HALE: Lords of Carnage MC

by Daphne Loveling

  And I shit all over it.

  I ain’t about to apologize — I was right that she was nuts to do it. But my attitude toward her softens a little. The girl’s got it rough right now.

  We crest a hill, and come to an intersection with a large sign to the right. I glance at it and see that it’s the entrance to a state park. The sign says it’s closed, and the metal fence that’s swung across the road leading into it confirms that. But it gives me an idea.

  I turn into the entrance and stop the truck in front of the gate. Kylie blinks out of her trance and looks over at me. “What are you doing?”

  “You’ll see.” I get out of the truck and go to the gate. It isn’t secured to anything, so it’s easy to move. I push it back just far enough to get us through it, and climb back inside the cab.

  As I put the truck in gear, Kylie turns to me with a small quirk of her lips. “You know this is against the law, right?”

  That gets a laugh out of me. “Darlin’, you’re muling drugs for an outlaw MC. This is the least illegal thing you’ve done this week.”

  I drive along the road inside the park for a while, passing by a couple deserted picnic areas, a playground, and a park office that’s closed up tight. We come to a lookout area that overlooks a small lake down about fifty feet below us, and I pull into that lot, backing the truck into a spot, and turn off the engine. Kylie’s grinning at me now. She reaches into the back seat of the cab and pulls out a large, thick blanket.

  “For the truck bed,” she tells me.

  We climb out and she takes down the back gate. She tosses the blanket into the back, then hops up and sits on the lowered gate. She raises her face to the moon and stars, then takes a deep breath and lets it out as she closes her eyes.

  “It’s nice out here,” she murmurs.

  Reflexively, I reach into my pocket for a smoke, but I decide against it. I hop up on the gate with her, ignoring the fact that my cock is stirring like the asshole it is. Kylie reaches behind her and pulls the blanket toward her, wrapping a corner of it around her shoulders.

  “You cold?”

  “Not yet. But I will be.”

  We sit in silence for a while. Well, silent outside, anyway. Inside me, there’s a war raging. Between the part of me that still wants to hate Kylie, and the part of me that wants to fuck her so bad I can practically taste it. Between the part that’s nursing old regrets and grudges, and the part that’s telling me it’s time for the anger of a teenager who’s sure he knows the score to die. That we were, all of us, handed a shitty, complicated goddamn situation. And in a way, we’re all still paying the price, even to this day.

  Kylie is the first to break the silence.

  “Cam, why did you come to the hospital tonight?”

  It’s a question I’m not prepared to answer. Because I don’t really know.

  “Figured you were alone,” I finally mutter. “Seemed like a tough thing to handle by yourself.”

  My mind goes back to the scene of her sobbing against my chest. My traitorous dick thickens in my pants. It’s the second time I’ve ever seen Kylie cry.

  The first time was because of Scotty.

  “How did you end up here in Ironwood?” I ask her.

  She lifts a thin shoulder. “After… everything, my dad sold the land in Corydon. And the trailer. He needed the money. He moved up here because a buddy of his found him work at a factory the next town over. He rents the house he’s in now.”

  “He still working?”

  “No. He got fired after he got sick.”

  “So you’re paying the rent,” I conclude.

  “Yeah. And the medical bills.”

  Kylie’s fucking dad. She’s still taking care of him. Still loving him and needing him, in spite of everything.

  For the first time, I realize how much her life has revolved around him. His past sins, his current sickness. Suddenly, I see what happened to Scotty in a new light.

  It wasn’t Kylie’s fault. It was her old man’s. I know that. I knew it, even at the time.

  And I’m still making her pay for shit she didn’t have any control over.

  “Ky,” I begin, and stop.

  She looks over at me wordlessly, a question in her eyes.

  Somehow my mouth is on hers. Somehow she’s moaning under me, her lips parting, opening for me as I devour her, making up for years of want, years of need. Years of her name in my throat as I make myself come in the dark.

  When we break apart, to come up for air, she’s gasping.

  “You feel it too, don’t you?” My voice is thick.

  “Yes,” she whispers.

  “I thought about you every day, back when you were Scotty’s.”

  “Please,” she chokes. “Don’t say his name. I still think about it every day. What I could have done…”

  “You couldn’t have,” I cut her off, realizing the truth of the words as I say them. “None of us could. We were too young, Ky. We didn’t know what the fuck we were doing.” I pull her close, rolling her onto the blanket. “But I know what I’m doing now.”

  My cock is aching as I take her mouth again. Kylie’s body molds to mine. Her legs part as I slide between them and press against her. A low, urgent noise escapes her throat when the heat and hardness of my cock meets her pussy. She wraps her legs around me and angles her hips, needing more. There’s no way either one of us is going to stop this time. We’ve waited too long for it. Somehow I know just by how she’s clinging to me right now that she felt it too, all those years ago. She was longing for me as much as I was for her.

  Groaning, I crush my mouth to hers and pull her hips to me. She whimpers every time my cock hits her groin. I know without even checking that she’s wet as hell, and my mouth waters at the thought of tasting her. My senses are all on overdrive, wanting everything at once. I want her on my mouth. I want to be inside her. I want to fuckin’ lose myself inside her tight pussy, make her scream my name, and fill her up with everything I’ve got, claiming her, ruining her for anyone else.

  Reaching between us with one hand, I pop the button on her jeans and pull down the zipper. Kylie is already raising her hips to help me get them off her. The thin fabric of her panties is underneath, soft and vulnerable. I push them down, too, and when they’re past her hips I stop for a second and slide a finger between her legs. I stifle another groan that turns into a chuckle. Yep. Wet as hell.

  Kylie momentarily freezes, mistaking my laughter for mockery. “What?”

  “Nothing, babe,” I assure her. “I’m just laughing because I don’t think I’ve ever been so hard or so fucking turned on in my life.”

  She bites her lip and looks at me. In a soft voice tinged with just a little sauciness, she breathes, “You’ve got a filthy mouth, Mr. Hale.”

  “My mind is even filthier. As is what I’m gonna do to you.”

  I yank her jeans the rest of the way off and lift myself up a little so I can stare at her in the moonlight. Her legs are fucking beautiful, sexy as hell. And they’re gonna be a lot sexier when they’re spread wide and ready for me. I shake my head and mutter, “Jesus,” then chuckle again and move between her thighs.

  The sound that she makes in her throat when my tongue first laps at her pussy is the most beautiful goddamn noise I’ve ever heard. She’s not only soaking wet, her clit is swollen and hard, and I know she’s so turned on that I’m gonna have to go slow or I’ll make her come too soon. On either side of her, I can hear her fists clutching at the blanket as her thighs clench. She’s tight as a rubber band right now. I avoid her clit and instead I start to tease her, sliding my tongue inside her to taste her juices, then back out to coat her with them. She tastes musky and delicious, and my cock tightens even more, to the point of pain.

  Every time my tongue slides close to her clit, I hear Kylie’s breath catch in her throat. She whimpers her need to me, but I’m not ready to let her come yet. I keep sliding my tongue just short of the spot I can already tell is exactly where she needs
me to be, then moving away as she gasps. Eventually the whimpers turn to whines. I feel her hips straining toward me, as she tries to maneuver herself so I’ll give her what she needs. I tease her as long as I can, but finally I’m so fucking turned on I can’t take it anymore, and I wrap my lips around her clit and slide my tongue right over ground zero. The effect is instantaneous: Kylie’s hips buck as she snaps and starts to come, her whole body shaking with the force of it as she lets out a moan that ends in my name.

  Jesus Christ, it’s a moment I’ll never fucking forget.

  She’s still coming as I reach for my wallet and fumble out a condom, then push my jeans down over my own hips and slide it on my pulsing cock. I look down into Kylie’s face, and her eyes are wide open, her cheeks flushed, her lips plump and full and parted. We lock gazes as I pull her hips to me and sink myself inside her, and then her eyes close and her head rolls back, her lips opening wider in a silent O of pleasure.

  “Fuck,” I growl, sounding tortured even to my own ears. “Jesus Christ, that feels good.” She’s so hot, so tight, her pussy clenching all around me. I have to freeze for a second and close my eyes when I’m all the way in so I won’t come right away. Kylie wraps her legs around my waist, and I hold onto her hips and drive into her, then pull out and thrust again. When I open my eyes and look down at her, the sight is so goddamn sexy that I feel my balls tighten and I know I’m done for. My last coherent thought before I come is I have to do this again, slower next time.

  Then my brain explodes, and I shoot my load inside her perfect, hot, wet, cunt.

  18

  Kylie

  My whole body is buzzing with the memory of Hale’s touch as we climb back into the truck cab and he drives me home.

  I can already tell my back and butt are going to be bruised tomorrow. The bed of the truck was hard, even with the blanket underneath me to cushion it. But I don’t mind — in fact, I’m almost glad. The ache tomorrow will give me a lingering reminder of what was easily the best sex I have ever had. The ache between my legs from Hale feels so good, it almost makes up for the fact that he’s no longer inside me.

  Hale doesn’t stay the night, telling me that I need sleep and joking that if he stays I won’t get any. Part of me wants to ask him to stay anyway. But I don’t, because the truth is that after what just happened between us, I need some time to process. To think.

  “I’ll come over and bring you the truck tomorrow morning,” he tells me as he walks me up to my front door. “What time you need me to be here?”

  After I tell him, he leans down and gives me a hungry, lingering kiss. He waits to make sure I’m inside the door. Then he winks once, and saunters back down the front walk.

  I watch him go, staring openly at his ass, Then I start to laugh at myself, because I never do that to guys. But maybe that’s because no other guys have an ass that fine.

  Inside the empty house, I stand in the darkened living room and try to talk myself into going to bed. But it’s not that late yet, and I’m not tired at all. On the contrary, between my dad being in the hospital and what just happened between Cam and me in the back of the pickup, my mind is racing a million miles a minute. I’ll never look at that truck the same way again, I think with a snort.

  I consider turning on the TV, but I can’t imagine anything’s on that would hold my interest. I don’t feel like looking at social media, either. In the end, I go out to the kitchen and grab a half-empty bottle of cheap red wine from the fridge and pour myself a glass. Then I come back out into the still dark living room, flop down onto the couch, and give in to the swirl of memories of the last two hours.

  “You feel it too, don’t you?” he asks.

  “Yes,” I whisper back.

  “I thought about you every day, back when you were Scotty’s.”

  The mention of Scotty’s name makes my heart constrict, even now.

  But tonight, it’s not just because he’s dead. And not just because I’m part of the reason why.

  It’s also because tonight, Cam admitted to me that he’d wanted me back then. And it makes me wonder if he wanted me as much as I wanted him. And if he felt as guilty as I did about it.

  I would have felt terrible breaking up with Scotty for Cam. And I’m guessing that even if Cam had felt something for me back then — which it seems maybe he did — he never would have acted on it, for fear of hurting Scotty. They were best friends, after all, and Cam has always been loyal to a fault. That’s probably one of the reasons he’s in an MC. Loyalty to his club and his brothers is a must, given the dangers inherent in biker life.

  I always felt guilty about my attraction to Cam. Scotty was a good boyfriend, gentle and sweet with me when we were together. Scotty was the boy I lost my virginity to. And judging from the few conversations between my female high school classmates I overheard in the halls of the school, I’m betting that he was nicer and more gentle than most boys would have been. Sex with him was always nice. I never came, but I barely knew my own body back then, and wouldn’t have had the words to ask for what I wanted, even if I knew. And I was attracted to Scotty, too. He was handsome, and funny, and I liked the way he looked at me like I was the most beautiful girl in the world.

  But what I felt for Cam was something else. Something more. Something dangerous. Sometimes when he looked at me, with those dark, unreadable eyes, a tingle would start between my legs, and my face would flush so hot I was sure I was red as a beet. At those moments, I’d be almost certain that he was feeling something too… but then he’d quickly look away, and either crack a joke or do something that would make me think the intensity of his gaze had just been my imagination. Wishful thinking.

  As I sip my wine, I think back to the day when Cam drove me home from school at Scotty’s request. That day was the first time Cam and I had ever been alone together. I always thought Cam was mad at Scotty for asking him to do it, because of the inconvenience. Now, for the first time, it occurs to me that maybe Cam just didn’t want to be around me without the buffer of the other two boys.

  It’s like a puzzle piece suddenly snaps into place, when I didn’t even know there was a puzzle to begin with.

  That afternoon was the first time Cam and I really talked, just the two of us. I thought it would be awkward, and it was for a little bit. But the most surprising thing was how quickly that awkwardness melted away. And after that, how quickly the time passed as we talked about anything and nothing.

  By the time he realized he should get me home, I was wishing for anything to keep talking him for a while longer. I would have relished a flat tire, or been thrilled if he’d run out of gas. Any excuse to be alone with him for just a little while longer.

  When we got back to my house and saw Scotty’s car in the driveway, Cam glanced over at me with a frown, and then stiffened. I thought I maybe I knew what he was thinking, because I was too: I wondered if Scotty was there looking for me. I wondered if he was going to be angry, or suspicious, that Cam hadn’t driven me straight home from school. I found myself mentally bracing for a confrontation, even though I’d never really seen Scotty get mad or jealous about anything. He just wasn’t really the type.

  But I went up the stairs to the trailer with a sick churning in my stomach, like Scotty had caught us at something. Even though all Cam and I had done was talk, I felt guilty as hell all the same.

  Because the truth was, I knew that if Cam had tried to kiss me, I would have let him.

  When we went inside and found Scotty and my dad together, I was so relieved he wasn’t angry or jealous that I sort of brushed off the strangeness of the fact that Scotty was there in the first place. I accepted the story he told me — that he had finished helping his dad early and come to see me — even though he left like he was on fire as soon as Cam and I got there. It didn’t make any sense, but I was all too willing to ignore the whole thing if it meant I wouldn’t have to answer any questions about why Cam was just getting me home two hours after school got out.

  I d
idn’t think anything more about the strangeness of that afternoon until a few weeks later. Scotty had come over on a Saturday afternoon, this time to help my dad with replacing the brake pads on his truck. Not being very interested in car repair myself, I left them to it out in the carport garage that my dad had set up on one side of the property.

  When two hours had gone by without either of them coming inside, I went out to the carport to see how they were doing on the project and if they needed anything from the house.

  The tools were lying on the ground untouched. Both my dad and Scotty were sprawling in the canvas camping chairs Dad kept out there. Their eyes were glassy. They were both clearly high. On what, I didn’t know.

  I’m not sure why I didn’t confront them right away. Part of it was probably the shock. Maybe I was in denial, I don’t know. What I do know is that I ran back in the house and slammed the door.

  When Scotty came inside later on, I picked a fight with him and he left in a huff, eyes red and swollen. I stayed in my room for the rest of the day, avoiding my father and feeling incredibly confused and alone.

  What I didn’t know at the time — what I didn’t find out until later — was that Dad’s lawn care business had gone completely under. He’d been looking for a job, trying to hide it from me, but opportunities were few and far between in Corydon.

  And so somehow, Dad ended up falling into one of the few businesses that was booming in our area.

  Meth.

  And even worse, he ended up bringing Scotty into it with him.

  I don’t blame Cam for thinking I knew what was happening all along. Hell, I probably should have suspected it, but I didn’t. All I figured out was that my dad and Scotty were getting high together. I had no idea about the rest of it until later.