by Olivia Ruin
“We’re at the closest hospital, in Deming. You almost didn’t make it.” I looked away from him, unable to meet his eyes and let him see the turmoil that I had been through over the past twenty-four hours. I had insisted on riding with him to the hospital, and the drive had nearly broken me.
“What happened? Is everyone ok?” Jed’s concern as always was for the rest of his mates. “The last thing I remember... was you.” He seemed unsure of himself. His memories from after he had been hit must barely make any sense.
“I got there just after you were shot, and helped keep you under cover. A few of the club members were killed, the rest are in custody, either here at the hospital or in a holding cell at the jail.” His eyes fell as I gave him the bad news.
“So I guess you saved us. By getting us all caught. I don’t know whether to be happy with you or sour. If you hadn’t walked into that bar a few nights ago then all of us would be dead, but... I’m not sure that spending the rest of our lives in prison is any better.” He closed his eyes and leaned back, unwilling to look at me.
I got up off the chair and stood over the bed. I grabbed his hand and laced my fingers through his. “I’m not a complete fake, you know. I wasn’t even supposed to sleep with you, let alone make love like we did. The things we felt weren’t a lie.”
I didn’t know if he would believe me. In his shoes I probably wouldn’t. I’d just want me to go away.
He remained motionless.
“I do have a bit of good news, or at least I think it is.” When I got no response I took that as permission to continue. “I convinced my superiors that Frank was the real culprit of this whole thing, and that beyond just following orders, you rebelled against the choices he was making. Combined with the help you gave me, however unknowingly, they’ve agreed to let you go free, although you would be on probation. Considering the charges that would be brought against you otherwise, that is a huge deal.”
Jed’s eye cracked open. “Just me? What about the others?”
I smiled. I knew he wouldn’t abandon the rest of the club members. “I fought tooth and nail, and they were willing to reach a compromise. If you take over the club and use it to help us catch more criminals, then everyone except for Frank will get the same deal.”
He puzzled it over. “What exactly does that mean?”
“Well, you would in essence become one big undercover unit. You would have to toe the line more than you otherwise would, while keeping your toes in the underground and helping us sniff out more drug and gun runners, but you’d be free to live the biker life the way you wanted. The DEA has already suppressed any news of the bust or who and what was involved. Anyone with any idea that the Winged Enemy MC was complicit has been locked away without the ability to tell the outside.”
It was a forgone conclusion. I knew that the club didn’t have any option but to take the deal. I waited patiently while Jed worked through the terms and arrived at the same point I had reached.
My heart jumped as his eyes opened and he looked deep into me. “What about you? Are you off to lure some other poor schmuck into taking you for a ride? I think Nightshade will miss you.”
I laughed. “Nightshade won’t get rid of me that easily, and neither will you. If you accept, then I will act as the liaison between the club and the DEA. On the condition that all traces of that video are erased from their phones and computers.”
He grinned, that wonderful expression that I had been dying to see since I had taken his heart and stomped all over it. “Then I accept. I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
I leaned down and kissed him hard, unable to believe that I had him back. When he had lashed out at me and stormed out of my apartment the day before, I thought I’d lost his heart forever. When he was shot and bleeding out his lifeblood beside me, I knew it.
Now I was just happy.
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Other stories from Olivia Ruin:
Lesbian Doctor Series (Book #5)
Group Treatment (Lesbian Medical First Time Group Bondage Erotica)
Stacy has been invited by the gorgeous Dr. Kara Burnett to an exclusive all-female themed play party at a former patient's mansion. Upon arrival, Dr. Burnett has the women sorted into two roles - the dommes are sexy nurses and the submissives are patients. The theme for the day is "Operating Room," and they have all of the necessary tools at hand to ensure that their patients are well taken care of!
Excerpt:
Stacy looked excitedly at the two women who were standing at the end of the table. Like two angels sent to carry me to heaven. They had their eyes on her body and were whispering to each other as they decided on a strategy. After a bit of arguing, the brunette sank to her knees between Stacy’s legs, and she started to lightly stroke the inside of Stacy’s thighs.
Unable to help herself, a small moan escaped from Stacy’s lips, but she was not alone in that department. The large, airy room began to fill with the gentle sounds of womanly pleasure, gradually intensifying as the nurses and doctor collectively worked to make the patients ready for everything that was coming. Having seen the implements and toys laid out on the trays, anything and everything was on the table, as it were.
The brunette’s mouth soon joined her hands in the teasing and stroking that she was doing between Stacy’s legs, coming close to her center but not quite giving her the relief that she desired. Stacy’s eyes had closed to concentrate on the sensation being created along her thighs, and so she was surprised and jumped a little as the blonde’s hand began to run up her sides and trace around her breasts.
With four hands and a mouth plying her body, in no time Stacy was desperate for more, and thankfully she didn’t have to wait for too much longer. The blonde’s mouth dipped down to capture a nipple at the precise moment that the mouth between her legs finally closed on her slit. A jagged sigh split the room, the loudest noise yet, as the twin sensations filtered up to Stacy’s brain, sending sparks out from her nerves along the way.
The woman using her tongue to work Stacy’s vagina was remarkably good at it, and the physical component layered in with the mental aspect to create a surreal world for Stacy where she floated in the pleasure being handed out to her. Here she was, tied open to a table in an opulent house with two women whose names she didn’t even know licking and sucking at her body, making her rise quickly through her pleasure.
In the space of half an hour, the number of women that she had experienced sexual interactions with had quadrupled if you counted the kiss from Rachel earlier, and the day had just begun. I wonder if I will have a chance to interact with all of the women here today.
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Cucked by a Couple Series (Book #1)
Cucked by a Couple, Part 1: Cheating
Vanessa is dissatisfied. Dissatisfied by her boyfriend, Jerry. Dissatisfied by his lack of skills in the bedroom. Dissatisfied by his inadequate equipment.
Still, she is a good girlfriend, and she would never be unfaithful. He would never even suspect that she would, until one night when she doesn't come home until much later than she should have. Her hair a mess, her explanations fuzzy, and when she hops in the shower, her panties filled with white residue. She is
"too tired" to have sex, and doesn't even kiss Jerry goodnight.
This is the story of what happened to her that night...
Excerpt:
When she came up for air, she nodded towards me. “Give Vanessa a nice deep kiss, babe. She needs it.”
Here we go. I’m officially cheating now.
There was no turning back and there were no second thoughts as I willingly tilted my head up to meet Bill’s lips. It was a strong, powerful kiss, and it swiftly left me breathless. His hand reached around and gently squeezed my bare ass, his masculine hands slightly rough to the touch. It forced a moan to travel from deep in my chest into his mouth, and I understood Julia’s response earlier. It was impossible not to moan from his simple but manly technique.
As though of their own accord, my hands roamed over his torso. Even through the shirt I could feel the rippling muscles, and it turned me on to know that I would soon be able to see his perfection. My right hand slipped up under his shirt, and I moaned again, harder, as I traced the outlines of his abs with my fingers. I had forgotten what rock hard abs felt like on a man after being with Jerry for so long, and the sheer masculinity of Bill was making me so wet I was afraid it would start running down my leg.
I broke the kiss off so that I could raise his shirt up and over his head, Julia helping me to disrobe her boyfriend. The soft overhead light accentuated an already magazine-worthy physique, and I found myself just looking and touching his body. Julia grinned at my occupation. “Do you want to see what we’re going to be working with? I guarantee you’re going to love it.”
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7 Minutes in Lesbian Heaven (Exhibitionism First Time Erotica)
Becca is invited to go to a move-in night mixer at her dorm in college by a stunning brunette, Denise. Once there, they start playing a game of drinking Jenga, where each block has a truth or dare that the player must do. The heat ramps up when people start losing clothing and doing sexy dares, and Becca finds herself confronted with a dare to spend seven minutes in heaven with the player on her right - Denise. Despite not being a lesbian, Becca is drunk and horny, and she has to make a choice...
Excerpt:
Their lips met, and the roar of the crowd faded away as all that mattered was the soft pair of lips that tantalized her own. Becca found herself overwhelmed by the skill and feel of the other girl. Oh my god. She is such a better kisser than anyone I’ve had before. She was drawn deeper and deeper into the kiss by the brunette, until Denise’s tongue gently teased her mouth open and they were full-out frenching.
Becca was getting turned on despite herself, her panties dampening under the constant assault on her sexuality by this sexy temptress. Denise broke off the kiss, and Becca stared disappointedly at her as she drew away. At the brunette’s wink, Becca snapped back to reality and realized that the din from the spectators still filled the room; catcalls and whistles at their display.
She flushed, embarrassed. I can’t believe I just did that. Everyone must think I’m such a slut. She was worried at what everyone else was thinking, but even more at the thoughts turning over at the back of her mind. That was amazing, I can’t believe how good of a kisser Denise is. I can’t believe how horny that got me, if she hadn’t pulled away then I... I don’t know how far I would have let her go.
After a couple seconds of pointed looks from people around the circle, Becca realized that it was her turn to go, since Denise had already placed her own block at the top of the tower. It was still early enough in the game that it was no challenge picking one out, and she turned over the block to see what it commanded.
Lose two articles of clothing.
“Whoa, I don’t know if I can do this.” The words left her mouth automatically, even as she felt herself get even more turned on by the prospect of stripping down to her negligee in front of this room of complete strangers. I’m going to have to live with these people for the next year, I can’t just strip down in front of them!
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Mind Control Jewels (Book #1)
Mind Control Necklace (Group, DP, Gangbang Mind Control Erotica)
Felicia Bainkirk is a very rich and powerful woman. Despite her youth and beauty, she is a billionaire in her own right from the empire she had built with her husband. Unfortunately, their success in the business arena had translated into a dead bedroom in their personal life, and Felicia is sick of feeling unfulfilled sexually.
She visits a jewelry shop that has a curious reputation for selling unique and powerful artifacts. There, she is introduced to a set of jewelry that imparts strange powers - If someone is attracted to you then it will lower their inhibitions and make them more willing to follow and sate their own and your desires. Moreover, it will allow you to edit or block their memory of the event at will.
What follows is a delightful journey into depravity as Felicia experiments with the jewels when she comes across a group of five men walking down the street as she leaves the shop...
Excerpt:
I found myself dropping a hand to my lap and feeling through my dress, expecting to feel the band of the fabric. To my surprise, it felt as though I was wearing no panties. Slowly, I turned my head. On the floor about four feet behind my chair was a tiny scrap of red fabric. Unbelievable. I frantically pulled up the hemline of my dress until I could reach inside. I froze when my hand encountered the bare skin of my smooth pussy. Not only was I wearing no panties, my slit was soaked and slippery, more than I would have thought possible.
“While are you down there, you could also double check yourself. I came in you, at your request. You were really quite insistent on it, although I know you do not remember yet.” Franklin sat there watching the expressions flit across my face as if it were vastly amusing.
With a trembling hand, I slid a finger inside of myself. I winced as the lips parted before my questing finger, sore as they only felt after I finished working myself over with one of my many toys in a frenzied solo session that lasted hours. I felt the sudden rush of fluids run around my finger as I broke some sort of seal and I stood hurriedly before they could escape my hole and run down to stain my dress. After I pulled my hand away and brought it before my eyes, I stared at the residue on it, clearly the result not only of my own turned on state, but the orgasms of both myself and a man. Coherent thoughts deserted me as I brought my finger to my mouth and tasted the salty combination of male and female lust.
Franklin must have then triggered something in the jewels, because memories began to return slowly to me, as though I had drank heavily the night before and was fighting the fog cobwebbed through my mind. I saw as I sank to my knees in front of him and worked his pants open, revealing his impressive cock. I once again remembered the feeling of his steel rod pushing against the soft tissues at the back of my throat. Everything came flooding back, the memories slowly revealing the amazing bout of sex that had taken place in this very room immediately prior to my angry outburst.
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Lesbian Nirvana (First Time Lesbian Bondage Erotica)
Abby is a pretty, petite redhead who just broke up with her boyfriend... because she thinks she may be a lesbian. She befriends Kris, a bartender in the neighborhood, and before long asks her to be the first woman she has ever made love to. What follows is a steamy erotic tale of sexual exploration between two lovely women with deep desires as they reach lesbian nirvana.
Excerpt:
“Lift your hips; I need to get these panties off of you.” Actions followed the words, and Abby received her first up close look at another woman’s pussy. There was a short strip of blonde hair above the clit, but otherwise the skin looked so silky smooth. Her outer lips were plump and the inner labia bore evidence of how turned on Kris was. The smell was intoxicating, a touch sweeter than Abby’s own.
She brought a finger up to her mouth and wet it, then brought it down and traced the outsides of the gorgeous specimen in front of her. Low satisfied sounds came from deep in Kris’ throat as Abby slowly drew her finger through and ar
ound the delicate folds, marveling at the wetness and softness she found there. Once again she brought the finger up to her mouth, and took a tentative lick at the juices now covering the digit.
“Damn, you do taste great, lover! I think I’m going to have to sample some directly from the source, though.” She lay down on her stomach in between Kris’ legs, propped up on her elbows and her hands reached under to cup the toned ass of the blonde.
“Oh, please Abby. I want your mouth on me so badly. Please lick me baby.” Kris thrusted her hips up a little, showing how eagerly she was anticipating the moment that Abby’s mouth made contact with her slit with no fabric in the way.
Kris gasped as Abby’s hot mouth sucked onto the tender skin just to the side of her vagina, where the thigh met her pelvis. Abby continued to lick and kiss just around the periphery of the pussy in front of her, teasing Kris and making her squirm to try and get that tongue where she wanted it.
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Strip Poker Tag Team (Exhibitionism, Group, DP, Bisexual Erotica)
Rachel and Steph are roommates. Roommates-with-benefits, actually. And they are going to play poker with the guys. Rachel hasn't hooked up in over a week though and is looking to score. Steph, being such a great friend, decides that she is going to help her out with some helpful suggestions during their poker game.
These guys don't know what hits them as the two girls take control of the game and direct it to suit their purposes... getting laid!
Excerpt:
I halfway expected Steph’s bid, low though it was due to her also poor chip situation, to go through just so that they guys could start getting us both naked. Jeff, who normally was a little too polite and shy for my tastes, changed that in a hurry. “Five thousand, two hundred and eighty chips. That’s more than anyone else has, so bidding stops with me.” He smiled at me. “I’ll take those panties, please.”
I raised my eyebrow. “Aye aye captain. What a flattering sum to throw my way, I think that’s just over half of your chips. Did you just make me big stack? You are too kind.” I stood up from the table and stepped away. I started playing with the waistband of my panties, which already rode low on my hips. I pushed it low enough that everyone could see the top of the small landing strip my pubes were shaved into. I twisted the panties to the side just enough that my pussy was just on the verge of coming into view before settling them back into place. All five sets of eyes, Steph’s included, were locked on the slip of fabric that was all that stood between my slit and their gazes.
