Chapter 14
Buzz
I let Skye sit on the bike still and calm down for a moment, knowing full well the adrenaline spike she must be feeling. Eventually, her arms loosen, and I get off, helping her too. Her legs are shaking, and I pull the helmet off her head. Her big blue eyes gaze up at me but the look in her eyes isn’t terror, anger, or even hatred like I anticipated. She looks… trusting. Sure, there’s a little bit of fear mixed with euphoria in them, a standard reaction to so much adrenaline and speed, but overall, she looks like she’d trust me to do it all again.
“You…” she stammers, uncertain what to say.
“I’m sorry, I know that was crazy and reckless and we could have died, but I had no choice,” I explain.
She shakes her head, “No. I mean, yes, it was all of those things, but I know you had no choice. You saved us!” she replies in awe.
I look at her in surprise, “I thought you’d be mad at me,” I admit.
“Well… I am mad at you for making me leave… but I’m not mad at you for how you rode then. Those guys clearly were trying to run us off the road. Should we go back for the others? Are they okay?” she asks worriedly with no concern for herself and how close to death she just came.
Wow. She really is something else.
“Skye, I’m trying to keep us alive, remember. If I take you back, the only people who might kill us are Angel and Brewer,” I respond with a small smile.
She nods but her brow is still furrowed with concern for them.
“They’ll be fine, I promise. Come on, let’s get inside and wait for them,” I say.
She nods, taking my elbow and allowing me to help her inside on shaky legs. The house is an old timber and stone ranch house in a secluded area, as far as the eye can see there’s nothing but nature, the arid yet beautiful landscape framed by distant hills. Skye looks around as we enter. The place is simple yet tastefully decorated with wooden floors, a comfortable sofa and chairs, and a big fireplace in the living area. The kitchen has a large wooden dining table big enough to fit eight people and a country-style kitchen space. Upstairs, there are five rooms. There are plenty of emergency supplies should anyone need to come here in a hurry, or for any members who bring family and friends here for a vacation.
“Take a seat,” I tell Skye, gesturing to the sofa, “I’ll fix us something to drink. Think we could use something strong after that.”
When I return, a bottle of whiskey and two tumblers with ice in hand, Skye is curled up on the sofa with a checkered blanket wrapped around her. The shock is no doubt setting in.
“Here,” I say, handing her a drink.
“Thanks,” she replies, taking a big swig and wincing slightly.
I move over to the sound system and put on some classical music. She looks over at me in surprise.
“Drifter mentioned that you like classical music before… it’s not the kind of music I’d have expected a biker to listen to,” she says, her voice laced with curiosity.
I smile slightly, “You’d be right about that. Generally, the type of stuff we play in the clubhouse bar are the genres of choice—rock, country, that kinda thing.”
“Why classical music?” Skye asks, her voice simply intrigued but not judgmental.
I take a sip of my drink and sit down next to her. I rake my fingers through my short hair, messing it up, a nervous habit I’ve had since I was a young boy. “I find it soothing,” I admit. When she doesn’t say anything, I find myself opening up a little more, “My mom used to play it all the time, I guess it reminds me of her.”
“She passed away?” Skye asks softly, reaching out to rest a hand on my leg, I leave it there.
“When I was young. Cancer. My father turned to drink, he became a mean drunk. To start with, I buried myself in schoolwork I did well academically, but then I got bored, felt unchallenged, and started acting out, getting into trouble. I went to juvie, kept on committing crimes, and jacking cars when I got out. Then, I met Drifter, he introduced me to the Angels of Havoc, and I haven’t looked back since,” I tell her, surprised to find myself opening up.
“The others were all part of the club already then?” she asks.
Talking seems to be distracting her, so instead of changing the subject or not opening up like I normally would, I continue to talk.
“Yep. Angel’s father was president and he was raised in the club, so it was natural for him to follow in his footsteps after he died. Gunner was raised in it too, his father was VP. Same as Drifter is now.”
“If Angel took over his father, why didn’t Gunner become VP?”
I look into her eyes, “That’s for Gunner to share with you if he wants to. He left the club for a while and joined the army. When he came back, he didn’t want his old man’s job, so Drifter stepped up.”
She nods, understanding. “So Drifter’s dad was a member too?”
I shake my head, “Nope, Drifter joined as a teen. A runaway that the club took in.”
“Poor Drifter,” Skye says, her voice not pitying or condescending, just genuinely sorry.
I’m grateful that she doesn’t ask more questions, as with Gunner, it’s up to Drifter to share his story with Skye if he wants to.
She looks as though she’s contemplating something before she speaks. “So, your club names, am I right in thinking these are the reasons why you got them? Gunner because of the army, Drifter because of being homeless once, and Angel because he’s the president of the Angels of Havoc. How did you get yours?”
I let out a chuckle. “Well, you’re right about Gunner and Drifter. But Angel got his before he became Prez… it’s because he’s no Angel when it comes to women, or pretty much anything else. We thought it was funny.”
Skye smiles at me, “It is, and accurate. But you didn’t tell me about yours,” she prompts.
“Damn, not gonna let me get away with that one, are ya? Promise you won’t laugh?” I reply and she shakes her head and smiles cheekily at me. With a sigh, I admit, “The guys nicknamed me Buzz because I told them how I wanted to be an astronaut when I grew up.”
She looks a bit puzzled for a moment and then I remember she’s a lot younger than we are, “Buzz Aldrin, second man to walk on the moon.”
She grins, “That’s not so bad, but it seems odd that it isn’t something more… I don’t know, bike-related.”
“Well, it’s also because they tease me for being the brainiac of the group. I’m pretty good with machines, they joke I could actually work for NASA,” I admit, trying to sound humble and feeling embarrassed.
“Would you want to?” Skye asks, not laughing at me but taking me seriously which makes me feel good, most people take one look at me and think I’m a dumb ass biker.
“Nah, this is my home, my life, I’d never leave the club. Ride or die.”
“I love how you all have each other’s backs. You’re more of a family than mine is,” she says her voice wistful and forlorn.
I’m about to blurt out and say that she could be part of the club, maybe even our old lady, if she wanted, when my phone rings.
“It’s Angel,” I tell her before answering.
“Did you get Skye to the house safely?” Angel asks in his usual abrupt manner.
“Of course. We hit a snag and had to pull off a move that might have killed or severely injured one of the Demon Riders, so that could come back to bite us, but we’re both fine. Is everything okay there?”
“Yes, we’re all fine. I’ll fill you in later. We’re going to wait with Brewer until some of our guys come to stay with him before coming to you.”
In the background, I can hear Brewer arguing he’s fine alone and the others telling him he’s got no choice.
“Okay, see you in a while,” I reply before hanging up.
“They’re okay?” Skye asks hopefully.
“Yeah, they’re waiting with Brewer, we’re gonna get some of our club brothers to stay at his and then they’ll be joining us.”
She looks as relieved as I feel. “Good.”
“They might be a while though…” I say, moving closer to her and winding one of her curls around my finger. “We’ll have to find something to keep us busy,” I say looking into her eyes and pulling the blanket off her.
Her breath hitches and her pupils dilate with arousal as she understands exactly how I intend to keep her busy. “The others won’t mind?”
I shake my head, “Definitely not, Angel got you to himself didn’t he.”
“But that was different, it was before…” she starts.
I silence her with a kiss, pressing my body close, she responds eagerly, kissing me back with equal passion. I move so I’m hovering above her, my torso between her legs as I slowly kiss down her neck, tasting every inch of skin as I remove her clothes. I pull her full, heavy breasts free and behold them in all their glory.
“You have the perfect tits,” I say as I fondle them, feeling the weight in my hands.
As usual, she shies away from the compliment, averting her gaze from mine. “You do,” I insist, “And tonight I’m going to fuck them,” I promise.
She lets out a gasp of arousal and surprise and I bury my face between them before licking and gently biting each nipple in turn. She hungrily tears at my clothes and I oblige, allowing her to pull them off. I move down her body, ready to taste the sweet spot between her thighs. I could never get tired of eating her pussy. I never understood why some women shy away from being orally pleasured, I fucking love doing it. Thankfully, Skye seems to enjoy receiving my attention down there as much as I love giving.
I lick her tender clit gently at first, teasing my tongue down her slit as she moans and pulls at my hair. I slip a finger into her warm, wet pussy, already slick and ready for me.
“God you’re fucking perfect,” I marvel, taking a moment to look at her spread out for me.
As much as I enjoy fucking her with the guys, I want to savor the chance to have her to myself for a change.
I bury my face between her thighs once more, slipping another finger in and slowly gliding them inside her as my tongue ring dances along her clit.
“Fuck, that feels so good, Buzz,” she moans.
I love hearing her say my name like that. I can’t resist showing off my favorite trick.
“There’s another reason why I’m called Buzz,” I say as I start to rapidly flick my tongue on her clit, the ball of the piercing vibrating.
“Oh shit,” she hisses, burying her fingers in my hair as I fuck her with my tongue.
I increase the tempo, and I can feel her tight pussy tightening on my fingers as she climbs closer to the edge.
“Don’t stop,” she commands, as though I’d be able to now even if I tried.
I continue my pace and before long, I feel her orgasm tear through her as she cums, her juices dripping down my chin and in my hand. Usually, she needs a moment to collect herself after cumming so hard, but tonight she’s hungry for more.
“Fuck me,” she begs, her hands trying to pull me up to her.
I don’t have to be asked twice. I move to position myself between her, thrusting my already hard cock into her slick and ready entrance. She feels deliciously tight and even better than usual, I thrust in and out a couple of times before I realize what the difference is, I’ve forgotten to put on a condom.
“Skye, I didn’t—”
“It’s okay, don’t stop,” she begs, clearly feeling the reckless abandon I’m feeling.
Without the condom, my Prince Albert piercing does its job and the sensations feel incredible. She grabs my ass, her nails digging in as she cries out in pleasure, and I fuck her harder and faster. With each thrust, I can feel myself getting closer to cumming and I try to hold off, but Skye pushes me on, begging for more.
“Fuck, Buzz, cum with me,” she says.
It’s all it takes for me to completely lose myself, cumming deep inside her as she too orgasms, her body spasming with pleasure underneath me, her pussy clenching and pulling out every last drop of me.
At that moment, I hear the door open, and Drifter’s familiar voice say, “Well, I see you started without us.”