by Jaci J
“Well shit that didn't take long,” Peaches mumbles sarcastically next to Lil. Pulling away from her I can't help but smile at her. That beautiful face all soft and smiling at me. “Fuck baby you handin' out shit like that, sign me up.” One of the dudes hanging around her pipes up. Wrong move. I'm looking for a reason to knock somebody's ass out and he just gave me one. Turning around I have to fight the urge to breaks his jaw when Lil touches my arm softly stopping me. “Shut the fuck up,” I warn him. I recognize the guy as a prospect. Bad, bad move dude. He visibly flinches when I look down at him. He knows what's up. Knows he over stepped his boundaries. Little arms wrap about my shoulders pulling me back. I'd know those hands from anywhere. The feeling of them ingrained into me. Pulling me back to her, right between those thighs. “He couldn't handle me any way,” Lil says dismissively to the guy. Fuck no he couldn't and he'll never have the chance to find out either. Leaning back into her I calm the fuck down. Running her fingers through my hair I really have to fight the urge to take her ass up stairs. My patients shit today. “You gunna kill him?” she whispers in my ear. Biting my ear she laughs softly. Fuck she's not making this easy. Not kill him, but maybe rearrange his face. “Nah baby.” I tell her. She laughs. She knows I'm trying real hard to control my anger. “When's the weddin? I want to dress up,” Cali asks Lil. For the first time in my life the word wedding doesn't make me fucking queasy and want to run for the hills. “You two getting' hitched already? Pussy that good huh? Gotta lock the good shit down,” Gin adds with a chuckle. He's one of the only who can get away with talking about Lil like that. He's lucky he's family. Shit is good. Good enough to lock down? Shit yeah. “Lil?” I ask her. She just rolls her eyes at me and laughs.
Left Lil on the bar with the girls chatting about wedding dresses and dicks. Those fucking girls are worse than dudes some times. I've heard some nasty shit come out of their sweet mouths. “Sit your asses down,” Low grumbles from the head of the table. We do as we're told. I sit at his left. Gin on his right, followed by Stitch, Tiny, and Leo. Happy at my right, followed by Sargent and Rampage. The other guys plant their asses around the table. Prospects stand against the wall at the back of the room. “Shit's gettin' out of control. The shit that happened last night and at the store with Lil cannot happen again. The two have to be related. I'm done waitin'. Shit needs to be handled now,” Low states. Like we don't fucking know that. “So here's how this gunna go. We need to head out and take care of those fuckers. Shit's gettin' too close to home. Starting to trickle into our pipelines and shit, not good for business. Me, Stitch, Leo, Tiny, Crush, Arms, Sargent, King and the prospects head out. Tank, Happy, Gin, Rampage, Tags, and one prospect hang back. Tank and Gin take care of the run later. Happy and Rampage with the girls when they're gone. Tags and Prospect stay at the club.” You've got to be shitting me. Not a good plan. “Not happening. I'm not sittin' on my ass here while those pricks run the streets messin' with my club n' family.” I'm done sitting around this place while shit pops off. Low turns pissed off eyes to me. He's not feeling my idea. Fucking hell. “Who the fuck is gunna watch Lil then? Want me to strap her to my back and take her? I sure as fuck ain't leavin' her life on a fuckin' prospects hands again. We all see how that turned out last time.” Well fuck me. This shit is fucking with me. Giving me a look he adds, “unless you want me to leave her with a brother from another chapter.” Fucking asshole. He knows that shit would eat at me. I'd end up getting my ass killed. “Fine.” Turning back to the rest of the guys he asks if anyone else has got an issue. Of course Gin looks pissed as hell, but keeps his mouth closed. He wants to spill some blood too. Slamming the gavel Low dismisses everyone. Walking out of chapel Low turns to me. “Anythin' happens to my baby on your watch I'll kill you myself n' I promise to make it painful.”
The club has quieted down since I left. Everyone in their rooms or headed home. “This is fucked. Low keepin' us back is bullshit.” Gins mad as hell. I'm not fucking happy about it either, but then again I get to keep Lil to myself. Seeing as how I'm a selfish prick it's a silver lining. “I don't like the shit either, but what the fuck we gunna do?” I ask him. It's not really a question we both know we're stuck. I may be VP, but what Low says goes. I don't like it, but I'm not about to argue Lil's life. “Fuck it. I'm takin' Peaches home she'll help me calm down,” he says with a laugh. Jesus Christ ten years together and they still can't keep their hands to themselves. “Yeah you do that.” Giving me a shit eaten grin he heads for Peaches. Lil isn't sitting with her any more. Don't like that shit. Don't like not knowing where she is. “Where's Lil?” I ask Peaches. Without looking at me she points to Low's office. Headed straight for her I can't seem to spend more than a few hours away from her. Luckily for me I've got her for a few days. All to myself. I'm one lucky son of a bitch. Walking into Low's office I lean myself against the door watching her. Feet propped up onto the desk, papers in her hand. Fuck she is beautiful. Black glasses perched on that cute little nose. “You spend an awful lot a money on motor oil each month pops,” she says while looking at the papers in her hand. “You think so?” Her head pops up locking eyes with me. Those plump pink lips smile big for me. Brown eyes light and happy. “You probably do too,” she teases. Pushing the glasses onto the top of her head she sets down her papers. “Hi.” That happy little voice hits me in the fucking stomach. “Aye baby, you ready?” She looks a little confused. Apparently Low didn't fill her in. “You're mine tonight. Low's gone.” I wait for the whine, the argument. No she nods and smiles. “Can we stop and get a pizza?” That's the only thing she has to say? Fuck yes. She can have anything she wants.
Hoping into the truck Lil smiles at me. No bike, it's too damn cold out for her right now. Once her ass hits that seat she goes for the stereo. Setting about syncing her phone to the CD player. “Oh I love this song,” she announces happily once she set it up. Turning the volume up she starts to sing along. Mouthing the words to me she dances around. Singing loudly to Crimson and Clover. Very dramatically I might add. Adding in a few sexy shimmies and wiggles for emphasis. For a minute she sings to me. Eyes widen with surprise, she smiles a sneaky smile. “Oh this one's so much better,” she muses changing the song. Next she's on to Friends In Low Places. Singing to me in a terrible country drawl. Doing her best to two step in the truck. Tipping her pretend cowboy at me and I can't keep that stupid smile off of my face. Laughing along with me she shrugs and warns, “you're in for it now.” I'm already in it. This girl has me wrapped around her finger. She's got me holding on for dear life on this crazy ride she's taking me on. Just like the first two she switches songs. A loud beat comes on and she gives me a sideways glance before she starts rapping. Swear to God I lose it. Throwing up gang signs. Face muggin' and frowning she raps F**kin' Problems. Throwing her hands around she's off in her own little world. Being around her it's hard not to get sucked into her fun loving easy going personality. The only person who can make me smile like that. She's the only one who makes me feel like this. I let her do her thing. She sings and dances. Smiles and carries on, baby does her thing and I'm happy to watch Hell I’m just happy to be on this ride with her.
Lil
I hadn't noticed how nice Tank's place is. The house is small and very cabin-ish on the outside, but the inside is pretty modern. He lives out a little past my dad's place, but instead of being on a shit ton of land tank's house is only set on a few acres. I asked him why he didn't buy more land and he'd said, “why the fuck would I buy land in town? I got a shit ton a land at the lake and out at my hunting lodge. Don't want no fuckin' land in town 'round people, babe.” Well that shut me up. He has few neighbors and a house across the street, which isn't really around a lot of people, but whatever. Sitting on the couch we're eating pizza and watching TV, but I can't help but look around. You can definitely tell a man lives here, but it's clean and neat for the most part. A nice dark gray suede sectional takes up a large amount of the living room. A scuffed up black coffee table sits in the middle of the couch littered
with motorcycle, car, and auto parts magazines. Under the coffee table is a nice fuzzy black throw rug. Of course mounted on the wall across from the couch is a TV big enough to rival any movie theater screen. I mean seriously this police car chase on right now might actually come through the screen and into the living room. The white carpet is surprisingly clean for how dirty Tanks boots are. Above the couch is a few large black and white picture of a bike. It's a picture of one bike, but the picture is broken up into six different pictures. They’re symmetrically hung on the wall putting the bike back together. There is a small black book shelve with some books and pictures on it on one wall. Didn't think Tank cared to read, but looks like I was wrong. The kitchen is adorned with black, white, and slate colored granite atop black cabinets. Stainless steel appliances for your cooking pleasure. Of course there is no table, but why would there be when you can eat on the couch in front of the giant ass TV. Everything is very bachelor and nice. It's comfortable and clean. “Do you want me to get you a plate?” I ask Tank as he dives hands first into the pizza box. Scrunching up his nose he looks offended by my offer. Holding up his two hands he says, “got two plates right here babe.” Holy hell. I could care less if he uses his hands, just thought I'd be polite and offer. “Okay. Beer then?” I throw over my shoulder as I make my way to the kitchen. “Please.” His manners, oh Lord those manners. Somehow they make me smile each time. Most of the guys grunt and grumble which works fine for me. I just appreciate Tanks manners. Handing him his beer he smiles and says, “Thanks babe.”
We're two movies in, The Fast and Furious was first. Why that movie you ask? Because according to Tank, and I quote, “this movie is the fuckin' shit baby. Bad ass cars what could be better?” Then we watched Role Models. Both us laughing into a fit. No matter how many times I watch it it kills me each time. Cuddled up on his couch. Tank's smoking a blunt and me nursing some wine. Now we're watching Transformers. I've been trying to explain the movie to Tank, but he just doesn't understand the concept of alien Autobots and how they are trying to help save the planet and not blow it up. “Baby, my bikes or truck starts talkin' n' shit they'll be hunks of scrap metal.” I try to explain, but he really doesn't get it. I give up. “Forget it,” I mutter. His face happy and smiling at me. He thinks I'm funny. “You're a fuckin' nerd baby.” I've been called a lot of things. A nerd never being one of them. “I am not!” I scoff, affronted by the word nerd. Shaking his head he kisses my forehead, “you are. You're a cute fuckin' nerd.” Batting his hands away I get off of the couch. Set about cleaning up the pizza, beer bottles, and my glass all while ignoring him. “You mad cus you're a nerd angel?” Tank teases me. Flipping him the bird as I round the corner to the kitchen I continue ignoring him. “I am NOT a nerd!” I shout from the kitchen. I can hear Tanks deep hardy laugh. I fight the smile his laugh brings to my lips. Damn him. “You are, beautiful,” he counters. God he's annoying. Sticking my head around the corner I find him with his hands behind his head reclined comfortably and that asshole smirk on his lips. “I am not a nerd, biker.” Shaking his head he slowly mouths you are. Enunciating each syllable with that smirk right in place. “You're annoying and I hate that smirk.” Eyes wide, mouth gaping he feigns hurt. “Take it back.” he demands standing up. Never one to back down I shake my head, “no.” Pointing at me he lifts his eyebrows expectantly, waiting for me to do as he says. “Say 'I'm sorry. I take it back baby.'” Snorting a laugh at his bossiness I shake my head again waving him off. Holding up three fingers he smirks knowingly. “Three, baby,” he warns softly folding one finger down leaving only two. “What, you gunna spank me if I don't do what you say?” I joke. That smirk turning into a full blown ear to ear grin. Oh shit. “Exactly. Two,” he says folding a second finger down. Backing away from him I try to formulate an escape route, but nothing is coming to me. Shit. “One, baby. Time’s up.” Before I can move Tanks on me. Up over his shoulder I go.
“Tank you can't carry me around the house all damn night,” I tell him while dangling upside down. Snorting in disagreement he says, “can and will.” Pain in my ass. Fine. “Have it your way.” Swatting my ass hard he chuckles. “Now you're gettin' it angel.” Impossible bossy ass men in my life driving me crazy. I'm still hanging upside down when Tanks phone rings. While still holding me upside down I watch him pull it out of his pocket. He answers it in grunts and one word answers. “Your pops,” he says holding his phone towards me. Pressing a button turning on the speaker phone Tank says, “you go her.” A beat passes before my pops says, “Lil you good?” This is his way of saying, 'Hey honey. How are you doing? Tank treating you well?'. These damn bikers and their refusal to use more than a few words at any given time. “I'm good, pops. Thanks.” With a grunt of acknowledgment he hangs up. Tossing the phone to the couch Tank chuckles. Hands of my thighs he pulls my body from up over his shoulder. Letting my body slide down his on my way down. Friction building in the way my body slides down his. Catching me, hand on my ass he holds me to him. Face in my neck his stubble scrap at my neck and cheek. Lips at my ear he kisses my neck. Soft kisses along my neck and jaw. “You smell fuckin' good.” His voice rough and gravel makes my skin tingle. “Yeah?” His lips all over my skin. “Baby, yeah.” Big arms wrapped around me. His smell invading me. Hard body all over mine. God, he smells good too. One arm under my ass the other holds around my thigh he carries me to his room. “Time for 'a little fun baby.”
Reaching for the hem of my shirt he tugs it up over my head. Tossing it onto the floor he stares at my tits. Always offering them his full attention. “Enjoyin' the view?” I ask, watching him stare blatantly at my tits, he doesn't even try to find it. Licking his lips he doesn't even look at me when he answers, “fuck yes.” Men. Grabbing a fist full of shirt I pull him to me. That hard chest against mine. “You're a fuckin' pervert,” I whisper against his lips. I can feel his deep rough laugh in my chest. “Probably right.” Yeah, figures he wouldn't care. Running a rough finger over the swell and curve at the top of my bra his touch bring goose bumps to my skin. With his other hand he sweeps my hair over my shoulder. “You like that bra?” he asks nodding at my chest. His disgusted stare at my bra tells me he's not a huge fan. Do I like my bra? I do. It's cute. It's black lace with a pink satin under lining from Victoria's Secret. Staring at my breasts I can see the eagerness worn into his brow. “I don't mind it.” Grabbing the tops of both of the cups he tears it open. The material tears and rips right open not putting up much of a fight. “I'll buy you a new one.” Tossing it with my shirt he smirks. “That fun for you?” I question him. From the boyish smile on those lips I'd say he enjoyed himself. His eyes still trained right at my chest. “You've no fuckin' idea.” Wrapping an arm around my shoulders he tugs me to his chest. “No. No.” I push his arms off of me. “Sit your ass down. It’s my turn.” Smirking he folds those huge arms over his chest. The muscles in his arms strain and pull making me want to drool. God damn it. Looking ready to argue he smirks. “You fuckin' think so sweetness?” He challenges me. Do I think so? Hell yes. I don't think so, I know so. Cocking a brow I can't help my snort of a laugh. “You want some pussy?” I counter easily. That smirk melts right off that handsome face. “That's what I thought.”
“Keep doin' that shit baby,” Tank groans into my neck. “So fuckin' good.” His words horse and forced. Rolling my hips I grind down on him. One of his big hands wrapped up in hair, pulling on it. The other clutching at my waist, fingers digging into my skin leaving bruises. His back pressed against his head board. On my knees over his thighs. Hands over his shoulders gripping the head board as I ride him. Moving my body in smooth deliberate strokes driving him crazy. Moving slowly. Up and down. Up and down, with a hip roll. Pulling myself up just enough to almost pull him all the way out of me. So wet I can feel it on my thighs. Slowly lowering myself down I add a little twist to my hips. Each time his fingers dig further into my skin. He tugs on my hair a little rougher. “Fuck! … Jesus Fuckin' Christ baby.” I do it a few more times before Tanks hand gr
abs up my hair tightly twisting his hand in it. Crushing his lips to mine he kisses me deeply. Tongue in my mouth. Biting his bottom lip hard he growls. “You wanna play it like that baby?” he asks quietly. Smiling sweetly I bat my lashes at him. Rocking my hips again his head hits my shoulder on a groan. “Fuck, baby.” With another little hip roll I'm flat on my back under Tank, legs over his shoulders. Biting my leg hard I know he leaves teeth marks. “My turn.” Fucking me hard. No sweet. No soft. He gives it to me. I can feel the orgasm building. Eyes roll back into my head. “No, fuck no give me them eyes baby.” Smacking the side of my ass hard Tanks demands my attention. Opening my eyes I focus on the devastatingly beautiful face. Body humming. Arms and legs shaking. Tank's hold on me tightens. Leaning into me further, spreader me wider he hits the perfect spot. “Shit. Shit!” I lose it. The ground slips away. My body burns on high. Nails digging into his arms. “Oh fuck!” Riding the wave Tank bites and sucks at my lips. Giving me a knowing smirk he licks his thumb. Working small circles on my clit he gives it to me hard. “Give me one more baby.”
9
Tank
Two weeks later. ...
Life with Lil is something else. Shit's falling into this normal pace with her. It's comfortably perfect and I like it that way. Lil spends her days at the club and shop doing all kinds of shit. She helps the brothers. Keeps Low's shit together. Everybody seems to like having her around. With her here things are finally getting back to normal. I get her most nights. Naked and in my bed, exactly where I like her. We're hiding our thing, but not very well. Pretty much every brother and old lady knows. None seem to give a shit really. Although Low seems clueless. I don't see how, because I'm shit at keeping my hands off of her. If Lil's not at his place he thinks she's staying at Peaches and Gin's. Not a huge fan of having to keep that shit secret, but I do it for Lil. I get her and to be honest that's all that really fucking matters to me. Left her beautiful ass at my place earlier with Rampage. Happy needed a fucking hand so here I am. One in the God damn morning I had to drag my ass out of my place to handle a motherfucker. This shit is about Draco's and the shit that happened to Lil so I made an exception. Needing to get shit squared away so my girl is safe so here I am. “He's not givin' it up?” I ask Happy walking through the sliding bay door at the warehouse. “Nah.” He shakes his head. Happy looks a little sick and uneasy. A Draco member sat in a chair tied up and bleeding from the head rambling on about shit that isn’t making much sense. “Yo, shut the fuck up. Where's Tick?” My turn. He doesn’t get chances with me. Slipping on my leather gloves I'm ready to get this shit done with. Happy isn’t getting it done and I've got shit to get back to. Poor Happy he's loyal as a motherfucker, but dealing with this kind of shit isn’t his thing. He’s not the blood and weapons kind of guy. “Can't … find him fucker.” The dude spits and sputter, blood spilling from his mouth. Drops of blood splattering onto the concrete floor at my feet. He needs a little education. “You sure 'bout that?” I hate dealing with stupid assholes. They think we don't know what we're doing. “Fuckin’ stupid,” he grumbles through a mouth full of blood. Yeah I'm the stupid one, all while he's tied to a damn chair in a warehouse about to get fucked up. Reeling back I land a bone crunching blow to his face. Bone breaks and crunches under my fist. Love that sound. Blood splatters. Fucking bleeders getting blood on my boots and shit. There's a loud grunt, but nothing from him. “Ain't got nothin' for me?” I ask again. He only shakes his head. Alright we'll play it his way. Reaching for the small tray a few feet away I pull it towards me. Grabbing up a long hunting knife I show it to him. “Got shit to tell me now?” Shaking his head he spits at me. “Fuck you!” he slurs. I'm done with this shit. Pulling back a little I plunge the long knife through his hand. His skin, tendons, muscle, and bone put up no resistance. The blade slices in effortlessly. The bitch lets go of a loud scream. He instantly starts shaking and crying. “Now?” I push him. He just shakes his head on a sob. Fucking prick eating up my time with my girl. That shit doesn't make me happy. He doesn't start talking here real quick I'm going to stop being so damn friendly. Reaching into my back pocket I pull out my time savers. “Hold his head,” I tell Happy. He grabs around his forehead. Prying his mouth open I go for a front tooth. These bitches always get people to start talking. Those sons-a-bitches hurt the worst. “Where's Tick?” I ask him yet again. Shaking his head violently he tries to wiggle his head away. “'Kay I'll play it your way.” Reefing on that bitch it starts to come loose. The tooth cracks and breaks apart in his gums. Pulling and prying on that shit that tooth puts up a fight. Let me tell you teeth are a bitch. I swear they're cemented into his skull. Blood and spit dribbles onto my gloves. With a sloppy pop the tooth yanks free. A gush of blood pools in his mouth “Fuck! ...ugh! 'Kay 'kay!” Listening to the dude ramble off some information I get what I came for. Pulling my gun from my waist I blow a hole in his head before he sees it coming. Blood and brain all over the metal wall behind him. Shit is done with. I'm ready to roll. Calling up King I need a hand since Happy looks half past ready to throw up. “King, need a hand.” Ten minutes later he pulls up. Instantly he grumbles, “fuck man didn't save me no fun with him,” when he sees the guy is already dead. Shrugging his stupid comment off I toss him some gloves. “Limbs off, transport it, and then burn it all. Keep the pricks cut.”
