by B. B. Hamel
“Fine,” he said. “Balls have descended.”
I looked at Caralee. “What did you do?” I asked, wanting to hear it from her perspective.
She shrugged. “I might have kicked him.”
I cracked up laughing and Spill limped over, frowning. “I might never have kids, you know,” he grunted.
“Sorry,” Caralee said.
“Nobody wants to fuck your ugly ass anyway, Spill,” I said. “Now get the fuck out of here, both of you.”
Spill reluctantly climbed onto his bike, and the two of them headed back toward the clubhouse.
“Come on,” I said to Caralee. “Let’s get inside.”
“Tell me what’s going on first,” she said.
“Inside.” I moved into the house, went to the refrigerator, and grabbed a beer.
She sat down at the kitchen table. “I’m getting sick of these games, Ford,” she said.
“Nobody’s playing games. Those two were here for your protection.”
“Yeah, maybe, but you can’t keep me locked up in here.”
I stood and looked at her. “Why not?”
“Because I’m a person?” she said, exasperated.
“You’re my wife now,” I said, grinning. “I can do whatever I want.”
“Watch it, asshole.”
“Or what?”
“I can kick you like I kicked Spill.”
I laughed. “You wouldn’t dare injure my balls. You’re too fond of them.”
“Not at all.”
“You seemed pretty fond of them last night,” I said, sitting down across from her.
“I don’t know what I was thinking last night,” she said, “but that might have been a mistake.”
“Didn’t feel like a mistake,” I said, grunting. Frankly, the night before was what had kept me moving all day.
“Where did you go?”
I stared at her. “I’ll tell you this once. But if you’re going to stick around, you’re going to have to understand what ‘club business’ means.”
“Which is?”
“It means you don’t ask questions.”
“I never said I wanted to stick around.”
I shrugged. “Whatever you say. Ready to listen?”
“All ears.”
“We ambushed some of the Snakes up north of the city. Ended up capturing one of them.”
“Do you know if they’re after me?”
I nodded. “They are. And I know why.”
“Well?”
I grinned hugely at her. “Come sit on my lap and I’ll tell you.”
She stared at me. “No, Ford. Tell me.”
I moved my chair back. “Come on. Sit in my lap here and I’ll tell you.”
She stood up. “I’m tired of your games. This is my life, you know?”
She went to storm out of the room, but I quickly got up and caught her wrist. “Wait,” I said.
“What?” she snapped.
“I know this isn’t a damn game.”
“Then act like it.”
“You want me to act all fuckin’ depressed all the time? Well, I won’t.”
“I just want you to stop playing around.”
“I’ll do what I like, because I like teasing you. I like making that pussy wet. I like seeing you bite your lip when you’re picturing my big cock between your legs.”
“I don’t do that,” she said, and bit her lip.
It was almost too much. The girl was so damn fucking sexy and she didn’t even realize it.
I grabbed her waist and pulled her against me. “You make me fucking harder than I’ve ever been.”
“Yeah, well,” she mumbled, “that doesn’t seem too difficult.”
“Might not be for you,” I whispered. “That pussy drives me crazy. I keep thinking about making you come over and over, the way you suck my cock, how tight your cunt is. You’re fucking sexy and you barely realize it.”
“What does this have to do with anything?” she whispered.
“You just don’t get it,” I said.
And then I kissed her hard, pressing my mouth against hers, pulling her body tight against mine.
At first I thought she might resist. But quickly she melted into my embrace, kissing me back passionately. Our tongues touched as my hands began to roam her body.
I pulled off her shirt, pressing her back toward the couch. I tossed the shirt away and then unhooked her bra. She let it slip off and I tossed it aside. She began to work at my belt, but I pushed her over onto the couch.
She landed and laughed as I knelt down in front of her, kissing her neck, her breasts. She moaned as I began to slide her shorts off.
Black panties. Soaked through, of course. I pressed my fingers down the front of them, kissing her body, and began to tease her clit. She was willing and ready as always, her cunt fucking soaked. She pretended like she didn’t want it, but her body couldn’t lie.
I saw right through her. I saw the truth. She wanted my cock as much as I wanted to give it to her. But right now, I wanted to soften her up. I quickly tugged her panties down off her body and pressed my mouth against her swollen clit.
“Oh fuck, Ford,” she said. “God, you’re good at that.”
“Only the best for you,” I said as I began to tongue her clit, soft in circles. She wiggled her hips, and I pressed a finger deep inside her pussy, teasing her with it while I licked at her clit.
She pressed her hands against my head as I kept working her, sucking her clit, eating her pussy. I wanted to drive her crazy, to make her come, to make her scream my name. I was starving for her body and had been thinking about it since the second I’d left.
I continued to suck and lick at her clit, my finger fucking her pussy. I reached up with my free hand and teased her nipples as I kept working her.
She began to move her hips faster, and I knew I had her close. I pumped my fingers deeper, pressing more inside her, and continued to lap and suck and lick at her clit, working her pussy. She pressed my head down harder, moaning loudly, completely lost in the moment.
I wanted to make her come, wanted to taste her cum. I kept working her harder, faster, and soon I could feel her beginning to build toward it.
I fucked her faster with my fingers, working her pussy mercilessly.
“Oh my god, Ford,” she moaned. “Ford, keep going. I’m so close.”
I worked her, moving my tongue in circles, sucking and fucking her soaked cunt, my cock hard as fuck in my pants.
“Oh Ford, Ford, Ford,” she said over and over as she came.
I kept working her through the orgasm, tipping her over and pushing her through. Her whole body twitched as she came.
There was nothing I liked more than seeing her come. It was beyond sexy, and I loved the taste of her. Finally, she slowly finished, and I moved back, grinning at her.
“Still got complaints?” I asked.
She shook her head, panting.
“Come here.” I stood up, stepping back. “Kneel.”
She got down on the rug in front of me and unbuckled my belt. She pulled my jeans and my boxer briefs down, not bothering with any foreplay.
She started sucking my cock with wild abandon, her hands on my ass. She wasn’t waiting around. She clearly wanted to get right to it.
“That’s right,” I grunted. “Suck that cock. I want you to swallow my cum.”
She pulled back, jerking me off, not afraid to get it nice and messy. “I want you to come in my mouth, Ford,” she said.
“Fuck girl.” I pushed her head back down, sliding my cock between her lips. “You drive me fucking wild.”
She slurped and sucked at me, working my dick with a hunger that surprised me. Even after last night, it was amazing how she sucked me, went right for my dick, worked the tip, let it slip down her throat.
It felt fucking incredible watching her pretty mouth work my cock. I pressed her head down, grunting as my cock slid into her throat. My whole body was on fire with desire,
and I needed to come in her pretty mouth.
“Keep sucking that dick, Caralee,” I said, groaning. She worked me harder, faster, my cock soaked with her spit, her hand sliding up and down my shaft. “Fuck I want to come down that throat, make you swallow every drop.”
She continued sucking me, her tongue rolling over my tip. I reached down and felt her full breasts as she sucked me. Her body bouncing, her head bobbing, it drove me absolutely fucking wild. I could barely think as pleasure filled my body, my mind stuck only on Caralee and her perfect lips.
I pressed her down and began to thrust into her mouth, fucking her face. She began to moan slightly as I fucked her lips, and that pushed me over the edge.
I could feel the orgasm coming on. I couldn’t believe it, but I was going to come down her throat. She came at me wild and aggressive, and it just drove me absolutely wild inside.
The orgasm exploded through me and I came into her mouth. She continued sucking me, not pausing one bit, taking every drop of my hot cum. She swallowed it all, licking me clean and smiling.
“Fuck, girl,” I said. “God damn. You fucking suck cock like it’s your job.”
She shrugged. “Just returning the favor.”
“Shit.” I sat down on the couch, cock still hard, head buzzing. She curled up next to me. “You’re fucking amazing.”
“Yeah,” she said, “I know.”
I grunted and kissed her. “Now,” I said, “you want to hear what I had to say?”
“Sure,” she said.
I sighed and leaned back, enjoying myself for a moment.
I had Caralee on my arm, my cock had just been sucked, and the taste of her pussy still lingered on my lips. Life didn’t get too much fucking better than that.
“Here’s the deal,” I said. “Rod ripped the Snakes off, tried to sell them fake drugs or something stupid. Now they think you have their drugs.”
“I don’t,” she said.
“I know that. But we have to find those drugs.”
“Or what?”
“Or they won’t leave you alone,” I said. “They haven’t gotten close to you yet because they don’t know where you are exactly. But it’s only a matter of time before they find you, and we need to head that off.”
“What are we supposed to do?”
“Not sure,” I admitted. “The drugs could be anywhere.”
She was silent for a moment. “Well, way to ruin a girl’s orgasm,” she said, laughing.
“Sorry,” I grunted. “You wanted to know.”
“It’s okay.” She kissed my neck. “Tell me what to do.”
I felt my cock stir. “We should find Rod’s place and search it.”
“Okay,” she said. “I know where it is.”
“We’ll have to be careful. They’re probably watching it.”
“You can handle it,” she whispered.
“Yeah,” I said, “I can.”
I kissed her then, and she returned the kiss, deeply, passionately.
I didn’t know what I was doing. This girl was my wife, and I had never wanted to get married. But here I was, letting her suck my cock, imagining how her pussy feels.
How we ended up here, I’d never understand it.
Chapter Twenty-Five: Caralee
My head was a buzzing mess as we got dressed. I didn’t know what came over me, but as soon as he stepped near me, I couldn’t control myself. I was still annoyed with him for leaving like that, and I knew I couldn’t let myself get close.
But we had a job to do. We went outside and got onto his bike.
“His place isn’t far,” I said. “Maybe twenty minutes to the west.”
He nodded. “Just direct me.”
We climbed onto his bike and headed out, blazing through the afternoon sun.
The wind whipped through my hair as I kept thinking about Ford. He was still the cocky asshole that I once knew, but there was something else in him now. Sure, he was older, more dangerous, more serious. But he also looked at me in a way that set my heart pounding, like he needed and wanted and couldn’t stop looking at me. It sent shivers down my spine, like electricity all through my body.
He made me feel good. Sexy, exciting, strong, everything I’d always wanted to feel. He made me feel that way and more.
And yet I was afraid of him and the club. I was constantly worried he was going to leave again, just disappear out of the blue. I understood that we were married, that his claiming me was a big deal, but I wasn’t sure it really mattered in the long term. What did the club care about me?
I was just some girl, just another dumb girl getting sucked up into their violent, dangerous wake.
We rode for a while, and I couldn’t help but think about everything. As soon as we got closer, though, my mind began to drift toward the topic at hand.
Rod lived in a beat-up trailer in the middle of a trailer park. I’d been there once back when he was trying to teach me how to ride. We’d met at his place and then he took me out to an abandoned parking lot half a mile away.
Poor Rod. I couldn’t imagine it was his idea to try to rip off the Snakes. He just didn’t seem like he had that kind of thing in him. He was sweet, maybe a little dumb, but he was nice to me and I liked being around him.
We rode through the park slowly. There weren’t many people around, which seemed a little odd. Then again, I couldn’t remember if there were any the last time, either.
I nudged Ford’s back and pointed. Rod’s trailer was just ahead, looking exactly the way I remembered it.
We pulled up and parked right out front.
“Stay here,” he said.
“No way. You’ll need help looking.”
“It’s dangerous.”
“It’s dangerous out here, too.”
He grunted. “Fine. Stay close.”
He pulled his gun from his jeans and moved up to the door. He knocked twice, got no answer, and then tried the handle. It was locked. He took a half step back and then kicked the door just above the handle. It took him a few tries, but finally the door snapped open, flinging inside.
“Come on,” he said. We walked into the trailer.
I frowned at the space. It had been completely torn apart, just like my apartment.
“I guess they were already here,” he said.
“I guess so.”
The place was an absolute wreck. Trash was strewn about, the covers and padding on the chairs were torn to shreds, dishes and glasses were smashed, and the bedroom was torn to pieces. I picked through it, bit by bit.
“You do the bedroom,” he said. “I’ll stay out here.”
I nodded and went into the back. I began to go through the drawers and storage spaces, but it was just full of Rod’s stuff. All of it junk, crap, garbage, but all that was left of my friend.
I felt a lump in my throat and had to swallow hard against it. I wasn’t going to cry for him, not again. He knew what he was getting himself into, knew that dying was a real possibility. Maybe he never thought it would happen, but it did, and he’d dragged me into this mess.
It was hard to go through his stuff, but I did it anyway. Because I had to. Because Ford was trying hard to protect me, and I needed to help him as best I could.
As I continued shifting through the stuff, I noticed a window on the back wall. I brushed the shade aside slightly and had to quickly stifle a gasp.
Two men stood out there, creeping up along the back. Two men in leather jackets with snake patches on the back.
I quickly backed up and went into the main room.
“Ford,” I whispered.
He looked at me, grinning. “Porno playing cards.” He held up some playing cards with naked ladies on them.
“Ford,” I said again. “Outside.”
He cocked his head at me, but quickly his face got serious. He nodded once, drawing his gun.
He moved to the window and peered out. He gestured for me to get back, and I walked back into the bedroom, watching from the open door.
I watched as he kept looking out the window. He pressed his heavy gun up against the wall and waited for a second.
Then he pulled the trigger. There was a loud boom and a shout from outside.
Ford didn’t wait. He burst out the front door. I couldn’t see what happened, but I heard the gunshots. Fear gripping my chest, I stood up, but I couldn’t make myself leave the trailer. I was so terrified, so horribly terrified. What if Ford was dead? What if I had gotten him killed?
A minute later, Ford came back in through the door.
I ran to him, throwing my arms around him.
“I thought you got hurt,” I said.
“Nah,” he said. “I surprised them.”
“Ford,” I said, pressing my face against his chest.
“It’s okay,” he said softly. “I shouldn’t have brought you.”
He held me that way for a quiet minute, but soon he had to peel me away.
“Come on,” he said. “We have to go before the cops come.”
I nodded. We moved outside the trailer. I didn’t want to look, but I had to see. Two men were lying on the ground, not moving. There was a lot of blood.
“Come on,” he said again, moving me away. We got onto his bike. He started the engine and we pulled off.
I could feel the tension in his body as we drove back toward the clubhouse. I didn’t know what was going to happen, but I knew that we had just survived a trap. They had been waiting for us, ready to ambush us. And the only reason we survived was because I got lucky and saw them, and because Ford was willing to do what he had to do.
This was my life, I realized with terror. This was my life now, running away in fear, unless Ford figured out a way to fix it.
I clung to him tightly, feeling the wind in my hair.
Chapter Twenty-Six: Ford
It was a fucking ambush.
I knew there was a danger of that, but I couldn’t believe we had walked right into it. If it hadn’t been for Caralee, those guys would have gotten the drop on us. I’d be dead, and who knows what they would have done to Caralee.
I was angry at myself beyond belief. I was such a stupid fucking asshole for bringing Caralee with me. She could have easily just told me where the place was. I didn’t need to drag her along. But I did, and I put her directly in the line of danger when all I was trying to do was keep her away from anything harmful.
