The Ride (15 page)

            Spent the entire day away from Lil again. Shit doesn't make me happy, but club business is club business. “Peaches texted, dinner at your place,” Gin says shrugging at me. No clue either. Both of us parking and walking into the club. “Got the same shit,” Stitch says walking into the club right on my heels. I guess we're eating at my place tonight. “We better go before we're late,” Gin says with a smirk. He knows he's late Peaches is reaming his ass. Then again I'd rather not piss Lil off either. Dropping shit off at the club we head back to my place. Walking in it smells like a fucking dream in here. Not sure what it is, but I'm eating it. Peaches is sitting on my living room floor looking through magazines. Leaving her I go in search of Lil. I find her and Cali in the kitchen. Cali digging through cupboards. Lil sitting on the counter, beer in hand. “Hey baby. You hungry?” she asks me with a sweet smile. Shit yes, and it isn’t for food. Handing me a loaded plate she goes about making Gin's and Happy's ignoring my attempts at getting her alone and naked. Looking down at the food I make out meat and potatoes. Not sure what kind. Don't matter. It looks and smells amazing, I'm eating it. “It's not dog food.” Lil laughs at me looking at my food. “Its honey teriyaki glazed pork chops. Garlic roasted red potatoes. And sautéed veggies.” Sounds good to me. Sitting on the couch, Stitch and Gin sit with me. The girls sitting on the floor around the coffee table. This isn't usual, but don't mean I don't like it. “Why we havin' this little dinner?” I ask Lil cautiously. I have a feeling there is more to this. The girls share a look causing them to laugh. Sneaky bitches. “Peaches said you'd be suspicious.” Shit yes I am. The girls want to cook, there must be a reason. “One of you bitches pregnant?” Stitch asks looking a tad sick. Cali smacks his leg, “no you ass hole.” Looking at Lil she rolls her eyes at me. Can't blame a guy for wondering. “Fucking hell. We were just planning a little trip for the fourth,” Lil explains. A little trip? That girl isn’t going any fucking where without me. About to say so she stops me. “All of us on a trip,” she corrects me, waving a hand around everyone. Damn right we're all going. “I talked to everyone; we're staying up at the lake cabins for a few days. We've got the whole club going, plus a few people from other chapters.” Oh shit it's going to be a Disciples party. Shits about to get wild. Eating, bullshitting, and drinking I send everyone home. I need me some Lil time.

            Walking into the bathroom the showers running. My fucking girl in there naked and I'm out here. There's something wrong with that picture. Swinging open the curtain Lil jumps a foot and yells, “what the fuck Tank?” Those big beautiful brown eyes wide and blinking rapidly. That perfect fucking body wet. “What?” I retort. Not sure why she's yelling at me. Glaring at me she tugs the curtain closed. Fuck that. Pulling it open again she looks at me like I'm crazy. “You can't just come in here and fling the curtain open!” She can't be serious. Been all over that naked body. Fucked every inch of her and she's acting shy now? She tries to tug it closed again. She's not hiding from me. “The fuck I can't. You're mine. I'll do whatever the fuck I want.” Smacking at my hand she keeps tugging that stupid fucking curtain. I'm about to rip the thing down. “It's called privacy,” she states. Fuck privacy. All fired up she's yelling and throwing her hands in the air. I think I do this shit just to get her like this. I like bossy fired up Lil. “Not here. Not with me. When it comes to you, I'll do whatever the fuck I want,” I tell her. She knows what's up. That makes her flip. Hands thrown in the air she yells at me. Spitting out all kinds of, fucks, shits, motherfuckers, along with every other curse known to man. Fired up Lil is a sight. She's got me hard as a motherfucker watching her stomp around and yell at me. “I hate that cocky ass motherfucking smirk,” she hollers at me pointing that cute little finger in my chest. Standing here naked screaming at me, she don't really need privacy she just likes picking fights with me. Just like I do. I don't even realize I'm smirking. I know she's lying about the smirk anyways. That smile she's trying to hide tells me how fucking much she likes it when I smirk at her. Watching water stream down her perfect body. Eyes heated. I need to touch her. “C'mere baby.” Shaking her head she backs into the wall. “Now!” Batting at my hands she yells some crazy shit. “You go away!” Ripping my shirt off I go in after her. Hands all over that wet naked body I've got her, she’s not going anywhere. Hands full of that ass I carry to my bed throw her down and fuck her caveman style. I fuck her hard like I own that shit and she loves every fucking second of it.

Lil

            The club is calm today. The gash have cleared out, only a few stragglers hanging around. Old ladies at home tending to their families and packing. Cali and Peaches are getting things together for our trip. The guys either off riding or in the shop. Pop's in his office and I've no idea where Tank went. I just finished up doing some orders for my dad. Sitting on the bar Tiny's sitting on the stool in front of me. “You gunna braid it?” he grumbles at me tipping his chin at me. His permanent grumpy frown in place. Do I have a choice? I should have never started this when I was six. “Yeah,” I sigh tiredly. Tilting his head towards me I set about braiding his long ass beard into two braids. Small smile on his face while I do it. “Why can't Kiki do this?” I ask him. Laughing his deep belly laugh reminds me of being a little girl all over again. Sitting on this very bar, hanging with all my uncles and aunties. “Ain't 'bout can't. Bitch won’t.” Sounds about right. Aunty Kiki doesn't do things she doesn't want to. Hell she won't do things she wants to just to piss Tiny off. Walking into the room my dad sits down next to me. He doesn't look super happy, but then again he doesn't look mad either. “Still makin' her do that shit? Ain't no whores do it for you?” my dad asks Tiny. Taking a sip of his beer Tiny shakes his head. “Ya think Kiki gunna let the gash do it?” My dad seems to get it. “Plus like when sis does it.” Kiki would kill Tiny if he set foot near a whore. She gives him hell for even breathing the same air. “Good point.” Dad looks between the two of us something deep in his eyes looks soft. “Reminds me when you was little,” he reminisces softly. It does. I'd make Tiny sit in the exact same spot and practice my braiding on him. “Gotta ask you somethin',” he asks looking at me sternly. Oh shit.

            Tiny left us alone. Not sure this is going to go well. Should have made Tiny stay. I may need back up for this. “We gotta talk 'bout somethin'. And I'm warnin' you, you best be honest with me Lilly.” Fuck he used my real name, it's serious. “Okay,” I mutter wearily. Taking a long pull from his beer he sets it back down on the bar, serious eyes turned to me. “What the fuck goin' on between you n' my VP?” he asks point blank, no pussy footing around. Shit. He gives me a look. It's only a look a parent can give. Arms crossed stern seriousness in his eyes. The look that says he already knows, but he wants to hear it from me. And he wants the truth. “We've been spending time together,” I tell him the PG version. “Spendin' time doin'? ...” Well hell. Shrugging I try to buy time to think of something that isn't going to get Tank killed and me sent away. Twenty-five years old and he still scares the holy hell out of me. “Gettin' to know each other.” He looks at me like I'm stupid. “The fuck you are. Brothers ain't supposed to be tryin' to fuck with you.” These damn rules. Since I was a little girl and up into my teen years brothers were off limits unless pop picked them. “I know, but I'm the one talkin' to him.” Not that Tank's been staying away either, but he doesn't need to know what. “Before I go find him n' put 'a bullet in his head. He treatin' ya good?” Nodding my head I can't keep the stupid smile off of my face. Dad sees it. Groaning he scrubs his hands down his face in pure father agony. This is pretty uncomfortable. Coming in a close second to the awkward sex talk we had when I was eleven. “Fuck!” Slamming the rest of his beer back he tosses the bottle into the garbage. “Jesus Christ Lilly.” Oh shit there's that real name again. “You puttin' me in 'a bad spot. You my baby, but he's my VP. Fuck.” Putting my hands over his I give him a reassuring smile. “I'm good daddy. Things are fine. Please don't kill Tank.” Shaking his head he looks annoyed, but not murderous. Which is a good sign. “I don't fuckin' like this shit baby. I swear one tear because of him he's gone, six feet under, gone. You stay the fuck outta his way too. Don't let what y'all got goin' get in the clubs way. We clear?” Nodding my head I smile. That's the best I'm getting out of him. He's a hard man and doing soft isn't easy for him. “Shit. You're killin' me Lilly.” Hugging him to me I kiss his cheek. This is my dad's way of loving me. “Love you daddy.” Patting my back he squirms uncomfortably. Not an affectionate guy, he does it only for me. “Yeah, yeah. You too baby girl. Now get your ass in my office you got shit to do.”

            Sitting at my dad’s desk I go through the plethora of paper work. That man is shit at organization. I'm up to my eye balls in invoices, order sheets, receipts, and random other paper work. And seriously does he not know what a garbage can is? I mean why must he have a collection of beer cans and bottle? Men. Dad owns a bike shop. What don't act so surprised. A biker owning a bike shop isn't uncommon. What the hell else would he do? Deliver mail? Pizzas maybe? He'd scare the shit out of anybody if he came up to their door with a pizza. Bikes are more his style. They work on bikes and other motorized things in the shop. Cars, trucks, ATV's, hell maybe even a camper or motor home. Most of the guys work in the shop too. But his main business is the custom guns and ammunition shop he owns. A select few work there. Tank, Gin, Sargent, Leo, and Tiny. They do a lot of special custom orders, hard to find guns and ammunition, and powerful weapons for special branches of the military. My grandpa opened the shop before my dad was born, since then my dad's taken it over and expanded it. So along with bike related paper work, I also have the gun related paper work to deal with. All of it written in shitty men chicken scratch style so nine times out of ten I've no idea what it is I'm even looking at. It could be a receipt or it could be a grocery list. It's a fucking tossup. Gin's been in here harassing me for twenty minutes now. “Gin I can't find the quote you're lookin' for,” I tell him with a grim shrug. He should have never left it in this black hole of an office. Stalking his big body around the room he digs through boxes and piles of paper grumbling and growling. “Come on sis I know it's in here somewhere,” he whines at me. I'm going to kill him. Digging through paper work I don't hear Tank until he's standing next to me. “Whatcha doin' baby?” His deep gruff voice hits my ears. Snapping my head up, he's looking down at me with that smirk I love to hate. “Tryin' to find some shit Gin lost.” Looking at me with glare he says, “I didn't fuckin' lose it. You're pops did.” Either way I'm the one stuck looking for it. “I'll keep lookin' and bring it to ya. Now go away,” I tell him just to get him out of my hair. “You're the best sis.” Kissing my forehead he leaves. Tank leans himself against the desk. Arms crossed over his black thermal covered chest and ankles crossed. “You comin' home with me tonight?” he asks. Although it's said as I question I know he's really not asking me, he's telling me. After dragging me naked and wet out of the shower and fucking me biker style last night I shouldn't. But since he spent thirty minutes with his head between my thighs reminding me why he's the boss, I just might. Squatting down, we're eye to eye. Wrapping a big hand around the back of my neck he pulls my face to his. “You're comin' home with me baby.” With a sigh and a smile I nod my head. Sexy rough lips crash into mine. “Damn right you are,” he growls around my lips. Just like that I puddle on the floor. Damn him and that sexy voice.

            Before heading to Tank's we had to stop by my dad’s to pack some of my things up for our lake vacation this weekend. Standing in my closet I decide it's time to move while I'm here. I'm running out of room in here. “When we get back from the lake I need to find my own place.” Tank instantly snorts a laugh from his perch against my closet door frame behind me. Turning around to see what the hell he's laughing about, his face doesn't look amused. “What?” Taking a step towards me he looks around my closet. “Move your shit into my place,” he says plainly. Is he serious? “Pardon me?” I chock out. Maybe I heard that wrong. Picking up a pair of heels he examines them. Never looking at me he says gruffly, “you live with me, yeah.” I did hear him right. Did he take a blow to the head this afternoon that I'm unaware of? “You're fuckin' with me right?” I counter dryly. Looking at me like I've lost my mind he shakes his head not finding this conversation funny. “Not even fuckin' close. I want you with me. Pack your shit baby.” Shaking my head I turn around. He's lost it. “Not gunna happen,” I throw over my shoulder dismissively. Bending over I grab some sandals for the lake. He's lost his mind. A big hand wraps around the back of my neck, the other running down my spine. I feel Tank behind me. Dick pressed into my ass. “You don't wanna live with me baby?” he asks quietly sounding mildly upset. Wrapping his big hands around my hips he pulls me against him. Pressing into me, his fingers dig into my skin. “‘Cus I want you with me.” His voice soft and smooth. He's not playing fair. That hand trails my back, over my ass to the back of my thigh. Strong fingers wrap around my thigh, thumb running smoothly back and forth over my tattoo just below my ass. “What's this one say?” he asks, distracting me. Straightening back up my back pressed to his front. One big hand snakes around my front. My tattoo is in French just like me other one.
“This is how an angle dies … her fall from grace.”
Sliding a hand under my shirt he presses his palm against my stomach. “Hmm,” he murmurs. Leaning down he whispers in my ear, “You're movin' in. I want ya in my bed every night. You're not feelin' the idea then I'll tie your ass to the bed until ya change your mind.”

10

Tank

            She said she was moving into her own place, I don't fucking this so. My girl does not need to be living alone. Told her ass she was moving in with me, end of story. She's not warmed up to the idea now. We'll sure as fuck revisit it here soon. I want her with me. It'll happen. The rumble of bikes catches my attention pulling it away from Lil. Looking out the window I see Gin, Stitch, and Crush ride up. The back door slams open. What the fuck do these three morons want? “You up there Tank?” Gin hollers for me. Fuck. “What do ya want?” Thudding footsteps make their way up stairs. No knock, they come right on in. “Aye, Chiquita Rosartia,” Gin smacks a kiss to Lil's forehead as she walks out of the closet. His greeting makes her giggle. My favorite fucking sound. “Your Spanish still fuckin' sucks.” she calls him out on it. Can't argue that. “I thought you was Native American man?” Crush asks stupidly. Lil rolls her eyes at him. No one answer the idiot. Gin just shrugs and grins like a moron. Ignoring us Stitch goes to the window acting a little fucking jumpy. We all catch it. That dude is always on edge. “What's up?” I ask him. He's always making me nervous with his weird twitchiness he's got going on. “I hear a car.” Swear that guy has the best hearing. Not a second later I hear it too. Looking out the window I see it. A police cruiser rolls up to the back porch at Lows. Fuck. “Shit,” Stitch grumbles. Crush looks a little nervous. He's new to this shit. Pigs still freak him out. Pushing past us Lil goes to the window. Pulling back the curtain she smiles looking like she could give a fuck about the cop. “Calm down, I got this,” she beams proudly. What the hell? The girl flips her head upside down shakes her hair out, stands up and plump those tits I love. Heading for the door I grab her arm. What the hell does she think she's doing? She isn't going down there. “The fuck you doin'?” I snap at her. I don't have enough patients for her and the fucking cop. The pig an unwelcome surprise. Gin walks up next to her looking calm as hell too. “She's good. Let her go.” What in the fucking hell is going on? “I'll handle them,” she chirps up at me. Pulling down her shirt to show off some more tits she smiles. Fucking hell, she is most certainly trying to kill me.