by L. Grubb
The sudden squeak of tires make the girls huddle close and take a step back.
“Don’t worry, the minivan is here to take you to a safe house. Big enough for all seven of you. You may have to share rooms, and you’ll have one of our men guarding the front door for you safety, okay?” I address the girls.
They all nod in unison, understanding what I said.
“Good. Let’s go.”
I lead them to the van and they all jump in, a look of gratification crosses their faces with the warmth inside. Makes me smile that we did something good, even from bloodshed.
“Take them to the large safe house, outside of LA,” Prez tells Champ.
Champ nods and hops up into the driver’s seat. Starting the engine, he salutes us and backs down the dirt road.
We watch them go and then face each other, assessing everyone for damage. Seems we have made it out with no injuries. Thank fuck for that, I think to myself. I wipe my clammy hands down my jeans before saying, “Lets head back. I need a damn shower. The shower that I got hauled out of this morning.”
They all laugh, knowing exactly what I’m talking about. I shake my head at them, chuckling. Great bunch of assholes they are.
I head back down the dirt road toward my bike, thinking about Alexis spread eagle on my bed. Now there’s a fucking awesome thought. That shit makes me damn happy. I hurry along, kicking dust up as I go.
Finally I reach my bike, hop on, turn the key and gun it down the road toward the best pussy ever invented.
Chapter 14
Alexis
I’m sitting with Lauren outside on one of the picnic benches, a glass of wine in front of each of us. Bliss, this is heaven. Until I think about where I am, what I’m doing.
“Alexis?” Lauren waves a hand in front of my face. I swat it away like you would a bee and stare at her.
“Yeah? Sorry, must of zoned out there.” I chuckle. That never happens, so what the actual fuck?
“I said, what about your mother? The care home?”
Shit. Fuck. Shit. I completely forgot, being wrapped up in my bubble with Cobra, I completely forgot to call the care home for an update on my mom.
“You forgot, didn’t you?” She presses her lips into a thin line.
“Don’t you dare give me that bitchy look, we’ve only been here a few days. I visit mom once, maybe twice, a week. You know that.” I point my finger in her face, warning her with my eyes to back the hell off.
She puts her hands up in mock surrender. “Chill, chick. Jesus. Sorry okay?”
I remove my waggling finger from her face and take a sip of my cool Chardonnay.
“Look, being here is testing us all. I’ve missed work twice now, my boss is going to be shittier than shit when I show my face again. I have no excuse to tell him. My plans seem to be flying out the window as quick as I can say ‘fuck my damn life.’ I’ve had goals since I was a kid and here I am, incarcerated in a biker clubhouse, my dreams seeming to go to shit. Yeah, feeling pretty damn proud myself, I’m sure mom would feel the same.”
I lower my head, swallowing past the lump in my throat and fighting to keep my tears at bay.
“I didn’t know you felt like this, Alexis. Why didn’t you speak to me before now?”
She lays a gentle hand on my arm and smiles weakly at me. “You can always talk to me, you know that. Besties for life, remember?”
I smile at her in gratitude for her kind, uplifting words. “Thank you, Lauren. You always know the right thing to say.
She pats my arm and smiles widely at me.
At that moment, we hear bikes thundering toward the clubhouse.
“I guess our relaxing day just went down the shitter.” I laugh.
Lauren laughs along with me, shaking her head.
We down the rest of our Chardonnay and walk inside to greet our men. Well, my man. Not sure what’s happening with Lauren and Champ after the earlier argument before he left.
The main doors open and in they all walk, slapping each other on the back. Cobra spots me standing there, waiting for him with a mischievous smile on my face. He comes barrelling toward me with a glint in his brooding eyes. Oh boy, I know that smoldering look. I move back a step, but he gets to me before I could take another.
He snags me around the waist, pulling me flush against him and winding me in the process.
“I’ve kind of missed you this morning,” he whispers into my hair. Is he smelling me? Not that I’m overly bothered.
“Cobra, we need to talk,” I mumble into his well defined chest. “Please.”
I feel him sigh before pulling away, holding my shoulders and staring intently into my eyes. “About?”
“Can we go somewhere a little quieter?” I reply, looking around us; all the men are being as loud as they possibly can.
Without another word, he grabs my hand to lead me away. I stop him, digging my heels into the carpet and give him a ‘wait a minute’ look before turning my attention to Lauren. “You okay for a while, hon?”
“‘Course I am, Alexis. You two need to chat, and I need to find a way of getting to my apartment for come clothes. Champ’s are way too big for me.” She laughs, blows me a kiss and waltz’s over to Champ, who’s looking a bit wary of her. So he damn well should be.
“Lead the way, Cobra.” I face back to him, giving him a light smile.
He leads us to, what I now call the poolroom and takes me to the corner by the fireplace.
“Sit there.” He points to the comfortable La-Z-Boy, and I sit heavily in it, bouncing a few times before settling into the cushions.
Cobra pulls an ugly wooden chair over from where the bookcase stands against the wall, opposite to where I sit.
“What do you want to talk about, princess?” he asks me, curiosity gleaming in his dark eyes.
“When can we leave? I have a job to get to, my mother…” I trail off, drawing in a much needed breath. “She’s in a care home. She needs routine, I really don’t want her getting worried about me.”
“I’m not sure when lockdown will be lifted, babe. But I can talk to the Prez about getting you home for stuff you need and visits to your mother. Your job? I’m not so sure.”
“I can’t stay here, Cobra. Lockdown or not, I’m not part of this club in any way, nor is Lauren. We’ll be leaving this afternoon, whether your ‘Prez’ likes it or not.” I’m getting more frustrated by the minute. My job may be shit, but it’s a start in the goals for my future. The experience I need to find another, higher placed, job lies with this company I’m working for now.
Anxiety swirls in my gut. I promised myself, no one will come between me and my job.
I sit straighter in my chair. “You don’t understand. I can see it in your eyes.”
“I can’t let you leave, Alexis. It’s you that doesn’t understand the danger that surrounds us. I’ll never forgive myself if something happens to you, or Lauren.” He takes my sweaty, shaky hands in his. “I’ll never forgive myself,” he says again in a deep but quiet voice.
“I don’t want to stop seeing you, Cobra, I’m not saying that, I’ll even take guards or whatever. I need normalcy. Something of this magnitude never happens to someone like me.”
I stare down a my chipped painted toenails, worrying my bottom lip between my teeth.
“I’ll speak to the Prez, that’s the best I can do, princess.” He moves off his chair and kneels in front of me, licking his lips.
An instant ache begins between my legs, and I can feel my panties are quickly getting wet. I rub my thighs together in the hope that I can relieve the pressure.
Cobra’s hands work their way up my legs, making sensuous strokes on their travels. Goose bumps rise on my skin, sending shivers down my spine.
Before I know it, he cups between my legs, roughly, and moving his body closer, almost completely covering me. His plump pink lips crash to mine, forcing my head back into the recliner. Opening my mouth to let him in, he forcefully removed his sweats down my jelly
like legs throwing them somewhere behind him. Not breaking from the mind blowing kiss, he rips my panties and tosses them toward the pants.
Finally, not that I was complaining, his lips leave mine. He kisses and nips his way down my body, leaving me writhing around in frustration. Fuck. Shit. Crap. Holy motherfucking cow. I think I’ve just died and gone to heaven. He’s sucking hard on my clit, baring his teeth every now and then. The warmth of my juices flowing freely, causing another shiver to race through me.
I moan shamelessly, gripping hard to the armrests. “More, Cobra. More, please,” I say in breath of air.
He unlatches himself from me to look up at me. “Call me Dominic or Dom while we’re intimate, princess.”
“A…Are you sure?” I stammer, shocked that he would want me to call him by his real name.
“I don’t say things I don’t mean, Alexis. Remember that.” His eyes bore into mine, conveying to me a look of what I can only decipher as honesty.
“Okay. Continue, Dominic.” I wink at him and relax back into the cushions.
He chuckles silently, but I can feel his shoulders shaking against my thighs.
He moves his head down, licking from my crack to clit in one soft, slow, tedious pace making a low moaning sound release from the back of my throat. Pure bliss sparking through my folds and up into my belly, leaving a tingling sensation in its wake. Purely fucking amazing.
He continues lapping at my spilling juices, making me wiggle about in the chair. I start moving my hips closer, searching for the friction I need for my release.
“More, Dominic. I need more,” I say through a loud moan.
“Aren’t you little miss bossy today?” His hot breath against my sensitive mound sends tingles down to my toes.
He gives my clit one last kiss before standing up, bending slightly to grab my waist and picking me up and taking me over to the pool table.
Putting me back on my own two feet, he turns me to face the green velvet table and pushes at my upper back so my breasts are squashed beneath me.
I hear the tell-tale sound of his zipper before he spanks me across my ass, hard and thrusting his massive member straight into the hilt.
I scream out in unadulterated bliss as his head bumps my cervix. Freakin’ hell, it’s deep this way. He begins a punishing rhythm, no holding back.
I can feel the table beneath me start to slide across the laminate flooring, the squeak loud in the quiet room. I’ve never been fucked so hard, mainly because the other two dweebs I had encounters with had tiny dicks that made cocktail sausages look good.
The feel of his hard shaft smashing into me with the force of a hurricane takes my breath away, literally, I can’t breathe from the punishing thrusts. I want more. So much more.
I hold onto the sides of the pool table for dear life as thrust after thrust builds what feels like an incredible orgasm.
My juices are covering his groin and running down my thighs, I couldn’t care less. I explode, a million colors detonating behind my eyes, screaming out his name as my walls clamp around him. The colors turn to blinding stars as my orgasm continues. Not even a minute after me, he shouts out obscenities into the air as he pours his load deep within my still pulsing pussy. Holy cow, that was spectacular.
He collapses on top of me, breathing heavily against my back.
We lay like that for a few minutes, catching our breaths.
“Can’t breathe,” I whisper, suddenly aware of his crushing weight on top of me.
“Shit. Sorry, babe.” He moves off me, pulling out in the process. I whimper with the loss of fullness and the soreness he has caused. He helps me up, and I stand there on wobbly legs, our combined releases dribbling down my legs. Gross.
He hands me my sweats after passing me a tissue from his pants pocket. “Always prepared.” I chuckle at him.
“I happen to always have tissue in my pocket, they come in handy when you least expect it.” He looks at me with a wide smile, a panty dropping smile for sure.
After I’m dressed, minus my panties, which he shoved in his jeans pocket, he takes my hand, and we leave the room to head back to the others.
“That wasn’t how I envisioned our talk to go.” I laugh, shyly.
“I can’t seem to help myself around you. Your pussy is made of gold.” He gives me a seductive wink, pulling me into his side and palming my ass. I can’t resist shaking my ass a little more while walking down the hallway toward the club’s main room.
“Do you always have to be so crude?” I look up at him with a raised brow.
“Yep.”
I have to laugh, he’s just so amusing sometimes.
Chapter 15
Cobra
“Cobra, dude, where you been? Prez has called church.” Flipper comes up to me, looking between me and Alexis. A wide grin spreads across his face. “Ah, no need to tell me, I think I can guess just by looking at her just fucked hair.” He’s laughs loudly, causing attention from all around the room.
“Shut up, fuck face. Let’s go.” I glare at him.
I kiss Alexis on the forehead and walk off with Flipper to church.
“You really like her don’t ya?” He looks at me with a little twinkle in his eye.
“What’s it to you?” I reply, glaring sternly at him.
“You haven’t claimed her, man, that’s all I’m saying.” The bastard smirks at me and walks ahead to the open doors of church.
I shake my head and sit in my usual spot to the left of the Prez. His gavel comes down, initiating church has started.
“You did well tonight, boys. Including the prospects. One of the higher ranking men of the Hell Riders has been eliminated and nine of their men have been put down. So, in light of it, they don’t have many shitheads left. The Prez is the sneakiest. He’s who we have to watch out for once he finds his warehouse burned to the ground,” he says, looking at each of us.
“Prez, we need to talk about the girls.” I quickly put that on the table, this is my top priority right now.
“What girls?” he replies, quirking his eyebrow up into his receding hairline.
“Alexis and Lauren.” I look at him like he’s grown two heads. “They need clothes and they have jobs to return to. They don’t belong here, Prez, and shouldn’t have to be.”
“You’re right. But they could possibly be in danger after being seen on the beach.” He rubs his chin absentmindedly.
“I know, we can have prospects guarding them, follow them at a safe distance.” I push on, “They’ll be in more danger if they stay. I doubt they even paid attention to them on the beach if I’m honest. They were both hiding behind us.”
“True. As always, you have a valid point. Okay, let them go. Take them back to their apartments after church,” Prez nonchalantly says to me.
Well, I guess that’s that. Alexis will be happy. I relax back in my chair ready for the next bit of news.
“Lockdown will be lifted, only on the account that no one leaves without another brother. Understood?”
“Understood, Prez,” everyone replies in agreement.
“Good. Now, after the shitstorm this morning, all the girls rescued will be kept at the safe house. Treat them with a bit of respect, brothers. They need to be taken care of before they can be released.”
Nods all around, like we would treat them any other way, kind of insulting when you think about it.
“This will cause an uproar with the Hell Riders, so be aware of your surroundings if you venture out. Dismissed.” His gavel pounds down on the wooden board upon the glass table.
We get up with squeaks of chairs across the floor, and head back out to the main room for some beers.
I go to Alexis and pull her into my arms, kissing her gently on the lips. Will I ever get enough of this woman?
“Good news, babe. You and Lauren can go home. You’ll have prospects following you, but at a safe distance,” I tell her with a small curvature of my lips. I don’t want her to leave.
“H
allelujah. LAUREN!” she shouts across the room to her friend who is gleaming with happiness and bouncing in her chair.
“WE CAN GO HOME!” Lauren squeals in a high-pitched voice. Ouch, there goes my eardrums. They run up to each other and hug like their lives depends on it.
Before I can say anything, they’re both running toward the bedroom area like they have a bee up their asses. I shake my head and walk over to the bar. “Beer please, man,” I say to the prospect behind the bar.
“Coming up.” He turns to the fridge behind him, grabs a Bud and pops the top off handing it to me with a smile. “Here ya go, Cobra. Enjoy!” He bounces off toward the others, sitting a little further away from me.
I sit there nursing my Bud, waiting for the girls to come back out.
“You okay there, son?” Prez says, sitting on the bar stool next to me.
“Yeah,” I murmur, not really wanting a chit chat.
“Worried about the girls. Or just Alexis in general?” He looks at me with a small smirk on his weathering face.
“Got something to say, old man?” I glare in his direction.
“Me? Nope.” He gets up and walks over to the other brothers.
What the fuck was that about? I don’t give a fuck if I’m honest. My mood has nothing to do with anything but Alexis leaving.
“Ready, stud?” Alexis’ arms come around my neck and squeeze.
“Sure, let’s go.” I get up and walk to the main doors, grabbing a prospect on the way. “I’m taking the truck to get the girls home, grab a couple more prospects and follow on your bikes. Understood?” I bark at them. I’m in a foul mood and I couldn’t give a fuck if they liked it or not.
“No problem, VP.”
I guide the girls out into the courtyard and to the black, Ford pick-up truck parked off to the side. I grab their bags and throw them in the flatbed, and open the door for them.
“Thank you.” Lauren smiles.
I guess she’s excited to go home. Not once has she smiled at me since they’ve been here. I shut the door behind them after they both climb in and walk around to the driver’s side.
Hopping in, I notice Alexis staring at me with a giddy smile on her face. “What?” I ask her, confusion written clearly across my face.
