“I told you I’d take my clothes off so you can get a better look.” I give her my panty-dropper again, and she returns it with her own sexy smile. She’s fucking stunning, no other way about it.
“Oh, you’re a bad boy. You’re straight trouble now, aren’t you?”
I throw my shirt in my backpack and wink at her. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m over here sweatin’ like a sinner in church, just trying to cool off. What about you? You want to take yours off and cool down, too?”
She beams a wide smile at me. “Oh my God! You really are bad. And to think, you were so sweet and shy back then.”
“Yeah, and you were short and didn’t have a juicy ass either. I see time’s been good to you, though.”
She just smiles wide and shakes her head as I attempt to get into her pants. “I have to go, Brandon, but it’s so awesome to see you.”
“All right, London, give me your number so we can keep in touch this time, yeah? And it’s just Cain.”
“All right then, Cain, type your number in my phone.”
I grab it and enter my digits then quickly press the call button, in case she tries to sneak off without giving me hers. My phone vibrates, and I hand hers back.
“Safe drive and text me sometime.” I lean down, kissing her right on the lips. It’s chaste, but she clearly was not expecting me to just go right in. I’m not a pussy--I’ll eat some, but I won’t be one.
“Have a good one. Oh, and, Cain? It’s not ‘baby,’” she reminds me as she’s getting into her car.
I make my way around to her window, and she rolls it down. Leaning on the car, I put my face close to hers.
“You’re only ‘baby’ because I think you’re as sexy as my bike. I told you, she’s the only other one I’ve ever called baby before.” I quickly kiss her on the lips again and walk toward the door to the club.
Yeah, she’ll be back for more or at least text me.
Chapter 2
I’m getting ready for my fight the same way I always do—I do some light cardio and work on the heavy bag for a little while to warm up my muscles.
I have my earbuds in from my phone, so when it buzzes, I hear it immediately. Stopping to check, I glance at the screen thinking it might be Prez about the fight tonight.
Baby: Hey hot stuff. What are you up to?
Me: Hey baby, not much. Just getting ready for my fight.
Baby: Wow, you fight?
Me: Yep. Want to come and watch me?
Baby: Hell yeah, I do! Where and when?
Me: Come by the clubhouse and you can ride with me.
Baby: Okay, what time?
Me: At nine p.m. and the fight is at ten p.m. So, what are you wearing right now?
Baby: Right now, oh, nothing. See you at nine, Cain!
Me: You should send me a picture to keep me going.
Me: Please?
Me: Baby?
Fuck! She probably did that shit on purpose to get me bent. It’s cool. Once she sees me fight, those panties will drop, and I’ll tear that ass up.
“Yo, Twist?” I holler into the main room from the gym door.
Our clubhouse is pretty big. We have our main room with the large TV and couches, the bar with booths and tables, a small gym room with weights and bags, the President and VP offices, our meeting room where we also hold church, a large kitchen, a dining area with a big, ugly picnic table and benches some brothers made that seats twenty, and then our rooms.
The fully-patched members that belong to this charter each have a room and a small bathroom. The compound itself is smack in the middle of about fifty acres, to keep people away. Most of us stay here because the majority of the brothers are still single.
Twist comes into the gym. “What’s up, Cain?”
I’m surprised he didn’t just yell back. He’s a crazy fucker. Likes some real fucked-up shit when it comes to the bedroom and when he’s fucking someone up. That’s how he got the name Twist, because he’s fucking twisted.
I look him over—he seems to be sober at the moment. He likes his drugs when he’s in the mood. He meets my gray eyes with his green ones. I’d say Twist is probably around six foot or so and a hundred and eighty pounds. Not too big but in fairly decent shape for all of the partying and drugs he likes to do.
“Hey, man, I got a bitch riding with me to the fight. When I’m up, will you keep an eye on her? Make sure no one fucks with her?”
“I’ve never known you to claim on some pussy, man.”
“No, man, I’m not claiming shit. I’ve known her for a whole minute and don’t want to have to fuck someone else up for messing with her when I’m in the middle of my fight. You guys would be losing some money if you placed bets for tonight.”
I don’t want any distractions.
I like to get in the fight and get it over with quickly. The faster, the better, as far as I’m concerned. If you take a while then you have too much time to make mistakes. I’m trying not to make a mistake and get my ass handed to me.
“Fuck, man, don’t worry about some bitch. I’ll make sure no one fucks with her. You worry about winning that fight; I’ve got lots of money on it. I know you’ll drag him through the dirt.” Twist snickers as he kicks at the other black heavy bag hanging next to the one I’m working on.
Fucker needs to stop stepping on the mats with his shoes on. It gets old having to clean that shit off all the time.
“All right, cool. Yeah, man, no problem. I’m going to win.”
If anything, I’m going to win because I want London to see me in all my glory. I’ll have a fun night with her in return. Well, most likely a few enjoyable nights with her. I don’t think just one night would be enough for everything I want to do to that sexy ass of hers. I’m going to make sure she remembers me for a very long time.
“It’s getting close to time to ride. Did anyone bring you some shit?” he asks as he walks toward the door to leave the gym.
“Nope, not yet. I was going to wait 'til we get there, so I’m not all hyped up on the drive over.”
That’s all I need, to wreck my bike before we even make it. I don’t know how a few of my brothers function getting that messed up during the day when they really feel like partying.
“Sounds like a plan, brother.” I nod and he walks out. I check my phone and notice it’s 8:30.
Fuck, no more warming up for me.
I need to shower and get dressed before London shows up and my brothers think she’s some club pussy to be tried out.
****
I’m getting out of the shower and drying off when I hear pounding on my door accompanied by yelling.
“Yo, Cain! Some bitch out here said she’s here to see some cats. What the fuck’s this about?”
Shit! That’s 2 Piece, and it sounds like London’s crazy ass is here. Girl’s fucking crazy telling the boys she’s here to see some cats.
I shake my head and shrug my cut on then hurry to the door and open it to see 2 Piece already walking away.
“Yeah, bro, I’m coming.”
Walking into the bar, I do a double take. London’s lying on the bar top in some ass-hugging, tiny, short-shorts and a tight tank top. She’s all legs and tits. Fucking Smiles is about to do a body shot off her tummy, and it appears as if all of the brothers are around her waiting for their turn. She’s up there wearing a huge smile, too, like she’s the Queen of Egypt or some shit.
“Back the fuck up! Smiles, I will knock your fucking teeth in, brother, if you touch her fucking stomach,” I declare, yelling across the bar, and everyone turns toward me.
The brothers all wear grins, and like it happens in slow motion, Smiles cackles loudly. He runs his fingers lightly over her smooth tummy from the top of her shorts to just under her plump tits where her tank top is pushed up.
I see red and charge. Fuck, this is going to hurt.
Luckily, Smiles is only five foot eleven and sitting around two hundred pounds. His name, “Smiles,” is due to his hab
it of knocking people’s teeth out with his brass knuckles. I still have my smile because clearly I’ve been smart enough to stay out of his way, until now. I don’t make it to him; I’m hauled back by a muscular giant.
I bet it’s Ares. I take a few deep breaths—in, out, in, out—and make the blackness recede so I’m able to see again and glance behind me.
Yup, it’s Ares, and he doesn’t seem too amused.
Turning toward the bar, I see London wearing that cocky ass smile of hers. My whole body is drawn to her; it’s like an invisible magnet, pulling me to take her. Man, this bitch here says I’m trouble. She’s going to get my fucking teeth knocked out if I don’t calm the fuck down
“Calm, brother. Save it for your fight. You on the coka already?” Ares squints and looks me over. He’s always been good at being able to read me and my moods.
“No, man, just told Twist earlier to keep an eye on the bitch when I’m not there. And where the fuck is he? Letting all the brothers try to sample what I’m having tonight.” It comes out low, and I glower, searching for Twist.
“All right, well, get your chick so we can take off in five. You’ll be able to burn off that anger in the ring.”
I nod and take another deep breath.
Ares lets me go, and I make my way toward London. The brothers smile, chuckle, and smack my back as I pass each of them. Fuckers are worse than women—they love drama. They’re lucky I didn’t decide to be a dick and sucker punch a few.
I get to a smiling London as she holds out a shot for me. “Hey, cowboy, told you I like playing with kittens.” She holds the shot toward me. I don’t reach out; I just stand still and make her hold the glass.
“Kittens now, huh? This for me?” I smirk and nod at the shot.
I know it’s mine; I just want her to admit it. I want her fully aware that I’m in control of this situation--not her—and the little dramatic bar scene she created. She had the brothers swarming around her like she was a piece of meat dangled for some gators.
“Of course it’s yours; I wasn’t really giving it away to all the other hotties.”
I growl. It’s like she’s implying that she’s talking about her pussy being given away and not the shot. I’ll be damned if any of my brothers get her before me. I’ve wanted this bitch since I was fourteen fucking years old—a brother can wait. No, scratch that. My brothers can fuck off and just not touch her.
“Thanks, sweet cheeks. Lean back,” I order and push her gently to lay all the way onto the bar.
Bending over, I lick her neck and then sprinkle some salt on it. I blow on the salted area a little afterward, and she shivers. Next, I take the tequila and pour it slowly in her sexy little belly button. It overflows onto her tummy surrounding her belly piercing, and she tries to hold still.
“Don’t move and spill it or I’ll have to lick you all over,” I mutter huskily.
I’m getting turned on being close to her stomach, staring at the swell of her tits and wondering if the pink of her nipples will match the pink of her pussy. She sucks in a breath, and I go for it.
Leaning down, I suck up all the tequila from her belly button. I lick inside it, then lick and suck it off the remaining area of her tummy. I pull back then bend down toward her face.
Her eyes widen a little as if she’s wondering what I’m doing. I then suck all the salt off her neck and draw a little harder to leave my mark there by nibbling just enough. She reaches up, and I feel her grab onto my hair and pull it.
Fuck yeah, baby, pull it.
I bite down on her throat a little harder and feel her body jerk. I skim down her body to get the lemon wedge out of her cleavage, then lick around it and suck over the lemon onto part of her tit. Picking the lemon up with my teeth, I rub it gently on the swell of her breasts.
I swipe my tongue in a few long licks so I get it all up, then lean back and look down at her chest. Her tits are flushed a rosy hue; I follow the redness up her throat to see her cheeks have a light red tint.
Her breathing’s a little shallow, and her eyes are dilated. She looks so damn turned on, like she wants to fuck me right here on the bar. Normally, I’d be down for that in front of everybody, but tonight I have to fight first, fuck later.
She seems like she didn’t quite know what she was getting into when she gave me that shot. It was probably the most erotic thing I’ve done with a shot of tequila. We’ll have to see what I can come up with later when we celebrate. I may have to pour some whiskey in her cunt and suck it out. I bet she’d squirm and squirt like crazy on that one.
That’s right, baby, I’m going to fuck you so hard later, your ass won’t be able to walk straight tomorrow.
We all head out to our bikes, and London jumps right on the back of mine.
Her eagerness makes me smirk. “You ride before, sugar tits?” I question loudly over my shoulder as everyone begins to load up and start their bikes.
“Yes, a few times; I should be okay.” She scoots close to me and wraps her arms tightly around my torso.
I reach behind me and grab her ass in both my hands and scoot her so her pussy is resting right up against my ass. I can feel her tits molded to my back, and it’s got me rock hard. It looks like this is going to be a fast fight tonight. I want to get her lying down on her back, then bent over, and then bouncing as soon as possible.
After such a hot day, it’s still about seventy-eight degrees out and probably won’t cool down much the rest of the night. It’s a normal temperature for Texas. Our nights here are perfect for partying, riding, and the occasional swim.
We arrive at the shitty old warehouse, and I feel great. The breeze made the ride the perfect temperature. London kept squeezing her thighs around mine, and I would bet money her pussy was dripping from the bike’s vibrations. I kept thinking of her soaking wet, and it’s amazing we didn’t wreck.
“Hop off, baby, but be careful you don’t touch here and here. I don’t want you to burn those sexy legs.” I point out the pipes and engine and then reach both of my hands around her waist and help her get off the bike. Damn, she rode good on the back. She didn’t bitch once about her hair or anything else, either.
We begin our trek to the warehouse, and I wrap my arm around her to pull her close. “Hey, baby, listen. My brother, Twist, is going to stay with you while I brawl. There are some real fucked-up motherfuckers up in here, and I want to make sure you’re safe. As soon as I beat old boy’s ass, I’ll come to you, okay?” I stare into her eyes, so she knows that I’m completely serious about this. I don’t want to hear any arguing about it.
“I can handle myself no problem, but I don’t want you worrying about anything while you’re in the middle of a fight, so I’ll stick to Twizzler.” She smiles and squeezes my ass.
This bitch, I swear she’s fuckin’ perfect. I come to a stop in the middle of the parking lot and stop her with me. She wasn’t expecting it and lets out a little “Yip,” and it’s fucking adorable.
I grab each of her ass cheeks in my palms and pull her into my body so she can feel my hard on. I rub it against her while she’s pressed up to me. “You grab my ass one more fuckin’ time, and I’m dropping those panties right here and fucking you in front of everybody,” I growl out.
She starts giggling and beams up at me playfully. “Ha, yeah right. In the middle of a parking lot in front of all your brothers?” She gives me a little smirk that says, “I dare you.”
She doesn’t think I will.
I smirk back and slide my hand down the outside of her shorts. I go to the bottom; they’re so short, I’ll easily get my hand in them.
I slide my hand in where her thighs touch then wiggle it up and push a finger between her swollen lips, right inside her sopping wet pussy. She sucks in a deep breath, and her eyes go wide.
“Yeah, I knew this pussy was soaked and needy. Don’t push me, baby. I’d love to fuck you here in front of every single brother. I just have to fight first.”
I pull my finger out and bring it t
o my mouth, sucking all her juices off right in front of her then lick my lips. I stick my finger inside her again, and she moans into my chest. She pants a few times as I suck her sweetness off my finger again and smirk. She bites her plump bottom lip, making me groan.
“Such a tasty pussy, baby. I can’t wait to eat you out later. You’re gonna’ moan over and over, while I pound into you and make you feel good.” I lick my lips to get any taste of her that’s left. With that, I grab her hand and start walking again.
I have to hurry up and fight or my dick is going to break off. I hear a few of my brother’s chuckle. I know those fuckers are hoping I’ll give them a good show and fuck her in front of them, but I’m keeping this fine ass to myself. None of my brothers are going to see her body but me.
We get into the warehouse, and I introduce her to Twist. Thankfully, he’s still sober and appears to be staying that way. He’s not some crazy druggie, but he gets pretty crazy when he does partake in them.
I hope to fuck she doesn’t call him Twizzler. I’m pretty sure he will flip the fuck out and probably try to give her to some idiot to sell in the sex trade market that’s so popular right now.
Twist hooked me up with some good shit to get me spun out tonight. I turn and walk behind the cage where it’s darker and pour out a nice sized rail on the top of my wrist. I take my rolled twenty dollar bill and snort half the rail up my right nostril. Exhaling, I snort up the other half a rail with my left nostril.
I take a deep breath through my nose and then pinch my nostrils together. I lick my finger and wipe it over my wrist to make sure I got everything, and then rub my finger over my gums. I sprinkle on a little extra to put on my gums for the fight. It’ll numb my mouth up nice in case I get hit.
I inhale a deep breath and feel the cool, tingly sensation of the cocaine making its way down my nose and throat. Fuck, that’s some good shit.
I make my way to the cage and take off my shirt. I blink a few times, and suddenly it’s like everything is clearer. I can hear people talking, yelling, and laughing all around me. I see the lights shining down onto the cage’s mat, and I see the old blood splatter still there.
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