I pull him down to me hungrily and he kisses me deeply, unclipping my bra and twisting my nipples between his thumb and forefinger, making my pussy ache. I’m completely naked and he’s fully clothed. “There’s something wrong with this picture,” I joke breathlessly, moving my fingers underneath his t-shirt and pulling it up over his head. I run my hands down his muscular torso, over the ridges of his abs and down towards his jeans where I can feel how aroused he is. I unbutton his jeans and reach inside his boxers to feel how hard he is and he groans as I take him in my hand.
“I want to take this slow,” Brian tells me, panting, trying to control himself.
“I just want you,” I reply looking deep into his eyes so he can see how serious I am.
“I’m so hot for you,” he tells me as he dips a finger between my thighs and a smile spreads across his face as he feels how wet I am. I moan as he draws slow circles and strokes up and down, putting pressure on my clit and I feel like I’m going to come right there in his hand. “It seems like you’re pretty turned on too,” he says, and then his lips are against mine and I let out a whimper as he slips his fingers inside of me. “I want you to come like this first,” he tells me, his voice full of heat and fire as he moves his fingers and my hips buck as I do exactly what he wants me to and I climax around him. “You’re even more beautiful when you come, Casey; do you know that?” he asks, pulling his fingers out of my pussy. Then he does something which just drives me wild: he puts his fingers in his mouth and tastes me, and then he kisses me. I taste my own salt on his tongue and I feel like I might come again.
“I want you… inside,” I say breathlessly, tugging at his pants until his length is throbbing in my hand. Brian leans over me and I guide him inside and we watch each other as he fills me up.
Brian starts slowly and then speeds up, pumping his hips, thrusting into me harder and then softer, harder and then softer, and all I can do is enjoy the ride. “Fuck me,” I plead with him and he buries himself inside of me as I groan his name. I whimper as Brian closes my nipple in his mouth and his teeth graze the sensitive skin. We’re both desperate for each other, we’re biting, licking, sucking, covered in sweat, and I know I’m not going to last for much longer. “I’m close,” I tell him, and he looks down at me as he thrusts hard into me once, twice, and as he enters me the third time I feel like I’m falling over a ledge and I scream his name and I hear him grunt mine as we come together.
Consciousness starts to return slowly and I feel deliciously drowsy and completely satisfied. “Well, we definitely need to do that again.” Brian laughs and I smile at him, wondering at how gorgeous he looks collapsed on top of me.
“I think that could be arranged,” I joke back. Brian kisses me hard and we start all over again.
***
In the morning I wake up and notice that the other side of the bed is empty, and for a split-second I don’t remember where I am. Then the events of the night come rushing back and I stretch out feeling my aching muscles. I can smell coffee and I scrabble around on the floor looking for my clothes. I pull on my jeans, but can’t find my top, so I settle for one of Brian’s T-shirts that are thrown over the rocking chair. I follow the smell of cooking and the sound of pots and pans and I find Brian busying himself cracking eggs and looking perfectly at home in the kitchen.
“Well you’re just full of surprises aren’t you?” I ask, taking in the domesticity of the scene.
“I hope you like eggs,” he replies, smiling at me as he stirs and adjusts the heat. “Coffee’s fresh.” He nods over at the pot.
I pour myself a cup and lean against the kitchen counter, watching him work. He divides up the scrambled eggs he’s made and kisses me softly on the lips as he hands me a plate. “Morning gorgeous, I could definitely get used to waking up with you,” he says.
We take a seat at the kitchen table and the reality of the situation hits me like a ton of bricks. “What are we going to do?” I ask him.
“I don’t know,” Brian says quietly, looking at his plate rather than at me. “How much do you know about what’s happened between The Eagles and The Stones?” Brian asks, looking at me warily.
“I know that you guys are rival gangs and you don’t like each other very much. There’s a lot of dick-measuring, but that’s about it,” I tell him. “What else is there to know?” I ask, ducking my head so Brian has to meet my gaze.
“There’s a little more to it than that,” Brian starts to say and then stops, getting up from the table like he’s heard something.
“Brian, what? What’s going on?” I ask before I hear it too. It’s the unmistakable noise of motorbikes—a lot of them—and it sounds like they’re heading towards us.
“God Dammit,” he curses, looking between me and the door. I can only watch as he heads into the kitchen and pulls something out of a drawer. As he turns around I see that he’s holding a gun.
“Brian, what the—” I start, but his expression makes me stop.
“Jimmy, it’s me, we’ve got a problem,” Brian says into his cell. “I don’t know, a lot of them,” he adds in reply to whoever he’s talking to. “Get as many as you can and get here now,” he barks into the phone and hangs up.
“Looks like we weren’t as careful as we thought,” he tells me, his expression softening. “Whatever happens from here on out, I just want you to know that I’m not going to give up on us, not without a fight,” he says, and the certainty in his eyes makes me feel a little less scared.
“It’s my brothers isn’t it? They’re the ones who you think are outside,” I say, and I watch Brian nod slowly. “Before I go out there I want to know what all this is about—it’s more than just a fight over turf. What happened?”
Brian pauses for a moment and then clearly sees the determination in my face; he knows that I deserve the truth. “The Eagles and The Stones have never gotten along, but we used to do some business together.” He looks at me uncertainly. “I’m guessing you don’t know much about the Stone business,” he says, and I shake my head. “The Stones run protection for one of the big meth suppliers. They patrol the warehouses and drop points, and they provide protection for some of the top guys. Sometimes they would draft in The Eagles for overflow work,” Brian says, and then takes a breath. I’m trying hard to process the information he’s just given me, but it’s not every day you find out that your family is comprised of serious criminals. “Anyway it turns out a member of The Eagles was on the take with the cops. He told them about one of the warehouses and there was a shoot-out. One of The Stones was killed and they demanded that the Eagle that had ratted them out be handed over to them for punishment, but the head of our MC wouldn’t agree to it. He insisted that we deal with the problem internally, that it was Eagle business, but The Stones said they couldn’t trust us anymore. Since then we’ve had an agreement not to bother each other. We stay out of each other’s way, and if we don’t…”
“If you don’t, then what?” I ask. I’ve come this far; I need to hear it all.
“Then bad things are going to happen,” he tells me simply.
Right then my phone rings, and Aaron’s name flashes up on the screen. I answer without looking at Brian. “Come outside, Case, we know you’re with him and if you don’t come out now then we’re coming in to get you,” he says, and then hangs up straight away. His voice doesn’t brook any argument. Since our parents died Aaron has taken the place of the head of the family and the head of the MC. He’s used to everyone falling into line when he says ‘jump’.
“I’ve gotta go,” I say to Brian dully, still shocked by everything he’s told me.
“Casey, wait.” He grabs my hand but I shake him off.
“You knew what this would mean, how serious it would be if anyone were to find out. You knew that,” I say angrily. “You should’ve told me!”
“Would it have changed anything if I had? Do you regret what happened?” he asks, and I can see the hurt in this eyes.
“No, you know I wou
ldn’t take last night back,” I say looking straight into his baby blues, and he tenderly moves a strand of dark hair out of my eyes, brushing his fingers against my face. “But we have to fix this,” I tell him. “Before things get any worse.”
Brian nods slowly, cupping his hand around the back of my neck and pulling me close so that our foreheads are touching. “I’ll fix it, trust me,” he says, and he seems so sure of himself that he makes me believe that everything will be alright.
“I should go,” I say although I don’t want to move from where I am; I just want to stay here with him.
He nods slowly. “Talk to your brothers, see if you can get through to them. Tell them that this isn’t a one night stand, it’s the real thing.” I feel as if my heart is about to leap out of my chest at his words.
“I will,” I say quietly, brushing my lips against his. Then I turn around and walk out of the door, only to be confronted by what looks to be the entire Stones biker gang, with Aaron at the front. Behind him I see Jake and Max in their positions, watching me walk out of Brian’s house.
“Get on Max’s bike,” Aaron says, barely looking at me.
“Aaron, let me explain,” I start, but he holds his hand up silencing me.
“I don’t want to hear it. Whatever he did to you he’s going to get it back ten times over,” he says, his voice low and harsher than I’ve ever heard it.
“But it’s not like that.” I try to make my big brother understand.
“It doesn’t matter Case, he’s disrespected the Stones. The truce is off; he and rest of The Eagles are fair game,” he says, his sights trained on something just past Brian’s house. “Now get on Max’s bike. We’ll talk later,” he tells me, and I focus on the same plume of smoke that Aaron is looking at; it’s bikers approaching and I know it’s The Eagles.
“You guys can’t have a stand-off just because we slept together!” I tell Aaron, trying to make him see how ridiculous the situation is.
“He took advantage of you. You’re 21 years old, and he’s my age; he should know better. There’s no way my little sister is going to be another notch on his bed-post. He’s going to pay,” Aaron says threateningly.
“It wasn’t like that. I care about Brian,” I say, and I’m surprised at the strength of those feelings bearing in mind we’ve known each other for less than 24 hours.
“You don’t know what you’re saying. He’s got you eating out of his hand.” Aaron dismisses me with a wave. “Now get on Max’s bike before I put you there,” he says, not unkindly, and I know he’s just trying to protect me from whatever’s going to happen when The Eagles arrive.
I bow my head, knowing that I’m not going to win this fight. Not here, not now. I do as Aaron said; I walk past Jake, who doesn’t even look at me, and I hop onto the back of Max’s bike. He barely waits for me to get settled before gunning the engine and turning back in the direction they came from, heading home.
“Max, what’s going to happen?” I ask once we’re back at the house and the engine is off.
“Nothing good,” he says grimly, looking at the ground instead of at me.
“What Aaron said, about Brian taking advantage of me, it isn’t true,” I tell him.
“I know, I can tell,” Max says, nodding at Brian’s T-shirt which I’m still wearing. “But Aaron’s been looking for a reason to get to The Eagles for a long time; you’re just the excuse they needed,” he tells me. “I have to go. They’re going to need all the help they can get.” I stop him before he turns the engine on again.
“Max, I know it was you that told them you saw me leave last night,” I say, and I see the guilt plastered all over his face. “I’m not angry with you, I just want you to do something for me. Please don’t let anything happen to Brian. Please.” I squeeze his shoulder, trying to convey my worry to him.
My twin brother looks at me for a beat and then nods slowly. “I can’t make any promises, but I’ll do what I can,” he tells me before freeing himself from my vice-like grip and turning over the engine.
***
I spend the rest of the day more worried than I’ve ever been in my life. I’m pacing around the house, up and down the garden, checking my cell every five minutes, but it remains quiet. I’ve messaged Brian time and time again trying to find out what’s going on and if he’s okay. Max said he’d check in with me and he hasn’t. All I can do is try to stay calm and hope that everyone I love is alright.
Night starts to fall and I stare anxiously outside, waiting for a sign from someone, from anyone. Eventually I must have fallen asleep because I’m woken by the sound of a bike and I look out the window, but in the darkness I can’t tell who it is. I fling open the door and race outside and recognize Brian. I run towards him and virtually jump on him, only to be greeted by a grunt. When I pull away I see that his face is bloody, one of his eyes is definitely going to turn black in the next few hours, and he’s bent over, clutching his ribs.
“You’re hurt,” I say, stating the obvious.
“It’s nothing, just a few bumps and bruises,” he says, but from the controlled way he’s speaking I can tell he’s in pain.
“What happened?” I ask, wanting and not wanting to know at the same time.
“There was a fight,” Brian says simply. “The Stones and The Eagles have both been looking for a reason to resurrect their old feud,” he tells me shaking his head.
“Are my brothers okay?” I ask, feeling guilty that this hadn’t been my first question.
“Last I saw they were all fine. That’s why I’m here—Max told me to come,” he says. “We don’t have long, he gave me an opening—he told me that if I care about you as much as I say I do then we should get out of here. He told me either we leave tonight or all bets are off.” Brian looks at me earnestly as the enormity of what he’s asking me to do dawns on me.
“You’re asking me to leave everything? My brothers, my life here, and to go with you?” I ask, making sure I understand.
“Yes, that’s exactly what I’m asking. This is the real thing, Case, and it doesn’t come along very often. I wouldn’t forgive myself if I gave up on us; we’re stronger than all of this,” he says, gesturing to his bloody face and probably broken ribs.
“I know,” I say softly. “I’ll be right back.” Before he has the chance to say anything else, I rush into the house. I pull out a pad and a pen from the kitchen cupboard and scrawl a note down.
‘I’ve gone with Brian. I’ll come back when the truce is back in place. Until then, Brian and I will have to be together somewhere else. I love you all. Cx’
I pin the note to the front door and race down the steps to Brian, jumping on the back of his bike and holding him around his waist, careful to avoid the tender areas of his body. “Where are we going?” I ask.
“It doesn’t matter,” he replies, turning slightly to plant a kiss on my forehead, “anywhere is home if we’re together,” he says as he turns the engine over and we speed away from my home and eventually from the town I grew up in.
It turns out Brian was right, where we went didn’t matter; all that mattered was that we were together. So that’s how I find myself here, in a much less poetic version of ‘Romeo and Juliet.’ Our story has more leather and motorcycles than the original. Brian and I know that we can’t run away from our problems for long; we know that they’re going to catch up with us eventually. I’m still waiting for Max’s message, to tell me that it’s safe to go home, that the truce is back on and that Brian and I can be together without setting off a cycle of violence and pain. But for now, it’s just us and the open road and, for now, that’s all we need.
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***
They stopped looking for Shane Perry fifteen years ago.
They did all they could do; filed reports, dragged the lake, and finally presumed him dead. The high school football field lit up with candlelight at his memorial, and mourners gathered to
gaze at his glossy image: youthful and tall with a heart melting grin.
Bikes and bikers are all Maggie Rice has ever known.
She was riding before she could walk and switching out clutch plates by junior high. She was a quirky, fiery haired tomboy and it was her dream to ride with the 417s. Formerly her father’s crew, they all had a hand in raising her after his passing. Now that she ran her own garage, it seemed her chance had arrived at last.
When the ghost of Shane Perry rides into town, he threatens to spoil it all.
The day of her initiation into the 417s, Shane waltzed back into town as if he’d only been gone the weekend, and his first order of business was to crush her chance at happiness. No woman was going to ride in Shane Perry’s gang, not ever, and certainly not his closest childhood friend.
Maggie doesn’t believe for one second his arrival is coincidental.
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