by Nikki Wild
“What’s up, Grizz?”
“Brushed up with some old friends of the Dragons in Louisiana,” I grunted. “They had a bone to pick with the club. Have you ever done business out there?”
“El Paso’s the furthest east we’ve come out,” Hunter told me. “And Talon hasn’t stepped foot even this far from Los Angeles. What’s the name?”
“Call themselves the Bayou Boys. They’re a disgrace to motorcycle clubs everywhere. Or were…”
“Name doesn’t ring a bell. Did you catch a name of their leader?”
“Kate named a guy. Gridlock.”
“Gridlock?” He shook his head. “No idea.”
“That’s frustrating,” I growled. “The amount of trouble those fuckers gave me, and I’ll never know what the hell we did to piss their leader off like that.”
“Our club began the Outlaws, Grizz,” Hunter threw an arm around me. “We’re bound to step on some toes here and there. You remember all the death threats I was getting for a while there…”
“Yeah. Had to ride out into the desert and knock some heads,” I remembered. “Put the fear of God into some of them.”
“Good times,” Hunter smiled with a hint of mischief. “And that’s just the ones we were aware of. Aw hell, Grizz, we probably brushed up against dozens of thugs and clubs out for our heads, and never knew it.”
“One of life’s great unsolved mysteries, then,” I concluded with disappointment.
“You know, I’m surprised that we haven’t caught any serious heat for the fuckers we’ve been up against these last few months… we’ve been lucky to fly under the radar with all this shit.”
“Funny story about that…” I started to reply, before Kate suddenly grabbed me by the arm and started tugging me away.
“You can play with your boys tomorrow, Grizz,” Kate loudly laughed. “But after everything we’ve been through the last few days… tonight, you’re mine.”
The club laughed knowingly while Hunter raised a glass our way, a delighted smirk on his face. Sarah held his arm.
“Have fun, kids…”
I led Kate down to my room in the back of the bar, hanging a sock on the doorknob like a goddamn college kid.
Turning back onto Kate, I instantly pushed her down into my bunk. My lover giggled as I descended upon her a flurry of kisses, ripping her clothes off and tossing them aside.
She tried to even the field, but I kept her wrists pinned down every time she tried. Soon, I had Kate bare and sprawled out beneath me, squirming and complaining that I “needed to get naked too” and that it wasn’t “fair.”
“Life’s not fair sometimes,” I chuckled, holding her down with my weight while I moved to kiss her lips.
“Sometimes not, no,” she kissed me back, arms around the back of my neck. “But life has a way of making up for it…”
I lowered my face, working my way down her body. I peppered a trail of kisses along her sternum, down her stomach, into her thighs…
Without a moment’s hesitation, I hiked her thighs up over my shoulders and pressed my lips into her warm pussy. Kate threw her head back and moaned, fingers clutching into my hair.
“Damn, Grizz… you’re not waiting up for anything, are you?”
“Been long enough,” I grunted. “Too tired to fuck you last night, too long of a drive to fuck you today…”
It was true. We’d pretty much fallen straight asleep when we’d gotten to a new motel on the other side of the Lousianna border, and we hit the road in the morning without even bothering to stop for breakfast.
The long drive here had basically been totally nonstop, but we were here now and there wasn’t anything to stop us.
No vengeful ex-boyfriends…
No crazy chases through the night…
There was just Kate and myself, and the rest of the world could suck it – at least for this one night.
I flicked her clit with my tongue, my beard seeming to tickle her thighs as I tongue-fucked her. As she wriggled under me, he pushed a rugged finger into her wet pussy, fingering her just at the right spot while I sucked on her clit…
After what seemed like one mind-numbing orgasm later, she was pushing me onto my back and straddling me, unbuckling his belt impatiently.
“You’re too clothed,” she complained. “It’s been long enough…”
“Not arguing with that,” I smirked arrogantly, moving my hips to help remove her jeans.
But she didn’t bother tugging them completely off. Instead, she let them bind my shins together into some light bondage. Satisfied, she descended down between my thighs and slid her lips around my heavy cock, her eyes locked daringly onto mine.
“Oh God, Kate…”
Her tongue swirled around the red helmet of my cock, teasing me before she pushed her lips down, down, all the way down my hilt.
“Fuck…” I groaned huskily.
She drew back up, bobbing her head up and down my shaft, playing with my heavy balls in her cupped hand. She sucked me off for what felt like forever, and it felt fucking incredible.
I could have released my seed right then and there, but held my stamina and refused.
“You can get off into my mouth,” she cooed. “Grizz, you know I love the taste of your hot cum on my tongue…”
That did it.
I was not going to get off without her.
So, I tugged her up off of me, kicking off every last stitch of clothing on me before I tossed her palms up against the wall.
“Want it rough, huh?” She smirked.
“Don’t act like you don’t want it rough,” I growled, lining my cock up to her wet, ready slit. Without warning, I thrust a good few inches into her welcoming, velvety folds, feeling her tense up around me.
“Fuck, you’re hard tonight…”
“I’m always hard for you, Kate,” I murmured into her ear as I assumed the position behind her. “Just stand here and take it… take this hot, heavy piece of meat…”
“Don’t you need a condom?” She moaned.
“Not anymore. Hunter might not like the idea of another pregnant woman around the clubhouse, but I’m starting to warm up to the idea.”
“Shut up and fuck me,” she moaned.
So I did just that.
I pounded her warm, soft pussy into oblivion, my hard body pressed up against hers. I flipped her around to face me, hiking both legs up around my hips as I rolled my pelvis against hers, again and again…
The rest of the club must have heard every last loud moan out of her lips, but I didn’t give a rat’s ass.
Let them hear it, I thought.
Let them hear it all.
“Oh fuck, Grizz… I’m gonna come…”
“Do it, baby,” I commanded her. “Go on. Come on my cock, just like when we were teens. I want to feel you do it.”
“Oh Jesus – FUCK –”
Kate’s mouth gasped open as her entire body locked up, her pussy clamping onto my thick dick while I had her hilted.
It felt too fucking good.
I couldn’t help it.
She drained every last drop of my seed as I completely lost control, driving my cock as deep into her womb as I could. The feral beast came out inside me, and it forced me to empty my balls into Kate’s bare pussy.
“Did you just–”
“Yes,” I snarled into her throat, kissing deeply and passionately. “And I’m going to do it again and again, all goddamn night…”
“Oh Grizz,” she gasped into my ear, her limbs wrapped around me. “Let’s do it. Let’s just fuck all night like this… nothing between us this time…”
“Done,” I growled.
I dropped her down to the bed, both of us laughing.
If they heard any of that, I grinned wickedly to myself, then they’d better get goddamn used to it… I’m just getting started.
Possessed by something ferocious and utterly primal, I descended down upon my lover into the sheets, with a cock hard enough to last
me a good few more hours of mindless fucking…
Epilogue
Grizz
Six Weeks Later
As Kate found out the fun way, it’s one thing to ride across multiple states on the back of a biker’s roaring engine. It’s a completely different beast to do the same thing with almost twenty other bikes fanned out defensively around you.
The entire Devil’s Dragons motorcycle club rode hard across the massive state of Texas. Hundreds and hundreds of miles flew by with the hours as we put El Paso, Los Angeles, and everything between in the rearview mirrors.
Good fucking riddance.
Hunter and Sarah rode beside us as the rest of the gang stayed cautiously arced out on either side, watching for trouble. We got the looks, but nobody dared fuck with us.
It was nice to have the natural order of things restored: being back with my brothers again, having my woman in my life again, and the knowledge that we would scare any third-tier biker club that dared bother one of us again completely shitless.
It felt good to have those fuckers behind bars, after all the trouble they’d given me.
At my prodding, Kate had spent plenty of time with the club over the last month or so, and it had taught her the basics of biker culture. She understood the pecking order, and my place in the organization as Hunter’s second-in-command.
While we lay in bed one night, she confessed that the others held me with a certain reverence. I understood that, and could see why, although I was nothing more than a mere man.
Mortal.
Fallible.
Imperfect.
Kate, told me how the others spoke in hushed tones about the things I’d done with them – the covert missions on behalf of Hunter Hargreaves, the diplomatic expeditions to other clubs.
It appeared that they thought of me as some otherworldly figure. My contributions, in their eyes, were the stuff that legends were made of.
The whole thing made me chuckle.
I’d never quite thought of things that way, and I made a mental note to lighten up a bit.
There were still hours to go before we hit New Orleans, but we had a base headquarters ready for us. We’d need a long, hard sleep after today’s ride.
We’d need our strength and our wits.
The next few weeks meant introducing Hunter to Julian’s partnership, finalizing protection contracts, establishing our turf, and carving out our niche in the city.
Hunter turned to me for a moment, and we shared a meaningful look. Sarah glanced over as well, and I felt Kate look their way.
I smiled.
If it wasn’t for Hunter and Sarah coming back together, Kate and I would have never seen each other again. In some small way, our stories seemed to run parallel. A cog in a grand plan that encompassed us all.
And I would forever be grateful for that.
But there was another similarity between us… It was something that Kate had told me that morning, right before we left El Paso for good.
The Devil’s Dragons had a prince on the way, sitting in Sarah’s womb. But the heir to the throne wouldn’t grow up alone.
Kate was pregnant.
And I was going to be a father.
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Prologue
Maisey
One backpack.
Everything I owned fit inside one small, pink backpack. I’d slowly given away everything else during the last two weeks. It wasn’t that I wanted to travel lightly. It was that I didn’t want any reminders of this place once I was gone.
I took one long last look around the room I’d spent the better part of the last twelve years in. My eyes raked over the threadbare blanket littered with little faded green flowers, the stained carpet, the old, ratty, yellowed lace curtains that were hanging there long before I’d ever arrived to this hell-hole.
I sniffed the air, the stench of old cigarettes, stale beer, and piss-stained floors etched so deeply into my nostrils, I knew it would take months for it to go away.
Away. I smiled at the thought of what ‘away’ meant to me now. Anywhere away from here was going to be good enough for me. I grabbed the backpack, threw it over my shoulder, and walked out of that room as fast as my feet would carry me.
I was leaving a week earlier than planned.
I was missing the prom tonight. I’d miss graduation next week, too. But those were just silly ceremonies designed to make confused, aimless kids feel like they’d accomplished something.
But I knew better. I knew the real accomplishments lie ahead. Not just for me, but for all of Highland High’s Class of 2005. We lived in the tiny, crumbling town of Ault, Colorado. There were exactly 274 students in the entire school, and we made up a little more than a tenth of the 2000 or so residents in the whole town.
So, to say that accomplishing anything of note inside this town was difficult was an understatement. Ault stood for ‘A Unique Little Town’, but the only thing that was really unique about it was that it might just be the worst of all the similar little towns scattered across Colorado.
There was nothing for me here and there never would be.
I’d been planning to leave since I wa
s ten years old. My eighteenth birthday was last week and I was keeping the promise I’d made to myself.
At the last minute, I’d been suckered into staying for the stupid prom and graduation. That was just a momentary lapse of judgement, and now that I’d regained my senses, I was sure beyond a doubt that leaving and leaving fast was the only way out of the mess I’d dug myself into.
I walked out into the musty living room, staring down at Clyde. He’d been my foster father for the last twelve years. I’d arrived in Ault when I was barely six years old - taken in by him and his wife Claire who’d succumbed to breast cancer just three years after I’d arrived.
Clyde descended into a dark circle of booze and depression after Claire’s death and he never came up for air. I raised myself, more or less.
This morning, just like every morning, he was passed out cold on the worn and dirty couch, wearing the same clothes he’d been wearing for two weeks. It would probably take him at least that long to figure out I was actually gone… Unless the beer in the fridge ran out first.
I didn’t bother telling anyone I was leaving. There was nobody to say goodbye to. Nobody that mattered, anyway. There was one person who had somehow found his way into my heart, but that didn’t matter anymore.
My life had been put on hold before it ever began but now it was time for me to push the fast forward button to my future.
I walked over to the kitchen counter and began scrawling a note to Clyde.
“Clyde,
I’m gone. You can find your truck at the Ft. Collins train station. It’s been real.
Take care,
~Maisey”
Quickly, I made two tuna sandwiches and wrapped them in saran wrap. I opened the fridge and placed the note on top of a six-pack of Miller Light and put one of the sandwiches on top of it and placed the other one inside my backpack.
