MJ’s POV

“I fucking got in, dipshit!” Dice yelled over top of Johnny who had so rudely cut me off. I looked over to the red mop to my right praying that she wasn’t going to take this in the direction I thought she would. But if I knew Dice, and I did, she was going to lay it all out on the line. “Did some things I’m not proud of, but I was in... After they saw I could kick some serious ass.” Oh, good she’s stopping there! Yeah, as if I would be that lucky…

Diced turned towards me and took a breath, a smirk coming over her face as I glared at her. Don’t. You. Dare. Tell them the rest. Brian will freaking kill me, or maybe Dice rather, if he knew about what happened in that biker gang. It was bad enough that she already brought up Duke. Yeah, he was hot and my first, but I’m sure Brian didn’t want to know that, and I didn’t want him to know that. Hell, we’re talking about the summer after our freshman year of college shenanigans. We were young and stupid.

Dice saw the pleading look in my eyes and just chuckled before she continued. That fucking bitch—a lovable bitch—but a bitch nonetheless. I swear she just likes to stir the pot sometimes. “And MJ was my super side-kick buddy. Man, those were fun times.”

I pinched my eyes shut and leaned back, picturing the vein popping in Brian’s neck from clenching his jaw so tightly. Yeah, I didn’t even have to open my eyes to know what was going to happen next. How did I know that he was going to be pissed? Well, lets just say he was always warning me about staying out of trouble and this would definitely sounded like trouble.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Matt raged, throwing his hands up in the air before storming into the house. Maybe he was reconsidering opening that bar. I really hoped so because between all this and the Brian and Zacky drama, I could really use a drink—a cherry martini to be exact. Mmm…what I would give for one right now. Two or three of them would help wash away all my problems, mainly because I was a lightweight. What did I weigh, 120 pounds?

“You’re not serious, right?” Johnny asked nervously. “Like what kind of fun times?”

I peaked one of my eyes open to see Dice leaning back in her chair with her arms behind her head, a real smug expression on her face. “Why would I lie about this, dickwad? When have I ever lied about anything?” I could think a few things but I wasn’t going to open my mouth. “MJ and I were smokin’ hot biker babes that ruled that roost. We went on long rides. Got into fights. Broke the law. You name it, we did it and it was awesome.”

“Excuse me?” Brian finally snapped. Oh, he didn’t sound pleased at all. “You mean to tell me you dragged MJ into that fucking mess?”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, I didn’t drag MJ into anything,” Dice said calmly with narrow eyes, though we both knew that wasn’t necessarily true. “She was a willing participant in all this and don’t forget he was dating that handsome ass biker, Duke. That wasn’t his real name, was it?”

Before I could even prepare myself, Brian’s eyes were on me, burning a whole in the side of my head as I chewed my bottom lip. Thanks Dice, this is just how I wanted this evening to go. “You willingly went along with that? Look at you! Those guys could have made you their own person slamming material!”

I let out a long sigh as I stood up, moving to calm the savage beast that was now pacing the patio. “But they didn’t,” I soothed, grabbing him around the waist from behind. “I’m safe. Yes we were young and stupid, but we learned a lot,” I shrugged my shoulders, pressing my body to Brian’s back. I felt him instantly relax with my touch.

“Anyway that’s all in the past,” Dice continued, saving me yet again. Though it was her fault I was in this mess. “Not that I would have let any one of those bastards lay a hand on her. Plus, Duke protected her from whatever fucking mess she got herself into at that time, but that’s besides the point.” Wait, what mess had I gotten myself into? I wasn’t sure. It was hard to tell because I was pretty sure Dice considered it a crisis when we stood in the supermarket for aisle for ten minutes while I tried to decide what kind of Doritos I wanted.

“So did you guys wear the whole leather vests and chaps get-up?” I didn’t understand why Johnny sounded so excited about this question. Everyone knew bikers wore leather so we were no different. Though I was surprised when Brian spun around in my arms and looked at me with questioning brow. Was that a dirty smirk on his face.

“What else would we wear in a biker gang?” Dice answered like he was an idiot, her eyes scanning the patio for Matt and the now missing Jimmy. I prayed that he went to get some alcohol. “Leather and denim, there was no other way. Plus, blondie here looks pretty damn good in a pair of leather chaps if I do say so myself. I would have banged her if I was into that sort of thing.”

A deep blush fell over my face as all eyes turned on me. It felt like everyone was trying to envision me in leather.

“Any chance of these leather outfits making an appearance?” Brian you dirty dog. How did I know that’s what he was thinking? He focused his gaze on me, his eyes almost pleading to answer his question. Oh, wouldn’t you like to know. “Maybe a pair of those ass-less chaps floating around in a closet?” He looked so hopeful it was almost cute.

“Oh, the chaps are nothing compared to Dice’s leather bikini. You still have that don’t you?” I teased, his brown eyes darting over to Dice and then back at me. Was he trying to figure out if I had one to? Of course I did. Why wouldn’t I have something that cool?

“You have a leather bikini?” Zack asked with a raised brow.

“Who has a leather bikini?” Matt appeared in the door with a red cup in his hand. Oh, so he got to break into the bar but it wasn’t okay for the rest of us? Dice almost looked like she was going to cry with joy when she saw that. Well, that was until Matt shut the door behind us and twirled the keys in his other hand before stuffing them back in his pocket.

“Open the bar and we’ll show you,” Dice taunted, getting up and stealing the cup away. She took a long sip before turning and shooting daggers at him. “You fucking asshole! How come you’ve got a cup of Jack while the rest of us are drinking this piss water?!”

“Wait did you just lock the fucking door so we couldn’t get any booze? That’s fucking low, Shads.” Brian pulled away from me, taking a step towards Matt. “Come on, you cant fucking drink in front of us. That’s just cruel and unusual punishment.”

“Hey, it’s my house, my rules,” Matt said, moving to take his cup back from Dice, but she was quicker. “And I say I’m the only one drinking until you two fuck heads stop this shit.” Oh, so this ‘party’ was my fault. I bit my lip and took a step backwards, feeling bad for unintentionally causing a riff in a friendship.

“What shit?” Brian and Zacky asked the same time, looking at Matt and then each other. Had they made up and didn’t tell anyone? Was it some kind of unspoken brotherhood thing? I was confused. The last I knew Brian told me I wasn’t allowed to talk to Zacky, and I was abiding by the rule. He had texted me a few times but I hadn’t answered. I didn’t want to lose Brian and truthfully I didn’t trust Zack anymore.

Matt crossed his arms over his chest and gave them a pointed look before trying to grab the glass away from Dice. “This beef you have with each other. You two better grill it up and eat it because this ends tonight.” Both of the guys looked back at me and then met each other’s eye, exchanging a small nod that I didn’t understand.

“Hey, I don’t have anything to do with this so why am I being punished?” Johnny was whining now and that made him look even more childish.

“Yeah, what Christ said!” Dice said, lunging away from Matt again. She was small and fast and was keeping just a step out of reach, careful not to spill the precious drink with her movements. “You better fucking open that door or you’re going to be sorry Sanders.” Her green eyes glowered dangerously at him as she put me in between them. Sure, put the smallest one of the bunch against the biggest. That was fair.

“This isn’t a freaking drinking party!” Matt snapped, running his hands over his head in a frustrated manner as he met my eyes. I gave him an apologetic smile as he turned back towards the guys, Dice taking another long swig. I wished she’d share.

“What do you want us to do, fucking hold hands and sing kumbaya?” Brian threw his arms up in the air, obviously pissed. I sank back down into the patio recliner and hugged my knees to my chest, trying to hide. This was all my fault. “’Cause that aint fuckin’ happening! Vengeance and I are fine.”

“I agree and if we knew Colonel Sanders was throwing a dry party we have brought our own booze or bailed.” Zacky was now standing too and things were getting heated. “Speaking of which, I think the Rev already did that. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but maybe the Jimmy was the smart one here. Lucky bastard.” My eyes darted from the kneecaps that my head rested on to look for the gangly goof. Zacky was right, he was nowhere to be seen. Where had he gone and why didn’t he take me with him?

“You cant hold out on us like this, man! I’m not even in that crazy love triangle!” Johnny was almost pleading, pointing between Brian, Zacky, and I. As Brian glared at Zacky, Johnny dropped to the ground, groveling. It was kind of funny to see him down on his knees in front of Matt wrestling with Dice again. Wasn’t she just—never mind. Anyway Johnny almost looked like a baby in comparison. I would have laughed it the tension hadn’t been thick. “Just open the damn bar!”

“No! No one is drinking until this shit is cleared up!” Matt yelled just as he grabbed Dice around the waist and wrestled the cup away from her. He downed the rest of its contents in one swift motion while the rest of us stared him down with daggers.

“Oh, you’re going to fucking get it!” Dice looked like she was about ready to kill someone and before I could even comprehend what happened, both Matt and Dice were in the pool. She emerged first and pulled herself up side with a triumphant smirk, holding the keys firmly in her hand. I gaped as she simple shook out her wet clothes and headed toward the house with the guys. “Well, I call this shit cleared up. Gates and Vengeance are in the same fucking place and talking. If they want to punch each other around drunk, let ‘em. Lets get this party started.”

“Dice! I swear to God!” Matt screamed from the pool, slamming his fists angrily in the water. “Don’t you fucking dare!” But the door shut leaving Matt and I alone outside. “Fuck!”

I looked down at the small hearts tattooed on my feet with a frown. This was all because of me and I truly felt bad about it. I just hoped that Dice was right and that they were over hating each other. “I’m sorry, Matt…” I murmured, chewing my bottom lip. “I-I didn’t mean to cause such a-a problem.”

Matt’s POV

I sighed and ran my hands over my face, now sitting on the edge of the pool. I felt like I weighed 300 pounds in my wet clothes but I was too pissed off to go inside right now. I couldn’t believe Dice fucking pushed me into the pool, stole my keys, and disobeyed my wishes. She fucking pissed me off tonight with the whole eight page list of people she’d slept with and now this. Oh, she was going to get it.

Though, I couldn’t be upset with the results. You see my whole plan had been to force them to work together to end this stupid feud. I knew if I took away the alcohol they would pissed at me instead of each other, forcing them to come together to get what they wanted—my precious store of booze. Okay, so maybe I was being a little bit extreme about no drinking until they made up but desperate times called for desperate measures. We really had to get back into the studio and finish this album, release it, and get out on tour. The record label was starting to push for scheduling tour dates. We couldn’t do any of that if Gates and Vengeance weren’t willing to work together.

I turned around and looked at MJ huddled up in the chair with a small frown on her face. I could tell that she felt bad over all this and even though it kind of was her fault, you couldn’t stay mad at her. She didn’t do anything wrong—well minus the sleeping with Zack part but we didn’t even know when that really happened. According to Dice, didn’t remember anything about the incident and Baker wasn’t talking. It wasn’t my business anyway. I just wanted them to get over it.

“They’ll come around,” I shrugged, glancing inside to see my all of my band mates and my girlfriend doing a toast with their glasses. Okay so maybe Dice was right because now there they were laughing and having a good time. In the end my plan did work because they banded together against me to get booze. “And my plan worked.”

“What?” MJ tilted her head at me looking very confused. “You knew all that was going to happen?” she gaped seconds later, my words catching up with her.

I smiled and shrugged as I stood. “I didn’t plan on swimming in clothes if that’s what you mean.” MJ threw me a pointed look and shook her head. “Okay, so maybe I planned this.”

“I have to give you credit, Mr. Sanders,” MJ giggled, leaning back in the recliner. “You’re always surprising me.”

“And why’s that?” This was going to be good. It wasn’t hard to surprise blondie in my experience because she was in fact blonde.

She looked up at me with those blue eyes and bit her bottom lip, a light blush just barely visible with the light from the house. “Well…I never thought I would see a guys make Dice like—well, like she is now. You know, happy, loving, and bubbly. That’s new for her. Plus I never really thought of you as the schemer. Thought that was more of Zacky or Jimmy’s hat.” She looked amused as she spoke, her eyes watching something behind me.

“Well, I hate to tell you that if I wasn’t a schemer then nothing would ever get done in our clan,” I chuckled, turning and following her gaze through the bushes. “Someone has to keep those assholes in line.”

MJ laughed lightly and nodded her head. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. I’m kind of the same way with Dice. If I hadn’t been their to bail her ass out, she’d be dead I’m almost positive,” and I believed that and vice versa. Those two need each other just like I needed my best friends. In many ways, MJ was like the female version of myself and I saw that the more I talked to her.

“Where the fuck did everyone go?” I turned around to see Jimmy coming through the bushes where MJ had been watching. Did she know he was coming? “I went to get some shit to get this party started and everyone’s gone? This is fucking bullshit!”

MJ laughed and took a bag out of Jimmy’s arms as he set a large box of liquor on the table. Fucking Christ, was he planning on this being a rager? And was MJ holding a bag with pot? Jesus. He moved over to the box and pulled out a bottle of Jager and passed MJ a tall bottle of something called Kinky.

“How did you know that I love this shit?” she asked, her eyes lighting up as she opened the bottle and took a swig.

Jimmy threw his head back and laughed, pulling the little 5’6’’ blonde into his side. She looked so tiny next to him it was almost funny. “Because I know everything! I am a fucking mastermind! Now go get Dicey, Knife Master has a gift for her too.”

Within an hour, we were all laying around the patio buzzed and higher than kites. My head was spinning and my dick was throbbing painfully in my pants as I watched Dice walk around in her bra and short denim shorts. Apparently booze and pot makes her sweat and kills me at the same time.

“Why are you’re eyes all…all sparkly like?” MJ giggled, sitting on Brain’s lap and running her fingers over his face. Her eyes were bright red and her cheeks were flushed, but her red eyes were nothing compared to Gates. “They’re like brow stars…”

“Shut up, MJ,” Dice groaned, tripping over Jimmy who was laying on his back staring at the sky without blinking. “You sound like a babbling idiot…never giving you pot again. Do we have any Cheetos?” She mused, now straddling my lap. She looked relaxed but stoned out of her mind. I had no idea how she wasn’t lying on the ground with Jimmy, unable to move with how much she smoked. “Or…” her fingers trailed down my chest as she moved her core over my pants. Shit, she was horny too.

“Mmm…Cheetos or Doritos or Fritos….or these beautiful lips…why are they so perfect?” I rolled my eyes at MJ. Its was almost funny. Almost.

“Why don’t you just relax, baby doll?” Brian slurred, his eyes barely open now. He reached up his hand and pulled her head down on his shoulder. “Just....”

My attention as suddenly drawn back to Dice as her hand rubbed my hard member through my pants, biting my knuckle to suppress a moan. “So how about that thing I promised you…” she breathed in my ear.

Within seconds I had scooped her up into my arms and raced up to my room. Once I heard the door shut behind me, I smiled seductively down at Red before grabbing her and pushing her against the wall. My lips instantly went for the tender skin on the side of her neck, working up and down on her beautiful pale skin. I let my hands wander over her body, slowly removing her bra. My lips made a trail from her neck all the way down to her breasts, taking that little pink peak captive with my mouth. As I sucked and massaged them, she let out a loud gasp.

Moments later, Dice pulled me back up and crashed her lips into mine. I scooped her up into my arms and lead her over to the bed, our tongues battling for dominance. Once her back hit the mattress, my hands moved to unbutton her shorts. I nibbled at her bottom lip as I tried to control my ragged breathing. Shit and she was wearing this fucking little black thong? “Damn babe…” I rasped, pushing her back and teasing her with my tongue over the fabric.

“Don’t. Fucking. Tease. Me,” she panted, a moan escaping her slightly swollen red lips. My fingers pushed the delicate fabric to side so that I could run long fingers over her dripping wet slit. Oh, she was wet and ready for me but I wanted to taste her. No, I needed to taste her. I gave Dice a smirk before my head disappeared between her thighs, my tongue moving through her moisture.

“Mmm…you don’t want this at all, do you?” I teased, her hips starting to buck at me as I slide a finger deep inside her. After a moment of slow agonizing movement, I added in a second finger and begin to lick and suck her soft little mound.

“Fucking hell, Matt!” Dice threw her head back in pure ecstasy as I worked on her, long red locks cascading down her back. “Oh, god you’re going to make me cum,” she moaned just as her walls clamped down on my fingers and her lady juices flooded into my mouth. I raised my eyebrows at her as I slowly pulled out and licked her juices off.

Before I can comprehend what is happening in my state of intoxication, Dice’s lips are glued to mine as I push her back down into the mattress. I broke of the kiss, hungry for what she promised me. I had been thinking about it all week and I couldn’t fucking wait any longer. I grabbed Dice by the hips and dragged down the bed, putting her calves on my shoulder as I reached for the bottle of lube.

“You better be ready for this because I’m not turning back now,” I growled in a husky tone, my lubed finger gently rimming her perfect little asshole. “This is so fucking hot…” Dice looked up at me with her piecing green eyes, letting out a moan, her perfect lips slightly parted.

“Just go slow,” she requested.

“Of course,” I replied with a mischievous smile. “But you’ll let me know if I hurt you or you want me to stop, right?” As soon as she nodded, I locked eyes with her and slowly stuck one of my fingers into her tight little asshole.

Dice’s jaw dropped as a deep moan escaped her lips. “Fuck…Matt… “ I smiled as she moaned my name, slowly working my finger into her a little bit more, moving a little bit faster. I bit my lower lips as she arched her back and lets out another moan. God she looked so fucking hot like this. It was hard to keep from slamming my length in her right then and there.

“Damn…” I carefully worked in another finger, watching to make sure that didn’t hurt her or make her uncomfortable. To my surprise, she is slowly rockied her hips on my fingers, causing me to penetrate her little asshole deeper.

“This is so fucking hot,” I moaned, pulling my fingers out and working a shit load of lube all over my dick and her ass. “Are you ready for this?” I asked but I didn’t wait for her answer as I flipped her over on her stomach and pulled her ass toward me. I took as raspy breath before I gave her perfectly round ass a hard slap and slowly pressed the tip into that tight little hole. “Fuck!” I yelled, feeling her tight anal walls surround my dick. “You feel so fucking good baby.” I gave her ass another slap as I grabbed her hair and gave it a firm tug.

“Oh yeah!” She screamed, arching her back as I slowly start to work my way in and out of her. Before I knew what’s happening, Dice was slamming her hips backwards onto my erection, causing me to dive deeper into her anus. I quickly grasped her hips before increasing my pace, knowing that with the tightness it wouldn’t take me long to cum. Its then that I felt her tighten around me and she lets out an ear shattering scream as a massive orgasm takes her body.

“Oh, fuck Dice…I’m so close …” I rasped out, her walls constricting around me as I spill my seed inside her. Moments later, we both collapse down onto the bed covered in sweat but oh so satisfied. “Fuck…” I breathed, pulling her body into me. “You better be ready for more because next time we’re not doing that gentle shit.”

Dice rolled over and looked at me, her eyes bloodshot. She smiled and pecked my lips before pulling away and climbing out of bed.

“Where the fuck are you going?” I gaped, sitting up and trying to pull her back.

“Downstairs? I’m hungry and you owe me fucking Cheetos.” She shrugged before pulling on a pair for sweats and tank and heading out the door.

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