Big Bad Twins

by Tia Siren

  “Is he dead?” Gloria asked.

  Rebecca smirked. She could see what was coming. She picked up her beer and down it.

  “He is,” Red said, “God rest his soul.”

  Gloria took a drink. “I’ll drink to that. He’s in a better place. Anywhere you don’t have to look at your ugly mug is surely a better place.”

  “You bitch,” Red said. She glared at the two other women at the corner table and they got up. Rebecca glanced back at them. There was a woman about her age with a shaved head named Mabel and a dark-haired beauty of about fifty named Holly.

  Rebecca had been in fights before, but she had never started one. But something about Red, and something about the way Rebecca had been feeling since sleeping with Hull, made her want to hit someone. And so she did. She stood up quickly and set her feet, and then she sent her closed fist flying into Red’s face. She felt the woman’s nose snap under her knuckles, and when she pulled her hand away, she saw blood gushing from Red’s nostrils, as crimson as her hair.

  Red stumbled back. Rebecca saw Gloria turn to take on Mabel, and then Holly was upon her and she had to focus on that. She turned just as the woman shoved her, and Rebecca fell hard into the bar, slamming her ribs on the edge. She gritted her teeth and grabbed her empty beer bottle. She swung it at Holly’s head, but the pretty woman ducked it and planted an uppercut on Rebecca’s chin. Her head snapped back and she saw stars. She almost fell, but the bar kept her upright, and Rebecca shook the pain away with two quick twists of her head. Then she stepped forward, throwing the bottle at Holly.

  The woman ducked, but Rebecca was already following up with a roundhouse punch, and it connected with a dull thunk to the side of Holly’s head.

  “Get out of here with that garbage!” the fat man behind the bar shouted. The bottle Rebecca threw flew through the air and broke against the far wall. “I mean it!” the bartender said again.

  No one paid him any attention. Red was getting up, her hand over her bleeding nose. Holly rushed forward and slammed Rebecca against the bar. She looked over and saw Gloria and Mabel on the floor, trading punches and kicks. Red went after Rebecca, standing behind Holly and throwing punches when she could.

  “Get out!” the man behind the bar yelled, and then Rebecca heard a loud click. The women froze and turned to the man. He had pulled a shotgun from beneath the bar and had pumped it. He aimed it in the women’s general direction. “Ain’t none of that shit welcome here.”

  “All right old timer,” Rebecca said as Holly let her go. She held her hands up. “Don’t shoot.”

  She giggled, and so did the other women, Hammers and Black Roses alike. They left together, and Rebecca wondered if the fight would continue, but everyone had gotten their licks in, so they climbed upon their bikes and parted ways on somewhat good terms. Rebecca and Gloria headed back to town.

  They stopped in front of Gloria’s place, a small and dingy trailer on the outskirts of town.

  “Something's getting to you,” Gloria said. “Still a problem with Jason? Look, he’s a dipshit, and the rest of the guys are too. I know you love the club, and things will work out. Stick with it.”

  “It’s not that,” Rebecca said truthfully. “Hull is back in town.”

  “He is? What a fine hunk of man. He didn’t come to see me.”

  Rebecca laughed.

  “So what’s the problem?”

  “He…wants to start again.”

  “Start again. He’s a good man.”

  “Something is just wrong. It feels wrong.”

  Gloria sighed and climbed off her bike. “You young women, you think too much about everything. Figure it out. Figure out what you want, and then do that. It’s that simple.”

  “So you say.”

  “Get out of here. I’m going to drink some beers by myself. You get into too many fights.”

  “I get into too many fights? Didn’t you get into a fight during your wedding?”

  “Which one? The first one or the second one?” Gloria asked.

  “Both of them,” Rebecca said with a laugh.

  “Oh, right,” Gloria said, and then she laughed and headed into her trailer, leaving Rebecca to start her motorcycle and head home.

  4

  When Rebecca got home, she was surprised to see Hull waiting for her. The man had his motorcycle parked in her driveway, much like Jason had a couple of weeks before. She parked her bike next to his and climbed off. He smiled.

  “What’s up?” she asked him.

  “I don’t know what your problem is, but I feel like I gave you enough time. You ready to figure this out?”

  Rebecca sighed. “I don’t know what I need to figure out. I don’t want to be with you.”

  Hull shook his head. “I don’t believe that.”

  “Well, you better start believing it. I don’t want what we had, all right?”

  “I love you,” Hull said, trying to take her hand, but she pulled it away. “I love two things,” he went on, “the Hammers and you. I want both of you back.”

  “You’re going to take on Jason?”

  “I’m going to get the Hammers back, and I’m going to get you back.”

  Rebecca felt anger rise in her chest. “I don’t want to be gotten back. I’m a person, not a club. Not something you own.”

  Hull sighed. “I don’t know why you’re so angry. I love you. You hurt me, but seeing you, I…I want to fix it.”

  “There’s nothing to fix,” Rebecca said, and she left the man standing in her driveway.

  Hull stayed true to his word, in both aspects. He sent her flowers a couple of days later, and he somehow got a hold of her cell number. He didn’t drown her with attention—it never went from yearning for her to creepy territory—and Rebecca found herself wondering why she was being so hard on the man.

  As for the Hammers, Jason made it clear that he had no plans to let Hull into the group, and Hull made it clear that he didn’t want to be in the Hammers; he expected to lead them. The contention between the two men grew so much over the weeks that Jason forgot about his campaign against Rebecca, and the young woman found herself enjoying being in the group once more.

  Her love life and the club drama came to a head the same night. Rebecca was in Drive, a small biker bar not far from where she lived. The Hammers hung out there a lot, and they had taken over most of the bar that night. Rebecca was shooting pool with Gloria, her head bobbing to the rock song pumping out of the jukebox, when Hull made his way into the bar.

  Every set of eyes was on him. Most of the Hammers knew him from before he left, and they had known his father, and those who didn’t knew him now that Jason was fighting with him. Jason was near the back of the bar, and he tensed up, but Hull ignored him, instead going straight to Rebecca.

  “Can I speak with you?” he asked.

  Rebecca sighed. “I’m busy.”

  Gloria leaned over the table toward Hull. “You can speak with me all night, honey,” she said.

  “If she keeps turning me down, you’re on,” Hull said with a grin. Rebecca couldn’t help but smile.

  “You have two minutes,” she said. “Say your peace and let me get back to pool.”

  “Let’s go outside,” Hull said.

  “Fine,” Rebecca agreed, and she let the young biker lead the way to the parking lot. They stood off to the side of the dingy bar, in the gravel lot. The sky was dark, the only light coming from the silver moon that hung in the sky and the cars that passed by on the four-lane highway the bar was situated off of.

  “I want to speak, and don’t interrupt me,” Hull said. “You always interrupt; it’s one of your worst qualities.”

  “Are you trying to get me back?” Rebecca said with a smirk.

  “Hush,” Hull said. “I know you got scared when we were younger. I know you didn’t want to be a mom. I was ready to be a dad, but only because I wanted you. I would have done anything for you, and coming back, seeing you again, I realize that I still would do anyt
hing for you.”

  He stopped speaking, and Rebecca waited for more. Hull laughed. “I thought that would take longer, but that’s it. I would do anything for you. I don’t know why you hate me.”

  Rebecca sighed and shook her head. “I don’t hate you, Hull. I love you. I think…I think I hate myself. I know that’s it. When I freaked out and you ran away—and you ran far, let’s be honest—I hated myself for it. And now I’m scared that if I ever do something to make you run again, I’ll hate myself forever.”

  “Well, don’t make me run,” Hull said, and he smiled and reached for her hand. Rebecca let him take it. She stood on her tiptoes and pressed her lips to his.

  “Let’s go to my place,” she said with a grin when they broke their kiss.

  “Let’s grab a beer first.”

  Rebecca frowned. “Jason is in there.”

  “I’m not afraid of him.”

  “Come on, do you need to be macho right now?”

  “It’s just one beer,” Hull argued.

  “Fine,” Rebecca relented. “One beer, and then come home with me.”

  “Deal.” Hull grinned. They went inside. They were at the bar for only a moment before Jason was there, tapping Hull on the shoulder. Hull rolled his eyes and spun around on his barstool. “What?” he asked, not bothering to keep the annoyance out of his voice.

  “You aren’t welcome here,” Jason said.

  “It’s a free country, right?”

  “This is a Hammer bar.”

  “I was a Hammer. My father was the whole damn thing.”

  “He’s dead. Now I’m the whole damn thing,” Jason snapped.

  “Let’s have a vote. I know you have your cronies, but some people remember what the club used to be, how great it was,” Hull said.

  “It’s still great,” Jason said. “Greater than ever.”

  “Then let’s take a vote, see how many people agree with you.”

  “We don’t vote; this isn’t seventh grade. You know how we do it here.”

  Rebecca put her hand on Jason’s chest and shoved him back. “Get out of her with that macho shit,” she said.

  “No one is talking to you, bitch,” Jason said. Hull was up in an instant, right in Jason’s face.

  “What did you say to her?”

  “You heard me. Don’t get your panties in a bunch. Let’s settle our shit first. Fight. Tomorrow at midnight, out at the old Harris plant.”

  “All right,” Hull said. “Winner gets the club?”

  “Scout’s honor,” Jason said with a grin, holding three fingers up.

  “You wouldn’t know honor if it fucked you in the ass,” Hull said. “But I know the others heard everything, so they’ll hold you to it. See you tomorrow night.”

  Rebecca wasn’t sure it was going to be that easy to get rid of Jason, but he just nodded and headed back to his table. It was true what Hull had said. While the two men had been talking, the whole bar had been deathly quiet. There wasn’t a Hammer in the place who hadn’t heard about the fight tomorrow, and the stakes.

  When they got back to Rebecca’s that night, she turned on the man who had so recently come back into her life. “Can you please grow up? A fight? Are you in sixth grade?”

  Hull laughed. “He started it.”

  “I can’t deal with you men,” Rebecca said. Hull stepped forward and took her hands. She tried to pull them away, but he didn’t let go. Instead, he pulled her closer.

  “Come to bed,” he said. “Please?”

  “I don’t want to. I’m not tired,” Rebecca snapped.

  “Good. Neither I am. I want to make love to you.”

  Rebecca shook her head, but she couldn’t hide the small smile that spread across her face.

  “I need to take a shower,” she said, and she turned and headed into her bathroom. She wasn’t sure if he was following her, but she still felt some annoyance from Hull’s pissing contest with Jason, so she swung the door shut behind her.

  Within minutes she was in the shower, standing under the hot water, steam rising off her body. She heard the bathroom door open as she was pulling a sudsy bath pouf across her breasts, and she couldn’t help but smirk. A moment later the shower curtain was pulled back and Hull was there, standing nude in her bathroom, his eyes on her soapy body.

  He was hard, his cock pulsing in the steamy air.

  “I’m pretty dirty too,” he said with a sly grin.

  “I think we’ll just get dirtier if you come in here,” the young woman said.

  “Let’s find out,” Hull said, and he stepped into the shower. He was behind her, and she went to turn around, but he stopped her. He pressed his body against hers from behind, his hard cock shoved against her ass cheeks. His arms went around her, one hand squeezing one of her breasts, the other taking her shower pouf from her and using it to wash her flat stomach.

  “Don’t get me clean before you make me dirty,” Rebecca said, and Hull laughed and dropped the pouf to the floor of the shower. The young woman ground her hips behind her, pressing against his throbbing cock. Then she turned around, keeping herself in his arms, and they kissed, the hot water flowing down their entwined bodies.

  They kissed until Hull couldn’t take it any longer. Then he turned her back around and guided her into a bent position. Rebecca used her hands to brace herself on the silver faucet on the shower wall, and Hull used two fingers to spread her pussy lips, wet from the shower and her own juices.

  He slid into her slowly, easily, his hands exploring her back and her ass as his hips went forward, his cock sliding farther into her. Rebecca gasped as he pushed in as deep as he could go. As he rocked back and forth, building to a quicker pace, the young biker chick used one hand to reach between her legs, her fingers taking turns rubbing her own clit and then reaching back farther and stroking Hull’s cock as he pulled out of her.

  He had said he wanted to make love to her earlier, but in the shower it was just fucking. The hot water was almost oppressive, hitting her lower back, running down her body, some of it heading toward her head, soaking her hair, running into her face.

  Hull fucked her hard, his fingers gripping painfully onto her hips. She continued rubbing herself, rocking back and forth with his thrusts, the rhythmic slapping of their wet skin against each other guiding how quickly she moved her own fingers.

  Soon Rebecca was coming, and her wet pussy was flooded, her juices running down her inner legs to mix with the water at her feet. She groaned and moaned as her pussy contracted around his cock, and he pulled a hand back and brought it down roughly on her ass, spanking her with a wet slap.

  She was feeling lightheaded bent down the way she was, so Rebecca was glad when Hull slid out of her and began to position her differently. She let the man guide her to how he wanted her, and she ended up kneeling in front of him, the hot water slapping against the back of her head as she parted her lips for his massive cock and took him into her mouth.

  She went to move her head forward, but he put his strong hands on either side of her head, holding her still. Instead, Hull moved his hips, the same way he had when he was fucking her pussy, only now he was fucking her mouth, roughly, without concern for her. Hull was using her, and Rebecca wanted him to. It was different than when Jason had used her for sex. There was something that had been missing then, a tone of desire. She knew Hull loved her, and even though the sex was rough, it made it better.

  Hull didn’t last long, fucking her hot, wet mouth. He pulled from between her lips suddenly, and without needing to be told, Rebecca reached up, wrapped her thin fingers around his massive member, and gave him a few pumps as he came, throwing hot sticky strands of cum across her face. One landed beside her nose, running into the corner of her eye; two more went directly across her lips.

  “At least it’ll be easy to clean up,” Hull cracked, and they laughed together under the hot water.

  5

  After the shower, they made love, slow and sensual and long into the night. The next
day they didn’t get out of bed until after noon, fucking one more time in the morning, leaving Rebecca’s pussy full of Hull’s hot spunk.

  As the day wore on, they got up and showered, separately this time so they could actually get clean. They ate and laughed and watched TV together. Night fell, and Rebecca turned to the man she had once loved, and now loved again.

  “Don’t go tonight. I can leave the club. We can forget about it.”

  “My father made that club what it is,” Hull said. “It’s my club.”

  “Jason is big…”

  “I’m big too. You don’t think I can take him?”

  “I know you can, but he’s an asshole. He doesn’t play fair.”

  “It’ll be fine,” Hull said. “I’ll go kick his ass, he’ll slink off to lick his wounds, and I’ll do what my father would have wanted me to do. You worry too much.”

  Rebecca sighed. “I worry for the both of us since you don’t worry at all.”

  Hull laughed and kissed her. “Some things never change,” he said. And then, right there on the couch, they made love again.

  The Harris plant was an old factory on the outskirts of Oklahoma City that had long been closed down. It was on a dusty and desolate road, and the cops never went out that way. It was the perfect place for a brawl.

  Hull and Rebecca both rode their bikes, side by side, down the empty highway. They pulled into the plant’s lot. Once it had been paved, but now it was broken and mostly gravel. The plant itself stood behind the lot, a giant long dead, the windows shattered and the gray paint peeling.

  Jason was there already, along with what looked like all of the Hammers. Hull parked and Rebecca parked next to him, both throwing the kickstands of their bikes down and climbing off them. Hull was wearing blue jeans and a black T-shirt, and Jason was decked out in full Hammer’s gear: chaps and a black leather vest with their sigil on the back.

  “Let’s just go,” Rebecca said, keeping her voice low. Hull shook his head, turned to her, and kissed her.

  “I love you,” he said.

  “I love you too,” she replied, and then he turned and made his way into the center of the circle that was forming. Jason stood in the center, the circle made up of the club. Rebecca made her way to the front and stood next to Gloria.