Kid

 

As we walked the girls into the steakhouse, I couldn’t keep my eyes off my prize. Damn, my pants get tight every time I look at that long blonde hair, tight ass, and those large, perky tits that would overflow in my hands. She's starred in so many of my fantasies since I met her about a year ago. It’s like my own private porn always on repeat. She's my dream girl, my wet dream in the perfect package.

Damn, her eyes are grey, but almost silver up close. I want her on her knees with my cock in her mouth, looking up at me with her silver, molten eyes. They melt me into a puddle with one of her innocent looks. She doesn't realize it yet, but she will be underneath me one day, screaming my name.

I’m not looking for anything permanent right now and hopefully she isn't either. I don't believe I can commit to anything serious yet. I've never tried it and truthfully, I’m terrified of it. But I sure wouldn’t mind exploring her body for now. She has the heart and soul of a woman who could change me if I let her have my feelins’. I've never experienced anythin’ like this before, not with any of the club babes I pick up for nightly pleasure. Just by being around her, I want her for myself, and I'll have her, but to what extent is what has me wary.

I’m still too young to be tied down to just one pussy like some of the suit wearin’ little bitches you see walkin’ down the streets. I have too many women still wantin’ me, offerin’ no strings attached. I want to explore more women’s bodies, explore the sounds and looks of ecstasy on their faces, each one is different in their own way. It does something for me knowin’ that I am the one who did that for them. I also love to see what women do for me. I want to experience all that my body desires. Satisfaction is the key to a lifetime of sexual gratification, that’s what my dad has always said when asked how he has kept my mom so long.

Thinkin’ about all of this shit has me so hard I can barely walk straight. It doesn’t help that my obvious distraction is right here in front of me. I’m positive I’m not getting her under me tonight. Such a shame, I bet I could loosen her up. I guess I’m going to have to find easy pussy tonight, but that thought irritates me. I would love to see if Riley has a tight pussy to grip my cock as I pound into her so hard that I put the bed through the wall.

I need something new, not something that every Brother’s had. That shit’s getting old. I’ll look at the club and discreetly get a number and hook up after I drop Riley off for the night. This shit is tiring and thinkin’ of it is doin’ nothin’ but givin’ me a damn headache. If we end up back at her place, she’ll be fair game.

Who am I to stop it from happenin’? My brothers are in the same mindset as me, the same old same old gets boring, while fresh is an unexpected treat. Who wants someone that knows every inch of your body when it’s not someone that’s your forever? There is no attraction, it is just a release needed when you’re feeling stressed. Not to mention it’s fake, all of it, and their noises make you want to strangle the bitch!

As we’re sitting in the booth, I happen to notice a redhead across the room, she is eyeing me while licking her lips. I look into her eyes to make sure she’s making eye contact with me. I know that sign, so I wink at her to find out if she’s the kind who’d be down with something quick. In the meantime, it would make it easier for me to be with Riley. Sporting a hard on all night, while trying to pretend I’m not makes it hard to hold a conversation when I want to throw her over the table and take her regardless of who’s watching. The redhead walks by our table and gives a quick head nod towards the women’s room. I’m not dumb, but I’m a man, a single man, who has had a hard on all day, thanks to this gorgeous blonde sitting next to me. I’m going to have to make this smooth so no one suspects what I’m about to do.

I excuse myself to go to the restroom, telling everyone my stomach is feeling upset, and I follow her into the ladies’ room. I check to make sure we are the only ones in the bathroom and lock the door. She starts to speak as if I want to hear anything she has to say. “Hi, my name is Ma~" but I shut her down and inform her of my rules. I’m not here to get to know her. I do not plan on exchanging numbers or taking her to dinner. If she wants a walk on the wild side, I’m her man.

I’m here to have my cock sucked, then I want to bang the shit out of her. If she’s looking for a boyfriend, she should haul her ass out of here now. The next thing I know, the bitch has dropped to her knees and has my belt unbuckled and pants down to my knees. In record time, "Commando? Mmm, I like that.” Then she notices my Jacob’s ladder running down the length of my cock. What can I say? It was a dare during my prospecting time. Smoke dared me and Ryder that we weren’t man enough to handle the pain. You don't test someone’s manhood in front of his brothers, or his father, who happens to be the Prez.

“Mmm,” she licks her lips and jumps on my cock. Son-of-a-fucking bitch!

"Jesus," I say as she sucks me like she’s trying to steal everything my balls have to offer.

How the fuck does a woman suck a dick like that? She doesn’t even gag as she takes me to the back of her throat. Fuck yeah, this bitch has done this a lot. You can always tell the ones who have plenty of experience. Even the club babes choke. Damn, that feels good. I don't even tell her that my balls have shrank up before I explode down her throat, but she takes it all like a pro. Even after she licks me clean I’m still half-hard, thinking of Riley waiting for me. Is she going to be the vision I have to use every time I’m with some bitch I’m not really into?

The redhead stands and pulls up her skirt, I immediately take action tearing her G-string down to her knees. I am successful with trapping her legs together and then I push her head down onto the counter. I tell her if she says one word I will walk away and not look back. If she talks, this fantasy is over for me, and that’s her only purpose. I pull the condom from my wallet and put it on as fast as I can. I look down and notice she’s soaking wet. Thank fuck for that, ‘cause I really don’t want to put any extra work into this. I just want to take the edge off so I can give Riley the attention she deserves.

I slam my cock inside her pussy as hard as I can, she screams out in pleasure. I whisper through my teeth in her ear to “shut the fuck up or I will stop.” I slam my hips into her ass as hard as I can manage, taking my frustrations out on her pussy. I have to say, I think this bitch likes it rough. She’s pushing back into me, silently begging me for more. Fuck her, this is my goddamn show. This shit is for my girl, not her.

My girl? WTF? Where the hell did that thought come from?

I take one of my hands holding her hips and move it to her clit. Squeezing it hard, I notice it pulsing so I slap it, just hard enough to help push her over that edge. Bitch is coming so hard, her pussy is like a vise grip on my cock, causing my balls to shrink up again as my semen shoots into the condom. Perfect!

Now I can finish this and get away as quickly as possible, and hopefully no one notices how long I was away from the table. I rip off the condom, zip up my pants, and walk to the door and quickly open it.

Shit! Fuck! Damn! Hell!

Riley and her sister are standing in front of me, mouths wide open and Riley looks hurt, or is she embarrassed? Why would she be hurt? It has to be embarrassment, right? Could she possibly feel the attraction or some of the same feelins’ I have for her? If she does, she hides it so fuckin’ well, it’s hard to read this girl. I don’t know what to make of it.

I never have a clue with her, I want to get to know her but she is so standoffish when I try, after the way she acted tonight I kinda thought this was one-sided. I hate that look she’s sportin’, to make matters worse the redhead behind me screams, “I don’t mind fucking you. I mean, you did give me the most intense orgasm ever, but do you think you could possibly shut the door so I can make myself decent?" Son-of-a-bitch!

Riley excuses herself with her head held down facing the ground, and I can’t see her face or eyes as she walks away with Sadie hot on her heels. I walk out to the back exit of the building to get some fresh air. I’m a man! If I would’ve tried to do something with her, I ran the chance she’d resent me later. I need some kinda sign if she has feelings for me.

I’m starting to feel somethin’ for her, I just don’t know how or what to make of it all. These feelins’ confuse me on what exactly I truly want with her. Is this lust, infatuation, or the start of somethin’ that could be real? The only thing I know how to do for sure is to fuck women happy. I don’t know what a woman like Riley needs or wants to stay happy or if she wants a relationship for that matter.

I have a decision to make. Would it really be too much trouble to give a relationship with her a try, or should we just keep the natural banter we have? I mean, eventually, I will fuck her out of my mind and system and find someone else down the road. Then she would be fuckin’ someone else as well, and I would have no say in it. Fuck! I shake out of my mind trip and go back inside and face the warden, my sister.

When I make it back to our table after playin’ out the conversation in my head I want to have with Riley, Ryder informs me the night is over. Apparently, the girls got a phone call that caused Riley and Sadie to cut their night short. Did I just screw this up? Will I ever have the chance to get Riley alone to talk with her about how I feel and how I manage to screw up with things that are important to me?

“Ryder man, did they really get a phone call, Brother? Or was this because of me getting my dick wet by the redhead in the bathroom?”

Ryder sighs heavily then says, “Take your guess man.”

Skylar walks in giving me a “you just screwed up” again look. “Well, I guess I’m not going to be getting my two best friends out with Kid in tow anytime soon. At least not as long as the fucking whore magnet is working his dick at least. Kid, why can’t you ever just be with us all and not hit the trash?! I can’t believe this! I can’t even look at you right now."

Well, doesn’t that just make things bright as a fucking rainbow? Guess I’m going to have to figure out a way to get Riley to talk to me, even if I have to drag her away kicking and screaming. I don’t give a fuck, I need that girl in my life. I need her, right? I was only trying to take the edge off so I did not scare her away, knowing how stupid I can be. When I’m a horny bastard, I can say some pretty screwed-up things because my dick rules my other head and takes away all common sense. I guess that shit backfired on my ass.

I see how it happens for Ryder. After he got my sister, she gets anything she desires out of him. Sky has him wrapped around her damn finger, he’s so fuckin’ pussy whipped. I’m surprised the man is not wearing a shirt that says, “Ask Sky first if I can play.” I want to have an easy, free, ‘do as I please’ life, and not have to walk through the door and fight every fuckin’ night.

“I’m out of here. Too much pussy shit is floating in my head, so I’m heading back to the clubhouse. Why don’t you guys go ahead and go on out and have fun? I have a lot on my mind, I’m gonna go back, have a few shots, and head for bed.” I could use some quiet downtime. I give my sister a hug and a kiss on her cheek. Of course, she turns her cheek on me, but that won’t stop me, she’s family and knows better. She may be mad at me, but she knows that Riley and I aren’t a couple. We were all going out tonight as friends trying to have a little fun.

I do want to get to know Riley better since it’s always the six of us together, relationships confuse me but there is a tug pulling me toward Riley that I don’t grasp. I know Skylar is hoping the opposite is going to happen. One day, I hope she finds her girls the happily ever after she wishes for them. I just am not sure I can be the right type of guy Riley deserves. I give my brothers a back slap and side hug as I walk out the door.

Tumbler stops to talk to me, “Kid, you might not have your eyes open and see the best thing to ever happen to you standing in front of you, but I do. I’m going to fight for Sadie. If you fuck things up with Riley, I will help Sadie make sure Riley is happy, by any means necessary. Brother, if you fuck it up and don’t open your eyes, there are plenty of brothers who want her and will treat her as she deserves. Not only is she gorgeous, but she is loyal and will make the perfect Ol’ lady. You just happen to be the only one dumb enough to not figure it out yet.” He sighs and shakes his head at my apparent stupidity.

“Others are waiting for you to figure out your shit, out of respect for you. They’re only giving you a month to get your shit together, then they will show her you’re not the only Brother who can take care of her. I’m only informing you of this because you’re my best friend." Then he turns and heads toward his bike. After that declaration from my brother and one of my best friends, I decide to take a long ride on my bike to clear my head. My mood has plummeted even further and I am in some need of one on one time with myself. I do my best thinking on my own anyway, when I have the road, myself and no expectations.  What is wrong with me? I don’t like hurting anyone, and I do have feelin’s for Riley, I just can’t get past this fear and confusion. After about two hours of riding, I feel a peace settle over me enough to head back to the clubhouse and have a few drinks with my brothers and head to bed for the night.

As I arrive at the clubhouse, two prospects, Rott and Malibu, open the gates and let me in with a chin lift, which I return as I roll through the gate. I’m grateful we aren’t a one percent club as I take in the parking garage while entering. I have enough anger rushing through me with these emotions I’d likely kill someone and end up serving life behind bars at Huntsville. Texas loves their death row penalties.

As I park near the front in my designated parking spot in the MC’s garage, I see Easy, one of the club babes and Smoke, one of my brothers, at the bench. What the fuck? Smoke hates using the babes and doesn’t do anything with them, but Easy has Smoke’s pants down to his knees while she’s kneeled in front of him, giving him a blowjob. Easy can make a man blow his load in a matter of minutes ‘cause she can suck like a woman possessed.

Every man has to experience something like her at least once in his lifetime. If they haven’t, I feel sorry for the poor fuckers. A club babe is what other clubs call “sweet butts.” These girls are around to take care of the single men’s needs in our MC. As an MC, we have club rules, and one of those rules states: if you have an old lady, or even a girlfriend, there is no cheating whatsoever within these walls, or within the gates of the clubhouse! There’s a good reason this rule was put into effect too.

My Pa came up with that rule after Vapor’s Ol’ lady Kiley caught her old man cheating on her. She shot the babe in the head, then turned the gun on herself. It was the worst tragedy that any of the brothers have faced emotionally to this day. She was loved and was like a sister to everyone. My Brother, Vapor, never recovered mentally. He seems to be surviving, not living, and he hates babes with a passion now. They all are warned from day one never to touch or go anywhere near him. The babes are instructed to leave him alone and if they don’t, they also understand none of the brothers will step in to stop him.

We found out when his Ol’ lady, Kiley, had her autopsy, she was pregnant. The worst was she had found out that day according to the voicemail on their home recorder. She was excited, she sped here to tell Vapor. They had been trying for five years to get pregnant. Her chances were slim because she had some scar tissue from an infection she got as a teenager from abuse her old man and uncle inflicted on her. She was so traumatized that she snapped. I remember hearing her screaming, "I thought you loved me, but I guess that’s a lie, just like everyone else who claimed they did. I guess you just used me for my love and loyalty and fuck my feelings! Screw you Vapor!"

The screaming turned to a sobbing screeching mess. “I tho... you lov… loved me! You’re the only person in my…my entire life that I have trusted.” She whimpered at him. “H... ho... how could you? I hope you find someone who can give you what I can’t. I hope me leaving perm... permanently gives you what you truly want!”

 

~Bang, Bang~

 

Two quick gunshots and it was all over. I can remember being rooted to the spot, I couldn’t move because I knew what had happened. We could hear Vapor screaming, apologizing, and begging her to be okay as he held her in his arms, blood coming from her wound. She wasn’t coming back from that. You could hear all the Ol’ ladies breaking down, falling to their knees on the floor around her. Everyone was in total shock.

We called for an ambulance, and we also had to deal with the local PD. Vapor had nightmares for months afterwards. I think it went on longer, he just learned to hide it better. I don’t believe he’ll ever get over it, and this is yet another reason I question wanting a woman. They have the ability to destroy you and break you down. He’s like a zombie now-a-days. He does nothing club related anymore, unless working in the shop counts. He doesn’t do meetings, get-togethers, or anything that has to do with the club itself. Makes me wonder if Vapor ever regretted buying her that gun and teaching her to shoot.

After thinking of Vapor and his situation, I sit down at the bar with my brother Tic. This fucker here will take the jobs that make the rest of us turn green. Sometimes our Uncle Jed, who runs a one percent club, will call him in. He has brass balls and doesn’t back down from anything. I swear he has no fear. He is the one we go to if someone is messing with one of our businesses or if one of the townsfolk need protection from gambling debts or whatever mess they’ve gotten into until they can settle the score.

Unfortunately, it isn’t always ended the way we hope for. Tic always gets payment either way. We are not a one percent club, but we also are not going to back down if you fuck with our businesses or family. Tic was in the Marines, being the front man who went into enemy territory before anyone else. He is one brave son-of-a-bitch.

“What’s up, Tic?” I ask, trying to get him to talk to me as I sit down.

“Not much, man. Just got done working in the heat and wanted to have a few drinks and relax. I just get tired sometimes of going home and being alone, staring at the same four walls or the TV. Gets lonely, ya know. I like being here where at least I have my brothers." I can’t help watching the look on his face as he is sharing this information with me.

“Why don’t you just move into the clubhouse? That way you’re with us all the time and not on your own.”

“I’ve thought about it, but what if Kori comes back one day? I don't want to move her here while looking for a place.” Kori was his girl, they were so in love and her dad did everything possible to make their lives miserable. He did something to her, we never figured out what caused her to run with no word to anyone.

I never thought about that. I don’t want to give up being here with my brothers. My hope is to one day have her under me screaming my name, but do I even want her here where my brothers will then get a chance to make some moves on her? The bylaws say as long as she is not officially someone’s Ol’ lady, and she finds love with another brother willing to make her their Ol’ lady I would have no say. Fuck that!

“I’ve had one of those nights, Brother. I’m going to grab a bottle of Jack, head on to my room and try and get some shut eye. See ya around." As I’m walking the hall towards the bunks, I notice the babes are looking for a brother to play with for the night. I’m not in the mood, so I’m putting off a vibe and giving them the, “don’t fuck with me” look.

But Lace, never one to back down from a challenge, stops me in the hall. “Damn Kid, you look tense. Do you need some help releasing that tension?” I’m really tired of her bullshit, so I decide to nip this right now.

“No thanks, Lace. I fucked this redhead tonight and she fucked me and sucked me off better than any of you babes have."

Lace looks at me as if I had just told her she had lost everything she owned. She shakes her head at me and walks away, mumbling under her breath, “One day, Kid, you’re going to regret treating women the way you do.” I already do, I consider one that might be worth everything. She will probably never give me the time of day again.

I continue to walk towards my bunk again, when I hear my sister’s loud mouth and Ryder mumbling for her to calm down. “I mean it Ryder. Riley is possibly the best thing that has come into my brother’s life! Is my brother that much of a fucking moron?! He couldn’t even keep it in his pants for a fucking hour! I swear I’m going to do everything I can to make her stay away from him. He doesn’t deserve her. I’m going to make sure she knows he takes random whores in restrooms to fuck, he also fucks all the sluts who fuck all the brothers. Shit, so do all the sister chapters that come and visit. I think we need to try and hook her up with one of the brothers who will do right by her.” What the fuck did my sister just say? She’s going to find someone else for Riley? What a backstabbing bitch. She has never betrayed me or tried to hurt me before, so what the fuck is she doing? I can’t listen to anymore, so I walk down the hall to my room and do what any man my age would do! I pick up the phone and call the only person who has always been there for me, my mom. I start explaining everything to her, how Skylar is talking shit and trying to ruin my chances with Riley before I get to try and make it work after my epic fuck up, when my mom loses it. It’s between hysterical laughter and scolding me for hurting Riley. What has happened to my family?

Next my dad picks up the phone and says, "Coffee at ten. Donna’s Diner, Do. Not. Be. Late". And the line goes dead. I hang my head and continue the path I was on before a phone call sounded good.  I take a shower, have a couple of shots of Jack and set my alarm. I’m sure I’m not going to like tomorrow’s coffee with Dad.

 

~~~*~~~

 

I wake up in the morning stepping over a bunch of naked people and noticing alcohol bottles laying everywhere. I wake one of the prospects to get up and get the clubhouse back in order before the officers arrive.

Twenty minutes later, I find myself in the diner with my parents, my mom is relaying a story that has me ready to kill Alexander. It makes me want to hide Riley or Sadie and make sure he never sees them again. “One night the girls all went out. Elizabeth was extremely drunk, Son, and she was practically black and blue once she made it to our house. She told me she knew we weren’t really friends, but she had no one to trust. She needed to get away so he wouldn’t rape or beat her, and she knew she didn’t need to go home ‘cause her girls were gone for the night. That’s when she revealed that Alexander belittles and calls Riley names, locks her in her room and other things to ruin Riley’s self-respect and self-esteem. He keeps Sadie under his thumb and doesn’t allow her to make a move without his knowing everything. Now Son, that’s not all she said but that’s the gist of it all. That’s all I’m willing to share with you. I am going to say I’m livid with you and so disappointed that you could look at that beautiful, fragile girl and not accept the gift that is right in front of you. I think there’s a lot you need to think about and consider. She’s the perfect match for you. Think on that for me, Son. Until your head is on your shoulders and not your nuts, leave that girl alone.” Then without saying another word mom and dad get out of the booth and leave the diner.

Fuck Elizabeth! What kind of mom is she anyway, and why would she come to my mom drunk and confess her and Riley’s abuse? Hell, in my opinion he’s even abusing Sadie, the control is just a different type of abuse. The emotional and verbal abuse my beautiful Riley has had to endure hurts me to think about. It’s on a continual loop in my head. I pick up my phone to shoot a text to my sister, asking if she could make time to see me today.

I know she’s mad at me, but she’s the only one I trust when it comes to the girls. I know Tumbler will have Sadie’s back because he’s pretty much claimed her. He will be good for her. I know their relationship will be like mine and Ryder’s parents’ relationship. They love and respect each other. If anyone can help me see the man I need to be for Riley, it would be my sis.

 

 

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