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  “Fuck if I know. He better deliver, my cock is about to fall off from lack of use. These whores are dirtier than the Pit floor. I’d rather rub one out than do one of the house rats.”

  “I hear that,” Tonka said, nursing his beer. He’d been in a funk for the past few days, introverted even more than his normal quiet self. Sitting in a room full of rowdy bikers wasn’t his first choice, and once he made an appearance, he planned to duck out early. The tension had been too much lately and he found himself cruising aimlessly down the road most nights, only returning home when the silver light of the moon faded to early dawn. Tonight, riding didn’t even seem appealing. A bottle of Jack and his bed was all he could focus on.

  The loud sound of whistles captured his attention and he looked around, half annoyed, half curious to see what the fuss was about. Over by the door, Sandman walked in with a hot new stock of scantily clad rats dressed to impress and eager to please. “Damn. That might give me incentive to stay longer than I had planned…”

  “Fuck, check out the ass on that stacked blonde. I can see myself rubbing my dick between those tits…then up in that tight little ass.” Yo Neg took inventory, making mental notes of the ones that made his cock twitch. As he watched the parade close the distance between them, he felt the hair on the back of his neck stand up when he saw another dark-haired beauty behind them, wearing leather from head to toe, from the vest that left little to the imagination to the second skin pants and high heel boots. Abi. His mood took a wild turn as he lost all focus but on her. She greeted those she passed, radiating confidence and a badass air to her that called to him. Instead of following the bimbo train over to where he sat, she branched off and over to the bar, turning those away who dared a death sentence from Sledge for a shot. Instead of her looking for someone, she was content alone and the guys flocked to her. It was a total change of rolls—a Savage eclipse of sorts. He fought back his feelings, mentally smacking himself for his less than tough reaction to her. Hell, she’d walked in the fucking room, and he wanted her to drop to her knees in front of him and suck him off. So he was more than relieved when Sandman approached, waving his arm out to the side.

  “You two get first pick before we set the wolves loose.”

  “You. Come here.” Tonka pointed at the smallest of the group. The little brunette’s eyes went wide before she plastered on her best fake flirty look and brushed her hair over her shoulder. Yeah, she was fresh all right; barely legal and green broke.

  The woman sauntered over to him, propping her hand on her hip. “What’s your name, big boy?” she asked, batting her eyelashes down at him. Tonka’s arm reached out, wrapped around her waist, and yanked her between his parted knees, pulling her against his groin. He couldn’t help but laugh from her pale attempt at formalities.

  “Tonka. What’s yours, baby?” He humored her.

  “Katy,” she said shyly.

  No, she was definitely new to the scene and exactly what the doctor had ordered. She let out a yelp, smiling down in surprise. Time to break her in how he liked ‘em.

  Yep. She’s green, Yo Neg thought. She won’t be after tonight. He cocked his head, taking another look at the blonde that had caught his eye first. She didn’t have that semi-innocent glow like the little fawn Tonka had chosen, but she looked like she knew her way around a cock pretty good, which was what he needed tonight—a good rough fuck to get whatever was warped in his brain straight again. While he vaguely heard the girl say her name was Mercy and the corny ‘have mercy’ lame ass joke Tonka spewed, he crooked his finger and stared at her tits. She narrowed her big blue eyes and tugged her bottom lip between her teeth as she walked, choosing to take matters into her own hands and straddle his lap to skip the formalities. Perfect. Without a word, she leaned down and kissed him, her tongue darting into his mouth with a little more enthusiasm than he’d expected, not that he was complaining. He pulled her closer, grinding her down on his half stiff rod.

  “Mmm. Now that’s what I came for,” her hot breath grazed against his open mouth. When her hands edged up the hem of his t-shirt, he caught them, pinning them together.

  “Let’s get one thing straight, bitch. I’m running this show, got it?” He pulled her arms behind her back and held them with one fist as he yanked up her Band-Aid of a top with the other, setting her massive tits free. She didn’t shy away or pull back but the piece of tail Tonka was working on went white.

  “Looks like you’ll have your work cut out for you tonight, bro,” he laughed.

  “Yeah, but that’s what makes it fun.” Tonka wagged his eyebrows, squeezing the girl on his lap until she squealed and laughed.

  “I like a woman who knows how to work a dick.” Yo Neg lowered his head and sucked her nipple in his mouth, biting down gently until the blonde moaned under him, arching her back, pushing closer for more. “Fuck yeah. Why don’t you get down here and get my dick good and hard, you dirty little slut.”

  The blonde scooted off his lap, allowing her little short skirt to flip up and expose her bare ass. She looked over her shoulder giving a seductive smile before dropping to her knees. As Yo Neg leaned back, she unfastened his jeans and pulled his cock out, lowering her mouth over him. With experienced precision, she had him hard and throbbing in a matter of seconds with a few licks and sucks. The little bitch hollowed her cheeks and picked up her pace before cramming him all the way down her throat to swallow. The surprise had him growling, his balls hitting her chin in perfect porn star style. “Damn that’s good. Suck that dick, bitch.” She looked up with her big blue eyes smiling and did as he asked.

  He laced one hand through her hair, shoving her face down even farther before pulling her back. He leaned his head up, half conscious to the crowd around him to the point he barely heard Tonka speaking to the girl he had grabbed.

  “You see what she’s doing? I want you to suck me like that,” Tonka instructed, his voice showing the amusement he took in the girl’s inexperience.

  Yo Neg half-heartedly laughed, not envious in the least of having to teach someone when he had this experienced piece of ass working him good. She slurped and sucked, pounding the head of his rod against the back of her throat every so often and other times swallowing him deep. The rat had his dick so sopping wet it was running over his balls. The anticipation of what would come amplified his arousal. As his eyes roamed, half glazed with lust, he spotted Abi across the room and he almost froze. What he saw wasn’t what he expected…or was it that he’d hoped to see more? Abi’s icy smirk was as emotionless as she was. She didn’t seem surprised, or have even a sliver of jealousy reflected on her face. As fucked up as it was, just the fact she was looking at him made him harder, if that was possible. Her eyes glanced at Tonka before she turned around, slamming another shot.

  The blonde didn’t let him dwell on what was or wasn’t in her reaction. He grabbed her by the arm and pulled her up, his dick plopping out of her mouth with a loud ‘plop’. He ripped her clothes off, tossing them on the floor at their feet. He grabbed a rubber out of his pocket and ripped the foil open with his teeth as he bent her over, sliding it on just seconds before plunging his dick in her with the first stroke. Thankfully the little bitch was already wet because he didn’t want to waste time with the touchy feely shit. He needed to fuck and blow his load, whether she came or not. Greedy? Yep. But right now he didn’t give a flying damn. He slammed into her, watching her tits swing back and forth until his hand grabbed one of the huge globes and squeezed, using it for leverage to take her even harder. She moaned, enjoying it more than he’d thought, not that he felt much guilt. When her pussy walls squeezed around him like a vise and her body began to shake as she screamed out her orgasm, he exploded into the rubber, pumping it full as he rode out the last few drops. When he was done he pulled out, removing the condom and handing it to her. “Here, take care of this. Thanks, baby.” She took it, grinning.

  “Thanks. The name’s Mercy if you ever have an itch that needs taken care of.” She winked, g
rabbing up her clothing and strutted across the room to the bathroom without blinking an eye. Damn, he thought, glad he picked one that was there to fuck and not try to fuck her way in the club. Good rats were hard to come by.

  *****

  Down the hall, Tonka wasn’t as lucky. His little apprentice wasn’t taking to him like he’d expected. Her ‘doe caught in the headlights’ expression had him frustrated and ready to toss in the towel. He didn’t want to have to rub it out himself, which was the only thing pushing him to have patience with her. She’d obviously had no idea what she was getting into when she stepped foot in the door. “You came to the wrong place if you are expecting to cuddle and shit. We are bikers. We like to fuck, plain and simple. You aren’t gonna get a call in the morning, or roses on your doorstep. If you wanna fuck, good. If not, there’s the door.” Her eyes went even wider, if that was possible, at his words and her mouth gaped open. Tonka saw the familiar pools start to puddle in her big brown eyes and sighed. Son-of-a-bitch, she’s gonna cry. He took a deep breath to keep his anger in check and tossed her the only piece of clothing he’d been able to get off her in the past thirty fucking minutes, then he nodded toward the door. “Go home. You don’t belong here. Go to college. Find a good man and have babies and shit. You’re not cut out for this kind of life, Katy.” He tried to keep his voice gentle, but the raging hard-on grinding against his zipper had him almost growling. She tossed her shirt back on and all but ran out of the room. Hell, maybe it was better he scared her. She didn’t need to be around these type of people and if him scaring her kept her from feeling pressured into something she wasn’t ready for, so be it.

  Tonka grumbled under his breath, cussing his attraction to the girl in the first place. He still had the issue of his aching balls and cock to tend to, and since he’d wasted half an hour already, it’d be slim pickings. He stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him a little harder than he’d meant to. I’m gonna end up turning to one of the beat out, loose lipped rats. Fuck. The idea of shoving his dick in a hole big enough to fit his fuckin’ leg made his stomach turn, but it was better than nothing.

  He spotted a little redhead who’d been brought in with the new flock and marched over to her. Maybe his luck wasn’t as bad as he’d anticipated. “You know how to suck a dick good?” Harsh? Yes. But he didn’t give a fuck. He needed to blow his wad and go home to bed. His night had been shit, and instead of sneaking out early, he was stuck still working for pussy. What the fuck? If he wanted to work for it, he’d go to a bar or start going on dates and shit. He was a damn officer for fuck's sake. Thankfully, the woman didn’t insist on exchanging names and shit and dropped to her knees, unfastening his pants. He leaned against the bar, holding on for support as she proceeded to suck him without hesitation. “Now that’s what I’m talkin’ about. Fuck, your hot little mouth feels good, bitch.” She moaned, sending vibrations along the ridge of his head that had his balls loading up fast. Her licks and sucks combined with her tight throat pulsating around his shaft had him rocking his hips, feeding her more. When he blew, she swallowed, licking him clean before putting him back in his pants with a grin.

  “That answer your question?” she purred.

  “Fuck yeah, baby. You planning to be a regular around here?” He reached for a bottle of whiskey and took a gulp, thinking twice before handing it to her and opted to pour her a shot. No way in hell was he getting his own spunk anywhere near his mouth. She smiled and accepted, tossing it back before answering him.

  “If I’m invited. I’m Cherry by the way.” She didn’t seem too hurt over the fact he’d just used and abused her mouth without giving her anything in return. Given her overeager attitude, he had no doubt it wouldn’t be the last time she provided relief in some form tonight.

  “Well, Cherry,” he looked her up and down before continuing, “next time I wanna see how good that pussy feels. See you around.” He took the bottle with him, making a beeline straight for the door. With a little relief still tickling his nut sack, he headed home for a hot shower, the bottle of Jim Beam that he'd placed in his saddlebag, and his soft bed.

  Chapter Two

  Yo Neg hadn’t slept much from the night before, still unable to shake the image of Abi staring at him while Mercy bobbed up and down on his crotch. He hadn't seen hurt or jealousy in her eyes, but the opposite. Abi’s dark eyes had mirrored that same numb hardness he felt inside. Her emotionless smirk was a knife through the chest.

  With dusk nearby, the ride ahead would be good therapy for his soul. Why was he still hung up on a woman? He didn’t love her, or even want to love her. So, was it because she’d beat him at his own game? It had to be. The fact she’d walked away first and never looked back was a challenge to his pride. Fuck it to hell. A night with the open road and his brothers would erase it all. No more thinking about this bullshit. Yo Neg hopped in the shower, letting the almost scalding hot water burn all thoughts away. He went through the motions of washing then toweling off with his mentality back in check.

  After a quick cardboard flavored T.V. dinner, he grabbed his cut off the chair and left, eager to have an outlet to relieve some stress. If he was lucky, a few Diablos would get in their way and he’d be able to beat them until he felt normal again.

  The guys were already crowded in the parking lot of the clubhouse ready to ride. Tonto and the other officers spoke at the head of the line before cranking their motors and leading the convoy of bikes out onto the open highway, hitting the throttle to dominate the road ahead. The ground vibrated from the amount of horsepower pounding against the pavement. Each man packed enough steel to take down a small army, locked and loaded for whatever awaited them ahead. With still a two-hour ride to the border, Yo Neg relaxed back in his seat.

  *****

  Abi laced up her boots, still cussing and spewing because her brother insisted on treating her like a kid, despite there only being a four-year age difference, the four Moon children born a year apart. Sledge the oldest and her the youngest with their brother and sister in the middle. He’d tried to strong hand her into falling into the roll of homemaker but had only managed to piss her the fuck off. When he’d stormed out demanding she be there when he returned, she’d hopped on her bike and kicked it to life, its loud roar echoing against the metal walls of their shitty trailer. God that was one thing she planned to change, immediately. Sledge made good money with the club, but instead of investing it in a decent house, he was more than content on living in trash. Her first night back, she’d insisted on getting a decent bed that didn’t have springs popping through the foam. Now, she needed to make enough to get her own place and out from under her brother’s thumb. Soon, she told herself. Right now, she needed to prove her worth and get her foot in the club. Being a female, it wouldn’t be easy. Considering they all saw her as Sledge’s baby sister, the chances of being taken seriously were slim. It was a good thing she had enough strength and skill to back her words because there was no doubt they’d be put to the test. No one was going to stand in her way. Not her brother, or any other man.

  The growl of her bike settled her nerves, allowing her mind to settle as the pavement stretched out for miles in front of her. God she loved being home. Cooped up in a small apartment with nothing more than preppy fraternities in every direction, the four years of school she had completed instead of the six years needed to earn her degree in forensic science had been pure torture. It didn’t take long for her bad-ass-don’t-fuck-with-me reputation to spread and categorize her in with the goth and weird ass emo crowds, not that she hung out with any of them. She’d had one friend the whole time she was there, and even then the girl didn’t know the details on her life. She was a lone wolf until she got home to her pack. This was her place in the universe. This was her crowd. Now it was time for them to realize it.

  With only one place she wanted to be, she took off to the city, ready to do what she did best—beat the shit out of people. Getting paid for it was an extra perk.

  *****


  The warm night air was Tonka’s therapy. It was one of the few places he could truly relax with nothing but a blanket of stars above and the open road ahead. His past, his present, and his future all folded together harmoniously, meshing into something that made sense. His life had been a snowball to hell before he’d gotten his shit together and became a patched member, starting when his father had been killed in the service. His mother had done her best to keep things together but it ended up him alone on most occasions and fending for himself. That’s when he starting taking up space at Sledge’s house. Sledge was lost, trying to figure out how to care for the kids left behind after his parents’ death, and Tonka was left just trying to put the pieces back together. Together, they’d managed to raise the kids with no serious issues and themselves, turning to the Savages for guidance. They’d taken him in with open arms and given him a great job and a place within their ranks. Never again had Sledge had to worry about where their next meal would come from, nor had the costs of boarding schools and college been an issue. They’d been inseparable ever since, and the most loyal members the club would ever see.

  It wasn’t long until Tonto slowed the pace, motioning for them to split off where the road forked. Tonight was about scouting out the area so they could assess their target and come up with a plan toward getting rid of the nasty gang that plagued their streets. Their businesses were suffering, their community falling apart. Both of which were their livelihood and nothing fucked with what was theirs.

  Tonka and Yo Neg led the second half of the convoy left, cutting off the main road down a dirt trail. They kept their pace slow and steady, weapons cocked and loaded. If the slimy bastards had guards on their drug routes, which they probably did, they wouldn’t have time to fuck around. The Mexican bastards had the advantage of knowing they were coming, but the Savages held the upper hand of wielding enough fire power to take down a small army.