Lexi

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Duke showed up with a man in a suit they introduced as Zeke. Duke sat by Gen, and Zeke sat by Matty.

“I usually don’t meet with ol’ladies until they’ve been around a while,” Zeke told me once he’d verified his order with the waitress, who’d known what he’d probably want, “but since you’ve jumped straight into the deep end, Duke thought it would be a good idea to have my talk with you earlier, rather than later.”

I looked at Bubbles, and he explained, “Zeke’s our main criminal attorney for local shit.”

My stomach went into my throat, and I could only stare at Bubbles.

“Nothing’s wrong,” Zeke assured me. “You need to memorize my phone number and also have it in your phone so you can get to it quickly. Alternatively, you can tag Bubbles and tell him you need me, but it’s faster to contact me directly. Other than your name and whatever is already on your driver’s license — like birthday and address — you aren’t to answer any questions from LEO without me present. Even simple shit, like where you were the day before, or whether you know who someone is. Also, you’ll need to take any biometric features off your phone and lock it with a password or pattern. You can be legally compelled to open it with a fingerprint, but they can’t force you to open it for them with a password.”

“Brain will get with you on securing your communications,” said Duke. “He’ll explain this part too, but Zeke likes to be sure you’re aware from the legal side and not just the tech side.”

I stared at Bubbles. He’d made me believe we could live a normal, law abiding life, and now I had an attorney coaching me in how to deal with the cops?

“I’m cleaning your mess, Half-pint. Don’t act like this is club shit we’ve dragged you into. They haven’t been able to find the third guy who attacked you yet,” Bubbles told me. “One of the guys they have was on parole, and he’ll be going back inside a while, but the one who actually grabbed you is requesting another bail hearing next week. Zeke tells us LEO knows you and I are an item, which means they may come at you again with more questions — the assumption will be the Playas are after you as retaliation because you’re my girlfriend, which isn’t the truth. They’re after you because you fought one of them for a parking place and pissed him off. It’s true we’ve had retaliation go back and forth a few times since, but the cops don’t need to know about any of that — only about the parking space.”

“And you can’t identify any of them,” said Zeke. “The original guy was in a mechanic’s uniform and wasn’t wearing gang colors. No matter what picture they show you, you can’t say whether it was him or not. You only saw gang colors when you looked at the other guys. You weren’t paying attention to their features.”

I nodded. Bubbles was right. This wasn’t MC shit, this was my shit, and the MC was stepping in to protect me. I couldn’t be upset with Bubbles for any of this. “How much do I owe you for helping?” I asked Zeke.

“Nothing,” Duke answered. “He’s on retainer with us. We pay him a substantial flat fee to take care of all members and ol’ladies.” He glanced at Bubbles and back to me. “You aren’t an official ol’lady yet, but close enough.”

“She’s mine.” Bubbles’ deep voice claiming me gave me the warm fuzzies, despite the conversation. “It’s new, but she’s mine. We’ll deal with official shit later.”

Zeke met my gaze. “That true? Are you his?”

“Why can’t we say he’s mine? Why does the ownership have to just go one way?”

Zeke smiled, Razor chuckled, and Bethany said, “Damned straight. I like this girl.”

“Works for me,” said Zeke. “Just remember, be polite, but don’t answer any questions without me present. You can tell them your name, address, date of birth, where you work, and where you go to school. That’s it. They’ll try to make it sound like you’re guilty of something just because you want me there, they may even say they’ll have to take you in if that’s the way you want to play it, but hold firm. Odds are, they won’t take you in, but don’t freak if they do. Be polite and friendly, but hold your ground.”

I hadn’t done anything wrong, though, so why couldn’t I answer their questions? “I’m the victim — they came after me. What’s the worst that can happen if I answer questions?”

“You’ll get your boyfriend arrested for trying to protect you, which is a huge deal since he’s on parole.”

I blew out a breath. “Okay. I’ll wait for you.”

When Bubbles’ food arrived, I tried to move back to my own chair, but he put his arm around me and ate one handed, so I relaxed back against him. I liked sitting in his lap. His friends were a little overwhelming.

They talked around me, and Bubbles kept giving me sips of beer. I leaned into his chest and listened while they talked about how the classic car division was doing. Razor and Matty left, but more bikers showed up at random — Horse, Nix, Ghost, Bobcat, Slick, and a few others. When Bubbles finally stood and settled me on his hip, I was past toasted and approaching drunk.

“I’m gonna take my Half-pint across the street. Don’t tag me unless it’s an emergency.”

I didn’t pay much attention until he jaywalked and then carried me through a gate wide enough to drive through. We traversed a large parking lot, and I noted a line of motorcycles parked near one of the buildings. This whole block was enclosed by a tall, concrete fence, with multiple structures.

“Where are we?”

“Clubhouse. Compound. We’ll go over the rules later, when you’re sober. Just gonna walk you through the main room to the back, for now.”

It turned out, he had his own bedroom in the back.

He sat me on the bed and pulled his shirt off. I stared at the spot where his abs disappeared into his jeans. He touched my chin until I met his gaze, and he told me, “I share a bathroom with Dozer. If you’re in there and someone knocks on the other door, say something or they’ll come in. Always knock and listen. Neither door locks. Don’t ever go in Dozer’s room uninvited. The bathroom’s empty now if you need it.”

I nodded and went, because I hadn’t realized I needed to pee until Bubbles had picked me up, but I didn’t want to have to announce it to the entire table.

He’d pulled the comforter down a little when I came out, and he said, “I’m gonna take a quick shower. I want you naked and between the sheets when I finish.” He pointed to a television on the wall, and I stared at the people fucking. The sound was muted so I hadn’t noticed. “Remote’s on the table if you want to hear them, but don’t turn it off.”

I looked closer. Was he in her butt? Damn, he was huge, and she looked like she was enjoying it, but she was paid to look that way. Still. Fuck, he was huge.

I narrowed my eyes and turned to Bubbles. “Just ’cause he’s nearly as big as you and fits in her butt doesn’t mean I want to do butt stuff with you.”

He chuckled. “I’ll make it a fast shower. You don’t want to know what happens if you aren’t naked when I come out.”

The drunk part of me wanted to know. The sober part kind of did, but not enough to find out.

Bubbles left the door open, and had his back to me to undress. His legs are built, and they lead to the most gorgeous ass ever. I lost sight of him when he stepped into the shower, and I turned, stripped down to my panties and bra, slid between the sheets, and then the sober part of me gave a flashback of how fucking bad his belt had hurt.

Something on the television caught my eye, and I realized they’d changed positions, so they were kind of spooned, but the girl’s leg was in the air and it was easier to see his gigantic dick spreading her butthole wide open. I don’t know how long I watched, but the shower turned off and I sat up, took my bra off, and then skimmed out of my panties. I got up, ran to my bag, stuffed them inside with my clothes, and ran back to bed.

“Did we change our mind at the last minute?”

My head jerked to see Bubbles standing at the door. Naked, beautiful, and all man.

“I don’t know. What did you change your mind about?”

He cocked an eyebrow, and I added, “You said we. I’d need to know your side of it before I can accurately answer for both of us.” I stumbled over accurately, but it was close enough.

He chuckled and stepped so I could watch him dry his naked self, and damn, even from across the room I could see how the water trailed over his muscles and down the ridges between.

I glanced at the television and back to him. “You said I had time.”

“And you do, but you have to know it’ll happen eventually, and it’ll take time to get you ready. Don’t want you to be surprised.” He gave a lopsided smile. “Also, nothing says I can’t start gettin’ you ready for me now so you’ll be able to take me when it’s time.” He stepped into the room, still naked. “Pull the sheet back, Half-pint. Lemme see you.”

I’d mostly worn one of his shirts back and forth to the bathroom, but he’d seen me naked enough, it wasn’t too big of a deal to flip the sheet back and let him see.

“Good girl. I’m glad you didn’t test me. I want tonight to be good, and it would’ve put a damper on it to have to punish you.” He tossed the towel and stalked towards me, like a wolf zeroing in on his prey. “As a reward, how about a fun spankin’?”

I stared, unable to answer either way, and he cupped my cheek in his huge palm. “You can tell me it’s too much and I’ll back off — fun spankings are totally different than the punishment kind.”

I was getting used to him picking me up, but my stomach still fluttered at suddenly being lifted. He sat on the edge of the bed and situated me on my stomach and over his legs, so my head and shoulders were on one side of him, resting on the bed, and my feet on the other side, also on the bed. My hips were right at the edge of his left leg and my bare butt in the air.

He patted my bottom and slowly tapped harder and harder, but didn’t increase the tempo.

The position was disconcerting and a little embarrassing, and I wasn’t sure how to react. I meant to speak, but it came out as a laugh. “That isn’t a spanking!”

He slapped hard twice — enough to make me squeal — and he went back to lighter taps. The two hard smacks had hurt, but now my bottom was warm and I kinda liked it. I wiggled my butt, and he chuckled.

The more he spanked me, the faster my heart beat, and the more my clit ached for attention. I wiggled and squirmed, but it didn’t stop him from hitting the mark. He never struck hard, but the constant drumming had me wanting more, and more, and more, until I finally begged.

“Please! Fuck, please. I need more. You’re just teasing me!”

My heart skipped a beat and my entire body shuddered when he jammed two large fingers inside me, but then I pushed my bottom up to meet him, shamelessly letting him know what I wanted. What I needed.

He seemed to effortlessly get me right to an orgasm, but just before I came, he pulled his fingers out, grabbed a container of something, and began rubbing it onto my warm-from-the-spanking bottom.

I whined, he smacked my now-slick butt a few times, and I moaned in frustration.

“You had me so close! Why did you stop?”

He rubbed my butt again, his hand as slick as me, and slid a finger between my crack to my bottom-hole.

“No!”

“Yes, Half-pint. Just a finger or two for now. Open up and let me in.”

I tried to crawl forward when his finger went in, but he held me in place.

“It feels wrong. Please don’t.”

His finger slid in and out. In and out. In and out. It felt a little like I needed to shit, and my muscles squeezed around him tighter, which made me feel him so much more.

My right hand went between my legs and I pressed on my clit.

“Hands where I can see them, Lex. No gettin’ yourself off. I decide when you come, not you.”

“I don’t like this!”

He breathed in deep, and gave a low, sexy chuckle. “Yeah. You do. You’re just frustrated ’cause you didn’t get to come.”

His finger went in and out another couple of dozen times, and just when I was having to struggle to keep from moving my hips with him, he stopped and I felt another finger trying to come in, but it stretched me too wide and hurt, and I couldn’t take it.

“Please don’t! It’s too much!”

“I know it is. Just a little — enough to give you an idea of where we’re headed. Breathe out and try to relax for me. Don’t hold your breath. You can do this.” He stopped pressing in and held still. “Relax, Half-pint. Show me you’re tryin’ and I won’t push in any farther right now.”

I breathed in, blew my breath out, and tried my hardest to unclench. It took three breaths, but I finally managed, and he said, “Good girl,” and removed both fingers.

He leaned to retrieve a box on the table, opened it, and showed me what was inside.

“Do you know what this is?”

It looked like it was made of glass, and it was pretty, but I had no idea what it was. I shook my head.

“It’s a butt plug, and you’re going to wear it in your little bottom while I fuck your pussy.”

I shook my head again, and he gave my bottom a few more light swats and then two hard ones.

“Don’t argue. We’ll get you ready for me before I take you back there, but it is going to happen.”

If he hadn’t put both his fingers in and made me figure out how to relax, I’m not sure he’d have managed to press the plug into me, but he talked me through relaxing while the biggest part went in. I squealed and yelped because it hurt for a few seconds, and then whined because it held me open uncomfortably, but he ignored my complaints, opened a small drawer beside his bed, pulled some baby wipes out, swiped it over my slick bottom, and I assume cleaned his hands.

“Knees and chest in the middle of the bed, sweetheart.”

I’m not sure why he told me where to go, because he put me there while he said it, but I decided not to bitch about it, because I needed to bitch about the fact he was holding the plug in to keep me from pushing it out. It was huge inside me, and it held me open and filled me, and I needed it out.

But I didn’t get a chance to bitch, because the next thing I knew, his cock was at my entrance, pressing inside me while Bubbles held the damned plug in, and bliss overtook me. I couldn’t talk. Couldn’t breathe. My heart raced. Heat filled my veins. Nothing mattered except his cock driving its way into me and the plug filling me. His warm body behind and over me. His hand holding my hip so I couldn’t move forward while his other hand pressed on the outside of the plug so I couldn’t push it out. The plug had been all wrong, but now it was… maybe not right, but something was working because my world spun and I needed more of everything.

He sank as far in as he could, pressing hard but he didn’t go too fast. He pulled out about the same speed.

Without warning, he thrust back in and pulled out. Fast. Before I could react, he growled at me and plunged in again.

“Can’t wait until I’m sinking into your ass, Half-pint. Fuck, you’re gonna be so tight, and you’re gonna make the best noises.” He powered in again, and I swore it felt like he swelled even fatter inside me. We both groaned at the same time, and he yanked out and drove in again.

“I’ll be able to sink so much deeper in your asshole. Can take you harder without worryin’ about hurtin’ you. Fuck, Lex. You feel so damned good.”

I’d known, earlier, that if I’d called him Adam, he’d have stopped. I hadn’t wanted his finger in my bottom, but I hadn’t wanted to call him by his actual name to make him stop. Now, I wished I could use his name to feel closer to him, to show him he’s more to me than his nickname, but I was worried he’d think it meant I wanted him to stop — and while I wasn’t a fan of the plug, I didn’t want him to stop for anything.

“Please help me come. I’m so close! Please don’t get me right to the edge again and stop. Please!”

Another of those oh-so-deep sexy chuckles, and he said, “Was about to do just that, but since you asked so nice…”

I have no idea what he did, but he was suddenly at a different angle, with shorter strokes and a faster tempo, and in less than a minute I was tipping over from frustration to an explosive release, and I didn’t care who heard my screams.

Part way through my orgasm, he pulled the plug out maybe an inch — enough to spread my bottom wide, and the orgasm multiplied into something unfathomable. Infinite pleasure multiplied by infinity. The earth ceased to exist. Every cell of my body experienced orgasm, release, ecstasy. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything except feel. I became the climax, and only came back to earth when he started fucking my ass with the plug — in and out, in and out, in and out.

But I wasn’t back for long, because he somehow yanked me back into my body only to send me rocketing far past another climax seconds later. I heard my screams as if from a distance, because I’m not certain my brain was in my body anymore. I was made of pure pleasure, and nothing else.

Bubbles

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I think my cock was harder than it’s ever been, but I couldn’t sink very far into my sweet, sweet girl. I’d hurt her for real if I did, and that was unacceptable. She was crazy with lust because she trusted me, and nothing would make me break that trust.

I worked her cunt with my cock, and her tight little asshole with the baby butt plug until she passed out from the pleasure. I cleaned her up and was holding her when she came to, and I soothed her and assured her I was fine.

“I think it’s safe to say you’re going to enjoy anal once we get you used to it.”

Her adorable little face flamed red, and I kissed her nose. “Are you up for a crash course in anal, or do you want to take it slow?”

She shook her head. “You can’t use anal and crash course in the same sentence!”

I couldn’t help my grin. “Fast track?”

A cute little glare. “Now you’re just fucking with me.” Her face sobered. “You didn’t get off. I know you say you’re okay, but it isn’t right.”

“The way I’m built, I need to slam into someone hard, over and over, to get off. Not many women can take that in their ass, and only really tall women can handle it in their cunt. We’ll work you up so you can take me, but it’s never gonna happen in your adorable little pussy.”

“Etta can, ummm, take you?”

No way in hell was I answering that question. “I’m not talkin’ to you about your sister. I’ll give her the okay to talk about me, but you’ll have to hear it from her.”

She shook her head. “She’s three inches taller than me. If she can take you, are the three inches going to mean I can’t?”

I sighed. “I adore you, Half-pint. We’ll make it work.”

She curled into me and I smelled grief. “Okay. Fast track me then, so we’ll know for sure.”

Fuck me. She was asking me to hurt her bottom so she could take me faster. I caressed her back, rubbed her shoulders, and made both of us a promise. “No faster than you can handle.”

I petted her until she went to sleep, and went into the bathroom to beat off once I was sure she wouldn’t wake.

Party days are always crazy, and it probably wasn’t the ideal time to introduce her at the clubhouse, but I wanted her to be part of all my life. Besides, she needed an alibi too, and she needed to be with me the whole weekend so she’d know I didn’t lobotomize the assholes.

Once Gavin took care of the Playas, I needed to talk to him about helping me tell Lexi my secret. She needed to meet my wolf.

Despite the fact I knew she was sore the next morning, I sank into her from behind to wake her, with her spooned back into me. She whined in protest at first, but it was followed by a deep moan, and the vibrations went straight to my balls.

“Fuck, you feel good.” I bit her neck, nibbled her ear.

She gave a full body shudder, but then froze. “Condom?”

“Yes, sweetheart. I told you I’d wear them, and I will until we agree otherwise. You can trust me. When I tell you something, I do it.”

She relaxed and pushed her bottom back towards me again. I rewarded her by aiming for the front wall inside her pussy. Her scent let me know I’d hit the right spot.

This position can sometimes work, and I put my fist around the base of my cock to see, because I thought we might be at the right angle. I pressed in until my fist touched her butt, and my cock pulsed.

“Stay like you are. Gonna get rough. Need you to take it. Can you do that for me?”

She nodded, and I pulled back and slammed in, but then paused to make sure she was okay. I scented apprehension, but no pain. I slammed in a dozen times, stopped to scent her again, and my little Half-pint wanted more.

I adjusted my other arm so I could hold her in place, and my hips went on autopilot — pulling out and slamming in over and over, harder and harder, faster and faster. I squeezed my cock tight to make sure I didn’t accidentally go too deep, and when I was at long last ready to empty into her, I released my hold enough to finally come inside my girl.

I hate condoms with a passion, but I’d practically forgotten I was wearing one until I felt it filling. I kept thrusting while I came, and my cock pulsed and jerked inside her. Every muscle in my body tightened, jerked, spasmed, and then went liquid. My cock went semi-soft and I pressed all the way in, knowing I wasn’t hard enough to cause serious pain and I needed to feel myself completely inside her.

I turned her upper body enough to face me, kissed her mouth open, and invaded with my tongue. I needed to fill her everywhere, but this would have to do.

When we’d both finished our final, soul-shattering release, I held her, still buried in her. “I’m fallin’ in love with you, Half-pint.”

She relaxed even more in my arms, and I smelled relief and joy. “Pretty sure I’ve already fallen hard for you. Scares the shit out of me, but I don’t want to be anywhere else.”

We lay in silence forever, but I eventually said, “We’ll be at the clubhouse all day. You need to know some rules.”

“My clothes are at your house.”

Fuck. I’d forgotten about that. “Okay, we’ll make a run so you can get changed. Eventually, you’ll need to have clothes here and at my house, but we have time to get everything sorted.”

“Rules?”

“You don’t talk about what happens here to anyone except the people here. For now, unless someone was present, you don’t talk to them about what happened. Eventually, you’ll learn which ol’ladies you can speak freely with and which you can’t. Gen and Harmony leave if we need to spank a sweetbutt, but somethin’ tells me you’re gonna want to stick around and watch.”

“Sweetbutt?”

“The girls who hang around to be used. No one’s girlfriend, everyone’s fucktoy.”

She stiffened, and I assured her, “I haven’t been with one since I promised you it’d only be you.”

I smelled conflict. She wanted to believe me but wasn’t totally buying it. I met her gaze so she could see the truth in my words. “I’ve never cheated on anyone. Ever. You know how I feel about honesty. If I want one of them bad enough to even consider cheating, it’ll mean we might need to discuss whether to break up, but it won’t mean I should cheat.”

At this, she finally relaxed. “Okay. You haven’t given me any reason not to trust you, so I will.” She turned in my arms. “If you cheat on me, that’s it. We’ll be over.”

“Works both ways, Lex.”

“Okay, what happens in the clubhouse, stays in the clubhouse. What else?”

“If a biker asks for the room, and says anyone not wearing a cut has to leave, you need to go with the other ol’ladies and not say a word. If Duke, Brain, or Bash tells you to do something, it’s probably a safety thing and you need to do it. Same goes for Viper and Gonzo, and anyone else you get to know.” Her expression told me I was screwing this up, and I tried again. “We’re a family. Duke’s the Pres, Brain’s the VP, Bash is the Sergeant-at-Arms, and Gonzo and me are the Enforcers. On top of that, whoever’s working the control room can often see shit we can’t, so we have to listen to them, too. Or, they may have told Duke the cops are comin’ in the front gate fast and heavy, so sending all the ol’ladies below ground may keep ya’ll from gettin’ caught up in shit.”

She still didn’t like it, but she seemed to understand. “Why would one of the fuck-girls get a spankin’?”

“Talkin’ when they shouldn’t, refusing an order, showing disrespect… lots of reasons.”

“Could they spank me for being disrespectful?”

Tricky question. “Ol’ladies are disciplined a little different. If you’re caught sneakin’ around in the back of the clubhouse without a brother, you’ll have to be belted in front of the members, either by me or another brother. If you don’t lean over and accept it, you’ll never be allowed back on club property. You talk to cops or do something that puts a club member in danger, the brothers will probably vote to discipline you, but you’ll always have the choice to never return to the clubhouse if you don’t agree to the punishment.” I shrugged. “You act up and get bitchy around them, and I’ll turn you over my knee and take care of it without needin’ a vote, but I don’t see you being a problem child. It’s one of the things I like about you — even at nineteen, you’re more mature than most grown women.”

She didn’t argue, so I kept going. “No weapons until the MC votes you can have them on the property. Not even pepper spray. For now, you can only come to the clubhouse with me, unless someone’s after you and you need protection, but I don’t foresee that happenin’. My brothers will have to vote that you can be in the back without me before you can stay in my room when I’m not here. You earn their trust by bein’ here and lettin’ them get to know you. We’ll cook a whole pig for the party, and everyone brings side dishes. If you have somethin’ you want to bring, I’ll buy the ingredients. They’re used to me bringin’ homemade mac-n-cheese that don’t come from a box, so don’t feel like you have to make somethin’.”

“I have a cool tater-tot casserole, with ground beef and tons of cheese. Everyone loves it.”

“Perfect. We’ll pick the ingredients up on the way to my house.”

I grasped the condom and pulled out before we had a catastrophe. I wanted to stay inside her forever, but that doesn’t work with a fucking condom. A few minutes in the bathroom to dispose of it, clean up, and piss, and I was ready to crawl back into bed, but she was right behind me, stepping into the shower.

“If you have a shirt I can wear with my jeans to get back to your house, I can just knot it on the side or something so it doesn’t look like a dress. What time does the party start?”

“People will begin arriving around four with their kids, and we have games and shit until close to dark. We clear the kids out before we get too rowdy, and most of the cops will leave, but a few might stay, which is fine. We’ll see how you do — what you’re comfortable with before we head back to my room to fuck.”

I wasn’t ready to tell her the cops who stayed after dark were most likely the ones we owned.

She turned the shower off and stepped out with her hair dry. She’d just cleaned the important bits, apparently. “What might I not be comfortable with?”

I shrugged. “Three guys fucking a sweetbutt in the front room while a half-dozen get blowjobs from others? Honestly, there’s no telling what will happen. Ol’ladies aren’t fucked out in the middle of the room like the sweetbutts, so it isn’t a matter of what you and me are doing, but what everyone else is doin’.”

“You won’t miss that? If we stay an item, I mean.”

I leaned in, and she backed against the wall. I trapped her with my arms and leaned in even more. “It’s soulless, fucking them. What we did this mornin’ was full of heart and soul. I won’t be losing a damned thing.”