And that’s the last thing I remember saying, because I was pulled off my stool by both girls and stumbled with them down the hall to one of the rooms. The door shut and one of them sat on her knees in, front of me, fumbling with my zipper. My iron-hard cock penetrated her warm, wet mouth. The other one stood beside me as she shoved her tongue in my mouth. I reached up, grabbing her round solid tit. It wasn’t soft and squeezable like Kat’s.
My cock slipped out of her mouth as I stepped back from both of them. “Not into it tonight girls. Gonna crash.” I stumbled to a bed, falling down face first. And I was out for the count.
I didn’t want to open my eyes. My head felt like it was being squeezed between a fucking vice. My mouth was parched and my gut felt queasy. I sat up and almost wretched, tasting bile with the mix of that demonic tequila I drank the night before. I opened one eye, and my swimmy brain realized that I wasn’t in my bed. I was in one of the beds at the clubhouse, alone. My jeans and boxers were bunched around my upper thighs.
Then I remembered Becky sucking my cock the night before. Or was that Brandy? It didn’t matter. I passed out on both of them. I knew they would have their claws out the next time I saw them, which would be in the next day or two. I guess I deserved it. I took Kat out on an actual date, then grabbed and pawed at her like some perverted asshole trying to get my fuck on. When I took her home, I rode straight to the clubhouse to fuck my girls with Mr. Limp Tequila Dick!
Yeah, you’re the fuckin’ Chick Magnet, Noah. I knew I had to make it up to Becky and Brandy. I had nothing in common with Kat, other than wanting to get down her pants and sink my dick in her balls deep. That was all I was good for anyway, and I was sure Kat wanted a man with more brain cells than I would ever have.
My mom set the bag of charcoal down on a picnic table, “So Noah is coming too, right?”
“Yes, Mom. He’ll be coming to the cookout with Ratchet - I mean James - and Sam, too.”
“Good. They are your friends Kat. And you invite friends to cookouts.”
It wasn’t exactly our cookout, but rather a neighborhood community cookout that was held every spring and summer. Neighbors gathered with their friends and family at the community club house and pool. Picnic tables in rows sat under a huge pavilion next to a pool full of kids splashing around.
Two weeks had passed since I went on that incredible date with Noah, but we hadn’t spoken or texted each other since. I moped around at work and at home. My mom tried to cheer me up by telling me that Magnet respected me and wanted to get to know me better before getting too intimate, which, she said, was rare for most men my age. I loved her so much. She would always say nice things to comfort me. But my chest still hurt. Magnet put out so much sexy charisma standing next to me, a plain-looking book nerd with zero sex appeal. Why would he bother wanting me when he had his two biker chick beauties, Becky and Brandy?
Just then, Lillian pulled up and climbed out of her nice brand-new Lexus, wearing a turquoise blue form-fitting dress and wedge sandals. All of the men in the vicinity immediately noticed her.
She came up and gave me the usual kiss on both cheeks, “Hi Kat!” She stepped back to inspect my attire, which was a bit different than what she usually saw me wear, “Wow Kat! Those are some really short shorts you’re wearing today! You actually look better in your long flowy dresses and skirts.”
Did I detect a hint of jealousy? I smiled at her, but my eyes didn’t, “Well it is summer and sometimes a girl just needs to accentuate her attributes. Right Mom?”
Mom started working her charcoal grill, and turned to us, “That’s right, Katrina. And you have so many attributes to show off.” She winked.
Just then, the rumbling of pipes came to everyone’s ears as James and Noah rolled into the parking lot on their motorcycles. Sam sat on Ratchet’s black night train, leaning on the backrest, looking like a sexy biker beauty. I walked over to them as they parked, my eyes drinking in the sight of Noah. His hair was tied back under his helmet, as his muscular body sat stretched out on his yellow chopper. His beard had grown out some too, making him look more like a barbaric Viking!
Ratchet and Sam climbed of their bike, as Noah was shutting his off. He slid is glasses down his nose, like he did when he met my Mom, and his eyes roamed down my body, from my yellow tank top to my white cut-off shorts. My heart skipped a beat, knowing that he liked what he was checking out!
I squeezed Sam, whispering next to her ear, “Thank you for coming, Sam. I’m so happy James came! And Noah too, of course!” Ratchet went around to the back of his bike to pull some things out of the bag that was strapped to the backrest.
“You going to greet me with a nice hug like that too, kitten?” Noah was off his bike, his brawny arms opened wide.
My knees felt weak, but I managed to step into his embrace, “Hi Noah. Thank you for coming.”
“Thanks for inviting me, Kat.” He leaned away, but still kept his arms wrapped around me, “How’ve you been? Good?”
I leaned my head back, “Yes, thanks. And you?”
He smiled, “Can’t complain. It’s really good to see you again. Sam made some jello shooters we can share with your neighbor friends today.”
The delicious smells of hotdogs, hamburgers, and smoldering charcoal wafted around the pavilion as music played from someone’s wireless speaker. Both Sam and James - and now Noah - had met my mom before. After giving her hugs, Sam handed her some colorful little containers of jello shooters.
I had two of them myself and was feeling giddy. I saw the look on Lillian’s face when she saw me walk toward the pavilion with Noah’s well-built arm wrapped around my waist, walking in stride with me. Lillian’s jaw dropped open, her eyes round as saucers. I really shocked her that day – wearing sexy cut off short shorts and walking with the hottest man at the cookout.
Lillian scooted in next to me and Sam. We were talking, giggling and doing another jello shooter together. Sam held a blue one out to Lillian, “Would you like one? Its vodka.”
Lillian held her hand up, smiling at Sam, “Ah. No thank you.” She leaned into me with a hushed voice, “Noah is kind of brutish, isn’t he?” She giggled, “I bet he’s as sharp as a bowling ball…”
That was it. I was done with Lillian, and after a few jello shooters, my mouth seemed to lose its filter, “I think you’re jealous, Lillian!”
“Oh Katrina, I sure as hell am not!”
“Yes, you are. You’re jealous because for once, the most handsome man within a hundred yards of both of us is more attracted to me than you!”
“Don’t be such a bitch Kat,” Lillian turned away from us, but I stepped up to her, “I’m not finished. You could be a super-genius, with a high IQ, a great body and fashion model looks, but if you’re ugly on the inside - it shows on the outside. And people see that. Because all this,” I gestured toward her nice petite figure, “fades with age someday. But the beauty inside will always shine through. Will your beauty shine someday Lillian?”
Her eyes became round saucers, and her nostrils flared as she strutted away from both of us.
“Whoa Kat, that was kick-ass! Your cat claws came out!” Sam said, watching Lillian walk away. Then we both busted out laughing.
“What was all that about, Rabbit?” James’ deep rumbly voice interrupted us.
We spun around to see both James and Noah. Sam winked at James “Oh nothing, James. Lillian just hates jello-shooters.”
The sun was setting behind the summer green trees as everyone packed up food, kids’ toys, and grills. James and Sam climbed back on their bike as Noah wrapped his arms around me. He brushed my lips with a soft kiss. “I had a great time with you, Kat. And I’m taking you up on your offer. Let’s go out on another one of those dates.”
My heart skipped a beat, “Yes Noah. I would love that.”
Ratchet’s biked roared to life and he revved the throttle. Noah climbed on his bike, strapped on his helmet, put on his shades and they rolled out together. Their loud pipes
could be heard several blocks away as they left my neighborhood.
“Hey, Kat! Some cool friends you got there.” Stuart walked with me back to the pavilion to help pack up things.
“Yes, they are a lot of fun. Good people.”
Stuart raked a hand through his dark hair. “Does your bookstore still take in used ones? Cause I have a box full at the house.” He had that boyish charm like Noah, but instead of the bold biker vibe that Noah gave off, Stuart was more the hipster-type with a laidback attitude, and a long dark beard growing down to his upper chest.
“Yes, we do Stuart! You can bring them by the store and I’ll give you a credit for the trade.”
“Well I’m flying out on business Monday. You wanna just come over now and check them out? Take them to the store for me? I don’t need a credit slip.”
“Sure Stuart, thanks. That’s really nice of you.”
I hopped into Stuart’s SUV, letting my mom know I was going to grab the box of books from his house. Since he just lived across the street from me, I figured he could carry it back for me.
The possibly of feeling any threat from Stuart never came to me because I always thought of him as a friend. He opened his front door and pointed to his room at the end of the hall. And I didn’t think anything of it as I walked into his room. But the moment I realized that Brett and Sean were still at the cook-out and we were alone, it was too late.
I walked up to his dresser, where the box of books sat, pulling a few out, when I heard Stuart’s footsteps behind me and the sound of the door shutting.
I spun around but it was too late. Stuart seized me by my arms and tossed me onto his bed. He landed on top of me, pinning my arms down over my head.
“Get off me Stuart!” I screamed at him, my eyes wide with fear and shock.
His fiery eyes glared back at me, his breathing heavy, his nostrils flaring, “Is that biker your boyfriend Kat?”
I bucked my hips as hard as I could, but Stuart was bigger and heavier than me, “That’s none of your fucking business!” Everything was happening too fast. My heart rate was at full speed. I was trapped!
“I know you fucked him! You’re a biker whore! You’re gonna fuck me too!”
He kept both my arms pinned above me with just one hand as his other roughly fumbled with my button and zipper on my shorts. I screamed at the top of my lungs. He rose up and back handed me, right across the cheek. I shut my eyes tight, seeing stars behind my eyelids as he continued to assault me. I screamed again as he thrusted his fingers deep inside me.
“Shut up Kat. I know you like this!” His growl was terrifying.
A split-second opportunity gave me the luck I needed. Stuart loosened his grip on my arms, while he continued assaulting me with his fingers. I broke free, pushing against his chest. His hand came out of my shorts. I hiked my knee up, striking him hard between his legs. He fell back, landing on the floor and curled up hugging his crotch.
I was off the bed in seconds and wrenching the door open. I ran as fast as I could across the street to my house.
Both Ratchet and I were twisting the caps back onto our gas tanks at the station when I heard my phone buzzing in my bag. I pulled it out and hit the talk button instantly as soon I saw Kat’s name glowing on my screen.
“Hey kitten – “
“Noah, It’s her mom, Jean…" The hair on the back of my neck stood up when I heard Kat crying in the background.
“What’s wrong with Kat? Is she hurt?”
“No. Well, yes. But she’s ok now. Our neighbor attacked her Noah!”
“I’ll be there in ten minutes, Jean.”
“Ok, please hurry Noah” Jean’s voice cracked as I hung up with her.
I climbed back on my bike and hollered over to Ratchet and Sam as I started it back up, “We gotta go back to Kat’s house. Some soon-to-be-dead motherfucker hurt Kat!”
“Let’s roll brother”, Ratchet and Sam rode out of the station with me, our throttles twisted wide open.
I gritted my teeth so hard my jaw hurt, “MOTHER FUCKER!” I roared, as bits gravel flew off my back tire.
We pulled up eight minutes later. My whole body was tense as I climbed off the bike and headed up the stairs to the front door. Ratchet and Sam were close behind. I knocked three times and Jean appeared. Dried tears down her cheeks, her eyes puffy. She stepped back to allow us to come in.
Kat was sitting on the couch. She vaulted off it, landing smack dab on me, her arms came around my neck. She was trembling and began to sob.
I covered her little body with my arms, burying my face into the crook of her neck. “It’s ok Kat. You’re safe now.” I had to choke back the painful lump that rose up my throat.
I lifted her chin to look into her eyes. I saw a red blemish, the size of my palm, that covered her right cheek.
“I never thought he would ever do something like that! I was stupid to go into his house alone. Maybe I led him on. Or maybe I made him angry because I blew him off when he’d ask me out – “
“No. Don’t say that. You are not stupid. He took advantage of an opportunity to hurt you. And I guarantee he’s done this to other women before you, Kat. How did you get away from that piece of shit?”
“I did what Tanya did to you! I kneed him as hard as I could. Right in his balls.”
I could have laughed at that moment, but smiled down at her instead, “My brave kitten…” I looked over at Sam, “Stay with Kat and Jean.”
Kat clung tightly to Sam. Ratchet was a right behind me as we ambled up to Stuart’s house. He walked out the front door, and I threw a swift hook to his jaw, my knuckles slamming against his cheek bone. He dropped to the deck, landing hard on his ass.
“Not done with you yet. Get up motherfucker!”
Everything blacked out around me. I saw only tunnel vision. I was aware that two other guys were on that deck too. But I knew that Ratchet had my back, and all it would take is one look from him, and those boys would be pissin’ in their pants.
Stuart’s shorts probably smelled like shit as he scooted away from me, holding his jaw, “Sorry man! It won’t happen again!”
I was on him then, fisting his shirt, my face an inch away from his, “You got that right you piece of shit! If you ever touch Kat, or even look at her, I’ll come back and cut your dick and balls off, and shove ‘em down your fucking throat!”
I shoved off him, making my way back to Kat’s house. I heard Ratchet before he turned to follow me, “If we even get a whiff of a rumor that any of you motherfuckers hurt a woman? Your body parts will be my trophies.”
Kat wanted me to stay with her. Ratchet and Sam left as I held her on the couch. Jean sat with us too, putting a cold towel on Kat’s cheek. Kat sobbed and shook as I held her tight. I didn’t know any other way to comfort her, but I guess it helped because she was fast asleep soon after. Her steady breathing tickled the side of my neck, as her quiet little snores were music to my ears.
It was dark out when Kat stirred and whimpered. She opened her puffy eyes and smiled at me, “Noah.”
I smiled down at her, “you have the cutest little snore.”
She gasped “I snore?”
“Yep, you sure do kitten. And I love it.”
I wouldn’t have been able to keep myself together if it hadn’t been for the support from my mom, James, Sam, and of course, Noah. We watched from the front door as Noah punched Stuart, knocking him on his ass. And James was right there with him. The hell that Sam had been living with the Hell Hounds MC almost did her in. But James, the protective alpha caveman was her salvation. I can only imagine how much rage was boiling up inside of him after hearing what Stuart had done to me.
It made me feel protected and vindicated when Noah slammed his fist into Stuart’s face, causing him to scurry away like a wounded animal.
Sam was my rock. I clung to her, hoping the strength she possessed would rub off on me. She told me that I was one of the bravest women she knew and what Stuart did to me was not my fau
lt. That he deserved far worse than what Noah just fed him.
I’ve never felt as safe and protected as I did when Noah held me in his strong arms. I cried myself to sleep on the couch and dreamt of Noah. He was sitting on a park bench with a beautiful lioness lying at his feet. A kitten sat in his lap, its little paws and teeth pulling on his long hair. And he laughed, his rich voice giving me tingles on my nipples and between my thighs. The lioness roared.
I woke up and there he was, holding me close to his big warm body. I took a hot shower, steaming up my bathroom as I scrubbed every inch of my body vigorously, trying to get the touch of Stuart off me. Later, Noah sat on the edge of my bed and tucked me in.
He looked sad and angry. “It’s my fault, Kat. I should have stayed with you and your mom after the cookout. Then this wouldn’t have happened.”
I rose up and touched his bearded cheek. “No, Noah. It’s not your fault. If Stuart hadn’t hurt me today, he would have tried some other day. I wanted you to hit him. I wanted you to scare him. He won’t ever do that again. Thank you.”
“I’ll support you if you want to go to the law. Get charges pressed against him. He’ll have a rap sheet that’ll fuck up his career and everything else in his life.”
“No. What you did to him was enough justice for me. I will never be afraid to look him in the eyes again.”
Noah leaned in and brushed a soft kiss on my lips. “You’re part of the Chaos Coven. You’re part of my tribe. I care about you, Kat.”
I swallowed, to hold back tears. I laid back down and he pulled the covers over me, “Get some sleep, kitten. I’ll call you in the morning.”
“Promise?”
“I promise.”
Noah kept his promise and called me early the next morning as I got dressed for work to open the bookstore. I was meeting with William, the owner and manager. Will had always been good to both me and Sam, giving us time off when we needed it and letting us pick out any books that we liked to take them home and read. I felt a little anxious and jumpy after everything that happened the day before and was a bit nervous to meet with Will.
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