Page 2 of Speed

"We want when the day comes, to be able to ride for pleasure, relax, and enjoy not having the responsibility of the whole club on our shoulders. Who knows, maybe one us will take an ol’ lady." I’m surprised I didn’t get whiplash from the speed I whipped my head around to look at him and then when I looked at his face, his grin gave away that the statement was a big crock of shit. My brothers and I would be surprised if they ever took ol’ ladies. Why, when even at their ages, they didn’t hurt for a woman’s company.

Sure, our dads are some tough, mean-when-they-need-to-be, men, but they had run like the wind over the years if a woman even gave a hint of wanting to tie one of them down. Then again, I see the draw to staying single myself: no one to worry about, coming and going as you please, and the best part—different pussy anytime you want. Though some of the members have ol’ ladies and still enjoy a little extra something on the side, most in the club when they found their other half, that was it for them. Then again, the brothers have found the other half of their souls so why would they want to chance losing it? Well, at least that was what they said, and it only got said when they were shit-faced because no brother in their right mind would speak of feelings unless he wanted someone to give him shit. I finally focus back on Stroker and my conversation enough to answer.

"I'll do one more tour and come back then," I told him, more to put his mind at ease. With the six of us growing up in the club, our dads raised us to follow the rules at an early age. It's what we know, Black Hawk MC would always be home, no matter how many side trips were taken along the way, we would always end up here.

"You better, you fucking smartass. It still amazes me they let you in with all the artwork on your body. We still laugh about your first day there." He smacked my back and chuckled.

Never would live that shit down.

"I don't know why you guys think that is funnier than shit. I didn't see the fucking humor in them asking me in front of everyone. Hell, I really think some of the guys in my unit believed the shit they were spewing." All I could do was shake my head thinking about the stupidity it took in believing the judge had ordered me to join. All due to the fact I was covered in tats. Dumbasses.

"Maybe it was because you were a scrawny little shit. Cutter and I were glad they put some meat on your ass," Stroker continued to laugh.

I continued to shake my head and roll my eyes, that too was a running joke, 'cause my ass was anything but scrawny at six foot four and two hundred forty pounds of nothing but lean muscle with not an ounce of fat. It started when I hit fifteen and had a growth spurt that shot me past my dad and most of the men in the club. I couldn't complain, hell, that's when the bitches stood and took notice. The night the club celebrated my fifteenth birthday was when I got my first taste of pussy, and I never looked back.

"Kane, what do you want to be done with the busted up bike?" Prez whispered just for my ears.

"Store it. I want to work on it myself when I get back. That's all I got left of him. You know?" I still couldn’t believe my dad wrecked. He was a helluva rider, and I know how he babied his bike, so there wouldn't have been fucking shit wrong with it.

"Anything for you, Speed," he said and started chuckling once more.

"What so fucking funny, now, Prez?"

"Just remembering your first time on a bike. Thought Cutter was going to beat your ass good for getting that ticket?" My prez was full of himself tonight as he continued laughing.

"Yeah," I joined in the laughter, remembering. I'd barely been sixteen when I got my bike finished. Dad and some of the others had helped me build it. We no sooner got it running and on the road when I was stopped for speeding. "I didn't think he would let me ride after that, but after he had finished bitching at me, he said the cop was a prick, it was my birthday, and the asshole should've let me off with a warning."

Prez squeezed my shoulder, and we went quiet for the moment. I turned back to the party going on around us.

I was going to miss this place.

"Kane, grab a beer and some food, son," Stroker said, calling me by name as he slapped me on the back.

"I will, Prez," I said and watched three new bitches enter through the back, making their way across the room to the bar that was set up. "Fuck me, Stroker. I don't remember them the last time I was home."

"Yeah, got a few new faces around. Daisy invited them. They're new from the strip club. A few of the girls that hang around the club are employed there too. Figured with a few of the visiting members staying we needed to round up a little extra flesh. Don't need the assholes complaining they weren't treated right in our territory," Stroker spoke as he watched Daisy work her way toward us.

I barely heard Stroker as he continued to talk with me, my attention was on the new girls. First time today I was sorry about having to leave in the morning, definitely would have liked to have gone to the club and watched the one strip down to nothing. But a private show would be all so much better.

"Sure am sorry about Cutter, Speed. Stroker, how about I take your mind off today for a while?" Daisy said, moving in close enough Prez and I could see down her cleavage, which was pushing the max in the tight leather vest she sported with nothing under it while she rubbed her hand over Prez’s pant-covered cock.

"Can't you see we're talking, dammit," Prez reached out, grabbing her hair, and pulled her up against his body. That was my cue to get the fuck out of the way, 'cause I refused to stand there when he pulled out his cock and Daisy blew him.

Daisy liked it a little rough and Stroker, well, not that I give a crap, but he was known to like giving it a little rough too.

"Sorry, let me make it up—" was all she got out as Prez pushed her to her knees, then looked at me and winked.

Fuck, I wasn’t above taking a woman in the middle of the club with my brothers watching, but sue me if I didn’t want to watch my Prez's old ass thrusting his hips and sliding his cock in and out of Daisy's mouth.

"Don't let me interrupt. I'm going over to the bar and see if I can't get in on some action of my own."

"Uh...hear ya," Stroker grunted out as his head hit the wall when he threw it back as Daisy's head bobbed and she let out a moan. Oh hell, wasn’t going to be eating anything soon, so I headed to the bar with the intention to bury my cock in the little auburn-haired newbie’s cunt, the one I saw walk in with the other two women, till the sun came up and I had to leave.

"Going to the bar. See you in the morning before I leave?" I asked, not expecting any of them to be up that early.

"Wouldn't miss seeing you off, Speed." When I turned back at his words, he grabbed Daisy's hair, yanked her head back, then shoved his whole length in her mouth and told her to take it all. Yeah, definitely wasn’t going to eat and sure as fuck hoped I hadn’t just guaranteed myself a few nightmares. Wondered sometimes how I survived growing up in the club. Then I smile, ‘cause they’re the reason we were the men we were today. Wouldn’t trade my life for any other.

I leave Stroker getting his rocks off while I go see about acquiring some relief for myself. The women who hang around the club like dick and they're not ashamed to admit it. They get to party on the weekend and let their hair down. Who was I, or anyone else for that matter, to judge them, though there were quite a few who did, then again, the women didn't care and neither did any of the members? Especially me and the brothers, we were the ones who reaped the benefits of their skills. Not going to catch our asses complaining.

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