Heavy Hogs MC

by Elias Taylor

  “Wow. You look amazing.” Carter’s mouth dropped wide open when he spotted me. Wolfish lust danced in his eyes.

  “You like?” I batted my eyelashes at him, my signature move. I leaned in, placing my hand on his chest for a kiss on the cheek. His cologne hit me, a mix of spicy musk and citrus, and it made me want to drink him in.

  A loud cry of, “Aye, Mamacita!” cut through the air as we looked over to see an older man of Mexican descent tip his fedora hat in approval.

  Carter, in mock defense, pulled me into him, wrapping his hand around my waist. I grinned. “She looks great, huh? Lucky me, I got a hot date for the night.”

  Again, the old man tipped his hat. “My name is Pedro. I’m the owner.”

  Puzzled, I asked, “Why is the name of the place Joey’s and Channy’s?”

  He held his finger up. “Ah. Those are my kids. How about I bring a jug of Sangria to your table? First round is on me. Since you dress so nice to come here.”

  “Sounds good to me, Pedro. I won’t refuse your offer.”

  I glanced at Carter, and he shook Pedro’s hand in gratitude.

  “After you, beautiful.” Carter said, and I smiled sweetly at him as he gestured to the door and opened it.

  Carter led us to a table in the middle of the restaurant. I was ready to let my hair down and have a good time. Carter started to look less nervous.

  “Long time, no see.” Carter flashed a sexy grin at me.

  “Ha! I know, right? How’s your day been?” I replied.

  “Pretty good. We got that new order rolling in right now. Things are under control at the garage.” As promised, a jug of Sangria arrived in front of us with fresh lime and ice cubes in the glasses. A great start to the night.

  “How about this, huh? Great guy.” I said.

  “Yeah, really cool of him. I like Sangria.” Carter poured a glass, and I immediately chugged back half of it. I wanted to get loose.

  Carter grinned. “Ready to get the party started, huh?”

  I arched my brows at him. “Yup! So, Carter, what do you like to do for fun?”

  He contemplated before answering. “Hmm. Nothing better than hitting the open road on the bike, letting that wind hit your face. I love it. I like to see new places, too.”

  I smiled. “So, it’s all about the bike, huh?” His muscular arms moved to open the menu, and my body temperature elevated with desire.

  “Yeah, it is. I want to expand the shop and franchise like Harley Davidson.”

  “It’s great to have dreams and ambitions. Good for you. You’ll get there. A lot of people in the bar have been telling me you know your stuff.”

  “They have? That’s cool. Drinking at lunchtime has really paid off for me,” he joked.

  I lightly tapped his forearm, laughing. No mistaking those tight muscles twitching beneath. The Sangria had me tipsy. He grinned, kissing my hand softly, sending a stream of fire through my system.

  “And you’re funny, that’s a bonus,” I said.

  We ordered and enjoyed the ambiance of the restaurant.

  “How about you, Autumn? Got any future plans?”

  I twisted my lips, wondering if I should reveal my future so soon. Given he had no qualms, I decided it would be okay.

  “Yes. I want to open my own adult bookstore.”

  Carter raised his eyebrows at me. “Now, that sounds like fun.” He shook the ice cubes in his drink, waiting to hear more.

  “Sure will be for all the readers. I think we all need some erotic stories in our lives.”

  “Or you can make your own.” Carter’s husky tone lowered, and his caramel eyes melded with mine. Yum.

  The waitress came over with our order, which broke the cloud of dense lust hanging between us. Carter ordered the beef nachos, and I ordered the spicy tacos. We ate and chatted with ease. That whole tough-guy routine he had going on trickled away, and all I saw was a nice, hard working-guy beneath. The night wore on, and drinks kept flowing, but not so much that I didn’t have my wits about me. I observed Carter’s fine ass as he picked up the tab.

  “I’m having a ball with you, Carter. So much fun!”

  “Me too. Thanks for a wonderful night. I haven’t had this much fun in a long time. I’ve had so much going on because of the business.” He breathed out a sigh. “It feels good to be able to get my head above water.”

  “I get it. My early days in business were like that. But hey, men like to watch women on poles. It’s a lucrative industry. What can I say?”

  Carter put his arm around me and landed a sweet kiss on my cheek. I linked my fingers between his. The electricity between us was undeniable.

  “Come to my place. We can chill and hang out. I want to spend more time with you,” I said. I wanted him on my turf.

  “Okay, why not?” Carter hailed a cab, having thought like me that driving would be a bad idea, and we made our way to my place.

  I walked in and turned on the lights. We needed music to keep the good vibes going, so I turned on the top-forty playlist.

  “Nice place. I like it.” He peeked around, picking up a few trinkets from my shelves here and there. “I love that photo of you on your bike. Is that your Pops pushing you?”

  “Yep, that’s him. He loves his bikes, too.”

  “Really cool.”

  We continued drinking and laughing.

  “I used to go fishing with my dad. I remember getting the hook caught in my hand one day. It was the same day I caught my biggest fish. I miss those days, I’m too busy now to go with him.” He said. “You got any card games we can play?”

  “How about...strip poker!” I laughed so hard I started snorting again. “Oh, shit. Sorry. I snort when...” I couldn’t stop giggling as I brought out two more beers. I handed a fresh one to him.

  “You are so cute.” He slid his finger down the edge of my jaw.

  “Snorting is not cute. Believe me.”

  His caramel eyes lasered in on my breasts. I didn’t know where the night would take us, but I was game.

  “It is when you do it.”

  I heard Carter’s breath hitch in his throat, the spark lit between us as our thighs touched. He curved toward me, placing light butterfly kisses on my shoulder and throat. The essence of primal desire was in every place our skin touched. The fun aspect of the night merged into aching lust. Carter inched closer to me, taking the beer from my hand. I felt my breath become ragged as he twirled my hair in his fingers. His gaze fell on my lips as he slid his hand behind my back, dragging me to him.

  “So I guess we’re getting straight to the strip part of strip poker?” I mused.

  “Mmm. Only if you want to,” he murmured.

  I entwined my legs with his, and I ran my fingers over his body in a resounding yes. The insatiable hunger to climb on top of him nearly overpowered me. I held off and let him take the lead. His lips met mine, and an explosion ricocheted through my body. My mouth surrendered to his soft tongue. His eyes closed. I let passion take over as his mouth became more urgent. I unbuttoned his shirt, and just like I thought, I found all solid rock underneath there.

  “Nice,” I whispered.

  “Glad you approve. Should we take this to the bedroom?”

  “I’ll lead the way,” I said, using my best kitten voice as I held his hand, taking him to my bedroom. I had a nice big queen bed, and fragrant candles were on both end tables. Even though they weren’t lit, you could smell a hint of them.

  He grabbed me by the waist, and we resumed our kissing dance. His hands started massaging over my tits, and he grabbed my ass almost like he was feeling out the landscape. I moaned softly. My body craved his touch. His hands found their way back up as I opened my neck to him. He licked down the side of my neck and nibbled all the way down to the base and across my throat.

  “Oh, yeah. Just how I like it.”

  I heard him moan into my neck, the vibration tickling me, and it made me cry out in delight.

  “You like that?”

/>   “Yup, less talking, more action, buddy.”

  He chuckled. “You’re bossy, and I like it.”

  He lifted my dress over my head to reveal my black lace bra and g-string. He bent his head to my ample chest and sucked on my nipples through the bra. I shuddered. He moved to the other side and repeated the motion. I let my head drop back. He slowly undid my bra and slid my g-string off. He pushed me back on the bed as he nibbled and tasted his way down my body. Wetness leaked from between my legs, and I bit my lip and opened for him. He reached my promised land. He softly lifted my ass to meet his face.

  He parted my folds and licked me slowly. As he uncovered different regions, I cried out in pleasure, clutching the sheets. He picked up the pace with his tongue, circling my clit as I released and yelled out, “Yes!”

  I let the aftershocks reverberate through me and grinned. A slick of sweat was making both our skins shiny, and I loved it. I let him up for air. His eyes held a fierce desire. I wanted to see what he was packing. I reached for him, unbuckling his belt. Over his jeans, I fondled his manhood and watched the veins in his neck stand out as he closed his eyes in ecstasy. I loved seeing a man in the palm of my hands. I moistened my lips, ready for the grand prize. Not one part of my sensitive body was disappointed. I unzipped his pants, and he stepped out of them, underneath wearing classic Calvin Kleins. I ripped them off, too, and his cock stood to attention.

  “Are you ready for me?” he asked.

  I looked him dead in the eye. “I’m so ready. Let’s go.”

  To my surprise, he grabbed me up from the bed and pinned me against the wall. I tilted my pelvis for him to enter. He was adventurous. Bold. I liked his moves even more. I held myself steady. Luckily, I was still flexible enough from my stripping days.

  His entry expanded my walls. He was big, but he fit. He let me adjust to his size. I was already wet, so he slid in and out easily. Carter’s pace was smooth. He knew how to work his hips. He tightened his grip on my ass. I kept tilting and bucking against him. In and out. He swung me to the bed. I tightened around him. He knew how to hit all the right spots.

  I licked the sweat from his face, and he captured my mouth with his and kept going with his mission. His face glowed with sex sweat. He grabbed one of my breasts and kneaded it gently, sending me into ecstasy with the extra stimulation as he plunged deeper into me. The friction and the pace set me on fire.

  He pumped his incredible cock in me as I gazed at his thickly muscled chest and washboard abs. I felt a ball of intensity gathering in the pit of my stomach as I clawed my fingers into his chest. My walls clenched around him as he climbed to the crescendo. He was close to the fall. He cried out as he reached the peak. I let the wave of heat wash over me as I came hard again, bucking underneath him, ripples of pleasure hitting me hard. Carter rolled over, both of us satisfied. The next thing I knew, we were both fast asleep with me curved into Carter’s arms.

  Carter. Carter. Carter. Mr. Custom Made had all the right tools to fix me.

  Chapter Five: Regrets

  My head was pounding. Where the hell was I? Shit. Autumn’s house. How the hell did I end up staying? A heavy sensation was weighing on my arm. Autumn. She even looked good in her sleep, with her little pixie nose. She was snoring softly. Cute, but what the fuck? I didn’t sleep over. I wasn’t that guy. I pressed my arm in the mattress and slid it out from underneath her. She rustled and turned over.

  I made my way to her bathroom for a quick shower. I had to get to the shop. I had work to do. I cursed myself for staying the night. Dumb move. Never let a woman get between you and making money; that was my motto. The imprint of Autumn was still on my body. I’ve had a few one-night stands, but I never planned them. Things happened from time to time when I was at the bar. I let the hot water rinse over my body as I cursed myself one more time.

  Autumn, the stripper vixen. I let myself smile a little. I remembered the way she bit her lip and arched her back as I leaned her against the wall. I wasn’t a vanilla sex guy, completely. Stop it. Get it together, Carter. You got a business to run, don’t lose sight of what you’ve got to do for you and your business.

  I guessed I was going to run. I jumped out of the shower and collected my clothes. Sunlight was coming through her transparent curtains. I could make out the curve of her back as she slept peacefully. My heart tugged a little, and I ignored it. I hesitated a step.

  Get over it, Carter. Then, I was out. Just like that. I moved like the wind and called a cab. I had my garage keys on me, so that’s exactly where I headed. I smelled bacon and eggs as soon as I walked in. Magner had just got in, himself.

  “Hey.” He had his back to me and was washing up. “I picked up a bacon and egg sandwich for you. Thought you might want one.”

  I was thankful. My stomach was rumbling. All those beers left my mouth dry as fuck. I needed something to refuel with.

  “Thanks, man.”

  Now Magner looked back at me. “Whoa. That good, was it?”

  I tried to keep a stony face. It didn’t work. “What are you talking about?”

  “You’re not fooling me! I know you had a date last night with the hottie from The Red Gorilla, right?”

  I let the question hang in the air as I found an Advil in the drawer. I popped one in my mouth. “I don’t know, man.”

  “Did you?” He made a circle and put his index finger through it and laughed when I smiled.

  “Ah! You did! My man. She’s a top-notch catch. Nicely done, brother. You like her?”

  I bit into the egg and bacon sandwich and breathed deeply. It was just what I needed. I felt Autumn’s energy still with me. I closed my eyes, and behind them was a flash of her on top of me. The memory called my cock to attention. I had to focus on something else. Like the invoices flowing in.

  “She’s just like the others. Same shit, different day.”

  Magner frowned at me. “You sure, dude? She seemed pretty keen on you. You got a lot in common. Are you going to get down with her again?”

  “Trust me, it isn’t like that.” I shrugged my shoulders again. I didn’t want Magner to know that I was struggling with my feelings for Autumn. Deep inside of me, something told me she wasn’t like the others at all. The connection we had felt different. It was like nothing I had ever felt before in my life, and that scared the fuck out of me. I couldn’t figure out how to reconcile that within myself.

  I dismantled the bike in front of me and laid the parts out to the side. I cranked up the music and let the bike take over. My tools kept slipping from my hand and dropping to the ground.

  “Shit!”

  “You okay, bud?” Magner called out.

  “Yeah, I’m good,” I replied grumpily. Autumn’s body went through my mind over and over again. I turned the exhaust pump over in my hand, examining it. I over-polished the chrome mudguard to occupy my mind. I remembered the sounds of Autumn moaning. I shook it off and tried to keep going.

  “Hey, dude.” Magner scoffed at me. “For someone who just got laid by a beautiful woman, you seem mighty pissed.”

  I gave Magner a dirty look. “Nah. I just want to stay focused on what’s ahead. We have a lot of work to do. It’s just a temporary distraction.”

  Magner wasn’t buying it. “Right. That’s what it is. Dude, your phone is ringing off the hook.”

  “Ah. Don’t worry about it. I’ll get to it later.” I had a fair idea of who it was. Most likely, Autumn wanted an explanation for my running off. I had none. I heard my mobile phone piercing through the garage. I went to the office and turned it off so I could drown out the feelings.

  I made pretty quick work of one of the bikes. Manger and I had a nice pace going on. I walked the block at lunchtime to clear my head, but no clarity came. Just more frustration.

  “Never catch feelings, son. Especially for a woman. Sow your wild oats, but know that you don’t have to stay with her. You’re a man.” It was a philosophy my father followed and told me, although he’d been married to my mot
her for years, so I don’t know how or why he held onto it. Maybe he had regrets about staying with my mother. That’s why. All I knew is that I was up, and I wasn’t about to go down. I wanted to be in control of my life. With Autumn, it felt like losing control. She was like the ground trying to swallow me up, and that was not my code.

  As the day rolled into night, I worked myself to the bone. Before Magner left, he said, “Pace yourself, bud.”

  I watched as he grabbed his jacket. He paused a minute on the way out. “And hey, buddy, if you want to talk, you know my number.”

  “Cool. Thanks.”

  I had worked until eight that night, and when I got home, I guzzled down a beer. As I walked, my joints ached from the bending and standing all day and night. I flicked on my phone to see numerous texts. Back to back. From Autumn. I ignored them and let the essence of the pixie-like vixen glide away from my skin in the shower. I had to shake her off.

  I made a call to my father.

  “Hello?” a sweet voice answered the phone at my parent’s house. Raven, my little sixteen-year-old sister.

  “Hey, Raven.”

  “Hey, big bro. When are you coming around to take me riding?” I had promised her I would, but I just didn’t have time. My sister was a problem for me. She had the same exotic features as my mother, and young guys were starting to chase her. She was into sports, and she was athletic. I needed to warn her about men to make sure she wasn’t harmed.

  “That’s my bad. I’ve been busy.”

  “That’s what you always say!” she whined. She was right about that. It was true. I wanted to spend more time with her.

  “How about on the weekend, I come and watch your soccer game? I heard about it from Dad.”

  “You will? We’re in the finals soon. I scored two goals last week.”

  “You’re a superstar, kiddo. Can you put Pops on for a minute?”