Biker Chicks: Volume 3

by A. J. Downey

  I closed my eyes and tipped my head back slightly as he bowed his head, mouth hovering over mine for a fraction of a second, warm breath fanning my lips before his softly made contact. It was the spark that ignited the fire; the final crack in the dam. I molded myself to him, wrapping my arms tightly around him even as his wrapped like iron around my waist.

  Even with my eyes closed, the many splendored lights played out in a kaleidoscope of color against my closed lids, bursting across my limited vision in hues warmed by the love and desire I felt for the man that held me close.

  When I opened my eyes it was to Tab tearing his mouth from mine. He dropped onto the edge of the bed, back in our room at the B&B, night pressing against the glass of the converted sun room. His gaze was heavy lidded with passion and I felt my throat tighten with so many emotions, I couldn’t begin to parse them all out, but then again, they were all good and I didn’t have to analyze everything to death, not now, not with Tab.

  His hands roamed over the silk encasing my body, smoothing over it, the light material catching on the calluses on his palms from millennia of sword work and battle. He grazed his fingertips across my collarbones, exposed by the low neckline of the dress, exploring sweep of them, starting at my suprasternal notch to glide along the line of them out to my shoulders.

  My mind raced and all I could think was suprasternal notch, jugular notch, what a weird thing to remember! The actual, anatomically correct name for such an obscure body part. I can’t remember where I learned that… did Iaoel tell me? No… no, I remember now! It was that antique, super early 20th century medical text that came through the shop. The one Piorre had me put in the case by the…

  Tab’s eyes locked on mine as his fingertips hooked into the straps of my dress at the back of my shoulders. My breath stilled and I swallowed so hard it gave a very audible click. I was nervous. Incredibly nervous all of a sudden, about Tab seeing me nude. I went very, very, still and made no move to stop him as he drew the airy fabric, weighted with its amethyst accents away from my chest and down my arms.

  I dropped my hands from his shoulders as he gazed up at me, disrobing me sure, but his eyes never leaving mine, and I realized… Tab was just as nervous as I was about taking this last step… This wasn’t about sex; not for either of us. If it were, it would be easier somehow, I thought. No, this held the weight of intimacy, and that was so much more than insert Tab into slot A.

  Wow, I can’t believe my mind went there. It made me smile, and I had to fight down a giggle. The smile brought a reflexive one to Tab’s lips and I was delighted to realize that when he smiled at me, it reached all the way down to his soul, lighting up those beautiful gray eyes I loved so much with joy from deep, deep, inside.

  My breath caught, when the material tumbled from my chest, to cascade down my body, whispering against my skin to the floor, the weight of the natural crystals dragging it along from the top. Tab’s gaze remained affixed to my face, the smile lost and replaced with something I couldn’t define immediately. I groped for a name to what I saw on his face and finally, the closest thing I could come to was wonder.

  The rustle of his expensive dress shirt as he moved his hands to my hips was suddenly very loud in the almost deafening silence that had preceded it, and I jumped slightly. His lips twitched in an almost shy, boyish grin and I slid my fingers along his arms, from his wrists, all the way to his shoulders, relishing the feel of hard muscle beneath the crisp cotton.

  As my fingertips moved up his arms, they closed around the back of my waist and drew me in. He kept his knees together, which forced me to part mine and straddle his lap if I were to give him the degree of closeness his hands pulling me in demanded. He scooted a little further to the edge of the bed, and just as my body pressed against his, his head craning back to maintain eye contact with me. Not that his eyes hadn’t wandered at all in the intervening seconds. They’d flicked from my gaze a time or two, and each time they had, when they returned to mine, they broadcasted volumes about how much he liked what he saw when they’d strayed.

  He gathered me close, his arms wrapping tightly around my lower back and guiding me to his lap. I stepped out of the puddle of silk. Right now, with his head tipped back, his chin was even with the notch in my ribs, just between and below my breasts. When I took the invitation and settled myself on top of the very nice slacks covering his thighs. It put me at the unusual vantage point of being a head taller than Tab, and it was a strangely powerful feeling, gazing down at him like this, with him looking up at me. It was clearly my move, and so I smoothed my hands over his deltoids.

  I loved a good set of shoulders on a man and Tab had a delicious physique under his typical, unrelieved black clothes. I smoothed my fingers along them, and touched the side of his neck, letting my fingers go to the back of his head, buried in the satin of his raven dark hair, pulling myself closer, lowering my mouth slowly, drawing out the anticipation between us both, letting my breath gently fog warm between our lips, the blush of it reflecting back on my own from the scant space I kept between them.

  Tab was stalk still, letting me take the lead, letting me show him that yes… I wanted this. That I had wanted this for so long.

  “Adelaide… my Addy,” he breathed and a surge of joy, so bright, so perfect, pure, and clean exploded inside of me and filled me up. I closed the millimeter of space between our lips and kissed him hungrily, like I’d never kissed him before. His arms crushed me to his chest and suddenly, the material of his clothing was just gone and it was my skin on his.

  The room was cool, but Tabbris was so very warm, so I hardly noticed. His lips travelled from my mouth, along my jaw, one hand migrating from my back, to the side of my neck to move my long hair out of his way. He swept it back over my shoulder and my back was suddenly warmer than it had been, the long weight of my hair making it so.

  He kissed along my jaw, and I gasped, tipping my head back and arching, not to be provocative, but to place skin that he hadn’t yet touched closer to his mouth. He nipped my collarbone and dragged me tight against his body and I moaned, saying “I certainly hope Gabriel isn’t watching and wasting divine power on this.”

  Tab pulled his mouth from my body with the rich sound only a man’s lips leaving your skin can make and he growled passionately, “That was me.”

  It surprised me. Tab had ever been conservative with his divine power, that he would use it to disappear the clothes, a last barrier however simple, barring us from being skin on skin blew my mind and made me realize that yes, he deeply, deeply, loved me.

  Our mouths met and when they parted it was to a soundtrack of heavy, impassioned breathing. The sounds drawing us both deeper and deeper into our mutual arousal for each other. I could feel the hot length of him pressing against my inner thigh and I wanted to make him feel good. I curled one hand around the back of his neck to anchor myself, adjusting my weight on my knees to either side of his hips so I could raise myself up.

  With my other hand, I curled fingers around his scorching, straining length. Tab exhaled, a feral sound of want escaping his lips and I felt my own body clench with need in answer to it. I stroked him between us, stroking down to bring his foreskin back from his swollen head so that I could tease it with the pad of my thumb.

  He bowed his head, at first I thought to watch, but his eyes were squeezed shut, one arm bracing me around the back of my waist so I wouldn’t slide off his lap, the other clutching the quilt in a mottled grip at his hip.

  Most people would let out a breathy Oh God, at the sight, but there wasn’t any faster way to kill a man’s boner than to call out his dad’s name in bed so I refrained. Instead, I pressed my lips together, biting them gently closed so I wouldn’t make the mistake, at the same time I rose a little higher on my knees.

  I wanted him so badly, and I think the both of us had waited long enough. I pressed the head of his cock at the gathering wetness at the juncture of my thighs, lowering myself slowly over the top of him, taking him in carefully
so I wouldn’t overdo things in my eagerness and hurt either of us. Tab threw back his head, locking his gaze with mine as he filled me and it was the most amazing, intimate, and beautiful sharing of something I had ever experienced.

  Our bodies met flush and we simply stared into one another’s souls for who knew how long, basking in the love radiating between us.

  “So beautiful,” he whispered, touching the side of my face. “My angel…”

  The words were touching, the intent behind them so much so happy tears threatened. I bowed my head, my forehead pressing to his, eyes closing. His hands went to my hips and he flexed his hips. There wasn’t much of a range of motion either of us could accomplish in this position. Not for him at all, and not for me without the threat of breaking my head.

  I couldn’t die, but spending an eternity in a coma from a brain injury that couldn’t heal beyond a certain point made me cautious. Tab had us covered though.

  “Hold on to me,” he murmured, and the command in his voice was strong. Not that I would argue with him. I wanted him, I wanted this between us more than anything right now. I wasn’t about to stop and right now I hoped he never did.

  I put my arms around his shoulders and he put his hands at the back of my thighs. He bent at the waist and picked me up easily, standing with minimal effort. He turned in a tight circle and bent again, carefully, laying me gently back onto the bed.

  He rolled his hips and I gasped, body arching to bring me closer to him, and I didn’t care. He felt so good I couldn’t help but writhe a little and he really didn’t seem to mind. His head bowed, eyes closing as he let the feeling take over for him, too.

  “Tab.”

  His name fell from my lips, an impassioned plea, and one he answered with slow, strong, steady strokes of his body in and out of mine. I closed my eyes and just concentrated on the feeling. A strong glow of euphoria swirling in my being as a drop of ink in a glass of water… taking its time, permeating everything until every touch, every breath; every sight was suffused with love.

  I closed my eyes and arched beneath him running my hands over his warm skin, sighing and giving myself over to the feel of him. The rasp of feathers rubbing against each other made me open my eyes and I found my breath stolen for a completely different reason.

  Tab’s wings stretched up and out behind him. It was so rare that I got to see them it was sometimes easy to forget what he was. Crimson feathers edged in black rose toward the glassed in ceiling, the firelight from the hearth glimmering off of their slick surface. Tab’s head dipped toward my own and I met him half way, kissing him deeply, drinking in everything he had to offer. His love and respect, his warmth and his generosity, too. I hoped that he could taste as much from me, as I tangled my fingers in his hair and held him close.

  A sound of protest escaped my lips when he withdrew from me, and crawled off the bed backwards so he could stand. The look in his eyes was fierce and dominating as he wrapped his arms around my legs above the knee and with a surprised shout from me, dragged me to the edge of the mattress.

  “Sit up,” he ordered, reaching down to help me do it.

  I laced my fingers into the spaces between his and let him help me. He got onto his knees on the edge of the bed and I wrapped my arms around his shoulders. His hands found the backs of my thighs and he put my legs around his hips. I held to him tightly, kissing him as he kissed me as he got to his feet, holding me as if I weighed nothing at all.

  The strength he displayed was hot, and it was even hotter when he backed me against the nearest wall wings shielding us from the rest of the room. He found my center again with a few questing light thrusts of his hips, sliding back inside me. I gasped and moaned and let my head fall back against the wall.

  “Hold onto me,” he ordered, breath heaving and I obeyed, he let the outside of my thighs go, and adjusted his grip, reaching down between us to hook my legs from the inside, his hands gripped my ass and the adjustment allowed him to move me, as he saw fit. I let my legs fall apart and tightened my grasp around his shoulders.

  My fingers found the silk of his hair and my forehead found his as he took absolute control, moving me on and off his cock, sliding my wetness over him. The angle was incredibly deep and incredibly intimate, and the pace of my breath picked up as he made love to me up against the wall, the upright position accommodating his wings in such a way that the bed could not.

  Our breathing came in a syncopated rhythm, the cadence enough, in and of itself, to cause the pleasure emanating from our joined bodies to spiral high and tight. I gasped, sucking in a deep breath, my body drawn as a bowstring, quivering, ready, just on that edge.

  “Tab!” I gasped out. I was desperate for that one last little nudge that would send me out into the ether were my body not there to contain me, were the fact that Tab were not here to anchor me, even as it was he who sent me spinning.

  He covered my mouth with his and held me close and I was glad for it, because I completely came apart. Body shaking, trembling in his grasp as a leaf on an eddy, swept off by the current. I let go, and a pleasure filled wail poured from my throat painting the air with sound that dripped thick like honey.

  Pleasure swiftly circulated through the amphora of my body and I clung to my lover, afraid that I would slip or fall. The strength of the feelings he wrought from me leaving me trembling and weak in its aftermath, but it was Tab, and if anyone had me, it was him.

  ***

  We lay in the circle of each other’s arms, carefully on the bed of his wings, which had worried me at first. He’d assured me it was alright and had confessed it felt good to have them outside of their bindings. I traced the black edge of one of the feathers and finally felt comfortable enough to ask…

  “What happened to turn them so dark?”

  Tab regarded me thoughtfully, slow to answer. “Forget it,” I rushed out. “It was rude of me to even ask.”

  He dragged my fingertips to his lips and kissed each one in turn, sighing, “No, it’s alright… it’s difficult. A nuanced thing. I defended a man’s choice, they turned as a result.”

  “I don’t understand,” I said laying my head back on his shoulder. He trailed fingertips along every inch of my skin that he could reach and I closed my eyes, relishing the touch. So soothing, so relaxing, so damn arousing.

  “He had the choice to live or die, I defended his right to make that choice and when he asked for my help…”

  “Oh,” I murmured. Suicide was a sin; I knew that, I guess it only made sense that actively participating somehow, or helping someone along… yeah. Fuck me and my curiosity. I thought to myself and Tab laughed outright.

  “What?” I demanded.

  He looked down at me even as I looked up at him, amused, saying, “You said that out loud, though I suppose if that wasn’t enough I could try harder to satisfy you.”

  I laughed and shivered, craning my neck so I could kiss him below the slow, lazy turn of the heavens. His hand cupped my cheek and I loved that when he touched me, he did it with such reverence. I felt cherished by him, and it was an incredible, beautiful, feeling.

  “I love you,” I murmured.

  He smiled, whispering back, “I love you, too.”

  He didn’t sleep, at least not often. I could count on one hand the number of times I’d seen him do it and still have fingers left over. Still, he had taken to laying quietly with me, holding me when I slept, and I couldn’t even begin to express to him just how much that meant to me.

  Still, as tired as I was, as comfortable and as good as I felt, I fought sleep. I wanted to talk with him more, I wanted this time to just be with him and close to him and my need for rest had already robbed us of so much time together when things had been uncertain. So now that I was pretty much the picture of health, I wanted to be a little more stubborn.

  “Where will we go from here?” I asked and Tab twisted to kiss my forehead.

  “I figured we could ride north, maybe take a road trip through parts of Canada; t
ake in the sights. I confess, I have never quite taken a vacation before, but I find the urge to fulfill my intended purpose has been diminished, or sated for the time being.”

  “What do you mean?” I asked.

  “Prayers for those who feel trapped or without choice often go to me, and there are some that I cannot deny. It is a calling, and there is rarely ‘time off’ from such pursuits.”

  “Except now.”

  “Except now,” he murmured and it sounded troubled.

  I cuddled in closer to his side and asked, “Are you enjoying the reprieve or is it bothering you too much to enjoy it?”

  “I confess, a little of both.”

  “Okay, so where are you needed next? Even if it’s not, like, an impulse or compulsion you can’t ignore. Where do you feel like if this vacation were over and it all came rushing back and you had to go somewhere and help someone, who would that someone be and where?”

  “A valid question, may I think on it?”

  “Absolutely,” I said.

  “Good, then stop fighting it and sleep. Tomorrow we’ll have breakfast, and ride north. I think, though it is a strange concept that I would rather like to enjoy my time off with you a little longer.”

  “Workaholic,” I accused, “Although I really like the sound of that. Just so you know, you’re stuck with me. I love you, all of you, and I have absolutely nothing better to do than to help you with your calling as the Angel of Self-Determination.”

  I closed my eyes and concentrated on the light patterns and sigils that Tab traced on the skin of my body where his free hands could reach. It was a light, comforting touch that in some spots bordered on tickling. For the most part, they remained a comforting thing and all too soon I was sound asleep. I didn’t open my eyes until the next morning either, and it was the sun glittering off the river and directly into my eyes that finally roused me.