The Blood Scorpions of Socorro Texas (reserved)

[sweetlilith]

She was wound so tightly, when Nathan finally gave her what she'd be craving, she shattered beneath him within seconds.

And then another one.

And another one.

Savannah lost count, struggling to process, struggling to breath, struggling to exist. He kept going and going, chasing each orgasm of hers like it was his life force.

"Y-yellow," she panted out, her brain finally making some sense of the thoughts traveling through her mind. A book she'd read, one of the trashy erotic novels she loved and her mother hated, used a stoplight system. She barely remembered it.

Her body trembled almost violently, and she felt like she was teetering between breaking out in a fit of giggles or breaking down in tears she felt so overwhelmed. She pulled at the restraints, as if trying to ground herself.

 

[ERedBoyd]

'Yellow' He knew that word very well and he quickly came to a stop and looked down at her worried. She seemed to be breathing so hard she was suffering from Asthma. Each breath seemed to suck in every ounce of oxygen in the room! Her legs quivered nearly uncontrollably. Her hands coiled around the sashes binding her and tugged on them erratically.
He kept his cock buried in her, he had just been about to push himself over the edge, but that word made him stop. He had learned when he got into the playing in the life style of words called safe words which either person could say anytime they felt uncomfortable or just wanted it all to stop. The 'default' words were yellow for slow down and red for stop. He had had no idea that she would have even known those words at all. That way, when rough play happened, they could yell and scream NO and STOP and HELP and ensure the integrity of the scene safely. He would not stop if she yelled NO, but if she said RED, he would stop in an instant.

Nathan stared down at her, his sweat dripping lightly on her sensitive skin and as she managed to turn her head back up to look at him, he said, "How... did you know that word?" He kept her tightly controlled. She had not told him to stop, just pause of sorts. He felt her entire body shuttering and trembling, even her jaw shivered as if she was cold.

 

[sweetlilith]

A shaky chuckle escaped Sav at his question. “I’ve read some books… And seen some videos,” she said, almost shy about the admission. She studied his face, noting the concern that showed in his eyes, and created small creases of worry between his brows. She wanted to reach up and smooth them away but…

“I should’ve guessed at this point you’d be on the kinky side.” She tugged at the restraints again and laughed, which triggered another wave of shivers to run through her. “Can you take these off, please?” Her question was met with a stern look. She said please… “Oh. Can you take these off, please, Sir?”

 

[ERedBoyd]

Nathan could only smile. He already had strong feelings for her already and to find this little tidbit of information out about her was like the cherry an ice cream sundae. She would tickle another powerful urge in himself that he didn't even realize he had.

As she corrected her question to him, he smiled and ran a finger along her neck saying, "I could see a beautiful collar around your neck honey. Not one of those tasteless kind... subtle and sheak... locked on you at all times... " He leaned in and whispered into her ear, "I like you tied up like this though. Not sure I really want to remove them from you. Her pouty lip he caught with his own teeth and tugged playfully on before letting it go and pulling the sash knots loose to free her hands.

He rolled onto his back beside her and felt her roll onto her elbow and look at him, her hand grabbing his wet hard dick... He tucked his hands behind his head relaxingly and said, "Careful baby... that is a pretty powerful tool you have in your hands there..."

 

[sweetlilith]

Savannah smirked at him. "Well, you seem to keep putting it in my hands..." She leaned in to kiss him, leisurely pumping her fist over his length a few times, before moving to sit astride his hips. "Among other places." She moved slowly over him, angling her hips in a way to allow him to enter her again. She hesitated before asking, "Think we can slow down a little? Unless you are determined to actually break me."

 

[ERedBoyd]

He looked at her and said, "I am absolutely fine with slowing down. You need a break after all." He saw her eyes bulge slightly at the insinuation and he lay there and let her ride him. He moved his hands to each of her breasts, and gently massaged both as he admired every curve on her body! The way her hips rolled on his, her curvature of her waist, how her firm hard breasts felt in his hands, the look on her face as she worked herself up on his cock, back and forth. He felt her hands grab his own and for a moment, he thought she was going to remove his hands, but rather held them in place and guided their movements.

He decided to just lay back and let his wife... HIS wife of all things... use him in anyway she wanted to do whatever she wanted for a time. He moaned as his cock began to swell under her as she bobbed and rolled further on him!

He kept his eyes locked on her face as she bit her bottom lip and guided his hands while riding his cock. He muttered, "My god you are beautiful..."

He watched her throw her head back in release!

 

[sweetlilith]

Between the building pleasure from rolling her hips over his, his hands on her breasts, and his words, her climax flowed through her deliciously. Her movements became more inconsistent and rougher, but she wanted him teetering off that edge with her. She felt the tension of his release sweep through him, so she slowed before laying over him, exhaustion soon replacing the orgasm that she’d just had.

She kissed the curve between his jaw and throat, giving a satisfied hum. “You’re amazing, you know that?” she asked, before softly kissing his lips and moving to lay next to him, curling into his side. She pressed her lips to his shoulder. "I think I'm done for the night," she admitted with a laugh. She was so deliciously tired and spent, she could probably sleep for a good 12 hours.

 

[ERedBoyd]

Morning came with a start. Nathan's phone buzzed at about 0530 and he quietly slipped out of bed and headed downstairs to answer it. He glanced back down at her as she lay there covered in only a single thin cotton sheet. He smiled and as he reached the bottom of the stairs, he said, "This is Gears?"

"This is Popeye. Your package has been disposed of. It isn't an issue any longer." Popeye said on the other side.

"Good. You had to call me at 0530 to tell me this though?" Gears said glancing up to the second floor.

"Where the fuck are you Gears?" Popeye demanded, "Nutsack ain't talking. Just said you to lit out like your bike was on fire."

Gears chuckled and hesitated a moment. He was going to find out one way or another very soon. Might as well be from him. He said, "I am in Vegas. I got married."

There was a long silence on the phone and he said, "Popeye?"

"No the fuck you didn't get married?!?! To who? That red head chick from the night before? Isn't she the Mayor's kid or somethin?" Popeye said in a tone that made it clear he wasn't happy.

"Yeah. We tied the knot. It's a done deal. We are heading home today and she is moving in with me tonight." Nathan said calmly.

"This is because of what happened at the hotel? There were other avenues than married the cunt. Would have been just as easy to get rid of two bodies than one." Popeye said.

Nathan glanced up the stairs, thinking he heard her move and he turned his eyes back out the window onto Vegas and said, "I think I love her."

"Sounds reassuring." Popeye said. He said, "She hasn't been vetted or nothing. She could be a rat!"

"She isn't one." Gears growled dangerously and then added, "And if she turned out to be one, I will deal with it then."

"Why didn't you at least invite me? I would have stood by you?" Popeye said calmly though clearly angry.

"After this wonderful conversation, you have to ask? What is going on with the Warthogs? Is the deal on?" Nathan said. The Warthogs were gun runners who ran lots of business through Socorro.

"Don't change the subject. That deal is fine. Everything is set. About this cunt..." Popeye growled.

"She is my fucking Ol'Lady now! Not some cunt you hear me!" He growled a little louder than he anticipated.

There was a long silence before Popeye said, "Right. Sure. I got to go." He hung up the phone.

 

[sweetlilith]

Savannah woke up with a jolt. She was covered in a cold sweat, and had to work to slow down her breathing. Images from the nightmare she’d just had still flashed through her head. Bradley pinning her back against the wall. His eyes were black, soulless, lifeless. Other details had already become fuzzy, but it was nothing less than sinister.

She needed to get up. Judging by the soft blue light just peeking underneath the blackout curtains along the wall of windows, it was still early morning. Hearing Nathan's voice down the stairs, she assumed he was on the phone, and his tone didn't seem of the greatest spirits. She slowly rolled out of bed and made her way into the bathroom. There was a massive marble soaking tub to one side with a large shower in the back corner. She turned on the water to the shower, and in the few moments she gave the water to heat up, she studied herself in the mirror over the vanity. Her lips were a deep pink and slightly swollen, her hair a voluminous mess from sex and sleep, various small bruises were scattered along her hips from where Nathan gripped her tightly to mold her in just the right way, and her body was sore as if she’d just finished one of her friend’s bootcamp workouts.

She heard Nathan raise his voice, but couldn't make out what he'd said over the running water. Savannah silently reminded herself that this was okay, that she would be okay. No one could touch her. Still, she had that seed of doubt deep in her core that everything was going to flip on its lid. The odds were stacked against them, they were from two very different worlds. And she knew her brother was wary of the marriage, and her parents were going to have a nuclear meltdown once they found out. Savannah was unsure how his club was going to react, but she already knew she’d have a couple enemies with the Scorpion Eaters. Then she wondered how this would affect her job, if somehow it would force her to leave something she loved doing.

Her mind was turning into a spiral of what-ifs, causing anxious tears to fill her eyes when she noted the steam billowing out of the shower. She pulled herself away from the mirror to step under the spray of the large rainfall shower head. Her skin took on a pink hue and stung, sensitive under the hot water from the past several days of relentless physical activities with her now husband.

Husband.

She fiddled with the ring on her left hand, memories of the lake, the inn, their wedding night, all filtered through her head, sprinkled with the bike rides and conversations. He said he loved her. And she believed him.

 

[ERedBoyd]

Nathan walked back upstairs after his conversation with Popeye and found the bed empty though the water seemed to be running in the highly elegant bathtub. He smiled when he saw her sitting in it under the shower head. He could see her eyes filled with concern and he could expect nothing less. He had dealt with dead bodies before, covering up crime scenes, and what not. She fixed people who he had fucked up in the past he was sure.

He walked towards the tub and set his phone on the counter near it and said, "May I join you, Mrs. Carter?" His face flushed as he gave a knowing grin to her. As she nodded to him, he slid into the tub facing her and dunked his entire body and head under the warm water. He was not really a bath kind of guy. He was lucky just to get a shower ever so often.

When he came back up and moved his hair out from his face, he looked at her and said, "You look like you have the weight of the world on your shoulders..."

He could see her smile fade as that weight looked to bear down on her even more. He slid around the tub so he sat next to her and said, "Hey... hey... it's okay. You have dealt with a tremendous amount of stress over the last 48 hours or so. I get it. Come here..." He gently rested her head on his shoulder and let his fingers stroke up and down her naked spine and said, "I got your back baby. You know I do... "

 

[sweetlilith]

She gave him a slight smile as he called her by her new married name. In a few weeks, they’d have the official marriage certificate in hand and she’d have to go through changing her name on everything. Social security, driver’s license, nursing registry, credit cards, etc. That was the least of her worries, though.

Savannah felt her smile falter, and leaned into Nathan's side as he pulled her against him. "I'll be fine," she sighed. She had to be, she had no choice but to be fine. Just like she had to be fine when she’d lose a patient, and immediately have to be composed for the next one.

She found his free hand and laced her fingers with his, sitting quietly as he trailed his fingers up and down her back. “Who were you on the phone with?”

 

[ERedBoyd]

Nathan felt a bit uncomfortable at this question when he answered, "Popeye. He was reporting in what has been going on."

There was a silence for a few minutes and he then added, "Listen, we need to discuss this issue for a few minutes and then the issue will never be discussed again."

He looked into her eyes and could see a bit of fear in them. He turned her to face him and straddle his body so they looked eye to eye, still submerged to the neck in water. He said, "The body has been disposed of. No questions as to how or where because I won't answer them. Understand me?"

He watched her hesitantly nod and then he said, "There are going to be questions raised. A asshat goes missing and questions are always raised. You may get taken down to the precinct and questioned. The lady at the front desk saw you so there is a good chance you will become the person of interest. They are going to want to pressure you for answers. You are going to tell them this. He kidnapped you from your SUV at gunpoint, took you to the hotel, then tried to rape you. You fought him off by grabbing his gun, fired two shots off. He then raced back out to his car and sped off. You have no idea where he went after that."

Nathan studied her as she listened to him. She truly was absolutely stunning to him. He would protect her to the limits of his capability... however... even certain things he can't help with. He said, "You never saw any of my gang at any time since our last date. You can't identify anyone at all."

The tattooed man gently guided his hand into her hair and turned her to face him again saying, "Can you do this for me? Tell me what it is you are going to say..."

 

[sweetlilith]

Savannah rested her arms over Nathan's shoulders when he moved her to face him, sitting over his thighs. This was a conversation she didn't want to have, but knew it had to happen. There needed to be a story, alibis, anonymity for his crew.

His hand was in her hair and he made her look at him. Not harshly, but enough pressure that it brought her focus back from where it had started to drift. "He kidnapped me at gunpoint, took me to the hotel, and tried to rape me," she repeated back to him. The majority of it was accurate, and had Nathan not gotten to her, the latter part of the statement likely would've been true. "I was able to fight him off and get hold of his gun. I felt like I was in immediate danger when he tried to grab me again, so I shot at him twice. He left in his car, and I don't know where he went."

The words felt surreal coming out of her mouth, rolling off the tip of her tongue. "I called you, having just had a fight with my mother and not feeling like I could go to my parents. In my highly emotional state, I convinced you to come to Vegas and get married..." She sucked in a breath as a thought came to mind. "What about the gun? They'll ask where it is."

 

[ERedBoyd]

"My boys are going to leave it at the hotel with the prints wiped on it. You will have panicked about the gun and cleaned it after he escaped in his car." Nathan said calmly. He pulled her closer to him and said, "And i seriously doubt you convinced me to go to Vegas. I have a bit of reputation to get this my way, all the time." He kissed her tenderly.

He said, "However, if you make it sound like you beg and pleaded for me to protect you because you know he is coming back and this time he will kill you, that might work. It's not beneath me to manipulate a situation in my favor, including making someone marry me."

Seeing the look in her eye, he smirked and said, "Besides, I kind of like you crawling to me begging for help and willing to do anything I wanted in order to get that help..." He grabbed her hips lightly and lifted her up slightly, before easing her pussy around his cock inch by blissful inch. He said, "That way, you can continue to play the victim card with your parents if you need to and I can continue being the 'bad guy' in all this. The things I will do to you and this fucking hot ass body here to please me..." He kissed her again, sliding his tongue inside her mouth and gently guiding her arms to the small of her back, not tight, but just enough to suggest they should remain there with his hand. His other hand began to guide his wife's ass so his cock slid in and out, splashing lots of water around in the tub as they began to make love once more.

 

[sweetlilith]

Outside of the bedroom, she never begged, barely ever asked for help until she was on the verge of catastrophic failure. It was something that she’d been told on numerous occasions was a strength and weakness in one for her. Still, it would be more believable, given the situation she had been put in.

Savannah hissed as he slowly lowered her down his length, her body both protesting and welcoming the intrusion. A shiver ran through her at the promise in his voice. Nathan’s tongue was invading her mouth before she could even ask what other ‘things’ he was planning to do to her. She’d find out soon enough, when they got home. Water began to slush against the sides of the tub, threatening to spill over the edges, as he guided her movements, rocking her hips against his. With her hands held behind her back, she leaned into him and his kiss.

Slowly pleasure began to pool deep between her legs, small gasps and her breath seeming to catch with each unhurried movement.

 

[ERedBoyd]

For a time, all conversation faded into nothing. All that was there was a man and his wife bonded and mating. This wasn't an issue of dominance and submission. All pretense of power and control were gone. It was just Sav and Nate. He lost track of the time as he ran his cock in her as she sat on him, then had her hanging off the bath and making love to her from behind... He lost track of the times he heard her scream out in pleasure. He didn't care if he came at all to be honest.

That was the thought that shocked him more than anything. He didn't care if he got anything out of it as long as she did. This was a concept so alien to him that he didn't think it could possibly compute. He always got what he wanted, when he wanted, how he wanted and as much as he wanted. He didn't care two shits about what anyone else go, so long as they continued to serve him. He was the little Mayor of Socorro in many of it's residents eyes and everyone knew it.

So feeling such intense satisfaction in hearing Savannah scream out in pleasure... feeling her slamming onto his cock more and more rather than the other way around desperate for more. He felt like she had always lived behind a mask. A mask forged at childhood where she had to live under a specific set of expectations, behave a certain way, talk a certain way, be a certain way. He smiled as she grabbed his hands and pulled them to her breasts again as she slammed onto his cock over and over and screaming out in orgasm!

He could see something inside her that surprised him. He saw freedom in her. She was free to be who she wanted to be with him as her guard dog. She could do whatever she wanted with him at her side and he would let it happen so long as it didn't effect the businesses. Did she know just how much he wanted to make her happy?

He saw her eyes turn towards him once more and narrow at him. She was challenging him perhaps? He wasn't sure. He realized he was hard as a fucking rock, his cock could shatter this tub if he swung it hard enough and his eyes narrowed back at her and said, "I am not done yet my little slut..."

He clamped tightly on her breasts... and pounded into her with all he had left in him and it didn't take much longer for him to throw his head back and scream out in pleasures himself as his cock pulsed into her pussy... filling her up!

 

[sweetlilith]

The couple had left Las Vegas as the sun was still rising in the sky, and it had completely set by the time they got back to Socorro. They made a quick stop to collect her SUV from where it still sat on the side of the road, and she followed him back home. Just one more thing to get used to; home wasn’t with her parents in the swanky urban neighborhood anymore, it was in an older neighborhood with Nathan.

All Savannah wanted to do was shower and go to bed. After so many days of chaos and high stress, two days of riding on the back of his motorcycle for over 10 hours each way, and endless amounts of sex and orgasms, she was sore in all the right and wrong ways and beyond exhausted. There was the fleeting thought that she still needed to somehow get all her belongings from her parents’ house, but that was a problem for tomorrow, or another day. She luckily had a change of scrubs in her locker at the hospital, so she didn’t necessarily need to go back before her shift.

She had followed Nathan up to the door where he scooped her up into his arms like he’d done the night before at the hotel. She squealed in surprise and wrapped her arms tightly around his neck before going into a fit of giggles. “Welcome home Mrs. Carson,” he said as he stepped through the door, careful to not hit her head on the doorframe.

Savannah grinned at him before planting her lips firmly against his. “Welcome home Mr. Carson.”

 

[ERedBoyd]

If Nate had known when he left his house a couple of nights ago that he would be coming home married carrying a bride across the threshold, he would have cleaned his house up a little better than it was. As it was, there were old pizza boxes and empty bottles of beer scattered around, a pile of dirty laundry sitting on the washer to be washed, stacks of dirty dishes about. He had boxes of motorcycle parts sitting on the dinner table, stains in the carpets, and everything was dusty. When she looked back to him, he blushed saying, "I... would have cleaned up more had i known I was getting married." He then added, "I have a housekeeper come through once a week to try and help with the cleaning. I can have her out 3 or 4 times a week starting tomorrow though."

He set her down and quickly got a trashbag out and began collecting all his garbage into it as she studied his mostly barren home. It had a living room, three bedrooms, a kitchen and dining room and two baths. The master bedroom had large posters of motorcycle chicks in bikinis or naked laid across bikes pinned to the walls. He felt more and more embarrassed the further she dove into the house. To his horror, he had also forgotten that just the other night he had had an orgy with 4 of the girls from the club and some of their bits and pieces of clothing were still strewn about. He snatched up a thong that she daintily picked up.

Nate looked back at her saying, "Umm... I am so sorry. I will clean it up for you." He was humiliated at the moment and something he had not felt in a very long time.

 

[sweetlilith]

Savannah watched as he rushed around trying to clean up the mess of his house. It was a typical bachelor pad, with the bare essentials for furnishings, just strewn with trash and dirty dishes. With how everything looked and the amount of dust that covered some of the flat surfaces, she somewhat doubted he had someone come once a week to clean.

She walked slowly through the house, taking it all in, with him rushing around her trying to toss things in the trash bag he held. He’d preceded her into what she assumed was the master bedroom, where he quickly grabbed the thong she found in the middle of the floor. There was another pair of women’s underwear in a corner, and a bra thrown over a lampshade. Her heart sank a little bit, knowing whatever had occurred in that room was not long before her. But she knew members of the Scorpions were not known for monogamy, particularly if they weren’t married. The president of that club would not be an exception to that, and likely the worst offender.

The marriage license hadn’t been filed yet, it still needed to be sent to the county for it to be legalized and put on record. Sav could easily tear it up and throw it away, and they could go their separate ways. Leaving him to the life he’s known and grown comfortable with for years, and her to figure out her own path. It would be a great story for her to tell her children many years down the road, how she had a short fling with and married the President of the Blood Scorpions and walked away. That thought made her heart ache even more.

Nate looked absolutely mortified by the state of the house, and evidence of previous encounters in what would be their bedroom. His face had slowly grown more and more red as they ventured further inside, and now he looked like a child about to be scorned. She sighed deeply, before stepping closer to him and placing both hands on either side of his face. “What your life was before me is your business, and I don’t really want to know who or what was in this room.” She stared at him for a moment, trying to work through what she wanted to say. “I want to be clear that I did not share well when I was a kid, and not much has changed since I’ve gotten older. So, if any of those girls step foot in this house, let alone this room, again, or are led to believe they even have a chance of getting in bed with you, you will have hell to pay.” She wasn’t sure what she could really do if that did happen, but cheating and lying was not something she would tolerate and hoped he understood that.

“I will go take care of the dishes,” she continued slowly. “Unless you think there’s worse things in the kitchen. And you can finish cleaning up in here… And the bathroom because I would really like a shower.” She must have been insane, being willing to stay after what she’d seen, knowing just a fraction of what he could do, what he was. “Honestly, I’m surprised you didn’t call for someone to clean up the place last night. You had a clean up crew for the hotel within 12 hours, and that included disposing of a dead body, so this would have been a cake walk.”

 

[ERedBoyd]

Nathan stopped and stared at Sav completely dumbfounded. Why hadn't he thought of that?! She was completely right! He should have thought of that! He slapped the palm of his hand on his forehead in disgust for not thinking about that! But honestly, it's one thing to coordinate a mass effort to destroy a murder scene and another entirely to add more housecleaning to a schedule!

He flushed again and said, "You're right. Hang on."

He pulled his phone out and scrolled through the saved services and muttered, "Bikini Maid Services... here we are." He dialed the number and waited. A woman answered on the other end and said, "Hey, It's Nate Carson. I have one of your girls come out once a week to clean. I would like to triple that three times a week. No... not nude or topless options. I am married now. Bikinis are just fine. How much would that be? Got it. I will transfer the money within the hour. Can you bring some girls out in the morning? Excellent!"

He smiled and nodded, then hung the phone up saying, "Problem resolved. Got three girls coming out for a heavy cleaning first thing in the morning... wh... what? Why are you looking at me that way? What did I do?"

Nathan couldn't understand why she was looking at him like he had lost his mind?!

 

[sweetlilith]

“What do you mean ‘what did you do’?” she scoffed. It was going to be one thing at the clubhouse with the Scorpion Eaters trotting around with shorts up their asses and crop tops barely covering their chests, probably still throwing themselves at him when she wasn’t around. “You really think girls cleaning up the house in nothing but a bikini would be okay?”

She closed her eyes and rubbed her temples. She had already started getting a headache from exhaustion, and now being frustrated with him was not helping. “You and I have a lot of things to figure out…” she sighed. It was obvious boundaries had never really been a thing with him in the past. She knew there were girls who were strictly patch chasers, and really didn’t care about anything else beyond being able to say they were dating someone from BSMC. That was not her, she really could give two shits about him being the President of the club or not. She was going to have to draw the metaphorical lines and make sure he didn’t cross them. “Let’s start with canceling the bikini maids. I can call Rosa in the morning to see if maybe she knows anyone that would be available.”

 

[ERedBoyd]

Nathan stared at her blankly a moment. What was wrong with the bikini... maids... then it occurred to him and he snapped his fingers saying, "Rrrrright! Sorry. I will make the call now."

He stepped into the living room a moment and fade a follow up call with the service and cancelled the service entirely. He lost his 2K retainer on it but small price to pay for his wife's happiness.

When he came back, he glanced about and saw her looking in his closet oddly enough and then his face when crimson!!! He raced up and slammed the closet door shut looking at her saying, "I will get rid of it, I promise." For his 18th birthday, the crew bought him one of those life size sex dolls which ironically was red headed with the same cup size, height and build as Savannah herself. They had joked with him saying it was the only pussy he would ever get. He tossed it in his closet and honestly forgotten about it, till she opened the door and saw it.

Nathan's stress was growing in him already. What the fuck had he been thinking getting married so quickly and leaving himself so vulnerable to her? He was Gears, president of the Blood Scorpion Motorcycle Club and feared NOTHING... except what else Sav might find in his house. He walked over to her and said, "Tell you what? Let me take you on a honeymoon down to Mexico City or something for the week. When we get back, this place will be a woman's paradise? We can leave right now..." He was pleading with her on this... he HATED feeling this way towards anyone but he wanted her in his life more than he hated that feeling.

 

[sweetlilith]

Nearly everyone had skeletons in their closets. Nathan just happened to have a sex doll in his as well. It didn't elude her that the doll was nearly her height and size in every way, hair just a few shades darker than hers. He had a type and she checked every box, she realized.

"I have work tomorrow, it's too short of notice. And I don't have my passport, it's still at my parents' house." There was no way in hell Savannah would be able to get a week off such short notice. And she definitely wasn't going to just call out or desert her job.

She crossed her arms and leaned against the wall, watching him. She was annoyed, but again knew she shouldn't be surprised by anything she would find in that house. "We can go get a hotel room for a couple nights if that would help you to stop stressing out. You can get someone in here to clean, fully clothed, and then we can go from there." She paused, looking over his shoulder and spotting another thong hanging from the large mirror that sat on the back of the dresser. Her stomach twisted. "And you're getting tested tomorrow. Non-negotiable."

 

[ERedBoyd]

"Tested? For what?" Nathan said almost looking annoyed at the request. He reached into his wallet and flipped through it a couple of moments before pulling out a STD card which her hospital issued out to track when STD testings happened and what for and he handed it to her saying, "I stay current on all my testings. I am not stupid you know. No way I would have given you something knowingly."

He started to turn to clean a bit more when the sounds of motorcycles grew louder and louder... He peeked out the window, reaching as he reached into his dresser and pulled out a .38 special and then relaxed saying, "It's the boys." He tucked the gun into his belt and said, "Come on. Got to get this over with sooner or later..."

The motorcycles all pulled into the driveway and along the street and cut off. 12 bikers in all laughed and made a lot of noise as they headed up to the front door! Popeye pounded on the door and said, "Get your dick out of your wife for 10 minutes and let us in to see her!"

Nate rolled his eyes saying, "Just want to confess here and now, there are parts of my life I will have to ask forgiveness on. I can't control these guys very easily outside of church." He reached the door and opened the door!

Nearly every senior member of his gang burst into the house laughing and slapping his back, cutting up with him and it didn't take long for the living room to get full of rowdy men. Nathan tried to keep Sav between him and them, until Popeye took her by the arm and pulled her into a big hug saying, "I don't know how you did it, but you conquered the unconquerable! Welcome to the family!"

One at a time, the men walked up and despite their rough appearance, their scars and missing teeth, their metal and leather, they foul language amongst themselves, when they approached her, they smiled, were courteous and gave her a big hug and/or kiss on the hand. When they had all had their turn, Nathan looked to the guys and said, "A few introductions... You have met Popeye. He is my vice prez and best friend on this planet. This is is Deadeye, Thunder, Pops, Marks, Nutsack, Conman, Medals, Crankshaft, Piston, Rosco, and Duke. Guys, this is my wife Savannah Carter."

Nutsack leaned over to Piston and whispered, "Damn... you were right. She looks just like that fucking sex doll he has."

Piston slapped Nutsack upside the back of the head and said, "Don't be rude boy!"

Nathan looked back to Savannah, his face red and said, "Hun... this is my family. These are all my brothers... they have fought for me, bled for me, and more. I have fought and bled for each of them too. These are my brothers... and now, they are you brothers too. These men will fight and bleed for you now just as fast as they would be for me. This is our family now..."

 

[sweetlilith]

Savannah looked at the card he pulled from his wallet. A full list of STDs and STIs, with dates listed a month or so apart, every single one marked as negative. She could hear the slightest irritation in his voice. They still knew next to nothing about each other. She could trust him with her life, she knew that to the fullest, but she couldn’t trust whoever he was with before her. “I wasn’t saying you were stupid, but–” She was interrupted from the growing roar of Harley’s coming up the street. Gears had instantly grabbed a gun from the dresser without even taking his eyes from the window. It was muscle memory, the exact drawer and just how far back it was hidden.

She followed him out to the living room, where loud voices and laughter filled the air on the other side of the door. The men flooded through the door, loud and boisterous. Congratulations were given with heavy slaps on Nate’s back as she stood back, watching everything unfold before she was pulled into a tight hug. Savannah tentatively hugged the large man back. She recognized him from that first initial encounter with Gears, keeping her out of the crossfire when he beat the shit out of Bradley. “Thanks,” she said with a soft smile.

The rest of the men all lined up to greet her, like she was someone of importance. She supposed in their world, being married to Nathan did make her important. She was bombarded with hugs very much like the one Popeye gave her from most of the older men, while the younger ones tended to hold back, either giving the awkward side-hug, kissed the back of her hand, or even just a gentle handshake. Sav stood closer to her husband’s side, just slightly in front of him as he introduced them all, naming them from left to right. Some of them she recognized when he’d brought her to the clubhouse the other day. Others, she was pretty sure she’d patched up in the ER once or twice.

There was a whispered comment about the doll in the closet, which was swiftly followed by the young man being harshly smack up the back of his head. It was the kid from the hotel, and she vaguely remembered he wasn’t - what was the term, patched? - yet.

The lot of them standing in front of her vaguely reminded her of college. They were just a rowdy bunch of frat boys that probably never actually went to college. Dangerous frat boys, but ones that would protect her.

Savannah gave a nod and a smile to the group. “Nice to meet you all.”