Outlaw's Obsession

by Nicole Snow

  “I'm sorry, Rabid, I'm so sorry. I couldn't let you kill her. I had to do her myself. I had to feel her blood and watch her go white after what she did...”

  “You did good, baby. There's nothing left to explain. Shit, you even saved us some time.” I paused, planting a slow, full kiss on her forehead. “We're done here. Let's go home.”

  We all cleaned up. Once with the Klamath boys, best as we could, and later that evening at our clubhouse. Soon as we got to Redding, we hit the shower. I undressed her and washed the blood off, taking my time in the shower.

  She was tired. I expected her to clean up and crash in my old bed before we went back to her place later. I didn't expect to feel her hand wrapped around my cock.

  “Baby, what the fuck you doing?”

  “Shhh.” She hissed it long and low, drawing her lips up to mine. This kiss went right to my guts and exploded, hot like a shot of warm whiskey after riding in the cold. “Just fuck me, Rabid. I need you inside me.”

  Her hold on my cock tightened. Strange and totally unexpected. Killing does strange things to a man's head, and apparently to a woman's too. Fuck if I was gonna deny her.

  Hot blood throbbed in my veins, circling down to the hard, ready flesh pumping in her hand. I rolled my hips one time, fucking her fist, groaning against her neck.

  The animal inside me ripped right through his cage. I was either amped up from watching our tormentors die, or maybe I was desperate to fuck her 'til I forgot all about that shit. She squealed with surprise and delight as I grabbed her, pushed her against the wall, and forced her hands above her head.

  Christ, I'd never get tired of that ass. I watched it bob as the water rolled down it, rubbing my dick in the snug crevice where her cheeks met. One hand fisted her wet red hair, and the other I reached around her thigh, plunging two fingers into the hotter wetness between her legs.

  She jerked against me and moaned.

  So fucking wet. So fucking ready. So fucking wild.

  “I love you, babe. You know that?” I hooked my head around, raking my stubble against her soft cheek, locking my tongue with hers.

  Oh, fuck. My fingers slipped out, ordered away by my cock.

  I had to have her right now, or I was gonna go off like a bomb right there in the shower. My body pushed against hers, flattening her to the wall, and I pushed into that hot, sweet heat. She gasped pure pleasure when I slid deep, tapping her womb, holding myself in the fiery silk I was about to own.

  “I love you too,” she whispered when I finally let up on her mouth.

  “I know you do, baby. Now, fuck me like a lover.” I drew back and thrust in, loving the way her soft curves rocked against my hard muscles. “Fuck me like this is the first fuck of the rest of your life. Fuck me like you're dying to get my come inside you. Fuck me like you know we just came back from the brink of death – because we did.”

  She pursed her lips, showing her teeth, and hissed as I drove inside her harder. I kept it good and slow, making her do the work, growling when her hips began to move against mine. This was a slow build like a pot starting to boil.

  We'd both come our brains out – exactly what we needed to forget the shit that happened in Klamath. I growled, thrust harder, every time I thought about those fuckers we'd killed tarnishing her brain. I wanted every part of this girl to belong to me. Me – nothing and nobody else – even the thoughts in her own rosy red head.

  Her hips were bucking back against mine more feverishly, feeding the tempo in my blood. I let out a growl, reached for her nipple, and squeezed.

  I could never do the slow and sensual shit very long. The only love I'd ever know was raw, real, and deep as fuck. Didn't take a damned thing away from the pounding in my heart, that thick fiery feel of lust mixed with nothing else I'd ever felt for a girl 'til Christa.

  Love. Sticky, wet, and burning.

  My hips sped up. I rocked her right into the wall, gliding through her wetness, filling her completely. We fucked so hard my balls swung up and smacked her clit. She groaned, edging closer, begging me to bring her to that blazing white place where there was nothing to worry about but twitching muscles and brains licked in flames.

  “Oh...oh...oh my God.” I grinned, watching her fingers curl on the hand she had planted against the wall. She'd come soon, and I wanted it to be hard as fuck. “Rabid!”

  Hearing my name, I thrust like a fucking maniac, pounding her into the tile, trying to hold in my load for just a few seconds longer. Wasn't easy – not with the way my woman's ass rippled each time I drove balls deep.

  Her pussy constricted around me a second later. Rhythmic waves of pure, tempting velvet surrounded my dick. Calling me home, calling me to let go, hounding me to shoot my seed where it belonged.

  “Fuck! Hold on, baby, I'm coming with you.”

  She arched her back and screamed as my load tore loose. I plowed through her convulsing pussy and held my dick deep, spitting hot fire into her, branding her from the inside-out. I swear to fuck my toes tried to curl like hers I came so hard, twitching head to toe.

  Every muscle flexed, bathed in heat, pooling their energy to hurl my come into her body.

  This was the alpha and the omega of fucking right here. Only thing better would be breeding her. We'd get there one day. I'd flush her pills down the toilet and fuck every drop of white I could into her womb the day she said she was ready for a kid.

  For now, we fucked to heal instead, riding a wave of white lightning. My nuts were down to dry spasms when it was over, and they still didn't want to stop. I wanted to empty everything I had in this woman 'til she didn't have a single molecule that wasn't owned by me.

  I drew outta her and watched my come slide down her thigh. My jealous brain forced me to cup her pussy. I thumbed her clit, pushing what was left back inside her, burying a piece of me in that perfect cunt.

  “You feel better, baby?” I asked, nipping at her earlobe.

  She squirmed and moaned, turning to face me. “You know I do. I was worried about you. I thought they really hurt you back there...”

  I shook my head. “Fuck no. I got off light. A few sick bruises tomorrow and maybe a hairline fracture or two somewhere. I've had worse like those busted ribs I told you about in the past. I played dumb and weak so they wouldn't kill either one of us before we killed them.”

  She laid her head on my chest. Wasn't hard to tell the girl wasn't real interested in the fine logistics of war, and I didn't blame her one bit.

  Soon, we'd step outta the shower and lay down 'til we could hold our eyes open without that exhausted burn surrounding them. Sleep sounded good.

  Then I'd make sure her shit was sorted out forever, starting with a proper brand going on her.

  We crashed at her place for the next three days. We slept and fucked and ordered all kinds of takeout.

  I only left for a few hours, headed for the clubhouse to debrief with my brothers. The Prez was confident the boys he'd left living in Klamath would be able to give the club a clean start. Underneath the very careful eye of our own charter and Portland, of course. We'd keep those sorry fucks in line so they never defied us again.

  We all sat around the table, Blackjack at the head, one hand on the bear paw serving as his gavel. “It's been a long, tough road, brothers. And we're only halfway home. We can't say we've got a clean slate 'til the cartel's been pushed back over the border where they belong, and we've got good, solid charters all the way from Redding to San Diego. This state's Grizzlies territory, dammit. Never forget it. Don't let it outta your sight 'til it's a reality again.”

  Everybody nodded solemnly, myself included. There were more battles to be fought. We were finally beating the Mexicans, but they had a lot of tricks up their sleeves, a lot of blood to spill before they went home quietly.

  “All right. Now's the time to lay down less important business if you've got it,” Blackjack growled, looking us over one-by-one.

  My turn to raise my hand. Brass nodded. He knew what was comin
g because I'd talked to him about it before church. Blackjack looked at me and motioned with his hand.

  “Let's hear it.”

  “Prez, you talk a lot about clean slates, and we're all behind you. You know the only long-term path for this club is building more legit shit and letting the black market shit slide. I know we can do it too. The Devils did – and friends or not, we're ten times the men those fucks are.”

  Brothers laughed. The MC a few states over might be our allies now, but we still got our friendly jabs in. Talking shit outlasted slinging bullets.

  “That place we bought off Bear Mountain road's been in limbo for more than a month. I think it's time we put it to good use – how 'bout a full service bar with girls? We can make it our kinda bar, something everybody riding a hog up Highway Five will wanna hit to wet their whistles.”

  “You had me at the chicks,” Asphalt growled. “I'm always up for another place to get my dick wet. Fucking in the clubhouse all the time gets old.”

  “Shut the fuck up, brother,” Brass chimed in. “We keep our whores and tramps here. The city will yank our shit in a second if we think about letting our strippers fuck around for money. Rabid's right – it's all about making money legit. We gotta keep our noses clean to do that. They'll flash their tits and serve drinks, but nothing else.”

  Roman looked at me. “I like it. We'll have the manpower to keep shit in line as soon as the cartel's broken.”

  Blackjack shook his head. “It's a good idea, son. We'll revisit it in a few months. Right now, we need every man we can spare making sure our neighbor charters stay in line. We've got everybody else pulling double duty to keep the cartel fuckers off our backs. Managing a place like that's a full time job. Shit, we don't even have time for interviews with outsiders right now.”

  “What if I've already got the perfect gal in mind?”

  “Gal?” Asphalt's eyes shot up and he snorted. “Oh, fuck. I see where this shit's going. You wanna put your new old lady in charge after she almost got you killed.”

  I gave him the evil eye, but I didn't deny it. “That's the plan. Christa's come a long way. She's done this gig once with the nasty fucks up in Klamath, and it only failed because they drove the other customers away with their shit. Think about it. If we can build some good cred with other clubs passing through for a drink, maybe we won't have to keep eyes in the back of our fucking heads all the time. We'll be able to fight anything south one hundred percent.”

  “It'll give us a chance to scope out anybody who wants to fuck with us before they get the drop too,” Roman said.

  Blackjack looked torn. Holding the bear claw, he turned it over in his hand, as if he could feel how many lives and fates had been decided by that thing.

  “Fuck it. I'm going to allow this. A club gets nowhere without taking some risks. As long as everybody here around this table's in one piece, we can afford a few.” The gavel came down hard. “We'll get the renovations started next week and see about the licensing shit. If all goes well, we can have it up and running by fall. Don't tell me anybody's gonna insist on a vote, because the yays clearly have it.”

  I looked around the room, trying to hide my shitty grin. Brass and Roman were pleased. Asphalt and old Southpaw looked ambivalent. Stryker and Beam were neutral – the smart choice for prospects still trying to earn their patch.

  “Congratulations, son.” The gavel hit the table again. “Tell your girl she's the proud new manager of our latest, greatest titty bar. I'll talk to her more about it in person at the party next week.”

  “You got it, Prez.” I sat back down and Brass slapped my back, grinning ear to ear.

  He was trying to reel me into the life of a settled man with an old lady like him, stable and sticky sweet. Fuck if I didn't find myself liking it. Couldn't tell if I was getting old or just too deep in this lovestruck shit.

  I never thought going out for rides and drinks with our girls on the weekends would sound better than soaking myself in whiskey while railing two whores. It did.

  Later that evening, we were at the tattoo parlor. The place was friendly to the club, just a few short blocks from the empty building I was dying to show her.

  The needle gun hummed in the corner. I sat a few feet away, listening to that sound, trying to think about nasty and ugly shit so my dick wouldn't bust right through my pants. I knew there was no holding back the wood when I saw the final product.

  It took the skinny freak inked from head to toe another half hour to finish. When it was done, he stepped aside, and Christa sat up. Her face was bright red, scared and proud all at once to show me the thing I'd been waiting for.

  The dark ink hugged the spot on her low back, just above her ass, right where I'd always imagined it.

  PROPERTY OF RABID, GRIZZLES MC CALIFORNIA.

  A wreath of dark, tangled thorns surrounded it like an evil looking halo. They were locked together, twisted tight, same fucking thing we were gonna be tonight when this was done.

  “Here it is,” she whispered, sliding off the bench and walking toward me. “Hope you like –“

  Didn't give her a chance to finish. I ripped her off the floor and held her high in my arms before the words were even outta her mouth. “Baby, it's fucking beautiful. It's gonna look even better when your jacket comes in next week. I want you wearing that shit all the time and nothing else.”

  The freak in the corner laughed. I shot him a dirty look, but I was too damned happy to think about throat punching anybody for eavesdropping. Much less the man who'd branded her for me.

  My lips crashed on hers like an avalanche. I pulled her close, kissed her so fucking hard she moaned into my mouth. I considered grinding her clit through her pants right there – but not with the dude still watching us, pretending he wasn't while he cleaned up.

  Fuck. Even my kinda kink had limits. Some of these tattoo artists were real Freaks with a capital F.

  “Come on, baby. Let's take a walk while the ink dries. I got something I need to show you.”

  I took her by the hand and we headed out. The sun shined high and hot like a motherfucker, but it was the prettiest motherfucker I'd ever seen hanging in the sky. We covered the two blocks fast.

  Didn't realize how fast I was going 'til she begged me to slow down. The hell with that. I grabbed her and threw her over my shoulder, carrying her the rest of the way while she beat on my back and laughed.

  The girl's confusion only added to the sweet mischief seething in my blood when we got to the empty place. I plucked the key outta my pocket and undid the lock on the door, then walked her inside.

  “Rabid? Why are we standing in an abandoned building?”

  “It's gonna be your kingdom in a few months,” I said, taking a wide walk around the place. “Prez gave the go ahead for renovations today. Congratulations, babe. You're about to be the manager of the club's brand new bar – the one you should've had up in Oregon.”

  Her jaw dropped. She clenched her hands instead of running toward me like I expected.

  What the fuck?

  I stepped closer, sliding a rough hand up her shoulder. “What's up? Don't you like it?”

  “I do, Rabid. I really do. It's just that...I hadn't ever thought much about giving it a second shot. It's like a blow to the face. Management's a full time job too. I know that from the first time around, and this place looks a lot bigger than my little hole in the wall.”

  “Damned right,” I growled, eyeing the high ceilings. “You're gonna make it work like a stripper doing overtime. You'll have a good budget to start too. Obviously, this place needs to be profitable someday, but the club's got plenty of money to get you off the ground. No debts and no liabilities neither without an ownership stake. Not right away, anyway.”

  She sniffed, fighting tears. Finally, her soft hands went around me, hugged me tight.

  There went my cock again. That unruly fucker just wouldn't lay down when she was wrapped around me, even when it was supposed to be all tender and sweet. I'd fuc
k my dick stupid later for its shit.

  “I want to do this,” she said, beaming her bright green eyes into mine. “But I also want to keep tutoring.”

  Shit. I hadn't thought about that.

  “Oh. Fuck. I thought you were just doing that shit to make quick coin with Ed breathing down your neck.”

  Christa shook her pretty head. “No. I really like the kids I'm working with. I'm giving something back, helping them make sure they avoid the mistakes I made when I was young.”

  I slapped her ass. “You still are. Young enough to do whatever the fuck you want. Listen, we can work something out. I'll make sure the Prez gets somebody in as backup too for the times you want to take off and teach.”

  Her face softened. Then she laughed, and I was in high heaven.

  “Really? It's that easy?”

  “Yeah, it is. Whatever I say goes. You ought to know by now I always get my way. Doesn't matter how deep I gotta dive to get there. Long as you're my old lady, you're getting your way too. Whatever the fuck you want.” The last sentence was pure thunder, shaking my bones because I damned well meant it.

  “God, I love you!” she jumped right into my arms for the second time that day.

  We kissed and kissed for the next ten minutes, long as I could take without throwing her down on the gutted floor and fucking her right there. I didn't even give a shit about the pedestrians gawking at us through the windows as they walked by.

  They understood the Grizzlies MC owned this town. The club didn't keep a secret, and neither did I. When my lips were on hers, the whole world realized who owned this woman 'til he drew his last breath.

  IX: Learning To Accept (Christa)

  Blood was the price I paid for the most perfect week of my life. I couldn't wait to start getting set up for the bar in the autumn. No, scratch that.

  I could barely wait for anything these days. Living my life safe and free, being his old lady, tutoring the kids. The world was so bright and new it was almost overwhelming. I could've managed it easier, if only I could get a good night's sleep.