Satan's Sinners MC 02: Quiet Country

by Colbie Kay

  "Brother, who you fighting tonight?"

  "Dodger, I think."

  "Good match up," I tell him. "Make sure you avoid that right hook."

  "Yeah, thanks Bear. Are you going tonight?"

  "Fuck yeah! I wouldn't miss this one, it looks like it's gonna be a good fight.” I give him a pat on the back as I walk over to the bar to get a shot.

  A few hours later, we all get on our bikes and head out. When we get to the compound, we have to wait for a prospect to let us through the gate. We park our bikes and walk into the clubhouse. All my brothers and I order our choice of poison and go our separate ways. We’re not the only ones who come out to watch the fights: civilians, hang-arounds, and whores like to partake as well. The only reason civilians get to watch is because most of them are high society with high amounts of cash to throw away. They place bets, and they like to see the bloodshed, which in turn gets you more money if you play your cards right. Who’s gonna turn down fast cash, I sure in the fuck am not. I love my money and the more I can get, the happier I am. If the civilians can’t make the minimum bet, they can’t watch. We do the fights to get some aggression out, and they take place in the back of the clubhouse. There's no cage or ring, we just make a circle around the fighters. They go bare knuckle until someone either taps out or gets knocked the fuck out. I look over, see Deuce, Snake's VP, and walk over to him. “You takin' the bets tonight?"

  "Bear, good to see you man! You know it. You missed last week's. It was a great fight."

  "You too! Yeah, had shit to do. Heard Hacker fucked your boy up pretty good. What's the number tonight?"

  "Yeah he did. Five large."

  Giving a whistle I say, "Alright, five on Hunter." I pull my money out and hand it to him.

  "Good luck,” he says as I'm walking away.

  I find Hunter and give him some tips. "Watch his right hook, and that fucker is fast on his feet, but he's got a jaw made of glass. If you can land a solid, he'll go down. Protect your face and body, he likes to do combos."

  "Thanks, Brother."

  "No problem. I got a good chunk of change ridin' on you tonight."

  With that I walk off and take my place in the front row of the circle. Everyone makes room to let the guys through.

  Snake comes in. "Alright, boys, you know the rules. Fight goes on until someone taps or is knocked out." They both give nods.

  “Fight!” Snake moves to join the crowd. Hunter and Dodger circle each other. Dodger comes in first, trying to put all his weight into a single punch. Hunter goes left, avoids the hit. Dodger throws a punch into Hunter's stomach, and he stumbles back with the force, but recovers quickly. Dodger comes in with quick jabs to the nose, making it bloody. Hunter moves to the right then he sees his opening, throwing a hard punch to Dodger’s face and connecting with his jaw, just like I told him. Dodger goes down, but he’s not out yet. Hunter jumps on him, throwing fist after fist and blood’s flying everywhere. Dodger tries to get Hunter off, but it doesn’t work. Hunter is quick with his fists, and Dodger finally quits defending himself, he’s out. Storm, the Cobras' Sergeant At Arms, comes in, calling the fight. I walk up to Deuce to get my money and when he hands it to me, I fan through it. A good thirteen g’s I made in a couple of minutes.

  After the guys get cleaned up, the music starts booming throughout the clubhouse and everybody gathers inside to celebrate or sulk. Getting drink after drink, I look around the room, watching the guys from both clubs start picking their whore for the night. Others get on the pool tables for a game, betting more money. The one thing this clubhouse has that we don't is a stripper pole. One of their girls jumps on the little make shift stage and starts dancing. Some of the Cobras got their Ol' Ladies here, so they’re keeping them close, dancing or just talking with others. It's a good time, but I don't wanna see any of this shit. I'm missing Jacey. I go sit at the bar, order another drink, and pull my phone out, writing her a text. I’m a little fucked up when I press send.

  Bear: Got a song for you.

  Jacey: What’s that?

  Bear: The Fray, Over My Head.

  Jacey: U trying 2 tell me something?

  Bear: Just thinkin' bout u.

  Deuce walks up to where I’m sitting at the bar, and takes a seat next to me. "You made a good bit of cash tonight." I look at him, not hearing what he said.

  "Huh?"

  "I said you made a good bit of cash tonight. What pussy has you all spaced out like that?"

  "You watch what you say. She's not like the whores 'round here."

  "So it is a chick?" He chuckles. "Only a man in love would look and act like that."

  "Act like what?"

  "Defendin' her, keepin’ you in your phone. You got a faraway look to ya."

  "It's not love, we're just fuckin'. Besides, I've only known her for a week."

  "Yeah, you keep tellin' yourself that, doesn't matter how long you've known her. So who is she?"

  "Hanger's Ol' Lady’s best friend. Her name's Jacey."

  He gets a strange look on his face. "Jacey, huh? Been a long time since I heard that name."

  "What's that fuckin' mean?"

  "Shit, nothin' man. Have a good night. My son Crawler's over there, gotta go." He gets up and walks away, and I leave not too long after that. When I get back to the clubhouse, I can't quit thinking about what Deuce said, so I pull my phone out and text her again.

  Bear: Hey u know anybody from the Cobras?

  Jacey: It’s the middle of the night.

  Bear: Answer.

  Jacey: Idk don't think so.

  Bear: K nite.

  Jacey: Nite.

  Over the next couple of weeks, I haven't seen Jacey. I’ve been working on my truck a lot and dealing with club shit. We text a lot and when I sent her that song, I guess it started something. Now about every night we send a different one to each other, and she sends me her’s first tonight.

  Jacey: Saving Abel's Sex Is Good.

  Bear: U trying to tell me something now?

  Jacey: Can't sleep.

  Bear: Is that an invite?

  Jacey: Kinda, miss u.

  Bear: I know I'll be over in a lil.

  Jacey: I'll leave the door unlocked.

  An hour later, I park my bike next to her car and walk up to her door. Turning the knob, I find it unlocked just like she said. Shutting and locking it behind me, I walk to her bedroom. She must have fallen asleep waiting for me. I see her breathing is even and shallow, so I take everything off except my boxer briefs and climb in beside her. I've never slept in a bed with a woman, it's always been just us fucking and then she or I left. Tonight I'll give her one of my firsts that's still intact. I pull her to me, place her head on my chest and get her arm around me. I stare at the ceiling and run my hand through her long brown hair until my eyes get heavy and I fall asleep.

  Since the night I stayed with her, we've been seeing more of each other. She’s wanted to keep what we’re doing a secret, and I've went along with it until now. I'm done with that shit. I want her to be mine and I want every fucking body to know it. Today is the Fourth of July BBQ that Chatty wanted to have, and Crazy Girl is helping her set up everything. She is gonna make one fine First Lady, but my eyes wander to my Lil Mama. She’s feisty and stubborn as hell. She has me all twisted up and I don't think I can get her out of my system even if I wanted to. We text constantly and I see her when time allows it. The pussy is unreal, I've never had anything like it. She’s just fucking perfect, and I want her to be mine, but I don't know how she is gonna take that. The fireworks are about to start when she walks up to me. "Hey, Bear."

  "Lil Mama."

  "You want me to watch the fireworks with you?" she asks, with that beautiful smile.

  "Yeah, Lil Mama. I gotta ask you somethin’.” She gets this nervous look on her face, the smile fading, as she gives me a tight nod. "We’ve been doin’ this back and forth shit for a while. We kept quiet but I don't want to anymore. Will you be mine? Let me call you mine and let
everybody know?"

  She starts frantically shaking her head no. "I can't do that Bear. I already told you, I like what we’re doing. Don't try to change it on me now. Why can't you just fucking let it be?"

  "Goddamn it, Jacey, because I’ve got real feelings for you! I don't want it to stay that way because you aren’t just a fuck to me anymore!”

  "Jesus, Bear. I can't! I thought you understood that."

  "So what is this, just a good fuck until some fancy ass prick comes along that you think is better for your princess ass?" I'm getting pissed. What the fuck is her deal?

  "Bear, I’ve told you! Don’t call me a fucking princess! Goddamn you!"

  "No, you know what Jacey? Fuck it! I'm done!” I can't. I can't do this with her anymore.

  "Bear!”

  "No, Jacey, take your fuckin' princess ass somewhere else! I said I was done."

  "You want it to be like that, then fine! Fuck it." With that, she walks away and I go into the clubhouse, to my room. Fuck, she pisses me off. She gets to me like nobody ever has, and I know she feels the same way I do. When we’re outside of the clubhouse she shows it, but once we are here, her guard goes up. She builds walls that I can't fucking break down. I can't do this shit with her anymore. I’venever been like this with a woman, and this is why I never wanted love or relationship bullshit.

  Chatty had Hanger call in a couple of our other chapters for the BBQ. It was a good thing too because now that we’re all together we can discuss this Grimaldi shit. After church this morning, we went to the Cobras' compound to let them know the plan so far for the Italians. When we got back to the clubhouse, I went straight to my room, slamming the door shut. I'm still fucking pissed at Jacey, and everybody knows to leave me the fuck alone, they just don't know why. I pull out my phone and see my light flashing, letting me know I have a new text. It’s from Jacey, saying she’s sorry so I text back.

  Bear: Yeah 4 what?

  Jacey: For making you feel like you aren't good enough.

  Bear: I don't get it.

  Jacey: Get what?

  Bear: Why you close up at the clubhouse why you're so guarded.

  Jacey: I can't talk about it.

  Bear: Fuck Jacey!

  Jacey: There are things I just won't talk about.

  Bear: You got to eventually Lil Mama or they will destroy you.

  Jacey: I just can't gotta go.

  With that I close my eyes and fall asleep, exhausted from the day and that psycho ass woman.

  One week later, I fucking miss her. God dammit, I can't fucking help it. I told her I was done, but I swear to Christ, her pussy is platinum. Making myself look like a fucking pussy, I head to her apartment, and I know she’s here because her car was in the parking lot. I knock on her door, and when she opens it, fuck me, she looks good. She has on fucking tiny blue sleep shorts, paired with a thin blue and white tank. She narrows her eyes at me. "What are you doing here?"

  "I wanted to see you,” I say, giving her a half grin.

  "You said you were done."

  "I know." I walk up to her, backing her into the apartment. When we are far enough inside, I close the door and flip the lock.

  "You shouldn't be here."

  “I had to see you." I grip her waist, bringing her hard and fast against my body. I take my free hand, putting my finger under her chin to bring her face up to mine. "Couldn't stay away,” I tell her. Her eyes close and her breath deepens, so I take full advantage and bring my lips to hers, giving her a slow tender kiss, tangling our tongues together. I lift her up and carry her to the dining room table, sitting her down on top of it.

  "Bear, we can't do this,” she says, trying to fight against it.

  "I gotta have you, Lil Mama. Gotta get in that sweet cunt. Can't think of nothin' else." I pull at the bottom of her top and bring it over her head. "Lift up.” She does as she's asked, giving up the fight because she can't resist me either. "Good girl,” I say, as I pull down her shorts. I lean in, licking at the skin of her neck, she tastes so fucking good, always smelling like fucking strawberries. I reach around and undo her bra, releasing her perfect full tits, and take one hard nipple into my mouth, flicking and sucking it. I move over to the other, showing it the same attention. She lets out a moan and it makes my cock harder than it already was. Hearing the little sounds coming from her is so fucking sexy, it drives me insane. I kiss down her belly, ripping her lace panties from her body. “I'm gonna taste this sweet cunt of yours now." I grip her thighs, bringing her to the edge of the table, and I drop to my knees so her pussy is right in front of my face. Needing just that one taste, I lean in giving her one good stroke of my tongue front to back. I run my hands from her ankles to her thighs, placing my fingers on her lower lips, and spreading her wide open for me. Before I start slowly lapping at her, torturing her by barely letting her feel my tongue, I lay it flat against her cunt, and put just the right amount of pressure to have her begging for what she wants.

  "Bear, please,” she begs.

  "Tell me what you need,” I say against her hot slick pussy.

  "I need more. Please give me more."

  "Who’s the one that makes you feel good? Who’s the only one to give you what you need?"

  "You, Bear," she starts panting. "Only you. Please make me cum." That’s exactly what I wanted to hear. Applying the pressure she needs, I lick her clit until I have her body shaking. "Bear, yes!” I place two fingers inside her, curling them, rubbing her g-spot. My other hand runs up her body until I'm pinching and pulling at her hard little nipple. Giving it to her just the way she likes, she starts thrashing on the table. I feel her tighten around my fingers, I know she’s close. I keep licking her, but pull my fingers out. I stick my pinky inside her, letting it get wet, then pulling it out. I let her nipple go, bringing my hand back down to her pussy spreading her open once again. I softly put pressure on her asshole, making slow circles with my wet finger. Her moans grow louder then I slowly start to push in as I see her tense up. "Bear?" she questions.

  "Trust me, baby, it's gonna feel good. Just relax."

  She does as told, so I go back to licking and sucking on her clit. I slowly keep pushing in further with my little finger, and Jacey starts screaming in pleasure, just like I knew she would. She goes back to thrashing on the table, she’s close, and I continue working her clit some more. I slide two fingers into her pussy, working them in and out of her, along with my pinky in her ass.

  "Jacey, let go Baby. I got you." Soon she's clawing at my arms, and arching her back.

  "Fuck, Bear! Oh! God! Yes!" I don't give her time to come back down.

  I get my jeans down around my ankles, slide a condom on, and line up to her, pushing hard and fast into her tight wet heat, hitting her sweet spot inside that lights her on fire. I'm pounding into her when she sits up, taking my cut and beater off. She starts kissing my chest.

  "Lil Mama, you grippin' me so fuckin' tight. You’re close again, I feel it. Fuckin' let go."

  She does exactly that as she bites down on my chest, claws at my arms, and calls out my name as she comes again. I'm right behind her, grunting and growling out her name into the hair that's covering her neck. I pull out, and go to her bathroom to clean myself off with a warm washcloth then I run one under hot water for her. At least I know she can't dip out when we’re at her place. I carry the washcloth to her, and she’s laying on the table still trying to catch her breath. I run it between her legs, cleaning her up. She has an unusual look on her face. "Jacey, what's wrong?"

  "Huh? What? Oh nothing." She gives me a lazy smile, but I know it's fake.

  "Jacey, talk to me."

  "There's nothing to talk about."

  "Then why do you seem distracted?"

  "Bear, it's just work. I’m fine."

  "What the fuck ever." Why does she always have to do this bullshit?

  "Are you fucking kidding? Don't 'what the fuck ever' me." She points to me saying, "You are the one that came over here."

  "
I swear to Christ, there is somethin' seriously wrong with you. You’re fucked in the head."

  "It's time for you to leave." What the fuck is wrong with this goddamn woman?

  "You wanna be like that, fine.” I shake my head at her.

  "I came over here because I fuckin' missed you, god-dammit. Keep runnin' Jacey! It's what your good at, right? I hope you find what you’re lookin' for and he can treat you like the little fuckin' princess that you are."

  I get my clothes back on, continuing, "You are un-fuckin'-believable! You play all these games! What is it, ‘let Bear make me cum then I'll throw him out like the trash I think he is’? You have no fuckin' idea who I am Jacey."

  I see tears slide from her eyes, but I can't bring myself to care right now. I slam her door shut and don't look back.

  A couple of days after I left Jacey's apartment, I'm out in the garage at the clubhouse putting new custom head lights in my ’87 Chevy pickup. I got Marilyn Manson's The Dope Show playing. I have my head under the hood when I feel hands slide up my bare back. I know those fucking hands and they’re not the ones I wanna be feeling. I turn around, and sure enough, it's Morgan.

  "What do you want?"

  "I wanna show you a good time. You've been out here working so hard on your truck,” she purrs at me, trying to be sexy, but it's not, not anymore.

  "I don't have time for you, go on back to the clubhouse."

  She runs her hands up my chest. "Come on, Bear. I miss you. First Hanger, now you? Just let me give you a little something." Her hands are at my jeans, trying to undo them, when I hear her.

  "What the fuck is this!?" I push Morgan off of me and turn to Jacey.

  "I can explain, it's not what it looks like,” I tell her, trying to defend myself.

  "Oh yeah?! I think it’s exactly what it looks like. And fuck you very much for that." She flips me the bird, then turns to leave.