Authors: S. E. Leonard
“So did he stay with her?” Scooter asks, not sure if that was an option, unsure how Drifter would react to a woman that he was seeing or whatever.
“Yeah, he did,” he said. He was doing his best to hold it together and be the bad ass that he was, with no emotion about some stupid bitch that was willing to fuck whatever came in her door. “He went to work this morning. I'm gonna go over and see what else he had to say in a few.” He ran his hands through his hair. He was so frustrated with whatever the hell this feeling was. He would fuck the hell outta her and get it outta his system. Fuck! “I will call you and let you know what’s up, Pres.” He turned for the door and was off.
Drifter pulled up to her house and parked his bike in the carport. Before he could even get his helmet off, she was opening the door and inviting him in through the kitchen. He couldn't help but smile thinking about what was about to go down. He had never been so excited about seeing a bitch.
“Hey baby,” she said to him as he went through the door while she held it open. As soon as she closed it, he was on her.
“Get that nasty ass over here, you little slut,” he said to her. He grabbed her hard by the back of the neck with one hand, pulling her to him and squeezing a tit with the other. “You fuck him?”
She looked up at him the best she could with his grip still hard on her neck. “Umm... what are you going to do to me if I tell you the truth?” He loosened his grip and let go of her tit.
Pushing her away for a second, he looked at her, with her tight tank top, nipples popping, and sweet little panties on. Is this what jealousy was? He shook his head trying to shake the feeling. In one swift move, he grabbed her by the hips and threw her over his shoulder. “I'm gonna fuckin' remind you what a real man feels like.” He headed toward the back of the house.
She was half scared and half excited for what was about to happen to her.
“You don't fuck him anymore... you get me bitch?” he said, doing his best to seem casual about it. “He gives you an ounce of trouble about leaving you alone, you just shoot me a text.”
“Ok.” she said, as he threw her on the bed and started man-handling her. This was going to end well and she smiled as he flipped her over, entering her from behind while he tugged her hair. She could feel herself stretching to accommodate his girth. She had been with plenty of men, always seeking something that was missing from her life. Real love, whatever that was. He continued to slam into her from behind as she mulled over what was missing.
“Make some noise,” he said, yanking on her hair hard. “I need to hear you fuckin' scream, Hun.”
“Ahhh, fuck me Drifter, fuck me hard!” she yelled, as he yanked her hair and then let go to reach around and work her clit. But he was gentle with her here.
He surprised himself. All he ever wanted to do was inflict pain and hear a bitch scream in pain as he over powered them and fucked the hell out of 'em. This time it was different. She was different. She invited him back, and that had never happened. He wanted to give her something special to keep her. He continued to fuck her and gently work her clit with his fingers, using the moisture from both of them to lubricate, as he rubbed back and forth.
She felt her build up as he continued to work her. No man had ever done this for her. They all just took what they wanted from her and left. If they did try to do this, is was rough, and hurt. He was so gentle with her in this way, the contrast of the rough fuck he was giving her. She started to tremble as the orgasm took over her body and she was just about to collapse under him, when he grabbed her hips and thrust his own orgasm into her. My God, that felt good and made her own last that much longer. He let go of her and they both collapsed on the bed together.
“That is what a real man feels like, you got me?” he said, growling at her while he caught his breath. “Don't you forget what I can do for you, Hun,” he said, smiling. He couldn't remember being this happy about a bitch. Ever.
“I won't forget that, you are amazing,” she said, rolling over towards him and burying her face in his chest hair, kissing him. Yep, this is what was missing. A man claiming her. That is what she has needed all this time.
He gave her a kiss on the top of the head. “Hun, you are mine now and I better not catch you fuckin' around. I got a short ass temper, so don't test me, it won't end well. You got me?” he said, taking her by the chin and tilting her head up so she could look at him. “I fuckin' mean it.”
She nodded. “I got you, all yours.” Looking up at him, she smiled. Yep, this was it.
It was noon and Nikki was getting things in order so she could take her lunch break. Something caught her eye in the doorway and she looked up. There he was with a huge smile on his face. “You hungry, Sunshine?”
She dropped everything and stood up. “We going out?” She grabbed her purse.
“Nope, we are stayin' in baby.” He grabbed her hand and led her across the lot to the clubhouse, through the door, down the hall, and to his door. “You ready, Sunshine? I'm gonna respect those girls of yours at your house. Don't wanna have 'em waking up to their momma screaming and panting, so you and me are gonna have some fun here, whenever I need you to. You get me?” He grabbed a handful of hair and tilted her head back, kissing her hard and invading her mouth with his tongue. She slowly nodded. He pulled his face away from hers. “You ever need this and I'm not coming for you, you just let me know and I will do my best to be here for you babe.”
They entered his room and started peeling off clothes as fast as they could. She couldn't wait to have him on her again. What a nice way to spend a lunch hour.
Sam slowed down as he got closer to the garage where Nikki was working. He parked just across the street from the lot entrance. He sat and watched, looking for her to come out of the garage office door. It was almost 1 p.m. Maybe she was at lunch? Her truck was there. He saw a few of the mechanics round the corner from the side of the office with coolers. They must have been eating their lunch, and she must be over there too. Should he go see? He was mulling it over. He just needed to get her alone so he could talk to her and get her ass back in his control. “Stupid bitch, think she can fuck me over,” he said aloud in the cab of his service truck.
“Ahh, fuck this,” he said as he started to put the truck into gear to leave. Looking up, he saw her walking out of a building in the back...looked like a warehouse. Right behind her... him, that FUCKING BIKER. He was seething. Throwing the truck back into park, he had to get out.
As they came out of the clubhouse, she was all smiles. Not only had he completely satisfied her, he had also fed her a nice picnic lunch from a local deli.. had it all in the room, planned the whole thing. She was falling for him. She was taken from her thoughts when she heard a car door slam and her name called from the street.
“Nikki!” Sam called, as he started across the street towards them. “Get your fuckin' ass over here, you fuckin' slut.”
Scooter immediately stepped in front of her and stopped, waiting for him to close in on them. Waiting for him to get close enough that a gun to the head would only be between the two of them.
Nikki started to panic as he got closer and closer. “What are you doing, he is going to hit you,” she said, quietly to him, as Sam continued.
“You better step aside mother fucker, that is my wife.” Sam just kept walking, doubting that this stupid biker would do anything in broad daylight.
Just as he was about five steps away, Scooter reached under his vest. As Sam came closer, he pulled it out and pointed it right at Sam's temple. “Go inside, Nikki,” Scooter said, as he held the gun.
“What are you going to do?” she asked, tears falling.
Even though Sam had turned into such an asshole over the years, she still didn't want him to die. He was the father of her girls. She stood there.
“Nikki, honey, you need to go inside right now. You fuckin' understand? No questions. You agreed to this, now get your ass inside!” he ended the line with a yell.
She turned and went, not looking back. As she entered, she heard the yelling outside, but went straight to his room as the club members that were at the bar heard, and ran for the door.
“You are going to leave her and the girls alone. You get me mother fucker? She is mine now. She made that choice and you are no longer an option in her life!” Scooter yelled at him, all the while holding the barrel to Sam's temple.
“Go ahead and shoot me you dumb fuck. How's that gonna look?” Sam shouted.
The other members came out of the club house to witness what was going down and just as things were starting to calm down, Drifter rode into the lot. He saw Pres with a gun on some guy. He didn't know who it was from the back. He quickly parked and then got to them. Realizing that it was Sam, he instinctively grabbed him around the throat in a choke hold, pulling him away from the gun.
“You seem to be fuckin' my bitch. You stay the fuck away from her, you understand asshole?” The rest of the guys were dumbfounded... Drifter has a bitch? He saw them staring and released his hold on Sam. Sam fell to the ground. Trying to scramble back up, Drifter kicked him back down.
“That's enough,” Scooter yelled at Drifter.
“Now get your sorry ass outta' here,” he yelled at Sam, as he hurriedly limped back to his truck.
She was sitting on his bed waiting for him, with tears streaming down her face, when he came in a found her. “You ok, Sunshine?” he asked, kneeling in front of her, putting his body in between her legs.
“I just thought you were going to shoot him and it scared me.” She wiped her tears. “Sorry, didn't mean to freak out. You are doing all this stuff for me and the girls, and then I freak out when you are doing what you said you would do.”
“Oh babe, I'm not mad, I get it. You have history with him. But remember, you are mine and I am not going to stop now.” He slipped up on the bed next to her and scooped her into is lap and let her cry.
Chapter 5
The next few days went without a hitch. Sam left her and the girls alone. Scooter stayed at the house with them and slept on the couch out of respect for the girls. He and Nelly were getting along, Jen was starting to warm up to him, but was still very weary of the whole thing, asking when she could see her Dad.
Nikki told her that it might be a while, since he was threatening them.
Wednesday morning started out great. They were all in a great mood. Hell, Jen had even given Scooter a high five. Things were getting better and Nikki was planning on getting a lawyer soon so she could get the divorce going. With proof of his cheating, it should go fairly easy. She hadn't heard from Sam at all since the day at the club and thought that maybe he had headed back home to Oregon. Scooter had explained to her that Drifter was now seeing Sam's girlfriend and that Sam had not been there at all. She was starting to relax. She did know that he was a bit crazy and even though it felt ok, he could be around any corner.
She sent a text to Scooter
Sunshine: Going to get the girls from school
Scooter: Ok babe, have some business, you ok doin it alone?
Sunshine: Yeah, see you later <3
Scooter: Throw me a text so I know it's all good
He refused to use stupid ass signs... she knew how he felt, and was gonna use these phones for communication, not a bunch of girly shit. He closed his phone and left the ringer on so he could hear it when she sent him a text in a bit.
Sitting at the head of the table, he called the meeting to order. With John to his left, and Drifter to his right, he felt great about his club and the direction it was heading with new business from a few other clubs. It was nice to be cooperating with the other clubs for once. The new alliances were to be voted in. One of the three clubs they were about to join forces with was the Sons of Seattle. Wasn't a huge deal except for the fact that his ex-wife/ol' lady, Linda, was now their VP's ol' lady, so he knew sooner or later, that would come into play.