“That was internal,” the big guy said. “Personal matters. All resolved.”
“I had my best guys on that,” Nash said. “It wasn’t bloody by choice.”
“Police had been there all day,” the voice from the phone said.
“That’s okay,” Nash said with a laugh. “Who do you think is controlling them? Come on, man, we’ve been dancing around this for years.”
“Years,” the big guy said. “This is good, Peter. This is right. I can promise you that.”
“Promises,” the voice over the phone said. “They’re worth shit.”
“Not mine,” Nash said. “I’ve been in this for years. So have you. We may have walked different paths…”
“Cut the shit, Nash,” the voice over the phone said. “Just… we’ll talk soon. Let’s see how the night pans out.”
Nash pressed a button and the call ended. “Fuck Peter.”
“I agree,” the big guy said. “But everyone needs him right now.”
“I’ll figure this out. Thank you for being here. The muscle… that’s what’s lacking. Loyalty and muscle.”
I watched as Nash and the big guy shook hands.
I slowly walked backwards and stood there, staring out as the night swallowed up the day. I drank my beer fast and left the bottle on the table. Maybe I did it to leave a little sign for Nash. That someone was there. Maybe to get him to worry.
When I went back inside the clubhouse, the music was blasting, the drinks were flowing, and the entire aura of the place was more party than it should have been. We were constantly at war and if not managed, we were all going to be in trouble. We’d end up dead. The MC would be nothing but a memory. And Brocke would become a shit hole. An instant shit hole.
I got another beer, took two steps, then froze. I went for a second beer and then made my way to the bedroom. When I opened the door, there was nobody in the bed, but the bathroom door was slightly open with steam coming out. I heard the shower running and gave a nod.
I kicked opened the bathroom door and tore open the shower.
There she was - what the fuck was her name again? - and she turned and gasped. She cupped her breasts, a feeble attempt at showing some class.
“Layne…”
And that’s when her name finally came to me.
Rissa.
I held a beer out. “Have a drink, Rissa. We’re going to have a long night together.”
5.
(Talon)
I had her on the edge of the bed, on her knees, as she tore at my shirt. My leather cut was already on the floor. My jeans were opened and down to my knees. My cock was thick and stiff, her small hand already stroked it half a dozen times, gasping each time she ran her hand root to tip.
Her fingers clawed at my chest as I rolled my shirt up with one hand and dropped it to the floor.
“Holy fuck,” she growled and then started to kiss my chest.
I had to hand it to her. She was bold and wild. Definitely different than what I was used to. A nice distraction from all the bullshit lingering around.
Her lips and tongue were fast, kissing down my body, moaning each time her tongue flickered against my muscles. She wasted no time in going for what she wanted - my cock. Her right hand cupped the base of my cock as her lips kissed down to her hand. She then groaned and the tip of her tongue touched the top of my cock. She made a straight line right up my cock.
I groaned and let out a long breath.
Lexa then put her wild mouth right over the head of my cock and went to work. She slid down, taking me into her mouth. Her eyes strained, looking up at me. Her body was almost flat to the bed, bending her knees, feet in the air, still fully dressed. It was like she was just relaxing on her belly on the bed, but her mouth was full of me.
She pulled back, her hand sliding up my shaft now. She hurried and went right back down, taking even more of me into her mouth. I just kept my eyes down, appreciating this amazing sight. Her mouth was tight and warm, her tongue battling hard to move against the bottom of my cock, trying to coax me into coming quick.
Not a chance.
I knew how to control myself. When I was ready to go, I’d go.
But I wasn’t ready yet.
Lexa’s sweet mouth continued to move up and back on my cock. She started to pick up speed, daring herself to go more and more down. I started to thrust, adding a little extra. Each time I did it, she let out a moan, the warm feeling vibrating against my shaft. I hissed and took a breath, feeling myself wanting to let go.
I hadn’t even gotten to the best part yet.
I reached down and touched her head. Gently, my fingers dug into the back of her head and I pulled, bringing her even further down on my cock. I kept the pressure, curling my lip, wanting to test her threshold. Goddamn, she took almost my entire cock before her eyes shut and she looked ready to gag and scream. I slid my hand down her back and bent a little, lifting her shirt and sticking my fingers into the back of her pants.
Lexa let out a groan and pulled off my cock, stroking me as she collected her breathing. My fingers crept down around her bare ass. I cut between her cheeks and pressed, making her cry out and jump. My middle finger slid along her tight, forbidden hole and slipped right down to her wet, silky pussy.
“Oh, fuck,” she whispered as I sank the tip of my finger into her sweet hole.
I quickly pulled my finger out and left a trail of her own wetness up her ass and back as I took my hand from her pants.
“Get up here,” I growled and Lexa listened.
Before I could say another word, she stepped from the bed, her hand wrapped tight around my cock, pushing me back a couple inches. She then let me go and hurried to strip herself.
I had to give it to her, she knew her shit. She knew what to do, how to do it, and when to do it.
I wasn’t in the mood for any foreplay bullshit, taking one piece of clothing off at at time. Face it, I didn’t have the time for that in my life. I had time to fight and fuck.
Lexa had herself standing in nothing but a bra. I touched her shoulders and trailed down her arms. Such soft skin. She shivered and bit her lip. I could smell the wild desire pouring from her body.
“You don’t know the half,” I whispered. “But if this is what you want, tonight, then fine.”
My hands touched her waist and I pulled at her. I brought her close and bent my knees, my cock sliding between her legs. I felt her wetness running along the top of my shaft. One hand moved up her back and I unsnapped her bra. It fell forward and Lexa hurried to let it fall to the floor. Her tits were nice, a little smaller than my hands, her bra and shirt making them look a little bigger than they actually were. Her nipples were big and round, hard, looking delicious.
My hand stopped at the small of her back, my other cupping her ass. I lifted her up and walked the three steps to the bed. I put my knees to the bed and put her down on it. My mouth then came down and easily engulfed her left breast. When I did it, Lexa cried out. She clawed at the back of my head. Her hips thrust at me, her other hand grabbing at the sheets.
“Fuck,” she groaned. “Fuck…”
I rolled her nipple between my teeth, bringing her to another scream. I closed my mouth and pulled back, letting her breast go with a wet suckling sound. Lexa looked at me, blue eyes wide, her mouth hanging opening.
“You don’t get it,” she said. “How good it feels.”
“Oh, sweetheart, I fucking know,” I said. “I’m the one tasting it all…”
I brought my mouth down to her other breast and repeated the same thing. Tasting her soft, warm skin. My tongue swirling hard and fast around her nipple. I put my hand to her belly and felt how fast she was breathing. I inched down to her soft mound and kept going, my fingertips loving how wet she was. I found the hood of her clit and with one little flick of my finger she was thrusting and groaning again.
Her hand slapped at my ass, nails digging hard. I nibbled a little harder on her nipple, making her yell my name agai
n. She pulled, begging for my cock to be buried inside her.
This was the closest to teasing she’d ever get from me.
I pulled back on her breast and looked down at her. Her breasts were glistening from my mouth. Her soft skin red, nipples swollen from my aggressive mouth. I grinned and watched Lexa bite at her lower lip again. I put my right hand to her hip and pressed, holding her down to the bed. My other hand gently touched her cheek. Fuck me for being a little weak in that moment, but the woman had some kind of meaning to me for that moment - and that moment only. She was doing a fuck of a job at keeping my mind at bay.
I thrust down at her body, finding her eager hole and tearing her open. Nothing gentle about what I needed to do to her. I sank deep and hard into her. Lexa shot forward, bending up, trying to cry out but having no breath, it was nothing but dry gasps. I put my hand to the back of her neck and held her as I kept thrusting. I wanted to be deeper - deeper than any man had ever been or ever would be.
Lexa finally managed to gasp and cry out. Her mouth then kissed my chest and then she fucking went to my nipple. She tried biting at me, but I thrust hard at her again and she threw her head back, crying out again.
I eased her back down to the bed and kept fucking her. One hand on her breast, the other still at her hip, thrusting in and out of her. I pounded at her sweet and tender body, watching the sight of my glistening cock sliding in and out of her.
“Fuck,” I groaned, gritting my teeth.
Yeah, I was ready. I’d been ready from the second I saw her on my motorcycle with one leg bent, trying to be seductive and cool. But there was no room in my life for relationships. Not even hookups. Just fucking and getting the fuck out of my room and life.
I came forward harder, my body smacking against hers. Lexa made the entire thing crazier and she reached down and clawed at my waist. Her other hand slid down her body and touched her pussy. She pulled at herself, massaging her fingers against her clit as I continued to fuck her. She started to arch her back with almost convulsions as she shut her eyes and kept moaning.
I felt her start to come and had to battle through it. That wild warm and tight feeling, pulsing on me, holding me, wanting me to let myself go. Normally, I probably would have right then, but I liked the sight before my eyes. I liked the way Lexa couldn’t decide what to do next. Clawing at my ass, clawing at my stomach, sliding her finger harder against her slick pussy, or just going old fashioned by taking two handfuls of the sheets and arching her back.
When she arched her back, I made what I knew would be my final move as my hands slid to the small of her back. I held there and inched down until I had handfuls of her tight little ass. I lifted her and kept her there for my taking, my enjoyment. I thrust hard, fast, feeling my legs tighten and my cock thicken as it was really full. When I finally did let go, I thrust deep and held there, hissing each time my cock throbbed and spilled into her warm body. My thrusts were hard as I remained deep. It was only when I was done that I pulled back at her, but I wasn’t completely finished just yet. I kept going, kept fucking her. And she took it. Her back eased to the bed, her hands finding comfort at my legs, holding there, pushing at me when I got too deep inside her, everything slow and gentle.
I ended up grinning when I pulled completely out of her. I stepped from the bed and grabbed my jeans, putting them back on.
Lexa sat up in the bed and peered over the edge. “Where are my clothes?”
“Why?”
“Talon, I know how this works. You fuck me and then I leave. I get it. Trust me, I know about all this shit.”
My hands balled into fists as I stood there. Lexa definitely had my interest. Something about her was very intriguing. And it wasn’t just her tight body, little tits, and sweet pussy. Just the way she was honest and didn’t seem to have a worry in the world.
I reached down and grabbed the covers on the bed. I pulled them hard, forcing her to jump back or else she would have ended up on her ass on the floor.
She was on the edge of the bed, legs bent, together, trying to hide herself from me. Her knees covered her breasts, but the sight of slit was just beautiful. Certain times in life I wondered what it would be like to have a different job, a different path, a different life. This was one of them.
Then again, it was just a woman. It was just pussy. I had to keep that in mind. Pussy took down some of the biggest and toughest guys I ever knew. Getting your mind fogged and fucked would end up with you in prison or dead. Even though Devil Call MC controlled Brocke, we didn’t control everything. Federal shit could come down on us… and hell, there was plenty of local shit that could take us down, too.
“Get back on the fucking bed,” I said.
Lexa listened and kicked back. Still fucking naked. Still giving me a show.
I threw the covers at her. “Get some sleep. You’re crashing here.”
Lexa’s eyes went wide. I walked to the side of the bed and reached down and touched her left breast. My finger played with her nipple for a few seconds and then I touched her chin.
“We’re not going to fall in love,” I said. “We’re not going to do anything but fuck when I feel like it. You’re not going to live here. You’re not going to be a pain in my ass. I’m not going to save you when you fuck up. And when I tell you to get the fuck out, you leave. Got it?”
Lexa swallowed hard. She then nodded. “Got it, Talon.”
I curled my lip.
I turned and walked to the door. I opened it and Layne stood there. He glanced over my shoulder at Lexa, eyebrow raised.
“Nice,” he said.
“You should talk,” I said. “You know what you smell like?”
Layne laughed. “We have to talk, man. In private. It’s… it’s serious.”
6.
(Layne)
We were out on a ride when the first bullet zinged right by my head.
Sometimes we were challenged like men. Face to face, enemies waiting, ready to give time to talk things out before resorting to violence. Other times, it was just about getting our blood.
I looked behind me and saw three motorcycles approaching fast.
The first bullet had been a warning shot.
I throttled my ride and caught up to Talon, making sure he knew what was happening. Kind of hard to do when you’re going fast on a motorcycle and can’t actually talk. The second Talon looked back, he knew what was happening.
He cut to the right, I did the same.
He went off the road into the dirt, kicking up dirt and dust, and then cut to the right again. He drew his gun, I followed suit, and we were now going back toward the road.
All we could do was shoot.
So we did.
It was hard to keep the motorcycle from dumping as we bounced in the dirt. I just pulled the trigger on my gun, again and again, as the three motorcycles went by us. They all hurried to stop at the same time, turning. One of the rides went down on the ground.
Talon suddenly stopped and got off his motorcycle. He was always up for a fight. We could have left and talked this thing out, especially since I told him about what happened with Nash, that big guy, and the phone call with someone named Peter.
Talon didn’t care. He never cared. He swung first and rarely asked questions later. That was his style and way of survival.
I got off my ride and stood next to him.
I saw something moving as the dust started to clear and I shot my gun.
“Fuck,” Talon said.
I heard a yell and then saw a body stumbling toward me. He was holding his shoulder, his leg bloody, the side of his face matching his leg. He collapsed before me.
Now it was just two on two.
One of the guys looked very familiar. The height, the size, but he wore black sunglasses and a black bandana over his face. He was covered up good, meant to be hiding.
“Show yourself you fucking pussy,” Talon yelled.
The other guy wore a Los Ahn leather cut and held a sawed off shotgun in his han
d. He reached up and took off his sunglasses to show us his cold, dark, deadly eyes.
He lifted the shotgun and pointed it at me. “That was my cousin you just shot.”
“Tough loss,” I said.
“He’s not dead,” the Los Ahn guy said.
I pointed my gun to the body before me. “He will be…”
“Stop,” the tall guy said.
That voice…
“What the fuck is this?” Talon asked.
“Little warning,” the Los Ahn guy said. “Watch your fucking backs. Stay close to home.”
“Fuck you,” Talon said. “Put that gun down. Let’s figure this out the right way.”
Talon tucked his gun into the back of his jeans and put his arms out. He took a few steps and soon had the barrel of the shotgun pointed at his stomach. Christ, it made my heart race at how bold and stupid Talon could be sometimes.
I took one step and then felt like I was hit in the face with a metal pipe. One second I’m standing, the next second all I taste is blood and I’m on my ass. I felt like I had been blown up.
I heard a scuffle and yelling as I tried to regain my thoughts.
I looked up and realized the tall guy had smacked me with his gun, or fist.
The Los Ahn guy had Talon on his knees, beating him in the back with the sawed off end of the shotgun.
I did all I could by grabbing my gun and shooting at the tall guy’s leg. I popped him in the leg with a shaky shot, barely hitting him. But it was enough that he jumped back and yelled. That took attention off Talon long enough for him to get out of there. Or at least that’s what he should have done. But it was Talon. He grabbed for the shotgun and twisted it out of the Los Ahn guy’s hands. Talon kicked back and got to his feet, holding the shotgun. With a grin on his face, he pointed the gun at the Los Ahn guy and pulled the trigger. The chamber made a clunk sound and nothing else happened.
The Los Ahn guy started to laugh. “Like I said, it was a warning.”
Talon dropped the gun, frozen by the surprise of an empty weapon.
“Holy fuck,” I managed to say as the tall guy went over to the guy I had shot.
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