by A. J. Downey
Finally, it was Uncle Dragon who said, “You two should go on and git. We’ll have all this set up the right way. It ain’t our first rodeo with the rich folks of this county.”
“First one where we were just out to bust them and not –“
“Now, Shelly, that would be club business, and club business you shouldn’t be knowing anything about at that.”
Shelly shrugged, “Girls talk,” she said faintly. “Sorry Dragon, won’t happen again.”
“Keep it to your circle of ol’ ladies, princess,” Ghost said and she nodded, chagrinned.
“Thank you so much for dinner and all that you’re doing,” I said.
“Hey, got even better news for you. When your lawyers get done with this Caleb guy, we’ll all be straight getting paid.” Data said.
“He was my dad’s best friend,” I said quietly. “I still don’t think it’s quite hit me yet, you know?”
“Yer Aunt Tillie never did like yer daddy.”
I shrugged, “My mother never did like you…” I said. He nodded and sighed heavily. I instantly felt bad.
I opened my mouth to apologize but Dragon beat me to it by saying, “Well, I can’t say she was wrong about that. You two ride safe.” I got up and Rush followed suit.
Guilt was churning in my stomach as he said, “Later, brothers,” and embraced each man at the table. I hugged Shelly and gushed more about her hospitality and her help because I really couldn’t express how much gratitude I was feeling over it.
“Hey, you’re family,” she said beaming. “It’s what we do for each other that defines us as such, not so much when it comes to blood relations anymore.”
I smiled wanly and Rush folded my hand into his, I looked up at him and he gave my hand a little shake, “Let’s get you back home.”
I nodded and we tracked back through the house to the vast gravel drive and his waiting motorcycle. I was quiet, probably more reserved than usual, but Rush didn’t push things. Just let me get on behind him and when he was sure I was snug against his back and holding on, he put us in motion.
It was slightly meditative, the ride back to my farm. A little over an hour, the ride was cooler now that the sun had gone down and I found myself shivering in the last ten minutes or so. When I got off the bike in my driveway, my teeth were chattering and I could tell Rush found it both funny and adorable. I was okay with that, especially okay with it when he tucked me into his side and walked me up the porch steps and into the house.
He walked me straight past the living room and into my bedroom, past the bed; right into the bathroom and then, and only then, did he let me go; and that was only because he wanted to start the shower. He played with the temperature while I watched and then flipped the lever on the showerhead to divert the water to the rain shower’s head. The sound of gently falling rain against natural stone filled the bathroom and he pulled his tee shirt over his head.
I stood transfixed as he drew me into his arms and looked down at me. No words were spoken, just a meeting of something undefinable between us. He bent carefully, and just before his lips touched mine I closed my eyes and said, “I don’t know anything about you.”
“Got all the time in the world to find out, now don’t you?” he asked and then he kissed me.
I closed my eyes and let my body do the talking, my arms winding around his neck even as he pulled open the snaps of my blouse, his fingers gently pulling my camisole out of the top of my pants so he could find skin. He touched me, sweeping his hands over my body lightly, an admiring touch, one full of reverence and I couldn’t ever remember a time I was touched like that before.
I touched him back, and tried to put the same kind of care and admiration in it that he showed me. I trembled finely, still cold from the wind of the ride and too little by way of protection from it. Where I was cold, he was warm, and he crushed me to his body, lifting me. I wrapped my legs around his waist so he could set me on the edge of the marble bathroom countertop, complete with his and her sinks.
His kiss was no less passionate than any other time we’d kissed, however, it held an edge of something different. An almost desperation to it that appealed to me rather than repelled me. He pushed my blouse back off my shoulders and I let him, even though it pulled my arms back, my hands away from his deliciously warm, heated skin.
He didn’t waste any time, pulling my camisole over my head and letting it drop wherever it may. I was impatient, rather than letting him go for it, I just unhooked my bra myself. He took his mouth from mine and growled, “I love a woman who knows what she wants.”
“Bet you love it even more that I really want you in that shower.”
“Yeah, but maybe I’m not up for sex tonight. Maybe I just want to take a hot shower and hold you while we talk.”
I froze and drew back a bit searching his face which was so neutral I couldn’t read it if I wanted to.
“Are you serious?” I asked.
He nodded, “You’ve got questions; I’ve got answers, baby.”
That was so… hot. Unexpected and yet totally hot. I swallowed hard and he backed up just a bit, hand behind my knee, sliding along my calf, stopping at the top of my boot as he cupped his other hand around my heel, sliding it off. I watched him with total fascination as he pulled off first one boot then the other, dropping them to my bathroom’s travertine tile floor.
He pulled off his boots and socks hurriedly and dropped his jeans so that, for once, he was naked before I was. I slipped off the counter and undid my own pants, a quick shimmy and a shake of my hips and I let them drop, stepping on the cuffs and pulling my legs the rest of the way free. He came back to me, his hands finding my lace covered ass and squeezing even as he pulled me tightly against his body. He slipped them off, and even if he wanted to keep the evening not about sex, and more about us, his body was clearly having other ideas. The hard length of his erection so tempting, pressed between our bodies.
“Ask me anything,” he whispered against my mouth and I smiled.
“Shower first, maybe even a little sex, save the conversation for the bedroom,” I suggested.
He grinned crookedly and said, “Get in the shower, on your knees. If you’re okay with it, I’d like to fuck that tempting mouth of yours.”
I didn’t answer him, I just smiled and got into the shower that was easily big enough for three and got on my knees.
He stepped in after me and shut the glass door, his fingers threading through my hair and locking there, holding it back from my face. I wrapped fingers around his cock and stroked him, looking up the length of his powerful body. He closed his eyes and tipped back his head, letting out a shuddering breath.
“Oh god, baby, yeah. Just like that.” He sucked in a longing breath and I slid him into my waiting mouth, carefully, so as not to scrape him with my teeth. He moaned and his hips jerked forward, pressing himself into my throat. He looked down at me, dark desire swirling through his eyes as he gauged whether or not I could take it as roughly with my mouth as I could otherwise.
I let it show in my eyes that I was up for anything and he nodded, fingers tightening in my hair almost but not quite painful. He pulled back, my tongue sliding along the underside of his cock and I took a deep, deep breath before he plunged himself back into my mouth, all the way to the back; the tip of him touching my throat. I swallowed and he moaned again, backing off so I could take a breath.
Again and again we did the same thing, until finally he relinquished control back to me. I sucked him and teased him lightly with my tongue, massaging his balls with one hand while the other I confessed, I slid between my own legs so that I could tease myself. That was mostly for his viewing pleasure though. He shook his head and said, “God, you’re such a dirty fucking girl, how did I get so lucky?”
I pulled him from my mouth with a slight little pop and he chuckled, reaching down and wrapping his fingers around my upper arm to help me stand. I turned around and braced my hands against the light, natural stone shower t
iles, and put one foot up on the shower’s seat, bending forward so he could slide into me.
“Oh, fuck, baby, you know just what I like.” He took the invitation and eased into me almost agonizingly slow. Oh god, I totally dug what he did to me. As soon as he was fully seated he leaned forward over my back, one hand curling against the front of my throat. He pulled me into a standing position, the hand at my neck just holding me, not squeezing, not choking but the potential was just there and lent such an arousing edge to our play I felt my pussy flutter around his dick.
He moved the best he could but the angle wasn’t really made for this, what he was doing, though? Drove me wild. He captured my earlobe gently between his teeth, lightly nipping and kissing down the side of my neck, while the fingertips of this other hand slipped against my sex, looking for that special bundle of nerves.
“Gonna make you come like this, don’t care how long it takes. Need you to come a couple of times for what I’m gonna do to you; how’s that sound?”
Mm, sounded fantastic, actually.
“Answer me, baby, I want to know you want it.”
“Yes, I want it. I want that… make me come, please.”
Chapter 17
Rush
She was languid in my arms, her skin still a bit cool but warming as the water cascaded over us. I needed her pussy good and wet for the satisfaction I wanted to take from her. I held her by the throat lightly, fingertips against her chin as I played against her clit with my other hand.
“Yes, I want it. I want that… make me come, please.” She was begging, now, and I fucking loved that. What really lit my fire was when she sucked my fingertips into her mouth, teasing them with her soft little pink tongue.
I thrust forward to make sure I was as deep as I could go and teased her clit. She probably wasn’t even aware of it, but she was writhing against me, her pussy slipping up and down my cock, not by much, but enough to drive me nuts, that was for sure. I loved that Bailey was all in when it came to sex. She didn’t just lay there and take it like a dead fish. She writhed, she moved with me and against me causing the most delicious friction.
It really hadn’t been my intention to fuck her tonight, but who the fuck was I to say no? Plus, she wasn’t wrong, I probably would be a little more relaxed and willing to answer her questions after a good round of fucking.
She tightened around my shaft and I held her harder, pressing her back to my chest and swirling a fingertip around her clit. She was getting close, fast, and I couldn’t say that was a bad thing. Still… I had a better idea.
I pulled my cock out of her and turned her around dropping to my knees. She made a yip of surprise and stumbled a bit, catching herself against the shower wall with her shoulders and arms, bowing her head so she didn’t smack it on the tile. I lifted her, knees over my shoulders, letting the shower wall hold her the rest of the way and pressed my tongue against her pussy, licking her from slit to clit, sucking on that little kernel of flesh.
Bailey’s eyes, which were fixed to mine, squeezed shut and she tipped her head all the way back with a short cry. Her breaths came heavy and uneven, more ragged gasps than breaths as I played her body with my tongue, returning the favor. She cried out again, the pitch a little higher and I willed her to come, silently urging her with every fiber of my being to do it, to come on my face so I could turn her around, shove myself back in, and make her come all over again.
She was beautiful; her lithe, fit body shuddering above me, an honest body honed by working her craft as a rider. She made eye contact with me one more time just as I happened to flick my tongue over her clit right at that magic point in time. It was a beautiful thing watching the explosion of her pleasure go off in those brown eyes of hers before it hit the rest of her body.
I tortured that oversensitive nub until she collapsed against the tile panting and spent, then I returned her to her original position and did just what I said I was gonna do. I put my cock in her as far as I could get it and I pulled her back flush against my chest. I murmured in her ear, “That was one, now we’re gonna do it again. You ready?”
“Oh god yes, bring it, biker boy,” she said and I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing and ruining the illusion of control I’d spent so much time putting into place. I brought it, and when that first flutter, that first expansion of her body started around my cock, threatening to squeeze down and milk me, I bowed my head, putting my forehead between her shoulder blades.
She jerked in my grasp, a long thin wail slipping from between her lips as she came for the second time. I couldn’t keep the satisfied grin off my face if I wanted to. I rode her orgasm out until near the very end of it and growled in her ear, “Put those hands against that wall and brace yourself.”
She did what she was told automatically and I gripped her hips firmly. I pressed into her hard and deep and tipped my head back, letting my body do the rest of the talking for me. It was a punishing set of strokes and she had me so fucking worked up it didn’t take me long. My balls had already tightened up on me, that tingling sensation had already started before I even bent her over.
It probably only took me a dozen strokes or so before my body crashed into hers a final time and I spilled inside of her. She arched, standing up a little straighter and I held her body against mine as we both panted and settled back down to earth. I pulled from her body and gasped, groaning that I might have done it a little too soon. I was still sensitive myself.
“I fucking love that you can take me like that,” I whispered, laying a kiss behind her ear.
“You fit fucking perfect,” she murmured. “Any bigger it would hurt, any smaller and you wouldn’t satisfy.”
Nice.
“Guess we were made for each other, huh?”
She turned in my arms and wrapped hers around my neck, staring deep into my eyes before she said, “It depends, can I trust you?”
“One, have I ever given you any reason not to?” I asked. She shook her head and I nodded carefully, “And two, ask me anything. No bullshit. No lies.”
“You mean that,” she said startled.
“I mean that. Anything, anything at all.”
She looked thoughtful but didn’t say anything right away. I could see the wheels turning and I could be patient. To fill the time I picked up her bath poof thing and lathered it up, running it across her skin. She closed her eyes and sighed and whatever stress or worry that’d caused her to stiffen up melted away. I liked that I could do that for her. Liked even more just how relaxed I felt.
I took my time with her and chose not to worry about what she would ask me, deciding I liked where things were headed and that I liked even more that with every corner and every curve we took things just seemed to get more comfortable, not less. Nothing had ever been so easy or comfortable for me. Nothing until her. I was beginning to think I’d do just about anything to hold onto that. Anything except compromise myself as a man. That I couldn’t do. It just wasn’t me.
Chapter 18
Bailey
We lay cuddled in bed. I’d washed and taken the time to blow my hair dry. I didn’t waste the time drying it because I’d wanted to, but because if I slept on it wet it would have turned into a mess of tangles and waves that I wouldn’t have been able to deal with. We’d washed one another, and had kissed, but I could tell he was waiting me out. He hadn’t spoken a word in all that time, and I just had so many things I wanted to ask that I just couldn’t settle on any one thing to start with.
“Logan,” he muttered against my hair, finally.
I looked up at him sharply and he pressed me into his side a little more firmly. I dragged my leg over his and snuggled closer asking, “Is that your name? I mean, your real name?”
“Logan Fisher,” he said nodding.
“Funny,” I said, “I never in a million years would have guessed you were a Logan. A Kevin or a Donnie maybe but Logan never even crossed my mind.” I searched his face and had to smile, “It suits you.�
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“Glad you like it.”
I licked my lips, a sudden thought sobering me as I said; “Tell me why you went to prison?”
He swallowed hard and said, “I was still pretty new to the club. Patches on my cut hadn’t even had a chance to get dirty yet, you know?”
I nodded and he sighed, “I was at the local grocery store and this little guy was lookin’ up at me all wide eyes and curiosity and I asked him, ‘you like motorcycles?’ Kid couldn’t have been more than five or six, you know?”
He paused and I could see whatever it was still hurt his feelings, even today. “Anyway, his mamma starts yelling at me, makin’ this big ol’ fuckin’ scene about not talking to her kids, throwin’ around phrases like ‘people like you’ and shit. Then she drops the thermo-nuclear bomb of insults. She accuses me of being a fuckin’ child molester. I’d been putting up with it up until that point but fuck that shit, you know? There’s disrespect and then there’s disrespect.”
He gave a big sigh, his hands smoothing aimlessly against my skin as if he were subconsciously afraid that by the end of the story, I would never want him to touch me again, and so he was trying to commit the feeling of my body to memory before it was gone from his grasp forever.
“Go on,” I urged quietly, twining my fingers through his, then looking at our hands. I knew in my heart of hearts that I couldn’t promise anything. If what came out of his mouth next was that he hurt that woman in front of her son? I just didn’t know if that was something I would ever be able to forget or let go of.
“I popped off at her, started yelling back about fuck her and her bullshit preconceived notions and this guy comes in and starts yelling at me and getting in my face. We’re yelling back and forth exchanging choice words and then he goes and does it… he hits me.”
