Chapter 5
Chapter Five
A Blowjob and Bacon
A bothersome bullet wound, a blowjob from some nameless and faceless deecee , and the smell of bacon in the air woke Linc up from a decent night of sleep. It worked out perfectly. He had plans this morning.
Waking up to that warm feeling of a mouth wrapped around your cock… Linc swallowed hard and felt that rush in his lower stomach, ready to fill the woman’s mouth with good morning cum.
He reached down and touched her back of her head. She groaned. Just that small touch, that indication of something like attention, and this deecee took her mouth skills to another level. Damn near swallowing all of Linc’s size. Not something many could even attempt to do.
Linc put his left hand behind his head and stared across the wood paneled bedroom. This was his room. VP gets his own place in the clubhouse. The room was messy, clothes all around. Some clean. Some dirty. A collection of thongs and bras decorated the floor too.
Linc caught himself swallowing hard again. In his head he heard a voice…
Linc.
I need you, Linc.
I need your help, Linc.
Please… Linc…
His jaw tightened and he slowly shook his head.
“Fuck it,” he said out loud.
He shut his eyes and dug his fingers into the back of the head of the deecee and he let the images in his mind come to life.
Nova.
That wild young love thing they had.
Picking on her just to be a prick. And she walked up to him one day and punched him in the face. She made his nose bleed!
That was the moment he fell in love.
Now, the question of the century… had he ever fallen out of love?
It doesn’t matter.
Sins of Fire Real Anarchy West was like a fire in the fall.
Bright, dangerous, kind of fun.
Best kept at a distance.
Too close and you will get burned. You will get hurt.
Nothing can stop it…
Linc grunted and felt his cock thicken.
“There we go,” he whispered.
Back in his thoughts he pictured Nova and him sitting on top of the roof of the clubhouse…
There’s a sunset in the background. She’s on her knees before Linc. Her mouth sliding up and down his cock. That perfect mouth of hers. That mouth could speak such sweet words. That mouth could get angry and say mean things.
And that same mouth knows how to slide up and down my cock…
Linc hissed and his body jerked up.
The deecee whimpered with her mouth full of cock and then stayed right there as Linc began to come. Taking his load, spurt after spurt, groaning each time his cock pulsed. When he was done, he pulled at her hair, taking her mouth off his cock.
She looked at him. She had dark brown eyes. Not the sweet blue eyes of Nova.
“Get the fuck out of my room,” Linc growled at the deecee .
The deecee knew her place. Honored just be able to sneak into Linc’s room and suck him off without resistance or anger. She stood off the bed and adjust her tight tank top. Her little nipples were knotted tight, pushing through the shirt. Her left nipple obviously pierced. Cute, delicious, something to fuck for fun.
She left the room and Linc took a shower to wash himself of everything. He had been set up to be killed last night and yet the only thing on his mind was Nova.
She needed his help. She needed him. Her brother Nick, missing. Linc remembered Nick. He obviously remembered Nova too.
Once out of the shower, Linc addressed his gunshot wound. It looked gross. Chewed up red skin of the wound itself. A purple ring around the spot. It hurt like fucking hell. Not the first time Linc had been shot. And he figured it was far from the last time too.
Fresh clothes and then his old dirty leather cut, Linc ran a hand through his hair and walked out of his room.
Custer drank a beer at the bar. His normal breakfast.
“Shot an’ an egg,” Custer growled in a sleepy voice.
The deecee that now had a belly full of Link’s cum poured a shot of whiskey for Custer. She then got an egg and cracked it, spilling the raw insides into the whiskey.
Custer grabbed the glass and nodded at Linc. “VP, joining me?”
“Hard pass, old man.”
“Good for the soul. Keeps me young.”
Custer looked to be about two hundred years old. He threw the shot glass back and downed the whiskey and raw egg.
Muffin walked out of the kitchen, carrying a container of food. Guy pushed seven feet tall, was the best damn cook Linc ever met, and everyone called him Muffin. He didn’t seem to mind. Sometimes it was fun to have someone hear the name before seeing the man. Just to see that shock on their face.
“I’m on my way out,” Linc said. “Breakfast smells great.”
“Heard you got shot,” Muffin said. “You good?”
“Still breathing.”
“That I can see.”
“That’s all that matters,” Linc said. “If you see Cyrus, tell him I’m on personal business right now.”
“Will do, VP. You need protection? You shouldn’t ride alone.”
“I’ll follow the kid around,” Custer called out.
“Park your ass,” Linc ordered. “I’m solo today. This is personal.”
Linc got the hell out of the clubhouse before any more questions were thrown his way.
There was something about a ride in the morning. The outlaw life never stopped. It never slept. It never rested. Yet there were pockets of time—like this one—where it just felt good to ride. The simplicity of the freedom this kind of lawless life offered.
Linc cruised the streets of Cielo. People all around him getting ready to go put in their eight hours or more at a job they hated. A job that didn’t pay enough. Thinking about their bills, their debts, or promising themselves that next year they’ll take a big vacation with their family. For Linc, he’d rather take ten more bullets than live like that.
A few minutes later he pulled into the back lot of Piggy’s, climbed off his motorcycle and balanced his bucket helmet on the seat. The back door swung open and out walked Jackie, carrying a bag of trash. A little stump of a cigarette stuck between his lips. His bug like eyes forever tired and swollen, decades of owning a restaurant.
“Lincoln!” Jackie cried out. “What are you doing up this early?”
“Came for the best breakfast in town,” Linc said.
Jackie tossed the trash bag into a rusted dumpster and wiped his hands on his stained apron. He spit the stubbed the cigarette out of his mouth and started to laugh.
“Your buddy over there should buy this place,” Jackie said. “The cook? He’d make a killing here.”
Linc and Jackie shook hands.
“You won’t sell this place,” Linc said. “We all know it.”
Jackie grumbled under his breath. “Come on in. What do you want?”
“Meeting someone here.”
Jackie opened the back door and held his arm across. “Shit hitting the fan?”
“Nah,” Linc said. “Nothing like that. I’m meeting a woman here.”
“That pretty one sitting in the front corner in a booth all alone?” Jackie asked. “Gorgeous woman. Looking sad and tired too. She’s sipping a coffee right now.”
Jackie moved his arm and Linc walked through the kitchen fast, but trying not to look too obvious about it. He nodded to Miguel and Hora as they cooked and took care of the dishes.
Linc stood at the kitchen door and stared out of the circular window. He spotted Nova right away. Years had gone by. Years. Linc’s jaw tightened.
She was as beautiful as ever. Her face more womanly now. Those young girl features retiring. Her face a little tighter. Her cheekbones a little higher. She didn’t look eighteen anymore, which was okay. That was the point of time. Linc knew he didn’t look like an eighteen year old punk on a motorcycle thinking he would rule the world.
Her hair was longer now, pulled back and twisted up and clipped. Never one to dress up fancy or throw on ten pounds of makeup, because Nova never needed that. Her naturally beauty seemed unfair. And her love for oversized hoodies and sweaters only made it that much more sexier when she stripped herself down, revealing a curvy body that could make even the most insane outlaw an honest man.
“Need a shot of whiskey before talking to her, my brother?” Miguel offered Linc.
Linc nodded. “You have no fucking idea, Miguel. If I walk through this door, her life is about to get fucked up for good.”
“Women have a way of making that kind of thing happen.”
“Nah, not her. It’s me. It’s my life. I’m going to ruin her.”
“At least there’s bacon and pancakes, huh?” Miguel asked.
That made Linc laugh for a second. He then pushed the kitchen door open and walked from the back of Piggy’s to the front.
A handful of regulars at the counter looked at Linc. They knew Linc. They knew the leather cut. They knew about the MC. Linc took a few steps and that’s when Nova looked right at him.
Their eyes locked and time stood still. For a second, Nova smiled. Then she frowned. Nova wasn’t stupid. Calling Linc for help…
Linc approached the booth. “Morning, darling.”
He offered his hand and Nova took it. A million memories hit both of them at the same time. Most of the memories the exact same. Young love. New lust. Wild times. Outlaw heartache.
It’s all going to happen again, isn’t it?