Chapter One. #2
“Mom, my earrings!” Mimi cried. A short laugh escaped. I was leaving home, and all Mimi cared about were those blasted earrings. Well, they were compensation for some of the shit she’d stolen from me over the years.
“Screw them, Mimi, how are we going to pay for yours and Myles’ colleges and maintain a good standard of living!” Mom snapped. I sighed, not a single regret.
“That scum won’t keep you!” Dad roared. “Magic’s a jailbird and will never be a contributing member of society! Christ, Jody, he runs a dive bar!”
“At twenty-eight, Magic is more a man than you are! And Magic doesn’t run it, he owns it,” I retorted and slammed the front door.
Outside the white picket fence, four bikes sat idling.
The frontman looked at me with approval.
His name badge said Onyx, and underneath was a second stating President, and I knew the club was the Riders of Vengeance.
“Okay, woman?”
“Yes. Let me get my car. Thanks for coming,” I replied.
“No problem, Jody. Let’s roll out,” Onyx ordered.
I nodded and got into my vehicle. It wasn’t much, but it was mine.
With a smile, I pulled off the drive and headed towards the new apartment.
While not in the greatest location, it was perfect, and I’d be protected because one of the bikers owned the building.
How Magic had made friends with the Riders of Vengeance, I didn’t know, but he had.
Our part of South Dakota had several motorcycle clubs.
Riders of Vengeance was rather notorious.
Magic had assured me they’d ensure the move proceeded without a hitch, and it had.
Once I arrived at the address, Onyx and his men helped unload the car before refusing my offer of pizza as thanks.
I told them that if they were ever in Magic’s bar, I’d buy them a drink.
Onyx nodded and left.
Magic – July 2007
“You’re being released early,” Warden Cooper said.
“Why?” I demanded. Hell, I didn’t want to stay behind bars, only a fucking idiot would, but this was a surprise. My lawyer hadn’t visited me to tell me anything.
“Good behaviour,” Cooper stated, and I snorted.
Cooper looked amused, too. “Don’t bother calling bullshit. The truth is, we’re overcrowded, and you’ve done several favours. Saving Jones’ neck went a long way to early release.”
“Weren’t alone in doing that.”
“Storm is getting out, too. Magic, I don’t want to see either of you back. Gotta admit, you’ve kept your wing quiet, kinda makes me want to keep you,” Cooper said humorously. As wardens went, Cooper was one of the better ones.
“Parole?”
“A year.”
“Thanks.”
“You got anyone out there?” Cooper asked.
A smile crossed my lips. “A handful of trouble and sass.”
“Sounds like a good one. Don’t fuck up and come back, you’ll lose her,” Cooper warned. I had no intention of doing either.
“Thanks, Warden. If you’re ever in my part of South Dakota, drop by for a drink,” I said and got up. Cooper nodded.
“Have a great life, Magic,” he stated, and the guards escorted me out.
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The parole board had to be kidding. Fuckin’ idiots. A condition of my release was not to attend a bar for twelve months. I owned one, the damn fools. Well, they’d not stop me checking in, but I clearly couldn’t run it. Which meant I needed a job, and I only knew bar work.
Trying to figure things out, I walked through the gates of the prison, and a shriek captured my attention.
Jody raced towards me and leapt into my arms. Her kiss was like ambrosia. My hands grabbed her ass to support her weight. Damn, I’d missed the feel of her.
“Jesus, babe,” I muttered as Jody kissed me wildly, legs wrapped around my waist. My hands were once again full of plump ass, and I loved that.
Jody grinned saucily. “Let’s go home, honey.”
My body agreed one hundred per cent. My cock was rock hard and begged to sink into the softness of Jody’s body.
Ain’t nobody who’d call Jody slender and waif-like.
Jody had curves, flaunted them, and I fuckin’ loved it.
Lush thighs, plump ass, tiny waist, and a huge rack.
Jody was my Marilyn Monroe, and I’d never share her.
My girl was all woman. Men envied me, and I revelled in it.
“Ain’t arguing,” I muttered.
Bike pipes roared, and I looked up and saw a crowd of bikers heading towards us.
I recognised the patch even as Storm came through the gates with a grin.
Whoops and hollers lit the sky as a car pulling a trailer stopped behind them.
Storm headed over and clasped elbows with Onyx.
I couldn’t say I knew the club well, but I was familiar with the Riders of Vengeance, more so after bunking with Storm for twelve months.
There’d been several other attempts on his life, which I’d helped stop. Storm owed me more than a few markers.
“Magic!” Storm shouted and waved me over. Jody’s head turned even as I continued holding her.
“You’re going to explain how you know the Riders,” she stated, and I nodded. I placed Jody carefully on her feet. I was a big guy, and Jody was tiny compared to me.
I walked over. Jody plastered herself to my side, and Onyx offered a brief smile.
Onyx looked me over head to toe, and I sensed the danger emanating from him. Did Onyx pick up on my vibes?
“Owe you for Storm’s life,” Onyx said and held out a hand. I didn’t hesitate and shook it.
“Yeah, you do. I’ll collect one day.”
“Come to Silver City, a week on Saturday, for a cookout. Bring Jody,” Onyx commanded, turning away.
I snorted with amusement. Nobody ordered me about.
“If I’m out of bed, I will. Got two years to make up for,” I retorted.
Onyx paused and then kept walking. “See you then, Magic.”
I laughed and, holding Jody tightly, headed to her shit heap of a car.
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“They’re fuckin’ idiots,” Jody stated as we sat in bed eating fried chicken.
The moment we got home, Jody stripped naked and jumped my bones.
For over twelve hours, we’d christened every room in the apartment and several surfaces.
Jody was grinning as the sheets pooled around her waist, and her gorgeous tits were on show. Perfect, my own miracle.
“Yeah. Which gives me an issue because I also need a job,” I replied.
“I guess you can’t manage the bar from afar?”
“Nah. I’ll find something,” I assured her.
“And fight club’s over with?” Jody murmured.
“That isn’t legal.”
Jody grinned. “I know. But the idea of you in that ring just makes me want to fuck you hard.” She moved the chicken aside, and I allowed her to shove me backwards. Jody grabbed my hand and slowly sucked the grease from my fingers as she lazily watched my cock grow hard again.
“There’s my big boy,” Jody cooed before ducking her head and taking me into her mouth.
Of their own accord, my hands snaked into her mass of hair as Jody worshipped my cock.
Her tongue rolled around my shaft as she deep-throated me.
Christ, this was my version of heaven, and I’d never lose it again.
Jody
I headed out to college with a grin on my face on Monday.
I’d spent four days screwing Magic and could barely walk.
My pussy needed a vacation and was possibly on strike.
We’d only left the bed for basic needs, showers, and food.
I’d missed Magic so much it had physically hurt.
I was amused when Magic told me how he’d met Storm and how many fights he’d gotten into.
But Magic supporting Storm wasn’t a surprise.
Magic, underneath the rough and tumble, was a good guy.
“Yo!” a woman called, and I glanced over. Aster hurried over with a huge grin. We were childhood friends, lived in the same building, and were also on the same course.
“Hey!”
“You’re walking a bit funny, bitch,” Aster exclaimed, and I grinned.
“We didn’t leave the bed at all,” I replied, and Aster scowled.
“Jody, I hate you!” she complained. “I need a biker.”
“Honey, Magic’s a jackhammer. Knows how to hit the right spots and won’t come until I do. That guy owns me,” I crowed, and Aster gave me a friendly shove.
“Meanwhile, the rest of us make do with limp dicked wannabes.” Aster grinned.
“Can’t help it. My man is a god.”
“Shut up. I really hate you.”
I laughed at Aster as we headed into the building. Life was pretty much perfect right now.