by Ryder Dane
The pulse throbbing through his cock let her know that she must be doing it right. She drew back to fill her lungs with air and she could have sworn that he whimpered. The addition of a third finger into her tender depths, rewarding her efforts, gave her reason to explore and search out the places on his body that gave him as much pleasure as he was giving her. She pinched the skin on his ball sack and pulled it away from where it was tightly snuggled under the shaft of his cock.
His hips raised and she pulled her mouth off of his cock so she could explore his body while she had him shaking and vulnerable. She kept one hand wrapped tight around his beautiful cock and gave the head a last quick lick before venturing to the top of his root and nuzzling his lightly furred mound. Her other hand was running under his tight balls and sliding up inside the crack of his ass, and he spread his legs a small ways which she took as an invitation for her to continue.
Dutch gasped out loud. “Fuck, you’re good. Hang on baby, let’s flip you over so I can fuck you deep. You’re so fuckin’ sexy, I can’t wait any longer.”
She cried out when his fingers left her begging cunt. Before she knew what he was dong, she found herself on all fours and his knees were planted between her spread thighs. His thick cock was sliding into her pussy with ease and she groaned. He set a slow deep pace at first but after a few strokes, he increased the speed and power of his thrusts. She could feel his cock pulse deep inside of her grasping inner nerve riddled flesh, but when he stuck a wet thumb through the tight ring of her asshole, she screamed between her teeth and gave herself over to the orgasm that was taking her into breathless oblivion.
She was flinching by the time he finished filling her with his heated cum. The feeling of that heat being sent into her depths felt good and soothed the slide of his cock as it pulled out of her pussy. She hadn’t been a virgin when they’d first enjoyed sex. Nor was the next time or the next bothersome. She was feeling it now, and had to recognize that she needed a long soak and maybe a few hours rest to heal the soft tissues, before trying to do that again.
*****
They were sitting on the covered balcony watching the storm clouds dumping rain onto the steaming pavement of the parking lot. Kylie explained her side of what had happened since she met Stalker and Bull.
“He scared me. You were lying there helpless, but I knew that they were friends of yours. They wouldn’t hurt you. I almost screamed my head off when Billy walked into the room with your friend. When he grabbed me and demanded to know who I was, it was all I could do not to scream and try to kill him.”
She shrugged and watched the lightning light up the sky over the shopping mall. “I have to go back to Lexington, I cannot hide out forever. I don’t want to. I have to find out exactly what happened to my family. My father wasn’t the man that I remember calling Dad. He was actually my brother, and his wife I called Mom. My father was a judge that lost my mother, his wife, when I was a tiny baby I think. No one can remember who she was, or what happened to her. I asked the lawyers to find that out.”
She raised a hand and let the raindrops flow down to her wrist, before turning her hand over and shaking off the water. “I have been avoiding Attorney Houston since I got a bad vibe from talking to him the last time in his office. He was almost hostile. He wanted DNA tests, and he wanted to know what I planned on asking for from my relatives’ estates. He is a creepy bastard, and I am thankful that I trusted my instincts and went to the other law firm to have them represent me.”
She came back towards him where he was propped against the wall. She cradled his face in her palms and leaned in for a quick kiss. She planted herself next to him and told him about meeting Teresa. “She was so snooty for the first three minutes. When the second fingernail popped off I almost laughed out loud. If she hadn’t been so miserable I would have. We talked, I helped her and then you showed up. I need to go back and face whatever comes my way.
“You can understand that, can’t you? I appreciate that your club isn’t going to try to make me disappear again, but I still need to deal with anything that helps me discover what happened and what is going to happen. I can’t say that I don’t care about money, I do. I want to know if the money is there or if there wasn’t any money. I just need to know, that’s all I can say, I want closure, I missed that, now I have the chance to get answers and that will help a lot.”
Dutch nodded and pulled her body into his embrace. The rain was not letting up and the wind whipped the drops of water in a spritz of cold water on their heated skin. He lowered his head and kissed her parted lips. She turned around, still embraced within his arms and he let her lie back on his chest while they watched the wind whipping through the trees and the lightning dive down to zap a distant spot that they could not pinpoint from where they stood. He made up his mind and gave her a quick squeeze before letting her loose with a quick slap on her butt cheek.
“I need to call Race and War. I’ll explain your thoughts, but if they don’t agree, you’re going to hop your happy little ass on my scoot and not give me any grief about it. We’ll keep going to Braxton Hills. Deal?”
She took her time deciding but ended the subject with a nod of her head. She walked around him and into the room. He might think that she would let him and his club tell her what to do, but she didn’t plan on going anywhere until she had the answers that she wanted. She owed it to herself. She had allowed too many other people to control her life, it was time to grab her destiny in both hands and then decide what she wanted.
The new relationship with Dutch was great, and she could keep the fantasy of him belonging to her alive in her mind if she left him before he walked away from her. She couldn’t imagine that sex with another man could top what they’d shared, but she would want to find a man to love in a permanent way eventually. Being alone for most of her life, even with the two people that she had come to almost love as family, made her hunger for a loving family all her own.
She admitted that she was used to Job and Naomi, and had depended on them as parental figures. When they were hauled off in handcuffs, all she had felt was disgust and anger. The anger was for leaving her alone to fend for herself, and the disgust was because neither of them had ever worked an honest day in their lives that she knew of. Not that she had worked for a paycheck anywhere, but she was not the one being led off in handcuffs either.
Chapter 14
“She wants to go back and deal with the lawyer herself.” Dutch listened to Race bitching at him and yawned. He hadn’t slept well and the rain was making him long for a nap. Preferably one with Kylie being held in his arms with his cock buried deep and snug inside of her warm, wet pussy.
“Look, I can’t blame her for not wanting to look over her shoulder for the foreseeable future. She doesn’t trust me completely, I know that. Hell, she told me about Bull, and I can see why she has no trust. If Houston keeps the contract on her, he can be dealt with, too. No one will miss him much. He’s a shady fucker, so he must have a few other enemies and people with an ax to grind.”
Race didn’t like it, “I have reservations about this. The more I hear about Wolfy’s retirement package, the more nervous I get. Your girl is just the first of the stashed leverage that he kept hidden. I have the bank statements and from what Numbers says, Wolf had a bean counter on the payroll that has been taking care of the babysitting money. I shut the pipeline down so he can’t touch the club’s accounts now. He is cooperating with our questions and has the information about two other kids that have been hostages.
“By the way, you need to call Baron, he has some heavy shit to tell you about Roark. I don’t have time right now. Take her back and if you need to, take care of the lawyer. He’s a crooked fucker and crooked fuckers like him can be dangerous. If he can’t be persuaded to cancel the contract, he dies. If you make him aware, he might be reasonable, but that is not gonna happen given his history.”
They ended the call and curiosity got the best of Dutch. What in the hel
l could Baron have to tell him that was important enough for Race to mention? His damned battery was all but dead on his cell phone, so he went back to the room he shared with Kylie and plugged the damned thing into the charger cord. It would probably take an hour or so to recharge the battery, so when Kylie strolled out of the bathroom in an oversized t shirt and nothing but a skimpy pair of panties, he knew what they could do to fill the time. He cocked his head to the side and gave her a smile.
Kylie knew that he had something on his mind and from the way his jeans were bulging in the front, she could safely bet that her involvement would be needed. She pretended that she didn’t see that smile on his handsome face as she hopped up on the bed and leaned over to reach the remote that was on the night stand closest to the window.
She knew that he was getting a good look at her ass, but she felt like teasing him to see what he would do. She had a hard time keeping the smile from her lips, but ended up squealing when his hand landed on her inner thigh, snug up at the slit of her pussy. She felt her body release its slick wetness and moaned. He held her in place with a hand on her back while his long fingers explored the source of the wetness soaking the thin line of material that was now bunched in between her damp lower lips.
Dutch moaned when he felt the wetness on his fingertips. “You know that I’m in the mood to stay in this bed with you for the rest of the day, right?” His fingers worked deep inside of her tight cunt and he pulled them back so he could undress faster.
Her knees were slightly bent and spread wide enough for his body to lie between her legs. His hands lifted her at the juncture of her thighs and torso. Feeling his warm breath on her slit gave her reason to gasp and groan as he kissed the puffy lips that begged for his attention.
She whimpered when he drew back and she gripped the sheet as she was flipped over so Dutch could gain a better angle to her body’s secrets. She barely heard him when he knelt between her legs with his hands spanning her inner thighs and he gazed down.
“You have no idea how pretty you look right now. I don’t lick a snatch often, but all I can think about is the taste of your juice on my tongue. I want it, and you’re going to have to beg me to stop. Look at the way those lips are gripping the cloth. Yeah baby, just lay back and enjoy yourself.”
She felt the material snap and her thighs were spread even wider to accommodate his wide shoulders. He wasn’t delicate about tasting her either. It was as if he dove into a bowl of melting ice cream and wanted to lap up every drop. His fingers pulled her lips apart and the first finger from each hand slid inside of her body and pulled her hole wider for his tongue to tickle her tender flesh. It was such a crazy feeling that she grabbed the t shirt and yanked it up so she could grab her breasts and roll her nipples while her hands opened and closed on each breast.
He was buried to his nose inside of her pussy slit and when he slipped a long finger into her ass, she lifted her hips and let go of her tits to grab at his hair and pull him up to kiss his lips that still held her essence. She was clenching her fingers and digging them into his scalp as she rode out the first orgasm. The next one commenced almost as soon as his cock was seated deep inside of her body. Her legs ringed his hips and she tightened them to pull him down harder as he tried to pump his hips.
He locked his mouth over her collar bone and sucked hard as he lost the battle to move to enhance their pleasure. Her pussy was clamped onto his cock so strong that he gave up and enjoyed the clenching and release as long as his cock stayed hard. By the time he slipped from her body, his cock was too sensitive for a second go round any time soon. He rolled off of her as she gasped for breath.
“I don’t know what it is about you, but damn if I can walk into a room without wanting to fuck you. This is becoming a habit.”
Kylie smiled and stretched her arms over her head. She rolled over and pillowed her head on her folded hands. “Would it scare you off if I said that I get wet just about every time I think about you? It is embarrassing, you have no idea how uncomfortable it is to wear wet panties for a few hours at a time. Almost the entire ride before the tornado I was trying to come to grips with knowing that I found you attractive and wasn’t going to do a thing about it.”
She propped her upper body up and crawled over to him where he was lying on his back, with his head turned towards her.
“I don’t know what if anything will come of this attraction between us. Don’t lie to me, I can see the way that you are trying to rationalize it away.” She touched his bottom lip with a finger and backed off from the frown darkening his features. “If you can say that what we have is just routine or an itch that you need to scratch, then fine. Just don’t expect me to hang around for you to be ready to play fuck me with.”
Her fingernail flicked his nipple and she rolled over to the opposite side of the big bed. “I’ll wake up in an hour or so if you want to go get something to eat. Having sex with you takes a lot of energy and I will be starving soon.” She grabbed the pillow and snuggled down into its softness.
He shook his head and draped the sheet over her curled up body before heading to the shower. Damn women, always putting limits and conditions on things that should be simple and uncomplicated. What was wrong with sharing a few hours of damned good sex? He wasn’t asking her for anything but her time and her pleasure. She enjoyed everything that they’d done and he damned well knew it.
He pulled his jeans up over his hips and tucked his limp dick away. It was time for him to stop fucking around and take care of the threat to Kylie. At least he would be able to ride away afterward knowing that he’d paid the debt that he owed her. It wouldn’t be easy, but he was way too young to think about nesting. Even if that nest had a pretty little woman for him to come home to each day. His friends like Stalker and Hoss never wanted to be owned heart and soul by any female. When he saw the way Fanny caused poor Hoss to lose his shit every other day and for no good reason either, it worried him.
Would he be so possessive if another man hit on Kylie? He hoped not. The sad truth that he had to face was that the thought of another man enjoying her body like he had been enjoying her body for the two days that they’d been together, didn’t set well at all. Being twisted up in knots when he was buried deep inside of her was one thing. Being ready to kill a brother over a pretty piece of ass was entirely another.
He closed the door as quietly as he could once he was dressed and unplugged his phone from the charger.
He walked down the flight of steps and stood under the walkway overhang to make his call. It bugged the hell out of him to have to make this fucking call when Race should have told him the big secret already. He hated all of the drama and shit that went with it. If you had something to say, good or bad, just come out with it. The thunder overhead matched his mood perfectly. It seemed that the heavens agreed with him when a lightning strike cracked from the sky to the ground down behind the credit union sign close to the road.
Stalker didn’t bother to beat around the bush. He knew that Dutch was not going to be happy after he was told the back story on Kylie and that fucker Roark. The tie in with Wolfman was just gonna frost this particular slice of shit cake.
“I’m just gonna tell you the whole thing. After I’m done, you can bitch all you want ‘cause I can hang up if you get too pissy.”
“Old Wolfy had a lot of greasy fingers in several places that the club didn’t know about. Did you ever hear about all of the kids he was said to have fathered over the years? He would fuck anything that would lay down or bend over long enough for him to shoot his load in. That old Geezer Taps was sitting in the back of the club playing cards with Mooch and they were talking about old Wolfman. A lot of that shit was funny nowadays, probably wasn’t so damn funny at the time. Taps was talking about the time they were on a run and it was so fuckin’ hot that they stopped by a damned irrigation pond and bucked down to skinny dip in the water trying to cool off. Old Wolfy was the first one to jump in and just when they all jumpe
d into the water and was cooling off, Wolf started to scream.
“Taps and another brother pulled him out of the water and bout laughed themselves silly. A goddamned fish had a hold on his dick, and that sucker wasn’t letting go. Everybody got out of the water and laughed their asses off all the while Wolf was pulling that thing off his dick. The funniest part about it was that the fuckers dick was hard as shit by the time he pulled it off.
“Long story short, Wolfy damned near drowned Kneeler for asking him how it was that he had so many bastards running around if that little dick was all he had to use to get a bitch pregnant. Wolf was known to brag that he had more brats than anyone else in the club. Fucker was lucky that most of the women were smart enough not to push for child support. Can you imagine the hell he would put a little kid through?”
Dutch rolled his eyes but had to smile about the fish story. He’d heard something about Wolf having reasons to hate fish, but he thought the man had an allergy or something. The deal with fathering a ton of kids that don’t know who their father was sucked. It was the kind of classless shit that the old Prez was famous for, but still a real man took responsibility for his kids. What all of this information about Wolf was important to what Stalker had to tell him was still a mystery and he told Stalker so.
“That’s pretty funny alright, but what does Wolfman have to do with this information that Race says needs to come from you and not him? I’m standing outside in the fucking rain and that is thunder and lightning that you are hearing in the background. Do you think you can get to the point before I get fried by a stray bolt of lightning?”
He heard the sigh from Stalker in his ear and felt the back of his neck tense up. Stalker was like him. The man was as straight as they came and if he was hesitating about something it must be important.
