by Jessie Cooke
Jigsaw brought her up to her feet and walked her backwards toward the bed. When they got there, he stripped off his boots and jeans once again and Kimber pushed his t-shirt up underneath his arms and he pulled it off over his head. Her hands went to the vest, she was going to get naked too, but he stopped her. Instead he turned her around so that she was facing the bed and he gently pushed her shoulders down. When her ass was in the air and she was face down on the bed, he flipped that little skirt up. She hadn't put her panties back on and she could feel the moisture running down the insides of her thighs. Jigsaw took his hand and ran it up between them, causing her to shudder when he reached her pussy and skimmed the puffy lips. Then he used one of his knees to push her legs open further, took his big cock in his hand and helped it find it's spot. As soon as he entered her, she cried out. He put his hands on her waist and said,
“You look too fucking good baby, and watching you earlier got me so hot...I'm not going to last long.”
“That's okay, just fuck me, Jigsaw...hard.” He started moving his hips, but before he picked up any speed he said,
“I want to see your face.” He pulled back and she stood up. She started to turn toward him but he stopped her. Putting his hands back on her hips he guided her to turn and walk toward the bathroom. Once they were there, he pressed her into the sink, facing the mirror. “Mm, baby. Look how sexy you are.” Kimber looked at herself. Her blonde hair was messed up. Her cheeks were flushed and her lips swollen from his kisses. The vest was open far enough now that her breasts spilled out, with her big, hard nipples pointing straight ahead. Her skirt was hitched up and showed all of her thigh on both sides. She looked at Jigsaw's face in the mirror and saw that look of pure lust there again. Leaning forward and pressing her hands into the tile vanity she said, “Fuck me Jigsaw.”
He kept one hand on her stomach and used the other one to lift her skirt again. She felt the smack of his hand against the fleshy cheek of her ass and she squealed. He did it again, and again, rubbing it lightly in between slaps. Her breathing was rapid and she could feel sweat beginning to bead up on her forehead. She loved watching him in the mirror...especially when he was slapping her ass. It was so hot. He was so hot. God, she loved this man. She took a step sideways, opening her legs wider and inviting him in. She was ready to beg...if necessary. It wasn't necessary, however. She felt him press against her opening and her legs began to tremble. He used his hand to guide his thick, hard cock up and down her slit, getting it wet with her copious fluids...and then he plunged forward, all the way until his pelvis met her ass. She moaned and closed her eyes. She felt Jigsaw's hand on her neck. He squeezed slightly and leaned down and whispered in her ear,
“Open your eyes. Look at how sexy you are, baby.”
She opened them. She was looking at her own tits spilling out of the vest and his big hand on her neck and his gorgeous face pressed against hers. She was shaking all over and she could hardly catch her breath as he thrust himself in and out of her. He kept choking her lightly, not enough to hurt or cause her to not be able to breathe...just enough to declare his dominance, and it turned her on like crazy. “You look so good, baby. You feel so good. I'm already almost there...”
“It's okay. Fuck me hard, Jigsaw. I want all of you.”
“You got all of me baby,” he said in a breathless voice as he ran the hand down from her neck and into the front of the vest. He fondled her breasts and played with her nipples, ramming into her harder and faster, pushing her into the granite tile each time and causing her to whimper and cry out his name. “Tell me my baby is beautiful,” he said. “Tell me she's hot and sexy. Tell me...”
“She's beautiful...”
“Look at her.”
Kimber looked at her cleavage again, at his hand diving inside her vest and her hard nipples pressing into the fabric. Her lips and cheeks were flushed and her hair was disheveled around her face. She did look hot. “She's beautiful,” she said, again.
“She's fucking hot. She's sexy. She drives me crazy...!” He grunted loudly and grabbed her hip with his free hand, pulling her against him and pushing into her as deep as he could possibly go. His balls slapped against her ass and she felt him come deep inside of her. It was what she needed to put her over the edge. The muscles of her pussy gripped him as tightly as they could, holding on for dear life as she came and she screamed out his name. She didn't care if it was a made-up name. She didn't care about his identity. She knew who he was...he was this wonderful, sexy, sweet man that was perceptive enough to know what she needed, without even being told. She needed a man to tell her she was beautiful and not want to take anything from her that she didn't want to give. She needed a man she trusted and believed in and one that believed in her. She needed him, and at that moment she realized she wasn't going to be afraid anymore. She wasn't going to give him up, at least not without a fight. He was hers now and if Natalie wanted him back...well, good luck to her sister.
15
The night sky was clear, the stars looked almost close enough to touch, It was cold and the wind whipped around Jigsaw's head and cut right through his jacket and vest like a knife. His face was chapped and his lips hurt as the snow flurried around him, soaking his already freezing body to the bone as the Harley roared down the highway and the sounds of it and the rest of the crew's bikes pierced the thick, cold air. He knew he should be miserable, but he wasn't. The only thing he loved more than riding was Kimber. Unless he was with her, there was no place he'd rather be than on the back of his hog...rain, shine, snow, sleet...it didn't matter, it was all thrilling.
Dax was in the lead, with Handsome behind him. Gunner, Cody, Jimmie, Levi and Jigsaw followed them onto the exit toward Roxbury. The scenery changed drastically within minutes as they went from the highway that had recently been cleared by the snow equipment down into the slums of the city. Even covered in fresh, powdery snow it looked dirty and the misery was apparent on every street corner where prostitutes still strutted around half naked and junkies searched for their next fix. Homeless people huddled in the eaves of the mostly condemned buildings and people were so caught up in the business of their own survival that the sounds of the Harleys passing barely netted them a glance. Dax and his small crew were on their way to a warehouse in the center of town. It was abandoned, or so anyone would think by looking at the outside of it. The metal siding was rusted in places, covered with graffiti in others, and the heavy metal doors hung sideways off their hinges. Jigsaw had been there once with Cody to exchange some of the product they grew on the ranch for green they could use to finance it.
As Dax led them through the slums Jigsaw had to wonder how people managed to sleep in places like this. The rats roamed freely through the piles of trash that littered the sidewalks and gutters, and he could only imagine what roamed inside the rotting dwellings. He tried not to think about the kids being raised there. He wondered sometimes if maybe he'd been raised in a place like this. The only memory he had was of the old lady he called “Mamaw,” and he wasn't even sure that was a memory and not just a dream.
He pushed those thoughts to the back of his mind as Dax steered his bike to the left and toward the big, old warehouse that sat twenty-feet from the road. There was an old parking lot in front of it and the asphalt was dotted with deep ruts and loose rocks that made the ride like an obstacle course at that point. By the time he caught up with Dax and Handsome, they were already parked around behind the old building where there was an empty lot filled with the remnants of a homeless camp that had recently caught fire. Jigsaw parked his bike next to theirs and climbed off. His hand went to the back of his jeans as he did, and he made sure his gun was where it was supposed to be. He'd already checked more than once, but he wasn't really sure what to expect tonight. Hunter had found one of the Knightriders who was willing to talk about “Mammoth,” but the guy wanted it all cloaked in darkness and mystery. He wasn't sure anymore if he really wanted to know who he was before and what he'd gotten himself into.
Dax walked into the warehouse first with the rest of the guys at his back. Hunter and the other biker weren't there yet, and Dax had planned it that way so that they could all be out of sight before Hunter got there with Rush. It was why they'd parked in back too. Hunter knew to bring the guy through the front of the warehouse. Hopefully no vagrants would show up while they were there. They at least weren't worried about cops showing up since the part of town they were in was too dangerous even for them.
The Knightrider, a guy that went by the name of Rush, was the only one that had been willing to talk to Hunter about Mammoth. The rest of them simply insisted the guy died in a motorcycle accident and was buried, and that was all there was to it. None of them even seemed to have any fond memories they wanted to share about him. Jigsaw might have been inclined to believe he had just been an unlikable asshole, if Carl Marsh hadn't gone missing off the face of the earth just a few days after Dax had pointed Marcus in his direction. At least that would help out the Skulls. Dax had one of the girls at the club call in an anonymous request for PD to do a welfare check on him. When they got there, they found the door ajar and blood inside the apartment but no traces of Marsh. Jigsaw knew that Dax was holding his breath that Marsh wouldn't show back up before they found the storage locker key and Poe was off the hook for the burglary. And the entire situation seemed to them all to be more proof that there was more to Mammoth's exit from society than a fatal collision with a telephone pole.
Hunter told Jigsaw the day before that his business partner and cousin was looking into Beau Blackwell's background before he became “Mammoth” and a member of the Knightriders MC. It was strange to Jigsaw that if that was the name he'd carried around for close to thirty years, that now it meant nothing to him. He was looking forward more to what they found out about Beau Blackwell than they did Mammoth. The memories he'd lost of being a child and having a family hurt the most. He was sure the woman in his dreams was his grandmother and he was the little boy...but were his parents really dead and did he have any siblings? So many unanswered questions. As far as Mammoth went, Hunter said that even Natalie seemed to shy away from talking about him. Supposedly when he died, they were engaged, but now just a year later she seemed to be happy to forget that he ever existed. It made Jigsaw think he'd definitely ended up with the right sister at least.
“Okay Jig, Hunter just texted that they're about five minutes out. Gunner and Cody will be out back, Handsome and I are going up in the loft there,” Dax shone his light up above them and Jigsaw could see a ladder that led up to a small loft in the corner. “And Jimmie will go around to the front once Hunter and Rush are inside. You'll be completely covered, just in case.” Dax's concern wasn't the guy Hunter was bringing. He was worried that the whole thing might turn out to be a setup if Marcus had somehow figured out that Jigsaw...or Mammoth was still alive and staying at the ranch.
“I'm good,” Jigsaw said. Dax nodded and he watched the flashlight go out when the Prez was about halfway up the ladder. The warehouse was dark but he didn't turn on his own light until he heard the motorcycles approaching. He heard the engines shut off and a few seconds later, Hunter, dressed in his signature Crocodile Dundee vest and hat and a younger man with long brown hair and round blue eyes in a Knightrider kutte walked in.
“Hey Jigsaw, this is Rush.”
“Fuck me...” The biker was looking at Jigsaw like he'd seen a ghost. His face had gone pale and his hands, at his sides, were shaking. “It can't be. No fucking way...”
“I guess you two know each other, already,” Hunter said, taking a step back so that Jigsaw and Rush were facing each other.
“What made you think I was dead?” Jigsaw asked. Rush, still visibly shaken said,
“I need to sit down. I think I'm going to be sick.”
Jigsaw looked at Hunter. Hunter rolled his eyes and went over to the corner of the warehouse and found an empty barrel. He rolled it over and Rush sat down on it. He put his head forward in his hands and sat there like that for several minutes. When it seemed like he wasn't going to say anything Hunter said, “Can you tell him what you told me?”
Rush looked up at Jigsaw again. “He'll kill me if he finds out that I'm talking to any of you.”
“As long as you tell us what you know, they'll never have to find out,” Hunter said. “We'll take care of you.”
“What do they think you're doing in Boston?” Jigsaw asked.
In a shaky voice Rush said, “They don't know I'm in Boston. I told them I had to go home because my old man was sick. He lives in Concord.”
“Why did everyone think I was dead?” Jigsaw tried again. His mind was still processing the fact that the other man recognized him and the odds were likely he was this Mammoth guy.
Sweat was beginning to bead up on the man's forehead. “Because you...fuck man, how are you standing here?” Jigsaw looked at Hunter. They were getting nowhere with this guy.
“Start at the beginning,” Hunter told Rush. “Just tell him what you told me.”
Still looking up at Jigsaw like he was laying eyes on a dead man, Rush began to talk, “We were having a party at this club we were allying with, the Blackhawks. They're a new club in Brooklyn and they have some pretty tight contacts with the IRA. Marcus had just closed a deal with them, one that was going to be lucrative for all of us. They threw this big party for us and we were all drunk off our asses. I was hitting on this hot little redhead, but she hadn't sworn into the club yet and she didn't have a room. All the spare rooms were taken and even the bathrooms were full. Hell, I was ready to fuck her right there in the common room...”
“Do we really need so much detail?” Jigsaw growled. He wasn't interested in hearing about this little man's conquests. Rush looked at Hunter and Hunter said,
“It's annoying Jig, I know. But, his story is going somewhere.” Jigsaw sighed and when he didn't say anything else, Rush went on,
“So anyways, she told me she wasn't going to fuck right there in the open, but she was willing to take it outside. She took me out through the kitchen where the door faced this alley. We didn't go far, just where the light wasn't on us any longer and we started to get freaky...I'd just gotten her skirt up when I heard this fucking bloodcurdling scream. I'll be honest and tell you that I'm not the nicest fucking guy on the planet. I was going to ignore it, but the redhead she went all stiff and rigid on me, telling me a gentleman would go see what was going on. I was trying to sweettalk her when we heard a girl's voice asking for help and screaming again. I still didn't give a shit what was going on, but I wasn't getting any at that point, so I went in the direction of the scream. I got to the end of that alley where it ran into another one and I could hear men's voices then, angry ones. I realized one of them sounded like Marcus, my Prez. I really didn't want to get involved at that point, Marcus is a chill guy most of the time...but he's got one hell of a dark side. To this day man I wish I would have turned around and walked away. But instead, I got nosy. I stayed in the shadows but got closer so I could hear what was going on. I could only see silhouettes, but there were two big ones, and one small one that looked like a woman. I could hear crying, sobbing. Marcus was yelling at the other guy, telling him to mind his own fucking business and when the other guy spoke, I recognized his voice too...it was you.”
“Me?” Jigsaw said.
“Yeah...Mammoth, shit. Hunter told me you don't remember any of this. Fuck, probably because you're dead...” Jigsaw stepped closer and leaned down into the man's face.
“Do I look fucking dead to you?”
“No,” he said in a shaky voice. “It's just...I...”
“Just tell the story,” Hunter said again. Rush nodded.
“Okay, anyways, it was you and Marcus arguing. The gist I got was that he was forcing himself on that woman and you were trying to stop him. I was thinking you were crazy but then I heard you say something that changed everything. That ‘woman’ was really a girl, and the daughter of Cyclops...the VP of the Blackhawks. S
he was fucking fourteen years old.”
“Fuck.”
“Yeah. You were kind of calm at first, like maybe you just thought Marcus was stupid drunk and he didn't realize it. But the more you talked, the nastier Marcus got. He finally reached down and grabbed that girl by the hair and that's when you pulled out your gun. You put it against his head man...I knew one of you had to fucking die that night because there was no way Marcus would fucking let you get away with that. He let go of the girl and you told her to go on, but before she took off Marcus told her, even with your gun to his head, that if she said one word to anyone he would kill her daddy and then he'd fuck her and her mama and kill them too. I watched you shove him down to his knees and I didn't fucking want to witness you kill him...I didn't want to know any fucking thing when people started asking questions, so I fucking turned around and ran.”
“You ran?” Jigsaw was torn between wanting to hear the rest of the story and disgust for the coward telling it.
“If you killed him man and anyone saw me anywhere near there, they would have fucking tortured the truth out of me. You might not remember these guys but I'm telling you man, this club...these people, you do not want to be on the wrong side of them. It's why you are where you are right fucking now.”
