The Ride (18 page)

            Today is the day of the big ol' trip Lil planned. Not sure if I should be excited or a little scared. Getting a bunch of us together can either be a really fun thing or a really bad thing. We tend to be a little wild and rowdy. Fuck what am I saying, we're wild as fuck and party just as hard. Listening to her on the phone this morning I hear there are about a hundred Disciples coming, along with their families. Shit's about to get crazy. Nothing better than a Disciples party. I had to leave her at home, shit to handle before we head out. Lil will be meeting Gin, Crush, Arms, Sargent, and me up there later. Happy and Stitch will be fallowing her and the girls up. I think Twinks and Low are already up there with some of the guys. The rest of the crew will show up whenever. …. “Ready to roll.” … A few hours later we head out and ride up into the mountains. Pulling up to the lake it's fucking beautiful. Picture perfect. Deep blue water surrounded by miles of thick dense green rainforest. Two hour drive from the club up into the mountains of the beautiful Pacific Northwest. I've got a cabin up here; Low has one, same with Tiny. The club owns a large bit of land up here. Each place has seven bedrooms, four bathrooms, a kitchen, and living room. Everyone gets a room, bunks up, or sleeps where ever there's an open spot. Shit, some guys just throw their bedrolls on the ground outside and camp out around the fire. Unpacking and getting shit put away takes an hour. Me and Gin are setting up the grill when I hear the sound of familiar pipes. Early afternoon the sun is high in the sky, the heat just starting to set in. Lil's dirty as fuck jacked up black Rubicon comes into view, along with a few bikes. Doors off, loud ass music pouring out of her Jeep. “Trouble's here,” Gin chuckles. Yeah, no shit. Coming to a stop Peaches leaps from the car. Girl forgot her damn clothes again, tiny ass shorts is all she managed to put on. Looking at Gin I let him know, “you're old lady forgot her clothes man.” Shaking his head he grumbles, “as always.” Heading right for Gin Peaches giggles and shouts, “it's hot as a motherfucker.” Gin just shakes his head again clearly not shocked by her lack of clothes. Out comes Lil wearing a tiny as fuck bikini top. Them lovely big tits on full display and a pair of cut off jean shorts, unbuttoned and rolled down. Girl forgot her shoes along with Peaches clothes, again. Instantly hard. She doesn't stop wearing shit like that we're going to be spending a lot of time alone in my room naked and in bed. Tan soft skin for days. Fucking perfection. “Aye baby,” she says, big doe eyes beaming up at me. Every time. She gets to me
every
fucking time. The need to take her up ass up stairs and remind her she's mine hits me good. Instead I focus on the dirty ass Jeep trying pathetically to distract myself and my dick from her body. “Hey sweets, you run into some big ass mud puddles on your way here?” I ask her pointing to her dirty ride. Pretty sure I just had a prospect wash it. Laughing she shoots Cali a sly smile. “Them bitches jumped outta nowhere. Big ol' mud pits, had no choice but to bust through 'em,” she says enthusiastically, smiling and talking with her hands. Always so fucking happy. I love watching her. Both girls giggle at each other. My favorite fucking sound.

            Standing around a blazing fire, beer in hand and my girl cuddled up next to me, it's a perfect fucking way to end a day. We played in the water, took the boats out, played around the lake. We drank and ate. Hung out and bullshit. Today was a good fucking day. Every brother from my club is here. Forty brothers from surrounding chapters thrown into the mix with us. Some friends, new and old club whores, and a whole fuck of a lot of family. Lil put on my flannel over her small ass white bikini; she still looks hot as hell though. She's still making it hard not to take her ass up stairs. Her and Cali are gabbing about shit I don't care about. Those two can and do talk about everything. “Another beer?” she asks me. Shit yes. “Yeah babe.” Walking over to the cooler I watch that beautiful ass go. The curve of her ass. Tiny waists. Those thick thighs. Fuck she is perfect. That shit is mine and I thank fuck every day. “Lil's a motherfuckin' genius,” Crush declares. He's swimming in new pussy. Brother is in heaven. Two girls under each arm looking high and happy as hell. Looking over at Crush she smiles and rolls her eyes at him. “I fuckin' love your old lady man.” My old lady? Oh fuck. Lil looks taken back, eyes swinging to me. Surprise all over that perfect face. “To Lil,” Gin toasts. Every person within ear shot toasts Lil. She's stuck staring at me like she doesn't know whether to cry or smile. Fucking shit. Remind me to slap the shit outta Crush later. With slow thoughtful steps she reaches me handing me my beer. “Calm down baby,” I try to pacify her instantly. Not about to have this shit blow up. She smiles at me, but it's more like a damn grimace. “Am I your
old lady
?” she whispers old lady like it's a curse word. Like she might chock on it if she isn't careful. If I say yes is she going to run for the hills? I say no is she going to freak the fuck out? “Whatever you want, always. It's your world baby I just live in it.” Not about to argue that shit. She's mine and that's the only label my girl needs. Nodding she smiles, but the look in those brown eyes says we're talking about this later. Shoot me now.

            Drinks are flowing. Smoke passed around. Everyone's feeling good and hanging out. Music's blaring. The fires blazing. “Yo Tank,” Spike hollers at me. I'm making the rounds talking with everybody. “Be back baby.” Kissing Lil on them plump lips I leave her with Cali and Peaches roasting marshmallows and girly giggling. Standing around I catch up with two brothers, Spike and Rico. It's been a while since I've seen them. Both used to be part of our chapter until they went nomad. They only roll into town a couple times a year. We shoot the shit for a while until he hits me with an unexpected question. “You fuckin' with Lil?” Spike asks me looking over at her. “Yeah.” Not sure where this shit is going. Makes me antsy when motherfuckers talk about her. Even more so when they start asking questions. “Sweet ass girl, yeah?” Those eyes soft like everyone who looks at her. “Sure,” I mutter. Not sure if sweet is the word for her. She sure as fuck can be sweet, but I've seen wild, crazy, mad as fuck from her too. “You lookin' at her like you own her. Got somethin' goin' with her?” Nodding my head I watch Lil. She's smiling and laughing with her girls. Happy as fuck. Those eyes light and easy, exactly how I like her. “Well shit man, didn't think sis had it in her to move on from Josh, but then again it's you, Tank the pussy slayer.” That shit catches my attention real quick. “Who the fuck is Josh?” I swear my head damn near snaps off from how quickly he caught my attention with that one sentence. Spike and Rico share a look, both looking at me like I'm crazy for not knowing. “You ain't never heard of him?” No. If I had I wouldn't be asking who he fucking is. “I sure as fuck haven't.” Shaking his head he reaches into the cooler pulling a beer out for me. That's never a good way to start a conversation. “Here, you're gunna need it.” Those words sure as shit not comforting. Looking back at Lil, my girl, I wonder what scary ass shit I'm about to find out about her.

            “When you meet Lil?” Rico asks me. “'Bout three months ago,” I answer right back. Sure as fuck has felt longer though. Now that she's part of my life I couldn't imagine my life without her. “You didn't know her before that?” Giving him a look that says hurry the fuck up, he gets on with it. “Josh was Lil's boyfriend way back. We all thought he'd make her his old lady n' shit. Kid was crazy obsessed with her. And when I say crazy, I mean
crazy
. Homicidal, suicidal crazy in love with that girl. Didn't want brothers looking at her, touching her. But fuck did he parade her around like a trophy. Fuck him and Gin went rounds over that shit.” That doesn’t make me fucking happy. Homicidal? The suicidal part I 'm not worried about. He wants to blow his head off. By all means, blow away. Homicidal, that doesn’t sit well with me. Hope that motherfucker isn’t running around here somewhere. “Any way Low and Josh's pops we're in the service together. They were friends, but Josh's pops was never a member. Josh n' her known each other since kids. Shit just kinda went from there. If I remember right Lil was fourteen when they started datin', Josh was sixteen. Low didn't like it, but he dealt with it. At seventeen Josh was brought in. Patched him in so he could keep an eye on him. Josh joined the service as soon as he turned eighteen. From what I heard he ended up in the same unit with a few Draco boys. Became friends. Little motherfucker started feedin' them club business.” Shit I didn't know any of this. Fuck. I find this Josh motherfucker I'm blowing his head off. One for even looking at my girl and two for fucking with my club. Staring at Lil I listen to Spike and Rico. “Came home on leave, started war with Low. Brought Lil into the shit. Got her ass caught up. Low was mad as fuck. One night we caught up with Josh alone with Lil outside her house. We
caught
that motherfucker up good. Grilled him for hours, beat the livin' shit outta him. We got nothin'. Little prick tried to run, but Crow got to him. You know Crow?” I'd met him once or twice, but I didn't really know him. “No, not well.” Shaking his head Spike continues. “Well Crow bagged his head for some fuckin' reason. Put the bastard on his knees, all of us around him. Well Crow blew a hole in his head all while Lil watched. Baby girl stood not ten feet away and watchin'. Nothin', no tears, no screamin'. Sis musta been in shock. His blood all over her. She left a few months after. Don't blame her. Haven't seen her much since. Figured she'd never recover from that shit. Never move on. Guess I was wrong. A few weeks after Crow was shot dead by a Draco boy.” Jesus Christ my poor fucking girl.

Lil

            “How many of them you gunna eat sis?” Gin inquires with a sneaky laugh, eying my third s'more. I'm about to smack the hell out of him if he don't stop staring at my s'more with hungry eyes. I've made three, but I'll be damned if I've got to eat any of them. Little shit snatched up my first two. “Go away Gin,” I mutter with a dirty glare. His comment has nothing to do with me and all about him trying to jack my s'more from me. He's sneaky that way, too damn lazy to make his own. Distract me with a rude comment, then snatch and dash.  “Gin shut the fuck up. Want my baby eatin'. That shit makes that ass even juicier for me,” Tanks says into my ear, hands wrapped up in hair. Gin makes a gagging noise. Wrinkling my nose up at his comment elicits a laugh from him. “Don't fuckin' look at me like that. You know I love your ass big n' juicy.” Well hell. Pulling my face to his he kisses me hard. Biting at my lips. Wrapped up in Tank when I feel Peaches behind me. Two big palms full of my ass, she grabs and shakes it. “Yeah girl you know how I feel about that ass too,” she giggles sweetly. Gin groans. Pulling away from me Tank looks over my shoulder at Peaches. “Bitch what are you doin' to my girls ass?” Peaches bats her eyelashes at him. Here comes wild Peaches. “What it's a nice ass?” She shrugs one shoulder. “It is, and it's mine. Sure as fuck don't share with a dude, but that shit goes for bitches too. Lil's ass is all mine.” I can't help but to laugh at Peaches lesbian tendencies. Always trying to get a rise out of someone. “Not so sure 'bout that honey,” Peaches quips challenging Tank. I can feel Tanks arms tighten around me. Time for a little fun with my over protective guy. “Lil?” Peaches whispers seductively giving me come hither eyes. Turning in Tanks arms I launch myself at Peaches. Catching me, we both go tumbling backwards onto the ground. My legs sprawled around Peaches hips. Arms around her neck. Hair shielding my face I pretend to kiss her with exaggerated vigor. We both make smacking and sucking noises. Peaches is giggling. Gin's groaning and grumbling. Stitch is clapping his hands clearly enjoying the show. Cali's laughing, “does this not remind us of the BBQ of 06?” Big hands wrap around my middle hauling me off of Peaches. Both of us laughing, trying to catch our breath. “Alright you little fuckin' tease.” Pressed against Tank's hard chest my feet dangle from the ground, his arms around my waist. Face in my neck, he licks a path up my neck to my ear. Biting down on my ear he growls sending a chill straight down my body. “Fuckin' tease me? I'll show you tease baby. See if I let you cum later,” he breathes. Oh shit yes. Nodding my head vigorously, when I'm hauled up over Tanks shoulders. With a hard smack to the ass he strides off with me.

            Passing people as we go he marches into the house and into the living room not giving anyone a second look. Boots thudding on the floor. I can feel the swagger in that big hard body under me. “You like carrying me around caveman style, biker?” I ask him. Smacking my ass again he groans. “Like doin' any fuckin' thing that requires me to have my hands on or in you, baby.” How can something so crude be so sweet? His words making my panties wet. “Yeah?” I tease him wiggling around. Hands running up and down his back lightly. I can feel his shoulders shake with a laugh. “Baby, fuck yeah.” Haven't been in Tank's cabin, but it's the exact duplicate of my pops. Same old hard wood floors throughout. Same sunken living room with its river rock and drift wood fireplace. Kitchen in the same spot. Although Tanks looks newly updated, but then again I haven't been in my dad's place for almost eight years. “You gunna carry me all the way upstairs?” The blood rushing to my head. Heart pounding in my ears. “Because you carry me upside down much longer my head might pop off.” The bottom of the stairs comes into view when Tank stops his persistent marching. “Your head hurt baby?” His voice full of worry instantly. Setting me on my feet, the worry evident on his face. A worried Tank is kind of cute. That mean angry face scrunched up in worry. Touching my face softly he looks me over. “I'm okay. Just thought you'd want to be warned before my head exploded all over you and your lovely cabin.” With exaggerated hand gestures I pretend to blow my head up. Rolling his eyes he snorts a laugh. “Nerd.” A loud holler from the porch catches both of our attentions. A whole lot of stomping and screaming wafts in from outside the screen door. Swinging towards the door Tank look like he's ready to kill somebody. “I fuckin' hate you!” Oh shit. “You hate me bitch?” Good God. The door flies open bringing an angry Peaches and pissed of Gin inside. How nice of them to bring their shit show inside. “Get away from me you cheatin' piece of bicker trash!” Peaches screams at him, stomping her feet and throwing her hands around. Lord, she let the accent out. Stomping around screaming in Spanish. Peaches rushes towards me hiding behind me when Gin makes a grab for her. Gin storms towards us, angry scowl etched into his face. Tank turns a confused face towards the all three of us. How in the hell did I end up as Peaches shield?