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Copyright© 2016 Beth D. Carter
ISBN: 978-1-77233-835-5
Cover Artist: Jay Aheer
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DEDICATION
A big thanks to CR Moss for being such an awesome human being and an even more awesome friend.
This story is for JEM. You know why.
WICKED MAN
Forgotten Rebels MC, 2
Beth D. Carter
Copyright © 2016
Prologue
Abbott looked down at the brightly wrapped present and hoped Chadwick liked her gift. She hadn’t seen him in a week and all her calls were sent right to voicemail. She nibbled on her bottom lip, working the tender skin with her teeth as she thought back to the previous Saturday night. They’d cruised through their small town, like usual, meeting up with friends and drinking beer others had managed to steal from the various gas stations around town. Eventually everyone had decided to party at the abandoned farmhouse out on Route M, and in one of the back rooms, his kisses eventually led to heavy petting. Before she realized what was really happening, her clothes from the waist down had disappeared and so had Chadwick’s.
Only they hadn’t finished the deed, and she didn’t know why. The beer managed to obscure most of her memories but she vaguely remembered feeling his penis between her thighs, and even in her drunken state she knew what was about to transpire. Then all of a sudden he’d stopped, told her to get dressed, and he’d taken her home.
Now it was a few days before Christmas and she hadn’t seen or heard from him all week. She’d used every penny in her savings to buy him the present in the small box and hoped he understood what she was trying to convey.
The motorcycle club he lived with owned the only mechanic shop in town, and cars littered the small parking lot, all needing chains on their wheels for the upcoming winter storm the weatherman had predicted. Already the stores were bare of milk and toilet paper. Typical for people losing their minds at the word snow.
Abbott didn’t pretend to know what the club was about, except for the fact the men wore leather jackets and rode Harley-Davidson motorcycles. Chadwick had already been part of the group when they’d started dating. Her parents might not like it but he’d always been polite with them and never broke her curfew, so they rarely had anything negative to say. Still, she wasn’t allowed on his bike, which she was kinda sad about because it looked like a lot of fun.
Her nose wrinkled at the smell of stale grease and oil as she entered the garage. She immediately recognized one of the men working as Eric, Chadwick’s best friend, although most people called him Heart. He sprawled over the engine of a car, tinkering with whatever needed to be fixed, with his back to her. Like a chain of dominoes, she saw the mechanics nudge each other as she approached Eric, until someone whispered in his ear and he turned his head to glance at her over his shoulder. When she was only a few feet away, he straightened.
“Hi, Eric,” she said. “I’m looking for Chadwick. Is he working today?”
“Abbott,” he said in greeting. Unease filtered across his face as he pulled the rag from a back pocket to wipe his oil-stained hands in a moot effort to clean them. “Wick’s not here.”
His nervousness scared her.
“Where is he? I haven’t seen him all week. I thought we’d get together after my exams, but he’s not answering his phone.”
“Abbott, he ah … well shit. There’s no easy way to say this except Wick’s gone.”
She blinked. “Gone? Where? Christmas shopping?”
Eric sighed. “I meant he left, Abbott. Left town.”
Something tight squeezed around her heart, causing pain to erupt in her chest. She shook her head, denying his words. “No. You’re lying.”
“Listen, I’m sorry. He was promoted from being a prospect. And you know what that means.”
“No,” she said softly. “I don’t. He never discussed club business with me.”
“Well, that’s good to hear, I suppose. He left yesterday morning for basic.”
Absently, she realized that’s when she’d gone shopping for his present. While she was planning their future, he’d been leaving her behind. It took a moment for the meaning to sink in.
“Basic as in training?” she asked.
“Yeah,” he replied. “One of the requirements to be part of the MC is you have to serve in the military. So he joined the army.”
“But … but…”
All the breath left her in a swoosh. She didn’t know what to say, what to think. Her mind was blank except for Eric’s words knocking about in her head. Gone. Chadwick was gone.
“But … but…” she couldn’t seem to get past saying that. Shock had stolen her vocabulary so she shook her head to clear it. “But he never told me he was leaving.”
“I’m sorry, Abbott. He wants to live this life, so he had to join.”
In a daze she looked down at the brightly wrapped gift she still clutched. “I have a gift for him. How am I supposed to give it to him when I don’t know where he’s at?”
“He’ll be back one day,” Eric said with a shrug. “Basic training only lasts for six weeks or so. I think. Hopefully I’ll find out soon enough.”
Tears welled up in her eyes. “How could he leave without saying good-bye to me?”
Eric licked his lips and looked around, as if searching for a lifeline to help him out of the awkward situation. Abbott looked around too and saw the other men looking at her with pity in their eyes. She thrust the present into her coat pocket and turned away, running out of there as quickly as possible. Tears poured from her eyes, running down her cheeks and leaving cold tracks upon her skin.
How could he just … leave?
Why had he never told her of the requirements for being part of the club?
Did he not trust her?
Had she done something wrong?
He’d once told her he loved her, but had that been true?
Had anything he said been true?
Lost in her thoughts, she smacked into a hard object and bounced back, slipping on a patch of ice and falling on her butt. A hand reached down to her.
“Sorry about that, Abbott,” a deep voice said.
She looked up and saw the concerned face of Billy Walker. Billy was a few years older than her, with blond hair and striking blue eyes. Once upon a time she’d had a crush on him, but then Chadwick had asked her out and she’d forgotten all about Billy.
“Hey, did I hurt you? Why are you crying?”
She shook her head and placed her hand in his, letting him help her up. When she went to pull away, he gripped her hand tighter for a moment. She stared at the way he held her, at the whiteness around his knuckles as the skin stretched tautly. He had always been thin, but now he seemed almost gaunt. Red tinged the corner of his eyes, giving him a bloodshot look, although she didn’t smell any alcohol. He looked in desperate need of a good meal.
“No, I’m okay,” she said, and finally pulled her hand away. She wiped her face and took a deep breath in effort to rein in her emotions. “Thanks.”
“A pretty girl like you shouldn’t ever
cry, especially this close to Christmas,” he said.
His words were like a balm on her bruised soul. She saw his interest and he perused her from head to toe. Male appreciation etched in every line on his face.
“You want to get some hot chocolate?” he asked.
She resisted the urge to look behind her because she knew Chadwick no longer cared. If he didn’t want her then she would find someone who did.
Chapter One
I sneak up behind you, wrap my arms around you, and hug you tightly.
Abbott looked around her, glad the coffee shop was more or less dead near midnight and that she was sitting in a darkened corner. She always liked privacy when instant messaging Chadwick, especially when their talk turned into sexy time.
She typed back, I lean back and smile, glad to be in your arms.
I kiss the back of your neck.
So he wants to play, she thought. Mmmmm I turn within your arms. Rub my hands up and down your chest. Slide them a little lower. Oh hello! Is that a banana in your pocket or are you happy to see me?
I am very happy to see you, he typed. Up for a little play?
Was he kidding? Always, with you
I’m already very hard. Been thinking of you all day.
His words sent a jolt of electricity through her body. She’d fantasized about him for years and having him, even if it was through instant messaging, was more than she could ever have hoped for. Then I slide my hand inside your waist band. Start to rub you. Up and down your shaft.
There was a slight pause, then he typed, ohhh baby.
She could picture him sitting behind a desk, stroking his cock while they wrote to one another. It was beyond hot and her pussy grew slick with desire. Mmm … I think I want to swallow you down right now.
She wished she’d had the chance to give him a blow job, although she didn’t know the first thing about giving one back when they’d been dating eleven years ago. After all, she’d been a seventeen-year-old virgin.
I would love that.
So would she. I walk around you and sink to my knees. Free your cock.
It’s all yours, baby.
She crossed her legs and rolled her hips forward so the seam on her jeans hit her clit oh so right. How would he taste? Delicious she bet.
Oh Abbott, I feel so close to you right now
It wasn’t hard to imagine how big and long he’d be. Oh, love your cock! Love how hard it is. I cover the tip with my mouth. Cup your balls. I lick the drops of pre-cum dribbling out of the hole. You taste so good, Chadwick.
Yes, baby. Suck me down. That feels so good.
God, she loved it when he told her what to do during their sex play. Do you like when I rub my tongue through the hole?
I love it, he typed.
She let her imagination take over and bucked her hips forward. The unyielding jean material provided a delicious friction to her clit. I slide my lips down as far as they can go. Take you all the way in until it hits the back of my throat.
Oh yes, Abbott. I arch back my neck and moan. I run my hands through your hair.
She reached up and buried her own fingers in her hair to give it a strong yank. Not hard, but just enough to provide a wonderful contrast to the bliss happening between her legs. I use my throat muscles to swallow you down. I'm almost gagging. God, I love it. Love how you taste.
I'm getting close.
It gave her a wonderful sense to power to know she was giving him pleasure, even if it was his hand doing the actual work. It didn’t diminish what they shared together. I dig my nails into your ass cheeks.
Ooooohhhhh, Abbott!
I want to swallow your cum, she typed quickly. She licked her lips, wishing she really could swallow his release.
Sorry it’s quick, but feels so good.
She wanted to make him come. I fuck your cock with my mouth. Up and down. Rub the area behind your balls. So good.
Oh God. Abbott… Fuck! I’m coming!
So was she. Even reading the words, the pressure against her sensitive nub was too much. Biting her lip to keep from screaming, she rode out the wave. I'm swallowing you down. I'm catching every drop. Mm… So good.
There was a good few minutes pause before he typed a response.
Abbott … Abbott. Holy shit, that was nice. I pull you up to kiss your lips, tasting me on your mouth. So sexy
She loved it when he did that, even in their virtual reality. I kiss you back. That was nice, Chadwick.
I whisper in your ear that I’m just getting started.
Her heart thumped with excitement. Oh yeah?
I hear your pussy, calling my name
Her pussy had been calling his name for years. Her heart too. My pussy could use a bit of loving.
I gently squeeze your pussy with my hand.
Abbott checked around the coffee shop again, making sure she was still alone in the back booth. Should I lie down?
Yes, he wrote. I guide you down onto your back, kiss your neck.
She had to bite her lip to keep back a moan. Oh yes. I love your hands on me.
I bow down between your legs. My hands slowly move from your breasts, downward. As my hands reach your legs, I wrap my arms around your knees and pull them up.
It was so vivid her pussy throbbed and clenched, wanting him to fill it. I moan.
I bend down and slide my tongue around the outer lips of your pussy.
She couldn’t help but slip a hand down the waistband of her jeans. Her pussy was slick with her previous climax. Feels great, Chadwick.
Suck on your sensitive clit. Then slide my tongue inside of you.
She pressed a finger inside and undulated upon her hand. I can't help but thrust my hips up, wanting your tongue deeper.
Your sweet taste fills me.
Oh yes, Chadwick. I'm so turned on. How could words and imagination leave her panting for more?
My tongue moves deeper inside and my chin rubs against you as I lick your inner walls.
She was ready to explode a second time. She fingered herself faster. Oh! I'm close. If you rub my clit I'll come
He obliged immediately. My lips wrap around your swollen clit and suck.
Oh, can I come? Please?
Yes, come baby.
His words freed her and she came immediately. Soaring high, a breathless little gasp erupted but at that point she couldn’t care less if anyone realized she was pleasuring herself.
Mm, I wish I could lick up your sweet juices, baby.
She smiled. She wished he could too. Oh Chadwick, that was amazing. I'm going to sit here for a moment because my knees are shaking.
And as your juices drip from my mouth, I’d move up and slide my hard cock into you.
Holy crap? More? I can't believe you're hard again.
You do that to me. You’ve always done that to me, Abbott.
Just like that, the tempo once more changed. The play was gone, replaced with an intensity that took her breath away. Once more her body quickened with need, and she wanted to be under him while he fucked her hard and fast.
But that was one thing they couldn’t have. All they were allowed was the brief moments inside their chat world.
Fuck me, Chadwick. Cum in me.
I slide easily into your wet pussy
Yes. You feel so good in me.
I thrust hard and deep.
Oh God, I love it. I wrap my legs around your waist. Push my hips up. Meet your thrusts. Harder. I dig my fingernails into your ass.
If given the chance, she’d never let him leave. She’d hold him in her forever.
Bite me, Chadwick. Mark me
I bite down on your nipple, leaving teeth marks.
Her nipples had always been sensitive. Yes! God, yes!
Faster. My balls bang against you. Breathing heavy.
The scene was so vivid and erotic that she was on the precipice all too quickly. She finger fucked herself harder. I'm going to come!
You tighten around my cock. I can feel
you, Abbott.
Oh Chadwick! Yes!
For the third time, she came from her own stimulation. In her mind, however, it was Chadwick fucking her hard and deep, completing her in ways she’d never thought possible.
Me too, baby. I’m coming too. Oh fuck! I love that our cum is mixed together
Oh Abbott … oh Abbott.
Her body was drained. She slumped down and pulled her hand from her jeans. Her musk wafted up as she wiped her juices off her fingers with a napkin. I'm shaking all over.
You’re amazing, Abbott. Christ, I've got to catch my breath. You wore me out.
Abbott smiled. She was planning on leaving tomorrow, heading onto the next town. She’d be offline for a day or so. It was good to have this moment with him to sustain her.
I love you, Chadwick.
Love you too, babe.
She never thought she’d see those words from him, although she wished she could hear them instead of read them. Still, it was more than she ever thought she’d have with him. A warmth filled her, love that she thought unreciprocated and wasted had her heart filled to the brink.
As she reached for her cup of tea, she happened to glance at the large window that dominated the front of the coffee shop and caught a glimpse of a tall, blond-haired man under the streetlight. As if sensing her gaze upon him, he abruptly pushed off the lamp post and turned the corner to disappear out of sight. She couldn’t see his face clearly, but she didn’t need to. His height, the posture, even the quick gait… Abbott knew exactly who the man was, just as she knew he was toying with her again. For a moment, her heart stopped in fear before launching out of control with terror.
He’d found her again.
Despair consumed her as she quickly turned off her laptop before grabbing her bag to stuff her possessions inside. Damn it! How did he track her down time and again? It was like he had a sixth sense about her, or a crystal ball. Had to be fucking magic the way he found her over and over.
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