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"Open relationship? You want to f**k other women?" I couldn't believe my ears. "Cassie, we are each other's first love. Don't you want to know what it is like to be with someone else?" Rick still tried to persuade me. "Then why don't we just break up?" I stared at him, my voice cracking. "You're getting tired of me." Was I not enough? Am I not attractive enough? Why does he want someone else? I felt like I was drowning. "We won't break up. Because I love you and I still want to be with you. But we can let the other person join us?" he said. I wanted to laugh. He wanted his cake and then some. "I might be open to a threesome if it's with another man only." I rolled my eyes and blurted out. "Absolutely not. I'm not touching another guy's d*ck!" he denied immediately, as if insulted. "Then we break up," I said, making up my mind. Apparently, he was just asking for a permission to cheat. "Please, Cassie. Just one little try. Then we'll step into a new world," he grabbed my arm. "Fine. Do whatever you want, Rick. But if you can cheat, so can I," I shook him off and stormed into our bedroom. I opened my side of the closet door. My gaze fixed on a short, red, sleeveless mini dress that stopped at mid-thigh. It would surely hug my petite curves and showcase my C cup and bubble b*tt. I slipped into the dress and started to appreciate my perfect body. I'd worked hard for it. I lifted weights, ran three miles a day, and I was a black belt in Karate. "You are enough. There's nothing wrong with you. He's just having some premature midlife crisis at 22. No negative thoughts, you are HOT!" I said to myself. I put on a red five-inch heels, did a nice bronzy, smoky make-up, and put on a bold red lip before stepping out of the room. Rick wanted to pick up other chicks, then fine. I could go out to bag myself a man, too. "Where are you going?" Rick asked when I reached the doorknob. "Starting our open relationship. No time like the present to get f**k by the other man," I said. "Cassie, I didn't mean to start right away, we just talked about this." I looked at him in disgust. "You made this bed, Rick. Now sleep in it." I left our little two-bedroom apartment and called my sister as I walked down the steps and out of the gate. "Hello?" I took the phone from my ear as my sister Becca shouted into it. In the background, I could hear a lot of male laughter and cheers. Was she at a party? "Becca, where are you?I need to see you, please. It's urgent," I choked. "Um, Cassie, what happened?" Becca sounded worried. "You have no idea, Becca. Rick pissed me off tonight, and I am out for blood." "Oh, sh*t, girl, everything okay?" "I'll tell you when I get there. It's a shit show." "Okay. But babe, I'm now at MC, and I can't walk away from my job. Are you sure you want to come here? The Lords of Chaos will eat you alive." "Send me the address." I hung up and opened my Uber app. When waiting for my Uber, I thought about my relationship with Rick. We'd been together since we were 16 and sophomores in high school. And we had only been with each other. But was he right about this? If you truly loved someone, shouldn't you want to be with each other only? I was kind of hurt that Rick didn't chase after me. Was he already looking for someone to hook up with? Did he not care that I was dressed to the nines, to possibly hook up with someone? Or did he think I wouldn't go through with it? Ugh, I hate this. Rick just destroyed my confidence, no matter the pep talk I gave myself. What was I doing? I needed Becca's advice and some liquid courage. The Uber pulled up, and I got in. "You sure about this?" asked the young man behind the wheel, who was eyeing me up and down. "The Lords of Chaos Motorcycle Club? Because the way you're dressed, you might be asking for trouble." "Did I ask your opinion?" "Fine, fine. But if you're looking for a good time, I get off at midnight," he said with a flirtatious grin. I just smiled and shook my head. He shrugged and pulled away from the curb. 30 minutes later, the car pulled up to the gate at the club. Chapter 2 Cassie' POV: After some normal identification checking, I was allowed to enter the club. I walked through the dancing boys and girls toward Becca and wrapped my arms around her tightly. Becca looked me up and down, shaking her head. I just shrugged my shoulders and then sat at the bar, watching her cut limes with what looked like a wicked sharp knife. "So, you gonna tell me what that douche canoe did this time?" "What do you mean, douche canoe?" "You know I've never liked him. How many conversations have we had about his controlling ways? He wanted you to take Creative Writing or Photography because he felt like those were better suited for a pretty girl. He's always acted like you have no brains. How many times have you complained you wanted a little more adventurous bed play, but he just wants to do missionary?" "Funny you should say that about the bed play. He told me he wanted an open relationship tonight, or to have a threesome with another woman," I told her. She slammed a shot of tequila in front of me, and I downed it. "It's one thing to want to do more positions, or get tied up, spanked, or choked, and another to suggest an open relationship or threesomes," she said. "I honestly don't mind the threesome suggestion, but I'd rather do it with another man, and when I suggested that, he was like, absolutely not. He spouted off crap, like how it would be good for us, and help us in the long run to know what it was like to sleep with other people." "Sounds to me like he just wants to cheat but with permission," Becca concluded, filling the shot glass up again. I downed that shot, and she handed me a slice of lime. "That's what I said. So, here I am. Now, tell me which one of these hot @ss bikers will give me the ride of my life," I said, as I turned around and scanned the club. "Anyone will honestly, but just stay away from the Viking at the pool table. His name is Dozer. I've been wanting him for the last 2 years. But he hasn't picked up on my signals," she said. "What kind of name is Dozer?" I teased. She passed me a beer, and I was grateful after the two shots I took. "It's his road name. He got it because in a fight, he just bulldozes over people. Slams into them and just hits and hits until they're out." "Huh. Wonder if he could take one of us on?" Becca gave me a baleful stare. "What? I was just wondering. It's not like I am going to try something with a club full of bikers. I don't have a death wish. I could take on 3 of these guys, not the 30 that are here." "Sometimes, Cass, I just don't know if you're serious or not." "Well, I'm not serious about starting a fight. What I am serious about is getting an affair." Becca snorted. "You crack me up with your vocabulary. Look, if you really want to fuck someone here, all you have to do is announce it. Any one of these fuckers would jump at the chance." "Do you think they're clean?" "Of course. It's in the club rules. They have to get tested every 6 weeks. Anyone caught with an STI gets quarantined. If they get something serious, they can no longer be in the clubhouse. They're still affiliated, but they no longer do club business." "Good to know. What about these women here? I wouldn't be stepping on their toes? Taking one of their men?" "One, they're the club sl*ts. None of these guys would take them seriously. They're free use for anyone." "Two, most of these guys cheat. There are a few who are faithful to their old ladies or girlfriends, but those who are would let you know." "And three, the ones that are taken, their women would try to tear you apart. Not that they could, but they would try. And if you hurt one of their ladies, it's an instant bullet to your head." "Noted. How do I know which ones are club whores and which are girlfriends or old ladies?" "The girlfriends aren't dressed as sl^tty as the club wh0res, their men don't like it, and the old ladies wear leather cuts, while at the clubhouse they say Property of The Lords of Chaos and Property of whoever." "Seriously? They're claimed like that?" “Yeah, keeps other bikers from messing with their women. Especially during a club function or if they travel with their women.” “Interesting. Well, give me three shots, I need some confidence to put myself out there.” “Since when?” “Since I’m not good enough for my current boyfriend.” “Cass. You gotta know it’s not you,” she said, as she lined the shots up. “Isn’t it, though?” I slammed the shots, one after another, and then sucked a lime. I pulled the lime out and said, “Why else would he want to sleep with other women?” “Whoa, did I walk up at the wrong time?” A deep baritone voice rang next to us. I looked over, and my mouth went dry. This biker was gorgeous. He had auburn hair that was cut short on the sides but longer on top, and slicked back. His reddish brown scruff on his face complemented his angular jaw and framed the lush lips that I just wanted to bite. He had a slightly crooked nose that was obviously broken at least once, and kept him from looking utterly perfect. His warm whisky-colored eyes were full of lust as he looked me up and down in appreciation. He looked tall, maybe 6’3, and he had ripped muscles, from his thick neck to his broad shoulders and bulging biceps and forearms. His arms were covered with tattoos, as were the tops of his big hands. He wore a black Henley short-sleeved shirt with a leather vest over it, dark blue jeans over massive thighs, and biker boots. “I like your vest.” “It’s called a cut,” he said with amusement in his eyes. “Lui pensa di essere un tipo tranquillo, vero?” I said, in fluent Italian. (he thinks he’s a smooth one, doesn’t he?) Becca snorted, “Sì, ma tutte le ragazze dicono che sa leccare la fica come un dio.” (Yes, but all the girls say he can eat pussy like a god.) “Pensi che dovrei scoprirlo?” (Think I should find out?) “Si fallo” (Yes, do it) “No, you didn’t walk up at the wrong time. In fact, I would say your timing was perfect,” I said, beaming at him with my best smile. The game begins. Chapter 3 Ripper’s POV: I joined the military as a Marine for 10 years, took a bullet in my chest that almost took my life, and got an honorable discharge before joining The Lords of Chaos. For the last four years, I was given the job of taking out our former members. As in, they did something against the club rules, so they would get exiled, and because they knew too much, I made them pay for their betrayal. That’s how I got the road name— Ripper. As in RIP. Because when they were exiled, the next person they saw was me, and I was the last person they would ever see again. For me, s-x is only a way to relax. And I never f**ked a girl twice. “One day, Ripper, a girl is going to come along and catch your interest for longer than a night,” the president once joked. I scoffed at that time. Until today— This raven-haired beauty walked through the clubhouse door. Holy hell. She was f*cking sin in that dress. She had a rocking body, slightly tanned and toned, with slight curves in all the right places. Her legs were beautiful, and I wanted them wrap around my head ASAP. Her stunning face was made up to perfection, and her bold red mouth was smiling. Her long black hair bounced with each step she took towards the bar, where Becca gave her a huge grin, and ran around the bar, wrapping her in a hug. Her back turned towards me, and I groaned at the sight of her perfect f*cking @ss. My d*ck twitched. I wanted to sink into that bubbled @ss so badly. I watched as Becca held the girl away from her, looked her up and down, and then shook her head. The girl gave her a wry smile and shrugged. I wonder what that’s all about? “Hey, Ripper.” I looked at Butcher, the President of The Lords of Chaos. He was eye_f(*cking the girl too. “Dibs,” I said with a grin. “Fine. Fine. Yours. She’s a little young for me, but she does look tasty,” he said in a growly voice. “Do you know who she is?” I asked. “She’s Becca’s sister. Becca asked if she could come in tonight, having some trouble at home.” “What type of trouble?” “I don’t know.” I nodded, letting him know I heard him, and started walking toward them. “Whoa, did I walk up at the wrong time?” I wanted to bite my tongue off when I realized what I’d said. What kind of stupid chat-up is this? Fine. Never mind. F*ck, she was perfection up close, and her smile about stopped my heart. She looked a bit tipsy, and her pinky cheeks looked so cute. “No, you didn’t walk up at the wrong time. In fact, I would say your timing was perfect,” she said. I almost drown in her smile. “Her boyfriend of 6 years proposed an open relationship tonight,” Becca briefed me. “Sei una stronza.” (You’re a b*tch) “Mi ringrazierai più tardi.” (You’ll thank me later) The girls said something I couldn’t understand. A foreign language. But I didn’t think much about this. “Let me guess. He wants an open relationship saying it would be good for your relationship, right? Or maybe he offered to do a threesome, but with girls only. How am I doing so far?” I tried to be humorous. “You’re spot on, actually. He said, ‘since we’ve only been with each other, it would be good to see what others are like.’” “Well, Angel, if you’re game, I’d love to be an “other” for you.” “I’m game.” I smiled as I held out my hand and she put hers in it, but before we could go anywhere, a girl stomped right towards me, and she looked pissed. Mindy. The girl who’d been pestering after a hot night. That’s why I don’t f**k girls twice. “What the hell, Ripper, you’re picking this random wh0re over me?” I heard an “Oh, sh*t,” from behind me from Becca, and the next thing I knew, the tiny girl beside me let go of my hand, and had the knife that Becca had used to cut the limes in her delicate hand, arm outstretched, and pressed the point of it to Mindy’s cheek. A thin red line of blood started to seep out. “You might want to watch what you call me, b*tch. The only wh0res I see here are the ones that I was told would ride anyone’s c0ck in this place. I only plan to ride his c0ck.” Holy f*ck did my c0ck get rock hard at her announcement. The music was cut off, and people stopped talking. Everyone in the club was staring. The club wh0res with their mouths open in shock, the girlfriends and old ladies had wide smiles on their faces, and my brothers had various looks of shock and amused grins. Ripper, do something,” Mindy whimpered as she trembled where she stood. “Nope, I think my little slasher here is handling things all on her own,” I said, as I watched Cassie’s head turn towards me, and her eyes flashed with lust. Oh, she liked me backing her up. Cassie turned back to Mindy and took the knife away from her face. I just stood there waiting. “If I were you, I’d back the f*ck away from me right now,” she said. Mindy hurriedly backed up, and then she turned and fled out the clubhouse doors. “Come on, killer, follow me,” I said, grabbing Cassie’s hand and tugging her behind me. I heard a thunk, and some of the guys whistled. I stopped and turned and saw that Cassie had thrown the knife towards Becca, and it landed right in the middle of the sliced limes. I couldn’t wait any longer, and I lifted Cassie bridal style into my arms and raced to my room. Her arms went around my neck. I punched my code into my door lock and kicked it open, then kicked it closed as I stepped in. Cassie was kissing my ear, and it was driving me nuts. She was mewling and wiggling in my arms, trying to get me closer. “Hold on, baby, I’ll get us to the bed. F*ck, your mouth is driving me insane.” “Drawing blood always makes me h0rny. Hurry, get us to the bed. I need to taste you,” she whispered into my ear. What. The. F*ck. Did she just say drawing blood always makes her h0rny? This girl is something else. I tossed her on my bed, and she bounced. She got to her knees quickly and attacked my jeans. She ripped my belt off as I took my cut off and reached over to lay it on the chair by my bed. I pulled my shirt over my head. Cassie had my jeans open and my c0ck in her hand so fast. I moaned as she squeezed me, and then my knees almost buckled as she swallowed my shaft. She hit the back of her throat and gagged, but then she relaxed, and the rest of me went all the way in. I was not small. I’ve never been able to deep throat a girl, and many have tried. She was a f*cking pro. Did she say she'd only been with her boyfriend? F*ck, that guy was dumb as sh*t. A girl who can swallow c0ck like this is rare, and he wants to try others? I might have to keep this one for a little bit. Wait, what the f*ck was I saying? She sucked me hard, and my eyes crossed. She was going to town on me. She grabbed my hands and put them on her head. F*ck yes! She stilled, and I took over. I started to throat f*ck her like there was no tomorrow. The glide of my c0ck on her tongue sent shivers through me. The wet warmth of her mouth and the tightness of her throat as she swallowed had me groaning uncontrollably. “I’m about to c*m, Angel. Tap my thigh if you don’t want to swallow.” She did not tap my thigh, no, what she did was grab my @ss and pull me forward, so her nose was buried into my groin, and she made me stay there. She ran her tongue all around the underside of my d*ick, and I burst. Rope after rope of cum went down her throat. She swallowed, and I f*cking whimpered. My legs trembled, and when she pulled back, there was no mess. She just looked at me and smiled. I growled and lunged at her. She squeaked. I tore at her dress, and it easily slid off her. Holy hell, she didn’t have any panties on. I looked at her, and she blushed. I grinned. How could this girl just suck me off like a f*cking p0rn star and then blush when I find out she was pantiless? I grabbed her ankles and yanked her down to the edge of the bed. I unbuckled her shoes and dropped them on the floor. I then ripped my boots and pants off. She gasped when I spread her, and dove between her legs to suck at her perfect, pretty p*ssy, she screamed. I licked and sucked and f*cked her with my tongue. She begged me for more, and I took two fingers and slowly pushed them into her. “YEEEEESSSSS,” she yelled. She ground herself on my fingers and face. I curled my fingers and found that little sweet spot and rubbed it, flicking my tongue at her cl*t rapidly. A high-keening wail came out of her, and she gushed. She squirted all over me, and I lapped it up like it was my favorite drink. F*ck, this girl was amazing. I kissed her thighs and torso, and then paid special attention to the gorgeous tits that she had. They perfectly fit in my hand, and I squeezed and rubbed her n*pples with my palms. I pinched them, and she moaned and arched her back. I pinched a little harder as I sucked the other. “Yes, Ripper, oh, god yes, that feels so good.” “You like your n*pples played with, baby?” “Mmmhmmm, harder.” I bit down on the n*pple in my mouth, and she exploded. Holy f*ck, I just made her c*m from just playing with her nipples. That was a first for me. I scooted up a little more and kissed her. Our tongues tangled, and our kiss was hot. I reached over to the drawer by my bed and got a c0ndom. I quickly lifted and rolled it down my hard shaft. As I did, I noticed the red lipstick that was all over it, and I f*cking loved it. I leaned over her again and looked her in the eyes. Are you ready, baby?” “Yes, Ripper. Give it to me, please,” she begged. I started to ease into her. I had a lot of girth and length, and I didn’t want to rip her. But she had other ideas, and she grabbed my @ss, lifted her legs high up on my waist, and pulled me into her fast. “Fuuuuck, baby, you're so f*cking tight,” I croaked out as I lay my head against her forehead. She hummed, and then she started to move her hips. She was f*cking me. I was not about to be shown up. I grabbed one of her legs and put it on my shoulder, and I pulled out and slammed back into her. I did this over and over again. I swivel my hips in a circle as I slam in, and she screams in pleasure. “F*ck, yes. Harder Ripper!” And harder I went. Sweat dripped from my brow and landed on her chest. She hummed and rubbed it into her skin. D@mn, that was sexy as f*ck. I took her other leg and bent both at the knees, and moved closer to her so I could kiss her. Her knees landed right next to her head, and the angle made my dick hit that G spot. “RIPPPPEERRR!” she screamed, and I just knew everyone in the clubhouse heard her. I pumped 4 more times, and I roared as I came. F*ck, it went on forever. My whole body shook with the force. Finally, I stopped, and I collapsed, catching myself on my elbows as I let go of her legs. She wrapped her legs and arms around me and hugged me to her. Her delicate hands moved up and down my back as I caught my breath. Thit was the best s*x I have ever had. What the hell just happened to me? F**k. I don’t mind having another round with her. I Open Relationship Cassie “I’m sorry you want to do what?” I asked my boyfriend, Rick, of 6 years. I looked at him hard as he explained to me how he wanted to try an open relationship, or maybe bring other women into our bed with both of us. His brown hair was disheveled as he paced and ran his fingers through it. His brown eyes darted at me as he took in my hostile gaze and posture. We’d been together since we were 16 and sophomores in high school. He grew from a lanky, lean, beanpole of a kid to a 6-foot, muscular man with a swimmer's build. He was lean with wide shoulders, a slight muscular chest and arms, a narrow waist, and muscular thighs. We graduated from Columbia University. I have a major in Computer Science and a minor in Coding and Cybersecurity. I was an amateur hacker, but that was my little secret. And he has degrees in Economics and Business Management. He kept droning on and on about how this could help our relationship. I didn’t even know our relationship needed help. How this could spice things up. Didn’t I just give him road head last night on the way home from a movie? How this could bring us closer as a couple. How much fking closer did he want to get? We lived together for fcks sake. “So, what you’re telling me is, you want to fk other women, and you recommend having an open relationship, so it isn’t considered cheating? Why not just break up with me, Rick?” “Because I love you and I still want to be with you. And this wouldn’t be considered cheating if you just agree to us being open in our relationship.” So, he wanted his cake and then some. I stared at him while he stared at me with a hopeful, dumb look. Was I not enough? Am I not attractive enough? Is he not satisfied in the bedroom with me? “I might be open to a threes0me if it’s with another man only.” “Absolutely not. I’m not touching another guy’s d1ck!” I sighed and rolled my eyes. Of course, he wouldn’t be open to that. “How about we just take a break? You can be with whomever you want during this break, and then we can talk about it in like, 6 months.” “No, Cassie, I don’t want to break up. I still want to come home to you. Okay, how about we don’t do the threes0me stuff, just hook up with others when it strikes our fancy. We never bring anyone home. If we stay out all night, we shoot a text to let the other know they won’t be home. We don’t fall for anyone else. And we’ll be discreet so none of our friends or families find out.” “I’m just not understanding why, Rick? We have a good thing, or at least I thought.” “Cassie, we’ve only ever been with each other. Don’t you want to know what it’s like to be with someone else?” “Um, no,” I whispered in disbelief. “Just give this a chance. You’ll see, it’ll be a good thing.” “You know what, Rick, you do what you want. But know, you will regret this.” “Don’t say that. This will work out.” “Fine. I went into our bedroom and opened my side of the closet door. I found a short, red, sleeveless mini dress that would stop at mid-thigh. I knew it would hug my petite curves and showcase my cvp and bubble butt. I worked hard for my body. I lifted weights, ran three miles a day, and I was a black belt in Karate. I grabbed a pair of red five-inch heels that had an ankle strap that would bring my 5 '2 tiny self to 5' 7. I then went into the bathroom, jumped into the shower, and shampooed and conditioned my hair. I scrubbed my body with my strawberry body wash and shaved my pits, legs, and my v@gina bare. I hopped out, blow-dried and curled my long ebony locks that hit the middle of my back. Then I moisturize my face and put on my war paint. I didn’t need any foundation or concealer, my skin was creamy and flawless. I grabbed my black eyeliner and did a cat-eye look. Then I swiped on my black mascara. I dabbed on some bronze and brown eye shadow and blended it in for a nice, smoky bronze look, making the emerald of my eyes pop. Last but not least, I did a bold red lip. Rick wanted to pick up other chicks, then fine. I knew I was hot. Let’s see how he’ll feel when I come home late tonight. I ran my fingers through my black hair, fluffing out my curls. I stared into the mirror. “You are enough, there is nothing wrong with you. He’s just having some premature midlife crisis at 22. No negative thoughts, you are HOT!” I left the bathroom after slipping into my dress and putting on my shoes. I left the room with a little black clutch I grabbed on my way out of the bedroom, then grabbed my phone, ID, a credit card, keys, and a hundred and fifty dollars from my purse and put them in my clutch. “Where are you going?” “Starting our open relationship. No time like the present to get dickmitized.” “Cassie, I didn’t mean to start right away, we just talked about this.” I looked at him in disgust. “You made this bed, Rick. Now sleep in it.” I left our little two-bedroom apartment and called my sister as I walked down the steps and out of the gate to the complex. “Hello?” I took the phone from my ear as my sister Becca shouted into it. In the background, I could hear a lot of male laughter and cheers. Was she at a party? “Becca, where are you?” “I’m at my job, babe. What do you need?” “I need to see you, please. It’s urgent.” “Um, Cassie, I’m at the MC. Are you sure you want to come here? The Lords of Chaos will eat you alive.” “Seriously, Becca? You know I can take care of myself. You also know I have no problem putting someone down or in the hospital.” Becca chuckled. “Like what you did to Michael Davis in high school, your freshman year? Wooo, Papa had a fit when he found out that the boy put his hands on you and groped you.” I laughed, “Yeah, just like that. So, can I come? Will they mind?” “No girl, they won’t mind a pretty young thing like you coming into their club on a party night. Just to be safe, I’ll let the President of the club know. I hope you dress to impress.” “You have no idea, Becca. Rick pissed me off tonight, and I am out for blood.” “Oh, sh1t, girl, everything okay?” “I’ll tell you when I get there. It’s a sh1t show.” “Okay, baby sister. See you when you get here.” I hung up and opened my Uber app. I really hope the person who picks me up won’t have a problem going across town to the seedier side of New York. While I waited for my Uber to arrive, I thought about my relationship with Rick. Was he right about this? We had only been with each other. But if you really loved someone, shouldn’t you only want to be with each other? I was kind of hurt that Rick didn’t chase after me. Was he already looking for someone to hook up with? Did he not care that I was dressed to the nines, to possibly hook up with someone? Or did he think I wouldn’t go through with it? Would I go through with it? Ugh, I hate this. Rick just destroyed my confidence, no matter the pep talk I gave myself. What was I doing? I needed Becca’s advice and some liquid courage. The Uber pulled up, and I got in. “You sure about this?” asked the young man behind the wheel, who was eyeing me up and down. “The Lords of Chaos Motorcycle Club? Because the way you’re dressed, you might be asking for trouble.” "Did I ask your opinion?” “Fine, fine. But if you’re looking for a good time, I get off at midnight,” he said with a flirtatious grin. I eyed him. He was cute, but not really my type. Wait, did I have a type? I just smiled and shook my head. He shrugged and pulled away from the curb. 30 minutes later, the car pulled up to the gate at the club. I said bye to my driver and got out. I walked up to a short, stocky, bald guy with an earring that had a wicked-looking dagger charm hanging off his left ear. He had on a white shirt, dark blue jeans, and sh1t kicker boots. He also wore a leather vest that had a patch on it that said prospect. His face was pockmarked, and he had gleaming black eyes. His thin lips smiled at me. “What can I do for you, little lady?” “Hi, I’m here to see Becca.” He pulled out a phone and dialed it. He told whoever that a fine piece of @ss was at the gate for Becs. After a minute, he hung up and pushed back the gate for me to walk through. As I passed, he made kissy noises. I smiled and winked at him, and he chuckled. Taking a deep breath as I walked towards the door, I gave myself a little pep talk, “Okay b‘tch, put your game face on.” I grabbed the handle of the door and opened it. II Ripper God, I was fking bored. If I have to listen to Mindy drone on and on about how she wants to be my old lady for one more minute, I'm going to take this beer bottle in my hand and shove the neck through my eye. I gave her a good fk last weekend, and now she thinks she’s my girl. I should have listened to Dozer when he told me she was an obsessive psycho. “Mindy, if you don’t shut the fck up right now, I am going to strangle you. You’re a club wh0re, I let you bounce on my d1ck for the entertainment of the men last weekend. I was piss drunk, or else it would never have happened. You will never be my old lady. My girl will never have fked any of my brothers, and you have fked almost every one of us. So fk off!” “But Ripper, it was so good. I want more, please.” “No, I don’t do more than one round with a girl, ever. Now go find someone else to obsess over.” I watched her huff and walk towards a table with six other club wh0res chatting and drinking. Maybe I needed to go for a ride, find some random girl somewhere. These girls were getting too bold and used up. We needed some new pv’ssy around here. I was just about to go to my room to grab my bike keys when a gorgeous raven-haired beauty walked through the clubhouse door. Holy h‘ll. She was fking sin in that dress. She had a rocking body, slightly tanned and toned, with slight curves in all the right places. Her legs were beautiful, and I wanted them wrapped around my head asap. Her stunning face was made up to perfection, and her bold red mouth was smiling. Her long black hair bounced with each step she took towards the bar, where Becs gave her a huge grin, and ran around the bar, wrapping her in a hug. Her back turned towards me, and I groaned at the sight of her perfect fking @ss. My d1ck twitched. I wanted to sink into that bubbled @ss so badly. I watched as Becs held the girl away from her, looked her up and down, and then shook her head. The girl gave her a wry smile and shrugged. I wonder what that’s all about? “Hey, Ripper.” I looked at Butcher, the President of The Lords of Chaos. He was eye fking the girl too. “Dibs,” I said with a grin. His steel gray eyes snapped to me, and he smirked. He was older than my 32 years by 15. He had short-styled salt and pepper hair with a groomed salt and pepper beard. “She’s a little young for me, but she does look tasty. A girl dressed like that is looking for some trouble,” he said in a growly voice. “She’s looking for something, and I plan to be that something,” I said, draining my beer and tossing the bottle into a metal trash can by one of the arcade machines we have. We watched as she turned on the barstool and looked around at the occupants of the clubhouse. Her eyes scanned as she talked to Becs. They stopped at one of the pool tables, and I looked to see where she was staring. At the farthest pool table was Dozer, Beast, and two club wh0res. Dozer kept looking at the bar and then back at the pool table. He did it twice more, and then he smiled, and did he just blush? I gawked at him. He was a badass biker, and he was blushing. He was a huge, muscled-bound man, the same age as me. He was built like a mountain. His blonde shoulder-length hair was often worn in a man bun or braid. He had a face that only a mother could love, as the saying went. His nose was broken one too many times, his face had a scar that started under his right eye and ended at his chin, and his blue eyes were cold and a little too wide apart. He was a man you did not mess with, and he was fking blushing. I looked back over at the bar and saw Becs had a huge smile on her face. Huh, interesting. The girl had turned back around, and she must have said something because Becs was laughing really hard and nodding. “Do you know who she is?” I asked. “She’s Becs sister. Becs asked if she could come in tonight, having some trouble at home.” “What type of trouble?” “I don’t know.” I nodded, letting him know I heard him. “I think I’m going to go get another beer. You want one?” “No, I’m not drinking tonight. I have to go meet with someone, and I’ll need a clear head for the conversation I need to have.” I looked at him. He seemed a little worried. “Anything I can help with?” “Got any advice on how to get a woman to listen to you when you’ve fked up?” “Don’t talk about anything serious until you’ve given her at least 3 0rgasms. They’re more likely to agree to anything after a good dicking.” Butcher let out a booming laugh. “I like the way you think, but I don’t think she’s going to let me get that close to her. I really fked up.” “Then I don’t know what to tell you, Prez. I’ve never been in that position before. It’s why I don’t get into relationships. I’m good at killing and fking. Relationships and I never happen.” “One day, Ripper, a girl is going to come along and catch your interest for longer than a night.” “Nah. I don’t think there’s a b1’tch out there that can handle my level of craziness.” “Maybe not. But there might be one that can balance it.” “You getting philosophical on me, Prez?” “Well, I majored in psychology before I decided to start this chapter 25 years ago. So sometimes I can spout off some smart sh1‘t.” I laughed. It was true that bikers were looked at as nothing but outlaws who had no morals. But with The Lords of Chaos, more than half were college graduates with degrees in Business Management, Economics, Physics, and two of us were actual doctors, our Prez and our VP. Doc, our VP, was our resident medical doctor, hence his road name. A lot of the members grew up in influential households, but they didn’t want to conform to their family's pressures. That’s what happened with Butcher. He did what his parents wanted until they tried to force him into a marriage he didn’t want. So he left his family and joined the local Lords of Chaos MC. After being with them for a few years, he moved to New York and started the chapter here. I wasn’t one of those college graduates. I joined the military as a Marine for 10 years, took a bullet in my chest that almost took my life. Got an honorable discharge and met Butcher one night at a bar, where I saved his @ss from a rival biker club. Six members of the Mayhem Crew cornered him while the rest of The Lords were outside getting ready to leave. Butcher had to use the restroom, and when he came out, the six guys saw him and started sht. He was taking on three of them, and before the other three could jump in, I broke my beer bottle and took care of them. By the time Butcher had taken care of his three, mine were bleeding on the bar floor. Before the police could show up, he had grabbed me and made me ride btch on his bike back to his club. The rest was history. For the last four years, I was given the job of taking out our former members. As in, they did something against the club rules, so they would get exiled, and because they knew too much, I made them pay for their betrayal. That’s how I got the road name, Ripper. As in RIP. Because when they were exiled, the next person they saw was me, and I was the last person they would ever see again. “I think I’ll just stick to my one and done,” I said. “You do you, Rip. But when that one girl comes, and she has you by the balls, don’t say I didn’t warn you. Maybe I’ll have some advice to share if I can get my sh1t fixed.” He walked away after that. I turned just in time to watch the girl slam 3 shots. It was time to make my move. III Your Timing Was Perfect Cassie I walked towards Becca with a broad grin on my face and wrapped my arms around her tightly. “God, I missed you, Gunner. I haven’t seen you in two weeks,” I said to her as she squeezed the living daylights out of me. “I’ve missed you, too, Chaotic. We both missed breakfast with Papa last week. He was not happy.” I smiled as we used our nicknames for each other. We pulled back, smiled, and then bumped our wrists together. We have matching tattoos on top of our right wrists that say Beautiful Disaster, and on the underside, she has the name Gunner, and I have the name Chaotic. She looked me up and down, shaking her head. I just shrugged my shoulders and then sat at the bar. I watched her cut limes with what looked like a wicked sharp knife. “So, you gonna tell me what that d0uche canoe did this time?” “What do you mean, d0uche canoe?” “You know I’ve never liked him. How many conversations have we had about his controlling ways? He wanted you to take Creative Writing or Photography because he felt like those were better suited for a pretty girl. He’s always acted like you have no brains. How many times have you complained you wanted a little more adventurous bed play, but he just wants to do missionary?” “Funny you should say that about the bed play. He told me he wanted an open relationship tonight, or to have a threes0me with another woman,” I told her. She slammed a shot of tequila in front of me, and I downed it. “It’s one thing to want to do more positions, or get tied up, spanked, or choked, and another to suggest an open relationship or threesomes,” she said. “I honestly don’t mind the threes0me suggestion, but I’d rather do it with another man, and when I suggested that, he was like, absolutely not. He spouted off cr@p, like how it would be good for us, and help us in the long run to know what it was like to sleep with other people.” “Sounds to me like he just wants to cheat but with permission,” she said, filling the shot glass up again. I downed that shot, and she handed me a slice of lime. I never did the salt lick, only because I didn’t really have a lot of salt in my diet. “That’s what I said. So, here I am. Now, tell me which one of these hot @ss bikers will give me the ride of my life,” I said, as I turned around and scanned the club. “Anyone will honestly, but just stay away from the Viking at the pool table. I’ve been wanting him for the last 2 years. But he hasn’t picked up on my signals,” she said. “He’s cute. Wink at him, he keeps looking over here, and he sure as sh1t isn’t looking at me.” I knew the moment she did it. He smiled then blushed. How fking adorable. A big @ss biker blushing. I turned around and looked at my sister. “That was cute as fk.” She threw back her head and laughed. “So, why have you been working here, Becca? Especially for the last two years. Does Papa know?” “Do you see any dead bodies lying on the ground?” “So that’s a no. How did you get this job? Surely the club did a background check?” “And what do you think they would find in that background check, Chaotic?” I knew what they would find if they did a background check 2 years ago. A generic life of a nobody woman. Just like if they did one on me. It would say that she was the daughter of a pig farmer. That she was 30 and a college dropout. She had a sister 10 years younger, who was in college at Columbia University. They would know our names, or the names that were given to us. What it wouldn’t say was that we were the daughters of an Italian Mafia assassin. That we were in the witness protection program, and have been for the last 10 years. That our mother was murdered to keep our father in line. That my sister and I were trained by him, and were just as deadly. Our lives were a lie, and we had to keep it that way for our safety. We were both so tired of it. Tired of hiding. “Well, I guess for their safety, that’s good then, because Papa would kill them all. You know how much he hates men around us. He’ll, when Rick started sniffing around, I had to keep him a secret until I was 18.” She laughed, remembering. She helped me keep him a secret. “I applied here because I needed some excitement in my life, Cass. These guys get pretty wild. They fight, yell, race their bikes, fk the club wh0res in public, and I gotta say it turns me on to watch.” “Have you ever been with one of these guys?” “No, but I want to. And like I said, I have my eye on the Viking. His name is Dozer.” “What kind of name is Dozer?” She passed me a beer, and I was grateful after the two shots I took. “It’s his road name. He got it because in a fight, he just bulldozes over people. Slams into them and just hits and hits until they’re out.” “Huh. Wonder if he could take one of us on?” Becca gave me a baleful stare. “What? I was just wondering. It’s not like I am going to try something with a club full of bikers. I don’t have a death wish. I could take on 3 of these guys, not the 30 that are here.” “Sometimes, Cass, I just don’t know if you’re serious or not.” “Well, I’m not serious about starting a fight. What I am serious about is getting dicklerious.” Becca snorted. “You crack me up with your vocabulary. Look, if you really want to fk someone here, all you have to do is announce it. Any one of these fkers would jump at the chance.” “Do you think they’re clean?” “I know they are. It’s in the club rules. They have to get tested every 6 weeks. Anyone caught with an STI gets quarantined. If they get something serious, they can no longer be in the clubhouse. They’re still affiliated, but they no longer do club business.” “Good to know. What about these women here? I wouldn’t be stepping on their toes? Taking one of their men?” “One, they’re the club slv‘ts. None of these guys would take them seriously. They’re free use for anyone. Two, most of these guys cheat. There are a few who are faithful to their old ladies or girlfriends, but those who are would let you know. And three, the ones that are taken, their women would try to tear you apart. Not that they could, but they would try. And if you hurt one of their ladies, it’s an instant bullet to your head.” “Noted. How do I know which ones are club wh0res and which are girlfriends or old ladies?” “The girlfriends aren’t dressed as slvtty as the club wh0res, their men don’t like it, and the old ladies wear leather cuts, while at the clubhouse they say Property of The Lords of Chaos and Property of whoever.” “Seriously? They’re claimed like that?” “Yeah, keeps other bikers from messing with their women. Especially during a club function or if they travel with their women.” “Interesting. Well, give me three shots, I need some confidence to put myself out there.” “Since when?” “Since I’m not good enough for my current boyfriend.” “Cass. You gotta know it’s not you,” she said, as she lined the shots up. “Isn’t it, though?” I slammed the shots, one after another, and then svcked a lime. I pulled the lime out and said, “Why else would he want to sleep with other women?” “Whoa, did I walk up at the wrong time?” The deep baritone voice made me shiver. It rolled through me like warm, melted chocolate. I looked over at the man with the deep voice, and my mouth went dry. He was gorgeous. He had auburn hair that was cut short on the sides but longer on top, and slicked back. His reddish brown scruff on his face complemented his angular jaw and framed the lush lips that I just wanted to bite. He had a slightly crooked nose that was obviously broken at least once, and kept him from looking utterly perfect. His warm whisky-colored eyes were full of lvst as he looked me up and down in appreciation. He looked tall, maybe 6’3, and he had ripped muscles, from his thick neck to his broad shoulders and bulging biceps and forearms. His arms were covered with tattoos, as were the tops of his big hands. He wore a black Henley short-sleeved shirt with a leather vest over it, dark blue jeans over massive thighs, and biker boots. “I like your vest.” “It’s called a cut,” he said with amusement in his eyes. His cut had various patches on it. On one side, there was a patch that said Ripper, and under that was an Enforcer patch. A patch that said, I Am My Brother’s Keeper under those. Under that patch were 5 small metal pins that were skull and bones. On the other side was a black and white ace of spades patch, under that a circular black and white patch that said Ride Forever, Forever Free with a skull in the middle, and a small rectangular patch that had the letters FLLF under that. Then, under all of those was a huge New York patch with NYC in the middle. I made a finger motion for him to turn around, and he did. On the back of the cut was a giant skull and bones. The skull had red diamond tears with a 1% in them. Above, the patched words of The Lords Of, and on the bottom said Chaos, on the side of the huge patch was a small square MC patch. It was really beautiful. I cleared my throat, and he turned back around. I held out my hand to shake his. He looked at it, smiled, and then grabbed it. But instead of shaking my hand, he brought it up to his lips and kissed my knuckles. “Lui pensa di essere un tipo tranquillo, vero?” I said, in fluent Italian. (he thinks he’s a smooth one, doesn’t he?) Becca snorted, “Sì, ma tutte le ragazze dicono che sa leccare la fica come un dio.” (Yes, but all the girls say he can eat pv’ssy like a god.) “Pensi che dovrei scoprirlo?” (Think I should find out?) “Si fallo” (Yes, do it) “No, you didn’t walk up at the wrong time. In fact, I would say your timing was perfect,” I said, beaming at him with my best smile. IV Are You Game? Ripper Fuck, she was perfection up close, and her smile about stopped my heart. I didn’t know what language they spoke, but it was beautiful. “Are you telling me some weasel wants to sleep with someone that isn’t you?” “Her boyfriend of 6 years proposed an open relationship tonight,” Becca announced. “Sei una stronza.” (You’re a b1tch) “Mi ringrazierai più tardi.” (You’ll thank me later) “What is it that you two are speaking?” “Italiano,” Becca said. “Italian? I didn’t know you spoke Italian, Becs.” “Well, we’re full-blooded.” “Becca, TMI,” she scolded. “Not really, since we were speaking our native tongue. Speaking of tongues.” She hissed at Becs, and Becs laughed. “What’s your name, beautiful?” “Cassie. I’m Becca’s sister.” “Duh, Cass, pretty sure he figured that out.” “I’m Ripper.” “Interesting name. Your road name?” I looked at her, surprised, and nodded with a small smile. “Let’s get back to this idiot and wanting an open relationship. Let me guess. He wants an open relationship because it would be good for your relationship, right? Or maybe he offered to do a threes0me, but with girls only. How am I doing so far?” “You’re spot on, actually. He said, ‘since we’ve only been with each other, it would be good to see what others are like.’” “Well, Angel, if you’re game, I’d love to be an “other” for you.” “I’m game.” I smiled as I held out my hand and she put hers in it, but before we could go anywhere, Mindy stomped right towards me, and she looked pissed. “What the he‘ll, Ripper, you’re picking this random wh0re over me?” I heard an “Oh, sh1t,” from behind me from Becs, and the next thing I knew, the tiny girl beside me let go of my hand, and had the knife that Becs had used to cut the limes in her delicate hand, arm outstretched, and pressed the point of it to Mindy’s cheek. A thin red line of blood started to seep out. “You might want to watch what you call me, b1tch. The only wh0res I see here are the ones that I was told would ride anyone’s c0ck in this place. I only plan to ride his c0c'k.” Holy fk did my c0ck get rock hard at her announcement. The music was cut off, and people stopped talking. Everyone in the club was staring. The club wh0res with their mouths open in shock, the girlfriends and old ladies had wide smiles on their faces, and my brothers had various looks of shock and amused grins. Butcher himself had his arms crossed over his massive chest to see how this played out, and a grin on his face. Some of the guys adjusted themselves, and that had me glaring. “Ripper, do something,” Mindy whimpered as she trembled where she stood. “Nope, I think my little slasher here is handling things all on her own,” I said, as I watched Cassie’s head turn towards me, and her eyes flashed with lvst. Oh, she liked me backing her up. Cassie turned back to Mindy and took the knife away from her face. I just stood there waiting. “If I were you, I’d back the fk away from me right now,” she said. Mindy hurriedly backed up, and then she turned and fled out the clubhouse doors. “Come on, killer, follow me,” I said, grabbing her hand and tugging her behind me. I heard a thunk, and some of the guys whistled. I stopped and turned and saw that Cassie had thrown the knife towards Becs, and it landed right in the middle of the sliced limes. Becs just had a huge smile on her face, and she waved at her sister. I saw Dozer leave his cue stick on the pool table and hurry over to Becs. I couldn’t wait any longer, and I lifted Cassie bridal style into my arms and raced to my room. Her arms went around my neck. I punched my code into my door lock and kicked it open, then kicked it closed as I stepped in. Cassie was kissing my ear, and it was driving me nuts. She was mewling and wiggling in my arms, trying to get me closer. “Hold on, baby, I’ll get us to the bed. Fk, your mouth is driving me insane.” “Drawing blood always makes me h0rny. Hurry, get us to the bed. I need to taste you,” she whispered into my ear. What. The. Fk. Did she just say drawing blood always makes her h0rny? This girl is something else. I tossed her on my bed, and she bounced. She got to her knees quickly and attacked my jeans. She ripped my belt off as I took my cut off and reached over to lay it on the chair by my bed. I pulled my shirt over my head. Cassie had my jeans open and my c0ck in her hand so fast. I moaned as she squeezed me, and then my knees almost buckled as she swallowed my shaft. She hit the back of her throat and gagged, but then she relaxed, and the rest of me went all the way in. I was not small. I’ve never been able to deep throat a girl, and many have tried. She was a fking pro. Did she say she'd only been with her boyfriend? Fk, that guy was dumb as sh1t. A girl who can swallow c1ck like this is rare, and he wants to try others? I might have to keep this one for a little bit. Wait, what the fk was I saying? She svcked me hard, and my eyes crossed. She was going to town on me. She grabbed my hands and put them on her head. Fk yes! She stilled, and I took over. I started to throat fk her like there was no tomorrow. The glide of my cock on her tongue sent shivers through me. The wet warmth of her mouth and the tightness of her throat as she swallowed had me groaning uncontrollably. “I’m about to cvm, Angel. Tap my thigh if you don’t want to swallow.” She did not tap my thigh, no, what she did was grab my @ss and pull me forward, so her nose was buried into my groin, and she made me stay there. She ran her tongue all around the underside of my d1ck, and I burst. Rope after rope of cvm went down her throat. She swallowed, and I fking whimpered. My legs trembled, and when she pulled back, there was no mess. She just looked at me and smiled. I growled and lunged at her. She squeaked. I tore at her dress, and it easily slid off her. Holy he’1l, she didn’t have any panties on. I looked at her, and she blushed. I grinned. How could this girl just svck me off like a fking p0rn star and then blush when I find out she was pantiless? I grabbed her ankles and yanked her down to the edge of the bed. I unbuckled her shoes and dropped them on the floor. I then ripped my boots and pants off. She gasped when I spread her, and dove between her legs to svck at her perfect, pretty pvssy, she screamed. I licked and svcked and fked her with my tongue. She begged me for more, and I took two fingers and slowly pushed them into her. “YEEEEESSSSS,” she yelled. She ground herself on my fingers and face. I curled my fingers and found that little sweet spot and rubbed it, flicking my tongue at her cl1t rapidly. A high-keening wail came out of her, and she gushed. She squirted all over me, and I lapped it up like it was my favorite drink. Fk, this girl was amazing. I kissed her thighs and torso, and then paid special attention to the gorgeous t1ts that she had. They perfectly fit in my hand, and I squeezed and rubbed her n1pples with my palms. I pinched them, and she moaned and arched her back. I pinched a little harder as I svcked the other. “Yes, Ripper, oh, god yes, that feels so good.” “You like your n1pples played with, baby?” “Mmmhmmm, harder.” I bit down on the n1pple in my mouth, and she exploded. Holy fk, I just made her cvm from just playing with her n1pples. That was a first for me. I scooted up a little more and kissed her. Our tongues tangled, and our kiss was hot. I reached over to the drawer by my bed and got a con‘d0m. I quickly lifted and rolled it down my hard shaft. As I did, I noticed the red lipstick that was all over it, and I fking loved it. I leaned over her again and looked her in the eyes. “Are you ready, baby?” “Yes, Ripper. Give it to me, please,” she begged. I started to ease into her. I had a lot of girth and length, and I didn’t want to rip her. But she had other ideas, and she grabbed my @ss, lifted her legs high up on my waist, and pulled me into her fast. “Fuuuuck, baby, you're so fking tight,” I croaked out as I lay my head against her forehead. She hummed, and then she started to move her hips. She was fking me. I was not about to be shown up. I grabbed one of her legs and put it on my shoulder, and I pulled out and slammed back into her. I did this over and over again. I swivel my hips in a circle as I slam in, and she screams in pleasure. “Fk, yes. Harder Ripper!” And harder I went. Sweat dripped from my brow and landed on her chest. She hummed and rubbed it into her skin. Dmn, that was sy as fk. I took her other leg and bent both at the knees, and moved closer to her so I could kiss her. Her knees landed right next to her head, and the angle made my d1ck hit that G sp0t. “RIPPPPEERRR!” she screamed, and I just knew everyone in the clubhouse heard her. I pumped 4 more times, and I roared as I came. Fk, it went on forever. My whole body shook with the force. Finally, I stopped, and I collapsed, catching myself on my elbows as I let go of her legs. She wrapped her legs and arms around me and hugged me to her. Her delicate hands moved up and down my back as I caught my breath. That was the best sx I have ever had. What the he11 just happened to me?