EroticReverie

I'd spent my entire life around the club , and I'd known Trey since I was 13. Trey was a kid from the wrong side of the tracks, that fell into life with my dad's MC when they caught him trying to steal one of their bikes outside of a bar.  Trey was a foster kid, and Brooks, one of the men in my dads club, showed him mercy, took him under his wing. He was 17 at the time, and two years later, he moved in with Brooks and was patched into the MC soon after. 

I'd spent all of my teenage years bothering him and my brother, who was the same age as Trey, wanting to hang around them while at the club house, pestering them for attention. It was clear to my father I had a bit of a crush on Trey, and he warned me off of him. Keeping as much of an eye on me as he could. 

But Trey knew better, and Trey also didn't give two shits about me, at least not in the way I wanted him to. I was "like a sister" to him. We were four years apart, plus I saw the girls him and brother hung out with.  The pretty ones, the fast ones. The ones they'd make out with and probably do a lot more with when they were in private. 

It wasnt until I was sixteen, and even though Trey was twenty, I knew he noticed me in a different way. A lot of men did. Sixteen was when my breasts really came in, along with curves that put me in the grown up category now, and now the little twig waif that I was previously. 

Even though I caught him looking at the grown up girl that he used to tease, he was still a gentleman. Probably because I was still young, and he was still too much a Raven, to lay a finger on the presidents daughter. 

By the time I was seventeen, it was even more apprarent. In the way he hugged me goodbye, and our bodies pressed against each others longer than they needed to when I'd wrap my arms around his neck, my tits pressing into his chest, his hands dropping to my lower back. Or the way he tickled me, or found little ways to touch me that couldnt be deemed to inappropriate. 

Today was my eighteenth birthday. And there was only one thing I wanted. Trey Malone, or as the guys nicknamed him recently "Thumper".

The club house was packed, it was a "family" birthday. Which meant only club members. None of my friends were ever allowed on club house grounds because they weren't eighteen. But tonight, I had a few of my girl friends here and they were mingling with freshly patched guys our age of in a corner, holding onto their muscled arms.  I only smirked to myself and shook my head as I watched them shameless turn themselves into club groupies. It was expected, I wasn't mad. There was something about a guy with a leather cut and tattoos. I would know. I was currently obsessed with one of them. 

My brother Roland walks in with his girlfriend, well...he wasn't calling her that, but she was a steady fuck, we'll put it that way. 

Jazzy sees me and walks over in a tight little powder blue dress and matching high heels, her tits as big as mine, but bought and paid for are almost falling out of her dress. Jazzy was a self proclaimed bimbo. She reminded me of Dolly Parton in the way she played into it, and made no excuses, and the bitch had a heart of gold.  Jazzy was well respected among the club house, because she never hopped from dick to dick like the other club groupies. She'd set her sights on my brother and never took them off. He loved her. I knew it. But like most dumbass guys his age, he won't realize it till he loses her. 

"Hey baby doll!" She squeals as she wraps her arms around me and presses her big tits into my own and wiggles them. I laugh , because that's how she always greets me. 

"Hey Jazzy" I say.

"happy birthday gorgeous" she says and smacks a kiss on my cheek and then swipes her thumb on my cheeks. 

"Ooops, left a mark" she says and I laugh. 

"thanks" I say and look to my brother who gives me his brotherly chin lift. Apparently it killed my brother to show too much emotion. Didnt matter though, I knew he loved me. Just like I knew he loved Jazzy, because we were the only two women in his life that I know without out a doubt he'd kill anyone for touching. 

I nod back.

"Happy birthday Birdie" he says and I roll my eyes at the nickname. 

Since they were the Ravens, and Raven was my first name, and I was the daughter of the president...I was dubbed Birdie since the day I was born.  However most called me Raven, or Rae.  

I see the corner of his lips lift, because he knows I hate when HE uses the nick name. 

"where is Trey?" I ask , because him and brother are like siamese twins, and they're always the last to arrive to club house gatherings. 

He shrugs. "Probably earning his nickname with some club girl in lot." he says and my face falls and he smirks again. 

My brother purposely liked to remind me that Trey fucked lots of girls, that weren't me.  He also made sure to tell me, that's how he got his name Thumper. Because the guys could always hear his bed in the club house hitting the wall, always at a fast pace. 

Jokes on my brother though, because that news only made me want to be the one Trey was fucking like a rabbit, even more. 

"There he is!" Jazzy squeaks and points to the door. 

I turn my head and damn, so much for dry panties. 

"where's the birthday Birdie?!" he calls out and then his eyes land on me and flush as people point to where I'm standing. 

Being eighteeen , didn't mean Trey was free to break the rules with me. I was off limits still. My father didn't want me to ever date a guy with a patch. I was "too good" for them he said. Deserved better. But he seemed to forget I was raised around nothing but bikers.  

I'm wearing a pair of tight leather pants and little heeled boots, along with a tight long sleeved black shirt, but it's cropped exposing my midriff. 

Trey walks over, a gift in his hand and a bouquet of black roses and I wanna die, because I know they're for me. Yes, it's my birthday, and yes, several people brought me gifts, but these ones are from HIM. 

"there she is." he says with his fricken gorgeous smile. 

Trey was six foot three, with light brown , almost blonde hair, his usually messy long hair, was slicked back tonight and pulled into a man bun at the back.  His fully inked arms were on displays with a white fitted v neck shirt, that also show cased some of his chest tattoos. He had his cut on, and dark blue jeans those big black boots as he reached out his hand with the roses. 

"Happy Brithday Rae" he winks and I want to throw myself at him and beg him to let me be his bed bunny for the night. It's my brithday afterall, and that's all I want. 

"Thanks" I say and take the roses as he leans in, his free hand grazes the bare skin at my waist as he just rests his hand casually there, while leaning in to kiss my cheek. 

That's how several people had greeted me tonight, so there was nothing sexual about it, except for the fact that it had my panties so damn wet, id soon be feeling like I pissed myself. 

He smelled so good, and I felt his hand linger, and squeeze my hip just a little as he kisses my cheek a second time and then steps back and his hand drops. 

"This is for you too" he says holding the small square box out, about the size of a book. 

"Thanks" I say with a smile and take it.

"Uh, don't open it until later." he says and I look up at him and raise my brow. 

"Huh?" I ask. 

"Just...uhh, here" he takes it back. "I'll go put it in your room." he says. 

"um" I laugh. "Okay?" 

Jazzy winks to me as Trey walks away through the main area of the club house to where the rooms are, mine is in the back. My dad gave me my own room when I was sixteen, because I never left , and he caved in, letting me have my own room when I begged him non stop for two years. 

My brother Roland looks at me. 

"Behave yourself tonight." he says and I just lift my brow and cross my arms. 

"I'm an adult now." I say, just joking and he knows it. 

"Ha." He says with zero humor. "Hardly." he says and I smile and punch his arm. 

"See you later doll!" Jazzy calls back to me as my brother walks off with her. 

Just when I'm about to move to follow Trey into my room, he's already back in the main area and surrounded by three different groupie girls. Ones I know he's fucked plenty. Hell, every guy in the club has fucked those three plenty. Penny, Louise, and Kelsie. 

I roll my eyes to myself and turn to find Porter, a newer patched member, and only two years older than me, holding up a beer. I laugh. 

"thanks" I say and take it. 

Since I was sixteen, as long as I was on club house grounds, I was allowed to drink per my fathers rules. I was never much of a drinker though, guess it loses it's appeal when you're allowed to. But tonight, I had plans to get as drunk as these biker men do every weekend. 

If I was going to offer myself to Trey tonight, I needed plenty of liquid courage to do it.