Corban

by Esther E. Schmidt

  It takes another hour to hash things out and when Xerox speaks up that the meeting is over, we’re all relieved because no fucking decisions need to be made when you’re intoxicated. Good thing we got the majority of it all hashed out before booze was starting to flow like a damn waterfall.

  I make my way outside with Xerox right next to me. He eyes me with a look on his face that I can’t quite interpret. “Thanks for having my back in there. I don’t know about this Maci thing. Ever since I met her, I got my vibe back. Twenty fucking pieces ready for the next exhibition. She’s my muse.”

  Snorting over that last piece he threw out. “Yeah, right. Keep calling her that, bro. Ya might start believing it yourself.”

  I can see the fight in his eyes to throw a fit over my words, except he swallows it down. Mainly because I shake my head and walk away. If he’s not ready yet, who am I to force him to see things how they are?

  That’s when my gaze locks on her. Maud. My gorgeous Old Lady is sitting on a log while she’s arm wrestling with one of the prospects.

  I take a step forward to end this shit when Xerox fists my cut. “Don’t you fucking dare. I need to see who wins.”

  Fuck. I’m kinda curious too, considering Nancy, the prospect she’s about to arm-wrestle with, has the same build and height as Maud. That’s why everybody calls the fucker Nancy. Delicate as a chick and yet he works out so underneath his clothes is a very lean body.

  Another prospect comes up and hands me and Xerox a beer. Chugging the fucker down, I throw the empty bottle into a fire drum. One fucking second I take my eyes off my lady and she fucking wins.

  Cheers call out all over while three whores turn their nose up in the air and stalk off. Yeah, that’s the fucking difference between Old Ladies and whores. I’m sure if this club had other Old Ladies, they would have cheered for her and slapped her back. Just what my brothers are doing to her and Xerox to me.

  “That’s a fucking keeper alright.” My prez adds in awe.

  Stalking my way toward her, I manage to pull her out of the ring of brothers that surround her. “Amusing yourself there, babe?”

  Maud throws her arms around my neck and keeps her lips a whisper away from mine. “Oh, yeah. Freaking funny to taunt those guys you call prospects.”

  “That so?” Rumbling those words out while my hands find her lush ass and swing her back and forth. I have to sidestep because, damn…I’m drunk.

  “Wow. Seems like you’re having a good time too.” She throws out a laugh before she licks my lips. “I can’t have a drink because I’m driving. Mind giving me a taste of what I’m missing?”

  Letting one ass cheek go, I fist those flaming corkscrews and pull her head back. Sinking my teeth in her neck and sucking the skin so she carries my mark. She shivers in my arms and I have to pull away because the need builds to impale her on my cock.

  “Go get me another beer, love. I’ll wait right here so you can sit on my lap and kiss me when I’ve finished that bottle you’re bringing me.” I let her go and she stalks away.

  Sitting my ass down, my eyes drift shut and I try like hell to keep them open. Damn. Those beers and fucking Maud in my room earlier drained the energy right out of me.

  A hand slides down my chest and I can feel hair tickle my head. I take a breath and my eyes flash open.

  Grabbing the hand, I throw it away from me. “The only woman allowed to touch me smells like vanilla and jasmine. You smell like trash. Fuck off. Respect a biker who has an Old Lady or get your ass thrown out of here.”

  I spit out my words because, fuck…talk about a bad fucking taste in my mouth. What if Maud saw her? Fear grips my heart when I find the eyes I was worried about locked on me. Xerox is standing right next to her with his arms crossed in front of his chest.

  “See what I was talking about?” Xerox tells my Old Lady. “That’s solid. One of the Wicked Throttle legendary truths. Once our soul finds its other half, there is no going back.” His arms fall away and he shrugs a hand through his hair while they walk toward me. “All or fucking nothing at all.” He grumbles, frustration rumbling through his voice.

  Maud holds out the beer she got me. Grabbing it, I thrust the thing into Xerox’s gut. “I’m done, we’re going home.” I try to raise myself out of the fucking chair.

  Xerox grabs my elbow and drags my drunk ass up. “Yeah,” He chuckles. “You’re done, alright.”

  We both walk to Maud’s pickup. Well…it might take me twice as long, on the grounds that I’m trying to walk a straight line here, but there are too many turns. Finally reaching the damn thing, I swing the door open while I hear Maud and Xerox talk.

  “You need a hand with the big guy? To get him inside? I could tag along on my bike, if you need…”

  “Nope.” My gorgeous fucking woman states. “He’ll either get into the house, sleep on the lawn or in the pickup. Either way, he’ll be home.” She chuckles while Xerox’s laughter fills the air.

  “I’m gonna eat your damn pussy, babe. Get in the fucking car ‘cause I’m hungry.” I grumble, because Xerox needs to mind his own fucking business.

  “See? Or he’ll fall asleep between my legs, whatever works.”

  Xerox’s voice flows out one more time. “Yeah, one perfect sappy fucking match, the two of you.”

  I couldn’t agree more.

  Chapter Eleven

  Something is tickling my nose but I really don’t want to move because I love the softness I’m wrapped in, and the sweet smell of arousal that’s surrounding me. Forcing my eyes open, thanks to the fact that I’ve got a killer headache, I find myself in the best fucking place of the house. Right between my woman’s legs.

  Oh, yeah. I wasn’t kidding when I said I wanted to eat my Old Lady’s pussy. Made fucking sure she came twice before my world went black. Lifting my head, I see she’s still sleeping. Perfect. Breakfast. Damn sure I’m gonna start right off where I finished last night.

  I press down on her clit... kinda like keeping your finger on the doorbell. She stirs in her sleep and I’m getting to the part where the ringing of a bell makes you run to the door to swing the damn thing open... well, open up baby...your orgasm is waiting.

  She starts to pant and I swipe my tongue lazily from ass to clit. Gasping she lights up like a fucking siren.

  “Fuck yeah, good morning, babe. Hell of a wakeup call, don’t you think?”

  Groaning she guides my head back to her slick pussy. “Again, biker boy…I think I just fell asleep again.” She groans.

  Uh huh, addictive much? Ah, who cares? So am I. My teeth nip the nerve bomb that’s peeking out from underneath her hood. Her pussy is all puffed up and slick, just the way I like it…ready for my cock.

  I raise myself up to fuck her, except my head and body are clearly not up for it, so I fall down right beside her.

  Her laughter flows through the room. “Seems I’m not the only one still sleeping, huh?”

  “Fucking hangover.” I mumble while I bury my arm underneath her and finding her hand on the other side so I lace my fingers with hers.

  Sliding my other hand down her body to find that slick pussy that belongs to me. I raise myself on my elbow to steady my body and loom over her while I keep finger fucking her. My eyes are locked into hers to show Maud I’m the master that dominates her mind and her body.

  The intensity of all of it surrounds us as she screams out her orgasm. I fucking love the fact that she comes alive underneath my fingers. It doesn’t take much for her to light up like that and she takes all I give her and surrenders beautifully.

  Damn. I really want to pound that pussy, except I have no fucking energy in my body. Falling to my back, I feel her letting go and loom over me. My eyes drift shut. I need a few minutes of sleep before I can get my body to work. That and a fucking aspirin or two.

  My head raises because I need to fucking see that tight, heat that is now covering my dick. The sight before me makes me struggle for my next breath. Red flaming curls bouncing while green
eyes are focused on me. Those lush lips tightening around my cock.

  A primal growl builds deep in my throat, just like the orgasm that’s bound to blow. “Fuck, babe. If you keep sucking like that I’m gonna coat your heavenly mouth with my cum.”

  She fucking hums. Waves of vibrations surround my thick mushroom head while she flicks her tongue underneath that sensitive spot. Holy fucking hell. I think this must be the mother of all blowjobs.

  Both my hands wrap in those curly flames so I can guide her head up and down my length. I’m practically hyperventilating due to the intensity of the buildup that she’s creating.

  “I’m coming, love. Either swallow or pull back, because it’ll be rushing out in thunderous blasts.”

  Suction increases as her lips tighten around me. Fuck it. I pull her closer to my body and keep her head in place while I feel my dick pulse streams of cum down her throat.

  Slowly releasing my grip, I watch how she lazily licks my spent dick clean. “That was so hot.” She whispers to herself.

  “Pretty sure that’s my line, babe. And for the record, it fucking was.” I pull her up so she’s draped over my body.

  I’m drifting off when I hear a phone ring. It’s not my ringtone so I’m pretty sure it’s Maud’s. She crawls off me and grabs her cell from her jeans.

  “Hey Eugene….what? Oh, shit…call Maci, I’ll be right there…no, no cops, we’ll handle it…yeah, I’m sure…okay…be there in ten.”

  She hangs up but stares at her phone. “That was Eugene.”

  Stalking toward her, I place my fingers beneath her chin and lift up her gaze. “What happened?”

  “He was opening the shop when three guys came up with masks. They were shouting about getting revenge for one of their own getting hit on the head and then they shattered the window. Eugene managed to grab one, another ran off but the other one tried to get his buddy free. Eugene punched the guy and he went down.” Maud curses and starts to pace the room. “Those two were two of Maci’s brother’s, Corban. The one that ran off was probably a guy from Nero’s gang. Spurring them on. Dammit.”

  “Fuck. I started it with throwing that apple. I fucking bet they told Nero about it and he seemed to get them all ruffled up that revenge is the way to get shit done. Being your own boss and owning the town. Show them what you’re made of shit.” Dammit, I should have fucking known that was a possibility.

  Ripping my phone from my jeans, I hit speed dial and Xerox answers on the second ring. “Shit hit the fan. Eugene, the old guy who works for Maud just caught two of Maci’s brothers. They shattered the window of the store. I’m heading over there right fucking now.”

  “I’m already on the road, man. I’m three minutes out.” Xerox throws out before the line disconnects.

  Throwing the phone on the bed, I push my legs into my jeans and find the other shit I was wearing last night because I don’t have the fucking time to shower and put on a fresh set. When I’m done, I tuck my cell into my front pocket, and see Maud is already dressed in her work clothes and pulled her hair in a messy bun. Dodging time to brush and clean up, just like I am.

  “Let’s go.” I throw over my shoulder when I make my way out the door.

  Maud follows me with Elmo on her arm while she throws me the keys with her free hand. Snatching them out of the air, I unlock and we jump in and head over to her store.

  When we drive up, there are screams that could wake up the whole fucking neighborhood. Maci is leaning into Xerox’s face and he’s leaning right into hers. This is fucking bad.

  “Hey.” I bark to catch both of their attention. “You two are on the same fucking side, what the hell you idiots?”

  Both of them wrinkle their nose and are about to dive right back into snarling to one another.

  Looking to my right, I lower my voice. “You take on Maci, I’ll handle Xerox, yeah?”

  My girl nods and walks up to Maci, glad to hear Elmo whine in the car, for the reason that we don’t need him running around here right now.

  The two brothers that Eugene caught are sitting on their asses on the sidewalk, both their heads are down in defeat. The other two are standing right beside them. Yeah, their sister probably gave them hell already.

  “Calm down, Maci. We’re all here to help. I’m not gonna press charges, I know Nero must have been the one who stirred them up. They’re good boys.” Maud’s voice is calm and understanding.

  Maci nods but the words don’t seem to lessen her anger that is clearly directed to Xerox. “You’re an angel, Maud. I won’t forget this, you’ve been there more than once and I’m very thankful. But this baboon here…” She steps forward and jabs her finger in Xerox’s chest. “Threatened to take my boys away from me.”

  What the fuck?

  Xerox wraps his fingers around her wrist and gives a hard pull, making her stumble into his chest. “I fucking said I’ll take ‘em in as prospects and lighten your fucking load, Captain Cookie. Don’t flip my fucking words around and turn them into something they’re not. I’m trying to make shit easier on you, dammit.”

  “Your words are slick, pretty boy. My Pa taught me to never trust a fucking guy that isn’t blood.” She turns her gaze to her brothers. “Blood or not…seems like I can’t fucking trust anyone of y’all.”

  Maci turns her attention back to Xerox. Her chest is heaving. “You know what? You can have ‘em. For everything I’ve given them or how fucking hard I’ve tried to keep up. It’s never going to be enough. I’m done. With all of you assholes.”

  She bounces her gaze between Xerox and her brothers. Thinking things through, trying to decide what road she should take, for the sake of all of them. Looking over her shoulder one last time, she bellows out to her brothers. “Don’t bother coming home.”

  Her hands are clenching and unclenching beside her body. Xerox tries to reach out, clearly torn.

  She steps back, away from his touch.

  “Don’t fucking touch me.” We all watch as she stomps over to her car.

  “She's gonna regret that, I’ll make sure the feisty brat is mine.” Xerox throws out and I’m sure he didn’t mean to voice his thoughts like that.

  “That an official claim, brother?” Oh yeah, I intend to exploit that little slipup.

  He locks his gaze with mine and I can see the resistance and fury in his body, but the surrender is right there in his eyes. Uh huh, that's a claim alright, except he refuses to verbalize.

  My arm reaches out for Maud’s waist and pull her against my body. Squeezing my fingers in her thigh while I hug her close. Thankfully I've got what's mine.

  As for Xerox? Time will tell if he’s either got the guts or the glory to take what is rightfully his…the legend of Wicked Throttle MC that’s rooted deep into our DNA, to claim what is rightfully ours.

  Wicked Throttle MC will continue in Xerox’s story.

  Be sure to check out my other books!

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  The Dudnik Circle

  Swamp Heads

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