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“Barbara! Barbara! Come on young lady, front and center. Get your butt out here. First training session as you’re all here tonight.” Ghost’s voice reverberates around the room, and I can see that she is going to blow a gasket. Before she utters a word Ghost continues, “It was your idea so no backing out. Come on!”

“There is a higher power at work here, I swear to God. Someone or something does not want me to get my hands on your dick. I blame Breaker for this, I surely do.” Refastening her button and grabbing her top she continues, “If he had just let you drive me home that night, I’d have had my way with you and we’d be further on in this relationship. When I’ve done my weapons training, I’m going to get myself a Pattie-style shotgun and I’m going to blow his freakin’ nuts off. If I can’t get laid, neither will Molly!”

I manage to grab her as she is about to open the door and stop her in her tracks. “You might want to put that top on before you open that door,” I say without looking her in the eye. My eyes are firmly fixed elsewhere.

Slipping it over her head, she storms out the door and bumps straight into Breaker. She stamps on his foot and grins as he hops on his good one.

“What the hell was that for?” He asks this while looking at her disappearing back.

“She thinks you’re a cockblocker, and that is not a good thing to be in her world right now, my brother.”

I offer him a sympathetic look and then go back into our room. I need a cold shower after seeing those superb breasts. Taking a shower, I open a bottle of bourbon and take a glass to bed with me. TV on, I settle down naked under the covers to wait for Barbara to come back, and we can take off from where we almost started.

I wake up in darkness, and I am wet with sweat. Realizing I no longer have a glass in my hand, and the TV is off, I stretch and roll onto my side. Naked flesh rubs against my thighs and I reach out and touch Barbara’s nakedness. Pressing my rapidly hardening dick against her ass, I cup a breast with my hand. Oh, that feels amazing. What doesn’t feel amazing is when she reaches behind her and swats at my dick, missing it, and crushing my nuts.

Acting faster than the Ice Bucket Challenge, my passion is killed immediately, and I turn my back to her, nursing my two crushed nuts.

Chapter 13

*~* Barbara *~*

Goddamn these men and their stupid ways. If this is what life is going to be like as part of the MC, they can keep it. How is a girl supposed to get her lovin’ with all these interruptions? It can’t be this difficult to get laid, humped, boned, screwed or just generally fucked in this place. I sound like one of the club women, but at least they are getting it regularly, which is more than I can say. I’d settle for a bit of heavy petting right now.

“That’s good to know, but I think you’ll need to discuss that with Cannon.” Ghost raises his eyebrows at me as we walk into the compound.

“What? Oh! Well, I keep trying to get there, but you great oafs keep getting in the way.”

Stepping into line with the other women, Molly, Jamie, Pattie, Anya, Bri, and Marci, all present and correct, I scowl at Molly, and she blinks back at me, surprised.

Ghost wastes no time in getting us doing warm-ups. Star jumps, running on the spot, neck rolls, hip circles. By the time we’re warmed up, the only one not gasping and looking like they are on death’s door is Pattie. Taking us on a jog up the compound path, Ghost sets what he calls a leisurely pace. My legs must be far shorter than everyone else's because I feel like a Chihuahua at a Great Dane marathon. He stops the others twice just so that I can catch up. By the time we’re back where we started, I’m ready for the EMTs to come take me away. These are not the fun times I was envisioning when I thought this idea up.

Naturally, when he pairs us up, he puts Pattie and Jamie together, they are virtually sisters in every way anyway, Bri with Marci and Molly with Anya. Of course, I get to spar with Ghost. David and Goliath do not do justice to our pairing.

Fortunately, in our first lesson, he concentrates on how we get out of certain holds and grips that someone might put on us. At the end, he demonstrates some throws. He goes through the motions with me, but unless he were to throw himself to the ground, I couldn’t move him.

We do some cooling-down exercises, that I cheat at and do next to nothing as I’m so worn out. When he finally declares that we are done for the day, we all look similarly exhausted, except for Pattie. She looks like she could still go ten rounds with Mike Tyson. I don’t think she’s broken a sweat, unlike the rest of us who are soaked in it.

Taking two fingers of my right hand, I place them in front of my eyes and then point at her with them. When I flick them back to myself to repeat it, I poke myself hard in both eyes. Shit, that hurt. Pattie bursts out laughing at my misfortune and points out in a loud and clear voice, “This was your idea, Little Miss Prim and Proper. You invited everyone to the party. Let’s not make it a pity-party, eh?”

When everyone else laughs along with her, I do my best biker-bitch growl impression, but it comes out like a damn kitten wheezing with asthma. This causes another round of laughter, and I almost choke when I join in.

“First place today goes to Pattie. Well done, girlie. Keep it up and we might even have you working security for us one day.” Ghost grins, but Pattie is almost beside herself with this compliment. A couple of fist pumps accompanied by a yes each time tells us all that she is going to be a force to be reckoned with at these sessions from now on.

We all head into the kitchen where Pattie dives into the fridge and starts throwing bottles of water to us all. I fumble the catch and it hits me squarely on my right boob, causing me to grunt. I may not be cut out for this rough stuff, despite my earlier excitement at becoming the next G.I. Jane. I think I’m more likely to be Private Benjamin.

Finally breathing normally, I listen in to Pattie and Anya’s quiet conversation. They are discussing Cannon’s missing truck. They have a theory about who has the truck, why, and where it could be.

“If you’re so sure about it, why don’t you tell Pres or Cannon your thoughts?” I ask and they look at me as though I have two heads.

“Why would we do something as dumb as that? They probably wouldn’t take any notice of our idea, and besides that, when we’ve got some more training under our belt, we may just go and get it back ourselves. Show these men just what we are capable of.” Anya laughs at her own idea, and so do the others. Bri and Marci voice their concerns as the longest-serving old ladies about how the men would react to that. Jamie and Molly look a little more serious about the idea as they laugh though, and that worries me. Getting up from the table, they tell us to stay put. Back in only a minute or so, Molly has a couple of bottles of wine, and Jamie has seven glasses.

The next hour or so we discuss what skills we would need to have to pull this off, and when we are done, there are no less than ten empty wine bottles on the table. Feeling decidedly woozie to say the least, Jamie and Molly help me to my room and even help undress me. I slip into bed naked as soon as they are gone, barely registering the fact that Cannon is already asleep and also naked.

During the night, I have a weird dream that I stop him from making love to me. That’s more of a nightmare considering how I’ve been throwing myself at him, all to no avail.

Waking in the morning, still in darkness, I desperately need to pee. Finding myself lying across Cannon’s chest with one leg across his thighs, I move slowly so as not to wake him. When I slip out of bed, and as my feet touch the floor, my head spins terribly. Almost crawling to the bathroom, I empty my full bladder and wash my hands. Seeing myself in the mirror, I look and feel like hell. I brush my teeth, and even the taste of the toothpaste makes my stomach turn over.

Slipping back into bed, I notice that Cannon has some impressive morning wood. I hope to God he doesn’t wake up and try to use it, I think to myself. I’ll probably throw up all over him. Falling back to sleep, I have some extremely erotic dreams, however, they all end badly and without me ever having sex.