I slip through Vince’s embrace and grab four cookies, two for me and one for each of them, putting them in a plastic baggy and hiding it on the tip top of the fridge where no one would be looking for them. “I saved us some cookies for later, alright? Will you two gentleman help me take the cookies out to everyone?”
“Two? What am I?” Vince laughs.
“You, my dear, are not a gentleman by any means, you’ve just been on good behavior as of late” I joke, winking at him.
Kade and Zane are the best little helpers, each holding a small plate of cookies. The four of us walk out to the back of the club and join the rest of the gang. There are tons of us here, it’s not just the main members, it’s their extended families, their cousin’s cousins. I have to admit, I love it; how friendly the Reapers are. They really show everyone what it truly means to be part of an MC.
I sit down with Vince and begin to eat, ‘cause Lloyd told me tonight Vince is getting branded. No longer will he be a member of the Demons, nor will I.
We’re Reapers now, and it’s about time we both made a change.
Chapter 16
The best things in life are dangerous: motorcycles and women. – Anonymous
Roxy
The Reapers didn’t brand the way the Demons did. I discovered that the second I walked in through the door. Lloyd told us to meet him in the converted barn turned garage out back later after most of the families had gone home for the night. It was a little past nine, and we still had a crowd of people at the club.
I look around, scanning my surroundings for the iron that I believe Lloyd is going to use, but I don’t see it, nor do I see a fire. What I see instead is a set up for a tattoo. I’m confused and lost at the exact same time.
“What are they doing?” I whisper to Vince, who stands right next to me with his hand around my waist.
“Every club does things differently, the last thing I expected was for them to take it to the extreme like Rage does. I don’t know what they’re going to do until it happens. I wish I could tell you more,” he tells me lowly, looking down at me. I suppose that I should feel grateful that I don’t see an iron. Back at the Demons I had to watch a few men get patched into the club, which included being branded like a farmer would mark a cow. In a way, I guess the brothers were all of Rage’s livestock, to do whatever he deemed necessary.
I glance around, seeing George, Boone, and a bunch of the other bikers whose names I am still learning. There isn’t an obscene amount of them, but it’ll just take me a bit of time to remember everyone. We all wait, standing around, a few of them begin to chat with one another. Laughter fills the room, and suddenly it doesn’t feel like we’re waiting for hours. No longer is my heart pounding in my chest. I’m with my brothers – my family, and they would never do anything to intentionally hurt me or Vince. I have to believe in that, to have faith in them.
Lloyd walks in through the doorway of the garage, as he does everyone goes silent. The respect people have for him is proven in the way everyone goes quiet, looking to him to speak, awaiting what their leader is going to say. It is so much different than what I am used to. Rage instilled fear in all of those around him, which is the only reason the Demons of Hell numbers are as big as they are. People would rather bend the knee and kneel before a demon then lose their lives for believing in something else. I would say they were weak, that your stances gave you meaning, but I would be a hypocrite. I had kneeled before him many times, until I was given the opportunity for something greater.
“Tex, you ready to become a Reaper?” Lloyd asks him.
He nods in return.
“You and I have talked about what being a Reaper means, it’s none of that shit you did as Demon scum. We hold honor, we help those who need it. We support one another, and we expect each brother to pull his weight when the time comes, but for you, it is so much more than that. Today, you aren’t just becoming a Reaper. You’re becoming not only my brother, but a brother to Cracker as well. Today, you brand my sister – marking her as yours and only yours. The ink that will mark her skin will act as protection, claiming her to you. A piece of paper doesn’t mean jack shit, but that ink does.”
“What the hell is going on?” I whisper to him angrily. I look up to Vince, furious that I wasn’t spoken to about this.
“If you think that we needed to talk about this, we didn’t, and we don’t. You and I both feel the same way. You want me, and I want you. It’s been that way for years firefly, this is just making it official. You are the only woman I want to be with, ever since I was a dumb kid.”
“You’re still a dumb adult,” I grumble, biting my tongue and then realizing it’s not Rage I’m talking to – it’s Vince and they are two different people entirely, total opposites.
“But I’m not wrong,” he points out, and he’s right. He isn’t wrong at all. There’s no denying how badly we’ve wanted to be together since we were teenagers. I’ve craved him from afar for years, wishing that I had chosen him instead of Rage, and now here we stand, with a way for us to both get what we’ve always desired.
“No, you’re not. Let’s get this show on the road.”
Vince walks over to Lloyd, handing him his old Demons cut. I watch as Lloyd lifts it up for everyone to see “We don’t usually take in patch overs. There’s always some fucked up shit reasoning behind why someone would want to transfer clubs, but not Tex. He is a true Reaper, showing honor and bravery – protecting my and Cracker’s baby sister, Roxy. He didn’t care what happened to him, taking two bullets to make sure she got to safety. Fuck the Demons, and may hellfire rain down upon their asses.” He pulls out a zippo lighter from his back pocket and drops the cut onto the concrete floor, next he grabs a flask and pours what I assume is whiskey over it and drops the lit lighter. Vince’s old cut engulfs in flames right before our very eyes. Everyone around us cheers, and I smile. This is a fresh start, a new beginning.
Lloyd then pulls a knife out from his holster, it’s large with a razor sharp edge. It looks like something you’d use to gut a bear. “Now comes the last part of Tex becoming a Reaper. When you patch over into our club, we remove you of all things from your past. You become reborn, built into the best person that you can be. This involves ripping away everything from your time with the Demons. We’ve burned your cut, and now we’ll cut the brand that they burned into your flesh. No more will you have anything that ties you to them.” Tex nods, taking a few steps towards my brother.
No, they can’t be serious.
I start to move forward, and I’m grabbed from behind, George is there holding me back. “It has to be done.”
“Not like this,” I tell him, rolling my eyes.
“Yes, exactly like this. This is our way, and Tex wants to be with you, which means he’s gotta do whatever it is that Fist decides.” George uses Lloyd’s road name. I don’t understand why he just can’t call him Lloyd to me. I get that they’re my brothers, but I will never call them their road names, they will always be my brothers – not these big and tough bikers.
Lloyd takes the knife over Vince’s skin, holding the brand on his forearm, he begins to cut slowly. I watch, wanting to rip my eyes away from the sight. Blood oozes from his arm as the cut gets deeper and longer. Vince doesn’t make a peep, but stares at my brother, showing no weakness. He’s doing something so smart, showing every man in this room that he holds true strength. They will respect him so much more for it.
Lloyd finishes removing the brand, holding it up in the air. “A Demon no more, we welcome you brother into our club.”
Cheers break out amongst the garage, men walking up to Tex and patting him on the back, giving their approval. We had been welcomed beforehand, but this is so much different. We’re no longer in foreign territory, we’re home.
I asked George to take Vince and get him patched up, the last thing I wanted was for that cut to get infected and turn into nastiness. He came back a bit later and sat next to me as I was getting my back piece covered u
p. Rage made me get the Demons of Hell emblem on my back, a piece that hurt like a bitch and now I need it covered up – to be rid of it.
It was going to take hours to do, but my tattoo artist was determined to get it done tonight and to make sure that I had no part of that “ugly piece of shit” on my skin ever again.
Four in the morning came quickly, the entire night Vince sat next to me, holding my hand through every swipe of the needle into my skin and by the end of it, I was so much more than pleased.
The crowd had thinned out, everyone returning to their own beds, and Vince started up a Harley that one of the boys gave him. I was glad to see him back on a bike, knowing how much he missed it. He wasn’t the kind of guy who could go without the wind brushing against his skin. Being a biker is what made him who he was, and honestly, I was going to ask my brothers to hook him up with one sooner or later. The only part that didn’t make me happy was how he shouldn’t have been on it quite yet, but he gave me four days as promised. Therefore, I couldn’t complain because he gave me more than I thought he was going to.
I wrap my arms around his body, securing myself on the back of his bike, careful not to hold on too tightly in case I hurt him. Lloyd and George insisted we don’t live at the clubhouse with the rest and instead drive a mile down into the woods and stay with them at the lake house. It was beautiful, something George and Lloyd had just finished building. They designed the entire thing, and I was so happy to be here, it felt like everything a home should have been. Boone lived at the two-story house in the field right next to the clubhouse, close enough to the action, but far enough away to have some quiet, he told me.
When we arrive at what is now our home, Vince grabs my hand, and we walk into the house together. I’m about to nearly fall over from exhaustion, we’ve been up for so long, and boy have we had a tough night – or maybe it wasn’t so tough for me, but it was long. Walking through the front door I head straight towards the back of the house where our bedroom is, it overlooks the lake and all its glory.
Vince follows me into the bedroom and shuts the door. I take my tank top off, careful not to rub too much against my tattoo. It still stings a bit from the little bit of bleeding. I shimmy out of my jeans and am left bare in just my cotton undies. I turn back to look at him, and he stares at me, like I’m the most beautiful object on earth. He truly makes me feel just that. I watch him as he slides off his jeans, kicking them over into a corner of the room and takes his shirt off. I’m met with every ounce of masculine perfection that I could ever want.
“See something you like?” he murmurs, winking at me before he takes a seat on the bed, leaning his back against the wooden headboard.
“Mhm,” I coo, sliding over the bed and straddling him. I rake my hands over his chest, feeling his shoulders. My hardened nipples press against his skin, growing more sensitive.
“Firefly, we can’t yet. You need to wait longer.” He tries to argue with me, but I have just the line that will show him I’m done with it.
“Haven’t we waited long enough? All we’ve done for years is wait, and I’m tired of it. I just want it to be you and me. I want it so fucking bad, Vince,” I plea, showing him how much I need this right now. Today was about making me his, we have done everything except the one thing that truly binds us together. “Please, just make me yours, fuck me. I want you to rid me of every memory except you. I only want to remember you.”
“Dammit,” he grumbles, pulling me by my ass closer to him. “You always know just what to say.”
His length is hard, I can feel him pressing against my lips through my panties. Teasing and riling me up at the same time. The thing is, I don’t want it to be slow and sensual. I want him to fuck me like the caveman that we both know he is, but he isn’t able to do that just yet, so I will take him in any way that I can.
I take my finger and move my panties to the side just as he pulls himself free from his boxers. Teasing his cock playfully with my hand, I lower myself onto him, moaning at his width and how it feels like I am being ripped apart in the most pleasurable way possible. There is nothing greater than adjusting to your man, how that desire deep within you in being filled to the extreme is met.
I rock myself up and down on his cock, bouncing up and down slowly, my wetness growing through every movement. This should feel foreign to me, this being our first time and all, but it doesn’t. It feels like we’ve done this a thousand times. Vince makes me feel more comfortable than I have ever felt before.
He places his mouth over my breast, sucking my hardened nipple between his teeth and flicks his tongue over the nub. He licks and laps, then bites and tugs, driving me crazy as I’m unsure on what he’s going to do next.
I bob up and down harder, growing faster with every movement. There’s no way he or I will be able to last much longer, we’ve had years upon years of foreplay. This is going to be crazy, explosive. I’m going to unshatter myself before him in every way possible.
“Fuck, firefly…fucking hell,” he groans against my nipple, biting down harshly, causing me to scream out in pleasure.
He bucks his hips, groaning as he meets my movement with his own. Both of us moaning, panting heavily, right on the edge of the eruption we’ve waited eternities for. He takes his mouth from my one breast and moves to the other, biting down, teasing me bit by bit. With one hand he places on my other nipple, twisting and turning to his heart’s desire while at the same time rubbing my clit with the other.
My legs start to shake, so fucking close. I want this to last longer, but I know I can’t, I just can’t hold on any more. “Vince – Oh, my – fuck!” I scream out, he smashes his lips onto mine as my pussy convulses around his cock, still he continues to thrust inside me as I ride my orgasm. His groans fill my mouth while his cum fills my pussy, both of us beading with sweat in a haze filled of lust and love.
“Fuck… me…” he pants out.
“Didn’t I just do that?” I tease, leaning against him, forehead to forehead.
“Oh, fuck yes, you did baby.” He rubs my back softly, causing me to groan. I’m still warm from the tattoo, and I probably will be for the next few days. Vince pulls himself out of me, curls his hands around my waist and flips me onto the bed so I’m snug against him.
In this moment, I am so happy. I’m so fucking excited for my future with this man, no matter what obstacles come our way, I know we can face them together.
Chapter 17
Underestimate me. That’ll be fun.
- Anonymous
Tex
An entire month goes by without hearing a peep from him. I couldn’t help but have an eerie feeling, knowing that any day the bomb was going to drop over both mine and Rox’s heads. I know it is coming. I just didn’t know what kind of shitstorm would unravel in its wake. In a sense, it killed me, waiting every day for something horrible to happen. I knew Rage well, too well, actually. That’s how I knew that he was up to something. The only time he was ever quiet with an enemy is when he had something well and prepared up his sleeve, just waiting for the moment to strike.
“You know I hate it when you do that,” Roxy purrs, her hands wrapping around my waist, lips pressing against the top of my shoulders. I look back from my position on the bed to her.
“Do what?”
“Over think. You know that’s my thing, stop doing it,” she teases as I let out a sigh. She’s right, and most of the time she always is. Deep down I know that thinking about this shit isn’t going to help either of us one bit. But not thinking about the impending storm that’s headed our way isn’t going to help us prepare for it, either. Regardless, I’m damned.
“I heard something that will cheer you up,” she whispers in my ear and I meet my eyes with her own.
“What would that be, firefly?”
“Dracus and Bolt are coming back to town… which means Aimee will be with them.” Dracus and Bolt are two Nomads who pop around the club. I’ve hung out with them quite a few times since we’ve been up here
with the Reapers. They come and go as they please, always coming back to the club to rest their heads after needing time off the road. In a sense, the Reapers are their home. Dracus and Bolt are two friends, they’ve been together since they were kids apparently. I don’t know their entire back story, but anyone can see how close those two are. Aimee is their girl.
She’s this short and sassy little spitfire, ginger red hair in soft curls flows down her back with deep sea green eyes and adorable freckles that plaster her body.
Every. Single. Inch.
It’s obvious that Rox and I are together, but I’d be blind to not notice the way that she stares at Aimee. Watches her like she’s starved, and Aimee is the only damn meal she’s seen in days. Back at the Demons I didn’t really notice how Rox had an attraction to women… but now that we’re home – it’s flourishing out of her. I was the one who brought up the idea of having playtime with Aimee to Rox who was caught off guard but confessed it was something she wanted to explore. It was simple after that, I went to Dracus and Bolt and spoke to them, curious about their relationship.
I found out that she’s branded to them the way that Rox is branded to me. Basically, she’s their wife. The three of us men had a sit down about it where they told me Aimee liked Rox in a sexual way as well. Long story short, we created an arrangement where Aimee could play with us as she wanted but no one else. In exchange, they asked for time with Rox… and I wasn’t for that. I was opposed to it completely, especially considering how Rage would pass her around like a joint to be used.
Rox was the one who told me she didn’t mind because this wasn’t like it was back at the Demons. Rage made the decisions to let the brothers abuse and use her. He isn’t making the decisions here. It’s us, together. We make the decisions in our relationship, and she wants Aimee. If that meant she had to fuck and suck Dracus and Bolt – then she was more than willing to do it because she wanted that sassy little bitch.
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