Friday, September 24, 2021
Friday, September 17, 2021
Black Reign MC 3
As if not realizing the whole bar was watching, a curvy woman waltzed in like she owned the place. Her head was up and her nose in the air, like she was better than everyone in the place and knew we all knew it. She wore a sundress of the palest green, the hem hitting her just above the knees and swishing around her legs as she walked. Modestly heeled sandals adorned her feet, the thin straps wrapping around her slim ankles several times. The heels were just high enough to make her calf muscles flex ever so slightly. Smooth, creamy skin beckoned every fucking biker in that bar. No doubt they were all imagining tossing her on one of the now-abandoned pool tables, pulling her legs wide apart and fucking the sweet pussy beneath that skirt.
“What’ll it be, sugar?” The bartender leaned against the bar as he polished a glass, biceps flexing as he did. Yeah, he was thinking the same thing we all were.
She cleared her throat delicately. “Um, a Coke, please.” Her voice was high pitched, like she was young. I knew that on first sight, but now I questioned whether or not she was even legal to be in here.
The bartender pointed to a little door off to the side next to the restrooms. “Coke’s in there. Buck twenty per gram. You pay before you go in.”
She nodded her head, then opened the tiny purse she carried around her neck and across her body. Girl actually pulled out a dollar and a quarter and handed it to the bartender. Now, he looked less than amused.
“One-twenty,” he snapped. “Even for a pretty little thing like you.”
The girl looked adorably confused. “But… I just gave you a dollar twenty-five.”
“I’ll spot her.” A big, burly guy pushed his way to the bar, a big grin on his face. He slapped two one-hundred-dollar bills on the bar. “You can start workin’ it off once you get the first line done.”
When she still looked confused, I knew me and Fury were about to challenge El Diablo’s orders. Getting the girl and ourselves out without killing anyone might not be possible.
“Don’t worry about orders,” Fury said, taking off his jacket and laying it on the bar. “Just get the girl and get out. Otherwise, we die and she’s fucked.”
“Literally,” I muttered.
As we shoved men out of our way, trying to get across the bar to the girl, the biker grabbed her upper arm and was practically dragging her toward the door.
“What are you doing?” Her voice had gone even more high pitched, and she was pulling against the biker.
“Takin’ you to get the coke you asked for.”
“Why is it back there? This is a bar, right? I just want something to drink!”
A roar of laughter went up at her proclamation, and the guy picked up the pace, now physically dragging the girl after him.
“Oh, I’ll be givin’ you somethin’ to drink, all right.”
“No!” She twisted her arm, trying to get free. There was real panic on her lovely face, and something inside me just snapped.
The crowd didn’t try to keep me away, but the men just wouldn’t get out of my way fast enough. Several of them were following the couple to the back, obviously thinking she’d be way more agreeable once she’d done a line or two of coke. I shoved several out of the way, which prompted them to retaliate. The next thing I knew, Fury was mowing people down left and right and the fight was on.
I kept the girl in my sights as I took out one guy after another. Her captor didn’t seem to realize the chaos ensuing behind him or didn’t care. Probably the latter. He’d just reached the door when I caught up to them.
“Please!” she pleaded. “You don’t understand!”
“I understand I paid for a gram of coke for you. You’re just paying me back in the currency of my choosing.” He grinned at her, looking her up and down. The bulge in his jeans was obvious as he turned to the side to face the girl. Which was when I grabbed his head and smashed it into the door. The guy dropped like a stone.
She screamed, throwing her hands up, really panicking now. “Don’t touch me!”
“Easy, girl. I’m the one getting your sweet ass outta here without you getting raped. Get me?” She screamed and ducked, her hands over her head. “I said I was gettin --” Something slammed into me, knocking me into the same wall I’d smashed the other guy’s head into. She screamed again, and the pain splitting my head from the sound was worse than the beating I was getting. “Would you --” grunt, punch, “-- shut the --” kick, punch, grunt, “-- fuck up!”
I finally got the upper hand on the guy and flipped him to his back. Wrapping my legs around his middle, I got him in a chokehold with my back to the wall, and just held him there. I was positioned where I could keep an eye on everything until the guy quit moving.
Some of the men in the bar sat along the wall laughing and betting on who’d win. About eight had joined in the fight. I’d taken a couple of them out trying to get to the girl, but Fury was taking care of the rest. Like I’d let him have all the fun.
“Come with me,” I said, snagging her arm. She looked like she was in shock, but she didn’t resist, following me right into the fray. I put her between me and the bar since the bartender had backed off and seemed to be on the side of watching and waiting. “Stay down.” She ducked, and I jumped into the fight.
Fury was living up to his name. He laid into his enemy with fury and hate. Neither of us used a weapon, but Fury could kill just as easily with or without one. Three of the seven left were down. Fury threw himself at two of them. I took the other two. It was a short fight, but man, it felt good! One thing we never did was tear up a place if we got into a fight. It made things easier to get out of without involving the cops. Though the other guys weren’t so discriminate, we managed to keep most of the damage under control.
I whooped and hollered as I beat the shit out of several of the pricks. This was better than street fighting because my opponents got in fewer hits, and I still got to beat the shit out of someone. I couldn’t contain the laughter as I took on one after another of the men charging me. After I fought the last one off, I let my head fall back and let loose a howl of glee. Fury just gave me a “really?” look. I couldn’t help it if I liked beating the fuck out of deserving men. Call it a character flaw.
One last guy came at me with a cue stick, swinging madly. Honestly, this was exactly what I needed. A good old-fashioned bar brawl.
“Little puke,” I bit out as I ducked one swing then lunged away from another. “Know when to fuckin’ stop.” When he lunged in again, I snagged the cue stick from him and swung at his head, landing a hard blow to his temple. Blood sprayed, and the guy went down hard. I looked up and met Fury’s gaze on the other side of the room. He calmly pointed at me, his mouth open but not saying anything.
Then I heard a screech, a crash, and a thump. I turned around, and my little innocent kitten stood over the first guy, the one who’d dragged her off in the first place, with a broken cue stick in her hand and a fierce scowl on her pixie face.
“You’re not a very nice man,” she said, breathing hard. The little sundress she wore strained to contain her heaving tits. She glanced up at me, and I could see it in her face. The fight, much as she was trying to get a handle on it, turned her on mightily.
I grinned at her. “Nothin’ like a good fight.”
“I-I d-don’t think f-fighting is the answer,” she managed to get out. Her bottom lip trembled, but her face was flush and before my avid gaze, her nipples hardened under the fabric of her dress.
“No,” I agreed, then grinned at her. “But it sure is fun.” I held out my hand to her, and she gave me a startled look.
“Are you crazy?”
“All kinds of, honey. Now come on. I promise you don’t want to stay here.”
Wednesday, September 15, 2021
Shotgun (Black Reign MC)
by Marteeka Karlane
No girl was this innocent. Except I knew Esther was. Innocence clung to her like a second skin. She was hesitant, but eager to learn things outside her comfort zone. Things I knew she’d never even considered doing before tonight.
“Yes. Body shot? Remember?”
Her brows knit together for a moment before she opened her eyes wide, a happy smile splitting her face. “Oh, yeah! Let’s do that!”
She practically dragged me to the bar then stood there, swaying slightly, looking up at me with a big smile on her face. Yeah. I might have created a monster.
“You ready?” I handed her the salt shaker, and she snagged it out of my hand.
“Absolutely!” When she reached for my hand, I pulled away.
“Uh uh, doll. Not this time.” She looked confused and maybe even a little hurt. I couldn’t have that. She’d soon feel better though. I pulled her close. “Lick my neck this time.”
“Oh…” Her eyes widened. “Nuh uh!”
“What? You don’t like the idea of licking my neck? Want me to do you first? I hadn’t planned on it since I’m supposed to be the sober one, but if you insist…”
I bent to her slowly, giving her plenty of time to back out. With one hand I pulled her hair out of the way while I grabbed the salt shaker with the other. I urged her head to the side, and she went willingly. The pulse at the side of her neck was thumping like mad, and she was practically hyperventilating. When I was sure she wasn’t going to balk, I took a long, slow lick up the side of her neck. Esther squealed and clung to me. She quivered in my arms when I shook the salt onto her neck and licked again. Then I pulled back to catch her gaze as I shot the tequila and sucked the lime. Esther watched me avidly, her whole body now shaking. God, I wanted to shove my hand up her skirt and see just exactly how wet she was. I’d bet my last dollar she’d soaked her panties and had moisture dripping down her inner thighs.
“Now.” I handed her the salt. “Your turn.”
She took it with trembling fingers. “D-do I g-get to ch-choose where I lick?”
I grinned. “Anywhere you want, doll.”
For a long, long time, Esther just looked up at me. I could see the internal debate going on in her head. Truth be told, I was as anxious as she looked, just wondering where she’d choose to lick.
“If I lick it,” she said softly, “it’s mine.” As she spoke, Esther’s gaze drifted over my chest, her fingers bunching the material of my T-shirt.
“Only if you’re brave enough to take it, little doll.”
That must have been the exact right thing to say because she tugged my shirt from my pants and shoved it up my belly and chest, struggling to get it off me. With a laugh, I helped her, pulling it over my head and tossing the material down on the bar.
“Oh, wow,” she said, a look of awe on her face.
I knew I looked good. Ripped with muscle and inked all over, I’d had more than one woman worship my body. This woman, however, appreciated what she saw more than all the others combined. And, Lord help me, I appreciated her appreciation. My cock was harder than it had ever been, and she hadn’t even touched it. And I had no hope of getting her to ease it.
“Well?” I asked. “What are you going to lick, doll?”
She ran her hand over my chest and abs as if trying to decide. Finally, she settled on my chest, just over my heart. I suspected she wanted to go lower but chickened out. Which didn’t matter much. It just meant I needed to give her a little more time.
Esther licked, mimicking the way I licked her. Slow. Leisurely. Then she salted the area and licked again. She moaned before shooting the tequila. The sight was so erotic, I nearly forgot to feed her the lime. This time, she barely grimaced. Which meant she’d had enough.
She looked up at me with wonder in her eyes, and my heart melted a little. “Wow,” she said. “You taste… really, really good.” There was a silly little grin on her face, but her eyes didn’t seem as focused as they had been.
“You like it?”
“Oh, yeah,” she said. “Can I taste more?”
Tuesday, September 14, 2021
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Meiling -- All I’ve ever known is pain. My life has been far from a fairy tale. No parents. No friends. Just an endless nightmare that I can’t wake from. Until the day a man offered me his hand and promised to keep me safe. I’ve never trusted anyone before, but there’s something about him. Maybe it’s insane, but I know he won’t hurt me, and when he puts his arms around me, for the first time in my life I feel loved.
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The new-ish compound for the bikers wasn’t too terribly far from the Ruby Slipper, but walking in four-inch heels made it feel like I’d hiked for miles by the time I reached the gates. I had my large bag slung over my shoulder that had everything I owned, which wasn’t much, and I fully expected the jackass at the gate to dig through it. He eyed it a moment, then raked me over with his gaze from head to toe.
“You here to party?” he asked.
I winked and gave him a sexy smirk. “You know it.”
The guy chuckled and waved me through. I sashayed through the gates and up to the clubhouse. Music was pounding so loud I could hear it clearly through the closed door and windows. When I pushed my way inside, the thick smoke clinging to the air made my eyes sting as I squinted and tried to take it all in.
I blinked and jerked my head to the right, my jaw dropping as Beau came toward me, shoving his way through the crowd from the bar.
“What the hell are you doing here?” he asked, his tone a little harsh as he glanced around.
And just like that, the heart I’d thought I didn’t have anymore broke in two. Of course. Me being here would embarrass him. If I’d known Beau was part of the Devil’s Fury, I’d have kept my distance. The fact I hadn’t seen him since he ran should have spoken volumes. I didn’t blame him for not coming back for me. And I didn’t blame him now for the frantic way he scanned the crowd, as if he were afraid someone would link the two of us together.
“I’m sorry, Beau. I didn’t know you were part of the Devil’s Fury. I wouldn’t have come if…” I swallowed hard.
Beau jolted forward, and a large man leered down at me. “Prospect, you know the rules. Patched members get the pussy first. Go tend the bar.”
The leather vest he wore said Scorpion on it. I assumed that was his name. He wasn’t bad-looking, not that looks had ever mattered to me. But this was Beau’s territory, and I needed to leave. Looked like I’d be sleeping in my usual spot after all.
“I was just leaving,” I said.
“Really?” asked Scorpion. “Because it looked to me like you just arrived. And, honey, I have plans for you.”
“I didn’t know that…” I glanced at Beau. His jaw was clenched tight and his eyes were flashing. Yeah. I needed to leave. Seeing me would be a painful reminder to him. Thankfully, he’d never know what happened after he left. It was a secret I intended to take to my grave.
Without another word, I turned and walked out. I knew he wouldn’t follow, wouldn’t stop me. I didn’t know about the other guy, but he probably didn’t want some woman he had to chase down. I hurried through the gate and back onto the street, then made my way to the bridge on the outskirts of town. The laughter and crude jokes reached my ears long before the men came into view. I stopped, hesitating. I could still go down there, curl up and rest for a bit… for a cost.
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