Every day, I walk through with a cup of coffee, first thing and check everything over. It’s surreal knowing that I built this club. We’ve grown a lot too. It’s still Smokey, Blaze, Torch, and Bronx, but now we also have Scot, Nightmare, Saint, Sinner. And our newest brother, Chaos.
When the club was built, I asked all the Nomads to join us, but they weren’t ready to trade in their patch yet, which is fine. They stop in from time to time and catch up. I’ve made it very clear that they’ll always have a place here waiting for them.
Growing up, I thought I’d never have anything, and now I feel like I’ve got it all. I have strong, loyal brothers at my table, and Odin is thriving. He actually walks around smiling sometimes. My club is running successfully, finally making some decent money and I’ve got the best fuckin’ bitch a biker could ever wish for.
ODIN
After we eat, Ihelp Princess clear off the table. I’ve learned that if I help her out, then she’ll let me use her car or take me with her when she grocery shops. I’ve gained twenty pounds since I came to live with her and my brother. At this rate, I’ll be bigger than him in no time.
Making an excuse to be back, I grab my favorite club whore’s wrist, tugging her along behind me. They don’t realize I’m about to be seventeen, or they do and just don’t care. We get to the bathroom, and I pull her into the largest stall, pushing lightly on her shoulders.
Sinking to her knees eagerly, she opens my pants enough to free my stiff cock. The food was good, but once the turkey settled, all I could think of was how damn horny I’d become.
Immediately, she takes my length in her warm, wet mouth as far as she can go, her eyes widening as I get closer to her throat. The club whores like to take turns with me to see if one can make me say anything. I don’t moan or talk; I’m there to get off not hear my voice.
She starts in on my favorite move. I like to call it the ‘Triple Whammy.’ She’s the only one who does it, gripping my cock tightly she twists her palm over the base, at the same time she uses her nails to scratch lightly over my sack and continue to suck on my cock. All at once.
Within minutes she has me exploding, pumping my cum down her throat in pure ecstasy.
Once we’re cleaned up, I offer to find her later and finger fuck her if she wants. She’s a club whore, so of course she agrees.
Mercy sends me a text, freaking out because I haven’t messaged her all day, but I ignore it. Instead, I grab the flowers off my dresser that I bought earlier when I went to pick up ice for the club. Tossing them in the passenger seat of Princess’ car, I head over to Mom’s; thinking on the way about Mercy breaking up with me a few weeks ago. I haven’t told anyone about it yet.
Last year when Mom got so sick, we were over there pretty much every day with Princess. When Mom was having a good day, I’d sit in her room with her, and she’d tell me a bunch of crazy stories about everything. Then when she’d had a bad day, I’d hold her hand and tell her how important she was to us all.
My brother thinks I’ve made changes because of him, but it was really for her. I didn’t want mom to know my cold side, especially when she filled my heart with so much love.
Picking up the flowers, I remove the outer plastic wrap, throwing it on the floorboard. She was in luck at the store; I found her favorites, a big bundle of Gerbera daisies. I try not to slam the door as I climb out, but the wind catches it, making the noise echo around me.
Princess still meets me with a friendly wave regardless. She thinks she’s like her father, which she is, but she’s also filled to the brim with warmth from her mother.
My brother lets her go long enough for her to wrap me in a hug and smell the flowers. Tilting her head up, her eyes shiny with tears, she smiles softly and whispers, “She will love them, Odin. You make me so proud to have you in my life.”
When she releases me, I bend; kneeling at Mom’s grave to whisper how much I miss her, but also to thank her for leaving me with someone who loves me.
This may not be the ending you were hoping for. It wasn’t for me either. I cried the entire time I wrote it, even during the sexy times because I could feel where this story was taking me, and I was fighting it. I’m still crying as I write this. I feel like I’m betraying Prez by not giving him his happily ever after, but through life comes hardships. While this is fiction, I want to bring you pieces of realistic hardships people face as well.
I want you to smile at funny parts, get excited during a sex scene, anxious when there’s suspense and most of all I want you to cry if a part makes you sad enough to. If any of that happens, then I did my job by making you feel. If you were able to experience even a fraction of what I felt when writing it, then thank you. That’s the best compliment I can receive.