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  “Big.” I pat his thick pecs with both hands and chuckle. “That ship sailed long ago.”

  “Fuck.” He scrubs the stubble on his face with both hands and looks up to the ceiling. “F-uh-uh-ck.” He groans louder, and I glibly laugh, dismissing myself back into the bedroom for my clothes.

  “Fuck.” I hear him repeat over and over again as I dress with the clothes I had been wearing last night. Poor guy, I know me talking with him about having sex probably feels like he’s talking to his daughter about it. I’m surprised he’s taking it so well. The first time my daddy and I spoke about it, he turned into a fire-breathing dragon, wanting to slowly maim then murder every man I’d ever bedded. That’s a long list, and even longer if you include the men who I didn’t actually fuck, but fooled around with. I never said I was a saint.

  Finishing up by sliding on my shoes, I meet him in the hall, where my boss hasn’t moved a muscle.

  “Sorry, Doctor,” I whisper, slumping my shoulders as I walk past him toward the front of his house, feeling helpless and deeply sorry for Big’s savage interruption of my day and certainly his. He was the one who picked me up last night, even though I don’t remember it, and has been the one to care for me since this morning. Pretty awful when you do a good deed and are faced with a gun to the head in return.

  Fuckin’, Big!

  I don’t speak as I open his front door and walk down the stairs of his quaint modern home. It’s set in what seems to be one of the higher end communities on the outskirts of our smaller city. Bikers rumbling through these parts is sure to stir up some suspicions with the snooty folks of the town. Speak of the devil, here comes a deputy now.

  “Don’t you even think of leavin’ my sight.” Big glances at me over his shoulder, loudly stepping down off the curb.

  The cruiser pulls up next to us, with the passenger window already rolled down.

  “Found her, I see,” the deputy states.

  “Yep,” Big replies with an obvious air of boredom.

  “Any more problems?”

  “Nope, we’re good here,” Big replies evenly.

  “Just checking. Gentlemen associated with Ms. Cummings seem to turn up beaten more times than not, figured I might as well stop by to make sure this one was left unharmed.”

  “Listen.” Big takes two large strides to the side of the cruiser and bends forward, resting both of his hands in the open window of the deputy’s car and tucking his head inside. “I do what I gotta do to take care of mine. This fuckstain didn’t touch, nor harm, what’s mine. Therefore, he’s free to go. Nobody gets dealt a beatin’ without the justification to do so. Now, why don’t you grab yourself some donuts and coffee on your way back to town, piggy.”

  Standing up with attitude, Big tugs a thick wad of cash from his pants pocket and tosses a twenty into the car. “It’s on me.”

  Turning away from the cop, Big’s eyes instantly find me, stern and hard as always. “Bike, Bink. Now.” He points to his hog. “Later, piggy.” He offers the deputy a two finger wave as he powerfully saunters over to his Harley.

  “Don’t cause any more trouble, Big,” the deputy calls out his window, pulling away.

  I don’t argue with Big’s order. I have to leave somehow. So I walk over to his bike, stand next to it as he slings a leg over, and then I climb on behind him.

  “Where’s your leather?” he asks, turning over the engine and kicking up the kickstand with his heel, as Gunz does the same thing from across the street.

  “It’s at my apartment.” I know that isn’t what he wants to hear, that I rode Black Betty yesterday without it. To be honest, I’m not a huge fan of wearing it. It’s a club jacket with the club’s patch on the back and my name on the breast. Looks almost like one the brothers cuts. Bad enough people can just look at me to know I’m with the Sacred Sinners. I don’t need to offer them the constant reminder when I’m riding on my motorcycle, too.

  “You can’t be riding without leather, baby doll.”

  “Don’t you dare call me baby doll, Richard,” I snap, speaking his real name, making his back turn rigid as he walks his bike into the street. I’ve hit a nerve.

  “My name’s not Richard, you tiny bitch.”

  “Sure it is, Richard Darcy. Don’t pretend like I don’t know you. I know more than most of your brothers.”

  “Why? Because you saw me fuck my fist in front of you once?”

  Interesting…so he does remember that night. I was beginning to think with all of his bangin’ dirty bar whores, recalling that I’ve seen him jack off would be the last thing he’d remember. Not sure if his recollection of that night is a positive thing or not. I’ll get back to you on that at a later date.

  “No, but I remember it too,” I whisper into his ear and wrap my arms around his stomach, pressing my breasts firmly to his leather-clad back.

  He growls once and takes off, out of white-collar-doctor-country, and into the world we all know and love. Turning onto a main road, he picks up speed on his Harley, and the constant rumbling under my ass vibrates straight into my pussy. The dull sexual ache that forever resides within, turns into a deep, hardcore burning as the walls of my pussy clench with its desperate need to be filled. Hitting a rough bump forces my nails to claw at Big’s cut, and I bite down on my bottom lip as a wave of pleasure spikes through me. I’m close, I’m so fucking close. I’m going to come. I’m going to come hard on the back of Big’s bike.

  Jerking to a slow roll at a stop sign has me leeching forward, my pussy grinding harder into the leather of my seat. Shit! The pressure that I’ve been trying to hold off, releases, and I hug him tighter as the edge of my orgasm dangles on the precipice. I know at any second I’m going to explode, and there isn’t going to be a damn thing I can do about it.

  Big forces his hog to rumble louder as he guns his bike forward, and its powerful vibrations set me off. I bury my face into his cut as my body shudders uncontrollably, grinding my pussy into his leather seat. I silently scream as a devastatingly delicious orgasm wracks my body. Pulse after pulse of ecstasy devours me, and I’m lost in sensation, as another wave peaks, and I’m forced into another earth-shattering climax. My heart furiously pounds, as my toes curl in my shoes, wetness soaks my panties, and my hands stay glued to Big’s cut, lost in orgasmic delirium. My body coils and uncoils with each post climatic shockwave that jolts my oversensitive system. Slowly, I come down from my high. I’ve never, in all my life, come so hard on a motorcycle.

  “We’re here,” he announces, coming to a stop, by placing both of his feet on the ground and shutting down the engine.

  There’s no way I let go of him right now. I’m lost in the world of quaky knees and heart palpations. I can’t see a damn thing straight. Fuck…that was amazing!

  “Where?” I whisper into his cut, my face buried between his shoulder blades.

  “Let go of me and get off the bike. We’re at the clubhouse.” His shoulders move, and I feel his hands fall to his sides.

  “I don’t want to be here. I need to go home.” I explain breathily.

  “I didn’t just pay a shitload of cash for a female pussy doctor to come check your shit for you to go home.”

  What. The. Hell?

  “What?!” I yell, sitting up and catapulting myself off the bike. Left standing, wobbly-legged on the dirt driveway with my hands on my hips, as I scornfully stare down the big controlling jerkhead.

  “Pussy…doctor,” he speaks slowly, treating me like a moron. “I gotta be sure he didn’t drug and rape ya last night.”

  “Are you insane?!”

  Climbing off the bike, he shakes his head, coming to stand beside me. “Get in the fuckin’ clubhouse and get that pussy checked, before I make you do it. So do us both a solid and shut your mouthy trap and do what you are told for once.”

  “Nope,” I blurt.

  He grabs hold of my upper arm. “Yes. I’m your fuckin’ Prez, Bink. Now get inside.”

  “No.” I jerk my arm back, trying t
o break his hold, which doesn’t do me any good.

  “Listen, you go inside, you have her get all up in that tight, pretty, pink, and probably shaved shit. Then I’ll have Gunz take you home. But nobody’s gonna take you home until I know for sure you weren’t raped.”

  “How’s she gonna know if I was or not? I might have had sex yesterday.” I look up at him.

  “Did you?” He speculatively glances down at me, raising a brow, with a knowing smile curling up from the corner of his smart mouth.

  “Well…no.”

  He nods curtly. “See, just do it.”

  Dragging me unwilling me by my upper arm, not actually hurting me but pissing me off further, he pulls me through the front doors of the club. Standing in the main part of the clubhouse is an ancient looking doctor in a white lab coat and a wrinkly smile. Three brothers are seated at the bar drinking and not paying a bit of attention to the doctor or us.

  “Doc, here she is. She’s all yours, and if she gives you any trouble, call me.” Big releases his grip, staring down at me, with an unyielding expression on his face. “Do. It. Bink.”

  Fine! I’ll do it, you overgrown, blue-eyed, steroid-boosted control freak. Who I’d like to knock the sexy right outta, asshole!

  I leer at him as he stalks away. The loud scuffing of his boot heels forces me to shiver, and a flare of goosebumps appear across my skin. I think I might actually hate him!

  What. A. Day! What a fucking, emotionally tiring, day.

  I’m now home. I’m alone, and I’m lying in bed, naked, staring at my ceiling. Relishing in the quietness of my tiny apartment and trying not to think about my poor puppy. I haven’t spoken about it at all today. I didn’t want to give that giant asshole the satisfaction of making me cry.

  The doctor took me into my room at the clubhouse, where she gave me a thorough exam. The blood tests she ran won’t be back until a later date. I’m not pregnant, which is no shocker there. And I wasn’t penetrated last night, again, no shocker. Not sure what she or Big Dick expected to find, but my pussy is clean, primped, and tight. I’m careful when I fuck, never going without a condom. I’m not stupid, even though I’m not on the pill. I don’t like the way they make me feel. So condoms are my only birth control method, and they’ve worked perfectly since I lost my virginity in high school.

  Gunz drove me home in his pickup a few hours ago, and I was welcomed home to Black Betty sitting unharmed in the driveway. Apparently, when Big fixed my fence yesterday, it wasn’t the only thing he did. I now have a brand-new patio table and chair set, a grill and a fire pit. The fence is now impenetrable, which doesn’t matter anymore because I’ll never get another dog. And he left a vase of white roses on my kitchen table. It’s nice to be back into my own little slice of peaceful normalcy. Fingers crossed that sense of peace carries through the rest of the week, and I don’t get fired tomorrow.

  Thankfully, for my own sanity, I haven’t seen or heard from Big Dick since he brought me to the club, handing me over to the doctor and walking away. I left without saying goodbye. Gunz had been stationed outside the bedroom door where I had my exam. So when I finished, I made us some sandwiches in the club's kitchen before he brought me home. But not before he made me promise to come to the Saturday family outing at the club and to bring my famous cookies and meatballs. I relented because it’s hard to tell him no. Where Big Dick’s a pushy, forward, insolent jerk, Gunz, who’s in his mid-40’s, bald, with a short graying goatee and covered in tattoos, he may look tough, but isn’t. Well, he is tough, but not with me. He doesn’t push me around; he’s always been respectful and sweet. Plus, I think I’m the only person he’s ever shared his suckers with. From what I hear, Gunz quit smokin’ when I was a kid and started using suckers as a replacement. So the inside pocket of his cut is always stocked full, and it’s rare when you don’t see him with one in his mouth.

  “You know he’s just lookin’ out for ya,” Gunz said, holding out a strawberry sucker for me on our drive home.

  “He has a shitty way of showin’ it.” I stole the sucker from him, ripping the wrapper off, shoving the sweetness into my mouth, and.rolling the wrapper into a ball with my fingers.

  “Yeah, he does. But he cares for you. Not like you give him much of a chance to take care of you,” Gunz said.

  I pulled my knees to my chest, gazing out the window, watching the world fly by. “I don’t need to be kept.”

  “Sometimes in life we don’t get a say in the things that we want or don’t. You’re Bink, you’re our girl. You might not have asked to be part of this life or to grow up in a place like this. But that’s what you got and there ain’t one man in that place who wouldn’t bleed for you. Especially Prez.”

  Shrugging my shoulders, I swept my eyes over the expanse of the land out the passenger window. “I guess,” I muttered under my breath, done with the conversation and anything that pertains to Big or his colorful ways of taking care of me.

  You live in this life from birth and don’t know anything but. You don’t know what it’s like to have a dad who works legit jobs, nine to five. You have a daddy who goes on runs for weeks at a time, doing God knows what. You have a mother who resents you because you’re allowed to stay at the clubhouse when she’s not. There are rules for old ladies, and she’s always had to follow them, just like the rest of the women. I can’t help that she hated me and refused to care for me when I was sick or help me with my homework. I’ve only ever had the brothers to help; I had Gunz, Big Dick, Gypsy, Tripper, Blimp, Mickey, and Dallas to take me clothes shopping and to love and care for me when she refused. I have two sisters that my mother’s always fawned over, always been proud of. Sisters, she went dress shopping with for prom and to buy their first bras and makeup. Did I get that? No fucking way. I’m the black sheep. Remember.

  Lindy Sue Cummings considers me the evil spawn of her womb. I can’t recall a single time I ever back talked her or did anything to merit such hatred from a woman who is supposed to be preprogrammed to love me. Me just breathing in her direction has her hissing at me, malevolently staring, or downright cussing at me. When you think you’re the scum of the earth because your mother detests you, you sometimes wonder what you did to deserve it or what’s wrong with you. I’ve never voiced my feelings about this to anyone except Big on the rare occasion.

  When I think of my mother, or Lindy Sue as I call her to her face. The memory that prominently plays on a reel in my head happened in fourth grade, the day I desperately needed my mother, and she wasn’t there for me. Looking back now, it was the defining moment of our fragile relationship. It was the day I got made fun of in school because I’d started growing breasts and had no bras to wear. I was past the training bra stage, and I didn’t know what I needed or how to get them. My mother never discussed with me feminine hygiene, bras, make-up, periods, or anything revolving around those things a mother is to inform her daughter of. I spent most of my time at the club. And let’s face it, men aren’t knowledgeable on those sorts of female elements.

  The bell rung signaling the end of the day. With tears streaming down my face, I scurried down the front steps of school. Daddy had gone on a run, so Gunz, Big Dick, and Tripper were waiting on their Harleys outside in the parking lot.

  The familiar growl of Big echoed above the sounds of kids, and the cars waiting to retrieve their children as I ran across the pavement, toward the bikers in my life, swiping tears from my eyes. Once I reached them, Big smoothly dismounted motorcycle and yanked me protectively into his arms.

  “What the fuck happened?” he demanded, his hands quickly removing my backpack and throwing it to Gunz, who caught it with ease and strapped it to the back of his bike.

  “Bink, talk to me,” he repeated, gentler this time, picking me off the ground and holding me to his chest. The comforting scent of his leather cut surrounded me, offering me peace. Uncontrollably, I sobbed in his arms, and he held me, rubbing my back, my head tucked against his warmth. I felt safe. Big’s arms created that pro
tective barrier, warding off the awful parts of the world. Somehow the smell of leather, cigars, beer, and cologne became my safe haven and still offers me that sense of comfort to this day.

  “Bink,” Gunz spoke after minutes passed and my tears began to dry up. He pushed an open sucker toward my face that was smashed against Big. I lifted my head and sucked the sweet lolly into my mouth. The small gesture of goodness helped soothe my aching heart.

  “Thank you,” I whispered, my cheek resting against Big’s chest, the rapid beating of his heart thumping in my ear, offering me an even deeper level of comfort.

  “It’s okay, baby girl,” Gunz reassured, lightly brushing his fingertips up and down my tiny arm.

  A mild grumbling sound reverberated from Big’s chest, and I glanced up, my chin on his cut. The biggest ice-blue eyes were trained on me, full of deep concern.

  “Baby doll, tell me what happened,” Big said calmly, with the sweetest tone.

  So I told them. I told them how Marcy Dunbar was in the bathroom and had flicked my boob, making fun of me and how my nipples stood erect. I told them how that same awful girl had informed my entire class that I was poor, my mother was a slut, and that I didn’t even know who my real father was. How I’d spent all of recess being tormented by a group of those prissy rich girls. How I’d cried in class when the pain became too much to bear and was sent to the principal’s office to calm down. And how my mother had been called, but she never came to pick me up. I disclosed every mortifying detail.

  When I was done, Big kissed my forehead, set me on the back of his bike and helped secure my helmet. And with my miniature hand held in his, he met my gaze and said, “Bink, me and the boys are gonna take care of you. Ain’t no stupid little bitch gonna get away with that. I don’t care how old she is. A bitch is a bitch, and bitches get dealt with. Now stop that cryin’.” His free hand wiped the salty tears from my puffy eyes. “Time to take our girl shopping, you down with that?”