Chapter 1
Jagger
Taking a pull of my beer, I stare across the flames of the bonfire at the scene unfolding. Choke has the chick he brought by the nape of her neck forcing her to her knees in the dirt. “I told you that riding with me doesn’t come free, bitch.”
Several of my brothers and their old ladies are watching the scene the stupid fuck is making. Choke’s a nomad here by invitation only. Every year, first weekend in August we rent out the campgrounds for a few days. It’s a chance for the club to congregate and have a good time. If Prez were awake, he’d tell him to put his knees to the breeze. Rebel took his old lady to the cabin an hour ago. He’s either balls deep in her pussy or snoring by now. I’m not dumb enough to interrupt or wake him up over some pussy.
Finishing my beer, I toss the bottle into the fire. Pulling out a fresh pack of Marlboros from my jacket pocket, I pack the box against the palm of my hand and rip the cellophane wrapper off. Seeing someone get their dick sucked is nothing new, but what ain’t cool is forcing a bitch. That shit doesn’t fly around here. What that sick fuck does in private is his business, but when he puts it out here in the open in front of everyone, that makes it my problem.
Pinching the end of my cigarette between my lips I light up and move closer. The heat of the flames lick up my neck. Vegas gives me a chin lift and his woman, Sweet Ass Tina, nuzzles her cheek to his throat. Camreigh and Saw are on the other side of them neckin’. They are expecting their second kid, his third. He keeps his old lady pregnant. Fucker is creating his own mini army.
“What’d you say to me, cunt?” Choke forces the woman’s head up roughly by her chin.
“I said fuck you. I’m not sucking your pathetic worm of a cock,” the chick on her knees sasses him and I chuckle. The sassiness behind her voice awakens something inside me. A desire to have her kneeling to pay worship to my cock, and I’ve not even fully seen her face.
His hand flies back and whips across her face. The woman’s head jerks sideways. Choke towers over her and she smiles as blood trickles down her split lip. “Is that all you got?”
Fuck. She’s going to get herself hurt if she doesn’t shut that mouth. But fuck all I want to do is be the one who fills it.
Inhaling smoke through my lungs, I watch to see how the bastard is gonna react. I should step in and I will, but I gotta have a damn good reason to rescind Rebel’s invitation without his order. Even if I want her for my own, I need a better reason than my urge to take her for myself to start a fight.
Removing his belt, Choke wraps it around her throat and tightens it. “You’re gonna gag on it now, cunt.” Pulling his dick out he strokes it.
“Just give me a reason,” I mutter under my breath. The only dick she’ll be gagging on if I have anything to say about it is mine.
“Open wide.” Choke grins moving closer to her face, tugging on the end of his belt. Her eyes widen with tears. Fuck that. Fuck him. He’s not putting his dick in her mouth.
I flick my cigarette to the ground, charge into his side, taking him down hard to the dirt hearing the crack of one of his ribs in the process. The asshole has no idea what’s happened until I’m on top of him drilling my fist into his face. Pop. Thwack. I pummel him.
“That feel good, bro? You like getting slapped around? Huh?” Slap. I backhand him. Slamming my fist into him doesn’t ease the woman’s pain or humiliation but it sure as fuck makes me feel better. Blood seeps from the cuts my ring made on his eyebrow and top lip.
“Want me to shove my dick down your throat. You want to gag on it, huh?”
Choke groans, pushing against me as I straddle him on the ground. I get in two more licks. Striking him in the ribs. He coughs. “The fuck, you cock blocker.” His fist connects with my side as he struggles to get a hold of me. I rear back and headbutt him, bringing my head down with enough force to break his nose. Crunch. I’ve never liked him but now I want to fuckin’ end him. Nothing triggers me like someone putting their hands on a woman and especially one I want. He made his first mistake when he shoved her on her knees. His second was smacking her. Third was attempting to rape her mouth. Now he knows not to do that shit again. Not in my presence. Not fuckin’ ever.
I push up off him. He cups his hands over his nose. “You’re a dead man, Jag. Fuckin’ dead,” he mutters.
In response I pull my leg up and stomp his ass three times as he attempts to roll away. “Keep running your mouth, man.” I kick him one last time right in the dick as he struggles to get to his feet. He stumbles forward and crashes back down to his knees. It takes the greasy fucker two attempts to find his legs.
“She begged me for it.”
Only begging she’ll be doing is to take my cock.
“Get the fuck outta here.” Dutch shoves him toward his motorcycle.