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I head outside to move my bike. I left it out in front of the house when I arrived, eager to get a sense of the mood of the club after a night away. Now that I’ve showered and made the rounds, I should take it around to the garage.
My motorcycle is like my second child. I could never love it more than I love Shannon, but it comes pretty close. I had this custom Harley made before I ever started the club and while other guys have upgraded and traded, this bike will be my ride as long as it starts up for me. My sweet baby is shiny and black and she rumbles like a satisfied cat. I fire her up and make the short drive back to the garage, where I find some of my guys, including a badly bruised Spree, peering at the security display for the property.
“What’s going on?” I ask as I push my bike into its spot.
“Four guys in Blazing Pistons’ colors are standing outside the northwest fence. We saw them drive by about three times, so we were pretty sure they were casing the joint. Looks like they might be thinking about jumping the fence,” my garage supervisor, Tony, says.
“I can go shoot a few warning rounds in the air if you want?” Spree asks. “Give them fair warning to get the fuck off our property?”
I lick my teeth as I stare him down. He’s jittery today, bouncing on his heels, wringing his hands. If he thinks I can’t tell he’s fueled by something besides adrenaline, he’s dumber than I thought.
“Inside the fence or out, they’re already on our property and in our territory,” I say, not breaking eye contact with my dickhead vice president. “Jace, Tony, and Dexter, come with me to greet our trespassers. Spree, get the fuck out of my sight and get the guys at the house locked and loaded in case we need backup.”
My guys fall in line with me and we make our way to the northwest edge of the property. It’s always been an area of vulnerability, with the corner of the fencing hiding under plenty of tree cover. I like the privacy, but goddamn if we don’t need to figure out a better way to secure that area.
We actually catch the four guys climbing over. Three are fairly young but one is older, middle aged. None are Drew Williams, and it really surprises me that they only sent four. In fact, I radio for the front gate to keep an eye out, in case this is some distraction meant to allow a larger group through the front gate.
“All clear here, boss,” is the reply.
They’re checking their weapons as we approach and all four have their backs turned to us. Dexter holds a shotgun, which he cocks to get their attention. They spin, hands going straight to their weapons, and each man finds a gun trained on him.
“Hands up, boys,” I say. “What are you doing on my property?”
The eldest of the group puts his hands in the air, the others following his lead. He’s probably a head shorter than I am, but stocky. His high-and-tight cut highlights the gray at his temples. I recognize him immediately. This is Kit, Drew’s vice president.
“Kit,” I say. “Couldn’t ring the doorbell like a normal visitor?”
He grins. “Heard you might have something my boss is lookin’ for. Thought we’d peek around and see if we could find it.”
“Sneaking around like that could get you hurt. Not sure how Drew would react to someone scaling his fence, but I think you should be glad you don’t have a bullet lodged in your ass right now.”
“Well, my ass thanks you for being less of a hothead than Drew,” Kit says. He pauses and his eyes flit to me, then to my guys, then back to me. “Where’s the girl, Grisham?”
“Why don’t we walk up to the house and have a conversation like gentlemen, rather than talking in riddles out here in the backyard?” I ask.
Dexter motions the shotgun to move the guys forward. “Keep your hands up,” he orders. The Blazing Pistons’ representatives obey, trudging along ahead of us, our guns to their backs. We make it to the garage and our boots crunch on the gravel drive, the only sound as we near the house.
We stop as we near the front steps. Several of my guys have come out to stand behind me, though Spree is nowhere to be found. I keep my weapon trained on Kit.
“Very disrespectful, what you did today,” I say. “By all accounts, you could all four be dead right now and Drew would have no recourse.”
“Well, Drew could’ve come and shot the front gate down,” Kit says. “He sent us in to be sure she was here, first, instead of starting war for no reason.”
“How benevolent of him,” I say. “Too bad y’all fucked up.”
“The girl, Grisham,” Kit says once more. “Where is she?”
“What girl are we talking about?” I ask. “And what’s she to you?”
Kit narrows his eyes, trying to read me. I give him a look that says I’m not in a talkative mood.
Kit’s eyes go wide all of a sudden, his hand instantly going to his weapon. My guys are all a blur as they surround the four Blazing Pistons. Kit’s now got a gun pointed at his head in addition to the one Dexter points at his chest.
I turn and there’s Spree, holding Tanzie with a knife at her throat. His pupils are huge, even though it’s bright and sunny. His face is split into a grin made more maniacal by all of the damage I did. He says, “Come for this little slut? She’s probably got six loads of cum in her by now.”
I turn my head to look at Kit. He tries to look unaffected but I see something there. A slight flinch, his eyes focused on the sheen of Spree’s knife against Tanzie’s creamy skin. He cares for her. Maybe it’s just the caring one would have for a friend’s kid, but I don’t think so, because his eyes roam—to her pert breasts, outlined nicely by the form-fitting dress she wears, to the line of her pelvic bone, and down below.
Well, this calls for a different tactic, then.
I stomp up the stairs and grab her by the hair. Spree loosens his grip and steps away. I make eye contact and project every nasty thought I have at him in that moment. He grins at me and I can’t tell if it’s excitement over all this action he’s seeing, or if he’s taunting me. He’s forcing my hand here and he knows it. We showed our cards too quickly by letting them see that the girl is here. Now I need to show strength, or this will not turn our way at all.
I turn my attention to Tanzie. “You know this guy?” I ask, jerking my head toward Kit.
She nods, first hesitantly, then more vigorously. “He’s my dad’s second.”
“He climbed over my fence to find you,” I say. “Kind of romantic, isn’t it? The valiant knight come to save the princess from the dragon.”
She sucks in her bottom lip. Her eyes are huge in her beautiful face. She’s got a line of indentation on one cheek, like she might have been sleeping when Spree grabbed her.
I look at Kit. He has his lips pressed into a line, his forehead wrinkling. Concern is all over his face.
“Tanzie,” he says.
Tanzie looks at him but I can’t read her expression. She closes her eyes.
“You don’t get to say her name,” I say to Kit. “She’s mine now.”
Kit looks at Tanzie, back to me, back to Tanzie.
“Get on your knees,” I say to her. “You’re going to suck my cock like a good little girl, now.”
Her eyes go wide, but she does as she’s told, slowly making her way to the ground, her bare legs scraping on the concrete. She’s barefooted, I notice for the first time. She’s a natural beauty, with no makeup and a simply ponytail. Somehow, though, she looks like a fucking model and I find that it’s not hard to get aroused at all just by looking at her.
I unzip my pants and pull out my cock, rubbing my hand along its length a few times.
“Open that sweet pink mouth for me, Tanzie,” I say. “Show everyone just who you belong to.”
I hold my hand in her hair. She opens her mouth, her eyes focused upward, meeting mine, staying there. She takes me into her mouth, at first tentatively. Her tongue swirls around the head and my cock hardens instantly. She moves her head, slowly increasing her movements.
I nod ever so slightly. “That’s right. Take it balls deep, girl.”
She takes me deeper. I can feel her trying to stop her gag reflex and it makes me wonder if she’s ever had a cock in her mouth before this. Not for the first time, I wonder if she’s got any sexual experience at all.
I gently push at the back of her head, making her move faster. She hasn’t stopped looking at me. The connection between us is electric. If I weren’t trying to prove a point, I’d be ten inches into her pussy by now.
“You can do better than this, love,” I say, cocking my head.
I pull her head back now, and start to thrust.
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