Part 6

Jake

A fresh beer was placed on the table in front of him, and he took a deep swig, grateful for the moment to gather his thoughts. These men were so different. He felt at home, he felt like he fit in, just like he had with Rancid.

“He said you weren’t the type to prospect for us, but that you could still be of use to us. You’ll be seen as friendly, almost like a nomad to our chapter without wearing our colors. See this as your home, Wrath, and us as your family,” Bandit said.

Jake nodded his head, not trusting his voice not to betray the emotional rollercoaster he was on. He stood up and pulled the jacket on. It fit him perfectly. Something stirred inside him, and he knew he had found a home with these men. The weight of the leather felt good, and he smiled as he took it off and placed it back in the box.

“What do you need done, Bandit?”

Nitro gave Bandit a look and he chuckled. “Fuck, Nitro, we might as well throw him in the deep end.”

Jake glanced at Nitro as he shook his head. “Yeah, I mean, Rancid said he’s good people, and I think we should let him help if he wants to help.”

“Why do I get the feeling I’m going to be sorry I offered,” Jake said.

Bandit and Nitro burst out laughing. “We’ve got a house mouse here. She needs some stability, protection, whatever you want to call it. She got herself into some trouble with The Night Stalkers. She’s still young but if you can put her up for a time, we’d appreciate it.”

Nitro nodded his head. “She can’t stay at the clubhouse. Too many people in and out.”

“What the fuck is a house mouse?” Jake asked, and K-9 slapped a hand onto his shoulder.

“A house mouse is a woman you take home. You feed her, give her a roof over her head and some protection and she cleans, cooks, whatever you need done,” K-9 said.

“She’s club property but not a sweet butt, if you get my drift,” Bandit said.

“No, I don’t.” Jake looked at them warily. He had no idea what they were talking about.

“A sweet butt is a woman that hangs around the club, a lay is non commitment sex, sweet butts are club property, a house mouse too and a sweetie is someone you date without any commitment, like a permanent place to rest your cock for however long you see fit,” Nitro explained.

Jake looked at Nitro and he wasn’t sure if he should laugh or not. Not even Rancid could have prepared him for these men. They were laid back, said what they thought and they really didn’t give a fuck what you thought of them. Words like house mouse and sweet butts weren’t things he was familiar with.

“Fuck me,” Jake said.

“She probably would, you ain’t ugly,” K-9 said, and another round of laughter erupted from the men.

Jake shook his head, but cracked a smile. “So she’s club property but she’s not fucking anyone here. Is that what you’re telling me?”

“Yeah, pretty much. She’s young, Wrath, gotta learn some life lessons. She won’t ever be a sweet butt or a lay, not in this club,” Bandit said.

“Why not? Why ask me to take her? Why don’t one of you take her home?” Jake asked.

“She’s Rancid’s kid sister,” K-9 said.

Jake dragged a hand over his short hair. Fuck. He owed Rancid this much. “Fine. How long?”

“However long it lasts or until the threat against her goes away,” Nitro said.

Jake sighed. “Can you guys give me at least a week to buy some furniture?”

“Sure thing, Wrath. You can pick her up on Friday,” Bandit said.

“Now that that’s sorted out, I think we need to introduce Wrath to some sweet butts tonight. You need to get your dick wet, man,” K-9 said, with a grin.

“Who says I haven’t already?” Jake asked, and they started chuckling again.

“No man that got his dick wet recently has that look in his eyes,” Nitro said.

Jake laughed and crossed his arms over his chest. “I think I can handle getting laid on my own.”

“No doubt about it, Wrath, you’ve got that bad boy image thing working for you, but with a sweet butt you don’t actually have to try,” K-9 said.

“I’ll be back later, nobody says no to free pussy,” Jake said, and stood up. “Thanks for the leather.”

“Where you going?” Nitro asked.

“I don’t even have a kettle in the house. I need to go do some serious shopping,” Jake said with a sigh.

“Hang on,” Bandit said, and pulled his phone out. He typed a message on it and motioned for Jake to sit down again.

Ten minutes later, another woman walked toward them and she smiled when she saw Bandit. He stood up and his arms wrapped around her before he kissed her.

“Wrath, this is my ol’ lady, Michelle, she’ll hook you up,” he said. “Just tell her what you like.”

“I’ve been in prison for five years, anything’s good,” Jake said with a smile.

“Give me your card,” Michelle said as she held her hand open. “Bandit, send me his address, I’ll get him sorted out in no time.”

“Go on, give her your keys and card,” Bandit said with a smile.

“Thanks,” Jake said, and handed the items over.

“Don’t worry, Wrath, by the time you go to your house, it’ll be a home,” Michelle said. She kissed Bandit again, and disappeared into the back. She left fifteen minutes later with two other women, and Jake hoped he hadn’t just made a huge mistake.

The bed’s wooden headboard banged against the wall as Jake thrusted into the woman on her knees in front of him. She was responsive, easy on the eye and so very willing. She sucked his cock to the point of no return and swallowed earlier that night in the bathroom.

His thrusts were hard and deep, he was bottoming out with every thrust. Her whimpers were like music to his ears and his grip on her hips were hard. He would leave bruises, without a doubt. His balls pulled up and tightened and he knew he was close to ejaculating.

The woman knew it too because her hand snaked between her thighs and he could feel her clamping her muscles around him. Her thighs were wet with her arousal and Jake showed her no mercy. She’d been brave earlier that night, telling him she could handle anything he gave her.