Page 14 of Maximus

After watching my lady devour a triple scoop of pistachio ice cream, I was ready to bend her over the cute little table we were sitting at and claim her. The way her tongue flicked the cold treat was a prelude to her licking me. I swear I hadn’t thought about sex in two and a half years. Now, sitting across from Gia, that was the only thing in my head. Both of them.

My cock throbbed as she licked the cream that had melted from the side of her hand. The move was so sensual that I almost nutted in my pants. I had to do something about it soon, or I was going to go insane with lust. As discrete as possible, I adjusted my dick in my jeans. It was almost impossible. The jeans were already tight, and sitting didn’t help. My cock grew with each lick, punishing me every second we stayed there.

“Are you all ready to go? It’s getting late, and we still have a ton of work to do.”

Being a dick was the last thing I wanted, but the sexual frustration took over my body. I needed Gia in the worst way, but I knew I couldn’t have her. So, my only recourse was to push her away. I needed to avoid being around her at all costs.

Sitting in the back seat with Gia was torture. Each time she moved her leg against mine made my body yearn for her even more than it already did. To tamp down my desire, I turned toward the door, cramping my legs in the tight space. It was a very uncomfortable fifteen-minute ride back to the clubhouse.

The man who had followed us to the ice cream shop was still trailing us. There was no shaking the fool. We figured he knew where we were headed since we were wearing our cuts. It was no secret where the clubhouse was located. It was also no secret that the place was a fortress. That man would be a damn fool to even attempt to enter our compound. He certainly wouldn’t be leaving the same way he came in.

Yardbird and I helped the women with their bags. When no one was looking, I snagged a pair of black thongs from the shopping bag and put them in my pocket. After dumping the bags in her room, I made a b-line to my room without saying anything else to Gia.

“I’ll be right back, man. I gotta drain the snake.”

“Alright but make it quick. We need to relieve the brothers at the gate.

My fuckin’ dick was so hard I could barely walk. Once I closed the door to my room and locked it, I whipped out my cock and went to work. I rubbed the silk panties over my hardness. The softness of the material felt so good. I needed to be quick, so I spit in my hand and began moving it up and down my length.

I closed my eyes and recalled how beautiful Gia looked in her jeans and bohemian top. She was a stunning woman. Remembering her smell put me into overdrive. I jerked my cock, while squeezing hard. The combination of the thoughts of Gia and my rough play had me busting a nut all in her brand-new undies. After washing up and taking a quick leak, I made my way downstairs to join Yardbird for gate duty.

As the night went on, I kept watch for any sign of danger. There was a white van parked across the street. Those things have always given me the creeps. After checking the surveillance video for the day, I discovered it had arrived not long after we returned from shopping. Since there weren’t any residences in the immediate area, it seemed a little fishy. We were either being watched by police or the pervert that was in the store earlier. Either way, it was a problem. I alerted Yardbird, who informed King. Things moved quickly after that. King arrived at our station along with several members who were on high alert.

“What the fuck do you mean someone is watching the clubhouse? How long have they been there?” King demanded.

I gestured toward the van so as not to alert the driver if we were indeed being watched.

“I can’t say for sure, Prez, but my gut is never wrong. I checked the video, and this van arrived not long after we returned from shopping with the girls. Since we were being watched in the store, I assume this is the same fucker. We made a stop or two before heading back, and I watched for the man who had been following us but didn’t see him.”

“Hell, if the asshat is from around here, he knows where the clubhouse is,” King admitted.

It was like he was reading my mind. It was good to see we were on the same page. King ordered a few of the brothers to go out to the van with him. He was actually going to confront whoever was in there. Ballsy as fuck! That is what made him a great leader. He wasn’t afraid to take a stand to protect his club family.

“Maximus, you and Yardbird hang back in case some shit pops off. Nobody gets through this gate unless they are wearing Sinner colors. You better put dick in the dirt trying to keep them out. Do I make myself clear?”

“Roger that, Prez,” I replied to his command.

I suspected he was worried about the women inside the clubhouse. I was too, especially one beauty in particular. I was pretty sure all this was about her. Nobody had said anything to me, but it was evident she didn’t belong in the biker world. Gia was running from something or someone, and they may have caught up to her. If they were smart, they would leave and never come back. She was mine to protect, and no one would harm one of her toenails without feeling my wrath.

Yardbird and I watched as King and the group of chosen men approached the van. There were other members stationed along the perimeter of the gate to ensure there weren’t any breaches. I monitored the camera feed with one eye, while keeping the other on the action.

King approached the driver’s door while a couple of men crept around to the passenger side. The man, who had clearly fallen asleep, suddenly woke up and started looking around. He looked terrified as he saw that he was surrounded by a group of huge bikers. I could see his mouth moving but couldn’t hear what was said from either party. The damn camera didn’t have sound.Fuck!I needed to hear what was going on.

I watched as King reached his hand out to grab the door handle. Before he could snatch the door open, the man started the van and sped off. He almost ran Calix and Toad over in the process. Oh, he was going to pay for that when we caught up with him. The camera clearly picked up his license plate, making it easy to identify the owner. He would be getting a visit from one or twenty of us very soon.

Over the next few weeks, my routine was the same. Day in and day out, I worked security at the fence with Yardbird. When we weren’t on gate duty, we ran errands and cleaned up after the brothers. The prospect life was boring and tedious. However, once we were patched over, we would be allowed to pursue a career outside of the club.

This grunt work reminded me of the Marines when we were deployed. Most days, we had a routine to follow that became second nature after a while. When that happened, even the best trained Marine could become complacent. I played little mind games to keep myself sharp and alert. Getting too comfortable could get you killed.

I checked the phone that King had given me to see what time it was when I saw the date flash across the lock screen.Fuck!The anniversary of my entire squad being killed was this week. Immediately, I fell into a funk. It was difficult to breathe, and I started sweating in places I didn’t know I could sweat.

“Maximus, are you alright there, brother? You look like a pig about to be led to slaughter,” Yardbird asked with concern in his eyes.

“I’m good.”

That was all I could manage to grunt out. I could tell by the look on his face that Yardbird knew it was a lie. There was nothing he could do to help, so there was no need to regale him with my troubles. As predicted when I first arrived here, he and I had become friends of sorts. We were together several hours each day, so it only made sense that we were close. However, I still refused to open up about my past.

“You know you can talk to me, brother. It might help if you let it out.”

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