I’d only been back for a few days and the only relief I’d had that wasn’t hand related was a blowjob. Crusher had been right about Lindy being a horny little thing though. That night the six of us had been in the room right off from the main room where the party was going strong. The club called it the game room since that was where the pool table and a few tables used to play cards sat. We’d had a pool game going when Lindy had sashayed in to watch, well, it had started out as her watching—until playing pool was forgotten and the table was used for a different game when Devil closed the door to the room and Flirt grabbed Lindy by the hips, turned her and bent her over the table. The short skirt she wore was pushed up and he slapped her ass. It hadn’t taken long for the chick to start moaning every time his palm touch the cheek of her ass.
“You want us, bitch?” This was a new side of Flirt I hadn’t witnessed before and when she didn’t answer him fast enough, he kneed her legs apart until she was spread as wide as they would allow, then the next swat he administered was right on her pussy.
“Yes!” she yelled but it wasn’t in pain as we all witnessed the shiver work through her body and her pussy glisten from her orgasm.
Fuck it, I hadn’t had any type of sex in a few weeks so I’m not proud to admit that we had every intention of taking part in what she offered.
“All of us, Lindy? You got to say so or we stop,” Flirt said and looked at each of us.
“Yes, all six of you, Sir.” Damn, not like we hadn’t done it before. We’d shared everything growing up, it may have started with our toys before it turned into women, but we’d shared those too. I knew of at least two cheerleaders from the high school we attended had taken the six of us on. It was when I first understood the saying “rode hard and hung up wet.”
Pants were unzipped, dicks were out and Lindy was naked straddling Devil on the table already fitted with a condom and Flirt knelt behind her before it registered that we were really going to get down to it. Crusher, Coast, Jag and I moved two to each side of the table.
“Put these on her nipples, she likes that bite of pain, dontcha, Lindy?” Flirt had pulled silver clamps with a chain connecting them from his pocket.
“Seriously, you carry those around?” Talk about prepared.
Flirt turned his head toward me and winked, “You know, like the military taught us—always be prepared.”
Devil had worked fast attaching the clamps that reminded me of a very tiny set of trigger clamps that I had in the garage with the tightening mechanism on them. Lindy wiggled as Devil fitted them snuggly to her nipples and Flirt smacked her ass and told her to stop moving as he suited up his dick and began coating it with lube, then worked the lube on Lindy to loosen up her tight back hole.
“Take Devil’s cock in your pussy, now!” Flirt commanded and Lindy slammed down on Devil, engulfing him in one motion. Then Flirt pushed her forward and pushed into her ass, filling her.
She was definitely enjoying herself as she moaned and yelled, “Move, please!”
Devil held the chain to the clamp in his hand while helping to hold Lindy so she didn’t fall over when she motioned us other four closer to the table and the fun began as she took turns pumping our cocks and sucking on them. Each time it was my turn she took my dick a little more into her mouth until the head hit the back of her throat.
Flirt pounded into her ass, moving her with him so she rode Devil at the same time. The girl had skills and was flexible as hell too, leaning over to reach each of us standing on the sides of the table.
My last go around had me shooting down her throat and as she worked back to the others finishing each off, Flirt pushed her down on Devil and slammed into her ass at the same time Devil released the clamps on her nipples. Her yell of pleasure bounced off the walls. I knew there be no way no one in the main room missed it, even with the music blasting.
The door opened and Tank stood there with a smirk on his face, “Fuckers, we play pool on that goddamn table so make sure you clean it up.” Then he closed the door.
The club had done away with the club whores that were always around, the only one left staying at the club was Daisy, she’d been a constant in the club as I grew up but the guys informed me her role now, other than for some of the older single members’ pleasure, she took care of the place and cooked for the officers when they were at the clubhouse doing business. She was also in charge of the hang-arounds when there was a party, making sure one, the women attending were legal, and two, no drama got started between them. The men there had no use for a pussy if it came with teeth, ready to clamp down on your dick like a chew toy and not allowing anyone else to play with it.
“That was the last order of business, anyone has questions or wants to bring up new business for discussion the floor is open. Everyone knows we are holding the meeting here in Soft Tails because of Speed’s return and we need the room for the party. The ol’ ladies will be here in about fifteen minutes to join us and they are bringing food.”
When I heard my name I shook my head, realizing I missed some of what was covered in the meeting. Great, hope this wasn’t part of my fucking test to see if I was fit to take the Enforcer position. But at least I had fifteen minutes to get rid of my now raging hard-on, which all started because of thinking of the tight ass in black jeans. It may have been wrong but fuck it, someone needed to be blamed for causing me to zone out on a meeting.
I looked over at Crusher when I felt his elbow in my side. “Take a nice trip there, Speed?” I wanted to smack that damn grin right off his face. Should’ve known one of the fuckers would have caught me.
“Asshole,” the only word said as I stood and headed toward the restroom. It was going to be one long ass day.
Chapter Nine
Sami
Sleep failed to come to me as I laid in bed, the thoughts of a man I really didn’t know haunted me. I needed to tell him about his daughter, but how? It wasn’t something I could just go up to him and say, “I know you don’t remember me, fucking me, but would you like to meet your daughter?” Yeah, that would go over well.
Pounding the pillow and flopping from side to side hadn’t helped either. I’d do the right thing and tell him. Three weeks after my one and only night at the Black Hawks’ clubhouse, I’d woken that morning sick, my stomach turning over, sending me right into the bathroom to hug the porcelain god. When it continued each morning for three days in a row, I told myself it was the flu. Another week later, I steeled myself and headed to the clinic, denial still my closest friend. While I waited for the doctor to come in to talk with me after I’d given blood, peed in a cup, and been examined, I still held on to the denial.
But when the doctor came in, flipped the chart and verified the pee test positive for pregnancy, denial left, replaced with Mr. Mistake because I’d been on the pill and the baby’s daddy had worn a condom. I’d left out the part that he’d worn a condom at least half a dozen times in the one night because his words were “Sleep was overrated.”
“Ms. Borelli, though there is near zero percent chance when both protections are used, they aren’t one hundred percent, nothing is. I estimate from the time of your last period you are around four weeks. Do you have a gynecologist here or do you need me to recommend one?”
I’d shook my head while she continued to advise me about the risks of taking the pill while pregnant but that my OB/Gyn would take care of that part.
It had all been scary and frightening to an almost nineteen-year-old girl, but the first time I felt the baby move, nothing in life had prepared me for the emotions that surfaced and somehow I knew it would all work out. I would do anything to make sure it did. And I had.
I’d even gone back to the Black Hawks’ clubhouse to tell the man I’d only known as Speed, that he was going to be a father and I was under no assumption he would jump for joy. I was only giving him the choice if he’d wanted to be in the child’s life—I’d owed him that much. But when I was told he was gone, I’d left with no explanation as t
o why I was asking for him even though they’d asked for a reason. So he’d just have to accept the fact he had a daughter. It was really all I wanted him to do, accept her, I didn’t need to be a part of the equation. But as sleep started to grab hold, I fell completely under on the thought, I wanted to matter to him too. Crazy after one night with a man I didn’t really know.
My eyes opened when the body I was draped across began to shake. I looked up through my lashes and the man’s face in the shadowed light from the moon held a grimace. The shout of, “Get to cover” broke the silence in the room and had me frozen in place, then the arm wrapped around me tightened, leaving me no other choice but to wake him or stay still and see if his dream would pass and he would go back to sleeping soundly.
He mumbled unclear words until he yelled “Noooo!” The way it was said sent chills over me and I realized whatever he dreamt was not easing, nor was it fading back into the recesses of his brain. So I moved my arm from my side slowly and placed my hand lightly to his chest and began to rub. His breath exhaled and his breathing began to settle, his body relaxing more with every motion of my hand. My touch soothing him.
I don’t know how long I watched this man sleep but I’d continued to run my hand over his chest and arms, then back again. I caught myself tracing his tattoos as if outlining them. I hadn’t seen his back, but assumed it too must have held a tattoo since almost every space from his neck down was nothing but tattoo after tattoo. They were beautiful, colorful, and each probably held a meaning as to why he had it done. Too nice to be just ones chosen to fill an empty spot.
When his arm went lax and dropped away releasing its hold on me, I bolted. In my head, I explained it as I had to get home, that was all. But looking back—I bolted from sure fear. The fear that if I stayed and woke up beside this man, there’d be no turning back, I hadn’t just soothed him—his touch on my skin from the time we’d entered the room had not only excited me—it had burned through me, leaving me with the knowledge he had the power to crush me.
“Mama? Why are you crying?” The hand shaking me startled me awake.
“Oh, honey, I wasn’t crying. I must have something in my eyes that is making them water.” I wiped my cheeks with my hands, sat up in bed, and hoped my daughter would accept the lame excuse. That’s when I noticed Carly leaning on the doorframe, eyebrow cocked, looking at me.
I focused on my daughter’s scrunched up face as she examined me. “You need coffee, Aunt Carly made it. She made me breakfast too.” Ally leaned in and lowered her voice, which for her wasn’t nearly low enough to keep Carly from hearing, “It was yucky, the scrambled eggs moved on my plate. They don’t move when you fix ‘em.” Carly covered the grin on her face as she sipped from her cup.
“Sorry, honey. You want me to cook you something else?” I smiled as Ally looked at me and then to Carly and back to me.
“Can I have a pop-tart?”
“Sure, baby.” She hugged me and started for the door. We both watched her leave and didn’t speak until we heard her feet running down the hall.
“Wanna tell me what that was about before?” My daughter may have let my tears go, but I should have known my friend would not.
“Nope, wanna tell me the deal between you and Crusher?” I rose from the bed and headed toward the bathroom door.
“Nope.” Carly straightened from the doorframe.
“Well there you go. Are you on shift today?”
“Yep, going home to shower and put my uniform on. Thanks for dinner, the movie, and the couch.”
“Anytime.” I stopped before entering the bathroom and turned back to face her. Years of being friends taught me one thing, I knew when she had more to say and was trying to figure out how to say it. “What? I know that look.”
“Going to tell him? Tell her?”
“Carly, who are you talking about? Him, her?” My stomach flipped when the look of ‘giving me a fuckin’ break’ crossed her face.
“I saw him, he’s the one, isn’t he?”
“When, where, and how?” I was stalling, she knew, I knew it.
“Told you I was out at the clubhouse with the sheriff, talking with Mr. Davis. Evidently he’d just got back. Saw him before we left. Did you honestly think when that man looked at me, fuck, Sami, I don’t think identical twins could look that much alike.”
“Going to take a shower. Errands to run today: grocery store, post office. The fun stuff. Be safe today.” I walked in the bathroom and shut the door, effectively stopping the conversation. Well on my part. My friend had more to say.
“Might want to tell him. Soon too. ‘Cause though I think they are a few cells short in the brain department, pretty sure he’s going to see the resemblance. Truthfully, I don’t know how any of the Black Hawk MC who have seen her, haven’t picked up on it. That is one thing about club life that stuck with me—family is family—they don’t let theirs go far.”
It went quiet and I reached and turned the knobs to start my shower. Carly was right, more than she even knew. And me… Well…
Out of time came to mind as I stepped in the shower.
Chapter Ten
Speed
My watch read noon and I ran my hand over my head, then rubbed my thigh as I raised from the squatted position. I’d woken at three a.m., sleep a distant memory as it was most nights. From then till now, I’d gotten a lot of things done. The room with my dad’s boxed things was the first place I’d hit after coffee had been made.
The room now was sorted into two parts: one, things that needed to be given away, the other, mementoes of Cutter I would keep. I’d lived with the man my whole life, but going through his things, left me wondering if I’d actually known him. We were as close as father and son could be, yet I’d felt his loss every time I pulled a picture I had drawn, a test paper with an A+ circled on the top, he and I in a photo from my graduation—his arm over my shoulder and a smile spread across his face. He’d even had pictures that reflected the stages of my childhood as I aged, the last photo in that group being the day I left for the Marines. The picture must have been taken by one of the other men because Cutter stood off to the side in the picture with the focus being me with the others: Crusher, Flirt, Jag, Coast, and Devil. I’d been the first to head away from the club and the last to come back to it. What caught me off guard in the photo had been the expression and posture of my dad—they’d showed the proudness that he couldn’t speak aloud of.
He’d been a tough father, keeping emotions in check, and he raised me the same. Not without love or that he’d never shown me he cared—it was just never said aloud but always there.
After that chore was finished and I found nothing in his things that pointed to why that one day he would have been out on his own at night. Not like I thought anything would be there. I’d just hoped to answer a few question that bothered me about it all.
I placed the tools back in their spot at the work station. After the bedroom cleaning, I came out to the garage and removed some of the damaged parts to his bike so I could put a list together of the parts I was going to need or rebuild to put it back in riding shape.
“Hey, Speed, what you up to?” Crusher and Jag walked into the garage.
“Wow, man, you’ve been busy.” Jag bent and looked at the parts laid out on the tarp.
“Seeing what I’m looking at with getting it back in running condition,” I shrugged, opened the container of Gojo, and began to clean the grease off my hands.
“Kinda what we stopped by to talk about.” Crusher sat on the stool off to the side.
“Shoot, what’s on your mind.” My curiosity peaked by his words.
“How you’d feel about opening a shop?” Jag stood and turned toward us.
“Club has a garage. Why would we want to open another?”
“Speed, not a garage, a shop. One to make custom bikes.”
“Are you talking the six of us, Crusher? And do you think we could make a go of it? Enough demand, considering we would only be ab
le to build four to six a year, depending on what the clientele asked for.” We grew up working on bikes, our fathers and the other men in the club taught us everything we knew about bikes.
“Yeah, we already have four guys who live in Cali and ride leisurely that want a custom job to show off. And more money than they have sense. We figured with the six of us working it, your estimate on how many we could do in a year is close. So?” Crusher grinned.
“You fuckers had this all worked out. When did you plan on telling me?”
“Now.” Jag laughed.
“Asshole.” My eyebrows cocked, waiting for them to explain.
“The building behind Hawk’s came open, the club was going to buy it and extend the garage out but Dad said we could have it for our business if we wanted.” Crusher shrugged.
“Hmmm—” I looked around my garage, it was a spacious three bay. It held every tool imaginable and a hellava lot closer than driving to town to go to work. “What about here?”
“Here?” Jag looked around. “Might have to build on, at least for storage of parts and shit.”
“I agree,” Crusher stood and began walking around the garage.
“Other than building an addition like Jag said, no cost for the building, no tools to buy and other than purchasing parts, we could pretty much start the business tomorrow.” I smiled, it would be the closest to working with Cutter on bikes as I could get. Working with my friends in the same garage where I had some of the best memories of time spent with my dad.
“Let’s do it,” Flirt said as he stepped in with Coast and Devil behind him.
“It works for our needs.” Coast looked around.
“We’d only waited for you to get back to complete the deal.” Devil walked up and slapped my back.
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