Chapter 5
BEAR
The guys told me that we had a new mechanic and part-time bartender, but they never said it was a girl. We have women in our club, but they are the whores of the house. If you want to sleep with them, they’ll let you. They stay in a different part of the house.
Brooke is different, though. She covers her whole body with clothing and stays to herself, but that doesn’t stop me from admiring what I can see. She has brown, wavy hair that she puts up into either a messy bun or a ponytail. Her brown eyes light up a little when she works on cars.
Some of the guys try to talk to her, but she doesn’t reply.
She won’t even write on a piece of paper for them.
She is the first girl to really ignore us.
Every single girl who steps foot in the club is always trying to get with one of the brothers.
Maybe that’s a reason I want to get to know her more; she doesn’t want anything to do with us.
I’ve tried to talk to her, but she is staying clear of me. Her trying to stay away from me only makes me want to keep trying to get to know her. Her body language and the way she covers up, as if she’s hiding, intrigues me. I want to know why she flinches whenever someone tries to touch her.
Earlier today, I went to Pres, telling him that Brooke needed some rest. I watched her working earlier, and she almost passed out from standing up for so long.
That’s when Brooke walked in a couple of minutes later, asking if she could leave early.
Pres immediately looked at me, and I gave a slight nod.
I know I am not the president, but I oddly care for Brooke and want what’s best for her.
After she stormed out of the room, I followed her on my bike. When I saw that she got safely into the motel, I made my way back to the club.
“Bear!” someone shouts, bringing me out of my thoughts.
I turn my head as Gears makes his way toward me.
“What do you want?” I ask, sipping my whiskey.
Gears sits next to me.
“How’s your mom?” He leans back in his chair.
I let out a breath of air. “She is all right. They put her in a cast after the accident, but after four weeks, they took it off. She is starting to use her arm again after the break. My aunt came after I left to help out if she needed anything,” I reply.
“That’s good. How are you doing?”
“I am glad to be back. It was rough not being around you guys for a month.”
“We are glad you are back!” Gears slaps my back.
I give him a glare. He knows I don’t like it when he claps my back that hard.
“Bear! Gears!” someone yells.
I turn my head to find Pres standing to my side.
“What?” I snap.
“Church is starting,” he says.
I sigh as Gears and I stand. I know Pres called Church, and I am required to be there, but all I want to do is think about Brooke.
From the little I saw, she is beautiful.
When her scarf was off, I saw some scars, but I still found her beautiful.
I mean, who in this world doesn’t have scars for some reason or another?
I stop myself from going down that rabbit hole and head toward the room we have church in. As I make my way toward the front, every guy moves when I get close to them. They know not to get in my way. I sit in the front row and wait for Pres to start.
“All right! Pay attention! I’ll try and make this quick!” Pres yells, and the whole room goes silent.
When Pres is talking, everyone shuts up.
“Now, you all know that we have a new face around here. I waited for this meeting until everyone was back at the compound. Brooke is off limits. You hear me! No touching her,” Pres says, looking at everyone.
A couple of the guys let out groans, and my blood boils. No one better dare to touch her. Now I’ll have to keep an eye on her in case one of my brothers decides to go against Pres’s orders.
“She has already been through a lot. She has a reason for wearing all the clothin’, and don’t ask her about it. It’s a sensitive topic,” Pres says.
He has everyone’s attention now. I saw the scars today when she was asleep against the car. It makes my blood heat more than before to think about the possibility of someone having put those scars on her body. What kind of person could do that to someone like her?
“I want you to show her respect. Actual respect. She isn’t a club whore, and if I find any one of you disrespecting her, you’ll wish you hadn’t,” he warns sternly.
They’ll have to deal with me if they mess with her. I’m not afraid of reinforcing the message to everyone that she is off limits.
“Any questions?” Pres asks.
Everyone grunts out a no, and Pres nods.
“Church dismissed,” he instructs.
Pres walks up to me as everyone leaves the room.
“Do you know who did that to her?” I ask.
“The scars?” he replies.
“Yes, what else besides them?”
“I don’t know. She didn’t say, and I didn’t ask. You, Stitch, and I are the only ones who know about them. I told Stitch not to tell anyone, and I’m telling you not to mention it.”
“Why would I tell anyone about them? I’m not a snitch!” I snarl at him.
Who does he think I am? I know I’m the Sergeant-at-Arms and have a reputation, but she is innocent.
“Calm down, Bear. I know you won’t tell anyone, but I had to say it,” Pres explains.
I let out a sigh. “Didn’t mean to get all upset over that.”
“Yeah, you did. I could tell with every groan from those pigs that you got angrier. And when I mentioned why she wears all that clothin’ too. You’re pissed.”
I grunt at that. Pissed is too simple for what I am feeling right now. I am livid.
“Go blow some steam off. I don’t want you killing one of our brothers for making a comment,” Pres says.
I stand and walk toward the gym. Pres made sure that in the gym I had my own little corner so I could just let go. No one can see me. It is pretty secluded. It’s soundproofed, so no one can hear how hard I’m hitting things or if I throw anything.
One time, I went to the gym pissed off and just let it all out; everyone stopped and watched me.
Some of the guys even left the gym. That’s when Pres gave me my own corner so no one could see me.
Apparently, several of the brothers were scared and didn’t want to see it again.
I had come back from a run and had killed several people.
I went to the gym blood-stained because I was so mad.
They thought they could ambush me, but it didn’t work.
Everyone knew where I had come from and didn’t want to be close to me in case I snapped and went after one of them.
I have never hurt any of my brothers, but they don’t want to take the chance.
I don’t mind, it means I always have a spot open at the gym. I hate waiting for things. I am a very impatient man.
I walk out the back of the clubhouse and toward the gym building. Pres also wanted a different building for the gym so he could make it as big as he wanted to. He placed it in the backyard.
I walk through the gym doors and see people looking at me.
Making my way toward my portion of the gym, I watch as everyone stops what they are doing to gawk.
I lock the door and quickly tape my hands before heading for the punching bag.
I let go, hitting the punching bag as hard as I can, releasing all my frustration and anger.
Blow after blow, I throw at the punching bag as I feel myself slowly calm down. I just imagine all the guys I want to punch in the face for making those noises during the meeting. Making those noises because of not being able to touch Brooke.
My thoughts slowly shift toward Brooke. I got to touch Brooke. Wrap my arms around her waist. I can’t help the groan that escapes me when I think of that. It felt good to have her in my arms and feel her against my body.
Blood rushes to my dick, and I stop my movements.
It’s so hard to have clean thoughts when a body like Brooke’s is around the club.
Despite all the clothes she covers herself with, I could still feel her silhouette.
She has curves in the right spots. And the fact that I got to feel her body makes me even harder.
She doesn’t wear baggy clothing, so her curves are visible.
She normally wears skinny jeans that hug her legs just right, and a long-sleeved shirt that is slightly loose, but you can still see her figure.
What catches my attention the most is her skinny jeans because they make her look amazing, they hug her in all the right places, and just the thought of her is enough to make me groan.
My cock grows harder, imagining her wrapping those long, defined legs around my waist. Her weapons can make any man get hard and want to pound into her.
I envision myself alone with her in a room. I would make her take her clothes off slowly. The way her body moves when she takes her shirt off, letting me see her perky breasts.
“Just the pants. I want to take off your underwear and bra myself,” I interrupt her, and she obliges.
I walk toward her, placing my hands on the clasp of her bra.
My fingers move expertly, undoing the clasp and releasing her full breasts from their fabric prison.
Her perky tits bounce in front of my face as her nipples start to peak from being exposed.
I trail my fingers over her nipples and watch them become fully erect.
I latch my mouth onto one nipple, running my tongue over it while using my other hand to knead her other breast. I pinch her other nipple, lightly biting the one in my mouth. She lets out a gasp, which blends into a breathy moan.
I quickly drop my pants and let my dick spring free. I hold onto the punching bag as my other hand goes down to my throbbing cock, and I slowly start stroking myself.
After I am done playing with her breasts, I trail my fingers down her stomach toward her pussy, leaving a path of goosebumps on her flesh. I cup her mound as my fingers slowly tease her bundle of nerves before inserting my fingers into her hot, narrow channel.
I slowly pump my fingers in and out of her. Her walls tighten around my fingers as I add a third, stretching her before aligning my dick at her entrance. I slowly push into her tight, wet pussy, filling her up the more I push in.
I groan and move my hand faster against my dick. The pressure builds as I get closer to my release. The more I pump, the hotter I get as my cock becomes impossibly hard, aching to come and relieve the high intensity.
My movements become chaotic as I chase my release. My hips buck uncontrollably before I shoot my load out. I slowly glide my hand up and down my cock, riding out my release.
I lay my head against the punching bag, catching my breath. As I slowly regain my composure, I realize I am still in the gym.
I look toward the door that is thankfully locked. Who knows what would have happened if I hadn’t locked it?
After pulling up my pants, I head to the sink and grab some paper towels.
At the punching bag, I start to clean up my cum before throwing away the trash.
I speedwalk toward the door and out of the gym.
I need to take a shower to get all of this sweat off me.
I can’t believe I just jacked off in the gym, of all places.
Some of the brothers try to talk to me as I make my way toward my room, but I ignore them. I don’t want them to know what I just did in the gym.
I open my door and walk in, slamming it behind me. At my dresser, I pull out fresh underwear and walk into the bathroom. I turn the shower on and hop in. The hot water soothes my sore muscles. As I wash my body, my thoughts go back to Brooke. This time, not in a sexual way.
I wonder what made Brooke come to this small town. Could she be running from something? Why am I so attracted to her? She is a mystery, and I think that has something to do with it. I want to know why she came here, why she has those scars, why she doesn’t talk, and so much more.