GIVE IN: God's Hellfire MC

by Naomi West

  Tanner's stomach sunk as he headed into the alleyway. “Brendon?” he asked, an edge to his voice. “That you, bro?”

  Star, more cautious than Tanner, warily followed behind him. Up ahead, the form rolled over and groaned in a raspy, stricken voice.

  “Brendon? Bro?”

  “Who . . . what? Tanner, that you?”

  “Brendon!” He broke into a run, splashing through who-knew what, glass vials crunching under the soles of boots. He came to a stop over the dilapidated form of his brother curled up in the fetal position. “What the fuck are you doing, bro? How fucked up are you?”

  “What?” Brendon asked as he sat up and ran a hand through his greasy hair. “Stop yelling, Tanner . . . I'm fine, man. Just, you know, taking a nap.”

  He didn't look fine, though. His shirt looked like it had seen better days, like maybe a decade before, and his shabby coat was missing one of its sleeves. The smell coming off him was atrocious, like he hadn't showered in weeks or months.

  Could Blade have been right? Was Brendon really a junkie now? Tanner had to find out. Brendon squawked in protest as Tanner reached down and grabbed him by the wrist, pulling up his sleeve. Red, black, and blue track marks covered the inside of his forearm and the crook of his elbow.

  “What the fuck, Tanner?” Brendon yelled as he snatched his arm out of Tanner's grip.

  Tanner could feel the blood pulsing behind his eyes. What would Pops have thought? Mom was on death's door already, and this was going to fucking kill her when she heard about it. He lost control and started yelling. “What the fuck? Did that whore do this to you? Did she get you into this shit? I couldn't even find you to let you know about Pops!”

  Brendon just blinked under the verbal barrage, his eyes bloodshot and vacant. “Pops? What about Pops?”

  “He's dead, bro. Pops fucking died.”

  “Oh . . . shit.”

  “Yeah, shit is fucking right,” Tanner yelled. “You left us for that woman, said you were leaving for a better life. What is this shit, man?”

  Brendon just numbly stared at him. “Wasn't her,” he said after a moment. “I did it.”

  Tanner's stomach sank further. How was he going to tell their mom about this? How could he explain to her that her son became a fucking junkie?

  Star stepped up beside Tanner. Whatever Junkie Whisperer powers she had, maybe she could use them to help his brother. “Brendon?” she asked. “Hey, Brendon. Can you tell us how you got into the drugs? If Willow didn't do it?”

  Brendon seemed to think about the question for a long moment, then shook his head. “No, she's fine. Was some guy at a party. Willow was there . . .” He peered off at the brick wall behind Tanner for a long moment, staring right past him, before he shook his head again. “No, not her. She wasn't there. I remember. He was in an MC, too. Like I used to be. Like we used to be, bro.”

  Tanner perked up. Finally, there might have been a clear antagonist for him to focus on. Maybe, after they got his brother clean, they could get some good old-fashioned retribution. Some justice. “What MC, Brendon? Do you remember?”

  “Real friendly,” Brendon slurred. “Had a jackal on his vest. Remember now. Hooked me up for free, even.”

  “The Roaming Wolves, Brendon?”

  Brendon shook his head. “Don't remember, bro.” A moment later, though, he nodded, like something had just clicked inside his brain. “Yeah. Roaming Wolves.”

  Tanner roared and kicked a trash can on the other side of the alley, sending its contents flying across the brick face. The Roaming Wolves were the Blood Warriors' biggest rivals. Bar fights, racing, all the normal turf bullshit. Most of the time, at least.

  There had to be a reason. It couldn't just be coincidence that Brendon would end up getting hooked on drugs with the help of a rival biker gang. He spun back around, hands balled into fists so tight that his knuckles cracked.

  “That's it,” he growled, “Brendon, you're coming with us. We're taking you home to Mom, to get your shit sorted out.”

  Hands in front of his face, Brendon recoiled back against the alley wall, like he was trying to crawl through it to the other side. “Touch me, bro, and I'll scream bloody fucking murder.”

  Tanner ignored his brother and grabbed him by the collar, tried to yank him to his feet.

  Brendon yelled for help. “I'm being mugged! Call the fucking police! Someone call the motherfucking police!”

  Star grabbed Tanner's vest from behind and tried to pull him away. “Tanner! What the hell are you doing? Your brother's high as a kite! If the cops show up, he's going to jail!”

  Tanner gritted his teeth. He felt like punching through the wall till he reached the hardware store's interior. He could have, too, if his hands would hold up to the abuse.

  “Hey, hey,” Star continued to soothe, “we'll find a way, alright? We'll get Blade, maybe your mom, okay? We'll get him out of this shit.”

  “Fine,” he spat. “Brendon, we're going now.”

  “You got twenty bucks?” Brendon asked as Tanner turned to leave.

  “What?”

  Star caught his eye and shook her head as she mouthed the word, “Drugs.”

  He sighed and turned back to his brother. “Nah, man. We'll get you out of here soon, though.”

  “Fuck you, then.”

  “Ignore him,” Star said, grabbing him by the vest again and leading him back to the bike. “Drugs make people say stupid shit.”

  Together, they stopped back in front of the bike. He looked up at the sky. A chill had blown in while they'd been riding around town, and it looked like it had brought rain with it.

  Today was just not Tanner's day.

  He looked back at the alley, his brother's wreck of a face appearing in his memory. Unfortunately, it looked like it wasn't Brendon's, either. Off in the distance, a bolt of lightning split the sky, and a peel of thunder rolled out over the town. They weren't going anywhere. Not on a motorcycle, at least.

  Chapter Ten

  Star

  They'd barely had time to get off the road and get Tanner's bike under cover. The rain had soaked them both through by the time they found a hotel. Even with their rushing around for shelter, they'd still caught the tail end of a torrential downpour.

  Now, with her pants and bra drying, draped over the shower rod behind her, and a hotel towel in her hands for her drenched hair, she wondered about how Tanner was doing.

  To put it mildly, it was a shock to find out someone you cared about was on drugs. The person left behind by the addiction wasn't the person you loved. Instead, they were just a ball of want and need, their only motivation to fulfill their chemically-induced desires.

  When they'd pulled up at the hotel, he'd seemed numb, like he was just going through the motions.

  She felt the same way, too. All through her early years with her mother.

  The best way to work through the emotions of betrayal and anger, at least for her, was to talk about them. It had helped her to get things off her chest. Of course, back then, she hadn't exactly had anyone she could talk about it with. That kind of thing didn't come until years later.

  She tossed the towel over the shower rod next to her wet jeans and headed out into the bedroom. Tanner was seated on the end of the bed, elbows on knees, still clad in everything but his socks and boots. Water dripped from the tip of his wet, choppy hair, a single drop falling and running down his cheek. The water glistened on his arms, shining like a thousand jewels under the cheap lights.

  “You okay?” she asked. She stopped and leaned against the wall of the hotel's short entryway. “How are you feeling?” she asked, changing tack, as her eyes ran over his body, lingering on the way his wet shirt stuck to his pecs and abs. She couldn't help but admire him.

  He just grunted and got up from the end of the bed.

  “You wanna talk about it?” she asked as he a took a step toward her.

  He shook his head. Clearly, he was still processing.

  “What do
you want to do, then?” she asked, her face upturned to look him in the eye.

  His icy blue eyes swallowed her up.

  His body so close to hers - it was almost too much. She tried to take a step back, but gasped in surprise as her back hit the wall.

  “I want to fuck.”

  # # #

  Tanner

  Tanner lowered his lips to her neck, tasting her damp, delicious skin.

  Star moaned low, responding immediately. She put her arms around his neck, pulling him into her.

  Thoughts of Brendon in the alleyway, of his mom at home, of the Roaming Wolves going after his family all filled his head. He knew alcohol wouldn't evict them, either. Nothing would, except having her close to him, having her soft, naked skin against his. And here she was, just wearing her t-shirt and panties, pressed back against the wall, quivering under his touch.

  She ran her hands through his hair, pressed her breasts against his damp chest. “Please, Tanner.”

  He made his way to up her ear lobe, sucked it into his mouth, his breath heavy with desire as he reached behind her and grabbed her ass with both hands. He squeezed her through her panties, massaging that beautiful rounded behind that he couldn't stop thinking about.

  She moved one hand down from his neck, rubbed it across the front of his jeans.

  Everything she did felt right, felt wonderful. He groaned in her ear as she stroked him. He pulled back, pressed his lips to hers. She opened her mouth and eagerly pushed her tongue into his mouth, flicking it across his. He sucked on her tongue, bit it lightly.

  She began to unbuckle his belt and unsnap his jeans as she ground herself on his thigh. He could feel the heat coming off of her. Yeah, this is what he needed. He needed to feel alive, to push his worries away until the morning. That was when he had to deal with his problems again, when he was out in the bright, depressing world. Here, though, here he needed to try again for his inheritance.

  She slipped her hand inside the waist of his underwear, wrapped herself around his long, hard cock.

  He sucked in a breath as she ran a thumb over the head of his prick, groaned as she smeared his pre-cum over him. He kissed her harder and pushed his jeans down off his waist with one hand.

  She reached down and moved his hand from her ass to her t-shirt-covered breast, gasped as his thumb crossed over her stiff nipple.

  “Fuck, I want you,” he breathed as he pinched her nipple, teasing her.

  “Then take me, Tanner,” she said as he stroked her hand up and down his cock.

  His mind focused on one thing and one thing only. He reached down to the crotch of her panties, felt the heat and dampness there. She wanted this as much as he did, and he could feel his cock harden at her desire. He reached down and grabbed her leg, pulled it up so she was half-straddling him.

  She pressed her chest against him, found his lips again with hers, bit his lower one.

  He shoved aside the sheer cloth of her panties and directed the tip of his cock to her slick opening. He moved his hips, ducking down a little, and pushed forward.

  They both groaned and panted as he slid into her, filling her with his whole length.

  “Oh God, that feels so good,” she moaned. “Fuck me, Tanner. Get it all out.”

  “Your pussy's so tight,” he groaned. He grabbed her ass in both hands again, lifted her a little while she brought up her other leg and hooked it around his back. She was light as feather as he pushed her back against the wall, pinning her as he thrust up and forward with his hips.

  She screamed each time he slid into her, the base of his cock hitting her clit, his length rubbing along her g-spot. “I'm already cumming,” she screamed in his ear as he continued to pound into her.

  He wasn't going to last long, but he didn't care. He was looking for that sweet bliss, that little death at the end. Something to wipe his worries away, at least until morning. He fucked her harder and faster, their bodies making noises that filled the room.

  They sucked on each other tongues like they were last things on earth, grunting and groaning as Star got off over and over on his hard cock.

  “Fuck me, fuck me,” Star panted out, her body shaking uncontrollably in his arms.

  He gripped her tighter and plowed into her, sweat now running down his neck and chest. He was close, so close, and he sped up.

  “Cum for me, Tanner,” she moaned, “fill me up. I want your baby.”

  His whole body stiffened, and he gave it to her. White light overtook his body and mind, cleansing away everything else as they melded together, pressed together against the hotel wall. He slowed as he filled her with his seed, pumping in and out of her sweet pussy.

  They kissed one last time as he pulled out of her and gingerly dropped Star to her feet.

  He pulled his pants up from around his ass, but didn't even bother buckling up. He just walked over to the single queen-sized bed and began to strip. He tossed his shirt on the TV stand, and his jeans on the floor.

  “Already?” Star asked as he pulled off his boxers and crawled into bed naked.

  “This all has just been too fucking much,” Tanner said.

  “Tomorrow will be better,” she assured him.

  “How can you be so sure?” was what he meant to ask. But it was too late. He was already asleep.

  # # #

  Star

  Star looked down at him, already passed out in bed. She could feel him slowly leaking out of her.

  She knew she should have regrets about this, about what she was doing. But, goddamn, that had been amazing. And, besides, he wasn't all hardass. He cared about his brother, didn't he?

  She turned off the lights, stripped off her t-shirt, threw back the covers on the bed, and crawled in next to him. She didn't know how he'd react if she cuddled up against his body, so she stayed where she was, curled up, facing away from him.

  She drifted off to sleep.

  What seemed like hours later, she awoke to his hands on her body, pulling her to him. She let herself be dragged along, and his cock slid down along the crack of her ass as he grasped her body up against his.

  She grabbed his hand and pulled it to her breast. He tweaked her nipple, producing a moan from her, and grasped her tightly.

  She pushed back along his cock, loving the erotic feel of his thickness as it slid between her cheeks. He was definitely ready for round two, that was for sure. Wanting to make sure she was, too, she trailed her hand down her flat stomach, stopping between her legs to rub her clit.

  His lips found her neck and shoulder, and his other hand found her hair. He pulled her neck farther aside, attacking her with his mouth and tongue.

  She ground herself on the hardness of his full length as his lips moved to her earlobe. She reached up to touch his hand gripping her hair as she found his cock with the one that had just been between her legs. She wrapped her hand around his thickness, stroking him, rubbing her thumb around his fat, excited head.

  He groaned in her ear, pinched her nipple harder, and bit her lightly. “That feels amazing,” he moaned as he gently used her hair to pull her head farther back.

  She smiled to herself, happy she could pleasure him the same way he did her. She redirected his cock to her moist opening, knowing he'd know full well what to do with it. Tanner moved his hand from her nipple after one last pinch and slipped it down between her legs. He found her clit as he slid into her from behind.

  She pushed back onto his cock, sucking in a sharp breath as pleasure bloomed in her lower half. So full, so ripe, so wonderful was the feeling. She lost her sense of the world around her as she reached behind her, running her hand through his hair and over his neck.

  He slid slowly into her from behind, clearly relishing the way her pussy clung to his cock, the way her lips engulfed him.

  “Fuck me, Tanner,” Star purred as her eyes rolled back in her head. “I want to cum all over you.”

  Every stroke rubbed her the right way. In this position, on their sides, he reached a few n
ew spots she never knew existed. A fire burned deep inside her as his cock slid in and out and his two fingers rubbed and teased her sensitive clit, creating a conflagration that spread through her whole, deliciously used body.

  Once again, as she was coming on his length of pure sex, she marveled at how she'd never had a man make her feel so wonderful, so well-fucked and full of pleasure.

  As she shook on his cock, coming again, he moved his hand from her pussy to her hips, gripping her hard. He pulled her back onto him, fucking her hard and fast, grunting and moaning as his balls slapped against her.