The Ride

by Jaci J

  Pushing away from him I can see the plethora of emotions all over his face. His chest still rising and fallowing with his shallow breaths. Fists bunched at his sides. I can see the strain in his muscles. Turning around to leave his big rough hand catches my arm stopping me dead in my tracks. I can't believe I just threw myself at him and he just shot me down. That shit doesn't happen to me. “I fuckin' get it,” I grate out at him. Embarrassed and angry. Snatching my arm away from him I stare down at him completely crushed. Standing up he looms over me. The height differences dwarfs me, making me feel even smaller then I already do. “You do, do you?” he growls. Did I read him wrong the entire time? Fucking bikers and their fucked up emotions. “Do you get me Lil? You understand me n' the shit I'm thinkin'?” he says taunting me. Making me feel like a complete fool with each word. “Ya think ya got me all figured out sugar?” His eyes are heated, fire burning in them. Fucking ass hole. Standing stock still he stares. His posture unforgiving. Big broad shoulder tense and angry. That fight in me burns deep. Not one to take shit lying down I fight back. “Fuck you,” I scoff. The need to punch him consumes me suddenly. “You don't want me, fine. There are plenty of guys here who'd fuck me in a heartbeat,” I say waving my hand around the club. “They'd kill to get in my pants. You think you've got me figured out sugar,” I drawl the word sugar out menacingly quiet. Pointing right at myself for emphasis. “I want somethin' I get it. If it ain't you, it'll be someone else.” I let my last words slap him in the face. The biker brat in me swimming at the surface. I knew she was in there somewhere. I let the bitch in me go. Tank just stares down at me breathing heavily. Eyes wild and crazy. He wants to be a dick, well I show him how much of a fucking bitch I can be and I'll win.

  Spotting a few guys from another charter at the bar I find my target. He's been causing nothing but trouble since he got into town. Plus he looks like he can take a good punch to the face. My eyes set on the slimy guy sitting on a bar stool. I've no intention of fallowing through with any of my threats, but I've got a fucking point to prove. Adding an extra sway to my step I sashay my ass over to him. The guy's eyes swing in my direction as I walk his way. Stuffing the need to gag I lick my lips at him. He's pretty icky looking, but he'll prove my point perfectly. “Aye, angel,” he croons with a drunk slur. Walking right into his open legs he wraps a hand around my waist. Other hand cupping a tit. Gross. “You'd fuck me wouldn't you?” I ask him sweetly with a little pout added for extra emphasis. A stupid question I know the answer to, but hell this is for a little show. He laughs like my question is absurd. “Girl, I'd fuck you. I'd marry. You want it, name it sweet thing.” Tanks big hand wraps around my arm. Tugging me harshly away from the man before I can finish proving my point. My side slamming into his stomach from his hard tug. Point proven any way. Snatching myself away from the both of them I throw my head back and laugh, hard. I strange sense of triumph settles over me. My ego smiles. I won this shit. “The fuck! ...” slimy grunts. A loud bone crunching crack breaking the silence. Blood spews from the guy’s nose. Tank's face full of fury and rage. Murder in those eyes. Even murderous he makes me wet. I need help. “Never fuckin' touch her.” Tanks voice is low and mean. Grabbing the guy by the throat he holds his crumpled body up. “I don't fuckin' care if she asks ya too. You see her, you walk the other way. You touch her again I'll snap your fuckin' neck. You got me,” he growls. The guy nods enthusiastically, a painful pinch to his face. Dropping the guy to the floor Tank turns to me. His next target. “You,” he points bloody knuckled fingers at me. “get your fuckin' ass over here.” He thinks I'm coming to him he's lost his fucking mind. “Fuck off,” I throw over my shoulder taking off towards the door. Looking around I'm thankful this place is pretty dead. Gin and Peaches are in his room, everyone else is either out, in the shop, or in their rooms. No one around to see our little show. A big hard body hits me from behind. Body flung over his shoulder he turns back around heading for the back of the club. Dangling from his arms my body bounces when he walks. Striding through the club with me wailing, kicking, and hitting him at him he purposefully ignores me. “Set me the fuck down!” Pushing through a door he throws me like a rag doll onto a bed. Bouncing around on his bed I hold onto the anger, because at any other time that might have been kind of fun. Kicking the door closed with a loud crack. I hear the lock slide shut. Oh shit.

  “Fuck, ya made your God damn point Lil,” Tank barks at me. Pacing back and forth in front of me. He's running angry hands through his hair. Huffing and puffing he's mad as hell. Wearing a tight blue tee I can the bunch and strain in his arms from his restraint. He's trying hard not to put his hands of me. Trying to keep his anger in check. That mean biker brat in me rears her ugly head again. “Like I said if it ain't gunna to be you baby, it'll be someone else,” I taunt with a mean little laugh. I let my cruel words dangle. “Education Lil. I said I can’t; don't mean I didn't want too.” Staring at me he's silent again, but he looks like he either wants to slap the shit out of me or throttle me. “You don't want it, there are plenty who do.” I add insult to injury. Anger flares in his eyes. Spinning around he lunges at me. Oh shit. Covering my body with his. Knocking me backwards hard. His body pushing mine flat onto my back on the bed. Trapped under him, hands pinned above my head with one of his big hands. “You don't think I want to fuck you? You don't think I've wanted to be buried balls deep in you since the moment you walked your sexy fuckin' ass into the God damn chapel? I'll put it down for you if you need baby.” His words harsh and angry. Still mad as fuck I can't seem to focus on anything other than being shot down down stairs. “I can have ...” His big hand covers my mouth, effectively shutting me up. “Shut the fuck up ...” he rasps heavily. I can feel the slight tremor in his hand from his contained anger. “Yeah I fuckin' know you can have any dick you want. I don't fuckin' like it, but fuck do I know it. But the only dick you're gettin' is mine, because I got it for ya it ya need it.” That handsome face softens with the slightest bit of care when he looks down at me. “Fuck I've wanted you. I've always wanted you,” he grates out. His hand still over my mouth. My body heated and wet from his nearness. Some sick thrill runs through me. Getting off of the anger and rage rolling off of him. Sticking my tongue out I run my tongue over the palm of his hand. Closing his eyes slowly he looks like he's fighting with his patients. “Fuckin' hell. You're playin' with fire baby. I will make you beg and then I will fuck you.” His voice rough and heavy. My skin burns with want. I'm soaking wet. My body screaming for him. Fuck do I want him. He's beautiful when he's angry. Removing his hand from my mouth I smirk up at his grumpy scowl etched into his brow. He's still breathing heavy, grumbling to himself. Hand gripping mine tightly. Fingers digging to my wrists. Leaning up I'm only inches from his lips. “Talk is cheap, biker.” I challenge him.

  Fist full of my hair he slams his lips to mine. Rough and hard he bites my already split lip, but I don't feel anything other than lust. Fingers wrapped tightly in my hair. Harsh and ruthless, he kisses me. He bites my lip hard drawing blood. I taste the blood. Licking my lips he slides his tongue in. Tasting me, feeling me. “Lil ...” he growls around my lips. “Shut the fuck up,” I growl back. Enough talking. I think we've talked to God damn much. Grabbing his shirt in my hands I rip it up over his head leaving me with pure sex. A body made for sin. Tattoos cover his hard sculpted chest and strong arms. Wash board abs makes my hands itch. God he is beautiful. Dark smooth skin. Reaching a hand down I go for his pants. Snatching my hand up kisses my finger shaking his head. “Hold the fuck still,” he warns me hoarsely. Fuck that. Rising up again I smash my lips to his. Biting his bottom lip I let it drag through my teeth roughly. A hiss of breath leaves his mouth, “fuck!” Raking my hands over his chest and stomach I marvel at the warm smooth skin. Built and strong, he's all muscle. Pinning my hands back down he smirks. Tilting my hips up I wrap my legs around his waist. Ankles locked around his hips. He looks a little shocked, but lets me do it anyways. His dick is agonizingly close to me. God do I want it. F
ocus Lil. Focus. In one quick twist he's under me. My hands still tangled with his. Legs straddling his hips. Pussy pressing painfully good into his dick. I hold back the moan at the feeling. Returning his smirk I tell him, “you hold the fuck still.” I've no doubt I'll never be able to get away with that move again. He'll be ready next time. Shaking his head in disbelief he chuckles. “You're trouble my sweet girl,” he drawls smoothly. Letting go of my hands they find my hips. Leaning down into him I let my hands wonder. Lips on his neck, tongue tasting his skin. His hands roaming my body, finding skin. One hand wrapped up in my hair he tugs my lips to his. All soft and tender he kisses me. Licks, sucks, and tastes my lips.

  Knock! Knock! Loud knocking interrupts us. Looking up at the door Tank just shakes his head and kisses me ignoring the door. The person doesn't get the hint, the handle rattles a few times. Tank growls in frustration. “Who the fuck is it?” he shouts impatiently at the door. Just like cold water the voice pours over me. “It's you're old lady, baby,” the women on the other side of the door purrs. Old lady? He's married? What the fuck. Scrambling up and off of Tank I can't get away quick enough. Two blows to my confidence. My poor ego is hiding somewhere under a table now. He's seeing someone and fucking around with me? I'm not sure why I'm so surprised they're all like this. It makes sense, that's why he said no to me downstairs. Fucking nasty cheating bikers. Jesus Christ I'm a fucking idiot. Leaping off of the bed he reaches for my hand. Half naked, breathing heavily, and eyes hungry. Desperately grabbing for me, trying to pull me to him. “Lil.” The look on his face is of sickening uncertainty. Desperation. That's lovely. What an asshole. “Fuck baby, listen to me,” he grates impatiently. His jaw ticking and muscles tight. The muscles in his arms strained, hands wrapped up into fists all over again. Listen to him? Not fucking likely. Fuck him. Throwing the door open I'm faced with Tanks old lady. Bleach blonde hair. Dull and dead blue eyes. Of course big fake tits falling out of a tiny tube sparkly top. Trash. Looks like her makeup has been applied via shotgun. She's taller than me, with a skinny body. Bitch needs a good meal. Instantly I hate her. Looking between Tank and I she shrugs uncaring. Apparently this is nothing new to her. I feel the gag coming up again. God I'm such an idiot. “Hi honey,” she coos at him. Skipping right past me to him. Throwing her arms around his neck. Turning on my heels I don't hang around for the show. Sometimes I'm so stupid about this shit. Half way down the hall I hear him shout at her, “get the fuck off of me Bubbles. I'm not your man.” Yeah he's not right now, but once I'm gone that will change. Loud thudding footsteps fallow behind me. Boots hitting the floor as he advances on me. Fuck. Rounding the corner I come face to face with my pops and Gin. Jogging to a stop behind me Tank curses under his breath, “fuck.” My dad looks between the two of us. His face scrunched up in confusion. Gin just shakes his head disapprovingly. I feel sick and mad as hell. I want as far away from Tank as possible. “Daddy take me home.” I tell him evenly, fighting the angry outburst I have growing in me. If I turn around and look at Tank I might punch him in the face. Ignoring him I plead with my eyes that someone just takes me home. My pops nods at me with a grumble. “Gin, take her home.” Not only has someone died today because of me, Tank's turned me down, and then try to make me his side fuck. Today is just fan-fucking-tastic!

  6

  Tank

  I had her right there. In my fucking bed. Hands on her body, lips on mine. Soft skin. Smelling like a fucking dream. Those soft sweet lips ready to give me whatever the fuck I wanted. Her body on mine. Bruises and all she was still stunning. I fucking had her. Jesus Christ I had her all to myself and I fucking blew it. I blew it royally. Stupid ass bitch Bubbles rocked up in here spouting shit. How the fuck did she get in here any ways? Shit. Now she's crying on my bed. I'm standing her like I don't know what the hell just happened to me. She's sitting there having the lady balls to looks like she fucking cares. That bitch doesn't care about anybody but herself. She's fucked every one of my brothers, prospects, and Lord knows who else and she's sad? Bitch has lost her ever lovin' mind. “But baby I thought you loved me,” she sniffles up at me. Love her? She's got to be high. I don't love that bitch. Never have, never will. “I never loved you bitch. I fucked you. Big motherfuckin' difference. Why are you even here startin' this shit with me?” I ask her impatiently, but it's not like I really care. Why am I even wasting my time with this shit? “Get the fuck outta my room. I don't want to see your ass around me. You feel me?” She sniffles a few more times, but nods. “I feel ya.” At least she fucking knows her place. I don't see her out; I just turn and leave her ass there. She knows where the door is.

  Well that was a fucking blast. The second I set foot downstairs Low sent me on some bullshit run for a few days. Lil was out that motherfucker quick. Never even got a chance to talk to her. Now I'm doing a run of some shit I never do. That motherfucker knows I don't deal with stolen cars and shit. But there I was loading up a few stolen beamers. Foreign cars aren't my thing. By the way he's barking orders and snapping at me he knows something’s up. I don't give a flying fuck. Yeah I may be asking for a good beating. Hell I may even be signing my death certificate, but I just don't give two shits. My heads fucked up and I've got the worst case of blue balls. Fuck I need some God damn relief. Riding home I'm over this annoying shit. It's midafternoon and it's hot as a motherfucker out here. I'm tired, hot, in need of a good meal, and some bitch to sit on my dick. Ringing Gin I need to know what’s going on before I hit my place. Need to know what's waiting for me when I get back into town. Wondering if the bitch whined to someone about us pops into my head. He's one of the few brothers Low lets around Lil all the damn time so he'll know. “Tank,” Gin mumbles into the phone. Right off the bat I can hear water and laughing in the back ground. What the hell is that motherfucker doing? “Gin. Where ya at?” There's some more laughing. I swear I hear Peaches say something about tits. “Shit man I'm at Lows place. Girls are in the pool. I'm babysittin'.” He says babysitting like it's something dirty. Yeah I'm sure he's babysitting alright. “You comin' over?” he asks me. Part of me wants to see Lil. The other part wants to say fuck that bitch. She doesn’t want to hear me out, then fuck her. God damn it. Why does this shit have to be so hard? Never in my life have I had to work so hard to fuck a bitch. Baby is making me work for that pussy. Fuck her is exactly what I want to do too. Why is this girl stuck in my head? I don't need some bitch complicating shit. God damn.

  Low lives on a compound. Nine hundred acres of private secluded forest surrounded by an electric fence. There are a few shops dotted around the property. The club house is at the furthest end of the property, it boarders town. The house is on the completely opposite end of the property. Thick miles of forest separate the two. Pulling down the long dirt road that leads to the house is about a ten minute drive from the main road. A second secure twenty foot high fence encloses the house, which in turn sits on about seventy acres of beautifully manicured lawns all for personal use. Although it's as safe as it can be I still don't see how having Lil out here alone is a good idea. With enough time anyone could bust in here. It isn’t impossible to get in here either. I'd need fifteen minutes and I'd be in. Punching the security pin into the pad the gate glides open. Parking my bike by Gins I hop off. I can hear people laughing and talking out back. Walking to the back yard I can see a few of the girls on the sun loungers. Stitch, Arms, and Rampage by the shop working on something. Gin sitting on the middle island in the pool. And of course Lil and Peaches are in the pool. Every other bitch there is dry and fusing over their hair and makeup. No, not Lil and Peaches. Drinks in hand and smiles on their faces they enjoy the pool. She's just not like all of them and fuck does it make me want her more. It's hot as fuck outside no wonder they're in the pool. Walking up Gin spots me right away. Looking relieved he waves me over. “Thank fuck,” he breathes a sigh of relief. Don't know what that motherfucker thinks I'm going to do for him. I'm not messing with those two. “These bitches won't let a motherfucka off this damn island.” Tur
ning towards me Peaches waves and Lil smiles softly at me. Jesus Christ. Thought she hated me. No now she's smiling at me? “Come on Tank come save your brother,” Peaches giggles. Darting to one side of the island I see why Gins stuck. Both Lil and Peaches raise water guns filled with ice water at him. “Move and you die,” Lil warns him.

  After thirty minutes of me watching Lil like a pathetic bitch and endless torture for Gin, the girls let him down. Poor bastard. Now Gins chasing Peaches around the yard. She's screaming like a loon whiles he's got the gun. Those two are crazy. Lil's still in the pool. And here I am sitting like a damn fool watching her. “You comin' in?” Lil asks me swimming over to the side of the pool. Propping her chin on her folded arms. Big brown eyes with a smile dancing in them watch me. Adorable. She wants me to swim with her? “You want me to come in?” I ask her skeptically. I'm a little shocked. Pretty sure after the other night she hated me and would rather see me dead then spend any amount of time with me. Pushing off of the wall she makes her way to the stairs. Like a fucking wet dream she walks her wet bikini clad body out of the water. I'm not sure it can be called a bikini. Three small pieces of black cloth cover all the fun parts. Damn does she look good though. “If you want too. It's hot out here,” she says fanning herself. Shit yeah it is. Just got hotter. Walking over to a cabinet set up against the house she digs though it. “You got shorts around here? I know some of the guys do.” Some of us do spend a little time here. Barbeques are held here quit often. “Yeah they're red and black ones.” Pulling out my shorts she tosses them too me. Giving me a little smile she turns towards the pool giving me a view of that tattoo and ass. She's fucking killing me.