Ratchet

She could have gotten killed. Maybe if I didn’t look in her direction at the Crow Bar, that fucker wouldn’t have knocked her out cold and left her there in that puddle out back. My fault I put her in that jam. Well, it was done. The Hell Hounds just left her there. My heart pounded hard against my chest when I found her. I cradled her head in my lap as I drove her to the clubhouse, hoping she’d come to. I wasn’t going to let her scamper off again. And not back to the Hounds.

I called Rocky, my Prez. Asked him to meet me at the clubhouse.

I got some coffee with lots of cream and sugar for Sam. She sat in the bedroom I put her in the night before and headed out to the parking lot, lighting up a smoke. I greeted Rocky and our VP, Spider as they pulled on their dressers.

Rocky was as bulked up like me, keeping his head bald and sported a beard that was more grey than brown. Spider was leaner in build, a bit tall and lanky with long dark hair that he usually kept tied back. The chicks loved to braid it for him, and he never turned down an offer.

“Prez… VP….” We gave each other a round of brotherly hugs.

“How’s it hangin’, Ratchet?” Rocky released me from his bear hug.

“Gotta situation and need to bounce some things off both of you both.”

They knew about that night at Bike Week and how Sam laced my flask and took off with my cash. I rehashed what happened last night at the Crow Bar and that Sam was under my protection now. I needed my brothers to back me up. That I’m going to help her get out.

“Well, brother… We don’t mingle with those fuckin’ dogs. They are bad news. Been bad news for a long time. They leave us alone. We leave them alone. It sounds like this girl is in deep with them. Maybe she just needs a break. You could just bang her. Have a little fun and then when she’s had her fun, she might want to go back. What is it about her that got you wanting to help her? Maybe she doesn’t want any help.”

“I got Mandi to bang. And she’s already a fuckin’ handful.”

“I bet she is, brother!” Rocky landed a playful jab on my shoulder.

“Yeah, yeah. And I don’t need another handful. Sam’s been banged up bad before. I’m sure of it. And I bet worse than how I found her last night.”

“Ok, Ratchet. Let’s give her a few weeks. She can stay here at the clubhouse for a bit till you can figure out what her game plan is. We’ll be here, brother. Anything you need. Hell, we could use some help to keep this clubhouse from turning into a shitty dive bar after a weekend of partyin’ and fuckin’!”

“Hells yeah, Ratchet. I’m with Rocky. Do what needs to get done to help the girl out,” Spider reaffirmed what Prez said.

Helping around the clubhouse was a solution to how Sam would pay me back the money she stole. And it was a way I could keep an eye on her.

The next day the right side of Sam’s temple was a bit red and would probably turn a shade of purple before it would heal completely. I gave a wad of cash to the Prez’s ol’ lady, Madge and she went to the local mall and bought some clothes for Sam. The look on her face when she opened the bags full of girl stuff was like a kid at Christmas who didn’t expect anything. And then there it was – that amazing smile.

A smile that made my dick jump and the front of my jeans suddenly tight. I needed to stop picturing her lips around it or stop wondering what her pussy tasted like. Felt like. And I had a sure bet she tasted sweet and felt so fuckin’ good as I buried my dick deep inside her.

Then my thoughts sobered up. I had another sure bet that she experienced real fuckin’ hell with the Hounds that she wouldn’t want to share with me. I remember the hell I was living in when I was a kid. That hell was James Racette the First. I was James Racette the Second. Named after my father. What he did to me. What he did to my mother…. Telling me I was just like him.

And that’s why I had to keep those thoughts of Sam out of my head and focus on helping her. She needed her space. Not be crowded, especially from another man who only thinks about fucking her every minute of the day.

She seemed to be on the petite side naturally, but I knew she needed to get a little more food in her to fill out that sexy curvy figure she had. I told her to get dressed in some of the clothes Madge picked out for her because I wanted to take her out for breakfast. And it would be good just to have some alone time between us and talk.

I was standing by my bike, finishing up a smoke and waiting for Sam. She walked out of the clubhouse toward me, and my heart skipped a few beats. She used one of the showers in the clubhouse and wore some of those new clothes – a flowy red tank top and some tight ass jeans that hugged her in all the right places, along with her black riding boots.

“Madge got the right sizes for me.” She looked down at her new clothes. And so did I.

“Huh? Oh… yeah. She did good, Sam.” I had to peel my eyes away from her for a moment and coughed.

A light breeze carried the scent of her still damp hair to my nose. She smelled like strawberries or something fuckin’ fruity. There went my cock again. The sweet scent and those tight ass jeans made my cock jump yet again… She looked back up at me with that smile.

“You look really nice, Sam…,” I grumbled, sounding like a fuckin’ dork.

It was a pleasant ride to the diner with the little rabbit sitting behind me on my bike. The trees were budding, and things were blooming again. I hoped the spring air helped Sam’s mood. I knew she had experience riding on the back of a bike and I could sense her relaxed posture behind me. She didn’t have to, but she wrapped her arms around my waist, and her inner thighs were pressed up against mine.

I pulled the bike into a small parking lot at the Knotty Pine. It was a breakfast diner that had been in business since the 1950’s in the old town of Front Royal. Breakfast diner in the front. Biker bar in the back. We went to the front and sat in a booth. We both ordered a full plate of eggs, sausage, hash browns, and toast. I didn’t know how she did it, but she finished her plate the same time I did. She leaned back against the booth and burped. It was the cutest.

“Oops. excuse me…,” Sam giggled. And that was fuckin’ adorable too.

I couldn’t help but smirk.

“We need to get this out of the way… About my money you took at Bike Week.”

Her smile faded, “Yeah I know. I want to apologize for that. That was wrong of me.”

“And you spiked my flask, Sam. What did you put in it?”

“Xanax… a few doses…”

“Well that was the right amount of doses.”

“I’ll accept your apology, but you’re not getting off that easy. I talked to my Prez and VP. You can pay me back by helping at the clubhouse for a few weeks. Help keep get the place cleaned up. This weekend is Memorial Day and the Rolling Thunder ride to the Wall. It’s also a weekend-long excuse to party at the clubhouse. It’s open house to other bikers who are friends of the club. You can help the other girls behind the bar. That will make us even. Deal?”

“Yes. It’s a deal, Ratchet.”

“It’s James. My name is James Racette. Club calls me Ratchet.”

I didn’t know why I told her my real name when I only knew her for a few weeks. And I’m not sure why her eyes lit up when I told her.

“It’s a deal, James.”

We pulled into the clubhouse lot and there she was headed right to us. Mandi… I forgot to fuckin’ call her the night I brought Sam to the clubhouse. Mandi. Tall, blond with long legs that fit just right wrapped around me when I pounded into her. She had nice tits too, but they were paid for and didn’t have that natural sexy bounce to them when I watched her ride my dick. Mandi liked it rough too, though. She liked the faint bruises I left on her hips and ass because of my rough grip. Sometimes I didn’t realize how hard my grip was. But instead of complaining, she begged for more. She was a sweet butt and fucked some of the other club members. But for now, I was her club flavor of the month.

“Who the fuck is this short skank, Ratchet?” she yelled across the lot as I kicked the stand down.

Sam got off, her eyes locked on Mandi as she approached us.

“She’s not a skank, Mandi. Her name’s Sam, and she’s helping out around the clubhouse for a few weeks. Sam this is Mandi.”

“Yeah, I’m sure she’s gonna help around the clubhouse,” Mandi turned to Sam, “By giving out blowjobs behind the fuckin’ bar!”

“Just cool down, Mandi. I’ll meet you inside. We’ll talk.”

“Fuck you, Ratchet!” she barked at me and flipped Sam off with a smile and walked away from us to her white Nissan. She spun tires and gravel, leaving the lot.  

Not only was I going to watch over Sam, but I would also need her to steer clear of Mandi. I knew I was going to have to fuck her fierce just to reassure her that everything was fine and normal in her fucked up shallow world.

Sam turned back to me, “I don’t want to cause any problems between you two.”

“Sorry about that. She sees you on my bike, so her claws came out. Just stay clear of her for now, Sam.”