Rust: A Bad Boy Romance (Courage MC)

by Kara Hart

  I wiped the sweat off my forehead and adjusted my eyes. My mouth felt dry and my whole body was shaking from the gift he just gave me. “Do it.” I said, with gaining confidence. “Cum inside of me.”

  Most guys would have asked something like, “Are you sure?” Not Adam. He knew what I wanted. He knew how to take control. Nothing was going to stop him from getting his way.

  “Fuck, you feel so good…” I moaned, as he pushed my lips apart with his raging hard cock.

  “You have no idea.” He said, lowering his face to kiss me one more time before he came. He began thrusting hard and wild, like a bull. His balls were slapping against me and the sound was loud and tantalizing. “UH!” He grunted with each pump. “UH!”

  “Yes baby! Do it.” I moaned, licking my lips and holding my tits.

  He sank even deeper between my thighs, soaking all of me in. His muscles tightened and so did his grip. I pushed my hips forward until his throbbing member fully disappeared. My legs wrapped around his body until I felt him swell up to an unimaginable degree. This was it.

  “Oh baby! I’m cumming!” He roared, pounding furiously into me. He kept thrusting, losing speed with each pump. Again and again. Suddenly, I felt him shoot inside of me, like a loaded gun. Past my delicate lips, a stream flooded me, and he made sure to hold himself nice and steady, until he shot every last drop within me.

  Eyes strained and body tensed he slightly convulsed. I watched as he slowly pulled backwards, falling out inch by inch. “Jesus Christ…” He muttered.

  “That was fucking amazing!” I laughed, moving my ruffled hair out of my eyes.

  He lay back and put his right arm around my neck and shoulders, lightly massaging the knots under my skin. “I never want to leave your side, Rose.” He said. All I could do was smile and wipe a single tear of joy from my eyes. I felt the same way. We fell asleep like this, under the pale light of the moon and stars above. Despite the cold, we managed to stay warm with our huddled bodies and tight grips. That night I dreamt nice things. I dreamt we had a house in the country. We had two children and a new puppy. We grew old together and reminisced about the life we had shared.

  Time was too short for a love as powerful as ours.

  Chapter Sixteen

  I woke up by the sound of scattered footsteps and doors being opened. A firm hand wrapped around my mouth. “NO!” I screamed, though nothing seemed to sound. I scrambled to escape. I turned my head to see Adam with his finger over his mouth. “Shh…” He pointed toward the house and whispered. “Six of them.” He looked frightened, like a deer about to get run over. He picked me up in his arms and ran as fast as he could to a space in the corner of the backyard.

  “What’re we gonna’ do?” I asked him, heart racing. I practically peed myself from fright.

  Adam looked toward the house again and suddenly there was a loud sound coming from within. It sounded like pots and pans were being thrown at the walls.

  “Come on, you sons of bitches!” I heard a voice say. Bruce! I thought to myself. I looked at Adam who had taken out his pistol. He was shaking with undeniable rage.

  “I’ll fucking kill them all.” He whispered through his teeth.

  “Adam, we have to get out of here. There’s too many of them.” I warned, feeling frantic.

  Just then a man walked by the back door. He didn’t look out, but I could tell by the tattoos on his head who it was. “Jorge!” Adam cursed to himself. He aimed his gun at him as he walked by. The gun was shaking in his hand.

  “Adam, let’s go!” I whispered, grabbing his arms. It was a futile attempt at moving him, but he knew what he had to do.

  “Fuck! Fine. Let’s go.” We ran into the dark woods, spiraling to the left, where there was a hill that overlooked the old home.

  Bruce’s voice echoed from inside, “C’mon you bastards!” We sat behind the trunk of a large tree and watched as the men dragged him outside, forcing him onto his knees.

  “You’re not gonna’ hurt an old man are ya, Jorge?” Bruce said, practically laughing. He was clearly still drunk from the night before. Jorge whipped his face with the butt of his pistol. He spit out some blood and tooth fragments and coughed out a hoarse laugh. “Aw, c’mon. I thought you were a man! Hit me harder!”

  I turned to Adam, completely horrified. “Adam, what is he doing?!” Small tears fell from my eyes. So far, he was the only man who gave us his blessing.

  “He’s stalling them. That senile old man is stalling him.” He simply stated, staring with a hardened look on his face. “Well, god bless him…”

  I grabbed onto Adam’s hand and clasped down as hard as I could. Bruce was knocked on the ground, clearly weakened from Jorge’s blow. The men stood around him in a tight circle, chuckling like a pack of wild dogs.

  “Where is he?” Jorge asked menacingly.

  “Who? Ain’t no one been here in years. Not since the gang broke up.” He said, breathing heavy and exasperated breaths. Bruce’s dogs barked loudly, jumping at the men. Jorge pointed the gun at them and fired two shots. The dogs squealed and fell to grass, dead. I jumped as the sound of the bullets echoed throughout the forest. Adam put his hand over my mouth.

  Bruce started to sob. “Aw, why’d you have to go and do a thing like that. They weren’t hurting anybody.” His long hair draped over his bruised and bloody face. One of Jorge’s men kneed him in the stomach.

  “I’ll ask you again, homie. Where is he?”

  There was a strange silence among the men. Then Bruce answered, “Got a joint?” He laughed, louder than ever. It was as if he knew his end was imminent.

  Jorge pointed the gun at Bruce’s kneecap and fired. The sound of bone against metal crunched in my ears. “FUCK!” Bruce cried.

  “WHERE’S ADAM?!” Jorge screamed.

  Two of his men picked Bruce’s shivering body up by his heavy arms. “He’s far from here by now…went…south…” He sobbed, spitting out dark chunks of blood and mashed teeth. He looked up at Jorge, channeled by a moment of rage and fury. “And if he catches you before you find him…he’ll murder you sons of bitches…I’m sure of that…”

  Jorge laughed coldly. His gold teeth reflect against the moonlit sky. “Nah. I don’t think you’re right, old man. Ain’t nothing, though. I ain’t here to live and play nice. Boys, let’s show him what we do to old friends.”

  They enclosed around him, kicking him onto his stomach. Bruce didn’t even try to put up a fight. “Goodbye, George. You always were a favorite of mine.”

  Jorge turned around and walked back, toward the house.

  BANG!

  The group of men hooted and hollered, shouting out slurs and curse words. There was no dignity among them. “Come on. We got a marriage to ruin…” Jorge said. From what I could see, Jorge wiped a small tear from his eye, across his tattooed face.

  “Let’s go.” Adam whispered, shivering in the cold air.

  “Adam…I…”

  “Let’s. Go.” Adam said, walking fast into the distance. I picked myself off the ground and hurried over to him.

  “Where can we go to…?” I asked him.

  “We’re going to Daryl’s. Come on. I know of a path. Jorge won’t find us there.” He said. The sound of crickets reverberated throughout the state of Oregon.

  Chapter Seventeen

  “Well, that’s that. We can’t trust anyone anymore.” Adam turned to me. We had been walking for what seemed like a few hours now. We had no water, no supplies, not even a jacket to wear. I was freezing and yet, that was the least of my worries. My heart had grown weary. All seemed lost.

  “When will it end, Adam? Will it ever be normal for us?” I cried.

  “Soon.” He said, though his mind was elsewhere. I couldn’t blame him, even though I wanted to. I wanted to find a reason for all of this violence. I wanted to point a finger at someone, even if it was the one I loved. If he hadn’t dealt with these people in the past, none of this would have happened. Of course, he wouldn’t have met me either.
It all happened for a reason. But I was that reason. This filled me with a cold despair that rattled my bones.

  Finally, we came to a group of disheveled cottages that seemed to be built in a hurry. They were aligned in a square and only one seemed to be in use. Smoke was billowing out from a makeshift chimney and a faint light showed through the wooden walls. Adam walked up to the door and knocked seven times, in a perfect rhythmic pattern. We waited. Nothing.

  He knocked again. Still nothing.

  “Maybe he’s not home…” I whispered. I prayed that what I said wasn’t true.

  “He’s home. He just ain’t answering.” Adam said. He knocked one more time and finally the sound of someone tripping over their shoelaces could be heard from within.

  “Hold your damn horses.” A voice called out.

  The door slid open about an inch, just enough to eye us up and down. “Who the hell is out there? I got a magnum aimed right at your heart, asshole. State your name.”

  “It’s Adam.”

  Silence.

  “Well I’ll be damned…” The voice said back. “Adam? Bruce’s boy? I thought they killed you.” The door slid back and an old black man hobbled outside with his cane.

  “I thought you had a magnum aimed at my heart.” Adam said calmly.

  “Can’t be too careful these days. You’d be surprised who shows up every now and then.”

  “Who? Your old hookers looking for their money?”

  “You always had a way with words, didn’t you? Come on in, asshole.” He smiled, extending his arms.

  “This ain’t a time for celebration. These are darkened days.” Adam said in a solemn voice.

  We both walked inside the broken down cottage. There were old chairs lined against the wall. Boxes littered the entryway. He was a hoarder if I ever saw one. I was a long ways away from home.

  “Who’s the girl?” He asked.

  “My wife.” Adam replied back.

  “I ain’t see no ring, boy.” The man hobbled over to one of the old chairs and sat down. A plume of dust shot up around his body

  “No time to explain.” Adam said. “Daryl, this is Rose. Rose this is Daryl.”

  “Pleased to meet you, sir.” I said, avoiding eye contact. He may have been an old friend of Bruce and Adam, but he was no friend of mine. After the events of this week, I learned to avoid growing too close to people.

  “Sit down, sit down.” He said. “Make yourselves at home. You want coffee or something?”

  “No. We’re fine. All we need is this fire.”

  I chimed in, “And maybe some jackets if you have any.” Adam looked at me, cross.

  “So what bad news have you brought me?” Daryl asked him, running his shaking hands over his cane.

  “It’s Jorge…” He muttered. His jaw clamped down and I saw his face turn from pale to dark red. He grinded his teeth together and breathed deeply. A heavy set of rage and adrenaline flooded his body.

  “That fucker? What’d he do now? You know he was the one that fucked up that robbery years ago, right? Almost cost me an arm and a leg. I’m lucky I never got caught. Mother fucker…” He shook his head and adjusted the taped-together pair of glasses that hung against his nose.

  “Pops is dead. He shot him dead. In cold blood.”

  Daryl stopped moving his hands. His cane fell to the floor. “What did you just tell me, boy?” He asked, turning suddenly very serious.

  I looked at him and shouted, “He’s dead, okay? We need your damn help!”

  “She’s right. We need you now more than ever.” Adam backed me up. He put his hand against my kneecap and images of Bruce falling to the grass where we made love just hours before, flooded my mind.

  “Adam, I’m an old man now. There ain’t nothing I can do now. I’m done playing those games.”

  Adam stood up, his tall stature hovering over him. “Like hell you are.” He said, lighting up a cigarette. “Now, you’ll help us if it’s the last thing you do.” His body twitched angrily. He took one drag of his cigarette and threw it to the ground, stomping it out.

  “Hey, you can’t just barge in here and expect me to do whatever you want. This is my house, boy. And I won’t be taken advantage of. Pick your damn cigarette up off the ground.”

  “As if you ever cleaned this place in your life…” Adam whispered.

  “What was that?” Daryl retorted back. He had grabbed his cane and pushed himself up from his chair. His legs could barely even hold his body up. I began to wonder how he had even kept his job at the bank.

  “Adam, this man is clearly on his last years. He’s no help to no one.” I said, looking Daryl directly in the eyes.

  “Little girl,” He began, “You know nothing about me.”

  “It’s okay, Rose.” Adam reassured me. “He’ll be dead in two seconds if he doesn’t help us out.”

  “Boy, you always had a way with words didn’t you? Ain’t no one dying in this here house! Not on my property.” Daryl squinted at me, frowning. “Hey…I know you, girl.”

  “No you don’t.” I said, turning to Adam. I bore the look of confusion and alarm.

  “Yes…yes, I believe I do. You were on the T.V.” He smiled. “In fact, you been on the T.V. for a couple days now. The kidnapping… Ah, shit! Adam, you didn’t…”

  “It was poor planning on my part. I’ll admit that, Daryl. But now we got everyone in the damn world looking for us. Jorge, the police, and…”

  “Don’t say her name.” Daryl said, walking over to the kitchen. He leaned over his sink and sighed loudly.

  “Brianna Baxter.”

  “God dammit, I told you to never say her name around me again!” He screamed. He punched the wood cabinet in front of him, shattering it to pieces.

  “Settle down. She’s my problem, not yours.”

  “Oh, I know that. She’s always been your problem.” Daryl looked at him angrily.

  I stood up too, backing away from both of the men. “Adam, what’s he saying?” I stammered, clenching my fists tightly.

  Adam sighed and looked past me. “Guess it’s about time you find out about something.” He said.

  “Adam…what’s he talking about…you didn’t… Did you?” I felt my body shake with pure rage.

  “I’m afraid…well, I’m afraid you already know the answer yourself.” He looked away from both of us, staring at the dusty floor.

  “You bastard! I want to hear it from your own damn mouth. You tell me what he’s saying. NOW!” This time it was me who threw punches, right at Adam’s temple.

  “Settle down, kid! Settle…down!” He grabbed both of my wrists and wrestled to the floor.

  “NO! You can’t make me! Goddammit! I’ll kill you! I…I HATE you!” I screamed. My voice practically echoed throughout the forest.

  “Keep your voice down. For all I know, Jorge’s men could be following us.” He held my wrists tightly, twisting them until I relaxed. I fell to the floor, sobbing tears of betrayal. He sighed, “It’s not what you think. It was a long time ago, Rose…” His voice turned into a soft whisper. “It was ages ago.”

  I struggled to break free from his grip, but he wouldn’t let me go until I decided to listen to his reasoning. “Then what is it then? What could it possibly be?” I gave up resisting, falling flat against his chest.

  “Oh, boy…” Daryl sighed. “I’ll give you some time.”

  “No, Daryl. Stay here. We have a lot to do before sunrise. It’s fine.” Daryl shook his head and sat back down, muttering to himself quietly.

  Adam turned to me and managed to let go of my wrists. “I met Brianna Baxter on the Eve of my initiation. I was the rising star in the group. So much promise. You know, that sort of thing. There was a lot of pressure put on me. I was going to take over the gang someday. But I was unhappy. I wasn’t getting paid as much as I should have. I had to pay off my debt to my elders. I had to prove my worth. And even though I knew I could run things better than the rest of the crew, I couldn’t say one damn thing
. Because if I did, they’d have ostracized me quickly and completely.”

  “Boom.” Daryl said.

  “Right. Boom.” Adam ran his hands through his hair and took a deep breath. “So I did what any man would have done in my position. I drowned myself in women and whiskey. Cigarettes and expensive cocaine. Hell, we sold it for triple the price. It was one of the perks of the job. And that’s when I met Brianna Baxter.”

  I wiped the tears from my eyes. “Go on.” I said, sniffling. I needed to know the whole story, at least for my sanity’s sake.

  “Well one thing led to another, you know? I was 26 years old. I didn’t know a thing. And here was this 23 year old bombshell of a bitch. And of course, I wanted her. But she played hard to get, teasing me and taunting me wherever I went. I’d sometimes be gone on a trip to deal in Texas or Nevada – one of those empty desert towns close to us….i’d be gone for weeks. And then I’d come back home to the guys, and Brianna would be sitting on the couch, wearing a tight skirt, legs wide open with her arms around Jorge. That’s the kind of woman she was. She liked to press your buttons.”

  “So you dated?” I sniffed. I felt my heart beat fast. I was filled with adrenaline. I felt like I could punch a hole through his face.

  “I’m getting to that. As soon as she found out I was Road Captain and in charge of the drugs, she’d magically show up at the oddest times. I’d be in the middle of a deal, there it was, a knock on my door. I’d wake up sometimes and she’d be at my window, trying to score a line for herself after a party. It got to the point where I felt like I had no choice. Did I like this woman? Of course I did. Did I want to settle down with her. Hell no. She simply drove the point home. She needed me. And soon…well, soon I needed her more.”

  “You prick…” I cursed, spitting in his face. He wiped it off and continued speaking.

  “Well, I guess I deserve that. I didn’t tell you the whole truth. Even still, there’s more you don’t know. Now, if you want me to continue speakin’, you’ll have to keep your mouth closed and saliva to yourself.”