by Nikki Wild
“Don’t talk like that.”
“Simple shit has turned sideways hard for the Dragons the last year or so. Maybe we’re cursed now. I’d like to be wrong, but… there’s something strange in the air. I don’t like it.”
Grizz absentmindedly tugged at the cross around his neck before mounting his bike. I climbed on behind him, wrapping my arms around his leather jacket.
We pulled into a nearby motel. While I watched the bike, he sauntered inside to secure a room.
Five minutes became ten, then twenty, then half an hour. I was already beyond nervous when he finally came back outside.
“What the hell was that?”
Grizz shook his head. “Found us somewhere better.”
“What? How?”
“Bulletin board, up for job postings and shit. There was an ad for a house for rent. It’s cheap… bad neighborhood, probably. I called the owner. Arranged a meet.”
“When?”
“Now,” he answered, mounting the bike.
We drove further into Metairie and stopped by an ATM. After he withdrew some money from the club account, we continued down the main highway running through town, Veteran’s Boulevard.
My eyes scanned the storefronts as we pushed past the commercial areas – fast food joints and cell phone stores quickly becoming apartment complexes and houses.
Grizz took us down a short side street, stopping in front of a small house where an old rust-bucket of a car was parked.
He killed the ignition, and I climbed down. Grizz followed suit, turning to face the stranger who stepped out of the car. She was in her upper forties, wearing worker’s clothes with a thick mane of wispy, prematurely graying hair.
“What was your name again?”
“Grizz,” he answered calmly.
“That’s awesome,” the older lady chuckled, walking over to hold out her hand. “I’m Gladys. I own this here property.”
Grizz shook her hand and introduced me.
Once the formalities were out of the way, Gladys led us inside and showed off the rental house.
It wasn’t hard to figure out why it was so cheap. The place needed a lot – a lot – of work. Some of the ceiling fans didn’t run, there was rust in the sinks, the doorknobs needed replacing, and the whole place could have seriously benefitted from a deep clean.
But it was livable.
Hell, with a day of dedicated scrubbing it could be home…
“Want me to turn it down?” He quietly asked me while Gladys was prattling on and on about the great schools and the easy access to the essentials.
“Do we have better options?”
“Motels,” he answered.
“Take it.”
He nodded, pulling Gladys aside and handing her a couple of bills. She held up a one hundred dollar note against the overhead light, scrutinizing it for a moment, then stuffed it into a pocket.
“Hundred-twenty a week, yessiree. I know it’s kind of a fixer-upper, so I ain’t askin’ much more.”
“Pleasure doing business,” Grizz noted.
“I’m just a couple of streets over. I’ll write down the address. Pop by late at night during the week, or midday on the weekends. Keep me paid up, and she’s all yours.”
“Done.”
Gladys grabbed him on the shoulder affectionately, pressing a key into his hand. “I think I’m gonna like you two.”
After our new landlord was gone, I put the living room in workable order while Grizz popped out for fast food. This was no high-class Airbnb, but the place had the basics covered.
A large, soft couch and an easy chair dominated the living room in front of a big, old school television on a table. In the kitchen, a beaten-up old stove and an ancient refrigerator stood guard with some disposable cutlery, plates, and glasses at hand. A full cooking set was in the lower cabinets, although it looked straight out of the seventies.
The bedroom fared about the same. But the mattress was soft, there were some lamps on end tables, and thick blackout curtains were there to keep the sun away.
The bathroom was the jewel of the whole house. It was surprisingly spotless. I wasn’t sure I wanted to know what kind of disaster had happened in there that made the owner decide to remodel the bathroom, but I was thankful for it.
Grizz came back with Mexican food, so we chowed down on tacos and enchiladas. We wound up with an uncomfortable silence as we ate, and I couldn’t help but gaze at his firm figure while he sat across from me in just a shredded tee and rugged jeans.
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were undressing me with those pretty eyes of yours,” he laughed.
“I’m not going to fuck you,” I blurted out, derailing the whole moment.
Grizz stared strangely. While I pretended to not be embarrassed, a look of amusement crossed his face.
“Wasn’t implying that you were.”
“Good. Just so that’s clear.”
“Crystal,” Grizz muttered, taking another chomp out of a crunchy taco that was disintegrating with every bite.
“Unless you tell me everything that happened,” I suddenly added.
Grizz’s expression changed. His gravely face seemed to be fighting between surprise and disappointment.
“I…” he replied. “I need more time.”
“Fine,” I heard myself insist. What’s gotten into me? Who’s this woman making me say this? “But just know, it’s not going to happen until you explain yourself.”
I rose from my seat, taking my paper plate to the trash and putting the bedroom door between us. I sank onto the side of the bed in confusion.
What the hell just happened?
My brain scrambled for clarity, but I’d just yammered without thinking. Did I seriously just offer myself up to him for some goddamned closure? How the hell does that even work?
There was a knock at the door.
Great.
“Come in,” I replied, a little more bitterly than I wanted to.
The door creaked open. Grizz let himself into the bedroom, taking a seat on the corner of the mattress.
“I have missed you,” he confessed.
“I know,” I snapped.
Grizz turned away. There was a deep longing in his gaze as he focused on the wall, his chest slowly heaving with heavy, saddened thoughts.
I had to say something or I’d lose him.
“Look, Grizz… I missed you too,” I finally replied. “It kept me up at night for years.”
He turned to face me. “Same.”
That was hard to believe.
Something in my face tipped him off to that, because he took a deep breath. “Kate, I never thought that I’d ever see you again. Tried my hardest to push it all away, but I never could. Not completely. You never left my mind. It distracted me from my work. I took a bullet in a cartel compound in Mexico and I bled into the dirt thinking of you… willing us to be together again. Praying.”
“Grizz,” I started, but he cut me off.
“And now, you’re here. We’re here together and there’s no fucking way that should have happened. I’ve done great and terrible things. I don’t deserve a miracle. You’re my fucking miracle, Kate.”
“Is that true?” I asked.
“Which part?”
“That you took a bullet, thinking of me.”
He smiled. “Have I ever lied to you?”
I rose from the bed. “Only once. But you sure as shit made that one count.”
Grizz sagged with despair, but I didn’t care. It was his fault. We had something great. I’d been more than supportive of him going back to the war instead of joining his life with me… but he never came home.
“I’m not going to deny that I want you, Grizz. I want you so fucking bad it makes my heart sting. I would suck the soul right out of you straight through your cock… but I can’t.”
He glanced up at me sadly.
“Not unless it’s on my terms.”
“And what are your terms?”<
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I ran my fingers through his hair, making a few quiet passes before gripping it and pulling his head just slightly back, staring down into his stony eyes.
“Explain yourself. Tell me everything.”
His eyes darkened.
“Do that, and I’ll surrender myself to you. Willingly. Grizz, I’ll fuck you so good and so hard that angels will weep…”
He swallowed.
I could see the lust burning in his eyes.
“But I need the whole story, Grizz. Everything. Whatever went down back then… lay it all out for me.”
“I need time,” he replied again.
“Take your time, then,” I snapped. “But just know that every day you drag this out is another day that you won’t have my body twisted against yours…”
Grizz was practically sweating.
But I let go of his hair and sauntered away, letting him watch me walk. If he was going to be a stick in the goddamn mud, then I was going to give that stick the hardest wood of its life…
I’d use sex as a weapon.
He owed me an explanation, and if pushing him wasn’t giving me what I wanted, then I’d just give him the bluest balls a biker has ever had.
I just had to hold out longer than him…
Grizz
Little did I know that Kate’s words weren’t a warning – that was her way of declaring war. But I learned the truth soon enough.
It started the following morning. I woke up off the couch to the smells and sounds of instant coffee brewing. Surprisingly, Kate brought me a cup as I sat up straight and brushed my eyes.
But when I opened those eyes…
Kate was wearing a tight, worn tee, a pair of cute panties, and nothing else. She was mocking me with her flirtatious grin, letting her fingers brush mine as she handed the warm, steaming mug over.
“Looks like part of you is faster to rise than the rest of ya.”
I glanced down at my stiff morning wood with a sigh. It was tenting my boxers, threatening to peak out for her.
“What’s gotten into you today?” I asked cautiously, kicking back a bit of searing coffee.
“Nothin’. Just admiring the sight,” Kate smiled mischievously, eying my bare chest. “I’ve missed your huge cock.”
I almost choked on the coffee.
Not great to do when it’s volcanic hot.
“This is about last night,” I groaned, setting the mug down and rising in front of her. I could see the air slip from her warm lips as she eyed my muscular shape.
Two can play at this game…
“Maybe,” Kate smirked. “But you know the rule. If we’re gonna play…”
“I need a shower,” I muttered.
She raised an eyebrow. “Well, what are you waiting for?”
Without a single moment’s hesitation, I shucked my boxers down to my ankles and kicked them off. Standing tall and naked in front of her, I funneled my earlier moment of irritation into a smug smirk.
Kate couldn’t take her eyes off of my cock. It was harder than ever, aching for her touch.
“Feel free to join me if you want,” I grunted, stepping past her and wandering towards the bathroom.
That’s right, I muttered to myself.
Play with me all you want, Kate. But just remember… I play for goddamn keeps.
I didn’t notice the noise of the shifting door as I lathered up my hair not ten minutes later. It was only when the shower curtain scraped aside that I realized Kate was taking me up on my offer.
Holy shit, she’s still got guts.
Kate’s body was just as fucking amazing as I remembered. Her curves had filled in wonderfully, rounding her out in all the right places. Her hips begged for my clenching fingers around them during a strong, feral fucking, and her breasts?
Don’t get me started on her breasts.
Perfection. Kate’s were still the best I’d ever seen, just the perfect size for my hands. Her rosy, perky nipples begged for the hungry touch of my lips.
Then my eyes slipped down to her pussy. Kate had always kept things trimmed down to a cute little landing strip. Her slit drew my attention and held it. I wanted so badly to taste it, to roll my tongue against that clit of hers and drive this woman to the fucking brink…
This was a beautiful body that needed to be dominated, and I was just the man to fulfill that role.
Kate mustered up a brave, seductive face.
“Uh-uh,” she wagged a finger. “No touching. You want to play the let’s get naked card, that’s cool. But that’s a two-way goddamn street.”
She slipped into the tiny shower behind me, pressing against my skin as she reached for the shower gel.
Every brush of our naked, wet skin together sent electricity crackling down my nerves. I turned my back and continued my routine, knowing that she was right behind me, almost pressed against me.
Each movement touched me somehow, and it drove me crazy. I had to have her. I needed to pin her against that slick shower wall and soak that beautiful fucking pussy in more ways than one.
I couldn’t let her win at this game.
No… I wouldn’t let her win.
So, I waited until I was finished cleaning myself up, pressed a hand to the wall in front, and I began to carefully stroke my hard erection.
Kate immediately froze behind me, her back close to mine. That’s right, I thought. This is where the line gets drawn, right?
If she wasn’t going to fuck me…
Then I’d up the stakes.
She didn’t move as my breathing slowed, growing heavier with my satisfaction. Sure, I would have loved to hike Kate up in my arms and plunge my stiff rod deep into her soaked body, but… this would do.
A week ago, I would have never guessed I’d see Kate again, let alone jack myself off in the shower against her…
I let a few low growls out, enjoying the way my fist rolled over the head of my cock.
But then I realized that Kate was pushing up harder against me, her back to mine… shuddering.
Her movements…
Kate had met my defiance.
She’s touching herself against me…
This competition – daring each other to push the envelope just a little further – had just spiraled out of control.
Kate had matched my bluffs at every step, and now we were pleasing ourselves, pressed against one another under the shower water…
We stayed silent, besides the odd groan or moan out of one of us. Neither of us milked our vocal chords for an edge against the other. Instead, we just fell into whatever felt good, nurturing the electricity between each other as we pushed ourselves to the limit, brushing our own limits with each other…
Without warning, her hand flew back, clenching against my throat for leverage. I felt her fingers wrap around beneath my chin as her voice lifted in stuttering moans, her body locking up behind me. Her limbs stiffened and she trembled against my back.
She’s coming, I realized.
That suddenly pushed me straight over the goddamn edge.
I came as hard as I ever have, unleashing ropes of warm cum so hard that it was literally painful. My wasted seed shot against the shower wall in front, dripping down towards the faucets as I braced myself against the wall and against her.
We came together.
I grunted, wiping my cock clean and washing my hands one last time before stepping out of the shower. While I dried myself off, I heard Kate moving around under the water, washing herself up a little longer before killing the faucets.
“All that from a cup of coffee,” I smirked while drying myself off.
Her eyes met mine as she brushed the shower curtain aside, dripping with water and burdened with unmet anticipation.
“Guess so,” she chuckled.
“Well,” I muttered, lifting a foot onto the toilet seat and vigorously drying off a leg. “Can’t wait to see what breakfast is like.”
Kate
He hadn’t budged a fucking inch.
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Glaring at myself in the mirror, I tried to push down my mounting frustration. The woman who stared back at me had tried to fight fire with fire… and lost.
Badly.
Walking out in my underwear and teasing him was meant to dominate the situation. I knew what I wanted, and I knew how to take it if he wasn’t willing to give it. But I made the mistake of forgetting that I wasn’t dealing with just any guy.
Grizz always took control.
My opponent was the man who had every inch of my body memorized. I knew he was more than willing to push the line. Every time I met him, he’d push it harder, no worse for wear.
I walk out in tight panties… he rips off his boxers. I join him in the shower… he starts jacking off.
The rest of the day was even harder. Grizz went on with his business as if nothing even happened, although the smug grin on his face said otherwise.
While he was doing his thing, I needed a distraction – and fast. Given that place was a wreck, I dedicated myself to the complete abolishment of all grime and disarray in our new home.
Besides, taking care of that would make me feel like I’d earned myself some time here, which was really important to me.
There were some cleaning supplies shoved away under the sink, with an ancient vacuum, broom, dustpan and brush in the utility closet. Armed with these tools, I set about scrubbing down every surface that wasn’t a wall or a door – those would come later.
The spare bedroom was crammed full of boxes, so I just shut the door on that and left it as it was.
Grizz seems okay with the couch.
He can deal with this if he wants the room.
The stove had a fresh lease on life after I bleached away the yellowing stains along the white veneer. Leaving drains and sinks to soak in the cleaner’s equivalent of megaton bombs, I emptied the vacuum bag into the huge trash bin outside and gave the few parts with carpet a proper once-over.
As for the hardwood that dominated the floors, I settled for the broom. Windex hit the windows. Disinfectant coated the countertops. Cleansing wipes rubbed the doorknobs and drawer/cabinet handles.
It was nice to have something to do that got my mind off of him… and his hard, naked body pressed against mine…
