Rusty Hounds MC

Headaches and Happy Pills

Tokyo in Tulsa had been amazing! The girls had gotten a ton of stuff they could only dream about. A few weeks had passed but all Ari could think about what that sexy hunk of biker she had seen that day. Fable was having her own little jam session in the bathroom as she got ready for her shift at the local McDonalds. Ari giggled hearing her best friend sing Owl City -Fireflies to the point they neighbors may even hear the free concert. Ari braided her hair, wearing a tight fitting long sleeve shirt that was low cut enough that her boobs were slightly pushed up and out. Her jeans were boot cut, rips in the legs a bit and she decided to wear her boots today. She looked at herself in the mirror throwing on her false lashes and a bit of brown eyeshadow to create a smoky eye.

"Fable, I'm leaving for work now!" She giggled as she grabbed her lanyard. Walking out to the back diesel truck she climbed in, enjoying the sound of the cold start. The smell of diesel filling her nose again, she pushed in the clutch again and popped it into first heading toward her work. The Four Star diner, located beside the casino but hidden quietly behind a hotel. As she parked her truck out back and walked to the front she was greeted by a woman in her 40s. She was tall and skinny, blonde hair in a messy bun. "Ari! It's so good to see you, you have customers in Smokers side already. Focus on that for today!" She called. Ari nodded dancing her way into the kitchen laughing. Her favorite cook was here today, he was an older man. His skin the same color as milk chocolate but his eyes were a beautiful silver. Every single woman would come in when he was there, just to try and get his number. "Good morning Jack!" Ari smiled grabbing her book and popping a pen in her apron as she tied it tightly around her hips.

Jack looked at her a grin on his face, "Ah my favorite work wife! I missed you!" Ari rolled he eyes as she walked out, "I better be your only work wife Jack!" She teased before walking into the Smokers side. Paying no attention to the customer yet as she got her book and pen, she spoke her words like honey. "What can I get you tod-" She trailed off as she looked up. Met with the striking green eyes of the sexy biker hunk again. Her heart begun to pound in her chest, butterflies filling her stomach. Her cheeks and body becoming hot as her eyes finally got a good look at all of him close up.

Reaper grinned, "If your on the menu, I'll take that to go please." He said smoothly, his voice making her weak in the knees. Pres watched closely; the club of 8 watching the girl and Reaper intently. A grin on their faces at the smell of her arousal. Ari stammered, quickly averting her eyes. "W-What to drink today sir?" She asked. Reaper ordered for everyone, the prospect taking it seriously; plus he wanted to keep talking to this girl. She was beautiful. His nose filling with the aroma of diesel and vanilla. It seemed like the nastiest of smells but to him, it was heaven.

Ari scurried away to get their drinks, hiding behind the few loose locks. She was finally able to catch her breath, her body aching to go near him again. She didn't understand how he could be so....intoxicating. If he would've asked her to bend over....

Ari stop! She scolded herself before taking the 9 drinks back. Setting each one down she started taking orders before she ended up on Reaper last, her blue orbs locking onto his green. "And for you hot stuff?" The words just slipped out, but thankfully she was still blushing earlier. "I want you to feed me what you think is best." He stated and she smiled, "I got just the thing." She smiled and walked away. She returned a few times while they waited on the food to cook, the flirting becoming more and more between her and Reaper. The other men didn't seem to mind, lost in their own conversation. He started to seem possessive to them, his eyes following her everywhere now. "Her." He told the Pres as she started coming back with their order. "It's her." He gave a low growl. Pres nodded, "She's human." He said softly.

Ari gave everyone their meal and set a burger Infront of Reaper. "It's a custom, not on the menu. It's what I get at least once a week." She blushed hoping he'd enjoy it. "Enjoy your meal boys!" She giggled before walking out. She wrote her phone number down on a receipt for him, hoping it didn't make her seem desperate. There was something about him that drove her to want to be near him. It was almost nearing the end of her shift, everyone had left but Reaper. He seemed to be waiting for her, it made her feel good. Her heart racing as she entered with his card and her number. "Here you go." She smiled at him, he grabbed her hand. Pulling himself up he towered over her. She was barley 5'5" and he was standing at 6' even. She started to shake, her mind going to dirty places again.

Reaper grinned, the scent of her arousal filling his nose. "Wanna come hangout tonight? I can show you real fun." He asked, her knees weak again. "I don't know...my friend may wonder why I'm not home..." She said slowly, but after locking eyes again she felt her resolve weakening. "O-Ok...can you follow me home though? I'd like to change..." She said softly. He grinned a toothy grin, "Yeah babe let's go." He chuckled as he went out and started up his Indian. It was black and beautiful, the purr made Ari even more turned on. She always loved motorcycles and this dude was everything she ever wanted.

He followed her home, Fable hadn't returned yet. Must've been a date night? Oh well. Ari changed quickly, thankfully she didn't stink like she'd expected too. She slipped on a pair of leggings and a baggy sweater. she was also wearing her favorite black lace thong and a push up bra. She felt and looked hot. Why was she dressing up like this for a stranger? Shaking off the though she slipped on her shoes and walked out. Reaper was smoking a cigarette waiting, putting her number into his phone. Looking up he felt a possessive growl escape. Just take her right here. Make her ours. Shell accept the change.

Reaper watched the way her hips swung as she walked toward him, the way her t**s bounced. He felt his pants starting to become tight as he started the bike again handing her his helmet. She got on, her body molding against his so perfectly. Fable and her boyfriend and pulled in, her friends eyes worried as they drove away. The roar of the bike filling Roland with the amazing sound. He didn't go into Fort Smith, instead he got off at the Moffett exit. He drove through some side roads, before he was slowly going down a dirt road between some corn fields.

Ari watched as the large 2 story house came into view. Cars, trucks and bikes all parked outside. She felt nervous, but Reapers arm snuck around her waist as they started walking inside the house. The boys howling as they jammed and played pool. Pres looked up as Ari and Reaper walked in. Reaper grinned and walked her upstairs to his room. "Sorry about that, we can hang up here. It gets really loud and they have enough women to gawk over." He laid on his bed looking at her. Her eyes looked around the room, the walls had wood panels and one giant mirror. It also had 3 windows in total. She walked toward him, her fingers tracing the patches on his cut. "Rusty Hounds huh?" She asked curiously.

Reaper laid on his back, pulling her on top of him. "Yeah, I've been a Prospect with them for about a year." Oh how he wanted to tell her how it worked. He wanted to take her right then, his body aching for it. She felt herself becoming wet over him. Why was she acting this way? This wasn't her...but God he was just so...

Her thoughts stopped when she kissed him, his tongue pushing into her mouth. He slipped his fingers into her hair deepening their kiss. They kissed for what seemed like hours, but had only truly been a few minutes. He pulled back and growled, his eyes a golden color. Ari gasped, fear racking through her, but she managed to only get wetter.