by Jade Kuzma
I gasped as he suddenly grabbed the sides of my panties. He ripped them off of me completely, exposing my aching folds. Another gasp escaped my lips when he grabbed my heels and pulled me toward him.
“Fuck me,” I said.
Now wasn’t the time for any eloquence. We both wanted one thing. There was no need to be cute about it.
“Fuck me,” I repeated.
“You want me to fuck you?”
He positioned his cock near my pussy. His tip hit my folds and I gasped.
“Yeah, I want you to fuck me,” I said. “Fuck me hard.”
He leaned on top of me and pressed his forehead against mine. I stared into his eyes with his cock right at my entrance.
“Hard,” I sighed. “I want you to fuck me as hard as you want.”
“Beg for it.”
“Please, Dorian… I want you… I want you—Hngh!”
An embarrassingly intelligible groan escaped from my lips as he plunged his cock into me. The thick shaft spread my insides and made my entire body trembled.
“Oh, shit…”
He felt so fucking good. I just came but I could have come again if he wanted me to. And with the way he pounded me, he was certainly trying.
Dorian got on top of me and started rifling his cock into me. He pounded me into the couch cushions like he was trying to break me. The sound of his hilt slapping against me was loud enough that my neighbors could hear it.
“Harder,” I pleaded. “Just like that.”
“Like that?”
“Yes… Yes…”
His tongue danced into my mouth as we kissed sloppily. Sweaty bodies pressing against each other. Fluids leaking out of the both of us. I could only imagine the mess we looked like but I didn’t care.
It felt too good. And I wanted Dorian to feel even better.
“I can’t take it,” he grunted. “You’re too wet… It feels too fucking good.”
“You’re gonna come inside of me?”
“Yeah, I’m gonna come inside of you.”
“Come inside of me… Fucking come inside of me…”
I closed my eyes and let him take control. My back arched instinctively. My head dropped back. I pushed my breasts forward so he could take them into his mouth. At the same time, Dorian kept plunging his cock into me with faster and faster strokes.
“Oh, God… Gina…”
A few more pumps and he groaned my name as he lost himself. His hard body shuddering violently against me made me giggle. His cock throbbed inside of me. Thick jets of cum filled me up. Every pulse felt as good as the last.
I tightened myself around him and milked him for every last drop. Dorian emptied himself completely before falling on top of me in exhaustion.
We laid on my couch together in a sweaty heap. His body against mine, Dorian laughed softly.
“What’s so funny?” I whispered.
“Nothing. I just… I can’t remember the last time I felt this good.”
“Hopefully it won’t be the last time.”
I wanted to enjoy this moment forever. But my body could only take so much. After such a long night, my eyes closed and I succumbed to an inevitable slumber.
Chapter 15
DORIAN
I sat at one side of the meeting table inside of the chapel with the rest of the club members sitting all around me.
Ghost. Vice president. He was a few years older than me. His beard was long and his hair was longer. Just a quick look into his eyes was enough to tell you he’d seen some shit.
Needle. A blond-haired, blue-eyed pretty boy. Class clown. He always had to make some smart ass comment about everything. When the club played poker, taking his money was more satisfying than beating everybody else.
Brawn. Enforcer of the group. Nobody fucked with the Reapers and he was the man who made sure of it. The guy looked like he’d had a dozen growth spurts in his life. He was the size of a fucking mountain. It was nice to have him on my side.
Petey. Quiet. Never talked at all, really. Messy hair like he just woke up. The smallest member of the club. But he was damn sure smarter than everybody else in here. A real genius.
Then there was Garnet, the club president. He was older than everybody else in the club and he had the experience to show for it. He took care of his ride and his old lady. He was diplomatic but firm at the same time. He was smart. He was tough. Nobody fucked with him. Everybody respected him.
With the way shit was going down with the club recently, he was a lot more relaxed than normal along with everybody else. He leaned over the table and pressed his palms into it.
“All right, gentlemen,” he said. “Nothing new to report.”
“Nothing new to report?” Needle said. “Why the fuck did you call a meeting if there’s nothing new to report.”
“There is something new to report. The report is there’s nothing new.”
Needle rolled his eyes while everybody else laughed.
“Nobody knows what Agent Lieberman and her goons are up to,” Garnet continued. “She’s got a special task force setting something up in town but none of the details have leaked. She runs a tight fucking ship. No leads so we’ve gotta be on our toes.”
“What about the Chinese?” Ghost asked.
“The Chinese have every club on stand-by. They’re going around Ivory for now. We’re not getting any business from them but at least we know nobody else is profiting.”
Garnet had a deal set in place with the Chinese Triads. Ivory was in the middle of two big cities. The clubs in this town were used to transport weight between the two cities.
It was a good deal for both parties. The Chinese got their product moved without having to deal with local law enforcement. The clubs got paid a substantial amount for taking all of the risk.
But federal agents in town, led by one Jane Lieberman, meant that no deals were being made. Everybody was on their fucking toes. It made sense to be as cautious as we possibly could.
“Listen,” Needle said. “I got shit to do. If there’s nothing else to report, can we go?”
Needle looked around the table and everybody remained silent. Garnet eyeballed each and every one of us.
“Gentlemen?” he said.
I thought about what I saw just the other night. I figured it didn’t mean much but it was still bothering me.
“Sully,” Garnet said. “Something on your mind, brother?”
Everybody at the table turned toward me. I looked at all of them and sighed.
“It was about last night,” I said. “Some of that shit bothered me.”
“That should’ve bothered you,” Needle said. “That crazy motherfucker had enough C4 to level a block in the big city. If you hadn’t caught him, who knows what could have gone down.”
“He’s right,” Garnet said. “You deserve another article in the paper. How about another celebration tonight?”
The club all cheered but I wasn’t as enthusiastic.
“That’s not it though,” I said.
I shook my head as I vividly remembered what I saw.
“He had a map of Ivory,” I said. “He circled known locations that were associated with this club or the Winter Cobras.”
“And now he’s behind fucking bars,” Needle responded. “What’s the big deal?”
“The big deal is why the fuck would a guy like him have beef with us or any of the clubs in this town? I mean, do any of you know who the fuck Tommy Graham is?”
The table all looked around at one another but they were just as clueless as I was.
“I heard a little bit from the police report,” Ghost said, his voice as calm as it always was. “Graham was a bum. He was a homeless war veteran living on the streets.”
“That doesn’t explain why he had some kind of vendetta against us,” I said.
“No, it doesn’t. But what it does suggest is that he’s crazy.”
“Besides,” Needle said. “Some homeless bum was some beef with us and some of the oth
er clubs. What can we do?”
“I don’t know,” I said. “I’m just saying we should be careful. Maybe we should tell the Winter Cobras to be careful, too.”
The entire room burst into laughter.
There was no love lost between the Black Reapers and the Winter Cobras. The beef had been established long before I ever patched in for a reason I didn’t know. Things were on ice for now but there was no question that both sides were looking for an opportunity to start shit with the other.
“You know damn well we’re not looking out for the Cobras,” Garnet said.
“Really?” I said. “Even after Needle broke bread with them.”
I eyeballed the blond-haired biker next to me and he rolled his eyes.
“Let’s get it straight,” he said. “Just because I don’t have any beef with the Cobras now doesn’t mean I’m looking to make friends. Once a Snake, always a Snake.”
The club all shared another laugh but I wasn’t as comfortable laughing about the strange situation.
“Listen, Sully,” Garnet said to me. “I can’t imagine what it’s like finding what you found last night. Shit was serious. But right now, the best thing we can do is lay low. Cops have got their eyes open now that they’ve got Graham locked up. Lieberman and her goons are up to something but we don’t know what. And if I remember correctly, aren’t you suspended from the fire station?”
I nodded.
“Then the last thing you need to do is go looking for more trouble,” Garnet continued.
I couldn’t argue with his logic. If anything, I could have used a break from all the shit that went down. All of my concerns fell on deaf ears.
Nobody else said anything more and the meeting was adjourned. Everybody dispersed from the chapel and went on their way. I made my way to the bar counter and took a seat.
“Sully!”
I turned and saw Needle holding up a deck of cards.
“Let’s go, brother,” he said. “You still owe me.”
“Yeah,” I sighed. “I’ll be there. Just gimme a second.”
“Don’t be a pussy now.”
Needle cackled to himself as he headed to the poker table in the back of the clubhouse. I was too distracted to play cards with them at the moment.
“What’s up?”
I turned and saw Ghost leaning up against the bar next to me.
“Nothing,” I sighed.
“Don’t gimme that shit. Something is bothering you. Tell me.”
I shook my head and smiled at him.
“You always do this,” I said.
“Do what?”
“You always try to talk to the club members when there’s some shit on their mind.”
“That’s what I do. I’m club VP. I gotta look out for you boys. Especially the young ones. I’ve been through it all.”
“Have you? Then you know what it’s like when nobody is listening to you when something is wrong.”
Ghost was the calmest club member I knew. He was always laid-back about everything. It was like nothing ever bothered him.
But when he saw that this shit didn’t sit right with me, the smile disappeared from his face.
“This Graham shit is really getting to you,” he said.
“No shit it is. The guy was targeting buildings. I mean, he blew up Amy’s. Imagine if somebody was still in there. He’d have fucking blood on his hands.”
“Graham is a crazy motherfucker. There’s no doubt about that.”
“There’s more to it than him just being crazy.”
“What are you saying, Sully? Are you telling me someone put him up to it? That him blowing up Amy’s was just a small part of a larger scheme?”
I sighed again and shook my head.
“No, that’s not what I’m saying.”
“Then what are you saying?”
He raised his eyebrows at me.
“I’m saying that I don’t know what the fuck he was up to. And I can’t shake this fucking feeling I have.”
“You got a bad feeling… I get it.”
“You do?”
“Everybody gets feelings. Good ones. Bad ones. Hunches. Instinct. Whatever the fuck you wanna call it. That’s what makes us human. That doesn’t mean we have to act on it.”
Ghost was a philosopher. He wasn’t telling me what I wanted to hear but it made some sense at least.
“Look,” he said. “This Graham shit is bothering you. But what the fuck are you gonna do about it? The guy was a crazy, homeless bum. Do you have any other leads? Police swooped into his place and got all of the evidence. Now all you need to do is let them do their jobs.”
“I guess you’re right… I still think we should talk to the Cobras.”
“Why?”
“Because one of their biggest storage facilities was circled on the map. They put all kinds of shit in that place. It’s so big, it’s not even a secret that they own it.”
“If somebody’s crazy enough to fuck with the Cobras, let them handle it. If you ask me, I’ve had enough problems dealing with those motherfuckers.”
I nodded to Ghost and looked away.
“Hey.”
He put a hand on my shoulder and gave me a look like he was some kind of stern parent.
“Don’t do anything stupid now,” he said. “You saved that old man from the fire in that burning house. You caught the man who blew up Amy’s Bakery. You’re a fucking hero. The best thing for you to do right now is let the rest of this shit play out by itself. Don’t get involved, you hear me?”
“I hear you… Shit, man. You sound like my mother.”
“Somebody’s gotta make sure you wash behind your ears. What happened to that girl you were talking to anyway? Gina? Why don’t you go spend time with her?”
“Nah,” I said, shaking my head. “She needs space. She’s been spending too much time around me lately. Besides, she needs to help out Lydia. They’re trying to get Amy’s back in shape as soon as possible. It doesn’t help that Lydia’s pregnant and about to burst—”
“Yo, Sully!”
Needle interrupted my conversation with Ghost.
“Are you gonna play or are you gonna back out like a bitch?” Needle said, his arms out at his sides.
Ghost smirked at me, knowing I loved knocking Needle down a few pegs.
“Settle down, Blake,” I said as I got up out of my seat. “I’ve always got time to kick your ass.”
Chapter 16
DORIAN
I never lost a game of cards to Needle. He might have lied and told people that he beat me but I could look into his eyes and read his mind. There was no chance I would lose my shirt at a poker table playing against him.
So when I finally lost so many hands that I couldn’t keep track, I knew something was wrong.
I tried to relax the best I could but the whole incident with Graham was bothering me. Ghost knew it better than anybody else, even though he never said anything.
I kept to myself in the clubhouse before I couldn’t take it. I left to see if I could figure out what the fuck was going on.
I didn’t have any leads. All of the evidence at Graham’s place was locked up by the police. The abandoned building where he stayed was taped off with investigators swarming all over the scene.
The only thing I knew for sure were the places he circled on the map. And the one place that stood out more than the others was the Winter Cobras storage facility.
The Cobras were a club in Ivory that was just as infamous as the Reapers. Everybody in town knew who they were. When they saw that Cobra patch, they knew exactly what club it belonged to.
It was no secret that the Cobras had a storage facility. The place was a massive warehouse that took up a big spot in the center of town. They claimed it was for storing all of the things that belonged to the club. Spare bike and car parts. Extra equipment and supplies for their clubhouse. But everybody knew that they were up to some shady shit. The cops were too busy with other things and they never ha
d a reason to get a warrant so they could search the place.
If Graham had the place targeted and he had a vendetta against the Cobras, targeting the storage facility was a better idea than blowing up their clubhouse itself.
That shit was bothering me to no end. I couldn’t shake the fucking feeling. Even with Graham behind bars, something still felt off.
I got on my ride and headed toward the storage facility in the center of town. The sun was going down in Ivory with everybody out to get their evening started. I didn’t pay much attention to anything else and I arrived at the facility faster than I expected.
The place was nearly empty with a couple of vehicles parked outside. I parked a few blocks away so that nobody could see that I was there. As I looked at the facility in the distance, I realized what my next problem was.
I’m here. Now what the fuck am I gonna do?
The least I could do was warn whoever was in there. I made my way over to the storage warehouse and looked around until I found the entrance. I walked all the way around the massive building then got to the front entrance. I grabbed the door and tried to open it but it was locked.
“Shit… Nobody’s here…”
“You need some help, boy?”
I heard the voice and spun around to see who it belonged to.
Shit.
Shaved head. Tattoos up and down his arms and on his neck. Arms as thick as trees and a barrel chest. The man’s size didn’t intimidate me. I was never intimidated by another man. But the patch on his leather kutte was enough to tell me I was in a bad situation.
“I was just looking around,” I said.
“Looking around?” he said as he raised an eyebrow. “Looking around by going inside? What the fuck kinda business does a Reaper got at a Cobra storage facility?”
The motherfucker glared at me with his arms crossed. I knew I couldn’t reason with him. But I couldn’t start anything with him either. The last thing I wanted was to spark a war between two clubs that didn’t even like each other in the first place.
“Listen, I need to talk to a Cobra,” I said.
