by Cilla Lee
One of the last things I remember is him slamming into her and her moans of pleasure, I'd grabbed a bottle of tequila on my way past the bar. I wanted to make the sight of them disappear as fast as possible, shot after shot had the memory fading and after downing a bottle the rest of the night became a blur.
Slowly coming out from under my dark heaven the day burst through and my head erupts in agony. I hear a beeping noise and reach for my phone; it takes me a few goes to open my eyes, and I see a message from Markus
'morning beautiful’ I want to smile but even opening my eyes is painful.
*
It takes me a good hour to get out of bed this morning, I grab my sunglasses out of my top dresser and tiptoe my way to the bathroom using the walls to keep me upright. Finally making it to the bathroom and relieving my bladder that has been screaming at me to empty it, if I didn't have to I wouldn't have moved. As I come out of the bathroom, I run into someone and hands grab my arm, and I look up to see Saffron
“Shit sorry Tink I wasn't looking where I was going,” she tells me, and I grunt at her and watch as she walks downstairs. The smell of bacon wafts upstairs, and I can hear people talking (nope) I'm going back to bed
“TINK” is yelled and I groan at my name being called, which sounds like a jackhammer having a party in my head. I slowly walk down to the kitchen, the light still invading my vision through my dark shades and large hoodie that I put on and sit at the table laying my head on the cool wood.
“Mornin’ Tink,” Stryker or Tiny says but the table is holding my head, and I just don't have the energy to move, so I just grunt, and I hear them laugh
“Have fun last night Tink?” Lilly asks, but I grunt again. “Tink,” Lilly says, and I use all my energy to look up at her
“What?” I manage to say my mouth dry and my voice a bit horse
“Do you wanna talk about it” I look at Saffron who is sitting next to Tiny, and I place my head back down
“Nope,” I tell her
“You sure,” she asks
“Yep,” there’s no way I'm going to tell them I got so fucking drunk because of Jaxson screwing Summer.
*
I spend the day at home recovering drawing out designs for my book at the shop. Markus texted me a few times, and it made me smile I really do like him
'so was wondering how you feel about movie and dinner Friday night.'
'sounds like fun.'
'great what genre of movie would you like' I love how he thinks of me
'anything but horror.'
'how about a Die Hard marathon.'
'Oh, are we doing it at your house.'
'shit... sorry if you wanna go out we could do that.'
'are you going to cook.' I ask him
'for you, I'll learn' I smile he so sweet
'deal, Die Hard marathon and dinner sounds great.'
'I'll pick you up at around six or do you just want to come over.'
'I'll just drive over just text me your address, do I need to bring anything.'
'just your gorgeous self, talk later Tink class is back in' I smile, dinner and a marathon at his house.
****
Jaxson
Getting back to the clubhouse last night Summer was waiting outside with Jordan when we pulled up, Cuff walked straight inside, but I stop to talk to Jordan “So” Jordan had asked
“Got, Ten stitches.”
“You ok” I look at my brother and nod.
“All good just have to take it easy” Jordan slaps me on the back, and Summer moves closer to me
“You sure you’re ok,” she asked
“Yeah”
“Good, hurry the fuck up,” Jordan says walking back inside leaving me with Summer.
“So Tink's going out with that guy,” she says, and I look at her
“What?”
“Yeah, I heard all the Old Ladies asking her questions about her date, and if she was gonna give him a go. She said yes, she wants to date him” The anger inside of me is ready to explode, first fuckin’ Cuff now Summer. I grab her by the neck and kiss her hard; I feel her hands come up around my neck and she pulls on my hair. I walk her backwards around the side of the building and pull her skirt up; she's not wearing any panties, so I slide my fingers through her soaking pussy lips and begin to finger fuck her. She moans kissing my neck; I add another finger, and she rocks her hips on my fingers. She's so wet the sloppy wet sound of her pussy is like a melody to my ears, my dick standing at attention. She undoes my belt and jeans and pulls my dick out, I'm not hard completely, but it will do. I pull out a rubber and cover my dick, Summer lifts up a bit, and I slam into her hard, and she moans. I grab one of her legs and wrap it around me and pump in and out of her, her soaking wet cunt sucking me in with every thrust. I pull her down as I push up, her breathing is heavy. I pull her top down, and her tits pop out, and I suck her nipple into my mouth hard, and she holds my head to her as I fuck her harder the sound of my dick sliding into her has me exploding into the latex. She goes to kiss me but I pull out pull the rubber off tie the end and shove it in my pocket not even given a shit if she got off or not, I walk away without saying a word to her. When I walk into the clubhouse, I can hear all the Old Ladies laughing. When I look over Tink is sitting on Abbey's lap and there both laughing at something
“What's going on there?” I ask Jordan
“Just the Old Ladies having fun” I watch Tink shoot back shot after shot, buy the fourth one that I've seen her down there all up dancing on the dance floor and Abbey Lena and Tink are working the poles. Can't say they'd make good strippers, but there working them. They dance for about twenty minutes and about five songs, by the time they make it back to the table where Jordan has taken them another bottle of tequila limes and refilled the salt shaker. They laugh dance and have fun; I get pissed off the longer Tink drinks cause, I know when she goes home Lilly and Stryker will just put her to bed and leave her. The fuckin’ women, has no care for herself, what if she vomits during the night and she chokes to death, what if she falls and hits her head. So many scenarios go through my head about her safety, and it fucks me off that she has no sense of self-preservation. (fuckin’ women) I watch her out the corner of my eye and see Lilly Stryker and Tink say goodbye to everyone. Lilly and Tink are laughing holding onto one another cause there so drunk, Tink more so than Lilly.
“Night night,” Lilly says walking past me and I give her a chin lift
“Night Tink,” I say wanting to grab onto her and drag her back to my bedroom so I can keep an eye on her, but I don't I just watch as her Lilly and Stryker leave. She walks out without saying anything to me, and every fiber of my being is telling me to go and look after her but I fuckin’ can't (fuckin’ god dammit) I clean the empties from the main room wash dry and refill the fridges. By the time the guys who have homes elsewhere are gone, and there's only a few of the guys still sitting in the main room who live here, I make my way to my room and have a quick shower laying there thinking of Tink is she asleep, probably she was pretty fuckin’ wasted when she left, fuck I hope she's ok. It takes all of my strength to keep my ass in my room; I've ridden out to Tiny's house more than a few times and just sat there staring at Tink's bedroom window, creepy maybe a bit stalkerish. Yeah but fuck its Tink, everything about that women has me hard as fuck. My dreams these days, consist of a cute tiny little blonde with gorgeous blue eyes sprinkling of freckles on her nose and cheeks naked as the day she was born riding my dick hard. Her little pink nipples making my mouth water, I lean forward and suck them into my mouth. The noises she makes gets me so hard, seeing my dick slide in and out of her pink pussy has me almost coming. I slam her down on my dick my dick explodes into her pussy...(fuck) I wake up and relies I've had a wet dream (fuck I haven't done that since I was twelve, shit) I lay down sweat coating my body the image of Tink coming on my dick is burned into my retina (fuck I need to fuck her). I have a quick shower washing all the cum off of my stomach (I can't fuckin’ believe I ha
d a wet dream) I laugh at myself (fuckin’ Tink's got me all twisted).
*
The day goes by slowly cleaning the clubhouse, cleaning bikes serving drinks running errands and helping whoever needs anything. But no matter what I do, all I think about is Tink. Did she sleep ok, how is she feeling today probably like shit with the amount of fuckin’ tequila she drank last night (fuck). When that fuckin’ women's mine, no more fuckin’ drinking that for damn sure “Hey dumbass you listenin’ to me” I snap out of my ten millionth daydream of Tink to see Razor staring at me
“What?” I ask him
“I said, I need the visitor’s rooms cleaned”
“Sure, boss on it.”
“Stop boy” I stop and turn to face him “What the fuck is up with you lately?”
“Nothing,” I say
“Boy, I've been watchin’ you, what the fuck is up?” he asks me
“Tink” is all I say and he laughs
“Fuckin’ women, I knew it had to be about pussy, so what's got you all twisted up?”
“I can't get her off of my mind,” I tell him
“Ok, so do somethin’ about it.”
“I can't.”
“Why?”
“I need a unanimous vote.”
“You scared Tiny, and Stryker won't give you their vote if you and Tink don't work out” I nod my head
“I know what the patch means, if stayin’ away from the girl is what you need to do, then you do what you have to. But get your head out of your ass, if you want that top rocker. Stop thinkin’ about pussy and earn it, you hear me” he tells me.
“Yeah man.”
“Good now go and clean the rooms, the Oregon Chapters comin’ for a talk.”
“On it man.”
It takes me a few hours to clean all the rooms for the visiting Chapter, I know there only four hours away but if they decide to stay and party they'll need a bed for the night
Chapter Eight
Tink
The week goes by so fast; work has been great. Stryker and Tiny have spent most of this week, at the clubhouse with the Oregon Chapter in town talking to Razor. All very hush hush macho man bullshit, even Socket, and Cuff were called away a few times, so Lilly Chelsea and I were left alone a lot. Over the past week, Chelsea has been teaching Lilly and I a lot about piercing. I never knew you had to know so much about the human body to be a piercer, Lilly was loving learning about it, but for me, it just wasn’t my thing. Don't get me wrong it's interesting just not my thing, my passion taking a plain white piece of paper and turning it into a work of art, and tattooing is just another extension to that. I love seeing a piece of me on a living breathing canvas.
**
By Friday I'm excited about my date with Markus when the front doorbell goes letting Lilly Chelsea, and I know someone's just walked in. We all look at each other and Lilly gets up leaving the pile of wedding magazines that we've been going through all week. I never knew, there were so many variations to the color cream. Whether you want lace beading jewel pearls than what color your flowers are going to be or if you’re having a theme to the color of frigging confetti. It was all way over my head, when I get married or if I get married it's going to be a simple ceremony and a huge party after. I've never wanted the fairy-tale wedding simple and easy that's what I want and of course Prince Charming. I hear people talking getting louder as they get closer to the break room and Cuff Jaxson Jordan and another two guys I don't know walk in. Jaxson's eye sears my soul with one look, but I look away fast. Over the past week all I see is him and Summer, the thought of those two make me sick, and I just can’t look at him without seeing him fucking her “Tink this here is knuckle he likes the rose you did for Jaxson” Cuff says, and I look at the guy his dark brown eyes assessing me, I smile feeling nervous
“You like the rose,” I ask, and he smiles, I see perfect straight white teeth. He's tall like the others, but not to muscely. But what I can't stop looking at, is the huge scar along his throat. It looks like; someone has tried to cut his throat with a blunt knife
“Looks ugly no,” he says, and I look up to his eyes, and he's smiling at me, I feel stupid for staring, but it’s hard not to look
“It looks painful,” I tell him.
“It felt, fuckin’ painful,” he says
“So, what would you like,” I ask him, and he frowns
“I want this” all the guys behind him laugh, and I take the piece of paper from him, when I look at the paper I'm surprised
“You want this! Where?” he groans.
“Here” he points to his neck.
“Are you sure?” I ask the guys laugh louder
“Yes, her fuckin’ wants it, don't you Brother,” Cuff says laughing
“Yes,” he says through gritted teeth
“What's the joke,” Chelsea asks
“Dumbass here bet me, that Asphalt could out drink Tiny, and he lost” I look at Cuff not even surprised
“Let me get this straight; you were betting to see if Asphalt whoever that is could out drink Tiny.”
“Yep” Cuff says
“And you lost” I point to Knuckle, and he nods, I smile and shake my head
“Fine come through to my room” they all follow, and Knuckle gets comfortable on my table
“What color are we doing it.”
“Pink” Cuff says, and I turn to look at him
“Pink” Knuckle grumbles.
“Yep pink, hot pink” I shake my head (men)
“You sure,” I say, so only knuckle can hear me when I hear someone growl, I turn to see Jordan push Jaxson out the door. It makes me frown, but I turn back to knuckle
“Ready,” I say, and he nods
“Yeah let’s get this shit over and done with” I draw up the tattoo on his neck and get to work, it's not a big tattoo, but it's cute and for a big huge biker with two mickey mouse hands in the shape of a love heart in bright pink on your neck. I'm not sure that it's got the biker persona of I'm a scary motherfucker. I sit back and make sure it's all shaded right Knuckle grumbling the whole time
“You know Cuff is like, the luckiest guy ever right” I say, and Knuckle looks at me
“I thought I had it in the bag” I laugh shaking my head at him.
“Man, you were fucked from the second you said I bet when it comes to Cuff,” Socket says, and he smiles
“Well I know for next time, so how's it look,” he asks me
“Cute” is all I say, and he growls this time. I hand him the mirror, and when he looks at it his eyes go wide, he moves his head one way than the other
“Damn I thought I'd hate it but fuck, do ya think I'll pick up more pussy with this” I laugh rolling my eyes at him.
“Is that all you guys think about?” I ask him, and he looks at me
“Pussy and money darlin’,” he says
“Get out,” I say as he jumps up.
“Thanks, girl.”
“No problem, just remember no more bets with Cuff, who knows what he'd have tattooed on you next time, probably a huge portrait of himself on your chest.”
“Fucker would do it too,” he says making me smile
“Yeah, he would” Knuckle winks at me and walks out as I clean my station, I feel eyes on me, and I turn around and see Jaxson standing there
“Yes” is all I say not looking at him.”
“I need a touch up on my tattoo it's bleed a bit” I look up at him, not his face but the tattoo I did last week, I see a bit of it from the scabbing has been ripped off, and I wonder how he did it. Was it through vigorous exercise fucking Summer.
“Take a seat, let me look,” I tell him, and he sits down on my chair I lean into him looking at the damage, it’s not that bad, but his scent hits me straight away my nipples harden. I can feel goose bumps cover my body and I clench my pussy muscles feeling myself get wet. He's always had this effect on me “It looks ok, once it's healed come back in but until then try not to touch it” he doesn't say anything, but
I watch his jaw clench, I stand up taking the gloves off. I finally look into his eyes, and he has a look of someone who wants to say something but doesn't “Are you ok” I ask to him
“You dating the douche,” he says, with so much sarcasm it pisses me off immediately
“That's none of your business” he nods, but his body language says he's going to explode.
“He hurts you he’s dead,” he says standing up, and walking out, I'm a bit taken back and I feel tears prick my eyes. I want him to come back; I want to grab him and kiss him be with him. But Summer and the other club-whores come to mind, and I know that's not what he wants he's just being another big brother that I didn't ask for. The guys leave a few minutes later, and I head back into the break room and smile at Lilly who is talking to Chelsea with so much excitement in her eyes about her up and coming wedding.
