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All The Right Reasons

By: AlyKat4Life

Chapter 2 - Animals

I, I'm driving black on black,

just got my license back;

I got this feeling in my veins

this train is coming off the track;

I'll ask polite if the devil needs a ride;

Because the angel on my right

ain't hanging out with me tonight;

"Are you fucking kidding me? You drive the freaking van from the god damned A-team?" It was near noon and Connie had decided that since Juice was staying in town for the day that they needed to go out. 'To get to know each other,' she'd said. Obviously after the whole brother/boyfriend mix up. When she'd dragged him outside though, he came face to face with her vehicle, a GMC Vandura. Rare as hell nowadays, but she sure enough had one.

Connie grinned in delight at the chance to show off her wheels; her pride and joy. Sure he needed some work with, well… everything, but hey, he was all hers. "Damn skippy! I've dubbed him B.A. of course."

"B.A. looks like he might have died about ten years ago." He replied jokingly, though it wasn't much of a joke. The poor van was rusted in many areas and the black paint was peeling at the fenders and nearly faded all the way to the metal on the hood. The tint on the windows had bubbles blocking out any hope of seeing cars in the rear and the tires were so bald they'd probably just keep going when she hit the breaks. It was pretty damn cool though in his book. "I guess I could help make it look worthy though."

"Really?" Connie's brown eyes lit up and she started bouncing with excitement in the spot she stood. Before he knew it, she'd launched herself at him and Juice had to struggle to brace himself for the barrage of kisses she was leaving on his mouth, cheeks, and neck. Once he got his footing in place though, Juice got into the rhythm and started attacking her right back.

If anyone actually seen the two of them together like this, which was quite possible since it always happened in plain view, they may think the two were fighting with each other, and they were. They were constantly at war on who was going to have the upper hand. Never soft and sweet, but ferocious and hurried. Like they were racing to see who could finish first.

Unlocking the van, without skipping a beat, they fell into the back and the clothes started flying as soon as Juice's foot was able to get the door closed behind them.

Screamin' no!

We're never gonna quite,

ain't nothing wrong with it;

Just acting like we're animals;

No, no matter where we go

Cause everybody knows;

We're just a couple animals;

So come on baby, get in

Get in, just get in

Check out the trouble we're in

Connie was the first girl Juice had ever brought to the clubhouse for one of the infamous 'after church' Friday night parties. Normally he'd just end up hooking up with one of the crow eaters or hang rounds, but not tonight. Tonight he got to proudly show off his new girl to all the guys. He got to be the one with a steady girl for once like Jax, Clay, and Opie. Even though they always gave him shit about his overactive brain and goofy ways, he was never one to actually be able to keep a girl for long. Now though, he found a girl that could not only keep up with him, but was into the same things as him.

Connie had a love of the technical world like him. The best part of all though, at least in Juice's book, was that she was a closet anime fan just like him. Yeah, on the outside Juice was a rough and ready biker who would kill at the drop of a dime for a brother and could crack into some of the hardest police data bases, but on the inside he was a nerd. That's right; a true to the word, 'I-heart-DBZ', computer building and tinkering, online gaming, NERD.

And so was his new leading lady, whom looked dead sexy on his arm, wearing dark skinny jeans, gladiator sandaled flats, flowing black and purple shirt and a silver chain that hung from her neck with a Celtic knot centered at her chest. Her shoulder blade length brown hair was loose in waves with wispy bangs off to the right side. The best part of all was that she was all his to introduce to the guys… that is, if they could make it inside to begin with.

They were lucky they'd actually made it to the clubhouse in the first place. Juice had been so distracted with her thighs clinging tightly to his and her hand creeping dangerously low that he'd nearly pulled the damn bike over to take her on the side of the road. Laws of indecency he damned, he needed her like a drug.

Now though they were still on his bike in the parking lot of TM auto necking like a couple of high school teenagers that had just hit puberty. Well, until Tig came walking out, beer in hand, and noticed them. "Hey Juicey! Hope you didn't forget your napkins! She know you're a quick squirter?"

Grunting, Juice pulled away from the beautiful imprisoning smog that was Constance and tossed the bird in the other biker's direction. "Fuck you man." Once he helped his 'co-pilot' off the bike he started walking towards the curly haired man. "Hey… want you to meet Connie. Connie, Tig."

"The hoe from across the hall you've been whining about the last month?"

"Jesus man, do you have any tact at all?" The younger man muttered under his breath as the girl on his arm let out a giggle.

'Mr. Tig must not have been informed of the brother situation,' Connie thought to herself.

You're beside me on the seat,

got your hand between my knees;

And you control how fast we go

By just how hard you wanna squeeze;

It's hard to steer when you're breathing in my ear;

But I got both hands on the wheel

While you got both hands on my gears;

The sheets were gripped tightly in dark fists as they held on. A dull thud could be heard from the main room of the clubhouse over the heavy breathing and panting. Juice was perched on the edge of the bed with his feet on the floor and his legs spread open. His pants were still on, but the button and zipper were opened and the top of his jeans pulled just low enough to giving the little brunette beauty between his knees access to 'Little Carlos.' Yeah, his penis had a name; he'd been thirteen once just like every other guy out there and had named his shit thinking it was to cool thing to do.

They'd retired to one of the back dorms nearly half an hour earlier after Juice had nearly swallowed dear Connie at the bar after double shot's of Jose. Who would have thought the bar tender could contend with the best of them? By that point she'd already drunk Happy and Bobby under the table and that's when the young Rican decided he'd wanted her to himself and had picked her up effortlessly (as best he could after straight tequila shots) and took her to a back room.

Now he was looking down at her and her big brown eyes were looking up at him under her lashes in a devilish way as she worked him good; so damn good. The way she was flicking her tongue on the bottom side of his cock and the little moaning sounds that sent vibrations shivering up his spine were driving him wild. He gripped the sheets harder in an effort to keep from grabbing the back of her head and just slamming into the back of her mouth.

When he felt himself tensing and the pressure building to its peek, he did grab her head, but pulled her off him instead of the reverse. He pulled her mouth up to his and then moved both his hands to her pants and worked them off her hips and let them slide to the floor. Murmuring against her cherry chap stick covered lips, he got the point across that he wanted to finish inside a different one of her orifices.

Yeah, they were definitely just a couple of animals.

By now, no doubt that we were heading south;

I guess nobody ever taught her not to speak with a full mouth;

'Cause this was it, like flicking on a switch;

It felt so good I almost drove into the ditch.