Outlaw Road (A MC Romance) (2 page)

I downed the last sip from my glass and matched her heavy glance. “Always.” I slid my cup away from her as she reached for it, forcing her to stretch across my body to grab it. When her perky tits hung like small water balloons a few inches from my face, I stopped pulling away and let her grab the the glass.

I didn't let it go. Amusement melted into playful disbelief, her eyes giving me an
Oh really
glare. She was close enough that I was able to whisper, “Bathroom. Five minutes.” Then I released the glass without so much as a cracked grin. My cock swelled at the sight of the spike in her breathing, it made her tits heave. I knew she'd heard me.

Tash slipped away, doing the best she could to conceal a mischievous smile from the other bikers.

“All in,” Wrex loudly declared, tossing his remaining few twenties onto the pot in the middle of the table. The pot, which was the collective bets of each player this round of the game, was the biggest yet, coming in at just over five hundred.

Two other members folded. Whatever play Wrex had was too rich for their blood, they couldn't meet his bet without bankrupting themselves. Me and Jerry hung in there, ponying up enough money to play it through.

There was no quicker way to find that
hard line
in a situation like this then when a lot of money was at stake. One way or another, this would be the last game of poker tonight.

“Call,” Jerry barked through his cigar. With a big shit-eating grin, he slapped down three queens. A high three-of-a-kind was such a good hand that he hadn't even bothered flipping over his other two cards.

“Goddammit!” Wrex shouted before going ghostly quiet. Hushed tones and furtive glances from the remaining patrons cautiously darted Wrex's way. He palmed his cards into his forehead in frustration, then abruptly whipped them at Jerry. His voice, cool enough at first, escalated in both momentum and volume until by the end he was standing up and spit-screaming the words. “I hope you fucking choke on them and you die you dirty, fucking, son of a bitch!”

Wrex was out, he'd just lost a lot of money.

“What about you, kid? You got something with teeth?” Jerry addressed me, leaning back on his chair, basking in his victory. His big, dumb grin gleamed through that ridiculous unkempt beaver he kept on his upper lip.

Tash came back with beers and divvied them out. I winked at her when she put mine down. “And what if I do?” I asked, taking a slow sip. I lightly tapped my fingers on my face down cards, shifting my gaze to stare directly at Jerry.

His smile dimmed, doubt crept along his face. It was beautifully tense. I set my beer down and laid the cards out one by one. Each card I revealed carved another set of lines into the old man's already wrinkled face. A pair of fours were flipped first, then, like nails in a coffin, my three sixes hit the table. It was a full house and that trumped his three of a kind.

I had won.

There was a cutting silence at the table and throughout the entire bar. I scanned each biker to see who was twitchy. There was always at least one, someone that couldn't let a stranger come into their house and walk out with everything. I was fairly certain it would be Jerry.

“Were you sandbagging me, you motherfucker?” Jerry fumed, his entire face seeming to crumple into his flared mustache.

He wasn't wrong. I'd been soft-playing those last few hands, betting small and folding early. The other guys had won some money and begun to feel overconfident, thus betting more. The more they bet, the larger the pot was each game, and the bigger the overall score for me at the end of the night.

I'd also been counting cards, a practice that wasn't technically illegal but heavily frowned upon. It would get your ass kicked out of a casino, but this wasn't a casino.

They'd just kill me here.

Tash's eyes went wide, she was enraptured by what might happen. I tossed her a half smile and cocked my head for her to leave. She licked and bit her bottom lip, then dragged a hand around Wrex's shoulder as she made her way towards the bathroom. Wrex hardly noticed. He seemed to treat Tash like furniture that he could stick his dick into occasionally.

“Looks like the Devil lives in a full house, after all,” I remarked casually, eying Jerry.

Over two thousand dollars sat in the middle of that table. All I had to do was take it.

I stood up and reached out with my off hand. Jerry was quicker than I thought with his knife, but I pulled my hand back in time. He'd only managed to impale the money and the table.

Before he could even begin to threaten me, I had my gun out and pointed at him.

Everyone else followed suit. Before long I had three other guns aimed right at my head. The corner of my mouth curled into a smile.
Now
we were having some fun!

“You put that shit away before I litter my bar with your fucking brains,” Wrex growled at me.

“Kindly remove your toothpick from my money, Jerry,” I requested.

“Fuck you,” he replied.

“I'm down for a mustache ride, but I gotta know, does it tickle the cock?” I asked thoughtfully.

“I'll fucking kill you!” Jerry jerked the knife from the table and slashed at me. I leaned back, safely out of his reach, putting my hands up. I let my gun swivel harmlessly on one fingertip, making sure I wasn't perceived as a threat to those with itchier trigger fingers.

I shook my head and appealed to Wrex and the others. “Is he always so temperamental?” They still had their guns trained on me. “First he wants to fuck me, then he wants to kill me. How bout this?” I slowly placed my gun on the table, removing my leather jacket. Finally, I revealed my vest that had been hidden up to this point.

A series of resigned groans went around the table as each biker read the patches sewn into the leather, seeing the colors I was flying. They began to lower their guns.

“How about I take my money, and a rain check on you sucking my fat cock?” I winked at Jerry, who scowled at me. The joviality bled from my demeanor as I turned to face each other man in turn. “And maybe I don't tell my club, one of the biggest MCs in the country, that the Road Devils are getting a little long in the tooth and might just need to be put down. Yeah?”

Wrex and the others holstered their pistols. “Just get the fuck out of here,” he said, looking away. He knew my threat wasn't an idle one. They'd lost, I won. That was the end of it.

Well, almost the end of it.

I still had one win left.

“When I'm good and ready.” I drained the rest of my beer, stuffed the pile of cash into my pocket, and grabbed my jacket as I left the table. “Something I gotta take care of first.”

The bar's only bathroom was a small one, the door in a far corner. I pushed it open, peering inside. Tash leaned over the freestanding metal sink, applying lipstick and eyeshadow in the remaining mounted triangle of glass that hadn't been broken off. It served as the room's only mirror.

The checkered, black and white pattern that ran up the walls was a continuation of the same cracked tiles that covered most of the floor. It would've had an old-timey carnival look to it if everything wasn't discolored from age, graffiti and blood stains.

“That was fucking incredible back there.” Tash batted her violet rimmed eyes at me over her shoulder, arching her back. The motion pushed her chest and ass out, revealing all of her smooth, milky midriff. She was in the perfect position to be taken from behind. My lower stomach tightened at the sight of it, I could feel my cock starting to bulge.

I ignored her long enough to lock the door, but when I turned back she was on top of me, her arms draping themselves over my shoulders. I grabbed a fistful of the V-shaped leather below her neckline, thumbing the top button of her halter top open before jerking her toward me into what she thought would be a kiss. I bit her bottom lip instead. She gasped sharply, a thrill of pain shivering through her.

Just as abruptly, I released her lip and held her in front of me to look into those now vibrant, green eyes. She opened her mouth, but couldn't find any words. Tash had no idea what was about to happen. I could see it in her eyes that she wanted anything and everything I could give her.

I shoved her backwards into the bathroom's one doorless stall. She clipped the sidewall and flopped onto the toilet seat unceremoniously. Her lips peeled back into a voracious grin, she was too turned on to stay seated for long.

“Stay,” I demanded, tossing my jacket and vest to hang on either side of the stall wall. Tash leaned back against the cistern and pouted.

Moving away, I slid out of her view. Blocked by the thin wall between us, I slipped off my boot and shoved most of the money I'd won inside, the rest I kept in my wallet. Living on the razor's edge means preparing for the worst. I'd been called reckless before, but never stupid.

“Ronin...” Tash whined. I took another second and listened. I loved hearing my name called out in desperation.

When I rounded the barrier, Tash had a hand working slow circles in her unbuttoned shorts. She grasped me by the waistband and pulled herself toward me. She had my cock out in one quick scoop. 

“Eager girl... I take it you're a virgin?” I chuckled. I was enjoying the sight of my thick cock in her small, stroking hand. In the few remaining, not burnt out florescent lights, her skin was pale enough that I could easily spot the raw pink dots on her arm. One was very recent, she must have shot up right before I walked in. There were only a few others, she must have started using recently.

It was probably Wrex that had introduced the drugs to her.
I should've stayed and fucked with him more, that slimy prick,
I thought bitterly. I'd always been good at reading people. Knowing that this girl was on the cusp of a spiral soured my mood.

In this violent world, drug use was something I came across; not a lot, but frequent enough to make my old needle marks itch.

Tash beamed obliviously, she lived in the moment. Like countless other hang-arounds, she struck me as a girl bored with normal life, someone looking for an escape; whether that was running off with a biker gang, drugs, or random sex in a bathroom with a complete stranger. She was a girl adrift in the shifting current, completely at the whim of any force that would move her.

Part of me wanted to help her, but who was I kidding? I was no hero, just another drifter prick looking to get my rocks off until the day that it all blew up in my face.

“We don't have much time,” she playfully scolded, continuing to stroke me.

“No one ever does.” My ominous tone tarnished Tash's excitement. She looked up at me cautiously, her hand slowing. I reeled my thoughts into the immediate and forced myself back into control with a shark-toothed grin. I reminded myself that I was transient; just a fun, dirty mistake in the making, that's all. “Did I tell you to stop? We have until I say we have.”

Her face lit back up. Introspective or not, with a cute girl's warm hand zealously working my dick, it didn't take much to finish hardening. She knew how to squeeze in all the right places. Tash was definitely no virgin. It'd only been a few days since I'd last gotten my cock wet, but standing there before those big, painted lips, it felt like a goddamn eternity.

Her bare knees dropped to the filthy, wet floor. I didn't know if it was just the drugs, but this girl was wild. She took the full length of my stiff shaft into her mouth. If she hadn't, with the way she was teasing me, I'd probably have rammed it down her throat myself.

I love blow jobs. Stupidly obvious, of course, but it was something about the tongue creating slick suction, tickling the tip of the head. A girl good with her tongue could make me fucking melt, and Tash certainly knew her way around a cock.

I ripped myself out of her mouth. Any longer and she'd have milked me like a cow. Every fuck is unique, I didn't want to come until I at least tried out the rest of her.

I grabbed her by her halter top and dragged her back to her feet. “Aren't you worried?” she asked deviously, loving the danger of where we were.

Popping open the remaining buttons on her shirt, I jerked her bra downwards. “About what?” I asked, burying my face into her small breasts, sucking and nibbling. She moaned when my other hand grabbed her roughly. My fingertips found their way across her puffy nipple and pinched, pulling it away from her. I freed a condom from my back pocket and placed it in her hand. “Put this on.”

“For real?” she asked, biting the edge of the package and tearing the side off in one motion. My eyebrows told her I was serious. She spat the packaging on the floor, then clarified. “No, not about the condom. I mean, there's a bar full of angry bikers out there and you're in their bathroom fucking their Pres's old lady. And that's
after
you fucked them out of a bunch of money. I've seen them do much worse for far less.”

Tash pulled at the slippery latex enough to pinch the end, then unrolled it down my shaft. When it was firmly on she squeezed my cock, roughly pulling it against her with a smile.

I pushed my hand into her thong, then slipped two fingers into the soft folds of her smooth, wet pussy. I looked into her widening eyes. With feigned concern I asked her, “Have you now?”

Tash moaned, letting her head fall on my chest for stability. I slowed my curling fingers just enough to make her body rock slightly. When the subtle rocking turned into bucking, I pulled out and rubbed the nub of her clit.

“How can you be so calm?” She cooed the words out between breathy moans. I rubbed her pussy until I could feel that she was close, then I abruptly stopped. Tash immediately started to protest, but with a quick spin and push, I had her bent over the cistern. She had to throw her hands up to keep from face planting into the wall.

Cock in hand, I rubbed the tip along her inner thighs, threatening to plunge in at any second. Her legs quivered when my thumbs peeled her ass cheeks back. She whined and pushed her hips into me but I held her unmercifully still.

The lights above us flickered; there was a continuous, low pitched ambient hum that echoed off the walls and the whole room reeked, but it didn't matter. Staring down the barrel of certain death and not blinking, two-grand in my pocket and the radiating heat of tight pussy hovering over my cock... In this moment, I was more alive than most people would ever experience in their entire life.