Velvet Ivy (The Nighthawks MC Book 1)

by Bella Knight

  “Okay,” she said, “party’s over. Find your road!”

  Skeleton gestured at Claw, who bellowed, “We ride!”

  They finished their beers, knocked back the whiskey, and grabbed their leathers. Then, they were gone, the door crashing shut behind them.

  Ivy gave the three hundred to Thanda and three hundred to the bar before dropping off the rest with DVI.

  “At least we got some green,” said Di.

  “Di,” said Ivy, “don’t let those jokers ever come within five hundred feet of this place. They don’t care who they hurt. They run drugs and guns; I saw them with more firepower than is healthy to have. They snorted coke right in front of us. They don’t come back, no matter how much money they have. One of them beat up Thanda.”

  “What?” said Di.

  “You ever do something that stupid again, Di, I quit,” said Ivy.

  She walked back to the games room, to help clean up, and remembered to get her own arm looked at as well. Di could clean up her own mess with Thanda.

  But it didn’t work. Thanda quit the next day.

  Recovery

  It took two weeks for the ladies at the Palomino Roadhouse to recover. Marybelle stayed, but she went on a buying frenzy. Jazz decided to go to college. Her sick mother was better, and now making a living growing fruit trees and selling the fruits, so more money went to her brother and sister’s education. Ivy suggested the medical field; people always got sick, whether the economy was good or bad. She suggested Jazz become an X-ray or ultrasound technician, and come back to the Palomino on breaks and summers. She could take what classes she could online, as she herself had done.

  Lissa switched to their shift. She was half African-American and half Asian, and all gorgeous. Very petite, pretty, and fun. She fit in with the other ladies well, teasing Marybelle about her obsession with nice things, and speaking Thai with Jazz. Sometimes twisting Ivy’s hair in new ways for her, putting silver clips on the ends.

  Arsenal took Ivy for a long ride in the desert. Over steaks at a casino in Pahrump.

  Ivy told him about the visit, “Shit,” he said, “glad you’re all still alive. The Blacksnakes are bad news. Claw is their leader, but he’s a hothead. And an asshole. Skeleton covers up what he does. They run guns and drugs. They are scary-bad. I hear there are bodies in the desert. I heard they got into it with some Mexican gang. They took out two of their leaders, and no one wants to retaliate. You ever heard of Chollos not retaliating?”

  “Nope,” said Ivy.

  “Anyway, it could be a bunch of bullshit, but…”

  “It sounds real,” said Ivy.

  “Exactly.”

  Ivy diced her baked potato, “I told Di to never let them in again.”

  “May backfire,” said Arsenal, “they may decide to burn the place down.”

  “Ugly thought,” said Ivy.

  “Who the fuck is DVI, anyway?”

  “Well, she used to be like me. She put her money in the bank, like I did. Every dime that doesn’t go to Damia goes to the bank and earns some interest. I thought about buying a CD last week.”

  Arsenal stared at her and Ivy looked at him with her wild green eyes, “What? Hookers can’t own certificates of deposit from a bank?”

  Arsenal choked as he took a drink of his Coke, and stared, “You’re not a hooker,” he said, “you sleep with men for money. You’re a lady of the evening!”

  “And you want to be my boyfriend?” Ivy sipped from her own Coke, “what’s wrong with you?”

  He laughed, “I am a biker with PTSD. What are you doing with me?”

  She laughed, “We’re made for each other, aren’t we?”

  He stood, leaned over, and kissed her. They ended up getting a room in the hotel and staying the night. They kept their jeans on and took off their shirts, stroking each other’s arms. They kissed deeply, grabbing the back of each other’s heads and diving into each other’s mouths. They came up for air, stopping to kick off their boots. They took time unbuttoning their jeans, and soon they were touching in more places. They took off each other’s underwear, and their kissing became strained with need.

  They made it to the bed, sinking onto a coverlet. They slid up to the top and lay beside each other, exploring. She took his cock in her hand and kissed it before she slid on a condom she had palmed from her jeans. She put her leg on his hip, facing him, and he went into her. She tightened herself to keep him inside. He grabbed her ass, driving himself in. He came explosively, crying out into her mouth.

  She stopped, and she gasped to get her breath back. They rolled apart, and laid on their backs, spent. He was the first to stand, stumbling into the bathroom. He came back with a wet cloth for her and cleaned her up. He threw the cloth back into the bathroom and fell over her body onto the bed. They fell together, laughing. They slept with her head on his shoulder, waking to kiss each other in the dark and do it all over again.

  “Better the devil you know!”

  3

  Girls and Rides

  Inola

  “Nice friend…”

  Ivy picked up the phone, “Ivy, this is Henry, from the Nighthawks. Are

  there any Blacksnakes nearby?”

  “No, Henry, we banned them. Di installed a fence and a gate that needs a code.”

  “Good idea,” he was silent a moment.

  “You coming up?” said Ivy.

  “You deal with girls, right?”

  “Yeah, all the time,” she said, “you bringing someone?”

  “Yeah,” he said, “my cousin Numa has a friend. She’s scared, you know. Thought we’d create a situation she would control.”

  “Come on down,” said Ivy.

  “Be there in thirty,” said Henry, and he hung up.

  Ivy chose red and leather boy shorts and a leather bra top, (and put a gray mesh top over them both), and her riding boots. She was looking for rock ‘’n’ roll, not intimidation. She went out to the main room.

  Marybelle was charming a cowboy. They were drinking together on a couch. Jazz was roaring with laughter at the bar with an Asian man, —short, very flat nose, dressed in jeans and a pale blue, short-sleeved shirt. Lissa wasn’t there; she apparently already had a client in her room.

  James called. Ivy picked up, “Yeah, it’s Henry, he’s good. Let him in.”

  After the roar of the bikes subsided, Ivy went out to meet them, “Hey, Henry,” she said with a smile.

  “Hey,” he said, “this is Numa, my cousin.”

  The cousin was an amazing beauty, with high cheekbones and full lips, kind of an Amerind Angelina Jolie. Next to her was a small woman with her hair braided down to her waist. With Numa’s cheekbones, a wide face, and small, cherry-red lips. She wore purple glasses that made her black eyes seem huge.

  Numa stepped forward and shook Ivy’s hand, “I’m Numa. This is Inola. She’s a third cousin.”

  “Nice to meet you,” said Inola in a small voice, but her voice didn’t shake, “I heard you’re good with women.”

  Ivy smiled, “I try. Come on in. You must be thirsty after a ride.” She held open the door, and they filed in.

  Ivy took them to the bar, and they all selected sodas, “Numa and I want to shoot some pool,” said Henry.

  “I’ll clean your clock, old man,” said Numa. He laughed, and they went to the games room.

  “Is there someplace we can talk?” asked Inola.

  “Sure. The heat is massive today. Where did you ride today? I’m assuming not Death Valley.”

  Inola laughed as Ivy ordered two more Cokes and stood, “No, just straight here from the res. It’s a good ride.”

  “You hungry?” asked Ivy.

  “I can eat,” said Inola.

  They chatted over Cokes and Ky’s delicious Southwest chicken burritos, stuffed with chicken and vegetables.

  “I go to the college. I heard you got your degree there.”

  “Associate in business,” said Ivy, “what do you want?”

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bsp; “Vet tech,” said Inola, “if I get the money, I’d like to become a vet. It’s very useful on the res. I helped a horse with colic last week. Didn’t sleep for two days.”

  “Sounds good,” said Ivy, “I’m going to open a bar someday, something rock ‘n’ roll, probably in Vegas.”

  Inola nodded, “Dancing and stuff.”

  “Yeah,” said Ivy, “some place safe, where you can relax after a ride, maybe where some tourists pop in too.”

  “Yeah,” said Inola, “safe.”

  Ivy touched her hand, “I’m safe,” she said, “I’m a sure thing. Henry will give me some money. You can help him deliver a foal or something to pay him back.”

  Inola laughed, “Sure. We have two pregnant now.”

  Ivy shuddered, “Summer pregnancy. The worst.”

  Inola laughed again, “That’s true. They’re going to have champion barrel racers for foals.”

  “Then it’s worth it,” said Ivy.

  “Yeah,” said Inola, “I like you. I think… we can…”

  Ivy nodded, “Follow me.”

  She took her to the bathroom to wash up, then went back and took the extra Cokes back to her room. She took off her boots, and so did Inola.

  “What movie do you want to watch?” asked Ivy, “I’ve got stuff from Aliens to Easy Rider. Or we can read books. I’ve got some sex movies, girl-on-girl, made by lesbians, not the fake stuff. And pictures.”

  “Just show me what to do,” said Inola, taking her shirt off over her head, revealing a camisole top and muscled arms.

  “What the heck have you been doing?” asked Ivy, coming over and touching her arms, “lifting the colts over your head?”

  Inola laughed, “No, but the hay bales are huge and heavy.”

  Ivy kissed Inola, gently. Inola was soft and responsive, “You know,” she said, “I’m not the boss here. You are.”

  Inola smiled, —a smile as bright as the sun, “Good to know,” she reached down, and pulled the mesh top off of Ivy.

  They kissed up against the door, slowly, then faster. Inola unhooked Ivy’s front bra strap and slid it off her shoulders.

  “Pretty,” she said and took Ivy’s breasts in her hands.

  She kissed and sucked, and Ivy let her fingers roam over Inola’s face and, her neck. Ivy took Inola’s camisole off over her head, and they held each other, kissing. Inola dropped her jeans.

  Ivy turned on some slow rock, starting with Aerosmith’s Angel, and led Inola to the bed. They fell down on the soft sheets, kissing, rolling over each other, hands touching breasts and stroking faces and hair. It was lips kissing lips and cheeks, breasts, and necks as well. Inola laughed, her hands exploring everywhere. She pulled off Ivy’s boy shorts, and stroked her stomach, then rolled on top of Ivy. Inola kissed her lips, her face, then suckled her breasts again, making Ivy moan. She kissed down on her stomach, then pulled up her legs. She kissed her thighs, and Ivy’s back arched. Inola found the ‘button’ in between Ivy’s legs and pushed it. She licked her fingers, and pressed the button, vibrating her fingers. Ivy arched her back, crying out. She put her fingers inside, and Ivy moved against her. Ivy came in a moan, and reached up and pulled off Inola’s little lace panties. She flipped her over and did the same to Inola. Inola moaned, and cried out, and came in a rush of ecstasy.

  Ivy sucked on her fingers and put her fingers inside Inola. She made her cum, and cum again, lying next to her, kissing her, taking the moans into her mouth. Then, Inola reached inside Ivy and made her cum. They stroked each other, kissing and sucking as they enjoyed each other.

  Finally, they laid next to each other, gasping. Ivy waited until her body was working again, and she handed a Coke to Inola and then popped the top on her own can. They lay, snuggling, giggling, and sipping their Cokes.

  “How am I going to find a girlfriend?” asked Inola.

  Ivy smiled, “College will do it. Room with other girls. I was in this two-bedroom-plus-loft with five girls. Two of them were lesbians, but they didn’t date each other. Join clubs. If you don’t know how to do something, then learn! Watch some videos, then go to learn from others in the club. Buy a camera or a guitar, or learn line dancing. There’s probably another lesbian in your vet tech program. If that doesn’t work, there are two lesbian bars in Vegas. They are great fun. Smile. Laugh, have a good time, make friends.”

  “What if they don’t like me ‘cos I’m Indian?”

  Ivy looked into Inola’s eyes, “Then fuck them. They’re too stupid for words. Anyone would love to have you as a girlfriend.”

  Inola was mesmerized by her.

  Ivy used her hand to bring Inola’s cheek back to her when Inola looked away, “Expect your heart to get broken. It makes it stronger. Just don’t stop loving. You never know when someone awesome is nearby, just waiting to meet you.”

  “Do you have someone special?”

  “Yes,” said Ivy.

  “Lucky you!” said Inola.

  “Lucky me!” said Ivy.

  They dressed, and Ivy turned off the music, they went to the bar for more Cokes and then they went into the games room to shoot pool with Henry and Numa.

  “You good?” asked Henry, as Inola smiled a blinding smile, “that good?” he said.

  Inola nodded and felt amazing.

  “You ladies play. Let an old man get on his feet.” Henry took off to the poker table. He sat down, and Ivy sat down next to him, “The kid seems okay,” he said.

  “You’ll be sad to lose her to college,” said Ivy, “and you’ll have to find some way to pay for vet school.”

  “She’s eighteen,” said Henry, “in case you were wondering she starts school in September. And, we’ve been looking into scholarships for her.”

  He passed her an envelope under the table. Ivy looked inside. There was a hundred bucks. She slid the money into her boy shorts over her hip.

  “Good,” said Ivy, “I would help, but I’ve got my own daughter’s school to pay for.”

  Henry nodded slowly, “I wondered why you chose this profession,” he said, as he passed an envelope over to her, “she is in boarding school?”

  “She’s severely autistic. The school is expensive as hell, but she’s actually learning words in sign language and some numbers. She’s seven.”

  “That’s difficult,” said Henry.

  “And expensive. She’s happy there. But, she doesn’t recognize me, or want to be touched.” she smiled sadly, “I like loud rock music, and she wants a world of silence.”

  “What will you do?” asked Henry, “after this?”

  “I was going to open a brothel,” said Ivy, “reopen one of the closed ones. Arsenal says that’s too expensive. He suggested I open a bar, a rock one.”

  “You speak to him? What about your friend?”

  “He apologized to her. He asked to make amends. He bought her a purse she wanted. She loves it, takes it with her whenever she leaves the Palomino. He’s been sober five months now.”

  Henry stared at her, “You still see him?”

  “He comes here sometimes, and we also date.”

  Henry nodded, “Then perhaps I should let him back into the club.”

  “He’d like that,” said Ivy.

  “What about you?” he asked.

  “I do have a Harley,” said Ivy, “Arsenal takes me on rides.”

  Henry gave her a card, “Here is our clubhouse. It is in Las Vegas. We need a woman’s touch, you see. We encourage all to join who want to, but we need more support for the women.”

  He smiled as Inola whooped after making a difficult shot, “That one shows me that you do more than a job. You want to make others happy. So, yes, join us. Help women, and let them help you.”

  Ivy smiled, “I’ll think about it.”

  Henry patted her hand, “You’ll do it. When Arsenal rejoins, you both will.”

  Ivy’s First Club Ride

  Arsenal showed up a week later after calling ahead to be sure Ivy was free. She met him outside. He gr
abbed her, picked her up, and twirled her around, whooping.

  “What?” she asked when he put her down.

  He turned around and showed the vest with the Nighthawks logo emblazoned on the back. She whooped, and he turned back around, picked her up, and whirled her around again.

  She snagged some drinks and took him back to her room. Ivy had barely closed the door when she found herself pushed up against the door. He kissed her deeply, stopping to hold her face in his hands and to look into her eyes. He pulled down her boy shorts and touched the inside of her thighs. She moaned. He kicked off his boots, and so did she. He dropped his jeans after fishing a condom out of his pocket. She rolled it on for him. He picked her up and thrust himself inside. His rhythm was fast and furious; his eyes wild, holding her hips in his hands.

  She undressed him when he finished, and took off her own top. She went to the little bathroom and got wet cloths for them. She laid him on the bed and cleaned him up, then he cleaned her up. They both laid there, panting until she was able to snag the drinks. They watched Aliens.

  He laughed when Ivy yelled, “Get away from her, you BITCH!” along with the actress.

  He pulled the pillows down and laid her across them. He grabbed a condom out of his jeans. He reached in and touched her from behind. He waited until she found a rhythm on his fingers to put himself inside her, then slipped in.

  “I get so deep,” he said, groaning.

  He found a rhythm, and they both came together, riding a wave. He slipped out, and this time, he let Ivy rest while he disposed of the condom and cleaned them both up.

  “Sleep, baby,” he said and left two hundred on the table, “love you.” He kissed her; then he was gone.

  Arsenal showed back up early on Monday, (Ivy’s day off), with the entire club, —fifteen members. James was alarmed at first, but he recognized Arsenal and Henry and buzzed them in the gate. He woke Ivy up at the ungodly hour of noon. Everyone bought drinks at the bar, a wicked game of pool ensued, and several guys and one other girl went off with Marybelle and Jazz and Lissa. Dion traded insults with a one-eyed biker named Pirate, and they went off together. Katya, the ‘days-off’ bartender, took over.