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  “Candy, you’re with me. Jodie, ride with Mex,” I say as we approach our bikes.

  Typically, when I’m in a pissed off mood, I like to ride my Harley Fat Boy. Since I wasn’t anticipating Mira’s little mind bomb and fucking with my head, I was on my rocket.

  My Susuki GSX-R is all black from nose to tail except for the deep purple seats. Thankfully I didn’t have the cowl on the rear seat. I straddle the front seat and hold Candy’s hand as she climbs on the back. When she swings her right leg over the rear seat I get a nice little peek at what’s hiding under that dress, a perfectly manicured pussy and a tattoo of lips on her inner thigh. Very nice, I think with a smirk on my face.

  Firing up the bike and putting it into gear, I nod to Mex to take the lead. If I couldn’t have both girls on my bike, I can at least watch Jodie while riding with Candy.

  After a great ride back to the Hooliganz House staring at the crack of Jodie’s ass the entire way, we reach the gates to the front of our house. The area wasn’t great, but it was what we could afford when we first started.

  Hitting the accelerator twice in quick succession to alert the probies at the gate we were here, one side of the gate swings open and we ride into the lot. I park my bike within quick walking distance of the door. Putting up my kickstand, I help Candy off my bike. Mex was doing the same with Jodie, but on the other side of the lot. Full-patched officers have much better parking rights than a probie.

  As soon as I walk into the house, I notice Mira still in the bar. She’s standing with her back to me, chatting with a guy from another club. My blood starts to boil. She tells me about our child, runs me out of my clubhouse and then starts talking with a mother fucker from another club. This woman is out of her fucking mind.

  I start walking towards them, forgetting I had Candy hot on my heels when Prowler intercepts me about half way across the room.

  “Axe, out back, now,” he says as he starts walking towards the door.

  “I’ll be right back. Hang out here if you want,” I say to Candy as I follow Prowler out of the bar and around the back of the lot, closer to where the probies have to park their bikes.

  As I round the corner of an adjacent building used by the trucking company that was in the same lot as our building, I see some bar fly trying to gouge one of my brother’s eyes out. I run over to where they’re fighting and take the woman by the waist and pull her back. Her arms and legs fly all over, trying to at least get a hit in before she’s subdued.

  “Calm it the fuck down,” I say to the woman while turning back to Prowler, “What the hell is going on?”

  “I guess she’s been fucking with one of the Knights of Darkness but she came here to get some. When her old man showed up, he was pissed she was even here to begin with. He came at JT with some nonsense and tried to fight in the middle of the house. I had the guys bring him out here to cool his jets when this bitch came out swinging,” Prowler says as he continues to fill me in on the night’s events.

  I get it. I’m the Sergeant at Arms. This is my job, to defuse situations like this on open nights, but shit. Can’t I just get one fucking night to deal with my own hell? I guess not.

  “Ok Tiger, you need to get your shit and get the hell out. You’re no longer welcome here,” I say to the woman still trying to battle with JT.

  As I push her towards the gate, a very tall and angry looking guy starts walking towards me. I glance down at his hands and see he is flexing his fingers in and out of a fist. I swear; this guy must have been every bit of three hundred and fifty pounds and well over six feet tall. I’m not a little guy, coming in around six feet, but my two hundred pounds shouldn’t stand a chance against this brick wall of a man who would make line backers look like twelve year old boys.

  Well, if I’m going down, I’m going to go down swinging. A few of the other Hooliganz move behind me as I walk in the direction of the mammoth man. I put my arms out wide to my side, signaling them to stay back while I handle this issue.

  “Isn’t that your bitch in there, Axe? You put your hands on my old lady, isn’t it only fair for me to put my hands on yours?” the giant asks as I approach him. Looking at his cut I knew exactly who he was. This guy has a pretty bad reputation for putting the hurt on quite a few other guys when they didn’t get a swing in first. Knowing what I had to do, I let loose. Blind fury guided me.

  “I’m going to ruin you just for thinking about laying one of your grimey fingers on my girl,” I yell as I slam his face with my fist.

  My rage continues to unload with every hit to the giant’s face. I wanted to feel his bones break under my hands. To my surprise, the giant doesn’t hit back. With my third or fourth blow, I connect directly with the bridge of his nose. Blood sprays as the lights in his eyes fade and he starts to teeter back and forth. His expressionless face falls towards me when I move back, letting him hit the ground face first.

  When the Knight of Darkness was out cold on the cement, I couldn’t help myself. I delivered one more blow with my foot to his rib cage. He didn’t move, didn’t wince, he didn’t do anything but lay there.

  All of my rage and frustrations from the last twenty-four hours come out in full force. Prowler grabs me by my arm and pulls me back as I am about to go back for more.

  “Axe, he’s out,” Prowler says as he pulls me further back until we were almost at the doors of the clubhouse. Just then, we see police lights coming from the dark deserted roads. There are no other bars or businesses open at this time of night. I knew they were there for me.

  I move towards the woman that was with the giant comatose man, “You called the fucking cops, bitch?”

  “I thought you were going to kill him. I didn’t know what to do. Please, just let us leave,” she begs.

  “JT, get this fucker out of here. Get a few other guys and drag him outside the gates,” I yell as I walk in the bar, catching Mira’s eyes as I move towards the stairs.

  I needed to go upstairs where the bedrooms and bathrooms were. I needed to clean myself up before talking to the cops.

  Kink, Prowler’s wife, catches me in the stairwell. Grabbing my hands and pulling them to her face to examine the cuts and bruises on my knuckles she says, “There isn’t time for this Axe. You need to get the hell out of here. Get out of here, please.”

  I knew she was looking out for me. Not wanting any unnecessary trouble or drama brought to the club, I decide to do what she asked.

  I walk out of the stairwell and move towards Mira. She was sitting at the bar with Candy. Of course! If my night couldn’t get any fucking worse. I walk up behind Mira and whisper in her ear, “Get your shit, we’re leaving.”

  “Skylar, I’m not going anywhere with you,” she responds.

  “I’m in no mood for this shit, Mi. I just beat the life out of a guy who threatened to put his hands on you. I left you here, what, a few hours and you’re already cozying up to some other guy. Not here, not in my house, not tonight. You’re coming with me. You can either get your shit and come on your own free will or so help me, I will carry you out of here.”

  Mira smiles at Candy, who was looking at me like I had two heads, grabs her purse and follows me out of the bar.

  “I met your friend. She seems nice,” Mira seethes.

  I turn quickly meeting her face, almost nose to nose and seeth right back at her, “Not tonight Mira.”

  I hand Mira a helmet as I climb on my bike. I fire the ignition letting my baby purr to life. If I didn’t know better, Mira had a sensual look in her eyes, which made my dick hard. God this girl was so perfect. How many girls like the sound of a motorcycle so much it can turn them on?

  Mira jumps on right behind me like a pro, I should add. This isn’t her first time on a bike. Danny and I had taken the girls out on rides before but this is the first time I had Mira on my bike; legs wrapped around mine, hands resting on my outer thighs with her fingers pointing inward toward my groin.

  I look back at Mira and she nods her head, acknowledging we
were going to be moving soon. The grip on her fingers tightens on my thighs as we move towards the gate, which was being opened by the probies.

  Once we reach the highway, Mira’s death grip was going to be my undoing. It doesn’t help that she’s had basically lying down on my back, resting her head on my shoulder as we move along the highway.

  This woman is going to be the end of me. I take my hand off the handlebar and place it on her hand that is still suction cupped to my thigh. She interlaces her fingers with mine as we ride.

  Where are we going? I have no idea, but since I have her right this second, so unguarded, I’m not going to risk it by asking.

  Chapter Fourteen

  I haven’t been on the back of a bike since the night Danny and I wrecked. I really wish Skylar would have thought about that before demanding I go for a ride with him. I don’t think I have ever been so nervous in my entire life. When you’re involved in an accident like Danny and I were, getting back on a bike is hard. I am literally holding on for dear life right now. I don’t want to alert Skylar to my insecurities because to be honest, I am loving this.

  The minute we get on the highway and the wind is blowing in my face, it’s so natural for me to lean onto Skylar’s back and rest my head on his shoulder blade. He’s so upset with me right now, not that I blame him, and this is almost exactly where I want to be.

  I notice Skylar pass up the exit to his house and then a few miles later, passes up the exit to my house. “Where the hell are we going?” I ask out loud but over the noise of the bike, it’s more of a question to myself.

  I untangle my fingers from Skylar’s and tap his thigh. He doesn’t respond. Maybe he doesn’t know what that means. Maybe him and Kylee had some other form of communication when traveling on the bike. Danny always knew when I tapped his thigh I needed something and he would turn so he could hear me yell through his helmet.

  For once in my life, I decide to just go with the flow and let someone else control this situation. Skylar may be pissed at me, but he would never do anything to hurt me, I think. As I rest my hand back on his thigh, he leans even further down onto the gas tank of the bike. I follow suit. I know what this means. It’s time to fly.

  Skylar hits the accelerator and shifts the bike into a lower gear. The bike jumps as our speed hits over one hundred miles per hour. I should be terrified right now. I should be thinking about wrecking and not being as lucky as I was last time, but I’m not. I was happy. Behind the helmet on my head, with the visor down, I am smiling like a six-year old girl who just got a pony for her birthday.

  I have always been attracted to bikes. Always loved the speed and freedom of being on a bike. Danny and Skylar tried to teach us to ride before. Taking us to an empty parking lot and letting us ride around and practicing shifting gears. Granted, I didn’t crash or break anything, but staying on the side streets was a good time. I never did make it onto the main roads. I much preferred the freedom of the road while holding onto someone that I cared for. This hasn’t changed much.

  I know we’ve been on the bike a long time. My hands are freezing and are starting to cramp from holding on too tight for too long. As I start to flex my fingers, one hand at a time, Skylar slows the bike down, realizing that I’m cold. He takes my hands and puts them under his shirt, onto his bare stomach, and then tucks his shirt into his pants with one hand, locking me in place. I can’t help but rub my hands over his tight muscular belly. It might be the cold, it might be my touch, but I feel a shiver run through Skylar and beneath my hands, feel the beginning stages of an erection.

  It’s been years since I have been on the back of a bike for this long. Usually the rides last thirty minutes at the most. There was only one time that I spent more than that on a bike and that was when Danny and I went to the dunes after finals our freshman year. That was also the weekend I lost my virginity and knew that I was madly in love with Danny.

  With freshman year successfully under our belts, Danny decided that we should go away for the weekend. I know that I’m supposed to be young and irresponsible, but that’s so far from the truth. I have never left home with anyone but my parents in my entire life. Kylee and I would go somewhere for the night, but more than that, no.

  When Danny told me that he wanted it to go on a road trip, just us, I panicked a little. My feelings for Danny have grown so much over the last ten months and I cannot imagine my life without him, but I’ve made sure to not have us in situations where things could get out of control.

  It’s not like my virginity was a virtue or something. I never thought I would wait until I was married, no matter what my parents drilled into my head as a kid, but I knew that I didn’t just want to have someone I barely knew take something I have held onto for so long. I wanted it to be memorable and something I could proudly put in my diary.

  I loved Danny and I know he loves me, I just don’t know if this is something I’m ready for. I don’t want to be another statistic. Danny isn’t a virgin, but he has never once pressured me. Telling me that he will wait until I’m ready, no matter when that will be. I know he’s true to that promise, but I can’t help but feel guilty and that’s not the emotion I want when this moment finally happens. I don’t want to feel obligated to do something I may or may not be ready for, no matter what Danny tells me.

  Maybe it won’t even come up, I try to reassure myself. Who am I kidding? I am going on a weekend trip with my super drop dead sexy boyfriend, just us.

  I left campus to go home and pack an overnight bag. Kylee was at home when I got there and had a sneaky little smile on her face.

  “What’s so funny?” I asked her finding her smile contagious. Or maybe it was that I knew that I was about to get caught by my best friend? I can’t lie for shit. Sometimes I feel like such a child.

  “Oh nothing. Nothing at all. Just wondering if when you’re packing that overnight bag if I should put some condoms in there for you?” Kylee asked, her smile growing even bigger.

  “How did you know? I just found out a few hours ago,” I said really confused.

  “Do you think that Danny would really ask you to go away for a weekend without clearing it with your best friend and roommate?”

  “Well I guess that makes sense and no I won’t need you to plant any contraceptivse in my bag, Ms. I Own Every Brand Of Every Condom Ever Made.”

  “Oh that’s right, our Virgin Mary has been on the pill since we were fourteen,” Kylee said dodging the pillow I threw at her face.

  After a miniature pillow fight with my best friend; not the kind you see in porn where the college girls are dressed in thongs and nothing else, kindly tossing pillows where the down feathers are flying all around creating a great atmosphere for some girl on girl action. More of the kind of pillow fight where I grab my pillow and wrap the excess pillow case around my fist, compressing the soft pillow into a firm cushion to inflict pain to Kylee’s face, I grab my bag to meet Danny in the parking lot.

  “We’re taking the bike?” I asked looking confused. How can we go away for the weekend on the back of a bike?

  “Yep. Give me your bag, Pea,” Danny says reaching for my bag and placing it in one of the saddle bags on the side of the bike.

  I have been on Danny’s bike before, but it wasn’t this one. This was a larger cruiser that looked comfortable to ride on. All black, again, with chrome details throughout. This was one sexy ass bike and the sounds it made when Danny started it almost dropped me to my knees, in more ways than one.

  Danny told me before leaving that we were going to the dunes on the west side of the state. I had gone there a few times as a kid and remembered what a beautiful place it was. Feeling giddy, I climbed on the back of the enormous bike, buckling the half shelled helmet on my head, letting my low ponytail hang loosely out of the back. I probably will regret all of the tangles in my hair when we get to our destination, but oh well. I’m going for the full experience.

  About an hour into our trip, I was thoroughly enjoying the ride and t
he vibrations coming from under the seat. Every hit of the throttle was shooting straight to the cluster of nerves between my thighs. Every single time. I was on the brink of an orgasm when I clutched onto Danny’s shirt and pulled it tight across his stomach. He reached one of his hands from the clutch side of the handle bar and rubbed the outside of my knee while hitting the accelerator with the other hand. That’s all that I needed to push me into oblivion. Riding out the last wave of my orgasm, I laid a soft kiss to Danny’s back. He squeezed my knee, acknowledging what a memorable ride this has become.

  We reached the dunes as the sun was getting ready to set. Danny chose a restaurant on the lake so we could watch the sunset over the vast body of water. I have never, til this day, seen anything so beautiful and breathtaking.

  Danny took his time to inform me that we were going to be camping on the beach. I have never been camping before. Probably because I enjoy the finer things in life. You know, like running water and a bed. Danny picked an abandoned area of the beach that he could pull his motorcycle up to. The Department of Natural Resources usually frown upon people driving on the dunes with cars, but this area was so secluded and it was getting dark, I doubt that anyone would notice.

  Danny aimed the nose of his bike towards our makeshift campsite and turned on the headlight. Surprisingly the bike had a radio and Danny turned it on. Almost as if fate was on his side, one of my favorite songs was playing. Christina Perri was singing the song from Twilight. Granted, I never saw any of the movies, but the song brought tears to my eyes every time I heard it.

  Danny wrapped his arms around me and started to sway back and forth. I realized he wanted to dance with me, on the beach, in a romantic setting, to one of my favorite songs. The love I felt for him in this moment, could last a lifetime. I would never feel more special than I do when I’m in his arms. At that exact moment, I finally figured out that if I’m going to give my virginity to someone, it’s going to be someone who can make my heart skip a beat. Someone who will love me with everything they have in them. A man that can bring me to orgasm on the back of a motorcycle is wonderful, but a man that can show you what a real love is and embrace it with you, that’s a man you hold on to.