The Ride

by Jaci J

  The truck ride was fun to say the least. Little talk, and a whole lot of side way glances. Big bad ass biker isn't one for meaningful conversations. Who'd ‘a thought? Pulling up in front of pop's place I hop out before the trucks in park. No need for awkward conversation. I'm not the hanging around type. I need a shower and some food. My mood a little scattered and a headache nagging. “I'll be here,” Tank grunts. This is nothing new. Shit's going down, all women are always escorted. Fallowing me to the door he stops as soon as I'm safely inside. Settling his big body into a rocking chair on the porch he gets comfortable. Damn knife at his side, a gun in the waist of his jeans. I can't imagine how sitting is comfortable, but whatever. Nodding my okay I head in. Straight to the shower I go. Stripping down on my way. I let the warm water wash over me. I can't help but be a little thoughtful about big and bulky on my porch. God damn is he sexy. All large and scary. Trouble all over in that smirk. I remind myself that this not why I'm here, but hell if a little rough fun doesn't sound exciting. It's been too damn long. Rinsing off I turn off the shower. Toweling off I get into some comfy clothes. Hair in a wet messy bun I throw on some clothes. Big black and white checked thermal button up on, hanging to mid-thigh. It was my high school boyfriend's, before he hauled off and got himself killed. It's worn and comfortable. One of the few things I have left of him. He turned his back on the club. No loyalty, they offed him. I'm not bitter about it. Not even heartbroken over it anymore. Sometimes it's a sad memory I dredge up from time to time. I guess I'm more careful now than anything about life and my love after him. That was the lesson I learned. Be cautious with my heart. He's dead and I've moved on. But that's a whole can a worms I do not want to open. He died taking a part of my heart right along with him. Asshole.

  The smell of fire roasted tomatoes, cheese, and herbs greet me in the kitchen. Before going to the club with my pops I started dinner. Taking it out of the oven I notice it's really coming down outside now. Rain pounding on the house. An angry summer storm rolling in. Glancing through the window I can see big and beefy in the rocking chair looking bored as hell. Cleaning his nails with his buck knife, his face blank and bored. He can't be dry out there either. Why do I do this? They're not all lost broken puppies. Before I can talk myself out of it I'm at the back door. “Aye, you hungry?” I ask him leaning against the door frame, arms crossed. Made a big pan of lasagna might as well share it. Pops and I can't eat the whole thing alone. Head jerking up his eyes pop up to me in surprise. For a second he just looks at me not saying anything. Eyes leisurely travel from my head to toe. What the hell? A big smile breaks over his face after a second. Nodding he pushes himself off of the chair, muscles pulling and straining at his movements. Well God damn. “You sure?” he mutters before he comes in. Jesus Christ, these damn rules. “You hungry or not?” I retort over my shoulder walking back inside. The door clicking closed gives me my answer, he's hungry. Walking around the kitchen putting the finishing touches on dinner, plating food, and cleaning up as I go I can feel his eyes on me. Watching every move I make. Every step I take. He’s damn near starring holes through me. “You gunna put more clothes on then that?” he finally asks me. His rough deep voice catching me off guard. It’s just so deep and gruff. Standing at the sink I look over my shoulder at him. “If I do you gunna stop staring at me?” I retort smartly, lifting an inquiring brow at him. Tank snorts a laugh, clearly amused at my question. “No, probably not.” Well at least he's honest. Setting a big plate of lasagna, bread, and salad on the breakfast bar for him I look him in the eyes. Leaning into the kitchen island I smile sweetly and say, “then no. I like being comfortable and this,” I tell him waving a hand at my shirt, “is comfortable.” Shaking his head he rolls his eyes. “God forbid you not be comfortable babe.” My turn to roll my eyes. Ignoring him I sit myself across from him with my own plate and we begin to eat in silence. Smiling at me he digs in. That's a heartbreaking smile right there. Dimples and all. Dropping girls on their knees with one smile. To good looking for his own good. Shaking my head I dig in too. Yeah to damn good looking. “Fuckin' hell women. You a chef or somethin'?” he mumbles around a mouth full of food a few moments later. Lovely manners. A chef? Not even close. “College professor,” I mutter dryly. Well college professor to be if I didn't come here that is anyways. Eyes pull up to mine, damn near chocking on his food. He looks a little confused. “No shit?” He sounds doubtful. Figured this would illicit that type of reaction. I just smile and nod at him. I wonder if he even knows anything about college. Probably never set foot anywhere near one. Yeah, it's doubtful. I refrain from making a snarky remark. “You're a teacher?” he asks me again. Face still full of doubt. “Where you think I've been the last eight years?” I counter quickly. Shrugging he mumbles, “not a clue.” He goes about eating again. Thoughtfully chewing his food he keeps his eyes on his plate for a while. We eat in silence for a few more minutes. Every so often he looks over at me, smiling. Clearing his plate, setting his fork down, he turns towards me. “Like lectures, paper gradin', and assignments? You really teach college classes and shit,” he asks me. Cowboy knows his shit. Had him pegged for a complete idiot. Beauty and brains, who'd ‘a thought? “I'm workin' on it.” He looks truly shocked. That makes me laugh. Do I really look that different? Didn't know teachers looked a certain way. He looks interested, that's a surprise. “How long did that take?” he asks me sounding truly interested. A long, long time. “About seven years give or take.” Smiling he nods. He asks me questions and keeps me company while I clean up around the kitchen. He’s definitely not the worst dinner date.

  2

  Tank

  Watching her walk around the kitchen making Low a plate and cleaning up I can't help but feel a little fucking stumped, not to mention hard. Biker brat is a God damn professor. I've heard some crazy shit in my time and this one is something for the books. All I can picture is her in some plaid skirt. Her ass hanging out, white button up missing a few buttons, thigh high stockings, glasses on, and a ruler in her hand. Fucking her on a desk also comes to mind. Fuck maybe even smacking that ass with said ruler. I’ve got to stop I’m only making myself harder. I can't stop watching her. She just draws me right in. Holding my attention which isn’t easy. A bitch holding my attention is worth talking to. She looks nothing like I pictured. Brothers talked about how hot she was, but they didn't do her justice. Motherfuckers holding out on me. Bending down she slides the leftover food into the fridge. That sexy fucking thermal riding up. Let me tell you that kind of shirt has never looked sexier. Shit. Just the slightest bit of ass peeking out from under that shirt. Black lace panties and all. But that's not the killer. It's the god damn tattoo that's got me adjusting myself in my jeans. Hell, I'm painfully hard. Right across the back of her thigh about three inches from her ass. Some sort of scrawl right across her fucking leg. Hands twitching at my side. It's taking a lot of strength not to jump over this fucking counter and put my hands all over that body. As my will wanes the screen door slams into the house cutting my plans short. “Lil, baby,” Low booms from the door. Shooting me a curt nod as he walks in his eyes on his daughter. Emptying his pockets and holster he sets down his guns, knife, and wallet on the counter. In waddles Tiny after him. His name some sad joke. Poor guy. “Daddy,” Lil drawls. Spinning around she shrieks in excitement as soon as she sees Tiny's ugly mug. Knocking a stool over as she goes. Right into Tiny's big ass arms she jumps. “Tiny,” she sighs. A big ass happy grin on his fat face. Running his hand down the back of her head, my hands start twitching for a whole other reason. “Baby girl,” he coos adoringly at her. Jesus Christ, he's putty in her hands. Eyes soft and smiling while he looks at her. He's got to be pushing fifty, it's fucking strange and wrong. My dirty mind starts playing out all sorts of scenarios and none of which end well for Tiny. He's my brother, but I will put a bullet in his fucking skull. “Uncle Tiny I missed you,” she whines. Uncle? Lord. Twitchy hands calm down a bit. Releasing Lil he comes up behind me, slapping my shoulder. “Keepin' watc
h, yeah?” he snorts in disbelief. Shaking him off I ignore him. He thinks I'm here trying to get some pussy huh? If I wanted it I'd get it. Don't need to be trying for it. Never in my life have I had to work for pussy and I’m not starting now. Sliding off of the stool I know I'm not needed round here anymore. Heading for the door I know my time with Lil is up. Lil's head snaps towards me as I walk to the door. She watches me for a moment not saying anything. Low looks between her and I for a second. Standing up he turns to me. “Thanks brother for keepin' an eye out for my girl. Barbeque tomorrow, yeah. Bringin' the bitch?” he asks. I know what he's doing. Smart man trying to keep me away from his daughter. I don't blame him. If it weren't for him showing up she'd be bent over the kitchen island. Those pretty lace panties of hers around her ankles. My dick buried deep in her. Fucking barbeque and shit. Damn it, I forgot about that shit tomorrow. Got the God damn bitch coming. Fuck me. “Yep,” I clip, nodding stiffly at Low. “Thanks for the food Lil,” I tell her smiling weakly. Nodding my good byes to Low and Tiny I beat feet. No need to hang around. Fuck. Looking back at Lil for a second she looks a little lost. Blinking those doe eyes she fixes that shit. She nods one time before turning away from me. Fucked. Completely fucked.

  Standing outside the club with Gin, Stitch, and Leo we're loading up some old bikes and shit to be scrapped when a big ass jacked up black Rubicon flies into the club lot. “Jesus Christ.” What the fuck? Reaching for my gun Leo notices and shakes his head once with a hard look. Who the hell is this motherfucker? Assholes know better than to speed in my clubs lot. Gin just chuckles. The driver’s door kicks open and out hops a little ass Lil fallowed by Happy on the passenger side. Kissing her head he walks into the shop. Jaw clenched. Watching him kiss her doesn't make me fucking smile. She’s sporting jean shorts giving me a good view of those legs. A tiny fucking black tank top, a little bit of flat stomach showing. And she’s missing her shoes. Hair long and curly hanging down her back, looking a little wild. She looks as beautiful as I remember. I am so fucking screwed with this one. Spotting us she takes off right for Gin. “Caleb!” she squeals with excitement. Right up into his arms she leaps. “Missed you brother. Thought you were comin' by last night?” she grumbles into his neck. Hugging her back he sets her on her bare feet. “Got caught up. Come by tonight, yeah?” Cocking her head, pursing those lovely lips, and her hands on her hips she looks like she's thinking about it. Gin just rolls his eyes at her clearly not buying her shit. “Comin' over whether ya like it or not now ya little shit.” Laughing she smiles at him. “Aye, what 'bout me?” Stitch pipes up. Fuck she's got him whinny and shit too. Swinging around she smiles sweetly at Stitch now. Looking at her impatiently he throws his arms open, “well girl?” Wrapping her arms around his middle she hugs him. “Yeah you two,” she whispers softly. Kissing the top of her head he smiles. Next she's on to Leo, kissing his cheek. “Hey old man!” She giggles. Best fucking sound I've ever heard. I could listen to that sound forever. Jesus Christ he looks like he's blushing. “Glad ya back gorgeous.” What the fuck is happening? Are these not the three same dudes who were just talking about killing some dude in County? Before I know what's going on she's on me next. Little hand rested on my arm. Her body so close I can almost feel her. Big smile for me. What the hell is happening? All of sudden I feel calm at her touch. An immediate sense of an easy tranquility hits me. Her touch has me feeling settled. “Hey Tank!” She beams up at me through some dark lashes. Big deep brown eyes you can get lost in. Well shit. Caught off guard I just stare at her like a fucking idiot. Mouth opening, but nothing coming out. “You come with the guys if ya want too, okay?” Waiting for a response she lifts a brow at me. Impatient little thing. “Yeah,” I mumble stupidly. It's all I can come up with. Eyes shining she nods once. With a little squeeze she lets me go. What the fuck just happened? Turning those big brown eyes back on Gin she asks, “inside?” Throwing a thumb back towards the club he nods and mumbles, “She fuckin' missed you.” With a sad smile she mutters, “me too.” That's when I hear it. A loud ass bang from the club door and a girly ass squeal. “Oh my gawd!” Spinning on her heals Lil's face lights up. Her smile hitting me in that dead lump of meat in my chest. “Bitch!” she shrieks in excitement. And off they go, right at each other. “Girl I've missed you.” Arms around each other they stumble into the club chattering, giggling, and talking loudly. Door closing behind them cuts off the loud ass girly noise leaving silence in their wake. I'm stuck staring like I just survived some sort of natural disaster. Feel like I just got sucked up into a twister and spit the fuck out. Holy shit. Turning back towards the load of bikes Stitch and Leo laugh at me. Gin slings an arm around my shoulder. “She got away 'bout her. Been like that since she could walk. Does it to everybody. Ya just survived Lil, brother.” The next two hours I listen to them talk about her and I never fully recover from it.

  Spent all day around her and I'm still in some sort of a daze. It's been hours and I can't get it together. It's one in the morning and I'm still stuck. I should be home sleeping, but no I'm stuck here. Sleep. You know that shit you're supposed to do at night? Yeah, you know the thing where you lay down, close your eyes, and all that shit? No not this motherfucker. There's no sleep for me tonight. Sitting at the clubs bar with bottle of Jäger, and some bitch on the bar top dancing around half naked. There's no sleep for me. I'm pretty sure this bitch on the bar is high on something. Eyes wild and unfocused as she stumbles around the on the bar top. Crazy ass whore. Gin's sitting in a chair getting head from a naked bitch. Another girl setting next to him letting him play with her tits. Apparently they're enjoying themselves from all the annoying ass giggles coming from the girls. Poor Peaches don't deserve this shit, but who am I to say. “Aye man. What the fuck wrong with ya?” Happy drawls, lumbering up next to me. Plopping his ass on a stool next to me. What's wrong with me? My fucking mind, that's what's wrong with me. Lil's in there fucking shit up. Driving me crazy. “Nothin' man.” I try to brush him off, but no such luck. He looks like he wants to argue that. Inquisitive ass dude. “Not happy with the whore on the bar?” he asks eying Sarah or Jill, whatever the fuck her name is. Running his eyes up and down her body, looking like he likes what he sees. Girl sucks some mean dick, but she should since she spends half of her day on her knees. Other than that my dick isn't going anywhere near that pussy. Pretty sure I stick that shit in there it's coming back with all kinds of baggage and I'm not just talking about kids. Shuddering a little I smack her leg. “Get off the bar bitch.” Giggling she leaps into my lap. Tits right in my face. Fucking hell, that was not an invitation. “Get the fuck off me.” Pushing her off me and into Happy's lap she looks thrilled. He'll show her a good time. Sick motherfucker. “Ya sure brotha?” he asks me. Like I give a shit. Sharing women isn’t nothing new. We all know how to play well together. We share our fucking toys. Nodding, he grabs the girl dragging her to his room. “Hey baby. How you doin'?” Twinks sashays her way over to me another bottle in her hand. Low's permanent bitch. She isn’t his old Lady, but she takes care of him and he in turn takes care of her. She’s got a room in the club for her. She's easy pussy. She cooks and cleans for him, but that's about it. “Yeah. I'm good Twinks. How you doin'?” She shrugs looking unsure. Here it comes. Bitches and their emotions. “Eh, so so. Low's girl is back in town. Ain't no room for me when she's around. He can get pussy anywhere, but she's here to take care of him.” Her voice thick, eyes watery. I'm not good with this shit. “Ah, I'm sure shit will be cool.” But even I sound unsure about that. That girl's rocked up in here and I know shit's about to change. We can all feel it. It's in the air.

  Pulling my bike into the club lot I can see parties in full swing already. Party got pushed back a few days due to a few issues, but now it's time to get wild. Dusk's in the sky when I get in. The sky painted in reds and blues. Rain finally let up. Bikes from a few local groups line the parking lot. Brothers from other chapters visiting. A welcome home party for Lil, not that we need a fucking reason to party. Guys from other c
lubs came to see her, along with drink our booze. There’s got to be at least a hundred and fifty bikes here, along with twenty or so trucks. The lots overflowing with bikes and trucks spilling onto the sides of the road. Loud music and voices echoing in from the back. Quick security run took a while longer than expected. Stitch and I are the last to the party. Walking into the back of the club the place is crammed full of people. People milling around the club house, people in the shop, most are in the yard. Everyone is happy and having a good time. Red Solo cups in hand, smoke in the air. Busting out at the seams the place is over flowing with bikers. Walking into the back yard there are people everywhere. Fire pits blazing. Burgers and dogs on the grill. Ice chest over flowing with drinks. Food table crowded with different colored Tupperware containers. Hugs and greetings are passed around as I make my way into the party. Haven't seen the girl of the hour, but she's around here somewhere. I'm bullshittin' with Gin, Leo, and Stitch when a tiny hand touches my arm. A God damn second of happiness passes through me. Lil? Turning around I'm met with blood shot eyes and fake tits. The bitch, or as some would call her, Bubbles. How I ever found her good looking is beyond me. Stringy over dyed blonde hair. Fake tits. Terrible fake tan. Caked on makeup. She's fucking gross. “Baby,” she purrs. Fuck me. I'm not gunna lie I prayed the bitch forgot about tonight. Not my lucky night.