Moe, the half-ass referee, comes and wraps up my hands. He’s an ugly little dude.
“Cain, how’s it, man?” he asks as he wraps my left hand in my red “Caution” tape wraps. Moe secures each hand so no fucks cheat with razors or brass knuckles.
“Just ready to fuck some shit up. You?” I peer down at the smaller man.
I guess he can tell from my tone he better lift his head and show me some fucking respect when he speaks to me. Moe is one person who has seen me mess up countless fools, up close and personal. This more than likely won’t be the last fight at which he wraps my hands, either.
“Fine, have a good fight.” He looks me in the eyes as he answers then nods and walks to my opponent.
He gains a miniscule amount of my respect by looking me in my eyes when he answered. There are quite a few men who won’t even look at my face when they talk to me here. It makes me want to punch them. I hate weak men.
A few minutes later, there’s a loud, shrill whistle. Looks like it’s show time.
“Tonight our brawlers are Cain and Smoke. Bikers, fuck some shit up so we can win some motherfucking money!”
The crowd starts screaming, and I gauge my opponent. He’s about my size, same height but blown up. I bet he’s juiced up on some steroids. He reminds me of a fucking gorilla, big ol’ arms. His head’s shaved, and he has a scar running down the side of it. I bet he’s a scary fuck to some, but he’s just another meathead to me.
He makes his way toward me, and I see his hits before they even happen. I do this shit all the time, so I can read most people’s moves before they make them just by watching how different body parts rest. I learn quickly what they favor, what’s weak, and what may be injured.
Bingo, his knee, old injury. I notice he also likes to wind up his arm instead of throwing clean, quick jabs.
I stare him in the face. He’s breathing heavily and glaring like that’s going to intimidate me. I side kick down onto his knee, and he drops, letting out a loud scream. I probably just crushed his kneecap with my motorcycle boot.
Douche is smart on his way down, though. He jabs out and clips me on the side of my jaw. When he makes it to the ground, I reach out and quickly grab his ears, smashing his face into my knee. Blood sprays from his nose and goes everywhere.
I step back to let him get to his feet; I prefer a more fair fight.
“Agh!” he roars and charges at me like a bull. He gets an uppercut to my ribs.
Fuck! All right, I’m done playing.
I yell back and slam my head into his bloody nose. I hear everyone in the crowd scream, and it fuels my adrenaline. He stumbles back, and I come at him with consecutive jabs—two, two, and one.
My last jab does it, and he falls to the ground.
“TKO, motherfucker! Next time, don’t touch my ribs.” I turn and nod at Moe. Mark it, another one for Cain.
The coke is thrumming through my blood with the adrenaline. All I can think of is getting a cold beer and fucking London. I check around for Twist and pick out London right next to him.
Good girl. I’m surprised she listened.
She notices me walking toward her, and her smile lights up. I did that…I put that smile there. I beam back at her.
“Hey, sweet cheeks, you good?” I place my arm around her back as soon as I’m next to her.
Every biker in here has been checking her sexy ass out, and they all need to know she’s here with me and she’s leaving with me. I’m all sweaty, but that’s good—my scent will be all over her.
“I’m great. That was so fucking awesome! God, Cain, you were like a machine.” She’s so excited, she’s jumping up and down while she talks.
“I was just telling Twizzler here that you looked so hot.” Twist grins over at her like she’s the most adorable thing he’s ever seen.
I have to do a double take. Twist, the crazy motherfucker, is wrapped around London’s little finger. I bet she doesn’t have any clue how good she has it with him. Twist would skin some fuckers alive if she asked him to.
I’ve never seen him be so gentle and nice to anyone before. I smirk at him; I’m so giving him shit for this later.
“Good fight, brother. Your little troublemaker was yelling at the top of her lungs, cheering you on the whole fight. I thought she’d puke. You didn’t tell me she was such a cool bitch.” He and London smile at each other, and she squeezes his arm. He hands me a small towel and a beer.
“Thanks, man.” I wipe the blood off my face and chug half of the beer.
I’m still hyped up and ready to get London by herself. I need to get us out of here. I know someone here will stir up shit if I hang around for too long.
“You about ready to take off?” I ask and look down at her.
She knows exactly what this means. She’s been teasing me since the grocery store. It’s all been foreplay leading to this. It’s time I quench my thirst, and London’s just the right one to fulfill it.
“Actually, can we have a few beers first? I was so busy watching you, I didn’t even have one.”
Ah, so she’s a little nervous. It’s cool. I’ll give her a chance to get her confidence back.
She needs to relax some, and I need to have a little downtime anyway. I may end up hurting her unintentionally if I take her right now. I am a little numb to some feelings, and I would hate myself if I gripped her too hard or was too rough. I love a good, hard fuck. But I want her to enjoy all of it, not get scared.
“We usually head to the clubhouse and drink there, so we don’t have to spend money where we just won it.” I tug her to me and rub the tip of my nose down the side of her throat, making her shiver. I stick my tongue out just a little to make it cool when I pull away and the air hits it.
“Okay, that sounds like fun,” she easily agrees.
Good, it won’t be long.
We all load up and ride to the club. We drive back faster because we all have extra energy from the adrenaline. After a fight, the brothers are in a good mood, wound up, and ready to party.
We get back to the compound and head out back to a big bonfire the prospect got started for us. I sit beside the fire in one of our wooden Adirondack chairs and pull London on my lap.
I shift my knees so she can get comfortable. Her tiny shorts seem to shrink even more when she sits down.
“Prospect, get us some beers!” I holler over the music. Guns N’ Roses’ “Patience” is blaring into the black night.
A few seconds later, London and I are handed a cold beer. I pull London back against my chest and wrap one of my arms across her waist. It’s warm still, but after such a hot day you can get a chill sometimes at night. Plus, it gives me a good excuse to have her molded to my body. I see some of my bros checking her out, and I want her all over me.
“You comfy, sugar?” I whisper into her ear. I feel her shiver again, and it makes me smile.
She must be sensitive on her neck. I lightly nip at her earlobe. She turns toward me and our noses touch.
“I’m more than comfy, Cain.” She leans in and starts to kiss me. Her lips are soft and her mouth is cold from the beer she just took a drink of. I suck her tongue into my mouth and then draw on her bottom lip.
After her lip pops out of my mouth, I dive back in to kiss her. Her tongue follows mine as I try to get as much of her taste as possible. I pull away slowly and look into her eyes.
She’s so fuckin’ gorgeous. She’s always made my heart beat fast. I tuck her closer to me and begin to kiss and suck on her neck; she tastes clean and a little salty from the humidity in the air. Her hair is surrounding my face, and all I can smell is her flowery shampoo. She smells so good and girly. It’s such a huge turn on that she’s so girly, so different from me.
I’m hard around the edges, and she’s curvy, soft, and feminine. I love her hips and tits, gives me something to hold onto. I stand up and pull her with me.
“Come on, baby, it’s time.” I swear if we wait any longer my dick might shoot off like a rock
et out of my pants.
She nods and follows me back to the clubhouse. On the way, I snatch up two new beers for us.
We make our way down the dark hallway to my room. I’m glad I cleaned it up today so it’s not a total pigsty. I lock my door and set the beers down on the side table next to my bed. London is looking lost as she stands in the middle of my room, her arms crossed in front of her body.
“Come here, baby.” I hold my hand out to her, and she walks straight to me.
When she gets in front of me I reach behind me over my head and pull off my shirt. Her eyes watch, glancing all over my chest and arms as my muscles flex with my movements.
I see her take stock of each tattoo covering my body, and there are a lot. I’m covered: hands, fingers, arms, shoulders, pecs, neck, and my back. I also have a large tattoo that takes up most of the front of my left thigh that’s the same as my cut. It has the Oath Keepers top rocker and the Texas bottom rocker framing the insignia.
I lean down and start kissing her neck. It got her hot the last time, so I figure it’s a good place to start. She steps closer toward me after a minute. I run my hands down her shoulders, her arms, her sides, and lightly run my fingers under the hem of her tank top. I slide my hands upward, taking her top as I go and find her tits are bare.
Baby wasn’t even wearing a bra.
Her rosy nipples are puckered. I can’t help myself as I lean down and take one of the buds into my mouth. She lets out a little moan as I suck deeply on her flushed nipple.
I reach down to undo the button on my jeans; I can push them down when I’m ready. I run my hands over her sexy little stomach until I get to her shorts, and her stomach muscles tighten when she realizes I’m about to take them off. I let the nipple fall from my mouth and switch to her other tit, showing it some attention, sucking and playing with the peak with my tongue and lips. My tongue is pierced, so I run the barbell back and forth over her nipple.
I push her shorts down and feel she’s wearing a tiny G-string. There’s barely any material there, making my dick feel like it’s about to explode. If I’d known she was hardly dressed when she was pressed up against me on my bike earlier, we’d have not made it back here before stopping off on the side of the road somewhere.
I walk her backward toward my bed until the backside of her knees hit, and then I gently push her down onto the bed. My nostrils flare as I breathe her in. She’s absolutely stunning; her creamy skin highlighted by the long, black hair spread out around her. Her tits and cheeks are flushed again, and it turns me on to know I got her like this and have barely done a thing to her yet. That’s how I know she’s turned on; she has that little tell.
I snap the strings on her panties and shove them into my back pocket. Leaning down, I rest one knee on the bed between her thighs and just take her in. Her pussy is bare and her little plump lips glisten with her wetness.
I bend down and suck her lips into my mouth, licking up all her sweetness that’s leaked out then stick my tongue into her core. I put two fingers deep inside her and she moans.
“Oh God, Cain.”
Yes, baby, call me God.
“Baby, this cunt tastes so good; I could eat you for hours.” I coat my tongue in her wetness and then lick over her clit quickly. I feel her cum soak my fingers that are pumping in and out of her deeply, slowly.
“Fuck, Cain, I want you. Please stick your cock in me, please.”
I push my pants and boxer briefs down, then reach over and grab a condom. London takes the condom and rolls it down my dick while pumping it and squeezing it a few times. I pull her to stand up, and she looks at me, confused.
Oh, she thought this was going to be good ol’ missionary. I don’t think so.
I walk her backward again and push her against my bedroom wall. I put my fingers deep inside her for just a second. I want to feel her tight cunt squeeze around my fingers again.
Her pussy juice runs down my hand, confirming she’s ready to take me. I’m fairly large and don’t want to hurt her too much. I grab a thigh in each hand to wrap around my hips and pin her to the wall. I slide into her wet pussy in one smooth thrust.
“Oh fuck,” she moans out huskily.
“Yeah, London? I thought you were ready? I thought you wanted this cock deep inside your tight pussy?”
“Yes, oh I did. I mean, I do. Yes, just do that, whatever that is.”
“What, baby? You want me deep inside, pounding this pussy? I’m going to pound it, baby, don’t worry. I’m going to fuck this little pussy so hard you’ll have trouble sitting down tomorrow.”
“Fuck, Cain, please, give it to me.” Her nails dig into my shoulders as she holds on.
I bend my knees so I can sink in at a different angle and drive my dick up into her, hard and deep. I pound into her a couple hard times, and I feel her pussy start to spasm.
“Milk my cock, baby, take that cum deep. Good girl.” I shoot off, and my cum goes into the condom.
I kiss her tenderly and slowly for a few beats. Then I slide her down my body so her tits rub against my chest and set her down on her feet.
“You good, sweet cheeks?” I ask quietly and hold her upright so she can get her bearings.
“Yes, thanks, that was umm…that was just—wow! Do you want to lie down? My legs feel kind of like Jell-O.” Her voice is a little shaky, and it makes me smirk.
“London? Did I say we were done?”
“Oh, no?” She peers up at me, asking like it’s a question.
“Get on all fours on the bed. I’m going to spank that ripe ass and make you come some more. I’m not going to be done taking that pussy for a while,” I demand.
What kind of lazy ass has she been with before me? Once? She’s fuckin’ crazy if she thinks I’m giving this chance up. Never mind, I don’t want to picture her with anyone else.
Chapter 3
Three months ago…
“What the fuck do you mean you’re going to Tennessee?”
She can’t just show up at the clubhouse spewing some shit after we’ve been fucking for the past three months. I don’t work that way, and she should know this by now.
“I’m so sorry, Cain, but I have to go check on Emily and make sure she’s okay. I told you how psycho her ex, Jeremy, is.” She’s in a rush. She’s standing in the club parking lot, car packed full of her shit with the engine still running.
Yeah, the bitch didn’t even turn off her fuckin’ car to give me this news.
“When are you coming back?” I sound like some whiny ass. But fuck, she’s got me pretty hooked on her ass.
“I don’t know; I’ll be gone as long as she needs me, I guess. Remember I told you I was already looking to move up there. I’ve been planning to transfer to the college for a long time. We’ve talked about this, Cain.” She peers down at the ground as she says this.
I can’t believe a chick is fucking saying this shit to me right now. I don’t give a fuck if I think of her as my girl or not, this is fucked up, and I’m pretty damn pissed.
“So you’re saying you aren’t coming back then?” I squint at her, trying to get a read on her feelings and movements. She has her arms crossed against her tits in a defensive position. It’s almost like she’s waiting for a fight and is ready to say what she has to in order to leave quickly.
“I’m saying that I’m going to check things out up there. If I like it, and I find a job…then yeah, I’ll be staying up there.”
“Just like that? You’re going to stop by on your way out of town? Not even offer me a chance to chill with you before you go? That’s all I’m worth, huh? After three months of being with each other all the time, just a quick ‘see ya’ as you drive by?”
Her eyes fill with tears when I say this. I wish I could say I feel bad for making her feel guilty, but I don’t. My heart hurts right now. Not only has she become my girl, but she’s become a good friend to me, and I’m fucking pissed.
I obviously didn’t mean the same to her as she means to me. I
understand that now, though. I get it. Never should have looked twice at the bitch. She already has her fucking mind made up, and I’m done wasting my fucking time on this conversation.
“P-please Cain, don’t make this harder on me, please,” she says quietly, and a tear drops down her cheek. Her bottom lip trembles slightly, and her lashes are wet from her tears. She’s breathtaking right now, yet crushing at the same time.
“Nah, boo, this is what you wanted. I must have just forgotten to put my feelings on hold. Maybe I was fucking stupid enough to think you were happy and wouldn’t want to fucking move. But you know what? Fuck this shit, London. You go do what the fuck you want. You always do anyhow. I just won’t have to have the same pussy every night anymore. Have a real good fucking life in Tennessee. I’m out,” I utter sarcastically.
I shake my head and turn around to walk back into the clubhouse and drink a fifth of whiskey. Maybe two or as many as it takes to make this conversation disappear altogether.
“Cain, please don’t ruin our friendship because you’re angry. I care about you, really I do. I’m so sorry. I wish I had time to talk about this more to you, but I have to leave.” Her voice shakes as she says this, but I just can’t bring myself to feel bad for her. I’m so angry, I’m boiling inside that she’s pulling this shit.
“Yeah, sounds good. Just fucking get out of here,” I mutter, gruff and quick.
I walk inside the building without saying anything else. She won’t come inside like that. She knows the club doesn’t tolerate any kind of drama with females. If a female starts shit they get thrown out and banned. It’s an easy way to keep the crazy and cat fights out.
Cats, huh? Fuck me! This is going to take some getting used to. She’s overtaken everything in just the short time we’ve been fooling around.
“Hey, brother, was that London I saw out in the parking lot? She looked upset,” Twist grumbles as he walks up beside me. He gets excited when he sees her. She’s always bringing him his favorite sandwich or cookies. I swear, the brother has probably put on ten pounds since the bitch first came around. If he knows she’s upset, he’s probably ready to go kill whoever made her that way.
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