Preppy: The Life & Death of Samuel Clearwater, Part One
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Bear nodded and was silent for a moment. He looked me up and down, his gaze lingering on the scars on my arms. “Sorry, beautiful,” he finally said, extending his hand. I took it and he pulled me up against his massive wall of a body. “I know who you are, too.” Suddenly, his frown turned into a smile. He draped his arm over my shoulder like we were old friends.
“You do?” Preppy had told him about me? “Well, it’s great to finally meet you, Bear,” I said, craning my neck.
“Likewise,” he said. I beamed like a school girl. My face turned red and my heart fluttered. I felt practically giddy.
“Yeah, Prep said you’d fit in real nicely with the Bastards. Don’t worry about a damn thing. We treat all our girls real good. You’ll love club life. Parties, fuckin’, blow, more fuckin’. Ain’t nothing better than life with the club.”
What in the hell?
“I know the brothers will like you because I’m liking you.” He leaned close and whispered in my ear, “Tonight we can even have a party of our own before you get to know my boys. Get acquainted.”
“Wait,” I said, taking a step back and remembering his earlier comment. “Preppy said that I…” I started, as it all started to sink in.
Bear interrupted, like he knew what I was going to say. He didn’t. “Preppy can watch. It’s kind of his thing.” He leaned down and brushed his nose against my ear. I was too full of rage to pull away, but at the same time had the urge to knee Bear in the balls. Thankfully, someone called his name from the fire pit. “I’ll be right back,” he said and with a smack on my ass, he stepped down off the back deck and took off across the yard toward the fire.
I was a stupid stupid girl.
Preppy had told me time and time again that he couldn’t keep me.
He never said anything about throwing me away.
* * *
PREPPY
“Thanks for recommending the talent,” Bear said, coming up next to me and lighting a cigarette. “She’s hot, like a weird cute kind of hot. Bet her pussy’s cute, too. Told her you liked to watch and she seemed into it.”
“Wait, who the fuck are you talking about?” I asked. I’d come downstairs to tell Bear to fuck off and get his biker bitches out of there when I’d gotten a call from the Georgia State prison. It was King and the news wasn’t good. His two to five year sentence had jumped to three to six. All I wanted after ending that call was to go back to bed and back to Dre.
“I’m talking about her,” Bear said, pointing across the yard.
To Dre.
FUCK. That’s when I remembered our conversation and instantly regretted ever opening my fucking mouth. This night was too much. I had to get her the fuck away from these bikers. “Don’t you have your own club to party at?”
“Gets old,” was all the explanation Bear gave for the sudden intrusion, although it wasn’t his first. “Besides, my place here is better.” Which was true. His apartment he’d built in the garage was ten times the size of his room at the club.
“So you gotta bring everyone?”
“Fuck, don’t get your panties in a twist. Thought you’d be liking us around after being alone with your crazy thoughts and porn for so long.”
“King’s got another year. Some sort of fight,” I said on an exhale.
“Fuck, man.” He stubbed out his cigarette and glanced across the yard to Dre, watching her every move. Suddenly, I had the desire to push my thumbs into his eye sockets.
Dre’s black hair was still wet and slicked back off her forehead. A wet spot formed in the middle of the back of her white shirt, exposing the strap of her red bra. She took a sip from a red cup while she chatted and smiled with one of the Bastard prospects. Some young kid that was about to meet a quick and hasty end if he even so much as touched my girl.
MY girl?
Where the fuck did that come from?
As if she felt us staring at her, she looked over her shoulder and I was met with a very familiar pair of dark-brown eyes.
Correction. Dark-brown, ANGRY-AS-FUCK, eyes.
Well, she wasn’t the only one who was fucking angry.
“Ain’t shit we can do about it, man,” Bear said. “Although, I’m thinking she can make me feel a fuck of a lot better.”
I popped my jaw when the prospect leaned over to whisper something in Dre’s ear. Maybe when she let me fuck my craziness away I somehow managed to fuck her common sense out of her, because when she leaned back and laughed at whatever the motherfucker said to her, I saw red. I popped my jaw from side to side, again.
I was going to fuck the sense back into her.
Bear was about to wonder why I was dragging his new BBB off by her hair into the house, when Wolf came over and whispered in his ear. “Duty fucking calls, man,” Bear said, pointing again to Dre. “I see the way you’re looking at her. Don’t start without me. I want in on this one.” Bear swallowed the contents of the shot Wolf just passed him. With a slap on my back he disappeared with Wolf into the shadows of the car port, where three other of his brothers were waiting for them.
I wasted no time making a beeline toward Dre and when she saw me coming, her eyes widened and her mouth fell open. When she realized her mistake in showing her emotions she slapped a mask over her face, but it was too late. I’d already seen her fear and my cock was already hard because of it.
I couldn’t blame her.
She should’ve been afraid.
VERY fucking afraid.
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
DRE
“What the fuck?” I shrieked, as I was lifted up by the waist and hoisted over Preppy’s shoulder. He stomped off into the shadows, away from the house. He carried me into the garage, passed tarp covered vehicles, then through another door in the very back, which led to a small cluttered apartment of sorts. I pounded my fists onto his back and screamed at him to put me down. Preppy kicked the door shut and bent at the waist, tossing me off of his shoulder, my back slamming against the door as I stumbled on my feet. Preppy loosened his bow tie then closed the distance between us. His body pressed up against mine. His knee between my legs didn’t afford me much room to escape. I hated that my body didn’t understand its reaction to him, my dampened panties weren’t welcome. It didn’t get that I was angry. All it understood was that Preppy was near and because of that, my clit thrummed with excitement when what I really wanted to do was pummel him.
“You do?” Preppy had told him about me? “Well, it’s great to finally meet you, Bear,” I said, craning my neck.
“Likewise,” he said. I beamed like a school girl. My face turned red and my heart fluttered. I felt practically giddy.
“Yeah, Prep said you’d fit in real nicely with the Bastards. Don’t worry about a damn thing. We treat all our girls real good. You’ll love club life. Parties, fuckin’, blow, more fuckin’. Ain’t nothing better than life with the club.”
What in the hell?
“I know the brothers will like you because I’m liking you.” He leaned close and whispered in my ear, “Tonight we can even have a party of our own before you get to know my boys. Get acquainted.”
“Wait,” I said, taking a step back and remembering his earlier comment. “Preppy said that I…” I started, as it all started to sink in.
Bear interrupted, like he knew what I was going to say. He didn’t. “Preppy can watch. It’s kind of his thing.” He leaned down and brushed his nose against my ear. I was too full of rage to pull away, but at the same time had the urge to knee Bear in the balls. Thankfully, someone called his name from the fire pit. “I’ll be right back,” he said and with a smack on my ass, he stepped down off the back deck and took off across the yard toward the fire.
I was a stupid stupid girl.
Preppy had told me time and time again that he couldn’t keep me.
He never said anything about throwing me away.
* * *
PREPPY
“Thanks for recommending the talent,” Bear said, coming up next to me and lighting a cigarette. “She’s hot, like a weird cute kind of hot. Bet her pussy’s cute, too. Told her you liked to watch and she seemed into it.”
“Wait, who the fuck are you talking about?” I asked. I’d come downstairs to tell Bear to fuck off and get his biker bitches out of there when I’d gotten a call from the Georgia State prison. It was King and the news wasn’t good. His two to five year sentence had jumped to three to six. All I wanted after ending that call was to go back to bed and back to Dre.
“I’m talking about her,” Bear said, pointing across the yard.
To Dre.
FUCK. That’s when I remembered our conversation and instantly regretted ever opening my fucking mouth. This night was too much. I had to get her the fuck away from these bikers. “Don’t you have your own club to party at?”
“Gets old,” was all the explanation Bear gave for the sudden intrusion, although it wasn’t his first. “Besides, my place here is better.” Which was true. His apartment he’d built in the garage was ten times the size of his room at the club.
“So you gotta bring everyone?”
“Fuck, don’t get your panties in a twist. Thought you’d be liking us around after being alone with your crazy thoughts and porn for so long.”
“King’s got another year. Some sort of fight,” I said on an exhale.
“Fuck, man.” He stubbed out his cigarette and glanced across the yard to Dre, watching her every move. Suddenly, I had the desire to push my thumbs into his eye sockets.
Dre’s black hair was still wet and slicked back off her forehead. A wet spot formed in the middle of the back of her white shirt, exposing the strap of her red bra. She took a sip from a red cup while she chatted and smiled with one of the Bastard prospects. Some young kid that was about to meet a quick and hasty end if he even so much as touched my girl.
MY girl?
Where the fuck did that come from?
As if she felt us staring at her, she looked over her shoulder and I was met with a very familiar pair of dark-brown eyes.
Correction. Dark-brown, ANGRY-AS-FUCK, eyes.
Well, she wasn’t the only one who was fucking angry.
“Ain’t shit we can do about it, man,” Bear said. “Although, I’m thinking she can make me feel a fuck of a lot better.”
I popped my jaw when the prospect leaned over to whisper something in Dre’s ear. Maybe when she let me fuck my craziness away I somehow managed to fuck her common sense out of her, because when she leaned back and laughed at whatever the motherfucker said to her, I saw red. I popped my jaw from side to side, again.
I was going to fuck the sense back into her.
Bear was about to wonder why I was dragging his new BBB off by her hair into the house, when Wolf came over and whispered in his ear. “Duty fucking calls, man,” Bear said, pointing again to Dre. “I see the way you’re looking at her. Don’t start without me. I want in on this one.” Bear swallowed the contents of the shot Wolf just passed him. With a slap on my back he disappeared with Wolf into the shadows of the car port, where three other of his brothers were waiting for them.
I wasted no time making a beeline toward Dre and when she saw me coming, her eyes widened and her mouth fell open. When she realized her mistake in showing her emotions she slapped a mask over her face, but it was too late. I’d already seen her fear and my cock was already hard because of it.
I couldn’t blame her.
She should’ve been afraid.
VERY fucking afraid.
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
DRE
“What the fuck?” I shrieked, as I was lifted up by the waist and hoisted over Preppy’s shoulder. He stomped off into the shadows, away from the house. He carried me into the garage, passed tarp covered vehicles, then through another door in the very back, which led to a small cluttered apartment of sorts. I pounded my fists onto his back and screamed at him to put me down. Preppy kicked the door shut and bent at the waist, tossing me off of his shoulder, my back slamming against the door as I stumbled on my feet. Preppy loosened his bow tie then closed the distance between us. His body pressed up against mine. His knee between my legs didn’t afford me much room to escape. I hated that my body didn’t understand its reaction to him, my dampened panties weren’t welcome. It didn’t get that I was angry. All it understood was that Preppy was near and because of that, my clit thrummed with excitement when what I really wanted to do was pummel him.
