Charity

by Davida Lynn

  There was a bare leg dangling off the end of a blue couch in front of me. As I got closer, Tanner became visible. His body was sprawled out on the couch, a small, Mexican-style blanket half-hanging on the floor. He was in just a pair of briefs, and I took in his body. Considering how much he’d seen of my own, I didn’t feel a lick of shame or guilt.

  One large tattoo covered his chest. It was a huge eagle with its wings spread from pec to pec. His arms and legs had more tattoos, including one that wound up his bicep to his neck. There was another Rising Sons tattoo on one arm, as well as a fair share of pin-up girls. The ink made him look tougher and more dangerous, and I know I stared far longer that I should have.

  I thought he was well-built with his clothes on, but in just his briefs he looked like an absolute beast. His muscles were massive and toned, bulging even in his relaxed state. I hated to admit that I was getting turned on thinking about his naked body against mine. He would make me feel so petite.

  Then I remembered the warm feeling of being carried out of my car and to the house. He had barely reacted to my weight.

  Straight to the shower with you, Jenny. Straight to the shower.

  After a little hunting, I found the bathroom. I opted for a hot shower instead of the cold one, and it was a welcome relief. The heat and gentle massage of the water was soothing and calming.

  I stood with my hands against the tile as the water poured over me. Steam rose up and swirled around me, but the thoughts wouldn’t fade. Seeing Tanner nearly naked, thinking about him stripping me—it was all too much. I knew if I stayed in that shower much longer, my hands would roam more than my thoughts, so I twisted the handle around until the water ceased.

  With the towel wrapped tight and tucked between my breasts, I crept back to the bedroom to collect my clothes. I figured that the least I could do was make some coffee and breakfast for Tanner.

  I stood at the foot of the large bed. Inside his nightstand, I found what I suspected would be there. I headed back down the hallway, still in the towel. I could do a hell of a lot better than breakfast.

  This time, I didn’t stop behind the couch. I walked around between it and a coffee table with Motor Trend magazines stacked in a pile. I took in Tanner’s hard body once again, this time letting my desire and heat run wild without abandon. I sunk to my knees, placing my hand gently on his cock through the briefs.

  He stirred, but stayed asleep. His cock did not stay dormant, though. I could feel it beginning to grow as soon as I touched it. I must have been distracted at the club, because I realized just how big he was as he became fully erect at my touch. I bit my bottom lip and smiled. Tanner let out a deep moan, but it was soft, and it didn’t betray his sleep.

  With the greatest of care, I reached beneath his briefs and traced down the thick shaft. He twisted on the couch, lying flat on his back, one leg bent, turning over to give me a better angle

  I wrapped my fingers around his girth and began to slide up and down with a soft touch. He groaned again, louder this time. I smiled and looked up at his face. It was twisting in pleasure and confusion. I could only imagine the dreams he was having.

  Turning my attention back to his cock, I began to salivate. I wanted to take him into my mouth, but I’d never be able to pleasure his snake and not wake him. It turned out to be too late.

  I felt his hand snatch my wrist. I gasped and turned back to see a smiling, hungry-looking man. “Just what in the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

  I smiled. The devil was in my eyes. “I’m getting what I want, and in return, I’m giving you what I know you want. This is business. Deal?”

  Tanner gave a look like he knew exactly what I was talking about. That was good. I really didn’t want to explain it in any greater detail. I was dying for his body, and judging by the throbbing member less than an inch from my lips, he was feeling similarly.

  “This is about the best fuckin’ business deal I’ve ever been party to.”

  I rolled my eyes, “Shut up and fuck me, Tanner.”

  I unwrapped the condom and slid it over his cock. As soon as I did, he spun to a sitting position, one leg on either side of me. With my hand still on his manhood, he put each leg on the coffee table. When Tanner kicked it back, I jumped. Lifting my hand until I stood, Tanner never took his eyes from mine. He spun me around and let go of my wrist.

  The strong biker ripped the towel from my body. I gasped as it flew behind the couch. I stood there before him, naked, dampness still in my curls. I smiled down at him. If there was one thing I was comfortable with, it was being naked. I felt even more comfortable in front of Tanner than some of my regulars at the Stem.

  I watched his eyes rove over my form. His hands came up to cup my breasts. He was rough and strong, sending pleasure throughout my body. In that moment, I knew he would please me like never before.

  I looked down to see his massive cock throbbing just beneath his briefs. He must have caught me looking, because he slid his underwear down, exposing his hard shaft. As promised, without a word, he pulled me to his lap. I held onto his muscular shoulders as he guided his cock into my tight, wet hole. He grabbed my curvy hips and slid me down hard.

  I cried out as he rocked me up and down on his shaft. If the stereotype about black guys was true, Tanner could have easily passed as one. He split me open and filled me like it was my first time all over again.

  His large, rough hands dug into my soft flesh as he demanded pleasure from my body. I bounced up and down as he filled me. Tanner let go of my hips and began to lift me by my ass. Everything he did was so rough and powerful.

  Before I knew what was happening, he stood, lifting my weight like I was nothing. He slammed me against a wall, thrusting upward as he held me in place. My hands were frantic. I tried to grab onto something for leverage, but my body was failing me. I laughed and wrapped my arms around his neck. My breasts shook as he fucked me harder and harder. The sheer manliness of it all made me explode.

  I cried out, and he muffled the moans of ecstasy with a hard kiss. His tongue invaded my mouth as I came hard. I closed my eyes tight and held onto him as he kept up his onslaught. His groaning grew louder, and I dug my nails into his skin as he held my body against the wall.

  Tanner came hard, grunting and thrusting deeper than he ever had. He pushed inside my depths and held there as he unloaded. I cried out at the feeling of his throbbing cock spreading my pussy wide open. Tanner leaned his head against my chest, kissing my tits, grunting and panting.

  He managed to breathe out one word: “Fuck…”

  Tanner carried me down the hallway after he had recovered. With a power that got me going all over again, he tossed me onto the large bed. I giggled, admiring his hunky body.

  He left the bedroom, and I turned to watch him. I heard him start the shower, and soon heard the water splashing over his body. I laid there for a while listening to him. I would have gotten up, but I didn’t think I had the strength. After a while, I pulled myself to the edge of the bed. Setting my feet on the cool wood floor, I stood and managed to stay standing.

  “Do I smell bacon?” he called from down the hall.

  I smiled from the kitchen. “You’d better be smelling eggs, toast, and coffee, too.”

  Tanner’s voice told me he was heading in my direction. I found myself tensing with anticipation. I hoped he’d like the outfit I was wearing.

  “You know, I do smell those things. But it’s funny, because I didn't have any of them in my fridge.” He stepped into the kitchen wearing only a pair of worn jeans and stopped.

  I faced him, wearing only his vest. It hung down perfectly, covering just enough of my breasts to entice. Tanner leaned against the doorframe, taking me in. There was a wide smile on his face as he watched me.

  “You know,” he said, “there’s normally a heavy price to be paid for touching a man’s cut.” I stared at him, wondering if he was going to punish me, part of me hoping he would. “But since you probably wore that to go get break
fast, I’ll let it slide.”

  He gave me a wink and headed to the small table. He grabbed a chair, spun it around, and sat in it backwards, facing me. I poured a cup of coffee and handed it to him. When I leaned forward, I saw him get an eyeful. It made me blush the tiniest bit.

  “Cream, sugar?”

  He took a deep breath with the mug right under his nose. “No, I prefer straight black, thanks.”

  My heart jumped. I hated Tanner for what he was doing to me. I was taught growing up that dating anyone but black guys would just cause way more trouble than it was worth. My mother had drilled that into me hard. Standing in front of Tanner, I thought about how much trouble Jason had caused me, and I decided that I wasn't going to worry about what my family thought. Besides, it was all business.

  We ate breakfast together. Then he carried me back to the bedroom and punished me for wearing his cut. He was rough in all the right places. He made me come three times; more than any other lover had done in one sitting. When he finished and released my hands from behind my back, I was sweaty, exhausted, and happier than ever. I hoped he was satisfied.

  Even though I’d taken a steaming shower when I’d first woken up, I was in need of it again. The water stung my ass where Tanner had spanked me when he was fucking me from behind. It was a beautiful reminder of something I’d never felt before: the dominance of a true lover.

  Jason had been domineering, but he was a selfish asshole. He tried to demand me to do things that I didn't want to do. Tanner was the complete opposite. He wasn't selfish. He knew what I wanted and needed, sometimes better than I did. Maybe he knew that I needed protection. Maybe in his mind, it didn’t start that way, but something had changed when he’d pulled the knife out of my tire.

  Whatever it was, I was having a hard time separating the sex from the emotions. As I washed him off my body, I leaned my head against the tiles in the shower, wondering what in the hell I had gotten myself into with Jason and what it would take to make it stop for good. Shaking my head, I twisted the shower handle off for the second time that day.

  Once I stepped out of the shower, I heard a whirring sound. I couldn’t tell what it was, but it sounded close by. It sounded like metal screaming against itself in a constant buzz.

  Back in Tanner’s bedroom, I looked out the window and almost screamed for poor Harvey. My car was missing its hood!

  I threw on my pants, socks, and the hoodie and ran to the door. Stepping outside, I was first struck by the brightness. We’d been inside all morning, and the flash of light and the breeze were like a wonderful wake-up call. I just wished I hadn’t woken up to part of my car missing.

  The metallic whirring picked up again, this time at a higher pitch, and I turned toward the garage next to Tanner’s house.

  I didn’t bother with shoes. There was a sidewalk that lead to the driveway and into the shop where I guessed he was working. On my tiptoes, I followed the sound through an open garage door.

  Tanner stood hunched over Harvey’s hood, some tool in his hand that sent sparks flying off to his right. I stood at the door, watching him work. He was manly, working raw elements with his hands. Tanner looked skilled and steady as the word that Jason had carved into my hood was erased one swipe of the tool at a time.

  As he worked, I looked around. There were far more tools lining the walls, a second motorcycle on one side of the shop, and the occasional crushed beer can on the shelves. It was a man cave of the highest order.

  He lifted the tool from the metal, letting the spinning disk wind down until it stopped. Bending over, he blew dust and metal off of the hood. He looked down on his work, then must have felt me staring. He turned.

  “I freaked out when I saw Harvey missing his hood,” I said, a little shy at being in his space.

  He laughed. “Figured I’d take care of that problem real fast. I’ll have this ready to paint in about an hour. Hope you don’t mind black. I can’t match that color.”

  I looked back to Harvey in the driveway. His mauve coat was fading in places, scratched off in others, and rusting away in yet more. It was a hard color to try and match.

  I looked back to Tanner. “Black is great. I can’t believe you’re doing this.”

  “Doing what? Sanding off some dumbass’s handy work?”

  I stepped forward, smiling and feeling bashful. “Any of this. You don’t have to do any of this for me. I mean, really—”

  “Stop. You’re barefoot.” I did as he ordered. “There’s metal all over the floor. I don’t want you to catch any of it on them pretty toes.”

  I laughed. The nail polish was chipping off every single one of them, and after a night in heels, they were in desperate need of a good scrub.

  Tanner went on, “I don’t have to do any of this. I’m doing this because I like you, Charity.” I could tell how he said the word that he knew it wasn’t my real name. I felt an incredible ache in my heart, and I almost divulged who I really was. Despite my feelings for him, something stopped me. Jason was still looming over me like an evil shadow, and as much as I hated it, I still had some anonymity with Tanner. He didn’t know where I lived, and he didn’t know my name.

  Even still, it hurt to keep that from him. It hurt not to open myself up to him completely, because I wanted to. I saw something in him that I thought was true. Alana and Ellen would want to kick my ass for falling for the guy that I originally just wanted for protection, but life is what it is.

  He saw it all on my face. On stage, I could turn it all off and become a sex-crazed dancer. Off stage, my poker face was shit.

  Tanner stepped toward me. He was wearing a black t-shirt with the Rising Sons logo on it. His muscles strained, every ripple and valley of hard body visible.

  “I know your name’s not Charity. Don’t worry.” He stood right in front of me. He leaned against the door frame behind me. Though his body hulked over me, I didn’t feel like he was imposing. There was an earnest look on his face, and I was eager to hear what he was going to say.

  After a sigh, he spoke again. “Look, I’ve got a past, too. Maybe you do; maybe you don’t, but I get the idea of keeping your name to yourself. Hell, you and I don’t know each other. I can’t really ask much of you. You keep your name to yourself, and I’ll keep mine. It’s all part of the deal, right?”

  I couldn't help but crack a smile. “Your name’s not Tanner?”

  “I am as much Tanner as you are Charity.” He turned back to his shop. “I’ve got another hour or two of work on this. I‘m guessing you’ve got shit to do?”

  I nodded. “I work tonight, actually. I’m off tomorrow, then back on Saturday night.” I checked my phone. Between running home and getting my stuff together, I didn’t have two hours to wait. “The hood won’t be done in two hours, will it?”

  Tanner shook his head. He bent down to pick up whatever tool he was using, and I took the opportunity to check out his firm ass. “An hour to get this thing ready to paint, half hour to spray it, twenty four hours to dry. I can have it back on Harvey by Saturday.”

  “Um...” I appreciated what he was doing for me, but I didn't know what I was going to do in the meantime. I needed to get around for the next two days.

  He had all the bases covered, of course. “Don’t worry, you can borrow my ride. Might throw your psycho ex off your trail, anyway.”

  I was still speechless. I didn’t know how to ride a motorcycle. I’d ridden on the back of a few crotch rockets, but no one had ever taught me how to ride one.

  “Don’t I need a motorcycle license or something?”

  Tanner nodded. “To ride a motorcycle? Yeah.”

  There was so much he was never clear about. I knew there was more he wasn’t telling me. I wanted to be mad at him and tell him to get to the fucking point, but damn if he wasn’t one good-looking son of a bitch, and that made all the difference.