by Kara Hart
I nodded. “ninety-eight percent pure.”
“Hmm. Well, maybe this will be a good thing for us. We can get their supplier contact. Eventually, I mean. And then we can build from there.”
“It ain’t about that, Bruce. This whole thing, it’s not a bad gig. I could care less if they keep their territory or not. We benefit either way. It’s just the fact that she’s a girl and she’s tryin’ to tell me what to do. This is about respect. Respect for Courage. Respect for me and you. Respect for the oaths we’ve taken. You can’t just go in a place and demand whatever you want. That just ain’t how it works.”
Bruce thought to himself for a second. “Well, when you’re right, you’re right. So we’ll throw in some clauses with this. We’ll make them work for it. If they want to keep their territory, they’re going to have to help us take away Darkhorse’s.” he laughed.
“So, a war with Darkhorse? Thought you said you weren’t into that idea.”
“Not a war. We use the Hell’s Wheels name to take the Darkhorse territory. Think about it. Some small crew is inching their way into Darkhorse’s land. They’re going to retaliate, but they won’t win if two crews are going against them.”
“What are you saying, Bruce? Spell it out for me.” I said. Was he really trying to wage war with them again? It hadn’t been that long since Bobby Farole died. Then again, I wasn’t complaining too much. I despised the Darkhorse faction. Loathed everything they stood for.
“I’m saying we beat them out with sales and product. We introduce Hell’s Wheels’ drugs into Darkhorse’s territory. The users like Hell’s Wheels’ shit because of how pure it is. Of course they’re going to want more, so we tell them they can only get it from Hell’s Wheels crew. We let them know that they operate only 5 miles south of this block. Then we steal Darkhorse’s customers, killing off their sales. It’s genius! Shit man, you made this sound like it was a bad situation to be in. Seems to be a good opportunity if I’ve ever seen one!” Bruce stood up and headed for the door.
“Bruce. This doesn’t seem right to me. What if an all out war breaks out? This could be worse than anything we’ve ever seen.” I said.
Bruce suddenly turned very serious. His eyes creased and he bit his lip. “Then we blame it on Hell’s Wheels. We had nothin’ to do with it. You hear me, boy?”
“Yeah.” I said, shaking my head. “I hear you. But don’t say I didn’t warn you.” And without a word, Bruce walked out of the room.
“Shit. What have you gotten yourself into, Rust?” I muttered out loud.
* * *
I thought for a long time about all of this and decided that it wasn't up to me. It was Bruce’s call to make. None of this would've happened if I hadn’t engaged that woman. Now she was seemingly running my business. Dammit, Johnny. You always introduce me to bad women.
In the back room of my club, the sound of the pumping bass coming from the dance floor thumped against the walls. This place was a lonely empire and most of the time, I was stuck here, by myself. I had to get away. I decided to head over to a different spot, the Hell’s Wheels’ “Magic 8” bar.
I pushed past the bouncers and proudly adjusted my vest. “Courage.” I proudly wore those words on my back and arm. It was branded into my skin. For life. Truth was, I came here for two things: a drink and a fight. Sure enough, as soon as I sat down, I got just that.
“Hey Bradley, get the fairy over there a shot of whisky, with love from his pals!” A man shouted at the other end of the bar.
I tightened my fist and called out, “Is there a problem, brother?” There was a group of them, maybe 4 or 5. I wasn't payin’ too worried. I could take them around the bend and back if they wanted.
“I wouldn't do that if I were you.” A voice said beside me. I turned to see none other than Jackie Matthews.
“And why is that?” I couldn't even bear to look her in the eye. I was a product of rage, and I sure as hell didn't back down from a fight. Still, seeing her now, wearing those jean shorts, it was hard to resist wanting to take her in the back and…
I shook the feeling off, remembering where I was. She said to me, “Just cool it. These people aren’t too fond of Courage. It’s like walking into the White House wearing a shirt with a Swastika. They don’t like you.” All the while, she was leaning forward, once again, and I couldn’t stop drooling.
“And that should make me scared?” I asked her, looking directly at her breasts. I had to admit, they were perfect.
“Look at me,” she said. “and listen for once. This isn’t about rivalries or disagreements. And it damn sure isn’t about your little pride. These men will kill you if you don’t wise up. Make peace with them or leave. That’s the only advice I can give you.”
I shook my head. The man at the other end of the bar flipped me off and started howling loudly with laughter. “What, are you staring at, chump? You want a piece of me?”
I smashed down my fist and looked at him fiercely. “I would crush you like an ant.” I said. The man walked up to me, full of anger and contempt.
“What did you just say to me?” I couldn’t help but laugh directly in his face. That, of course, is when all the trouble started. I don’t remember much, but I do remember his bottle crashing down against my face. Glass flew everywhere and I fell to the floor. Nothing broke my fall, except the hard wood and scattered peanut shells.
I fell into a foggy daze. There was movement all around me. Commotion and screaming. I could barely make out Jackie picking up a chair. Then I saw her swing it at the man. Then the man was on the floor, next to me. Only, he wasn’t doing as hot as I was. He looked about ten shades lighter. Not to mention, that his blood was spilling out on the carpet. I couldn’t help but smile before I dropped my head back down and passed out.
Jackie
The man was self-destructive. I mean, what was he doing wearing his gang’s colors on our turf? I couldn’t believe the guy. It was as if he would do anything possible to sabotage our agreement. He’d even sacrifice his life to do so.
“Why’d you come here?” I asked him, cleaning his wounds in my bathroom. I had a small, dingy apartment, but it was a roof. I’ve had worse.
“I’m a restless man.” he said. “Admittedly, I came here for answers.”
“Answers?” I poured some alcohol onto a cotton ball and rubbed it against the cut above his eye.
“Shit! Watch it, will ya? That stuff stings.” He was practically crying like a little baby. Finally, he answered my question. “Yeah, answers. Like why is it that you hate Courage so much? All we’re doing is helping you.”
I shook my head and poured him a glass of whisky. “Drink.” I said. He slammed it down and I poured him another. “You know why I hate Courage. I associate them with people like you. Hotheads. Lunatics. Big club owners and the like. In fact, your whole history has been tumultuous, not to mention completely dangerous. You’re a liability and it puts us all in danger. The feds are no doubt watching everyone because of you.” I said, feeling the pressure rise up inside me. Yeah, I was getting worked up, but it was for good reason. These bastards were essentially a large corporation. They needed some humility. They needed a female to set them straight. “You’re going to need stitches. This is a pretty bad cut.” I whispered, leaning against him.
“Now, wait a minute. You’re going to tell me that your men don’t participate in dangerous things? You’re joking, right? You guys waged an all out war against the Larkin Family back in the 90’s. How do you think you got the territory you own now? You guys were fuckin’ ruthless.” He laughed and grabbed a needle and thread out of my first aid kit. “I can do it. It ain’t the first time I’ve stitched myself up.”
“I haven’t forgotten those days, Rust. Every second of my childhood was spent living in fear. You’re not listening to me. This is a new era. A new world. We have to learn to work together, without all the violence. Anyway, it doesn’t matter anymore. The Hells’ Wheels are over. At least, how it used to be is. Besides,
you didn’t come to ‘Magic 8’ for answers.” she said.
“Oh yeah? Then enlighten me, babe. Why exactly did I come to your shitty bar?” He pressed the needle against the skin of his cheek and punctured through the wound. He wound the thread through and repeated until he reached the end. It looked like it stung, but he didn’t even twitch. No, instead he clenched his teeth, groaning as the wound was forced to close tighter and tighter. He tied the thread and cleaned himself up. “There we go.” he said, utterly relieved.
“You’re not going to admit it?” I asked him, leaning back in my chair. My shirt was tight around my breasts and I could sense he wanted to take control and assert himself. And yet, his pride made him hold back from doing what his body wanted him to do. Take me, use me. Complete me. There were so many things that I hated about him, but I still couldn’t help but feel that familiar tingling sensation come from between my legs as I watched his arms bulge against his shirt as he applied pressure onto his cut face.
“Admit what? I don’t know what you’re talking about. I came because you’re a pain in my ass, okay? That’s it. End of story. Drop it.” he said, denying everything. But I knew what he was thinking. I could see it in the reflection of his eyes.
I scooted my butt forward, cleaning more of his cut, until my lips were so close they were practically touching his own.
“You know, it’s too bad you won’t be honest with me. Maybe we could have found a way to work together.” He firmly placed his hand against my waist and smiled.
“What makes you think I’m not honest?” he asked me quite slowly. His breathing sped up and he gulped down as he gazed at my luscious body. He desired me. He needed me. He wanted to tear me apart. A girl could tell these things.
“Because you’re a shitty guy. You’re a liar, a thief, and a cheater. You like to play dirty.” I whispered, closing my eyes. I was trembling with anticipation.
He quickly flipped me onto my back, towering over me. “You’re right.” he said, grabbing ahold of my hips with both hands. “I came for you.”
“You did?” I found myself asking. He leaned forward and kissed me, biting down hard on my lower lip. I could taste the blood in my mouth. He grabbed both of my arms and pushed them up, past my head. I felt his tongue move against my own, sliding back and forth, back and forth.
The only way into a man’s heart is by his cock, and I knew that fully. If I was going to work with him, we were going to have to be a team. A real team. “Do what you want with me. I’m all yours.” I said, spreading my legs as his warm body pressed against me. I fumbled with his belt buckle, quickly opening the brass, while pulling the leather material through the loops in his denim. His pants fell around his waist, stopping at the spurs on his boots.
We were sloppy and I started kissing his neck, smelling his cologne, and running my warm lips down his chest. Kissing his navel, I looked up at him and smiled, with shining bedroom eyes and dark mascara. I wanted him to feel like a man, to take charge like a man. I wanted to be treated like a woman should, not a girl. If he wanted to punish me, now was the place and time.
“Oh, God.” he moaned as I pulled his throbbing cock out of his boxer-briefs. It was growing by the second, ready for me. I opened my mouth and stroked his rigid member, watching his satisfaction grow with each pump of my hand. And as soon as he closed his eyes and tilted his head back, I wrapped my thick lips around him, feeling every inch slide across my tongue.
“That’s right, baby.” he moaned, grabbing the back of my head. The truth was, I enjoyed a little roughness. I grabbed his hand and made sure he pushed my head down further, with more force. “You’re fucking incredible.” he managed to say, as he pulled my hair back into a ponytail.
“Now that we’re working together, I thought we could enjoy each other too.” I said, smiling. I ran my tongue up his shaft, pushing it against his navel. Then I went back down, lapping at his balls and taint, like every good gal should.
I was bending over in front of him, arching my back perfectly. All for him. His hand went down the smooth of my back, running his fingers around all my curves. I felt my legs tingle and my pussy was soaking fucking wet. Rust was a bastard. That much I knew. Only problem, I was a sucker for bastards.
“Touch me.” I whispered. I pushed my head back down and swallowed up his cock, feeling it hit the back of my throat.
“Fuck, baby.” he moaned. His hand grabbed the thick of my ass and he slapped down hard. With his other hand, he pulled my shirt down, over my large tits. They fell out, in all their glory, and he grabbed the fullness of their splendor. Pushing his head forward, he licked around my nipples, pressing both of my breasts together, suffocating his face. He was hungry for me, devouring all of my flesh.
“I want to eat you.” he said. “Like you’re my fucking dinner.” He pulled my hair back and I felt that odd feeling of pain mixed with pleasure rush through my senses. I was all his now.
“Eat me up…” I moaned, turning around for him. He spread both of my cheeks with his rugged hands and slowly tongued around the edges. With his mouth, he pulled, sucking on each lip, pulling on my labia. His mouth was warm and salivating, and he was grunting loudly like a wild animal. “Yes!” I screamed. “Just like that, oh my god!”
His tongue smoothed over my clit, massaging in circles. This was clearly not his first time, which was actually kind of surprising since most guys like him never went down on a woman. It was perfect. I pushed my ass back onto his mouth and felt his tongue enter me, spreading me apart. He inserted two of his fingers inside, curling upward. He began massaging my g-spot with his fingers.
The tingling sensation between my legs grew and grew. My wetness was running down the back of my legs. I couldn’t take it any longer. I needed him inside me. “I’m going to tear you apart…” he whispered in my ear. He tenderly kissed my cheek.
Finally, I felt the tip of his cock touch my hole, and it was throbbing with anticipation. “Fuck me.” I said, biting my bottom lip. He was huge and I knew this would be an experience I wouldn’t soon forget, so I braced myself for him. He pushed forward and we both moaned in unison as he pushed past my barrier.
He leaned forward and kissed my face. Then he grabbed my hips tightly, making sure I was fully his, and began thrusting. His groaning turned loud. “You’ve wanted me since you met me at the club, haven’t you?” he asked me, slapping my ass. “Admit it. I’m more of a man than any of the guys in your crew, aren’t I?”
“It’s true, Rust. You’re the baddest biker in this town. I need your cock like I need oxygen in my lungs!” My ass was red from his hand. I felt my skin prickle with pleasure. Goose bumps formed around the back of my legs and neck.
“Beg for it then.” he said, smiling to himself.
“I need your cock!” I said, playing his game. He wrapped his leather belt around my neck and this is where things got interesting for me.
“More.” he demanded.
“It’s not tight enough!” I cried. He underestimated me. I called for a little more punishment than that. “You think I’m some fragile girl or something? Pull it tighter.”
“I guess I was wrong about you.” he said. “I guess you’re a real woman, huh?” He tightened the belt around my neck and as soon as he did, I pushed my ass back onto him, forcing him as deep as he could go. He pounded me, faster and faster, with as much force as he could give me. His hands felt around my flesh, pulling at my nipples and cupping my breasts. His tattooed hands reached into my mouth and I began sucking on his fingers. I was his. Yes, I was his.
He grabbed my chest and stomach and forced me on top of his masculine body. “I want you to ride me, baby. I want to see you squirm.” I ran my small fingers across his ripped chest and abs, noticing his tattoos and the thick scars that inhabited his body. He was a true badass and I soon realized just how much he had probably gone through to be a Captain of the Courage MC. In my mind, they were still too huge to crumble, but I gained a little respect for them in that moment. It
was a tough crew to be a part of and I kind of admired him for it.
I soon began gyrating my hips and ass onto his cock. My pussy was dripping onto his own flesh, and I could feel that he was ready to burst. I began massaging my g-spot against his thickening shaft, sliding my clit across his pelvis. “Cum, bitch.” he said, smiling with a wink. Yes, I thought. Degrade me.
“I’m gonna fucking cum, baby.” he moaned loudly, pushing his cock upward. I slammed my ass down and rotated my hips from side to side.
“Me too.” I groaned. He pulled on his leather belt, forcing my head downward, close to his face.
“I own you now.” he said. “Nod if you understand.” I nodded, knowing full well that this was a turning point for us. An understanding. What seemed like absolute control actually meant that I now had a say in matters. It might have been crazy, but by the end of this, I swore I would bring Hell’s Wheels out of the dust. I swore that we would rise to our once-held glory. And we would be there, right next to Courage, fighting against anyone who dared to stop us. We wouldn’t be some Courage franchise. We would be our own crew, ready for anything.
“Cum for me.” I whispered right before my tongue slid around his, locked by our lust for sex and power. I sucked it back and smiled, breathing lightly against his ear. “Cum.”
As soon as I said the words, my body began to shake. My eyes were forced closed and the pressure around my neck sent me spiraling into a world of pleasure. My whole body was shaking and dripping, expanding and closing around his hard cock. I was thrown into the totality of ecstasy.
Then, he flipped me over onto my back and stared directly into my eyes. It was as if he was saying, “We’re in this together now. Whether we like it or not.” And at least we had this.
I felt his cock grow to an unimaginable size. His head thickened and pumped, as he thrust himself inside of me and stretched open my walls. His muscles bulged and his body was strained. This was it. “I’m … cumming!” he announced, holding me close to him. The smell of his cologne and bike fuel was stimulating and familiar.
