I Want More (Bikers Rule Book 2), page 1
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I WANT MORE
Bikers Rule, 2
Sam Crescent
Copyright © 2017
Chapter One
Spike sipped at his beer and watched as the two clubs mingled. He couldn’t believe that Jesse had been the one to bring two unlikely clubs together. Not that Charley and John had much of a choice. Jesse had fallen in love with Piper, John’s daughter. Instead of going to war when the truth came out about what Jesse had done, Charley and John had come to an agreement, and of course Jesse made sure that Piper fell back in love with him, not that she had ever fallen out of love.
Stop being a fucking pussy thinking about them.
They had been together years, and against all odds they were all celebrating another kid being born. Spike had known Jesse when he screwed everything with a pussy, and now he was the typical family man. Jesse was still part of the club, and he was the one who’d tried to make sure that the two clubs reached a compromise.
Spike wasn’t going to be a pussy and dwell on any of this shit. Finishing off his beer, he made his way inside the clubhouse to see Ben, a fellow Demon Spawn MC patch member. Ben had his hands down a club whore’s pants. It had been too long since Spike had last been with a woman. He just wasn’t feeling it. He was tired of being with women who had been with all of his club brothers. Everything was getting boring really fast.
“You okay, brother?” Ben asked.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” Spike walked past the couple, and headed straight for the kitchen. Pulling a mug out of the top cupboard, he poured himself a large cup, sipping at the hot liquid. This is what his life had come to. He was drinking coffee at a party. In a few hours the party would be in full swing, and he wasn’t feeling it at all.
“You okay, man?” Jesse asked, walking into the kitchen.
“Yeah. I’m fine. Congrats on the new kid and all.”
“There no chance of you settling down?” Jesse slapped his back. “There’s nothing quite like it, brother.”
“That’s not going to happen. You know me. I’m a guy who likes variety in my pussy.” Spike shrugged. “Settling down is only good for one kind of man.”
“The pussy kind?”
Spike shook his head. “Nah, the strong sort. You’re a strong man, and you’re honest. Never thought I’d think about those two words and you in the same sentence.”
“I couldn’t be a big dick all my life.”
Spike nodded, and then glanced around the kitchen. The black coffee tasted bitter. “I really do wish you all the best, JJ. I’m going to head out.”
“Are you sure you’re okay? You don’t look or sound it. Also, I know I saw Ben with his fingers inside a pussy. That not your scene right now?” Jesse asked.
“I’m just not feeling it. Some fresh air, a ride, and I’ll be good as new.” He hugged Jesse. “Take care, man.”
Leaving the clubhouse, Spike said his goodbyes to the two club presidents as well as some of his brothers. Climbing on to his bike, he didn’t bother with a helmet, and simply rode out onto the open road. He didn’t really give a shit where he was going so long as it took him away from whatever was going on inside his head.
Life was about riding, the club, the pussy, and just living. Something was wrong with him. He didn’t get it. The Demon Spawn MC and the Hell’s Charter were together for life. Bikers rule and all that shit, but something was missing. There was no enjoyment. Everything was fucking stilted.
He watched his friends party it up, like Ben fingering that pussy tonight. There was a time he’d have taken that girl, and had her bent down with her mouth around his cock and Ben deep inside her gash.
One look and Spike didn’t even get a stirring.
Maybe he needed to see a doctor. One of those male doctors that could tell him what the fuck was wrong with him.
If you can’t fuck, you can’t live.
The sun went down, and Spike kept on riding. It was never a bother to the President of the Demon Spawn if one of his crew didn’t arrive home straight away. They were not the kind of crew that was confined to the town, or to the clubhouse. There could be weeks before he seemed some of his brothers. There was always a handful of crew at each clubhouse, but again, it wasn’t mandatory for them to be there.
Part of the reason he went with the Demon Spawn was the freedom to do his own shit. Time passed, and when he could no longer wait without a piss or something to eat, he pulled up at a supermarket on the outskirts of some town. The lights were aglow, and there were several cars parked in the parking lot.
Entering the store, he ignored everyone and everything. He wore his cut with pride. Going straight to the men’s room, he took a leak, washed his hands, and headed out. Checking down the aisles, he headed toward the deli. Picking a couple of sandwiches and some pastries, he then made his way toward the checkout. Glancing at the time he saw it was a little after midnight.
Going toward the main counter he paused when he saw a group of men leaning over the counter and poking the girl.
The girl in question looked … bored. Spike watched her. Her brown hair cascaded around her. She was a chubby girl, but what struck him was her eyes. They were kind. Even with the men hassling her, he saw that she was a nice one. He could always tell the nice ones from the fucking bitches. Besides the kindness he recognized her submission. She expected to be bullied by these men, and she didn’t say or do anything about it.
Stepping closer, Spike needed to hear what was going on. He didn’t understand it, but he was compelled to step closer, to know exactly what was going on.
“Hey, fat girl, you want a piece of this action? Is this place offering extras yet?”
“She’s chunky, but then there’s more to go around.”
The girl that was with them laughed.
****
Star Cottage remained quiet. All of her life she had been bullied, and it wasn’t exactly easy. Especially as all she wanted to do was curl up in a ball and cry. Instead she did what she always did. She waited for them to get bored, and they would. The thing about bullies was they were only ever happy if the person they were hurting actually responded.
No response then what was the point in continuing?
When one of them reached over the counter to point at her arm, and her stomach, she ignored it.
Did they know she had lost weight and dropped several dress sizes? She had once been a size twenty-four, and now she was a size sixteen. They may not like her weight, but she was really proud of what she had accomplished. Losing weight had been a challenge, but she had enjoyed it.
What she really liked to do was run, well walk. She would run if she could, but then she couldn’t clear her head. Walking always managed to clear her head, and allow her the ability to think.
“Why don’t you little shits fuck off?”
The voice was so hard, so powerful, and even Star froze. Glancing toward the end of her checkout she saw a guy wearing a leather cut. It was like in that biker MC thing that she had seen. The jacket let everyone know that he was part of the Demons Spawn MC. Her heart started to pound. She had never seen an actual MC member in the store before.
“Yo, man, we meant no disrespect.” The guy who had poked her held up his hands. “We were just having a little fun.”
“You were showing some disrespect to the lady here. Get your shit, and get out.” The man stared at each of the kids in turn.
Star couldn’t look away from the man. There was something about him. He had a presence that should have probably scared her, but it didn’t. She was more intrigued by him than anything else.
Seconds later, the kids had paid, and were out of the shop.
“Thank you,” she said.
“Why didn’t you defend yourself?” He placed down his goods, and she started scanning them.
“It’s easier not to respond. You respond and they will just find harder or meaner ways to hurt you. This way, I don’t have to deal with that, and I’m happier for it.”
“You shouldn’t be dealing with shit like that.”
She paused and stared at him. “They like to make fun of the fat girl. It’s nothing new.”
“Do they stop by often?” he asked.
“At least once a week.” She had always dealt with them. It wasn’t the first time they had poked and prodded her. She knew it wouldn’t be the last, and this mystery man would be long gone, and she would have to go back to dealing with it.
She wondered if they would be meaner next week because they had been stopped in their tormenting. Oh well.
“Star, I’ll take over from here,” Andrew said.
After dealing with the MC guy, she watched as he left, and then handed everything over to Andrew. She grabbed her stuff from the staffroom, and then headed out. There was no way for her to afford
“Where’s your car?”
She gasped as the same man inside the supermarket stopped her. “Holy crap, you gave me a heart attack.”
“Yeah, and you still haven’t answered my question.”
“I don’t have a car. I’m about to walk home.”
Why wasn’t she nervous? This was a guy who could probably kill her and leave her on the side of the road, and yet she wasn’t scared or panicking.
Biting her lip, she stared up into his eyes, and was struck by how light they were. His eyes were green and intense in color. This close she saw how bright they were. Damn, in the supermarket they had seemed dark, his anger coming through more than anything else.
“Seriously, it’s the middle of the night. Do you know what happens to women?”
“I’ve been walking the same stretch of road for a few years now. Nothing bad has ever happened, and if it does, I’ll scream.”
He pulled away and paced a few steps, running his fingers through his shoulder length brown hair. “Don’t you have a boyfriend?”
“No. Didn’t you hear? Fat girls don’t get boyfriends.” She pointed behind her at the shop. It was one of the insults thrown her way, not that it was any of this guy’s business. It was of kind humiliating actually.
“This isn’t funny. Fuck. I’ll walk you home.”
“You really don’t have to.”
“There’s no way I’m leaving here if I don’t know I got you home safely.”
She frowned. “You do realize that I walk home safely every single night, right? Tonight is not going to be any different from any other night, only you don’t want me to walk home.”
“Look, I know what I can and can’t accept. A young woman walking the streets after dark is not a good thing in my book. Come on.” He grabbed her arm and led her toward his bike.
“Whoa, what the hell are you doing? I’m not going to ride that death trap.”
“I’m an expert on this beast.” He patted some part of the body.
She shook her head. “Not happening. Have you seen the injuries that bike riders have with this stuff?”
“Have you never had any adventure in your life?”
“I work in a supermarket. It’s adventure enough,” she said.
He threw the helmet at her. “Put it on, and let me do this one good deed. I’ll be out of your hair within an hour.”
She stared at the helmet and sighed. “Fine.”
This would be the most adventure she had experienced in her twenty-five years.
Chapter Two
The following evening
Spike sat at the clubhouse and was staring at the clock. It was a little after seven, and things were starting to get crazy. Tiffany, a club whore, was already bent over a table and being fucked in the ass by Smalley. She was groaning and grunting, taking everything that the brother could give her.
She’s going to be walking on her own.
Is someone going to be hurting her?
Spike stared at his beer, wondering what the hell he was doing.
“You look a little troubled there,” Ben said, flopping down beside him.
“Fine.”
“You don’t look it. You were gone a long time last night. A couple of the bitches were starting to get worried.”
“They’re not my keepers. I can go and do whatever the hell I want.”
Ben held his arms up in surrender. “They were a little worried. You never miss a chance to have a fuck party, and last night we had a fuck party.” Ben grabbed his dick.
Rolling his eyes, Spike twirled the beer bottle, and sighed. He couldn’t get the girl out of his fucking mind, and it was distracting.
When Smalley groaned, and Tiffany gasped, Spike turned to watch as another brother took Smalley’s place.
Yeah, this was starting to lose its taste. Gang-banging a woman was no longer of any interest.
“I’m heading out,” he said.
“Really? You’re not going to have a taste of that ass?” Ben asked, nodding toward Tiffany.
He scrunched up his nose. “I’ve had that ass many times.” Leaving the clubhouse, he straddled his bike, and rode in the same direction he had last night.
I’m not going to stop off there.
I’m not going to see if she’s okay.
I’m not.
I’m tougher than this.
I’m not responsible for her.
Several hours later he was back outside of the supermarket. It was just after midnight once again, and he waited as the girl walked out, wrapped in a jacket, and started walking down the street.
He whistled, and she kept on walking.
“Hey, girl!” He shouted at her, and climbed off his bike, rushing toward her.
She froze and turned toward him. “You again.”
“Me again. You could be nice to me,” he said.
“You just scared me.”
“I whistled at you.”
“I’m not a dog. Why would I respond to a whistle?”
He chuckled. He had been around too many club whores. “I was right. You were going to walk home.”
“Of course I would. I’ve got to get home, and I wasn’t going to assume you riding me home was going to mean that was what I was going to get.”
Spike sighed. “What’s your name?”
She stared at him, and he raised a brow. “It’s Star. My name is Star.”
“I’m Spike.” He held his hand out for her to shake.
Again, she stared at his hand, and waited. When he didn’t pull away, she reached out to shake his hand.
He liked that. He liked the touch of her fingers against his skin. “You work seven nights a week?”
“Nope. I work six.” She folded her arms in front of her. “I love walking, you know. It helps me with my, erm, exercise regime.”
“Exercise regime.”
She glared at him. “It may not look it, but I have lost a great deal of weight, and I want to continue to do so. Those kids were not wrong about me being fat. I was just fatter.”
“Don’t put yourself down like that, Star. Come on, let’s get you home.”
“You really don’t need to do this. I do like walking.”
“Get your juicy ass on the back of my bike before I spank it.”
“Kinky,” she said.
He chuckled and straddled his machine. She sighed, plopped the helmet on her head, and then climbed on behind him. She placed her bag over both of her arms, which worked considering it was a backpack. When she was ready, he turned over the ignition, and pulled away from the curb. He remembered the direction of her house, so he didn’t ask for directions this time. It was only a ten minute drive, and it would have taken her about thirty minutes, maybe even more.
Pulling up outside of the apartment building, he turned off his bike, and waited for her to climb off. She handed him back his helmet, and blew her hair out of her face. “Thank you, Spike.” She smiled at him, and then turned on her heel.
“Do me a favor,” he said.
She stopped, and turned toward him. “What?”
“Lift your jacket. There is something…” He made a circle with his finger, and she put her back to him, lifting up her jacket.
He had noticed her jeans the moment she came out of the supermarket.
“What is it?” she asked, batting something imaginary out of the way.
“Nothing, I just wanted to check your ass out.” It was a fine, rounded ass, and it made his cock twitch.
“Rude!” She dropped the jacket and stormed inside, leaving him chuckling.
Star had a very nice ass, and she smelled good, too. Every time she left he was overcome with a wave of coconut. He didn’t know what perfume she wore, but coconut had become his new favorite smell.
****
Star had expected him to grow bored of driving toward her from wherever he came from. He didn’t. Every night without fail Spike arrived at the supermarket to escort her home. She told him when she wasn’t working, and when she was.
Even though she never planned for him to be there waiting, it gave her a thrill to see him on his bike, looking sexy as hell.
