In Too Deep (Motorcycle Club Erotic Romance) (2 page)

Big Dave grumbled, then began the process of getting up. It took him awhile but he finally managed. Clutch got out and Amber followed him. She had a plan.

He went into the men’s room and she went into the ladies’. In the mirror, she checked her hair and her makeup. “You are a sexy bitch,” she said out loud.

She took a deep breath then went out the door and across the hall into the men’s bathroom. Clutch was zipping up his pants and didn’t seem surprised to see her in there. She wondered how often girls came with him into a bar bathroom.

“I think you went in the wrong door,” he said.

She smiled. “I’m not that drunk.”

He laughed.

“Why do you keep laughing at me,” she asked.

“I don’t know. I’m not laughing at you. You’re just cute. It makes me happy.” He started washing his hands and they looked at each other in the mirror.

“Oh yeah?” she said.

“What you didn’t know you were cute? Is it just a coincidence your fine ass is hanging out of those cutoffs making every guy in here wish he was with you.” He dried his hands on his pants.

“Maybe,” she said, right next to him now.

He grabbed her around the waist, pulled her in close to him and they kissed. The sweet taste of whiskey came off his breath as his tongue pushed into her mouth and she ran her hands through his thick, blonde hair.

Mouths still locked together, he turned her around and lifted her up onto the counter next to the sink. She wrapped her legs around him and squeezed and pulled him in close. His hands moved up from her hips, under her halter top and took hold of her breast, squeezing it hard as she moaned encouragement.

He took his hand from her breast and ran it up along the delicate, smooth skin of her inner thigh until he came to the opening of her shorts. They were skin tight but he managed to get two fingers underneath them and he probed with them until he found what he was looking for. She was soaking wet with excitement and his fingers slid into her like a well-oiled piston. Moaning again, she bit his lip.

Amber wanted to get close to this guy if he had business with Big Dave but she wasn’t sure if it was worth having sex with him in a bathroom. Her body was saying something different though. The way the biker was touching her with his rough hands, the smell of his leather jacket, she wanted him.

Then the door opened and one of the regulars came in. The guy obviously saw them but paid no attention and walked over to the urinal. Clutch broke away from her and turned around.

“Hey, buddy, the bathroom’s occupied.”
 

The guy turned to face him. “I gotta piss.”

“Well, go outside.”

The guy stood there, maybe sizing Clutch up. He must have decided he could take him because he told him to fuck off then turned to pee.

Then, from nowhere it seemed, a knife appeared in Clutch’s right hand and he grabbed the guy by the back of his collar.

“I’m asking you nicely,” he said, his words coming out calm and even.

The man saw the knife and he raised his hand up to his face as if to protect it. “Yeah, sure, man. No problem.”

Clutch let him go and the man hurried out. The outlaw came back to her with a grin on his face.

“Jesus christ,” she said.

“What? I wouldn’t have cut him.”

She didn’t believe him. And it scared her to know he was capable of such sudden and casual violence. When an undercover was outed, it never, ever ended well for them.

The door opened again, and someone started to come in but when they saw the biker standing there, grinning, a long knife in his hand, they backed out again. Clutch put the knife away then kissed her again.

“Are you afraid of me?” he said.

“Should I be?”

“Maybe. You wanna get out of here?”

She nodded.

When they came back to the booth, the waitress was laid out on the table, and Big Dave watched as Free-ball drank whiskey out of her belly button then did a bump of coke off her breast. The girl looked up at Amber, smiled and shrugged.

“Hey Ball,” Clutch said. “Let’s ride.”

“Come on dude, I’m just starting to have fun here.”

“Bring her with you then.”

“Brilliant,” Free-Ball said. “You my friend, are fucking brilliant. Hey honey you wanna go to a party?”

“Why not,” she said.

“Wait,” Big Dave said, “you can’t take all my girls. Who’s gonna run the bar?”

“You do it, Fat Man,” Free-ball said and they left.

Chapter 3

The night air was hot and dry and the wind scorched over them as the machines tore down the road, their custom exhaust pipes rumbling low and hard, rippling out far across the flat desert plain.

If the outlaws were drunk, it didn’t show in their driving. Amber didn’t like the idea of getting on the back of the bike after all that whiskey but she had no choice really. This was the best lead she’d had in two months; also the only man she’d had for that matter. She held her arms tight around Clutch’s stomach, keeping her head behind him for the most part to block the wind, enjoying the ride.

The motorcycle vibrated beneath her and she tilted her pelvis forward slightly and smiled as the sensation became more intense. The tingling spread out from between her thighs and she started to get wet again. Her hands moved down to the biker’s bulge. She cupped it and his muscled chest shook with laughter.

They pulled up to a large white house outside of town. The front yard was like a parking lot with cars and bikes everywhere, some people milling around between them. Clutch and Free-ball parked their bikes up in front of the house and they all got off.

“That was amazing,” she said.

“Was that really your first time on a bike?” Clutch said.

She nodded.

“Yeah, I could tell.” He smirked at her and she could feel her face turning red.

The whiskey and the ride over had her buzzing nicely and she wondered what the outlaw’s cock might feel like inside her.

The inside was packed with people drinking and smoking and enjoying themselves. Free-ball and the waitress took off through the crowd and Clutch led her to an empty seat on a couch in the living room.

“You want a drink?” he asked.

“I’ll take a beer.” He left to get it, leaving her alone with the throng of leathered outlaws.

On the couch across from her, a bald man with a long beard sat between two chicks sharing a joint with them. When he noticed Amber sitting there, he held the joint up offering it to her but she shook her head no and smiled. He shrugged and handed it to the girl next to him who was eye-balling Amber.

The way the girl was looking at her, she thought maybe it was a mistake not to have taken the hit. The FBI allowed agents to use drugs undercover if they had to but she’d rather be as clear-headed as possible.

Something crashed behind her and she jumped to her feet. A guy had fallen, or rather had been thrown it seemed, into a small wooden table. He and the table now laid in a broken mess on the floor and another larger guy stood over him grinning, his teeth covered in blood which was now dripping down his chin.

A group gathered and laughed at the man on the ground, just laying there, rubbing his forehead. Someone started to pour beer on his face and that jarred him enough to stagger to his feet. The bloody mouth guy, still with his fists clenched, moved forward and it looked like he was going to knock the other one out again but then they hugged each other like old buddies and the crowd shoved beers into their hands.

Clutch came back, handed her a bottle of beer, and sat down next to her with his arm around her shoulder.

She sipped her beer then started into him.

“So, how do you know Big Dave?”

“He’s a fat fucker isn’t he?” Not answering her question.

“Yeah, he is. I’ve only been working there a couple months.”

“You like it?”

“It’s okay I guess. Big Dave’s kind of an asshole.” Trying to get him going on that subject.

“He’s not so bad once you get to know him.”

“You’ve known him a while?”

“Kinda. My family’s been friends with his family since way back.”

“Oh yeah?” Hoping he would elaborate but instead he looked around the room like he might be getting bored with her.

“This is a wild party,” she said. “While you were gone there was a fight.”

“Nah,“ he said. “This is tame. And that was no fight.”

A young, pretty girl wearing jeans and a t-shirt, barefoot, came up to them.

“Hey baby,” she said as she sat down into Clutch’s lap.

He kissed her hard then broke away and introduced her. “This is Amber. Amber this is my old lady, Rhonda.”

“Nice to meet you,” the girl said and stuck out her hand.

“Umm. Nice to meet you too.” Amber shook her hand, unsure what was going on, then looked from Clutch to Rhonda and back to Clutch again. “Sorry, I didn’t realize, that, uh.”

“What” Rhonda said to Clutch, “you didn’t tell her you had an old lady?”

He grinned. “Well, it never came up.”

The girl rolled her eyes. “He does this all the time,” she said. “Brings home a girl, not telling her about me, just to see what she’ll do. Probably to see what I’ll do too.”

“I don’t think I understand,” Amber said.

“Well,” Rhonda said, “have you ever heard of polyamory?”

“You mean like swinging?”

“Kinda,” Rhonda said. “But swinging is just about fucking. Don’t get me wrong, fucking is nice. I love to fuck.” She smiled and looked at Clutch. He nodded in agreement. “But, polyamory’s not just about fucking. It’s about having an actual relationship between multiple people. Like, love, you know? It’s out in the open and everyone involved knows what’s going on.”

“So,” Amber said, “you two also have relationships with other people?”

“Yeah,” Clutch said.

Rhonda nodded and added, “Yes, but right now it’s just us two. Shit happens you know.”

They both looked to Amber, waiting for a response.

“I think I’m going to need another drink,” Amber said and Clutch laughed at her again.

The three of them spent the next couple hours chatting and joking around. Amber kept looking for any sign in Clutch of the man he’d become in the bathroom earlier, a knife-wielding psycho, but he was just charming and relaxed.

Now that Rhonda was there, it was impossible to steer the conversation back towards Big Dave so Amber just went with the flow and tried to figure out what her next move should be. Back at the bar she thought she would just be able to seduce the biker in order to get close to him but now it seemed she would have to seduce both of them if she were going to go that route.

Amber had no idea how to do that though. She’d never been with a woman before much less a man and a woman at the same time. But sitting there on the couch, talking with them, she was getting excited about the idea of being with the two of them. Plus, it would certainly help her chances of getting somewhere with the the Armenian mob.

So, when Rhonda suggested they all go upstairs together she agreed readily.

Chapter 4

The top floor of the house was immaculate, in sharp contrast to the chaos of the party down below. They went down the hall into a large room that must have been the master suite. It was huge, and decorated in a subdued, modern style that Amber liked.

“Whose room is this?” she asked.

“It’s mine,” Clutch said.

“Ours,” Rhonda corrected.

“So,” Amber said, “this is your house?”

“Don’t act so surprised,” he said. “You didn’t think I was capable of a little class did you?”

“No, it’s just...”

He laughed.

“Trust me,” Rhonda said, “if he didn’t have me around he’d be living in his own filth with all those animals downstairs.”

“Hey,” he said, “those animals are my brothers.”

“Yes, yes,” Rhonda said.

Amber was starting to wonder who wore the pants in this relationship and, as if to answer her, Clutch turned out the lights then took her into his arms and kissed her. As their tongues danced around, his hips pushed into her and she pressed back, feeling his manhood grow hard against her pelvis.

He walked her back over to the bed and laid her down. Rhonda had stripped down completely naked and was laying there in the sheets waiting. Her body was nearly perfect; she obviously took good care of herself. Amber moved up next to her.

“Have you ever been with a girl,” Rhonda asked.

“No.” She almost mentioned the time she kissed a girl in college but she was undercover and had never gone to college. The near slip reminded her of how dangerous this situation was.

Rhonda leaned over and kissed her lightly on the mouth. The faint smell of vanilla filled her nose as Rhonda’s soft lips brushed against hers. Amber pushed her tongue out into the girl’s mouth.

After they kissed, Rhonda said, “You are so sexy.”

Amber felt sexy, too.

Clutch took his shirt off and stood at the foot of the bed watching the girls enjoy each other.

Rhonda kissed her again, more intensely this time, and her hand moved down and caressed Amber through the fabric of her shorts. Amber moaned at the woman’s touch. Slowly, Rhonda undid Amber’s shorts and her fingers moved down, under her now wet underwear, and quickly found her swollen clitoris, rubbing it gently, reaching down between her labia for lubrication, then back up again to her clit, rubbing faster now. Amber pushed her hips into Rhonda’s hand.

Rhonda looked up at Clutch and said, “I think she likes girls, babe.”

“I think you’re right,” he said.

Amber let out a soft moan.

“Let’s get you out of these clothes,” Rhonda said.

Amber slipped out of her shorts and then her halter top and the two girls lay there naked looking at each other.

“Wow, you have a tight body,” Rhonda said. “I can see your abs.”

Amber wanted to tell her about all the training she’d done at the FBI academy, endless pushups, sit-ups, rope climbs, running from sunup until sundown, but of course she didn’t.

Rhonda’s body was also nice. And she was shaved completely.

“How about we let him in on the fun,” Rhonda said.

Amber smiled and nodded.