I’m grinning wide as I clamp my eyes shut tight and let the strangest fucking fantasy wash over me as Helen reaches one hand up and cups my heavy balls with a tenderness that almost kills me. In my dream I can see the two of us riding together on my shining bike, Helen’s belly round and pregnant, about to pop with our babies, her boobs swollen and heavy with milk, her face glowing with love and fulfillment. I shake my head, still grinning as I wonder if the violence of the past night, the reality that chaos is just around the corner, that I’m now in the firing line of the cops as well as the Vipers . . . if all that is giving rise to this burning urgency to fill her with my seed, to make her mine in the most ancient, most fundamental way, to claim her the way men claimed their women a million years ago.
I open my eyes and look down at my woman—and I fucking know she’s my woman—sucking me in the most beautiful way. The sight of her hair opened up and twisted as I hold on and guide her makes me almost explode, and it’s everything I can do to stop her so I can pull out of her mouth.
“It feels like fucking heaven,” I mutter down to her as she looks up at me and blinks. “But I need to come inside you, babe. Between your legs. Deep inside your pussy. I fucking need it like I’ve never needed anything in my wretched life.”
She’s leaning back against the side of the car-seat, and I drag my heavy, dripping cock down her naked tits, circling each nipple and coating her with my juice like I’m marking her as mine.
“This . . . this is crazy,” she whispers up at me, but I can see her need too, see it in those big brown eyes, see it in the way her nipples are big like saucers, pointy like spires. I can see it in the way her pussy is oozing fresh nectar that gathers on her soft curls like dewdrops on a flower. I can fucking smell it in the air. She can say what she wants about how crazy this is, but we both know this is the sanest thing we’re ever gonna do.
“Aren’t you a nature scientist or something?” I whisper as I slowly go down to my knees, tracing my cockhead down the center of her gorgeously plump belly, making her tremble as I finally press it against her mound and line myself up to take her. “And this is nature, isn’t it? How can that be crazy?”
She smiles and then shudders as I grasp my cock and rub her slit up and down roughly, grinding her clit and making her eyes roll up in her head as she grabs onto my bare shoulders so she doesn’t collapse. I lean in and kiss her, grinning as I taste myself on her lips just like she tasted herself on mine earlier.
“As a scientist, I can tell you that nature is crazier that anything humans ever came up with,” she whispers as I reach down along the curve of her back and grasp her asscheeks firmly, spreading them wide and running my fingers along her divine crack.
“So you’re saying that craziness is natural?” I whisper through a grin, pushing my hips between her thighs so she’s forced to spread for me, to prepare for me, to prepare for what’s coming, coming hard, coming fast, coming deep. “That insanity is real. I like that. That makes sense to me.”
Helen gasps as I push the head of my cock just past the mouth of her slit and hold it there, looking into her eyes as I feel her nails dig into my tattooed back. She’s on her knees facing me, and the sight of her breasts pressed against my hard body is a sight I’m never gonna forget, just like the feeling of slowly pushing into her is a sensation I’m never gonna regret. This is real, I think as I push another inch of my thick shaft into her and watch her eyes roll up in her head.
“Yeah, this is so crazy that it’s gotta be fucking real,” I groan, driving the rest of myself up into her as she collapses against my body for a moment and then digs her nails into me so deep I can feel trickles of blood roll down my back. I flex deep inside her as she pours her wetness down on my throbbing cock, coating my balls as they tighten in their desperation to empty inside her, to complete this union before the storm hits.
My vision blurs as I slowly pull away and drive back inside, her moans making me harder, her shivers making me hold her tighter, her warmth making me grit my teeth and grind my pelvis up between those womanly hips of hers. I’m long past the drug-fueled madness of my youth as a young, reckless biker, but no drug high ever fucking felt like this. This is something so new I’m almost choking up.
Another semi-truck screams by on the highway, and then suddenly I’m pounding into her, that desperation taking over, that need to fill her overwhelming me. Helen screams and holds tighter as I reach behind her and cup her rear globes, digging my fingers into her asscheeks, clawing at her thick thighs until she wraps them around my tight waist so I can drive my cock up into her.
She comes all over my cock and balls, leaning her head back and letting out a wail that rocks me. And then I’m coming too, suddenly, with fury and violence, the first shot of my seed exploding out of me with such heat and power that Helen flicks her eyes wide open in shock like she doesn’t know what just hit her, what just took her, what just claimed her.
5
HELEN
My climax screams in just like that truck screaming by on the highway, and I gulp air as I try not to pass out from the wildness of how hard Hawk is ramming into me. My fingernails are drawing blood as I claw at his back like a she-beast in heat, and his powerful hips are driving his cock up into me with the fury and desperation of a goddamn bull in season.
I feel the urgency of our coupling in a way that makes me want to cry, and I try to tell myself again that it’s just a result of the chaos of the night, the result of seeing death, of coming close to my own death. Nature compensates for a brush with death by reminding us that we are vehicles for our genes, that just like plants care only about spreading their seeds, so do animals, so do humans—whether they realize it or not.
But this isn’t just biology, I think through my chaotic thoughts as Hawk pounds me into oblivion, my climaxes rolling in like waves crashing against the shore, so many that it feels like one massive wave of ecstasy that’s drowning me in the most wonderful way.
I can taste Hawk on my lips, still feel him in my throat. His scent is everywhere . . . inside, outside, all around. His thickness is stretching me so wide it’s fucking unreal, but my body is opening up for him, taking all of him, all the way inside.
Somewhere in the back of my mind screams the thought that after a lifetime of being sexually conservative and reserved, I’m having unprotected sex with a stranger, out in the open, in the middle of the goddamn day! But instead of scaring the hell out of me, the thought only makes me lean my head back and laugh like I’ve truly gone mad.
“So you’re saying craziness is natural,” Hawk whispered to me just before he drove every inch of his cock up into my vagina, spreading my inner walls in a way they’ve never been spread, touching parts of me that I know have never been touched.
I’ve totally lost track of time as I feel another orgasm wail in like the wind, and then suddenly I feel a blast of heat deep inside my cunt, a powerful jet of hot seed that makes me choke like I’m being filled all the way up to my throat!
“Oh, fuck!” I scream, realizing that Hawk has just exploded inside me, an orgasm so violent and intense that I can feel every muscle in his hard body tense up to the max. His balls are swinging back and forth as he pumps his hips with wild fury, blasting torrents of his seed into me until I feel myself overflowing down his shaft, all over his balls, my juices and his semen dripping onto the asphalt as the sun shines down on us.
I’m leaning so far back into the open passenger-side seat that I’m staring out the other side window, but my hands are still around Hawk’s thick neck, my thighs still wrapped around his waist as he keeps filling me like he’s been saving his seed for me, just for me, only for me.
“Now I’m ready to die,” he groans as he rams one last time into me, pushing out the last of his thick seed before biting my neck and collapsing against me. “That was the fuck of a lifetime, babe. Now I’m ready to go to war. To kill. To destroy. To fucking protect.” He leans his head back and looks at me in a way that makes me realize
that he’s not just spewing macho bullshit, that this tattooed beast is serious as hell, serious as death.
“This isn’t the lawless wild west,” I say, blinking away the strange warmth that’s rippling through me, like there’s something about how damned serious he is that’s making me tingle all over. I’ve never bought in to that whole macho “a man’s job is to protect and provide for his woman” stuff. It’s outdated and unhealthy, in my opinion. But there’s something so . . . so real about Hawk’s instincts that I feel myself succumbing to feelings that I didn’t think I had, didn’t think were relevant in today’s world, didn’t think belonged in a modern woman. I’m almost ashamed at myself for being turned on by the thought of this man claiming me, defending me, even fighting and killing for me. To protect me. To protect the woman he’s just claimed as his, just filled with his seed.
Ohmygod, this is nature being played out, isn’t it, I think as I look into Hawk’s eyes, smile up at him as I feel his cock still inside me, still oozing his warm semen as my pussy clenches like it’s milking every last drop out of him. This is—
“Fuck, the wild west is like an amusement park compared to what’s gone down between the Vipers and the Hounds over the years,” Hawk grunts, his eyes narrowing as if the grim reality of our situation is breaking through again, just like it is with me.
And then suddenly I feel my sharp, logical brain kick into high gear, like another part of my nature is taking over after giving in to the needs of my body. Humans survived because they were smart, and I need to be smart about what comes next.
“We need to go to the police,” I say firmly. “File a report about what I saw that guy Carl do.” Then I frown when I realize I didn’t actually see him pull the trigger. I didn’t actually see anyone, really . . . didn’t see anyone but Hawk.
A chill goes through me when I realize that the only thing I truly witnessed was Hawk killing one of the Vipers. Yes, he did it to protect me. I’d be dead if he hadn’t swooped in like a dark shadow in the night. But who knows what the cops will think. And if I put myself in a police interrogation room, I can’t lie to them, can I? Ohgod, and the cops must have already found Hawk’s bike, so they know he was there. They may even think Hawk killed those other guys at the scene! All these bikers are probably criminals as far as the cops are concerned. They’re all guilty of something. Maybe the cops and DA don’t care which tattooed, violent, weapon-wielding biker gets locked up. They all deserve it, right? Shit, if I go to the cops, the only result might be that Hawk is locked up for life!
“You aren’t going to the cops,” growls Hawk, his jaw tightening beneath his beard. It isn’t a threat. It isn’t a warning. It’s a statement, and I just nod quietly like I know he’s right. For now, at least.
“There is a place we can go,” I whisper as I look past Hawk and see the trees in the small wood swaying in the breeze like they’re trying to tell me something. “The university owns some land up north. It’s a protected area, used for nature studies by the various science departments. There’s a building up there, with supplies and facilities. The Botany Department uses it for retreats with graduate students sometimes, but mostly there’s no one there. Especially not this time of the year, when college isn’t in session. We can go there and figure out what to do next.”
Hawk blinks, and then he shakes his head. “I already know what to do next. The Vipers will use this incident as an excuse to start a war, to try and wipe us out and seize our territory. I killed one of theirs, and that’s a blood debt that’s gonna have to be paid. I need to warn my brothers right fucking now.” He takes a breath and swallows hard. “And then I need to stand with them and fight.” He blinks once more, like there’s a moment of doubt in that lean, hard, determined face—maybe a moment of panic, as if he’s surprised by something, by the way he’s feeling.
I frown as Hawk pulls back from me and runs his big hands down along my naked curves, placing them firmly on my round belly and looking up into my eyes. “But you need to hide until this all blows over.” He nods like he’s made a decision. “Yeah, you need to fucking hide. I’ll take you up to this place. Then I’ll head back down and join the Hounds.”
I stare at him as I try to fight back the thought that shit is getting crazy, that I can’t seriously be considering hiding in the freakin’ woods while some biker fights a gang war on the streets and then comes to get me. What happens them? We live happily ever after? The Botanist and the Biker, always and forever? There’s no way. There’s just no way this ends well.
A wave of despair washes through me as a million reasons why this is stupid, ridiculous, and just plain dumb whip through my mind. I tighten my jaw and narrow my eyes, forcing my sharp intelligence into high gear as I examine our options.
The most sensible option would be to just stand up and walk away, I realize as that chill of dread mixed with despair rolls through me in a sickening way. You’re an educated woman with a real future in this world, I tell myself. You made one dumb-as-hell decision to go to that park last night. Then another to give in to the arousal that was probably just a result of adrenaline and all the other fight-or-flight hormones that your body releases in times of stress. Don’t make a third stupid-ass decision, Helen. Walk away from this. Walk away from Hawk. Thank him for saving your ass. Help him with your testimony if the cops arrest him. But step away from him and save yourself. There’s no shame in being selfish here. Life is about survival, and your chances of survival are dramatically higher if you aren’t connected to some ax-wielding tattooed biker with a target on his back!
A target that’s there because of me, I think as I wonder if maybe the reason I’m still here is that I feel like I owe him something, like I want to protect him in return for the way he protected me. I may not be able to physically protect him from an army of wild bikers or cops on the hunt, but I can help in other ways.
No, comes that voice of the rational, sensible scientist that’s so much a part of who I am. Don’t be an idiot, girl! Save yourself and your own future. Go to the police and let them sort it out. Don’t fall for some unrealistic romantic notion that what this man made you feel is anything more than primal nature, is anything more meaningful than two animals just being . . . animals.
Those trees at the edge of the wood beyond the highway rustle as if they’re whispering to me, and I blink and glance over at Hawk. He’s silent, thoughtful, those dark eyes looking at me with a strange softness, almost like he knows what I’m thinking, feels my doubt, my conflict, my turmoil. It’s almost like he can see inside me with those eyes, like he is inside me in some weird way.
I gasp when I remember that shit, Hawk is most definitely inside me in the most physical, most fundamental way in all of the natural world! His semen is still warm, still heavy, still thick in my vagina, still slowly oozing down the insides of my thighs.
“No,” I say out loud, shaking my head and forcing a smile. I’m still leaning against the front seat, my knees on Hawk’s leather jacket, his body still against mine. For all the doubt that’s making my head spin, I haven’t pulled away from Hawk, haven’t let go of him, haven’t moved a damned inch. It’s like my body doesn’t give a damn about the nonsense my overdeveloped brain is whipping up. It knows that Hawk is my man. It knows that I’m his woman.
It knows that this is forever.
“Yes,” I say, realizing I sound like a lunatic right now, saying no and then yes like I’m having a conversation with myself. But when I see Hawk smile with an understanding that surprises me, I break into a big grin and burrow my face into his broad chest, giggle against his hard muscle, take a deep breath of his masculine musk. “OK, I’m crazy. Don’t listen to me.”
“I thought you said Mother Nature was the craziest cat of them all,” Hawk whispers down to me, cupping my head with his big hand and stroking my hair in the most tender, soothing way. The thought comes to me that this man has taken lives with those same hard, calloused hands that are touching me with an intoxicating gentleness, and
I’m shocked when I find myself simply burrowing deeper into his protective embrace rather than recoiling and getting the hell away from him! What would Mama say if she saw me now, saw me with a man like this?
“If he’s got more’n one tattoo, run like hell,” Mama had told me years ago, the evening before my first date ever. I was just sixteen, and the guy was my age, clean-cut and sweet, polite to the extreme. There were no tattoos in that guy’s future. I wasn’t gonna make the same mistake Mama made with my missing-in-action loser of a dad. She’d never forgive me.
“More’n one tattoo means he can’t make up his fucking mind,” Mama would say. “Means he’s got more’n one iron in the fire. Means you’ll never be the only one.” She’d shaken her head and laughed in that wild way she had about her, and my eyes mist over as I think back to her last days, when Alzheimer’s and dementia had ravaged her brain and body to the point where there was nothing the doctors could do for her, when she was taking so many pills she could barely swallow her evening dose, when I finally just brought her home and did what I could to make her comfortable.
“So much going on in that head of yours,” comes Hawk’s voice, and I blink as I look up into his eyes. “Is your life still flashing before your eyes, Helen of Troy?”
I smile and shake my head. “I was thinking about my mother, for some reason. Maybe because you mentioned Mother Nature, I guess.”
Hawk grunts and looks down at me. Then his eyes narrow like he just thought of something. “Does she live with you? Fuck, she might be in danger too. We’ll have to get her to a safe spot too, right fucking now. The Vipers have your car license plate number. They can find out a lot about you, where you live, where your parents live, where your—”
I feel that strange warmth flow through me again as I look up at this tattooed killer with surprise. Is he actually worried about my mother, about protecting my family too? “Mama’s beyond their reach,” I say softly, blinking up at him as I let that warmth roll through me until I’m basking in a glow that feels like . . . feels like . . . feels like . . . love?
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