by Brook Wilder
“Now. Move that pretty little ass of yours.”
As she slowly moved up and down enjoying the control of fucking him at her leisure, his hand wandered over her body. He gently squeezed her breasts, pinched and rolled her nipples, and finally fingered her as she moved gracefully over him. He had a really nice touch. Not so hard it was painful or so soft it was tentative.
“Don’t tease me. Give it to me hard and fast. You act like you never rode a cock before.”
Biting her bottom lip, she resisted the urge to tell him she’d never really been top before. The smirk that spread across his face told her, she didn’t have to. She tried to move faster, moaning her pleasure. Nothing had ever felt this good before.
“Fucking ride that cock, baby. Just like that.” Watching his eyes glaze over with lust and his rough sexy voice urging her on, made her that much wetter for him. His voice was husky and filled with passion. His half shuttered eyes never left hers as his breathing increased.
“You’re so tight and wet. Feels fucking amazing. I could fuck you all day long.”
She could feel the heat building again in her body and knew when she came this time, she’d be at risk for passing out. He sensed her quickly approaching orgasm. Fisting her hair, he drug her down on top of him, pinning her motionless as he powered up into her. Something about the way he took control and totally dominated her smaller body, roughly taking his pleasure with her, totally flipped her switches again.
The next thing she knew, she was screaming his name as white hot pleasure tore through her body. Then his hands moved to her shoulders and he began power thrusting up and into her. She could tell by the way his top lip curled back from his teeth in a primitive display of aggression he was on the verge of shooting his load. For one brief moment, she wished he wasn’t wearing a condom. She wondered what if would feel like to have him spilling his essence deep inside her.
As they caught their breath, he kept her close. She liked that he never pulled out right away. It made her fell cherished and desired. For reason, she needed that, particularly with him.
“Love the way you scream my name when you come.”
She smiled against his chest. “You fuck like a demon.”
“Well, you bring out the beast in me. I haven’t felt this way since high school.”
She jerked slightly in his arms.
“I meant I haven’t fucked anyone so sweet and innocent and…well tight, since I was young.”
“Thanks for clarifying. I love the way you handle me.”
“In bed or out?”
“In mostly. You can be a bit of a prick outside the bedroom.”
“That’s what happens to people when they’re used to getting fucked over and feel like they always have to keep their guard up.”
“You have to know by now that I’d never hurt you.”
“Not intentionally. You’d just have expectations of a man that he could never fill.”
“You must have me confused with someone else.”
“You always dreamed of growing up to marry an outlaw, did you?”
“Well, of course not.”
“Enough said.”
“I never dreamed of becoming a teacher either, but that doesn’t mean I don’t love it with my whole heart.”
Without looking at her he spoke. His voice was dull and flat. “Remember the two gang members I told you about who were trying to grab Jaden from school?”
“That’s what started this whole mess, right?”
“Yep. Got them both tied up in the basement of this building right now. Been keeping them fed and even got them some medical attention. Not because I care about the men sent to kill my kid, but because I haven’t decided how I want to kill them just yet.”
Alina was quiet for a long time. “You shouldn’t kill them.”
“That’s exactly why you and I would never work. We come from different worlds.”
“I don’t mean they don’t deserve to die. They probably do, especially if they were really going to harm a child. What I meant to say is that you should take them to the meeting. Use them as bargaining chips. If there is even a small chance it will help get Jaden back, you’ve got to take it.”
“That thought had occurred to me.”
“We’re not so different, you and I, Hammer.”
“We’ll see.”
Chapter 15
The Young Ones
Marlow sat beside Non, trying to figure out what was going on with the young man. The teen was skinny with long smooth black hair that hung down to his collar. He had earrings running up one ear and a shiny stainless steel nose ring. His clothing was black and he’d painted his nails black as well. Marlow wasn’t sure what to make of him.
“So, what made you boys think of starting you own club?”
Without looking up from his computer, he mumbled. “Wasn’t there in the beginning. Don’t know.”
“What exactly do you do?”
“Find things. Organize stuff. I do what I’m told.”
“Aren’t you a wealth of information?”
“Like to be left alone.”
“Well, I got questions…”
“I’ll answer them. Leave Non alone. He’s not doing well right now.”
Marlow jerked his chin towards the door and Bull Dog followed him out. The boy’s slight form, though smaller in stature, seemed more resilient and robust than Non’s who was several years older.
Marlow followed the youngster out to the garage. Bull Dog leaned against a wall, looking over the motorcycles. “You keep pushing him and he’ll pop. Usually takes three of us to hold him down when that happens.”
“They make medications for those kinds of problems.”
“Why should he take meds just so people can fuck with him?”
“You got a foul mouth for a little kid.”
“It’s easier to just ease up on him and give him time. For some reason he doesn’t just go from one activity to anther like the rest of us. I don’t know to explain it but he has to have in between time. Jaden did a big bunch of research and told us all to stop expecting him to run on our schedule. We’re supposed to warn him two or three times before we do something new. Don’t know how or why but it works like a charm.”
“Except when a bunch of bikers come to his clubhouse and snatch him up?”
“Hammer, freaked him out. I think he was too afraid to say no.”
“Has he ever hurt anyone?”
“No. Sometimes we call his brother if things get bad.”
“He a freak too?”
“Yep. We don’t use the word freak. Some people call them goths. We don’t call them anything but their name. They seem to like that better.”
“You boys got yourself into some real shit.”
“Yea, well when we first started talking about having our own club it was just for funsies. We were like eight or something. After talking about it for a couple of years and fantasizing about how it would be, we realized it was practically done.”
“So what? Last year you two just wrote it all up?”
“Me, Hawk and Copperhead. He wanted a family and we gave him one.”
“Where’d he come from?”
“Right down the street. His father died in Afghanistan. His mom took some pills few months later. He’s been living under a bridge. Life’s been hard on him. People have done things to him. Things he doesn’t like to talk about, so don’t make him talk about that stuff. It makes him real sad.”
“Cuts on himself when he’s sad, does he.”
“Twinkie made him promise he won’t anymore. Now he just picks at scabs and cleans his nails.”
“Jesus, this chick has the whole lot of you whipped.”
“Hawk says we’re liked the lost boys. None of us have any mothers, except me and she works every single day of the week to keep things going since dad passed. Twinkie’s our Wendy.”
“Shit, that’s kind of cute.”
“Whatever. We done here?”
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“Ya, for now. Why don’t you call Non’s brother and see if he wants to crash here for a few weeks. It’s better than the shelter and I’ll clear them out a room.”
“He’d probably like that. Sometimes the other people at the shelter cause trouble and steal their stuff. You makin’ room for Copperhead?”
“Yep. I moved a couple of whores out to give them each their own room. Trust me, it ain’t no hardship. Those women like to hang out together anyway.”
The boy stared at him. “You mean rooms with doors that lock and real beds.”
Marlow nodded.
“Good, cause they ain’t had that in a nice long while.”
“Don’t worry, Dog. We take care of our own around here.”
Chapter 16
A Word Of Warning
Alina sat the bar sipping a club soda. A quick shower and change of clothes was all it took to get Hammer back up and moving. She marveled at his stamina. His uncanny ability to remain alert and functional after pounding her into submission several times was impressive. The man was a machine.
He left her in the bar and she watched him stroll away. His shaggy brown hair looked darker because it was still wet. His jeans hung low off his waist and his black leather cut was a sharp contrast to the white t-shirt he wore underneath. Alina admired his muscular physique and the way his muscles bunched when he reached for the handle to his office.
Good sex did wonders to relieve the simmering low grade anger that always seemed to be lurking just beneath the surface for Hammer. Of course he had more to be angry about right now than on all the previous occasions she had glimpsed him picking up and dropping Jaden off at school.
Funny how before getting to know him, he’d been the textbook super sexy bad boy with a quick temper and a bad attitude. Now, he was so much more. Being a bad ass might be a critical part of his personality but it certainly wasn’t his most defining characteristic by any stretch of the imagination. To her mind he was sexy, determined, smart and far too perceptive for her own good. His poorly developed ability to trust was counterbalanced by a virtually limitless capacity to truly love. She knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that he loved his son and every single one of his brothers. Unless she missed her guess, he’d lay down his life for any one of them, including the female groupies that congregated at their clubhouse. Jayden was growing up to be just like him and Alina was growing to believe he was lucky in a lot of ways to have Hammer for a father.
Her mind drifted to the young boy. Her gut clinched into a worried knot. Where was he? Was he hurt, hungry, scared, or just angry like his father? She said a little prayer that wherever he was, he was safe and had not lost hope of being rescued.
Her mind couldn’t help but to remember all the crime shows she seen. They’d made it loud and clear that there was an inverse relationship between how long a people had been missing and how likely they were to be found alive. She closed her eyes, refusing to believe that Jaden was anything but healthy.
Her internal musing were interrupted by Shelby slipped onto the stool beside her. “How you doing, teacher?”
Alina smiled at the other woman. “Long time, no see. What you been up to?”
“Just got back from shopping for the boys bedrooms. Both rooms had furniture but we had to shop for bed and bath linen, rugs, lamps…that kind of thing. Hammer and Marlow wanted them each to have a cell phone and a tablet so they can keep up with their school work. I got everything on Marlow’s list for them, right down to shower gel and toothpaste. Took three of us the better part of two hours. My dogs are killing me.” The woman slipped her feet out of her pretty dress shoes and stretched her toes.
“Not the best shoes for shopping.”
Alina’s observation seemed lost on the woman, who quickly quipped. “Well, Mal took us. I had to look pretty for him.”
“You sweet on that prospect?”
Shelby shrugged. “Getting sweeter every day.”
Mal walked in with an older teen with long black hair and large frightened eyes. He looked somewhere between eighteen and twenty. Shelby grabbed Alina by the arm and murmured. “Let’s welcome the newbie.”
Mal gestured to a bar stool and the man sat. “What’ll you have, buddy?”
“Nothing, thank you. May I see my brother now?”
“He’s busy. Doing computer shit for the club.”
“If he’s safe, I’ll wait.” The man’s stiff formality barely covered his anxiety about being in the clubhouse.
Mal growled. “Shelby, can you talk to him. I can’t do this right now.”
Rubbing his back she purred. “I got this baby. Go take a load off. I’ll be around to relieve your stress in a bit.” Turning to the newbie, she smiled brightly. “My name’s Shelby and this is Alina. You must be Non’s brother. He’s a sweet kid.”
The man’s eyes dropped for a brief second. “I’m Duncan. My brother really is a nice person. Do you know why we’re here?”
“You are a guest of the club. We have a room ready for you and your brother. Hope you don’t mind sharing.”
A dramatic sigh was followed by a quiet question. “What do they expect in the form of payment?”
“What do you mean?”
“We’ve never been given anything for free. What does the club want me to do in order for us to live here? Everyone does something right? Even you?”
“Well I whore and Alina our president’s old lady…”
“I am not taking off my clothes for any bikers.”
Shelby laughed out loud. “I was just teasing. Around here, you are the biker. Your brother belongs to Jaden…I mean Hawks’ club, right?”
A soft smile curved up the man’s lips. You mean that super serious kid who wears the leather vest? He’s cute as hell. Thinks he’s a biker or some such shit.”
“He’s our club president’s son. Apparently, he had his own club. He modeled it after this one. He went missing last night. His dad patched over the kid’s club to get information on his son. That means your little brother is an official Dirty Kingsmen, at least temporarily. He’s entitled to a room and a stipend, just like the other patched members. As his only living relative, you are as welcome as any other family member.”
“Look, I don’t know what kind of game you folks are playing here, but I’m willing to carry our weight. Tell them if they need me to do anything, I’m game. Just leave my little brother alone.”
Shelby leaned over. “You know they do some shady shit here don’t you.”
“Well, gee we’ve been living on the streets for coming up on five years now. I’ve never done anything shady before.”
“Fair enough, don’t get snarky. I’ll let them know. Want to see your room?”
“Is all this for real?”
“Sure is. Come on. I picked out your room decor myself. Hope you like it. Marlow will be along in a bit to explain the house rules to you. They don’t allow any drug use except marijuana and alcohol and only after hours. If you want sexed, the universal symbol for that is to walk around with your pants unbuttoned and the zipper half down. If the girl’s see that, they will usually approach you. They won’t do your brother cause he’s under age.”
The man stopped in his tracks, gaping at her with his mouth hanging open.
Alina clarified. “What she means is that the men here are serious workaholics during the day. After about eight pm, the kids go to their rooms and they don’t come back out again until the morning. The men hang out in the huge bar area drinking and playing games. The girls show up, the clothes come flying off and then anything goes. If you say you’re interested in intimacy, then do what she said with your pants. Just be prepared cause, they’ll do you out in the open in front of everyone. Guys around here don’t care who sees their ass or other miscellaneous body parts. I’m still getting used to the idea myself.”
“You two are serious?”
Shelby laughed. “As a heart attack. Here’s your door. It’s the second one from the end. Non’s friend, Cop
perhead, is in the last room.” Opening the door revealed a room outfitted entirely in black, from bedding to curtains, to rugs to shower curtain. There was a huge stylized skull painting on the wall. “In case you don’t recognize it. That’s the Dirty Kingsmen’s emblem. It’s front and center on all their patches. The kitchen is stocked with food and drink. If you need anything just let whoever is behind the bar know and they’ll prepare whatever you want.”
