Justice

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

What the hell is wrong with me? How could I let him kiss me like that? Affect me like that? It was like he knew exactly what to do, what to say, how to look and dammit, where to touch. It was like a moth to a flame, and I was not the one for all that bullshit.

The ladies called me iron clad because I would shut a man down and I mean down. They just did not affect me how they used to when I was young. Maybe because I was pushing forty or just had enough shit with exes. It could be because I chose my career and club over a stupid man with their wily ways and indecisive minds.

Alaric seemed to blow my streak completely out of the water. Wet panties were an understatement. I was aroused. Completely. There was nothing to keep him from making my toes curl, especially since they had never even tempted to stretch before when having sex before. The fact that I had never had an orgasm, in life, was not lost on me. Well, that was unfortunate, but that was what I subscribed to at this point. Until, last night’s date.

The thought was alluring. Could Alaric make me come? Make my toes curl? He said it with such confidence, but many men before him had tried and failed. He would be no different.

I laid in the bed, almost restless with the frustration of not being able to let Alaric and his words out of my mind. They rattled around there like an album that was set to shuffle, but still on repeat.

It was Saturday and that meant the girls and I were set to go to our adopted middle schools’ paint party. Trina, the principal, could not afford to have the school painted before the new year began, so she let me know, and we organized a community paint party. Enlisting other clubs was one way to get this done, since most of the MC’s we affiliated with had a community agenda in their bylaws. Razor and the Legion of Guardians were all about that empowerment. Oh, we didn’t invite Barbie Babes MC, because they were just too messy.

We started at nine and Cut was responsible for the food, since the Lady Guardians provided breakfast and lunch for anyone that came out. Rasha was the DJ, and Silva coordinated the entire project since she had once worked construction with her brother. His company provided the paint and even sent over a few painters. Silva kept her brother away from the ladies because she claimed he was a dog, though some of the ladies were coyotes and would eat a damn dog.

Seriously.

Love ‘em and leave ‘em, was one way the women used to roll with under Roe. Fuck, Roe was notorious with that shit. She liked them young too. There was no love, just a good, quick fuck, keep him around for a summer or a short amount of time and leave. She claimed it would never work out anyway, but I always thought, that’s the way she wanted it.

No attachments.

Nothing permanent.

Just a quickie and go about your way.

Shit, I wasn’t one to talk. I was probably the same way, but it wasn’t a quickie. It was a fucking drought. The hassle of finding a quick fuck wasn’t really my style, even though men seemed to think that it was. I also wasn’t a relationship person, but that was neither here nor there.

What I was, is a, mind my fucking business, type person and I appreciated people that did the same.

Alaric did not do the same. This was evident because around ten o’clock, he rolled up in a black, BMW Five Series Convertible, rock music blasting, and the top down. Everybody that was outside, including teachers, community members, and other volunteers stopped everything they were doing to openly gape at him.

“Hey, everybody,” he called. “Just wanted to come by and support.”

The man was talking to no one, but everybody.

“Eva, baby. Help me over here.” He waved me over. “I bought some supplies.”

Mother fucker.

Everybody turned to look at me, as I stood staring at him pulling shit out of the back seat.

“Baby?” Cut whispered.

“Shut the fuck up?” I growled.

“Oh, Reading’s own District Attorney,” Trina piped up. “I can’t believe the Lady Guardians have that type of pull.”

“Me either,” Goldie muttered.

“I can help too,” Trina called back and began to make her way towards Alaric.

A ping of awareness crossed my chest, causing me to use my long stride and move my ass.

Fuck. Why was I even bothered?

Trina still made it to him before I did, but when he turned around, he nodded at her with a polite smile.

“Name’s Alaric, and you?” He greeted her and extended his hand.

“Yes, I know who you are, Alaric Hunt. You’re the City’s District Attorney.” Trina was all smiles, and I swear there might have been a star or two in those big brown eyes.

My eyes might have rolled at Alaric, when the future politician of America, gave her his million-dollar smile and shook her hand.

“Hey baby,” I heard him say, causing me to bring my eyes back to the scene in front of me.

“Alaric,” I called back.

He was moving towards me with a slow stride and smirk on his face. “Why didn’t you tell me about this?”

He had on a pair of worn jeans, fairly new sneakers, and an old, faded t-shirt that must have had his college alma Mata on it at some point. It was had grease stains and a hole or two but looked sexy as fuck. The closer he moved towards me, the stronger his aroma of fresh ocean breeze grew.

“What?” I asked.

Once he made it to me, he wrapped an arm around my waist, pulled me in and pecked me on the corner of my mouth.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he whispered. “I’m really like you Lady Guardians. Y’all are the real deal.”

His greeting, plus the pride I felt in his words about my club must have brought the smile to my face.

“Why are you kissing me in public, like we’re something,” I asked him point blank, but low enough, so Trina didn’t hear us.

“The same reason you hauled ass over here when she started moving.” He shrugged. “I like claiming what’s mine, so nobody else gets any ideas. Schools are notorious for gossip.”

Then the bastard kissed my lips again and said, “Let’s go paint.”

Fuck me.

He turned around, pulled a case of bottled water out, t-shirts and paint supplies, and gave Trina and me the bags. Alaric walked up to the rest of the crew, handed out some items, greeted everyone and got to work.

Cut sidled up to me and asked in a low voice, “You’re fucking the DA on the side, huh?”

“You want to get cut, Cut?” I asked through gritted teeth.

“Fuck, Pres. What’s the big deal? He’s hot as shit and at least he ain’t a pig. Know what I mean.” She was laughing. “I can look him up if you want.”

Cut was talking about using her computer skills to go to the dark web and find out what nobody wanted to even know about another person. I didn’t answer her, which meant that I did, in fact, want her to look.

“Gotcha.”

She nodded and proceeded to paint the lockers, while I focused on the classroom doors.

Goldie made her way to me, closer to lunchtime, and whispered, “White meat, huh?”

Oh, for heaven’s sake.

“Goldie,” I exclaimed.

“What?” she sang with her hands up in the air. “Girl put a hurting on his ass. He’s an arrogant one, but I know you can handle him.”

She knowingly nodded her head and sashayed her ass down the hall. I shook my head because as long as I’ve known that woman, she sashayed every damn where. She was six whole feet and well-endowed. Goldie owned that shit too, and men fell all over her, especially the short ones. When they tried to pick her up, she’ always say, “I’d chew you up and spit you out. Literally.”

That just made them more interested.

It was almost lunchtime and I was seconds away from finishing the door when I heard voices. A lot more than normal.

One voice was louder than the others as if he were projecting it.

Alaric.

When I turned to see what was going on, I saw him talking to a group of people with a microphone in front of his face and several cameras with red-beeping lights aimed in his direction.

His ass was probably running for mayor. I should have known there was an alternative reason for him being here. There hadn’t even been an invite and he drove up here, making a fucking scene and now was in front of the goddamn cameras acting like this was all on him, and he was the damn good Samaritan.

Fuck him.

I turned to continue painting my door because Silva’s brother’s crew had already put the blue tape everywhere. I was no artist, but I wanted to make sure it was done right. Plus, I was mad as hell and needed to stew alone.

“Now, the woman of the hour.” Alaric’s voice grew louder. “This is Justice, the President of the Lady Guardians Motorcycle Club. They’re affiliated with the famous Legion of Guardians, and these are the very individuals that take care of the community when we fail to do our jobs. Principal Trina Clive contacted Eva, here, and set up this community initiative because we haven’t voted in the right way. Painting the middle school should be something the city council ensures that is done on a yearly basis, but instead, citizens and other organizations have to step up to the plate.”

Alaric continued to talk and thank God, I was standing at that point, because he wrapped his hand around my waist, yet again, leaned in and whispered, “Say hello.”

Oh, fuck me.

Before I could get a word in edge-wise, the reporters started firing questions my way. I blinked a few times, then the lawyer side in me kicked in.

“One question at a time,” I elevated my voice. “You go ahead.”

They asked me question after question about why I started this, what was my angle, what the Lady Guardians stood for if we were an outlaw gang, etc. I corrected them and cleared up the fact that we were a club, not a gang, we had no angle, a community school in our area needed help, and that’s what Guardians do. One reporter noticed Alaric’s intimate hold on me and asked him, “What’s the nature of your relationship with Eva, here? You’ve never been reported as dating anyone.”

Holy shit.

My head started to shake, but I was too late. Alaric pulled me tighter and said, “Well, report it now. Let’s get a tour of the school. Trina…”

He patted my hip, looked at the door, and said, “Nice job, sweetheart.”

Yup.

Yes, he did.

Said that loud enough so the microphones and cameras could hear. Bless his fucking heart.

I was going to kill him. Literally, I was going to wring his goddamn neck.

By the time lunch came around, the reporters had joined us and ate, asked more questions to other participants and then filed out. Around three o’clock, we finished painting each classroom, the halls, doors, and lockers. It looked like a new school. Silva’s brother’s company was going to come tomorrow to do the finishing touches and removed the tape. We took pictures, posted it on all of our social media sites, and of course, Alaric had us in a few of his that I’m sure he posted somewhere to promote his goddamn career.

“We need to talk,” I growled and moved the last of everything that I had to my car.

His footsteps followed me, which I wasn’t sure what to expect. He was an alpha, I was semi-alpha, and his coming in and taking over was moving beyond what I was comfortable with handling.

Once I placed everything in its place, I turned to see Alaric standing with his arms crossed over his chest and that knowing smirk on his face. Everybody had left for the most part, or their cars were some distance from mine. Therefore, I started in on his ass.

“First of all,” I said through gritted teeth. “You do not address me as babe, sweetheart, doll or any other term of endearment. We are not together, I haven’t consented to it, and it’s just not fucking okay. Second, do not hug, kiss, peck, push up on me or any of that shit, like we are an item. I’m left having to explain shit that’s not true, and I’m not a part of your agenda. Do not make me a part of it. You want to run for political office. Fine, do that shit on your own merit, not my back and damn sure not my clubs. Third, stop with this shit. Seriously, it’s fucking pissing me off. You come, with your presumptuous ass, make a scene, and this does not paint me in a good light. Now all of fucking Reading will think we’re together. I don’t want to be on anyone’s camera and I damn sure don’t want anyone thinking that I’ve moved ahead in my career because I’m fucking the new consultant who is placing all of this money in our firm to do pro-bono shit.”

I exhaled and jerked my hand, palm up, towards him.

“You are making me look bad, Alaric and I don’t know why, but I’m pissed. I want nothing to do with you. I have made that crystal fucking clear.” My voice was raised because the more I thought about it, the more pissed I grew. “Stay away from me.”

I went to turn around and get in my truck, but the door wouldn’t budge. I turned my head to see Alaric holding it close.

“Not so fucking fast,” he gritted out, voice seething with tightly coiled anger. “You think I’m using you?”

I whipped around and stared at him square in the eye.

“I know, you’re using my fucking club and me” I hissed.

“Fuck!” Alaric snapped. “How the fuck would I use you? I can pick any goddamn school on this block and call the media. I don’t need you or your club to cause a spectacle. Shit, I was looking for you, saw what you guys were doing on your website, that you keep updated and came out here to help. I came out here, brought the media, so they could fucking view a biker club, and an all-female one at that, in a different light. So, you wouldn’t have ignorant as Reading folk, thinking you were all drunk degenerates and like to make noise and get into automobile accidents. That’s what I was trying to do. I’m an attorney, and so are you. I thought you would appreciate someone backing up the pro-bono work since that is what we’re invested in. Not Justice or Eva Wyatt. The state put its money in a company that has the best lawyers and need to do more. Fuck, it’s a tax write off for you and the woman that I wanted to get to know works there and lives for this shit. That would be my chance to get to know her. But for what? She thinks I’m an opportunistic bastard that would use her and her organization to build my career. I built my shit on my own, with my own. Nobody helped me. It damn sure wasn’t on a fucking woman’s back. Believe that shit.”

It felt like Alaric had physically slapped the shit out of me. Since, verbally, he did and stormed off. One hop and he was in his convertible and sped off. Not one look back towards me or even a pause to see if traffic was coming.

Shit.

Now, he was pissed, and for some damn reason, I felt bad. I had hit a nerve with him.

I took a long breath and drove to the club. A drink was what I needed because damn, I just fucked that all the way up.

Going through my emails, I saw an email from Stella Trent, President of the Lady Guardians Arlington Chapter. Apparently, they had some issues with a one-percenters biker gang, The Hellhounds and the President from the Dogs was out of prison.

Fuck, I had to let the board know, shit was probably about to go down.

I called it quits, went home and took a long bath with winter fresh Epson salt. My mind went back to the dinner conversation with Alaric, and I began to rub my clit. There was no real point because I was one of those women who couldn’t come. I had tried, and many men had attempted to get me there but not to completion. I had ordered so many sex toys and magic wands, that if someone ever saw my stash, they’d think I ran a madam club and not a motorcycle one. None of them worked. The one thing that I realized during my sexual exploration was that I had sensitive nipples. I got those puppies pierced, and if a man or I played with them, then that was a sure-fire way to get me nice and wet.

My fingers tugged on the barbells between my hardened nipples as I played with my clit and imagined what Alaric would do to make my toes curl. His mouth, his fingers, his dick. How would it feel, moving inside of me? Causing me to scream out as he took me like a man unhinged? Would he lose control, spank my ass or be a gentle lover? I liked it rough, and he looked as if he did too, but who knew. So many men had the exterior down pat, but behind closed doors, they acted like pussies. My members had more balls than some guys. Even one of Razor’s guys said so. I think his name was Bear. We were paying retribution to a rogue club that had violated one of my members. Cut took the guy down like a silent ninja. Every man there stopped and looked on in awe. I shook my head as we continued to hold our own because that’s how we rolled. Every member of the Lady Guardians was trained in hand-to-hand combat, and we practiced that shit monthly, if not more. One could never be too careful, especially in our division. Some folks took their colors to another level, which was fine, but rogue clubs with members that followed no code. This was frowned upon, as a unit, but in some cases, it was every man or woman for their own or every club. Therefore, when that shit went down, we just happened to be affiliated with a club that had beef with that same club.

Fuck.

It was no point to try and cause anything to happen. My mind was wandering, and my chest was not at ease after the day.

There was little sleep, but I did have clarity on what I had to do.

I was woman enough to do it.