Swerve Chapter
Swerve:
My head was still spinning two days after we met with Anderson and had a slight confrontation with the Director of the FBI.
Talk about a story to tell. No one outside of the clubs would ever believe me.
After Whitehall left, we spent the entire day, into the evening, discussing, debating, and refining the plans.
Sometimes it got heated, and it wasn’t all against Anderson. Other times, it was downright frosty.
At some point, the prospects placed orders and brought in food. Electra had to stay with us, but she begged them not to exhaust themselves. I knew they would make sure no one went hungry.
I was proven right, and still, the preparations continued. Finally, I knew I had to move. I’d been sitting too much, and my mind automatically went to my last hospitalization due to the pressure ulcers. I hated to ask, but I would have Electra check and let me know if I was developing any.
When I mentioned that I thought we needed to take the night to rest, Diablo and Anderson apologized for pushing us for so long. Even though there was more to do, the thought of rest was too much. The club broke up and scattered. Anderson was given a room in Diablo’s home.
By some miracle, when Electra checked, she said no, there weren’t any open areas, though two red spots were there.
I explained that was how it started. She asked about the scars on my ass.
The lower back and legs were easily explained.
But my ass seemed way personal, but she was mine, so I explained about the recurring ulcers that were a part of my life.
I was shocked when, as I lay on my stomach so she could check me out, Electra lowered her head and pressed her lips to one of my scars.
“I hate that you suffered and that you had to endure so much pain. Even now, I know you have bad days. Let me make them better,” Electra whispered hoarsely.
She placed another kiss, that one on the opposite cheek.
I waited to see if she would stop, but she didn’t.
Along with kisses, she licked and caressed them.
It wasn’t only my ass she paid attention to.
She included the lower back and the back of my legs.
Electra took her time, and while she did, I grew rather aroused.
When she asked me to turn over so she could take care of the front, my cock was so far gone.
She moaned when she saw the state I was in and proceeded to tell me she had to take care of my terrible growth first. She giggled.
I damn near came off the bed. The blowjob Electra gave me almost made my brain melt.
It was incredible and intense, and so much more.
And the minx stretched out my release until I was begging to the point of possibly threatening.
She smiled and kept it up until I erupted.
It felt like my insides were coming out.
She left me limp and gasping for air. The satisfied smirk on her face said it all.
Or it did until I recovered, and it was my turn to see to her needs.
When we were finished, we both dropped off into an exhausted state and slept until morning.
However, by the time we finished last night, we had most of our plans in place.
Monday was a repeat of the prior day. Everyone was doing their part, but I was still concerned that one of those animals might get past us and reach her.
I knew Electra was more than capable of defending herself, but I hated the idea of her doing it.
She might get hurt or, worse, killed. My mind kept shying away from that thought.
Now, we had to wait. That, in my opinion, added to the stress exponentially.
We had to remain alert, but for an undefined period.
At least it wasn’t all bad news. Anderson had told Director Whitehall that others from various clubs we were friends with would be joining us.
They came rolling in late Sunday. It was great to see them, no matter what brought them to us.
I proudly showed off Electra. She had been flirted with to no end, but I expected it.
She charmed them all. None of them would make a move on her, but I would feel better once she got her property cut.
Outsiders wouldn’t be as easily deterred as our friends.
I had ordered it through Thunder. It typically takes a week or two to get back to us, but he put it in as a rush order.
I received congratulations from everyone, and she received lamentations for her misfortune.
When they said those things, she’d throw back her head and cackle.
More than a few were told her innocent face shouldn’t fool them.
Electra told them she was a devil and that they should be thrilled I was the one to take her on.
Anderson had men from the Ruthless Marauders, Dark Patriots, and the Pagans out in Oconee, Georgia. He didn’t believe we’d need more, but if we did, he had others on standby. I thought the reason why he felt we had enough men was that almost the entire Ruthless Marauders club had come.
All of us were hanging out in the clubhouse, enjoying the evening.
Many of us had to go to work earlier. There was work to be done, even if we wanted to say the hell with it.
It helped me feel better about it, with extra eyes to watch the compound and serve as guards for Electra and our homes.
I knew Electra was dying to do something.
Her wound was healing without issue, her IV antibiotics were almost done, and she wanted to be active.
She loved being included in many aspects of the planning, though not all of it.
There were aspects that only we bikers were privy to.
Although Anderson might be well-liked and trusted, he was still a government employee.
From his comments, it was clear he was aware of why we excluded him and had no hard feelings.
It had become a waiting game. I’d never been good at those.
And after waiting thirteen years of my life to become a Horseman and get the life I thought had been permanently stolen from me, I had very little patience for anything that delayed the other significant aspect of my happiness—fully claiming Electra and getting on with our lives.
Yes, she was my old lady, and the property cut would signify that entirely in our world.
However, it seemed I was like Diablo, Scorpion, and all our friends who had claimed old ladies or men.
We covered all bases, including ensuring she was mine in the eyes of the law.
I wanted to marry her. I refused to ask her while we were embroiled in this, but as soon as it was finished, I would.
Since we no longer had Annette, we were taking turns covering Wrath’s Recovery.
Today, I had to go to the office. Electra went with me.
She insisted on going, and I didn’t have a good enough argument since we had an escort who went with us and stayed in the shadows to watch over us.
We couldn’t close the doors to Recovery.
It was too important. An ad had already gone up advertising for Annette’s replacement.
Electra had been anxious to know what the club did with Annette after we left the other night.
I’d gotten the download from Scorpion, so I filled her in.
The papers she produced were forgeries, though clever ones.
Micro scrubbed through the financial records for Recovery and found no missing funds.
I was relieved that Annette hadn’t been stealing from the club, or that I’d missed it.
According to Scorpion, she’d cried and ranted about how Electra ruined her life and stole me away from her.
In the end, they’d stripped her of her job and issued the ultimatum never to darken our doorstep again or to come around anyone in or associated with the club.
They gave her a severance package to help her get by until she found a new job.
They promised that if she went and didn’t cause trouble, they would be willing to give a reference if anyone called.
She’d done good work, so none of us felt dishonest in saying that much.
However, they didn’t tell Annette they would warn prospective employers to watch for her tendency to become attached to her coworkers.
She got off easy overall. Electra felt that losing me and her job was punishment enough.
I reminded her that Annette never had anything of me to lose.
Electra had teased me about being such a lady’s man, earning herself a lesson on whose man I was. We both thoroughly enjoyed it.
Aside from being more diligent about watching our surroundings, the workday had passed without mishap, leading us to be in the clubhouse this evening. It was an unspoken agreement that whoever wasn’t involved in something would gather together there.
King and Mad Dog, two of the Marauders, were seated at the table where Scorpion, Electra, and I were sitting. They were teasing my old lady about their disappointment. Scorpion and I sat back and listened.
“You know you’ve done a disservice,” King informed her.
“What disservice?” Electra asked.
“You settled for Swerve without knowing we existed. I mean, don’t get me wrong, he’s a good guy for sure, but we’re a notch or two above.
If you were ours, there would be breakfast in bed every morning.
Foot and back rubs every night. All housework would be done, and that includes laundry and cooking,” Mad Dog told them.
“Wow, you’d do all that if you had an old lady?” Electra asked. There was a twinkle in her eyes.
“Whoa, wait a minute. We didn’t say anything about us doing those things. It would be you doing those for us. We’d sit back and be kings who gave you sex on demand,” King added. His wicked grin told the story that he knew the reaction he’d get.