I obliged, pulling his underwear down until the waistband was underneath his ball sack. However, now both balls were now on display as well, drawing not only my eyes, but my mouth to the delicious feast.
Forgetting that he wanted me to take more of his cock inside my mouth, I started to lick, nip, and suck on the twin globes. Pulling one, and then the other into my mouth delicately.
The grip of his fist in my hair tightened, and I found myself being pulled away from my feast, and being fed his cock instead. I wasn’t upset. That was just as good, if not better.
He worked his cock in and out of my mouth like he was a mad man, yet not once did I choke on his length. He had an uncanny ability to judge when he was getting too far in, and pulled back before my gag reflex kicked in.
“Suck me harder.” James demanded.
I sucked.
Hard.
“Oh, yeah. That feels fucking awesome. God, I could come right now.” He gasped.
I felt empowered, only sucking all the harder.
With a roughness I’d never experienced before, he lost control.
He ripped his length from my mouth, pulling back on my hair as he did so to free himself with a loud pop.
“Turn over on your knees. Be careful.” He growled.
I did so carefully.
He helped by holding the hammock steady as I rolled, and then gingerly pulled first one, and then the other knee underneath me. His callused hands moved from my hips to the edges of my panties and yanked, making them pool at the bend in my knees.
The position felt incredibly awkward, making me grasp the netting with clutching fingers.
However, in the next second, I didn’t feel awkward in the least. With one rough thrust, he was inside me.
The pound of his hips against mine jolted me forward, pulling me off him. Then he repeated the process by pulling back on the netting as well as thrusting forward.
The added thrust of his hips, and the pull back on the hammock, rammed his cock into me so hard that caused a twinge of pain. The jolt of bliss overshadowed that twinge of pain exponentially, successfully throwing me higher and higher until I burst into a thousand shards. Lights exploded behind my closed eyes as my pussy clamped down hard on his cock.
His groan of completion followed on the heels of mine; his big body shook with the force of it. I looked over my shoulder and only saw the silhouette of his large form still coaxing the last dregs of his release from his cock. With that one glance, a smaller, but no less significant orgasm pulsed through me, making my body shutter.
“Fuck,” he hissed.
“Yeah,” I panted.
He pulled away from me carefully, and I thrust my arm down in between my legs to catch his come before it leaked out all over the hammock, and then the carpet. Warm liquid filled my hands, and I resisted the urge to grind the heel of my hand into my engorged clit while rubbing his leavings into my overheated skin.
He returned momentarily and lifted me up carefully.
I kept my hand covering myself, and he produced a towel, cleaning up my core first, and then my hand. Once finished, he tossed the towel into a hamper that was sitting in the corner of the room, and then helped me pull up my panties.
Once we were both settled in the hammock, I finally figured out what was niggling in the corner of my brain throughout the entire encounter. “What happened to your piercing?”
“I don’t wear it all the time. I was young when I got it. My friend, Dougie, bet me three hundred bucks that I wouldn’t do it. I proved him wrong, and woke up with a pierced dick and couldn’t have sex for months while it healed. I pop it in from time to time, but mostly I don’t wear it anymore. I have a phobia of it getting caught on something and ripping my cock in half.” He explained.
I snickered and then cringed at the though.
“Normally you wouldn’t be hanging around with your dick out for it to snag on things.” I replied dryly.
I felt his chest rise as he huffed out a laugh. “Yeah, that’s true. It doesn’t stop me from having the thoughts though.”
“Tell me about Dougie.” I requested, letting my fingers dance on the ridges of his abdomen.
Tensing beneath me at the question, he quivered like a bow, strung and ready to be released. “He was the friend that I was telling you about. He died four years ago while we were on a mission. He has...had a daughter Janie’s age. Kayla. He was always so upbeat and happy. When he died, we lost something that was an integral part of us. I still get the urge to call him every time I think of a stupid fucking joke. He was notorious for one liners. But then, when the time came, he’d ruthlessly fuck up a tango and not even blink an eye.”
The sadness in his voice tore a hole through my heart. “I’m sorry. He sounds like an unbelievable man.”
“He was.” He said softly.
“Will you tell me what you refused to earlier?” He asked after the silence continued for a few more minutes.
I tensed, but then relaxed, remembering my brother’s words from earlier.
“It’s not pretty.” I explained.
“There are very few things that would keep you silent about something you felt passionate about. I don’t think that it’s pretty. In fact, I bet it’s something horrible, and I’ll have to restrain myself from walking out of this house afterwards and tracking that piece of shit down.”
“Sebastian had always told me that Zander was no good. I should’ve listened.” I said, swallowing on a suddenly dry throat. “It started out small. Cruel words here, a slap upside the head there. Then, before I could really do anything about it, Sebastian was hurt in that motorcycle accident. I don’t know if I was just oblivious, or what, but the slaps upside the head turned into slaps across the face. A punch in the stomach. It wasn’t until I walked in on him fucking another woman in his apartment that I realized what a fool I’d become. And so, I left him that night, only for him to follow me down the hallway of his apartment and beat the ever loving shit out of me, while he was naked and his dick was swinging. Then he dragged me back into the room and fucked the woman while I watched with a broken leg, arm, and a few cracked ribs.”
James’ arm tightened with each declaration, and by the end of it, I could feel him shaking in rage. “What the hell did the woman do while this was going on?”
“She was drunk, I guess. When Zander was done fucking her, he tossed me outside the door of his apartment, and I crawled down the stairs and to the street before I was found and taken to the hospital. I filed charges on him, but he got that woman to corroborate that he didn’t do anything.” I said with disgust.
“Do you know what the bullet of a fifty caliber does to a man’s head at a mile away?” He asked casually.
I had a feeling I knew where this was going, and stood.
He grunted when I used his stomach to push myself up, and asked, “Where you going?”
“To bed, stud. You’ve got an early doctor appointment, and I have to do some laundry.” I answered as I made my way to the stairs. He grunted, but followed me up the stairs and to the living room where I laid down.
He covered me with the blanket he’d remembered to grab from the basement floor, and covered me. “Night, Shiloh June.”
“Night, James Jonathan Allen.” I sighed.
Sleep came swiftly after that. Sated and sleepy, I slept until the next morning when the smell of bacon wafted through the house and woke me from a dead sleep.
Chapter 17
It’s good to have beardless friends when you go out. People will assume you’re their leader.
-Bearded fact
Shiloh
When I walked into the kitchen, stumbling and rubbing my eyes, I was surprised to see an older woman standing at the stove. She was dressed in distressed jeans and a stylish t-shirt. Her feet, however, were covered in tennis shoes that reminded me of kid’s high tops, but who was I to judge? I still wore my Doc Martin’s from back in high school.
I said a silent prayer of thanks t
hat I’d remembered to slip on pants before coming into the kitchen. If what I guessed was true, this was James’ mother.
I was proven right in the next moment when she turned. Staring at me was an older version of Cheyenne. She had the exact same features that Cheyenne had. Only her hair had streaks of silver streaked in with the golden blonde.
Her smile lit up the room, and she held out her hand to me. Moving forward, I placed my hand in hers, and she yanked me into a hug every bit as exuberant as the ones I received from Janie.
“You must be the infamous ‘Loh I keep hearing about.” She smiled.
I laughed. “You must be Daina. Yeah, that’s me. My brother used to call me that when we were younger. When Janie started calling me that, that was the first time I’d heard it in nearly ten years; a blast from the past for sure.”
“Yeah, that’s my girl. At least you’re not called Big Grandma like I am.” She laughed, and then cursed when the smoke alarm started going off.
I grabbed a magazine off the kitchen table, and then walked to the shrieking alarm and started fanning it. “I’m an old pro at this. I cook, but I’m also forgetful. It’s hit or miss with me.”
“You’ve got me pegged as well.” She laughed. “I’m afraid you’re the last one up. Janie’s visiting with Kayla. James’ went off to his doctor’s appointment. Your father and brother disappeared around a half our ago and didn’t enlighten me on where they were going.” She explained.
She reminded me of a peppy blonde cheerleader, only about thirty years older. She was very beautiful. I could see how the powerful and magnetic Todd Masterson had snagged her up. She was everything I could hope to look like thirty years down the road.
“They do that.” I said as I walked towards the refrigerator and grabbed the milk. “They also do this secret crap, and whisper like little girls. Only now, James and Sam do it, too. So it’s like the boys club. No girls allowed.”
“Yeah, Max and James have always done that. Then the other boys came, and I haven’t been able to walk into a room without it silencing like a whore just entered a catholic church since.” She agreed.
I smiled at her comparison. “James mentioned something about needing to hire someone to mow the lawn. I was wondering if you had a lawn mower. If you do, I’ll do it myself.”
She set a plate of eggs and bacon down in front of me. Then grabbed me the ketchup, a fork, a napkin, and the pepper. “James told you what I liked before he left, didn’t he?”
She laughed. “That boy of mine is very efficient.”
“Thank you.” I said before digging in, just managing to ignore the little remembrance of last night, and his very thorough efficiency.
She sat down with her own breakfast. When I glanced at it, I understood how she was able to look fucking awesome. It was a half of a grapefruit, two pieces of whole wheat toast, and a cup of coffee.
She must’ve seen me eyeing her food with a disgusted look on my face, because she explained. “This isn’t my ideal breakfast. But once I hit forty, my metabolism took a nose dive. I’ve learned to eat healthy to make up for it. As for the lawn mower, it’s in the shed out back. Although, I want to warn you. It’s a long job. It took me over two hours to mow it when I was still doing it. I haven’t done it in four years, but the yard hasn’t gotten any smaller.”
“That’s okay. I’ve been needing exercise anyway. I haven’t been able to run for a while. I got my cast off two weeks ago, and haven’t worked up the courage to get back to the gym. Although, it looks like your son won’t let that one slip much longer. He wants me to learn some self-defense.” I said.
She nodded. “Gas is in the back of the shed. Careful of all my fabric. It’s a bit of a mess in there.”
The next twenty minutes was spent talking about Daina’s newest embroidery machine, and how expensive of an endeavor it was to pursue. She’d contemplated doing her crafts full time now that she was eligible for retirement, but was waiting until her next three contracts were up before she made any permanent moves.
Once breakfast was finished, she laughed happily when I gave my plate to Boris. “You’ve got a mini dishwasher.”
“Yeah, he’s just like a dog, I swear. He’ll even fetch.”
“I haven’t had any pets here since Cheyenne’s dog moved out. I can’t tell you how hard it is to have to scrub food off of dishes when you’ve had your own pre-washer to take care of that little chore for you for the last five years.”
After a few more minutes of gabbing about my fat cat, I went to James’ room to get dressed.
I stripped off my clothes that I’d worn to sleep, and tossed them on the foot of the bed. James bed wasn’t made, so I did that quickly before digging through the bag at the bottom of the closet for a thong and sports bra.
Once I was clothed in some tight fitting short shorts and a yellow racer back tank top, I made my way out to the back yard shed. The mower was easy to find, and even easier to start up. It was obviously well taken care of and rumbled to life after only the second pull. It put my own lawn mower to shame.
It was an hour into mowing the front yard that James’ bike pulled up, and he surged off it in a huff. I had to let the engine die before I heard what he was yelling over the loud mower.
“What the fuck are you doing?” He roared.
I raised my eyebrows at his foul mood, cocked my hip, and stared at him. I noticed, as he shot toward me that he was trying to hide his limp, but wasn’t quite successful. Which irritated me even more.
“What I’m doing?” I asked. “Well, it looks obvious to me...”
My gesture towards the lawn mower and the grass only served to darken his mood even further. His eyes blazed. When he finally made it to within a few feet of me, he grasped me by the waist, tossed me over his shoulder, and stomped towards the side of the house.
“Hey!” I barked. “I wasn’t done!”
He ignored my verbal protest.
I would’ve twisted and tried to get out of his ironclad grasp, but I didn’t want to hurt him or me. We rounded the corner of the house, and I was dumped unceremoniously into the chase lounge that overlooked the koi pond I’d only glanced at earlier.
James had his hands on the top of his head, turned towards the pond, contemplating it. “What’s the big deal?” I asked.
He stayed facing the fishpond, but his voice carried over the gentle sound of the waterfall. “Your dad’s got the worst goddamn motorcycle club in the country trying to fuck him in the ass. They’d do anything to do it too. Even use his own daughter against him. Is that what you want to be? Bait? Cause they’ll use you. They won’t leave you whole afterwards, either.”
The venom of his anger startled me. I’d known he would be annoyed that I was mowing. However, it’d never occurred to me that it would be unsafe. If I’d known, I would’ve never done it. I wasn’t a bad ass. I was a fucking social worker. How was I supposed to know that I couldn’t mow the fucking lawn?
My anger took a fever pitch, and I stood up, locking my knees and getting right up against his back. I used my pointer finger to poke him sharply in the back.
“Listen here, you big hairy bastard.” I said poking him again. “I know how to take direction. All you need to do is tell me the things I can or can’t do, and I’ll be sure to follow those directions to the letter. Do. You. Understand. Me?” Each word was emphasized with another poke.
With the last poke, his own temper seemed to give way. Whirling around, he towered over me, the finger of his own hand poking me between my breasts. I could see the emotion rolling across his face, and I backed up. He followed me, stalking me like a panther. “I did fucking tell you! Last. Fucking. Night.”
I didn’t remember any such conversation, but I decided it was in my best interest to agree to disagree. That is until he got in my face. I noted that the beard covering the lower half of his face was shaggier than normal. As if he hadn’t had time keep it trimmed as he usually did. Over the past week, it’d only gotten longer, and i
t looked hot. The look suited him. The patch that covered his chin started to shine shimmery silver, as if it was prematurely going gray.
On some men, a scruffy beard just didn’t look good. On James, it only seemed to accentuate his hotness factor. The alpha male in him somehow was magnetized. Nothing said I’m no one’s bitch like a badass beard.
I longed to feel his bristly chin chafing against my cheeks, my sensitive nipples, and the tender flesh of my thigh.
Then his condescending comment plowed through my perusal like a hot knife through butter. “Maybe if you pulled that pretty little head out of that tight little ass, you would’ve known that you shouldn’t be out strutting that hot fucking ass in public.”
My spine went taught, and I stood up until our bodies touched. My breasts were rubbing along his chest. His cock, which might I add was harder than a steel pole, hit me at tummy level, and my eyes were level with his chin.
Tilting my head up, I ran my sweaty palm up the side of his arm, passing over the distended veins, past the bulging muscles of his biceps, over the soft cotton of his t-shirt, up his neck, until my fingers came to rest on the scruffy hair that covered his chin. Then I fisted what little I could, and yanked his face down to mine.
There wasn’t much hair, but there was enough. His face came down close to mine, until I could feel the hot, panting breath against my overheated skin. “My fucking pretty little head is not up my tight ass. In fact, my ass has never had anything up it. Not that you’ll ever fucking know. You’re officially cut off.”
Letting go of his face, I started to slide to the side, only to find my ass against the cushion of the lounger, and James’ body following me down. James’ mouth crashed down against mine, and after a short amount of protest, I gave in to the assault.
Twining my arms around his broad shoulders, I thrust my tongue into his mouth. Our tongues rubbed sensually against each other, and my back arched unintentionally, rubbing my distended nipples against his rock hard chest. James pushed hard with his hips, and my legs spread wider to make room for his.
“God, you look so fucking hot. Your ass jiggles when you walk, and your boobs bounce. I watched you for five minutes before I finally came back to reality. I can’t believe you mowed the lawn in this. You probably gave the neighbors across the street heart attacks. Mr. Winfrey’s probably dying a happy man right now.” He never stopped nipping, sucking, and rubbing his scruffy beard against my sensitive skin.
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