After the introductions, Peggy and Bob looked at each other with a familiar expression on their faces. Peggy said, "The girls need to talk for a moment. Bob, take Isaac into the family room and show him your trophies." They waited until the men were gone, then Peggy turned to Chica, "Has Jada told you about our son's war injuries?"
"She mentioned it. She said he has a good heart. That's what's important."
"I hope you still think so after you've met him. He can't take being disappointed again." She examined the way Chica was dressed. Chica wore a short skirt and a blouse with a deep neckline, her bra pushing her cleavage upward. She had good legs and breasts, and she knew it. Peggy said, "You're lovely, dear."
Chica replied politely, "Thank you."
Peggy grinned, "Actually, 'You're lovely, dear' translated from middle aged mother speak means 'Damn you're hot'."
Chica laughed, "I like that better."
Peggy turned serious, "My son's a man, but he's wary. Other girls have hurt him. He may not pay much attention to you, but don't take it personally."
"I won't."
Peggy turned her head, "Bob, Isaac, bring John in now."
The women heard slow footsteps. Isaac walked in followed by Bob. A very heavy, muscular man walked up the steps from the family room to the front room. He carried his weight in his shoulders and chest. He had a big neck and a square head. "Ox" was exactly the right nickname for him.
He moved slowly with a cane. His left leg didn't work as well as it should have. His left sleeve was empty, and he had a long, jagged scar along the side of his face. It ran from just over his left eye down his face into his shirt. His expression was very guarded. He glanced at Chica for just a second then looked away.
Jada and Peggy gave him a hug. After that, everything seemed to stop. Everyone waited for John or Chica to do something. Chica took three steps and stood right in front of him, taking away his decision of whether to notice her or not.
Some relationships simply work because of the chemistry between two people. Others require that one of the two do exactly the right thing at exactly the right time for their relationship to go forward.
Chica put her fingertips on John's left cheek and turned his head to the side. She said, "Cool scars. What made them?"
John thought he'd gone to heaven. A gorgeous girl with big breasts hadn't run away when she saw him. She stayed right in front of him. She touched his scar.
His voice was happy. He didn't have to suffer an awkward dinner while the girl tried to look anywhere but at the left side of his face. He said, "Shrapnel took off my arm and hurt my leg. The scar came from pieces of the rear view mirror."
Chica stepped back and said, "I've got some. Want to see?"
He said, "Yes. Please."
Chica lifted her blouse up to her bra. She pointed to a puckered, round scar half an inch across that started just under her bottom rib. John touched it, "Forty five caliber?"
"Yes."
"Through and through?"
Chica held up her blouse in back and turned around so he could see the scar on her back. It was much bigger, at least three inches across. It was lower than the incoming wound.
John touched it, "Damn. This wasn't a military round. They don't spread open."
Chica continued, "Home made. Bastard sawed a cross on the bullet with a hacksaw. It spread out as it went through me."
John grinned, "Where's the other one? Or do I have to get to know you a little better before I get to see it?"
Chica grinned along with him, "Yes, you do. It isn't as spectacular, but it was more painful."
John looked at her with interest, "I'm glad it didn't kill you."
"So am I. I'm glad you're glad about it, too."
Dinner went well, by unspoken common consent, everybody but John and Chica kept quiet most of the time. John's combat stories and Chica's cop stories entertained everyone. Jada gave Isaac's hand a squeeze. He looked at her. She pointed quietly with her nose at John and Chica across the table. They weren't looking at each other, but their fingers rubbed together very softly.
After dinner, John and Chica wandered off while the rest of the family stayed in the kitchen. They ended up in Bob's office. John said, "You're wonderful. And rare. A woman with combat experience. And you didn't cringe when you looked at me."
Chica gave him a little kiss and whispered, "There's nothing wrong with you." She gave him another kiss, "I'm gonna be a little daring right now. I'm gonna give you a little enticement and explain my rules."
She paused for effect.
"I want you to remember that I'm a nice girl. I have morals and standards, but I think men sometimes need an incentive. So, here it is." She bent over as she had in front of Isaac, and held her blouse open. Her bra made her breasts look magnificent.
She continued, "Look some more. It's here for you and only you, but you have to earn it." She stepped back and pulled up her short skirt so it showed all of her legs, making sure just a hint of her pink, lace panties peeked out from under the skirt.
She turned her legs from side to side. He studied them as if they were on the test to keep living. She dropped her skirt and came close to him and asked, "Alright, do you like me?"
"You're wonderful. I'll remember this for the rest of my life."
"One more and I promise to stop. Police work was hard on me. My face isn't young and dewy any more. Look at me. Do I look too hard for you?"
John looked at her face intently. His expression softened. He didn't tell her she was a dream come true. Instead, he kissed her.
Chica's face and voice softened, "Good. I'm glad I passed inspection." She paused. "Now, I want you to tell me something, not because you're qualifying for something, but because I'll need to know it. What's your medical condition? What was damaged?"
John didn't say anything at first. He just looked at her. Finally, he said, "Do you realize how incredible you are? Most women would be running from me right now. You want to know what my injuries are." He kissed her again.
"Nothing that's going to get any worse. The shrapnel took my left arm and did some soft tissue damage in my leg. It's healed as much as it can The scar you've seen, but it hurts my good looks more than anything else."
She smiled. "Does everything else work?"
"Oh boy. Does it ever."
She stood very close to him.
"How soon do I get to see your other scar?" he asked,
She laughed, turned her back and hiked up her skirt to her waist. She lowered her panties and pointed to two scars on each side of her lovely butt. "The bullet hit me on one side of my rear end, rode along my pelvis and exited on the other side."
John said, "I've never met anyone with pretty scars before."
She dropped her skirt and faced him. "Play your cards right, soldier; and you'll see a lot more than that.
***
Isaac and Jada stayed away from sex for two weeks. Each night, they'd eat together, watch TV or play games then go to their separate beds. She always came back for extended cuddling. She loved to smell him and feel him move. He loved holding her.
They got horny, but kept it under control. Until the clubhouse nearly blew up with them in it.
Jada was helping Isaac with inventory. They were in the basement where the liquor was stored. She kept the records, and he counted.
Jada said, "Lovely ceremony today. You looked really nice in your uniform."
"Thanks. I don't wear it very often. If felt good."
"What are you going to do with your award?"
Isaac stopped for a moment, "It's too big to wear around my neck. I could put it on my car as a hood ornament, but that's illegal. I guess I'll just put it on my mantle piece." Isaac heard a cell phone ring.
Cops develop a good second sight about danger. Isaac's subconscious knew that there were only two cell phones in the clubhouse that could be downstairs. The members kept theirs with them, and they didn't come downstairs. Only Chica and Isaac carried cell phones into the
store room. Chica left hours earlier. Isaac watched her walk to her bike talking on her cell. His cell sat in his back pocket and wasn't ringing.
The sound came from the back of the storeroom and sounded muffled, as if it were wrapped in cloth.
It took less than three-tenths of a second for Isaac's to realize the sound meant a bomb. He moved low to the ground and scooped up Jada by grabbing her mid-section. She was facing him and folded over his shoulder like a rolled up blanket.
Isaac worked out. He'd done so when he was a cop, doing rehab for his wound and since then because it felt good. His powerful legs pumped frantically. He could see the doorway fifty feet ahead of them. He heard a whooshing sound behind him and picked up speed.
He went through the door and dodged to his left just before a fireball pushed through the doorway. He pointed himself down the front drive and across the street as bottles of flammable spirits boomed into flame.
He turned and watched flames devour his clubhouse. He heard Jada say, "Isaac, put me down."
He did. She joined him in mourning a really nice building with a lot of good memories.
They spent hours at the site. Word got around quickly. Other members joined them within minutes. Everybody hurt. It took hours to poke through the cinders and burnt tables.
Finally, everyone went home. Isaac and Jada sat on what had been the front porch of the clubhouse. Jada said, "I've got some practical questions to ask. Do you mind?"
His mouth said "yes". His eyes said, "I'm dying, let me."
Jada asked, "Did you have the financial records backed up offsite." He nodded. "Yes, we were good about that."
She continued, "Did you have full insurance coverage?"
His nod was less patient this time, "We made sure of that."
"Final question. Will you rebuild?"
Isaac whipped his head around to answer her with harsh language, and he stopped. He smiled. "I'll be damned."
"Um...what?"
"I wanted to tell you to stop bothering me. I looked at you and realized that I didn't want you to stop. You were asking the questions you should be asking, and I knew you were working with me to get us... Not just me, but us... through this bad period. By damn, I passed the test. How about you?"
"I passed, too. Usually, I get impatient when someone else has a problem. I wasn't. I also realized that I might be better able to handle the practical parts of this problem than you because you have so much invested here."
"We both passed." He stood up, kicking aside burnt debris, "I have to start investigating this as soon as I can."
Jada said, "Let's go home. You need food." She began humming. Isaac said, "Why are you humming?"
"Because I've got something for you that will almost make up for losing your clubhouse."
Isaac wasn't as mentally alert as usual. The night full of danger, grief and brotherhood with the other bikers wore him out. He said, "What do you have?"
"Me. For you."
Isaac looked at her, catching her meaning.
She continued, "We passed the test. We can sleep in the same bed." She stopped and kissed him, "And you can sleep on top of me."
Isaac grinned. He'd lost virtually all of his possessions and his main source of employment. He grinned anyway."
Chapter Six: Another Victim Rescued
They didn't get the chance to get together immediately. First, Isaac met with investigators from the arson department of the Arizona Criminal Investigations Division, so they could get the investigation started. He didn't get done until four in the afternoon. When he got home, he saw Jada curled up in bed, asleep and smiling.
He flopped on the sofa without taking his clothes off. He slept for six hours and woke up to the smell of enchiladas, refried beans, and rice. He staggered into the kitchen. Jada kissed him, and he made a phone call to the CID arson investigator. They'd completed the investigation and would meet in the morning. Isaac thanked him.
They sat down to eat. After they finished everything on their plate, Jada said, "I hope you liked that."
"I did."
"Now, we have dessert." She grinned at him then came around the table and sat on his lap. They necked and touched and tortured themselves with desire for a few minutes.
Jada said, "You love me, right?"
"Absolutely and for the rest of my life."
"Good. I don't have to pussyfoot around you anymore. Go take a shower. You stink. I'll clean up and meet you in the bedroom."
She got up and kissed him one more time.
Isaac got done with his shower and smelled nice and felt alert and ready. He came in the bedroom and passed Jada going into the bathroom. She said, "It will only take me a few minutes to get ready."
It took Jada a half an hour to pick out the right lingerie and do her hair, makeup, and everything else. She walked out to Isaac holding a blanket in front of her. It covered her from her neck to the floor. Isaac looked puzzled.
Jada said, "I have to tell you something, and you have to hear it. If I show you how I'm dressed, you won't hear anything I say. It won't take long, and it's important. Can you be patient for a moment?"
He said, "Yes. Take your time."
"Well. It's hard to say this. I'm not happy about it, but it never seemed to work out. Isaac, I'm a virgin." She waited for him to react.
He said, "That's fine. I'll take some extra time. You'll be alright."
"That's not it. No one wanted to take it. If the right man had asked I would have given it to him immediately. No one asked. That's humiliating."
Isaac stood up and walked over to her. "I'm asking. I love you, and I want you. Give it to me. I'll treasure it until the day I die."
She dropped the blanket. He kissed her. She murmured, "Please love me. I need you so much."
He stepped back, "I want to look at you."
Jada posed. She'd practiced it in front of a mirror with a Playboy magazine open to the centerfold. She turned slightly and bent her forward knee. She slid her hands up under her hair and stood up straight. Both movements lifted her breasts and made them more obvious. She'd chosen a sheer, low-cut, long gown the same color as her eyes. Her curvy body showed through the fabric as she breathed. Isaac stared. In fact, he looked like a man hit squarely between the eyes with a heavy board.
Jada walked up to him and kissed him then pulled his shorts down to his ankles. She held his hard cock in her warm hands.
Isaac said, breathlessly, "No fair. You have to take off your clothes, too."
Jada dropped the straps off her shoulders and shrugged. The lovely nightgown made a graceful pool of sheer fabric at her feet. She kissed Isaac for a long time, until he lifted her with his hands under her butt. He raised her up until her beautiful breasts were at the level of his mouth. She wrapped her legs around him and brought him into her left breast. He kissed her nipple and rubbed his face against her breast. She cradled his head in her arms and rubbed her cheek against his hair.
He took a while to finish with her left breast and then her right. She was moaning softly while he did it. He laid her down on the bed with her legs hanging off the edge. He bent her knees and spread her open. She rubbed her hand across her pussy and said, in a very tiny voice, "What do you think of me, of my body?"
He lowered himself down. Just before he put his mouth on her pussy, he said, "Perfect. Absolutely perfect." He spread her pussy lips and clamped his mouth down on her, covering her completely.
She smiled broadly as she felt his tongue on her clitoris and running up and down her inside lips. He put her legs on either side of his head. She crossed her ankles over his back. He held her breasts and nipples in his hands and worked on all three at once.
Ten minutes later, Jada's voice became frantic as she said, "Isaac? Isaac? Shouldn't we stop now? I want the whole thing."
He moved quickly to put his cock inside the opening of her pussy. He was careful not to show it to her. It was big. She was tiny. He pushed. She was hot and slick. He slid in easily. Her vagina spre
ad open in front of his cock, just as it was supposed to. She stared at the ceiling and said, "Oh my." She glanced down between them.
"Raise up. I want to see you doing it." Isaac lifted her body a few inches. Jada's mouth dropped open as she watched a very big cock disappear inside her hips. She reached down an touched it. "It's going inside me. It's the first one I've ever had inside me. It's so big. I feel so full. It feels wonderful."
They both felt it hit her maidenhead. She kissed him, breathless and happy. Her body was covered in a thin layer of sweat. Her breasts had swollen a third again bigger and veins stood up on her round, soft breasts. Her nipples could have cut glass.
Isaac pushed gently against her little piece of tissue. As if ashamed of causing her so much worry, it parted completely and painlessly. Isaac pushed inside her until his cock nestled into the back of her vagina.
She said, "This is wonderful. Can we do this every day?"
"Yes." He started moving out then in, rubbing against her entire vagina.
She gasped, "I didn't know it would feel this good"
"The best is yet to come."
He had endurance. He kept penetrating and withdrawing for another ten minutes until Jada tightened her belly and flailed her arms and legs. She arched her back and grunted over and over. He stayed with her as she settled down. After a few seconds, she did it again, slower and quieter.
She subsided into the mattress. Her arms and legs relaxed. She glowed.
She touched his cheek, "You need to finish now."
He nodded and began to pump vigorously until he slammed inside her all the way and stayed there. His vigorous effort made her hips shake. She didn't change her expression.
She felt the warmth of his semen. She gasped twice and said, softly, "That's part of you. It's inside me. Part of you is living inside me."
Isaac slowly came down from his orgasm. He floated down on Jada and settled into her. She could feel his softening cock inside her, and his body pressing her into the mattress. She felt hugged and safe and content. She closed her eyes and rubbed her cheek against his.
"I love you."
"I love you, too."
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