Charlee's Choices: DreamCatchers MC

by Liberty Parker

  “Don’t you ever talk to me that way again Charlee!” He’s used my name instead of Twerp, now I know for sure I’m on his shit list. “Control your woman Country, do something about her attitude or I will, and I vowed to never put my hands on her and I’d like to keep it that way,” he growls out. He grabs the slut and leaves the room, heading down the hallway and disappearing from sight.

  “You just had to go and run your mouth didn’t ya, Charlee girl?” Country sighs like he’s disappointed in me. To be honest, I’m a little upset with myself and the way I phrased my words out of anger.

  “I’m sorry Country, I really am, but I couldn’t help it, do you see the look on Cameron’s face?” He looks over at my friend and his face falls in hurt on her behalf.

  “I’m sorry she’s hurting Charlee girl, but you fucked up, time for your punishment.”

  “What? Where? Here! No way, no how! Not happening,” I state crossing my arms over my chest. If he thinks he’s spanking me in front of everyone he has another thing coming.

  “Yes, here and now, you showed your ass in front of them and disrespected a brother, yours as a matter of fact. I was told to discipline you, and I won’t have them thinking I can’t follow through with orders. I can’t take you to my room where no one can witness me doing as I was told. Now be a good girl and take it, you know you deserve it for your outburst.” Fuck!

  I am looking forward to getting my hands on Charlee’s ass again, call me all kinds of a bastard, but any excuse I have to put my hands on her makes me hard as fuck. I pull her over to the couch and lay her across my lap, she’s stiff as a board, and I know she’s embarrassed to be getting a spanking on her ass in front of all these people she’s grown up around. It can’t be helped however, she has a punishment due to her and this one requires an audience. I need to show my brothers that I can control my woman, and if not, I am willing to punish her for her actions. She not only makes me look bad as her man, but makes Gunner look even worse. He has a position of authority and can’t have that compromised in any way.

  This lifestyle is different than the ordinary, in our world respect and honor goes a long way, our woman shows her strength by standing beside her man and doesn’t show her ass. Those types of behaviors are for behind closed doors only, you don’t ever cross your man in front of his brothers. It makes us look weak, and that’s nothing anyone wants to be perceived as.

  You’re only as strong as your weakest link, and I won’t have my woman as mine. She needs to learn now before I make her officially my old lady. I lean down and whisper to her, “Next time you won’t be so blatantly rude to your brother in front of this club Charlee girl.” As I finish my sentence I land my first blow on her ass. She growls out at me in anger which causes the next swat to be even harder. “Never again Charlee girl.” I land the next three in quick succession, trying to get this over for her as quickly as I can. I am not comfortable disciplining her in front of everyone even though I highly doubt she believes that.

  “Don’t ever make me do that again,” I tell her.

  “Didn’t seem to bother you much Country.”

  “I don’t mind my hands on your ass when you deserve it, I don’t however enjoy doing that in front of others. Do not ever make me show this to them again. I mean it, mind your mouth from now on.” I push her up off my lap and head to my room I have here at the clubhouse. I need a minute to compose myself, as I walk into my room I adjust my rock-hard cock. No one’s ever gotten me as stiff as that girl does. I remember her moan and know I need to take care of this before I head back out and join everyone.

  I go into my bathroom and lock the door behind me, taking no chances of being caught acting like a pubescent teenager I unzip my pants and take my dick into my hand. I give it a few hard tugs and use my lubricant to make this easier on myself. I use my right hand and thrust my dick in and out of it, I take my left hand and roll my balls around, throwing my head back I use my imagination and picture Charlee down on her knees with her mouth wrapped tightly around me as I push my dick in and out of her mouth. She tightens her mouth around me and sucks me into the back of her throat. I tug harder and faster at these thoughts, I picture her using her tongue and running it up and down my shaft. My cum is leaking more and more with these thoughts. It doesn’t take long before I blow my load in the bathroom sink. I call out her name with the last squirt and try to calm myself down. If I come that quickly while using my imagination, I can’t wait to feel the real thing.

  I finally feel like I’m able to head out and join the rest of the party, as I walk into the main room I see Charlee sitting with Cameron, their heads are down and joined together. I can’t help what those two are up to, left to themselves for any amount of time anything is possible. I sit down next to my girl and grab her hand to hold it with mine. She doesn’t pull away so I’m taking this as a sign I’m not in as much trouble with her as I was anticipating. She does however give me a glare which I blatantly ignore. I’m not going to feed into her anger and fall for her bullshit, she got what she deserved and that is that as far as I’m concerned. It’s done and over with and it’s time to move on.

  Gunner walks into the room and I feel and see Cameron as they both stiffen up, fuck not this shit again. He ignores the girl he took into his room and walks over to where we are sitting.

  “Are we good now Twerp?” he asks her.

  “Yep.” One-word answers are never a good thing. Gunner ignores her and moves his conversation over to Cameron.

  “You enjoying yourself Cam?”

  “Sure,” she replies. I can see now how this is going to go, they’re both going to be short with him. I understand that Cam is hurt, but she and Gunner aren’t a thing and most likely never will be, it’s time she accepts that and moves on from him.

  I can tell Gunner is annoyed with them both. He turns to me and says, “Think it’s time to take the girls home, the party’s gonna be getting wilder here in a bit. You wanna stay? I can get one of the others to take them home, so you can have some time here with us.” Why, oh fuck, why did he have to say that? I know it’s to get to her, but he’s put me in an awkward situation here.

  “Nah man, it’s my girl’s birthday and I want to spend what’s left of it with her,” I tell him, and she squeezes my hand letting me know that was the right answer.

  Fucking Gunner! I know what he was doing, I’m not stupid. He’s trying to get to me by using Country. Thank goodness Country caught on to that and won’t let him get away with it.

  “Alright, talk to you later Twerp,” Gunner says as he gets up and heads to the bar for a beer. We get up and head home, I want out of here anyways, this night became a disaster quickly and I’m ready to put an end to it. Since we have Cameron with us we get the keys to the truck and leave his bike here.

  “You two want to grab a movie from Blockbuster before we head to the house?” Country asks us. We both agree and head to pick up some movies. We don’t take long picking out a couple and head to the house. The night flies by with laughter and this night is rectified for me all thanks to my man and his thoughtfulness. Cameron heads to bed before we do, and we have a make out session that curls my toes and has me begging for the next year to fly by.

  Thanksgiving comes and goes. We have a meal at the clubhouse with everyone else instead of it just being us at the house, I have a need to be surrounded by people. Gunner and I still are leery around each other, I haven’t forgiven him, and he hasn’t me either, it seems. Our conversations are short and to the point. Cameron has met another guy and they seem to have hit it off and it’s good to see her moving on. It’s good to see her happy though Gunner doesn’t seem to feel the same way. His name is Jameson, but we all call him Jamie for short, he’s become a fixture at our house and fits in well with Country and myself. We all double date several times a month, he’s nineteen and is currently attending a college here in our home town. He moved here to go to school and lives with his grandparents who are both lovely people.

  Chri
stmas holiday comes quickly, we’re out of school for the holiday and Cameron and I enjoy shopping for our guys. I’ve gotten Country some new riding gear—gloves, face guard for his helmet…the winter winds are brutal on one’s face, new leather jacket and new boots. His are old and in need of replacing, it’s a good thing I know what is needed because the salesman tried to sell me a bunch of bullshit he doesn’t need. Cameron gets Jamie a new outfit, some movies, a new bookbag for school, and a nice necklace with an eagle on it.

  Jamie is Native American, so he has a few tats, two of which are eagles, so we know he’ll like the necklace. He’s such a good guy. I’m so grateful for him and the way he treats my friend. He’s also very handsome, I’ve gotten a spanking a few times from Country for admiring his physique. I’m human, and I’d never go there so I don’t know what the big deal is? Cameron checks him out all the time and she doesn’t get in trouble for her efforts. The day we wrapped all the presents we made the guys leave us to our own devices. That’s the first time I noticed the black sedan parked across the street from our house. It seems to be wherever I am and it’s getting a little unnerving. Don’t forget I have a very active imagination, I just picture whoever is in the car is some kind of serial killer who’s waiting for the right moment to get me.

  I mean fuck, in the news lately they’ve been talking about the serial killers that have been found and they speak on their crimes. Last thing I want to be is one of the victims of such people like the Night Stalker aka Richard Ramirez. He killed fourteen people before he was ever captured, how do I know there’s not another crazy motherfucker on the loose and as far as I know that could be said person in the car that follows me? Nope not happening, I will get that fucker before he even has a chance to get his grimy paws on me or anyone else in the house. I just need to come up with a good plan of action.

  I walk into the clubhouse with the intentions of finding Gunner. I want to know what he’s found out about this blacked out car that sits in front of the house. I’ve seen it on several different occasions, I never mention anything about it not wanting to freak my Charlee girl out. I notice everyone is in the bar area, so I make my way over to Gunner. “Hey man, that car is still outside the house. Any news on who the fucker is?”

  “I’m waiting on word from my sources, but I have an idea it’s the feds. Their car is unmarked, but it all smells like the law to me.” Fuck, the last thing we all need is the law to be sniffing at our door.

  “You thinkin’ it has to do with Ma and Pops?” I ask him.

  “That’s what it’s lookin’ like, and I don’t like it. I don’t want anyone to get wind of Charlee not having a guardian in the house with her. They could use that information to their advantage if they think we know anything.”

  “Fuck, that’s not good.”

  “No shit Country, I have our lawyer working on getting me guardianship paperwork, so no one can take her away. I will not have my sister in the system, no matter what it takes.”

  “I agree with you Gunner, let’s just hope the papers go through before these fuckers make their play.” I won’t let anyone take Charlee from us, from me, won’t happen, even if I have to take her and run until she’s legal that’s what I’ll do.

  We spend a couple of hours catching up and playing the what will we do game when we get a call that the information we’ve been waiting on is ready. Gunner asks his mole in the police department to bring us the information he’s been able to get his hands on. I need some fresh air and plenty of room to pace while we wait, so I head out the doors and start doing just that. I can feel the gravel under my feet as I walk back and forth over it in the front of the clubhouse. Waiting is not my strong suit, especially when it pertains to my woman and something that may potentially put her life as she knows it at risk. I don’t want her to spend the next year on the run while we wait for her to become an age where the state won’t be interested in her any longer.

  Finally, I see a police cruiser pull into the lot and I go to the door, opening it up I call out for Gunner. He comes outside and walks over to the car and gets a packet from the officer. This must be his informant in the police department. I know we have a couple on our payroll, but being just a Probee I’m not in the know of who those individuals are. I see Gunner jerk his body back in surprise which puts me on alert until I notice nothing physically is happening to him. He seems to be getting some information which isn’t sitting well with him. This is going to be a clusterfuck of a situation, I can feel it deep down to my bones.

  “Chapel, now!” Gunner screams out as he leads me out of the parking lot and into the clubhouse. “Probee, you too,” he tells me as he turns around and looks at me. The look on his face has me on the cautious side of things, if I’m being called in this is bad, because only patched in members attend Chapel. Walking in behind everyone I’m at a loss of what to do with myself, I watch as everyone finds their seats and with not one left over for myself to sit down in, I lean against the wall, next to the door. Since I don’t have an assigned seat yet, I need to be at the entrance to protect my brothers to the best of my abilities.

  “I’ve asked our Probee Country to join us today, I know it’s not customary to have anyone outside of patched members to sit in for Chapel, but this affects him too,” Gunner starts the meeting off with, I’m so mesmerized by being in here that I almost miss what comes out of his mouth next. “I was informed a few minutes ago from my informant inside the police department that before 1960 my parents did not exist…there is no paper trail of them before they moved here and founded the club. There are no leads, they just didn’t exist one day and the next they did, I want to know what the fuck is going on and who my parents are? Something else that was brought up is the non-descript car you keep mentioning Country, they’re feds. They’re watching the house, and Charlee and me, my guess is they’re hoping we’ll lead them to my parents. Does anyone have a contact inside of the bureau that they can call and get some information for me?”

  “I do,” Buster our road captain speaks up, “I grew up with him, he’s good people, he’ll help us out if he can.”

  “Get a hold of him and let me know what he digs up. Country, I want your eyes on Twerp at all times, she isn’t to be alone for any period of time. Fair warning, she’s going to hate it but if she gives you too much grief you call me and I’ll talk to her. I want some feelers out there, whatever my parents were or are involved in I don’t want it to affect the club. Meeting adjourned, we have business to attend to, I want everyone in on this,” Gunner says as he bangs his gavel and releases Chapel.

  “Who’s on my sister now, Country?” he asks me before I have a chance to leave the room.

  “Curley is on her.” Curley is another Probee, but he’s military trained and doesn’t miss a thing. “She doesn’t know she’s being watched right now, but I couldn’t in good conscience leave her alone with that car outside.”

  “Good deal, get home though, I don’t trust these mofo’s.”

  “You got it,” I say and head to my bike and head home.

  Once I pull into the driveway I ignore the car that is still sitting across the road from the house. I want to go make the motherfuckers leave, but I know I have no grounds to do so. I look up as I swing my legs off my bike and notice Charlee girl in the window, I know that the car has been causing her some restless nights. Hopefully I can make her forget all about them and make tonight enjoyable for her. We’re exchanging gifts with Jamie tonight before he heads back home to visit his folks at the reservation, he tried to get Cam to go with him, but she isn’t ready to go meet the parents by herself yet. When she asked Charlee to go with them, I put my foot down, I will not spend my first Christmas with Charlee, as a couple on my own, besides we have plans this year at the club with her brother, Cam can either pull her big girl panties up and go on her own, or stay home with us.

  I’m not trying to be a dick, but I want to cuddle next to my girl on Christmas Eve next to the fire, wrapped up in a blanket and watching
holiday movies with her. Having the Mom that I did, there wasn’t much celebrating and this year I’m actually looking forward to the day. I won’t have that ruined with only talking with her on the phone, Charlee wasn’t upset with me saying no, I think she’s excited about spending time with me, as a couple.

  I wink at Charlee as I make my way to the front door, I notice Curley step from the side of the house, I give him a nod letting him know he can take his leave, I have everything covered here for the night. I don’t go over and speak with him, because my girl isn’t supposed to know he’s around, she gets paranoid when she thinks something’s up and she needs protecting. As soon as I make it through the door I’m bombarded with a question I never anticipated receiving.

  “Do you think they’re serial killers, Country?”

  “The fuck? Who are you talking about, Charlee girl?”

  “The person or persons sitting in the car across the street, their windows are so dark I can’t tell how many of them are in the vehicle.”