Life to My Flight

by Lani Lynn Vale

  “Because I don’t want anyone touching me, and it’s the closest door to the exit that everyone else won’t have access to,” I said patiently.

  Loki rolled his eyes. “Going out the front door would be faster.”

  I shook my head. “No, going out the front door would be longer. If there was truly an emergency, then they’d all be using that one door, or the fire exit across the room. They wouldn’t even think to use the back exit.”

  Loki seemed to think about it before he nodded his head in understanding.

  “Gotcha,” he said as he leaned over and grabbed two beers out of the cooler. “You do have more experiences in this area.”

  I snorted.

  I did indeed.

  That was the last thing I wanted to hear about, though.

  I twisted off the cap and lifted the beer to my mouth before taking a swig.

  However, a flash of familiar long brown hair caught my eye, and the beer froze halfway down to the table.

  That was because my Rue was sitting next to a man who had his arms around her shoulders.

  She was in the back of the room, in the furthest booth.

  Across from her was Cody and another man, who I assumed was his partner. However, all of my attention was focused on the man that was about to have his face introduced to the table.

  “The last time you had that look on your face, you sent your sister’s ex-husband to the hospital for hitting her. What’s going on?” Loki asked as he followed my line of sight. “Oh, shit.”

  I was up and moving before I’d decided that I wanted to be.

  My large strides ate up the ground on my way across the room boots smacking hard on the stained concrete.

  Smack-smack-smack.

  The crowd parted as I walked purposefully towards the woman that was intent on driving me insane.

  I knew exactly the moment she realized what was about to happen, because her eyes went wide, and she slipped down underneath the table.

  She popped back out on the other side and she started walking resolutely away from the table in the opposite direction.

  She must’ve assumed that I was going to follow her, but I went to the table with a single-minded determination.

  “Hey, Cleo. Thanks for helping Rue the other day. You just missed her, she went to the bathroom I think,” Cody said as I stepped up to the table.

  I offered him my hand first, and then quickly followed, offering it to the man sitting next to him.

  “Mikhail Caruso. You can call me Cleo,” I said.

  The man took my hand. He was a hoss, plain and simple. Jacked and lethal, and I could tell that in a single glance.

  “Cleo,” he nodded. “My name’s Dooley. Nice to finally meet you. This is Dante Hail. He owns Hail Auto Recovery in Shreveport.”

  My eyes turned to the man in the opposite seat, and my eyes zeroed in on the man’s tattoo when I shook his hand. “You’re a PJ?”

  He nodded. “Was. Had a bad turn a few years back. Now I’m in repossession.”

  I smiled.

  “Huh,” I said and pointed to the seat. “Do you mind if I sit?”

  He looked at the limited space beside him and shrugged. “Sure.”

  I sat, leaving one foot hanging out of the side to give me more room.

  “What brings you in tonight?” I asked.

  Dooley sat back and ran his hand over his face. “Dante called me when he repossessed a little car. He found one of my teenage parolees in the backseat where he’d been sleeping for the past six months.”

  I lifted my eyebrows at him. “You do Juvenile? I thought Rue said you were a public speaker?”

  He nodded. “I do both.”

  Huh. That’s surprising. I figured him to be the kind of man who tried to shove his bullshit down your throat, but he seemed fairly approachable and open.

  “What do you speak about?” I asked as I took a pull of my beer and kept my eye on the bathroom where Rue had disappeared.

  “I just go around to all the public and private schools in the area and tell my story. What I do. How I do it. Every once in a while I bring in a few people to show what the kids can accomplish if they set their mind to it,” he explained, and then looked at me critically. “You wouldn’t by chance volunteer to come up and speak, would you?”

  I would’ve answered with a resounding ‘fuck no’ but Rue’s annoyed voice interrupted me. “You’re in my spot. And you were supposed to follow me, not sit here and talk.”

  “Sorry, Rue La La. You looked in a hurry to head to the bathroom so I decided to wait here and meet your new friend. Your skin’s got a much healthier glow than it did when you were sick the other night.”

  Nobody at the table misunderstood my intentions.

  Rue was mine.

  She narrowed her eyes at me, and placed her hands on her hips. “Thank you for staying with me,” she said grudgingly.

  I smiled at her. “Anything for my girl.”

  “I’m not your girl,” she snapped, causing Dante to snort as he rolled his eyes.

  We all knew that was a lie.

  Even her.

  “Move over,” she sighed in resignation.

  I looked over at the man I was shoulder to shoulder with and smirked.

  Patting my lap, I said, “Take a seat.”

  She did, reluctantly, putting as little of her ass as possible on top of my leg.

  Knowing that wouldn’t last long, I ignored her and spoke to Dante. “Are you part of the group they call Hail’s Monsters?”

  He cracked a smile. “Yep. We earned that a few years ago when we repossessed the entire fleet of limousines that Barbie’s Bounty used to shuttle their clients around with.”

  I blinked at him for a few seconds before I burst out laughing. “The high profile clients happened to be in those limos at the time, weren’t they?”

  He nodded with a grin on his face.

  “The police arrested them for solicitation, and then arrested the prostitutes on top of that. It was a fucking glorious night,” he said with a wink.

  I laughed.

  That had been a high profile encounter in our small town that had inflamed until it became national news.

  “A few of the Dixie Wardens thought you guys were heroes. They even hung up the newspaper articles on the wall. In fact, I think a few of them are still up there,” I informed the table.

  Cody and Dooley were smiling, obviously remembering the incident fondly.

  Rue just looked confused.

  “What happened?” Rue asked as she shifted uncomfortably.

  As Dante explained, I focused on the smell of Rue’s hair and the feel of her body as I moved her further up in my lap so her plump ass was resting in the cradle of my hips.

  The palm of my hand found its way under her shirt, and I rested it there on her belly, while the pad of my thumb played with the little ring that pierced her belly button.

  I felt the goose bumps break out over her belly as the tip of my pinky finger dipped down underneath the band of her blue jeans.

  What I didn’t notice her doing was denying the move. In fact, she facilitated it by sucking in her stomach, allowing my hand an unencumbered descent down, until it came to a rest on the top of her mound.

  My dick started to rise, and I knew she could feel it. Her ass was directly on top of it. She shifted her ass minutely, rearranging our positions until the length of my cock came to a rest in the crack of her ass.

  All the while we did this, the others spoke around us.

  Occasionally I’d throw a word in here or there, but my mind was focused on one thing.

  Rue.

  My hand was on fire with the heat of her pussy, and it took all that I had to keep myself from shoving her panties aside and shoving my fingers deep into her hot, wet pussy.

  I had some manners, after all.

  “We’re going to head out, then. Our sixteen year old neighbor is watching Marie, but she has to go to school tomorrow; we can’t stay out to
o much longer,” Cody said as he stood from the booth.

  His eyes went to the hand I had under Rue’s shirt, but quickly skidded away.

  Not before giving me a sly look as he stood and threw his jacket around his shoulders.

  Reluctantly, I removed my hand from her pants and let her stand.

  She gave Cody and Dooley hugs while I stood to let Dante out of his seat.

  He stood, and I offered my hand to him again. “Nice to meet you.”

  He took it. “Our grandmothers are in the same nursing home. There’s nothing between us. I have a wife.”

  I acknowledged that with a thankful nod. “Thanks.”

  “You got a good girl, my man,” he said with a back slap.

  He left after that, giving Rue a squeeze on the shoulder.

  My vision blurred as my hands clenched into fists.

  I, of course, didn’t care that it was an innocent touch. Nor about the fact that he had a wife.

  What saved him were Rue’s eyes.

  They were on me the whole time.

  Her expression never wavered.

  An expression that I couldn’t quite read.

  “What?” I asked.

  She blinked.

  Once.

  Twice.

  Then she threw herself into my arms.

  In front of the entire bar.

  I caught her, my hands going to her ass, before she pressed her mouth to mine.

  Her tongue slipped into my mouth, and I sucked it, wrapping my tongue around hers.

  My cock rose, filling with so much blood so fast, that it started to throb.

  One of my hands let go of her ass enabling me to tangle it into the long brown locks of her hair.

  Her arms encircled my neck, pulling me as close as we could be without us being naked.

  “Take me home,” she gasped against my mouth.

  “I’ve been waiting for you to say that for a year now,” I growled into her mouth.

  “This doesn’t mean anything,” she tried.

  “It means fucking everything,” I said as I started walking with her out the door.

  I could hear the crowd around me hooting and hollering.

  I knew they were watching.

  They knew what we were about to do.

  But I could give less than a fuck.

  I’d gone nearly a year without her.

  She’s lucky she didn’t make me wait much longer.

  It wouldn’t have been pretty.

  “This is just one night. Nothing else,” she urged as she started running her lips down the column of my throat.

  I exited the front door and walked to the spot I’d parked my bike, hidden in shadow, yet in full view of the bar beyond the glass window.

  She started sucking on my neck, and I lost what little control I had.

  Chapter 8

  If you think a woman’s place is in the kitchen, then you’ve clearly not been using her right.

  -Life Lesson

  Cleo

  “Let’s go,” I growled against her hair.

  When she didn’t let go, I fisted her hair and pulled her off me.

  The suction of her mouth on my neck let go with a sucking pop, and she panted.

  Her eyes were hooded with desire, and I was lost.

  “If we don’t go now, we’ll do something in front of this bar window that’s going to be witnessed by no less than fifteen cops,” I gasped.

  She smiled, her lips tilting in a sensuous smile. “Go fast.”

  Her order set fire to my blood, and I started the bike up with a roar.

  She hopped on excitedly behind me, wrapping herself around my torso, and getting so close I didn’t know where I ended and she began.

  On the ride to my house, she caressed my abs, the outside of my thighs, never quite straying across that line, but toeing it with the best of them.

  I’d just pulled into my driveway when her hand found its way underneath my shirt, running the pad of her thumb across my left nipple.

  I pulled up to the house, shut off the bike, and started walking towards the door before she was even aware I was gone.

  She didn’t take long to get off the bike, and by the time she did, I already had my front door unlocked, the lights on, and my shirt off.

  She followed suit, ripping her shirt off her body, taking the bra with it.

  Her beautiful tits popped free, bouncing with her exuberance, and I stared.

  My mouth watered as I ripped my belt open, popped the buttons on my jeans, and bent down to unlace my boots.

  All the while, I kept my eyes on hers; hers locked with mine, and we watched the other as we stripped down to our skin.

  Her body was fuller than it used to be, but no less beautiful.

  There was more of her to hold on to now, and my dick seemed to like it.

  Her nipples beaded under my scrutiny, and we started towards each other at the same time.

  She leapt into my arms once I was close enough to her. I wrapped one arm around her back, and the other around her thigh.

  The tips of my fingers grazed her pussy, and she moaned as she slammed her mouth down on mine.

  This kiss was nothing like it was in the bar.

  This one was all desperation.

  Hands, arms, fingers, tongue, hair pulling.

  This was the type of sex that was so long overdue that neither one of us had any control.

  My fingers went further into her wet heat, slipping past the lips of her sex, plunging deep into her core.

  She arched, inadvertently placing her tit at mouth level, and I devoured it as if it was my last meal.

  “Fuck,” she hissed, her hands going into my hair and yanking me closer.

  “Goddamn, you taste...” I groaned sucking her nipple into my mouth, sucking on it so hard it elicited a gasp from her, followed by a flood of wetness from her pussy.

  “Like what?” She panted.

  I let her nipple go and grinned widely. “Like mine.”

  She laughed, throwing her head back in glee. “Keep dreaming, pretty boy.”

  “Pretty boy?” I asked as I started walking towards my room.

  Her hands started working beneath us, and I froze as she lined the tip of my engorged dick up with her pussy.

  “Fuck me already,” she demanded.

  “Your wish,” I said, pinning her to the wall beside the entrance to my bedroom, and then thrusting forward. “Is my command.”

  She gasped. “Yes.”

  She felt like a dream.

  Her wet heat surrounded my cock like a tight, wet fist.

  It was pulsing at my invasion, trying valiantly to adjust, but I didn’t let her.

  I took her roughly against the wall, thrusting in and out of her tight heat with a single-minded focus.

  “You feel so good,” I said, looking down at my cock as it disappeared into her pussy, then reappeared glistening with her juices.

  She leaned forward, obstructing my line of sight, and bit me on the shoulder, sinking her sharp teeth into my skin hard enough that I jerked hard inside of her.

  “Goddammit,” I snarled. “You’ll be sore if you keep it up.”

  She smiled at me, and then leaned forward, running her wet tongue up my neck until she came to a stop at my earlobe.

  Then she bit down.

  Hard.

  I snarled, withdrew my cock from her, and then twisted her around until she was facing the wall.

  I pinned her there with my body, grabbed the base of my cock and thrusting back inside her, hitting the end of her and causing her to squeak.

  “Too much?” I asked against her neck, fisting her hair and pulling her head sideways.

  The muscles of her neck strained as she shook her head. “No, it was perfect. Exactly what I want right now.”

  Leaning forward until my elbow was braced above her head, I thrust my hips forward, fucking her hard into the unforgiving wall.

  My dick slipped in and out of her easily, her wetnes
s easing the way.

  The cradle of my hips met her ass with a slapping sound, only adding to the erotic effect of our fucking.

  “I need your finger. I’m so close,” she whispered.

  I smiled against her neck, letting my hand that was still fisted in her hair slip down until I found the swollen nub.

  I went past her clit to where my cock was stretching her pussy, gathering some wetness and bringing it back up so I could rub the bundle of nerves unhindered.

  She groaned, clinching down on my cock like a steel clamp just before she came, screaming.

  “Mikhail! Yes,” she exclaimed. “Oh, God.”

  I buried my nose into the crook of her neck, pulling my dick out of her wet heat, reluctantly, before I turned her around and urged her to her knees.

  She went willingly, leaning forward with a voraciousness that surprised me.

  She swallowed my dick, taking it so deep that I could feel the tip of it touching the back of her throat.

  She used her hand at the base, squeezing and working my cock in tandem with her mouth.

  When her hot little hand cupped my balls and squeezed lightly, I could feel my come boiling just before, what felt like lightening, shot down my spine.

  Arching and closing my eyes, I grabbed ahold of her hair again as I started fucking her mouth harder.

  She groaned, making my cock tingle just before my come shot out of my cock and bathed the back of her throat with my release.

  She worked the final dregs of my release, sucking and pulling on my dick, until finally I had no more to give.

  She let the tip of my cock slip from her mouth before leaning forward and giving the top of my pubic bone a kiss, before standing.

  “You’re a-fucking-mazing,” I said, kissing her on the neck.

  She giggled. “I could say the same thing about you.”

  Gathering her back into my arms, I lifted her around the waist, and she curled her legs around my hips.

  My softening cock started to fill again, and I walked into the bedroom, laid her down gently onto the sheets, and followed her down. We touched again from crotch to thigh.

  “You ready for round two?” I asked as I descended down her stomach, kissing her belly, the outside of her thighs, and finally down to her sex.

  “Never more, it’s been so long.”

  I looked up and smiled. “Same goes.”

  Then I returned the favor.