The Biker's Fate Chapter 591

Hatch turned toward me. "Huck, meet Minus, president of the Burning Saints, and this is his old lady and co-pilot, Cricket. She's also my pain in the ass little sister."

"Rude," Cricket sassed.

"Accurate," Hatch retorted.

I nodded. "Nice to meet you. I appreciate you bringing my truck back. I owe you one."

"Least I can do." Minus crossed his arms. "I heard you and my VP got into a contest of who could piss in each other's face better."

I scrubbed the back of my neck with my hand. "Yeah, somethin' like that."

"Well, I've known Clutch for a million years, and I've seen him do a million and one stupid things, but this is no way for a new recruit to start out."

"Yes, sir."

"For instance, where's your cut?" Minus demanded.

"We were gonna give it to him tonight," Hatch said. "But seein' as y'all are here, may as well do it now. Daisy, honey, go in my office and look in my closet."

Daisy walked down the hall, returning with a leather cut, which she handed to Hatch.

"You understand what this is?" Hatch asked me.

"I think so."

"I doubt it," Hatch said. "But let me tell you. This cut represents two things. Freedom and brotherhood. Now those two things are diametrically opposed, which is exactly what club life is. The pursuit for absolute freedom while living by a strict code of self-enforced rules. Once you put this on, it never comes off. I don't mean that literally, of course, although, you are expected to show the club colors whenever possible. What I mean is, once you're a member of this club, you're a member for life, unless I say otherwise. Now, although, you're only prospecting to become a member, the rules and regulations of this club still apply. First and foremost, you must ride. Every day possible, your ass is on the road. I understand Booker is loaning you a bike. You either buy that one off him or get your own by the end of this week. Second, if I or any other officer tells you to do something, you do it, no questions asked. I don't care if he tells you to clean out his ass crack with a toothbrush."

"Ew, Connor," Cricket said with a groan.

"I'm trying to prove a point, Christina."

"You're trying to make me puke."

"And last, but most importantly," Hatch continued, "you will faithfully and dutifully serve your club brothers and sisters and this community. Never disrespect the club, and never disrespect your patch. I've assigned Booker as your Road Captain. You'll report to him, and he'll present you with your cut. Oh, and one more thing, first thing tomorrow morning, you make an appointment at a tattoo shop and get some goddamn ink on that lily white skin. You don't have the right to wear club ink until you're a member, but if you're gonna ride, you need to start looking like you ride."

"Or, his body, his choice," Cricket sassed.

"I got one for you," Hatch replied. "How about my prospect, my boot, as in, up his ass if he doesn't do what I say."

I turned to Cricket. "It's all good, I get it."

Hatch crossed his arms. "I get that your coach will want you to look pretty for ESPN, but when you ride with us, you wear the uniform."

Booker took the cut from Hatch and grinned. "Earlier you told me that your old man once told you that motorcycles would lead you to ruin, and that got me thinkin'. I believe you'll make a good Dog because you know when to play as a team and when to cut your own path. So, I'm proud to present this cut to our newest prospect."

He turned the cut around, revealing the name patch over the heart.

It read, "RUIN."

I stood in stunned silence, struck by the same feelings I felt when I was presented with my first team jersey. I was overcome with pride, a sense of belonging, and a desire to live up to Hatch and Booker's expectations. I was suited up and officially in the game.

Daisy

The second Dad slid Huck's cut over his shoulders, I nearly burst into tears… or had a spontaneous orgasm. Or both.

I had my reservations about Huck prospecting for the club and even feared that I wouldn't like seeing him in biker 'garb,' but him in that cut did things to me.

Unexpected and exhilarating things.

Things in my lady regions kind of things.

"What do you think?" Huck asked, once the group of well-wishers and congratulators had dispersed.

"Looks good," I said, underplaying my reaction (let's be honest, underplaying was the understatement of the century).

"Just good?" he asked, sliding a hand around my waist.

I swallowed. "Mmm-hmm."

He frowned. "You don't like it?"

"Huck." I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. "If you move your hand, even an inch lower, I'm going to come."

"Ah, so you like it."

I opened my eyes and took another deep breath. "I know you have issues with fucking me under any roof my father happens to be, but I am holding on by a thread here, so either I drive us home right now, or we escape to the bunk room really quick."

He smiled. "Bunk room."

"Correct answer, handsome."

I grabbed his hand and dragged him down the hall, pulling him inside the bunk room and locking the door.

"Quick, honey," I ordered as I stripped out of my jeans.

I didn't even get the rest of my clothes off before he slid his jeans halfway down his thighs, and lifted me against the wall, sliding his dick inside of me.

I anchored my hands to his shoulders and kissed him. "Hard, honey."

"Hard, what?"

It took me a second to catch onto what he meant and then I smiled and breathed out, "Hard, Ruin."

He obliged.