Clutch (Burning Saints MC)
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Fisting myself, I rubbed the head of my cock through her wet heat. “Your wish is my command.”
She grinned and spread her legs wider as I grabbed a condom and shoved into her.
She gasped, and I stilled. “You okay?”
“So good. I just don’t want this to end.
Stroking her cheek, I smiled. “Gonna make it last, baby.”
“Gonna hold you to that.”
My dick pulsed as I pulled out a couple inches then gently rocked into her.
“Harder,” she whispered, digging her fingers into my ass and thrusting her hips up.
No holding back now, I drove into her. Hard.
“Again,” she demanded.
Adrenaline spiked, and I flipped her over. “On your knees,” I ordered.
Going on all fours, she raised her sweet ass in the air and threw her head back. I grabbed her hair and twisted it around my hand. “Not even fuckin’ fair,” I breathed, running a hand over her ass.
“You gonna make this good for me?” she challenged.
“You doubtin’ me right now?” I returned, driving into her as I dragged my lips and my teeth up her spine.
She didn’t respond, so I gave her a firm, quick smack.
“You gonna answer me, Gina?”
“You gonna keep doing that?” she retorted.
I pulled back then shoved in deep and fast. “What do you want, baby?”
“I want you to fuck me harder.”
I leaned over her, gripping her chin and turning her head. “Harder?”
“Yes, Clutch, harder.”
I fucked her harder until her pussy contracted around my cock, then I let myself go. For the rest of the night, we alternated between dessert and sex. Occasionally dessert on her sex, which was my personal favorite.
By the time we fell into oblivion, I was out of rubbers and her pussy had been well satisfied. For the first night ever, I let a woman stay. In my bed. And I held said woman all night long.
Clutch
The next morning, I opened my front door just wide enough for Minus to see me and hoped Eldie was well out of sight.
“Hey man, what’s goin’ on?” Minus greeted me.
“Nothin’, just uh, hangin’ out,” I said, trying to act casually, but apparently not well enough.
“What the fuck’s goin’ on in there?
“Nothin’.”
“You keepin’ a lady friend company, Nicky?” Minus asked, craning his neck for a better peek inside. I slinked outside, closing the door behind me.
“Oh, shit you do. Sorry man,” Minus said, smiling.
“No worries, man, what’s up?” I asked.
“What are you bein’ so cagey about, brother? Who do you have in there? Is it someone I know?”
“I dunno, maybe, I don’t think so,” I replied nervously.
“Holy shit! Is it that new waitress at Sally Anne’s? I thought I saw her at the picnic. The redhead with the big—”
“Yeah, man. Anyway, what’s goin’ on? You said you needed me for some business,” I said trying to steer Minus away from my sex life.
“Kitty’s back in town,” he said.
“No shit,” I said, and let out a long whistle.
“Yup.”
“Do the Dogs know?” I asked.
“Crow called me himself,” he replied.
“Their Prez? Why not your buddy Hatch?” I asked dryly. Hatch was Cricket’s brother, and the Dogs of Fire’s Sargent at Arms. To say that and he and Minus didn’t always see eye to eye would be an understatement.
“It’s because of Hatch that Crow reached out. It seems as though Hatch got himself pinched by the feds and Kitty has the intel they need to clear his name. Local PD is currently holding him until the FBI can pick him up, and they need our help getting him out.”
“Holy shit.”
“Yup, and that ain’t even the half of it. It was our pals Los Psychos that paid Kitty to help frame Hatch. Crow is calling in his favor and needs us to get some sort of code key from Kitty, whatever it takes.”
I looked at Minus. “You okay with us getting our hands dirty?”
“I don’t have a choice. Besides, I’m hoping Kitty wants money more than he wants blood.”
“Let’s hope so, because that guy is eight feet of angry fucking nerd, and it’s gonna take a crew of us to get him into a van,” I said.
“Let’s just hope it doesn’t come to that. When Kitty left town, he was still on good terms with the Saints. Hopefully, he still sees our colors as friendly.”
“Jesus, an ex-Dog and Los Psychos working together. Why not come after us? We’re the ones that fucked Los Psychos Portland operation up.”
“Yeah, with help from Hatch and the Dogs of Fire,” Minus said. “And just because we’re hearing about this attack on the Dogs first, it doesn’t mean they haven’t executed some sort of attack on us already.”
“We need to get to Kitty, fast. If Los Psychos are coming after us, we need to know about it sooner than later,” I said.
“Alright, grab your kit and kiss the waitress goodbye,” Minus said.
“She’s not—”
“Oh, and bring the zap rods too will ya,” Minus said, walking away. I went back inside and called out.
“Doc,” I whisper shouted. “Doc, you can come out now.”
No reply.
“Eldie, the coast is clear.”
Nothing.
I went into the bedroom to find my back slider slightly open, and Eldie’s bag gone. She must have slipped out the back while Minus and I were talking. I peeked outside, but she must have hoofed it out of there.
I headed to my bedroom and put on my boots and kutte before opening my closet door. I pulled up the carpet on the closet floor to reveal my safe’s keypad. I punched in the code and retrieved my kit; a black canvas backpack that contained common tools I needed for most of the criminal enterprises I specialized in; a multi-tool, a Blackhawk QCD combat knife, a 9mm pistol with a boot holster, brass knuckles, a mini butane torch, cable ties, and a roll of duct tape. I also grabbed the duffel bag which contained a half-dozen tactical baton stun sticks. I locked up the house and left with Minus, glancing around for Eldie, but she was gone, as was any trace of her.
“Alright, so it’s just the two of us then?” I asked as we got on our bikes.
Minus laughed. “The two of us against Kitty? Never in a million fuckin’ years, buddy, but I love your enthusiasm. Maybe back in the day.”
“Fuck that. I wouldn’t bet against us today. I’m still good to go Minus, you just give me the word and I’ll set it off.” I could feel my muscles starting to tighten and swell. The back of my neck began to burn with the familiar adrenaline surge of marching into battle.
“Alright, brother. Just stay frosty until I say otherwise,” Minus said. “I also called Ropes, the Peckers, and Wolf. They’re meetin’ us at Sally Anne’s before we head over to Kitty’s place.”
Kitty, despite his cuddly name, was no fucking joke. He’d been kicked out of the Dogs of Fire years ago for being too aggressive, and at six feet seven inches, and over three hundred pounds, if he was having a bad day, he could put you in the hospital by accident. It was no surprise why the Dogs, a clean club, wouldn’t want to try and deal with Kitty without violence being on the table. Kitty was not only big and mean, but he was smart as hell. He was a national chess champion as a kid and built his first computer at nine years old. He also loved meth, PCP, and punching people hard enough to rupture their internal organs.
We pulled around the back of Sally Anne’s and made our way to the side entrance before Minus stopped me.
“Hey, I meant what I said earlier. It’s nice to see a bit of the old you comin’ back,” he said.
“What do you mean?”
“You’ve been moping around for over a week. You barely say jack shit to anyone, especially me.”
“What the fuck do you want me to say?
“Hey man, I was only—”
“Is that what this is about? Is that why you’ve been in such a shitty mood? Because I didn’t get around to hearing your proposal at Church? I was kind of busy trying to prevent Wolf from leading an all-out insurrection if you don’t recall,” Minus snapped. “So, forgive me, princess, if you didn’t get enough attention at the tea party.”
“Fuck you, Jase. I never asked to be a member of the young entrepreneurs of America. I used to run with a fucking biker club, and now I’m supposed to turn in my kutte for a fucking smock.”
“Et tu, Brute?”
“Spare me your college boy bullshit for once, you sanctimonious prick.”
“Seriously, Nicky. I expected this shit from Wolf, Elwood, and some of the others, but I thought you’d have my back.”
Minus truly looked shocked. I felt a little bad about that, but I was mad as hell, and this conversation had been a long time coming.
“Why? Why the fuck would I have your back when you’re gonna run this club, and everything we’ve built within it, right into the fucking ground?”
Minus balled up his fists at his side and took a deep breath in before exhaling slowly.
“I wasn’t trying to pick a fight with you Nicky. I know you’re pissed at me, and there’s not much I can do about that now other than to say I’m sorry, but right now I need you to trust me, and trust that I have the club’s best interest at heart.”
“None of that matters,” I said. “Your good intentions are gonna get us all killed. Our enemies already smell blood in the water. Today it’s Los Psychos, tomorrow it could be the Apex Predators. Who the fuck knows? One thing is for sure, Minus. With the Burning Saints out of the ground and pound game, a vacuum has been created, and there’s gonna be a lot of scary dudes lookin’ to fill it.”
“You don’t think I’m aware of that, or that Cutter wasn’t when he set this whole thing in motion? Don’t forget, Nicky, it was your mentor that came up with the plan to turn the Saints legit.”
“Not that he ever said shit to me about it,” I snapped.
“There it is. There it fucking is,” Minus said.
“Please, oh wise one. Fill me in on what you think you know.”
“You’re jealous. Since day one you’ve been pissed that Cutter named me as President and not you,” he said.
“Yep, that’s it, Minus. You’re a fucking genius and a great leader. Now, can we go inside, the garbage out here stinks almost as bad as your horse shit.”
“See, you try to shut me out every time I try to talk to you lately. I was only trying to say that rolling around with the waitress seemed to lighten your mood, and you start a fuckin’ war with me.”
“I’m not rolling—”
“I’m not finished,” Minus said. “I don’t give a shit if you’re pissed at me, or jealous, or just on your fucking period, I need you focused and onboard. And, on a personal note, I’d like my fuckin’ best friend back.”
I could see that Minus was making a genuine attempt to work out the shit between us, but I was pissed and still needed time to figure out how I felt about being in a straight-edge club, and if I had the ability to show my throat to a guy that’s always been an equal to me.
“Look, Jase, I’m man enough to admit that I’ve been jealous of you over stupid shit throughout the years, but this ain’t that. I’m not pissed that I’m not President. I told you and Cutter that I never wanted the patch, and that it could go to Warthog for all I fuckin’ care.”
“Then, what is it?”
“What the fuck does it matter to you what I’m thinking?” I snapped.
“You’re my brother, Nicky. Of course, I care about you.”
“Brother? Are you? Cutter was supposed to be a father to me, and you’re supposed to be my brother; and yet neither one of you asked for my advice while you were busy planning the club’s future. Shit, I’ve had to find out most of my news second hand, along with all the other foot soldiers. I’m the fucking Sargent at Arms, and your best friend, and I barely know jack shit about what’s gone down over the past six months and you come at me for shutting you out? I always knew you had balls, Minus, but I never knew how big they were.”
“Nicky—”
“Don’t try to outtalk me, college boy. Look, man, the truth is you’re losing this club and you’re gonna lose me unless you start telling me what the fuck is going on. I think it’s fair to ask that I know as much about my club’s business as your girlfriend does.”
“You’re right,” Minus said, backing up a step.
“What?” I stood stunned.
“You’re absolutely right, Nicky. I’ve been trying to protect you and the club, but I’ve left you in the dark. That was not my intention, and I’m sorry.”
“What the fuck is going on here?”
“I’m apologizing.”
“Yeah, but... ” I wasn’t sure what else to say, Minus had thrown me for a loop. There were times in the past when the two of us would rather punch each other in the face than admit any kind of wrongdoing.
“The truth is exactly what I’ve been telling everyone since the beginning. This club isn’t going to last unless we change the course we’ve been on. You were talking about the fear of losing what this club had built; let me tell you, we haven’t built shit. We’re damned near broke and have been for eight years. Cutter had to call in every outstanding debt to the club just to raise the capital needed for this phase of the plan. Nicky, this is it. We’ve got to figure out new, clean ways to earn or there will be no Burning Saints at all. Either this family learns to change, or we scatter to the wind.”
For the first time I really began to understand the weight of Minus’ newly fitted crown. He was right, and I’d probably always known it, but didn’t want to admit it. Ours was a dying breed and you could see evidence of that everywhere. Lack of evidence more like it. We saw fewer and fewer riders on the road with each passing year, and with the gentrification of Portland now in full swing, outlaws and freaks were being pushed out at break-neck speeds. I see “Keep Portland Weird” bumper stickers on mini-vans driven by the very soccer moms who complain about the noise from the local bars they chose to move next to. Cutter saw the writing on the wall, while the rest of us were busy fucking and fighting. Like a good President and leader, he was looking to the future, and he chose Minus as the Aaron to his Moses.
“Well, shit!” I snapped to attention. “Our Catholic school education got into me more than I’d realized,” I said.
“What?” Minus asked, looking puzzled.
“I’m sorry for being a dick. I was glad to have you back from exile, and I guess I figured things would kind of go back to the way they were. Boy, was I fucking wrong.” We both laughed. “With all the Los Psychos shit that went down, and then Cutter dying... I don’t... I’m not good with words like you, and I feel like a fucking idiot talking about this shit.”
“Nicky, you don’t have to say anything. You’ve had my back through all of it, regardless of your own feelings. That’s loyalty. That’s what makes you who you are, and that’s who I want as my Sargent.”
“Shit, man, you really did get all Zen down there in Savannah, didn’t you?”
“You have no idea. C’mon, let’s get inside and fill these knuckleheads in on the plan,” Minus said.
“We have a plan?”
“As far as they know, we do,” Minus said smiling as he opened the door. “By the way what’s your plan?”
“If you didn’t come up with one, how the hell should I have?” I asked.
“No, not about Kitty. What’s your business plan, for the club?”
“You wanna talk about that now?” I asked, scanning the room for the other Saints.
“You were the one that was pissed I didn’t ask at Church.”
“There’s Big Pecker
, over by the pool tables,” I said, steering our conversation to the present. Although, it would likely only take ten seconds for Minus to shoot down my business proposal, we didn’t have the time for me to call him an asshole and throw shit around.
“I see him,” Minus said and we walked toward our compatriots.
“How could you fuckin’ miss him?” I said, and Minus laughed. Big Pecker, and Little Pecker were two of our newest recruits, temporarily named according to their size and current standings within the club. If they should prove themselves useful, loyal, and worthy they could both one day wear a Burning Saints member’s patch and be given a proper club name. Until then, they held a value to me that ranked just above a roll of paper towels.
Clutch
Sally Anne’s place was dead at this time of day, so apart from a few late lunch stragglers, we pretty much had the place to ourselves to talk and plan before we headed out.
As we approached our group, I could see Wolf seated in the corner with one leg propped up on Little Pecker’s thigh while he knelt before him. Little Pecker was shining Wolf’s boot, and it looked like it took every ounce of his strength to get the job done. His scrawny arms waving like Kermit the Frog as he furiously buffed.
“What the fuck is this?” Minus asked.
Big Pecker was standing table side, holding a bridge cue and what looked like a scotch on the rocks, while Ropes shot a game of pool by himself.
“The Peckers here were just showing they understand the meaning of the word service,” Wolf said, taking a sip from his beer.
“Well, how ’bout you show me the meaning of the words, get to the fuckin’ table and let’s get to work,” Minus growled.
We sat at our reserved corner table, which was in an alcove, set apart from the rest of the dining area. When the Saints bought the place, we redesigned some of the building to fit our needs as a club. We then sold twenty five percent of the place to Sally Anne, who runs it as an equal partner. Her blood, sweat, and tears more than make up for the other twenty five percent, and she can rest easy knowing that no one from the neighborhood is ever gonna fuck with her or her place.
“Okay, here’s the deal. We’re gonna hit Kitty fast and hard. We know where he lives and have a spotter on sight to verify that he’ll still be there when we arrive. Clutch will be packing and the rest of us will have tasers,” Minus said.