“What is all that noise?” I heard her father’s voice from the other room.
“Shit!” She hopped off the table and pulled her gown down to her knees.
“What? He’ll just see a husband and wife enjoying the pleasures of marriage.” I shrugged and grinned.
“Put that away!” She pointed at my cock and I reluctantly stuffed my dick back into my pants, zipping up as he walked into the kitchen.
“Sorry, Daddy. We were just cleaning up.” She grabbed a towel and put it over the spot we had left on the table.
“Right...” He walked to the coffee pot and ignored us. “You’re still here?”
“I was just leaving.” I looked over at Mr. Adamson. “How are your ribs?”
“They fucking hurt.” He grunted and sipped his coffee.
“Take some more pain pills.” I winked at Monica who gave me a death glare. “They’ll help.”
“Yeah.” He walked over and sat down at the table—thankfully on the opposite side of where we had just fucked.
MONICA’S SCENT WAS still on me when I hit the highway and felt the wind on my face. The fact Monica didn’t ask for my help was motivation to give it. If she was playing me, she would have asked for more than just a kiss and a promise to return when I left her house. I didn’t tell her where I was going. She didn’t need to know what I was going to do and she certainly didn’t need to know I was going to ask Walter Grant for my old job back.
I turned my motorcycle into the parking lot of the club he owned and it was pretty clear that something had changed. There was an armed guard at the door and a line of black sedans parked out front next to several black SUVs. He had upgraded his business significantly if he needed that many people on his payroll and an armed guard at the door. The guard stared at me as I got off of my motorcycle and approached the door. He took a step forward and let his hand rest on his gun for a moment as he held up his other hand to motion for me to stop.
“Who are you and why are you here?” His eyebrows came together and he stared at me with a fair bit of intensity.
“I’m here to see Walter Grant.” I took a step closer and the man stepped back, unlatching the strap holding his gun in the holster.
“Mr. Grant isn’t seeing visitors right now.” His hand seemed to have a nervous tick as it stayed pressed against the metal. “If you need a loan, you’ll have to make an appointment.”
An appointment? Nobody has ever needed an appointment to see Walter Grant.
“Tell him Grady Faulkner is here to see him and I don’t need a loan.” I took a step back, which seemed to make the guard relax.
“Grady Faulkner.” The guard tapped the door and spoke to someone on the other side. “He’s here to see Mr. Grant.”
“One second.” There was a muffled voice on the other side of the door.
“So what’s going on here? Did he open a casino or something?” I looked out at the line of cars and back to the guard, but he didn’t respond.
“Mr. Grant will see him.” The door swung open and I saw another armed guard on the opposite side of the door.
“Nice to meet you...” I glared at the guard as I stepped into the club.
“Grady!” Walter walked towards me with his arms extended. “How long has it been? A year? Two?”
“Yeah, about that.” I nodded. “You stopped calling me.”
“Eh, business was slow. Let’s get a drink.” He put a hand on my shoulder and motioned towards the bar.
“Business looks like it has picked up now.” My eyes darted around the club and they stopped when I saw the man who was at Monica’s house the night before.
“It has!” He sat down on a barstool and the bartender immediately put two beers in front of us.
“Mr. Grant.” The man I had seen the night before walked over and leaned down, whispering something in the old man’s ear.
“Oh.” Walter’s eyes got wide. “I see. Grady, I hear you’ve already met my associate, Ray Stone.”
“I have.” I nodded and looked at the man who finally had a name. “Taking a break from beating up old men?”
“Maybe I’ll practice on you.” He turned his neck and I heard it crack several times.
“Now, now.” Walter put up his hand. “Ray, give me a few minutes with Grady. He’s an old friend.”
“Sure thing.” Ray stared at me for a moment and then walked away from us.
“What happened, Walter? You used to tell me I was too pushy when I collected money for you—I barely threw a punch unless you told me to.” I reached for my beer and took a sip.
“Times got tough.” He shrugged. “I guess I was just too nice back then. You were right though—I was getting soft.”
“There’s being soft and then there’s this.” I motioned to the room. “This isn’t you. You even helped one guy take a loan out at a bank so he could pay you back.”
“Vegas is a different world. It has been changing for a long time and I was becoming a relic of a respectful world that just lost all respect for what I did. Then I met Ray and he helped me finally realize that things needed to change. You were a part of that though—you were telling me all of this several years ago. I just finally started to listen.” He lifted his beer and took a sip. “I’ve actually been thinking about you recently. I was wondering what you were up to. Any chance you’re looking for work? I could use a man like you. You and Ray might even become friends.”
“I don’t think so.” I shook my head. “I was coming to see you about a job, but now that I’ve seen all this, I don’t think your new world is for me. This isn’t what I had in mind when I told you things needed to change. Sure, we needed to rough some people up, but this is some Mob level shit.”
“I’m sorry to hear that.” He grimaced and shrugged. “I assume you’ll make sure Mr. Adamson pays his debt at the end of the week? Ray tells me you’re married to his daughter.”
“Yeah.” I took another drink from my beer and started to stand. “You keep Ray away from my family or you’ll remember why you stopped calling me in the first place.”
My family—I fucking called them my family.
“Don’t threaten me, Grady. You were just a shit stain on this town before I took you in. Mr. Adamson has until the end of the week—and then Ray’s coming for Mr. Adamson if I don’t have every dollar he owes me in my hands. He’s way worse than you ever were.” Walter stood and patted me on the shoulder. “Take care.”
Ray kept his eyes locked on me as I walked away from Walter and he followed me halfway to the door before he stopped. Things had definitely changed. Walter wasn’t the same man I remembered. I certainly didn’t have fifty thousand dollars and I was fairly certain there was no way for Mr. Adamson or Monica to get it in less than a week. If they could have pulled that off, they would have done it already.
Even if it wasn’t my problem, Walter had crossed the line. I wasn’t going to let him hurt Monica’s father, even if it meant going to war with my former boss. I might have been a shit stain when he found me and took me in, but I was still the same man he stopped calling because he didn’t like how I handled business.
I drove to a parking lot and started making some calls. I had to get Monica’s father out of town and make sure Walter couldn’t find him. There was no way for him to collect the money or hurt Monica’s father if he couldn’t find him, and that would at least give us more time to figure out how to pay the debt.
Here I go making this my problem...
Chapter 7: Monica
After Grady was gone, I spent the day unpacking the boxes I had been trying to gather for our getaway. The threat from Walter Grant’s brutish collector was one that my father seemed to be taking seriously and he no longer wanted to try and run. I still left a few things packed in a bag just in case plans challenged. I went back into my bedroom and started to cry from sheer worry. I couldn’t lose my father. I had been willing to do anything to keep him safe, even marry a man that I didn’t love. It was hard to still hate
Grady for ruining my chance at that since it no longer mattered. Dane wouldn’t even sign his contract before the deadline Walter Grant had put us under if the weekly payments weren’t going to be sufficient.
I heard my father’s voice from the living room and it sounded like he was talking to someone. Panic swept over me. I ran to the door, expecting to see the bastard that was there the night before standing over my father again, but instead I saw Grady. My father had a solemn look on his face.
“We have to get your father out of town.” Grady’s words were hurried and after he said them, he walked to the window and peeked outside.
“He can’t run. You heard what that guy said last night.” I looked at the two of them. “Right?”
“Yeah, well, things are fucking different now.” Grady turned back towards me.
“How do you know? What changed?” I blinked a couple of times in surprise.
“I used to work for Walter Grant.” Grady shrugged. “I went to see him after I left here and what he’s doing now isn’t anything like what he had going when I worked for him.”
“I knew you looked familiar.” My father narrowed his eyes at Grady. “I think you came to collect some money from me one time.”
“Maybe.” Grady shrugged again and then looked back at me. “I collected money from a lot of people.”
“So you were the guy who beat up people who didn’t pay their debts?” I took a step back and tilted my head with concern.
“If I had to—yeah.” Grady nodded. “But Walter ran a different operation back then. He didn’t like it when I got rough with people. That ain’t the case anymore.”
“That’s what Grady was telling me when you walked in.” My father sighed and shook his head. “This is really bad.”
“Yeah it is.” Grady nodded, confirming what my father said with his body language. “That’s why we have to get you out of town.”
“How?” I looked back and forth between them. “They’re obviously watching our every move if they saw me packing boxes yesterday.”
“They got a guy outside.” Grady motioned towards the window. “Take a peek. He’s in the black sedan to the right of your house.”
“Crap...” I walked over and pushed the curtain to the side. The car was exactly where Grady said it would be. “How are we going to get Dad out of town if they’re watching us?”
“I’ve got a plan.” Grady looked at my father. “Can you ride a motorcycle?”
“I’ve been on one before.” My father nodded.
“Dad, you haven’t ridden a motorcycle since before I was born.” I shook my head back and forth.
“I’m pretty sure I still remember how.” My father looked at Grady. “What are you thinking?”
“Well, you’re about my size.” Grady stood up and peeled off his leather jacket, putting it in my father’s hands. “My helmet is by the door.”
“So what...” I tilted my head in confusion. “He just gets on your motorcycle and rides away?”
“I’ve made arrangements.” Grady pulled a card out of his pocket. “Ride north and don’t stop until you get to Indian Springs. Call this number and tell them I sent you. They’ll take care of everything.”
“Seriously?” My father took the card and stared at it. “Who am I calling exactly?”
“The Devil Knights MC.” I tapped the card. “They owe me a favor.”
“Shit.” My father exhaled sharply. “That’s one hell of a favor to waste on someone you don’t even know.”
“I do know you.” Grady shrugged. “You’re my father-in-law.”
My father couldn’t take much more than the clothes on his back. I gave him what little money I had and he changed into a pair of jeans. Even with the motorcycle helmet on, he wasn’t a perfect stand-in for Grady. He was shorter and wasn’t nearly as muscular, but it seemed like it would do the trick if someone wasn’t paying close enough attention. Grady and I waited by the door in case something went wrong as my father walked outside and got on Grady’s motorcycle. I was sure that he was going to fall off of it before he got it going, but he managed to crank it up without incident.
The man in the car looked up for a brief moment, but then he looked back down at whatever he was holding in his hand. The engine roared to life and after narrowly missing our mailbox, my father got the motorcycle on the road and started to accelerate. The car didn’t move and I let out a long breath, feeling slightly relieved to see him safely disappear.
“Thank you.” I turned back towards Grady. “I know we’re not out of the woods yet, but at least he’s not waiting around here for his hourglass to run out. Are you sure he’ll be okay with a motorcycle gang?”
“Motorcycle club.” Grady chuckled. “But yes, they will make sure he’s safe. They’ll take him in and by the time you see him again he’ll probably have five new tattoos and a new girlfriend.”
“Dad and a biker chick? That might be a worse match than that time I almost married your brother.” I smiled at him and wrapped my arms around him. “So we have the house to ourselves now.”
“That was my plan all along.” Grady pressed his lips to mine and started moving his hands underneath my shirt.
I had never known the craving of an addiction or the lust of desire, but Grady was both of those things at the same time. He had ignited something I didn’t know could exist within me and I already wanted more. His lips were like fire against mine—gasoline in an open flame that was already raging out of control the moment I felt his kiss. He pulled at my shirt until it was tangled in my arms and broke from our kiss to pull it over my head. My pussy started to get wet even before he moved a hand down to the front of my jeans. He unbuttoned them and shoved his hand into the waistband, rubbing my pussy as it roared to life with the same desire I had felt the two other times we had been together.
I moved my hand against the front of his jeans, feeling his cock throbbing against the denim. I unbuttoned the front and pushed the zipper down until I had his bare cock in my hand. I stroked it as it got harder, wanting it in the same place I had it before. My pussy was definitely sore, but when he ran his finger along the wetness and rubbed my clitoris, I no longer cared. I wanted him so bad that I would have endured anything to feel his passion pulsating inside of me again.
“I guess we don’t have to be quiet this time.” He pulled away from our kiss and pushed my jeans off of my hips.
“No.” I shook my head and grinned. “We don’t even have to go to the bedroom.”
Grady picked me up once my panties joined my jeans around my ankles and I kicked them off. I wrapped my legs around Grady’s waist as he walked forward until my back was against the wall. He entered me quick, sliding into my wetness so fast that I felt like he had impaled me on his cock. The sore muscles and torn flesh from losing my virginity ached, but once he started to thrust, it quickly faded away.
He held me against the wall and started to drive his cock into me even faster than he had before. I felt the wall vibrating along with my body as he slammed himself into me. The pictures that were hanging nearby shook so much that I thought they were going to fall off the nails that held them in place. His lips stayed on my neck, moving up to my ears and nibbling lightly before going back to my neck. Grady pushed his jeans down further and licked them off without ever breaking from his hungry thrusts. Our naked bodies pressed together and I felt enraptured in his touch, barely able to focus on anything but the intense pleasure that was surging through my body.
“Don’t stop. It feels really good,” I moaned as I felt my back being driven into the wall again.
“Nothing is going to make me stop.” He growled into my ear as he picked up the pace.
He was like a beast possessed by his desires. He pounded me into the wall until I thought I would have bruises along my back from the force of his thrusts, but I didn’t care about anything but the desire boiling inside me. He hammered me so hard that several of the pictures did actually fall and crash to the ground, sending glass and
memories all along the floor, but he still kept going. I held onto his shoulders and leaned against his shoulders, feeling nothing but pure pleasure between us. His hot breath was against my neck, constantly teasing me with his tongue and his lips, but even that seemed numb compared to the pressure that was building inside of me. It begged to be released again, wanting to feed off his lust until it the craving inside both of us was satisfied. I felt the pressure getting strong until it was all I could focus on. My body spiraled towards the edge of an orgasm and it stayed there until there was nothing left. I held onto him tighter as I started to orgasm, feeling my pussy spasm on his cock as he continued to drive himself into me.
“Oh god!” My head fell back against to the wall and the orgasm took complete control of my body.
“Your pussy is so fucking good.” He let out a gasp. “I’m about to explode.”
I felt his cock start to throb and pulsate inside of me as I continued to orgasm. The feeling of his lust magnified and driven deep into me started to build another orgasm on top of the first one. His breathing got more intense and his heart was thumping so hard in his chest that I could feel it through my breasts. He pounded his cock into me even harder, sending a couple more pictures to the floor and I was afraid he would send me straight through the wall if he didn’t get the release he craved soon. It was building inside him just as fast as it built inside me.
His body collided with mine and then he went deep, leaving his cock there as it pulsated and started to release his seed. He started to grunt as he ejaculated inside me, withdrawing just enough to pound himself deep again. His thrusts slowed but each one seemed to shoot more of his sticky cum inside my pussy. My orgasm finally subsided when he was spent and he slumped against me, keeping me pressed to the wall. We stayed there with the sweat of our passion mixing together for several minutes before he finally put his hands under my thighs and pulled me away from the wall.
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