Chapter 8
Hound
F ew days later…
Finishing of sorting the tires for Bullets bike, I’m in the process of cleaning my hands as I look over what else we need to sort for it when I hear crunching the click of footsteps nearing the garage at the far end of the compound, stepping out of it into the blazing mid-day sun I come in to contact with the one person I’ve been dancing around for the past few days.
Which is unlike me, unless they’re a club girl who know the deal or not a part of biker life, we never cross over normally accept one exception the girl with blonde hair spun like chains of gold through her locks, she has her rounded dark sunglasses propped on her face, low cut black vest on pairing it with a denim skirt mid thigh and some red sparkly flip flops and the cutest little white painted toes.
Fuckin’ hell! She only has a lollipop in between her cherry-colored lips wrapped around a bright red sphere, pulling it out of her mouth with a ‘Pop!’
“Heya.” She greets me with her velvety smooth voice, she looks around me and starts moving closer into the open garage, “you’re working Dads bike, how’s it going?
” She enquires as she pushes her shades up over the top of her head, and cute little crinkle appears in the middle of her perfect eyebrows, her deep blue eyes looking from the bike that’s propped up back to me. Clearing my throat to talk,
“Yeah, not too, bad still got a fair bit to do. The structure wasn’t as bad as I initially thought, the handlebars need realigning and adjusting back to how ya Dad has them but shouldn’t take too long.”
“That’s great news. I can’t wait to let him know his “baby” is okay and getting on the mend, a bit like him. He’s coming out of hospital tomorrow, picking him up mid-morning.” Deciding the best course of action is to grab the horns and tell her a few truths
“Look Lola, what you saw-“ but the little she is quick to the take cutting me off by using my real name,
“Dex, I mean Hound. Save the speech, I know all about what you like Kayley told me. Everything.” Great gonna have to give her a dead arm for telling her shit about my business, Lola takes a few steps closer to me until she’s practically toe to toe with me, casting my eyes to meet hers, they hold so much fire in them, I flick my eyes down to the top of her vest top and her cleavage she’s got on display that’s making my dick twitch.
I peer back up to her face and watch her slide that lollipop back across her bottom lip making it all wet and sticky and slide it back into her back hollowing her cheeks.
Ahh fuck! The little she-devil knows exactly what she’s doing, so I readjust my stance a little wider then continues, “Kayley, explained you don’t have to, and I understand that you never do repeats from what she’s overheard.
But… what about one exception to the rule?
Seeing as I’m going to be here until my Dad’s better and then I’m going back home, how about we continue what happened the other night.
” I can’t say anything I reckon the look across my face says it all, but riddle me curious, and taking the lack of talking and facial expressions as a cue she places her delicate hand in the middle of my chest as she leans in closer to continue, her flowery perfume wafts around me reminding me of her laying next to me on my bed with those naughty hand stuffed in between her pussy lips.
Just the vision of her that night makes me briefly close my eyes and my dick jumps hardening, twitching again needing to tug myself off.
Her voice softens as she continues, “You see Dex… while I’m here I want more of what I saw the other night, it’s all new to me but.
One thing I can tell you is I’ve never had such a rush of excitement or being turned on so much that I have ever done what I did.
But here’s the crux, I loved every. single.
second of it. So much so I thought about it last night as I fingered myself.
” She says the last part breathlessly, and her pupils dilated whilst her hand makes it way lower until she reaches the top of my jeans and without breaking eye contact from me, I know I’m walking in unchartered ground as I let this play out I raise my eyebrow up at her in a challenge because she needs to feel what I’m packing because her telling me everything has knocked all my previous rules out the fucking window and I have no idea why.
If it’s because it’s Lola or the fact watching her cum as she was watching me get sucked off made me cum harder than I have in a long time and I wasn’t even in between her smooth thighs.
But she slides her hand straight down over my hard on that’s practically tenting my jeans, a little gasp escapes her mouth she shoves that fucking lollipop in her mouth instantly making me jealous and wanting to rip the thing out of her pretty little mouth, her eyes flash with desire and need I see her clench her jaw and at the same time she clenches her hold on my dick making it pulsate dying to be let out.
I grab ahold of her hand and rub my callused fingers over the back of her squeezing with her.
My voice is thick and my gravelly voice sounding extra coarse,
“The clubhouse will be quiet tonight, most of them going to see your Dad then over to a steak joint on that side of town, but… I’m going to be here just me and Killian as I need to go over a few club things.
” Tugging on the lollipop slightly and she lets me pull it out of her mouth letting it pop again, her lips slightly agape, I lean so I’m nose to nose with her I whisper against her lips “I’ll give you something better than this thing to suck on, it will be too far stuffed down your throat you won’t even be able to scream as I make you cum and I lick your greedy cunt out.
” I don’t give time to say anything as I know she’ll be there in my fucking room spread eagled waiting for me if I have it my way, it's just a one time, but I slam my mouth straight down on her and the first hit of sugary strawberry hits my tongue, but as I sweep my tongue against hers at first I think she’s too stunned to respond but she soon picks up the pace.
Her tongue wrapping around mine I show case some of my skills, so she gets it, if I’m gonna have a hard on then I’m gonna get her wet.
So, I grab ahold of her juicy ass cupping, squeezing harshly having to lift her slightly, bringing her core straight over my dick and push it up and down and instantly I get the reaction I wanted her squirming in my hold and then she wrenches her mouth away from mine her eyes grow heavy as I watch her breathings changed. Then the murmur of,
“Fuck. Me.”
“Princess, I intend to. Don’t play games with me because I have the fucking rule book!”
Around 8pm…
I stride through to Grinder’s office whilst he’s gone with the rest of my brothers, I decide to go through some of the paperwork in his drawers and coming up short.
Fuck where else could he be hiding shit.
I clock the drinks cabinet in the corner; it’s a long shot but I know my cousin dearest has always been into his Patrón.
I double check the corridor to the office in case Killian has come back with some food, he decided to take one of the club girls with him and the other one went back to her own flat as she was sick, leaving the other one in her own room here at the clubhouse.
Seeing the corridor is empty and now dark I can hear the dull thump of the bass in the main room.
I retract my head back into the office and make sure it’s closed and locked up, I go back to the drinks cabinet and opening it up seeing different Patrón bottles lined up on one side and the side has shot glasses and tumblers, nothing looks out of place leaning back to get a different angle I notice that the shelving inside it has been removed there should at least be two shelves in the middle of the cabinet.
Leaning down on my haunches I notice a black box stuck at the back of the cabinet under the only shelf.
From first glance you wouldn’t notice but the box is perfectly dark like inside the cabinets it’s situated in, grabbing it carefully, I overhear a bike coming into the compound checking my phone I see its close to 8.
30 it’s probably Lola a smirk graces my face at the thought of getting my way with her.
Shoving my phone back, I look at the box and see it has no lock on it, flipping it open and see several burner phones I’ve never seen before and that in itself sets more alarm bells ringing.
“What the fuck is he playing at?” I say out loud, and the distant bass and music turns back up, I hear the Post Malone come blaring back up – yup defo Killian’s taste he must be Killian back not Lola, wonder if she got chickened out but I doubt she would the perfect biker Princess is newly into voyeurism.
Her Pops would be shocked to hell and would end back in hospital if he knew, shaking my mind clear of it.
I grab one of the burner phones and switch it on and watch it flicker to life, clicking the message icon.
There are several messages from unknown checking them the last one came in yesterday at 11pm.
UNKNOWN: GET READY!
Hearing the music change song back in the main room I realize I better get out of here in case Grinder comes back, I need to get more info tomorrow before whatever is happening puts the club at risk.
Stuffing the phone back in the box just how I found it, flipping the lid shut and placing it exactly in the same place under the shelf.
I give the whole cabinet the once over and seeing there’s nothing out of place decide it’s best to get my ass out of here and go get Killian to turn the fucking music down.