Corban

by Esther E. Schmidt

  Fuck. My hand finds the back of my neck and I let Barlow’s words wash over me. This shit is bad. I’ve seen Xerox’s art, that he’s been knocking out like clockwork for the last few days. Ever since he saw that Maci chick, he’s got his inspiration back. Not that he seems like a love-sick fool or something, not at all. More like the punch she gave him kick started his artistic side again.

  He never even mentioned her but with what Barlow just said, it does fire up something if she’s mentioned. Xerox has always been a dude who steps up for the good kind of people. Clearly Maci is struggling to do just that and it’s a hard fucking thing in this world.

  “Good call, Barlow. Seeing we’re all here anyway…let’s get everyone in church, we’ll go over it. I’m gonna go look for Xerox and talk shit through. After that, I’ll let you know when to get everyone in so we can discuss what the fuck is going on in our town right under our fucking noses, yeah?”

  He gives me a tight nod that I return and spin on my heel to make my way outside. After a few minutes, I find Maud and decide to keep my distance. Observing. Leaning back against the brick wall of the clubhouse, I enjoy the sight before me.

  She’s helping Xerox unload beer drums. There are six of my brothers standing around with their thumbs up their asses. Why? Because they are all gaping at my woman, who’s lifting heavy shit, with her tits pressed up and her tight ass setting down those drums.

  Quill steps forward, probably to help her out, meaning getting an eyeful of tits that belong to me. I’ve had enough.

  “Maud, babe. You’re way too good for that shit. You’re helping out in more than just unloading the truck. My brothers are practically drooling and might run off to rub one out.”

  “Make that two.” Quill states as he adjusts himself.

  “Hmmm…I’m good at multitasking.” Maud hums as she jumps straight at me.

  I catch her with ease and lift her up, kneading that perfect ass in my hands. Her legs wrap around me and I can feel her locking her ankles by the way her grip tightens. She’s looming over me when her lips meet mine.

  Her tongue swirls around, making me groan when it meets mine. God, I love her taste. She puts up a good fight in a dual of dominance, but I’m the one that she submits to. As if she needs to make a point of who’s in charge, she nips my bottom lip and pulls back.

  “How long until we can run off and have crazy monkey sex?” She breathes.

  Aw, fuck. “Wanna see my room?”

  Maud tilts her head. “Does it have a lock?”

  Hell. Yes. My talk with Xerox will have to wait for about ten minutes. Two of those I will need to get to my room, four to eat her pussy and make her come, three to pump like hell to make the both of us explode and the other I’m gonna split in half…catch my breath and zip up.

  “Xerox…” I yell over my shoulder. “You and me, talk in fifteen minutes.”

  Hear that? Decided I needed double time for pumping and two and a half minutes to catch my breath.

  Chapter Nine

  Kicking the door shut, I hold her up with one arm and flip the lock with the other.

  “Dresser, chair, TV, bathroom, bed. Now you’ve seen my room.” I throw her on the bed and her arms reach out to balance while bouncing on the mattress.

  “Uhmm…nice place you have here, biker boy, real homey.” Maud chuckles.

  The sound of my belt unbuckling flows through the air. Kicking my boots off and a deep breath after that, my pants find the floor. I shrug off my cut and my camo tank follows suit. She’s staring at me with desire blazing in her gorgeous eyes.

  “This ain’t my home, love. That’s you. You’re my home.” I stalk the short distance to the bed and place one knee on it, making it dip so her body gently slides a few inches toward me.

  “You give my soul the fearless comfort I’ve been seeking my whole life. You give me strength, hope, peace…everything you give me I intend to give back, tenfold.. I know it’s quick, babe…but this is solid. Now, I’ve already married you biker style by claiming you as my Old Lady…but I need your signature to be my fucking wife. That’s the only goddamn reason I’m asking.” And that right there is frustrating. I would have had all the paperwork in order if I didn’t need her consent. She’s mine and mine alone for the rest of our lives.

  Those fucking stories my dad and all those older generations of our club seemed like fairytales, made up bull about the ‘once you see the other half of your soul, you claim that ride and make it yours’. But now I fucking know.

  She’s just staring at me, eyes wide.

  “Say something, babe.” My voice cracks with nerves.

  Maud’s throat bobs. “I think I love you.” Her voice barely a whisper, those three words flowing out in a cough of dust but I fucking heard them.

  “I’m gonna fuck the ‘I think’ right out of you. I’m not gonna make you come until I hear that line with only three words, am I fucking clear? ‘Cause I damn well fucking love you.” I growl while I rip those tight ass jeans off her legs.

  “What the fuck is that?” I think my heart just skipped and my dick jumped.

  She’s wearing dark green boy shorts, not that fucking sexy but they look hot on her…but it’s what’s printed on there that has my body on edge.

  “I think we were on the same mission tonight, so I’m kinda hoping that answers your question…no need to withhold my orgasm now…right?” There’s a fucking smug smile on her face, I’m sure because I can hear it in her voice but I can’t see it.

  I’m still staring at her panty covered pussy. The words ‘Corban’s Place’ written in big, bold letters. I don’t fucking know how or where she had it made but we need more of those.

  “We’re gonna throw out the rest of your underwear and have a bunch of these in all kind of colors, ya hear?” I say in awe.

  Maud chuckles. “I think we’ll get a discount if you place an order above ten.”

  Fuck, yeah. My head slowly lowers between her legs. Those panties aren’t coming off so I slide them aside and bury my nose into her cunt. Slowly sliding up and lapping my tongue along with it. I fucking love her taste and smell. My ride, my place, my fucking home.

  She wiggles her pussy against my face when I cover her clit and suck, flipping that bundle of nerves with my tongue.

  Letting go with a pop, I stare straight at her. “Loosen your blouse and pull up your bra, love. I need to see those tits.”

  Her hands make fast work so one of mine can slide up and knead one of those fine boobs in my hand, playing with the nipple between my fingers while I cover her slick pussy with my lips.

  “Please, Corban…so close.” She whimpers.

  That sound makes me groan since I can fucking taste how close she is. “Gimme the words and I’ll make you come, babe.”

  Her breathing picks up. “Yes, God, yes. I’ll marry you, I’ll love you, give me your fingers, your cock, your mouth…I need you, Corban. Give it to me.”

  So many fucking words between puffs of air going in and out of her body, just like my fingers are right now. She lights up the next second and comes all over my face. Her body shaking in my hands, screaming out my name and trying to grip my hair. Fucking useless due to the fact that’s less than an inch on top.

  Crawling up her body, I don’t even have to grab my dick to place it at the right spot, because it’s already there without guidance. Pushing forward in one hard thrust while her nails dig into my biceps.

  “Hold on, love. This ain’t gonna be sweet and loving. You’ve put me on edge and the need to blow is going to require a collision like no other.” I growl, barely containing myself.

  She doesn’t give me one fucking word but just digs her nails in deeper. Fuck, yeah. My hand slides to her neck and I pin her with a tight grip. No fucking way I’m blocking her air supply, or hurting her, but enough for her to feel that I’m claiming what’s mine. Body and fucking soul.

  She’s being pushed up the mattress with every rough thrust my cock gives her. Never straying
my gaze from hers so she knows exactly how it works; it’s not the long ride that binds us, it’s the welcome home part. I might have thought I knew everything there is in life, but you don’t fucking realize unless your life is complete.

  I’m in a compromising position but it’s so fucking good. The necessity to come is right on the surface. Yet, I am compelled to make it last all fucking night. My balls make a decision and her walls agree by clamping down. She screams my name and my voice tangles her name with mine.

  Blissful pleasure courses through my veins and overwhelms me. Tilting her head with my thumb due to the grip I still have on her neck, I cover her mouth with mine. Slowly pumping in and out of her while I give her a sloppy wet kiss. Allowing our bodies to enjoy the aftermath.

  Hard knocks on the door breaks our high. “Half a fucking hour ago you said fifteen fucking minutes, VP. I ran into Barlow just now. Get your dick out of your Old Lady. Church in five.”

  Footsteps die away and I have to chuckle because, yeah…I don’t seem to fucking care about a time limit when I’m inside of my Old Lady. All the more reason to pull out because I need to handle business. My head tilts to the side while I’m still staring right at her.

  “What?” Maud asks with an amused grin on her face.

  Deciding to go with the truth, because that’s what it’s all about in the end. “I’m pondering how much intel you can and want to handle concerning club business.”

  The smile slides away and is replaced by a sincere look. “I will tell you all about my business, but I sure as hell would never let you tell me how to run it. I guess I would expect the same courtesy from you.”

  Fuck. Well I asked, didn’t I? “Babe…you handle fruit and shit. Mine varies from Art to security, to kicking ass, and in some very incidental cases, but not entirely out ruled…blood and bodies. Get me?”

  Not that we kill every turn we make, but it has happened in the history of our club where we run into rival gangs or like now, the shit with Nero…things could get sticky…meaning blood on fucking hands, sticky.

  “The only employee I have is a guy who did hard time. I never asked what he did; everyone has their own reasons for the stuff they do. Darkness comes in many ways. We need the night time as well as the day time. Who am I to judge your balance between darkness and light? From everything you’ve shown me since you walked into my life, we share the same mindset.” She never strays from my eyes. Every word with the same force as the next one.

  I fucking knew she was perfect. I show the respect she just gave me with an intense kiss that is cut way too fucking short. I pull out of her sweet, hot and perfectly fucking tight pussy and leave the bed. Pulling on my pants, I start to lay shit out.

  “Few months ago, we got up Nero’s butt and ripped him a new one. We don’t condone drug gangs in our territory. We thought we handled it but clearly he’s getting back on his feet and thinks he’s flying under our radar. Barlow found out that he’s practically stalking Maci and we have it on good authority…” I look up from buckling my jeans, because she needs to be aware. “I know there’s no need to say this…but babe…anything I tell you about club business is for your ears only, don’t ever let it spill from your lips.”

  She rolls her fucking eyes. Yeah, that there is my answer…didn’t need to lay it out.

  The corner of my mouth twitches before I continue. “DEA is up his ass. So, we need to handle this shit delicately. They want to bring him down. We should stay out of it, but…”

  “Shit.” She jumps out of the bed and into her jeans. “I saw Michael and Morgan this afternoon, wearing new sneakers and jackets. Dammit, I’m sure that Nero fucker is spoiling them with stuff they can never get on their own so he can pull them into his gang. We need to do something.”

  “Yeah, about that…there’s no we in this babe. It’s me and the club.” I drag her flush against my body.

  I can see the struggle in her eyes. “I know but that kinda sucks, you know? Feeling useless in all of this. I can’t just sit back. Maci will flip and won’t stay out of it. I bet they change into their normal clothes at Nero’s house, you know…to keep it hidden from her.”

  “You’re probably right about that. I’ll discuss it in church. Xerox seems to be on edge as soon as Maci’s name drops. Did I tell you she gave him a black eye?” Thinking back, a chuckle leaves my mouth, because yeah…I didn’t tell her that little part, Xerox threatened me if I mentioned it to anyone.

  She gasps. “That’s how he got the black eye?”

  Now she laughs out loud and the sound is doing crazy things to my body.

  “What lame excuse did he give you? The same as all the others, that he accidentally kneed himself in the eye when he was training?” Now I’m fucking laughing since the fucker can’t even make up a good fucking excuse.

  I mean who the fuck knees himself in the face while working out? Right. Idiot.

  “Yeah and he made it sound like a joke so I believed him.” Her laugh slides from her face and she turns serious.

  Both of her hands slide to my head and she drags me down, taking my mouth. My arms cage her body and crush her against my mine. Fuck, I might never get enough.

  Reluctantly, I come up for air and place my forehead against hers. “I love ya babe, and I really want to fuck you again but I’m needed in church about fifteen minutes ago.”

  “I love you too, Corban Winspear. Now, go handle some business while I plant my feet up somewhere.”

  “Lead the way.” I grumble.

  She takes a few steps toward the exit before I smack that tight ass of hers. “Be good.” I command her.

  She just fucking winks and strolls out the door.

  Chapter Ten

  “What fucking father would ever want every single one of his fucking kids’ names start with an M? Michael, seventeen. Morgan, sixteen. Maximus, fourteen. Marcus, twelve. Maci, twenty-fucking-two.” Xerox spits out that last piece of information like he’s angry at himself.

  I glance around the table where all of my brothers are gathered. No one seems to notice this little issue. Probably thinking the idiot is agitated over the fact that we have to deal again with this Nero fucker.

  Barlow speaks up. “That’s a good question but we can’t ask the dude because the father walked out of their life right after the last boy was born. They probably don’t know but the fucker died. Shot by the cops during an armed robbery.”

  Damn. Yeah, with all the shit going on, it’s probably a good thing to keep that little fact buried for now. No need to throw in more family drama. Xerox’s eyes narrow and I’m pretty sure he’s thinking the same thing as me.

  He shakes his head as if to clear his thoughts. “Maci is putting up a good fight with trying to keep her brothers noses clean. Your intel, Barlow, states that she’s the admin at an art and antique restoration company. She deals with all of the paperwork and customers so that the conservators can repair and or restore what comes in. It’s a nine to five job so she can’t keep an eye on them all of the time. She pays for everything and even that is a struggle. Now all of that is an invitation Nero gladly accepts.” Xerox shrugs a hand through his hair.

  I take this opportunity to speak up with the things Maud just told me. “My Old Lady mentioned that Michael and Morgan were wearing new sneakers and jackets this afternoon. It’s safe to say Nero is pulling ground to get those boys over to his side. Easy to bribe kids by giving them new shit they can’t buy on their own. Letting them see how easy it is to earn stuff with just dropping off a package, no harm no foul, right?”

  “That fucker is dead. I want him in the ground.” Xerox throws out as he slams his fist on the table.

  Every one of my brothers are looking at him in shock. Yeah, Xerox is always the calm one. That’s why he works out. Beats the shit out of a bag every chance he gets to blow off steam. Hence the kneeing himself in the eye bull that he made stick to cover-up that black eye of his.

  Me being the VP, and most importantly his friend, deep down I
get the reason why he’s on edge, I feel the need to step up. “What Prez is saying is that we need to handle this shit right now. DEA wants to take him down and we can’t just sit back and think things over when these innocent boys with shit luck in life will be dragged into this while we can prevent it.”

  Quill ping pongs his gaze from Xerox to me. “He threw out he wanted to kill the fucker.”

  My annoyance spikes. “You can’t condemn a person for voicing a thought that’s in his head. Like I said, we need to deal with this fucker right now. As in kill his business without interfering with the DEA. We care about this town so we need to step up and protect the innocent youth this fucker is tainting. That’s why Prez is acting so fierce, you know his fucking history.”

  Yeah, that was a nice cover up. Xerox was pulled into some shit when he was barely sixteen. We don’t talk about that stuff but right now I can’t voice my insinuations to my brothers. Clearly this Maci chick imprinted more than her fist in his eye.

  “Yeah, what Corban is rambling about. These boys need someone other than their sister looking out for them. Our town, our fucking job. Clear?” Xerox glances around the table to make sure everyone understands.

  Quill stands up and walks to the fridge in the corner. A beer is placed in front of me and I chug the thing down in three swallows. This shit is getting to me and I’m ready to get crazy drunk and enjoy this evening and my woman.