Page 3 of A Love So Hard

“And you’d do well to take heed of some of those things. She knows what she’s talking about, even if you don’t understand just yet.”

“So, does this mean she’s getting her way and I won’t be allowed at the garage anymore?”

My dad laughed and shook his head. “No, sweetheart, she ain’t getting her way on that just yet. When I turn you loose into this world you will never have to worry about a man trying to take advantage of you when you need work done on your car. If that’s the best protection I can send you into the world with, then at least I’ll know I did that much right.”

“You do a lot more than that right, daddy.” I gave him a big side-hug and we continued wandering around the back yard for a little longer before the mosquitoes came out and decided to try to feast on us. “Hey,” I started as we walked through the squeaky screen door once more. “Johnny has some issues with his bike. I think he has an intake leak.” I chewed on my lip a bit before continuing. “From the looks of things probably more than one, but also an issue with his fuel. I’m not sure if it’s a line or a pump because I wasn’t able to get close enough to find out earlier.”

My dad hugged me to him and gave me a kiss on the head. “Tell you what, honey, I’ll inform Johnny that the labor cost is on us if you get to look it over and fix it. He’d be an idiot to turn that deal down.”

“He doesn’t want me looking at his bike,” I grumbled.

“I bet he takes the deal. Just wait and see.”

Chapter 2

(Lucy – age 16, Double-D – age 19)

Some days these club functions were all I looked forward to. This wasn’t one of those days. I’d been helping my mamma by pulling out cabinets that got water logged and warped when her sink pipes had broken and saturated the entire works underneath. Beyond that, the only thing worth looking forward to was having one of the club sluts suck me off or something to relieve some stress, but ever since yesterday I had a particular girl on my mind that I just couldn’t get out of my head, and I didn’t think any other bitch would do to take the edge off. Damn shame, considering the one I wanted was so far off limits she may as well be on the damn moon.

It was late when I arrived. After dark the clubhouse was off limits to club kids and that also meant most of the old ladies would be gone too. It only took a few steps in the door for me to see I was right. The club whores were already here in a way that they weren’t having to slink around in the background out of sight and out of mind. That meant the respectable women and children were all gone for the day, and the dirty business of partying MC style was about to kick into full gear.

Sure, some of the guys who had girlfriends and old ladies, but no kids, had their women around too. Only the ones who were able to sit back, shut up, and keep what they saw to themselves were allowed to remain though. It wasn’t a hard and fast rule that you had to fuck around on your woman. Hell, some men, like my own father, seemed to think it was. Others though – I lived by their better example. If I ever made a woman my old lady, she was getting all of me. I’d seen my mom cry her heart out one too many times after she found my dad with a whore the next morning, or when he’d come home smelling like cheap skank and wearing half her worn off makeup on his clothes and skin.

I didn’t understand why she stayed. Hell, I’d begged her to leave more times than I could count. My dad never raised a fist to the woman, never said too many unkind words either, but he knew he was breaking her heart and continued to do it time and again. In my book, doing so was just as bad as the damage done by assholes who told their women they were worthless repeatedly. My dad didn’t tell my mom, he showed her with his actions whether that was his intention or not. I swore I would never do that to a woman when I gave her my heart and took hers for myself. I would never be the kind of low man who would show the love of his life that she wasn’t worthy. It was a vow I made to myself to be a better man one day, and it was one I meant to keep.

I spoke to the prospect at the door as I entered, and I had only crossed half way through the expansive party room before two girls I went to high school with, who were now officially club whores, came strolling over to me. “Tracey, Shannon,” I greeted them both by name. I don’t think most of the guys knew their names yet, they were that new, but like I said, I’d gone to school with them. No use in pretending I didn’t know who they were. Both of them had been all over me in the past couple weeks that they’d been servicing the MC men during their unofficial job interview, if you could call it that. I think they assumed since I already knew them that they’d have a better chance of landing me as an old man one day. They couldn’t have been any more wrong if they tried. It all went back to that promise to myself to be a better man than my father. That meant holding out for a better woman too. There was nothing wrong with what they were doing, but I wanted a woman who was in it only for me. Any woman who would sleep with my brothers while waiting for that to happen wasn’t anything I could trust to be with only me later on. I knew this from observing both the men and women of the club for so long.

Don’t get me wrong. My momma was a damn good woman. I’m just saying if a woman, like these two, would spread their legs for anyone and everyone just to be here they weren’t worth my fidelity, or any of my time beyond blowing a quick load to relieve stress, until I found the one chick that was worth giving up the quick fucks for. Hell, at the rate my brain kept going back to the girl from the garage I would think I’d found her already. I knew what the guys would say too. They’d think I was dumb as fuck. I could hear it now. “You’re too young. She’s too young. What’s the rush?” I’d heard all their shit before. Some of the guys were in their 30s already and had never settled down, even though a couple of them had kids out there by different women.

I would be a better man. My kids would be raised by their mother and me. Their mother would also be the woman I was in love with. No questions. No deviations. That’s just how it was going to be. In the here and now where I had Shannon and Tracey trying to climb my jock in the middle of the clubhouse I wished my timing was better, and the girl I’d met today was of age already. Most everybody was outside enjoying the warm summer evening. There were a few stragglers inside though, these two among them. “Ladies,” I said, knowing full well neither was fit for the title.

“Hey there Double-D, we’ve been waiting for you,” Tracey cooed as near to my ear as her short stature allowed her to get.

“Yeah, we didn’t even bother going outside when we noticed you weren’t there. Figured we would snag you before you went out, maybe offer up some pre-party stress relief,” Shannon confirmed their intentions. “We don’t mind playing together with you either.” I knew they didn’t. I don’t know why she bothered to add in that little bit. I guess she thought threesome action would entice me more than if either of them had come at me solo. Whatever. Shannon’s hand had already reached down between my legs and was stroking my cock hard through my pants while Tracey was still trying to reach my ear, missing, and kissing along my neck instead.

Something felt off in the room though. My neck started tingling near my hairline like it does when I’m being watched. I glanced around the room quickly taking in everyone who seemed to be lingering inside rather than outside where the food and booze was tonight. A couple prospects lingered here and there. One was by the door where I’d left him, but another was off closer to the bar bagging up the day’s garbage and talking to… someone who was sitting there. That someone happened to be a female who had just been turned toward me until I started glancing around. Damn if that blond head didn’t look a little bit familiar too. She glanced back over her shoulder, looking straight down from my eyes to my dick that Shannon was still working on through my jeans. Holy fuck! It was the mechanic girl. Jack Carter’s daughter was sitting at the bar in my clubhouse.

I went from excited to see her to pissed the fuck off the moment the prospect with the trash moved closer to her. I think his name was Johnny Thomas. He hadn’t earned a road name yet, and if he kept fucking around with my girl, he never would. The hell if I was going to be warned off by her daddy only to have this fuckwit come in and swoop her up from the shadows.

I pushed the two bitches, who couldn’t take my disinterest as a hint, off my body and started strolling over to the bar to my girl. “The fuck are you doing here?” I bellowed out louder than I meant to. The reddening of her cheeks showed just how much my outburst had embarrassed her.

“I um, I was just waiting for my ride.” She informed me with more than a little hesitancy as I glanced around, looking for a chick she might have come here with today, or maybe her dad. Seeing no one who could fit the bill I started in on her again.

“I know your dad wouldn’t want you here, so I’m asking again, why are you here?”

“Calm down, Brother,” Prospect Fuckwit tried to interject.

“We ain’t brothers yet,” I informed him snidely.

He ignored that jab and carried on as if he didn’t give two shits what I had to say. “She dropped my bike off for me just a bit ago, but I’ve been too busy to give her a ride home just yet. Her friend was supposed to come get her, but got held up.”

“The fuck was she doing with your bike?” I asked, completely confused, because no man worth his shit allowed another person to ride their baby, let alone a chick.

“She fixed it for me and drove it over so I’d have it tonight.”

“You let a bitch fix your ride and drive it? Are you fuckin’ crazy?” I asked, completely bewildered.

The prospect got pissed. His face was starting to turn red, and his fists were clenched tightly as he ground the next words out between clenched teeth. “Lucy’s a damn good mechanic, and a better rider than most of the men I know.” It looked as though it pained him to say it, and I didn’t think he did it for her benefit. He was trying to save face. Judging from the defiant once over he gave me I was included in the lesser rider batch.

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