Another One Bites the Dust

by Lani Lynn Vale

  Once the comment left his mouth, he turned and headed back into the house. Max lifted up his left leg, and then kick started the motor. The bike roared to life, and a shot of adrenaline poured through my veins.

  I felt almost euphoric every time I got on the back of his bike with him. Riding my scooter makes me happy, but absolutely nothing compares to riding behind Max. Snuggling close to his back and wrapping my arms around his waist only makes it ten times more enjoyable.

  We rode to the outskirts of Kilgore. My Pepaw and Nanny lived on the county line of Gregg County and Rusk County in a log cabin that was on thirty acres of land. The front of their house over looked a pond that housed large mouthed bass and perch. Wide pine trees covered the front of the property so you couldn’t see their house from the road.

  I have so many memories here. When I was growing up, I would spend summers here. When I was finally eighteen and graduated, this is where I moved to, it is my safe haven. Not to mention my Pepaw is a Vietnam vet. He taught me to do things that normal little girls wouldn’t even dream about doing. My dad refers to them as the ‘crazy loons’ across the way, but he loves them despite their faults.

  We pulled into their driveway just as the sun was setting. My Pepaw sat on the front porch, rocking back and forth very slowly. Max stepped off, and then helped me to my feet. We took our helmets off and laid them down on the seat before turning and facing my Pepaw who was now standing and watching Max with narrowed eyes. He started to take a step forward when I stopped his advance.

  “Pepaw, can you take down your trap for a little while. Max doesn’t know where to step, and I don’t want to make any trips to the hospital today.” I said in a sugary sweet voice.

  The trap in question was an electrical fence of sorts, only on steroids. If you stepped on the wrong stepping-stone, you’d have 120 volts of electricity shoot through your body; starting in your foot.

  “The last time you said that, you brought some jackass here who got you beat up. This jackass going to do the same thing to my Tinkerbelle, too?” He grumped from the front porch.

  I forgot to mention he’s a little loony, but he’s the sweetest man you’ll ever meet if you get into his good graces. “Now, Pepaw, I’ve learned from my mistakes. I love this man; when have you ever heard me say that before, huh?”

  “You love me?” Max said surprised.

  “Of course, I love you, Max. Why do you think I’m introducing you into all of this craziness? If I didn’t have faith that you wouldn’t drop me like a hot potato, I would have never even entertained the thought!”

  “Alright, boy. You have five minutes to convince me. Tink, go into the house with your Nanny.” Pepaw said.

  I spent the next hour on pins and needles. I’d given it five minutes, and then went out to find them, but they were both gone. Since one didn’t just go off walking on Pepaw’s land and survive, I stayed put and waited for them. They showed fifty-seven minutes and thirty-seven seconds later laughing and carrying on. Nanny refrained from saying “I told you so,” but just barely. My breath whooshed out of me in a sudden burst of wind, and I took a running jump off the porch and launched myself into Max’s arms.

  He caught me easily, and whirled me around, settling me on his back like a five year old. I stayed though, because now I knew this was official. If he could handle Pepaw, he could handle anything I threw at him from now until I died. He was mine, just as I was his, and I was ecstatic.

  The ride home that night was a silent, cold, and wet one. The bottom fell out once we hit Highway 42, and I about froze my ass off. Texas weather was beyond unpredictable. Normally the weather was cool, yet not so cool that you needed a jacket. Tonight was different, it was a frigid twenty-eight, and it was bleepin’ raining. There was nothing we could do, so we just endured. If you didn’t ride in the rain, Max said, then you didn’t ride. He wasn’t even the least bit sorry, and as soon as we pulled up into the driveway and he opened the front door, I was stripping my frozen clothes from my body and making a mad dash for the shower.

  There was only one thing that would fix this, and that was hot water. Max followed a few minutes later after letting Alpha out to use the bathroom. The shower door clicked open, and I tensed with anticipation. I wanted his body against me in the worst way.

  Despite being colder than the North Pole while riding back, I still had my core resting up against his back. What they say is true; it feels like a huge vibrator. The bike does more for me in a twenty-minute ride then my own hand does in the same amount of time. His casted arm went to the glass above my head, and he leaned into the water, letting it soak both of us.

  Max's hand ran down my body. Slowly. Seductively. My nipples pebbled as his fingertip ran over the very edge of my areola.

  The brief tease made me ache for him to take my entire nipple into the heat of his mouth. I arched my back as his hand skimmed lower. His hand went down my rib cage, over my rounded tummy that would do a Buddha proud, and finally stopping to cup my sex.

  His fingers didn't stray from my lips, even though I longed for him to slip one of his long thick fingers inside me. My breath was coming out in hard pants, and I moaned in frustration. The man only had to touch me and I was putty in his skillful hands.

  "I need you inside me.” I demanded.

  "Not yet." He ordered, "Put your mouth on me."

  Turning around, I pressed my lips to his right nipple and sucked. "Here?"

  "Oh, Fuck. That's not where I meant, but it feels fucking awesome." he said while pulling my mouth towards his other nipple.

  I took his tiny bud into my mouth and sucked hard, exactly how I liked it, and he groaned above me.

  “I want your mouth on my cock.” He pleaded.

  Taking pity, I dropped to my knees, and studied him. His cock was throbbing with each pound of his heart. I ran my tongue up the vein that ran along the underside of his penis from base to tip. Cupping his balls in my hand, I gently massaged them as I took the head of his cock into my mouth.

  Sucking lightly, I let it pop from my mouth, and then took him as far as my mouth would allow. His hand found my hair, and started guiding my movements. This didn’t last long though, because shortly he was pulling me off his shaft by the hair, and hauling me to my feet.

  His mouth met mine, and our lips met in a furious kiss that set fire to my body all over again. Since this was such an awkward position for him due to my size, he lifted me up with his good hand under my butt and leaned us both against the shower stall. The water was pouring down his back, and running down the valley between my breasts.

  He watched the water for a second before leaning back some, allowing me to see his penis that was wedged between us. “Help me out, Bubbles.”

  I didn’t do what he asked. Instead, I rotated my hips back and forth, running the head of his cock along the length of my core. I was working myself up to a great orgasm when suddenly Max got impatient and changed arms. Now I was sitting on his casted arm, and his other hand went between us and guided himself home.

  I wasn’t expecting the change in position, so when I found myself full of him, I screamed. Whether it was from the suddenness, the fact that he filled me up to the point of pain, or the sheer ecstasy I felt at having him inside me, I don’t know. My body responded to him, and he could feel how wet and ready I was for him. He stopped once he worked himself fully inside me, and waited for me to adjust.

  Once I managed to think straight I said, “You need to turn the water off or you’ll ruin your cast.”

  “Fuck the cast.” Max said and then started to move.

  “Stop!” I panted.

  He froze. “Did I hurt you?”

  “No, but I’m going to hurt you if you don’t stop. Turn the water off; let’s take this to the bed.” I said and clenched my muscles on his shaft.

  He started to move involuntarily, but I stopped him again. “Please, Max? I don’t want to ruin it and make another trip to the hospital. Please?”

  He pulled out de
liciously slow, and gently placed me on my feet, allowing my body to slide against his. His rock hard cock was resting against my stomach, and I took him in my hand, and let the other hand search blindly along the wall looking for the lever that would turn the shower off.

  I wasn’t even remotely cold anymore. My body was on fire, and all I could think about was having his cock back inside of me, pounding me into the mattress.

  “If you don’t stop that and turn the water off, we’re going to be right back where we started.” Max growled.

  My head shot up from the sight of his cock. His eyes showed pain, and a deep need that sent me rushing to turn the water off. Turning abruptly, I slammed my hand down on the lever and the water cut off. I pushed open the shower door, grabbed a towel, and then hopped up onto the bathroom counter.

  He followed, and I was full of his cock once again as soon as my butt met the cool marble. His eyes met mine, and our gazes stayed connected as he pulled out nearly all the way, and then slammed back inside me. Once. Twice. Three times. Each thrust had him bumping up against my cervix.

  Max’s head dipped down, and licked the side of my nipple. He slowed his thrusting so he could get to my breasts without them smacking him in the face. Not that I cared though, I was so close I could taste it.

  Max finally captured my nipple in his mouth and gave a strong pull before releasing it with a pop before transferring his mouth to my other one. “You’ve got the best nipples I’ve ever seen.”

  He continued the languid movement, entering me all the way, and then pulling out until the head of his cock kissed my entrance. I bit my lip, wanting to urge him to take me harder and faster, but I was too self-conscious. I knew exactly what I wanted; it was just too hard to say it.

  “You need more, Bubbles?” Max chuckled when he released my other nipple.

  I nodded my head in confirmation, but still didn’t say anything.

  He pulled all the way out, and then slammed into me so hard I saw stars. “You want it hard and rough?” He asked with a twist of his hips, pulling my hair so my neck was exposed to his wet luscious tongue. “Or do you want it faster?” He asked with a faster pump of his hips.

  “I don’t care, just please, don’t stop.” I gasped.

  His hips took on a life of their own, and he pounded inside of me. I threw my head back, squeezing my eyes shut tight as the orgasm of the century consumed me. I bit back a moan as Max growled his release into my neck. Both of us were panting, and sat still for long moments as we caught our breath.

  He pulled out slowly, and I grimaced at the wet feeling between my legs. “I think I need another shower now.”

  He gave me a soft kiss on the lips, and I studied his face for a few moments. The cut on his forehead looked mean, but it didn’t detract from his handsomeness. It just made his looks unique. If he let the hair on his face grow any longer it wouldn’t be known as scruff, he would be sporting a full-blown beard. Not that I minded any. He looked gorgeous.

  He went to start a fire while I rinsed off the remnants of the sex. When I came out he handed me a bottle of Old Milwaukee, and we headed into the living room to watch TV. I cuddled with him on the couch for the rest of the night watching Pitch Perfect. Alpha covered Max’s feet always watchful. Max didn’t find it quite as hilarious as I did, but he didn’t complain.

  “You have to keep your promise.” Max rumbled.

  I lifted my head from his chest and smiled at his serious expression. “I want to get married at my Pepaw’s. I want my father to walk me down the aisle, and I want to wear a wedding dress. If you can do those things for me, I’ll marry you. Except for the tiny little fact that you forgot to buy me a ring.”

  Since I was looking into his eyes, I didn’t see his hand move. However, I did feel his body move and saw him move his hand out of the corner of my eye. Turning to see what he was doing, I saw the black jewelry box and gasped.

  He smiled when he saw the tears that rushed to my eyes. “Payton Evangeline Alvarez, will you marry me? I promise to protect you with my life, and never leave you behind. I promise to chase away your nightmares, and hold you all night if you wake up scared. But most of all, I promise to love you with my whole heart and soul. Will you marry me, Payton?”

  “Do I look like a dumbass to you? Of course, I’ll marry you.” I said before throwing myself at his chest.

  He laughed, slipped the gigantic ring onto my finger, and then squeezed me tight. “Don’t squeeze too hard or I’ll fart.”

  “Jesus Christ, can’t anything ever be serious with you?” He asked exasperated.

  “Of course not. Now, do I need to sign a prenup?” I teased.

  “Honey, the day I have enough money that warrants a prenup is the day I die. My life insurance policy kicks ass.” He joked.

  “I love you, big boy.” I said to him before laying my head back down on his chest.

  “I love you, too, Pea.”

  “Pea?” I asked confused.

  “Yeah, your initials spell out P-E-A. Just wait until we’re married, then you’ll be my Pet.” He guffawed.

  “Oh, shut up.” I grumped.

  Chapter 8

  It takes more love to share the saddle than it does to share the bed.

  -Biker Truth

  Payton

  “Payton.” Max whined from the bedroom.

  Max was running a one hundred and one fever, and he was the world’s worst patient. At the moment, he was lying in bed watching old episodes of X-Files, and I was at my wits end.

  I’d taken care of him for a day and a half now, and I needed a damn break. Slipping my feet into my tennis shoes, I stood up and grabbed him another Gatorade from the fridge. Not the purple, the red, since he’d whined about the purple leaving a funny taste in his mouth. I also grabbed the bottle of Ibuprofen and headed into the bedroom.

  He was lying on the bed in all his naked, pitiful glory. He’d complained earlier about his skin hurting, so he’d shed his clothes and was now laying on the Jersey Knit sheets with nothing on except his dog tags. His arms were thrown up over his head, and tissues were scattered all around his body, as well as all over the floor. His penis was lying against the side of his leg. At the moment, sexy he was not.

  “You’re leaving me?” He asked nasally.

  “I need clothes, and I’m tired of wearing yours. I’ll be thirty minutes tops.” I explained before grabbing my purse and keys off the dresser.

  “Don’t leave me.” He whispered.

  I rolled my eyes. Men were the biggest babies when it came to the common cold, and Max seemed to be more pitiful than most. “You were the one who said, ‘If you don’t ride in the rain, you don’t ride.’”

  He sighed, and rolled over, showing off his nice beautiful butt. I wanted to bend over and bite it, but I refrained, and instead blew him a kiss.

  “Let’s go, Alpha.” I called walking out his front door.

  I was blasted by the freezing wind, and practically ran to my car and threw myself in. Alpha came in right behind me, jumping over my lap to settle on the passenger seat. I used my gate opener to open the front gate, and headed to my apartment.

  My apartment complex was pretty freakin rank. Kilgore was a college town, and when I was looking for a place of my own, I had to settle for the apartments that were closest to the college. They were awful. They looked like they needed a face-lift at least a decade ago. The stairs were metal and rickety, and I feared for my life every time I went up them with an arm full of groceries.

  Unfortunately, when I was in nursing school I couldn’t afford much more than this and I haven’t had my current position at the hospital long enough for me to look for another place.

  The night was positively frigid for Texas, and it was darker than sin because the streetlight that lit up my side of the complexes parking lot was out, yet again.

  “Let’s go, Alpha.” I said to him before opening the door.

  I used the flashlight on my phone and climbed the stairs carefully. I so di
d not want to get a tetanus shot today, and if I fell that is exactly what I would have to do. I used my keys to let myself in the front door, unlocking four locks and then locking three back once I was inside. Alpha paced the apartment, doing his usual routine of checking out all of the rooms before settling back at my side.

  My apartment was completely dark, and the little lamp that I used for light when I got home late wasn’t turning on, so I felt along the wall for the light switch. I moaned when I flipped the switch and that light didn’t turn on either. It must be an outage for the whole right side of the complex since the lights were off outside also.

  A little shiver of fear rent through me, but I squashed it down. Sighing in exasperation with myself, I walked into my bedroom with the light of my phone. Once I got in there, I texted Max to tell him I would be late due to the power outage, and then grabbed some clothes out of my dresser and tossed them on the bed. The gym bag I normally used for hauling laundry was in the deepest corner of hell, otherwise known as the very back of my closet, under tons of junk. I got down on my hands and knees and went digging, only to freeze when I heard a scraping noise.

  The noise didn’t repeat itself, but it certainly alerted Alpha who was now growling quietly. Backing up, he shoved me deeper into the closet. Heart pounding, I dialed Max.

  He answered on the fourth ring with a wretched croak. “Hey.”

  My voice trembled as I said, “Max. Something’s wrong.”

  His voice came through much more alert when he heard my reply. “What’s happening?”

  “Alpha is growling. He keeps urging me into the closet. I heard a scraping sound, and the lights were out when I got here.” I explained as quietly as possible.

  “Stay on the line, I’ll be right there, don’t fucking move. Let Alpha do what he’s trained to do.” He said fiercely.

  Alpha now had me in the closet, and it was pitch black, no light could be seen anywhere. Even my phone was dark. Alpha’s growl was so quiet; you could barely even tell that he was making any noise. I counted to ten in my head trying to control my thundering heart, and my growing panic attack.