by Chiah Wilder
“I’m on the pill, and I’m clean. You?”
“I’m clean, but I’m not on the pill,” he joked.
She slapped his shoulder, laughing.
“Damn, the bacon is burnt to a crisp. I forgot about it,” Hawk said as he ran over to the stove to turn it off.
“I thought it was our lovemaking that was causing all the smoke.” She winked.
Staring at her for a few seconds, he cleared his throat and said, “Yeah, our fuckin’ is damn hot.”
He opened all the doors to air out the room before the smoke alarm went off, placed another frying pan on the burner, then looked at her with a dimpled smile, saying, “Let’s try this again.”
While they ate their bacon and eggs, Hawk talked Cara into staying with him for the next week until he got things under control.
“You should be okay here. No one knows you’re here, right?”
“Only my cousin Eric and Asher. I didn’t tell Sherrie because I don’t want her to be involved.”
“I told you not to tell anyone.”
“Eric is cool, and so is Asher. I trust them.”
“In a situation like this, you can’t trust anyone. You shouldn’t have told them where you were. Even if you trust them, you’ve opened them up to danger.”
“You’re right, I didn’t think.”
“You gotta come with me to the clubhouse. You’ll be safe there.”
“What if I don’t want to go? My only experience with your clubhouse was that night with all those guys. I don’t want to go.”
“That was different. You were alone. The members thought you were a hoodrat—a woman open for sex with any brother, any time. It’ll be different now ’cause you’re with me. You have to remember to stay with me at all times, especially during a party. You can’t wander around by yourself. You got that?”
“It’s ridiculous that I can’t be safe if I go to the bathroom by myself. What kind of club do you belong to?”
“It’s just the way it is, babe. Don’t fuckin’ argue with me about this. You need to stick by me, if you want to be safe. You’re not claimed and you’re not wearing my patch, so you need to be smart and stick to me, got it?”
“What do you mean by claimed and the patch thing?”
“When a woman is claimed and wears the brother’s patch, she belongs to him. All Insurgents members and other biker clubs respect the woman ’cause they know she belongs to a patched member.”
“‘Belongs’? What does the patch say?”
“It says ‘Property of’ and the member’s name.”
“‘Property’? You look at the woman as your property?” she asked, her voice rising.
“It’s not what you think. You citizens don’t get it. It’s like the woman belongs to the member and the member belongs to the woman. It’s a respect thing. It’s like wearing a ring or a letterman’s sweater. In our world, the women wear the patch.”
Cara shook her head. “I don’t know, it sounds sexist to me.”
“Would you wear a ring if a guy gave it to you as something serious?”
“Yeah, I would.”
“It’s the same thing, but instead of a ring, the woman gets the patch. It means respect and love, you know?”
“I guess.”
“Anyway, you gotta stick with me because you don’t have a patch. A sexy woman like you can get into all kinds of trouble if you wander off without me. Tonight, the chapters in other parts of Colorado are coming for a party, so it’ll be wild. You have to stay with me, no fuckin’ arguments.” Hawk’s eyebrows knit together as he looked at Cara.
With pursed lips, she nodded.
“Let’s go back to your place so you can pack some things. You can drive and I’ll follow you. I know you know where the clubhouse is.”
She was scared to go to the clubhouse, but she was also curious as hell to see what went on behind those brick walls. She would heed Hawk’s words and stick to him at all times. A touch of what those guys were capable of was enough to know she didn’t want to end up on the floor of the clubhouse servicing a bunch of rough, drunk bikers. She shuddered. Five months back, she never would have dreamt that she’d be hanging out at the Insurgents’ clubhouse with a sexy, rough biker as her lover. Life is strange.
* * *
“It could be a real problem having her here while she’s not claimed. Besides, we got members coming from several chapters, and they don’t know who the hell she is,” Banger said as the other members nodded in agreement.
“She’ll be with me at all times, and I’ll make sure of that. Believe me, everyone’s going to know Cara’s with me tonight,” Hawk countered.
“I don’t want trouble over pussy. Shit, these bitches ain’t worth it,” Banger stated.
“Why don’t you just patch the bitch and be done with it?” Ruben asked.
“Youse been thinkin’ with your cock for the last few months. It’d be better to claim her as your ol’ lady so youse can get back to being a full member again,” Billy snorted.
Hawk glared at Billy. “Fuck off.”
“Billy’s speaking the truth,” Axe said. The other members around the board table nodded.
“Fuck all of you,” Hawk snarled.
“Gotta admit that you haven’t been ’round here much, and when you do come, you stay for a short time and take off. Your mind’s on your cock up her pussy too much. That’s shit, and you know it. I gotta have you focused,” Banger said.
Hawk knew they were right. Ever since he’d first seen Cara at Rusty’s, he couldn’t get her out of his mind—her warm eyes, vanilla-scented hair, soft tits, and sweet pussy mixed him up too much. Thinking if he fucked her hard a time or two, he’d get her out of his system, but he realized he just wanted her more. He was surprised at the way Cara made him feel, and deep-down stirrings of feelings he thought had died decades ago gnawed at him. Fuck. He didn’t know what the hell was the matter with him; all he knew was Cara made him feel good, and he wanted to spend time with her.
The brothers were right in that he was negligent with the club; he did the minimum since all of his thoughts were on Cara, which was lame as shit. He’d be the first one knocking a member for being bitch-whipped if the brother behaved like he had been acting. But what could he say? He’d never felt like this with any woman he fucked, and he had fucked a ton of bitches.
All eyes were on Hawk, who cleared his throat and said, “I know I’ve been fuckin’ with Cara for a while now. I’m not going to say I didn’t have club business at the forefront, but I have been preoccupied.”
Banger, satisfied that Hawk owned up to his indiscretion, said, “Your bitch is your responsibility. If someone messes with her, it’s on you. I don’t want no shit over a bitch, but she is your bitch, and no brother in this membership will bother her. You better damn well make your intentions clear with the charter members tonight. Now, let’s move on to the Deadly Demons Nomads. What the fuck are we gonna do about those pieces of shit?”
“I’m going to kill Viper for touching my woman. No one does that shit without a payback,” Hawk seethed.
“Do we want to start a war over a bitch?” asked Axe.
Hawk had to hold himself steady, because he wanted to leap out of his chair, pounce on Axe, and beat the shit out of him for being so stupid and disrespectful.
“It’s not just about Hawk’s woman—it’s also about us. There’s evidence these motherfuckers were framing us for all kinds of shit, including the murders of those women. That can’t fuckin’ be ignored,” Jax said, pounding the table with his fists.
“They also sent in a woman to Dream House. She was one of the strippers, but she was stealing from us and giving the money to the Nomads. I found out she’s one of the motherfucker’s old lady,” Hawk said.
“I made sure she’d never steal again, the fuckin’ whore. Those assholes have crossed the line!” Jax fumed.
The members murmured their agreement. Banger said, “Those motherfuckers messed with us—game on
. We’ll stomp their fuckin’ brains out, no hesitation, not a fuckin’ blink of an eye. We will fuck them up. Let’s bring it to all the members tomorrow evening. We’ll call an emergency church. If everyone agrees, then we’re gonna take care of business.”
“Yeah, we’ll show those assholes not to fuck with Insurgents,” Jax cried out.
The rest of the members were chanting, “Insurgents forever! Forever Insurgents!”
Hawk’s chest swelled with pride. This was his family, and they’d do anything for each other. They were Insurgents three hundred sixty-five days a year, twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. They didn’t let anyone fuck with them, and they always had each other’s back. He’d make sure to tell Viper he’d fucked around with the wrong club as he stomped on the fucker’s balls.
Chapter Twenty-One
The motorcycles started arriving around three o’clock that afternoon. The old ladies were busy in the kitchen making mountains of baby back ribs, boiled corn, coleslaw, and mashed potatoes, knowing the members would be hungry after riding from various parts of the state. The chapters came from Cortez, Niwot, Fruita, Erie, and Silverton. There was a buzz of excitement in the air, and the brothers were ready to get crazy.
Cara watched out the window in Hawk’s room as the members began turning into the compound in droves. The leather-clad men were black ink streaks on their Harleys, and in the afternoon sun, the motorcycles’ chrome shone like the gleam of a sword. The engines’ rumble made the window vibrate. Cara had never seen anything like it.
Hawk came into the room and walked toward Cara. Putting his arms around her, he drew her against him, nuzzled her ear, and said, “Are you feeling the fever in the air?”
“Yeah, I am. I’ve never seen this many motorcycles, or men in leather, in my life.”
“Wait ’til you go to a rally, like Sturgis. It’s fuckin’ awesome.” He licked her earlobe.
“Are women invited to the party? I don’t see any women, only men on their Harleys.”
“Old ladies don’t come to these parties. They’re making the food, but they’ll leave after everything is prepared. The women who come to these parties are lookin’ for a good time: booze, fucking, drugs. That’s the way the brothers like it.”
“Is that what you like?”
“I did. I’m not gonna lie to you, baby, I loved goin’ to club parties. I fucked and drank hard for years. I don’t drink as much as I used to, and I don’t want to fuck anyone but you.” He kissed her neck. “Why would I go lookin’ for pussy when I’ve got the sweetest one of all?”
Cara smiled, but she couldn’t help but wonder if any of the women Hawk had been with would be at the party that night. Of course, she wanted to ask him, but she didn’t want to sound like a jealous shrew. She knew he had a past, and she knew the reputation of bikers, so she couldn’t be surprised he had been with so many women. Even knowing all that, she still felt a stab of jealousy. How could she compete with these crazy, wild women who threw caution to the wind and embraced life with abandonment? Were they better at pleasing Hawk than she was? I’m being dumb. Hawk is with me. He could be with any of these women tonight, but he’s with me. I have to quit obsessing about his past sexual life.
“What are you thinkin’ about?” he asked as he squeezed her.
“That I’m hungry.”
He laughed. “Food will be ready at six o’clock. I’ll come up and get you.”
“Are you leaving me?”
“Babe, I’m the vice president, and I have to greet the out-of-towners. Why don’t you chill, and I’ll be back in a couple of hours, okay?” He turned her head and kissed her deeply, tasting of whiskey.
“Go on, do your duties. I’m going to take a shower and get ready,” she said.
He kissed her again. Before closing the door, he warned her, “Make sure to lock it. I have a key, so don’t open it to anyone.”
She blew him a kiss, and he was gone.
Cara locked the door and went back to the window. Most of the guys were inside the clubhouse, but a few groups of men stood around talking and drinking. She noticed a few women come toward the gates. The women were scantily dressed in very short shorts and skirts, their ass cheeks noticeable, and way-too-tight tops—or even no tops, just stickers over their nipples. Cara swallowed hard; she was going to stand out like a sore thumb. These were the women Hawk screwed. He must like women who dress like that. I wonder why he came after me? She stared out the window, transfixed, as more and more women came to the compound. I’ve got to stop doing this. This is crazy.
She made herself leave the window and take a shower, wondering what Hawk was doing while she was alone up there. Figuring a lot of the women downstairs would make a beeline for him, would he fuck one of them? He could do it, and she’d never know. Didn’t these bikers think it was okay to fuck if they felt like it? For that matter, didn’t most men think that?
Trevor’s infidelity assaulted her thoughts. Stop it, Cara, Hawk isn’t Trevor. You have to start trusting a man sometime.
Finished with her shower, she went back to the window and watched the party unfold as she towel-dried her hair.
* * *
“Born to Raise Hell” by Motörhead vibrated the overhead speakers as more members came into the clubhouse. Many brothers hadn’t seen each other since the previous year’s Sturgis rally. They milled around with beers in hand, or engaged in some serious conversation about engines and chrome; motorcycle talk was number one, more important than booze or women.
The regular club whores, Lola and Brandi, walked around the throng of men, giving them a sneak peek of their assets. Lola hated to compete with the hoodrats who came to party on the weekends; to her, the hoodrats were cop-outs—they weren’t committed to the biker-club life at all. She was available to the members all the time and was part of the club’s fabric, seeing herself as a necessary spoke in the club’s wheel that kept turning, and it pissed her off that the weekend sluts came to the club acting like they owned it. Just the week before, Lola had to show one of the bitches who was boss. The brothers loved watching Lola and the slut punch it out, but for Lola, it was a matter of protecting her turf. There was no way in hell she was going to let one of those weekend whores act like they were in charge. She kicked the skinny slut’s ass good, and she noticed the brothers treated her with a bit more respect for holding her own.
Lola scanned the room for Hawk; she wanted to fuck him for sure during the party. In the last few months, she hadn’t seen him around and she missed his presence, having a soft spot for him ever since he’d fucked her. Spotting him near the bar, she walked over to him and drew close to his ear, whispering in a sultry voice, “Hiya, handsome. It’s been a while since I’ve seen you ’round here.”
Looking sideways, Hawk’s eyes rested on her highly made-up face. Pressing into his side, she squeezed his bicep and rubbed her boobs, hanging out of her skimpy neon green top, against his tattooed arm.
Frowning, Hawk jerked his arm away and said, “I’ve been busy.”
“Are you ready to have some fun tonight, darling?”
“It’s good to see members I haven’t seen for a while.”
“What about you ’n me goin’ someplace to fuck?”
“Not gonna happen, but there are plenty of brothers who’d love to fuck your pussy.”
“The one I want tonight is you. I’ve reserved myself for you only.”
“I’m not available,” Hawk stated, turning his back on her.
Lola blinked several times then said, “What do you mean, ‘not available’?”
“Not that it’s any of your fuckin’ business, but I’m with a woman now. Conversation over. Move on.”
“What woman? You got yourself an old lady?” Surprise and disappointment laced her voice.
“I said, move on.” Waving his arm, Hawk yelled out to a heavy, bearded man who had an arm around a slut and a bottle of whiskey in his hand. “Bones, when the fuck did you get here?”
The bear
ded man made his way to Hawk, embraced him, and said, “It’s been too long, brother. I knew you were here when I saw your fuckin’ shit-kickin’ Harley. You customized the hell outta it.”
“Fuck, yeah.” With Hawk’s arm around Bones, he said, “Let me get you a beer.” The two men walked toward the bar, arms clasped around each other’s shoulder.
Lola stared dumbfounded at Hawk’s retreating figure. Hawk got himself an old lady? What the fuck? Lola knew a few of the men had old ladies and some of them had girlfriends, but it didn’t stop them from fucking her, Brandi, or the mamas. Shit, she’d have to find out more about this skank who had a hold of Hawk’s cock.
A tall member from Cortez came over to Lola, pulled her into him, and said, “I need some fuckin’, whore.” Putting her arms around him, she kissed him on the lips and yanked him toward the hallway to secure one of the small rooms. She would fuck him, but she knew she’d be wishing it was Hawk’s cock inside her.
* * *
Cara heard the lock turn before Hawk came into the room. His gaze roamed over her body, and she noticed desire building in his eyes as she stood in the middle of the room wearing a short, black flounce skirt, a black and red striped crop top, and short, black boots with silver buckles and studs.
Hawk whistled between his teeth. “You look tempting. Get over here.”
A flush crept across her cheeks as she took a few steps toward Hawk. Impatient, he stretched his arms and grabbed her, dragging her into him. He skimmed his hands over her curvy body then reached under her skirt and touched her bare ass cheek.
“You’re killing me, babe. I gotta kiss that sweet ass of yours.” Spinning her around, Hawk plopped Cara face down on the bed then lifted up her skirt, revealing two firmly shaped globes separated by her thong’s black string. As he leaned over her, a sharp zip rang in her ears as he opened his jeans. Reaching backward to clutch his cock, Hawk grasped her arms, raised them over her head, and held them in place.
“Don’t move your arms, got that?” he commanded.
