RENEGADE FIRE

by Jaxson Kidman

  We just sat there, the motorcycle rumbling.

  Gage turned his head and looked at me.

  I felt tears in my eyes.

  “We’re not done yet,” he yelled out and then started to move.

  I wasn’t sure how much I could take. I hated when memories flooded my body. It was bad enough to watch Grammie slip away, but to come to the house I once called home…

  Gage pulled around the side and pulled into the driveway. That’s where he shut the motorcycle off for good. He told me to climb off.

  When he got off, I grabbed his leather cut. “What are we doing here? Isn’t this illegal?”

  “The town owns it,” he said. “It’s a shutdown property, Willow. I know every cop in this town. I know every banker. Every judge. Everyone that could serve on a jury. You think for a second someone would come out here and break my balls? They won’t. Now take a deep fucking breath and hold my goddamn hand.”

  Gage took the helmet off my head and fixed my hair. All I wanted to do was kiss him and kick him in the balls. But I let him hold my hand instead.

  We walked to the fence and opened it. We walked up the back sidewalk toward the steps. I remembered the day Gage scared me with firecrackers and I peed myself. I was too old to play with dolls and Gage made me wet my pants. That was one of the worst moments of my life.

  Gage put a foot on the back step and stopped us. “I came here the other day and cleaned it all up back here. I tried to preserve something that matters, babe.”

  “You cleaned?” I asked. “For me?”

  Gage looked at me. “I scrubbed the fuck out of the back porch. You could eat off it.”

  “Why?”

  Gage stared at the back door. The moon hit his face and he grabbed the black railing with his right hand tight. “Look at it. This is us, Willow. Or it was us. It still is, I guess. It defined us. You and me together.”

  “I don’t think we were ever really together.”

  Gage glanced over at me. “You saved me, Willow. More than you’ll ever know.”

  “Saved you? How?”

  “You never fought back at me. You never bailed on me. You were always there, no matter what I did. Like you were trying to break me down. And in some ways you did.”

  My mouth went dry. I felt like I had a mouthful of peanut butter. I fought to talk. “I… Grammie told me to be nice. Thank her, not me.”

  Gage took my right hand with his left hand. “It was all I knew. To be mean. It’s what my parents gave me. It’s what they showed me. They’d fight, make up, fight, make up. I thought that’s how it worked. And every time I saw you, it did stuff to me. It made me feel things. Okay? And back at the bar… I was afraid to lose you. I couldn’t take the pain of falling and losing you. So I kept you away. I kept you right where I wanted you.”

  “That’s why you were mean to me?”

  “Yes,” Gage said. “It’s sounds ridiculous now that we’re older. But back then you were the only reason I had to wake up and give a shit. You were the reason I bolted out the front door. You think it was coincidence that I was on the front porch every day when you came outside to walk to school?”

  My heart fluttered. Gage was always on the porch. And he always walked to school with me. Unless he met up with friends, then he’d leave me hanging or pick on me.

  “Look, Willow, I can never go back and undo things. And I probably wouldn’t. Because it brought us to here. Now if I’ve fucked up your life and set you on a path of bad shit, that I can’t live with. So that’s why I’m doing this. To fix that and make sure you’re on a path that ends with you happy.”

  “Gage, I’ve been pretty happy since coming here,” I admitted. “I’m terrified of what’s going to happen with Grammie. Me and Deb have to make a big decision soon. But you’ve kept it okay. You’ve made it worth it. You’ve comforted me. You’ve pleasured me. You’ve loved me, Gage. Whether you’ll admit it…”

  Gage turned and put his other hand to my back. He pulled me close again. He stared down at me, his lip curled.

  “Love you?” he asked, almost growling. “Is that what you think this is?”

  My bottom lip quivered. “Gage… I… I love you. I’ve always loved you. I’ve always worried about you. I’ve always wanted you and me to save each other.”

  He nodded. “Good. Because that’s what we’re going to do. Trust me, Willow, I love you just the same. But you need to understand what I do for a living.”

  “Which is what?” I asked.

  “Before I came to get you, we had a guy tied to a chair. I broke his jaw. And the others were going to probably take care of him.”

  I shivered. “So my life is going to be waiting for you to get caught?”

  “No. Your life is to find happiness because you deserve it. Wherever that happiness is, go get it.”

  “Gage, I’m looking at it.”

  “You just like my dick.”

  “I love your dick,” I said. “I love you. I love that one street and one town shaped us into this.”

  I moved in for a kiss.

  Gage pulled away.

  He broke away from me.

  “What are you doing?” I asked.

  “This is all or nothing for me, babe. I’m not going in halfway.”

  “And what does that mean?”

  Gage reached back into his pocket. For a split second I pictured him pulling out a diamond ring and asking me to marry him. No fucking way in hell that could happen.

  It wasn’t a diamond ring though.

  It was a gum ball wrapped up in paper.

  Gage held it up and grinned at me. “This is your chance.”

  “To do what?” I asked.

  “Chew this gum and stick it in my hair.”

  I laughed. So hard.

  This was Gage’s idea of settling things between us?

  He held the gum ball out and nodded. “Do it, Willow.”

  I smacked his hand and shook my head. “No, Gage, I don’t want to put gum in your hair.”

  “Then what do you want?”

  I swallowed hard. “My first real fantasy to come true.”

  “Which is…?”

  I felt my face burning hot. “I want you… to take me right here on the back porch of my house…”

  chapter twenty-nine

  (gage)

  *NOW*

  I slowly opened her pants, walking her up the steps. Our tongues touched, played, pulled away, repeated the same move over and over again. When she was on the porch, I shoved both of my hands down the sides of her pants and panties. There wasn’t time to fuck with here. We were burning for each other and nothing was going to stop this moment.

  You think Willow was the only one who had this fantasy? You know how many times I had spent alone in the shower thinking about me walking across the street to find her alone, in need of me. Shit, that’s what made me go wild with her. I didn’t want to throw firecrackers at her years ago. I wanted to do stuff to her.

  Now I had the chance.

  I stripped her pants and panties down to her knees. It was up to her then to wiggle her way out of them the rest of the way. She did so, leaving her shoes on. Goddammit, white shoes, pink socks, and nothing but bare skin all the way up to where her shirt ended.

  I ran my hands up her legs, my left hand moving around to cup her ass, my right hand cutting between her legs. I felt the burning heat coming off her slit a second before my fingers touched. She was dripping wet, my fingers soaked before I even entered her.

  My tongue tasted the sweetness of her neck as I thrust two fingers into her. I loved the way she grabbed my arms and shuddered at that first impact. I could live with that for the rest of my life.

  I plunged deep into her and started to make circles.

  I kissed from her neck to her mouth. I devoured her.

  Willow scratched her way up to my face and peeled our lips and tongues apart.

  “What is
it?” I whispered.

  Her lips were puffy and red from kissing so hard.

  Fuck, I’ve waited so long…

  “Taste me,” she groaned. “Right here, Gage. Taste me. Take me.”

  I slowly eased my fingers out of her pussy. Our eyes locked. A desperate look on her face. Her knees bent and she bucked her hips at me, moaning. I brought my middle finger up to her tender clit and pressed hard.

  Willow’s mouth opened and she let out a long sigh. Her eyes slowly shut and her head fell back. I bit at her neck, playfully, and dug my finger even harder at her clit. I twisted and she jumped back, but my other hand was there to keep her from getting away.

  “Fuck,” she groaned. “Right there… I’m…”

  I took my hand away from her. I stepped back and went down one step. I took off my leather cut and tossed it to the porch and then pulled Willow down to her ass. Right on my leather cut. If anyone in the MC saw this move, I’d get shit for it big time.

  I slid my hands along the back of her legs and lifted her legs over my shoulders. Her hands slapped the porch and she stared down at me, her face in disbelief.

  We stared at each other for a second before I demanded to taste her.

  My tongue flickered against her wet folds. I stole all her honey and then quickly went for more. I put my mouth over her slit. My tongue thrust forward and entered her. I made circles as she started to thrust at me. My hands cupped under her ass and lifted her up. I wrote Willow a love letter with my tongue, from her clit all the way down her pussy, thrusting inside her, pulling out, and doing it over again.

  My fingers had her on the edge but my tongue sent her over.

  As my tongue curled over her clit and that was all her body could take.

  “I’m…”

  She managed to say one word before her hips started to buck against my mouth. I engulfed her sweet flower and tasted her. I dug my fingers into her ass and kept her grinding against my tongue. When she lifted up, my tongue slid down. When she forced herself down I thrust my tongue up.

  “Oh, fuck, fuck,” Willow groaned. “Fuck, Gage… I fucking love you…”

  It wasn't the first time a woman told me she loved me while I was pleasuring her. But it was nice to hear it from Willow.

  I brought my hands to her hips and put her ass down on my leather cut. I took my mouth from her sweet center and I climbed up to the porch on my knees. I grabbed my zipper and tore it down. I reached into my jeans and boxers and wrestled my cock free.

  I grabbed Willow’s left hand and put it to my cock.

  “Feel what you fucking do to me, babe,” I said.

  I leaned forward, over Willow, staring down at her. Her small hand tried to grip my cock but she couldn’t fit. Just the way I liked it.

  She bit her lip as her fingers scaled up and back down my shaft. She rubbed the palm of her hand to the bottom of my shaft.

  Her hand then curled around the head of my dick and she pushed down. I touched her warm slit, my tip rubbing against her clit.

  “Oh, fuck,” she groaned as she lined me up to her.

  I brought my body down to hers and let our noses touch.

  A second later I thrust forward, burying my thick cock inside her.

  She let out a scream, curled forward, and bit at my ear.

  My mouth touched her ear and I whispered one thing to her.

  “I love you, Willow…”

  I pulled out of her and grabbed her waist. I turned her around like she was a toy to me. My fingers dug at her hip bone and I pulled her up to her knees. The bottom of my cock slid along her beautiful ass, but that’s not what I wanted. I pushed her forward and my cock pointed right at her. Her slit was soaked, her folds curled open for me. I swore I could see her puckering for me, begging for more.

  I eased her back against my cock, feeling her pussy sheath me tight. I was seconds away from blowing my load inside her. That’s why I hurried to change positions. I needed a two second breather. That’s what Willow did to me. She fucked with my head. She fucked with my heart. She fucked with my balls.

  As I sank deep into her again, I felt a tightening surge and knew there was no stopping it. So I hurried to speed up, fucking her on her back porch. A fantasy come to life for both of us. Shit, we’d been in love with each other for years. Face it. That was just the reality of it all.

  And now I had her.

  My hands holding her perfect ass tight. Pumping her forward and back. Watching the way her labia clung to my shaft, leaving me glistening with her sweet juices. All I could smell was her beautiful scent as it rose up and hammered at my nose like a prized fighter.

  I was losing myself second by second.

  I fucked harder and faster, feeling myself reaching climax.

  I then stopped and leaned back a little, giving Willow free range to fuck herself with my cock. And that’s what did it for me. The way she bucked back, so hard, her body smacking against mine. Feeling the burning depths of her womb. The way she kept whimpering and groaning.

  When I felt the cum right at the tip of my cock, I gave her one last fuck forward and then put my left hand to the porch. My right hand went around her body, grabbing her tits. My cock exploding, pouring my cum all over the inside of her body. I buried my face into her hair and growled each time my cock pulsed. I couldn’t control myself. I felt feral, a mad man ready to strike again. The surge through my body and heart was nothing I’d ever felt before.

  I kept fucking her, pressing my body harder against hers, wanting to go deeper. Our bodies bounced and collided for what felt like hours as my cock continued to pour. Slowly, I started to pull out and thrust forward again. I loved the way her walls pulled against me.

  I put both hands to Willow’s chest and pulled at her, bringing her up to her knees. With my cock still inside her we were both on our knees, her back resting against my cock. My cock throbbed the same as her pussy did. We were connected in so many ways.

  My lips flirted with her ear as I gently kissed her. “I bet it was worth getting picked on now, huh?”

  Willow reached back and touched my cheek. “Totally.”

  She turned her head and we started to kiss.

  My cock was already looking for another wild round with her. I just wanted to get her inside and in a bedroom so I could properly fuck her all night.

  She clawed at the back of my head as we kissed harder.

  My left hand cut under her shirt and moved under her bra. I felt the warmth of her breast, the hardness of her nipple. My tongue and teeth were hungry for her. I wanted to hear her scream for me as I tugged on her nipple.

  I broke the kiss and let out a growl. “We have to get out of here. There’s never a reason to come back, right?”

  “Never,” she whispered to me.

  “We only go forward.”

  “Yes, Gage. Forward.”

  “Do you forgive me for all the hell I put you through?”

  “Not a chance,” she said with a grin. “But you can definitely try to make it up to me.”

  “Deal.”

  We started to kiss again and her phone started to beep.

  “Shit,” she said without lips touching.

  “What?”

  “It’s Deb. I have to take that.”

  “Fuck it,” I said. “She’s fine.”

  “Gage…”

  I grinned and slid my hand down to the porch and grabbed her phone out of her jeans. I backed away from her and tucked my dick away.

  The second Willow took the call I knew something was very wrong. First off, I could hear Deb’s voice through the phone, screaming. Second, Willow fell to her right, scrambling to grab her pants and panties. I took control of that and feared what she was about to tell me.

  The truth? It was something I never expected.

  “I’ll be right there!” Willow yelled.

  She ended the call and looked back at me, still naked from the waist down.


  “What is it?” I asked.

  She was shaking. “Grammie…”

  “No…”

  “Gage… she’s missing…”

  chapter thirty

  (willow)

  *NOW*

  I jumped off the motorcycle before Gage had it stopped. I saw two police cars and three officers on the porch. Deb stood there, hugging herself, crying her eyes out. I wasn’t sure what my reaction should have been. Part of me wanted to hug her and tell her it was going to be okay. But the other part wanted to slap her.

  How the fuck did Grammie get out of the house? Where the fuck was Deb? How the fuck could this happen?

  I ran up the steps and an officer put his hand out. I grabbed his hand and twisted it, throwing it out of the way.

  “Hey!” he growled.

  I saw the officer grabbing for me but a split second later Gage was there. He walked the officer away, saying something. I figured Gage was going to get arrested but the officer backed down. That’s how much power Gage had in town.

  “Deb!” I cried out.

  She threw her arms around me. “I’m so sorry! This is my fault!”

  “What happened?” I asked.

  Deb put me at arm’s length. “The coffee must have kept her awake. I’ll never forgive myself.”

  “How did she get out?” I asked.

  “I was on the deck. I was crying, okay? Oh, Willow, she was in her bed. Asleep! I was outside for two minutes…”

  “She went through the front door?”

  Deb nodded. “She unlocked it and just walked out.”

  I felt like someone had punched me in the gut. I wasn’t mad at Deb as much as I was mad at myself. How many times had I been out back with Gage? Talking. Fooling around. Shit, even being upstairs. This could have happened at any time.

  “I’m so sorry!” Deb cried.

  “No,” I said. “This isn’t your fault.” I turned to the officer. “What are you doing here?”