Fighting to Stay (3 page)

“Well, why didn’t you say so?  Come in, take a seat.”

“Oh.  Okay.”  I walk in and
sit.  “I’m Lacey,” I hold my hand out to shake his.

“Mitch,” he replies, taking my hand.  “But I think we covered that yesterday,” he laughs.

We spend the next half an hour going over my schedule (which, considering I just moved to town and have nothing else going on, doesn’t take long).  Then, we draw up a roster and he takes me out to meet Candy, the lady who was working the bar when I came in.

“Candy can show you the ropes,” he tells me.  “I got work to do.  I’ll see you tomorrow at five.”

“Thank you,” I say, as he walks away.

“So, you’re the new girl,” Candy states, looking me up and down.  “
You ever worked in a bar?”

“
Sure have.”

“Good.  I’m sure you’ll do fine.  Now come along with me and I’ll show you ‘round.”

Despite her hard, weathered exterior, Candy is actually pretty nice.  We sit and chat for a while and then I head off.  I stop at the store to pick up some fixin’s for dinner and then make my way back to Jenn’s.

“How did the interview go?”  Jenn asks as soon as I walk through the front door.

“It was good.  I thought I had the wrong place because I stopped by there the other day and Mitch told me he’d already hired someone.  Turns out that someone was me, we both just didn’t know it,” I laugh.

“Good.  Mitch is a good guy.”

“Candy is pretty nice too,” I tell her as I start to prepare the food.

“Uh-huh.  She comes across all tough and mean, but she’s really a big softie once you get to know her.  She’ll look after you.”

“You want some food?”  I ask, dishing up the fried chicken fingers.

“Yep,” Jenn grabs one and stuffs it in her mouth. “Oo-Oo-Oo! Dang those are
hot
.  I think I burned the taste buds off of my tongue.” 

I burst out laughing as Jenn jumps around, fanning her mouth.  “Here,” I stop laughing long enough to hand her a glass of water.  “Next time wait until they’ve been out of the fryer for five minutes before you shove them in your mouth.”

“Smartass,” she grumbles. 

I grab our plates and we spend the rest of the evening talking and laughing.  I’ve so missed this.  You don’t realize how draining it is to always be on guard.  It’s nice to just relax.  To just
be.

“Hey, Candy,”
I wave.

“Hi, girl. How was your first week?”

I finish wiping off a table as I answer.

“It was good.  Busy, but good.”  I wasn’t lying, either.  My first week had gone well.  I was a quick learner and it didn’t take me long to get
back into the swing of things.

Now, it was Saturday afternoon and I was just about finished
with my shift.

“Good,”
she nods.  “You better head out.  Jenn will kick my ass if you go home late.  That will make her late to seeing Switch, and I don’t want any part of that.”

I laugh at her dramatics, but I know she’s right.  Jenn has been hell on wheels these past few days, knowing she’d get to see Switch soon.  I don’t want to be the one to delay their reunion.

“Okay, I’m off.  Have a good night.”

~*~

“Ready?”  Jenn asks.

“I think so.  Are you sure I look okay?  I don’t want to look like I’m overdoing it…or underdoing it, for that matter,” I grimace.

“You look smokin’ hot, Lace.  Now come on.  I want to see my man.”  She tugs my arm towards the door.

“Okay,” I laugh.  “Let’s go.”

We get in Jenn’s car and she drives us a few miles from her place.  We pull up in front of a massive closed gate.  It must be at least ten feet tall and it’s covered in some sort of dark gauze material so we can’t see through it.  Large rings of barbed wire run along the top of the gate and continue along the fencing that surrounds the building. 

A second later, the gate is opened by a young man wearing a leather jacket.  He gives Jenn a wave, which she returns.  Then she drives past and parks next to a bunch of other cars and motorcycles. 

Jenn practically bounds out of the vehicle, tearing across the yard to a man who’s waiting with outstretched arms.  I watch as she launches herself into his arms and begins kissing him deeply.  I take that moment to have a look around.  The building is really large and looks like an old warehouse.  There’s a swing set and sand pit beside some old picnic tables and some kids are running around playing ball. 

“Lacey!” Jenn shouts, gesturing for me to go over.

“Hey,” I smile at the man.  His arms are wrapped tight around my best friend.  He looks rough, but his eyes are gentle.

“Switch,” he nods.

“Uh, hey Switch.  I’m Lacey.”

“Know that,” he says, his lip twitching.

“Let’s go on in and I’ll introduce you to the girls.”

I follow Jenn inside and she leads me around, introducing me to the old ladies.  Most of the girls seem nice.  I meet Veronica, LuAnn, Sal and Brie, and we sit around talking for a while.  I find out they’ve all
got kids and they’re all
really
happy to see their men home safe.

“Let’s get some shots.”  Jenn suggests.  Everyone agrees and we make our way over to the bar.

“Tequila shots all round,” Veronica tells the girl behind the bar.  I try not to take much notice, but as she reaches up to grab the bottle of alcohol off the shelf, her skirt rides up, exposing her bare ass cheeks.  I blush and look away.  Jenn shakes her head and whispers, “Club whore,” in my ear.

We take our tray of shots and walk back to the table.

“So, sweetie, Jenn tells us you been working at Twenty Two Oh Eight Bar?” Brie asks, before throwing her second shot back.

“Yep.  I’m loving it so far.  I’ve only been there a week, though,” I reply.

“Mitch is a great guy.  He won’t do wrong by you,” Sal chimes in.

“Cheers,” Jenn holds her glass out into the center of the table.  “To our men being home safe, and to great friendships.”

We all clink glasses and chorus, “Cheers.”  I tip the glass to my lips and let the alcohol burn a trail down my throat.

“Beer,” a deep, gravelly voice sounds from beside me.  I turn to look at the man and I blink, slowly.  Then I swallow the saliva that has suddenly pooled in my mouth.  He is gorgeous. 
The noise of the party fades and unashamedly, I let my eyes travel his body.  He’s massive, compared to me.  He must be at least six foot three.  His black hair is cropped shorter than some of the other bikers.  His jaw is chiseled and his eyes are sparkling blue.  I look down further.  His skin is dark, like he’s got foreign blood running through his veins.  His shoulders are broad and a black shirt stretches across his chest.  The hem disappears into a pair of low slung, well fitted jeans and on his feet are chunky black motorcycle boots.  I feel a cackle of energy zap between us, but I ignore it.  He’s enchanting.  I look up to meet his eyes and he smiles.  Not one, but two, dimples appear in his cheeks.

Fuck
.

He winks at me and then drawls, “Evenin’, sugar
.”

I feel my face heat as I reply on a whisper, “Evening.”

He grabs his beer off the counter and walks away.  I turn, and my eyes are glued to his ass as he saunters off outside to the men.

Oh my Lord.
He’s a triple threat.  Tall, dark
and
handsome.
I squeeze my thighs together and shift on the spot.  I want that man so badly.  I can feel my nipples straining against the fabric of my bra and the friction only causes more wetness to dampen my panties. 

~*~

After we’ve all had something to eat and the kids have all gone off with babysitters, someone turns the music up and the party really starts.  Jenn, the girls and I spend hours drinking, dancing, talking and laughing.  I’ve never had so much fun in my life.

In the early hours of the morning, the men come in and drag their women willingly off to their rooms for the rest of the night. 
Switch came in about an hour before and carried a drunken, passed out Jenn away, so I have no idea where I’m supposed to be sleeping.  My inebriated mind doesn’t care too much though, and when I spy an old couch, I decide that’s where I will crash.

I stumble over and face plant.  It’s a bad idea for two reasons.  One, it smells like stale alcohol, puke and bodily fluids.  Two, it’s not very cushioned, so instead of falling into a floating cloud, like I expected, I meet a very hard wooden frame, with not much padding. I groan. 
Fuck my life.

I stand and start walking down a hall, hoping I can find an empty bed.  Before I can go any further than a few feet, I hear a rough voice speak behind me, at the same time as a firm, calloused hand wraps around my elbow.  A shiver travels through me.  “Lookin’ for something, sugar?”

I stare straight ahead as I answer. “Just somewhere to sleep.”

“Look at me,” he commands.

“Why,” I mutter, still facing away from him.

“Look at me, sugar,” he repeats
, his voice gentler. 

I turn to look at him and my breath catches.  God, he’s gorgeous.  “Triple
threat,” I whisper.  My hand reaches out so my palm can cup his lightly bearded jaw.  My thumb strokes lazy patterns through the rough stubble, occasionally grazing the edge of his bottom lip, as I look at him, completely mesmerized. 

He bends down and before I know it, our lips are sealed together.

He takes my mouth in a searing kiss.  It’s hot, wet and totally consuming.  So consuming, I forget where I am and what I’m doing.  My back slams into the wall behind me and I whimper when he grinds his hardness into my softness.  His resulting growl only causes my panties to almost disintegrate.  My hands wrap around his neck and my fingers thread through his hair, tugging him closer to me.  My nipples strain against my bra as I push myself further into him at the same time as I pull him into me.

We’re both panting when he pulls back slightly and looks down at me.  We’re so close, he’s breathing my breath and I’m breathing his.

“Wanna take a ride, sugar?”  His voice is thick, husky and laced with the sexual tension that is radiating between us.

Oh, Lord, do
I ever!

I moan and nod my answer.  He kisses the tip of my nose before growling, “Good answer.”

Taking my hand, he leads me down a hallway and into a medium sized bedroom.  I don’t have a chance to look around before his mouth slams down on mine.  My fingers find his hair and I tug him towards me as we devour each other.  His tongue slides inside, tangling with mine and I suck it into my mouth, deep.  My blood heats and moisture accumulates at the juncture of my thighs.  I’m so wet, so ready, that I’m surprised I can’t feel my arousal running down my legs.

I need my clothes off
.  My lips leave his and I whip my shirt over my head, followed closely by my bra, then I tear my jeans and panties down my legs before kicking them to the side.  I look up at him through hooded eyes and watch as his gaze travels over my naked body.

He shrugs his leather vest off his shoulders and places it on a chair beside the bed.  My mouth waters as I take in his well-defined stomach when his shirt leaves his top half.  He’
s rippled with muscles - there are muscles in places I didn’t even know muscles existed!

I hear the zipper of his jea
ns go down and I lick my lips in anticipation.  Then, his hard length fills my vision.  Standing erect and ready…and
pierced?
  Holy shit, his junk is pierced.

A shiver runs through my body as I imagine what he’ll feel like inside of me.

He lays on the bed and then looks over at me, cocking his eyebrow, “Sit on my face, sugar,” he instructs.

Hell yeah!

Without hesitation, I climb up over and position my knees on either side of his head.  His neck tilts up and he breathes in deeply.

“
Smell so fuckin’ good,” he murmurs, right before his tongue creeps out and he licks me from bottom to top.

“Oh, god,” I moan.
  My voice is husky and high pitched, and whiny and deep, all at the same time.  Even to my own ears, I sound like a cat in heat, mewing and purring as I ride his face.

My fingers creep up my body until they make contact with my hardened nipples. I pinch them between my fingers as I look down at him through
heavy eyes.  His gaze flicks to my breast before returning to look at me. 

“Fuck yeah,” he growls, before sucking my clit into his mouth.

My head falls back and I can feel my body coiling tighter and tighter as it prepares for release.  That’s when I hear a popping sound come from behind me. I stop rocking just as his hands grip my waist.  I turn my head and I feel my eyes widen so far, it’s painful.  There’s a woman. 
A naked woman
.  And she’s crouched between his legs.  A trail of saliva joins the head of his cock to her lips.  I blink, slowly.  Then gasp as he begins slowly sliding a finger in and out of my vagina.

“W-w-what’s going on?”  I half stammer, half pant the question as
he continues to pump his digit into me.

I can’t take my eyes off the girl.  She’s beautiful – in a rough kind of way.  She reminds me of someone who has spent their life in this world.

I hope she’s not his old lady.  That would be awkward.
  No, I’m pretty certain if I had caught my husband getting his face fucked, I wouldn’t join in.

“
Christa is a friend of the club, sugar.  She’ll get hers and then go, but don’t worry, your pussy
feels
half as good as it
tastes
, you’ll be getting more than just my cock.”

Before I can answer, or even process the information he’s just given me
– except to think that maybe he’s a bit of an asshole - he latches onto my clit and sucks deep.  A moan involuntarily escapes my throat and my hips begin to rock again.

“How do ya want it, baby,”
Christa drawls, before taking him again in her mouth.

He
releases my nub, but sweeps long licks against my folds as he answers her.

“Not gonna come in your mouth,”
lick.
“Want your pussy,”
lick
, “then I’ll finish in your ass.”
Lick.

“Mmmm,” she hums
through a triumphant grin.  I can’t seem to take my eyes off her.  Her gaze meets mine, and she raises her eyebrows.  “Watch,” she commands.

Straddling his legs, she grips the base
of his cock and I watch as he disappears inside of her.

Never in my life have I ever even so much as fantasized about having a ménage, but in this moment, it’s all my drunken, lust filled mind can think about.

Arousal floods my veins, and my body takes over on its own accord.  Christa leans back, resting her hands on his knees for support as she moves herself on him.  Her head falls back, thrusting her breasts forward, so I lean down and take one of her hardened, plump nipples between my teeth before sucking it to the back of my throat.  She gasps and moans as she rides him faster.

“Fuck, wish I could see what was goin’ on up there,”
he groans as he continues his assault between my legs. 

I hear Christa’s breath
begin to hitch and I know she’s close.  I reach down between her legs, to feel their warm, wet connection.  Finding her swollen flesh, I pinch it hard between my fingers.  She screams and bucks through her orgasm as her clit pulses between my fingers.  I release her and watch as she turns herself around, straddling him backwards.  Then, his cock slides effortlessly into her backside.