by E. C. Land
“You’re gonna do what?” my VP and best friend Tracker yells as he slams his beer on the bar top.
“I’m heading up to Lancaster, Pennsylvania, to meet with Boss,” I say, smirking at him. I take another long pull of my own beer finishing it off. Setting it down, I tap the bar signaling for Cherry Pie to grab me another one without looking toward her. I never pay attention to the clubwhores who parade themselves around here.
I made that mistake once and swore to never do it again. Doesn’t mean I don’t get my fair share of pussy. All I have to do is snap my fingers and any of these bitches will be more than happy to sink to their knees and suck my dick. It all comes with the perks of being the President of the club.
“Why the fuck would you be meeting the President of the Iron Vex MC?” Blaze snaps. He’s not one for trusting outsiders. And after the way Boss and I kept going toe-to-toe at Twister’s club, I don’t blame him. Boss and I had clashed several times during the shit going down with my brother Hades and his ol’ lady Emerson.
I still don’t understand how the connection with the Iron Vex MC came about. It’s a sore subject for my brother, yet it brought a mutual understanding between the clubs. All because one of the Iron Vex claimed Emerson as his family.
The whole situation is strange to me but whatever. I wasn’t expecting to have to see any of them again. That is until Boss’ name flashed across the screen of my cell earlier today. Clearing my throat, I try not to allow my thoughts to drift back to the scene I thought of earlier today. While we were on the phone all I wanted was to see her kneeling before me with my dick in her mouth, keeping that trap of hers shut with all the nonsense she spews out. She’s a hot woman, but damn is she irritating when she talks.
“I’m meeting with Boss because she’s requested a meet with me in regards to some bullshit her club’s been having for a while.” Shrugging, I grab the beer from Cherry Pie, muttering a thanks.
“Okay, so who all is gonna be at this meeting?” Tracker asks.
“I’m going by myself. No reason to drag anyone with me since she’s coming alone. I’ll be leaving sometime tomorrow morning. Boss and I are meeting at Mally’s Pub,” I say, looking them both in the eyes.
I knew neither of them would like the idea but sometimes there’s shit I gotta do by myself. Being President ain’t always easy.
“I don’t like it, Prez,” Blaze mutters what I already knew he was gonna say.
“Figured you wouldn’t, but from what Boss said on the phone, she’s looking for a potential alliance with us to help with a cult situation. After all the bullshit that’s been going on with Twister’s club and that satanic cult, she thought we might be able to help them out. Rumor has it her grandfather is the one who started it all and killed her father in cold blood. However, nothing was ever confirmed to the public. I’ve got Nerd looking into the rumors as well as this cult,” I inform them of what I know so far.
“And you think it’s a good idea to meet this woman by yourself,” Tracker probes.
Out of all my brothers, my son included, these two men and Bear know me the best. They were around when everything happened with Horse’s mom. How she left us all because she didn’t want to be a teen mom. Too bad I can’t seem to get rid of her fully. Mary seems to think she has a right to come to me when she needs money. Even now, when Horse is almost thirty.
Still blows my mind to think I had a kid when I was fifteen. But I learned from my mistakes. Don’t trust a woman to not use her body to get what she wants. It’s why I drilled it into Horse’s head to always wrap your shit up, even if it’s just for a blow job. Bitches seem to think they’ve got some sort of claim on you once they fuck you.
Maybe it’s why Boss and I didn’t get along when we first met. She’s used to getting what she wants done even if she does it herself.
The only women I’ve allowed to get close to me are the ol’ ladies, and even then, it’s to an extent for most of them. However, when it comes to Kenny and Cleo, those two women are like daughters to me and are a different story. Kenny, with her big heart, sacrificed her happiness with Horse in order to protect the club at a time she didn’t even know he’d been a part of it. As for Cleo, well, she and I created a bond when I walked into her hospital room to find her about to slice her own wrist, ready to die. Everyone else is family but nothing compared to those two.
Inwardly shaking my head, I give my brothers a grin. “Don’t worry, brothers, it’s not like I’ll allow a woman to hurt me. Besides, you’ve heard the rumors of the type of club she runs. They’re swingers,” I laugh, yet inside I tell my dick not to even think about it.
Fucking the woman who is the President of another club and a potential ally wouldn’t be a good idea. No matter how hot she is.
“I hope you’re right, Stoney.” Sighing, Blaze lifts his beer to his mouth.
“How long are you gonna be gone?” Tracker asks.
“I’ll stay overnight. You know I don’t drink and drive. I’ll call y’all once I get there,” I say before finishing off my beer.
Without another word to them, I turn to face the rest of the room, seeing my brothers enjoying our usual Friday night party. Women dancing throughout the room as some of the guys join them while others are either at the poker table or pool tables. Some of them are even fucking in the midst of it all. Yeah, our typical party is fully under way.
Pulling out my phone to find it’s after one in the morning, I’m sure I should be heading to bed now but not before I take care of something first. Just as Tiny goes to walk by, I snag hold of her wrist and pull her with me to my office.
“You know what I want,” I mutter, sitting on the couch in the corner as I pull a condom out of my pocket. Opening my jeans, I rip the foil open and slide it over my dick.
“Yes, Sir.” she murmurs with glee as she gets down on her knees.
Leaning my head on the back cushion, I allow myself to enjoy the simple pleasure of having Tiny’s mouth around my dick.
Ranger’s Fury
Ranger
Nothing about my life has ever been easy, so it makes total sense the moment I found her would be no different. As soon as I laid my eyes on her, I knew how I’d have the biggest fight on my hands.
Little did I know there’s more to her then I first realized.
People say she’s emotionless, a void, a shell of the person she used to be. However, I don’t agree. I see the raging fire inside of her, desperate to break free.
I wonder what my little fury would do if it all came blazing out, but before we realize it, the past comes to present. It threatens those around us in ways we’ve never dealt with before.
Can I protect her when everything comes crashing down, or will she become the harpy she is?
I suppose it doesn’t matter. Regardless, she’s mine-- whether she wants to be or not.
A Demon’s Song
Hunter
The day she walked through the front door, I wanted nothing more than to hate her.
I didn’t trust her, and she rubbed me the wrong way from the get-go.
I wanted nothing to do with her, so I ensured I’d avoid her at all costs. It worked for awhile, until I found her on the side of the road in the middle of the night.
Of course, I did the noble thing and brought her home, but I had no idea she’d end up in my bed, or with me pounding into her.
I told myself one night couldn’t hurt. Only, it did.
One night shifted everything and before I realized it, trouble came knocking on my door, and her safety hung in the balance.
Axel’s Promise
Axel
Promises are meant to be broken, all except one. The one that binds two people as one. Too bad that’s the one I broke when I screwed up.
I lost her because of what I did. She left and in so doing she took something she shouldn’t have. Not without telling me.
Now she’s back with fear in her eyes and not alone.
Shocked, I have the choice to make m
ore promises or mend the one I broke and take back what was mine.
