by Ivy Black
With the rain thrumming on the roof of the truck above us, Max slides down my body. With a mischievous gleam in his eye, his runs his hands up my legs, his fingertips leaving furrows of fire upon my skin as he pushes my dress up. My stomach clenches and fear ripples through me as the tips of his fingers reach the warm center of me.
My heart racing, I bite my bottom lip as he looks up at me from between my legs, the question in his eyes more than clear. This is the point of no return and just like I thought, he’s looking to me for confirmation that this is what I want. A salacious smile curls my lips as I look at him.
“Don’t stop now,” I tell him. “Things are starting to get interesting.”
The breath of his laughter is warm on the skin of my thighs and sends tingles up and down my body.
“That’s a good answer,” he says.
I raise my hips as he slips my panties down, my stomach fluttering wildly. He takes them off of me, then leans forward and without preamble, buries his face between my thighs. My entire body stiffens, and I gasp sharply as his tongue finds my clit. He takes it into his mouth, sucking on it as the soft pads of his fingertips stroke my swollen, wet lips.
Max slips his tongue down and plunges it into me, moaning with delight as he laps at me with a passionate zeal. My breath is ragged, and I squirm on the seat, clawing at the fabric as he parts my thighs wider, driving his tongue into me deeper. Reaching down, I grip a handful of his hair and grind myself against his face. Max responds to me, licking and lapping at me with an unbridled vigor.
My cries fill the cabin of the truck and I writhe beneath him as Max continues lapping at my molten core. My grip on his hair tightens as the pressure inside of me builds. My every nerve ending feels like it’s on fire as Max’s tongue probes deep within me.
His hands grip the insides of my thighs, and he presses his face even closer to me. My veins feel like they’re filled with electricity and my vision is wavering as he pushes me close to the brink. And with one last lick at my center, my body locks up and I feel weightless, like I’m spinning out into nothing. I shake wildly as my orgasm crashes down over me and Max continues to lap at me even more vigorously.
A loud peal of thunder splits the sky outside and a moment later, as the flare of lighting fills the truck with a silvery luminescence, I see my juices glinting like jewels in Max’s beard. It’s a sight that’s erotic and gets me even wetter… something I didn’t think I could possibly be.
“I need you inside of me, Max,” I groan. “I need you inside of me right now.”
He flashes me a lopsided smile. “Always happy to oblige a lady’s request.”
We share a brief laugh as he fumbles with his belt. But he manages to get it undone and get his pants down, and I immediately reach out and take his long, rigid cock in my hand. As I start to stroke him, he groans and leans forward, pressing his mouth to mine. Our tongues twirl around one another as I jerk him off, feeling him stiffen even more in my hand. And when he positions himself on top of me, I nestle the head of his cock between my lips.
Our eyes are locked together as he slowly rolls his hips, slowly sliding himself into me. I close my eyes and grit my teeth, relishing the feel of his shaft slipping along my wet inner walls, inch by glorious inch. And when he’s buried to the hilt within me, we both pause, and I savor the sensation. He’s so thick and long that he fills me completely. It’s an incredible feeling and very nearly makes me cum right there on the spot.
“Christ, you feel amazing,” I gasp.
“I was just thinking the same thing.”
I grip his forearms, digging my nails into his skin as he starts to move within me. He’s so big, he stretches me open and I feel a slight pinch of pain, but it only seems to serve to heighten the pleasure coursing through me. Max kisses me hard as he drives his cock into me. Thunder cracks outside the car and his eyes glitter in the flash of lightning that follows.
The beating of the rain on the roof is almost deafening as the fury of the storm starts to pick up. Max thrusts himself into me harder, hitting that spot deep inside of me that touches off explosions of sensation within me. My entire body is vibrating, and my breathing is labored as he fucks me with a hard, steady rhythm.
The crack of his flesh meeting mine fills my ears, somehow melding with the rain beating down on us, creating an erotic symphony that makes me shudder. My eyes roll into the back of my head and a stuttering gasp passes my lips as Max moves within me.
“Fuck me, Max,” I gasp.
He braces himself on his arms above me and pumps his hips even harder. I grip his arms harder and raise myself up, biting his shoulder. He draws in a sharp breath but keeps driving himself into me. My body is tensing, and I feel another explosion building, one that is going to be more intense than the last.
Max lets out a long, quavering breath and his body is growing tighter. His face is strained and red, and the veins are standing out on his neck. I can tell that he’s quickly approaching the peak but is doing his best to hold off.
“Don’t stop,” I whisper in his ear. “Cum for me. Cum inside of me.”
As if my words were the key that unlocks something in him, Max starts to pound himself into me, unleashing a whole new wave of pleasure inside of me. His mouth crashes against mine as he fucks me, our bodies moving together in a hard, sensuous rhythm. My belly is turning over on itself and I’m tingling from my head to my toes.
Max drives his cock as deep into me as he can go and holds himself there. I press my head back against the seat and the cry that explodes from my mouth is louder than the thunder roaring outside. Gripped by the most intense pleasure I’ve ever felt before, I cling to him as tightly as I can.
A moment later, I feel Max’s cock swell and then twitch, making me shiver. With a loud, languid moan, he erupts. Another cry is torn from me as Max’s cock throbs, pumping his warm, thick seed into me. I revel in the feeling of him filling me up with it.
Panting like we’ve just run a marathon and our pulses racing, Max and I hold onto each other, riding out the waves of pleasure. Slowly, we start coming back down to Earth, and I feel him soften, then slip out of me. He sits up, then pulls me up to him. I lay my head on his shoulder, my body tingling as I feel his seed still within me.
Outside, the storm is raging, the rain coming down on the roof of the truck almost violently. The windows are all fogged up, though, so we can’t see anything out there, which is fine with me, since all I want right now is in here with me.
“That was amazing,” he finally says, his voice low and husky.
I nod. “It was. I think this is something we should do again.”
“I agree. Just give me a few minutes first.”
I laugh and he holds me to him even tighter. The moment feels so normal and so natural that I’m taken aback by it. More than that, though, I feel good. Amazing, actually. I can’t recall ever feeling like this at any point in my life. And I’m not just talking about the sex, although that certainly applies as well. But what I’m feeling is something a lot more profound. Something unexpected. But at the same time, something entirely welcome.
“I didn’t picture our evening going this way. You never struck me as a sex-on-the-first-date type of girl,” he says.
“I’m just full of surprises.”
He nods. “That you are. And I want to learn every single one of them.”
I shrug. “A girl can’t give away all her secrets.”
The smile that crosses his face is positively devious. “I guess I’ll have to pry them out of you, then.”
Max kisses me again, leaning into me, and I feel him getting hard again. My body immediately responds to him and I laugh.
“This could be the start of a very long night.”
“There’s no ‘could be’ about it,” he replies.
“Good answer,” I tell him with a flirtatious smile on my face. “Now get to work.”
Chapter Twenty
Domino
“So? Did you seal th
e deal or not, Romeo?” Derek teases.
“A gentleman does not kiss and tell.”
“Yeah, well, you’re no gentleman,” he fires back.
“Hey, I have an idea. Why don’t you go get a girlfriend of your own and stop pestering me about my love life?”
“Oh, listen to you. Calling her your girlfriend already,” Derek chirps.
“That’s not what I meant, and you know—nah, you know what? Kiss my ass.”
We both laugh. We’re in the garage in the compound and we’re both giving our bikes a tune-up. We’ve got a run coming up and I want to make sure it’s in peak shape. I also don’t want to hang out in the clubhouse right now. After the drive-by, the tension has been off the charts and I’m feeling too good to let it drag me down. Something’s coming and there’s nothing I can do until the hammer drops. So, I’ve resolved that until then, I’m just going to enjoy life and enjoy my time with Ashley.
Derek looks over at me, an inscrutable expression on his face. “You’re really into this chick, aren’t you?”
“What makes you say that?”
“For one thing, every time I bring her up, you get this weird little look on your face and you always change the subject.”
“Maybe I just don’t feel like sharing all the details of my life with you.”
Derek shrugs. “It’s possible. It would be a first, since I usually can’t get you to shut up, but it’s possible. That still doesn’t account for that weird expression on your face anytime I mention Ashley’s name.”
“I don’t get a weird expression. You’re so full of shit.”
“I’m not, actually.”
“He’s right. You do get a weird look on your face.”
Derek flashes me a triumphant smile as I turn to see Cosmo standing behind us.
“Et tu, Brute?” I ask.
He shrugs. “Just callin’ it like I see it, kid.”
“Yeah, whatever. The both of you can kiss my ass.”
They share a laugh as I finish tightening the plugs on my bike. After that, I start to wipe down the chrome, pointedly ignoring both of them.
“Need to talk to you, Domino,” Cosmo says, his voice suddenly grim.
Derek looks at me with a raised eyebrow but says nothing, turning back to his bike instead. Wiping my hands on the rag I’m holding, I walk out of the garage with Cosmo and follow as he leads me off to the side of the compound near the barbecue pits. He reaches into the cooler that’s been a permanent fixture there as long as I can remember and fishes out a couple of bottles of water, handing one over to me.
We both take a seat on the top of the picnic table, looking out over the compound. Cosmo says nothing but looks pensive as I twist the top off and take a long swallow of the water. My curiosity is definitely piqued.
“There’s some things going down around here and we’re trying to keep it quiet. Only involving a few, just to protect operational security and everybody’s safety,” Cosmo finally says.
“Yeah, I got that. But what do you mean operational security?”
He frowns and looks down at the bottle in his hands. “I’m going to let you in on what’s going on, but I need your word that this goes no further. Not to Derek. Not to Ashley. Nobody.”
“You’ve got my word.”
He nods and takes a swallow of his water before turning to me. “Bala and Tarantula have been feeding us intel about the cartel’s movements. That’s why he was here the other day. He was giving us some intel about a Zavala shipment coming up through the Central Valley. Ever since the shootout with them, Zavala’s been determined to make this area his and to take us out in the process. So, he’s flooding the area with his drugs... and his sicarios.”
“Jesus,” I mutter.
“Yeah. So, me, Prophet, and a few others in Leadership have been running covert ops. We’ve been hitting their convoys and burning the product. We’re not going to let that shit get anywhere near Blue Rock,” he says.
“That’s why things have been so tense lately, huh?”
He nods. “Yeah. It’s getting pretty hairy out there. Anyway, Tarantula’s going to make a move on the Warriors’ club prez—Victor Ortega. Turns out, he’s a good friend of Zavala’s, and they’re working together to wipe us out and establish their drug empire here. Ortega’s moving behind the scenes, of course. He doesn’t have the balls to take us head on, so he’s working through Zavala to get it done. Miserable fucking prick.”
I pull a face as I think back to what Bala told me the other day. That he, Tarantula, and some of the others within the Warriors’ rank and file are taking exception to the open alliance with Zavala and his cartel. I’ve got nothing but respect for their stand against working with people who openly traffic children, and I’m willing to do whatever it takes to help Tarantula and Bala take Ortega out and flip their MC on its head. At least I can feel better about working with the Warriors after that, knowing their leadership has some sense of morality.
Cosmo’s face is pinched and drawn, and I can see the toll all of this has been taking on him. He’s got a family to think about, and I can only imagine that running ops against a cartel, knowing they could retaliate by taking out his family, has to be excruciating for him.
“Why are you telling me all of this?” I ask.
“I’m not going to lie to you, kid. We’ve got an op coming up where your skill set would come in real handy,” he says.
I take another long swallow, draining the small water bottle, then toss it into the trash can beside the table, my emotions whipping back and forth through me violently. On the one hand, life is really good right now and the last thing I want is to be drawn into a war with a cartel. That’s going to be messy, to say the least. We’ve already been shot up once, and the chances are pretty high that things are going to get a lot worse than that before they get better.
On the other hand, though, these guys are my brothers. I haven’t been closer to anybody since I rotated out of the Corps. They took me in and gave me a home when I had nothing and nobody. The good in my life right now has as much to do with them and my place here among the Pharaohs as anything else. How can I turn my back on them when shit’s going down and they need my help? What kind of a brother would I be if I did that? What kind of a man would I be?
“This is all strictly voluntary, kid,” Cosmo says. “There is absolutely no pressure for you to throw in on this op, and nobody’s going to think of you any different. You’ve got our word on that.”
“What’s the op?” I ask.
“We’re going to hit one of their supply trucks. But Bala sent word that Ortega himself is going to be there, too.”
“So, we’re helping Tarantula and Bala flip their MC’s leadership.”
He nods. “Yeah, pretty much. With a friend in the Warriors, it not only cuts Zavala out of the Central Valley, but it helps keep Blue Rock safe and free of the cartel drugs. We want to do this long range so that we have plausible deniability, and to do that—”
“You need a sniper who’s comfortable shooting long range,” I finish for him.
He purses his lips but nods. “Yeah. That’s pretty much the score.”
A wry chuckle passes my lips. I’m the only one in the club that’s got experience as a long-range sniper. There’s an art, as much as a science, to hitting a target at a distance. Some people have it, some don’t. Anybody in Leadership can pick up a rifle and take the shot, of course, but there isn’t anybody who’s guaranteed to score a hit. They know it every bit as well as I do.
And if they take a crack at Ortega, there is no room for error. Like that old saying goes, if you come at the king, you’d better not miss. In this case, if we miss, Ortega will rally his men, including Zavala’s sicarios, and wage a war that will be nasty. But if we take him off the board, we weaken the enemy and make an all-out war less likely. Or if not less likely, at least it’ll be a war that’s not going to be fought on two fronts. We won’t have the sicarios and the Warriors coming at us. It’s not m
uch in the way of comfort, but it’s something.
I look over at Cosmo. “But no pressure or anything, right?”
His expression is serious. “If you can’t do it, we’ll find another way, kid. I’m shootin’ straight when I tell you there’s no pressure.”
“When is the op?”
“The meet with Ortega is supposed to be in a few days. Bala’s going to shoot us the time and location as soon as he can.”
I nod vaguely. “I need to think on it for a minute.”
“Of course.”
“Also, if I do it, I’m going to need the intel as soon as you have it. Like the instant. I’ll need to scout the area and find a suitable nest.”
“You’ll have it as soon as we do,” he says.
I nod. “All right. I need to think on it.”
“Fair enough. Until we know more, why don’t you go spend some time with that sexy little number down at the diner?”
“Why are you all so obsessed with who I’m dating?”
He shrugs. “Because it’s the most interesting thing that doesn’t involve people getting shot going on around here.”
I laugh softly. “That’s probably true.”
I’m just about to jump down from the table when Sheriff Singer’s SUV pulls in through the gate. Cosmo and I exchange a glance, then stand up as he pulls into the middle of the compound and shuts off his engine. Prophet and Doc come out of the clubhouse and walk over as the sheriff gets out of his car. Cosmo and I wander over to see what’s going on, a nervous rippling running through my gut.
“Sheriff,” Prophet greets him.
Singer shakes hands with all of us, then leans against his truck, thumbs hooked through his belt loops, furthering the image of a gunfighter in the Old West, I’ve always had of him.
“You boys doin’ all right out here?” he asks.
All of us exchange looks, nodding, acting as if everything is right in the world, and that there isn’t an army of angry Mexican cartel men looking to murder us.
