The Ride

by Jaci J

  Two weeks later …

  We've been back from the lake for a few weeks. Life's slowly getting back to normal. The recharged restfulness starting to fade into the dull hum-drum of life. Walking into the club house there's a few guys hanging around. Arms and Gin are playing pool. Leo sat on his usual stool nursing a beer. Tags in the corner hunched over a table. Tank said he'd be here in a few and I'm instructed to wait, so I'm waiting. Sitting myself on the stool next to Leo I bump my shoulder into his. “Hey old man.” With a soft chuckle he winks at me. “How ya doin' doll face?” he asks with his soft low drawl. His easy pale blue eyes twinkle. The laugh lines wrinkle more with a smile. “Pretty good. How 'bout yourself?” Holding up his beer he rattles it a little, “I'm survivin'.” A few of the boys walk in fallowed by Tank. He gives me the one minute signal and heads into my dad's office. King and Crush start giving Tags a hard time as soon as they spot him. The last few days Tags has seemed a little off. A little down and out, but no one seems to know why. Or if they know, they don't care. King snatches a paper off of the table in front Tags, “what the fucks your problem bud. Just fuckin' around,” King says with a condescending tease to his tone. Fucking bully. Crush laughs encouraging King. Snatching the paper back I hear Tags grumble, “Fuck off.” Looking annoyed they leave him be, but not before giving his head a little smack. Hitting the pool table King says loudly, “don't know what the ass holes problem is.” Apparently Gin asked what was going on. I can see Tags shake his head lightly. I really don't like King. The guy’s head outside so I decide to see his Tags needs anything. Sitting down next to him I smile when he looks up at me. There are papers scattered all over the table. A few books and files stacked at one side. “Need a hand?” I offer some help. Giving me a small smile he shakes his head no. “You sure? I did go to school for working with a whole shit loud of paper work,” I make a joke hopping to lighten his mood. Giving me a small curt laugh he looks at me again. Stress in his features. “Don't want to put my shit on ya, but thanks anyway Lil.” He clearly looks frustrated and a little lost. And just like that I'm stuck worrying about him. “It's no biggie. I really don't mind helpin'.” Shrugging a shoulder he hands me a piece of paper. Looking at it I can see it's a medical document from the Army. “Medical from the Army?” I ask him. Nodding he looks a little sick. I can see why, there's a ton of paper work here. “Yeah. They give me stacks 'a papers I can't fuckin' understand. Just need the medical that's owed to me. Gave eight years, least they can do with my injury n' shit.”

  I had no idea he was injured at war. Now I'm really curious. “If you don't mind me askin' what happened?” Setting his papers down he smiles thoughtfully. “Nah, don't mind. Spent eight years with Special Forces. Three months before I was due to discharge got caught up. Road side bomb. Killed four of my guys. Took my eye sight in my left eye and a little in my right. Can't hear much out my left ear either, but I was lucky.” Wow. I had no idea. He looks back at his mess of papers and looks down right hateful towards it. “Get home they wanna fight me on my medical. I get it finally, but gotta fill out a dictionary worth of papers. Words so damn small can't fuckin' see 'em. How the hell am I supposed to fill 'em out if I can't read 'em with only one eye? I mean fuck that's why I need the medical, need some damn contacts or somethin'. Even worse the bitch of an ex is signing her right over to my baby girl. She'll be here in a few days. Don't know much 'bout raising kids, and a girl at that. Just havin' a shit day.” Gathering up the papers I make a nice neat little stack. “Why don't you tell the guys about your sight? They'll understand and maybe they'll stop givin' you hell.” With a curt snort of a laugh he gives me a look that says I'm nuts for asking. “Not fuckin' happenin'. I tell 'em that shit n' I'll end up with a nick name like blinky or winky. You know how they are.” He's got a point. Nodding I hold out my hand and look at him expectantly. “Give me your information, I.D. and social. I'll handle it all.” Gaping at me he looks shocked. He looks stressed and the club doesn't need a member off his game. “No it ain't your thing,” he says softly shaking his head no. Forcing my hand towards him I smile. “Don't care. Spent years in college, let me put it to good use. I'll get it handled and give it back to you. No big deal. And when that baby girl gets here I wanna see her. I love kids, so don't hog her all up. You let me cuddle her we got a deal, kay? You'd do for me if the roles were reversed. ” And I know he would. Tags is that kind of guy. Sweet, soft spoken, and kind. A good guy with a heart of gold. “You sure?” he asks the smile on his face getting bigger by the second. “Yes. Now go away before I change my mind.” I say with a smirk. Jumping up he pulls his wallet, handing me his information. Shaking his head in disbelief he laughs softly. “You're somethin' else. Truly somethin' special. Thanks for the help sis, mean it.” Kissing the top of my head he practically runs outside like a little boy just let off of time out. “Yeah, yeah. You're welcome.” I wave him off.

  13

  Tank

  Watched her help Tags out. There's that sweet Lil she hides so well. Girl is good at being feisty and bossy as hell, but for all the bossy and feisty there's a whole lot of sweet and kind in her. That girl has a big heart. Standing up from the table she stops when she catches me watching her. “Tags was havin' a hell of a time,” she says nonchalantly. Yeah baby, sure. She just can't seem to not help. It's clear she loves her family. “Right baby,” I mumble completely unconvinced. She just shrugs me off. Grabbing her arm I pull her to me. Needing to feel that body. Arms under hers, lifting her up. Those thighs go right around me. “So what's up? Why'd you want me here?” Forgot all about that. Shit. She's not going to like this. A few hours ago we got a good hit. Didn't bring us Tick, but it did bring some information. Apparently there is a big price out on her right now. To big not to be cautious. “We're on lock down,” I tell her reluctantly. Not a huge fan of pissing her off. Nodding she looks pretty damn annoyed, but doesn't argue it. “Families out back in the house. You in here with me. Brothers take shifts inside the house, club, and grounds. Low will be out with Tiny diggin' for info.” I knew she was going to hate this shit. Her little pout and scowl let me know I was right on that thought. Fuck, no one likes it. No brother likes having their family crammed in here with them twenty-four-seven. Shit the families don't like being cooped up with us either. “It's that bad?” she asks knowing the answer to her question. Wouldn't be locked down if it wasn't. “Baby, yeah. Don't like keepin' everyone locked down, but we gotta do what we gotta do to keep the families and you're sweet ass safe.” Throwing her arms around my neck she licks my bottom lip sending a shudder through me. “I guess I can deal,” she says softly. Only Lil can do that shit to me. Biting my lip, those soft sweet lips suck at my mouth. Hands in my hair, pulling on it. Fuck. Sitting her ass on the pool table I keep those thick thighs wrapped around me. Dick pressed into her. Lips all over me. Hands up under her shirt. Big hand fulls of those great tits. I work at getting that shit off, but she stops me. Pushing her hands into my chest she breaks her lips away. Growling an irritated protest at her stopping me. She damn well knows better than to stop me. “Back baby,” she whispers softly. Starring at her for a moment she lifts one brow. Baby is serious. Taking one step back she hops off the pool table. Standing between me and the pool table she drops to her knees in front of me. Fuck.

  Pulling at my pants she gets them open quickly. Skilled little hands at that shit. Holy fuck. A little shocked I let her go. Hearing a throat clear I look over towards the bar. Bubbles is standing there throwing daggers with her eyes. Bitch don't get lost I'm removing her myself. Someone fucks this shit up I'm blown heads off. “Out!” Without further instruction she heads for the door. Lil doesn't stop. Her attention is one hundred percent on what she's doing. Grabbing my dick in her warm soft hand I damn near choke. My beautiful girl on her knee in front of me has me fucking hard to the point of pain. One hand on the back of my leg she pulls me closer to her. Sticking her tongue out she licks my dick. Licks from one end to the other. I swear to God I almost fucking cum. So good.
Working her tongue in small circles around the head she's got me fighting to stay standing. Pulling me all the way into her mouth I have to brace myself on the pool table to stay upright. All wet warm tongue and soft lips. Leaning over I watch those sweet plump lips suck me off. So fucking hot. Her fingers digging into my legs. Tongue sucking and licking every fucking inch. Fist full of her hair I hold her to me. To fucking good to stop. Biting down a little she sucks me deep. Hitting the back of her throat I almost lose my shit again. My head lulls and I can't help the groan. Never in my life. ... She works me good. Close to letting go I have to tell her, “I’m cumin' in your mouth baby. Don't fuckin' move.” That small sentence hard as shit to get out. Sucking deeper she ignores me. Well fuck. With a deep tight suck she pulls me closer. Grabbing my nuts she squeezes lightly and I lose it. That wet mouth and warm hand send me over the edge. The best fucking thing I've ever felt besides her pussy. Swear to God it's never been better. She swallows that shit down like she fucking loves it. One last suck and lick she finishes me off. I'm stuck standing, bent over with my dick hanging out of my pants trying to get my shit together enough to open my eyes. Can't breathe, can't move. Hopping up she licks her lips. Kissing my neck she whispers in my ear, “delicious.” Oh fuck. And off she goes. Took me a few minutes to pull it together enough to fix my shit and sit my ass down. Not sure I'm going to be able to walk after that one. I thank fuck no one came in during that. Not sure I could have stopped her if they did and I sure as shit don't want someone seeing on her knees like that. That shit is for only me. Coming back into the room she's smirking. Straddling my lap she buries into me. Hands instantly go up under my cut and tee. “Fuck baby,” is all I can really say because I'm at a loss for words. Sitting there cuddled into me she doesn't say much just holds on. Phone rings cutting into my time with Lil. Pulling it out its Tiny. “Yeah?” I answer the phone when I'd rather not. He grumbles, “outside. Got shit to handle.”

  Left Lil in the club to handle some shit about a botched line on some blow. Took a few hours, but got that shit handled. People slipping. Back inside the club Lil isn't in the main room. Looking in the office she isn't in there either. A prospect sitting near the bar must have seen her. “You see where Lil went?” I ask him. Pointing towards the side door to the yard he says, “She went outside.” Fuck. She isn’t supposed to be outside alone. Pushing through the door I find her sitting on a table reading. Black jeans and a white tank on. Hair in a braid she looks beautiful as always. “What the fuck you doin' out here?” I snap. Some reason I can't seem to reel in all the bad thoughts running through my head at what could happen to her out here alone. Holding up her book she cocks her head. “Uh ... readin',” she says it like I'm stupid for asking. No shit. I'm not blind. “Yeah, see that. Not supposed to be out here alone sweets.” Rolling her eyes she hops off the table. “Yeah, yeah bossy ass man.” Grabbing her hand I pull her towards my bike. “What are we doin'?” she asks looking around. Happy's waiting for us. She fallows me to my bike. Swinging a leg over my bike I get on. “Gotta get some of our shit if we're stayin' here a while.” Nodding her head she gets on behind me. Baby knows the drill. Arms around my middle. Like always she slips her hands under my cut. Some reason that shit does things to me. Her pressed up against me. Hands on me. Gets me each time.

  Left Lil in the house packing a few things. Happy's out on his bike waiting, watching the front door. Had to grab a few things from the shop. Grabbing up a spare part and a bit Gin's been bitching about when I hear a gun shot. Heart halts. Cold sweat hits me. Panic sets in. Lil. Taking off at a dead run I head for the house. Fucking hell. Another loud ass gunshot rings out. Its pitch black outside. I can't see anything, but the outline of the house. Adrenaline pumps through me. One single thought runs through my mind, Lil. I've got to get to her. Running past our bikes I see Happy's no longer out here. Praying he got in there and those shots are his. Skidding to a stop I hear Happy holler something. His voice sounds like it's coming from the back of the house. Grabbing my forty-five from my waist I push the front door open with my foot. Nothing inside. It's quiet as hell in here all of a sudden. No movement, just an eerie clam. Walking through the hall still nothing. Then I hear it. “Fuck,” Lil's calm quiet voice floats around in the silence. Fallowed by a loud ass gun shot. Rifle. I'd know the sound anywhere. Happy comes running around the corner. I damn near shoot him “Shit,” he sputters damn near shooting me too. “What the fucks goin' on?” Shaking his head we both head up stairs. I can't seem to get there fast enough. “Come here bitch,” a man’s deep voice snarls. Fuck. My heart hurts. I'm desperate to get to her. Kicking in the door another gunshot rings through the house. My eyes find Lil. Rifle in her hand, back against the wall. Her eyes wide and wild. I can see the terror in them beautiful brown eyes. Her chest heaving quiet breaths. A big guy slumped against her. Hole in his side. Blood running down his body, pooling around their feet. Holy fuck. “Lil, baby?” Her eyes blink once coming back into focus. She looks a few feet to my left. My eyes fallow the path. A guy lying face up, eyes open in a big pool of blood. The man against her groans bringing my attention back. Fuck, he's still alive. “Holy … fuck,” Happy stutters. I can see Lil shaking. Those big innocent eyes still staring at the guy on the floor. The guy on the floor is dead; the other one is close to it. Stepping up to her I touch her face, reaching over the guy. Her eyes swing to mine blinking rapidly. Rifle hanging limply in her hand. The man brings an arm up. Instantly she flinches. I've got to handle this shit before he starts moving around. “Ears and eyes, baby,” I whisper to her, eyes intently holding hers. With one last sad look she fallows my instructions. I hate seeing her so damn scared. Closing her eyes slowly she takes a deep breath. Happy takes the rifle from her. Slowly her hands come up to her ears covering them. Grabbing both sides of the guy’s head I give a precise hard twist. With a bit of resistance and a loud crack his neck snaps. His body hits the ground hard.

  She's on me before I can move. My heart hits my chest hard. All of a sudden I feel exhausted and heavy. Legs around my waist. One arm wrapped around my neck. The other snaked under my arm, hand resting on my shoulder blade pulling me as close as she can get me. Face pressed into my neck. Lips on my skin. That little body starts to shake. “Tank. Tank,” she whispers softly. Voice shaky and tense. “She okay?” Happy asks concern in his tone. “Lil?” Nodding her head she takes a deep breath. “Yeah she's okay. Call for back up and clean up,” I tell him. “We gotta get to the club.” Happy nods his understanding already on his phone. I can feel the blood from her clothes starting to soak through my shirt. She keeps squeezing me. Breathing me in. Shit just hits me hard. She almost died again. On my watch, they almost got to her. Wrapping my arms around her I let myself feel her. One on her back the other gripping the back of her neck. Fingers resting on her pulse. I feel it. Letting the reassurance settle in. “Handled,” Happy says firmly. We've got to get the fuck out of here. Happy grabs Lil's bag on the way out. I don't stop, don't let her go. Right outside to my bike. “Baby?” Shaking her head in my neck she holds me tighter. She needs me; I'm not putting her down. Straddling my bike I keep her too me. Lil wrapped around, I dive with one hand. Throttling up as we hit the highway we head home, back to the club.

  Lil

  Riding down the road I can't let him go. I can't. Those men were just in my room. Waiting for me. I walked in and they were on me. I barely had a chance to fight. Their faces were something made of nightmares. Faces void of any life. They weren't sinister. There was no evil. No hate. All those emotions require a conscience of some kind. Some portion of a soul to feel even the worst of emotions. These men were blank. No emotion. No thought. No feelings, whether good or bad. There was no moral sense. The worst part of the whole thing was they had no weapons. Not a gun. Not a knife. They were going to use their bare hands on me. That was the most frightening of it all. Right now I need Tank. He's the only place I feel safe. It's the only thing helping me keep it together. Wrapped around him I hold on. My chin on his shoul
der I watch the road fly by behind us. The stars in the sky stream by as Tank drives. It's cold. The wind whipping my hair in my face. I try to erase their blank faces from my memory. I try to tell myself nothing matters. They don't matter. They were only soulless human beings. There is only one thing that matters at this moment. That thing is the only person holding me up. The person keeping me safe.

  “You good baby?” Tank asks me standing in the door way to his room. Arms crossed over his chest. Blood stain on his white tee. His handsome face full of concern. Since he found me in my room this is the first time he's set me down. Held me through the entire ride here. Held onto me through recanting the story to Gin, my dad, and Tiny. Carried me around the club. Held me while he had a drink and smoked a blunt with Happy. After some time he asked me if I wanted down. Reluctantly I said yes. I know he's got shit to do. “I'm pretty sure I'll be okay.” His face smooth’s a little, looking less wound up. “Got church for a bit. Need anythin' you find me, yeah?” Nodding I offer him a small smile. Looking satisfied with my answer he returns the smile and goes. Leaving me alone his room at the compound. I haven't spent much time in these rooms. I've seen a few from time to time, but usually they're off limits to the old ladies and family members. The rooms pretty big. Nothing special though. A king size bed in the middle of the room under a large window. Two night stands on either side. Off to one side is a long dresser. Above it a large TV mounted to the wall. The other side of the room has a loveseat sized couch with a matching chair. It's set up as a small living room area. There's not much decoration in the room. The walls white and the carpet a black industrial office style. The bedding all gray with a black throw blanket. It's all very functional, but not homey. The bathroom door on the other side of the room. I know it's a shared bathroom with Gin's room. A little scared to go in there, I fight with the decision to walk in there. God knows what I'll find. Laying back on the bed I grab up Tanks pillow. I know it's his because it smells exactly like him. Also its feather, the only kind he'll use. Apparently he's a little bit of a pillow snob. Bad ass biker is a freaking pillow snob, the thought makes me smile.