“Baby, it’s me,” I called out as I reached Devlin’s door. I knocked before trying the handle. The door was unlocked, so I made my way inside before actually being hit over the head with a blunt object. I stumbled, and spun around, dazed from the blow. I knew Devlin was pissed at me, but I immediately ruled her out as my assailant when I saw Big Pecker coming at me with a baton.
“Bein’ sucker punched don’t feel too good does it, pussy?” Big Pecker said as I ducked to avoid a wild swing.
Dazed, and bleeding heavily, I staggered back and saw Little Pecker, armed with a stun gun, standing next to a large upholstered chair. Seated in that chair was a semi-lucid Devlin.
“Now that I’m in a real club, I can make you pay,” Big Pecker growled. “I’m gonna fuck that pretty-boy face of yours up so bad, your brother won’t even recognize you.”
“You made a big mistake coming here, Big Pecker.” I unsheathed my knife from my belt.
“His name’s Slammer now,” Little Pecker called out in his best ‘badass’ voice. “And my name’s Flash, ’cuz I’m so fucking fast,” he said, performing some sort of air-karate move.
“Shut the fuck up, and watch her,” Big Pecker bellowed.
“You touch her, you die,” I spat out, keeping my eyes locked on him as we circled one another.
“We’re gonna do more than touch her,” Big Pecker grinned. “In fact, I’ve been reading your latest book and I’m personally gonna do everything on page one-nineteen, and I’m gonna make you watch.”
I changed the grip of my blade from one best used for defensive slashing, to one more akin to stabbing and butchering. I was going to take this fucker’s heart from his chest.
Big Pecker swung the baton again, this time connecting with the left side of my body, sending me flying. My opponent outweighed me by nearly double, and I knew without a doubt, Eldie would be taping up cracked ribs by the end of the night. It would be nothing compared to what I was gonna do to Big Pecker, if I could manage to get my hands on him. Little did I know, I was about to get my chance as he was momentarily distracted by a blood curdling scream, coming from directly behind him.
Big Pecker spun around to see just what I was seeing, Little Pecker, aka Flash, was standing frozen with both hands to his face due to the nine-inch aluminum knitting needle sticking out of his eye socket.
He was making the worst sound I’d ever heard another man make. It clearly caught Big Pecker off guard as well, not for long, maybe even just a half of a second, but in the heat of combat, these advantageous moments seem to cause time to slow down. I lunged forward with everything I had, exposing my pummeled left flank as I flew toward Big Pecker. My razor-sharp knife plunged easily into his abdomen as soon as it made contact and blood began to spill out onto the hardwood floors.
I scrambled to my feet as Big Pecker frantically pressed the deep wound while blood continued to flow. I’d clearly hit a major organ and Big Pecker would likely bleed to death quickly unless he got to the nearest emergency room.
“Help me,” he pleaded, a bloodied hand stretched out, but I ignored him and ran to Devlin.
“Are you okay, did they hurt you?” I asked, carefully scooping her up out of the chair.
“No, I’m okay,” she responded softly, before burying her face into my neck.
Little Pecker sat on the floor, in shock, with the knitting needle, still in his eye. “I wouldn’t touch that if I were you,” I advised.
“Call an… ambulance,” Big Pecker gasped.
“Call ’em yourself, Slammer. Or, better yet, have Flash here run you there really quick,” I said before, once again, carrying Devlin out of her apartment.
I got Devlin out to her car, buckled her in, and dialed Minus before taking off for the clinic. I don’t know what those animals used to knock Devlin out, but I wanted to make sure she was okay.
“Minus. We’ve got trouble at Devlin’s apartment.”
“What kind of trouble?” Minus sounded like he was in no mood at all to hear these words, and I couldn’t blame him.
“There was a Spider infestation, and we have some clean-up work to do,” I replied.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he replied, and I fought the urge to ask him not to blaspheme. “Were they exterminated?”
“No but wounded pretty badly. We’re gonna need a clean-up crew, and they’re gonna need an ambulance, pronto. I didn’t want to call 9-1-1 and bring the heat, but they’re still in her fucking apartment.”
“I’ll take care of it. You get back to the Sanctuary, now.”
“I’m gonna take Devlin to the clinic, and then I’ll be right there,” I replied, and hung up.
Devlin moaned as I took a sharp turn. “Are you okay? Did they hurt you?”
“I stabbed that man in the eye,” she said, calmly.
“Yes, you did, baby. Are you okay?”
“I keep a pair of knitting needles and a bag of yarn tucked under the cushion of that chair,” she muttered.
“That was good thinking,” I said.
“I… stabbed him.” Devlin’s voice weakened, and I was afraid she’d pass out again. I hauled ass, taking every side street and short cut I knew on the way to Eldie’s.
* * *
Devlin
“Seven staples in my head, and two busted ribs,” I heard Ropes report to whoever was on the other end of the line. “Devlin’s fine. Eldie’s got some fluids in her and wants to watch her for a few hours. I’ve got Sweet Pea standing guard while she’s here and I’m heading over to the Sanctuary now.”
Ropes breached the exam area curtain and smiled wide when he saw me.
“How come you guys never say goodbye?” I asked.
“What baby?”
“The Saints never say goodbye to each other.”
“Tradition, I guess. We think it’s bad luck to say goodbye to a fellow brother.”
“Sounds more like superstition.”
“You’re probably right.” He smiled and squeezed my hand before kissing my forehead. “How are you feeling?”
“Better.”
“Do you remember what happened?” he asked.
“I remember answering the door thinking it was you, and those two bikers were there. I think they knocked me out with chloroform.”
“You won’t have to worry about them again,” I said.
“Aren’t those guys with the Saints? I’ve seen them with you at the bar.”
“They used to be recruits in our club, but some shit’s gone down and they’re now running with the Spiders, a piece of shit club out of Gresham.”
“Why?”
“My ex-road captain, Wolf, is behind all of it. He’s pulled off some sort of Lucifer move and dragged a handful of Saints away with him to hell. Worse than hell, actually… Gresham. Big Pecker and Little Pecker, as we called them, ran with my crew under Wolf. Now Wolf has taken the head seat at the Spiders’ table, and he’s taken a few of the Saints, including the Peckers with him.”
“But, what does that all have to do with me? Why did they come to my place?”
“To get to me. Wolf hates my guts because I’ve always sided with Minus. He probably gave the okay to come after me, and I’m sure Big Pecker jumped at the chance.”
“Why?”
“I found out he was spying on us, for Wolf, I suppose, so I knocked his front teeth out.”
“What is it with you and teeth?”
Ropes shrugged. “Those shitheads are in a lot worse shape now, I’ll tell you that.”
“What will happen to them now?”
“I called Minus. He’ll send someone to get them out of there and clean up your apartment. I’m going to take you back with me to the Sanctuary once Eldie clears you to go.”
“This is exactly what you were talking about, isn’t it? About not wanting to drag me into your crazy life.”
Ropes bent down and kissed me softly. “Yes, baby. I’m so sorry.”
“You have nothing to be sorry about,” I said. “You tried
to warn me, and I didn’t want to listen. You’ve never tried to hide who you are from me. I’ve asked for honesty and you’ve given me nothing but the truth since day one. I was the one who fucked everything up.”
“What are you talking about? You haven’t fucked anything up. I still feel the same way about you that I always have. That’s what I was coming to your apartment to tell you. Nothing’s changed for me, Devlin.”
“Everything’s changed for me!” I yelled, and Ropes took a few steps backward. “I had a plan. It was in writing and everything. I was going to work my ass off as a waitress, save money, tattoo whenever and wherever I could, and open my own shop as soon as possible. Nowhere in this plan was it written, ‘fall in love with a fucking biker slash romance novelist slash amateur dentist.’”
“Devlin, I—”
“I’m not finished, so shut your dumb, beautiful mouth, and don’t try to corner me with your words.” Ropes wisely said nothing. “Nothing about you, or this crazy fucking life you live, fits in with my plan in the least, but here I am, nonetheless. Here I am as well and I’m not going anywhere. Even though you’ve thrown my entire world off its axis, I’m staying by your side because I love you. I love you and I’ll stab a thousand bikers through the eye as long as you say that you love me.”
“Can I talk now?”
“Yes, please.”
“Never mind. I don’t want to,” Ropes said and lunged for the bed, kissing me as deeply and passionately as I could ever imagine being kissed.
My hand went to the back of his head, and he winced in pain. “Ow, my staples, baby.”
“I’m sorry,” I hissed, before returning to our kiss. “Call me baby again.”
Ropes
TONIGHT WAS THE night. Max had promised me six hours of uninterrupted time, and I’d gone to exorbitant lengths to get my body ready for him.
Smoothing the skirt of my dark green dress, I turned sideways in the mirror to make sure everything was perfect and smiled. I could feel the anal beads rubbing deliciously inside of me and I’d had to take several deep breaths to keep myself from orgasming. I’d even had to put on a pair of panties to keep my wetness contained.
My doorbell pealed and I shimmied out of my underwear, sliding into my stilettos before heading to answer Max’s summons. I checked the peephole, then pulled open the door and bit my lip as Max’s eyes raked over my body. “Well done, Cherry.”
I smiled. “Thank you, sir.”
“What surprise do you have in store for me?” he asked, stepping inside and closing the door behind him.
I swallowed, leaning down to grasp my ankles and he accepted my invitation to explore, sliding my skirt up my hips.
“Well, well, well,” he breathed out, and tugged the beads from my ass.
I shuddered as an orgasm flooded me, unable to stop my body’s reaction to his touch.
“I don’t remember giving you permission to come,” he admonished as his fingers slid through my folds and then his palm slapped my pussy, the sting almost bringing me to climax again.
“I’m sorry, sir.”
“Stand up.”
I stood up straight and found my dress roughly pulled from my body, leaving me naked and standing on shaky legs.
“You’ll keep the shoes on,” he directed, and I nodded as he turned me to face him. “You look beautiful.”
“Thank you. So do you.”
He cupped my breasts, rolling my nipples into tight pebbles. “Tonight I’m going to let you suck me off.”
My heart raced and I breathed out, “Thank you, sir.”
“First, I want clamps on your tits and your pussy.”
I bobbed my head up and down. “They’re ready.”
“Excellent. Lead the way.”
I literally made a run for my bedroom, unable to hide my excitement of getting to wrap my lips around his cock. He let me have him once a week, and since it had already happened this week, I was sure I would have to wait. But he apparently liked what I’d done for him, and that excited me to new levels.
I’d laid out a few of his favorite toys on the bed and I stood with my hands clasped behind me as he perused my choices. Snagging the nipple/clit clamp off the duvet, he smiled down at me. “Spread, Cherry.”
I spread, keeping my hands behind me like he preferred and he secured the clamps to my nipples and clit, tightening them to an almost painful point.
Just the way I liked it.
He cupped my mound, putting pressure on the clamp at my clit. “Good?”
“Yes,” I hissed out.
He smiled, reaching to unbutton his shirt. I felt my breath hitch as he stripped in front of me, his perfect body on display while the pressure from the clamps almost made me come.
“You may kneel,” he said, and I did so immediately.
“Tonight, nothing will be between us.”
I gasped. “Really?”
“Yes. You’ve been asking for this. Have you changed your mind?”
“No,” I rushed to say. “Thank you, sir.”
“Carry on, Cherry.”
I wrapped my hand around his shaft, sliding my mouth down his cock, taking him as deep as I could. My eyes watered with the effort, but I took him deeper and deeper.
Max let me have almost five minutes of cock time before he ordered me to stop.
“Did I do something wrong?”
“No, baby. I want you on your feet.”
He helped me stand, then removed my shoes, turning me to face the bed and bending me over the mattress. “Tonight we play.”
He took the lube from the nightstand and then stood behind me, running the tip of his cock through my already soaked folds. I heard the click of the tube lid and then cold on my asshole as he worked a finger inside of me. “Okay?”
“Yes,” I breathed out.
He pressed the tip of his dick to my entrance and pushed in as I contracted to take him deeper.
“Fuck,” he rasped. “So fucking tight.”
“Mmm. So good.”
He pushed in deeper, then slapped the inside of my thighs so I’d spread more, before sliding a vibrator into my pussy, pushing me to the brink. “Max,” I said on a whimper.
He moved, slowly at first, matching the motion of the vibrator with the motion of his dick, reaching around my body to tug on the chain and I cried out as an orgasm threatened to spill.
“Hold it,” he demanded, and slammed into me harder.
“I can’t!” I cried out.
“Fucking hold it, Cherry.”
“Max, please!”
He pulled out of my ass and I felt the warmth of his cum cover my ass just as I exploded around the vibrator. I had never experienced anything like it and I knew it was why I would never give him up. He was my drug and I was addicted.
Max slid the vibrator out of me and threw it on the bed. “Stay there,” he said, and walked to the bathroom, returning with a washcloth to wipe his seed off of me.
Once I was clean, he turned me to sit on the edge of the bed while he wiped his dick until it was hard again. I was always amazed how quickly he could recover from an orgasm. Totally unlike any other man I’d fucked.
“What do you want, Cherry?”
“I want more of your dick in me.”
“Where?”
“Oh, god, Max. My ass, please. But I want you to come inside of me.”
He grinned slowly and nodded, pushing me onto my back and grabbing the lube again. Slathering it up and down his shaft, he lifted my legs, tugging me to the edge of the bed and slid into me. This gave me some power and I hooked my legs around him to pull him deeper inside me. Picking up the vibrator again, he slipped it into my pussy and turned it on high. I moaned as the vibration connected with the clamp at my clit and resonated to my nipples.
Adjusting the toy so it would stay put, he grasped my thighs and thrust into my asshole deeper. I cried out in ecstasy as he slammed into me again and again, the vibrator working my pussy and the clamps, while his dick mad
e my ass feel like he belonged there.
I screamed his name as I came, my walls contracting around him while he continued to fuck me hard. His quiet grunt was the only indication that he was ready to come and I felt his dick pulse inside of me.
Ungloved as he’d promised.
As he gently pulled out of me, I knew he was mine forever and I smiled as he leaned down and kissed me.
“You ready?” Sweet Pea asked, and I closed my laptop lid.
“Yup, let’s go,” I said before stuffing the laptop in my bag and stowing it under my bed. I grabbed the backpack sitting on top of my dresser, closed my bedroom door, and followed the others outside.
“Who’s got the guest of honor?” I asked my brother.
“I assigned El Presidente to Doozer,” he answered.
“Alright,” Minus said, addressing the crowd. “Everyone knows the plan, and not to deviate from it. This will only work if we stick together, so absolutely no cowboy shit.” Minus turned to Clutch, signaling his turn to address the troops.
“Everyone assigned to carry fire knows what to do with it,” Clutch yelled over the crowd. “Get your gun from Ropes and wait for my signal, and my signal alone. Like Minus said, timing is critical, so don’t fuck up. Stick with your Road Captains and keep your cool.”
“Okay, Saints. Mount the fuck up!” Minus roared, and soon every bike in the Burning Saints Portland Chapter did as well. Days of planning and preparation went into this moment and I’d be lying if I didn’t say it was as exciting as it was terrifying.
We rode together in a great mass of leather and chrome, pipes blaring at a deafening volume through the streets of Portland. The shockwave of our convoy set off several car alarms parked along the city streets. We hit the highway and headed east toward Gresham, straight into the Spiders’ web, where the others were already in position.
Gresham is a semi-rural, working-class city, nestled between Portland and the foothills of the Cascade Mountains. The Spiders’ clubhouse is in a remote area, just south of the city. Unlike Portland and Seattle, which contained several clubs that co-existed more-or-less peacefully over the years, Gresham had always been ruled by one club alone, the Spiders. This was due mostly to the ever-growing meth trade in their city, and the Spiders’ dominance in the market. The Spiders’ founder, Char, was a brutal and ruthless leader, and his current prison term didn’t appear to be slowing down his or his club’s progress. In fact, now that Char was inside, he appeared to have gained contacts and street level intel. The Gresham Spiders had goals to become simply the Spiders, a nation-wide gang of one-percent bikers, and they were on the fast track do so.
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