by Jessie Cooke
She smiled and with light in her eyes she said, “That sounds wonderful.”
“Well, I was influenced by someone I met recently. Someone with bigger balls than I have.”
She giggled and popped a piece of cheese in her mouth and then said, “And let me tell you, they were hard as hell to stuff into those little panties the girl in the boutique sent up tonight.”
AJ laughed so hard that he had tears in his eyes when the waiter showed back up with their food. He was torn between wishing he’d met her earlier and knowing things wouldn’t have been the same for them ten or even five years ago. He reminded himself again to slow down his thoughts and live for the moment, and for the rest of the evening he realized even more that every moment with her was like a breath of fresh air...and he’d never enjoyed breathing so much.
12
Gallup, New Mexico
They dragged out dinner, finishing the bottle of wine and then sharing a dessert that they were probably both too full for. AJ just couldn’t get enough of her and he really didn’t want the night to end. He also didn’t want to push her away by being too presumptuous or aggressive, so as badly as he wanted her, as much as he wanted to rip that green dress off her, he was determined to walk her to her room and be a perfect gentleman when he said goodnight. He would live...with a cold shower and maybe a little dose of the Playboy Channel, anyway.
As they walked up the one flight of stairs to her room he stood close enough to her to smell the vanilla scent that wafted from her hair, or her body...he wasn’t sure which. It reminded him of vanilla cookies his mom used to bake, and that just reminded him how sweet and wholesome she was. He wasn’t used to that. Even before Pamela, he’d always been drawn to strong women, but what he realized tonight was that strong didn’t have to mean pushy or controlling. He was sure none of the women he’d ever known had been strong enough to do what Jolene was doing with her life, and yet there was still something so sweet and almost naive about her. He was mostly surprised at how much that was turning him on. His cock ached and as they stopped in front of her hotel room door, he hoped the trousers he was wearing were baggy enough in front that he didn’t look like a perv in an adult bookstore.
“I had...an amazing time tonight,” Jolene said. “Amazing doesn’t even cover it. This was perfect. The best...dare I call it a date?”
“Please do,” he said with a grin.
“It was the best date I’ve ever had. I almost feel weird saying that because you bought all of these things for me and paid for this beautiful hotel...because none of those things are why I had such a good time. Not that I don’t appreciate them.” He smiled, enjoying watching her search for her words and hearing her ramble on. He waited and she took a deep breath and said, “I just really like you. I enjoy talking to you. I enjoy listening to you talk. I...” He stopped her there, with his lips. He just couldn’t take it a second longer. He had to taste her. He’d put his hand on the back of her neck, feeling her smooth hair as he pulled her toward him and lowered his mouth to hers. He let his lips massage hers first, and then he felt hers part and he took the opportunity to let his tongue enter and taste her. She tasted like the chocolate sauce on top of the ice cream dessert they’d shared, and the wine, and something else...a unique taste all her own. She was sweet and the kiss was sexy and AJ got so caught up in it that he almost forgot they’d need to breathe. Jolene was the one that broke it, using her hands to push him back slightly. He could feel them trembling and he immediately cursed himself. He pushed too hard and now she was going to think tonight had all been about getting into the panties...that he’d bought her.
“Jolene, I’m sorry,” he said, breathlessly.
She was looking up at him with those huge brown doe eyes and he saw them widen when he apologized. “You are?”
“Yes. I didn’t mean to push so hard...”
“Oh, shut up,” she said, still trying to catch her breath.
“Excuse me?”
“Shut up. I just needed a breath. Let’s go inside and kiss some more.”
AJ had never wanted to jump up and click his heels together—like you see in old movies and cartoons—more than he did at that moment. “Okay” was the only word he could form. Jolene slid the card key in the door and as she walked into the room, he put his hands on her bare shoulders. She was soft and warm and he was craving her like chocolate cake. He bent down and put his lips on her shoulder and heard her gasp. Kicking the door shut behind him he began to run his lips across to her neck. When he got there he began kissing it, softly licking it and just running his lips across the sensitive skin and enjoying the way she shivered and leaned back up against his chest. He wrapped her hair up in his hand, softly, and moved it out of his way so that he could get to the other side of her neck. He was doing good, thinking about her lips and kissing them again and keeping his mind off how badly he wanted to kiss and lick the rest of her body...but then she moaned and it was like that rumble in her chest got caught in his own and when it came out, instead of a moan it was whispered words, “God, I want to make love to you.”
He felt her body go stiff in his hands and then he felt sick to his stomach. He’d blown it and he was going to spend the rest of the night kicking his own ass. He let go of her and she turned around to face him. She looked up at his face with those huge, expressive eyes and he couldn’t help but notice the deep blush in her cheeks and the way she was biting down on her bottom lip. God, she was sexy. She was killing him. He opened his mouth to apologize again, but she stopped him by saying:
“Right now?”
AJ wanted to say yes, but he forced himself to say, “Um...sometime. Whenever you’re ready. If you’re ready. If you want to...”
She reached up and put her hands on either side of his face and pulled him down so their lips weren’t quite touching and she said, “I want to. Right now.” He was stunned at first and when he didn’t react she said, “Or...” Her hand was on his chest and he wondered if she could feel how erratically his heart was beating. He didn’t let her get past that “Or.” He put his hand over hers and flattened her palm to his chest. He could feel the heat of it through his shirt and he had to kiss her again. This time the kiss was sloppy and wet and so hot that it felt like he was burning up from the inside out. He let his hands slide down the sides of her body, feeling the curve of the sides of her breasts, and the slope of her waist and the flare of her hips...he wanted to feel it without the dress in his way, and he slid his hands back up and slowly lowered the zipper.
While AJ began to peel the dress off her shoulders, her mouth went to his neck. She kissed and nuzzled him and his body hummed with lust as the dress fell to the floor and pooled around her ankles. He put his hands on her waist and made himself wait for just a second—that’s as long as he could last—and then he began an exploration that sent every ounce of blood in his body racing to the aching, throbbing, fire-breathing dragon in his pants.
He almost didn’t realize as he was squeezing the cheeks of her round butt and sliding his hands up the slope of her back that she was unbuttoning his shirt. She had it open wide enough so that she could press her palms against the hard lines of his chest, and he reluctantly let go of her and shrugged out of the jacket he was still wearing. She was the one that finished unbuttoning his shirt and while he pulled that off, she kicked off the heels she was wearing and finished stepping out of the dress. It was his first good look at her and he thought his chest, or his head, or his cock...something...was going to explode. He’d spent so many years looking at Pam, full in all the right places, thanks to her plastic surgeon...he’d thought she was so sexy, but he realized now, as he looked at a woman that was purely flesh and blood, he had really had no idea what sexy was.
“God, you’re perfect,” he said.
She smiled and said, “Far from it.”
He shook his head. “No, you are. You’re perfectly real. You’re so fucking sexy.”
“Take off your pants,” she said, softly. “I don
’t want to be the only one naked.”
AJ grinned and did as she asked, slipping off his shoes and pants but leaving on his shorts. The tip of his cock was peeking out, trying to get at her, but there was nothing he could do about it without drawing attention to it. He stood there and let Jolene run her eyes across his body. He could see the desire in hers and it was hard for him to be still. But he waited and let her have a look. At last those doe eyes made it back up to his and she said:
“You’re gorgeous, and you make me feel like the most beautiful girl in the world. Make love to me, AJ.”
“Do me one favor?” he said. She pulled her eyebrows together, probably thinking he was going to spring something kinky on her, he thought, but she nodded. “Call me Atsa. I need to get used to it again. My parents gave me this name that they were so proud of. I want to start living up to that.”
She smiled and said, “Atsa, stop talking and make love to me.”
He was finished talking. He grabbed her, wrapped her up in his arms, and walked her back to the bed while he began to devour her neck once more. As soon as her calves hit the mattress, he dumped her onto the bed and for a few seconds he just looked at her. Shaking his head and marveling at his good luck, he reached down and hooked his fingers in her tiny panties and pulled them off her. He groaned when he saw her smooth, pink pussy. Then he reached up and slid his hands underneath her back, finding the clasp to the strapless bra she was wearing, unhooking it and pulling it off. Her heavy breasts spilled out and the groan deepened. Her nipples were pink too and big...God, they looked edible.
He started to lower himself down to kiss her and she said, “Huh-uh. Tit for tat. Lose the shorts.”
He smiled and while he was taking them off, she scooted back to the center of the bed with her head on the pillows and her red hair spilled out across them. He climbed up and lay down next to her, kissing her again and then sliding his mouth down her chin and the front of her chest until he was finally hovering over one of those delicious, strawberry nipples. He licked his lips first and then opened them and let his mouth close around the hard nipple. She gasped and put her hands in his hair and AJ let his tongue roll around the nipple before he lost all control and began to suck on it, wildly. She was arching her back and moaning as he kissed and licked and sucked on first one and then the other. His hands were busy, stroking every part of her body that he could reach while he sucked her breasts. She was pulling at his hair and whispering his name and his cock physically hurt, but felt so good at the same time. His mouth left her breasts at last and he began planting kisses down her belly and just about an inch above her mound. She whimpered and lifted her butt up off the bed every time he got close, and AJ took the opportunity to slide his hands underneath her butt and take her full cheeks into her hands. He squeezed them and lifted her up so that he was holding her hips right near his mouth. She smelled so good and her whimpers and moans were so sexy. He didn’t even have to bring her to his mouth; she pushed her hips down and brought herself there.
AJ spent the next several, long minutes licking and tasting, sucking and nibbling on her sweet pussy. Jolene tossed back and forth and even squeezed her legs shut a few times and trapped his head between them. She still had fists full of his hair and she alternated between pulling and pushing. When AJ slid a finger inside of her and then pushed his tongue in with it, she cried his name out loud... “Atsa!” She clamped her legs shut on him and lifted her butt up off the bed, tightening every muscle in her body as she reached her peak. AJ tasted her release and it only made him want more. He continued to lick her even as she quivered and shook underneath him. At last, when she seemed to have her energy back, she pulled at him until he was back up over her. She pulled his face down and kissed him, hard. She licked at his lips and sucked at his tongue and when AJ thought he was going to explode before he finally got inside of her she said, “You got a condom?”
Shit. Fuck. Damn it! He hadn’t been with anyone but Pam for so long. Pam hated condoms. She took her birth control seriously so he’d never been worried about not using one. Of course, now that he knew she was cheating, maybe that was him being a fool...but fuck, he didn’t want to think about her or that right then. He was furious with himself. “I don’t,” he admitted. “Damn it. I’m sorry.”
She smiled. “It’s okay. There’s one in my bag.” AJ didn’t realize that his face showed the shock he was feeling until she giggled and said, “I’m legal, remember, and away from home for maybe over a year. Surely you didn’t think I planned on being celibate that long?”
AJ chuckled as he climbed off her. He picked up her bag off the nightstand and handed it to her. She fished around in it for a second and when she found what she was looking for she handed the aluminum-foil package to him. His hands were shaking as he took it, not because he was nervous, but because he wanted her so badly he almost couldn’t endure waiting another second. He ripped it open and she propped herself up on her elbow and watched him roll it on. She looked like she liked what she saw, and it was so hot to see those innocent brown eyes filled with so much lust.
He got back up on the bed and crawled up her body, kissing every inch he could on his way up. She wrapped her arms around his neck and they kissed as his hard cock tried desperately to find her opening on its own. He finally reached down between them and led it to her entrance. He felt her tighten her hold on his shoulders when he entered her. “Oh my God.” He breathed out as he felt her walls opening up and then tightening down around him. She felt even better than he’d imagined. She was gasping against his skin and her fingernails were scratching at the skin of his back. He withdrew before completely filling her and then thrust forward again, filling her another inch at a time until finally he thrust all the way into her and they both cried out. The sounds of their lovemaking competed with the sounds of the thunder and rain outside the window. AJ pumped into her, holding her hips up at an angle with one hand and using the other as leverage against the bed as he slammed into her over and over. Their chests were rubbing together and the feel of her hard nipples against his skin added to the pure ecstasy of the moment.
He thrust hard and fast and Jolene was an active participant, rocking her hips into him with each one of his thrusts. He finally pulled her legs up so that they were both draped across his back and he felt her lock her ankles behind him. He leaned his head down and pressed his forehead into hers and while he fucked her, they panted in time, warm breaths washing over each other’s lips and shocks of nothing less than pure electricity rolling over every exposed nerve in his body. Jolene had her eyes closed when he felt her fingernails once again dig into his flesh. He knew she was going to have another orgasm and he was so close to having one of his own. He sat up and pulled her legs up onto his shoulders and whispered, “Look at me while you come, Jolene, please.”
She opened her gorgeous eyes and smiled and then the look of ecstasy that washed over her pushed him over the edge before he even realized it, and they hit their peak at the same time. AJ honestly couldn’t remember having a more pleasurable orgasm, ever, and if the way Jolene was shaking in his arms was any indicator, hers was pretty good too. He collapsed down next to her and she rolled into his arms and he lay there and thought about his next quandary. He wanted to hold her all night and make love to her again in the morning. But he wasn’t sure what she wanted...
“Should we order breakfast now, or in the morning?” she asked in a sleepy voice. AJ smiled, pulled her in tighter, and kissed the soft hair that was draped across the side of her face. Whispering he said:
“I’m too comfortable, let’s wait.” He felt her smile into his chest and he closed his eyes, content for the first time in a long while to simply enjoy the moment...and what a moment it was.
13
Phoenix, Arizona - Three Weeks Later
Madison walked past the handsome Native American construction worker every day on her way to the trail that led to Tommy’s museum. He always smiled at her, but that was it. She had spent
a lot of time in Vegas, around a lot of different men, and she knew interest when she saw it. From him—AJ, she thought his name was—she saw nothing. That was too bad because she was horny as hell. She wasn’t looking for anything that stuck. Her life was a mess and probably would be for a while; a relationship would only complicate things. She was also not looking for sex with a biker. There were several in the Phoenix Skulls that did look at her with interest, good-looking guys that she may have spent a round or two thinking about, with her battery-operated lovers...but she’d made her father a promise a long time ago...no bikers.
Her dad hadn’t been able to be there most of the time she was growing up, but when he was, her life was like Disneyland on steroids. And in between, even growing up with a single mother who worked in a casino, she’d always had everything she wanted or needed...and she knew it was because of him. He was always straight with her about who he was and what he did, too. Her mother hadn’t been happy about that, but Madison appreciated his honesty. He never treated her like she was a stupid kid. He always spoke to her like he was sure she understood every word he said. If she didn’t, she’d pretend to, and then as soon as she was alone, she’d break it down, process it, and look things up if she had to. Her father was her hero and all she ever wanted out of life, before all this shit happened with the Garibaldis, was to make him proud.
So...no bikers, but since the only two other men around seemed to be Tommy, who was hopelessly devoted to his girlfriend Jessie, and the big, hot native construction worker who wasn’t interested, she was about to lose it. In any other circumstances she’d go to a bar and find a decent guy for the night...but these bikers would barely let her out of their sight to take a piss. She knew those were orders from her father, and she appreciated it...but damn, she needed to get laid.
