call bullshit on that.
“He text you from outside, didn’t he?”
“No comment. Now go eat and get some rest.”
“Send someone to get me if Prez wants church tonight,” I say, takin
g the items from her, kissing her cheek, and walking away.
“Will do. Get some rest.” I raise my beer at her but keep walking. I open my room door and kick it shut behind me, making sure to lock it. I do not want any more unwanted guests coming in to suck my cock.
Speaking of cock... I pull my phone out of my pocket and text Jamie.
* * *
Me: We need to talk.
* * *
I know she won’t reply; she’s still in bitch-mode. I open the gallery on my phone and flick through the photos I have of her and us. I stop on the picture I took of her one night at her place. She’s wearing a tight grey pyjama vest and black lace knickers. Her tits look fucking amazing.
My cock jerks in my jeans, aching in fact. I have barely touched him since I stormed away from my girl. I use my empty hand to open my jeans and pull out my cock. It’s hard as steel as I look at the image on my phone; the way her tits look all round and firm under the material; the skin showing between her top and the lace covering the one place I wanna sink deep into.
“Yeah, that feels good. Harder, baby,” I mutter, gripping my cock and moving my hand up and down. I imagine Jamie sucking and wanking me off. I speed up, using the leaking precum as lube, but I’m wanking fast and it doesn’t help. I remove my hand and spit on the palm, then get back to it.
My eyes are locked on the screen as I flick through a few sexy photos I have of Jamie, each one making my balls tighten and my spine tingle, until my orgasm rips though me and I bust a nut on my stomach.
I pant and keep my eyes closed. My food and beer lay untouched as sleep takes me. I dream about Jamie London, my soon-to-be old lady.
Jamie
I feel like fucking shit. I hurt in every way possible for a woman. I got my period this morning, and I’m hurting like a bitch. I have always suffered. I thought the older I got, the less painful they would become. Yeah, that didn’t happen—obviously. I’ve taken painkillers and have a heat-pad on my belly.