Bring It On

Chapter 6

Anna-Lee's POV

That was the best sex I've had in a long time. I was sore in all the right places, and I didn't have any horrors of the past plaguing my mind. It was amazing.

The details of our arrangement was that we keep it secret. He's gonna set up a hotel that we're gonna use, and it'll be where we meet up. We also agreed to not ask questions. If one of us sent the other a text, we simply went to the hotel and those would be the only words exchanged. No self harming though. He was able to hurt me in the best way when he fucked me and that was all I needed.

When he set up the hotel, he sent me the address and I saw it wasn't far. Just a couple of blocks and I pass it all the time going to the store. I could go there, I convinced myself.

Another of our agreements was that if we wanted to fuck someone else, the other can't say shit. I was more than okay with that. After all, we were just using each other.

The next couple days they were doing their best to take what they want from that other MC and Tanner asked me to lay low as a just in case. He said he didn't know how many noticed me the other day and might target me. He also gave me a pistol to use for protection. I didn't leave home without it, even though I had one in my glove box. The one he gave me was smaller and easier to conceal.

Tonight Tanner, Brick, and Wrath came in, laughing and smiling. The job they did must have gone well. "Heya sis," Tanner said as he grabbed a beer from the fridge. "Whatcha doin'?" "Job hunting," I said as I scrolled through a job listing site. "What for," he asked me. "I'm not gonna mooch off you forever," I said to him. "And I'd like to continue letting my retirement checks stack." "You're not mooching," he said. "You're keeping the house clean."

I heard Wrath and Brick making wincing sounds. "Wrong thing to say brother," Brick whispered. "Yeah, well I'm not your fucking maid," I said to him. "I'm just sayin' since you been doin' me a solid, I ain't worried about you not workin'," he said to me. "I'm tired of bein' stuck in the house all day," I said to him. "Can't argue there," he said.

"So how did tonight go," I asked them while closing my laptop and moving it to the side. "Fucking amazing," Wrath said as they all sat down. "Not a damn one of them saw it coming tonight." "They think it's Robbed Gravestones since they hit their drug operation yesterday," Brick said.

Robbed Gravestones was on the list of their enemies. They had a patch with a tombstone wrapped in chains. "They also freed their prostitutes," Tanner said. "I know them boys are gonna be pissed without their leashed pussy. That's for damn sure."

"I heard they had men in they were pimping out too," Brick said, causing Wrath and Tanner to shiver in disgust. "I don't do prostitutes. I'm not gonna pay a woman to have sex with me. It's more work to get them in the fucking mood when I can easily pick a hanger and get myself off that way and not spend a dime," Wrath said and they agreed.

They stayed late, laughing and drinking to the point they weren't sober enough to ride home so they crashed in the living room while Tanner stumbled up to his room.

The next morning I was up before they were and began cooking breakfast. I had Asking Alexandria playing softly from my phone as I cooked. Wrath then came in looking tired. He didn't say anything as he poured himself a cup of coffee. Soon Tanner was up, his hair a mess, and only in a pair of basketball shorts.

"Hell yeah," he said when snatching a piece a of bacon from the platter. I shook my head at him with a soft smile. I had just finished cooking when Brick came in. He poured himself a cup of coffee before sitting down.

After they ate they did the dishes and each gave me a kiss on the head with a thank you before they left. Tanner shook his head, "Viper won't be too happy when he finds out you're breaking his bikers." I rolled my eyes, "I'm not breaking his bikers." "They don't do dishes," he said. "They did dishes for you." "Have you ever cooked food for them when they're here," I asked him. "Hell no. I'm not a sissy boy cooking for my friends," he declared. "Well there you go," I said. "I made them food, and to repay me, they did the dishes."