Bones: The Black Cobra MC #4

by Rylan, Savannah

  One hand on my neck, clutching my chin, his mouth found the smooth soft spot of skin at the base of my neck. Maybe he could feel my pulse there and he licked me. His tongue was big and wide, and the lick was like he was licking a gigantic lollipop, like he wanted to taste me.

  His hands found my breasts, he made a gruff animal sound when he pushed the lapels of my jacket aside. His hands squeezed my breasts and his fingers sought out my erect sensitive nipples under the thin blouse I was wearing.

  I could feel myself getting wetter between the legs. I was ready for him already. No more preparation necessary. It was like we’d been engaged in foreplay for a long time, from the moment I saw him he’d started to turn me on and now I had enough.

  His hands moved along my breasts while I rolled my hips, thrusting myself towards him, getting impatient.

  I decided I couldn’t wait. I needed it to happen now. I was here for a quickie in the messy toilets of a dive bar and that was what I was going to get. So, I made a grab for his cock. He was taken aback and tried to jerk his body away, but then he eased into it, eased into me as I started to stroke him. Right through his jeans.

  I could feel his cock throbbing and growing in his pants while I held him. I moved my hips to the rhythm of my strokes while we stared at each other. My lips were parted, he was breathing heavily. His cock was big in my hand and I wanted more.

  Bones shook his head lightly and I had no idea what he was trying to say.

  “Who the fuck are you?” he growled, bringing his face right up close to my ear.

  “I told you who I am,” I hissed back at him, keeping my hand firmly on his crotch while we moved against each other now. We were both restless, both impatient for each other’s bodies.

  He grabbed my hips and whipped me around at that. I thudded against the tiled wall. I didn’t care what sort of wall I was up against. I just kept myself supported with both palms while he took my butt in his hands, stroking and squeezing my butt.

  I continued to move, sticking my butt out towards him because I wanted what he wanted. I heard the sound of his belt coming off and it somehow made me wetter. I heard the sound of the condom wrapper ripping open too. Then his fingers were on my panties, pulling them down to my ankles too.

  His hands were warm and large against my skin, prickling my body, sending chills and electric currents down my spine. I bit down on my lip right as he grabbed me against and thrust himself inside.

  Just like that, without another warning; Bones was inside me. Just like I’d predicted, his cock was big and strong, and he started pounding me almost immediately. Our bodies slapped together, and he held me tightly by my hips and neither of stopped moving.

  I moaned, my hands moving up the tiled wall while he thrust in and out of me. His cock filling me up and then pulling out, only to push into me again. My pussy was moist, and I could feel my clit swelling up.

  This was amazing. It was just the kind of sex I was expecting when I first saw him. While Bones pounded me from behind, I reached down for my clit and started rubbing it. Swollen, sensitive, ready to erupt.

  I rubbed myself hard while he grunted with every thrust. He was on the edge, just like me, I could feel it deep inside me. We were both going to come soon. I was teetering on the edge of my orgasm, my juices flooding down the insides of my thighs; till finally, I burst open like a volcano and my orgasm took over my body.

  Bones was coming too. He growled and his clutch on my hips became tighter and we were moving together like nothing else mattered. Nothing else existed. Neither of us cared about how loud we were either. Not that anybody could hear us or cared in a bar like this.

  The only thing that mattered was how great this felt. How amazing we were going to feel after this. What a way to end tonight!

  When I was done coming and my body started to relax, Bones was slowly pulling himself out too. I sensed him staggering away from me and pulling his pants up.

  I reached down for my panties and skirt. That was it, just one quick run of my fingers through my hair and I was fully dressed to face the world again. Minimum effort.

  This wasn’t exactly a big passionate night-long tumble in bed with a man I wanted to emotionally connect with. Just the thought of that made me want to roll my eyes.

  Bones was ready to go too. He was pulling out another cigarette. It was over. Now what? I hadn’t exactly achieved anything.

  Now that the glow of wanting him sexually was beginning to fade…at least for the night, I couldn’t help but wonder if I’d just wasted my one chance to form an alliance with the Black Cobras.

  The only thing I could really do was walk away from this and hope for the best.

  3

  Bones

  Whoa. I definitely wasn’t expecting this! Sure, it wasn’t the first time I initiated a quickie with a sexy young thing at the back of a bar in the middle of the night, in fact, this was as far as my relationships went with women—but I wasn’t expecting it to happen tonight. When I wasn’t looking. And I certainly wasn’t expecting to bump into a woman like her.

  Thea, whoever she was, was far more than just a sexy stranger. She intrigued me. I found her fascinating and I could still feel the sensation of coming inside her, several minutes after it was over already.

  There was a loud banging on the door of the toilets now which I ignored. That banging might have been going on for a while, but I was only noticing it now, after I’d returned to my senses.

  For as long as I was inside her, fucking her, feeling the tenderness and strength of her body against mine—everything else in the world seemed completely shut out. Nothing else existed other than Thea and her amazing body.

  I stared at her now while she fixed her hair and smacked her lips.

  She was just what I needed tonight. I felt the urge to thank her, but that would just make things awkward.

  The best part was that it didn’t seem like she had anything more to say, nor that she wanted me to say anything more either. She smirked at me, like she was thanking me in her head in turn; for the enjoyable experience.

  Then she turned and walked over to the only dirty cracked mirror on the wall. I watched her as she gave herself the once over. That ass, that tight skirt, those long milky legs, the tight breasts under her jacket. She was like a bomb waiting to explode.

  A few more minutes and my cock would be ready for her again. Ready to take control of that body straight away. I had a flash of a memory of her up against the wall, my cock pounding into her repeatedly till we both came. My muscles tensed up again just at the thought of that.

  Once she was done with herself in the mirror, Thea turned to me.

  “So…” she began to say and shrugged her shoulders.

  “See you around, I guess?”

  There was that smirk on her face again.

  “Yeah I guess you will…see me around.”

  I had no idea what that was supposed to mean but I didn’t really give a shit either. My mind had gone blank. I didn’t want to think complicated thoughts.

  The pounding on the door continued and Thea looked over in its direction.

  “Looks like there are a lot of jerks outside peeing their pants,” she said, and I smirked too.

  She gave me one last look over her shoulder as she walked over to unlock the door. I stared at her, trying to memorize every inch of her for later. Her walk, her hair, those blue eyes and the dark red lipstick that was smudged a little now.

  And then, without another word, she was gone out of the door.

  A handful of men poured into the toilets, cursing her loudly as she walked away. I pushed past them. I just wanted to watch her walking away. I wanted one last glimpse of her butt moving in that tight skirt, but by the time I was out in the bar, she was nowhere in sight.

  Thea had already disappeared into the night like she wasn’t even real.

  Maybe she wasn’t, I thought. Maybe I’d conjured up the whole thing. Maybe I had too many whiskies for one night.

 
But then I caught Ash’s eye in the corner of the bar. He was talking to some other guys but raised his bottle to me with a wide grin on his face. Ash’s behavior was proof that the thing with Thea did really happen.

  I went back to the bar and ordered another whisky.

  I was glad I left the clubhouse and came here tonight. I was glad I’d met her, even if it was for just a flash of time. Whatever spell it was that she’d cast over me in a matter of minutes, it was going to last for a while. I wasn’t forgetting her easily—mystery woman with an attitude.

  But then I drank a few more whiskies, sitting right there at the bar counter and Gunther was back in my head again. Thea was gone. I would probably never see her again, but Gunther was still there, a problem hanging on to me like my own shadow. I needed to deal with him so that me and the rest of our club could just move on.

  4

  Thea

  I returned to the apartment, the one I’d been renting for the past year now since my return to LA.

  It was nothing special. Just like the one Drake had found for us hadn’t been either. It was small with just the basic amenities in place and right outside the old neighborhood we’d grown up in.

  After spending all that time away from LA, in a place like Hawaii which was nothing like anywhere else I’d grown up knowing—now I felt like I wanted to be close to Drake again. As close to the nostalgia of my childhood as was physically possible.

  Just like before, I was sitting alone on a small couch in a small living room in LA, wishing my brother was here. All that was missing was a bowl of pasta in my hand right now, but I couldn’t make myself do it without breaking into tears.

  I’d gotten myself a part-time job at a clothing store nearby which paid just enough for me to make rent for this place. Not that I really needed the money. I’d spent the past ten years working as a waitress in one of Hawaii’s premier hotels. The other dreams I had of going to school, building a career, changing my lifestyle and my brother’s…had all washed away with time.

  Who was I kidding?

  I wasn’t really capable of bettering myself. I had to keep reminding myself of that every time I allowed my fantasies to run away with me.

  A waitress or a sales assistant was as good as it was going to get for me. Earn just enough to make a living and save a little.

  All the savings I made was for the sake of Drake. To pay for the information I was buying on Gunther from LA. Saving for my return flights, saving for any additional costs that I might incur later on when I brought Gunther down—because that wasn’t a dream. Gunther was not going to get away with murdering my brother.

  The rest of it; a better lifestyle, a career, having a family—might all have been a silly dream but getting my revenge on Gunther was not going to be one. I was going to see it through. With or without the help of the Black Cobras.

  I’d waited ten years for it and now I was going to make it happen. Of course, having the Black Cobras on my side would make it easier. They had experience in this kind of thing. They could give me the right backup on my mission, and I knew they had something personal against Gunther too.

  But after meeting Bones tonight and seeing how suspicious he was of me initially; I doubted if he would be interested in anything other than sex. He obviously did not view me as a potential partner.

  Nobody did.

  I was just a naive pretty face to them all, even my brother who loved me more than the world.

  Even when we were kids, Drake had viewed me as someone he needed to protect. Someone he needed to keep safe from harm. And of course, back then, he had every reason to feel that way. Just because of the environment we were growing up in. We had nobody other than each other to watch out for us. Our parents weren’t exactly ‘responsible’ for what happened to us and Drake knew that he wanted to get me out of there as soon as he could.

  He did achieve that eventually.

  I knew that he’d gotten himself involved with the street gang that he hung out with, just so he could earn enough money through the petty crimes they committed and the stuff they stole—enough to pay for our apartment and put food on our table.

  Enough to make sure that we wouldn’t have to go back to living with our parents. I knew Drake would have rather lived in poverty than go back to living with them.

  But he never asked for my help.

  I wished he did.

  Because I had plans too.

  I wished he’d asked for my opinion because even though I was just a kid to him; I would have advised him to stay away from the gangs and the crimes…no matter how harmless and small he thought they were.

  I would have shown him my books and my grades, made him see that I was really capable of making something of myself, just based on those grades.

  If I had a chance to do that; of going to school—even if it was community college, I could have had a career in something. I would have worked hard at it. I would have made sure that Drake didn’t have to live a criminal life for a minute of his days to follow. That we could live clean, in a different neighborhood, making an honest and safe living.

  That was what I really wanted to do, but Drake didn’t want to know.

  Every time I even remotely brought up the subject, he brushed it off. I knew he was happy with where he was with the street gang. I knew he aspired to be patched into a club in the future. I knew there wasn’t much I could do to change his mind about the path he’d chosen.

  But it led to his death.

  If he hadn’t been in that bar that night, with those people, cracking jokes about a crazy guy who none of them should have taken lightly—Drake would still have been here. I would have had my brother. And my whole life wouldn’t have revolved around one act of revenge.

  If only these men learnt to listen to me. Decided to treat me as more than just a piece of meat with a pussy and tits.

  I was going to prove all of them wrong.

  I was going to make them see I was totally capable of taking care of myself.

  And it was going to start with the Black Cobras.

  * * *

  I decided not to sit there on the couch for the rest of the night wallowing in self-pity. Instead, I was going to come up with a plan to tackle the Black Cobras in a different way.

  Maybe sitting there at the bar and waiting for one of them to show up hadn’t been the best plan to win their trust.

  The only thing it did was stir up suspicions in Bones. It made him wonder if I was spying on him, if I had some other kind of ulterior motive. Turning the whole encounter into a sex thing was probably the wrong way to go too. I needed to keep this professional.

  As professional as something like this could possibly go.

  I needed to prove to his club that this was completely serious for me. I wasn’t here to play around or seduce their men. I was here on a mission, just like they were too—to eliminate Gunther.

  My apartment was shrouded in complete darkness now as I paced around the place, trying to get a grip on my thoughts. What was I supposed to do now to win them over? How was I going to prove myself to them without giving them an opportunity to look at me as nothing more than a frail delicate woman who needed their protection?

  Maybe if I had a well-thought out plan. Maybe if I could approach them with an idea to bring down Gunther and his new club that the Black Cobras just couldn’t resist. Couldn’t say no to.

  And how was I supposed to do it? Just walk in there? Right into their clubhouse and declare me open to being at their service?

  I considered that plan for a few moments. Could I really pull it off?

  What was Bones’ reaction going to be to that? What would be his first thought when he saw me there? In daylight.

  He was definitely going to assume this was a trick of some kind. That I was trying to trap him in some way. That it was all a lie.

  But did I really care what Bones thought of me?

  I didn’t even know him. He was nobody to me.

  Sure, he was a sexy guy a
nd we had a good time together…but it was just a one-time thing, right? A hasty decision. Maybe even a bad one. I shouldn’t have even allowed myself to get involved with a member of the Black Cobras. I should have known it would cause complications later on, when I was trying to get them to trust me. To work with me. To view me as more than just a piece of ass!

  Now I was going to have to work doubly hard to prove my worth to them. Because no matter what went down with them, whatever their plan with Gunther was at the moment; I was going to make sure I was the one standing over him when he died.

  * * *

  That night I lay in my single bed, staring up at the ceiling, trying to get some sleep because I knew it was going to be a big day tomorrow. But I just couldn’t make myself do it. I just couldn’t make my brain shut off.

  There were jumbled up thoughts in there. Not just thoughts about Drake and Gunther and my plan of getting close to the Black Cobras…but thoughts specifically of Bones too.

  I just couldn’t get him out of my head. Especially now that I’d established, he was going to be out of my reach. Out of the question. I couldn’t fuck him again now that there was a chance we were going to work together. I couldn’t get sexually involved with a guy whose club I wanted on my side.

  But in bed, in the privacy of my room at night…I could think of him, right?

  Either way, I couldn’t stop those thoughts from taking possession of my head anyway. Bones with his olive smooth skin and that dark bristly stubble which left beard burns on my skin where he licked me and nibbled me.

  I could still recall in exact detail the way his cock grew in my hand. How big his cock was when he drove himself into me. How completely he filled me and how good that felt. I came so quickly. Like I’d been waiting to be fucked by that cock all my life.