Behind Blue Eyes (4 page)

“Back up on the bed!”

He pulled her by her hair as she scrambled onto the bed as best she could. He dragged her down onto the mattress. “Hang your head over the edge!”

Jasmine scooted backwards on her bound hands until her head hung over the side of the mattress.

“Spread your legs wide,” Nuke said as he reached down, fondling her breasts.

Jasmine opened her legs wider. Her ass was on fire from the correction of the strap and the ginger root, which was still deeply in place. Her tits and nipples burned and were red from his blows. Her cunt was throbbing with her need to orgasm.

Nuke placed his cock into her mouth and all the way down her throat. “Fuck yes!” he yelled as she choked on his girth. He then spread her pussy lips, leaned forward and took hold of her clit with his mouth.

Jasmine whimpered while bobbing her head up and down on his cock. She arched her hips toward his face as he ate her pussy. His hot, throbbing cock owned her mouth.

Nuke placed his knees on each side of her head. She started to suck on his balls, licking her way up and down his ass and shaft before he once again shoved his cock back into her mouth.

He pushed his cock farther down her throat. Holding himself inside of her, he let her choke again. “Hold on, baby,” he said, trying to ease her mind just a bit. He could feel her tense and struggle slightly and that turned him on even more.

He moved slightly forward and grasped her ankles, holding her down. “Fuck!” he grunted as she tried to move her head in an attempt to get air. She was bound, pinned and completely his.

It was taking all he had not to shoot off in her mouth. “A little bit longer, baby,” he said as he held his cock in her mouth.  He gripped her ankles so tight that his fingers were leaving an impression on her skin.

He reluctantly took his cock from her mouth for a moment. He slid backward and started to tease her pussy with his mouth and fingers again. Pushing her close to the edge, then stopping right before her breaking point. Then he pushed his cock back down her throat.

“You want me to fuck you?”

“Please…yes…yes. Please fuck me.” Her cries came out muffled as she continued to suck his cock.

He pulled out of her mouth again and reclined back on the mattress. Gripping the rope, he dragged her over to him.

Jasmine gasped for air as she managed to mount his hard cock with his help. Every fiber of her being was on fire and she was deliriously aroused from the scent and taste of her man. She hurt, but in a good way.

Nuke reached up and wrapped his hands around her throat. “You love that cock, don’t you whore?” he said gruffly as he squeezed ever so tightly.

“Yes, Sir! I love your big cock!” She strangled out the words as he thrust himself deeper and deeper inside of her.

He pulled her forward by her neck, bringing her face to him. He kissed her long and hard as his hands squeezed her neck.

“FUCK!” Nuke shouted against her mouth as she continued to ride him hard. This was what he needed. To be buried deep inside of her. Nothing else mattered; it was just the two of them and that was all he craved.

He clasped her throat a little harder and her face reddened. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling of controlling her air. Then he loosened his grip on her neck. “Tell me what I need to hear, baby,” he whispered into her ear.

“Thank you, Sir, for fucking my dirty pussy!” she said between wheezes.

He rubbed the front of her neck with his thumbs. “Yeah…that’s it, bitch! Ride it hard!”

“Ahhhh,” Jasmine sobbed.

“OH FUCK!” Nuke yelled and threw back his head onto the mattress. 

“Let me… please let me…!” Jasmine couldn’t get the words out.

Nuke pumped his hips into her several more times before he granted her permission to release.

“OHHH! UGGGHHH,” she screamed as a huge orgasm ravaged her body.

“SHIT…shit, shit!” Nuke shouted as he pulled her forward, capturing her mouth. He shot his load inside of her.  He released her mouth, pulled her forward to his chest and cradled her against him.

She continued to ride him slowly, squeezing every ounce of juice from his pulsating cock.

“I love you!” Jasmine moaned as she licked the sweat from his chest. “I love you so much!”

“I love you, too, baby!” Nuke felt a little less tense. He began to undo the rope that was binding her. He then flipped her over onto her back. Looking down at her with a serious look on his ruggedly handsome face, he said, “Something out of my control is coming, Jasmine, and I don’t know what it is.”

“What do you mean?” She reached up and touched his face.

“I don’t know, baby. Just this gut feeling that I have. Something bad is about to happen,” he said as he kissed her neck.

“We can make it through anything, Nuke, as long as we stick together. We have to stick together and let nothing come between us. That’s what works for us, working together as one.”

“Promise me you won’t leave me, Jasmine, no matter what?” He licked the sweat from her neck.

Jasmine moved her other hand to his face and cupped his chiseled chin. “Jason Stuart, stop!” she said firmly and she’d used his given name, so he knew she meant business. “Don’t go to the darkness. Don’t let this feeling overtake you. You have me. We have each other. There’s nothing we can’t overcome together.”

“I can’t breathe without you, Jasmine. I’m worried you’re going to get tired of the shit that keeps on happening in our life. I try and come home, you know that right? I don’t like being away from you, Jasmine.”

“I know, honey!” she said and stroked his frowning brow. “I understand that the club has to come first. It doesn’t mean that you don’t love me. It means that you have a responsibility to the club; your brothers in the Hells Vipers. You’ve schooled me well, Nuke. So has Amy and Pam. I get it, I know who I married. I married you and I inherited the club,” Jasmine joked.

“Don’t lose faith in me.” He grimaced when he spoke.

“I won’t Nuke. I promise.”

They stared at each other for a few moments and when he moved to roll off of her, she stopped him. “I see you for who you are, Nuke, and I love you. I’m not going anywhere. I know you’ve taken on a lot with the club, more than you want. I need you to know deep inside of here,” she said and placed her hand over his heart. “We’re good. We’ll always be good even when we hit a rough spot or two. You’re just tired, mentally and physically. You need to get some sleep but take this ginger root out of my ass first,” she giggled.

He halfway smiled as he reached down behind her and she shifted her leg up to give him access to remove the root. He tossed it across the room and it landed in the trash.

“Lucky shot!” she chuckled.

He laid down back down and she could feel his mood shifting even deeper into a darker place again.

“Nuke!” she climbed up on top of him. “I love you. I’m in love with you!”

“I’m in love with you, too!” He held onto her sides, caressing her soft skin. “If you leave me, Jasmine, it’ll be bad, you know that right? I know I must sound like a stalker right now.”

“Why are you talking like this? Did your brother say something to you about us?”

“No, it’s just this feeling I have. I can’t shake this feeling that something’s going to come between us.”

“You’re worried. That’s all, honey.”

“It’s more than that, Jasmine.”

“Nuke, we married each other because we want to spend the rest of our lives together.” Jasmine leaned forward, only inches from his face. “I’m a whole person because of you.  I’m a better person because of you. I’m coming into my own.” Jasmine gave him several slow, loving, deep kisses. “You’re stuck with me! Plus, you probably just knocked me up and then we’ll have a beautiful, healthy baby that will keep us up nights and ruin our sex life,” she laughed.

“Yeah,” Nuke said and smiled as he placed his hand on her stomach. “I hope you are. Then your tits will get even bigger” he chuckled.

“These will be for the baby!” Jasmine jiggled her breasts.

Nuke leaned up and licked one of her nipples. “I want the right one; the baby can have the left one. My own personal hucow. Think of what we’ll save on milk?” he laughed.

Jasmine rolled her eyes. “Pervert! It’s going to be alright, I promise.” She held Nuke’s face again. “I got your back through thick and thin.”

“Look me in the eyes and tell me again how you’ll be there no matter what?”

“I’ll always be there for you, Nuke, no matter what.”

Nuke took her left hand and kissed her wedding ring. “I love my ring on your hand.”

“I love the ring you gave me. Till death do we part, baby,” Jasmine said as she kissed him again.

Dancing with myself

Nuke was sitting outside at the patio tables with his feet propped up on one of the chairs. Holden being there brought back memories he wanted to forget. He was trying to concentrate, but his mind kept drifting back to a different place and time.

‘They feel that you brought embarrassment to the family,’
one of the psych doctors had informed Nuke.
‘Your family is going through their own version of hell. They’re looking deep within themselves. They’re agonizing over the obvious fact that they’ve raised someone with such anger and violence inside of him. The things you do not only reflect upon you but your family as well. Violence has a very long reach with many victims.’

As the psych doc’s words replayed in his mind, he went over the footage on the security cams again. Tech had found the vague image of a car but nothing that gave an indication that whomever was inside had shot at Holden and Gracie.

He removed the cigarette from his mouth and laid it on the saucer that he was using for an ashtray.

Holden and Medic approached. Holden had an apprehensive smile. This was to be expected. “Nuke, can I talk with you?” he asked.

Medic shook his head with annoyance as he moved to sit down on top of the table but Nuke motioned for him to stop. “I got this, Medic. You can go chill.”

“I’m heading home for a bit. One of my kids has this thing at school,” Medic said, then glanced over at Holden and back at Nuke. It was still hard for him to believe that they were brothers. Nuke was moody, but he was loyal to the club and the members. He was always there when you needed him. There was something about Holden, though, that made you feel slimy when you were near him. You immediately wanted to punch him in the face and then go take a shower to wash his stench off of you.

“Okay,” Nuke replied. He waited until Medic had walked away before responding to his brother.  “What do you want now, Holden?”

Nuke’s bluntness and unfriendly greeting caused Holden to back up as his entire body tensed.

“To talk, I just…” he let his voice trail off.

Nuke knew enough about people to know that when they failed to complete a sentence, it was usually because they didn’t know what to say and they wanted you to cut them a break. That didn’t work on him. Social etiquette was not one of his strong points. “You want to speak with me about what? You’ve been here less than twenty-four hours. What do you have to say to me now that you didn’t already say?”

Holden’s eyes shifted away from Nuke. He didn’t know where to start. Nuke was making this harder than he’d imagined and he thought he had pictured the worst coming from him.

“You were shot. Your girlfriend is dead,” Nuke began for him. “Her husband may or may not be the culprit and you claim you didn’t steal money from him. Am I missing something?”

“No, no you’re not. Can I at least sit down?” Holden grabbed his side and looked to where Nuke’s feet were placed in the other chair.

“Sure,” Nuke said but he didn’t move his feet.

Holden stood there for a few awkward moments, waiting on Nuke to budge from his comfortable position. That wasn’t going to happen.

Finally, he tottered over and sat down on a chair at the next table.

In the direct sunlight, he looked like hell, Nuke thought. Holden had been the perfect son. Athletic, prom king, honor roll student. He was a hollow version of that kid now. Holden began to shift nervously on the chair so much so that it started to make Nuke uncomfortable. He didn’t do well when he started to feel edgy; he’d end up lashing out. That was not something he wanted to do. When he released his anger, things could go bad quickly.

“Can I have a smoke?” Holden asked.

“I got menthols.”

“Yeah, that’s fine.”

Nuke took a cigarette from the packet, lit it and handed it to Holden.

He took several long drags before he spoke again. “I want to start by saying again that I’m sorry, Nuke.”

“Okay,” Nuke said dryly.

“I’d like to know that we’re alright just in case something happens to me. I don’t want to die with you hating me. It would mean the world to me if we could settle our differences.”

Nuke glared at him. “Can we stop with the bullshit? You lied to me and about me, and that’s something I’ll never forgive. It’s also not just about you and me. It’s all of you against me. It’s why I stayed here. It’s why I don’t visit and vice-versa. All of you passed your judgment on me a long time ago.”

“If I make it through this, I’d like to have some kind of a relationship with you. It’s never too late to start over. Even if it’s just the occasional text or phone call, you’re my brother, Nuke.”

Nuke stared at him for a moment. “I’m going to try and fix your problem for you. Then I want you gone and I never want to hear from you again.” Nuke’s voice deepened an octave and he notice that Holden scooted back in his seat.

They were quiet for several minutes. Holden was the first to speak again. “I’m sorry I lied to Mom, Dad and Megan about you.” Holden paused hoping that Nuke would say something, but he didn’t.  He decided to try another tactic. “Do you remember when we camped down at Mosey Creek? Nothing scared you. It was too dark for me. The woods and all of the weird noises. You let me have the tent and you slept outside with no flashlight or anything.  You said you’d protect me from anything that would come near the tent. It didn’t bother you one bit to be out there alone. I was scared to death.” Holden laughed. He wanted Nuke to laugh, too. All he got was a stone-cold glare.

Nuke got up from the patio table. He put his pack of cigarettes in his front pocket. He tugged at his T-shirt. It was sticking to him even though there was a slight chill in the air.

“Who did that tattoo on your temple, the bullet wound? It looks real,” Holden called out before Nuke could retreat inside the clubhouse.

“I did,” Nuke responded.

“You do most of your tattoos, don’t you?”

“Yeah, I do.”

“You were always a good artist. You should have gone to art school. It’s not too late.”

Nuke’s head turned towards a noise coming from one of the storage buildings. That idiot Rocket was tripping over a trash can.

“Do you go to Sturgis? I watch that show about one of the bars in Sturgis, the Full Throttle Saloon. That place looks amazing. I’d love to go sometime. Maybe we could go together. Have a brother vacation, get to know one another again.”

At first Nuke didn’t reply. He was debating whether he should continue talking to Holden at all. He decided to answer his question. “I’ve been. A few of us go every year. We sell 822 supporter merchandise to the civilians. We make tons of money. I prefer smaller rallies. A lot of the bars at Sturgis don’t want clubs to wear their colors inside their establishments. We have a national rally around the same time. We go to our meeting, then we split off and some go to Sturgis and some come back here or ride on to other rallies.”

“You go this year?”

“Yeah, Jasmine had never been. She wanted to experience it.”

“Did she have fun?”

“Yes, but what she really loved is when I took her to some of the historical sites in the area.”

“That’s good. So she’s cool with all of this?” Holden pointed around him.

“It’s getting easier for her. She’s not a girly-girl. She can handle herself if it comes to that.”

“Yeah, I can’t imagine you with a high-maintenance woman. Was she one of those women, the club groupies, what are they called, Snake Swallowers?”

Nuke shook his head.

“What does she do for a living? Is she a stripper? Those chicks that work at Club Throttle are hot as hell.”

“She takes care of me. That’s a full-time job in itself.” Nuke actually cracked a smile for a moment. “She’s also a nurse sometimes.”

“What do you mean sometimes?”

“She fills in when it’s needed at the clinic.”

“What kind of nurse is she? Where is the clinic at?”

“Why?” Nuke was back to being defensive.

Holden let out a quick breath of frustration. “I’m just trying to have a conversation with you. We’re family.”

“So you keep on reminding me.”

Holden looked down at the ground. “Do you think it would be possible for her to look at my gunshot wound? It would be nice to get to know my sister-in-law.”

Nuke’s eyes narrowed with suspicion. “Medic will make sure that you don’t have any difficulties. She’s inside. If you try anything with her, I promise you, they won’t find your body!” There was nothing but pure reality in Nuke’s words. “I mean it, Holden. You fucking disrespect my wife and my marriage in any way shape or form, I’ll fucking gut you!”

Holden swallowed the lump in his throat. He mumbled that he understood. “I won’t, man. I swear. I wouldn’t do anything to mess with your relationship.” Holden glanced around the compound before looking back into Nuke’s deadly stare. “I don’t know how you do this biker lifestyle. I couldn’t survive in a club; it’s too intense. You guys are always so serious about everything. Hell, I could barely survive rehab.”

“You went to rehab? For what?” A surprised look crossed Nuke’s face for an instant. If Holden would have blinked at a different moment, he would have missed it but he hadn’t. That single gesture told him all he needed to know. His protective older brother was still inside the tattooed biker standing before him.

“I used to drink way too much, but I’ve been sober for a year now.” Holden took out his one-year sobriety coin and showed it to Nuke.

“I’ve been there; it’s hard staying clean. You need a good support system.” Nuke said, sincerely meaning his advice.

“I hope I can keep it up.” Holden looked at the coin and placed it back in his front pocket.

Nuke signaled with his head for the hang-around Brock to come over again. “Keep an eye on him,” he said and pointed at Holden. As far as Nuke was concerned, his conversation with his brother was over. He’d had enough of their fake bonding time. He walked past Holden, and as his hand touched the handle of the clubhouse door, Holden stood up.

“Nuke, wait, um can I get something to eat?”

Nuke turned around. This was more social interaction that he cared to have today. “Take him to the kitchen. Have one of the Honeys make him some food.”

“Thanks!” Holden called out.

Nuke let out a guttural sound and walked into the clubhouse without even glancing back to see his smirking little brother.

***

Holden sat at the kitchen table eating his second sandwich. A talkative petite girl name Zoe was sitting at the table with him. She had prepared the food for him. He’d learned that she was happy to no longer be a Snake Swallower and now be considered a Honey. She was also trying desperately to get him interested in her. Getting distracted by a woman who obediently followed the Hells Vipers was not on his list of things to do. “How do you work for the club?” he asked between bites. “Do they pay you?”

“No, I do whatever they tell me to do. Mostly I entertain guests of the club. I also sell things for them. It’s not a job, job. It means they expect more from me now.”

“What do you sell, their 822 supporter stuff?”

Zoe laughed, “No silly, pussy and anything else they tell me to. Well, sometimes I sell their supporter gear. I cook, clean. I think I’ll make a good old lady to someone. I can be loyal. Just need to find the right guy.” Zoe continued to sell herself, Holden realized, feeding him her profile along with a sandwich.

“I’m sure a beautiful girl like you won’t have any trouble finding the right man.”

Zoe beamed at the compliment, thinking Holden seemed a lot nicer than Nuke. “Do you want me to suck your dick?”

Holden stop in mid-chew. “Um, I uh, I’ve been shot.”

“You were shot in your dick?” A concerned look covered her face as she bent over to glance under the table.

He laughed, nearly choking on the sandwich. “No, no. I’m saying I don’t know if I’m up to it. I recently lost someone dear to me. I do appreciate the offer.”

“Oh, okay. Well we can try when you’re finished eating if you want. I’m good at it, ask Nuke. He’s fucked me, too. These guys love my pussy.”

Holden was taken aback. “His wife is cool with that or she doesn’t know?”

“It was before he got with her,” Zoe replied.

“Oh, so what’s she like, his wife? I haven’t had the pleasure of meeting her yet.”

She turned up the corner of her mouth with a smile that said more than he knew she intended. “She’s alright. We’re cool and all, but we don’t hang out or anything. She’s an old lady; you know how they can be.”

“Actually, no, I don’t. How are they?”

She twirled the end of her multi-colored blondish hair. “I don’t know.” She glanced behind her. “Do you have any more brothers?”

She seemed a bit nervous about speaking ill of Nuke’s wife. “No,” Holden said before his attention immediately went to the stunning woman who had just walked into the kitchen. Exotic beauty was an understatement. Her long dark hair hung just past her shoulders. She barely had on any makeup except black eyeliner and lip gloss. Her skin was smooth like caramel. She did not belong here. Maybe she was…he couldn’t think of a valid reason for her to be here.