Viper put the last wrench in the toolbox and closed the lid. He was exhausted and needed a drink. The last two days were crazy busy.
Before the sun even rose, he was in the office working on paperwork. He had discovered that if he came in early, he could get more completed before the phone started ringing. After he finished the most important paperwork, he would head over to shop and help finish up the bike order, which needed to be completed by the end of the week. On top of all that, they had a gun shipment coming in on Saturday and they needed to deliver it to their buyers at the Tonto National Forest at midnight. They would have to hump it to get to the park in time, but the new addition to the shop would be paid for in full with it. And just maybe this would be the last time they would have to run guns. If so, this would be the final illegal business the Blood Demons would ever have to perform again.
“It was a good day, Viper,” Slammer said, wiping the grease off his hands. “We are going to make the deadline, unless something major fucks up.”
“Yeah,” Viper replied. “I should go back to the office and work on paperwork, but I need food, drink, and pussy, in that order.”
“If I was in your position, I would rethink that order,” Slammer laughed, slapping his brother on the back. He hated it was his fault that Viper was working so hard.
Ten years ago, when he had been framed for a murder which he didn’t commit. A dirty cop had it in for the club and specifically his father, Dagger, who had been the Road Captain for Viper’s dad. The cop planted evidence at the scene, which pointed the murder to Slammer. Well, he wasn’t called Slammer just yet. Before he had been convicted and thrown in prison, his road name was Joker.
Viper and his fellow brothers never stopped trying to figure out who had committed the crime. After the conviction, the first thing they did was fire their club attorney. As time passed by, it seemed all was lost. Then Esme walked into the clubhouse and stated she was taking over the case. Esme had grown up in the clubhouse, with her father being Marcus, Anvil’s VP and current advisor to the club. She spent countless hours going over the case until she found a surveillance video which showed who the murderer truly was, the dirty cop’s brother. The judge exonerated Joker with a sincere apology from the courts. Esme’s work wasn’t done. She was already planning to sue the city and state for false imprisonment. It took years, but Joker finally got the millions he deserved.
When Joker walked out of the prison gates, it was to find his brother waiting for him with a smile and his leather cut in his hands. Once they got back to the clubhouse, he found all of his brothers were holding a renaming party for him. He left for prison as Joker, but returned to the clubhouse as Slammer. The music was loud, booze was flowing, and the succubi were plentiful. Each one instructed to be available to Slammer’s needs.
It had been two years and six months since he had his cock in a hot, wet pussy. At one point, he had three women hanging around him wearing little or nothing, and he was about to stand to take them to his room when the door opened. He looked up and his world changed. She was short with dark hair which touched her shoulders. His cock came to life when he saw what she was wearing. It was a black leather jacket over a sheer bra, her nipples showing. Looking lower, he saw the tiniest pair of leather shorts and thigh high leather boots. He had never seen her here before, and he needed to know who she was. Slammer stood, dropping the succubi who had been sitting on his lap on the floor. Stepping over them, he headed towards Viper to see if he knew who the woman was.
“Brother, I would have thought you would be balls deep in a pussy right now,” Viper said, slapping his hand on Slammer's back.
“Me too, but do you know who that is over by the bar?”
Viper looked over and saw Foxy by the bar. He had hired her a year ago to work in the office. She was the full package, intelligent, witty, sexy, and didn’t take shit from anyone. Never once did he have thoughts of being anything other than an employer to her. “That is Foxy, my secretary.”
“Is she yours?” Slammer asked, disappointment in his voice.
“No, man. She just works in the office. Come on, I’ll introduce you.”
They walked over to the bar, and Viper tapped Foxy on the shoulder. “Foxy, let me introduce you to the man of the hour, Slammer.”
Foxy looked up at the man, giving him a small smile. She had heard all about Viper’s VP, who had been sent to prison for a crime he didn’t commit. However, she never suspected how fucking hot he was. Damn, her panties were already wet, but she didn’t trust men.
She moved here from the nightmare she had lived in all life. Her mother died when she was little, beaten to death by her abusive father. The night she left home, her father had informed her that he had sold her to the bookie who he owed money to. Packing everything she owned in one small suitcase, she climbed out her window and walked to the bus station. Using the money she made at the diner, she caught the bus, not caring where it was going, just as long as it was far away from this hellhole. When the bus stopped in Phoenix, she stepped off and sighed. It was only by chance she met Viper. She had spent all the money she had on the bus ticket, so had to live on the street until she could find a place to work. It had been two days since she had eaten, but it didn’t deter her from walking the streets looking for work. She was walking beside a parking lot where lots of motorcycles were parked. When she looked across, she saw a large metal building, which looked like a garage, and beside that was another building, two stories high. A sign over the door read, Blood Demons. The wind changed directions and the smell of food floated towards her and her stomach growled. It wasn’t until that moment that she realized just how hungry she was. Her head spun, and she reached out to the fence to steady herself. Blinking several times, she tried to fight back the darkness, however, the darkness won. When she opened her eyes, she was no longer outside but on a couch in what looked like a bar. The man sitting beside her introduced himself as Viper and explained how they had found her unconscious. He asked her name, and she told him, Alice. They talked a little more and she opened up about everything. Viper felt sorry for her, so he asked if she would like to work in the office for him. She quickly accepted, and she didn't regret it.
Viper had been so good to her, she couldn’t be rude to his friend. “Hello,” she said.
“Well, I am going to leave you two. I have a prior engagement that I need to fuck,” Viper said, giving Foxy a wink.
“Would you like another drink?” Slammer asked.
“I am fine right now,” Foxy replied. He may be sexy as fuck, but that didn’t mean she was going to jump on his dick.
“Can I get you something to eat?” he asked.
“No, thank you,” she replied.
Slammer ran his hand through his hair, not knowing what to do next. This had never happened to him before. Women always vied for his attention and his dick, which was legendary around the clubhouse. There was only one other person in the club who was larger, of course, that was Viper. Hell, they should have called him Python. The song changed and a song which was befitting of Foxy’s beauty came on. Slammer would give it one more shot. “Would you like to dance?”
Foxy wanted to say no, but when she looked up into his sky-blue eyes, she couldn’t. “Yes.”
Slammer was prepared to hear no, so when she said yes, he was momentarily shocked. With a massive smile, he placed his hand on her lower back and led her to the center of the dance floor. He wanted every fucker in the room to know he was claiming her. As the Guns N’ Roses song, November Rain played, Slammer wrapped his arms around Foxy’s tiny waist, and she wrapped her arms around his neck. Their bodies pressed together as they swayed to the song. By the time the song ended, they were irrevocably bound to each other. Three months later, they were married in Vegas, with several of his club brothers in attendance. Unfortunately, the entire lot of them were kicked out of the hotel for partying too loud.
They started trying right away to start a family, but month after month, their hearts were broken. Time marched on and instead of allowing the fact they couldn’t get pregnant bring them down, they continued on. They lived life to the fullest. Both enjoyed getting tattoos, taking long rides on Slammer’s bike and fucking like rabbits.
Five months ago, Foxy got up to get ready for work, and as soon as she sat up, she felt like she was going to throw up. She placed her hand over her mouth and ran to the bathroom. Moments later, Slammer was behind her, holding her hair and rubbing her back. When she was finished, she sat on the floor and willed her stomach to stop rolling.
Slammer was so worried about her, he called Doc to come over and check her out. Thirty minutes later, Doc was in their bedroom, giving Foxy a once over. Not finding anything wrong, he could only think of a few things it could be. After questioning Foxy about other possible symptoms she might have been experiencing, but not aware of, Doc had a good idea of what was happening with Foxy. He suspected she was pregnant. Reaching in his bag, he pulled out a pregnancy test and told her to go pee on the stick. Five minutes later, Foxy and Slammer were wrapped in each other’s arms with tears in their eyes. After years of trying, they were going to be parents. Doc gave them the name of the best OB in town. She was known to be very good with her patients.
Foxy and Slammer went to their appointment two weeks later, and Dr. Dwyer confirmed they were definitely pregnant. Dr. Dwyer completed her examination and explained what they might expect over the next few months. The last thing she wanted to do was an ultrasound. Rubbing the wand over Foxy’s belly, she quickly found the fast heartbeat of their baby. However, as soon as Dr. Dwyer moved the wand further to the right, she found another heartbeat, which meant they were having twins. Continuing her checks, Dr. Dwyer moved the wand to the left side and once more she found another heartbeat.
When Dr. Dwyer announced they were expecting triplets, Slammer thought for sure he was going to pass out. Before they left, Dr. Dwyer handed them the ultrasound picture of their little babies and information about having multiples. They went back to the clubhouse and announced their happy news.
Foxy’s pregnancy was going well until her blood pressure became dangerously high. Her doctor put her on bed rest until the little ones were ready to be born. Slammer knew that with Foxy not in the office, his friend was trying to do everything all by himself.
Viper and Slammer walked out of the garage to find Red standing in the parking lot. “Hey Red, are you needing something?” Viper asked.
“No. I am just waiting for my friend,” Red answered.
“Who?” Slammer asked.
“My high school friend who lives in New York. She is coming to stay with me for a little while.”
“Has she been here before?” Viper asked.
“Once a long time ago. We went to school together in Tucson, before I moved here my senior year. Her daddy sent her off to school in New York and she has been living there for the last sixteen years,” Red explained. Just as she finished, the roar of a motorcycle could be heard coming down the street and it pulled into the parking lot.
Viper looked up at hearing the sound and knew immediately it was a 1949 Panhead. When it turned into the parking lot, he saw a woman astride of the sexy motorcycle. The rider came right up to them and stopped. Kicking out the kickstand, the rider dismounted the bike and when she did, Viper got a good look at her sexy ass. Damn, it was hot as hell and he could imagine himself grabbing onto it as he drove his cock deep inside her. Lost in thoughts of fucking her, he didn’t see her take off her helmet.
“BELLA!” Red yelled, running toward her friend and enveloping her in a hug.
Viper snapped out of his thoughts when he heard Red scream out at Bella. Looking up, he saw the woman whose ass he had been staring at and his cock twitched. Holy fuck, she was stunning. She was about five foot seven, with long silver hair, and a body that would make a priest forget his vows.
“Fuck, Red, I had forgotten how fucking hot it is here,” Bella said, pulling away from her hug and unzipped her leather jacket and pulled it off.
Viper couldn’t look away as the woman removed her jacket and when she did, she had on a tank top which hugged her ample breast. She turned towards him and he saw her nipples through the shirt, which meant she wasn’t wearing a bra. Another look, he saw the outline of metal. Holy mother fucking fuck, she had pierced nipples.
“Damn, Bella, you look great for someone who rode a bike all the way from New York,” Red said, looking at her friend up and down. They had talked on the phone and video chatted for years, but it was still a shock at how stunning her friend was in person. Glancing over to Viper, she saw him staring at Bella. In all the years she had known Viper, she never once saw him look at a woman like he was Bella. “Viper, Slammer, this is my best friend, Bella. Bella, this Viper and Slammer.”
Bella turned to shake hands with the guys Red introduced, and when she did, she gasped. The one guy was tall, with long hair, and blue eyes. He was nice looking, but he was nowhere near as good looking as the guy beside him. He was tall, at least six foot two or three, with reddish brown hair and green eyes. Viper was wearing a pair of jeans which hugged his thick thighs and she bet an ass was made to be gripped as he fucked a pussy with long, hard thrusts. A leather cut covered the black t-shirt that stretched across his broad chest and shoulders. Blood Demons were stitched on one side and on the other was a patch with the word President.
Shit, she had forgotten that Phoenix was the home of the Blood Demons and it never occurred to her that her friend Red was part of the club. It wasn’t a subject which had been brought up during their many conversations. Many years ago, Rose had changed her name to Red, because Rose didn’t sound tough. Red was a Bail Bondsman and Bounty Hunter. Bella never figured it tied her in with the Blood Demons.
Viper couldn’t take his eyes off Bella. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, and the fact she was covered in tattoos only added to her beauty. Reaching out his hand, he waited for her to do the same. “Welcome to Phoenix, Bella.”
Bella placed her hand into his and when she did, a familiar tingle shot through her body. She couldn’t figure out why it felt familiar. “Thank you.”
“You have a fucking nice bike,” Viper said. “Did you really ride it all the way from New York?”
“Yeah,” Bella chuckled. “And my thighs and ass are killing me.”
Viper couldn’t help but laugh at her comment. However, there was something eerily familiar about her laugh. He didn’t know what it was, but it was like he had heard it before. “I know you just got here, and are exhausted, but would like to come over to the club for something to eat and a drink.”
“Yeah, Bella, the food is great, and the liquor is strong,” Red advised, then closer to Bella. “And a lot of thick, long cocks.”
Bella’s pussy clinched at Red’s comment. She took a quick glance at Viper’s denim covered groin. A sly smile broke out as she saw, in fact, that Viper was packing a fucking massive lead pipe in his pants. Roaming her eyes up, she met his gaze. “Sounds good, but is there somewhere I can clean up?”
“You can use my apartment. It is above the club,” Viper offered.
Slammer and Red’s mouth fell open. Viper allowed no one in his apartment. When he fucked a woman, he would use a bedroom in the back of the club.
“Are you sure?” Bella asked, as her pink tongue slipped out of mouth and licked her lips.
“Yeah, I’m sure. Where are your bags?” Viper asked.
“On the back of the bike,” Bella answered. “And where can I park my ride?”
Viper looked around and saw Kevlar walking their way. “Hey, man, do you mind taking Bella’s bike and putting it in my private garage.”
“Holy shit, is that a 1949 Panhead?” Kevlar exclaimed.
“Yeah. I found it in a junkyard in upstate New York. It was in horrible condition and it took me two years to get it back to its original glory,” Bella said.
“You work on bikes?” Viper asked in surprise.
“Yeah, but I make my living as a tattoo artist.”
Viper took a step closer and inspected the tattoos he could see. He would love to see all of them, especially the ones under her clothes. “You have some great tats. I don’t suppose you did them yourself.”
“No, my mentor did them for me. My brag book is in my message bag, if you would like to see my work,” Bella said, looking at the visible ink on Viper’s body. “I see you have a few yourself.”
“I do. Maybe you can give me your professional opinion of them,” Viper suggested. “And advise me on a new one.”
For the first time since Edward, she was actually interested in a man for more than sex, and it scared her.