The Ride (3 page)

            Standing outside the club with Gin, Stitch, and Leo we're loading up some old bikes and shit to be scrapped when a big ass jacked up black Rubicon flies into the club lot. “Jesus Christ.” What the fuck? Reaching for my gun Leo notices and shakes his head once with a hard look. Who the hell is this motherfucker? Assholes know better than to speed in my clubs lot. Gin just chuckles. The driver’s door kicks open and out hops a little ass Lil fallowed by Happy on the passenger side. Kissing her head he walks into the shop. Jaw clenched. Watching him kiss her doesn't make me fucking smile. She’s sporting jean shorts giving me a good view of those legs. A tiny fucking black tank top, a little bit of flat stomach showing. And she’s missing her shoes. Hair long and curly hanging down her back, looking a little wild. She looks as beautiful as I remember. I am so fucking screwed with this one. Spotting us she takes off right for Gin. “Caleb!” she squeals with excitement. Right up into his arms she leaps. “Missed you brother. Thought you were comin' by last night?” she grumbles into his neck. Hugging her back he sets her on her bare feet. “Got caught up. Come by tonight, yeah?” Cocking her head, pursing those lovely lips, and her hands on her hips she looks like she's thinking about it. Gin just rolls his eyes at her clearly not buying her shit. “Comin' over whether ya like it or not now ya little shit.” Laughing she smiles at him. “Aye, what 'bout me?” Stitch pipes up. Fuck she's got him whinny and shit too. Swinging around she smiles sweetly at Stitch now. Looking at her impatiently he throws his arms open, “well girl?” Wrapping her arms around his middle she hugs him. “Yeah you two,” she whispers softly. Kissing the top of her head he smiles. Next she's on to Leo, kissing his cheek. “Hey old man!” She giggles. Best fucking sound I've ever heard. I could listen to that sound forever. Jesus Christ he looks like he's blushing. “Glad ya back gorgeous.” What the fuck is happening? Are these not the three same dudes who were just talking about killing some dude in County? Before I know what's going on she's on me next. Little hand rested on my arm. Her body so close I can almost feel her. Big smile for me. What the hell is happening? All of sudden I feel calm at her touch. An immediate sense of an easy tranquility hits me. Her touch has me feeling settled. “Hey Tank!” She beams up at me through some dark lashes. Big deep brown eyes you can get lost in. Well shit. Caught off guard I just stare at her like a fucking idiot. Mouth opening, but nothing coming out. “You come with the guys if ya want too, okay?” Waiting for a response she lifts a brow at me. Impatient little thing. “Yeah,” I mumble stupidly. It's all I can come up with. Eyes shining she nods once. With a little squeeze she lets me go. What the fuck just happened? Turning those big brown eyes back on Gin she asks, “inside?” Throwing a thumb back towards the club he nods and mumbles, “She fuckin' missed you.” With a sad smile she mutters, “me too.” That's when I hear it. A loud ass bang from the club door and a girly ass squeal. “Oh my
gawd!
” Spinning on her heals Lil's face lights up. Her smile hitting me in that dead lump of meat in my chest. “Bitch!” she shrieks in excitement. And off they go, right at each other. “Girl I've missed you.” Arms around each other they stumble into the club chattering, giggling, and talking loudly. Door closing behind them cuts off the loud ass girly noise leaving silence in their wake. I'm stuck staring like I just survived some sort of natural disaster. Feel like I just got sucked up into a twister and spit the fuck out. Holy shit. Turning back towards the load of bikes Stitch and Leo laugh at me. Gin slings an arm around my shoulder. “She got away 'bout her. Been like that since she could walk. Does it to everybody. Ya just survived Lil, brother.” The next two hours I listen to them talk about her and I never fully recover from it.

            Spent all day around her and I'm still in some sort of a daze. It's been hours and I can't get it together. It's one in the morning and I'm still stuck. I should be home sleeping, but no I'm stuck here. Sleep. You know that shit you're supposed to do at night? Yeah, you know the thing where you lay down, close your eyes, and all that shit? No not this motherfucker. There's no sleep for me tonight. Sitting at the clubs bar with bottle of Jäger, and some bitch on the bar top dancing around half naked. There's no sleep for me. I'm pretty sure this bitch on the bar is high on something. Eyes wild and unfocused as she stumbles around the on the bar top. Crazy ass whore. Gin's sitting in a chair getting head from a naked bitch. Another girl setting next to him letting him play with her tits. Apparently they're enjoying themselves from all the annoying ass giggles coming from the girls. Poor Peaches don't deserve this shit, but who am I to say. “Aye man. What the fuck wrong with ya?” Happy drawls, lumbering up next to me. Plopping his ass on a stool next to me. What's wrong with me? My fucking mind, that's what's wrong with me. Lil's in there fucking shit up. Driving me crazy. “Nothin' man.” I try to brush him off, but no such luck. He looks like he wants to argue that. Inquisitive ass dude. “Not happy with the whore on the bar?” he asks eying Sarah or Jill, whatever the fuck her name is. Running his eyes up and down her body, looking like he likes what he sees. Girl sucks some mean dick, but she should since she spends half of her day on her knees. Other than that my dick isn't going anywhere near that pussy. Pretty sure I stick that shit in there it's coming back with all kinds of baggage and I'm not just talking about kids. Shuddering a little I smack her leg. “Get off the bar bitch.” Giggling she leaps into my lap. Tits right in my face. Fucking hell, that was not an invitation. “Get the fuck off me.” Pushing her off me and into Happy's lap she looks thrilled. He'll show her a good time. Sick motherfucker. “Ya sure brotha?” he asks me. Like I give a shit. Sharing women isn’t nothing new. We all know how to play well together. We share our fucking toys. Nodding, he grabs the girl dragging her to his room. “Hey baby. How you doin'?” Twinks sashays her way over to me another bottle in her hand. Low's permanent bitch. She isn’t his old Lady, but she takes care of him and he in turn takes care of her. She’s got a room in the club for her. She's easy pussy. She cooks and cleans for him, but that's about it. “Yeah. I'm good Twinks. How you doin'?” She shrugs looking unsure. Here it comes. Bitches and their emotions. “Eh, so so. Low's girl is back in town. Ain't no room for me when she's around. He can get pussy anywhere, but she's here to take care of him.” Her voice thick, eyes watery. I'm not good with this shit. “Ah, I'm sure shit will be cool.” But even I sound unsure about that. That girl's rocked up in here and I know shit's about to change. We can all feel it. It's in the air.

            Pulling my bike into the club lot I can see parties in full swing already. Party got pushed back a few days due to a few issues, but now it's time to get wild. Dusk's in the sky when I get in. The sky painted in reds and blues. Rain finally let up. Bikes from a few local groups line the parking lot. Brothers from other chapters visiting. A welcome home party for Lil, not that we need a fucking reason to party. Guys from other clubs came to see her, along with drink our booze. There’s got to be at least a hundred and fifty bikes here, along with twenty or so trucks. The lots overflowing with bikes and trucks spilling onto the sides of the road. Loud music and voices echoing in from the back. Quick security run took a while longer than expected. Stitch and I are the last to the party. Walking into the back of the club the place is crammed full of people. People milling around the club house, people in the shop, most are in the yard. Everyone is happy and having a good time. Red Solo cups in hand, smoke in the air. Busting out at the seams the place is over flowing with bikers. Walking into the back yard there are people everywhere. Fire pits blazing. Burgers and dogs on the grill. Ice chest over flowing with drinks. Food table crowded with different colored Tupperware containers. Hugs and greetings are passed around as I make my way into the party. Haven't seen the girl of the hour, but she's around here somewhere. I'm bullshittin' with Gin, Leo, and Stitch when a tiny hand touches my arm. A God damn second of happiness passes through me. Lil? Turning around I'm met with blood shot eyes and fake tits. The bitch, or as some would call her, Bubbles. How I ever found her good looking is beyond me. Stringy over dyed blonde hair. Fake tits. Terrible fake tan. Caked on makeup. She's fucking gross. “Baby,” she purrs. Fuck me. I'm not gunna lie I prayed the bitch forgot about tonight. Not my lucky night.

            Liquor flows heavily and smoke in abundance as we all hang around. Good family, good friends, and good food fill the place. Hanging out bullshittin' and smoking with the guys the bitch finally got lost. She was hanging on me like a damn decease. Fuck, thought I'd have to pry her off me with a crowbar. Low, Stitch, Happy, Tiny, Gin, a few other guys, and myself stand around the fire watching the party and passing around blunts. It's a damn family reunion tonight. Every motherfucker from the Hell's Disciples are here wearing their cuts. It's good to be around family. Lost in a conversation about bikes I don't see her coming. Another small hand lands on my forearm. Skin to skin. I feel that shit all the way to my heart. Hits me like a ton of bricks. Looking down I'm met with those innocent brown eyes. Lil's little hand rests on my arm. Looking down at her it hits me again just how fucking beautiful she really is. Dark hair hanging down her shoulders. Smelling good as hell. Big brown eyes, plump lips smiling. Leaning into the group of guys she smiles at everyone. “Dad,” she beams up at him. “Tank,” she whispers sweetly at me. I swear to fucking God every man in that group would have fallen to their knees for her. Anything she wanted she could have had. All eyes go soft and gooey for that girl. Me included. I've watched most of these men kill with their bare hands. Bad dudes, but right there she owned them. Owned us all. “Yeah doll face?” Low asks smiling down at her. “New beers?” she asks looking around the group. Each man grunts their thank yous. Before I can stop myself I offer up my help. And now I'm a fucking waiter. “Sure, thank you,” she says smiling while walking off with me in tow. Fallowing behind her I watch her body move. Her walk, the way her hips move. I'd like to grab those hips, pull her ass in the air, and well you can imagine the rest. Tonight she's swearing cut off jean shorts and her shit kickers. But fuck me she's wearing a cut off Lynyrd Skynyrd tee. That tiny ass shirt falling just below her big ol' tits leaving little to the imagination. Watching her bend over to grab some beers from the ice chest I catch a small glimpse of that tattoo. My dick springs to life. Hell. “Lil  ...” is as far as I get. A motherfucking blast from past gets to her first.

            Cage motherfucking ass hole places his, soon-to-be-removed-from-his-body hand on her lower back. He's a brother from another chapter of the club. Not my favorite guy. He's been gone for a while and if he doesn’t remove his hand he'll be gone permanently. “Fuck me runnin', Lil, baby? That you?” She doesn't look up right away. That perfect body goes stiff. The tension evident in her movements. Issues with Cage? I've heard there was some shit with them. Issues as in, he had a hard on for her and she wasn't interested. Fucking club drama. He's got to be pushing thirty-five, better not have been shit with him trying for her. I will bury this guy. “Cage,” she murmurs her greetings not sounding thrilled in the least. “Tank,” he mutters his shitty greeting to me, eyes shifting over me quickly. He damn well knows the pecking order around here. He better show me some more respect than that, but before I can say something Lil stands up slowly turning to him. My attention right back on her. I catch his eyes all over her body. Licking his lips like a fucking animal while he stares right at her tits. I can see all the disgusting things he's thinking about her all over his soon to be fucked up and bleeding face. Fuck do I want to smash my fists into his face right about now. My hands start twitching all over again. Backing away slowly before I say or do something that might cause issues. Tonight's her night. I'm not trying to fuck it up. Any other night he'd be bleeding already. Her eyes fallow me walking away. A look of regret on her face. “Where ya headed with them beers darlin'?” I hear him ask her pulling her attention back to him. Nodding towards her dad he slings his arm over her shoulder possessively. Claiming her. He's a dead man. “I'll go with ya and say hi to Low.” Her eyes a little wide and weary she looks back up at me from over her shoulder. I'm not sure what the fuck she wants me to say so I just shrug. I'm a fucking idiot letting her go like that. Giving me a half smile she turns with Cage. That's how the next few hours go. Me watching Lil like some sort of bitch. I deal with Bubbles and the guys while I watch that girl. Everyone greets her while she walks around. She spends time talking to every person here. Every motherfucker here seeks her out. Lil dances, eats, bullshits more. Lil dances again, drinks, chats, all while having those lips turned up into a smile. Practicing great restraint I let her go … for now.

            Everyone's either somewhere fucking, passed out, drinking, or dancing. Bubbles ran off with some guy. I let that bitch go. Maybe she'll find a new dick to cling on to. Girl is itching to be an old lady. She very well may be, but she sure as hell isn’t being mine. I wouldn't wife that if my life depended on it. Drinks are still flowing. A few guys broke out the heavy artillery. This is where shit gets real. I'm feeling pretty good, but not good enough to hang around. Over this shit I head for the door, wading through bodies as I go. Reaching the door I'm stopped. A little hand grabs my arm again. Soft and smooth skin. My body instantly relaxes. That steady easiness comes over me. She stops me dead in my tracks. It only took one time. I always remember the feeling of that hand.
Her
hand. I can fucking feel her. It's crazy shit. I'm either drunk or someone slipped something into my drink. Turning around Lil stands there looking fucking perfect. Hand on her hip, smile on that face. Innocent doe eye blinking up at me through her long dark lashes. Fucking help me. I will not survive this girl. Sliding her hand down my arm she grabs my hand. Her little hand wrapped up in my fingers. So much power in such a small person, it blows my mind. “Dace with me,” she says. It's not a question. Girl just demands and I fallow. There's nothing I wouldn't do for the look on her face right now. That happy content smile has me. “Yeah babe,” I agree without a question. Got to be about fifty people dancing. Right now it's only Lil I see.
Free Bird
plays through the speakers. God damn shirt and song. Turning around against me she puts my hands on her hips. I’m finally getting to touch her. Her body soft and warm under my hands. Moving to the slow beat she moves me with her. Soft skin under my rough hands as she moves. I know I don't deserve to touch her, but fuck does she feel good. Reaching up, wrapping her arms around my neck. Fingers laced together pulling me to her soft little body. There's something strong and fierce in the way she moves. That body moving hypnotically with the beat. Slowly swaying. Body rubbing against mine. She feels fucking perfect. Dick harder than it’s ever been. I know she feels it. I could give a fuck. Right now I can't think of anything else. We just dance. Her and I. For this short time I've got her to myself. It's never happened to me before. I've never cared. Yeah I've fucked a lot of women, but this feels different. As long as I've been curious about this girl I can't help but feel something for her. What it is, I don't know. Maybe it’s infatuation. It could be obsession. Hell it could just be curiosity. Lord knows I want inside of her, but I'm not even sure if that's all. It's fucking with my mind. All I know is it feels fucking good to hold her against me, even knowing it's only for a short time.