by Ryan Michele
For once in my life, everything feels right.
I groan as the phone rings its annoying self on the bedside table. Blaze is curled up against me, her head resting on the crook between my arm and shoulder, as beautiful as ever. The clock reads 7:39 a.m. Shit. I reach for the phone, knocking off some of the junk I took out of my pockets the night before and it skitters to the ground.
The display says Dagger. Fuck. It’s only been a week since the clubhouse was trashed and calls at this time usually mean my ass is getting up for the day. I swipe the phone and put it to my ear, my voice gruff. “Yeah.”
“Get your ass up,” Dagger orders, leaving absolutely no room to argue. “Get your ass to the clubhouse by eight thirty. Princess is coming to hang out with Blaze.” He disconnects, giving no further instructions. What the fuck?
Reluctantly, I roll out of bed, being careful not to wake my girl. I jump in the shower and then dress. Sitting on the bed next to her, I brush my knuckles over her face and she stirs. How this wakes her up and not me moving off her, I’ll never know.
“What’s going on?” she asks after opening her heavy eyes.
“Gotta run to the clubhouse. Princess is coming to hang out with you.” I continue stroking her face gently, loving the softness.
“Okay,” she whispers. I place a kiss on her plump lips and she snuggles into the blankets. Before I leave the room, she’s asleep.
I pull up to the clubhouse, and it’s clear by all the bikes that all the brothers are here along with Buzz and Breaker. I make it in with about five minutes to spare.
“’Bout time your ass got here.” Dagger comes up to me, coffee mug in his hand, and clasps me on the shoulder with the other. Everyone is in the room. Pops, Rhys, Cruz, GT, Becs, Zeb and the others. There are three chairs in the center of the room. Buzz and Breaker are each sitting in one, leaving one chair open. “Your spot’s the empty one. Go,” he orders as I walk through the guys and sit in the chair.
Buzz and Breaker’s expressions are blank. Breaker may not have been in our unit, but we perfected blank during our time in the service. Never show weakness. No matter what.
“We are here because the three of you want to become one of us. You want to be part of our brotherhood,” Pops’ words shock me. Holy shit. Is this what I think it is? Excitement bubbles, but I keep my face stiff as stone and eyes on Pops as he talks.
“You may be thinking that there is some kind of sacred ritual that all members of Ravage have done, like say, drink blood from a goat.” He chuckles gruffly. “But that is not the case. In Ravage, we vote. Now, it must be a one hundred percent unanimous vote for a prospect to become a member. If even one brother doesn’t think you have what it takes to wear our patch, you will not wear it.”
Pops widens his arms, showing us all the brothers standing with him forming a semi-circle. The brothers have their arms crossed over their chests and blank expressions on their faces. Dagger is the one guy that has truly had my back this entire time, but he is unreadable as well.
God, I’m nervous, but no way in hell do I let it show. My stony expression stays fully in place. What if Buzz got in and not Breaker? Shit. Why couldn’t I have thought of this shit before? Now is not the time.
“Buzz come here,” Pops orders and Buzz rises beside me and strides up to Pops.
“Welcome to the club.” Pops’ stoic face turns to a full out grin as whoops and hollers from the brothers fill the room. Becs holds out a Ravage rag and his hand. Buzz takes off the Prospect one and puts the other leather on his body. Buzz receives congratulations and joins the brothers behind Pops.
“Tug come here,” Pops orders. I inhale deep and rise from my chair. I keep my eyes locked on Pops, whose face is masked. He is all business now. With each step, nerves come in rippling waves, but I don’t allow them through. I didn’t realize really how important this is to me until now. I want it. I need it. I crave it.
Pops stares at me, years of this life showing on his face. Gazes from the others burn into me from all around the room. If I had the capacity to sweat in this situation, I would. It’s a damn good thing that I’m not, especially in this life I am choosing to live.
Pops’ face begins to loosen. “Welcome to the club.” His lips curve up and I follow suit as relief and contentment fill me. The noise from the room is deafening and I soak every bit of it in. GT steps forward and hands me my rag, putting his hand out for the other. The significance of this is not lost to me by any means. Back when he and Casey got together, he had it in that thick skull of his that I had my eye on her. I didn’t tell him different at the time. We fought in the cage and it was the best move ever. In that moment, I gained his respect. We were good. Him handing me my rag means true and honorable acceptance and none of that other bullshit.
I slowly take off my Prospect rag and place it in his hand. He holds open the Ravage one, and I turn, slipping my arms into the leather, a smirk playing on my lips. Breaker sits in the chair and I hope like hell that he gets his, too. I turn to GT, who pushes me into the group of Brothers. Loud shouts and pats on the back ensue.
I find myself next to Dagger, who bumps my shoulder. Pride surges. He taught me everything I know about Ravage. He is now officially my brother.
The voices quiet as soon as Pops speaks. “Breaker, come here.” My stomach tightens, only because Breaker is the quieter of the two brothers. He keeps to himself much more, but does as he’s told. If he doesn’t patch, I don’t know what Buzz would do. Their bond is strong. As is this bond we made with the Brothers.
Breaker rises from the chair, his face blank, and approaches Pops. What is really seconds feels like hours. Then he speaks. “Welcome to the club.” I breathe out a sigh of relief. Breaker is one-arm hugging Pops. More whoops, and hollers follow, and this time Cruz hands Breaker his rag. He’s thrown into the fray and we all congratulate him.
Pops turns to all of us, raises a hand and everyone silences. “Church, ten minutes.” We nod and the roar of congratulations is gripping. There are so many hands patting me that I can’t tell who is who, but go with it. Happy, try fucking elated.
We enter the room where church is held. I’ve never been in here as this place is only meant for members. A large rectangular oak table sits in the middle of the room with several chairs around it. Pops sits at the head of the table with Becs to his left and Dagger to his right. Cruz, GT, Rhys, and Zeb fill up the table. Buzz, Breaker and I grab chairs from the wall, and the brothers make room for us. I have to admit, this is fucking awesome.
The same wood paneling from out in the clubhouse lines the walls and a huge Ravage MC symbol, a skull with fire coming out of the top, is centered on the wall behind Pops. The other wall has a huge sign carved out of wood that says Ravage Motorcycle Club. Pictures line the other wall, from parties to mug shots. The wall with the doors is empty.
Once Pops slams the gavel, he first welcomes us then gets down to business. And shit if the business is not what I want to hear. Apparently, the two assholes that hurt Blaze are into some of the same shit we are. We are not directly connected, but are connected through one of our suppliers. Therefore, anything done would need to be precise and not fall back on Ravage. If the assholes leave Blaze alone, we leave them alone. If not, we step in. Pops put the word out the first day he learned of the connection. Their response was they were going to leave her alone. I don’t buy it.
There is even talk about Princess and how she needs to do better background checks on those she hires at X, as to not bring this shit to the club. I grit my teeth through that part because I fucking want my Blaze here. But do understand where this is going and it is voted that Pops talks to her. Lucky him.
After church is adjourned, I’m elated to be a part of it. Pops asks Buzz, Breaker and I to stay. After the room is clear, he gets up and ambles down to us, resting his hip on the table. His eyes scan us, and he must like what he sees as he starts to talk.
“Anything you hear in this room goes no further than you. All these m
en in this room trust you to do this. You have problems with something that happens in this room, you do not,” his voice gets louder, “discuss this with anyone outside of the people in this room. You don’t go home and bitch to your woman, your mom, or your preacher. You got a problem, you come to us. You have questions, you come to us.” His eyes pin each of us as he says these last words. “You come to us.”
We nod.
“All right, let’s get some lunch and then it’s time to party.”
Drunk. Yeah. Pretty fucking drunk, but not wasted and my wits are pretty much there. Well kind of. Shot after shot were sent my way, along with beers, and I took them all. It takes a lot to get me out of control and thank God for that shit or I’d be making a fool of myself by now, kind of like Breaker, lying on the couch almost passed out.
Ol’ ladies, club mommas, hang-arounds are all here to celebrate. I tried calling Blaze, but she didn’t answer. So, I called Princess and she said they were doing some girly shit. I told her to bring Blaze to the clubhouse, but she hasn’t come yet.
The club is pretty full and I’m sure outside the courtyard is littered with people too. I’ve had more club mommas than I can count coming up to me trying to get a piece, but I’ve turned them all away. I only want one piece and if I keep this shit up, I won’t get to her tonight. Fuck.
Women litter the side of the room which was cleared out for a dance floor, giving us all quite a show. None make my dick hard. I may be a guy, but when you have a taste of something as hot as Blaze, that’s all you need.
I jolt when a touch comes to my shoulder. Princess. “Hey, Tug. I’ve got a present for you.” My brows shoot up. Not only is she Cruz’s woman, she’s also the club princess and I don’t want shit to do with that.
“Wait. Where’s Blaze?” She doesn’t answer.
“Come on.” She’s holding out her hand, but I don’t take it. I do rise and follow her to the corner of the club. I notice a huge pole has been installed from floor to ceiling.
A lone chair sits in front of it and Princess exaggerates a sweeping motion with her arms for me to sit. I do and turn to the room, everyone is gathering behind me, even some of the shitfaced women stop dancing and come my way.
“Now, since you are a brother, I thought we’d initiate you,” Princess teases. “My way. So, this is for you.” The lights go out in the clubhouse, but only for a second. Some lights come on and a strobe light from somewhere starts sending red, blue, green, and yellows through the space.
Standing in front of the pole as the music begins, eyes glued to me, is Blaze. My mouth drops as I scan her body. Sexy, black-leather, bikini top that laces behind her neck, short little matching leather shorts that I’m sure if she turns will show me some cheek, and she is covered from neck to waist in blood-red fishnet. Her hair is wild and her face is fucking perfect.
A soft smile plays on her lips as she reaches up and grabs the pole. She dips her body down low, her ass almost touching the floor but her heels stop her. She shakes and swirls her ass as she goes up the pole. My dick hardens to the point of physical pain against the confines of my zipper.
Her strong arms grip the pole and she drapes one of her legs around it at the knee and falls so she is upside down. She puts her arms out straight to the floor and the fishnet falls from her body, and she gives me a small wink. Holy shit.
She then does some sort of maneuver that brings her feet flipping to the floor. She sways her hips to the music as she comes closer. She leans down and places a kiss on my lips, way too fucking short for my liking, but then steps away and bends at the hips, giving me a beautiful view of her ass. This stops me from rising.
Her fingers slip into her small shorts as she wiggles them down, ever so very slowly, giving me an even better view of her perfect ass. Whistles and catcalls come as the shorts hit her thighs. I snap. No one sees her but me, dammit.
I rise from the chair, clutch her waist, turn her around, and yank her shorts up. With my hands on her ass, I lift, her feet wrap around my back. I fucking kiss her and walk. I don’t know where the fuck I’m going, but it could be the bathroom for all I fucking care. Princess yells, “Move out of the way!” and somehow I follow her, my eyes open while I’m kissing my girl.
“In here,” Princess says. “I’m told this is yours so I cleaned it. Enjoy.” She opens the door and before the last syllables of enjoy are said, I slam the door with my foot and Blaze is pressed up against it. My eyes close as we kiss, full on demanding, battling for control kiss. I set her down briefly and snatch the shorts off her body then devour her mouth.
Her nails dig into my shoulders as they make their way up to my hair and thread through, scraping my scalp. I fucking love it. I unbutton my jeans in a rush and push them down, along with my underwear. Reaching between us, I realize I forgot her thong, fuck it. I wrench it out of the way and glide into her. Fuck me. Her wet heat is like satiny silk as it squeezes my dick, pulling me further in.
Her tongue slides deep in my mouth. I thrust up frantically, the little control I have when she’s around snaps like a rubber band. With both hands on her ass, I use the door to help me hold her up. I thrust faster and squeeze my ass to get more power.
She breaks the kiss to moan, mewl, and scream as I pound into her, the door shaking behind us. Her pussy grips my dick like a massage. She screams her release and after three more thrusts, I come, grunting into her neck.
“Shit, babe,” I groan, nuzzling her neck. My wobbly legs and jeans around my ankles don’t bode well for me carrying her to the bed. “Gotta put you down. You okay?” She nods, her face having that I’ve been fucked real good glow. Damn, that’s sexy.
I turn to the side and place her down on the floor, her legs a bit wobbly. Once I steady her, I tear off my boots and jeans. “Bed,” I demand.
I strip off my shirt and turn around. Blaze lies on the bed, hair splayed out on the tan blanket, her thong still to the side of her pussy. Her tits almost fall out of the bikini top. One of Blaze’s legs is bent at the knee while she lies flat on her back, arm out. She is a fucking wet dream. My fucking wet dream.
I crawl up the bed and strip Blaze’s thong off her body. Then unlace her killer fuck-me heels. I kiss up her body and roll her to the side, she doesn’t complain and helps me roll her. I untie the leather from her body, throwing it to the floor.
I lie next to her and hold her to my body. “I’m not done with you yet.” I crash my lips down on hers. Best fucking day ever.
I wake up in a groggy haze. Light peers through a window and my eyes finally get the strength to open. My arm is wrapped around my sexy man’s middle, my head on his chest, and our legs tangled together. We seem to like this position. He is a Greek God and I can’t believe I didn’t want to give him a chance. I can’t imagine my life without him.
I tear my gaze away and take in the room: wood-paneled walls, bare except for a few empty shelves, a dresser on one wall, and another on a different wall. A door is open wide to what appears to be a bathroom, which is good because I need to make it there soon.
Last night was amazing. Tug was out of control and I have to say I loved every minute of it. He can do it sweet and he can do it hot. I’m happy either way. Riding him was the highlight of my night. It definitely tested the strength in my legs.
When Princess came over yesterday and told me about the plan, which she only knew about because Cruz asked her to get some girls together for the party, I didn’t say yes at first. It’s hard enough getting up on stage at X, and doing it in the clubhouse for Tug unsettled me. I know he hates it that I still strip, but those nights I rake in some serious cash and I’m not ready to give that up yet. Especially with Santos and Frank still out there somewhere.
Princess didn’t tell me that he was becoming a member. Supposedly, Cruz told her to do something special for Tug with a wink. Princess, being a smart woman, assumed it was for this reason and she was right.
Princess being Princess of course had me come around. When I hid before t
he lights went dead, I almost had a panic attack but I breathed through it. I went on stage and did my thing, but doing it at the clubhouse felt more personal, intimate. But the fact that it was for Tug got me through. I kept my eyes focused on him the entire time, not letting the noises in the background distract me.
The lust in his face when he saw me tied me up in knots in a way I didn’t expect. I get gawked at all the time, and when I do, I notice it’s nothing compared to the way Tug looks at me. He looks at me like I am the most precious, sexiest thing he’s ever seen, and I love that.
I’m not sure how he did it last night, but we continued the sex-a-thon throughout the night, exploring and taking our time. The sounds of the party outside blasted through the door, but we paid no attention to any of it.
My bladder calls.
I slip from Tug, who doesn’t move a muscle, and out of bed. I do my business in the bathroom. There’s a shower but no shampoo so I’ll wait till I get home. I definitely need one. The remnants of Tug’s cum is on my chest. I wiped it off as best I could last night, but some is still there.
Since I knew the plan, I packed a small bag with clothes for me, and toothbrushes for both of us along with toothpaste. I open the bag and brush my teeth thoroughly. Wash my face with water and a small bit of hand soap and wipe it off on a small towel on the hanger.
Strong arms wrap around my waist and I crash into a naked warm body. I smell him. Tug rests his chin on my shoulder. “Why’d you get up?” His voice is groggy and sexy, sending chills up my spine, my body wanting more.
“Had to pee and brush my teeth.” I turn around in his arms, gripping the strong muscled tattooed wonders and holding on with a death grip.
“What do you have planned for today?” He bends down, giving me a chaste kiss on the lips.
“I need to go to X. Princess and I need to do the lineup for next week, and I have books to catch up on.” I pull myself as close to him as possible.
