The Black Aces MC Page 3

  I could hear the laughs, but I was still heated. How that little tart was so quick to react beats me. I bring myself out of my thoughts just as Blondie spoke up while grabbing a couple of cold ones from behind the bar.

  "Yeah Jackal, you should have seen this girl. She was a wisp of a little thing, but she swung that bottle like a professional baseball player going for the game-winning home run. Honestly, Johnny should be dead or severely brain-damaged. He's probably been making her life hell and she took the opportunity to seek a little vengeance."

  Blondie passes me a beer before plopping down on the sofa with a sly smile in my direction.

  He continues, "If I didn't know any better..."

  "You can shut your trap. Don't even go down that road."

  Yeah, cut them off before they can taunt me any further, I wasn't in the mood, this beer wasn't strong enough and my hands hurt like a motherfucker.

  I stand and grab a bottle of Jack before heading upstairs without another word. Just the wandering thought of a certain bartender with fire in her eyes.

  She was affecting more than my mind and I needed to get a handle on all of it, especially my dick.

  LYRIC

  "Lyric honey, why don't you head home." I turn and Dave is watching me try to frantically clean up the mess and make up for my actions. I needed this job.

  He grabs my shaky hands, "I'm not going to fire you. You saved Cupid's life; Johnny deserved what he got. There's always been bad blood between them, but don't you worry about that. You need to relax; I'll see you in the morning."

  My eyes are collecting tears, but I refuse to cry. I look at him and nod, he pulls me in for a hug. I sigh and relax into a feeling I hadn't felt in a while, comfort.

  I put the bar towel down, grab my things, and head for the door then stop.

  "Wait, Cupid is his actual name?" I turn to ask Dave.

  "Yeah, his club name. He's a cold-hearted son of a bitch who detests the word love and everything about it. The irony, huh?" He chuckles as he sets the chairs knocked over back right.

  He left me with a lot to think about but, hardened bastard or not, he owes me a thank you and I'm going to get it dammit!

  WET DREAM

  CUPID

  Jack isn't strong enough for the pain and I can't take aspirin and incur the wrath of mixing pills and booze, so now I lay here and my left hand has a steady pulse, a strong one at that. I open and close it several times in hopes of getting some relief.

  Today was truly a shit show, now we're definitely on alert for retaliation. Johnny had no remorse so now it's killed or be killed, and I wasn't going down easy.

  I lay on top of my covers shirtless, teasing my nipple piercing, I do that when I'm severely in need. I can feel my dick pulsating with the need to be stroked. I was in no mood for a quickie or dealing with any of the bunnies, I could take care of myself.

  I sighed as I shut my eyes to the world and allowed my hand to slip down into my boxers as I let a fantasy unfold in my head.

  I don't mean to brag but I was blessed with my "arrow", as the bunnies dubbed it, it took a bit of maneuvering to spring it free but it felt great to have some friction and movement around it.

  Up and down slowly, as I stiffened between my grasp, I sighed as a vision appeared. I heard her breathless voice before I saw her. Her gasps and moans were heavenly to my ears.

  Then an image appeared, and I'll be damned if it wasn't the bar girl, but she was draped in a flowy white silk robe until she undid the tie and let it pool at her feet. I followed the delicate fabric to the floor before my eyes feasted on the prize. She was petite, maybe five foot three or four with reddish dirty blonde hair that stopped just above her nipples. She stared at me with her sapphire blue eyes. She played with her beautiful perky breasts and perfect nipples, that you wanted to feast on, while I listened to her cries of undoing. Her curves were as deadly as a winding highway road. Her skin was smooth as her fingers traced over the soft supple flesh, creating goosebumps as she gasped to her own touch, never taking her gaze off me.

  My pace sped up and I felt my body heating up, my balls tightening, and my erratic breathing signaling my means to an explosive end.

  She stared at me as her hand wandered down between her soft heaving chest, her thumb brushing against her nipple, down her taut stomach, until she gasped as she teased her folds and whispered my name. She moaned my name so deliciously; I couldn't turn back. It was an explosion the likes I never had before, even after my main release I had aftershock releases each one racking my body.

  I'd be grunting her name if I knew it. But what triggered this fantasy was the glare she gave Johnny when he smacked her ass. Her frigid stare caused a stir within me. I should have shriveled up in fear, but it made me hard as a rock.

  After my climax, I showered and slipped on another pair of boxers and went to bed hoping to be in less pain in the morning.

  CLIMAX

  LYRIC

  "Oh...yes, yes!"

  I can’t stop. I swear I hear his deep gravelly voice command me in my ear, "Come for me, kitten. All over those pretty little fingers and I’ll lap them up." My nipples are deliciously sore from teasing and pinching as I thought about him savagely taking me repeatedly until I couldn't come anymore.

  He'd pull my hair, I loved a little pain with my pleasure, and I'd run my nails down his tattoo laden back, marking my territory like he liked to mark his skin. He'd growl to the sensation because fuck, he loved that.

  His hair would brush against my nipples causing a gasp. I fantasized he was pierced...silver barbells attached to his nipples completing the hardcore biker persona. I'd tug on his piercings until he came so hard collapsing over me. Only our labored breathing breaking the silence.

  I couldn't take it anymore.

  I moaned as my fingers slid in and out of my soaking wet pussy at lightning speed, the feeling was euphoric, and I only craved more until my legs shook and I saw stars.

  I knew nothing about him other than he was good looking and had a crap nickname. Also, that he pissed me off yelling like I was a damn child and I wasn't having it. He will apologize and thank me for saving his life or there'd be hell to pay.

  I was breathing erratically, my skin was still on fire, a light sheen to it, and warm to the touch. I guess I should thank him for my strongest orgasm to date, I needed it and now I needed sleep.

  Tomorrow was another day and I was going to find the Black Aces headquarters and get what's owed to me.

  CUPID

  I woke up and my hands felt better. I rub them across my face but then I hear a ruckus downstairs.

  Like shouting.

  Maybe one of the bunnies is having a fit about something, they do like to poach each other's territory, nothing like fresh drama in the morning. My curiosity gets the best of me and I get up and stretch, foregoing clothes. Didn't want to miss the action, it could already look like a bad episode of Jerry Springer, you know, screaming and hair-pulling.

  I swear the stairs aren't wide enough for someone as big as me, but I make my way down and I hear an unfamiliar voice, a female voice.

  "I don't want to hear it! I saved his life and I came to get a damn thank you so either you go get him or I'll go up there myself!"

  Ooh, she's certainly as feisty as she was at the bar and in my fantasies.

  The room goes quiet once everyone sees me coming down the stairs, including her, she did not look happy.

  "Uhhh Cupid, you got a visitor." They empty the room and it's just me and her. I take my seat in a recliner and she stands there, arms crossed.

  I couldn’t help but notice her outfit of choice. She wore a sheer white tank and a cute bra with little flowers on it, like I said it was a very sheer top. I swear I can see her nipples poking out...or maybe I'm just hopeful. She's wearing blue jean cutoff shorts showing off her sculpted tan legs, her small waist, and belly button.

  I know she's talking cause she's waving her arms and flailing about like a fish out of water but I'm
having a hard time focusing. I shake my head and am transported back into the present.

  "I'm sorry, what did you say?"

  She's clearly irritated that I didn't hear a word she just said.

  "What the hell, did you sustain brain damage in that fight? Ya hard of hearing?!"

  Now she was pushing my buttons, I don't appreciate being yelled at in my own place. It's disrespectful and I don't do well with disrespect.

  I stood up so she could see me tower over her and get some sense. I see her swallow hard as she takes me all in, I must be one hell of a sight in just my black silk boxers. I’ll have to will myself to not get a boner looking at her.

  I catch a hitch in her breathing, but she stiffens up.

  "I'm here for the thank you that you owe me for saving your life! It's the least you could say!"

  Like I said, feisty.

  "Kitten, you've got balls and claws coming in here demanding I give you anything. There will be no thanking you for sticking your nose in my business where it didn't belong. So, you can be on your way."

  I gesture towards the door and it's almost as if I smacked her in the face. She inhaled before she approached me with fire in her eyes. Her little figure stood against mine with her finger prodding my chest.

  "You listen here buddy, there is a thing called gratitude for someone saving your sorry ass life and decent human beings usually say thank you but what did I expect from a low-life miscreant like you! So, you're goddamned welcome for saving your miserable life and you can fuck off for all I care!"

  She spins on her heel and slams the door on her way out. How did she even get here?

  There were a million other questions but the one burning my soul currently was why I had such a painful erection after our encounter.

  Shit.

  I better get upstairs before they rag on me and my "arrow."

  Just what are you doing to me, kitten?

  CLARITY

  LYRIC

  That motherfucker! That...that tall...blonde...handsome bastard! The nerve of him and that strong heaving chest covered in tattoos and delicious piercings, I bet he gets off easy if they were tugged on during sex and those...boxers...that covered absolutely nothing. I saw everything and I almost forgot why I was there. He definitely had the equipment for a screaming good time.

  Focus, Lyric!

  Don't forget how condescending he was towards you!

  I shouldn't have gone to get what I deserved, I should've just let him get shot, what do I care? But I couldn't stand there! Whatever, screw him, I'm going into work I can't deal with my own thoughts.

  I got to work about an hour early and wanted to make sure everything was immaculate to make up for my actions yesterday.

  "Hey, Lyric."

  "Morning, Dave. Listen, I'm really sorry about my part in yesterday's incident. I didn't mean to..." I look up to our new sunroof praying it doesn't rain.

  He holds his hand up. "It's a bar and brawls happen all the time. Wasn't the first and won't be the last, I'm just glad you weren't hurt. You've been here a couple of months I've been here my whole miserable 42 years of life, the Black Aces have been the reigning club for years, nothing bad about them they just look mean and ominous but they're overall good guys but Johnny's "gang" is all bad apples, nothing good can come from them."

  He stocks the register with bills for the day and I just make sure the bar is fully stocked. We work around in comfortable silence.

  "So, tell me about them, the Aces." I couldn’t help it; I was dying to know.

  He chuckles, "Well Jackal is the leader of all those knuckleheads, he wasn't here yesterday but you'd know who he was.

  He founded the chapter long ago alongside his beautiful wife Paige, they took in any troubled soul who needed it. She was an angel on Earth but a few years back...cancer took her from this world to the next. He took it pretty hard as expected, didn't see the gang for two months as they nursed him back to life. What he is now is a shell of his former self, but he still has his boys.

  Each fella has their story of how they came to be an Ace, each one unique and different. Their clubhouse is off route..."

  "Oh, I know where it is, I was there this morning." I blurted out while cleaning the bar glasses, then I stopped. I felt my ears warm up because I knew I was in for a tongue lashing.

  Dave turned and looked at me, clearly shocked, "Why on Earth would you go there?"

  I shrugged, feeling scolded. "I... I felt I deserved a damn thank you for saving his life! It's the decent thing to say. Is thank you so hard?!"

  Dave sits at the bar and sighs, "Lyric, listen to me, these are biker boys with no feeling or remorse. They're known for using girls and tossing them aside, you're a nice, smart, pretty girl. I don't want to see you get hurt. Just...be careful."

  I roll my eyes, I'm no damsel in distress and he for fuck sure wasn't no Romeo, I just wanted what's due that's all.

  I wasn't hoping he would take me on top of that bar, rip every article of clothing from my body and then his strong arms wrap around my waist as he pounds into me...

  Whoa!

  Where did that come from?! Settle down, woman.

  I just nod as I start to check the taps. It's going to be a long day.

  CUPID

  After yanking it twice, I got dressed and met the guys downstairs.

  Jackal was puffing away his Macanudo robusto in his leather recliner listening to Digi prattle on about something computer related. He knew he wouldn't understand a word he said but Prez had a soft spot for Digi since he found him wandering aimlessly around downtown. He was dehydrated and delirious, allegedly tossed out of a van right outside of town and he walked the rest of the way in. He believes his hacker group grew to fear his abilities and needed to get rid of him before someone dangerous came after them. Their loss was our gain, Digi had eyes and ears on everybody in this town. He was prospering under Prez's watchful eye. I liked to think of him as my baby brother as he follows me around from time to time, seeking advice.

  I head straight behind the bar and pour myself a stiff shot of rum, as if I hadn't been stiff enough. Alone with my thoughts until,

  "Hey Cupid, did you get your rocks off with our fiery visitor? Girlie has some claws, probably scratched you up good, huh?"

  "Shut up, Cheetah, she came in yelling at me for not thanking her and then left. She had some nerve expecting me to say thank you."

  I take a sip as Jackal huffs.

  Oh, here comes the wisdom.

  "Now, I didn't witness what happened at the bar, but that little firecracker stood tall against me and the fellas when she came banging on the door this morning. She was not backing down; I'd reconsider your hardcore hatred and really get to know her. I mean, she did save your life."

  What the hell is going on here? If he thinks I'm just going to crack under the pressure of some tart he's got another thing coming.

  I just grunt as I take back the rest of my drink.

  It'll be a cold day in hell...

  "I know you hear me, but I won't push it. We still need to settle this mess with Johnny. Club, Knox, you go this time, I drew up another treaty, tell him there is no need for retaliation or war. Go, now!"

  Club and Knox do what Prez says and make their way to Johnny’s lair. I assume scumbags gather in low lying places.

  Hope this works because I don't know what I will do the next time we cross paths. I’m sick of dealing with everyone else’s problems.

  *Flashback*

  I remember the screaming from their final argument.

  "All I ever wanted was for us to be a family, Carey! You said when you came back that's what you wanted, too! All you do is lie!"

  He ran his hands roughly through his hair, "You said he would understand, you said you'd tell him the truth and you haven’t! I have a life in California where I’m rich and virile, I don’t need this! Why should I stick around? I think... I can't do this anymore, my life is more important there...so goodbye, Diane."

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sp; She lurched like she took a bullet and reached out for him, but he quickly got out of her grasp.

  "Carey, wait! Carey!"

  That bastard walked right out, and I was left with a hysterical crying mother. She wailed as if someone had died, fact is, someone had, it was her.

  This was by far her worst breakup, I guess because they had history but that must have been long before I was born because I don't have any recollection of the fucker.

  I knock on my mom’s door, but I know she won't answer, she's too swept up in heartbreak hell again and this time the darkness is worse. She won't speak, she won't eat, all she does is stare.