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Chapter Four

Blade

The drive back to my garage is just Shadow and I.  He's not much of a talker and that works fucking perfect for me.  When we pass Club Turbulence, I see my sister's car still parked in the parking lot.  Damn it.  I'm going to have to drag her ass out of there by her hair.  He pulls up in front of my bike to let me out.

"I'll be back after I get rid of this truck.  See you over at the club."

"Sounds like a plan."  I step out into the night air and look up at the sky.  I'm so fucking tense.  Shifting my head from side to side, my neck cracks with the built up stress.  Dust fills the air when he pulls away and I decide I need to clean up some before I try to get my dick wet.

I had a bathroom built in to the back side of this garage.  Too many of the club members would try to use my personal shower and it would piss me off.  That's my fucking space.  Pulling off my boots, I inhale on one last cigarette before I start undressing.  I'm down to my underwear before I hear the footsteps coming from inside my house.  Grabbing a pipe wrench from the nearby table, I walk over to the door just as Piper and Tori begin to step down the stairs.  There's only a few steps, so they see me before I can step out of the way.

"What the fuck, Evan.  You are NOT in your underwear, bulging out just welcoming us."  Running my fingers through my hair in frustration, I turn and take one last drag, letting the smoke out slowly as I walk away.

"I told you two to go home."

"We are.  I just needed to get some things I left here last night."  I move around the old Chevy I'm rebuilding as they both start walking for the open garage door.  They're already walking out into the gravel before I notice how slutty my sister looks.

"Why are you dressed like that?"  I'm moving closer to stop Piper from going anywhere.

"We're going to go check out one of the other clubs since you won't let us stay for your party."

"You're not fucking going anywhere with your tits and ass showing like that."  Piper stops mid step and turns to face me.  Her death glare has nothing on mine, so I welcome her challenge as she walks up to me, face to face.

"Evan.  I'm wearing jeans and a tank top.  What is wrong with you?" 

"Did you just paint this shit on?"  She had to have.  I glance over at Tori and she's wearing a similar outfit, only hers looks perfect.  Fucking hot to be exact.  Maybe that's my problem.

"I'm not dealing with you tonight."  Piper turns to walk away, but Tori walks toward me.  The smirk on her face is a dead giveaway for what's on her mind. 

She runs her finger down my chest, across the ripples in the muscles outlined in my stomach, then along the band of my underwear before returning to my chest.

"Was this intentional?"  She's tracing my tattoo.  The one that says 'Forever Greatful'.  I know she's thinking I either can't spell or I'm conceited all to hell.  I'll leave her clueless, just like most people who ask about it. 

I don't think Piper even remembers the significance.  How could she?  She was just six.  It's like she knew we'd be pulled apart when she wrote it.  Those were the last words I had from her for years.  I still have the book she wrote them in and I can't tell you how many times I've read her attempt to say goodbye to me.  The guilt I've carried about losing her has caused many sleepless nights over the years.  She'll never know how much I beat myself up because I couldn't be there for her.

When it was time for the tattoo, I contemplated correcting her spelling, but decided to leave it.  They were her words.  I'm man enough to handle any comments about the tattoo.  I know the meaning behind it, everyone else can fuck off. 

Her fingers slide back down to the band of my underwear; pulling it away from my waist, she smiles.  "You've seen mine.  I think it's only fair that I get a view."  Her finger slides inside the band and she starts to pull the elastic away from my body.  Her eyes never leave mine and I watch to see just how brave she really is.  Piper's voice rings in my ears just as Tori's eyes lower.

Gripping her wrist, I stop her before she has a chance to see anything.  "That's not a good idea."

Her smile is contagious.  I just want to move in and consume her.  She's playing with fire tonight and I need to get the fuck to Club Turbulence before I take out my frustrations on the wrong person. 

"Should I leave you two alone?"  Glancing over Tori's head, I see Piper standing there with her hand on her hip, irritated.

"Yes."  "No."  Tori and I answer at the same time.  My eyes drop to see her watching me.  Teasing me.  Testing my inner restraint.  My grip still on her wrist, I contemplate taking her up on her offer, but I know I can’t.  She's not part of my world.  She's a friend of my sister’s and the last thing I want to do is drag my sister deeper into the shit I deal with. 

"No."  I drop her wrist and turn to walk away.  Running my fingers through my hair, I keep walking until I'm behind the bathroom door and the shower water is drowning out the sound of my thumping heart.  Fuck.  I need some pussy quick.

The burn of the scorching water helps divert my mind from my dick for a few minutes.  I scrub the smell of tonight off of my skin quickly before I step out and begin to dry off.  Looking in the mirror, I stare at myself. 

The memories of tonight begin to mix with so many other nights from the past.  I don't have an ounce of regret and will never apologize for what I've done.  Standing by every decision I make is who I am.  Given the chance to do it all again, I'd do it all without hesitation. 

I start to think about how bold Tori was tonight.  It turns me the fuck on to watch a woman with that much confidence.   

Wrapping my towel around my waist, I shove my dick off to the side before I step out the door.  Slight movement against my old truck pulls my attention immediately.  Tori is leaning against the driver door, just watching me while I pull my pack of cigarettes out of the pocket of my jeans. 

"Thought I told you to go the fuck home."  Of course she doesn't fucking listen, just like my damn sister.

"I'm not ready to go home."  I light up.  Standing here in my towel, I watch this woman walk with pure confidence straight over to me and pull the cigarette out of my mouth.  She puts it between her lips and pulls in a deep breath, then exhales, pushing the smoke out through her smirking, puckered lips. 

I slide my palm around to the back of her head and wrap my fingers full of her hair.  Tugging her head back, I look into her eyes.  She doesn't shy away from me, in fact she even puts the cigarette between her lips once more, puckering them even further this time before she blows the smoke above us. 
I'm about to fuck those dick sucking lips.
     

"Do you know what you're doing?"  I'm only going to warn her once.  I notice the red lipstick marks as she pulls it away.   

"I'm smoking."  She's a smartass.  I pull her head back further and watch the gleam in her eye when I do.  My internal war begins to tug on me.  If I fuck her, I'm mixing my sister's world with mine.  If I don't, I'll think about these tits while I'm fucking some club whore.  Why would I do that, when I can have the real thing? 

I keep my grip on her dark brown hair with one hand as I pull the cigarette out of her mouth with the other, I take one drag before flicking it out the big garage door that's been open since I got back.  I pull her mouth toward mine and let our lips touch once again, this time getting past them and letting my tongue fight with hers.  She smells of smoke and right now that's fucking perfect.  Dirty.  Raw.  Just like I feel right now. 

She slides her hands down my sides and over the towel that's hanging from my waist.  Her grip causes the towel to fall around my feet and I pull her closer until our bodies are touching.  She slows the kiss and removes her lips from mine before she takes one step back and looks down at my dick, which practically stands to attention and waves to her under the pressure of being watched. 

I release her hair and step forward, putting some pressure on her shoulder to send her to her knees.  If she wants to take a look, she needs to get up close and personal.  Her eyes dart to mine and she nods her head.

"I don't suck dick."

"You want to fuck me, then you'll suck my cock first."  My words are definite and within inches of her face.

"Guess we won't be fucking then."  Her eyes don't leave mine.  She stays there a few seconds before she turns to walk away. 
Fucking tease.

Before I can stop myself, my hand reaches for her arm and I flip her around to face me again.  The intensity between us explodes the second I reach for the button to her jeans.   We both rip and tug until her pants are at her knees and I've smashed her body against the side of my old truck.  Taking her from behind, I slide my dick between her ass cheeks and thrust forward, sliding into her wet pussy with ease.  Her moans echo in my ears and cause me to move faster.  Move harder.  Without a single fucking care in the world. 

Reaching my hand around, I slide my hand down her shirt, ripping it as I do.  Fuck it.  One of her tits more than fills my hand and my hips thrusting against her causes her to lose her footing in those fucking heels.  Repositioning until I have my fingers gripped into her sides, I fuck her.  Listening to her makes me ready to go faster than I want to admit, but she feels so fucking good. 

I move my fingers around her body and pinch her clit between my fingers, knowing she's going to need a little help if she's going to get an orgasm quick enough.  She tenses up and whimpers through a quick one before I pull out and squirt all over her back.  

My heart is racing as I squeeze every ounce from my dick, letting the last of it drip on the ground at our feet. 

"You need a shirt."  She lets out a little laughter with my words.

"Let's start with a towel." 

I walk to the towel on the ground and use it to wipe off my dick before tossing it at her.  Her tits are showing and her pants are still at her knees while she rubs the towel across her back.  I turn to let her finish, grabbing a new towel to wrap around my waist.

"Where's my sister?"

"She's waiting for me at the club." 
Fuck.

"What in the fuck.  I wanted her out of there."

"Don't worry.  She's with Switch." 
Fuck.
  

"I'm going to go inside and get some new clothes, then I'm taking you back to the club.  I want you and my fucking sister to go home."

"Don't worry about me.  I'll just see you around."  Pulling up her jeans, she twists the bottom of her shirt and tucks it through her bra, making one tiny ass fucking top that barely covers her. 

"I'll get you a shirt."

"Nah.  I'm good.  See ya around, Blade."  She shifts her hips with one last adjustment to her jeans before she walks out of my garage.  I step to the door and watch her ass as she walks across the field dividing the two buildings.  It's late, but I have it lit up for many reasons... tonight I can add another to that list.

Chapter Five

Blade

Pulling my bike directly in front of the doors to Turbulence, I sit for a few minutes while the rumble of the engine continues.  I know this night will get shitty with all the guys having fun, but fuck if I don't really want to deal with it all.  I'm just not in the mood for the bullshit.  I look around the parking lot in search of my sister's car.  It's finally gone. 

I walk the bike backwards, deciding to go for a drive instead of entering into a building that’s so loud I can hear the sounds over my bike.  Nodding at the two club whores walking in as I put on my helmet, I ride off headed toward town. 

This works for me.  I do my best thinking on the road and when nothing else will relieve the tension, miles will.  I speed up wanting to feel the air, but have to slow when I see lights ahead.  I notice the truck, nose deep in the ditch before I see the small car in front of it.  This ditch is straight down and deep enough that the truck is almost hidden.  It's dark so I can't see anything to let me know who's taken the nose dive into this piece of shit ditch. 

The movement on the road in front of the flashing lights has me slowing to a complete stop.  Kyle is speaking through his radio when I pull up.  He's the local deputy sheriff.  He's been around the club for at least ten years now and tends to stay close to Tex and the club.  He's saved our asses a few times.   

I notice people walking toward me before I see them.  It's the girls. 
Fuck.
  They both have tears in their eyes, so I move off my bike quick to check on them.

"Why didn't you call me?" 

"I tried.  You didn't answer."  Piper wraps her arms around my waist as soon as she walks up, but Tori stands back at a distance and works to compose herself.

"What the fuck happened?"

"Two assholes on bikes were coming straight for her.  So she hit the ditch to keep from hitting them head on.  I made it past her just a little bit, then lost control of my own car."

I look over at Tori and notice her trembling.  She's shaken up.  I extend my arm and motion for her to move closer, but she doesn't.

"Are either of you hurt?" 

"I don't think so."  Piper starts to look over at Tori to make sure as she replies.

"How long ago did this happen?"  I didn't pass anyone on the road.

"It just happened.  They stopped and turned around before they drove back the way they came."

I hear an engine pulling up behind me and look over my shoulder to see Switch. 

"I called Switch when you didn't answer."  Switch to the fucking rescue.  I'm going to have to deal with this Switch shit I keep hearing.  I'm tired of hearing the same damn name associated with my sister every time I turn the fuck around.

He walks up with his eyes on Piper and I try not to punch him in his fucking face. 

"Who did this?"  She moves to stand by him and starts telling him everything she just told me.

"Not sure.  They took off that way.  Two guys on bikes."  I walk out of hearing distance from my sister and Tori and know that Switch will follow as soon as she finishes telling him. 

"Who do you think it was?"  He's got his hands in his pockets standing there with no worry in the world that I want to kick his fucking ass.  I glance at the girls standing next to each other and decide to deal with him later.

"Not sure.  A few of the guys over at Rebels stopped by earlier and we ran them off.  They may have been headed back to cause some trouble."

"You'd think if they were coming to cause trouble that they'd know they'd need more than two fucking bikes."

"Yeah.  That's what has me confused."  Kyle walks over to talk to both of the girls.  I meet him there as he does, just in time to hear.

"Girls.  I have a tow truck coming for your vehicles.  I'm going to have you both walk the line for me."

"Excuse me, officer."  Piper perks up and gets her hand on her hip as she starts to run that mouth to Kyle.

I interrupt her before she gets her ass in some serious trouble.  "Kyle.  They've been with me most of the evening.  Piper is my sister and had two beers and the other one was working, so as far as I know, she didn't have anything."

"Well then, they both should pass just fine."

"Why are you doing this?  They said they were run off the road." 

"Because I just came from the way they said the guys took off.  There was no one on this road."  This confuses the fuck out of me.  Piper turns livid.

"Yes there fucking was.  I saw them.  I heard them.  I watched them fucking smile at me as they drove the fuck off.  Two men in black.  No markings that I could see."

"Ok.  I believe you.  Calm down.  Let's clear you so I can get the tow trucks here and then we can get you off the side of the road.  Do you have any belongings that you need to get out of your vehicles?"

"Yes."  I watch both of the girls walk away, still shaking from the accident.  Switch follows them; I know he'll make sure they aren't doing anything dangerous.

"Kyle, what the fuck.  What are you thinking?"

"Not sure.  I'll put out some feelers and see if anyone saw anything tonight that could give us a clue."

"You do that.  I'll take the girls home and make sure they're ok, but I want to find out what in the fuck just happened.  Shit like this doesn't happen down the road from the club.  People know better than to try any bullshit here."

"I'll call you as soon as I hear anything."  Piper and Tori step forward with a few items in their arms, both looking defeated.

"Sounds good.  Do you need them anymore?"

"No, I'll handle the report."

"I can have one of my guys move these vehicles to our yard."

"I've already called your guy."  I knew I liked Kyle the very first day I met him.  He's always done what's right with the club.  Hell, I'd make him an honorary member if it wouldn't throw up flags that we have him in our back pocket.  I've never asked him to do anything illegal and would never expect him to.  He has looked away a few times when I've had to handle a dead beat or two that decided to try and contact authorities after a meeting with me.  He convinced them to divert their anger toward a different purpose while he 'investigated'.  As far as I know, the investigations are still open, who knows. 

"Switch and I'll take you home.  Kyle, can you take their shit to the club when you're done here?  There's no way we can take it tonight." 

"Sure thing."

I step over my bike and watch my sister smile and practically speed walk at the thought of riding with Switch. 

"Piper, you're riding here."  She completely ignores me and throws her leg over Switch's ride, pulling him in tight.  My eyes move toward Tori, standing there shy or pissed, I can't tell. 

"You coming?"  She moves closer and acts like she's disgusted to touch me or the bike.  What in the fuck is her problem?  She wasn't afraid of touching me earlier.  In fact, I believe she was begging for it. 

"I'm not going to tell you I won’t bite."  Her eyes quickly move to mine.  She's hesitating, no she's frozen. 

"Come the fuck on.  I'll take you home."  Switch starts up his engine and takes off down the road.  She still hasn't moved.  I grab her by the wrist and pull her toward me until she's standing right up against the bike. 

"Put your leg over and hold on to my waist."  I'm waiting.  She's not even moving. 
Fuck.
  I'm going to have to tie this bitch to my back.  Stepping off, I hand her the helmet, hoping she'd take it.  Just as I do, Switch and Piper pull up next to us again.

"Something wrong?  I came back to see why I'm not seeing you in my dust."

"Yeah.  I'm trying to get her on my fucking bike."

"Tori.  Hey, let's fucking do this.  Bucket list, bitch.  We've always said we wanted to catch a ride with some hot bikers.  Tonight. Is. The. Night."  She relaxes and her body changes with Piper's voice.  In fact, her whole demeanor changes.  She flips her hair behind her back and puts on the helmet with ease. 

I sit on my bike and she follows instantly, wrapping her arms tightly around my waist.  Switch rides off again, and I take off following him.  We make it down the road maybe a mile and her arms loosen just slightly.  I pull back on the speed, not knowing what she's doing.  Her palm goes flat against my stomach and she slides her fingers down inside the front of my jeans.  This position won’t allow her full access and this shit has me confused.  I mean, what in the fuck.   

She moves the other hand forward until both hands are working the button on my jeans.  I'm not beneath pulling over and fucking her again.  Apparently she didn't get enough the first time.  I can understand the stress of everything making her want to release some pent up energy, but Switch and my sister will be back within minutes if I even try.

My button opens and the zipper slides down as she pulls it open.  She grips my dick and I slow down even more.  Fuck.  I see an intersection ahead and decide to pull off on the side road.  I barely have the bike stopped and she's even more aggressive, pulling my dick out of my underwear.  I fucking hate fucking on my bike.  It's too much work trying to keep shit steady and still fuck with the intensity that I fuck with, but I'm not a stupid fuck that would say no to this either.

"Get off the bike, Tori."  She slides her hips off the seat, removing the helmet quickly.  Her shirt goes next, and those tits are freed before I have a chance to even step off my bike.  Her body is visible in the moonlight and I can't help but smile when she starts dancing. 

"You wanted your private show."  She bends over, lowering her jeans as she does.  She's wearing a thong now.  I sit on the side of my bike and watch her as she kicks out of her jeans before lowering her thong too.  She leaves the heels, just as I asked earlier.

Her fingers glide over her tits slowly, tempting and teasing my tongue.  She continues with one hand while the other slides down her stomach before her fingers disappear between her legs.  She throws her head back and reaches deeper before slowly pulling them forward.  I watch her repeat this a few times and contemplate lighting up a cigarette and enjoying the show for awhile.  It's either that or fucking her right here and now.

She lowers her head until she's looking at me, then pulls her fingers from between her legs before sliding them to her mouth and sucking on two of them.  Her cheeks hollow as she continues to enjoy her fingers while she walks slowly to me, completely naked and powerful.

She lifts a heel and rests it on my bike.  I'm not even sure what she's resting it on, because my eyes don't leave her mouth.  She needs to suck my dick like that. 
Fucking hell.

She opens her leg wider, allowing me access to the view of her fingers entering her pussy again.  I'm watching and getting turned on even more the longer she does it.  She puts her fingers in her mouth again, and I enjoy the image of her sucking them like a professional. 

"I think you need to suck my dick like that."  She pulls her fingers out of her mouth and reaches for my zipper.  I stand and allow her access, I mean hell, I can handle a blow job on a dirt road.  She grips it and begins to move her hands back and forth. 

"I'm not after a fucking hand job.  I can do that shit myself."  This is not the shit I'm after. 

"I told you.  I don't suck dick." 

"Why not?"

"I just don't."

"I can tell you'd be fucking insane at it."

"Yeah, well we'll never know.  You can either fuck me like I know you want to, or I guess you can take me home." 

"Turn the fuck around."   The force of my grip on her shoulder is tight as I position her bent over, ass available to me.  She needs to know who the fuck makes the rules here.  I line my dick up with her ass and shift forward.  She's fucking tight.  There's no doubt I'm the first to go here.  Fuck.  I can't even get my dick in an inch because she's squeezing the fuck out of it. 

I pull out and enter her pussy, she's wet enough there that I glide in with one thrust.  Gripping her shoulders, I lean her forward in a bent over position and fuck her hard.  I catch a glimpse of her ink and stop mid thrust.  Standing in the moonlight, I smile at the sight of all her tattoos.  She has a gorgeous back.  She looks back at me with a wicked smile on her face, encouraging me to continue, so I do.

She feels so good on my dick.  It's rare that I do this with the same girl twice in one night.  Hell, it's rare that one intrigues me enough to even consider it.  Just as I'm getting close, Switch drives past real slow on the main road.  I know he saw us, the moonlight makes for one hell of a spotlight. 

I stand her up against the front of my body, my dick still buried deep into that pussy while I stand against her ass, thanks to those fucking heels she's wearing.  I've got one hand slipping against her clit and the other gripping her neck as I fuck her until she's screaming. 

Sliding my hands down, filling them with her tits, it takes nothing for me to finish fucking her and the liquid from us both to begin dripping down her legs.  I breathe her in; her scent is refreshing to me.       

I pull out slowly and bend to grab my jeans, just as Switch drives by again on the main road, faster this time.