Rough Ride (Men of Valor MC)

An image of Claire flashed in my mind as I watched the girl’s hands search all over Tommy, like a desperate puppy. Tommy seemed to be lapping it up. They just finished fucking, but it looked like the blonde was ready for round two.

"Rough, it's been a minute," he said as soon as he saw me.

"How's it goin' man?" I asked.

"Who's your friend?" the girl asked, smiling at me. She winked in my direction. The girl had an appetite. Too bad she wasn’t what I was hungry for.

"Don't waste your time, honey. Miller here doesn't partake in what you're selling." Tommy grabbed her ass and pulled her to him; the move made her giggle. I never really understood why these girls came around. They knew they weren't getting more than warming someone's bed for a few hours. They’d be kicked to the curb once the guy had his fill. Seemed like self-respect wasn’t high on their list. I didn’t judge, but once again, not for me.

"Good to see you Tommy, glad you're enjoying the hospitality." I said. I turned my attention to Patriot, "Thanks for your help, man." I looked him in the face as I said it because I knew he relied heavily on lip reading, because of his impaired hearing. Patriot was loyal, he had a good run ahead of him.

"Glad you asked," Patriot said.

I got up, leaving my bottle on the bar, something I hated doing. Still, the prospects were basically our slaves until they became full members. We were supposed to make them feel like dogs, part of that was letting them clean up after us.

"I'm gonna head home. It's been a long day. Take care, Tommy."

When I got to my house, I changed into sweats, grabbed a beer and sat at the custom-made salvaged granite island in the kitchen. All I could think about at work was Sky and where she would have ended up had I not found her. Then the pretty social worker from the shelter, Claire, kept popping up in my head. She was a feisty little thing, utterly sure that she knew it all when she really didn't know the half of it. I admired her mettle, even if it was misguided. She was passionate. She was also hot as fuck. I’d tried not to notice her curvy little figure or her juicy butt. I couldn’t help myself. When a woman stood up for herself like that, especially to me, I found it exciting as fuck.

If I’d met her out on the town, I might have mistaken her for just another sassy, uptight chick. But Claire worked for Isla. I trusted Lala; she’d been working these streets helping kids for as long as I could remember. She'd proven her loyalty by her track record. Lala wouldn't hire someone that wasn't really as dedicated as she was.

I walked to the wine rack and scanned the bottles, too tired to choose, I opened the subzero fridge and grabbed another beer for myself. In the living room, I sat on the sofa and leaned my head back, closing my eyes, but all I could see was Claire. My dick swelled thinking about all her curves and the sexy pout of her pink lips. I imagined having my cock in her mouth, her sucking on my length while I tugged on that long dark hair. She had great tits and an amazing ass and she was full of sass. Fuck.

I put the beer on the Nakashima coffee table as my head fell into my hands. She was a complication I didn't need. I stayed away from women because I couldn't give them what they all wanted: a family. It seemed like for women, happiness was intrinsically linked to having kids, all of that happily ever after bullshit that all women wanted. You had to settle down, have kids, do the whole thing. No one wanted to get serious with a biker and start a family. And this biker didn’t know what the hell he wanted. Peace and quiet? But someone to love was just as high on my list. Love without all the trappings? But I can’t do sex without love. I’d only met Claire once and already she has me turning in circles.

I imagined her on her knees sucking me off. Her big brown eyes gazing up at me and she tasted my cum. I wanted her naked and begging me for more cock. Before I knew what was happening, my dick was in my hand and I was as hard as a rock. I pumped my length and imagined sucking her sweet pink lips, flicking my tongue on her nipples until she begged me for mercy.

I came in my hand, my dick straining and pulsating from the images that flew through my head. This chick, she made me want things that I didn't know how to handle. Did she want a family? Did she want to fuck? Was she even interested in me at all or did she want to call the police on my ass for assault?