Speed

by Carson Mackenzie

  "I will, Prez," I said and watched three new bitches enter through the back, making their way across the room to the bar that was set up. "Fuck me, Stroker. I don't remember them the last time I was home."

  "Yeah, got a few new faces around. Daisy invited them. They're new from the strip club. A few of the girls that hang around the club are employed there too. Figured with a few of the visiting members staying we needed to round up a little extra flesh. Don't need the assholes complaining they weren't treated right in our territory," Stroker spoke as he watched Daisy work her way toward us.

  I barely heard Stroker as he continued to talk with me, my attention was on the new girls. First time today I'm sorry about having to leave in the morning, definitely would have liked to have gone to the club and watched the one strip down to nothing. But a private show would be all so much better.

  "Sure am sorry about Cutter, Speed. Stroker, how about I take your mind off today for a while?" Daisy said, moving in close enough me and Prez could see down her cleavage, which was pushing the max in the tight leather vest she sported with nothing under it while she rubbed her hand over Prez’s pant-covered cock.

  "Can't you see we're talking, dammit," Prez reached out, grabbing her hair, and pulled her up against his body. That's my cue to get the fuck out of the way, 'cause I refuse to stand there when he pulls out his cock and Daisy blows him.

  Daisy likes it a little rough and Stroker, well, not that I give a crap, but he’s known to like giving it a little rough too.

  "Sorry, let me make it up—" was all she got out as Prez pushed her to her knees, then looked at me and winked.

  Fuck, I’m not above taking a woman in the middle of the club with my brothers watching, but sue me if I don't want to see my prez's old ass thrusting his hips and sliding his cock in and out of Daisy's mouth.

  "Don't let me interrupt. I'm going over to the bar and see if I can't get in on some action of my own."

  "Uh…hear ya," Stroker grunted out as his head hit the wall when he threw it back as Daisy's head bobbed and she let out a moan. Oh hell, not going to be eating anything soon, so I headed to the bar and then I planned to bury my cock in the little auburn-haired newbie’s cunt, the one I saw walk in with the other two women, till the sun comes up and I have to leave.

  "Going to the bar. See you in the morning before I leave?" I asked, not expecting any of them to be up that early.

  "Wouldn't miss seeing you off, Speed." When I turned back at his words, he grabbed Daisy's hair, yanked her head back, then shoved his whole length in her mouth and told her to take it all. Yeah, definitely not going to eat and sure as fuck hope I didn’t just guarantee myself a few nightmares. Wonder sometimes how I survived growing up in the club. Then I smile, ‘cause they’re the reason we are the men we are today. Wouldn’t trade my life for any other.

  I leave Stroker getting his rocks off while I go see about acquiring some relief for myself. The women who hang around the club like dick and they're not ashamed to admit it. They get to party on the weekend and let their hair down. Who was I, or anyone else for that matter, to judge them, though there were quite a few who did, but then again, the women didn't care and neither did any of the members. Especially me and the brothers, we were the ones who reaped the benefits of their skills. Not going to catch our asses complaining.

  Cutter would have liked the turn out. Most people would frown on a party going on after someone died. Not us, it was a party representing how Cutter lived. How we all live. No mourning of death.

  As I walked across the room, I noticed Coast and Flirt chatting up the auburn-haired babe. I walked toward them and she glanced and set her green eyes right on me, then quickly looked back to the men and her friends who she was currently talking with.

  Yep, my relief was getting quenched for the night.

  I stopped beside Coast and Flirt, "Hope you don't mind," is what they heard as I bent down and threw my cock's entertainment over my shoulder and turned, taking my prize for the night. I could feel my friends’ eyes on my back.

  "Asshole, you are lucky we don't kick your ass. Maybe we had some plans for that one. Besides, we got here first, when we're done, you can have a go," Coast said and I turned back to him, which now the little thing I'd thrown over my shoulder clued in to what was going on since I caught her off guard with my move, started wiggling around on me until I just about dropped her. Me being the prick I am, I slapped her ass.

  "Be still," was all I said and squeezed a handful of soft ass, and started to rub her backside enjoying the squeal from her after I smacked her ass, the groan that followed when I moved said hand down the back of her thigh and back up, this time going under her tiny skirt. While I was feeling up my prize, I answered Coast.

  "Come on, bro, I head back in the morning. You know I can take your ass anyway so really, wasted breath on the threat. Anyway, I should at least get to sample the new goods before I leave," I knew and they knew she was going with me. My brothers just liked to cause shit when given the opportunity.

  "Yeah, Speed, have a goodbye gift. 'Cause when you get back to where you are going, you won't see pussy unless you’re into camels," Flirt said, frowning. I knew the frown wasn't for me but more for what he’s probably seen. Flirt would be heading back to his unit too in a few days.

  I nodded at Flirt, then spoke low enough the others couldn't hear, "It’ll be fine, Flirt, we all will, brother."

  Flirt turned back to the other women standing there and I knew that's his way of ending the conversation. I’m sure when we come back for good, our demons will follow us. They always do.

  My prize for the night decided she had had enough of this and began putting on quite the show, telling her friends they should be helping her. The only thing the other two women did was laugh, then in unison told her to go with it and enjoy herself, before they turned back to Coast and Flirt, and continued their talking, well, their rubbing up against the brothers.

  "Hold on, darlin'. Hope you are this fuckin’ feisty in bed. I love a challenge," I told my bundle as I turned and headed to one of the extra rooms for the night.

  "Uh…you didn't have to just grab me. Asking would have been nice," she actually pinched my ass.

  Fuck yeah, the snake wiggling in my arms had a little venom. And damn I hoped she was willing to share some of it.

  "Well, sweet cheeks, this is me asking, so hope you wasn't planning to leave, 'cause I need relief and you are going to give it to me." A moan escaped her as I continued to rub my hand up and down over her ass cheek, working it closer to the heat I could already feel radiating from her pussy.

  "You are a Neanderthal; you know that? Maybe if you had asked instead of just carting me off—" before she finished her statement, she smacked my ass with her little hand. It didn’t hurt, it felt more as if a feather hit my ass.

  But her feistiness had my cock pressing against my zipper and I took my hand off her ass to adjust myself as I continued to walk. When I placed my hand back on her thigh and ran it under the skirt, I made sure my finger grazed her core. That shut her griping and turned it into another moan. Holy fuck, I was trying to get her back when the move cost me a small portion of my sanity as my fingers slid through her already wet heat, the thong she was wearing wasn’t much of a barrier. Which for me worked out great, less to remove and the sooner I could sink my cock in.

  Damn, I don't remember the rooms being that far from the main room. Every little wiggle of her ass and the soft moans was bringing me that much closer to blowing. Something I haven’t done in my pants in a long ass time.

  Reaching the door, I turned the knob, walked in, then slammed it behind us. No sooner than I set her down, I was on her and we tumbled to the bed.

  Well hell, maybe the fifteen-year-old boy was still living inside me by the finesse of that move.

  I woke, stretched, reached down and rubbed my morning wood, then flinched. The fucker was sensitive, but not that sore. I rolled over with the intention of taking care of the problem on
e last time before I had to get ready to leave but instead, I hit cool sheets. She was gone. Normally this wouldn’t have been an issue but hell, last night had been one of the best fuck fests and knowing it'd be a while before I got to enjoy a night like that again with any woman, sucked.

  No sense in complaining about it though, I should actually be thrilled I didn’t have to push her out the room. I’d hit it, then hit it some more last night and into the early hours of the morning, and now she was gone, it played out just like I liked my fucks to go.

  Get in, get out, and then move on to the next. Never a commitment.

  Didn't take me long to get my shit together and head to my dad and mine’s place, well, I guess mine now. The place I grew up and hopefully, the place I would make it back to.

  When I heard the guys yell my name from outside, I gathered my duffel, dropped it by the door, and took one last look around, it already felt different without him.

  Chapter One

  Speed

  Fuck, I'm tired; it had been one long ass trip. From the desert to the U.S. had been long enough, but then the last two weeks clearing base was a pain in my ass. Between turning in paperwork, my physical and psych evaluation, I didn't know if they were going to let me go no matter how many times I told them I was going to be okay. I could deal with death; it wasn't as if I hadn't been around it before. It is all in how you manage it in my book that makes the man or breaks him.

  All they kept focusing on was my unit pinned down and taking casualties until I made a dash for the burned out truck on the side of the road, killing the bastards hiding behind it. I took fire that day too, I just happened to get pissed because I was one fucking week from rotating back to the States and gaining freedom of a different kind. I wasn't going to re-up; three tours were enough for anyone. I had been one of the lucky ones and though I may have killed when necessary, I hadn’t been shot or even injured in the ten years I had served—until that last week—last part of my tour. So yeah, I ran toward the burned out truck and killed the five insurgents taking cover there. The dumb move cost me two bullets: one in my left shoulder and the other in my right thigh. We'd been in the scout vehicle that day for the convoy so by the time the rest of the battalion caught up to us, I was bleeding and covered in blood, my own and the rebels. The other four soldiers with me, my squad, only one was dead: the newbie we had just picked up that morning, PVT Jones. Besides his death, the other three soldiers that made up my team were just as shot up as I was. The five insurgents though, laid in a pool of their own blood, good ridden to bad rubbish.

  When the doctors were patching me up back at the base camp, they called me one lucky SOB, because the bullet that hit my shoulder, hit just shy of an artery and only chipped a bone on its way out the other side. The one in my thigh, they had to dig out, but a couple of inches to the right on that one, and I wouldn't have one of the women's favored parts of my anatomy. Now that I would agree was luck.

  I found myself finally cleared. The Colonel signed off on my discharge papers, shook my hand, and told me they hated to lose me. I grabbed what little stuff I had and headed to the parking lot beside the battalion's building. When I reached my bike, I stuffed my belongs in the saddlebags, the rest of it currently on its way back home courtesy of the military, swung my leg over and straddled the bike. It roared to life and I took off for the gates and the open road that lay beyond them.

  Damn, I couldn't wait. Next permanent stop—home.

  My ass and legs were sure to cramp when I finally stopped. I'd been on the road for days and couldn't wait to get back to the club. It had been one long ride across country from Virginia to Washington state.

  My nickname, Speed, came from my penchant to fly down the open road and the fact I had gotten a ticket the very first time I'd taken out my bike. I thought I’d never live it down with my dad and the club, my mistake thinking they had a little more maturity than my friends had. My friends, my brothers, I couldn't wait to see them.

  We'd barely had our cuts when we started to leave one by one. It hadn't meant shit our dads were the six military buddies who had founded the Black Hawk MC, we had to bide our time just like every other Prospect. Damn, the closer I got, the more I realized how much I missed the club—my family—more than I would have thought possible.

  It would be different this time; I would have to adjust all over again to my dad's absence around the clubhouse. The Marines kept me busy and I hadn't had to dwell on his death since the day I left after his funeral. Now with each mile that brought me closer, the more Cutter surfaced in my thoughts.

  I was raised in the Black Hawk MC, my mother had been a club whore, and when my dad, Harvey "Cutter" Weston, wouldn't make her his ol’ lady, she'd handed me over and walked away, never looking back, I'd been three years old. Rumors traveled through the club that she was bouncing between clubs, trying to find a permanent place; another rumor surfaced that she became an ol’ lady at another club. Started using drugs and died by an overdose of heroine a few years before my dad died, the needle still stuck in the vein in her arm when they found her. It had come to no surprise for the members of Black Hawk, she’d been a user when she was with them. It wasn't like I was sad she was gone—couldn’t miss something I never had to begin with because even when she was around, she paid no attention to me.

  My dad, Cutter, had been an Enforcer in the club. The one who made sure every member followed the rules of Black Hawk. He was also one of the originals.

  Looking down at my fuel gauge, I wasn't going to make it all the way in; one more stop was needed. The sun was going down and I was tired, vowing tomorrow night I would be in my own bed. The next town I came across I would stop, fill up my tank, grab some food, then stay the night, getting a good night's sleep before making the final leg of my trip and finally reaching my destination. As I passed by the road sign stating food, gas, and lodging at the next exit, I flipped the blinker making my way down the exit. One more night and a few more hours on the road and I would be at the club.

  It’d been a while and I was ready. At least I thought so.

  The next day, passing the sign that stated Shades Valley, a smile settled on my face. Damn, I was glad to be back. I looked around at the businesses lining the sides of the street and noticed some had changed over while the majority were the same ones as far back as I could remember.

  The MC ran some of the businesses in town, like the garage on the corner, Hawks. From the looks of all the cars sitting behind the fence, business was booming, which wasn’t a shock because the men that worked there knew their shit. I would have stopped if the gate hadn’t been shut, signaling they were closed. Seemed the boys had finished early. As I continued, I passed Inked, the club’s tattoo shop, they were closed too but it was more like they hadn’t opened yet for the day.

  In the middle of town sat the sheriff's station, city hall, the bank, post office, and then the B&B grocery. With the edge of town in my sights, I could see the strip club in the distance and as I drove by I noticed a few bikes in the parking lot but decided not to stop. I'd reach the club in another ten miles.

  I slowed when I reached the turnoff to the club, rode a few minutes up the road until hitting the gate. The Prospect on duty stood and watched as I approached. He didn’t look as young as I thought, more like closer to my age. I hadn’t been around in a while so wasn’t going to know most of the Prospects at all.

  As I got closer I watched the guy look me over, his eyes settling on my cut, and when he stepped out of the shack, I had been right about him being close to my age, but that was it, the guy was a brute, he had to be six and a half feet tall if he was an inch. His head was shaved and as I looked him over, I could see the artwork peeking out from the edges of his sleeves. I slowed as I passed, he lifted his chin in acknowledgement, and I rode through the open gate. A minute later I pulled up to the clubhouse only to be greeted by raised voices and a sheriff’s car parked out front.

  Killing my bike’s engine, I threw my leg over and d
ismounted the bike, then looked around—yeah, nothing like home.

  Chapter Two

  Speed

  “You’re an ass!” was yelled from a pint-sized woman in a deputy’s uniform as she faced off with my brother, Crusher. I stepped in and leaned against the doorframe to take in the show. No one had even turned when I walked in, all attention focused on Crusher and the deputy.

  Sheriff Lance stood next to the deputy. He’d been the sheriff in these parts since I could remember. The club was lucky to have his backing, he never hassled us. But he expected us to tow the line in return or at least if we did do something, he didn’t want to hear about it.

  “Now, sugar, is that nice to say?” Crusher said, a smile plastered on his face. He towered over the woman with his six three height, but it didn’t faze the little thing.

  “Don’t sugar me you walking sack of sh—” The deputy was cut off by the sheriff standing beside her and from my vantage point, I couldn’t see his face, but if the shaking of his head was any indication, it maybe wasn’t the first time he’d been put in this situation.

  “Deputy, don’t go there. Christ, I brought you out here so we could get this settled,” Sheriff Lance said on a sigh.

  “He started it when he passed me on the road. They all,” the deputy’s arm waved in front to include some of the surrounding brothers, “flew by me. Mr. Davis just happened to be the only one who flipped me off,” the deputy finished and crossed her arms over her chest.

  “Now wait a damn minute…” Crusher paused, looked up, and before I knew what was happening, he headed in my direction, all but knocking the deputy out of the way.

  “Goddammit, Speed, it’s good to see you, brother,” Crusher yelled out as he wrapped his arms around me and lifted me off the ground. The fucker had always been as strong as an ox, ‘cause I am anything but a lightweight.