Behind Blue Eyes (7 page)

Fake it

A smile crossed Ella’s face; she’d get her car back. She showered and changed into something casual yet a bit sexy. She liked teasing Pipe and he had been a life-saver since her car had broken down. It had taken a bit longer than he’d expected to get the part, but it had finally come in. It was even cute how she could tell that it upset him that she wouldn’t allow him to meet her kids.

She might be slightly attracted to him and she was leaning toward having sex with him. However, there was no way in hell she’d bring a man like that around her children. The Hells Vipers were criminals and that was not the kind of man she wanted to have an influence on her babies.

Ella took a cab over to the garage on Harvester Street. She told the driver to keep on driving when she saw the five big grim reaper-looking biker dudes parked out front of the auto repair shop. She didn’t realize that they dominated one entire section of a street.

The driver went around the block several times, and she finally had to get up the guts to tell him to stop when she saw the meter price rising.

Before he dropped her off, he asked her if she wanted him to wait. She quietly said no. The cab driver then drove away without asking again. It was at that moment that she wished she had dressed differently or brought her mace with her.

Taking a deep breath, she headed toward the door marked office. She noticed that this was only the auto repair section and that the other part of their compound was gated off. This gave her some relief. The redhead sitting behind the counter looked up from her magazine. She looked agitated, which put Ella on edge.

“Is Pi… Pipe here?” It dawned on her at that moment that she didn’t know his name.

“Who are you?” The redhead looked at her with her nose scrunched up.

“Ella. So, is he here? He told me to ask for him.” By the way the redhead was looking at her, Ella figured she must be Pipe’s woman.

“No, he’s not here,” she replied, then went back to her magazine.

Ella stood there for a moment. Did this woman just blow her off? “I need my car. Is there someone else who can help me?” Ella stood there for a second gaining her composure. She then turned around and walked out. It was stupid for her to come here in the first place without calling him first. She was standing outside, trying hard to avoid eye contact with anyone wearing a Hells Vipers insignia, when a familiar deep voice called her name.

“Are you leaving?” She turned around and saw Pipe coming toward her.

“She said you weren’t here.”

“Screw her. She’s pissed at her old man.”

“Are you her man?”

“Fuck no! Sal, he’s one of the mechanics that works for us.”

“Oh.”

“You look good early in the morning.”

She had on a white cotton dress with a V-neck and empire waist. It had a flirty, high-low hemline and the shoulder straps showed off her recent tan. The dress showed off her size 34 double C-cup. She purposely hadn’t worn a bra, and her hard nipples were poking out through the thin material of the dress.  She looked good and she knew it, from the top of her head straight down to the tips of her pedicured toes, which were sticking out of the open-toed, white wedge sandals.

“Come on in,” he said as he wrapped his arm around her waist and ushered her back inside.

The redhead with the attitude looked up from her magazine again.

“I ain’t here, huh?” he said to her as they walked by.

“I thought she was that girl, the one you told me about. You said to say you wasn’t here.” She looked apologetic.

Ella ignored the little green monster trying to whisper in her ear.

He shot her a look, then closed the door behind them as they entered a back office.

Ella immediately pushed his hand off her waist. “Is my car ready?” she asked.

Pipe crossed his arms and leaned back onto the desk with his long legs stretched out in front of him.

“It will be in less than an hour, I promise.” He held up two fingers like a scout.

“Are you really not going to charge me anything for repairing my car?”

“Not a dime. It’s on the house.”

“Hmmm.” She looked around the garage. “Is this place legit?”

Pipe chuckled. “Yeah, it’s legit. Real law-abiding citizens like yourself bring vehicles here and we repair them. We pay taxes, too. I have insurance because I’m a full-time employee working for a legal company. We’re closed on Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Year’s. But there is an emergency number you can call for a tow.”

“You know what I mean, Pipe. Don’t get offended. It’s not like the Hells Vipers Motorcycle Club is listed under clubs to join in the city.”

“Yet you’re still here in spite of thinking we’re all criminals.”

“I need my car repaired,” Ella replied as she looked out of a window. She noticed a car being towed into the garage and several more people who didn’t look like criminals picking up their vehicles, including a woman with her children.

“If you lower your bitch shield, you might get something better out of the deal than that piece of shit you drove in here.”

“Yeah, right. How long have you been a biker?”

“Got my first motorcycle when I was fifteen.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“I’ve been Hells Viper for seventeen years.”

“What’s up with that girl the redhead was talking about?”

He cracked a smile. “You had to go there, huh?”

“I’m just trying to chit-chat. I don’t care who you screw.”

“She’s nothing for you to worry about. A Snake Swallower that got too attached.”

“I’m not worried. What you stick your dick in is your business, and I don’t even want to know what a Snake Swallower is.”

He smirked. “You’d be popular if you were one. I didn’t think you would be brave enough to show up here today. I figured I’d have to call. Or should I say, I didn’t think you’d lower your standards to enter the Viper garage.”

“I thought about not coming, letting you bring it to me at Club Mirror tonight, but I really need my car back. You never told me: are you married, divorced, kids, busy impregnating women?” she asked as she sat down in a chair in front of him. The springs in the seat were shot so she sunk down low and her dress flew up. She pushed herself back up out of the hole and scooted to the edge of the chair like nothing had happened.

“Naw,” he said in a quiet voice as he shifted his eyes from her crotch back up to her face.

“Could you be more obvious?” She pretended to be annoyed but she was glad that he was checking her out.

“Why? All I do when I see you is think about how good your pussy must taste.  How sexy your mouth would look wrapped around my dick.  I just got a pussy shot, and you think I’m not going to look? You must be crazy.”

“I don’t know what to say now. How am I supposed to respond to that?”

“Fucking me would help.”

“You’re really crude, you know that?”

“Yep!”

They stared at each other. Her heart was pounding so loud that it drowned out the sounds coming from the garage. “Do I wait here for my car?” she asked when she finally found her voice to speak.

Pipe stared at her for a moment. “Come on.” He extended his hand. “I’ll take you a tour. We got plenty of places to fuck on the compound.”

“I’m not having SEX with you!” She took his hand and he helped her up from the chair.

“Yeah, you are, sooner or later. No woman can resist my pipe!”

***

“I take it the Hells Vipers don’t recruit anyone under six feet tall?” Ella asked with a laugh as a tall man walked by them.

“Our club president is only about five-foot-nine. He’s the meanest motherfucker around here. That guy isn’t a Hells Viper by the way. He just works here.”

“Oh, so is the club president meaner than you?”

“Me? I’m a lover not a fighter.” Pipe smiled as he led her through the locked gate and then to the club house.

Ella stopped just as he entered. “If I go in there, you swear that I’ll come out alive and unscathed?”

“It’s daytime, sweetie, no one here to violate you but me!” he joked.

She hesitated. He cocked an eyebrow, then stepped back next to her. “Never mind, I thought you might want to sit down on a chair that wasn’t broken while we get your car ready.”

“Nothing’s going to happen to me in there, right?”

“Look, I know what everyone thinks, but we do have lives outside of screwing the random maiden in distress. Do you want to sit down or not?”

“Yes, I do.” Her heart was beating fast and she couldn’t catch her breath as she followed him inside the clubhouse. It was cleaner than she imagined but the smell of beer and cigarettes along with the familiar scent of marijuana faintly filled the air. Several members glanced in their direction, then went back to their conversations.

“Have a seat!” he said, taking her into a room and shutting the door. Inside were a sectional sofa and several comfortable-looking chairs, as well as a flat-screen television on the wall that was connected to a game system.

“Is this the entertainment room?” she asked without sitting down.

“Kind of.”

She hadn’t noticed the small refrigerator in the corner until Pipe reached in and took out a beer. “You want something to drink? I got beer, some water bottles in here and that looks to be about it.”

“No, I’m fine, thank you.”

Pipe stepped in closer to her.

Ella didn’t move. She didn’t run for the door and he liked that about her. She might be afraid of the big bad biker, but she wasn’t about to let it show, too much.  Smart move on her part.

“Do you really like this life?” She studied him. If he shaved, put on a suit, he really would be a very attractive man. Nothing was going to take away the fact that he was a member of a motorcycle gang.

“Yes, I do.”

“Why, because it’s exciting?”

“We’re family. It’s good to be with like-minded people with a common goal: Loyalty to the club.”

“Should you be drinking on the job? You are a full-time employee, remember,” she joked.

“It’s my break time.” Pipe smirked

She rolled her eyes and shook her head. “Must be nice to be able to drink on the job,” she grinned.

He chanced it and cupped her chin in his hand and kissed her soundly on the lips.

She didn’t slap him or push him away so he guided her backward to the sofa using his body. He sat his beer down on the end table without taking his mouth from her lips. He then maneuvered his hands up to her breasts and cupped her delicious mounds. He took his mouth from hers and stared into her eyes unwavering.

“I want you, but if you want me to stop, I’ll understand,” he said, keeping his voice low and as non-threatening as possible.

“I’m a big girl, Pipe; I can handle myself. If I fuck you, it doesn’t mean anything. I’m not your girl. I don’t want you coming by my house. It’s just fucking.”

“Just fucking is fine by me.” His muscles twitched in his jaw as he fought to control himself. “Take your dress off,” he commanded.

He saw a flash of uncertainty appear in her eyes. He kept his position for a moment before he moved back several inches. She hesitated but she reached behind her and started removing her dress. It slid off her shoulders, and she wiggled her hips slightly and let it fall to the floor.

She had a look like, “What am I getting myself into?” on her face. It made her seem even more exposed and that turned Pipe on. He was going to do his best to not lose control, but he wanted to fuck her until she lay sweaty, weak and drained, then fuck her some more.

Her creamy sun-kissed skin looked delicious. She wore a nude-colored thong. Maybe she had been expecting more to happen today. She was about to get it whether she was prepared for it or not. His cock was already hard and it was taking all he had in him not to throw her down and hogtie her with his leather belt.

“I want to see all of you. Take everything off,” he ordered her.

She squinted as she looked at him. “Wait, this, this is, I don’t know. Don’t you want to just kiss me and we just, start?”

Maybe he had overplayed his hand and misjudged her but his instinct about her told him no. She might not be a Snake Swallower, but Ella and all of her attitude was just as horny as he was. She only needed a nudge in the correct direction. “Never mind. I’m not playing this game with you. It’s getting old. I don’t take directions from women. If we’re going to fuck, we do it my way or you leave. What’s it going to be?” he asked her.

“What?” she didn’t know where to put her hands; either pull her dress back up or leave it down. Part of her liked his tone; part of her was offended by it.

He smiled and relaxed his intense stance slightly. “You’re beautiful and I want to watch you strip. Is that so bad?”

She gave him a shy smile as she shook her head. He nearly let out a growl as she looked up at him. “I want you!” he said in a harsh whisper as he put his hand on her cheek, caressing her face. Then he let his hand drift down to her shoulder. “Now take your panties off for me. Let me take you in with my eyes before I take your body.”