by Bijou Hunter
“To see if it makes you hot. How will a virgin like me learn anything if I don’t try?”
“Very true. Should I lick your feet now so I can learn too?”
“If you’re looking to lick something, I have another spot in mind.”
“I have a sensitive gag reflex,” I warn, sitting up, “so be careful.”
“First, you threaten to pee on me, and now claim you might barf on me. You make sexy look effortless.”
Giggling wildly at how I once threatened to pee on him, I never seem to control my brain when Camden’s around. He makes me blurt out stupid stuff left and right.
“Sorry for the visual, but the warning is real.”
Camden strokes my hair, wrapping it gently in his hand. “You lead. I’ll sit back and enjoy.”
“What if I mess up?” I ask, wrapping my hands around his resting cock. “I’m afraid I might bite it.”
“I’m afraid of that too, but we’ll figure it out.”
Looking up at him, I smile and run my tongue across my teeth. “You’re a very patient teacher. I imagine learning many things from you even if you were so very recently a virgin.”
Camden looks ready to spout another line of sexy bullshit. Then I cautiously lick the head of his dick, and no sound comes out of his mouth. He’s stunned into silence, relieving me of my cheer section.
I’m terrified of injuring him. All of my life I’ve heard men are sensitive in the crotch-region. I don’t know anything otherwise about their franks and beans. The closest I got to touching one before Camden was while changing Keanu’s diapers. I’m ill-equipped for performing a blowjob, and I consider backing out.
Camden’s dick hardens in my hands, giving me confidence. It likes me, and I could learn to like it too. We could be the best of friends if I can just get over my fear. I tentatively lick the head and then the base. I even kiss his balls, but I have no rhythm.
“I’m sorry,” I say, blushing beet red.
“You’re fascinating to watch.”
“I’m taking that as a compliment.”
“I’ve never enjoyed a blowjob more than this one.”
“I thought you were a virgin.”
Camden smirks. “Oh, yeah, well, I think even if I wasn’t, this is still the best.”
“You just don’t want me to stop.”
“Stop or don’t. Either way, you and I aren’t done playing undressed, Miss Bourbon.”
“Well, all right then.”
I return to licking his now thick, angry-looking cock. At the head is a drip of cum, and I lick it off. When the taste doesn’t kill me, I lick the drop taking the first one’s place. Knowing I’m too inexperienced, and his dick is too big for me to work the entire thing into submission, I focus only on the manageable mushroom shaped head.
Every drop of cum is a reward. I want to make him feel as good as he did me. His cock throbs in my hand as I suck steadily at the head. When I feel overwhelmed, I graze the slit with the tip of my tongue. Camden moans, encouraging me. I suck again and close my eyes.
The world falls away, and I’m alone in the blissful abyss with my addictive Viking. He’s weak from my touch, moaning louder as I take him closer to the edge.
I need everything he can give me. Camden is my one shot at amazing in my otherwise average life. He deserves to lose his mind even if only for a moment. I want to be the woman to make him forget all the others. Maybe a blowjob can’t make them disappear, but I don’t care about reality right now. My only goal in life now is to have him come hard with my name on his lips.
Nineteen - Camden
Daisy is the picture of delicate beauty as I move inside her body. Her face reveals her every emotion. Waves of pleasures compel her eyes to close and her lips to part so perfectly. I’m addicted to how her body responds to my touch.
I’ve never been a man interested in cherry popping. There’s too much pressure for me to wrangle a woman’s feelings. Daisy’s virginity is a double-edged sword. While I don’t want another man to know her body, I’m also wary of pushing her too far.
Once her body is hot and wet, Daisy meets my hunger with her increasingly confident one. Our bodies find a rhythm, learning to work together to find pleasure.
When she shows off her oral skills, I mentally laugh at my stupidity. Daisy is a grown woman and perfectly capable of telling me what she wants. More than once, she warns of her gag reflex even while she sucks me off like an enthusiastic pro.
“You’re mine,” I tell her when she straddles me. “I waited a long time for you, and I don’t plan to give you up.”
“Okay.”
“This isn’t sex talk. I’m serious about keeping you.”
“You do that,” she says, rubbing her wet pussy against my soft cock.
Watching her experiment with our bodies, I realize the best part of her inexperience. Everything she does is new. Her second time will be her first, second time, and I’ll be right here to witness her reactions. The first time she sucked off for a guy, I was the one to enjoy her proud expression. Daisy isn’t jaded by sex. Her new experiences wash away all of my past sexual deeds. I start over with Daisy and never see anyone else.
The next day, I relish in my well-fucked bliss until I run into my brother. My mood immediately sours when he mentions the pizza place and how Howler’s already named the future strip club.
“Ain’t happening.”
“Mom can’t veto club business,” Dayton says, sitting next to me at the restaurant counter. “She knows that so she whined to us.”
“I’m telling her that you said she whines.”
Dayton grins. “She knows I talk shit about everyone. I got that rumor-spreading bullshit from the Hallstead side of the family. If she doesn’t like it, she ought to look in the mirror.”
“I don’t want another strip club in Hickory Creek. We already have too many fucking bail bonds and gold for cash places. A new no-credit loan place opened up across the street from Daisy’s work. As if we don’t have enough low-class businesses in Hickory Creek, Howler wants to add a strip club.”
Shrugging, Dayton steals one of my fries. “He wants to make money that’s going to Common Bend and the Reapers.”
“We need to decide if Hickory Creek will be a low-rent Common Bend shithole with meth heads and whores on every corner. Or do we want to aim higher like in White Horse where they court real family businesses and bring in a better class of people.”
“You’re a low-class fuck. Does that mean you plan to move out so a fancy fuck can take your place in Hickory Creek?”
“You know I’m right.”
“I know a lot of things, but I ain’t sharing jack-shit with you, brother.”
“What’s up your ass?” I ask when I realize he’s serious.
Dayton turns and glares hard at me. I’d be intimidated if I hadn’t seen him shit his pants when we were kids.
“Dad hasn’t retired, yet you’re already walking around as if you’re club president. You don’t discuss with Dad or Howler what Mom wants. You just tell them what she wants like she’s running the club.”
“Is this Dad talking?” I ask, flicking a ketchup covered fry at my pissed brother. “This sounds like him bitching about Hallsteads influencing his business. We’ve been hearing him gripe since we were kids.”
“He isn’t wrong.”
Turning on the stool to face Dayton, I say, “The Brotherhood is protected because the sheriff, our aunt I might remind you, says so. She covers our asses. That’s Hallstead power. Our other aunt is the mayor, and she watches for state pressure to mess with our businesses. Hallstead blood watches out for the club. We’re Hallsteads. Howler is too. Dad doesn’t like them pissing in our playground, but he’s the one who invited them to drop their pants long ago. Now he’s whining about their leaky bladders.”
“What’s with all your piss talk?”
I think about how Daisy needs to pee after every ride on Shasta. The girl’s bladder is the size of a peanut, and any j
iggling makes her do the potty dance.
No way will I share this info with Dayton. If I’d kept my mouth shut months ago, Daisy’s confidence would be stronger, and I’d have claimed her earlier.
“Do you not want me to be president?” I ask Dayton, ignoring his question.
“Why does everyone assume it should be you?”
“Who else would it be?”
“Uh, me, assfuck.”
I frown at him, wondering if I missed a conversation at some point where he expressed his desire to lead.
“Since when do you give a shit about leading the club?”
“Since always.”
“You lie like a fucking twat.”
“Fine. I’ve gotten to thinking about it recently.”
“Why?”
“Why not?”
Shrugging, I never once imagined Dayton taking the Brotherhood president role. In the right mood, the guy can get mean as fuck, but he never once showed interest in calling the lead.
“Well then when the time comes, throw in your hat for the job and see what happens.”
“I will.”
“Good for you, monkey shit.”
Dayton smirks. “You’ve got toilets on the brain.”
“Probably. I had breakfast at IHOP with Daisy, and the place was crawling with stink machines. I can still smell them. Might need to shower to wash it off.”
“Family life is disgusting.”
“Good thing Mom and Dad didn’t think that, idiot.”
“You’re the idiot.”
“How do you figure?”
Dayton stands up and shrugs. “I don’t know. I just always thought you were stupid. Never could put my finger on why.”
“Don’t you want to stick around and eat?”
“With you? No. I’m avoiding people who piss me off.”
“Then you’re doing a shitty job since you walked over to me.”
“Yeah, yeah. See you tonight at the chili cook-off.”
“I’m bringing Daisy so be on your best behavior.”
My brother rolls his eyes, slaps a few bucks on the counter for his coffee, and walks out of the diner. I watch him go and wonder if I should be concerned about him having my back. While Dayton isn’t the type of man to kill his brother, I can imagine a few scenarios where he'd at least wound me.
Twenty - Camden
Daisy’s gone to Salty Peanuts plenty of times over the years, but this is her first visit as my woman to the club bar. She gnaws wildly on her gum until I finally have her spit it out. When she begins chewing on her bottom lip, I kiss her, so my tongue can distract her.
My kiss leaves Daisy rosy-cheeked as we walk into the bar. She’s thinking of my lips rather than the club or chili. I do notice her interest piques once the aroma of slow-cooked beans finds us.
“My girl loves chili.”
“Love is a strong word,” she mutters. “Chili and I are just friends.”
“Glad to hear it,” I say, possessively wrapping an arm around her shoulders. “I’d hate to get jealous and throw down with a bowl of chili.”
Daisy laughs, and her jitters disappear. She’s suddenly okay, and I feel like a king for calming her.
Around us, my beloved redneck bar is filled with club members and their women. The older guys have old ladies. The younger guys bring current bed partners. I’m the only younger guy with an actual girlfriend. As usual, I’m ahead of the curve.
My dad and brother stand near the bar with Uncle Jude and a few men I don’t recognize. Grabbing two bowls of chili, I hand one to Daisy as we remain away from the others. She takes a few bites and then drinks an entire glass of water to deal with the heat. I finish my bowl quickly and promise to find her a milder chili.
I hear Mojo call my name and know our private time is over. Sighing, I tell Daisy over the loud music, “Let’s meet the family and make the formal introductions.”
“Do I have to be friendly?”
“No. Do the shy thing so people won’t want to talk to us. I’m not searching for meaningful chats this evening.”
Daisy grins at how her anti-social ways are helpful for once. I take her delicate hand in my rough one and walk to the bar.
“Look at who honors us with his appearance,” Mojo says, shaking his head as if I’m a shit for not being the first guy at the bar.
“Hey, Dad, where’s your latest floozy?”
Dayton rolls his eyes at my comment, but Mojo is unfazed. “She’s in the bathroom, making herself pretty.”
“You know Daisy Crest,” I casually announce as if my bringing a woman here is no big deal.
“How’s your mom?” Mojo asks, and I pray he hasn’t nailed Sally Slater.
“She’s fine. Thanks.”
“Good looking women run in your family.”
“I know,” Daisy says, and I smile at how her tension makes her snippy. She’s so fucking sexy in a bitchy mood. “Thank you.”
“Do you like chili?” Dayton asks Daisy, and I frown at my brother’s friendliness.
“Yes. Do you?”
“Fuck yes.”
“Harmony doesn’t,” Daisy says, arching an eyebrow and obviously challenging Dayton, who has spent years sniffing around the Lush Gardens Trailer Park in pursuit of one particular blonde.
“Don’t care,” Dayton says, taking a swig of beer. “Hey, bro, guess who this fella is.”
I look at the man standing with Jude. Tall, blond, and lanky, he’s got a familiar vibe, but I don’t recognize him.
“Who?”
“This is my son, Jude Junior,” Howler declares while throwing his arm around the grinning man’s neck.
My uncle looks like a fucking loon, but everyone except me pretends to be thrilled with his ridiculous news. Jude acts as if he doesn’t have an illegitimate son living in the same condo complex as Dayton and me. Hell, he probably has a dozen illegitimate kids around Tennessee. What in the fuck is so great about this guy?
When I say nothing, Howler asks, “Worried about the competition?”
My temper gets the better of me. I always have trouble thinking of Bonn and Jude without getting riled up. While I ought to behave for Daisy’s sake, I can’t keep my damn mouth shut.
“You’re fucking kidding. I’ve got three inches and probably fifty pounds on him. I’m a helluva lot prettier too.”
The guy laughs, but he’s full of shit. “I’m JJ. I guess, we’re cousins. Don’t see much of a resemblance.”
I only frown at my father who shrugs. I’m wondering who JJ’s thug friends are when I catch one of them looking at Daisy.
“If you get tired of this sissy, you give me a call,” the dark-haired freak says before giving Daisy a wink.
Not a thought crosses my mind before my hands reach for the fucker. My reaction is primal, kill the interloper, caveman shit. Nothing matters beyond him looking at my woman.
The first punch knocks him back. The second sends him against a stool. Taking hold of his hair, I repeatedly slam his face against the bar top.
Smelling the blood in the air, I also hear the shocked hollering of the men around me. Their hands dig into my arms, pulling me away from my victim. Shoving them off, I won’t be denied. I want this piece of shit dead so he can never look at Daisy again.
After too many men put all their efforts into yanking me back, I’m pried from the asshole’s limp body. I still struggle against my club brothers, but they’re too strong, and I’m soon pinned to the wall.
“Calm the fuck down, boy!” Mojo yells and then lowers his voice to add, “You did what needed to be done, but now you need to show you aren’t a loose cannon. Bring it down, son.”
My struggles ease until I go slack in their grip. I glance between my father’s face and Dayton restraining my right shoulder. He stares at me in horror, of course, but I don’t care about his opinion.
Daisy stands off to the side with a few of the old ladies. Unlike the enraged men shocked by my behavior, the women laugh at the violence. The
y’ve learned to dismiss our aggressive natures. It’s a joke to them because if they treated the violence as a real problem, they’d need to worry about their men never coming home.
“Let me up,” I tell my father. “I want to check on Daisy.”
“She’s fine. The women will keep her busy.”
“If you killed Liam, we could have a problem,” Dayton says, stating the obvious.
“The guy came at me, and I defended myself. Problem fucking solved.”
Mojo smiles at my answer, but Dayton continues to eyeball me.
“I’ll check on the asshole. You stay here,” Mojo says, patting my shoulder.
When Mojo walks over to Howler and the other guys, I notice a few of the club brothers smirking. They don’t care about an out-of-town fucker. I’m family while this Liam idiot isn’t. Mojo still needs to pretend for Howler’s sake.
Dayton punches my shoulder to get my attention. “You need to see a doctor about whatever the fuck has gone wrong with your fat head, brother.”
“Why are you crying over some bitch making eyes at my woman?”
“Now she’s your woman?” Dayton asks, looking horrified. “You’ve been dating for a week.”
“A man knows.”
“Now you’re a man? You’ve acted like a childish fuck for your entire life.”
“I still don’t know what you’re whining about.”
Dayton leans in closer until I can smell the chili on his breath. “I know you, and this isn’t you. You’re laid-back about chicks. You think before you fucking act. Now you’re losing your shit when you ought to be thinking about the bigger picture.”
“What picture is that?”
Dayton leans in closer, forcing me to stare into a duplicate of my face. Even after all these years, I find myself shocked by how much we look alike. No facial scars or opposing cowlicks to tell us apart.
“Howler is acting like he’s found his long lost son. Doesn’t that bother you in the least?”
“Sure, but he’s idiot.”
“Mojo and Howler built the Brotherhood together. The only reason our father is the president is that he married a Hallstead. Howler has as much claim to the club as Mojo does. That makes JJ an heir to the club, just like you and me. That asshole isn’t showing up now for shits and giggles.”
