Ride Me Away

by Jamie Fuchs

  “I’ll touch whoever I wanna touch, whore.”

  He continued to stand in the way as he lit his cigarette. I didn’t really feel like dealing with this shit, so I tried the second door. As soon as I began pushing it open, he lunged at me, throwing one hand up to cover my mouth and the other around my back to hold me in place. The ash from his cigarette trickled down my shirt and burned my skin as it fell from his lips.

  I tried throwing him off and kicking, but I didn’t have enough room to get any leverage. My heart was racing and my body was going into a panic as my screams were muffled by his hand.

  He pinned me against the wall by the door and his hand found its way lower, rubbing my pants over top my clit. I hoped for Jag—for anyone to see me and help.

  “Hey, let go of her!” I heard a familiar voice from behind him.

  The sound of a man running toward us was like music to my ears. Buster let go of me and tried to run.

  Ryan? What the hell is he doing here?

  Ryan tackled Buster to the ground and they wrestled as Buster tried to escape. Ryan put a knee into his back, forcing a painful oompf out of Buster as he collapsed to the ground.

  The door to the bar opened beside me and Jag walked out, calmly bringing his cell phone to his cheek. He looked at the struggle happening beside him, then at me before putting his phone away.

  “What the hell’s this?” he asked.

  “Buster…”

  “Fucking hell.”

  Jag threw Ryan to the side and lifted Buster to his feet. Ryan stood up next to them, panting from the struggle as he dusted his pants off. Jag pinned Buster up against the wall and leaned in close to his face.

  “I thought I told you to stay away from her, you piece of shit.”

  He threw Buster back to the ground and kicked him in the ribs before turning to Ryan.

  “And you too. What the hell are you doing here, prick?”

  “That’s not important right now.”

  “Sure as hell it is! Are you following her?”

  Ryan didn’t respond. Jag threw a punch, but Ryan just barely dodged it. He retaliated with a quick left hook and it blindsided Jag, causing him to stumble.

  Buster took this opportunity to scramble to his feet and run away as fast as he could.

  Once Jag got his footing, Ryan was standing, ready for a fight. I couldn’t risk Ryan winning, so wrapped my arms around him from behind, attempting to surprise him and render him less mobile. Jag seized the opportunity and got two hard hits in while Ryan tried to throw me off.

  I wasn’t strong enough to hold on for long, and Ryan threw me to the ground, sprinting off just as fast as he had come. Jag rushed to my side and helped me back onto my feet.

  “You all right?” he asked through his already swollen lips.

  “Yeah, I should be fine.”

  I held onto Jag as tight as I could, and he wrapped his arms around me. It was the only place I felt safe anymore.

  The Raid

  Jag held me for a few minutes until I relaxed again. Then he pulled out his cell phone and began dialing.

  “Call the boys. We’re doing it tonight.”

  Then he hung up.

  “Kim, this will be the last night that you have to worry about that bastard Buster.”

  I didn’t like the sound of this. I knew enough to know that Jag wouldn’t need backup to take care of Buster himself. He had something bigger than that in mind.

  We got on our motorcycles and headed down the street for the clubhouse. The other outlaws showed up, one by one, shortly after us.

  “You sure you want to do this tonight?” one of them asked Jag.

  “Yeah.”

  “Hold on, let’s check in with Rex first. We can’t just go in there without any intel. They might not even be there,” Rodney said as he pulled his phone from his pocket. He dialed a number.

  “Rex, what’s the low-down on the Reapers?”

  We all waited quietly as Rodney listened to his response.

  “Perfect, thanks Rex. We’ll drop off a nice care package for you one of these days.”

  Rodney hung up the phone.

  “Let’s go. They’re having a party.”

  The crowd of men released a primal cheer at the good news. They grabbed whatever guns they could; rifles, pistols, SMGs. Things were about to get bloody.

  Jag turned back to me, “Buster is going to wish he kept his hands off of you.”

  “This is about me?!” I whispered.

  “We’ve had a score to settle with these guys for a long time, Kim. Buster’s just a damn good reason to go all out on these fuckers.”

  He handed me a pistol, an AK, and a black ski mask before walking past me to follow the other men.

  Jesus. How could I go on so many missions throughout a career and always easily slip below the radar, then all of a sudden, I meet one guy and shit falls to pieces like this?

  We all piled into two large black vans with no windows in the back. Immediately, I noticed that I was the only girl they’d brought along, but that only made sense by how they’d all acted last time there was a shootout. I sat beside Jag and across from Rodney.

  “You with us here?” he said.

  “Yeah,” I replied, nodding emphatically.

  “Good.”

  He let his eyes linger on me for a second longer before turning to the rest of the group.

  “Everybody remembers the plan?” Rodney spoke with authority.

  “Yeah,” the men echoed over each other.

  We drove for about thirty minutes before the ride got bumpy. My heart rate increased, but my training allowed me to remain calm. This would be my second time being involved in a real shootout, and I was not looking forward to it. I much preferred sneaking around and getting clear shots. Dodging bullets wasn’t exactly my forte.

  “Here we are, boys!” the driver yelled back to us.

  I took a look through the front window and saw a well-lit house just up the road before we took a right turn and disappeared behind some brush. The van stopped and the doors opened. It was on.

  One after another, the men pulled their ski masks over their faces and piled out. Since I hadn’t been let in on their plan, I had no choice but to follow their lead.

  We left the vans at the road and quickly made our way through the blackness that encompassed the foliage. Nobody said a word.

  We stopped about two-hundred meters from their clubhouse, ducking low in the ditch beside the road. We were close enough to hear the thumping of the bass coming from their party.

  Outside, there were three men carrying rifles and laughing. I assumed they were supposed to be on watch, but they were more concerned about their conversation than trying to spot us. Not that they would have been able to see us in the blackness, anyway.

  I watched as the Saviors laid down on the side of the ditch, not yet showing themselves over the top of the road. I got in line beside Jag and readied my rifle.

  “Everyone ready?” Rodney spoke in a normal voice.

  I took a deep breath, awaiting his signal.

  “Let’s do it.”

  The Saviors around me began crawling their way up the side of the ditch until only their heads were showing. We took aim.

  “Let’s wreck these bitches.”

  The deafening sound of gunfire numbed my ears. I knew I had to join in, but I had no reason to be killing tonight. With the muzzles flashing all around me, the clubhouse in the distance began bleeding. I began unloading my gun into the concrete base of the house.

  The three men out front fell to the ground and the lights that had once given the clubhouse a bright glow were slowly being extinguished one by one.

  Soon, the plaster walls began crumbling off in chunks as hundreds of rounds bit into the drywall. Off to the right, I saw one of us running up closer to the building. He got close enough, then hurled what I could only assume to be a grenade up at the building.

  It landed right on the front porch before the man hu
rried back to the safety of the ditch.

  BOOM!

  The grenade exploded, taking out the entire front support structure of their clubhouse. It came crumbling down and dust spewed in every direction, lit only by the remaining lights as they fell with the building.

  Satisfied with their work, the Saviors stopped shooting.

  “Good work, boys,” Rodney said as he stood up. “Justice is finally served.”

  My ears were ringing, and I was a little shocked at the brutality I had just participated in. We left just as quickly as we arrived, leaving no trace of our presence behind other than empty bullet casings.

  When we got back to the Saviors’ clubhouse, the sisters already had the party going in full swing. All that was missing were the men.

  As we entered, the girls stood up and made their way over to us, each being picked off one by one into the arms of a big, strong man.

  “Hey, hey, guys! Come here!” Tadd was manning the bar tonight and had prepared a long line of tequila shots strung out along the counter.

  “That’s what I’m talkin’ about!” Jag yelled as we walked over to the bar with our arms around each other. The rest of the crew joined us.

  “Cheers! To Roxie, John, Karoline, and of course, my little sis, Stef. Tonight was for you!”

  I threw back my shot with the others and joined in on the party.

  Hours passed by quickly, and the numerous shots and beers were starting to get to me. Empty beer and liquor bottles rapidly accumulated on the counters, and things were getting crazy.

  Tadd had abandoned the bar in favor of sticking his face up some tramp’s dress. Rodney had Jessica bent over in a corner, and almost everyone else was engaged in some kind of sexual activity.

  A crowd had gathered around the bar where the girls took turns stripping and seducing the men. They would slowly take off their clothing piece by piece, eventually sticking their cunt or tits into whoever’s face was closest.

  I stayed off to the side. I had no desire to be paraded around like a sex object. I was only here for Jag; I had no interest in any of the other men.

  Jag sat next to me on the couch. He was beginning to get a little touchy as we watched the beautiful Robyn get up on the bar. All these naked women around him had his cock pressing hard against his jeans.

  My own primal desires were beginning to stir as I watched Robyn drop her panties to the floor from under her skirt and seductively walk around as the men below tried their best to get a look.

  She seemed to choose one at random, squatting down in front of him and spreading her legs as she forced his face between them. I was becoming restless, and so was my pussy. My juices had been flowing liberally for at least the last twenty minutes, and the urges were getting too intense for me to ignore.

  Nobody was even noticing us. They were all too busy with whoever was in front of them… or behind them.

  Jag’s hands found their way up my thighs and across my stomach. He wasn’t helping me control my thoughts.

  He leaned in close to my ear, running his hand back down to my aching pussy. I could feel his desire in each breath he took, the warm air sending tingles all the way down the side of my neck.

  Slowly, his fingers found their way to my belt as he kissed my ear. He undid my button, then the zipper before finally making his way underneath my waistband.

  I looked around nervously as he rubbed my wet pussy, relieved to see that everyone else was still clueless that we were even here. Jag’s cock was pleading for my hand, and I had no control to stop it from getting what it wanted.

  Unbuckling his belt and pulling his pants down, I stared at his beautiful cock as I took it into my hand. I turned my head to the side, requiring a supple kiss before I went any further.

  I got on my knees and pulled Jag’s pants down further, taking them off completely. He stared down at me as I wrapped my delicate little fingers around his shaft, ready to please.

  Tiny beads of pre-cum began bubbling out of the tip. I licked him clean each time a new one surfaced. He leaned his head back, groaning in pleasure as he relaxed into his seat.

  When the next salty little bead showed up, I did more than just lick it off. I took his entire cock into my mouth, swallowing it all the way into the back of my throat. Jag let out a surprised moan, his legs tensing against my sides as I did everything a girl could do to please her man.

  I bobbed my head up and down as he ran his fingers through my hair and dug his nails into my scalp. I could tell he wanted more, and I was prepared to deliver.

  Without changing my rhythm, I slowly took off my pants with my free hand. Jag was none the wiser with his head turned upward in bliss. I began unzipping my jacket and removing it, followed by my blouse and bra.

  I stood up and turned around, bending over Jag and grabbing into his cock, setting him at the perfect angle. The long buildup had my pussy was wetter than it had been in a long time, and I easily filled myself with his massive cock.

  Bouncing up and down on him, his groans intensified, as did mine. He reached the far depths of my cunt with each drop of my hips around him.

  Still nobody had noticed us, but at this point, I no longer cared. I just needed to be fucked.

  Jag’s hands found my hips and he grabbed hold, hopefully enjoying the show I was putting on for him as I pleased his cock.

  He began standing up, leaving himself deep inside. I had no choice but to stand up too. Bending over, I reached for a chair in front of me and braced myself for what was to come.

  His fingers dug deep into my hips and his thrusting began; long, hard thrusts that pounded me forward each time as his hips collided with my ass.

  Primal moans escaped my lips as my knees began weakening, struggling to hold up my own weight as he fucked me from behind.

  I pulled the chair closer, leaning over it to take some of the weight off my legs. Screams began bellowing out of me as Jag grunted and groaned. Now people were starting to take notice.

  My tits bounced back and forth on the other side of the chair, and some of the men had turned around at the bar to watch. I began feeling a slight bit of humiliation, but I didn’t care enough to make Jag stop. Everyone was doing it; nobody here was judging me.

  “Give me your face,” Jag commanded.

  He pulled his cock out of me and I quickly turned around, eager to taste every last drop of his cum. His hand was stroking his dick in front of me, and he gave it a good hard squeeze just before ribbons of his delicious white mess began coating my face and tongue.

  “Yeah, Jag!” I heard some cheers coming from the bar behind me.

  Quickly, I grabbed my clothes and head to the bathroom to clean myself up.

  Jessica came in shortly after.

  “That was pretty fuckin’ hot, girl,” she said. “You’re definitely one of us now.”

  The Feeling

  I woke up the next morning, and it took a few moments for me to realize where I was.

  Jag and I must have passed out on the couch. The rest of the night was a blur. I didn’t know how I’d gotten back into his arms, but I was happy to be there.

  Rubbing my eyes, I looked around the room. We weren’t the only ones that had passed out here. At least I was fully clothed, unlike some of the others.

  I looked at my phone for the time.

  Shit!

  I was really late for work. It was already two in the afternoon, and they were expecting me for the lunch rush. I stood up a little too quickly and instantly felt dizzy from the hangover.

  I gave Jag a quick kiss on the cheek and then headed out the door.

  My manager wasn’t very pleased with me showing up late still in yesterday’s clothes and completely unshowered. I just hoped that my face was clean.

  I got right into things, but I kept having weird feelings all throughout the day. The feeling you get as if someone was watching you. I tried to brush it off as the hangover, plus my manager probably keeping a close eye on me, but it still persisted even when she was
n’t around.

  It was hard to keep my cool. I had never felt that sense of unease so strongly before.

  After work, I called Jag to have him escort me back to his place. I still wasn’t even close to being ready to go back to my apartment yet.

  He rolled up decked out in his biker gear. My manager gave me another dirty look as I left with him, but I wasn’t too concerned about what she thought.

  “Everything all right?” Jag asked as we walked out of the café.

  “Yeah… it’s just that… you know that feeling you get like someone’s watching you?”

  “Yeah.”

  “It’s that. It just wouldn’t go away today, and I’m a little worried, especially after what happened to my apartment.”

  “We’ll take you back to my place. Hopefully it feels a bit safer there.”

  It was that time of the month again. Jackson would be in town, and I’d have to meet up with him. I couldn’t stop thinking about what I should tell him and what I should keep to myself.

  I knew for a fact that my blossoming relationship with Jag would need to be kept from him. That would get me pulled from the job and shipped back home in an instant.

  The issue with Governor Prat had me stuck, though. I was never a big supporter of the war on drugs ever since my dad was killed. There just wasn’t enough proof that marijuana was truly a cancer to society for me to justify his death, and I didn’t want any more children to go through what I had to.

  My father wasn’t the only one who had died fighting this war, either. Many had fallen before him. Legalizing it could be a step toward peace, and I knew that keeping it illegal wasn’t going to stop those who wanted it, anyway.

  Then there was the shootout. The cops had been investigating it, but they never found any leads back to the Saviors. I knew that my intel could be extremely valuable for that investigation, but there was still the problem of Jag’s involvement. I couldn’t bear to see him put away. Things between us were evolving into something I had never experienced before.

  That was something I wasn’t willing to part with—at least not yet. I needed more time to figure out how to save him from the wrath I would eventually inflict upon on his brothers.