Linc's Retribution

by Lake, Brair

  “Not partying tonight?” This is unusual behavior for Tabby. Just as his name suggests, Tabby is the MC’s number one man whore. His love of the ladies rarely finds him without one.

  Languidly he rolls his shoulders. “Maybe later” he mumbles into his whiskey.

  “So who’s watching Rayven while you’re away?”

  Twisting his body to glare at me, his hand rubs his face as he grumbles “Fuck.” Before answering “Crabby.”

  “You trust him?” Hell Crabby is a man whore in the making.

  Throwing his head back in a roar of laughter. “Shit, Sure do. I warned the boy before I left. That if he laid one finger on her, he wouldn’t’t be touching another person for some time.”

  Shrugging Tabby’s answer aside I take another swallow of my whiskey as my mind drifts back to Cassie.

  “How about you and Cassie?”

  “We’re working on it.”

  “Why the fuck did you do it Linc?”

  Unhappy with Tabby’s probing I try to ignore his question. But my memories have me dragged back to that fateful day. The day I lost everything.

  Cassie wants a baby. Hell so do I. A little Cassie who I can spoil. Even thou I am aware of how unlikely that is to happen. I still see our little girl playing with a dog.

  After eighteen months of trying, and being unsuccessful, Cassie went and made arrangements for us to go for fertility tests and I had indulge her. I neither argued nor dithered about doing the tests. Now I wish to fuck I had. Happy in my ignorance, all that changed when we received those fucking results. Low sperm count the doctor said. What the fuck would he know? I have been fucking since I was sixteen. Sure there are no little Lincoln’s running around. That has nothing to do with my inability to reproduce. It was down to the fact that until I met Cassie, I always used a condom.

  Over the years. I have faced many tough situations. But nothing had prepared me for this visit. Confidently I sat in the patient’s chair, supporting Cassie as I held on to her hands. As they squashed mine. Everything was going to be OK. Then the fucking doctor opened his mouth.

  “I’m sorry Mr Davies. Your results are back, and your sperm count is low.”

  When he had spoken, my mind went blank. As he continued with his spiel, I wanted to connect my fist with his face. Instead I let go off Cassie’s hand and left his office. Shit I had even treated Cassie to the silent treatment on the way home. All I could think about was getting on my bike and been on the open roads while I left everything behind.

  Lost in my grief, I was unaware of how long I cruised the roads. All I know is that I irrevocably ended up at the club, and that there are several missed calls from Cassie. Instead of returning her calls. I switched the phone off, before pocketing it. Once inside the club I made straight to the bar for a bottle of Jack D. Half a bottle of whisky was drunk straight before I gave it much thought to find a corner to sulk in. The burn of the alcohol had done nothing to ease my pain.

  I was failing. As a husband I had failed. I was unfit to give my wife what she wanted. As a man I had failed. Cassie has never asked for much. And the one thing she wanted. I could not give to her. Another mouthful and the bottle is finished. My head was beginning to buzz. However, this does not prevent me from getting a second bottle. Or from drinking another large amount in one go. For all the buzzing in my head. The pain does not fade.

  When one of the dancers from Tie Me Down came over and sat on my lap, I did not bother to rebuff her. Fuck, I should have told her piss off then. Instead she became my anesthetize

  From her over bleached yellow hair and slender figure. Down to her small tits. The slut is poles apart from my Cassie.

  Looking at her and wanting to prove that I was a man. I let her wiggle her ass against my groin. The small stirring of my dick was all the encouragement I needed. The journey to my room is hazy as we stumbled our way up the stairs. Fuck it. Apart from her panties and my jeans I had not even bothered with removing our clothes. There was no foreplay, no kissing. I just fucked her. Hell, If Cassie had not walked in when she had, I doubt I would have been able to finish the job. My fucking dick was already starting to go limp. Fuck, what a day this is turning into.

  Cassie’s voice had quickly sobered me up. Hastily I had leapt out of the bed to follow her out of the bedroom, begging for her to listen to me. When she walked out of the club and closed the door softly. It was as if she had slammed the door to my heart.

  The next day I returned home with every intention of talking to her. To give her anything she wanted. And what had she wanted. Nothing. Just time to think. There was to be no returning to her bed. No sex. Especially not until I had the all clear from the doctor. I had the fucking all clear. And still there was no sex. How we are living now has to fucking change.

  Coming out of my reverie, I answer Tabby “Fuck if I know”

  Chapter 4

  The next morning we left Bear and the brothers to continue with our journey. Before long, the Harleys were eating the miles up as we passed stretches of barren roads and landscapes. This is a familiar run. One in which we do monthly. And until recently, I had enjoyed these runs. The wide open space. The freedom of being away from civilian and the confines of town life. However, this time, been on the road is providing me with too much time to think. It makes me realize how unsettled our lives are. The sooner we returned to Comfort Springs, The sooner Cassie, and I can sort the mess our lives are in.

  By the time we reach our final destination it is late evening. This time there's no Devil’s Comfort, or any other friendly charter where we can stay. Just an old isolated camping ground used by the occasional hunter. One that we have used before, safe in the knowledge that no one will disturb us.

  Once the fire is blazing and our rolls are out, we settle down to drink beer and soon afterwards the story telling begins. Sundance, our IT and go to guy quickly has the brothers eating out of his hands. There is no hesitation as he embellishes ghost story after ghost story. Rapidly the night turns to dawn.

  Whilst listening to the stories, Inferno has joined me and for a while we continue to listen to Sundance, before he speaks up.

  “Everything OK bro?”

  “Yeah.”

  Turning his gaze directly on to me. “Linc I need you to have a fucking clear head. And today there were times when your fucking mind wasn’t on the road.”

  Inferno and I had joined the brotherhood at the same time. Where we did our prospecting together. Back then it had being him and me doing all the shit work. He was both my brother and friend. And on more than one occasion, we have helped each other out of one narrow escape after the other. As a member of Devil’s Comforts, the men you serve with become your brothers. They need to know you have their back. That they can trust you, and this is what Inferno is asking.

  I do not answer straight away. Yeah there were times when my mind had drifted towards Cassie and our problems. However I had been vigilant. My eyes were on the road and surrounding areas at all times. Evaluating for anything that looked out of place. Or for any tails we may have gained.

  “I hear you.”

  Inferno does not answer straight away. Instead he takes a long drink of his beer. His eyes caught by the fire. It is easy to see that he is in deep thought.

  “We head out early Linc. We collect the merchandize. Then head back to Comfort. Two days VP. I need your fucking time for two more fucking days. When we return, you get your fucking shit sorted out with Cassie. Just because you fucked up with Cassie. Does not mean Devil’s Comfort fucking suffers for it.”

  He is right. The merchandize we will be carrying is of high value, and there is little room for error or for any fuck ups. The last couple of runs may have gone down smoothly. That does not mean this one will go the same way. The one before that, had being the time we had our run in with Black County Stewards MC.

  Devil’s Comfort may have dealt with their last President. However his replacement is a mean fucker. It was too quiet. You do not dispose of the Presi
dent of an MC without expecting retaliation. If we are not prepared for when it happens. Our collateral will be high.

  “Devil’s Comfort is not going to suffer for my fuck up Prez. Shit, I’m well aware of what’s at stake.”

  Now that Inferno has brought up the problems facing us. I hesitate before asking him my next question. Instead I think what Inferno’s answer could be. “You think Tats and Black County are going to fucking strike us on this run?”

  “It’s been too quiet VP. Who the fuck knows what Tats is planning.”

  “Maybe we should send Fudge and Trax up ahead. They can do a quick scout of the area?”

  “Dec what do you think?”

  Dec and Fudge join in our conversation. Over the next couple of hours we discuss, and plan what cause of action is the best way to handle the ride back home.

  Dawn is not far off, and as the fire dies down, I call it a night. Climbing into my roll, I study the stars, thinking of the journey ahead, and the possible danger that we might be facing. Yeah, Inferno’s right. I need a clear head, our lives depend on me being able to do my job correctly. As I drift into slumber. The last thought I have, is that one slip can cost us dear.

  The return journey to Comfort Springs has our bodies and minds on full alert. Our relaxed posture of the day before has gone. This time we keep our eyes peeled to the roads. Constantly we check for anything that may be out of the ordinary. The bikers are quiet and the only way we communicate is with our hands. Neither do we party when we stop over with Bear and the crew. It is business all the way.

  As we approach the last leg of our run, we enter Black County Stewards territory. The tension mounts as we become highly strung. If Black County are to strike. This is where it will go down.

  It was a long hard journey home. One that is drawing to a close. Daylight has turned to dusk. The air has become cooler as night descends on us. Soon we begin to see the signs for Comfort Springs. This is not an omen for us to relax or does it mean we are safe. We will not feel safe until we are at the club. Where we can secure everything for the night.

  The location of the building, and its layout is ideal for our use. The club is set back from the main town and has its own secure basement. As an added sense of security we only keep the merchandize for a limited time. And in under twenty four hours it will no longer be on our hands.

  In the horizon I see the gates to Devil’s Comforts MC Club. With a sigh of relief, I give the signal to the other bikers that we are home. It is not long before we have the cage pulled up at the rear of the club and unloaded. With the merchandize secure in the basement for the night, we leave a couple of brothers on guard duty. Whilst the rest of us head for a drink to celebrate our success.

  Chapter 5

  Although I have had four days to prepare myself, I am far from ready for Linc, or our imminent meeting. Hell, I have just spent the last hour trying to find an outfit to wear and I am still standing naked in the bedroom. Linc’s visit has me crashing like a young girl on her first date.

  I look a mess. The bedroom looks as though it was invaded by a mob of teenage girls. Clothes are strewn all over the bed, and I still need to decide what to wear. A quick glance at my watch tells me I have about ten minutes before Linc will be here.

  Because I need to take into consideration on how I plan to end this afternoon. I am going for a casual sexy look. After all, I refuse to give Linc the impression that I am eager for his body. Linc’s to be the eager one. The one who seduces me into an afternoon of sex. I may not be taking him back. However, there's nothing to stop me from using his glorious body.

  A quick glance at my watch warns me Linc is due at any moment. Due to my dithering I no longer have time to change the bed sheets as I had planned. Especially as I am still standing naked in the middle of the bedroom. “Shit, shit, shit.” With another look of distaste towards the bed, and the mess, I grab a pair of denim shorts and a tiger motif black vest. When I hear the key turn in the door, I just mange to run my fingertips through my hair. Before throwing the remaining clothes into the bottom of the wardrobe.

  “Cass!”

  With a deep breath I take one last glance round the bedroom. A quick peek in the mirror, shows me that I look good. Satisfied, I open the bedroom door and head towards the stairs.

  “Yeah, I will be down in a minute.” Not wanting Linc to think that I have been waiting for him, I gather up the dirty towels and clothes to take downstairs. The top of the stairs gives me an advantage and as I peer over the bundle of dirty laundry, I see my man. He is casually standing at the base of the stairs with one foot resting on the bottom step. Whilst leaning against the banister. The way his eyes travel up my body has my stomach doing a double flip. Sometimes I wish I could hate this man instead of loving him.

  At six feet two and a mass of body muscles covered in ink. Strangers tend to find Linc’s presence intimidating. Something which he uses shamelessly to his advantage. Today he is dressed in his biker gear of a black T-shirt a leather worn jacket and his vest. The cut clearly proclaims his status as Vice President of Devil’s Comfort MC. A role he had enthusiastically taken on two years ago when there had been a shift in management.

  Recently he has taken to wearing combat pants with several large pockets going down either side of his legs. His motorcycle boots cut off midway up his calves, and a thick belt with the insignia of Devil’s Comfort is fastened round his waist. In his right ear there are several piercing. When we got married, instead of wearing a wedding band, Linc opted to have and image of me tattooed over his heart.

  Amid everything that we have being through. Linc still has the power to make my heart miss a beat. My one weakness, and the most dangerous part of him for me. Are his rich indigo eyes. This man screams sex and at our first meeting I not only lost my heart but my free will. I was his to do with as he wished.

  “Are you going to stand there all day or am I joining you upstairs?” The smile he delivers is all teeth. The image of the wolf from Little Red Riding Hood pops into my head as he starts to lift his foot on to the second step.

  “Stay where you are. I'm coming.” I do not rush down the stairs. Stairs which appear to be much steeper than I remember. The warm caress of Linc's gaze as it travels from my legs up to the rest of my body, awakens my arousal. This makes me grateful for the armful of laundry I am holding. Laundry which is doing a great job of hiding my body’s reaction from his blatant scrutiny

  As I continue to descend the stairs, my stomach comes alive from the invasion of a thousand wings. Wings that flutter against my inner lining. My knees give up as they turn to rubber, and my breasts become heavy with desire. Whilst the pulse in my pussy does a dance to its own song.

  When I am about two thirds down the stairs. Linc reaches up to remove the clothing from my arms. With his body this close I can smell his aftershave. The tangy aroma assaulting my senses. Automatically I lean towards him as he leans forward, until his lips touch mine. From the moment I met Linc, he has always kissed me. His moving out six weeks ago did not stop him of the ritual. I know he loves me. But he has hurt me deeply. I do not want to lose him and if it means giving up on my dream of being a mother. I will survive.

  Halfheartedly I pull back from the kiss as I finally reach the bottom of the stairs.

  “I’ll just put these in the utility room. You go into the living area Babe.”

  There he is. Linc has not been in my home for two minutes. And already he is giving out orders. Just as I am about to turn towards the living room I spot his black sports bag by the door.

  Coming up short I stare at it “What the fuck is that?” I am aware of what it is. Just as I am aware of what is inside it. In the last six weeks, there has never being any talk of him moving back home. Yet he has the audacity to bring some of his stuff with him. The rising of my temper soon dispels the arousal he has awakened.

  In his arrogance, Linc refuses to have the decency to turn round to see what I am talking about.

  “Just some stuff B
abe.”

  There are times when I could do some real damage to that man. And this is turning into one of them. Striding towards the living area I begin to pace, chewing my lip as I wait for his return. I did not have long to wait.

  Sinking into the overlarge armchair by the window, the one which overlooks the front yard on to the street, Linc leans his head back, and looks directly at me. Already he is making himself at home.

  “OK Babe talk.”

  Shit I cannot cope with this. Turning towards him slowly. “Would you like a coffee?”

  “Not yet Babe. Let’s get things back on track first.”

  Repeating his words to him “Let’s get things back on track. Is that what you just said?”