JIGSAW

by Jessie Cooke

  Kimber smiled seductively and said, “Okay, but don't take too long. I'll be waiting...”

  “Just make sure you're waiting with those fishnet's still on. I've been dying to take them off you all night.” She giggled and got on her toes and kissed his cheek before winking at him and saying, “Hurry.” He watched her go upstairs, appreciating every step until she was out of sight. Then feeling slightly bad about his lie, he went over toward where BB and Sidewinder were still sitting at the bar. He didn't lie to her often, and in this case it was to spare her any discomfort, but he was wildly curious about the coincidence of Sidewinder being from the same MC as Kimber's sister. The fact that the man also thought he knew Jigsaw was what drove him to ask, “Hey Sidewinder, you know a girl named Natalie?”

  He screwed up his face and said, “I'm not big on names, especially girls, especially if I ain't sleeping with them...”

  “Bullshit, you don't know the names of the ones you sleep with,” BB said.

  “Why are you asking?” Jigsaw didn't want to talk about Kimber's business behind her back so he said,

  “Just a girl I know from a club out there in Jersey. I thought that might be why my girl and I look familiar to you.”

  Jigsaw could see BB with his eyebrow raised out of the corner of his eye. He didn't say anything though and Jigsaw appreciated it. He tried to keep the fact that he had no past within the club and his small circle of friends. “Maybe so,” Sidewinder said. “I'll think on it.”

  “How long will you be here in town?”

  He shrugged. “Depends on what Dax is looking for. My Prez gave me the go-ahead to help him out for as long as he needs me.” He took a sip of his drink and with a sinister smile he said, “He ain't told me what he wants me for yet, probably to help old BB out. The preschool is probably too much for him and he needs me to blow it up.”

  “Fuck you,” BB said. Jigsaw made his escape before the two crotchety bikers pulled him into their argument. Every day brought a fragment of something new about his past, but this was the first time that he got a feeling it really meant something. As he climbed the stairs to meet his sexy old lady in their room, he began to wonder if maybe it was time to meet the family.

  5

  When Jigsaw got up to the room, Kimber was waiting for him in nothing other than those sexy fishnets and a black, lace push-up bra. His cock was instantly hard and all thoughts of Sidewinder, The Knightriders and New Jersey were gone for the time being. She stood up from the bed and he put his arm around her waist and pulled her against him. He slid his other hand up her back to the base of her neck and wound his fingers up in her silky hair. He pulled her head back and bent down and covered her mouth with his. The kiss was hot and dark and desperate as they licked and sucked at each other's lips and tongues. She had her hands on his shoulders and her fingernails dug wildly into his skin. He slid the arm around her waist up and unhooked her bra, stepping back just enough to allow it to fall off her. God, he loved her perfect breasts. They weren't huge, but they sat up high and they were full and he loved to bury his face in them. He pulled her up off her feet and did just that, nuzzling his face into her skin and then beginning to lick, and suck while she moaned and whimpered. Her nipples were huge and rock hard and his tongue loved them. He rolled them and nibbled on them and sucked them in between his lips. When he finally lowered her feet to the floor he could feel that she was shaking all over and he had to hold her up. She squeaked with surprise as he grabbed her waist with both of his hands and spun her around to face the wall.

  She was panting as he lifted her arms and pressed her palms into the wood. Once he had her braced he finally took hold of the elastic band of those fishnet stockings and slowly, he began to roll them off her. He rolled them down her hips and over her perfect, round ass. She sucked in a hard breath when he began to peel them off her thighs, letting his hands brush up high without actually touching her pussy. She was so wet that he felt the moisture on the backs of his hands and his fingers ached to touch her clit...but, all in good time. Jigsaw loved to tease her. He loved to get her so worked up that she was like a little wildcat, clawing and biting at him while he fucked her. He finished taking off the stockings, kissing the backs of her calves as he pulled them down and finally tossing them aside. She was shaking even harder then, so he used one of his thighs to keep her braced against the wall while he stripped off his shirt. He held onto her with one hand while he took off his pants and shorts. He had to kick off his boots to get his jeans all the way off, and then at last they were both naked.

  He pressed into her from behind first, just feeling her warm, silky skin against his chest and hard cock. She was moaning and pressing her ass back into him, trying to get him to take her. He slid a hand down over her hard nipples and down her flat stomach, finally reaching the treasure between her legs. She was sopping wet and he play in it with his fingers, massaging her outer lips until she was whining and panting out his name. Finally, he spun her around so she was facing him, but he still had her pressed into the wall. She reached down immediately and took hold of his rock hard, throbbing cock, wrapping it up in her hand like a warm cocoon. She began to stroke it and now it was his turn to moan and gasp or breath. He loved the feel of her silky palm against his hot skin. She knew exactly how to hold him, how to stroke him, how to bring him to the brink of an orgasm and insanity all at once.

  The sounds of their heavy breathing filled the room and while she teased and tantalized him with her fingers and palm, he put his hand back down between her legs and the sound of her gasp sent a chill down his spine. He loved how responsive she was to him. It didn't matter the time of day, the place, the position...she was always ready for him and he fucking loved it. He explored that sweet, wet pussy with his fingers, pressing against her clit with his thumb while he teased her lips and rocked his own hips in time to her strokes. The harder he stroked her clit, the sexier the sounds were that came out of her mouth. Jigsaw was addicted to those sounds. He was just like an addict...just a taste of them made him not want, but need more. Each time he heard them he got a little bit higher and it consumed every part of his brain, making the pleasure receptor go wild with ecstasy.

  Suddenly he couldn't take another second of not being connected to her. He had to be inside of her. He physically ached for the feel of the silky walls of her pussy clamped around him...sucking him in as deeply as he could possibly go. He grabbed her underneath her butt and slid her up his body until she wrapped her legs around his waist. He loved the muscles in her thighs and she used them now to grip onto him, like she was on the back of a Harley and gripping the cold steel, holding on for life. He pressed her back harder into the wall, moved her body into place and finally slid her down his pulsing rod. They both cried out and Jigsaw let out a groan. Nothing felt better than being inside of Kimber...fucking nothing. He started to rock into her, pulling his cock in and out of her pussy as he gripped onto the plump, round cheeks of her ass. He kissed her lips and her cheeks and the side of her nose. Then he kissed each one of her eyelids and down the side of her face where beads of sweat had accumulated and her silky hair lay wet and curling. He slid his lips down and latched onto her neck like it was a nipple, sucking pieces of it into his mouth. She was getting louder and her fingernails were slicing his skin like tiny little knives. He wasn't complaining though. He loved it. He loved everything about fucking her. He loved everything about kissing her and touching her. He loved everything about loving her.

  He slipped one of his hands around, holding her up with one arm and using the fingers of the other hand to find her clit. He began to fuck her harder and faster, slamming her back into the wall and stroking her swollen, hard clit at the same time. “Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Jesus Jigsaw...fuck baby! Oh God! Don't stop!” she was screaming it out and he didn't care if everyone in the clubhouse heard her. As a matter of fact it kind of turned him on thinking they did. He didn't care who knew she was his. He didn't care who knew how much he enjoyed her and her him. He would yell it
from the rooftops if necessary, just so everyone knew that she was his. He fucked her faster, harder, more desperately. She bounced up and down on his cock like it was a saddle and she was riding a wild stallion. Each thrust, every bounce, every movement brought the tip of his cock slamming into the deepest recesses of her most intimate place. Her breathing and the way her body was beginning to tighten told him that she was ready to come. He slid his mouth down her neck again and sucked one of her breasts into his mouth. She screamed out his name when he bit down on it and said, “Oh my God Jig...I'm going to come.”

  “Come for me, baby,” he said, with his mouth still surrounding that big, round nipple. He took his hand off her clit and concentrated on holding her tightly and pounding into her as he rubbed the rough stubble on his face against her soft, sensitive skin.

  “Oh God! Fuck! I'm coming...” Jigsaw felt the warm rush of liquid just as her body tensed and every one of her beautiful muscles became rock hard. She dropped her head back into the wall, grit her teeth and screamed out his name. Her body was slick with sweat and she let it slide up an down his chest while she rocked on his cock and worked herself through what looked like an earth-shattering orgasm. The sounds she was making and the look on her face sent him hurtling toward his own orgasm. When she stopped rocking and seemed to regain her wits for a second, he felt her tighten those already tight velvet muscles around his shaft and two thrusts later his body exploded with warmth that filled her up. She slid her arms all the way around his shoulders then and buried her face in his neck. He loved the feel of her warm breaths against his skin and the feel and the smell of her silky hair in his face. He fucking loved her and he couldn't imagine what he'd been doing with his life this whole time without her. Some days the idea of finding out who he was scared him. He looked at that tattoo on his body of Apollo and Delilah and he hoped that there wasn't a woman out there somewhere that he'd already promised himself to. Because, if that was the case, it would be a promise that he'd have to break.

  6

  Jigsaw sat in the passenger seat, BB was driving and the Knightrider, Sidewinder was in the back seat of the SUV. He'd been bored out of his mind all day and then suddenly at nine p.m. just as he was thinking about taking a shower and fucking his lady, BB came pounding on his door, telling him they were going on a run. He'd put on his coat, tucked his gun into the back of his jeans and pulled on his boots. When he got out front and headed toward his bike BB said,

  “No man, we're taking the Swag Wagon.” The “Swag Wagon” was what the guys called the black SUV. They had names for all their vehicles, the van was the “Grocery Wagon,” the Jeep was the “Willy” and the SUV, since it was used often to transport the girls that worked in the porn side of the business, the “Swag Wagon.”

  “Why?” Jigsaw asked. “Where are we going?”

  “Taking a ride out to Roxbury. Sidewinder should be here in a second,” he said. Jigsaw watched him pick up two gas cans. There were two others sitting beside it. “You want to grab those?”

  “Sure.” Jigsaw picked the gas cans up and followed BB toward the SUV. Roxbury was where Bobby told Dax that Carson's old lady had a couple of trailers. He assumed that was where they were going...and it wasn't a far jump from there to guess what the cans of gas were for. He wondered what Sidewinder's role was in all of this and why Dax hadn't mentioned the run to him at all. Of course, he hadn't seen him since the patching-in the night before. The ranch had been almost eerily quiet all day...like the calm before the storm. They had loaded up, waited for Sidewinder, and now it was ten p.m. and they were on the road. BB had been chatting almost nonstop, but the whole time Jigsaw could feel Sidewinder's eyes on him.

  They were about ten miles from Roxbury when he finally couldn't take it any longer. He turned around and said, “Are you still trying to figure out how you know me, or do you just think I'm hot?”

  Sidewinder laughed. “I guess you are kinda pretty, but not my type. Now BB there...”

  “Fuck you.”

  He laughed again. “You wish pretty boy. I see the lust in your eyes when you take in all that is the mighty Sidewinder.”

  “Shut the fuck up, or I'll put you out on the side of the fucking road,” BB growled.

  “Yeah, Dax'll be happy about that. I'm the demolitions expert here.” Then quickly changing topics...or maybe not getting far away from it, he looked at Jigsaw again and asked, “You ever been in the military?”

  “Nope.” He didn't know that for sure, but it didn't feel right. He couldn't see himself in the military...at least not who he was now.

  “You?”

  “Yep. I did two tours. I majored in blowing things up. I could blow you up right now and not even dent the car.”

  “Good to know,” Jigsaw said.

  “Could blow BB up too, but I'm saving him in case there's ever a shortage of women. Put a red dress on him and some lipstick...”

  “Seriously Sidewinder, say one more fucking thing.”

  Sidewinder laughed. Then looking back at Jigsaw he said, “Damn, it bugs me. I know I know you. You never been to the club in Jersey, have you?”

  “Wouldn't you know me for sure if I had?”

  “Not necessarily. Like I said, I'm a nomad. I was a regular part of the club when I turned eighteen as a prospect. I got patched in when I was twenty and when I was twenty-five my Daddy died, and I was a little lost for a while. I signed up for the Army and got shipped overseas right after boot camp. I spent the last six years, blowing shit up.”

  “Was your dad in the club?”

  “Yep, he was a lifer. He was the club's road captain, and a damned good one. One night him and another guy got in a fistfight over a woman. Dad started it. He was pretty drunk. Anyways, this guy landed one lucky punch and Dad hit his head on the way down. He was dead instantly.”

  “Damn. I'm sorry. What happened to the guy that hit him?”

  “Well, we arranged things to make it look like my dad had fallen at home and hit his head. He was a pretty big drinker, so the cops and medical examiner...none of them questioned it. Then we had a meeting and held a vote on whether or not to let Einstein stay in the club.”

  “Einstein?” For some reason that name struck a familiar chord with Jigsaw. Maybe just because there was an actual Einstein...he didn't know. Some days that kind of stuff drove him crazy.

  “Yeah, that was his name. Dude's a fucking genius. What he was doing in an MC, doing grunt work for was beyond me. But anyhow, the vote was tied and they let me decide his fate.” He stopped there and Jigsaw waited for several minutes, but he didn't go on.

  “So...should I assume he's no longer in the club?”

  “Nope, you should never assume. When you do...well, you know. He's still in the club. The dude wasn't trying to kill my old man. It sucked that he did, not just for me and the old man who was dead...but, for this guy that had to live with it. A lot of the other guys in the club, the ones who voted against him, still treat him like shit. I give him credit for going back in there every day. His attitude has always been that we're all brothers, whether we like each other or not. It's what we promised when we were patched in, right? It's the same as blood. Your brother can be a sack of shit...but, you still love him. You got any family, kid?”

  “None to speak of,” Jigsaw said. He wished he knew. He saw the old lady in the flowered dress in a lot of his dreams. Sometimes there was a man that looked a lot like him, wearing a black leather jacket and a woman right around his age, with exactly the same color eyes. They flashed in and out of his dreams like pictures in an old movie and none of them ever spoke. He didn't know their names, their relationship to him, or even if they really existed. It was frustrating as hell most of the time.

  “Here we are,” BB said, interrupting the conversation as he steered the SUV off the road into an empty dirt lot. The big tires on the four-wheel-drive bounced over the potholes that were still filled with icy water from the most recent storm. He drove toward a collection of construction equipment
and parked behind a row of porta-potties. Sidewinder grabbed a big army green canvas bag, slung it over his shoulder and hopped out even before BB turned off the engine. Using his phone as a flashlight, he walked around behind one of the big skid loaders that were parked on the construction site.

  “He's been here before, obviously,” Jigsaw said as he opened his own door.

  “Nah, Dax probably had some of the pictures the guys took last night sent to him. This is his gig. It's what he does and probably the only reason someone hasn't killed the asshole yet...he's not completely worthless.”

  Jigsaw chuckled and said, “So am I the only one that doesn't know the details of this little mission?”

  “Sorry man, Gunner was the one Dax tapped for this, but something happened and he and his old lady had to take off for Texas early this morning. I don't think Dax wanted to bother you with it last night, you were riding high on that new patch. Dax let me know about five this evening that he wanted me to take you with, but I was knee deep in filling in one of the holes and just barely made it back up to the clubhouse in time to grab you. Dax and the other exec's went up to Brooklyn to have that meet with the 69'ers.”

  “The 69'ers?” Jigsaw knew that the “hole” was a construction site on the ranch where Dax was putting in a new shop. He'd had to fight with the county in order to get the permits through, thanks to the ATF still sniffing around after discovering the illegal slew of weapons in a deep tunnel on the ranch. Hawk was still claiming full responsibility for it and the only thing saving Dax was the fact that Hawk actually lived on the property for years before Dax was even born. Dax and everyone else interviewed claimed no knowledge of the tunnel at all. It wasn't selfish on their part, it was about allowing Hawk to do a selfless thing just once in his life before he died. The “hole” was being filled with things the club didn't want the ATF stumbling up on. It would be underneath the cement foundation of the new shop with an entrance that no one should ever be able to find, underground. The guys were taking turns spending a day moving things while the guys at the gates kept an eye out for the Feds.