by Shyla Colt
“Jagger.”
Her faint whisper has me ready to drag her off into the brush. I want to break her in slowly, taste every inch of her and erase all memories of her former lover. I’ve never met anyone who’s only been with one person before, and I take it as a personal challenge. I have to bring my A-game and love her so good she can’t remember her own damn name. My mouth waters at the thought. I want to know if my Southern woman tastes as sweet as her accent.
“Our time is coming, B. You feel it?” I trail my finger across her collar bone.
She shivers and gasps.
“So sensitive.” I lick my lips, starved for her. “We need to go before I forget we’re on a public beach.” I take her hand and pull her along the trail.
***
It’s been a long time since I cared so much about the opinions of people not in my club. I’m practically sweating as I knock on the door to the condo and wait. She answers the door in a thigh-skimming black dress with a row of rectangular cut outs that show a sliver of her skin at her waist line. I want to trace the decorative perforations with my tongue. The sexual tension between us is drawn taut, like a bow ready to be fired.
“Welcome to my home.”
I step inside and spot Jess and a girl I would’ve recognized as B’s daughter anywhere. With her cafe latte skin, she’s a few shades lighter than her mother with large, hazel-colored eyes and thick dark lashes, and curly light brown hair. But her oval shaped face and full lips are all her mother’s.
I shove my hands in my pocket. I could’ve dressed up in a button down and a nice pair of pants, but it wouldn’t be me. So my nice blue jeans, boots, black t-shirt, and cut will have to do. I see Whitney’s eyes widen as she takes me in. What your mother had was a soft weak-hearted fool, I’m the man your mother needs, baby girl, believe me. B shuts the door behind me.
“Jess, you remember Freeze. Freeze, this is my daughter, Whitney.”
“Good to see you again, Jess. Pleasure to meet you, Whitney. You can both call me Jagger when we’re alone. We’re all friends here.” I step forward, and Jess pulls me into a hug.
“Round here we don’t do handshakes.”
I stiffen as awkwardness sets in. I wrap my arms around her back and count the seconds until I can pull back. I move on to Whitney who offers her hand. We shake instead of hug.
“I’m cooking Fried Chicken, Mashed Potatoes and Gravy, Mac and Cheese and buttermilk biscuits.”
“Pulling out all the stops, huh? You make me feel like a V.I.P,” I say.
“Why don’t you have a seat while I finish up? Do you want a beer?”
“A beer would be nice, B. Thanks,” I say as I move to the couch and sink down. Jess sits beside me, and Whitney takes a seat diagonal from me.
“So, Jagger, how’ve you been?” Jess asks.
“Good, working. B tells me your vacation is almost over. Did you do everything you wanted to while you were here?”
“I have. More than anything it was nice to spend so much time with my two favorite girls.”
“So, Jagger. What do you do?” Whitney asks.
“At the moment I work for a Medical Marijuana Dispensary. My family opened a few new businesses recently, and I’ve been helping manage them.”
Her eyes are wide. “Wow.”
“It’s a very lucrative business when done through legal routes.”
“And the other jobs?” she whispers.
“Nothing as exciting. We have a pawn shop that specializes in gems that’s doing really well along with a Bar and a Grill. We’re looking to open a few more this year if we can find the right spaces for the right price.”
“That’s… not what I was expecting,” she whispers.
“Cause bikers just aimlessly roam the country right?” I say with a wink.
She peers down.
“Don’t worry, I’ve grown used to the stereotypes. It’s important not to judge people until we can know more about them.”
“Dropping wisdom. I like it. The sage biker,” Jess says lightening the mood.
We continue with small talk, and I humor her daughter as she slyly gives me a mini inquisition. It’s cute, how protective she is of her mother. I can appreciate that.
“Alright, you three, dinner’s ready,” B calls.
We move to the kitchen, and I squeeze her shoulder. “Calm down, Mama. We all played nicely together,” I whisper into her ear. She leans against me slightly, and I kiss her forehead before I move to the table. It doesn’t surprise me when the chicken melts in my mouth, and the spices make my taste buds cheer. She’s a damned good cook. The potatoes are creamy, the biscuits are light, and the sweet tea is addicting. I wonder if her daughter knows how lucky she is to have a mom who can do this. I imagine what life must’ve been like for the young woman chatting happily with Jess and B.
A wealthy father, a mother who dotes on her, and a house I know was large and expensive. She probably had the best schools. The little boy in me is envious. The man admires B even more. She created a safe place for Whitney to blossom and grow. People take that for granted. I never have. At the end of the meal, I pitch in to help clean up.
“You don’t have to do that,” B says.
“Hey, you make a meal like that, the least I can do is help you clean up afterward.” The shock on her face makes me pause. “No one’s ever helped you before?”
“Sure Whitney, but never a man. It was always looked on as woman’s work.”
I want to put my fist through a wall. “Look, he was an asshole.” She tenses. I cup her chin. “I’m not him.”
“I know you aren’t,” she whispers.
I brush my lips against hers. “Don’t forget it.”
“Well, thanks for the dinner, sis. The kid and I are going to catch a movie and some dessert.”
“You are?” B asks. She swallows.
“Yes, we’ll leave you and your friend to have some alone time. Since he’s so keen on helping you clean up shop, we’re bailing before you put us to work too.” Jess winks and leads an uncertain looking Whitney out of the apartment. The minute the door clicks shut I spin her around, and pin her in with an arm on either side of her body.
“And then there were two.”
“The dishes.”
“Can wait.” I nip her chin. “I can’t.” I kiss my way down her neck, sucking and biting as I leave tiny bruises behind. I need everyone who sees her to know she’s been loved well. She lets her head fall back. I lick her collar bone and the hint of cleavage visible in her dress. “Lift your dress up and let me taste how sweet my woman is.”
She lifts the black skirt with trembling hands, revealing a silky pair of black bikini cut panties. I kiss her rounded belly and bite the top of her underwear. I pull them down her body slowly with my teeth as I kneel in front of her, ready to worship at her altar.
“Step out of them.”
She complies, and I run my hands up her shapely calves.
“Do you know how good you smell?” I bury my nose in her neatly trimmed thatch of hair and inhale.
She’s like jasmine musk. A flower ready to bloom and unfurl for me. I grip the backs of her thighs. I circle her entrance and trace my name on the bud coaxing out of hiding.
“Jagger.”
“That’s right. My name is the only thing I want to hear on your lips.” I lick a path up her slit and relish the taste of her on my tongue. “Hold on tight. I’m about to have my dessert.” She’s sticky, wet, and grinding, rolling her hips in rhythm with my tongue.
I lash the swelling bundle of nerves, and she floods my mouth. I tap her left leg, lift it and bring it over my shoulder. Leaned against the sink with a leg over my shoulder, she’s open wide. I plunge my tongue into her tight sheath. Her slick walls flex around me.
“Oh, Jagger.” She grips the back of my head and pushes it
forward as she rides my face. I hum my approval. And cup her lush ass. I lose myself in her, going as deep as I can. Her body tenses and she clenches around me. I continue to lap at her as she quakes and floods my mouth with her sweetness. I kiss her lips as I pull back and sit on my heels, continuing to support her limp frame.
“You okay?”
She runs her fingertips through my hair and nods.
“Have you ever tasted yourself, pretty one?”
“No.” she shakes her head from side to side.
“You’re missing out.” I stand and crook my finger. “Come here and give me that mouth.” Our lips meet, and I push my tongue inside, sharing her flavor. She whimpers and sucks on my tongue making me twitch in my pants. I want to slam into her and fuck her raw in the worst way. But I need to make sure she’s ready first. I kiss my way over to the spot just below her ear. “How long has it been?”
“Nearly a year,” she whispers. I lift her up onto the counter beside the sink, take her mouth and ease two fingers into her slick center. She arches her back, and I can’t take my eyes off her.
“So beautiful.” I pump inside her, circling her walls, stretching her as I scissor my fingers. She’s wild with her hair tumbling about her face, and her lids lowered. Her face is painted with passion, and her full lips are parted. The breathy noises and keening have me wet. My head is leaking precome, and it takes everything I have not to blow my load just from watching her find her pleasure. I crook my fingers and find the hard spot inside that makes her legs jerk and—
“Right there. Oh, yes.”
I latch onto her turgid nipple through her clothing. She clamps down on me, convulsing as she shudders, screaming my name. I pull my fingers free, suck them clean. I rip the black dress over her head and pop the bra with a practiced motion. I pull the straps down her arms and watch as her distended dime sized brown nipples are revealed. Her breasts are more than a handful. My mouth waters.
I reach into my back pocket for my wallet. I feel inept as I open it up and pull out a condom, and hold the foiled square in my mouth. I let the wallet dangle from its chain as I all but rip my jeans open and shove them around my ankles. I remove the condom, rip the corner with my teeth and remove the rubber. I ease it on to my length and return to rubbing her clit with my thumb her eyelids flutter open.
“Jagger, I can’t.”
“You can and you will, B. One more time around my cock. I need to feel you come on me, baby. Can you do that?” I grip my base as I nudge her entrance with my tip she peers down, watching as I slowly invade her body the way I plan to do her soul.
“You’re so big.”
“And you’re going to take it all like a good little girl, aren’t you?” I push further in and she groans. “You’re so tight, B.” I pull back and slip in. She flexes and I still before I slide the rest of the way home. Her eyes round. “You okay, B?”
“I’ve never felt so full before.”
“Get used to it.” I pull out and drive home, finding an easy rhythm as I continue to open her up. “Relax, let me get inside that tight little pussy.”
“Oh, God.” Her cheeks flush.
“You like it when I talk to you like that, B? When I tell you how much I want you to cream all over my dick?” Her walls contract and I groan. “Tell me.”
“I-I love it.”
“Get that leg up for me, baby.”
She places her leg over my shoulder, and I grip the back of the neck as I drive deeper. Her muscles contract and her body trembles. A guttural moan slips from my throat as I pound into her. The wet sound of our bodies and her scream have me exploding like a geyser. I rest my head on her chest, listening to the erratic thumping beneath my ear. I pull out, and we both groan. I kiss her sternum and push away from her.
“I’m going to throw this away, and then we’re going to move to your bedroom.”
“My bedroom?”
“I’m nowhere near done with you, B.”
“Oh, Jesus.”
“You’ll be calling for him tonight before I’m done with you,” I promise.
She props herself up on her elbows, and I admire the site of her sated and relaxed. Her body is curvy with dips and swells, like a lush foreign land. Her eyes are aglow with a light that’s new to me. I want to keep it there.
***
Blanche placed her cards on the table, so it’s only right I do the same. I won’t throw her into the deep end. I opted to bring her to Dixie’s going away party at work. The small gathering will let her dip a toe into the water and get the word out. News traveled fast in the club. Somehow grown men are worse than the Paparazzi.
“What do I wear to a biker party?”
“It’s more a work party with people who happen to be bikers and bikers’ Old Ladies.”
“Not helping, Jagger.”
“Whatever you want to wear, baby. We’re not that uptight.” I lean back on the bed with my hands behind my head.
“Why don’t you asks, Jess?”
“I did.”
“And?”
“She said the same thing you did.”
“Whatever you wear, you’re a stunner. Don’t be nervous.”
“I’m meeting the people who’re like your family. How can I not be?”
I sigh as I sit up. “We need to talk.”
She spun. “You just told me not to worry.”
“This ain’t about you, B. It’s about me. Yeah, they’re my family, but I’m not close with most of them. They’re going to be surprised when I show up with you. I keep my private life to myself and my emotions—”
“Are frozen?”
I nod my head and open my legs, crooking my finger. She walks between my legs, and I grab her hips. “They’re going to wonder what the hell you’re doing with me. They won’t say anything to you, but they’ll study us and try to figure things out. I don’t want you paranoid. Truth be told, you’re too good for me. I know it, and they will too.”
“I don’t understand, Jagger. This is your family.”
“They are. All families are different. Mine happens to be heavy on the dysfunction. What I do requires me to be seen and treated a certain way. The way I am with you won’t be the same once we’re with them. I can’t be that man.”
“You’re kind of scaring me.”
“I never want you to be scared of me.” I cup her face and rub the apples of her cheeks. “I may be an asshole, but I will always be your asshole.”
She rests her forehead against mine. “I’m not sure how comforting that is.”
“It’s more than I give anyone else. I know it’s not what you deserve. But it’s what I have to give.”
“You’ve give me so much already, Jagger. I don’t want to hear you talk like this.”
“You haven’t seen it yet. While it was just us, I could insulate you.”
“I don’t need that.”
“Yes you do, Blanche. You need someone to protect you from anything that might harm you, even if it’s me.”
“You think you’re going to hurt me?”
“Never on purpose or physically. But I can admit I’m green. Relationship was not a word I even thought to use before you. I’m going to stumble, and I hope that fall from the pedestal you’ve placed me in won’t break us both.”
“I don’t expect you to be perfect, Jagger.”
“People say that, but when you let them down…” I trail off as I shake my head remembering how swiftly the families would find I wasn’t a good fit for them when I couldn’t be what they wanted. Waiting to be adopted was like auditioning. You tried to do and say the right thing. Dress the part and blend in with the kids already in the home. I never found a permanent home. I was hopeful for a while, then I had my fill of bad homes, and my mode switched from belonging to surviving.
Over the course of sixteen years in
the system, I experienced more kindness and indifference than harm. But the darkness left its stain. Once self-preservation is triggered, I found it nearly impossible to disengage. The fear of being caught unaware wouldn’t allow me to.
“I’m not going anywhere, Jagger. When I tried to push you away, you stood firm. How can I do anything less?”
A knock on the door saves us both.
“Can you two stop canoodling? We’re going to be late,” Jess says.
“Well, if you would’ve helped me pick something out, I’d be out there,” she calls back.
“Right. Like it’s the clothing selection keeping you tied up right now,” Jess mumbles.
“She’s the sister I never asked for.”
“I think the two of you had some wild times growing up. You ever kiss each other?”
She elbows me, and I smirk.
“It was a serious question.”
“A lady doesn’t kiss and tell.” She winks at me and moved to her dresser.
They totally made out before. Amused, I watch as she shimmies into a pair of form-fitting blue jeans and a black blouse that shows tantalizing glimpses of her shoulders.
“Done. Let’s get out there before Jess comes in and drags us out by our hair.”
“Is that how you two got down?” I ask.
“Pervert.”
“Genuinely curious,” I counter.
“Mmhmm.”
I follow her swaying hips out of the room, and we get onto the road and headed to Boomers. The arcade is perfect for Dixie and the group. They offer everything from bumper cars to mini-golf and arcade games. It’ll be good to get out of the shop for a day. We have Prospects and a brother holding down the fort. I switch lanes, mindful of the fact that Jess is trailing me. We pull into the parking lot, and I feel the ice forming in my veins. I cut the engine, climb off the bike and offer Blanche, my hand. She tilts her head. I wonder what she sees right now. I wish I could slip inside her body and view myself remotely.
I walk between the two women scanning the area for danger. Anytime I’m wearing colors and out with KOC; I’m on alert. We enter the building, and I relax as I make my way to the back where we’ve rented out an area for a party. We walk into the room, and all conversation stops.
