The Black Aces MC

  The Black Aces MC

  The Black Aces:

  Jackal (Leader)

  Digi

  Knox

  Blondie

  Cupid

  Club

  Cheetah

  Location: Van Hollen, New Mexico

  *This book contains explicit language and graphic sex scenes. Reader discretion is advised*

  Dedication:

  Thank you to my wonderful readers who have kept me typing away since the very beginning.

  A big shoutout to my Beta readers who asked the tough questions and made the story what it is today!

  This is a work of fiction.

  Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales are entirely coincidental.

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  WHAT’S IN A NAME?

  CUPID

  Listen, I don't care for money or finding out who I really am or any of that. All I need is my cut, my bike, and my boys.

  To hell with everything else... especially love.

  I didn't survive 29 years of my miserable, down and out, sorry ass life to be brought down by some reckless emotion that stole my mother from me. No way in hell, life is fucked up and, in the end, you die, point A to point B, no detours.

  Well, enough about that, I guess I should introduce myself, Aleister McElroy, loyal member of the Black Aces Motorcycle Club out of Van Hollen, New Mexico.

  Our club is kind of unique, it doesn't designate specific roles because we can all talk shit, enforce our rules, handle business, and beat the hell out of anyone who crosses us. No need for useless labels.

  We do have people who specialize in certain fields like Digi, fucking computer genius. Barely legal and took down Google in the snap of a finger one Christmas a few years back just to see if he could, he loved a good challenge. The kid cracked their security and firewall in less than 5 minutes just so they knew they weren't immune no matter how much they owned the internet.

  The media frenzy was insane, that crazy bastard! He’s just as good as those global hackers and I’m just thankful he's on our side.

  Then there's Cheetah, the fastest gunslinger I've ever seen. He would have reigned supreme in the wild west of the mid-1600's. His accuracy is deadly too; it's like he has crosshairs embedded in his hazel eyes. I don't think I've seen him miss, ever.

  And then there's me, I assumed by my six foot four stature, dark as night eyes, long hair and beard, riddled in tattoos and piercings that I'd be given a strong club name like Tarzan but what did they bestow upon me?

  Cupid, fucking Cupid.

  I swear I thought they were kidding but no... those bastards I call my brothers gave me that nickname as a joke because ‘fuck love’ is my mantra.

  Every single stomach-churning aspect of it except brotherly because they've been there for me in the darkest of times.

  Seriously, look at me, do I look like some fat cherub fuck who shoots his load covered arrows at people so they can act stupid about another human? Fuck no, but that's the name they gave me and no, newbies don’t get to bitch, moan, or refuse.

  Jackasses, I'm far from love, loving anyone, or anything.

  That's how you stay safe, lock that sappy shit away and never let it out, yeah, that's what works for me.

  Or so I thought.

  Saturday 6:00pm Black Aces Clubhouse

  We're chilling at the clubhouse, drinking the night away with a few club bunnies scattered around and flirting with their marks for the night.

  If you don't know, club bunnies are women who like to "service" the bike club members in hopes of switching over to ol' lady status but the first rule is never wife a club skank...ever.

  They were merely there for pleasure.

  Back to the current surroundings, Cheetah had a feisty one grinding her ass on his lap, her barely-there skirt riding up to the lace of her black boy shorts. She shoves her tongue down his throat as he grabs her ass. She was a petite little thing, I think her name was Mandy, with curvaceous hips and fiery red hair and the most emerald eyes I have ever seen. Judging by how hot and heavy it was getting, they'd be leaving soon, the cockstrong smirk on his face said it all.

  Blondie had two bunnies competing for his dick tonight. I always thought he and I got our nicknames to tease us, but he used it to his advantage. He had platinum blond hair that offset his tan skin and blue eyes. If it weren’t for the UV damage from the rides, he could easily be a model for the world’s top designers. He was our resident pretty boy and Trixie was arguing with Lolli about who got to fuck him.

  Trix was an overly proportionate dirty blonde with an unhealthy obsession with the tanning bed or baking in the sun, I swear that she would eerily glow in the dark.

  Yeah, I fucked her, but she was an extremely loud bore of a woman. How someone can ride you and be deadweight beats me. She exerted no effort but wailed like a banshee, like I was pounding her heart out and trust me, I was using nowhere near my full potential. Why waste energy?

  My dick never got softer in my life than that one time with her. I had to do it, I had to fake it to get her to shut up. I immediately went to the bathroom to discard the "used" condom so she wouldn't suspect, even threw in a few pants and ‘Jesus woman, you sure know how to wear a man out’.

  Yeah, men fake it too. Never again.

  On the other hand, Lolli, holy fuck, they didn't call her that for nothing. If you needed your soul sucked from your body as she brought you to your knees, then she's your girl. When I needed a quick blow, I always picked Lolli, she was a petite brunette with hazel eyes and a Hoover vacuum for a mouth.

  She would start slow with light teasing licks, swirling around and then she would take you into her mouth and suck just the tip like a pacifier until she had you growling in pleasure. Then she went for the kill and took you to the hilt, no gag reflex. I can't explain but her throat was like a warm, soft, vice grip and she wasn't backing down until you emptied down her throat. She always had a smug look afterwards like she knew she owned a piece of your soul as she licked her lips clean of any evidence that didn't make it into her mouth.

  Fuck, I got to stop thinking about our last hookup, I can't tend bar with a stiff dick.

  I was behind the bar, drying the freshly washed glasses, as the girls sat on each of Blondie's knees. As usual, he didn’t wear a shirt under his cut, or our club vest. It was just a scrap of leather so him wearing just the vest displayed his chest and arms, stoking the fire. He sits back while watching the claws come out.

  "Don’t be a greedy whore, you fucked him yesterday Trixie, tonight is my turn and you know we're not allowed here during church tomorrow so piss off and find another dick to fuck!"

  Lolli stared Trix down with fire in her eyes, she wasn’t wavering and if Trix knew better she'd go elsewhere and make some bastard her second choice.

  Trix holds her hands up and hops off his knee, conceding defeat. Her eyes started wandering around and met mine for a quick second, I shook my head, keep it moving, as her eyes scan who's left and her smile wide as she looks at Jackal, our leader.

  If I ever aged as gracefully as Jackal did, I'd be one lucky son of a bitch. His jet-black hair slicked back but his beard was almost fully grey, tattoos telling the many stories of his hardened life, and a sense of hardcore rebel radiated from him. He was six foot three of muscle and charm but one thing he didn't do were club bunnies. He let us
horny bastards have them around, but he never partook, he was a grief-stricken man with a broken heart. He lost his ol' lady four years ago to cancer.

  Miss Paige was the sweetest lady to ever be around and even though I despised love, I adored her, she was like a mother to me but then cancer took her and I hated the world for taking another soul from me.

  Everyone I loved was always taken from me.

  I remember walking into the clubhouse and smelling Paige's famous teriyaki meatballs and homemade mashed potatoes dripping in butter, sour cream, and chives.

  "Oh Paige, you always cook the best meals. You’re the sweetest person I know."

  She'd smile over her shoulder as she looked at me stuffing my face.

  "Well, I got to keep my boys fed, I consider you all my children, even my old man there. Biggest child of them all, but I love the big lug."

  She'd just chuckle while starting on dessert. She would bake desserts from mouthwatering lemon bars, giant sweet cinnamon rolls, or her world-famous cinnamon apple bake.

  What I wouldn't give to have her around even for just a day. I know Jackal would, too.

  He reacted like any heartbroken shell of a man would and it took days for us to convince him to eat, weeks for us to get him out the bed and showered. He had given up like he wanted to die and honestly with a love like that, I couldn’t blame him but that’s not what she would have wanted.

  We fought tirelessly to keep him alive, going so far as to take turns physically washing him as he cried over losing the love of his life.

  Today, he's better but definitely not ready for affection of any sort and that was crystal clear to everyone including the bunnies but Trix was hardheaded. She wasn't going to back down in hopes of bagging the Prez, wearing it as a badge of honor.

  She and her five-inch stilettos stumble over and she awkwardly flails into his lap. He just stares at her while she giggles and flirts, leaning forward to whisper something in his ear. When she leans back, she’s grinning from ear to ear until he pulls her closer whispering something back. All the color drains from her face. She jumps off his lap and runs out of the house, but no one reacts. Her friends didn’t go after her and the guys kept drinking.

  Jackal continued to casually sip the remaining scotch and signaled to me for another. I nodded as I prepared the chilled glass and square block of ice, pouring the smooth amber liquid causing the cube to crack a bit.

  Whatever he said to make her scram wasn’t pretty, that I’m sure of.

  I step from behind the bar and hand him his drink. "Damn, Prez what did you say to her? She booked it out of here like those girls being chased in a horror movie."

  He took a long sip, "I merely put her in her place." He didn't say another word.

  I saw movement out of the corner of my eye, and I watched Blondie head upstairs with Lolli, he was in for a wild ride. Lolli squealed as he lifted her up on his hip and palmed her ass as she slammed her lips on him, moaning loudly. Blondie snapped his fingers my way signaling he needed another beer, judging by the intensity I gave him two. She winks at me as she takes one bottle while Blondie makes his way up the stairs.

  Lucky bastard.

  Not that I wanted to take her from him, but I could use a release, it had been three weeks and Lolli had done a number on me.

  Of course, my dick conspired with my mind to remind me of that night. It was the early morning hours when we stumbled up the stairs and I slammed her against my door, shutting it at the same time. She pushed me into the corner by the door and went to work after she got my jeans down.

  I didn't care to lock my dick behind more fabric, so it sprung free almost hitting her in the face.

  She licked her lips in response. "I see Cupid's arrow could use some attention. It's so big and thick... and mmm, straight.” She took me by surprise by taking it back all the way instead of her usual teasing. My legs buckled as I steadied myself against the wall. My breathing shallow as I grabbed her head, coaxing her further even though she was at the base. The feeling was magical, and I couldn't fight the need to come if I tried.

  "Fuck, baby, yeah just like that. Put those filthy lips to work."

  She grins as much as she can with a mouth full, then she tightens her grip and all I remember is blacking out and grunting. When I came to, she had her shorts pulled down, no panties, and I gripped her hips tightly as I slammed her back into me hard. She yelped before I tore her shirt off and undid her bra to spring those gorgeous breasts free, squeezing and twisting her nipples. She was overwhelmed by all the sensations overpowering her, but I kept her up as I rammed deep inside her.

  She was my means to an end and that's it. She toppled over, screaming my name to the heavens before she came undone all over me. She leans back against me panting, trying to kiss me.

  One thing I don't do is intimacy with those girls.

  I turned away and she caught my cheek.

  "Aww, what's the matter you don't love when I kiss you?" She finally got the strength to stand on her own.

  "I don't love, and you know that. Suck and fuck, that's it."

  I slid past her so I could take a piss. She scoffs while putting herself back together. She steals a shirt of mine since I destroyed hers and twists it up and folds the excess under to make a sexy crop top.

  "Say what you want but you are named after a familiar ode to love and it isn't ironic...but what do I know?"

  She watches me as I continue to piss with the door open then she flips me the bird before giggling as she leaves.

  Damn club bunnies think they know me. Only my brothers know the real story...the real Aleister.

  Just our conversation stirs up the memories of my mom and her issues that I’ve been trying to bury for so long...

  MEMORIES

  CUPID (Cont’d)

  (Eleven years earlier)

  I have to keep reminding myself that she is my mother and I am an adult.

  Deep breaths, man. Just see what she wants.

  "Aleister Conrad McElroy, bring yourself here this instant!"

  The familiar shrill tone of my mother’s voice rang throughout the house. I walked into the living room to see my mom seated beside some stranger. I stopped in my tracks as I took him in.

  He was the quintessential tall, dark, and handsome type, intense eyes, and dark sandy brown hair. His suit was obviously expensive, the silk pocket square probably cost more than the sofa he was seated on.

  Looks like mom nabbed herself a rich one this time.

  My mom was beaming as this man looked at her and then at me, his expression looked like shock when he eyed me.

  "Aleister, come here, honey." She held her hand out like I was five years old and we were about to cross a busy intersection.

  I bypassed her hand and her shocked look and sat in the chair in front of the couch. I didn't like the feeling; something didn't sit well with me about this stranger. He eyed me like I was competition and if he had come for my mother's affection he should know, I don't back down from anything.

  "Aleister, this is my... friend Mr. Wellington. Carey, m-my son Aleister."

  Her voice stuttered when she said "my" and I caught that.

  I watched her stiffen and plaster on her fake smile when she was trying to hide something.

  He, Mr. Wellington, merely nodded.

  I wasn't for the games.

  "Okay, what the hell is this?"

  "Aleister! Language! Don't speak like that in front of...company like that."

  He pats her knee, not breaking his stern expression at me, "It's okay Diane, it's merely teenage rebellion." He sits back while watching me glare at him. I roll my eyes and then focus back on her.

  "Spit it out, mother, why am I here?" I try to give her some semblance of respect. I loved my mother, any decent child would, but she had a taste for trashy men and to me, he was just a trashy man in a fancy suit. To me, nobody was good enough for her.

  She crosses her legs at the ankles and angles her body towards him as she takes his
hand. "Mr. Wellington and I are...old friends and we've decided to see one another."

  "Okay." I said quite bluntly.

  "Well, I want you to get to know him better and you two can bond over things you have in common."

  I scoffed, "I doubt we have anything in common except you and I'm sure you'll be banging him in no time. So, are we done here?" I looked away before I could see the shock on both their faces. I didn’t care to be a part of whatever this charade was.

  They began whispering to each other and I only heard pieces, "...your temper...you left...not yet", was all I could decipher but, to be honest, at the tender age of 18, I didn't give a shit.

  Who she did was none of my concern.

  Besides, I was almost done with this chapter of my life. I couldn't wait to leave this bumblefuck town. I looked back over, and he was kissing her hand and she was giggling...here we go.

  My mom was always getting into no good relationships with men, let's start with the dirty lowlife scumbag who knocked her up and then left her to fend for herself and a child. She worked tirelessly as she provided everything she could and sacrificed so much of herself so that I had a normal life.