Behind Blue Eyes (17 page)

Jasmine stuck out her tongue and began to lick the water from his feet. She heard him let out a light moan. She smiled to herself, and when she was finished with one foot she moved to the other.

“Is your pussy wet?”

It was degrading to admit it, but she did. “Yes.”

“You’re a dirty little pissed-off whore, aren’t you?”

She couldn’t respond because he shoved three of his toes into her mouth. “Suck.”

She licked, sucked and lovingly bathed them in her saliva as if it were his cock. She was his again and he didn’t even need to fuck her to prove it.

He scooted forward to the edge of the toilet seat. Using her hair as a leash as he brought her face back up to his crotch and stuck his cock inside her mouth, pushing her head all the way down until she reached his pubic hair. Her arms flailed for a moment, and then she locked her hands behind her back.

Nuke pulled his cock out and used it to smack her across the face. He then aggressively shoved his cock into her mouth again and moved her head up and down using her hair. His cock glistened with her spit as little pools of her saliva dripped onto the floor.

He took his cock from her mouth again and pushed her head back down onto the floor. “Lick it up,” he said and pointed to the pools of spit. Jasmine hungrily did as he ordered. He smiled as he stood up and walked over to his jeans, which were in a pile on the floor. He removed his belt and looped an end around his hand. “Lay down on your back,” he commanded.

She was barely in position as his hand came down swiftly onto her tits. She screamed out in both pleasure and pain. He quickly followed it with two more licks of the belt. Her breasts felt like they were on fire.

“Spread your legs.”

Jasmine spread her legs and Nuke began smacking in between her thighs with the belt. She was screaming, squirming on the floor. Tears streamed from her eyes as he continued to punish her with the belt.

***

Mitch, Ice and Amy stood outside the bathroom door. “Fuck, I can’t tell. Are they making up, or do we need to go in there and save her ass before he kills her?” Mitch asked as Jasmine let out another blood-curdling scream. “I’m getting tired of dead bodies on the compound! You don’t shit where you eat!”

Ice placed his ear to the door. “They’re making up,” Ice replied. “I mean, I think I hear moaning, too, from both of them.”

Amy moved next to Ice and placed her ear on the door. She nodded and said, “Yeah, yeah, it’s make-up sex!”

Mitch groaned. “You guys are making me old before my time.” He shook his head as he limped over and sat down in one of the chairs. “Back in the day, we fucked doggy-style and had a three-way. That was kinky sex. If you were lucky enough to find a woman that did anal, you were a happy man. Why can’t your generation just do that and be satisfied?” He shook his head in bewilderment as he looked at Ice.

Ice shrugged. “It’s not as fun!”

***

“What do you say?” Nuke’s cock got even harder as the welts started to appear on her skin.

Jasmine could do nothing but moan out loud.

He was sure that everyone in the clubhouse could hear them and he didn’t care. This was their way of having make-up sex. He was holding back for as long as he could. He needed to taste her.

He moved down and began kissing her pussy, letting his tongue slowly slip inside. Jasmine gasped as his slick tongue darted in and out of her. He hungrily sucked on her.

Jasmine whimpered out loud as he moved his fingers into her pussy and continued to suck on her clit. He spread her wide open as he dove in deeper.  She arched her back as she rode his face, grinding up and down on his scruffy goatee. Tears of pleasure streamed down her cheeks as a burst of ecstasy hit her hard. She screamed as a huge wave of orgasm filled her body. Nuke stayed latched onto her until she was sweaty and weak from coming.

“I love you,” Nuke mumbled against her crotch as he gave her pussy one last long suck and a kiss. He climbed on top of her and pushed his cock inside her. “I need you!” Nuke murmured as he crushed his mouth against hers.

Jasmine moaned loudly while his long, thick cock slid in and out of her. She could taste herself on his lips.  Her body was throbbing from the sting of the belt, and her pussy was on fire from this throbbing cock. Every fiber of her body felt alive again, thanks to her man.

He pumped her faster and harder, scooting her across the title floor until they hit the edge of the shower.  He growled as he slammed his cock in her pussy. “This is going to be quick, baby, I’m sorry. I just need you so bad!”

“I love you!” Jasmine moaned and wrapped her arms around his neck.

He hooked her legs in the crook of his arms and entered her even deeper. “Fuck, baby!” He pumped in and out of her, his blue eyes holding her gaze. “Tell me what you want me to do.”

“Love me.” Jasmine kissed him hard.

“I’ll love you forever, baby. Come with me!” he growled as he thrust into her, shooting his load, filling her up with his cum as she covered his cock with her orgasm.

His eyes were smoldering as he kissed Jasmine with the need of a man who couldn’t live without her. Then he whispered, “I told you something was going to come between us. I didn’t think it would be me.”

“I forgive you.”

He kissed her slowly several times.

She looked up into his deep blue eyes. “I missed you so much, I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t sleep, I couldn’t eat. All I wanted was for you to come home and hold me in your arms. I wasn’t disrespecting you and our marriage when I sold the ring. I just needed you, Nuke. I needed you safe.”

“I know, baby. I was being stupid. All I wanted to do was hold you in my arms, too.” Nuke kissed her nose.

“I’m glad you’re home!”

“Me too! I’m tired!” Nuke rolled off of her and lay on the floor next to her. “We’re so fucked up,” he chuckled. “I didn’t think you’d lick that spit up off the floor. That was fucking hot!” He pulled her onto his chest.

“I can’t believe I did that either!” Jasmine giggled. “I thought you would come into the bedroom but you didn’t. My eyes opened at every sound, plus I’m pretty sure that Rocket and Zoe were screwing on the floor in front of the bedroom door.”

“Yeah, they were. I kept on watching the bedroom door in hopes that you’d come back out,” Nuke laughed. Nuke caressed the welts on her body. “You fucked that girl up!” he chuckled.

“I had to mark my territory!” Jasmine kissed his nipple. “Are we going to be okay?” Jasmine stared up at him.

“Yes, trust me!” He pulled her to him and kissed her again. “Believe it or not, I’m the good guy in all of this.”

***

Their arms were wrapped around each other when they finally exited the bathroom an hour later. All heads turned to look at them as they strolled into the main room of the clubhouse.

“That had to be the most fucked-up make-up sex I’ve ever heard. The two of you need counseling!” Toby laughed as he sat down in one of the chairs. “Seriously, you both look a little worse for wear.”

“It works for us!” Jasmine replied as she hugged Nuke tighter.

“I can see that.” Toby looked them over again and shook his head with a grin.

“We’re going home. I’m tired as fuck!” Nuke said as he led Jasmine outside. They walked toward Jasmine’s car. One of the prospects opened the gate for them. As Nuke opened her door, movement across the street caught his attention.

He could see the silhouette of a man crouching between two vehicles. At that moment, everything happened fast. He saw two more figures appear. That was when he turned to call for Toby. Before the words were out of his mouth, a bevy of firebombs landed over their fence. Glass fragments and fire flew through the air as screams began to ring out.

He saw one of the hang arounds rolling on the ground. Fire had engulfed his entire upper body.

Nuke tossed Jasmine to the ground and shielded her with his body as more firebombs landed near them. He reached behind his back for his gun, which he didn’t have. “Shit. Listen to me, stay here!” he said into her ear. Jasmine nodded and he kissed her before he got up and raced to the back of the clubhouse.

He scrambled up and over the fence and headed the back way toward the three people who were setting the Hells Vipers compound a blaze.

As he neared them, two of the assailants took off but that didn’t matter to him. He only needed one to get the information he wanted. The straggler tried to follow his friends, but it was too late. Nuke leaped through the air and took him to the ground.

He quickly stood up, grabbing the man by the front of his dark hoodie. He snatched the hood away from his face. “Who in the hell are you?” Nuke followed his question with hard punches to the man’s face and body.

“Fuck you!” The man spit blood into Nuke’s face.

With one blow, Nuke knocked the aggressor out. He then noticed the Disciples of Ares tattoo on his neck. He dragged him back across the street and to the Hells Vipers compound, where several areas were in flames. So far, coming back home had not gone as he’d imagined.

If You Want Blood (You Got It)

“This place sucks!” Nuke said as he stepped over the body of a Disciples of Ares club member. “How were they calling this a clubhouse? It’s an embarrassment to the MC community,” Nuke grumbled as he went through the last closet and gathered up what was salvageable. He’d only retrieved three semi-automatic pistols.

“I don’t know!” Kevin gasped for air as he bent over and zip-tied the ankles of another dead club member.  “I hate this shit!”

“You hate the clean-up,” Nuke replied.  Nuke opened a drawer and removed several bags of weed. He opened one of the bags of marijuana and smelled it. “I got dibs on the weed.” He stuck the baggies in his pocket.

“Why do you always get the weed?” Pipe griped as he wiped the blood onto his jeans that was dripping from the pipe in his hand. He then re-hooked it back onto his belt.

“I didn’t say I wouldn’t share, douchebag!” Nuke laughed as he knelt down and lifted the upper part of the body as Pipe lifted the feet. The body was bagged in the plastic they brought with them. They carried it out to the van parked in the backyard.

“Did Jasmine tell you that her friend from work hooked up with Medic?”

Nuke chuckled. “Yeah, she told me. It’s nothing serious. I guess Medic had one of his PTSD moments and she’s not answering his calls anymore. She also avoided Jasmine on her last day of work. Why, you interested in her now? I heard she has a crush on you.”

“Fuck no! I mean, I don’t know. Medic said she could squirt. What do you mean on her last day of work? She quit?”

“I had her quit.”

“She’s not even working there to cover vacations and stuff?”

Nuke shook his head as they put the body into the back of the van. They rolled it up against the other stiff that was already inside. They caught their breath, then turned around and headed back into the house. Kevin was sitting on the couch.

“Good job at not getting your DNA all over the place!” Nuke said sarcastically.

“I’m tired!”

“You’re being lazy. You don’t mind the killing but you hate the clean-up!”

Kevin flipped Nuke off. “These guys are fat and my back hurts.”

“You’ve always hated the clean-up!” Pipe replied as he and Nuke knelt down to pick up the last body. “Why you make her quit?”

“Who quit what?” Kevin butted into the conversation.

“Jasmine and I want her home.”

“And you want to keep her all to yourself,” Pipe added.

“Yeah, is that a problem?”

“You’re a micromanager!” Pipe said with a slight laugh.

“Yep and I’ll admit it, I’ve gotten worse since I got out of jail.”

“We should have brought a hang around with us!” Kevin reiterated, bringing the attention back to him.

“How is that smart? Hmm? Non-patch members at a hit?” Nuke asked as he and Pipe headed outside to the van.”

Kevin slowly got up off the couch.  “How is it smart that we didn’t take them all out?” He picked up the girl that was tied and gagged in the corner. He tossed her over his shoulder.

“And how is it smart that she’s still breathing?” Kevin called out to Nuke as he trailed behind them. He waited until they had the body inside the van before he tossed the sobbing girl on top of the dead men.

“The President, VP and Sergeant at Arms, that’s enough death to get our point across,” Nuke responded as he closed the van door. He then walked up to the front of the van and climbed into the driver’s seat. He started the vehicle as Pipe went back inside the house to make sure that it was clean of anything that could lead to the HV.

“Remember, it was your father who taught us; the point is to make a statement without drawing unwanted attention,” Nuke continued. “We don’t want an all-out war again. The civilians will start hating on us because we’re involved in another biker war.”

Kevin climbed onto the passenger seat.

“You need to remember, too, that my dad also told us to snort pepper right before we shoot our loads. Man, that was some fucked-up advice. Tell the truth, you tried the pepper, didn’t you?” Kevin smirked.

“Yeah,” Nuke said, giving him a halfway smile. “Damn near sneezed myself to death,” he chuckled.

Kevin groaned as he shifted in the passenger seat. “My back really does hurt. You got anything for pain at your house?”

Nuke nodded. “After we take care of this, we can swing by my place.”

“What are you going to do about your brother and that whole mess?” Kevin asked.

“Tech told me that Holden is in over his head in debt. He owes everyone he knows. I’m positive that’s why he attempted to be a drug dealer by using the kiosks at the mall.”

“It’s not easy dealing drugs. Television makes it look like anyone can do it.”

“Mm hmm, I don’t know if he was banging the mom first or the daughter. He set me up from the beginning.”

“He’s fucked you over before, dude, but I know it’s hard to see it coming from family.”

“I know but him stashing drugs on me five years ago wasn’t the first time my family has screwed me.”

“Why is he in so much debt?”

“Gambling. He’s in deep.”

“You don’t think that one of them shot him? The people he owes money to?”

“I don’t think so. I truly believe that he planned it all to get me down to Indy and to Kordell’s house. I was the scapegoat for their murder plan. He needed me to want to help him even though I hate his fucking guts.”

“Eighteen-year-old girl and a killer. Women are insane.”

Nuke laughed. “You got that right!”

“You going to prove all of this or just do it the old fashion way and give him your own justice?”

“I have no idea. It might be one of those things where karma will just fuck him up in the end,” he chuckled. “At least the insurance company hasn’t paid up yet. Holden is still a broke-ass motherfucker.”

Kevin twisted in the seat to look back at the house. He then shifted back towards Nuke. “Hey, did I tell you that I beat the shit out of a skank with a belt?”

Nuke gazed over at him. “No, you didn’t. Did you like it?”

Kevin smiled. “Yep, it’s a good way to release some anger.”

Nuke shook his head. “Never discipline in anger. I’ve told you that! You can cause permanent damage or kill somebody. You have to be in control when you enforce obedience. Anger is not a controlled emotion.”

“You don’t really expect me to believe that, do you? I know you, Nuke; you probably beat the shit out of Harley Quinn,” Kevin said, chuckling as he used the nickname that Pipe had given Jasmine.

Nuke looked into the rearview mirror, which was angled towards the house; Pipe was still inside. “No, I don’t, not like that. We practice domestic discipline. I also flog, paddle and use the strap or my hand for discipline or in foreplay. She’s not ready for the whip yet but I don’t walk in the house and beat my wife if the dishes aren’t clean.”

“I thought you were going to fuck Jasmine up at your homecoming party.”

“Naw, I was upset that she sold her wedding ring. I wasn’t so upset that I would fuck up my marriage.”

Kevin stared at Nuke, still not convinced. He knew how out-of-control violent Nuke could get and he could, too. It’s one of the things that made him, Nuke and Pipe such good friends. “What if she cheated, I bet that would set you off?”

“Why are you trying to get me to say I’d beat my wife?”

“Because you spend too much time with her. It’s not healthy!”

“You sound like a bitch right now, you know that?” Nuke shook his head at Kevin. “She didn’t steal me away from you” he chuckled. “I’m still your friend. Aren’t we having a bonding moment tonight?” he teased. “It’s the three of us, just like old times.”

“Fuck you!” Kevin laughed hard.

“What girl did you beat with a belt?”

“This gash that works at a liquor store over on Ray Street.”

“Can she get us free alcohol?”

“Yep, she got the alcohol for your party.”

“Cool. What the fuck is he doing in there?” Nuke asked as he twisted around in his seat and looked back at the house.

“He’s probably doing something weird with a pipe.”

“There’s no one in there for him do anything weird with.”

“He can do weird crap to himself.”

Nuke chuckled. “Jasmine told me that when she worked in long-term care that she had a few patients with prolapsed rectums. That’s going to be him one day, always shoving stuff up his ass. It’s just going to fall out one day.”

They both laughed as Pipe walked out of the house with two plastic shopping bags. He climbed in through the back door of the van and sat down on the side seat.

“What took you so long?” Nuke asked as he drove off.

“I got us food,” Pipe said and held up the bags. “I was hungry, figured you two would be also.”

“Way to look out, bro. What you got?” Kevin attempted to turn around in his seat and flinched in pain.

“You’re really hurting, huh?” Pipe asked with a concerned look.

“Yeah, I’m not sure what I did. I think I’m just getting old.”

“We’re all getting old,” Nuke said as the stopped at a stop light. “Honest to God, I fell asleep the other night at nine thirty.”

“I watch Antiques Road Show!” Pipe chucked. “I wish I could find some crap that’s worth a whole lot of money.”

“We watch it, too!” Nuke laughed. “We play a drinking game. You know the episodes where they show you what the price was and what it is now? We guess higher or lower and whoever loses has to drink.” Nuke continued to chuckle. “We get fucked up some nights.”

“Can you imagine how disappointed the biker fetish women of the world would be right now hearing this conversation?” Kevin laughed as he looked out of the window.

“They’d probably be scared shitless considering the cargo that we got in the van!” Nuke replied. “Including that bitch back there squirming.”

“I got some ham, roast beef and bologna. Bread, too. The other stuff we have to cook. They had steaks in the freezer. I took some snacks, chips, cookies and the Mountain Dew. It’s a two-liter but it hasn’t been opened.”

“We use to fuck the same women. I’m sure all of us can drink out of the same two-liter,” Nuke said as the light turned green and he drove towards the highway.

“Yep, we USED TO!” Kevin arched an eyebrow as he looked over at Nuke.

Nuke shook his head. “You think I spend too much time with my wife, too?” He looked in the rearview mirror at Pipe.

“Nope, if I was married to a good woman, I’d spend time with her. That’s how you keep a good woman. I just can’t find one that’s worth keeping.”

“What about the waitress?” Kevin asked.

“She’s back with her ex, but she still wants to hook up. I hate women like that. Why do they expect someone to be loyal to them when they can’t be loyal to you?”

“All women are whores,” Kevin said as images of Cindy flashed through his mind and he dismissed them quickly. How could he have been so blind when it came to her?

“Not all women,” Nuke said. “If you keep getting a whore, it’s because you keep choosing a whore to be with. It’s like when women say that all men are dogs. They don’t want to self-reflect and realize that they keep choosing a dog to be with. They put up with his shit, keep taking him back over and over again. Men do it, too. They keep letting those skank women in their beds. Next thing you know, they’re knocked up and you’re stuck with that woman you don’t want and some kid for life.”

“He’s right about that.” Pipe handed Kevin a sandwich. “You want a sandwich?” He tapped Nuke on the arm.

“No, I’m good. I’ll take some cookies, though.”

Pipe dug around in the bag and handed him a snack pack of chocolate chip cookies.

“Hey, what do you call a whore in her own bed?” Nuke asked as he threw cookies into his mouth.

“I don’t know, what?” Kevin asked.

“Rare!” Nuke chuckled hard.

Kevin shook his head and Pipe stared at him. “I don’t get it. Rare?” Pipe asked as he rolled up a piece of ham and shoved it in his mouth. “Why is she uncooked?”

“You’re a fucking moron!” Nuke said as he shook his head in disbelief.

Kevin laughed so hard that he moaned out in pain as he leaned forward and grabbed his lower back.

“You said ‘rare’!” Pipe replied defensively. “That doesn’t make sense.”

“Motherfucker, ‘rare’ as in ‘unusual’; it’s rare that a whore is in her own bed!”

“Ooo, alright, I get it now. I thought you meant she wasn’t cooked. I was thinking why would I cook a whore?” Pipe laughed.

Nuke snorted so hard that cookies sprayed out of his mouth.

Pipe ate another piece of ham, then put the bag on the seat next to him. “I get so fucking horny on nights like this.”

Kevin and Nuke both nodded in agreement. “It’s the adrenalin of kill or be killed,” Nuke said as he poured the last of the cookies into his mouth.

Pipe looked at the bound girl, who was staring at him with fear in her eyes. He cocked his head to the side, and then he tilted it back to a straight position. “I’m horny but even I wouldn’t fuck her. Her perfume smells bad; it’s giving me a headache!” Pipe fussed.