Viking
There is nothing more freeing than riding my motorcycle, wind brushing along the sleek curves, and stars shining bright in the sky. It’s where I’ve always felt most at home.
Until Logan came crashing in.
I don’t know how the fuck it happened, or if it’s even real, but my obsession with that woman seems an awful lot like love.
Or what I think love should feel like. I wouldn’t know, though.
I’ve spent my life trying to survive, fighting for every little thing I have.
Logan seems to have just fallen into our laps, which makes it easy, but I don’t trust easy.
Slowing down as we approach the site we’ll walk from to get to the warehouse we’re about to destroy, I take note of the area.
Trees, bushes, a deteriorating shack at the water’s edge, leading to a dock that’s had better days.
Nothing sticks out, indicating that anyone is hiding, waiting to ambush us.
“Clear,” I tell Brute and climb off my bike. Everyone silently locks up their motorcycles, gathers their gear, and mentally prepares for warfare.
“Easy,” Brute calls to our senior enforcer, and the reason we’re here. “You lead the way.”
I know he feels a little naked without Swamp next to him, so I take his position, giving a subtle nod that I’ve got his back.
“Silent through the marsh, get in position, and wait for my cue,” Easy instructs, and we follow his lead. The swamp at night has always given me the creeps; you never know what the fuck you’ll encounter and if it’ll kill you.
We become slightly more cautious when we hear hissing noises coming from the water, but we don’t stop until we hit the clearing that opens into an empty parking lot surrounded by barbed-wire fencing.
After scanning the back of the building and finding no noticeable cameras, we move forward.
Axl and I cut a hole in the fence for the others to slip through, leaving Neo behind as a lookout.
“Here we fucking go,” Easy says, watching as we all take our positions.
Miami and Free set up small explosives on the main door while Brute and Axl head around the building to the only other exit. Olympus walks the perimeter, on the watch for anyone trying to escape through a window.
“Blow it,” I order.
Taking cover, Easy hits the switch, and with a loud bang, the door flies off the hinges and over our heads. A couple of smoke bombs get tossed through the entranceway, and coughing is the only other sound coming from inside.
We hear Brute and Axl breach the other door while Miami stays outside, and Free follows us in. Their cook station is amateur-grade, and the bruise-covered girls in their underwear are typical findings.
“Who’s in charge?” I shout, grabbing the closest guy to me by his hair and pressing the barrel of my gun against his head. He doesn’t hesitate to point to a guy frozen in a doorway, with a look of realization that he’s about to perish. Pulling the trigger, he drops from my hand.
Brute orders, “Free, get the girls out. Have someone come pick them up.”
Easy takes off after the man in charge, barging through the door he’s trying to close and lock himself behind. Plowing his way in, we hear the sounds of flesh hitting flesh and let our guy have his moment.
Their operation is not as big as anticipated, with only four girls and eight men brandishing weapons. Each of whom I have no doubt enjoyed hurting the girls they hired to cook and pack their shitty meth.
Gunshots ring throughout the warehouse as the men are executed one by one. Their bodies are dragged out and hauled into the back of a truck belonging to one of them, for disposal into the surrounding swamps, feeding the crocs a hearty meal. The building will then be burned to ash.
Brute already put in a call to an insider at the PD, telling them not to respond to any calls from this location until morning. Whether the person listens or not depends on how much he values his career and reputation.
“Fucking tell them.” Easy tosses the ringleader out of his office, blood and tears dripping down the man's face.
“Please, please don’t kill me,” he begs. Easy kicks him in the back of the head. “Trafficking. There are girls locked up like dogs in cages. Let me live, and I’ll give you the location.”
Easy hands Brute a tablet that he eventually passes around to the rest of us with a disgusted look on his face.
“Who the fuck said we care about people that have nothing to do with us?” Brute gets in the guy’s face, reinforcing the name he’s been called most of his life. “We’re only here because your drugs nearly killed his cousin.” He gestures towards Easy. “We don’t give a fuck about anyone else.”
Brute stands, our eyes meet, and I can tell he’s lying. The girls in the fucking video are emaciated, dehydrated, and beaten. Most of them likely won’t survive the week, but he wants us to find them.
Stepping out of the warehouse with the tablet, I contact Swamp. He and Easy are the computer experts, and he’ll do everything he can to trace where the video originated from.
I cut right to the chase. “Swamp, man. Can you piggyback off my phone to get access to another device?”
“Set it up to share your hotspot, and I can.”
I follow his suggestion, and he works quickly, soon gaining access to the tablet. I thought that shit was only for crime shows.
“I’ve got it. What the fuck am I watching?” he mutters. “I’ll have their location by morning. These guys are fucking morons, don’t have a damn clue how to cover their tracks. Fucking amateurs.”
Hanging up, I jog back into the warehouse. “Swamp tapped in. Says he’ll have locations by morning. This asshole can join his friends.” Brute barely allows me to finish before snapping the man’s neck, the crack echoing gloriously around the building.
“Clean it up. Prospects can stay until sunrise, make sure everything burns. Remove the chemicals that will explode first. We’ve got a guy at the junkyard who can dispose of it properly.”
Everyone spreads out to follow Brute’s instructions while he, Axl, and Easy head back to the clubhouse. I remain behind to supervise and make sure shit is handled properly.
Miami and Free take off with the bodies. The prospects set the building up to burn, and I sit back to inspect the fucking pictures Priest is sending me of Logan sleeping naked in our bed. The fucking asshole is a tease.
“Ready, Vik.” Neo approaches with a rag soaked in gasoline, ready for me to light and toss it. Flicking open a lighter, the flame sizzles before catching onto the rag, and Neo tosses it to the side of the building, igniting it quickly and flooding the night in a blazing inferno.
“Stick around, make sure nothing else burns up, be gone before the sirens.” What I like about these prospects is that they fucking listen and can pivot with our directions in mind.
Not once have they fucked up a job they’ve been given.
Brute and I have been discussing patching them as members at the end of the summer.
They’ve earned our trust in ways no others have.
Most of the time, we kick guys to the curb before they can ever get a foot in the door, but these two have stuck like glue.
By the time I reach the clubhouse, the lights are out, the gates are still locked, and I can see that everyone is tucked in bed for the night. Entering my code into the security box, I ride behind the main building and park my bike.
Taking a breather, I sit in one of the chairs around the fire pit to unwind and appreciate the stars above before going inside to find Logan. A few hours inside her body should relieve some of this restless energy bounding through my veins.
I rest my head back against the chair, close my eyes, and count my breaths with each exhale, trying to suppress the need to cause pain to the individuals holding those girls hostage. Kenneling them like fucking animals.
“Viking?” Logan’s soft voice is a fucking balm to my racing heart while also being a trigger for my dick. Feeling her presence in front of me, I reach for her hips and drag her onto my lap.
“What are you doing out here so late, hellcat?” She cuddles into me like I’m the world’s largest teddy bear, and to her, maybe I am. “Fucking naked too.” Growling as my hands map her body, her fingers working between us to undo my pants and reveal my throbbing dick.
“I heard you, and then you didn’t come in.” Her lips, her hot breath, on my throat make me groan as she kisses and licks up to my jaw until our lips touch. “Let me take care of you, please.”
Who the hell am I to say no?
Slitting my eyes open, she waits until I give a clipped nod before sliding down my body and kneeling between my open thighs. Pulling my dick free, she does not hesitate to suck me between her lips. There’s no slow buildup either. This woman of mine is on a mission to suck me dry as fast as she can.
Bobbing her head up and down, taking as much of me into her mouth as she can, her hand manipulates what her mouth can’t take until I’m ready to explode. Her teeth sink into the spongy head of my cock, making me jump and grab a chunk of her hair while her eyes showcase her amusement.
“Get up here and ride me, hellcat.”
Watching as her eyes dilate with pleasure, she moves slowly, rubbing her soaked cunt across my dick before gradually sliding down the length. A moan spills from both of us as she swivels her hips back and forth.
I cup her tits in my hands, holding them up for my mouth. Sucking and biting until it becomes painful to her and she tries to pull away. “I don’t fucking think so, hellcat. These tits are mine, and I’ll treat them how I want.”
“Viking, it hurts,” she whines, and a chuckle behind me alerts me to Priest’s appearance.
“She likes when it hurts. Don’t let her fool you.” He strips out of his clothes before standing behind our woman. “Just like she’s going to hurt while we fuck this tight-ass cunt together.”
“Fuck.” My body liquifies at his words. I’ve been dying to do that since my eyes landed on her juicy ass. “You’re going to be so fucking tight.” Groaning into her tit, I bite until I taste blood and feel her pussy spasm around my cock.
“Anything,” she hiccups, “you want. I’m yours.”
“Fuck yeah, you are,” Priest hisses against her throat as his dick slides against mine. Never thought I’d enjoy the feeling of another man’s cock, but the heat and steely strength elicit a groan as my head drops back.
Lifting her body, Priest drives his dick in her tightness, making Logan scream and pant. “God, it hurts.” There’s a blissful look to her face, though, and it feels fucking amazing.
Priest drapes his body over her back, pressing his forehead to mine as we all try to catch our breath.
Our girl grows brave and flicks her tongue out to lick our lips, silently begging for a kiss.
Priest takes her first, then pulls back slightly so I can nip her bottom lip.
Fucking love the sound of her hissing in pain.
We both lick at her to soothe the ache, and our tongues touch; still shocking, but less so than a few weeks ago.
My eyes meet Priest’s, and I can see the curiosity there, too. “One day,” I say as he begins to move inside Logan, “you’re fucking her, and I’m going to fuck you.” Logan’s body ignites at the possibility, and while Priest freezes for a second, he gives a sharp nod.
“Please…yes…please, I want that.” Her quavered words ripple down her body as she soaks our dicks, making it easier for us to fuck her together. Her cry of pleasure, the way she absolutely drenches us with her orgasm, lures both of us over the edge with her.
Logan collapses on my chest, her face buried in my neck as she gasps for air while Priest groans and drops down, our lips meeting, and I fuck my tongue into his mouth the same way we fuck our girl together. Rough, wet, and erotic.
“Fuck, man, you ready for that?” he asks me, glancing down to find Logan staring up at us, eager for my answer. “You are an instigator,” he accuses her.
Lifting a finger, she traces Priest’s lips first, then mine, before sucking the digit into her mouth. Her pussy spasms around our softening dicks, still nestled inside her sweet cunt.
“I want it now,” she whispers and sighs, closing her eyes. “I want to watch you both together. I want to see us together.”
Christ, she’s getting braver the longer she’s with us.