Colt McKinnon laid still, Sierra tucked in close, listening to her slow and soft breathing. He’d just enjoyed a very satisfying romp with an incredibly sexy woman, but he felt hollow inside, as always. He wanted there to be more to the club than just fucking, fighting, and larceny.
He liked being part of something bigger, but DVMC could be so much more. He wanted to take the club somewhere, but most of the members were interested in only four things: sex, drugs, alcohol, and fighting among themselves. It seemed every day another member, men and women alike, lost the will to do more and succumbed to the allure of the readily available drugs, booze, and sex. He was only twenty-six, but he wanted more from life than just pussy and bourbon.
He’d joined DVMC at the tender age of twenty-one. His father had abandoned them when he was still young, unable to cope with the demands of being a father. He was the second of two boys, and after their father left, his mother had struggled to support them, latching onto any man who treated her well. He remembered sneaking down the hallway to watch through a crack in the door as yet another man banged his mom. It had been his first exposure to sex and the pleasure on his mother’s face had been etched into his memory.
As he and his brother grew, she’d finally turned to prostitution, booze, and drugs. She’d been a pretty woman, but the hardness of her life, combined with cocaine, then meth, took her beauty and it became harder and harder for the family to survive. His older brother turned to crime, then followed in his mother’s footsteps to become involved in drugs. He watched as the two people most important to him began to spiral into self-destruction.
Colt resolved not to follow his brother’s path. Six years older, Blaze was in constant trouble with the police for petty theft and drugs. He still remembered arriving home from school to find his mother crying after Blaze had been caught dealing in the high-school, and was going away. Not long after his mother had overdosed on methamphetamine. Discovering her cold and lifeless body after arriving home from school, her syringe lying nearby, he’d called the police.
He’d bounced around through a few foster homes until finally settling with a family where he seemed to fit in. He was too old, almost fifteen, to be readily adopted, and everyone knew that. His foster family, the Nelsons, had been kind enough. They had no children of their own and took in a series of older children. It was made clear to him that so long as he kept his nose clean he would have a good home.
He took them at their word, and steered clear of drugs and gangs. Being a big kid, he’d tried out for the football team and made it as a starting running back. He was a bruising runner, willing to take the hit to make the yards, and quickly became the star of the team. He’d parlayed that popularity into sex, bedding every girl in the school that would open her legs, and he quickly gained a reputation of a guy who knew how to treat a girl, both in and out of bed.
He’d been the envy of every guy at school for his prowess with the ladies, and had to learn to fight as jealous boyfriends tried to take their frustrations out on him. His size and strength made him a formidable opponent, and though he never started any fights, he bested all that dared to take him on.
Upon his graduation, the Nelsons had brought in another kid, a girl this time. They hadn’t thrown him out, but Colt was ready to move on. He’d scraped together enough money from odd jobs and after-school work to buy a used motorcycle, and he’d hit the road, looking for adventure. He knew he had a way with the ladies, so he traveled around, fucking his way along, using his looks and charm like weapons. Through a combination of petty theft, short-term jobs, and finding women willing to trade their bed for sex, he managed. He was pretty happy with his life, but he knew there had to be more. He wanted to be part of something, but what that something was he didn’t know.
One day, while in Reno, he was running low on cash and needed a place to crash for the night. He was sitting in a bar, sipping a beer he had conned out of woman he’d been trying to bed for the night, when a sexy middle-aged woman with no wedding band stepped up beside him and ordered. He watched as she returned to a table and sat down with another woman. Both were sexy as hell, dressed in leather and, failing to secure a bed with his previous mark, he decided to walk over, introduced himself, and try his luck again.
He got their story: they were in town on business, though they wouldn’t say what the business was. He plied them with drinks and charm until one invited him back to her room. That was just what he wanted, a sexy bitch he could fuck, a place to sleep that didn’t cost him anything and, if he were lucky, some cash ripe for the taking. He could sense there was some silent communications going on between the women, and he thought he was going to find himself in another hot threesome, but he finally ended up going with the redheaded woman alone.
Colt smiled as he remembered that night. It was the decision that changed his life.
Monica had been older, maybe in her early to mid-thirties, but she was still damned sexy and they had wasted no time in getting down to business. She was riding him like a bronco, his eyes closed in pleasure, when he heard the roar. A big man, heavily muscled, was standing there, weaving slightly. He was bald, and shirtless, and his pants were open and unzipped, as if he’d been removing them before he noticed what was going on. The man’s eyes burned in rage. It wasn’t the first time Colt had been caught balls’ deep in another man’s woman, but it wasn’t fair this time! She didn’t have a ring on!
The man jerked his pants up and charged. Colt tried to dislodge the woman but she seemed intent on continuing to fuck him and her resistance slowed his escape enough that he wasn’t on his feet as the man tackled him. They went to the floor beside the bed in a tangle. Colt tried to escape, but the man was immensely strong.
“Fuck him up, Colt! Fuck him up!” Monica had cried.
He didn’t want to fuck him up, he just wanted to get out of there, but the man was intent on killing him. His breath stank of booze and Mary Jane, but he was far from helpless.
Colt kicked and squirmed, trying to break out of the man’s grip, finally getting a hand under the man’s chin and forcing his head back. He twisted his hips, the coarse denim of the man’s jeans tearing at his cock as they struggled, and forced the man off him, throwing a hard jab straight into his face. His nose exploded in blood, but the man was either incredibly tough or high, but either way, he apparently felt no pain.
Colt broke from the man’s grasp and tried to run. He would take his chances being nude, but the man grabbed him by the ankle and dragged him back to the floor. Fight it is then, Colt thought to himself as he rolled over and kicked at the man’s face. He landed two solid kicks to the man’s head, but, once again, the man seemed impervious to pain.
“I’m going to fucking kill you,” the man snarled as the two men got to their feet, the man kicking out of his pants. Colt couldn’t believe it, but the other man was sporting an enormous hard on. Colt began to back toward the door, unwilling to turn his back on the man again. As the man charged him again, Colt wanted to sidestep, but the bed was in the way and he wasn’t able to dodge. The man grabbed Colt as he passed, swinging around and throwing a hard roundhouse that Colt took on his shoulder. Colt fired a devastating blow to the man’s middle, causing him to woof out air and double over, but it didn’t stop him.
They bounced on the bed and then tumbled off into the floor with a thud. They scrambled for dominance, snarling and grunting in effort, rolling and twisting as the man’s legs locked around Colt’s waist. As they strained against each other, Colt could feel the man’s huge cock pressing into him as he tried to get him in an elbow lock. Desperate to escape, his body slick with sweaty, Colt twisted hard, causing the man’s grip to slip. That gave him the advantage he needed and he broke the hold and scrambled away. The man grabbed at him, but it was too late. Moving quickly, he rolled the man over and took him into a chokehold and began to apply pressure, baring his teeth in anger, as the man struggled, thrusting his hips into the air while trying to pull Colt’s arm from around his neck.
He heard Monica cry out and he glanced up. She was sitting in a chair in the corner of the room, her legs up in the seat, as she masturbated furiously. He couldn’t spare the breath to ask her what the hell she was doing, but as he watched she cried out again, her head tipping back as she continued to finger herself into orgasm.
Colt felt his opponent going limp, the fight leaving him, but he kept the pressure on, watching as Monica squirmed and thrust through another orgasm. What the fuck? Are you shitting me? This asshole with a hard on as we fight, and now this? These two are fucking crazy!
He released the man and allowed his opponents head to flop forward before shoving him aside as he staggered to his feet. “You’re fucking crazy!” he snarled as he bent to pick up his pants. Before he could straighten, he was attacked again, knocked to the bed by Monica.
“Fuck me, Colt! Fuck me so goddamn hard!” she cried as they squirmed on the bed, Monica trying to mount him again.
“Get the fuck off me, you crazy bitch!” he sneered, throwing her off him.
“Fuck me!” she shouted, holding onto to him to prevent his escape and trying steer his semi-hard cock into her. He’d gone soft during the fight, but he was firming up again as he and Monica struggled.
“Your—”
“Forget him! Just fuck me!”
He closed his eyes with a sigh, sleep beginning to take him. He hadn’t known what he was getting himself into that night. He’d fucked her, and fucked her hard. Dominic had come around as he held her face down on the bed and fucked her furiously from behind. Colt thought he was going to be in for another fight, but Dom watched Colt pound into Monica until he was hard, then he joined them on the bed and shoved his cock into her mouth. Colt and Dom spent the rest of the night fucking Monica, Dom seemingly content to let Colt take her as often as she wanted him to. And taken her, he had, fucking her alone, long and hard, or sharing her with Dom as they fucked her together.
The three had finally fallen into an exhausted sleep, Monica and Colt in one bed, Dom banished by Monica to the other.
He sighed deeply as sleep began to surround him. He’d often wondered what would have happened had he not accepted their invitation to return with them to DVMC. There have been many times that he thought he would do better on his own. A lone wolf, making his own way. But then he thought of Fletcher, and Gunner, Harrison, and Nic. They were his friends and brothers and he knew he wouldn’t leave them. They had talked about the five them trying to take the President’s gavel, but they could never muster enough support to be sure of victory. A significant portion of the club liked things just like they were, and Paul knew it, the corrupt bastard.
He tried to clear his head. He knew if he dwelled on the problem for too long he wouldn’t sleep, and he needed to sleep. They had another job tomorrow and he needed to be sharp.
He turned his thoughts to the lovely creature lying beside him, replaying in his mind’s eye her gasps and moans as he held her at the peak of pleasure. He smiled, remembering how turned on he’d been. It had been a long time since a woman had turned him on like that. He was still smiling at the memories as he coasted into sleep.