“No, sir.”
“Here,” he shoved a box of condoms at me, “before you run out, you tell me, I’ll get you more.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Don’t stick your dick in without the damn raincoat, you don’t know what any bitch could be planning. And always use your own.”
“What for? A condom is a condom.”
“Goddamn, Kane, no it isn’t. Son, I don’t want what happened to me and a few of the others to happen to you.”
Cutter proceeded that day in telling me how Clarice had evidently done alterations to a stash of condoms. A stash kept by Cutter in the room he used at the clubhouse. She ended up pregnant and by the time she’d let it slip during one of their frequent arguments that she planned it because she wanted to be his ol’ lady, it was too late. Cutter hadn’t been the only one in his stash and five other women who frequented the club ended up pregnant. And over a period of months to follow, the sons of Black Hawk were born.
I rubbed the back of my neck and the heat was there just like it was that day. I didn’t want to have ‘the talk’ with my dad any more than I’m sure most young boys do. Even thinking back doesn’t make the conversation any less embarrassing, but I’d learned a lot in that talk. And lived by that knowledge too. Not once have I fucked without protection, no matter what the woman said and I damn sure carry my own condoms. No wetsuit, no diving in the pussy pool for my cock.
“Yo, he’s in the garage.” I stepped back from the bike and turned to see the smirk on Devil’s face as he pushed off the doorframe and walked toward me.
“How long your ass been standing there?” Christ, I hadn’t even heard him approach the door.
His expression changed as the smirk left and his eyebrows creased, “Just a minute or two, you were pretty engrossed with the bike there.” Devil stopped in front of me, looked at the bike, grasped my hand, and pulled me into a hug, then stepped back.
“Fuckin’ great to see you, brother.”
“You too, Devil.”
“Bike’s fairly fucked up. What you thinking of doing with it?”
“Rebuild it.” More boots were heard and in walked the rest of the guys.
“Damn good to see you, Speed.” Jag walked up giving me a man hug and slap on the back followed by Flirt and Coast.
“What you doing out here? I thought we’d catch your ass still sleeping.” Crusher was the last to step in.
“Checking things out. I did sleep. Place looks good. Was expecting to have to do some work around here. Looks like all I’m going to have to do is grab groceries for the place. If the truck starts up.” I glanced over to the black SUV Cutter and I drove around in during the winter or if we needed it to pick up something that couldn’t be carried on a bike.
“It’s been taken care of while you were gone. Started and drove enough just to keep it going.” Jag shrugged like it wasn’t a big deal.
“As far as the place being taken care of, that was Shakes and a few of the other ol’ ladies. Which by the way, Dare came into the clubhouse before we headed this way and said the women heard you were back, they been cooking all day. You, my man, are going to get hit with a shit ton of food.” Coast laughed.
“I ain’t going to complain, my ass is hungry and home cooked food works for me.” No way after eating mess hall food or MREs out on patrol would I ever turn down a home cooked meal.
“Not arguing, those women can cook.” Flirt rubbed his belly as he spoke. How he stayed fit I didn’t know, he could put the food away. Then again, I probably didn’t want to know how he did.
We walked out of the garage and I locked the door. When I turned around a truck was pulling up and we watched Dare step out of the driver’s side as Shakes jumped down from the passenger side. As I watched her, she looked toward us and then zoned in on me, then the smile spread across her face.
“Got food the women cooked,” Dare said as he walked up and clasped hands with me. That was all he got out before Shakes moved him out the way and latched onto me. I wrapped my arms around her and picked her up, she’d always been a little thing.
“All my boys are home,” was said, then followed by sobs. I hated tears on women, never knew what to do about them.
“Oh for fuck’s sake, woman. They are grown ass men now. They have been and why you crying.” I sat Shakes back down on her feet and wiped at her tears as we waited for her to pull herself together. Finally, she settled and then the woman who had mothered us was back in place.
“It wasn’t the same without them here together. Been a long time. Now this place feels right.” She stared up at Dare.
Dare shook his head at her, “You don’t get all emotional and shit when I come home.”
“Oh stop, you don’t go nowhere, other than to the clubhouse or down to the strip club. And yeah before you start, I know, I know. You only go down there to hang out with the guys, it ain’t like you look at the young girls dancing. Please.” Shakes rolled her eyes.
“Woman, you did not roll your eyes at me. I never have given you reason to think I fucked another woman. What the hell.” We stood quietly and watched them go back and forth. From the look on the other’s faces, they too were trying to bite back their laughter. Even though some of the brothers may stray a few times, Dare was never one of them. Shakes and he had been together for a lot of years.
“Dare, I ain’t complaining or insinuating that you go down to the club to pick up one of those young bodies. Why would I, when, sweetie, I’m the one who benefits from you watching them shake their stuff.” Dare’s eyes changed as he looked at her, then he grabbed her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist. I coughed and the others groaned. Dare looked over her shoulder at us and winked.
“Get the food out the truck, I need to take my woman home.”
He didn’t have to say it twice. We unloaded the boxes and he had Shakes in the vehicle and was pulling away before we stepped back into my place.
“Let’s eat, I’m starved and then we can head out to the club.” My stomach growled just as I spoke. The women had definitely outdone themselves. They even packed drinks to go along with the food and in a separate box was groceries. Guess I wasn’t going to have to run out to the store for a couple more days.
“How’s it feel to be home, Speed?” Crusher said, handing over a plate.
I looked at each of the men as we stood in my kitchen setting out the food and working together doing it. It’d been a long time since we’d been together like this. I turned toward Crusher to answer.
“Never better, brother. Never better,” as I loaded down my plate.
With our stomachs overloaded, the walk back to the clubhouse where our bikes sat in the parking area in front, was much needed. I hadn’t realized how hungry I had actually been.
The ride to Soft Tails was short but one of the best rides I’d been on in quite a long time. Nothing beat the six of us riding together; it’d been a while.
“Let’s grab that table over in the corner and then we can see about getting one of the girls to bring us some drinks,” Crusher was already headed in that direction as he yelled over his shoulder.
“Place is doing good business it seems?” The place was full and not just with the brothers from the club. Never remembered it being this busy, even when we first opened it a few years back.
“Damn, Syn hugs that pole like it’s going to get away from her.” I looked up at Flirt’s words to see a petite redheaded woman with her legs wrapped around the pole with her back arched flat to the pole while she hung upside down. Then in slow motion she grabbed the pole with her hands and released her legs to flip them over and land on her feet on the stage. When she dropped to her knees and crawled to the end of the stage, the men in front got louder. I figured it had everything to do with the way her tits were hanging on to the top with her nipples the only thing keeping them contained.
“Can I get you boys something?” was said just a hand ran over my shoulder. At the question and touch, I looked up to se
e a short haired blond with brown eyes looking at me while she spoke.
“Yeah, brings us beers all around. When you dancing, sugar?” Flirt asked while his hand landed on her ass, rubbed down, then back up under her short black skirt.
“You got it. And I’m dancing in a bit. Who’s the new hottie,” she said, presumably to me since she smiled and winked and that hand of hers continued to rub over my shoulder.
“Speed, this here’s Lindy,” Flirt jerked his head in my direction, “now can you take your ass and go get our beers.” Okay, Flirt definitely had the no argue voice going on ‘cause the bitch turned in a huff and headed to the bar.
“Dude, what’s up with that? She ain’t under your command, at least right now.” Devil looked pointedly at Flirt.
“Hey, she your property, Flirt. Going to claim her?” I watched the smirk as it formed on Flirt’s face.
“No way, I’m thirsty and if we let her stand there touching you, we wouldn’t have gotten our beer until after she’d blown you.” The others chuckled and I looked at each brother until I got back to Flirt.
“Happen often with her, does it?” Still felt like I missed something.
“You ain’t said nothing to him, Crusher?”
“If you’re talking about you and Devil having her at your place and Shakes walking in, well yeah. What’s the big deal? You upset everyone knows about the way you like to dish it out before getting off, don’t sound like you, brother?”
“Nope, I got no problem sharing—as long as it goes my way.” Then Flirt took the hand he had up her skirt and wiped it with a napkin he grabbed off Lindy’s tray when she stepped to the table with our beers. “But as she was touching and talking to ya, her pussy was clenching and my hand was getting moist, figured she was a minute away from blowing or riding you. Ain’t that right, Lindy girl?” She leaned over me to set the bottle down in front of me and I took that opportunity to look at tits that were pressed to my forearm and perfectly on view with her nipples hard and trying the confines of her shirt.
“You know it,” she said to Flirt but her eyes were on me, “I like to do my part in welcoming the new guys.” Her tongue came out to moisten her lips. Yeah, I could picture them wrapped around my cock as I held her head and fucked her mouth. She had lips guys like to call fuck-able: big and plump, made to take a beating. Good cushion for her teeth and the guy’s dick.
“Brother, take her to the back room and let Lindy show you what she can do. She seems a little hot for you, brother.” Crusher smiled at me. Didn’t lie about the girl being a horny thing that’s for sure, as she placed her hand on my crotch and ran it back and forth.
“Sugar, you don’t need to check the size, I got more than enough for you to handle.”
There was a throat clearing, “That may be but she is going to have to find that out later.”
Lindy moved her hand and I turned my head to see who belonged to that voice and the woman in front of me, shooting daggers in Lindy’s direction, was fine.
“Sure thing,” was all Lindy said as she walked away from the table.
“Sorry, Sami—”
I cut Jag off with a raised hand, “Darlin’, I’m not real worried about her finding out what I’m packing but now, you I could seriously—” Crusher stopped me from finishing my sentence and the woman they called Sami had me pinned down with her dagger eyes.
“Um…brother, meet the manager Dad hired to run Soft Tail for the club. Sami, this here is Speed. Speed, meet Sami.” I looked at Crusher, then looked at the other brothers to see if they were just playing me and each one tried to bite back their laughter. Fuckers.
“What, come on, tell me you are dancing later. I want to move up closer when you get on stage. Want to see that fine ass and ti—”
“Brother, Crusher was telling the truth. Sami here runs the place.”
“You’re shittin’ me?” I replied to Coast but I didn’t need them to answer as she stomped her feet and mumbled under her breath and walked away. Great damn first impression. “Stuff sure has changed,” I voiced as I watched her move to the bar and speak to the bartender.
“Yo, don’t even think about going there, brother. She’s turned everyone down that has tried to get close enough to tap it.” Devil smacked Flirt on the back when he spoke.
“Tried to go there, did you, man?” Flirt turned from watching the stage and cocked his eyebrow at me.
“If I had tried to get in those panties, do you really think she’d have turned me down?” Then he turned back to the stage. Cocky bastard.
“Seriously, Speed, I told you the dads changed after Cutter’s death. I came back, they had those cabins built for themselves. They spent the time we were away from here, cleaning up the operations.” Crusher stopped to take a swig of his beer.
“Clean it up. What the hell,” my response came from the fact we six had planned to go totally legit when we took over. I was just shocked it was already in the works.
“They cut the ties last year with our last customer across the border. I’m sure Stroker will fill you in at Church this week.” They had been busy while we were gone. Now staying away so long, made me feel a little like shit. Don’t know about the others but I’d have liked to have been here to help out with it all.
“I can tell by your face you feel the same way we all did when we started to come back. Feel like you should have been here, huh?” Coast was always spot on in his observations, probably the reason he’d done so well as a Navy SEAL.
“What made them go that route?” The thought briefly ran through my mind that no way in hell were the old men going soft. And I do mean briefly.
“Like Jag said. Prez will fill you in at Church with everything we got going on. But, brother, you are still going to be in the dark about why. Never gave a reason for it other than he said it was done, it needed to be done.” Crusher shrugged and tipped his beer.
“Guess I will wait for Church.”
I tipped my beer toward the others and they did the same back, then we all faced the stage when the music started again and watched the blond, curvy stripper begin her routine.
Chapter Five
Sami
I’d gotten back to the club and it had been a full house tonight. Tank was at the door when I came in, got his usual chin lift in acknowledgement because his eyes were keeping watch. Not so sure if his awareness toward his job was why he hadn’t spoken or if it was his way to avoid me getting on him for the cupcake sent to Spider. He might have been a big man but still a man. Avoid all confrontation with a woman if you can get by with it. News for him. I’d just wait and pounce his ass when he least expected it.
My job was trying on a good day, but I loved it. The people I worked for and worked with were great. Hadn’t been that way to start, only took my first six months to whip it into shape. And as long as my bosses where happy, that’s pretty much all I cared about.
Checked the bar as I’d passed through, checked the kitchen to make sure Perry didn’t need any extra help, then made my way to my office where I dropped my purse.
I’d just stepped out to go make sure all the girls had shown up to work when I spotted Lindy at the table in the corner. When I’d seen her lean over on the one biker’s arm, flashing her tits wasn’t what pissed me off. Nope, it was the hand she ran across his crotch. I ran this place, I’m not naïve to anything that goes on, but not on my damn floor. Take it to the back if you want to earn a good tip. Though I shouldn’t have been pissed, I was just tired and working the double day always made me feel guilty leaving Ally.
When I reached the table, all eyes had been on Lindy so I’d cleared my throat before I’d spoken, gaining everyone’s attention. Bikers didn’t scare me, I’d wanted Lindy to get back to work and as her eyes met mine, she’d known she was busted. However, what caught me off guard was the biker she’d been groping. He’d turned, looked up at me, and his blue eyes stopped any other words from leaving my mouth. So much so, I didn’t even hear but half of what he’d said,
something about ass before he was cut off by Russ Davis, one of the bikers he was with, and my main boss’s son who went by Crusher. Lucky day for me. Not. I continued to just stare at the man until they introduced me and he didn’t believe I ran this place. Were they shittin’ him? Really?
Though still I stood there, only now pissed that he thought I wasn’t capable. But what pissed me off more and if you could have two emotions fighting each other for dominance, I’d felt like my heart had dropped to my stomach. ‘Cause the eyes that looked back at me—were my daughter’s eyes.
Well, she had asked me to bring her home a daddy. Yeah that ran through my mind, go figure. So then my best option had been to stomp off and berate myself while I’d done it.
Hadn’t made it to check if all the girls showed up. Nope, I’m a grown ass woman and a mother for God’s sake. Yet, into my office I went after I stopped off to tell Stem where I would be.
Once in my office, I’d immediately went to the cabinet on the wall and opened the doors to the monitors that revealed everything going on in the club, from the kitchen, the bar, the hallway leading to the dressing room the girls used to the bathrooms. I could even see my office door on the screens. If I flipped screens, I could see the front and back of Soft Tails. Everything in view. Only privacy to be had was in the bathrooms, inside the actual dressing room, and the private lap dance rooms, which sat at the end of the hall. My focus zoomed to the table in the corner where the men watched the girls, spoke amongst themselves, and enjoyed each other’s company. They laughed, slapped one another, flirted with the girls, and drank. All the while, I watched the one they called Speed. Granted he hadn’t thought me capable of being the manager, which made me mad, but what I realized more was the hurt that there hadn’t even been a flicker of recognition on his part—when every night for almost the last five and a half years I’ve dreamt of him and our night together.
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