His face is a mask of rage as it registers what I just did to him. It’s not the kick in the balls either, it’s the nail marks down his face; that’s what pisses him off. I can’t imagine how a man already that ugly could be concerned with how his face looks.
“You fucking whore!” He rages.
I take another step backwards and he follows. Behind him Adam is finding his strength and slips off the table. I’m not sure he’s going to fare any better than me in his current blood drained state. I can see him scanning the room with his eyes looking for anything that can be used as a weapon; he settles on the instrument tray alongside the table he was just lying on. He grabs it, spilling a dozen shiny metal implements onto the floor. Ripper turns around brandishing his knife against the new ‘threat’.
It’s enough of an opening for me. I stomp down on the back of his knee driving it down onto the tile floor with an audible smack. Almost immediately following, Adam smashes the tray on top of Ripper’s head. The combination of me destroying his knee and his braining from Adam would have put anyone down; but not Ripper apparently. The man is an animal. He staggers to his feet, sidesteps Adam and charges for the door. About the same time he reaches the door a lone security guard appears; just in time to be bowled over as Ripper lowers his head striking the other man in the stomach. As the guard falls Ripper leaps over the man’s outstretched arms and sprints down the hall towards the ER entrance. He is gone into the early morning darkness before anyone can catch up to him. I hear the distant rumble of his Harley as he speeds away to safety. There’s one biker I may end up getting to know real well before this is all figured out.
CHAPTER SIX
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Adam agrees to stay put in the ER until he has rested some and then promises to tell me what is going on and why the President of his MC is out for blood; his blood. I always thought motorcycle clubs were supposed to be this big happy family but it seems they are more like one big not so happy dysfunctional family. I can’t wait to see what kind of spin he’s going to put on what just happened.
He actually dozes off and it’s nearly eight-thirty before I finally get to call it a night. We decide to retire to my place to play catch-up. No way am I going to go to his place with all the biker civil war and all going on. Not that I’m all that keen on having him in my house either but given his current physical state I’m pretty sure I can kick his ass if he gets out of line. But to be sure I let him know what’ll happen if he pisses me off.
“I get it, I get it, he complains as he sits on one end of my couch. “One wrong move and you Kung Fu my ass.”
“Good, I just don’t want a bunch of whining about why when I’m kicking your ass. You piss me off and you pay the consequences.”
“If I wasn’t on death’s door,” he begins. “I could-”
“Wow, this is going to be a really short talk,” I reply interrupting him.
“Sorry…listening now.”
“Good. Now why is your president after you and why has my ER suddenly become your club’s home away from home?”
Adam takes a deep breath, then begins speaking.
“First of all Kari,” I am very sorry you have gotten mixed up in this. I didn-”
“You’re such a liar,” I proclaim, interrupting him. “If I wasn’t mixed up in this we’d have never gotten to know each other and you don’t want that. So, let’s try again, but with a little honesty thrown into the mix okay?”
“Yeah, sorry about that. I have grown up in and around the club. I was pretty much a member by default long before I was jumped in when I was seventeen years old. Since then I have worked my way up through club hierarchy to my current position as VP; a title I have held for two years now. Last year the Latin MS 13 from El Salvador begin moving in on our territory but we didn’t protest as they’re not a motorcycle club and their interests have never collided with ours. I didn’t know it then, but their whole plan was to use a local club to spread their drug trade by co-opting our guys to be used to sell their drugs and Ripper was all too happy to provide the gang with its much needed foot soldiers. It’s insulting really. Half those MS 13 guys are still in their teens.”
When we first sat down to talk he was perched on the end of my couch and I took a chair keeping the coffee table between us. Ten minutes later and I’m on the couch leaning towards him as is speaking. I just can’t help it. He’s got this way about him. Every time I get even the smallest whiff of him and my body just responds. I feel like a cat when she would go into heat before I had her fixed. I’m starting to think I need to be fixed! The second a male cat gets in the same room as my Chrissy and she literally rolls over and spreads her feline legs. I look away from Adam’s handsome face and squeeze my knees together. I will not behave like my cat!
Adam is still going on, oblivious to the effect he’s having on me. “I have seen what drugs can do to a community,” he is saying. “I have also seen what it does to families and I want no part of it. I will not be responsible for destroying Cave Junction. Some of my brothers are with me but too many have been swayed by wads of cash the Latin gang keeps flashing around. It makes perfect sense really. This community is struggling. Most people are barely surviving, living hand to mouth and most of my brothers are not well educated and barely have the means to support themselves and their own families. When someone swoops in offering them more money a month than they can make in years of legitimate work they are all too happy to make a grab for the easy money.”
Without realizing it I have scooted myself half way across my couch and am about two feet from our knees knocking together. With each breath I take I feel like I am inhaling a little bit of him and with each sweet breath I find my resolve weakening. I’m finding it harder and harder to lump Adam in with my ex and every other biker I have known over the years. That little voice deep down inside of me that used to whisper that Adam is different has gone from a barely audible sound to a roar that at times drowns out everything else. I can resist a whisper; but a roar?
“I want our club to go legit!” Adam proclaims.
“What? A-aren’t y-you guys supposed to b-be an outlaw club?” I stammer, trying to wrap my mind around what he is telling me. “I mean, you have the diamond patch (The Diamond 1%’er patch signifies that the wearer is a part of the 1% of outlaw clubs rather than the 99% law abiding clubs). You carry a knife and I’m pretty sure I’ve seen you with a gun too. You can’t just go against who you are.”
“Wow,” he begins. “You’re starting to sound a lot like Ripper. Well, Ripper minus the four letter words Ripper. Yeah we’d be the only MC in history to go from a criminal enterprise to a legit one, I get it. I also understand that every club that has tried has eventually collapsed; imploded is more like it. But I’m college educated. I know a lot more than just how to fix and build bikes. I know how to run a business and I intend to do just that. I just have to survive the initial knee-jerk reaction by my club.”
I don’t know what to think. Adam is breaking the mold when it comes to outlaw bikers and I like it. I was finding him hard enough to resist when I thought he was just the biker version of that scallywag pirate Jack Sparrow in those pirate movies. I remember in that first Pirates of the Caribbean movie when I thought Jack was this handsome, but flawed pirate before he got in the moonlight and suddenly his true self is exposed as an undead skeleton pirate. Adam is in the process of doing just the opposite in my mind. It’s like I’ve been watching his handsome skeleton that has suddenly come into the light and he’s actually a normal even better looking man. How am I supposed to resist now?
Adam’s knee rubbing up against mine sends sweet sparks of pleasure up my leg and right into my, no admittance to pirate/bikers, private area. I squeeze my legs even tighter together, prompting Adam to ask;
“Are you okay? You seem awfully tightly wound this morning.”
His voice is beginning to melt me. I try to focus on something bad. There has to be something about him that disgusts me. If I can just c
oncentrate on that I’ll be fine.
He touches my knee with his finger tips and it sends goose bumps up and down my spine. How can a man like him provoke such a carnal response in my body? All at once his words are tuned out and I find myself wondering what it would feel like if those fingers of his kept moving up my leg to my panties and beyond. I take a deep breath and my knees begin to separate; just a teensy little bit. Adam must sense my barriers are coming down because he is pressing his luck. He stops talking. He has altogether ceased trying to convince me of his impending sainthood and now just wants to get into my panties; and I think I want him there as well.
“Kari…if you don-”
“Shut-”
“Want-”
“Up. Just shut up.”
“I just want to make sure you want this,” Adam continues.
“Well I’m not going to if you keep on your babbling, now am I? You’ve done your politically correct making sure you’re not forcing yourself on me and that I really am consenting to this unholy union so just zip it because your window of opportunity is rapidly closing.”
The way his mouth opens and closes with a loud snap of his teeth is comical, but my laugh catches in my throat as his hand slips beneath my short skirt and begins to work its way to the edge of my panties. His other hand touches my cheek, caresses my face and makes me yearn for him like I have never wanted to be touched before. His fingers leave pleasant buzzing trails wherever he makes contact. It’s like my skin has been this dead, dry hide and his touch is waking me up for the first time and it’s delicious.
But he’s taking too much time!
I can’t stand it any longer. I grab the hand on my face and relocate it to a much more desirable piece of real estate; my boob. All at once everything changes. It’s like he was this dragster on a track just waiting for that red light to go green, and when it did he blasts off in a heady explosion of lust. His hands are everywhere at once and it feels like there are more than one of him on the couch with me. My whole body is alive with sensation and Adam is touching me in all the right places at the right time; like he’s known me for years or something. There’s none of the awkward touch and go exploring that usually makes up a couple’s first lovemaking session. That can be nice, that first exploration and all, but sometimes you just need to be fucked hard and put away wet!
We get naked in record time! My panties fly into the ceiling fan then get launched to who knows where and I belatedly wonder at the wisdom of giving my best friend the key to my apartment. Somewhere in the back of my mind I have this feeling that this is the weekend that she stays with me while her place gets bug-bombed.
Yup, that explains the presence of the third person in the room. I look over Adams shoulder and there’s my younger sister Anna standing there with her hand over her eyes. While she is faithfully demonstrating her resolve not to look, her fingers part just enough so I can see a sparklingly bright green eye peeking back at me.
“Stop!” I shout at my intrusive younger sister.
“Right now? You have got to be kidding me!” Adam replies, freezing mid-thrust.
“Not you.” I reply.
“Not me? Who…you?” He asks, thoroughly confused.
“Not me, her.” I reply, pointing over his shoulder to Anna who is still peeking.
Adam twists around and looks back over his shoulder. “That’s not your sister watching us is it?” He asks.
“Would it make any difference?”
“It’d be hotter…”
“What?” I holler as I slap him on his delectable ass.
“Kidding…I was totally kidding. But who is that anyway?” He asks as he fishes around for something to cover himself with. He settles on a pillow.
I look at Anna who is finally looking away. “You think we could have some privacy?” I ask.
She huffs. “Do you not see me looking in the other direction?”
“Yeah, we’re going to need a little more than that. Why don’t you make some coffee or something and I’ll join you in the kitchen in a minute?”
“Boring…”
“Anna!”
“Fine, I’m going I’m going.” She replies, peeking again.
Suddenly I hear another voice. “Ms. Hoffman…are you home?” I recognize that voice. It’s the newspaper delivery boy.
I raise myself up enough to peer over the back of my couch and standing in the open doorway is ten year old Glenn from down the street and he has no doubt come to collect this month’s dues.
I focus my evil eye on my former sister. “Oh come on, I know you weren’t born in a barn. Is it too much to ask to close the front door behind you?”
“Now that would have been rude with him standing here and all.” Anna replies.
“So you chose traumatizing instead of rudeness for his lesson of the day?”
“And how was I supposed to know you’d be on the couch making babies on the morning I’m coming over?”
“You got married?” Asks Glenn from my still open door.
“You don’t have to be married to make babies.” Anna explains.
“So they’re just practicing then?” He asks.
“The door!” I shout. “Could someone please shut my front door?”
“Always with the door,” Anna says. “Come on in Glenn so I can shut her precious door.”
“With him on the other side Anna!” I shout.
“Sorry honey, guess you’ll have to collect tomorrow.” Anna finally says the first sensible thing she’s said since she came in.
“Have fun with your practice!” Glenn yells as the door shuts him out.
“Kari-” Anna begins.
“Kitchen now!” I shout at her. Then I turn to Adam as he scrambles to put on his clothes. He hands me my panties and blouse. “We need to talk,” I begin, but later.”
“Got it,” he says as he passes me my bra. “Nice to meet your sister though.”
I give him a dark look. “Don’t even start.”
He holds his hands in front of himself in a defensive gesture. “Not even thinking anything.” He says as he opens the front door to leave. With him gone I can focus on my little sister’s visit.
“Thought you were done with biker types,” my sister says as I enter the kitchen.
“He’s not a…a biker type.”
“What? He sure looked like it. So now you’re dating wanna be bikers? Pathetic much?”
“He’s not a biker type because he’s an actual biker. He’s the VP for Sons of Ash.”
“Moving up in the world,” She replies. “What happened to your precious Shadow?”
“He became one. Has it really been that long since we talked?”
When Shadow and I got serious about each other I pretty much alienated my family; well the ones who were still talking to me at least. I love my little sis but we just do not see eye to eye on anything. She’s younger than me, shallow and sarcastic and a little hard to swallow.
“So what’s this new biker guy like?” Anna asks.
I quell my first instinct which is to just shut her up and tune her out. “He’s different…he’s not the usual biker type. He’s educated, intelligent, and he has plans for the future. He’s going places…”
At least I think he is if he can survive the civil war that’s brewing in his club.
“Ran into Jenny the other day.” Anna begins. “What’d you do to her anyway? She’s practically turned your name into a four letter word.”
“My name is a four letter word Anna.”
“You know what I mean!”
“Yeah…I guess I do. We just got into a misunderstanding. She’ll come back. We’ve been best friends since before kindergarten. Nothing comes between us for very long.”
“Don’t you mean no one comes between you for very long?”
“How long did you two talk?” I ask, getting a little ticked off.
“Not long at all but she still managed to tell how you stole her boyfriend right out from under her.”
“Maybe you should have talked to my boyfriend then ‘cause that’s not how it went down at all.” I reply. Time to steer the conversation to neutral ground. “So what’s up with you these days?” I ask her.
We kill most of the afternoon catching up and by the time dinner rolls around I discover I actually missed my kid sister; more than I ever thought I would. But when Adam shows up to take me for a ride on his bike I am more than ready to get out of the house. Anna is a talker and it can be pretty tiresome just keeping up with her. While I’m not too keen on riding with Adam I can’t think of a better reason to bail on my sister at dinner time.
“You can have anything in the fridge,” I call back over my shoulder as I shut the door. I don’t hear her response but I’m sure she heard me.
“So what’s the occasion?” I ask as I get up on Adam’s bike.
“Does there need to be one?” He asks.
“For you…it helps.”
“After the bit with your sister this morning I kinda figured you needed a break. She is a talker.”
“And you had to wait this long before coming to my rescue? Some white knight you are…” I look pointedly at my watch for emphasis.
“Sorry, had club business to attend to, then there is that little pesky thing called work that some people have to do.”
“Alright, shut it. Are we going to ride or not?”
For an answer he just shoves his helmet on his head and twists the throttle. It’s almost enough to make my teeth rattle as I shove my own helmet down over my ears. This is going to do wonders for my hairdo.
I have no idea where we’re going and I really don’t care. It is fun to be on the back of a motorcycle again; it’s been a long time. A little while back I even considered getting a small motorcycle of my own. I even had one picked out. I decided I would go the next morning and get it but that night we had a victim of a horrific accident brought into the ER and he was severely mangled. He lost control of his bike and hit the back of a parked car doing fifty. He flew forty feet before landing in the roadway where his legs were run over by car that was unable to avoid him. We worked on him for close to an hour before the doctor called it. That cured me real fast of my desire to get a bike of my own. I knew if I had my own I’d be too tempted to ride it all the time and it would just be a matter of time before I had my own accident. It’s been over six months since that little ER incident and this is the first time I have been on a bike.
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