Ryker's Baby (20 page)

Class ended early when the professor made some excuse about having to go to the doctor. He probably was going to office to screw one of his assistants. Why was I paying so much for college when even the teachers didn't want to be there? I collected my heavy books and left, dreading the four-hour wait until my next class started.

I walked across the large green lawn with students sunbathing on towels. This was a school not a beach. Did these girls come to class wearing skimpy bikini's or did they bring them in their backpacks? They probably weren't even enrolled in classes here. I sat down on the edge of a planter and went over my notes for my next class: Algebra 101. I thought I could avoid math when I got to college but it turned out to be a requirement for my major.

I wanted to become a physical therapist to help people get back on their feet. The salary for entry positions were high so that couldn't hurt either. I had already done forty hours or so of volunteer work and loved it so far. Maybe I could finally move away and get out from under Byron's thumb.

My parents died when I was too young to remember and I was adopted by a nice black family. All I remember them telling me was that they died in a car crash. I'd later find out that they were shot and killed coming out of a convenience store. Who the fuck goes and shoots up a convenience store? They barely hold any cash.

It was a little weird at first, being the only white person in the house but I got used to it fairly quickly. My adopted parents were so nice to me. My adopted brother Byron was only a few years older than me and he acted like a true big brother. The only problem was he got more and more protective as we grew up. He'd go as far as preventing me from dating, telling boys in high school that he'd shoot them up. Hell, I didn't even get to go to my senior prom because Byron scared my date into bailing on me. The funny thing was, back then, Byron didn't even own a gun. He was all talk. Nobody wanted to mess with a big black man. Especially me.

“Emily, you need to stop studying!” a voice yelled from far away.

I looked up from my notes to see Heather bouncing to me, wearing nothing but a gold bikini. Her blonde short hair looked golden in the sunlight. I'd die to trade her my boring brown hair. Heather had been one of my best friends in high school and we both went off to the same college. After awhile though, our interests kind of grew in different directions. I was more into school work and Heather was more into getting laid every day of the week. This was supposed to be the time we figured out who we were and what we wanted to do with the rest of our lives. Not how many dicks can I fit in my pussy.

“I can't stop, there might be a pop quiz today.”

Heather plopped down next to me, stretching and yawning. “You need to relax a bit. Every time I see you, you're stressed out to the max. You're going to blow a gasket if you don't take care of yourself. Lay off the books for a moment and take in all the surroundings.” Heather kicked her tanned legs out like she was a little girl.

I rolled my eyes at her. Heather always knew how to blow things out of proportion. “How can you wear a bikini around school?” I asked, trying to change the subject. Heather's boobs were almost falling out of her top. I'd be worried constantly that a nipple would slip out.

Heather looked down at her outfit and fixed her bikini top so her tits didn't flop out. “If you hadn't noticed, Emily, it's a hundred degrees out. Plus the boys can't stop staring. You should really try showing some more skin. The guys would love to get a glimpse at those big knockers of yours. I don't know why you keep them covered up so much.”

I blushed, looking down at my baggy t-shirt. My breasts had developed at an early age and I was pretty self-conscious about how big they were. Girls in junior high used to make fun of me in the locker room all the time. Add on the constant back strain and it was no wonder I didn't feel like flaunting them around like Heather.

Heather slapped my jeans, laughing. “There's a big party tonight at some frat house tonight. I only got an invite because I know a guy that knows a guy. I'm allowed to bring someone and I thought it'd be fun if you came with.”

I shook my head immediately. “Not my kind of thing, Heather.” She always knows a guy that knows a guy. She probably slept with both of them.

Heather draped her arm around me and made those puppy-dog eyes. “Oh pretty, pretty please, Emily. There's going to be so many hot guys. We can finally find you a man.”

“I don't need a man,” I replied, turning my attention back to my notes.

Heather grabbed my shoulders and shook me. “You frustrate me so much, Emily. You're so sexy and can get any guy you want. Yet you do nothing about it.”

My baggy shirt and loose jeans deemed otherwise. “So not true, Heather. I've never even been asked out by a guy before.”

Heather looked me straight in the eyes. “That's because you never put yourself out there. How can anyone ask you out when your head is stuck in a book? Come to the party tonight and I'll show you.”

I closed my eyes and shook my head, hoping that Heather would just vanish. I really needed to get back to studying. If there was a pop quiz in Algebra, I was going to be screwed.

Heather leaned over and whispered in my ear, “John is going to be there.”

My eyes shot open and my ears perked up. John was the dreamy hot guy that took a lot of the same classes as me. I fantasized all the time about him taking me in his arms and kissing my lips passionately. He asked me once for notes and I about creamed myself in my seat.

“Doesn't matter, Heather. Even if I worked up the nerve to talk to him, John would never go with a girl like me,” I told her.

Heather stretched out my baggy t-shirt that said Camp Winnmore. “Not when you wear stuff like this. Come over to my dorm after class and I'll make you look like a knockout tonight. John will be eating out of your hands. Maybe he'll eat something else.” She winked at me.

I blushed again. The thought of John running his tongue up and down my slit made me ooze wetness between my thighs. I shoved Heather hard and she rocked back. “You're so gross,” I said.

“Don't try to deny it, Emily. You know you want it.”

I tried to ignore Heather and continue studying. Maybe going out tonight wouldn't be so terrible.

“Calm the fuck down, everyone,” Blaze yelled. The wood table we sat around had only a half of a spider carved into it. Tater was taking his sweet time finishing it. The meeting room went quiet as we turned our attention to the President. “The Mexicans are completely out of the picture. We don't need to worry about them anymore. At least for now. But the Blacks own the east side of Sacks County and they want our territory. We've tried to negotiating with them but Byron won't talk peace. He wants all of it—even if the streets are stained with blood.”

Cash spoke up, taking off his glasses and rubbing the bridge of his nose. “How can we take out the Fires of Hell without tearing this MC apart?”

E-Z tied his hair into a ponytail. “We need leverage.”

“What could we possibly get on Byron that would make him give up his thirst for killing Devil's Hellions members?” I asked.

Blaze nodded. “Byron has a sister. A white girl.”

“I never knew he had a sister. How do you know she's not just some white pussy Byron's playing with because he's bored,” Tank added.

Blaze relaxed in his chair and smiled. “I saw the records. She was adopted.”

I slammed my fist on the table, bringing everyone's attention to me. “No offense, Prez, but aren't we forgetting a pretty fucking important rule: no family. Even if she's only adopted we still can't go after her.” A couple other members mumbled and agreed with me. The no family rule was unspoken between the MCs. We didn't touch their family and they didn't touch ours.

Blaze stared at me for a moment, calculating just what I was thinking. He did this all the time back in high school. Made us believe he could read our minds. “That rule has protected our loved ones for a long time. But this is exactly what we need to surprise Byron and bring him down to his knees.”

“So what are you suggesting, Prez?” Coal asked.

Blaze cracked his knuckles. “We don't hurt his sister. We just borrow her for awhile and give her back to Byron.”

This wasn't making any sense to me. We worked so hard to get where we were and Blaze was making a rash decision. Bringing family into this would open up a can of worms none of us wanted. “And he's just supposed to kill himself in exchange for his sister?”

Blaze folded his arms across his chest. He didn't usually get this much blow back during a meeting. Maybe I was pushing a little too hard? But I was sick and tired of following him blindly into battle. Some of us were going to get fucking killed because of him.

E-Z laughed. “No, we don't have him kill himself. We make him trade us his drugs and weapons for the girl. Make him powerless. He won't be able to fight back without any power.” E-Z was the Veep and Blaze's best friend. He'd shoot himself in the face if Blaze asked him too.

They weren't thinking this through. How could we trust that Byron would give us everything and not hold back a whole stash of weapons? Before I could bring up my point, Blaze brought the table to a vote.

Everyone agreed with the plan except for Tater and I.

Blaze grinned, eying both of us. “Motion is passed. I want Tater and Pain to follow the girl and pick her up. Make sure Byron doesn't find out. We don't want him hitting us with our pants down.”

I couldn't believe he was putting both of us on this—the only ones that disagreed with him. The room cleared out and I stayed behind to speak with Blaze.

“What do you want, Pain?” he asked, sitting calmly at the head of the table.

“This won't work, Blaze. You're going to get us all killed.”

Pain slammed his fist against his chest. “What does this patch say, motherfucker?”

His voice boomed through my chest. “President,” I replied.

“Damn right, Pain. You better remember that before you go mouthing off. Get the fuck out of my sight.”

The blood boiling in my veins screamed at me to make him pay. But punching him in the jaw would only make matters worse. Could get me killed.

I relaxed my fists and took a deep breath, leaving the room. Tater was outside checking on his bike. “You know where we're supposed to find her?”

Tater nodded, strapping his helmet on. “E-Z told me. She goes to Sacks County Community College.”

Tater was one fat son of a bitch. He heaved himself onto his bike that could barely hold his weight. We were both on the football team together in high school. Tater was on the offensive line, protecting the QB from rushers. He was big and heavy which made him impossible to be moved. I played on defense, finding holes in the line and taking down the opponent's quarterback with a brutal tackle.

We rode to the outskirts of town and all the way there, I couldn't stop thinking about Blaze fucking over this club. It was his idea to create the thing in the first place but now he was going to ruin it with his arrogance. Did I really want to follow his orders anymore?

I'd never been to the college before. The place looked like one of those ivy league schools you see in those pamphlets. Didn't even bother applying with my terrible grades in high school. My mom wasn't around anymore to care and my dad was too far down the bottle. The Devil's Hellions MC was all I needed.

“So how are we supposed to find this chick?” I asked Tater.

Tater grinned, his mouth stretching from ear to ear. “Don't worry, E-Z gave me a photo and her school schedule.” He passed me a crumpled up photo out of his chest pocket.

She had long curly dark hair and blue eyes that stared right back at me. Her smile showed a little bit of teeth and her red lips were perfect and plump. My cock throbbed in my pants just looking at her picture. If Tater wasn't around I could go the bathroom and stroke my hard rod until the photo was dripping with my warm cum.

“Fucking hot, isn't she?” Tater said, drooling at the photo. “I'd like to bend that piece of ass over and show her a real man.

“Then she'd still be looking after you were done with her.”

Tater snatched the photo from me and placed it safely back in his pocket, throwing me a death glance. “Her last class of the day is Algebra.”

Little Miss Fuck Me Hard walked out of her math class holding a bunch of textbooks. We watched from afar on our bikes as she strolled down the hallway, staring down at a book. Her over-sized t-shirt and loose blue jeans weren't very flattering but she had huge tits that no amount of bagginess could hide.

Tater breathed hard next to me. “I'd fucking kill someone to make her scream my name in bed.”

I imagined her beneath me, naked in all her glory, my lips suckling her hard nipples. She yelled my name over and over again as I forced my cock in and out of her tight pussy.

“Fucking pay attention, Pain,” Tater said, snapping me back to reality. “The girl is almost gone.”

The chick rounded a corner and we followed close behind until she came to a dorm hall. “When should we grab her?” Tater asked.

The place was bustling with kids going in and out of the dorms. “We're not in a rush. We can't take her in broad daylight. I'd rather not get the law on us. Let's wait until dark and take her then.”

Tater rubbed his hands together and licked his lips. “Blaze better let us have a couple rounds with her.”

Even if Blaze denied us our rights to her I was going to have her anyways. She was that smoking hot.