Two Of A Kind: Snakes Henchmen MC

by Grayson, Alivia

  “Yes.” Of course, I have, but he’s not to know that.

  “Good, then you know to hold tightly.” Trace starts the engine, the rumble causing waves to shoot through my pussy. God, I need to be fucked! “Oh, and Fallon? I never crash.”

  He revs the engine, I grab him tightly around the waist, and he pulls off into the night, taking me God only knows where, and I’m not sure I haven’t completely lost my mind. I don’t even know this man!

  Let go for one night, Fal. Let go, be free. There’s a lot of shit to face tomorrow, but for tonight, be free.

  * * *

  Trace rides us to this quiet spot in the woods on the outskirts of town. Seems a little odd to me that he’d ride his motorcycle in the woods in the middle of the night. Maybe I should be scared in case he’s all set to rape and murder me, then bury me in the woods where a dog walker will one day find my rotting body. However, I’m not. I don’t get that feeling from this man.

  A man like Brick? Yes. I used to get that feeling from him a lot. However, Trace doesn’t seem like he’d hurt me like that.

  I know that’s weird when this man could be – no doubt is – a murderer, a violent thug, and here I am sitting with him on the embankment next to the lake at the edge of the woods, in the moonlight, which is so bright thanks to its reflection on the water.

  I didn’t even know this place existed. It’s beautiful in the moonlight. It reminds me of myself. All alone in the middle of thousands of trees, always blowing in the breeze. The odd leaf falling and touching the water once in a while. However, it never stays long enough to form a bond with anyone or anything. The only constant is the bolder rock in the middle of the lake. However, even that can be ripped out by a crane any moment, but above all else, the lake has no one and nothing to rely on but itself — a lot like me.

  I have people all around me, though none ever get too close. Some stay for a moment or two, but then they’re gone. No one ever stays for long — not my mother, father, not even my big brother. To be alone in the world with no one to care what happens to you is harder than I would like to admit.

  It would be easy for me to say that I love living alone. I have no one to answer to for anything. I can do what I want when I want. But then I see others with their huge families, mother’s, father’s, brother’s, sister’s, aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents, friend’s, and I wonder why I wasn’t blessed with that.

  My only friend – because I don’t let anyone close enough to be my friend – is Ginger Ross. A girl I made friends with at the trailer park when I first got there, the only friend Scott was okay with me having.

  I say she’s my friend, but we haven’t had much of a friendship since Scott was taken from me. Ginger was in love with my brother, but he never looked twice at her. Not in that way, at least. She’s my age, so in Scott’s mind, Ginger was too young, more like a sister. She thought that if she worked hard at school, got a little older, she could come back and he’d fall in love with her. Who knows, maybe that might have happened. We’ll never know now.

  Ginger won a scholarship to Tennessee Tech a couple of years ago, or, at least, that’s what she told everyone. She was heartbroken over Scott and just wanted out. The truth of it all was that her rich sugar-daddy paid for her tuition.

  We fought about it. I wanted to know where she’d met this man, and why she was sleeping with him. How could she latch on to a man three times her age and let him pay for the things she’d sworn she’d worked for? I didn’t want to think about all Ginger had done for him to pay for her education.

  Ginger was so angry that she threw Scott in my face and that it was my fault; he ended up how he is now. It hurt me so badly because she was right; it was all my fault. Nothing I ever do in this life now will change that fact.

  Ginger left for school, and I didn’t hear from her for a full year. That’s when she began writing to me, wanting to reconnect because she missed me. I would be a liar if I said I hadn’t missed Ginger also. We text now and again, but that’s about as far as it goes. I’m not sure what I’d say to her if we actually spoke. I still feel like somewhere inside of Ginger there’s hate for me that hasn’t gone away. She still blames me for what happened to Scott. I don’t blame her, but I don’t want to hear it in her voice should we speak. I hate myself enough, and that’s why I keep people at arm’s length, why I sent the only other blood relation I have away. If they don’t get close, they can’t hurt me.

  The only thing I need in this life now is Scott’s dog, Duke. A dog can’t have a conversation. A dog can’t tell you how much you’ve hurt it by taking it’s master away. Even though I see hurt in that dog’s eyes every time, he looks out the window, looking for Scott, still to this day.

  “You seem, miles away.”

  “Huh?” I turn to look at the man beside me. He’s watching me, scanning me. I smile slightly because his eyes captivate me. I’ve never seen such pretty hazel-gray eyes before. “Sorry. I was just thinking.”

  “About?”

  “Life and how short it really is.”

  “Weird thing to be thinking right now.”

  “Yeah, well,” I turn my gaze back to the lake and the reflection of the moon shining on it. “I thought you of all people, and the way you live your life would’ve understood.” I wrap my arms around my knees as I bring them against my chest.

  “I do understand. Believe me. That’s why I cherish my family, both MC and blood. I cherish every day I’m still here to love them.”

  “Some of us don’t have that luxury,” I tell him quietly. I close my eyes for a second and breathe in the fresh lake air. It’s a beautifully warm night. I haven’t seen a night like this in a long time. So peaceful and quiet. It’s rather relaxing.

  “You don’t have a family?” The way he asks that question isn’t sarcastic or patronizing. It’s genuine.

  “I have a brother.” That wasn’t so hard. I don’t usually talk about Scott, and I’m not technically doing that, but I guess I would tell Trace if he asked.

  “Good. For a second there I thought you were gonna tell me you were all alone in the world.” He chuckles while throwing a rock into the lake. It skims the water perfectly four times, rippling the water.

  I watch the ripples disappear before telling him, “I am.”

  “What? Fallon?” I sense Trace turn to me, but I don’t look at him.

  Why the hell am I telling him anything? I don’t even know him, yet I feel strangely at ease with him. Like he won’t judge me for the things I’ve done, especially when he’s done far worse than I ever could.

  “All my life, I’ve only had my big brother to give a damn about me. Mom threw Dad out when I was a baby, or so I was told. Then she upped and left Scott and me a couple of years later. We went into the system. We were passed around like toys for years.

  “When I was fourteen, Scott abducted me. We went on the run,” I’ve never told anyone this stuff, but it seems to be falling from my mouth, and I don’t feel the need to stop. “Scott told me that we’d find Dad and he’d take care of us. We ended up here.” I take a deep breath. “Scott found a job with an MC, got us a place to live.”

  “An MC?”

  “Yeah,” I tell him. “My brother joined Satan’s Cutthroat.”

  “I see.”

  “You know of them?”

  “We’ve done business with them. If you know what I mean.” I nod slightly. The way he said, that tells me their interaction hadn’t been good, or maybe he just doesn’t like them. I mean this is Snakes Henchmen territory. Everyone knows that.

  It wasn’t always that way. This sleepy little town of Bellview is so small people bypass it easily, but it’s not far from bigger towns. However, this town, until six months ago, belonged to Satan’s Cutthroat. I don’t know much of how they were driven out or why the Snakes took over when they’re from Bardsville, the town over, only that the whole town is glad the Cutthroats are gone.

  In the time since my brother was gunned down, the MC he once
belonged to went postal. They began trafficking drugs, people, porn. This town was not the kind of place any respectable man would allow his daughters to grow up.

  Since the Snakes took over, they’ve cleaned through the place and made sure everyone knows what happens if you cross them. No drugs, no trafficking of any kind. It feels like a safer place to live. It’s much quieter anyway.

  “My brother was shot down three years ago. He’s been on life support ever since with no hope of ever recovering.”

  “Oh, Fallon, I’m so sorry.”

  “Don’t be, it happened, there’s nothing I can do about it now. I just have to deal with the fact my brother is never coming back. I’ve forced him to live this long because I wanted to find our father so he could see what happened because he left us.” Angrily, I wipe the frustrated tears from my eyes. This shit shouldn’t matter, I shouldn’t care about my father, but Scott loved him, wanted nothing more than to bring us all together.

  Scott believed that our father loved us, and he told me that he remembered vividly times where our father tried to take him from our mother. He remembered Dad yelling at Scott never to forget how much Daddy loved us.

  Mom moved us away after that. A couple of years later, we were all alone. If Mom didn’t want us, why didn’t she just give us to our dad? I will never understand why she was so fucking selfish.

  “Scott found him, our dad. He told me the day he was shot. Scott was so happy, but he had to rush off to the clubhouse. He said that he’d tell me everything when he got home that night.

  “The only thing he told me before he ran off was that Dad was a biker like him. It was in his blood, he said, and that Caldwell really was our surname, not the one Mom made up. Then Scott was gone.”

  “Have you tried to find your mother, get some answers outta her?”

  “She died, Trace.” I turn just my face towards him. “Stupid bitch OD’d years ago. Good riddance to her.”

  “And your father? What MC did he belong to?”

  I sigh to myself. “I don’t know. I don’t know his name, what club he belongs to, where he lives, nothing. Scott never got the chance to tell me. I don’t even know if Caldwell is my mother’s name or my father’s.” Why didn’t I push Scott to tell me? If I had, I would have found the man who walked away from us all those years ago, and he’d be sharing this grief with me.

  “Your ID didn’t say Caldwell.”

  “I don’t go by it. Reminds me just how unwanted I have always been.” I lower my head and squeeze my eyes shut. I won’t cry in front of this stranger; my tears are mine alone. I’ll set them free at home with Duke, my brother’s massive Irish wolfhound.

  “Look at me, beautiful,” I do. I lift my head and look at Trace. My eyes close involuntarily, as he slides his hand to my cheek. I have to stifle a groan. I shouldn’t feel like this, but I can’t seem to stop it. “I’m so sorry about your brother. If there’s anything, I can do, just ask, okay?”

  Anything? There only one thing I want, and I know this man can give it to me. I’m not a shy person, if I want something, I ask for it. Because if you don’t ask, you don’t get. “There is one thing you can do for me right now.”

  “What’s that?”

  I want him so much right now, even after all that personal talk. I want him to take all of this away, even if just for a little while. I want him to take control of my body so I can lose my mind of all thought. “Kiss me.”

  Chapter Five

  Trace

  Kiss me,” Fallon whispers against my mouth. I grab the back of her head and kiss her as I’ve never kissed anyone in my life. God, she tastes good.

  Fallon bites my lower lip, growls deeply, and then shoves her tongue in my mouth. Straddling my waist, she grinds her pussy against my erection, which is as hard as a fucking hammer right now. Her hands slide into my hair, holding me as close to her tight little body as she can get me.

  Jesus, fuck, my dick is so fucking hard I’m going to have zipper marks!

  I can’t stop thinking about what Jim the bartender told me. I pull away from Fallon so I can look at her. “Have you ever done this before?”

  She lifts, looking at me with an amused smirk on her face. “Are you serious? Of course, I have.” She nips at my lips for a second. There’s something about this girl that I can’t quite put my finger on, and I’ve honestly never wanted to fuck a woman so much. “Hate to burst your bubble, Trace, but I’m not an innocent little virgin girl. I’m not a whore either, just so we’re clear.”

  “Thank God,” Virgins aren’t my thing, too messy, and too clingy afterward.

  “Fuck me, Trace.” Goddamn!

  Many women have said those words to me, none have said it the way Fallon just did. Moreover, none have had my dick this fucking hard before sucking it. Did they even then?

  Fallon’s t-shirt is soon over her head, thrown to the floor, her bra following, her nipple in my mouth as I tease the little pink bud, sucking it, biting it.

  She clutches my shoulders; her head tipped back as she rocks into me. “Harder!” Her hand pushes my head to her breast. I bite harder, and she calls out her pleasure.

  I need to taste her, so I flip her over, laying her on the grass on her back. Fallon’s green eyes watch me closely as I strip her curves of those tight black jeans, her panties going with them.

  I look at her for a moment, lying there on the grass, naked and wanting, and I have to admit that she’s beyond beautiful. Her skin is flawless, and her curves are perfect. All those skinny bitches I’ve been with have nothing on this pinup.

  I slide my hands along her smooth legs and part them. I can see her pussy dripping by the light of the moon. It’s not just me who wants this badly.

  “Yes,” I watch her eyes roll at the feeling of my lips on her thigh. I can smell her heat, and all I want is to devour her whole. I want to go slow, so I don’t come in my damn jeans like a teenager, but I can’t go slow; I’m eating her pussy like I’m starved, drinking her juices like a man who’s been thirsty for years before this moment.

  Fallon’s cries of approval spur me on. I slip two fingers inside her tight cunt, finger fucking her hard and fast while bitting on her engorged clit. “Trace!” She’s rocking into me so fast, clutching my fingers so hard I’m losing feeling in them.

  I can feel Fallon’s body coiling. She’s almost there. “Tell me you’re coming, Fallon. Let me hear you.”

  “I’m coming, Trace! Oh, fuck, I’m coming!” Tasting Fallon’s essence on my lips as she holds onto my hair, keeping me pressed against her sweet, hot little pussy as I lick her clit gently, bringing her down from her high, is the best thing I have ever tasted in my life! And that’s no lie.

  Her body thuds, I watch it jumping with each orgasmic tremor. “I want to see you,” She tells me as she drags me along the length of her body by my hair. Her mouth slams into mine, tasting her juices on my lips and tongue. I get the feeling from the way she’s attacking me that this girl is not shy at all.

  Just the way I like my women.

  “Take your clothes off and let me feel your skin against mine.” She doesn’t need to tell me twice.

  I stand and discard my clothes and boots; I think quicker than I ever have before. “Oh, my god,”

  Yeah, that’s right, baby, take a good look.

  She reaches out and slides her hand over my cock. I jerk a little. I don’t want to fucking come like this; I’m hanging on by a damn shoestring as it is. “Your cock is beautiful. I want it in my mouth.” Fallon is practically salivating as she speaks.

  As much as I want my dick in her mouth, I can’t let her suck me off tonight. I want to fuck her too severely for that. “Not this night, little mouse. I need to fuck you too badly.” Fallon licks her lips as I get to my knees between her legs. She lies back slowly with a seductive smile on her beautiful face. Her legs spread naturally for me.

  I palm her tits while kissing her neck and stroking her clit with the tip of my cock, making us both moan. “What do
you want, Fallon?” I breathe into her neck.

  “I want you to take control of my body. Fuck me as hard as you can. For tonight, I want you to own me, Trace.” I already do.

  “You want to submit to me, don’t you?” The breath in her body leaves in a rush. I have to suppress the grin on my face. Any woman will tell you what you want to hear to get what they want in the moment. Fallon isn’t doing that. Her little body wants it more than anything; I can sense it. “Submit to me, little mouse.”

  “Yes,” She breathes heavily.

  I look deep in Fallon’s eyes, my cock at her opening, her pupils dilated, making the green of her eyes so much smaller. “Are you on the pill?” I know she’s clean, records at the club stated so. She wouldn’t be working there unless she was clean. Also, I know she didn’t give her body away like most of the other girls. All the other girls talk about it how frigid Fallon is, and how she missed out on making a fortune by not selling her body the way they did.

  “Yes, but I always use condoms.”

  “As do I.” Not a lie. The only girl I ever stuck my dick in without a condom was Willow, and only because we were in a long-term relationship and she was on the pill the whole time. “And I will, for you, this time. However, in the future, I’m taking you bare.”

  In the future? I’m already planning the next time? I never do “Next time” Damn it, I’ve lost my fucking mind!

  Fallon doesn’t say anything; she just watches me take a condom from my jeans pocket, tear the foil with my teeth, and roll it over my dick.

  She grabs my cock and lines it up her opening. “Fuck me hard. Don’t be gentle. I don’t want gentle, Trace.”

  I slide an inch inside of her, and damn, she’s tight! Fuck, really tight! Takes a couple of thrusts, even though she’s fucking soaking before I’m inside. Hell, I can’t get all the way in yet, if I thrust to the hilt right now I’ll come without showing Fallon any pleasure, not happening, I’m all about gratification.