“I think I’ll be alright.” I try damn hard not to even begin to imagine what she is suggesting. “Am I good to go?”
“Yeah baby, everything looks good. Now go fuck that sexy thing and come back tomorrow and tell me all about it,” she tells me not even bothering to look up as she finishes banding the twenties and fifties, for the money bag.
If she only knew the things I do with Truth and his friend Tread. I could probably make Roberta blush, and that is saying something. I go into the employee bathroom and change into a long sleeved tee. The night air on the back of a Harley can get chilly.
“Night Berta,” I call as I walk out the back door.
Truth is resting against his bike smoking a joint. His dark hair is knotted on his head in a man-bun. He’s trimmed his beard since I last saw him this morning. His black leather pants give him a sexy edge. He appears dangerous, mysterious even, but he’s a sweetheart.
“You ready to bounce?” He asks snuffing out his Mary Jane.
“Yeah, you got a new admirer. Berta thinks you are the ‘Bees Knees’ and wouldn’t mind if you took her for a ride.” I wiggle my brows and run my hand over his crotch.
“Don’t be teasing me woman, unless you want it right here, right now,” he states ruggedly in a matter of fact.
I can feel him hardening already at the thought.
“Damn, sweetheart, you make a man think.” He grins and runs his cold hands up the front of my shirt, snapping at my bra.
“I think I’ll wait until we get inside,” I coo, shivering from his icy touch.
“Then what are you waiting on.” He straddles his bike and I get on the bitch seat. Sometimes it is just Truth and me partying alone, but most nights Tread joins in or just watches. He loves to watch. Sometimes he brings Heather with him. I don’t even think she likes pussy, but that doesn’t stop her from licking mine for Tread. I think she has her hopes set on him, but Tread isn’t the kind of brother to take a whore for his old lady.
He’d take Truth first. Which means it’ll never happen. He isn’t that kind of man either. But a girl can fantasize.
My panties are soaked thinking about getting between Truth and Tread. If only they would touch. I have envisioned the three of us kissing and touching at the same time so many times. I masturbate to the fantasy often. Two tall, strong walls of tattooed muscle on either side of me, yes please.
He fires up the engine and my ass begins to vibrate. God, I love this feeling. I wrap my arms around Grady tight, teasing at his waistband as he drives. We play this game often. My head is snug against his back shielded from the air and the bugs. I learned my lesson when I tried to lick his ear once and received a mouthful of gnats.
When we get to the Roadhouse, Tread is blown away and horny. Imagine that. I am catching a buzz from the smoke rolling from his clothes. “Hey you…you alright?” I ask unsure of his mood. I’ve seen him blazing wild many times but you never know with him which way his behavior will lean. Tread can be quite demanding, mean, and bossy when he wants to be.
“A-Okay. Why drink and drive when you can smoke and fly.” He tries to give me a thumbs up three times before giving up and laughing until his bloodshot eyes water.
“I think we should put this one to bed,” I tell Truth.
Before he can say anything, Tread is on me, hands fumbling. He is grabby and challenging. Truth tries to step in but it is clear Tread isn’t having it. “Come on Peaches… give me what I’ve been sitting here waiting on. Fast and loud darlin’.” He yelps like a wolf, “Ow, ow awoohoo.” His dimples pop out with his howling.
Truth shakes his head with a shrug. He scratches his beard. “Come on man, why don’t you go home and sleep it off.”
“Don’t be a cock block.” Tread shoves Truth back sending him into a table and works on the button of my jeans. “You’ve not put your mark on her. Just because you fuck her over everyone else around here don’t mean you own her,” he hollers over his shoulder.
Shit! I don’t want them to fight. I hold a hand out to Truth letting him know it’s fine. He doesn’t seem all too pleased with Tread’s assessment. His face is hard and his eyes cold. I know Truth cares about me, but we don’t have that kind of relationship.
He’s never told me not to be with anyone else, even though I am the only girl he seems to take to bed. I try to keep myself in check and remind myself often enough that Truth doesn’t love me. It doesn’t stop me from developing deeper feelings for him though.
Tread on the other hand, that fucker is wild and loves a good time. He has a smorgasbord of pussy weekly. He’s like the Baskin Robbins taste tester, tasting thirty-one flavors of pussy. He’s a good time and I know he is important to my man. My man, how I wish it were true.
I glance around the bar; most of the other girls are occupied for the night. Guess that is why Tread’s so damn eager. He normally has his fun with Heather or Nona. Sometimes he even bangs that dirty cunt, Lulu.
He yanks my jeans down and over my ankles and begins to snatch my lace thong. He gives up fighting with it and rips the thin material off from the side. I fall back onto the couch in the corner and he tumbles down placing his head between my milky thighs. My fingers stroke his hair, petting him, trying to slow him down a little.
Truth is standing by the edge of the couch watching intently. I know he enjoys the show too, even if he is putting on a front of being mad. There is no way he is jealous on my account.
My free hand reaches up and undoes his zipper, not wanting to leave him out. This is all for him. Everything I do is for Truth.
Tread wiggles his finger inside me, pumping in and out, making me hot. My eyes are trained on Truth as he watches Tread pleasure my treasure. I wonder if he wishes he could join us right now and take Tread from behind. The thought floods my pussy, drenching the couch.
“I say we take this party upstairs,” Tread declares before blowing on my clit and rubbing his mouth against my wet pussy. Just as fast as he had my panties off, he’s pulled me from the couch and is leading me to the back stairs, with Truth following close behind carrying my discarded clothes.
When we reach the room, I don’t waste any time finishing undressing and neither do they. Truth tosses Tread a condom and they both are so ready for me. Tread is laying across the bed in all his glory waiting for me. I slam down onto his hard length and take him fully. Truth pushes me down so that I am lying flat across Tread. He smears lube between my cheeks as he enters me from behind. He takes his time sliding into me, allowing me to get comfortable. Allowing me to accept him as fully as I have Tread.
Tread is holding me in place with one strong arm strung snuggly across my back. Truth smacks my ass as he pulls back out leaving just the tip of his hard cock in me as he pounds into me again. With perfect synchronization, the two of them are fucking me so hard and steady. The only sound is the slick of our skin slipping and sliding against each other. The sensation of feeling the two of them moving inside of me makes me so hot. I know I am about to shatter and explode any moment if they keep this up.
“It’s time for a switch up. I want you to suck my cock…deep.” Truth pulls my head back hard with his fist as he roughly kisses my swollen lips. He falls back on his knees, I position myself in a reverse cowgirl on Tread, and lean forward to take Truth in my mouth once he has unsheathed his condom and wiped his dick off on the sheet. There’s no way I’d take him in my mouth after being in my ass without cleaning himself first.
Tread is gripping my hips, rocking, and rolling my body on his dick while I suck Truth’s massive length. The combination is orgasmic heaven.
Truth reaches forward and tugs on my nipple as I finger the rim of his ass and play with his balls. I look up at him with hooded eyes as he starts to twitch and groan with his release, shooting his load down my throat. He slips his cock out of my mouth and I finish Tread off.
Truth is laid back next to us, his feet nearing Tread’s head. He smiles faintly at me as he catches his breath. I smile back as my eyes
roll back in my head. Tread begins to groan and climax. His fingers dig into the dimples above my ass at my lower back. Then he shoves me forward as he cums. Hard.
I’m all shook up inside from the fucking they just gave me.
Truth
Amy just gave me a damn good blowjob. She is smiling at me as she grinds down on Tread. Her eyes roll back in her head in ecstasy. She wraps her hand around mine and squeezes. I love to watch her; most girls make this weird face when they orgasm. But Peaches, her face doesn’t contort all weird, her lips part and she coos like a dove. So. Fucking. Sexy. Makes me want to ram my tongue down her throat and claim her for myself. I want to beat on my chest and shout, “MINE!” But I don’t. My eyes drift to Tread as he passes out from his smoke hazed stupor and exhaustion.
For the first time ever she fucked Tread to sleep. He begins to snore with his condom still on his softened dick. Amy, being the sweet thing she is, disposes of it for him. I take her to the shower and we wash quickly, both of us are tired and sated. Back in the bedroom, I shove Tread over to the left side of the bed. Amy curls up in the middle with me lying to the right.
Just as I am about to shut my eyes Amy starts talking.
“I can’t sleep.” I feel the bed dip as she shifts next to me, so I roll over and we lie face to face propped up on our elbows in the dark with Tread still sleeping, but thankfully no longer snoring.
“Do you want to go home and sleep?” I ask with a yawn. We rarely stay at the Roadhouse. We sleep in my apartment, in my bed almost every single night.
“No, it’s just that Tread never stays after, and having you both on either side of me…makes me think about sharing that kiss I told you about.”
“Let it go Amy.”
I start to turn over when Tread starts asking her what she is talking about. Sweat beads trickle down my back. I thought he was still asleep.
“I was just telling Truth here how the next time we hang out I want to try something new.” She winks at me and turns on her backside.
“Maybe,” Tread answers getting up from the bed. My heart leaps into my throat. Does he know what his “maybe” implies?
The silence after his answer is met by the zipping of his jeans. “Later,” he calls stumbling the short distance to the door.
The door slams shut and moments later, I hear his bike starting up. Where is he off to? Is he going to her—Christa?
I don’t get to dwell on it. Amy rolls over onto my stomach and straddles me. Her warm tongue sweeps across my nipple. “He said maybe. The thought of watching the two of you together makes me so fucking hot.” She grinds down on my hardening cock as I think about how it would feel to kiss him again, if only one more time. “I know you want it too Truth. I can feel how fucking hard you are. You’re thinking about taking him in your mouth aren’t you?” Her slender fingers tease at my aching length.
Amy continues to torture me as she describes how Tread’s cock tastes in her mouth…how thick his cock is…fuck me. I already know all of these things about him. I never told Amy, it happened right before I met her. I’ve never brought it up with Tread, I’m afraid of what it could mean for our friendship if I do.
“Ride me,” I demand smacking her ass cheek and grabbing on tight. She squeaks and slides down on my cock. She rides me until the sun comes up.
The sunrise is spilling through the blinds, a golden glow glitters over her body, she looks like a damn angel. I raise up, our bodies are joined to the hilt. Her tits are smashed to my chest, sticking to my sweat as I kiss her plump lips. “Goddamn you are so fucking pretty and sweet.” The words, “I love you,” are hanging from the tip of my tongue, begging to be spoken. I whisper them inside my head instead as she kisses me with fierce passion.
Chapter 8
Christa
There is no way in hell I am going to let JT go work for a biker club. Not happening on my watch. I don’t give a damn what he thinks. Shit is not going down like this. “Gram, you gotta step in and say something. JT can’t be getting mixed up in that club. You know what it did to mom. He won’t listen to me!”
“I don’t need you giving me a history lesson girl. I was there, stepped in and made sure you kids were fed when I could. JT is grown now and you’re going to have to let him make his own choices. I don’t like it no more than you do. I’ve been thinking though. I think it’s time you go out and get your own place. Let your mom and Perry take care of themselves. JT can do what JT is gonna do. Ain’t no stopping him. You gotta start living your life girl.”
“And where will you be when I’m off, living my life?”
My Gram takes her bony hands and reaches across the table to take hold of mine. Her veins are so prominent I can trace the outline of them with my fingers. “I’ll be around. Been looking into the senior high-rise. I can afford it and I’ll be around people my own age.”
“This is your home though. You love this house.” My grandpa built this house. He worked so damn hard for it too. Grammy used to tell me stories about how they lived on soup beans, and cornbread for months at a time so they could afford the material to build.
“I do love this place, but it’s just a house. I can’t take it with me when I leave this earth. My memories don’t live in these walls. They live inside my heart.”
My Gram is so wise and has a way of putting anything into her perspective to keep you from telling her any different. Just like she told me never to give Marc my heart all those years ago. She told me, “Christa that boy is dangerous to you. You already love him too much. If you give him your heart, he’ll never give it back. And I can tell you right now, he won’t be around much longer. Boys like him never are.”
A lump forms in my throat, the truth of her words still ringing true after all these years. Marc and I didn’t work then and we could never work now.
It isn’t that I haven’t tried to find someone to share my life with…I have, but none of the men I have been with have been enough to make me fully give myself to them. I came close with Rodney, but then JT got in trouble over the stolen car, and I knew I had to let him go.
My Gram may have meant what she said about not needing this house to remember my grandpa, but I can’t imagine this place without her in it. I will start living my life, but not until I secure her home for her. Maybe I should take Perry up on his offer to dance at Pink Lips. I am not conceited by any means, but I have taken great care of my body. I may not be an early twenty-something young thing anymore, but I can shake it with the best of them. I leave my Grammy to finish her cup of milk in the kitchen and go off in search of that asshole, Perry.
“About time you started listening to me. Your brother does what he’s told. I knew you’d come around. I see the way you look at me girl.” Perry smiles wide and proud.
He don’t know shit. The only look I give him is contempt. “Is that why he has a bloodied nose and split lip?” I’m going to find out just exactly what it is my brother does for Perry and if I can save my Gram’s house in the process, so be it.
“The days you ain’t working at the school you can come dance. Lenny will start you out on the slow days, until you prove you can bring in some regulars, and show him what you bring to the club. Don’t disappoint me girl.”
The only disappointment around here, is the disappointment I have in myself. If the school finds out about this, Gram losing her house will be the least of my worries.
“This stays between us. I don’t want mom or JT, and DEFINITELY not Grammy knowing anything about this.”
He scratches his beard and I don’t like the face he is making. Perry never does something for nothing. “Alright. I can keep a secret if you can.” He grabs my ass and I nearly throw up. “Can’t wait to see the way you move on stage.” He grins, flashing his grimy teeth at me.
What does my mother find so attractive about him? He’s disgusting. His beer gut is hanging from the bottom of his mustard stained shirt. The sight of his hairy belly button makes me choke back my gag reflex. She always has had a
shit taste in men, including my father.
“Your mom is driving your Gram to her doctor's appointment in an hour. When they get out of the driveway, you’re gonna show me your moves.” His fingers dance across my arm.
I’m going to be sick. I won’t let him touch me. I don’t need him to get the job, but I do need him to keep his mouth shut.
“Don’t touch me! If you want to see my moves. You can pay just like every other man who will come to the club.”
I rush out the room and lock myself in the bathroom before I kill him.
“Can’t stay in there forever. I’m a patient man. You’ll come around soon enough,” he calls as he walks down the hall whistling. Fat bastard.
I sit on the side of the antique claw foot tub and count the yellow daisies on the wallpaper that borders the celling, trying to calm my temper.
Tread
Several days have passed since I laid eyes on Christa and I can’t shake her. She always did have that effect on me. If we hadn’t been so young, she might’ve been “the one.” I was selfish back then. Hell, I still am, most days. I feel like shit. I haven’t been by the scrapyard to see to JT. I told the boys to keep an eye out for him.
I’ve been on the road for the past three days. Had to ride out to Louisville and handle a meeting for Rebel. He doesn’t like being away from Chelle and the kids if it can be helped. I don’t mind it. I’ve missed the freedom of the road. Well, it’s not like I have anyone waiting for me, is it?
Word on the street is there’s a new club moving in on our territory selling Devil’s Dust. That shit isn’t going to fly. Things have been quiet and peaceful the past few years. So it was only a matter of time before someone got brave enough to test us. Rebel heard they are based in Louisville, calling themselves the White Militia. I hear they are a bunch of fucking inbred skinheads from southern Ohio. But they have been keeping quiet. Staying far enough out of our territory, but close enough to force our ears to the ground.
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