CROSSING THE LINE Page 3

  She squirmed beneath me, as my tongue darted out, licking the creamy white skin of her neck, and down to her chest. She gasped when my mouth latched onto her hard and perky nipple, sucking gently, teasing it with my tongue.

  “I need you, Bear,” she moaned, and I was done for.

  I gritted my teeth, trying to stay in control. “It’s our first time. I don’t want to rush this.”

  “Please!” she begged, and that’s all it took.

  She cried out as I shifted and sank myself deep inside her slick, warm pussy. I moved slow and felt Holly wrapped tightly around me. Her nails dug into my back as I reached down between us and rubbed her clit gently until she screamed her release. Suddenly I was brought to the edge and over it, pumping inside her faster, harder. I groaned as I came, filling her up and making her mine.

  Bear held me tightly in his bed as we both calmed our fast beating hearts. He combed his fingers through my hair, making me feel cherished and protected. He was an outlaw, a killer. And he killed two men the night before. To save me.

  It didn’t take much to get my brother riled up, and I’d seen Duncan pissed off before, but I’d never seen all that anger and hatred gleaming in his eyes over Bear.

  “What are you thinkin’ about, darlin’?” His voice was low and relaxed.

  I looked up into his blue eyes. “My brother is very protective over me. To the point that he’s scared away every guy I’ve dated. But you’re different than all the other guys. You’re more like him. And that’s what I’m terrified of, because he’s going to want to kill you.”

  He smirked. “You’re right. I’m not like the other boys you dated. Don’t worry your pretty head about it. This is between Duncan and me; it’s club business now. I’ll talk to him, because there’s no way in hell I’m letting you go.”

  I feared I would someday regret every chance I had to be joined with this man. I was tender and a bit sore, but I didn’t care. I climbed on top of Bear and straddled him. He was instantly hard and I reached down, guiding his thickness inside me again. I whimpered at the delicious pain and the erotic sensations that coursed through my body. I moved slowly, riding him as I looked into his blue eyes and dug my nails into his big burly chest covered in a sheen of sweat.

  * * *

  It was late in the afternoon before we left Bear’s bed. I wanted to stay, but he told me to go home where he knew I’d be safe. Before I left, we exchanged numbers; Bear scribbled his pager number in the palm of my hand, and I scribbled my home number into his. He gave me a long, passionate kiss that just set me on fire all over again.

  “Now, get that sweet little ass home. And stay there. Don’t go anywhere for the next few days until I call you.”

  I left Bear’s trailer, and when I pulled up to the front of my house, I saw my parents’ old station wagon parked in the driveway. I parked my car behind it, ran into the house, and collided with my pops, hugging him tightly.

  “There’s my baby girl!” he said as he wrapped his arms around me.

  “I’m so glad you and Mom are finally home,” I said as I exhaled with relief.

  He pulled away. “Are you okay, Holly?”

  I tried to hold back the tears, but I couldn’t. “Yeah, Pops. I’m okay.”

  He pointed to the hole in the wall by the front door. “What in the hell happened here? Did Duncan do that?”

  “Something terrible happened the other night at the store, Pops. I was attacked.”

  He looked down seeing my tears. Pops was just as protective as Duncan, but without his violent nature. But his eyes turned from a look of worry to anger. “What happened at the store? Who attacked you? Did you call the police?”

  “No. I couldn’t call the police. You need to talk to Duncan before you go to the store or even the police, Pop.”

  “Goddammit!” he shouted. “What did he do now? That son of mine has bad blood running through his veins! There’s no future for him as long as he lives his life in a motorcycle gang. He’s going to get himself locked up in prison for life—or killed!”

  My mom appeared from the kitchen and pulled me into her arms. My baby girl… What happened? Are you hurt?”

  “I’m a bit shook up, Mom, but I’m okay.”

  “We should take you to see a doctor!”

  I shook my head. “No, Mom. Really, I’m okay. It could’ve been worse. But Bear saved me.”

  “Who’s Bear?”

  “He came into the store a few days ago. He’s a member of a motorcycle club, too, like Duncan. And I’m in love with him.” There, I said it. I knew deep inside that I’d fallen in love with him the moment he walked into my store, and I looked into his eyes as blue as mine.

  Pops snatched his keys from the kitchen counter. “You two stay here. I’m going to find that no-good son of mine and talk or beat some sense into him!” He stormed out the door and drove off in the station wagon.

  I rode along with Cain and Rex to our clubhouse late afternoon the next day. We kicked the stands down, climbed off our bikes and passed around a lit joint. A few minutes later, Diezel pulled in, along with his VP, Jagger, and Mace. Diezel had daggers in his eyes as he climbed off his bike. A fast-moving thunderstorm came through when the six of us went inside the clubhouse and sat together at the table. Cain sat at his spot at head of the table, and Diezel sat at on the other end.

  Diezel got the endorsement from his mother chapter in Baltimore to patch the Hellions over. Diamond clubs along the mid-Atlantic coast knew who Stryker was and heard the story of how he avenged the deaths of his brother and pregnant ol’ lady. He pulled a lot of weight and controlled the drugs and underground fighting in Baltimore.

  Cain would become the Prez of the new Petersburg Chapter, Rex the VP, and I would keep my position as Sgt. at Arms. Mace was delegated to be the overseer of the new chapter, making sure we abide by Berzerker Bylaws and attend church for the next six months.

  Then Diezel threw in the one condition as he pointed a finger at me. “And you. Stay the fuck away from Holly. I’m keeping her out of the club life.”

  I shook my head slowly as I stared at him. “It’s too late, Diezel. She belongs to me now.”

  Diezel stood, clenching his fists. “She’s not some fucking club whore, motherfucker!”

  “Holly may be your little sister, but she’s a grown woman. She can make her own decisions. And I’m pretty sure she wants me to stick around since I just had her in my bed yesterday morning.”

  I did a sideways glance at Mace as he raked a hand through his hair. Guilt was written all over his face for giving Holly my address. I wanted to keep that little bit of info I could use over Mace someday if I needed it.

  “You and me outside.”

  I stood from my chair. “Let’s do this.”

  The six of us stepped outside the clubhouse. The clouds opened up and rain poured down, soaking us as Diezel shrugged his rags off and handed them to Mace. I did the same, handing mine to Cain. He came at me with the first throw with a hard punch to my lip. A good one too, as I’d underestimated him.

  I tasted blood and wiped it from my lip, then I smiled at him. “Now, it’s my turn.”

  My knuckles smashed into Diezel’s nose, and blood spurted all over his face, some of it landing on me too. I leaned in, grabbing him around the waist and took him down to the asphalt. Bits and pieces of gravel and glass dug into our skin as we wrestled, pounding our fists into each other’s faces and ribs. My last strike was a punch to his dick and he roared with pain.

  He let me go as both his hands went to his crotch. “You cunt! That’s a cheap fucking shot!”

  I sat back, panting. “Yeah, well, I don’t fight fair. I fight dirty.”

  We both stood to catch our breath, Diezel hunched over, still holding his dick. Then the rain suddenly stopped and the sun came peeking out through the dark clouds as they drifted away.

  He spat a wad of blood, and it landed on my boot. “If I get even a whiff from anyone that you hurt Holly, I’ll kill you.�
�� He took his rags back from Mace, putting it back on. He limped back to his bike as Mace and Jagger followed behind.

  Diezel climbed back on his bike, revving his throttle a few times before hollering over to Cain, “Hold church with your club and get a tally on who’s patching over as Berzerker and who won’t. And those who won’t, they’re on their own. And every member turns in their colors and we’ll burn them Saturday night at the patch over party.”

  * * *

  Holly met me over at my trailer later that afternoon. She hurried through the door, wearing a long flowy dress with flowers on it, and jumped on me. Wrapping her arms around my shoulders, she squealed as I grabbed her soft little ass cheeks in my hands. I sported a hard-on straightaway. Then she noticed I was soaking wet and saw my cut lip and the scrapes on my arms from the gravel and glass. I only filled her in on the fight I just had with Diezel.

  Holly’s brows shot up. “You punched him in the dick?”

  I chuckled. “Yeah. He was just as surprised as you look right now. But it’s settled between him and me. At least for now.”

  I grunted when Holly smashed her soft lips against mine. We couldn’t get enough of each other. I wanted Holly underneath me that instant. She hiked her dress up and wrapped her legs around me as I carried her to the couch. My hand moved up under her dress, over her thigh to her warm soft center.

  “Fuck. You’re not wearing panties,” I groaned.

  She giggled but was cut short and cried out as I plunged two thick fingers inside her warm, tight pussy. She was already wet for me, and I fumbled with my belt and zipper.

  Shoving my boxers and jeans down, I thrusted all of my aching dick inside her, stretching her, filling her up. “I want to be inside you all day, every day, Holly.”

  Her arms wrapped around me and she dug her fingers into my rags. “Just keep me here with you, Bear! Don’t let me go!”

  “Never!” I roared as I pumped into her harder and faster and came into her warm softness.

  Bear stripped us both naked and carried me down the hall. He put me down in the shower and climbed in with me. I was totally exhausted, and my limbs felt heavy as he washed my body and my hair. I sighed as his huge, gentle hands massaged my scalp. We toweled off and laid together in his bed. No man had ever shown me so much tenderness as this giant of a man who had killed men to save me.

  My fingers feathered up and down his wide chest and I inhaled his clean male scent. “I love you, Bear,” I whispered.

  He lifted my chin and looked into my eyes. “And I love you, Holly.”

  I sat up and smiled, “I want to move in here with you. I’m a good cook, and I can clean up around here for you.”

  Bear sat up, placing his hands behind his head, and smiled back. He looked like a big content teddy bear. “Oh, yeah? What about your parents? Not sure they’d be too keen on you living in a shithole trailer park with an outlaw biker.”

  “I told my mom and pops all about you the other day. They just got home from Louisville. I broke down and told them about what happened at the store. Pops saw the hole my brother left in the wall, too, and stormed out of the house to go find him.”

  “Don’t think that went over too well.”

  “Duncan, or Diezel, whatever he wants to be called, can go to hell for all I care. My parents know that you saved me when I was attacked. And they know that I love you.”

  Bear went from relaxed and smiling to looking fierce. “Holly, the club life is hard, especially on young, pretty girls like you. It’s dirty, and it can be deadly.”

  I huffed and climbed out of bed, “You don’t want me here, do you?”

  “Don’t spaz out on me, girl.” His voice was low, but his eyes drifted down my body as I stood there naked and angry. “I do want you, all the fucking time! You just need to understand that club life is not easy.”

  “I’m not spazzing out! If you love me, then that’s all that matters. I do want to live here with you. Be with you.”

  “Come back here.” He was quick and pulled me back in the bed on top of warm hard body. “Go home and pack your clothes and things. You belong to me now and in my bed.”

  * * *

  Bear was right, Pops was not at all amped about me packing my things. He was already in a rare mood, because apparently, he almost got into a fist fight with Duncan about what happened to me at the store. Mom was in tears, but I hugged her tightly and reassured her that I was only a few miles away. I told Pops I planned on coming back to the store and help out once he was ready to open it up for business in the next few days.

  For the first time in my life, I actually felt free when I moved in with Bear. I loved Mom and Pops, and I knew how lucky I was to have parents who loved me just as much. But I wasn’t a little girl anymore. My sheltered life was no more and my world was turned upside down the night I was attacked. And it changed me forever. It was time for me to leave the nest and live my own life and live it with Bear.

  The weekend came and Bear was about to leave for the patched over party. He shrugged his rags on, looking down the front of it. “Well, I guess this is the last night I’ll be wearing Hellion colors. When I come home tomorrow morning, I’ll be a Berzerker.”

  I tiptoed and kissed him. “What happens to your Hellion rags?”

  He wagged his finger. “Club business, darlin’.”

  I groaned. “Why can’t I come tonight?”

  “No, Holly. It’s club business. No ol’ ladies allowed tonight.”

  I stepped back and crossed my arms. “Oh, but club whores are okay. I’ve heard stories about what goes on at these kinds of parties, Bear. Naked sleazebags and orgies!”

  He grinned, and I wanted to sock him in the arm. “You’re cute when you’re mad.” He leaned down, planting a long passionate kiss on my lips, and I couldn’t help but moan. “I’ve got some movies on video tape in the living room. Find one you wanna watch, and I’ll be home in the morning. Just ignore the porno.”

  I fidgeted and paced the small living room in the trailer soon after Bear left. I didn’t want to be alone all night long imagining Bear with a bunch of club whores sitting on his lap or doing other things.

  I picked up Bear’s telephone in the kitchen and called my friend Crystal. I hadn’t seen her since that night at the biker bar. It seemed so long ago when Bear kissed me in that bathroom and ignited something deep inside me that was both frightening and exciting all at the same time.

  Crystal jotted down the directions and drove over, carrying a six-pack of Bartles & Jaymes wine coolers in each hand. I only told her that the man I met that night was now my boyfriend, and I was living with him now.

  She sat down on the couch and handed me a wine cooler. “That is totally righteous, Holly! I bet your brother is wigged-out about it!”

  I twisted the bottle cap off and took a nice, long drink. “Yeah, he was and probably still is. Bear doesn’t tell me much about what happens in the club to protect me. All I know is that they got into a fight over me.”

  I caught myself, wanting so much to tell Crystal how I was attacked at the store, but it would have been a bad idea. I left that part out because I didn’t want to frighten her and she was safe not knowing everything that happened. Especially with what happened to those men Bear killed and without a doubt, buried in shallow graves somewhere between Petersburg and Richmond.

  We giggled as we looked through Bear’s collection of videos and found the movie Rocky. We slid the videotape into the VHS player and watched it together, drinking wine coolers until late at night.

  * * *

  My eyes fluttered open as I woke up to the feel of Bear’s beard and lips brushing along my neck. He smelled like whiskey and smoke from a campfire. My nipples hardened, and I stretched.

  He groaned in my ear, “I love coming home to your sexy little body in my bed.”

  The Petersburg clubhouse was packed full for Hellion’s patch over. Every Berzerker from both Richmond and Baltimore were there. Stryker, along with his VP, Rubik s
tood with Diezel and Jagger. Cain held a club vote the day before and every member of Hellion were all in for the patch over to become Berzerkers.

  A pile of stacked wooden pallets outside the clubhouse were set on fire and Hellion rags were shrugged off and thrown in. Diezel shook a can of black spray paint and blackened Hellion MC on the clubhouse wall and BERZERKERS MC was sprayed over it in red spray paint. Diezel handed out our three-piece Berzerker patches, with the bottom rocker that read “Petersburg, VA”.

  He stood beside Stryker and spoke to us all. “Hellion MC is no more. You all are now Berzerkers and our brothers. Our chapters are strong and our numbers will grow. Berzerkers ride hard core and live by our own laws, not the laws of society. Stryker leads our mother chapter in Baltimore. Every one of you will learn the Berzerker Code and Bylaws. The number one law that all Berzerkers will live by: you turn on your brother, you’ll die. If anyone attacks one of us, or our family, they become our enemy. And we as brothers will go berserk on our enemies and kill them all.”

  He raised his right arm, holding a revolver. “Now let’s christen this fucking shindig with booze, drugs, and pussy!” Then he fired it, followed by hollers, cussing, and shouts.

  The night was long and full of crazy shit with club whores galore dancing to Motley Crue blaring from a boom box and giving out blow jobs right there in the open. I stood beside Mace near the blazing bonfire, passing him a joint when a dark-haired chick danced her way toward me.

  She was trashed, and her eyes couldn’t even focus on my face. “Want me to suck your dick?”