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Reaper’s bike comes to a stop as he roars with laughter; his head falls to the handlebars, and his shoulders shake, not able to contain himself. I slap the back of his helmet. Dick! I drag my ass off his bike, “Fucking cocksuckeI.” I strut towards my brothers, still shaking my head in disbelief, and one by one, we clap hands as they pull me against them in man hugs, either clapping me on the back or rubbing my overgrown hair, then take the piss like I fucking knew they would.
“You know if you and Reaper want a little time, we can leave.” Ghost, one of the other members, pipes up.
“Fuck you, man. Get me fucking home. I need a shower, a drink and some pussy. All in that order.”
Reaper holds out the bag the prison gave me. I snatch it from his hand and yank open the door to the truck; I pause with my foot on the step and focus on Reaper. “You’ll fucking pay for that.”
He’s still laughing as he slides his sunglasses back up his nose. I raise my finger in the air, and in return he revs his engine again. I jump into the cabin, throw my feet up on the dashboard and rest my head back in the corner. The prospect starts the engine, and after the loud rumble of motorbikes has passed us, he pulls away, my arms fold across my chest as I settle in for the ride home.
As I remember the people who shook my hand, I don’t remember seeing Pres. It’s not surprising, I don’t think he’s ever forgiven me for what happened with his daughter, even if it was when we were kids. I thought I’d paid my price for that. Fuck it. That’s an issue for another day.
The breeze blows against my face as my head rests against the door, the window rolled down with the sound of the engines in front. It’s music to my ears after being stuck behind bars. I’m so relaxed, I soon feel my eyes beginning to tire, and it’s not long before I’m dozing off to the best sound a biker can hear.
The next thing I know, I’m being shaken awake. My eyes flicker, and I look around me through blurry eyes. The prospect calls my name again and I turn to him, “We’re back. Wake up, man.”
With a yawn, I stretch before blowing out on a tired groan, rub my eyes and grab my things from the footwell, and jump from the truck soon getting familiar with my surroundings again.
The smell of leather, oil, alcohol, and nicotine hits me all at once as I walk out of my room. I inhale deeply as the feeling of home shrouds me and smile.
The music is already pumping, and the tequila is flowing. Reaper looks up as I enter and comes right over. “Come on brother, let's get you a drink.” He wraps his arm around my shoulders and drags me along with him. The prospect tending bar pours multiple shots of tequila, spilling it over the oak.
“Hey fucker, don’t fucking spill it. I’ve waited seven years for that.”
Reaper chuckles from my side and slides three shots towards me. We knock them back one after another, my throat on fire from the taste. I used to be able to drink these for breakfast. Not now, now it seems I cringe. I shake my head as it warms my chest.
“What’s up pussy, forgot how to drink tequila?” Reaper mocks.
“Fuck you. I’ve been gone seven fucking years, I’m as dry as a nun’s snatch. I feel like I’ve been on the wagon.” Reaper's booming laugh has me smiling back at him just as the prospect hands me a beer. I take it and turn around, placing my back against the bar. God, I’ve fucking missed this. Prison life wasn’t too bad. The good thing about being a Sergeant at Arms in an MC is there’s a silent respect. I did get into some fights, but it’s part and parcel of prison. Some just need to be taught a lesson.
A door bangs from the back of the compound, and with a shot glass paused at my lips, Pres strides into the room and stops dead, eyeing me like I’m the devil incarnate. “Pres…” I greet him with a nod.
“Hm, you’re back then.”Noah Scott, president of Brothers of Sin MC, grunts, looking almost put out that I managed to serve my time.
Raising my shot glass to him with a sarcastic grin, I nod slightly. “For good.” He looks at each of us with shot glasses, swings back around and heads back the way he came a few seconds ago.
I shake my head at the need for him to make his presence known then sink my shot and slam it back down. “Another.”
One of the bunnies, I assume, sidles up against me; her tit brushing my bicep and inciting a twitch in my pants. “Hey, gorgeous.”
I cringe inwardly at the sound of her voice; it’s like nails on a chalkboard. As long as I can bury my dick in something, she’ll do for now. “Hey, sweetheart,” Lifting my chin, my gaze drops to her cleavage as the top of her tits spill out of her low-cut top. She turns and stands in front of me, her hand settles on my chest as the tips of her fingers curl to drag her nails down my chest. She stops when she reaches the buckle of my jeans. A sign of life sparks in my cock, and I stand upright, gripping her hip in my fingers.
“I hear you’ve been in the joint?”
“Yeah,” My voice sounds foreign, deep, and gravelly. It has nothing to do with the three shots of tequila I’ve had already. It’s because of a need. Having blue balls or having to jack off in your hand under your covers for seven years is not something any self-respecting guy should have to do. Especially not a man who can usually click his fingers and have them drop at his feet, anyway. I lift the bottle to my lips and take a long pull from it, not taking my eyes off her as I swallow. She brushes her hand over my dick and squeezes. Damn, I’m so fucking hard, it feels like fucking iron. Her hand travels further down to roughly squeeze my balls through the denim, and I grunt, If she keeps doing that, I’ll go off like a fucking rocket.
I quickly scan her tight little body in the short red dress she's wearing. One tug and it’ll be around her waist before I even have my buckle undone.
My bottle slams on the bar and I move to grip her chin between my fingers and tug her closer. A loud gasp catches in her throat as I turn her around and press against her, slamming my lips on hers and shove my tongue into her mouth. The taste of nicotine and whiskey is like an aphrodisiac to my starved sexual appetite. I suck on her plump lips and pull away with a smirk. Settling my back into the corner again, I grab my beer, tip it to my lips and swill some more beer down my throat. Her eyes are on me, a smirk playing on her lips before she takes it from me, wraps her full red lips around the rim and takes a small pull from the bottle. As she swallows, her tongue darts out and licks across her lips.
Fuck this. I need those lips on me. I take my beer back from her with one hand and circle her wrist with the other, “Come with me,” I drag her down the hall behind me and stop once we're out of sight, with my back slammed against the wall, I undo my buckle. “Get on your knees.” She does as I tell her without objection and snaps my jeans open. I could’ve made her get on her knees in front of everyone and the fucking slut would’ve done. I know some of the guys have done that in the past, but not me. Her fingers round my cock freeing it from its confines and she licks her lips again. A deep, yearning groan escapes from the back of my throat as she strokes her hand up and down my dick, scraping her nails as she moves. My head bounces off the hollow wall as it falls back, rimming the top of my dick with the tip of her tongue. I drop my head again just in time to see it disappearing inside her mouth. A deep guttural groan leaves my lips as I take hold of her hair in my fist to control her every movement as I thrust deep into her mouth, while she takes everything that I give her. “Yeah fuck, just like that. Suck it good.” I groan again uncontrollably. With both of my hands twisted in her hair, I fuck her mouth hard. She flattens her tongue and sucks like her fucking life depends on it. I push harder and harder until my balls tighten, my legs spasm, and my dick hardens so much that I might shoot seven years’ worth of spunk down her throat. “Fuck yeah, I’m gonna cum.”
As she brings her lips back up, she licks around the bulging head and bites onto the piercing, tugging sharply. “Fuuuck!” my hips jerk forward as my fingers tighten in her hair, and my orgasm shoots down her throat. My body shudders as she laps it all up before she pulls away with a dirty grin, wiping the corners of her lips and swiping the back of her hand across her chin. I take a moment to let the sated feeling take over my body. What seems like an age, I help her to her feet then fasten up my jeans.
With a flick of my head, I quickly direct her to the main room again, “I’ll find you later.” I wink at her and go to the bar where my brothers have accumulated.
Reaper lifts his chin, “Better now?”
“Much. Now let’s get this party started.”
