by H. J. Bellus
“Piper, wake up,” he yells.
Opening my eyes, I come face to face with Grizz in the bed with me, clad only in his boxers. My body instantly tenses up and refuses his contact. I flip over facing the wall, willing myself back to sleep, where the land of hot bikers play nice and fair.
“You’re sweating. I think you need to check your sugar levels.”
“I think you need to shut up and leave me alone,” I spit.
“Piper.”
“Grizz.”
“Knock this shit off and check your blood.”
“Shut up, I’m fine. Go find a whore to ride you.”
Completely ignoring my dig, Grizz dangles a bottle of water in front of my face. Sitting up, I take the water and gulp it down. Thirsty as fuck, I have never been so thankful for water, but will never tell him that.
“I have to pee. Is that okay? Do you have a biker buddy guarding the door, dickhead?”
“No.”
I stumble up to my feet and find that I’m still extremely dizzy from the vodka. The buzzed feeling is comforting, muting all my emotions and pain.
Spinning around and around, sitting on the toilet, I giggle out loud about my predicament. Really, when shit is this fucked up what else can you do besides laugh? The few sane voices in my head are shouting, “Why the hell are you laughing, you idiot?”
Stepping back into the room, I notice Grizz has the bottle of whiskey in his hands and is staring down at the torn picture. When he sees me, he places the bottle on his lips and tilts his head back. He doesn’t even wince as the whiskey makes it journey to his stomach. I walk straight to him, grab the bottle, and mimic his action. Not once, not twice, but three times. Grizz watches me closely and finally grabs the bottle from me.
“No more, Piper,” he whispers.
“She’s dead,” I say and point to the torn picture.
“What?”
“She’s dead. Her smile will never light up a room again. She’s dead. And it’s because of you. You killed every ounce of hope and courage left in her. Congratulations, big biker dude,” I whisper into his chest.
“I’m sorry, Piper.”
Grizz wraps me up in his arms. I physically am unable to fight his touch any longer. The fucker makes me feel good, no matter how much he has destroyed everything.
He kisses the top of my head and whispers, “I can’t stay away, Piper. I tried all week. Sank my cock into several women only to realize I was wishing it was you. I need you.”
“Well, you have me. You have all of me held prisoner. You have it all to enjoy, destroy, and humiliate, Grizz.”
“I’m done fighting this. Every time I fight against wanting you, I hurt you and end up wanting you more. I can’t promise you anything, but I swear, no more women.”
Silence. I‘m unable to respond as my knees go weak and Grizz lifts me up to him. Naturally, I lay my head on his broad shoulder and nuzzle in to sniff him.
“Girl, you are one sicko, always smelling me and my clothes.”
“There’s something about you that I hate, but keep finding myself more and more attracted to you,” I whisper.
Grizz makes his way over to the bed, gently lays me down and climbs in.
“Can I hold you?” he asks.
Nodding my head yes, Grizz drags me to him and engulfs me into his huge frame. My face remains buried deep down in his neck while his chin rests on the top of my head. His hands run up and down the length of my back, while mine rub over his abs, feeling each and every one of his scars with my fingertips.
“I never would’ve pegged you for a foster kid,” he whispers.
“Not my happiest moment,” I mumble.
“You have the snobby bitch down to a tee, nearly perfected.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment, I guess. But now all my secrets are out and my career is over, and I’m stuck with you.”
“It could be worse.”
“How do you figure?”
“Midgets and clowns could have kidnapped you and put you in the circus.”
“Well, I’m not far from it. Just apes and gorillas taking me to their barbaric zoo.”
“Just promise me one thing, Piper girl.”
“What?”
“Never lose that fight of yours.”
“What are these?” I ask, stopping on the largest of all the raised scars.
“Nothing.”
“Well, it feels like something.”
“They’re scars,” he finally huffs out.
“No shit. From?” I ask.
“Piper, shut the fuck up before I knock you out.”
“Always the charmer, asshole.”
I allow Grizz to continue rubbing my back while I snuggle in as close as possible to him. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of his scent. The day I walk away from him will only be hard for one reason: I know that I’ll never get to smell him again. I throw my legs over his and connect our bodies together.
“Can I just be yours while I’m here and you mine?” I ask.
The question leaving my mouth shocks me. The truth is I want to feel the passion from a man like Grizz, even if it only lasts for a little while. Years of pretending to be satisfied by suits and ties in the bed has left me hungry and wanting more, but I knew that I needed them to get one step closer to my dream. With Grizz it is different. I want him for him. Period.
“I’m in,” he replies.
As I sleep, I hear voices, and I can only assume it’s just another weird dream of mine. This dream is so realistic I even feel the bed shift a couple times. In my hazy state, I concentrate as hard as I can to focus in on the words.
“What the fuck are you doing, bro?”
“Back off, Digger. I don’t know what the fuck’s going on.”
“Do you love her?”
“Jesus, man. I never said I love her. There’s just something about her. She reminds me of the easy going fun shit we had growing up.”
“You’ve already taken her world away and destroyed everything for her. Good luck getting her to see you as anything else. You’ll always be the man who ruined her.”
“And that’s exactly what I wrestle with every day. I’m just being a selfish asshole, as usual.”
My eyes finally open, realizing the voices aren’t a dream, but rather two men in the room, Digger and Grizz. Grizz is sitting on the end of the bed while Digger is relaxed against a wall. I try to ask a question, but only a jumbled up mess of speech escapes me. Digger walks out of the room, and Grizz instantly covers my body with his, cradling me back to sleep, and just like a true dream, I fall back asleep.
Chapter 5
Grizz
I’m not sure how I wake up the next morning still holding Piper in my arms, but I do. She saw the picture I printed off the web and obviously read the words on the back of it. She now knows the power she holds over me. It’s her hair and her smile and that damn ornery fight she has that absolutely draws me to her like the biggest fucking pussy I have ever met. I need her. I want her, but I can’t keep her.
My cock is not a fool either, hard and ready for her sweet pussy. I pounded at least three other pussies last night, but was never able to get off in one of them. I wanted her. The moment she spotted Kathy on me, I died a little inside and instantly went limp. It literally killed me to see the pain on her face. Fuck, I’ve banged Kathy a thousand times. She’s a familiar old ride. The kind that’s easy and cheap. No strings. No emotions. Just a quick fun fuck, but last night everything changed when Piper walked around the corner.
I may not be able to keep her forever, but while I do, I’ll cherish every single moment of it with her. The first business is to get her acceptance and to keep my dick locked tight until I earn her again.
Bending down, I kiss the top of her head and roll out to shower. Shower the guilt, liquor, smoke, and other females off of me. Hoping the distance from Piper will make my dick grow limp. No such luck. The more I think about her, the harder I get. Only one way out of this probl
em…shower, soap, and my hand.
***
Piper
I immediately wake up when I feel Grizz leave the bed, and hurt at the thought of him walking away. He seems to be a professional at walking away and curing his problems with alcohol and sex. Last night, in the midst of our anger, pain, and drunkenness we gave each other ourselves until this thing is over.
Grizz walks to the bathroom. He doesn’t close the door, allowing me to see his shadows and parts of his outline as he undresses. I can only assume he’s going to take a shower. He frees himself from his boxers and immediately begins to stroke himself. That man. I watch as he turns to look in my direction while he speeds up working himself. My heart grows a size or two realizing he is imagining, longing, and wanting me instead of his hand doing the job.
It takes every ounce of my will power to stay put and watch him work himself. I want him. I want to give him everything, taste him again, and have him fuck me in every possible situation. But for now, he only deserves his hand. The steam starts to fill the small bathroom, marring my view. I can still make out the side silhouette of Grizz, his cock, and his moving hand. With a loud groan, he props one arm up on the wall and hangs his head low as he continues to jack himself off.
His deep loud growl sounds as he spouts his seed into the shower.
“Fuck, I want her,” he growls.
He climbs into the shower and I find myself on the verge of an orgasm. My hand is working and the images that were before me send me straight over the edge in delight.
Walking to the bathroom, I giggle, thinking I haven’t had to pleasure myself since the lonely nights of college dorm living.
“Piper, is that you?”
I slide open the shower curtain, peek in at the satisfied biker, and stick my fingers in his mouth before he has the chance to speak. His eyes light up as he wraps his lips around my fingers and sucks off all my juices. Grizz grabs my arm to guide me in the shower with him.
“Just kiss me,” I whisper.
Up on my tip-toes, I go in for a very long and tasty kiss.
“Get in here,” he demands.
“I just had the best show of my life. I’m good, biker boy.”
“Oh, I’ve got your biker boy,” he says, grabbing his cock and squeezing hard.
“Finish washing up your stinky ass.”
I turn around and leave Grizz behind in his hot steamy shower where I’d love to crawl in and let him have his way with me. I wash up, check my blood, and wait on the counter for him. He turns off the shower, walks straight over to me, and settles between my legs, soaking wet.
“You’re mine, Piper. I’ll fuck you again. And when I do you’ll never be able to stand another cock inside you, my dear. I promise to ruin any other man’s chances with you forever.”
“I look forward to it, Grizz.”
***
“Move your ass, Piper,” Grizz yells.
Mayley has thoroughly restocked my insulin supply. After our three-day lockdown at the Iron Sinners’ clubhouse, I feel as though we are sisters. We chose to spend most the days locked either in Grizz’s or Titan’s room flipping through designer magazines, playing Gin, or discussing the pitfalls of being an old lady.
Technically, Mayley is Titan’s old lady. She met him through her daddy, Big Al, a biker. She was raised in this world, and vowed to never leave it. She tried convincing me it was the only way to raise a child. I found it odd that she had a college degree and a real world job, but she explained that Big Al raised her to always be independent.
Mayley also opened up about how rough her relationship has been with Titan. From knockdown drag out fights to ramming each other’s vehicles to even Big Al shooting Titan when he was caught with another woman. To this day, Mayley says Titan doesn’t even dare look at another woman. The one thing I took away from it all was her reasons for staying and loving the biker and his world.
“When you’ve been truly loved and cherished by a biker, nothing else will do. The late nights, weeks apart, and foul attitude are tiny sacrifices to feel the deepest love, but the greatest high of all is riding on the back of your man’s bike. Ain’t no bitch ever gonna take my spot on Titan’s.”
I give Mayley one last hug and tear up a bit with the thought of leaving her. We had both begged Titan and Grizz to give me a phone, so I could at least text Mayley while being held prisoner at his cabin. Well, that was an obvious no go. We wrap each other tight and let a few tears slip.
Grizz finally laid everything out on the line for me, and I now know the true severity of my situation. Wrong place, wrong time truly is the understatement of the century. I witnessed a crime the Iron Sinners committed, Mayor has a strict policy of not murdering innocent victims, aka me. Wrong place, wrong time.
When Animal and Grizz threw me in the truck that night apparently a Devil’s Idol spotted me. Their prez contacted Mayor and made threats on the club, his men, and me. Serious threats were made between clubs, club transport deals were taken off the table, and the Sinners killed three of their club members out of sheer revenge. Mayor is in a sticky situation, not wanting my kidnapping and/or murder pinned on his club. His only choice is to put me back in hiding at Grizz’s cabin until the two clubs settle shit.
The whole situation makes me physically ill. The night the two men revealed the truth, Mayley and I trashed ourselves on whiskey and woke up cuddled together in Grizz’s bed. My heart ceased to beat when I realized that Grizz wasn’t in the room with us. Flashbacks of that nasty bitch Kathy riding him hit me. I ran to the main area of the clubhouse and found him passed out on a couch, solo.
We’ve not done anything physical for the last three days. He holds me and lays kisses on the top of my head, but that’s the extent of our touching. We both silently promised each other to take it slow this time and get to know each other in the bathroom that morning after the most disastrous night of my life.
Mayley steps back from our hug. “You better get going, momma. Grizz looks like he’s about to come over here and throw you on his bike.”
“I’m going. Love you, and I’m not riding with Grizz.”
Mayley’s jaw drops to the ground. “Piper, you’re going to either kill him off from sheer jealousy or his raging case of blue balls.”
“You know he deserves it. Hell, I may even ask Big Al to shoot him before it’s all over.”
“That's not funny. ‘Cause he would.”
“Bye, Mayley, thanks for everything.”
Titan walks up behind Mayley and pulls her away before we both break down in more tears. Admiring the happy couple as they leave, I find myself wanting their type of love someday.
“Piper,” Grizz roars again.
I turn my back on the club and my new friend. Grizz and Digger are both saddled on their bikes and hot as hell. I notice that Digger shaved his head last night, leaving a strip straight down the center. I can almost guarantee that was from some sort of bet. The two men resemble each other and could easily be mistaken for blood brothers.
"Move your sweet ass, girl,” Grizz yells as he fires up his bike.
At the unique sound of his bike roaring to life, I notice Kathy dart from her car and sprint to him. My blood boils with jealousy and rage, but the ball is now in Grizz’s court. It’s his choice on how to play out the next move.
The two talk and cannot be heard above the roar of his bike. Kathy is clearly animated, but I can’t figure out if it’s with joy or rage. I lean on Digger’s left shoulder and watch the show play out.
“How long?” I ask.
“What?”
“How long has she been trying to become his old lady?”
“She’s been his fuck toy for years. Grizz has never wanted anything more for as long as I’ve known him.”
“And how long is that?”
“Since I was born.”
“What?” I scream.
Digger just chuckles. “Not my story to tell, wild one.”
“You jackass! Are you two brothers?”
“Ask him,” he says, pointing at Grizz, who is still fighting with demon bitch Kathy.
She finally stomps off in obvious anger. Her posture indicates she was ready to saddle up with Grizz and he rejected her. This action shouldn’t make me entirely giddy on the inside, but hell, the naughty biker just took a stand in the right direction. Finally, he’s lived up to a piece of his promise to me.
I feel Digger push the middle of my back towards Grizz’s bike at the same moment Grizz turns around and gestures with his head for me to move my ass.
“What?” I holler over the roar of his engine.
Grizz hands me a helmet and points at the back seat. He raises an eyebrow when I fail to move from complete shock. He grabs my wrist and pulls me across the front of him, dipping me down on his bike and starts to kiss me on the top of my head. Not on my cheek and not on the back of my hand, like the last few days, but rather wet, hard, and deliciously on my lips.
Grizz pulls away and growls into my ear, “Get on the back of my fucking bike before I rip your clothes off, bend you over, and fuck you in front of everyone.”
A loud moan escapes me.
“Are you begging me for it now?”
I start to giggle and shake my head. Grizz puts me back on my feet and shoots me the death glare, so I climb onto the back of his bike.
I sit up and lean forward and holler into his ear, “Will you paint my toes tonight?”
Grizz shakes his head and roars off. This is only my second time on the back of a bike and it’s completely different feeling than when I was on the back of Digger’s.
This time I feel everything as I ride behind Grizz. Every single emotion, fear, and hope flood out as I hold him. I grip tighter as I realize how dangerous the road I’m riding is. It has the potential to absolutely destroy me, and in a weird way I almost crave that from Grizz.
***
