by Eden Rose
“Welcome to Bike Fest 2017! We’re so proud and happy to have so many sponsors here and to have all the vendors back from last year. A couple of rules that have been set in place. If it’s not your bike, don’t touch it. The same goes to women. If you see a woman with a patch, keep your hands to yourself unless you want to get killed.”
Last year, there was an incident with a prospect fucking some president’s old lady on the president’s bike. It was a big hassle that almost got all the clubs involved to help solve it. We didn’t get involved, but we were ready to intervene if needed.
“Oh! Special call outs to some of the sponsors that are here! The Plague, The Lucifer’s Lair, The Huns, The Road Angels, The Death Squad! Thank you, guys, for sponsoring our event this year.”
Jen’s face is lit up with excitement over everyone cheering and chanting their club name. I place my hands on her hips to draw her close enough for her tangled hair to tickle my nose. “Are you ready to have a good time, baby?”
She moves her ass back and forth against my dick. “More than ready! What’s first?”
“Anyone who is not a patched member of Lucifer’s Lair, kindly get the fuck out!” The Bear says above the chanting.
Chantal wanders over towards my girl and tugs on her hand. “Be careful with my girl, Pinky,” I warn.
Both smile at me with too much teeth. They aren’t fooling me at all with this act. “Sure, sure, Slice. We’ll be back soon.”
I watch them both walk out of the tent and towards the street where all the vendors are at. My dick hardens while Jen walks away into the crowd of people.
“Listen up, mother fuckers,” The Bear shouts. “This is a clean event, no one is goin’ to go off rails or anything. You get me?”
“Aye!”
“Now,” he clears his throat. “Some of you know that I have an old lady now, I want you to watch her like a fuckin’ hawk. You get me? Chantal doesn’t leave your sight and the same goes to her friend.”
I mentally agree that I don’t want Jen to get lost in the crowd but I don’t say anything. The last thing that I need is for my brothers to know that I’m feeling this girl more than I’m letting on.
Including Jen. I have a feeling that if she knew how I felt about her, she would run scared and never talk to me again. It’s bad enough that when I gave her the jacket that claimed her as mine, I meant everything the jacket stands for. I want her to be mine and I don’t give a shit if the other brothers give me fucking hell over it.
“All right, let’s go figure out the shows,” Rabies shouts and throws his hand in the air.
By shows, he means the women who dress up in skanky outfits and dance around to get money. It’s entertaining but it’s not something that I’m interested in watching right now. Especially when I have Jen.
“I’m gonna go find Pinky and Blue. See ya later!” I say.
“Wait! I’m comin’ with you,” The Bear says. “Prospects! You’re responsible for watching our shit and bikes. If you need to pee, pee in your pants. Shit, shit in your pants. You don’t leave!”
Joe punches me in my side and points towards where the girls walked off to. “So., You brought a chick with ya.”
“Yeah, so did you.”
He shrugs and looks over the sea of heads. We both light cigarettes and look for our girls. “Did you ever think that so many people would have blue and pink hair?” I ask him.
Joe shakes his head. “Nah, brother. This is totally new for me.”
“Fight!” Someone yells off to the side.
This is normal when it comes to mixing bikers from different backgrounds and places. People feel like they have to fight to be better and bigger than the rest of the guys but it’s stupid as shit.
“It’s two girls!” Some guy yells.
“Mother fucker!” I shout and instantly think that it’s Jen and Chantal. “I’m going to beat her ass if she’s in the middle of this.”
He’s already walking over to the guy that was talking about the fight. “Where is it?” He barks.
The guy stupidly points over towards The Plague’s tent. “What color hair did the girls have?” I demand.
The guy shrugs and begins to shake a little out of fear. “Pussy,” I murmur under my breath and run over to The Plague’s tent.
JEN
“Have you ever seen so many naked bitches before?” Chantal asks me while we walk through the tents and vendors.
I shake my head and then point towards a vendor with Harley stuff. “Damn! I’m going to buy Noah something for being fucking amazing,” I inform her.
“Girl, you got it bad…”
“I know, man. I know. I wonder if we have to barter or haggle or anything like that that we did in Mexico.”
“I have no idea.”
We are walking through all the different tents and vendors when I stop and place my hand on her shoulder. “Chantal, I’m getting worried about Jimmy. I don’t want to tell Noah but I’m wondering if I should…”
She nods her head and pushes up her sunglasses. “I think you should tell him. It would be worse if he heard it from him or something.”
I tilt my head to the side to think of something to say. “What if I’m just a hole for him to fuck?” If I can’t be honest with my girlfriend, who can I be honest with?
She stops walking and places her hand on my elbow to squeeze. “You really like him, don’t you?”
“Duh, isn’t it obvious?” I retort sassily.
“You are such a smart ass!”
I smile at her but it’s kind of weak. “I like him and like how he makes me feel but he might not appreciate it when I tell him I’m married.”
She starts nervously laughing like she does when she wants to say something but doesn’t know how to say it. “When are you going to tell him? When he proposes to you?”
I feel itchy with the thought of that. “Fuck no!”
We walk over towards the vendor with the motorcycle decals but we’re stopped before we even get there. Two men in leather step in front of us with beers in their hands.
“Hey, beautiful ladies,” one of them says with weird teeth.
Shaking my head, I walk around him. Or at least I try to. “Not interested, man.”
The same guy with the weird teeth grabs my arm and pulls me back towards him. “Didn’t ask if you’re interested, sexy mama. I was just sayin’ hi.”
Chantal and I both say hi at the same time and try to walk away from them. The other guy wraps his arms around our waists to pull us closer to him.
We try to weasel out of his clutches but he’s stronger than we thought. “I think you should come over to our corner and hang out with us. You know, get to know us a little better.”
I didn’t get a good look at the guy who has his arms wrapped around us, but then again, I didn’t want to. “Look, I’ve tried to be nice, but we are not interested!” I reply sternly.
The guy with the weird teeth gets into my face and takes a deep breath of my scent. “Damn, I love fresh pussy.”
“Excuse me?” I blurt out. “Back the fuck up. I’m not interested!” I shout at him.
“Look, you little cunt. You don’t get to walk around here like your shit doesn’t stink and flaunt your sexy little body. Come and hang out with us.”
Chantal looks like she’s getting antsy and tries to get away. “We aren’t doing anything,” she stutters out with big eyes.
Weird teeth guy smirks at me while grabbing my ass with his hands. He squeezes both cheeks and tries to kiss me. I jerk trying to escape but he won’t let me go. “Stop strugglin’. You’re just getting my dick hard.”
I gag.
“Fang, if you want to keep both your fucking hands, you might want to let go of my girl.”
My heart races in my chest at the sound of Noah’s voice. Fang, as I now know him as, doesn’t let go of me though. Instead, he palms my ass more.
He smirks at Noah. “If I didn’t know any better, I would have thought she was fr
ee game. You know? Lookin’ all hot and shit.” He’s taunting Noah and baiting him, I can tell. But then he whispers in my ear something that makes my blood crawl. “Your husband did say you have a nice and tight pussy. Said since you’re busy whoring around, I can have a taste.”
With my anxiety reaching a fever pitch, I try to jerk out of his hold wildly. “Who the fuck do you think you are?” I spit at him.
My elbow is grabbed so roughly that I’m pulled out of the man’s hands. Someone grips my hips and I look up and see Joe’s eyes staring at me. “Are you all right?” He asks me.
I shake my head vehemently to show him that I’m not all right. I’m the opposite of all right. “Where’s…” I start to ask where Chantal was but I see her behind Joe.
How does he know that I’m married? When the fuck did this happen?
SLICE
Seeing Fang’s dirty hands all over my woman’s ass makes me want to kill the mother fucker. Jen’s claimed for all he knows and him grabbing her like this is him signing a death certificate.
The minute Joe has Jen in his hands and pulling her away, I strike. I don’t give a shit about the truce that we have or the business arrangement. Fang has crossed the line and he’s going to pay for it.
My fist plows into the gut of The Plague’s president repeatedly. I don’t stop until I hear him gasp for air. “Don’t touch things that don’t belong to you!” I yell at him.
“She was askin’ for it, Slice! Look at her!” He tries to reason with me.
“I do look at her. I look at her because she’s my woman! You stupid fucker!”
“Slice! That’s enough!” My president calls.
I don’t stop, though. I’m a man possessed.
My vision clears when I hear a scream and a cry out. “Please, Noah. Please stop!” Jen cries.
My fist feels like it’s made of lead when I stop punching the other club’s president. He’s on the ground in a heap but I don’t feel the least bit sorry for him. Fang brought this on himself and he should have known better. He should have respected Jen’s property patch on her body before taking it upon himself to push up on her.
“This ain’t over,” Fang spits out blood.
I smirk at him. “Good. I look forward to it, fucker.”
He hobbles to his feet but I don’t help him up and neither does any of his club brothers. “Ask your bitch why she was walkin’ past my tent anyways. Maybe she wanted a real man,” he spits at me.
My fist tightens again and threatens to punch him all over again. “Get the fuck out of my face.”
“Slice!” Joe calls out to me.
I spin on my heels and see Jen crying in his arms. “Shit,” I grumble and stalk over to her. I take her from his arms, pulling her into mine to pick her up. Once she’s in my arms, she tucks her head in my neck and takes a deep breath. “I’m sorry, baby. I’m so fuckin’ sorry.”
She’s shaking like a leaf. “I was so scared,” she murmurs.
“Nothing’s going to happen to you. I promise.”
I carry her away from The Plague’s tent and back to mine. Once we are inside, I walk over to the cot that’s ours, and sit down on it. Jen’s tucked in a ball into my chest.
In the background, I can hear several of my brothers being told what happened with The Plague and we all knew what was going to happen, eventually. We were going to war and it wasn’t going to be pretty.
“I’m sorry,” Jen says into my neck.
Baffled, I ask: “What do you have to be sorry about?”
“I don’t know. I just felt like it was something I had to say.”
A chuckle bubbles in my chest and I let out a snort. “You are somethin’ else, baby. Something completely else.”
She giggles while untucking herself from me. “Let’s go to one of the shows or something. Show me around.”
“Are you sure you’re up for that?”
Jen squints her eyes. “Fuck yes, I’m sure. Are you going to show me or do I have to ask someone else?” She waggles her eyebrows up and down.
I’d have to kill that person.
“All right, all right. No need to be a vixen. Get your ass up and get ready to see some shit that you can’t un-see.”
The Bear is waiting for me off to the side with Chantal wrapped around him like a baby chimp. When they see me walking towards them, Chantal struts over to Jen. “How bad is it, prez?”
He shakes his head, lighting a cigarette. “Let’s just say, it’s not fuckin’ good. Fang’s teeth are more fucked up than before,” he chuckles.
“It’s funny that they call him Fang because of his teeth being so fucked up.”
“I’m gonna have to do damage control when I get back,” The Bear informed me.
I nod my head, understanding what this means. “Don’t kiss his ass or some shit, man. He had it comin’ when he was palming my girl’s ass.”
“We’re ready!” Jen sings, doing a sexy walk towards me.
She’s changed out of her tighter than fuck jeans into a mini skirt that shows off her figure. Holy fucking shit. This woman is gorgeous. Jen’s top has been swapped for a ripped-up Harley shirt.
I whistle my appreciation. “See ya later, prez,” I call back to him as an afterthought. My whole focus is on this blue haired woman. “Hello, gorgeous. Do you mind if I take a picture of you?” I ask her innocently.
“A naked one?” Jen quirks her lips into a slight smile. This woman is going to be the death of me.
“That’s not a bad idea,” I consider the image that is left in my mind. “In this case, I need a picture of you so I can show everyone my future ex-wife.” I tried in vain to keep a straight face and not laugh after I said it, but I busted up laughing regardless.
Jen’s fighting the giggle that is bubbling in her chest just as the DJ begins warming up for the night. I wrap my arms around her to pull her close to my chest. “You look gorgeous, baby.”
“Thanks. I’m glad I look good for my future ex-husband.”
*
“Are you ready Bike Fest 2017? Are you ready to get fucked up?” The DJ calls from his platform.
One thing I can say about my woman, she can drink. We’ve been going shot for shot for the past three hours but we’re hanging in there.
Jen’s twisting her body from side to side and driving me crazy. I’ve got my hands on her hips to create a slow grind between us as the next song begins to play.
My hips thrust against her ass and she meets each of my thrusts with that hip twist that women do to drive men fucking crazy. My fingers migrate their way down to the hem of her short skirt to trace up her inner thighs. She shivers against my fingers just as the notes to the next song blare through the speakers.
I was sick of restrictions sick of the boundaries about to close the door
Such a lack of conviction no real connection what should I settle for
But you caught my attention you built on the tension and you left me wanting more
Now I don't know what to do with myself do with myself I don't want nobody else
I let you in I let you in and you infected me
Can't get enough of you
Can't get enough of you
I breathed you in I breathed you in and now I'm in too deep
Don't think I'm pulling through
Don't think I'm pulling through
Can't get enough of you
Can't get enough of you
You're so contagious Running through my veins
you're so contagious Hangin onto every word
You're so contagious And I can't get away
You're so contagious and now I know for sure there is no cure
Trapt is one of my favorite bands and Contagious just became my favorite song. Every word that is said, every emotion that is conveyed through the words, all of it has to do with Jen. I’m so fucking addicted to her that I can’t see straight.
How do I handle this fucking revelation? I inch my fingers past the hem of her panties to tra
ce the seam of her pussy.
JEN
When was the last time that I have ever had this much fun? I honestly don’t think I have ever had this much fun in my life. Noah is something else. He’s completely the opposite of what I thought of him all this time.
He’s not just a booty call or a fuck buddy anymore. He’s become more to me each moment that passes by.
And it scares the shit out of me.
If my mind wasn’t sloshing with all the Tequila that I have consumed, I would have thought about the fact that I’m still married to a hit man that was in prison. Hell, I would have considered mentioning that I’m actually a hit man’s daughter too.
None of those confessions are coming out right now because I’ve decided to be selfish. I know that as soon as Noah knows about me, he’s going to ditch me and tell me that I’m more trouble than I’m worth. It’s going to happen.
I’m going to take this weekend and soak up as much fun as I can before going back home and packing up my shit to get out of here.
The words to the song Contagious by Trapt are playing, making me feel all fuzzy inside. Each word feels like another string that’s entwining me with Noah.
Having him leave me is going to hurt like a bitch.
“Now I know for sure, there’s no cure,” Noah whispers in my ear just as his finger brushes my clit.
Against the curve of my ass, I feel his cock hardening, spurring me on to do something I have always wanted to do. Have sex in a public place. I allow Noah to rock my body to the beat of the music and we are now in a slow dirty dance.
It amazes me that everyone around us has disappeared making me think that we are the only ones out here. I tilt my head back against his chest, turning to rest my cheek on his pec. His stormy eyes are looking down at me with wonder and admiration.
His finger dances over my clit, making the little ball of nerves stick out against my piercing. I moan loudly, without abandon. “Fuck,” I stutter as he picks up his momentum.
He takes one of his hands away from my body, slipping it between us. I feel him undoing his belt and then feel the unmistakable ridge of his dick. He pushes my underwear to the side and lines himself up.
Noah pushes himself inside me, burying his dick to the hilt. The invasion of his dick so roughly, makes me even wetter. Thank fucking god that I have my skirt on tonight.
