by Anthology
She seems to ponder that shit over before she replies. ”Okay, but only apologize if Maci can’t hear you. I don’t want to get those boys into trouble because Maci would have to yell at them all over again. She doesn’t need that shit.”
I stand up from kneeling to cuddle with my dog. “Okay, boss.” I reply.
Her frown washes off as desire fills her gaze. “Hmmm, sure like the sound of that.”
“Well hurry the fuck up so we can go home and you can boss me around.” My dick jumps in agreement, clearly ready to be her slave for the rest of the day.
Chapter Seven
We’re standing in front of the tiniest house on the fucking block. Although it seems well maintained, it’s still a very fucking old house. Xerox steps up to the door and knocks. We hear footsteps approach and the door swings open.
A boy, about twelve years old, just stands there eyeing us. “Yeah?”
“Your sister here?” Xerox asks the kid, just as I hear shouting from behind us.
Turning, I see the three punks that were at the shop earlier. The one I beaned in the head with an apple taking lead.
“You think you can come kick our ass? Our sister will kick both of you off our lawn, so piss off.” The ring-leader informs us.
Taking a step forward, I hold out the bag in my hand. “Shut it, idiot. I came to give you this. Now take it as my apology or I will take another apple and stuff it in that big fucking mouth of yours. Understood?”
The little punk nods and takes the bag from me. Clearly smarter than his mouth. Not turning down free food shows he’s hungry. That, or he wants the discussion to end because I hear Xerox curse behind me. Turning, I see why.
“Did one of my brothers cause shit?” The tiny woman in the threshold questions.
She’s got dirty blond hair that’s wrapped up in a high ponytail. Strings have fallen loose and cradle her face. She’s got a tight and toned body, and I notice, not because I’m checking her out…but mainly because she’s only wearing some kind of workout bra and a very tight hot pants. Sweat is pouring down her face, tits and God knows where else because I’m turning my fucking eyes away.
My dick would have been hard the second my eyes would see her, except…he doesn’t even twitch. But I can understand why Xerox was cursing since that fucker is sporting major wood. Seeing as his dick is hording all his blood to prevent his brain from working, I feel the need to take lead.
“Just dropping something off, ma’am. I’m Corban, Maud’s old man.” Reaching out my hand, she takes it in a firm grip, shakes it once and drops it.
“Maci Meyer. But you already knew that.” She eyes my cut. “Old man, huh? Good for her.”
“What’s up with that Nero fucker and why the fuck would you come to the door like that? Asking for someone to tap those goods or some shit?” Xerox growls and he puts me on edge with his screwed-up words.
Seems like his dick has really drained his brain, keeping it from functioning.
When I try to shush them both, she steps up in Xerox’s personal space and pops up on her toes because she’s tiny as fuck.
“You go on and try to get a sample, pretty boy. See if you can get your dick within one inch of my naked skin.” Her voice is so soft and even. There is no anger in it at all and yet, it is scary as hell.
Xerox leans down so his nose is touching hers. “Only my zipper is keeping my cock from touching your bare stomach, Captain Cookie.”
The second his voice turns husky at the end with the endearment, she starts to throw punches that Xerox automatically dodges and blocks. For a few moments it seems like they’re both just smacking each other’s arms like a couple of kids, bitching. Then they’re both grunting because the punches are getting harder so they need to work to avoid that shit.
Her brothers are throwing words out, one after the other, cheering on their sister.
“Kick his ass.”
“In the balls.”
“Come on, that’s it.”
“Hit ‘em hard.”
Right as I’m about to step in between, she stomps Xerox on the foot the same time she punches him right in the eye. Clearly thrown off balance, he steps away from her.
“There. Hope the brown one stays closed for a few days. What I wear in my own goddamned home while I work out, to blow off some steam, is my own fucking business, not yours. If you wanna have another discussion about it, I’d gladly shut that blue eye of yours too.” She turns and starts to make her way back toward the house.
“Hang on.” I try to steer clear of touching her.
She puts her hands on her hips and takes a defensive pose.
“Look, I came here to drop things off and Maud mentioned Nero. We ripped him and his posse apart a few months ago. We don’t condone any fucking drug shit in our town.” Making my point clear, I make eye contact with every single one of her brothers. “So, if you need any help or have any intel, just let us know.”
Her hands fall from her waist, clearly relieved by my words. “That’s good to know, but we’re steering clear of that dirtbag. Right, guys?”
Her brothers mumble in agreement.
Eyeing us both, she throws out, “See? Okay, every one of you in the house. Now. And you two, thanks for letting me know and bringing the stuff from Maud.”
Maci takes a step toward her house when Xerox holds up a piece of paper he seems to have ripped from his sketch pad.
“My number. Call if you need anything.” Xerox sounds determent.
One glance at the paper, she tilts her head, looks at his cut and then catches his gaze. “Xerox. The president of Wicked Throttle MC himself, huh?”
“The very one.” He growls.
“I always handle my own shit.” She walks off without taking the piece of paper from his hand.
“Fuck. She’s got an ass.” Xerox growls.
“Heard that.” she throws over her shoulder.
“It was meant as a fucking compliment so you sure as fuck needed to hear it, Captain Cookie.” Xerox states while his eyes stay on her ass, totally missing the fact that she’s flipping him off with both hands.
Her brothers follow her into the house and the one I hit with an apple flips me off as well before he closes the door.
“She’s got an ass.” I mimic Xerox’s voice. “What the hell, dude?” I question the idiot that’s still staring at the door.
I give him a shove to the shoulder and he starts his way toward our bikes.
“Fuck man, are you blind or something? The chicks I’ve met all have a flat ass syndrome or some shit, and this one is round and…you know, something to grab hold of with both hands.” Xerox is holding up his hands as if he’s sizing up the way he needs to place them on Maci’s ass. “She’s got like a toned body but her ass is really big, like a juicy pear figure.”
“Stop talking, asshole. Juicy pear figure, you’re either hungry or horny. Don’t combine that shit. Let’s stick to you’re horny, since you haven’t gotten your dick wet for months now.” Just stating a fact. Besides that? I don’t need to hear talk about some chick’s ass. “I’m heading over to Maud.”
He nods and waves his hand. “Yeah, go. I need to head over to the compound. Gonna lock myself up in my room, man. I need to sketch.”
“Lemme guess…that chick’s ass.” My bike rumbles when I fire it up.
Xerox gives me a death glare while he flips me off. What the hell is that shit around here with people waving their middle finger up in the air?
Chapter Eight
Content. The last few days have been a nice flow of routine. Doing club business in the hours that Maud runs her shop while we spend all the other time together. Never thought it would turn out like this. White picket fence, my old lady, a dog…yet I’ve come to realize it’s everything I will ever need in this life.
I walk back inside the house with Elmo hot on my heels from his last walk for the night because we’re heading over to the clubhouse for the party. Maud picks up Elmo, gives him a kiss and lock
s him up in his kennel.
All of this while I’m openly eating her up with my eyes. She’s wearing these black tight jeans with her boots. Yeah, she doesn’t need heels or some shit. I find her work boots sexy as hell because they suit her.
But the dark red, tiny lumberjack blouse she’s wearing that’s tied with a knot on her belly? Buttons barely closing so there’s a hint of a black with dark red bra showing. Yeah…that right there had me running out of the house with Elmo because we need to head over to the compound before I say fuck it, and after that, fuck her.
And I can’t due to the fact that it’s an all-present, mandatory thing. Once a month we have these parties where every single member needs to be present. It’s a family obligation, mandatory because a handful would always make excuses and therefor we’d never be entirely complete.
Xerox changed the rule. Be there or you’re out if you miss the next time. No matter how long you’ve been a member. Respect the rules, respect the brotherhood. We unite. Ditch that and you’re gonna end up the one getting ditched.
“Get in the car.” It’s a growl, because I can’t keep my calm.
She raises her left eyebrow but takes her keys out of those tight as fuck pants and swings them around her index finger.
“Whatever you say, biker boy.” Slides out in a fucking sing-song voice.
Taking the keys off that delicate finger, very gently I might add, I swat her tight ass and lock the door. The drive over to the compound is taking too damn long because Maud is bound to torture me at every turn. Her hand is on my thigh and way to close to my dick and yet, according to said dick…too far away.
The fire pits that are scattered all over the terrain come into sight and I park Maud’s pickup next to a row of bikes. I give her the keys back while we make our way toward the building. She needs to head to work early tomorrow morning, therefor she’s the one driving back. Fine with me because I could use a beer…or ten for that matter.
My nerves spike when the whores of the club come into view. I’ve told Maud how shit goes with this MC and she also knows for damn sure that I won’t touch another chick ever again.
That doesn’t help the slight feeling of unease running through me. Those ho’s are competitive as fuck when it comes to needing a dick. Although some of my brothers are all about sharing pussy…those cunts like to grab any dick and hold on to it, any way they can, so it stays with them instead of hopping from one to the other and back.
Fingers slide into my ass pocket and without looking beside me, I know it’s Maud’s hand. I curl my arm around her and tuck her beneath it, squeezing her gently against my body.
Maud makes a strangled noise. “Your biceps is as big as my head, you might wanna loosen up instead of crushing me.”
I falter and wrap my hand in her curly flaming hair, pulling it back to slam my mouth over hers. Maud’s leg hooks into mine while she rubs her pelvis against me. Making me wanna fuck her, right here, right now. The beauty is…I can do just that due to the fact that my brothers won’t mind. The downside? I never can, or would, though. For the simple fact; I don’t fucking share.
“Are you gonna devour her, or can you give me a hand?” Barlow’s voice barks out behind me.
Dragging my lips away from Maud, I look back. “What do you need, man?”
He eyes my Old Lady. “The name’s Barlow, can I borrow your old man for a second? I need a second opinion about the design I’m working on.”
Maud raises an eyebrow, making me chuckle. I feel the need to explain, on the grounds that Barlow is behaving himself right now; being polite and all.
“Barlow here can carve a bear out of a log within ten minutes. He’s one hell of an artist and at the moment he’s working on a set of dragons for a Chinese restaurant.” Maud’s eyes widen a bit at my words.
“No shit? That’s awesome. I’d like to see you work sometime.” She praises.
Barlow’s eyes go to the ground. “Yeah…see…I never…I work alone, okay. But I can show you some of the shit I’ve made if you want. Another time. I mean… it’s because it’s too busy and most of my great pieces are over at the gallery across town.”
Maud gives him a warm smile in understanding. “I’d like that. Now, I’m gonna go look around.” Her eyes lock on me. “You gonna come find me, when you’re done helping Barlow?”
My fingers trail down her cheek. “Absolutely, babe. Be right there.”
She walks off and I openly watch the ass, that belongs to me, sway out of my reach.
“Fine piece of ass you have there. Does she have a sister?” Barlow’s voice pulls me back to him.
Shaking my head at his question. “Nope. It’s just her.”
Damn, those past few days, when we’re together and not fucking? We talk. A lot. About everything really. She told me her life story, I told her mine. Then we spent hours discussing shit we’d want in life. Shocking that we both have the same goals. Talk about two souls heading down the same path and colliding to aim toward the future together.
I give him my full attention. “What did you want my opinion about?”
Barlow’s shoulders straighten and all of a sudden, he looks dead serious. “Xerox had me running a check on Nero. You know, throw a few lines out to see if the fucker’s still active. One of my little birdies got back to me, he’s a friend of a buddy of mine. Both are DEA and one went undercover to take him down. Gotta treat this carefully man. Xerox almost flipped when I gave him the file. Something about a chick and her brothers who needed to be kept out of that shit. That made me dig deeper and goddammit, Corban…I put a trail on that Nero dude…no worries, they kept their fucking distance…but it seems like he’s obsessed with this Maci chick. He’s trailing her without her knowing. I can’t tell Xerox that little detail because he was already spitting fire when I gave him the headlines before I got to the latest intel. This is bad man, we need to stay the fuck out of it. We don’t need the DEA up our asses. And that most definitely will happen if we step in, to either stop Nero, or protect that chick. Best to steer clear and let them handle that shit.”
Fuck. My hand finds the back of my neck and I let Barlow’s words wash over me. This shit is bad. I’ve seen Xerox’s art, that he’s been knocking out like clockwork for the last few days. Ever since he saw that Maci chick, he’s got his inspiration back. Not that he seems like a love-sick fool or something, not at all. More like the punch she gave him kick started his artistic side again.
He never even mentioned her but with what Barlow just said, it does fire up something if she’s mentioned. Xerox has always been a dude who steps up for the good kind of people. Clearly Maci is struggling to do just that and it’s a hard fucking thing in this world.
“Good call, Barlow. Seeing we’re all here anyway…let’s get everyone in church, we’ll go over it. I’m gonna go look for Xerox and talk shit through. After that, I’ll let you know when to get everyone in so we can discuss what the fuck is going on in our town right under our fucking noses, yeah?”
He gives me a tight nod that I return and spin on my heel to make my way outside. After a few minutes, I find Maud and decide to keep my distance. Observing. Leaning back against the brick wall of the clubhouse, I enjoy the sight before me.
She’s helping Xerox unload beer drums. There are six of my brothers standing around with their thumbs up their asses. Why? Because they are all gaping at my woman, who’s lifting heavy shit, with her tits pressed up and her tight ass setting down those drums.
Quill steps forward, probably to help her out, meaning getting an eyeful of tits that belong to me. I’ve had enough.
“Maud, babe. You’re way too good for that shit. You’re helping out in more than just unloading the truck. My brothers are practically drooling and might run off to rub one out.”
“Make that two.” Quill states as he adjusts himself.
“Hmmm…I’m good at multitasking.” Maud hums as she jumps straight at me.
I catch her with ease and lift her up, knead
ing that perfect ass in my hands. Her legs wrap around me and I can feel her locking her ankles by the way her grip tightens. She’s looming over me when her lips meet mine.
Her tongue swirls around, making me groan when it meets mine. God, I love her taste. She puts up a good fight in a dual of dominance, but I’m the one that she submits to. As if she needs to make a point of who’s in charge, she nips my bottom lip and pulls back.
“How long until we can run off and have crazy monkey sex?” She breathes.
Aw, fuck. “Wanna see my room?”
Maud tilts her head. “Does it have a lock?”
Hell. Yes. My talk with Xerox will have to wait for about ten minutes. Two of those I will need to get to my room, four to eat her pussy and make her come, three to pump like hell to make the both of us explode and the other I’m gonna split in half…catch my breath and zip up.
“Xerox…” I yell over my shoulder. “You and me, talk in fifteen minutes.”
Hear that? Decided I needed double time for pumping and two and a half minutes to catch my breath.
Chapter Nine
Kicking the door shut, I hold her up with one arm and flip the lock with the other.
“Dresser, chair, TV, bathroom, bed. Now you’ve seen my room.” I throw her on the bed and her arms reach out to balance while bouncing on the mattress.
“Uhmm…nice place you have here, biker boy, real homey.” Maud chuckles.
The sound of my belt unbuckling flows through the air. Kicking my boots off and a deep breath after that, my pants find the floor. I shrug off my cut and my camo tank follows suit. She’s staring at me with desire blazing in her gorgeous eyes.
“This ain’t my home, love. That’s you. You’re my home.” I stalk the short distance to the bed and place one knee on it, making it dip so her body gently slides a few inches toward me.
“You give my soul the fearless comfort I’ve been seeking my whole life. You give me strength, hope, peace…everything you give me I intend to give back, tenfold.. I know it’s quick, babe…but this is solid. Now, I’ve already married you biker style by claiming you as my Old Lady…but I need your signature to be my fucking wife. That’s the only goddamn reason I’m asking.” And that right there is frustrating. I would have had all the paperwork in order if I didn’t need her consent. She’s mine and mine alone for the rest of our lives.
