Carnal Hunger

by Tory Richards

  I took the opportunity to listen to the conversations going on around me, getting to know the girls and also picking up tidbits about the club. They were fiercely loyal to their men and the club, and I could tell that it was an environment where everyone treated each other like family. With what Penny was going through now, I found myself wishing that she’d made a different decision all those years ago when she’d been given a choice of whether or not she would be involved with the club. The girls had a good support system going on.

  I learned the difference between a club girl and an old lady, and the difference between a prospect and a member. I learned what being patched-in meant, and that a cage was a car. I already knew what the word ‘lockdown’ meant when Foxy mentioned it. I’d heard the term being used on the news when a school was put on lockdown, and they didn’t allow anyone in or out of the building for the duration of whatever issue had to be resolved.

  “I’d say it’s been about three years since our last lockdown,” Tammy said, taking a sip of her drink.

  “What was it for?” I asked.

  The silence that followed was instant, and I watched the girls all exchange looks. Della, who I’d learned was Whip’s old lady, seemed to be the spokesperson whenever a question about the MC was put to the group.

  “Honey, it’s against the rules to talk about club stuff with anyone outside the club. Most of the time our men won’t tell us anything anyway.”

  “Not because they don’t trust us,” Angel added.

  I understood what I was hearing, but I wasn’t a fool, either. A place didn’t go on lockdown for no reason. After the research I’d done online the previous night I could just imagine the kind of trouble that would force an MC to go on lockdown. Mad Dogs was a well established club, and several incidents had been documented online such as enemies making threats toward the club, things like that--but the one article I’d focused on was the most current story about Vince going to prison.

  For battery.

  I still wasn’t sure how I felt about that. According to the article several Mad Dogs had been present, and the man who’d been beaten up had been drunk and belligerent and had said some nasty things to one of the old ladies. There’d been some confusion among the witnesses over who had thrown the first punch that had broken the man’s jaw, until Vince had come forward. Charges had been filed because you couldn’t just go around breaking the face of the mayor’s son without consequences, no matter how much an asshole he was. There was mention that brass knuckles, which was considered weapons, had been found. To avoid a trial, Vince had pled guilty.

  Witnesses had said that at least two other Mad Dogs had been involved, yet it was unclear if they were trying to break up the fight or if they were contributing to it. The incident had happened too fast, and alcohol had played a factor in clouding their version of the events. There’d been a few pictures. Vince hadn’t looked inebriated though, and seeing him in handcuffs had reminded me that he lived a dangerous life.

  “How did you girls meet your husband’s?” I heard Penny ask. She looked comfortable reclining back in the lounger with her bare feet up, and for the first time since I’d been home I saw something more than deep worry in her eyes. I knew the rosy color in her cheeks was the result of the margaritas she’d consumed.

  “Wet t-shirt contest,” Angel was the first one to speak, laughing. “It bodes well for me that Dobie likes small tits.”

  “I met Becker at the Sturgis bike rally−”

  “Me, too!” Tammy interrupted with excitement, and then quickly added after seeing the shocked look on Foxy’s face, “I mean I met Demon there.”

  “What year?” Foxy asked.

  “Two thousand ten.”

  “I met Becker two thousand twelve.”

  Della chimed in next. “I met Whip at a movie theater. It was so sweet. Here was this big, scruffy looking biker there to watch Frozen with his little sister.”

  The girls all laughed. “I’ve got one better,” Candy began once the laughter had died down. “Roland and I met at a church barbeque. He was there with his grandma.”

  “Awwwe!” Suzy cooed. “So sweet! I met Corky at the grocery store. He asked me to help him pick out a ripe melon. What about you, Penny?”

  “I was on my way to town one morning when my car broke down. Dickie stopped to help me.” She laughed softly. “I remember that at the time he scared the crap out of me.”

  “I can imagine,” Angel said, right before popping an olive in her mouth. “Our men are all kind of scary looking.”

  “I guess we don’t have to ask you how you met VD,” Della said with humor, meeting my eyes.

  “Is he my man?” I joked, grinning.

  “You have any doubt?” Tammy asked with some surprise.

  “Let’s see, he’s territorial, possessive, hasn’t touched any of the club girls lately except maybe for Lana−”

  “Foxy.” Della cautioned, cutting her off.

  Realizing what she’d been about to say, Foxy’s gaze moved from Della’s back to mine. Her pretty face fell. “Oh, God. I’m so sorry Iris! My mouth always gets me into trouble. I’m sure VD hasn’t been messing around.”

  “I know he hasn’t,” Suzy added, shooting Foxy a glaring look.

  “I said I was sorry! Gee, you bitches know I run off at the mouth without thinking. Next time just shove something into it to shut me up.”

  “Like your foot?” Angel suggested.

  Foxy gave her the finger.

  “It’s okay,” I said, forcing a smile, while inside I was crying. “No harm done, Foxy. I don’t know what Vince and I are and he hasn’t made any commitments, so he’s free to do what he wants.”

  What kind of crap was I spewing? My tongue was going to rot and fall off for all the lies. Inside I was torn up that he might be having sex with anther women. I tried not to recall the all but naked woman I’d seen on his lap the day I’d gone to his bar. I hated the doubt Foxy’s words put in my head, but felt sorry for the sudden anger that was being directed toward her from her friends. She didn’t seem like a vindictive person.

  “You girls play nice,” I finally said, getting to my feet. “I’m going to get another pitcher of margaritas and then put on some dancing music.”

  “That sounds like fun!” Tammy agreed, reaching for the pitcher of sangria.

  I kept the smile on my face, determined not to let the doubts I was having ruin my good time. We’d been smart enough to make up the drinks ahead of time, so all I had to do was grab a pitcher from the fridge. I hadn’t realized that Della had followed me into the kitchen until I closed the refrigerator door and saw her standing there.

  “You’re a good actress,” she said with a sympathetic smile on her pretty face. Della was beautiful, in fact, all of the old ladies were beautiful in their own right. I gave her a blank stare, refusing to give her more ammo, even though we both knew what she was talking about. “Don’t worry about VD. To hear Whip talk, that man is crazy about you.”

  “Yeah, crazy about sex with me.”

  She laughed. “It starts out that way, yeah, our men are very sexual in nature. Until we came along they screwed everything in sight. All the girls, the bike rallies, the constant trouble with other MCs, it’s all part of the club culture. But they’re loyal as shit, and they treat us good.”

  “Does Whip sleep with the club girls?”

  Her expression twisted. “Hell no, I’d cut his junk off and make him eat it! Most of our men are faithful to us once they claim us.”

  Claim? That sounded a little barbaric. “Most men?”

  “Well, Foxy’s man had a little trouble making up his mind in the beginning. He strayed a couple of times, and that might be why she said what she said about VD. She was thinking about her own situation.”

  I suddenly felt bad for her. “That sucks.”

  Della nodded. “Yeah, I think it still bothers her more than she lets on. Look--” she placed a hand on mine, “Don’t worry about anything concerning V
D unless there’s something to worry about.”

  I chuckled, because her reasoning made sense.

  “Where are the margaritas?” someone from outside yelled.

  “And the dancing music?” another asked.

  Della and I exchanged smiles. “Can you take this out while I see to the music?”

  Before long, the sound of Sugar Magnolia by the Grateful Dead was thundering out on the deck. With the exception of Penny and Suzy, who had their heads together in conversation, the rest of us were on our feet and dancing to the music. We spent the next few hours doing what we would have been doing had we gone out to a nightclub. The women were friendly, eager to share themselves, and fun to be with. I could tell Penny was enjoying herself, and I knew that I was. It had been a long time since I’d let loose, and I realized that I’d gotten into a rut back home.

  Working from home (in my pajamas most of the time) had severely limited my social life. It was my fault. There’d been nothing to stop me from joining a gym or going to the movies, or to just get out in general, but I’d always thought I was content with my quiet, uneventful life. Until now. Meeting the Mad Dogs, becoming engrained in their tight-knit family environment, was turning out to be a good thing for me.

  The evening was slowly winding down, and we were all a little more than tipsy, yet we managed to stay on our feet and dance. I had a pleasant buzz going on, and was feeling way too loose and fancy free. Foxy and I had left the deck when the songs had turned wilder, the heavy beat thrumming primal energy through our bodies. Our movements had grown more animated and suddenly there just hadn’t been enough room. I’d slipped off my shoes, enjoying the feel of the cool evening grass between my toes, moving to the tempestuous tempo keeping my blood hot.

  I closed my eyes and visualized Vince watching me, imagining his dark eyes moving over my body, taking in my curves as I swayed to the music. His silent scrutiny would feel like a physical caress, adding heat to my already sensitized nerves. His large hands would move over my breasts in a rough and thorough caress, cupping them and pinching my nipples before traveling down my body and between my legs, claiming and conquering. A tingling began in my nipples, a pleasant response buzzed in my lady bits, and I knew that the fantasy was making me wet.

  The music invited me to run my hands up my sides and over my breasts, smoothing up the sides of my cheek and hair until I was swirling my arms over my head. My hips gyrated in sync to the pounding tempo of the rock. In spite of the cool air, my clothes began to cling to me. I pulled my heavy hair up off my neck, sighing at the instant relief. I was sucked into the fantasy right up until the second I knew that it had become reality.

  Arms snaked around my waist, pulling me in close to a hard body. Warm lips brushed against the side of my neck, moving up to the curve of my jaw. I caught my breath, eyes opening to see that the men had joined us. Della, Candy, Suzy, and Angel were wrapped up tight in their respective men’s arms and were swaying. Tammy was sitting on Demon’s lap on the deck, Foxy and Penny had disappeared inside. How could six big, heavy-booted men sneak in so quietly?

  “You drive me fucking crazy, darlin’,” Vince breathed into my ear. His body moved against mine to the music. “Do you know what it does to me to walk in to see you moving sensuously, looking all flushed and ready for a good fuck?”

  His words drew a wild shiver out of me. “I’m sorry,” I laughed softly, not sorry at all.

  “Hmm, you don’t sound sorry,” he grumbled, but I could feel his smile against my skin. “Did you enjoy yourself tonight?”

  I nodded. “Yes. I think we all did. I might have had too much to drink.”

  “Feeling the buzz?” His nose nuzzled me behind my ear.

  I nodded again. “What did you boys do tonight?”

  “Boys?” He growled. “You really want me to show you the difference between boys and men, right here in front of everyone?”

  “What would you do?” I challenged, feeling my heart race.

  “First I’d unbutton your blouse and take out your gorgeous tits, baby.” Were his hands undoing my blouse? We continued to move to the music. “Then I’d cup them, and squeeze them, and tug on your nipples until they were so large and hard that the ache went all the way down to your clit.”

  Oh, God! I fought the urge to close my legs against the ache that was already there. I felt my breath become choppy. I felt a draft on my breasts, but didn’t question it. Vince may have unbuttoned my blouse, but my lacy bra kept me from being fully exposed.

  “Then when your tits are all swollen and begging for more, I’d run my hand down your body and slip beneath the waistband of your pants.” He tugged on my ear. “Like I’m going to do now.”

  His gravelly tone turned me on even more, and then I realized what he’d said, what he was doing, right there in front of everyone else. My eyes snapped open as uncertainty began to set in, but all I saw were the other couples engaged in various forms of their own erotic moments. It was as if the heavy rock raining down around us, the darkness beyond the deck, the cool night air, and the alcohol had all induced our erotic senses, had become a conduit for deeper desires.

  “Vince−”

  “Sshh,” he said against my ear. “No talking. You asked and I’m showing you.”

  I shivered wildly, because one hand had reached the elastic to my sensible cotton briefs. The other hand was wrapped around my breast. As if sensing my unease, Vince gently turned us until we were facing away from everyone. His sensitivity to my comfort level warmed me. I realized that anyone looking at us would just think that we were swaying slowly.

  “Once I reach your underwear I’d slowly slip my finger beneath the elastic, and find out how wet you are for me by dipping inside.” His finger parted my folds and explored my labia. I moaned low, rubbing my butt against his strong erection. “Fuck, you’re soaked, baby.” I shuddered at his hot breath fanned against my skin. “Then I’d do a little exploring.”

  My knees threatened to buckle, but there was no way that Vince was going to let me escape by sliding to the ground. As I trembled against him weakly, he tightened his arms around me.

  “I’d find your clit and give it a little attention.” My lips parted and I lay my head back against him. “I’d finger fuck you while getting you off with my thumb,” he murmured softly, and I could tell by his voice that he was as turned-on as I was. Both of our breathing had picked up, and I thanked God for Guns N’ Roses.

  God, I tried so hard not to move my hips, but with a finger buried deep inside me and another rubbing and pinching my clit, it was impossible. Vince was moving his hips, too, grinding his cock against my butt. I could feel my orgasm building, even through the alcohol- induced haze. I was so close, reaching, searching for the pinnacle that would send me over.

  Vince’s finger curled inside me, and I tilted my hips at just the right angle for him to reach my G-spot. “God, right there, Vince! Don’t stop!” I cried, leaning into his weight. Growling into my ear, he continued to hook his finger over the cluster of nerves, showing no mercy until I grew taught and then exploded around him. I was vaguely aware that his hand had come up to cover my mouth, drowning out my sound of release, but I didn’t care. Every particle of my being was exploding outward, and white lights flashed behind my eyes as I gave myself over to exquisite pleasure.

  His powerful arms kept me secure against him, and as I reluctantly came down from the orgasmic bliss I became aware of my surroundings. Crap! The music had stopped, and I could hear the murmur of voices. This was not good! The heat rushing back into my cheeks had nothing to do with the breath-stealing orgasm I’d just had. I felt shame for allowing myself to get carried away. I took several calming breaths, working up the courage to face the others, who I was certain would be waiting for us to turn around with knowing smirks on their faces.

  “I’m so embarrassed,” I admitted softly to Vince as he slowly removed his hand from my pants. “I’ve never done anything like this in my life.”

  He nuzz
led close to my ear, and then his hands were deftly doing up the buttons to my blouse. “Baby, relax. You think the others weren’t doing the exact same thing?”

  I wasn’t sure about that. But when we finally turned I almost groaned with relief. No one was paying us any undue attention. Each couple was involved in their own thing, as they were preparing to leave. I couldn’t help but notice the flushed color on Candy’s cheeks, and the sparkle in Della’s eyes as she kept shooting glances at Whip. Tammy’s hair was down and messy, and her swollen lips were void of color. Suzy had a new mark on her neck, which was purple and turning darker by the minute.

  I wondered how I looked to them.

  I glanced over my shoulder at Vince, catching his smug smile, and nearly going into heart failure when he brought his glistening finger to his mouth and began to suck it clean. Oh, no, he didn’t! I spun back around in time to see Penny walking back out onto the deck.

  “And where have you been?” I asked, drawing her attention.

  “While ya’ll were enjoying your couples dance I snuck up to check on Dickie. He and Jerry are playing cards.”

  “It’s late,” I commented with surprise.

  Penny shrugged. “I know. He actually had a good day today. Seemed more like his old self.”

  I suddenly felt guilty for having spent so little time with him, and I made a mental note to sit with him for a while the next morning. “Good.” I began picking up some of the empty glasses as the other girls were doing, and took them into the kitchen.

  “We need to do this kind of get together again,” Tammy said, stepping into the kitchen with an empty pitcher in each hand.

  “Yeah, it was fun,” Foxy admitted.

  “Maybe next time we can hit the bars.”

  I nodded at Della’s suggestion. “As long as I don’t have to dress up, I didn’t bring anything with me.”

  “Oh, that’s no problem,” Angel said. “I’m sure one of us here has something you can wear.”

  “Hey, why don’t you come to the club tomorrow night? You don’t have to dress up, and it will give you a chance to see what it’s like, meet some of the other members.”