Inflamed: A Shadow Riders MC

by Kiki Leach

  "It'd be one helluva greetin' insteada this shit, if I do say so my fuckin' self. And if you weren't such a hateful motherfucker toward her kind, you'd be thinkin' the same fuckin' thing." He and River glared at each other until Blue broke eye contact and turned back to the girl. "How the fuck old do you think she is?"

  "I've got no fuckin' clue. But with her tits sittin' up like that, I'd say she's probably seventeen at best."

  "You know seventeen year old tits, brother?"

  "Yeah, when I was suckin' on 'em at seven-fuckin'-teen, asshole."

  Blue snickered and reached down for the edge of her dress, slightly lifting it to peek underneath. His eyes went dark and narrowed when he realized she wasn't wearing a stitch of underwear and saw dried blood stained between her legs. "Shit. Her pussy says much of the same." He dropped the hem of her dress and sat back. "What the fuck are we gonna tell Prez about this shit?"

  River turned his attention back to the girl. Red hot rage poured through his veins, boiling over and burning his skin the longer he stared. Bitches like this should've known their place, their side of the gate, their side of town. It was clear this one didn't and got seriously fucked and dumped on his goddamn doorstep because of it. That pissed him off more than her being fucked up, the fact that her being such a stupid fucking bitch was jeopardizing every goddamn thing he had ever worked so hard to help build.

  "Hey." Blue hit him in the arm. "You hear what the fuck I just asked? What the fuck are we gonna tell Prez about this shit? We can't fuckin' leave her here out in the goddamn open like that free pussy sign said. Especially with the other brothers on the way back here for church and a few of 'em still pissed about not gettin' laid last night. Tiny was complainin' like a fuckin' bitch about how he couldn't come in LuAnn's mouth like she was promisin' he would. He said she was on those raggedy ass knees for at least a goddamn hour and the only thing he got from it was a bunch of lipstick stains around his balls." He laughed. “Guess that’s why he prefers stickin’ it in the mouths of those young bitches like this one here now.” He nodded. “She fucked it up for him from jump.”

  River lifted his shoulders and grimaced. "Tiny’s a sick fucker,” he said. “Always has been when it comes to these young bitches. And I don't fuckin' know what the hell we're tellin' Prez about this shit.” He threw his hand toward the table and groaned. “But I do know the sooner we get this goddamn bitch the fuck outta here, the fuckin' better we're all gonna be before the motherfuckin’ day is done. Let's go."

  Chapter One

  It had been a long fucking time since Jacob 'River' Hawkins woke up to the thrill of a woman planted between his legs with his cock stuffed deep inside her mouth; too fucking long as far as he was concerned. Though much of the reason he hadn't even so much as paid for a quick fix was due to his lack of appetite for the latest round of available club whores, many of whom often trailed in from nowhere in particular, in search of any member capable of putting any regular motherfucker on the street in his proper place. Nine times out of ten, that 'place' was six feet beneath the ground. Sometimes deeper if they were serious assholes about going under in the first goddamn place.

  To would-be club whores like the one currently deep throating his twelve and a half inch cock while cupping and playing with her own tits, men like River were kings amongst men. They had power, money, hordes of women flinging their dignity out of the window just to be near them and get even a taste of what they had been so unwilling to give anyone else at times; and more importantly, they had the respect of most people within and around the community and beyond. Though truth be told, and River knew it better than most, the latter part of that equation had been fading fast over the last few years due to bad business decisions that seemed to affect more people outside of the club than in. Not to mention the terrible deals their president made with the up and coming motherfuckers throughout Crescent Beach who were more eager to take down the club in the hopes of building up their own dynasty of drugs, booze and sex, and less eager about helping them expand their own.

  River outstretched a muscular, tattoo covered arm over his head, and threw one of his overly large hands down on the back of the girl's head as she brought her hands up to stroke his balls.

  "Shit, baby," he growled as the heat built up inside him. "Fuckin, shit, babe." He gently bucked his hips and shoved her down a little further until she started gagging around him, but he refused to release her until a hot burst of his cum sprayed across the most delicate part of the back of her throat. "FUCK!" He shuddered against her mouth as pure ecstasy poured through his veins and forced more cum from his cock.

  The minute his hand dropped back down to the bed, she lifted herself up and swallowed every drop of what he had just given her. She practically beamed in seeing the satisfied look on his hard, chiseled face, that hint of a smile that seemed so rare on big, brawny men like him, and wiped her mouth of cum and spit.

  "Shit, bitch, where the fuck did you learn to suck cock like a goddamn pro?" he asked her.

  She brought her hands down to the muscles in his thighs and trailed her fingers up and down his beautifully tanned skin. "I watched movies when I was younger," she said with a laugh. “And I've got an older sister who taught me a lot of things about cock and how to handle one--”

  "Older sister?" His mind went crazy with the idea of how she’d be in comparison to the bitch currently occupying his time.

  The girl nodded. “Before she turned eighteen and could get into the adult stores, she'd often use cucumbers to help. But I’ve gotta say, you’re the biggest man I’ve ever had inside any part of my body before. Cucumbers don’t do men like you justice in any way.”

  "Darlin’, I’m better than most motherfucker’s you’ll ever fuckin’ come across. And that’s not just me bein’ cocky as shit ‘cause I’ve got one big enough to prove it; it’s just a straight up motherfuckin’ fact. But that bein’ said...” River brought his head forward and arched a brow. “Did I ever ask just how old the fuck you were last night?"

  "No. You didn't seem too concerned about my age at the time, but I just turned nineteen this month."

  “Nineteen?” He slammed his head back down to the bed and groaned. "Oh, fuck."

  "It's okay. Age is nothing but a number for me. It's the same for you too, right?"

  "Jesus Christ. Fuck no, babe, it’s not. I think you've got the wrong motherfucker."

  She frowned. "Why do you say that?" she asked in a slight panic.

  "Do you even know just how old the fuck I am, bitch? You're damn near the same age as my own goddamn kid. Move." He shoved her back with the heel of his foot and swung his legs around to the side of the bed. He planted his feet firmly on the floor, curled his toes into the carpet and rested his head in his hands. "Fuckin' Christ."

  Being with a girl who still had 'teen' attached to her goddamn age wasn't normally River's thing; she at least had to be able to get into a local bar or club without a fucking bribe or flashing her tits, which was something he was starting to assume this girl knew all too well how to do. He should've paid more attention last night, he should've been more aware. But after downing two bottles of tequila and one bottle of rum, followed up by six shots of cognac and seven beers, and this girl rubbing her tight, round ass against his cum filled cock, her age, much like the rest of her aside from that perfectly shaven pink pussy, had quickly become something of a blur.

  "How the fuck did you manage to get in here last night?" he asked her.

  "A friend brought me. The same one that went off with one of yours someplace before we came back here."

  "I gotta lotta friends here, darlin'. I'm gonna need you to be a hell of a lot more specific than that."

  "The one with the red, white and blue tattoos all over his arms and neck like some kind of patriot or American flag. He was wearing a red wrap around his head and had a short black goatee covering his entire mouth. You could hardly see his lips when he spoke. Oh! And he had that Sergeant-At-Arms patch on his cut.”

/>   The description sounded a hell of a lot like Blue. River momentarily shut his eyes and remembered a tiny red-head with tits the size of watermelons and an ass the size of Texas, dragging his best friend off to some other part of the club before finally disappearing into a spare room.

  "Christ." He dropped his hands to his lap and sat back.

  The girl bent forward and threw her arms around his neck. She tangled her fingers in the soft hairs on his chest and brushed the tip of her nose across the smooth skin of his back, just inches above his colorful hawk tattoo (one of the actual bird), which rested in the center of it. She giggled in watching its wings move up and down as he jerked his shoulders in an attempt to shove her off.

  "You know, I don't care how old you are," she told him. "You still fuck like you could be twenty-five years old."

  "Shit, bitch, how many twenty-five year olds have you been fuckin' lately?" He snickered. "‘Cause I ain’t been twenty fuckin' five in about thirteen goddamn years. If the grey shit all over my head, face and chest ain’t tell you that--"

  "I like it." She slid her fingers into his thick head of hair, the color of salt and pepper that seemed to brighten as she tilted his head closer to the light; where it used to rest across his shoulders, it was now loosely curled and resting just above his neck. The girl smiled. "It makes you look sophisticated or something," she said. "Like an old man kind of sexy."

  "A sophisticated old man kinda sexy? Shit. You really don’t know a goddamn thing, do ya?" He shoved her off without a second thought and crossed the room to his pack of cigarettes on the dresser. He pulled one from the pack, then got a good look at himself in the mirror.

  He still looked damn good and somewhere deep within himself, he knew it despite whatever bullshit he was spewing or had planned to spew toward this girl at some point. And even though it partially riled him up, he knew she was right, his age was just that, nothing but a motherfucking number. Even if it mattered, he could still claim to be in his thirties, because he was. His very late thirties. Sure his hair wasn't as dark as it once was, but that didn't mean shit when he still had rock hard abs, a good and healthy ass, thick muscles in his arms and legs, a wrinkle-free natural tan that intimidated most motherfuckers he knew, and most importantly, that strong jawline; one that often took more than a few hundred fists from weaker motherfuckers to break in half. His close cut shaven beard was starting to show more shades of grey than what was on his goddamn head, but just like everything else, it seemed to be a part of life, one he knew he needed to learn to embrace at some point before death came looking to drag him straight to hell. Still, with the size of his cock and how he worked it, he was certain he could fuck a bitch into a multitude of orgasms even after pulling out, which seemed to matter a hell of a lot more to him than a few strands of grey.

  River picked up his lighter and threw a flame across his cigarette. He bent his head back to blow out the smoke, then returned to the mirror and looked behind him at the girl still on his bed. She remained completely naked with those full, heavy tits sitting high up on her chest, just fucking perfect; it was as if they were staring right up at him, with pink dime sized nipples just begging to be sucked, nibbled, raked over and fucked by that glorious cock of his all over again. He watched her throw those strawberry-blond locks over her creamy white shoulders and slide a hand down between her legs. She shoved two fingers inside herself and moaned.

  "I'm ready," she panted, pumping her fingers in and out of her sex. "I'm ready, willing and able if you're looking to go another round with me, baby. I couldn't seem to keep you off of me last night and I'm hoping that today won't be much different."

  "Is that what this mornin' was?" he asked her. "A thank you gift for keepin' my cock hard without the help of a fuckin' blue pill?"

  She smiled but didn't respond.

  River leaned over the dresser and shoved his brows together while rotating his eyes between her face and tits. "What's the oldest motherfucker you've ever been with?"

  She turned her eyes up to the ceiling and shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe fifty."

  "He a member of this club?"

  "I don't know... Maybe." She tossed a wink in his direction and pulled her fingers out to massage herself.

  "You here ‘cause you're lookin' to be a goddamn club whore on a permanent basis, babe? You wanna be passed around from cock to cock with one in your ass and the other deep inside that pink pussy – maybe one even down your throat? Or are you aimin' for Old Lady status?"

  "I'm not old. And I'm no lady. And what's life without cock of any kind, no matter where it's being put inside me?" She jumped up from the bed and slid her arms across his broad shoulders. He turned in her arms and leaned back as she shoved her tits against him and dropped her hands around his bare ass. "I'm not looking to belong to anybody specific," she told him in a whisper. "I'm just here looking to have a good time for as long as I can before I'm shipped off to school soon. So far, you're the most fun I've had yet."

  "How many parties have you been to at the club? I think I'd remember seein' you if you'd been to more than one."

  "Last night was my first time here, and with you. But I'm hoping that it won't be my last with either one." She brought her hand around and swiped her thumb across the head of his cock, making him twitch. She lifted her hand to her mouth and sucked down hard on what was left of his cum.

  “Jesus Christ, you are somethin’ else.”

  "I know.” She grinned. “You sure you don't wanna go for another round? I'm still wet enough for you to fuck me any which way you see fit. And with more than just your big, fat cock this time.”

  Before he could answer, there was a bang on his door.

  "River!" a low, scratchy voice called out from the other side. "You got somebody out here in front of the garage looking to talk to you about something; they say it's important."

  The girl turned toward the door and frowned. "Who the hell is that?"

  River shook his head. "Verna," he told her. "Prez's Old Lady."

  "Why does she sound like a man?"

  River snickered. "'Cause she's damn near sixty and has been smokin' a shit load of packs since the age of fuckin' twelve."

  "JACOB HAWKINS!" Verna called out again. "Are you hearing me in there?"

  "I hear you fine!" he shot back. "Just let me get my shit together and I'll be out there in a few fuckin' minutes. Hold your goddamn tits," he muttered.

  "If she can still hold them up at all," the girl said through a laugh.

  After a few seconds of hearing nothing else from the other side, River put out his cigarette, gave the girl a light shove and headed off to the bathroom. She came up behind and ran her hand up and down the crack of his toned, smooth ass as he grabbed onto his now flaccid cock and pointed it toward the toilet to take a piss.

  "You might need to start gettin' dressed, babe," he carelessly responded. "Maybe even lookin' for your friend to see if she's still here to take you back to wherever the fuck it is that you came from.”

  "Oh, she skipped out hours ago with your friend -- he took her home." She blinked up at him and split her lips into a wide grin. "She got to ride on the back of his bike and I was hoping that you could be the one to give me a ride on the back on yours?"

  He wagged his dick and bent down to flush the toilet once he was finished; a deep and hearty laugh escaped his throat while he washed and rinsed his hands and stared at her in the mirror. "I've never put a club bitch, potential or otherwise on the back of my goddamn bike, darlin'. I'm sure as fuck not gonna start now and sure as fuck not gonna start with the likes of you."

  "The likes of me?" She puckered her brows.

  "Yeah, the likes of you. Now watch out, babe." He brushed past her and grabbed a fresh pair of underwear from his drawer, then snatched his pants from the floor and slid each leg on one by one, followed by his shoes.

  The girl spun around so quick she nearly threw out her back, and wrapped her hands around her own goddamn neck to keep from throwing them aroun
d his. She closed her eyes tight and exhaled once. "So what you're saying is that I was good enough to fuck, my mouth is good enough to wrap around your giant cock, but no part of me is good enough to show off to other members of the club?"

  River rattled his head and released an internal groan. "Shit, bitch. Why the fuck are you actin’ like me stickin’ my goddamn dick in you was more than what the fuck it was? We fucked. You made me come. End of.”

  "Not ‘end of’!" Fuming at the fact that he seemed to be treating her no better than someone he could've easily paid to suck his cock and screw well into the next morning, the girl responded without thinking. "What if I told you that I really wasn't nineteen at all?" She dropped her arms and stood upright while flexing the muscles in her face in an attempt to appear fearless. She sure as hell didn’t feel it but was convinced she at least looked the part.

  River stopped cold and slowly turned his gaze back over to her. "What?" It was as if the devil himself had climbed up inside of his soul and took full possession of his entire body.

  "What if you found out that I was actually a few years shy of it?" She leaned back on her right heel and rested a hand alongside her waist. "What if I told you that you had spent all night fucking illegal pussy? What if I told you that your big, fat cock was really the first taste this illegal pussy ever had, and everything else I said before was just a flat out lie? What then?"

  His eyes went cold, as did the blood in his veins. What she said was like a goddamn bullet being shot straight through to his skull, killing him dead where he stood.

  Random pussy was one thing, but illegal fucking pussy? Fuck no.

  The girl cowered in the bathroom the moment she saw the tense look rising on his face, the furrow pushing his brows together and the practical steam blowing out of his ears. She instantly regretted having even opened her mouth.

  "What in the goddamn fuck did you just say to me, bitch?" he growled, his tone so hard he nearly cracked his teeth between every single word.