by Nicole Snow
The whole ride into town, with her wrapped around me, I couldn't believe we'd built ourselves something so real outta playing pretend.
Several Days Later
We were packed in like sardines at the clubhouse. There were so many brothers from all the charters up and down the coast Blackjack had to get the Grizzlies MC table dragged out into the bar, using the main stretch for this mega-church session.
The tension was thick. But it was an anxious, uncertain fog in the air, not the same scared-for-our-lives shit buzzing around under Fang.
I sat at the head of the table next to Blackjack, Rabid, and a couple other guys. The old man lifted the infamous bear claw off the bandage on his thigh, where he'd kept it resting until he was ready.
Everything about this shit was weird. Everything, from the throngs of Grizzlies in front of us, to seeing him with an energy in his eyes like nothing else. Then there was the brand new VP patch on my cut, something I never thought I'd be wearing 'til after I hit thirty.
“Brothers!” Blackjack smashed the bear's foot on the wood.
The commotion started to die down, with the local Prezes helping quiet their men. All their eyes focused on us. Good thing I didn't have any issue being the center of attention.
Wasn't sure I could say the same about Rabid. He looked a little freaked out. But maybe he was just trying to figure out how the fuck he was going to explain going after his new redheaded fixation to his favorite redheaded whore. He kept showing up at Christa's doorstep, ostensibly to keep tabs on her and make sure she stayed quiet after the shit that went down, but it seemed like he was going outta his way to do more than that.
“This is a brand new day for the Grizzlies MC,” Blackjack said, as soon as it was quiet, except for restless boots scraping the floor. “There's no need to sit here on my perch and recount the turmoil we've been through the past few months. Suffering under a tyrant, fighting the cartel off our throats, working with an MC we've spilled blood with...”
Several brothers in the audience growled. I wasn't gonna start loving Prairie Pussies anytime soon, but I didn't feel the old aching need to slam daggers into the backs of the sorry bastards who'd bailed our asses out either.
“Hold onto those memories. Then take your best blade, dig them out of your skull, and set them on fire.” Blackjack paused, letting his words sink in. “They're all done. Nothing but ashes now. Once upon a time, the Grizzlies MC was great. We had the tightest brotherhood from Billings to San Diego. No other club fucked with us west of the Mississippi because they'd get swarmed before they even thought about drawing our blood.”
I looked through the crowd. The tired, worn out men with gray in their hair and beards knew those days. It was no surprise a lot of the old timers had deserted Fang first.
“With me heading national now, we're bringing those days back, brothers. There's plenty of shit ahead left to sort out – rogue charters, Mexican hit men, the cash flow situation – but we'll do it. We always do. The blood of every brother who's fallen for this club flows in your veins. Guard it the same way you guard your colors, and remember what it means. If you do that, boys, you're already halfway there.”
Men stood and applauded. I looked at Blackjack and gave him a stern nod. Had to assert my authority, after all. The man had a gift for gab, though, nobody in the room could deny it.
The meeting was way too big to be anything but a ceremony for crowning the new leadership. The real business would come later, filtering down the charters from border to border, dangerous and glorious as it always was, and always would be with a man in charge who deserved to be called Prez.
A couple minutes later, the bear claw came down with a resounding clack. “Church dismissed. Now, go rock the fucking roof off.”
What would the biggest gathering of the club in years be without a sendoff party? I hung around and had a couple beers, shooting the shit with Rabid and a couple other guys. The whores rolled in about an hour later.
I passed Twinkie in the crowd a couple times, and she gave me a longing look. I turned my back and showed her the bear patch without hesitation. No fucking way was my dick going in any pussy that wasn't attached to my old lady from now on.
No other pussy compared.
Maybe it meant I was growing up, or else I'd just lost my damned mind. Regardless, I was dead set on doing right by my woman and my club. Taking the VP patch seriously meant the days of getting stinking drunk and fucking random sluts was behind me. They faded into smoke, almost as distant and unworldly as the ones I'd lived pushing shit into my veins.
“Brass.”
A hand fell on my shoulder and I turned, setting my empty beer glass on the bar. Blackjack stood behind me, decked out with a few more patches on his old cut.
“I've got something I need to give you, son. Come with me.”
I followed him down the long hall, passing several brothers with girls against the wall, their hands dipping between the bitches' legs. Loud rock drowned out almost all the sound, blasting through the clubhouse's sound system.
We stopped in front of the storage room. I gave him a dark look as he opened the huge door. The thing was slowly turning into a real storage room, changing from the dank and brutal dungeon it had been under Fang.
He walked me back to the end of two new shelves, and then grabbed a big black bag. “Right where I left it. Take it and get the hell out of here.”
It was awfully familiar. Heavy too. I looked inside and did a double take when I saw all the cash stuffed in there.
“What the fuck? This is Missy's old inheritance.” I looked up, meeting his eyes. “I thought this shit belonged to the club's coffers now?”
“Not anymore. A million in cash is what your girls deserve for their pain and suffering through all this.” He reached into his pocket, plucked out a cigarette, and gave it a light. “This club's got to get its sins right. I'd give you the rest, but it's already been deposited and spent, laundered through our legit operations.”
“It's plenty.”
“There'll be more for her if she wants to work the club's books. We need an accountant who can keep her mouth shut. Barrel decided to go down with Fang's ship, and I'm not sure about any other brothers keeping watch,” he said, talking about our old club treasurer. “Fucker had been skimming money off left and right for years. So did Fang. Fat lot of good it did them in the end.”
I nodded. Blackjack looked at me and waved his hand.
“Go on, Brass. Get lost. You deserve a little fun before we come home to our war tomorrow, and I know you won't find it here.”
“Thanks, Prez. You're the fucking best.”
I really meant it. I tucked the money carefully into my saddlebag and rode, fast and hard, taking off to the hotel where I had the girls while we waited to find something more permanent.
“Is Jackie home?” I asked, as soon as I pushed my way into the kitchen. I tucked the bag in the closet near the door, just out of view.
Missy ran toward me and gave me a kiss. My cock jerked fierce. Damn that woman had a gift for making me jump, no matter how tired or preoccupied I was with other shit. As soon as her lips landed on mine, there was one thing on my mind. It was hard as fuck to put sex on hold, but I needed to do this.
“She's doing homework. Why?”
“Get her in here right now. I got something for you girls. Both of you.”
She gave me an odd look, and then moved to the door joining our two rooms. I'd rented double, knowing we'd be here for at least a week or two.
One knock and the kid opened up. She came out, and both of them sat at the little table in the corner. I ripped the closet open and pulled it out.
It took my girl several seconds to realize what was coming down in front of her. Then her hand trembled, reaching for it cautiously.
“Present from Blackjack. The shit you were owed all along from your dad. It's not everything...but I think you'll agree it's plenty.”
Missy unzipped it and pushed her hands throug
h crisp, fat stacks of cash. Jackie let out a squeal and jumped out of her chair, looking like she'd just run face first into one of those gawky boys she loved to listen to, signing about broken hearts or some shit.
“Use it wisely, girls, I know you will.”
Missy dropped the two wads of money she was holding back into the bag. It was her turn to freak out, jump into my arms, and wrap her legs around me. Big fucking mistake.
I couldn't resist kissing her hard, all while her little sis laughed and made a face.
“Thank you,” she whispered. “You don't even know what this means...”
“Yeah, babe, actually I do,” I said. “Means you're gonna send the kid to college and finish school yourself. Then you're gonna do whatever the fuck you want with that money. It only took a drive through hell to bring it back where it belongs, right?”
“Right,” she agreed, pushing her smiling face into mine.
We'd spilled a lot of blood and suffered to turn everything upside down rightside up again. And now, it was all worth it, clear as the sun and laughter lighting up the room.
XI: Room to Love (Missy)
One Month Later
The Nevada sun was high and hot, but I wore it anyway. Ever since I put on the jacket with PROPERTY OF BRASS sewn on its leather back a couple days ago, I felt totally naked without its smooth, comforting embrace on my skin.
I sat beneath a sunbeam at the massive casino hotel, looking down over the pool where Jackie spent the majority of the last two days when she wasn't with us. My little sis was definitely making the most of her Memorial Day – stretching out in the warm water, trying to catch a tan. Some gawky looking boy kept coming around, making her flush and giggle.
“Shit. Is that kid sniffing around the girl again?” I turned and saw Brass standing there with my afternoon coffee and a beer for himself.
“Oh, leave her alone,” I said with a smile. “She's having fun here. I'm sure she likes having somebody besides us for company.”
“Says the big sis who doesn't notice all the friends she's been having over lately.” Brass narrowed his eyes, still looking out the window. “Girlfriends are one thing. I'm keeping my eye on that fucking punk, though. She's too young to know a good man.”
I laughed and rolled my eyes. “I hope we have a daughter someday. You're going to make one hell of a dad.”
That got his attention. He stepped away from the huge window and pulled me up, tugging me into his arms. “Fuck, babe. Any kid you give me's gonna come out so perfect I'll have it easy. But right now, I'm too damned horny to worry about changing diapers or waving a shotgun in some scrappy boy's face when he comes by for prom.”
“Oh.” I looked down and noticed the lump in his pants. “Sounds like we'd better go take care of that. You never know when Jackie might get sick of her company and come knocking for another night on the Vegas strip.”
“Plenty of time for everything, Missy.” He leaned closer as we walked toward our room. “I'm gonna fuck you hard enough 'til we can get back to it around midnight. You're gonna feel it when you slip your heels on and hit the town tonight. I'm not ashamed to leave you sore.”
No, he wasn't. The instant we pushed into our room and he kicked the door shut, he ripped the coffee cup out of my hand and set it on the bathroom counter.
“Save that shit for later. You'll need a pick me up when we're through.”
Rough hands pushed me to the wall and he sank down, tasting my lips, kissing his way across my throat while he groped my breasts through my shirt. Jesus, the leather wrapped around me was really sweltering hot now.
I tried to push it off, but Brass grabbed me by the shoulders and shook me. “You lose everything but that. Leave it on, old lady. I wanna see my name on you when we fuck.”
“Brass!”
He tugged at my jeans, and then my panties. They came off fast and he allowed me to step out of them. Then he grabbed my legs, pushed them to the wall, keeping my thighs splayed apart for his face.
“Shit! That feels so good...”
And that was only the first lick. It was somewhere beyond amazing by the third or fourth time his tongue pushed into my wet pussy, lapping cream and readying me for the ecstasy he promised. I tensed, pivoting my fingernails on his scalp for support, the only thing that would keep me from toppling over while his tongue work quickened.
My heartbeat spiked with the rising pleasure. My knees started to shake around him, but he only tightened his grip, looking up at me with hungry eyes. His tongue smothered my clit and rolled, circular and delicious, its energy shooting straight to my very heavy head.
You'd better fucking come for me, babe, his eyes said. Keep fucking my tongue. Don't stop 'til you squirt. Have you forgotten who whose pussy this is?
I heard the answer throttling in my head just as I squeaked out one last breath, before the fire overwhelmed me.
Mine.
He burned the word into my flesh, wild and wicked as the first time he said it, everything I'd ever be for the rest of my life. My muscles convulsed. I pinched my fingers tighter through his hair and screamed.
My ass climbed the wall several inches before rocking into his insatiable mouth again. Bucking, grinding, fucking the man I'd given myself to, loving his sweet control. It was total, overpowering, and sweet, even when he had his face between my legs.
Hot breaths and the cool rush of air where he'd been woke me out of my stupor. I looked down and saw him wiping his mouth, then he stood and began to loosen his belt.
“Get your pretty ass over to the bed.”
I nodded, trying to shake the orgasmic tickle out of my legs as I went. The room was a total luxury with padded beds, decorated like a palace. So was the adjoining one we had for Jackie. I almost felt guilty laying down on the big bed, naked and exposed. It was a far cry from the dirtier, duller places we'd always fucked before.
“How does it come so natural for you here?” I whispered, admiring his naked body.
The bed sank down as he settled between my legs, catching my hair in one fist. “You talking about these digs? Shit, babe. I wouldn't think twice about fucking you in the Taj Mahal. If you think this place is too good for us, think again. I haven't begun to give you what you deserve.”
“Yeah?” I reached between my legs for his dick, already poised dangerously close to my pussy lips. “Show me.”
His eyes practically burst into flames and melted out of their sockets. He fucked his way right through my hand and swung his hips down, pushing his way inside me until my fingers couldn't hold him anymore.
“Fuck!” Brass growled, his beautiful tattooed chest swelling as the fire danced lower. “I got no problem handing out reminders when you're this tight and wet. Stop thinking, babe. Turn your head off and fuck me as hard as you can.”
He kept his thrusts slow. Hard. Intentionally teasing me with rough, long, steady strokes until I began to buck back, the itch in my womb exploding inside me.
Amazing what a little sex could do to clear the mind.
All the worry and doubt eroded, stroke by stroke. Soon, I had my arms and legs wrapped around him tight as he fucked harder, desperately rising to meet his thrusts, every part of me winding up in the sheer need to –
“Come!” Brass growled. “Let it fucking go for me. I wanna feel fireworks around my dick.”
His wish, my command. My body couldn't say no to the mad heat roiling my clit, his fullness rocking and thrashing inside me.
I ground my head into the mattress and exploded. Coming with Brass the second time always felt better, longer, sweeter for some reason. I gurgled pure pleasure and rolled my eyes on black and red, sweating and clawing at his back, dying and coming back to life on his dick.
And coming was the keyword above all else. I came until it felt like my own soul left my body and then slammed back into these exhausted bones.
Of course, he wasn't done. It was never that easy.
His rough hands tugged at me, rolling me around, setting me o
n my hands and knees.
“Right there, babe. Let's see how fucking hard this fancy bed shakes when my abs are slapping your ass.”
Oh, God. The thought made me horny all over again.
He sank into me, holding me up by the leather shoulders. I couldn't see him behind me, but I knew his eyes were glued to the brand on the back, PROPERTY OF BRASS written in white on black, the light to all the darkness we'd fought through together.
“Fuck,” he grunted, thrusting his cock deeper, finding a rougher tempo in his favorite position.
It was quickly becoming mine too. Something about the slap of his balls on my clit really set me off. Soon, the fireworks he wanted flew through my blood again, colorful star bursts becoming screaming meteors.
We fucked hard and fast. The bed shook like it was the middle of a great earthquake, and my hair flopped all over the place. I hoped there'd be time for a shower later to hide the sex hair from Jackie – though my sis knew damned well what was going on almost every night since I'd gotten this jacket.
I was his old lady, and I didn't hide it. I didn't dare dream of anything else besides screaming his name, loudly and gratefully, an echo for the whole world to absorb.
The leather formed a sweet, sultry cocoon over my flesh. I roasted inside and out, sticky, but not even caring. The greatest heat was still a few more minutes away.
Brass slowed his thrusts just long enough to grab my hair and hold me up, reaching one hand past my naked waist. He pinched and rubbed my clit, vicious little strokes timed to match his new rough thrusts.
“I want you to come with me, babe. I'm not gonna bust 'til I feel your pussy clenched around me. Come on.” He quickened his strokes. “Come with me. Let me feel your pulse, your slickness, your heartbeat. Let me feel your love.”
The fiery tingle started deep and slow. Strange, given how rough his friction rubbed inside me, rocking me from head to toe, kindling a slow moving firestorm that jerked my hair with him.
God! There was no stopping it when I finally exploded.
