“You okay, Jay?” As if my thoughts had summoned him, Runt walks over and sits on the chair opposite, puts his beer on the table and shows me the soda he’s brought for me.
I take it with thanks. “You ever going to get a proper road name?”
“Fuckin’ hope so,” he says, with a grin. As I examine him, I realise he’s matured. Maybe it was his absence, maybe something happened before he left, but he’s taking everything far more seriously now.
“What happened, Runt? Why did you take off?” I drink my soda as I watch him. He grins slyly, knowing how much I hate the words. When he opens his mouth, I say along with him, “Club business.”
Then he shrugs. “Prospects do anything, put up with all manner of shit to get their patch,” he says, obliquely. “Did what I had to, got patched in.” As I’m left wondering what he’d had to do to earn it, he changes the subject. “You coming on the run, Saturday?”
“Try to stop me,” I eagerly reply. It’s the run to Royal Gorge that was put off when there was trouble in the club. Sparky’s got it rearranged for this coming weekend. Which also happens to be my seventeenth birthday. I think a club outing is a great way to celebrate.
“I hear Hell’s persuaded Moira.”
I nod. He has. But they won’t be riding at the head of the pack. That’s another change that’s recently happened. Hellfire has stepped down from being the prez, Demon’s picked up those reins, having been voted in by the club. Thunder is doubling as sergeant-at-arms and VP for the moment. For some reason, the brothers are reluctant to jump into putting someone in Demon’s old role permanently, and want to take their time to decide who’s best.
“Hey, Doll.”
At Pal’s voice, I raise my head. He doesn’t disappoint, leaning over me for a kiss. Runt groans loudly, Pal flips him off as he sits by my side. Once lockdown was over, I’d moved permanently into his room. While I’d made up my differences with Moira, there didn’t seem to be anything stopping me from being with my man. Sure, until Saturday I’m still not officially of the age of consent, but no one’s going to report us to the cops. Not here. To me, it’s just an artificial date anyway. Three years ago, no one gave a damn that I was underage.
I wondered whether seeing Pal night and day was going to mean we get on each other’s nerves, but it seems to have done the opposite. I can’t get enough of him, love living in his room. Only last night we were discussing getting a place of our own off the compound.
“How was school?”
When Pal asks the question, I think before answering. Another area of my life where I’ve grown up. In Tucson it was something I had to do, I found it boring, a waste of time. Now I’m different to a lot of other students, focused on getting an education while I can. I’m thinking of a future, and Paladin’s behind me all the way.
“It was good, Pal.” I frown. “I’ll need to speak to Buzzard. Some math problems are challenging.” The treasurer with a good head for numbers has been helping me out.
One by one, all the brothers here have been good to me. Probably because I’m now resident in the club. I like to think they’ve all become my friends.
“She did good today,” Bomber informs Pal as he pauses on his way past. “She’s getting to be a good driver.”
Pal thanks him for collecting me from school. Yes, I’ve got a little car now which I love. I can’t wait to start driving on my own and being independent, though I don’t think Pal’s looking forward to it quite so much.
Suddenly I notice Runt’s eyes flaring, his attention caught by something behind me, I glance around where he’s looking and see Titsy and Sheila walking in. I don’t know why they bother wearing any clothes. Totally naked wouldn’t be much more revealing.
Pal’s noticed as well, leaning over and saying quietly, “Think that’s our cue, babe.”
It is. I don’t want to watch porn when Pal and I make our own in our room.
Stepping inside the door, I start to pull off my top.
“Leave it, I want to unwrap you,” he says with a smirk. “Fuckin’ never grows old, Doll. Never will.” He pulls my top off and throws it onto a chair.
As his hands go to the waistband of my jeans, I lightly slap them away. “Didn’t anyone ever teach you about taking turns?” While he’s still grinning, I slide up his tee, he bends so I can pull it off over his head. I’m distracted by the smooth hairless skin on his chest, letting my hands touch him, feeling goosebumps rise under my fingertips. I love how I affect him like this.
He undoes my bra, my breasts, such as they are, hang free. Without the padding, they’re not worth speaking about, but that doesn’t seem to matter to him. He weighs them in his hands, flicking his nails across my nipples, I breathe in sharply, as he continues to play, my arousal increasing at every slight touch.
I trail my hands downwards until they touch his jeans, undoing his button, lowering his zip, and then, ignoring his objection I sink to my knees, taking his pants down as I go.
His hands slide under my armpits, pulling me up. “But I want…” I start to protest.
“Got an idea, Doll. Get on the bed.”
His ideas are usually worth it. I do as he says, lying down on my back. He shuffles over, sits and removes his boots which I’d forgot. Then he makes swift work getting me completely naked. His appreciative stare heating me, making my stomach clench.
Then, instead of what I’m expecting, he lies down next to me on his back. “Sit on my face, Jay.”
What? I start to straddle him, he slaps my ass. “Other way around.” As my skin heats and in a good way, I wonder what it would be like if he ever did spank me. I’ve haven’t quite got the guts to ask. For now, I turn as he’d instructed, starting to get an idea of how this is going to work. I’m exposed as I hover over his mouth, and right in front of my face is a very erect cock.
He places his hand to my back as if I need further encouragement.
“Suck it like a lollipop.”
I bark a laugh. “A lollipop?”
“Shall I put the chocolate flavoured condom on? Or try the strawberry one instead?”
I giggle. Yeah. He might have gone back to that store. I wriggle my hips, it entices him. He pulls me down and licks my slit. I lower my head and take him in my mouth, his musky smell starting to drive me crazy, his salty taste better than any artificial flavour.
In the past few weeks we’ve started to learn each other’s bodies. I doubt I’ll ever be able to take him in all the way, I gag if I try. But he doesn’t seem to mind the combination of my hands and mouth. He knows exactly what pressure and action I need, becoming an expert at ramping up my desire fast. It doesn’t take long before my muscles are tensing, and I’m coming all over his tongue. His cock thickens, swells, and I can feel his balls tighten. For the first time, I stay put, even when he gives me a warning, my hands and mouth encouraging him on.
He comes, in my mouth. I try to swallow fast, hating the taste while it feels wrong to admit it. I raise my head, put my hand to my mouth, and hope I won’t be sick. That wouldn’t be particularly romantic. His strong arms lift me off him, he leans to get something, then passes me the bottle of soda I had been drinking.
There’s a smile on his face, “Somehow, babe, I doubt we’ll be doing that very often.”
“I’m sorry, Pal.” I’m mortified how much my disgust must have showed.
“Hey, don’t fret.” He pulls me into his arms and rocks me. “Love you, Jay. Even if you don’t like swallowing.”
“Love you too, Pal.” So much. I can’t imagine life without him.
His cock starts lengthening again, and soon I’m on my knees as he holds my long hair firmly and pounds into me from behind. Soon I’m coming again, shortly after his sharp thrusts tell me he’s filling the condom.
We roll over, he pulls me into his side. “Need to give me a few minutes to recover, Doll.”
I giggle against his skin. He’s insatiable, but then, now I’ve got a taste of his lovemaking, so am I.
The bridge, I know from hearing the discussions about it, crosses nearly one thousand feet above the Arkansas river below. Lengthwise, it’s getting on for twelve hundred feet across. Statistics that didn’t seem worrying until I saw it for myself. It’s a suspension bridge that held the record as the highest in the world, until the beginning of this century. The surface is wooden planks.
As Pal slows the bike I tap him on the shoulder and shout, “Pal, we can’t. We’re not really going over it, are we?”
“Sure are babe. You’ll be alright. Just hang on tight.”
Hang on tight. Yeah. Okay.
It’s early, the bridge normally opens at eight when it’s restricted to pedestrians, but before that, motorcycles can cross. Sparky had sorted out all the arrangements, and we’re being waved forward. Oh shit. As the bike hits the planks the sound under the wheels changes, and I swear it wobbles. Starting to fear we’ll veer off, I give a small scream, and do indeed, hang on tightly, closing my eyes at the same time.
“Wow,” Pal breathes out. “This is something, Doll, isn’t it? Fuckin’ beautiful.” One of us has got their eyes open at least. Probably lucky it’s him.
I’m here, I might as well… I open my eyes. Oh shit. I feel dizzy, it’s too high, too open, but he’s right, it’s beautiful as well. I try to focus on Lizard riding in front of us, his bike’s in the middle, not wobbling at all. Pal’s a good rider, he’ll keep me safe. At last, we’re over the other side. Pal pulls up next to Ink, reaching over they give each other high fives.
A short break to take in the views, then we’re making our way back across. It was a great experience, but I’m more than pleased to be back on solid ground once again. Paladin doesn’t stop, doesn’t pause at the entertainments, just drives on. Looking back I see more bikers following us, and wonder if we’re going to a bike parking lot. It’s far more than just our chapter. Oh, and there’s Wills with the crash truck.
Hmm. This does seem like a place where bikes park. I jump off, Pal backs into a space, then takes my hand with a grin. Something is going on.
Saddlebags and panniers are being opened, all manner of stuff taken out. Pal’s got a carrier in his hands as we walk to an area with picnic tables set up. As the bags start being opened, I belatedly realise everyone else seems to have brought food.
Wills passes me carrying a big cardboard box. When he places it on one of the tables, I’m amazed to see a birthday cake brought out. I step closer, ‘Happy 17th Birthday’ it says on the top. I freeze, just staring at it. I hadn’t anticipated anything like this. I look across to Pal who’s gazing at me, a smile forming on his face.
“Happy birthday, lil’ sis.” A voice booms at my side. A voice so unexpected, it makes me jump.
“Slick!” I squeal, jumping around and into his arms. “What on earth are you doing here? Ella! Oh my God. Ella!”
Ella’s eight months pregnant. Her belly’s enormous. I can’t believe she’s travelled all this way. “You’re here? How? Oh my God!”
“Couldn’t let you celebrate alone, could I?” Then we’re hugging tightly, well, I’m getting as close as I can with her large bump in between us.
The bottom of my tee is being tugged. As I look down, someone else has appeared. Quite a small someone, but I swear bigger than when I last saw her. “Amy! You’ve grown tall.”
“That she has.” Heart leans over and kisses my cheek. Marcia’s coming along slower, a twin hanging onto each of her arms.
“Jayden!!” Olivia and Eli are stumbling over.
I don’t know who to greet first as Sam and Sophie step up. Sophie’s carrying Zoey, her second daughter, and Sam’s got her new boy, Zane, in a sling. Drummer and Wraith hovering close by. As far as I can tell, all the Tucson club are here, including Joker and Lady with Maya.
There’s even Mouse, Mariana and Drew. Drew can’t resist giving me a hug, and asking, “How you doing, Jayden?” I think my sparkling eyes give him his answer.
Tables start to become laden with drinks and food. I greet Rock, Beef, Peg, Darcy and Dollar. Wraith, Jekyll and Hyde too. Having greeted everyone it seems I haven’t seen for so long, I look around for Pal.
He’s up at the top table with my birthday cake, having a word with Demon. The prez puts his hands to his mouth and whistles for quiet. Like the others, I start moving forward.
Impatiently, Paladin comes over, holds out his hand, takes mine, and drags me up laughing to my birthday cake, then he turns around to face the crowd.
“As you know,” he begins. “This is Jayden’s seventeenth birthday.”
“Yeah, you can fuck her now,” Lizard shouts out.
“Like he hasn’t already,” yells Mace.
“It’s better when you’re legal.” Pyro joins in. “When you don’t have to watch out for the cops to barge in halfway through.”
Ink nudges him. “Can be a turn on.”
Pyro’s eyes grow large. “Now you’re just fuckin’ weird.”
I started off embarrassed, now I’m laughing so hard I’ve got tears in my eyes. My merriment comes to an abrupt halt when I see Beef making a rude gesture at Pal, some manly advice I suspect. It’s not Beef’s actions, but the glare on Slick’s face that pulls me up. He takes a step forward, luckily Peg’s there to hold him back. Don’t want bloodshed at my surprise party.
Turning quickly to Pal, I ask, “Are you going to light the candles now?”
Sussing the mood could be turning, Pal winks at me. “Yeah. Liz?” Lizard puts a lighter into his outstretched hand and he touches the flame to the wicks.
As Happy Birthday rings out, I blow them out. Jumping childishly on the spot as I get them all in one breath.
“Close your eyes and wish,” Pal reminds me.
I do, squeezing my eyes tight. While I’m doing so, I feel something placed in my hands. Quickly opening them, I see a paper bag. The one Paladin had carried up. Tearing it, inside I find a beautiful butter soft leather jacket. I’m clearly too slow for Pal, as he takes it away from me and turns it over, enabling me to see what’s written on the back. Under the Satan’s Devils logo are the words, Property of Paladin. I literally can’t speak. Instead I leap into his arms.
After swinging me around, he puts me back down. “Just one more thing, Jay.” I watch, my brow creasing, as he goes down on one knee, then places his hand in his cut and pulls a small box out. Now my hands cover my mouth. He’s not, is he?
“Jay,” he starts, his voice ringing out clearly and loudly. “You’ve been the only woman for me for nearly three years. I’ve never looked at anyone else, never wanted to, and I never will. We’ve got a whole lifetime ahead of us, so no need to rush into a wedding. You’ve agreed to wear my patch; I’m satisfied with that for now. But here, in front of all our family, old and new, I’d like to ask that one day, you marry me. What do you say, Doll?”
I’m clasping the leather jacket to me, that means as much as any vow. It’s more that he’s publicly giving me his commitment, in front of everyone I know and love. There’s only one answer I can give him.
“Yes!” I cry out, and I’m in his arms once again.
“Jayden! Jayden!” Our kiss is interrupted by little hands tugging at my waist. “Can I be a bridesmaid?” asks Amy.
“Me too. Me too.” There’s a childish squeak as Ollie toddles across and is copying her friend.
I get down to their level. “I think that’s a great idea. But you’ll have to grow up a little first.”
“What about Eli?” Ollie’s sucking her thumb. “Can he be one too?”
“My son’s not going to be a fuckin’ bridesmaid,” I hear Drummer growl.
“What about a page boy?” Paladin come
s to the rescue.
As I’m chatting to the kids, and the women and children join me, Demon speaks to Pal. “What is it with Tucson? Something in the water? They’re all breeding.”
Rock steps up, his arm around a very pregnant Becca, and puffs out his chest. “We’re just virile, Brother. Got what it takes.” He pumps his hips and has me laughing.
Ella and Slick are hanging back. I wonder how they’re taking this. They’d wanted me to wait until I was eighteen, now, thanks to the law in Colorado, I’ve jumped the gun. Cautiously I approach them.
“Oh, Jayden,” Ella starts, with tears in her eyes. “I’m so happy for you. You and Pal, you’re going to do so well together. He’s good for you, good to you. You might be younger than I hoped, but your experiences made you grow up fast. You know your own mind.”
“Still got a shotgun and know what to do with it if he ever does you wrong,” Slick warns.
Overhearing, Pal salutes him, while mouthing at me, I love you.
“Do you miss Tucson?” My sister asks me.
I think before answering. “I miss you, Slick, and everyone. Especially the children. But I’ve made a new life here for myself.” Before I can continue I get a slap on my back.
“She’s one of us now,” Mace is grinning. “We’re not giving her back. Kind of got used to her.”
“I’m not a puppy,” I tell him. But his friendly words seem to have made Ella feel easier, and she visibly relaxes. The effect Mace was clearly aiming to achieve.
We eat, drink, I get hugged, kissed and congratulated by the men and women of each club. It’s later on when the sun’s reached its zenith that I have a moment to myself and Moira finds me.
She sits next to me, her eyes on the kids running around. “We never had that in our chapter. I was the only one with children. Seeing all the Tucson kids today, kind of makes me wonder if we missed out. There’s something about them that makes a real family.” When I nod, she looks at me carefully. “I know what I’ve said before, but sometimes I feel like I’m getting fucked up in my head. Bitter because age is creeping up on me. Having Demon when I was seventeen wasn’t a mistake. Wouldn’t think the worst of you if you did something similar.”
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