Collin

by Jessie Cooke

  He bit down on the nipple that he had in his mouth, not hard enough to hurt but enough to feel her entire sexy body convulse. She let out a deep moan that came from somewhere deep inside of her. He switched breasts and did the same to that one, with the same response. He finally couldn’t stand it any longer. Straddling her, he let the length of his cock glide along her wet slit. She reached up and dug her fingers into the backs of his shoulders and once again called out his name.

  He reluctantly pulled away from her and fished for his pants on the floor. He took a condom out of his wallet and tossed pants and wallet all back down out of the way. She watched with her big, pretty eyes as he opened the condom and rolled it on. As soon as he did she reached for his cock and pulled him towards her. He let her take him as far as her outer lips but stopped her before she guided him inside of her. She groaned until he moved her hand and used his to slide the tip up and down the length of her slit again.

  “Jesus, you’re so good…” she breathed out. “I never even knew any of this could feel so good.”

  “It feels so good because it’s so right,” he told her, leaning down to press his lips into hers. She sucked in his bottom lip and licked back and forth across it while continuously grinding her hips up into his. He felt like his head was going to explode…both of them. He finally gave in and let just the tip slide into her opening and they both moaned at that. She arched up farther and Collin took her small waist into his hands and thrust all the way up inside of her. She cried out as his hips slapped into hers and he held her there for a few seconds before grinding into her again before pulling back and letting his cock slide almost all the way out. He plunged back into her and was rewarded with another cry.

  “God, Collin! Oh God, that feels so good!”

  “Good, baby. It feels wonderful to me but what I really want is to make you feel good.”

  “You’ve succeeded,” she said, breathlessly. He leaned in and kissed her again using the tips of his fingers to brush back the sweat-soaked tendrils of hair clinging to her pretty face. He continued moving in and out of her as he moved his hands down and grabbed both of her breasts at once. He rubbed and squeezed and tweaked before sliding his hands underneath her back and lifting the top half of her body up so that he could get that sweet neck between his teeth. He sucked and licked and bit on the sensitive skin there as he thrust into her. She brought her hips up to meet him each time and before long they had a perfect rhythm going. Besides the fact that he wanted Ciara so badly, it had been so long for him since he’d even touched a woman. Waiting so long had been hell, but now that he was inside of her he knew it was the most worthwhile thing he had ever done. Shocks of pleasure were racing through his body and he could feel a massive orgasm beginning to build.

  He tried to slow down and savor it, but Ciara reached back and grabbed the cheeks of his ass, forcing him into her faster and harder. He felt her tighten around him and this time she cried out long and loud. Her little body shook and shivered underneath him as she rode through her own orgasm, and the feel of that warm, wet rush running down his cock sent him over the edge. With a primal groan and one final thrust he reached his own climax and it was mind-fucking-blowing. His whole body shook as he collapsed down next to her and he couldn’t do anything but lie there and let his body recover for several long seconds. When it finally did he pushed up and looked at her face. Her eyes were closed but she had a satisfied little smile on her face. He kissed her and then whispered, “I think I love you, Ciara.”

  She opened her eyes and he saw that they were filled with tears. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled herself up into his chest. He wrapped her up and turned over and lay down on his side, pulling her into him and holding her tightly against his chest. “I love you too, Collin. Jesus, that was amazing. Thank you.”

  He laughed. “Thank you, gorgeous. I love you.”

  She snuggled into him and he felt the moisture of her tears run down his chest as she said, “I love you so much.”

  35

  Collin heard the noise, but his brain incorporated it into his dream. He’d been dreaming about being on the bike with Ciara…the knocking noise seemed to suddenly be coming from all around them. He rolled over and pulled the warm, naked body of his lover into him tighter and tried to block it out, but when the knocking was suddenly joined by an angry voice calling out his name, he had to admit that he wasn’t dreaming. He pulled open one eye and Ciara wiggled around to look up at him with her wide hazel ones. She was a disheveled mess from their lovemaking and he couldn’t help but smile at her, even as his brain processed that the lunatic slamming on his door and yelling out his name was her brother, he wanted her again.

  “It’s Noah,” she whispered.

  Collin chuckled. “Yeah, I figured that out.” He leaned down and kissed her on her nose and said, “Why don’t you go clean up and dress, I’ll handle Noah.”

  “He sounds really pissed.”

  “I’m sure he is. I’m sorry. I fell asleep and forgot to take you home. I’ll try to gently remind him that you’re an adult.”

  She laughed then and said, “Good luck with that. What time is it?”

  Collin squinted at the clock on the nightstand. “8:45.”

  She let out a relieved sound. “I have work at noon. Thank goodness I still have time to shower and get ready.”

  “Good, baby…”

  “Collin! I swear to God I’ll break down this fucking door.” Collin sighed and said:

  “When we get rid of the maniac, I’ll take you home so you can get ready for work.”

  She laughed even as they heard Noah say, “Oh, call the fucking police, see if I care.” Collin’s neighbors must have been complaining at that point. He smiled and kissed Ciara again before climbing out of bed and pulling on the jeans he’d left in the floor the night before. Noah’s pounding got louder as Collin got closer. When he pulled the door open, Noah almost fell inside. “About fucking time!”

  Collin took a deep breath and willed himself to be cool. He tried to remember how pissed he’d been when he found out Noah was sleeping with his sister. “Calm down, Noah. It’s early.”

  “No, actually it’s fucking not early. It’s almost 9 a.m. My sister’s been gone for twelve fucking hours without so much as a text.”

  Collin walked further inside and Noah followed him. “You obviously knew where she was…so…?”

  “She doesn’t need this shit, Collin! She’s been through too fucking much to have some man whore come along and play with her fucking emotions.”

  Collin felt a surge of anger at the nerve of Noah Campbell calling him a man whore. Before Ava, Noah was the biggest whore in Phoenix. “You really need to watch it, Noah. I’m not out to hurt your sister…but the bottom line here is that she’s an adult, and what she and I do is none of your business.”

  Noah stepped up and poked Collin in the chest with his finger, causing the anger to flood every part of his body. He reached up and grabbed Noah’s wrist and at the same time Noah’s left fist came at him. Just as he dodged it he heard Ciara, “Stop it! Both of you! Oh my God, this is fucking ridiculous!” Collin let go of Noah and Noah took a step back and looked at his sister. He opened his mouth and she said, “No. I’m talking. Noah, I understand why you worry about me. You spent years trying to save me and I spent years trying to destroy me. But that’s all in the past now and you’ll have to accept that I am, as Collin said, ‘a grown adult,’ and Collin is who I want to be with.”

  “Can I speak now?” Noah asked. She nodded and he said, “He’s going to hurt you, Ciara.”

  She shook her head and said, “I don’t think so…but if he does, in the end…I think it’ll all be worth it. He makes me feel alive, Noah. He makes me feel special, and beautiful, and interesting. My self-esteem has been demolished…and he’s helping me get it back. It’s something you should want for me.”

  “I do want that for you…but…”

  “No buts. I’m telling you that’s
what Collin does for me, and if it’s really what you want, then you need to back off and both of you need to stop acting like a couple of stupid kids fighting in a schoolyard. I love you, Noah…but just because you saved my life, more than once, doesn’t mean you get to run it now, okay?”

  Noah didn’t look like it was okay. He gave Collin another dirty look and said, “If you hurt her…”

  “Noah! Did you hear anything I said?”

  “I’m not going to hurt her, Noah. But trust me, I get the sentiment. Remember that’s my sister you’re sleeping with every night.”

  “Not the same thing,” Noah said.

  “Why?” Ciara asked, sounding angry. Collin looked at her and she had her arms folded across her chest and a glare focused on her brother’s face. “Because I’m damaged and Ava’s not? Because Ava can take care of herself and I can’t? You afraid I won’t be able to handle a normal heartache? Think I’ll go back to using…?” Noah kept opening his mouth, but she was on a roll. “Do you think I’m so weak that I’ll never be able to take care of myself, or my own heart?”

  “No, sis…that’s not it at all. Jesus.” Noah ran a hand through the stubble on his face. “I think that after everything you went through, the fact that you’re here three months later, ready to start over, makes you one of the strongest people I’ve ever known.”

  Ciara had tears in her eyes as she said, “Good. Thank you. Then trust me, okay?” Noah nodded, but the look he gave Collin said that Ciara wasn’t the one he didn’t trust. Collin was almost glad when he heard his phone begin to ring from the bedroom. He excused himself and went to answer it.

  “Collin, it’s Finn.”

  “Hey, man, what’s up?”

  “Jace is calling church this morning in an hour.”

  “Okay,” Collin said. “I’ll be there.” Collin had sat in on informal meetings so far, but he hadn’t yet had the opportunity to attend church, where the most important club decisions were made and voted on.

  “Great, see you then.”

  Collin ended the call and when he got back to the living room he found Ciara and Noah locked in a hug. They pulled back and Collin said, “I’m sorry, but Jace needs me at the club. I’ll take you home first…”

  “No,” Noah said. Then he remembered he wasn’t supposed to make decisions for her any longer. He looked at Ciara and said, “I’m sorry. I’m going back home before I go into the office, though, so I can drop you off.”

  She nodded and looked at Collin. “It’s out of your way. I’ll go with Noah.” She glanced at her brother but when Noah didn’t turn away, she got up on her toes and kissed Collin on the cheek. “Be safe.”

  Collin put his hand on the side of her face, and ignoring Noah, he pulled her in for a kiss on the lips. Noah’s sharp grunt resonated through the living room, but Collin was unfazed. Noah was sleeping with his sister…so screw him.

  Collin got to the club just as the men were filing into the meeting room. He took a seat at the big table that had been handmade for the Skulls by one of their Native American friends, a man named Tse…or “Rock,” as he was called. Collin hadn’t met him yet, but Finn talked highly of him and his family.

  Collin took a seat between Boots and Gaston. Finn and Bubba sat on either side of Jace and Bruiser; Ashkii and Gaston were also in attendance, as well as a handful of other men that Collin was still getting to know. Collin was curious about Streak’s and Vic’s absence. Streak was Jace’s SA and Vic his Road Captain; it was odd they’d hold church without them. Jace looked serious as he addressed the men and said:

  “As most of you know, it’s been about four months now since we agreed as a club to this business deal with the Scorpions. Their main source of income comes from moving guns up from Mexico. In order to avoid the heavy security along the border and other clubs they’ve had problems with in the past, they’ve mapped out a route that comes up through our territory here in Phoenix and ends in Southern California where they unload them. The dues they pay to us are for travel rights only. According to what I was able to find out last night, the Marauders offered to provide security while riding point for a cut of the profits, and Pops accepted. They don’t think they’ll need to pay us as long as they have the Marauders riding by their side.”

  “So they thought we’d just sit back and be okay with that?” Boots asked.

  Jace nodded and went on, “They know as a new club our numbers are still low and a lot of our guys are still green. What we know is that the Marauders have burned all their bridges as far as the cartels dealing with them in Mexico, and thanks to violence and the Feds, their numbers are low too. So, they have this plan to leech onto another club and use that momentum to rebuild their own. They’ve tried it with a few other clubs and they’ve been turned down…until now. To answer your question, Boots, yes…they thought we’d just sit back and take it. So far our presence here has been non-threatening and they’ve taken that as a sign of weakness.”

  “We’re going to show them they’re wrong, boss…right?” Bubba asked.

  “Yeah,” Jace said, “that’s exactly what we’re going to do. It’s in the works as we speak.” Jace didn’t say any more about how they were going to do that. He ended church and told the guys to hang around because there was still work to be done. While they waited, Finn gave Collin more information about the Marauders. The club was founded by a group of felons on the run, guys who used the lines of the border like it was a jump rope. Over the years they collected former members of some of the most dangerous cartels in Mexico and handfuls of ex-military men from both sides of the border who were completely disgruntled and disillusioned by the government, no matter which side they were on. They went strong for about a dozen years, but their penchant for violence had ultimately been their downfall. They were left with only a handful of “soldiers” that weren’t either in jail or dead, and now they were turning their sights on what the Skulls had built.

  The guys shot pool and drank a few beers while they waited and after a few hours Bubba stuck his head inside the club and called out, “They’re back.” Collin felt completely out of the loop because he didn’t know who “they” were, but he followed the other guys outside to where the club’s van and two bikes were pulling up. Streak was on one of the bikes, and Beck on the other. Vic was driving the van and when he stepped out, two of the newest prospects stepped out as well. Beck climbed off her bike and went straight to Jace. They kissed…Collin thought, like no one was watching…and then he watched as Beck smiled and said:

  “Gilberto can’t wait to see you. He might still be in a little pain, though; somehow my boot made contact with his tiny little penis while we were tying them up.”

  Jace smiled at Beck, but his dark eyes appeared even darker as he looked toward the van. He nodded at the prospects and they opened up the back. As they did Vic looked over at Streak and said, “Next time, tape their fucking mouths too, will you?” Streak looked amused. Collin turned his attention toward the noise coming out of the back of the van. At least two men were inside, yelling in a combination of Spanish and English. The one that Collin could see was sitting with his legs crossed in front of him and taped at the ankles. His arms were pulled behind his back and probably secured since he appeared to not be able to move them…and there was a strip of duct tape around his forehead. The duct tape looked like it also wrapped around the head of the man who had his back up against Gilberto’s. Vic shook his head and in a disgusted voice he said, “Imagine listening to that crap for one hundred fucking miles? My head’s about to fucking explode.” Beck smiled again and slapped him on the back and said:

  “Go get a beer, and an aspirin, and quit your pissing and moaning,”

  Once Vic headed inside, Jace walked over to the van. “Hello, Gilberto, long time no see.”

  “Fuck you!”

  Jace smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Last time I saw you, I was still riding as a nomad with the Southside Skulls and you had just been arrested for stabbing an old woma
n in Dorchester.”

  “Bullshit charges,” Gilberto said. Jace didn’t look like he thought so. With no warning, he reached in and grabbed Gilberto by the arm. The Marauder seemed to try to pull out of Jace’s grasp, but Collin could see Jace’s muscle visibly flex as he pulled the man out with that one arm, still attached to the other man. Jace dropped them both down into the dirt and Gilberto went down face first. Collin could see then that the other man was Pops, the president of the Scorpions.

  Gilberto twisted in the dirt like a flounder until the two men were on their sides and then he looked up at Jace, with dirt on his face and blood on his mouth. Without so much arrogance in his voice at that point he said, “What the fuck do you want?”

  Jace’s face turned up then into a slow, almost frighteningly cold smile as he looked down at him. He slipped his hands in his pockets and said, “First, just to show you what it’s like to contend with someone your own size,” Jace said. “If I had gotten to you that day before the cops did…” Gilberto spat at Jace’s boots. A pin could have been heard dropping into the sand before Jace finally moved his foot and wiped the spit off on Gilberto’s shirt. Then as if nothing had happened, he went on, “You know, Gilberto…there’s only been one thing I’ve craved my entire life, and that’s respect.”

  “Respect is earned, puto.” That time Beck kicked him. He cried out as Beck narrowed her pretty blue eyes at him and said:

  “Call my old man a fucking puto again and the next time I use my gun and not my boot.”