“Are we in a cave?” the Rider ventured.
“Bet your stupid ass. They didn't look for you long, once they saw that you'd crashed. Cannon wanted to leave you for dead. The whole gang turned back with him.”
Dim memories of the race were flooding back in a confusing tumble of images. Someone's bloody mass on the highway. The grinning, maniacal face of Officer C.
“God is dead?”
“That, I would've thought you'd remember. You smeared old man guts all over the roadside. He's for the buzzards, now.”
Tuck felt a sudden lurch in his stomach. “What about Bridie? Is she safe? Did you bring her with you?”
“Thought you'd never ask, Mr. Bad-Ass,” the voice that spoke was new yet familiar; sweet, soft and strong all at once. Tuck lurched up, and flicked his eyes across the cave walls—but he felt shooting pain along his spine, and firm hands pressing on his shoulders.
“Behind you, doofus.” It was Bridie. Tuck looked at her face—slightly dewy, pale with worry, but still as perfect as it had appeared in every single one of his daydreams. Her mouth was waiting and full. Her lips were parted slightly. Her lovely hair—tangled and ratty, given the day they'd had—hung around her heart-shaped face. He couldn't control himself. Despite the flood of pain, Tuck reached a hand up to his girl's cool neck and brought her lips down to his. She kissed him from above, and her mouth was salty and frantic. They sucked on one another like drowning people, struggling for air.
When he came up for actual oxygen, Tuck saw that Bridie's eyes were moist. She brushed the tears away a little angrily, and then held him at an arm’s distance. “I thought you were all set to die on me, you know. Asshole.”
“Oh, I'm the asshole? The guy who rode himself into paralysis just to save your virtue?” The young girl socked Tuck lightly in the shoulder, sending a small shock wave of pain down his arm.
“Yup,” Bridie chirped, looking mischievous again.
“Are you two finished being disgusting?” Athena called across the cavern. “Because we actually have a lot to do before anyone goes riding off into the sunset.”
“Speaking of which, how is the Triumph?” Tuck attempted once more to launch himself up into a sitting position, despite the aches.
Athena and Bridie were silent for a beat. Tuck glanced between their faces, then felt his stomach drop.
“Oh, don't say it's toast.”
“Okay. It's...not not toast.”
“So no more ride? What the fuck is a Rider supposed to do without a ride?”
“Hey! Remember—this all could have ended with no more life.”
“Did you even try to save her? She's not still on the road, is she?”
“Tuck!” Athena hollered. “Don't be such a fucking idiot! We couldn't very well wander back onto the racecourse, grab your busted-up hoop-dee and say 'we're just going to fix this, be back in a jiff!' Do you realize what we had to do to get here? Zuzu helped Bridie sneak away during the race. The second they realize she's missing they'll be looking for us. And not just the Barons—probably all of Waco P.D.”
“That's the liability of dating me,” Bridie joked softly. Then she looked at Tuck with her big, beautiful brown eyes. “I've put you two in enough danger, you know. I could—I should—just go off on my own for a while.”
Athena didn't even grant this suggestion a response, but instead sniffed heavily and rolled her eyes as she replaced a bandage on Tuck's wounded leg. Tuck reached up to kiss the girl again—softly this time.
“...still. You should never call a Triumph a hoop-dee...”
Athena punched her best friend in the other shoulder.
“Wait a second, both of you. Hush.” Bridie had turned toward the mouth of the cave, which Tuck now saw gazed out at a quiet Texas night. Cicadas thrummed in the tall grass. He couldn't hear any sounds from the road.
“You really think they'd look for us all the way out here?” Tuck murmured.
“They're going to realize soon enough that you didn't leave behind a body when you 'died.' I trust the po-po will connect the rest of the dots. One of us had probably better sit lookout.” Athena shot Bridie a meaningful look, but the young girl successfully averted her eyes.
After she'd left a lengthy explanation for the minute-to-minute care of Tuck's wounds, Athena reluctantly trundled to the mouth of the cave. Because of the cavernous echo, they couldn't hear or see her from where they sat. The stubby candles began to dim.
“This would all be pretty romantic if you weren't broken from head to toe,” Bridie murmured. She bent low over Athena's mechanic's bag, the typical contents of which had been replaced with as many balms and medical supplies as the women could find on short notice.
“You don't go for that whole wounded-soldier thing?” Tuck jibed. But laughing hurt his bruised ribs. The lovers were silent for a minute.
“You know, if you'd told me two weeks ago that I'd be living the outlaw life with a band of bad-ass MC members in this rough n' tumble terrain, navigating a drug scandal and boinking a superior officer—I'd never have believed you.”
“Probably because no one uses the word, 'boinking,'” Tuck goofed again. Hell, it hurt his ribs, but he couldn't help it—it just felt so good to be alive, in this room, with her. Beautiful, beautiful her.
“Fucking, then,” Bridie said. The word popped off her lips. She caught his eyes in the low light. Her whole body seemed to shimmer in his gaze, the way a long stretch of road will in bright summer heat.
“Come here,” Tuck commanded then. Some other desire was beginning to trump the pain in his limbs.
“You need to recover, Tuck.”
“I said, come here.”
Bridie rose. Her dress had frayed during the day's events—it looked worn and thin in the candlelight.
“Take off your clothes,” Tuck said. He'd pulled himself into a sitting position, his muscular torso leaning against the cave wall. He licked his lips. He felt his heart begin to race.
“Athena is right outside!”
As if in warning, the Rider placed a hand on his quickly growing cock. He began to work his hand along the edge of his shaft, through his jeans—slowly at first, then with mounting speed.
“Tuck,” Bridie said in limp protest—though she was already walking toward him, as if she was being led.
“I told you to take off your dress.”
“I don't –”
“The world could end tomorrow, baby.”
“The world could always end tomorrow, Baby.” But Bridie was smiling now. She towered at his heels. With an effortless motion the girl peeled the damp straps of her dress away from her rounded shoulders. With a soft rustle, the fabric fell to the cave floor.
“I love you. Now, get down on your knees.”
“I love you. But I don't take orders anymore.”
Instead, Bridie straddled Tuck's body, with one foot placed on either side of his hips. Slowly, she eased herself down on to all fours, so none of her weight rested on his weakened frame. She craned her lovely head, and kissed the lieutenant hard on the mouth.
Tuck, his member now throbbing, reached a weak hand forward to cradle his lover's naked breast. She was soft. So soft. He pushed the pad of his grimy thumb against her soft pink nipple, and felt Bridie shiver with pleasure above him. With the other hand he reached down to cup the swell of her ass. She was taut below a thin skin of sky blue panties. He slipped a finger below the elastic, and pressed forward until his hand was flat against her tight, waiting cherry.
“Tuck!” Bridie cried in mock protest, but the Rider was already lunging for her body. He craved every inch of her. Pressing her upwards, Tuck buried his face in his lover's cleavage and began to suck ferociously at the heavy, pert mounds of her breasts. He flicked his tongue against each erect nipple, enjoying the feel of her body bucking above his. His other hand, burrowing deeper into her sweet base, grew moist and hot as Bridie grew wet.
“Please fuck me,” she whispered in his waiting ear, as his fingers
continued to make circles on her clit. “Oh please, baby. I want you inside of me.”
“Wait,” Tuck said—not least because his weakened body was cause for worry. He gazed into the young girl's eyes, which ached with passion and innocence at the same time. “You know I wasn't kidding, when I said...what I said just now. I love you. I've never loved anyone before.”
Bridie blinked. She began to grind her hips against his flicking finger, bucking so Tuck's hand was flush with her clit. She stared straight into his eyes and said, without a waver, “I love you too, Tucker LaRouche. And I've never loved anyone before, either.”
He moved his fingers harder and faster against her mound, gently rising to push one digit into her dripping, hot pussy. Bridie cried out—so loud that she instinctively clamped a hand across her mouth. Tuck pressed harder. His own throbbing cock thrust against the denim of his jeans. He slid a second finger inside, and began to move his own body in tandem with her thrusts. His other hand reached back around to Bridie's ass. He slid one timid finger toward the entrance of her ass and began to press against her tight button.
“Come inside,” Bridie whimpered, barely able to keep quiet. “Oh please, come inside.” So he pushed a single finger slowly into her ass, as his other hand pressed hard against her G Spot. Bridie's entire body seemed to contract with the force of her sudden orgasm. Her sweetness dripped down his fingers. With a small shock, Tuck realized that he was also on the brink of coming. Bridie, sensing this, leaned her breasts forward. She pressed his head into the damp cleavage, and with a burst, Tuck came.
“Sweet fucking Jesus...”
They rested for a moment, panting, until Bridie arched an eyebrow at her lover. She rotated her body, pivoting her hips so her back was facing Tuck. He pressed a sweaty brow into the smooth, pale skin between her shoulders, before reaching his hands around to cup her breasts. Bridie lifted herself slightly, so she could fumble with the clasps of Tuck's jeans. After an awkward moment or two, the girl had lifted Tuck's still throbbing cock from the mess of his pants.
She began to stroke along the shaft—gently at first, so as to keep her weight off his frail body. But as Tuck watched himself grow harder and harder in her tiny hand, he guided her fingers towards a faster stroke. Soon, he was rod-like in her grip. Tuck kept his eyes clamped on Bridie, who craned over one shoulder. As the girl eased her muscular hips over and down the dripping tip of his cock, her face was a mask of ecstasy.
They moved slowly at first. Tuck eased the full swell of his erection into her waiting lips as Bridie slowly lowered herself down over his shaft. She arched her back and bit her lip at his size, the slightest flash of pain moving across her features. But her jaw slackened once she felt the whole of him filling her up. She rose slowly again, and lowered herself in time.
But then Tuck gripped her hips. He pushed her down, hard, until their pubic bones met. Bridie began to push against his cock with rhythmic thrusts, her pussy still dripping with pleasure. Tuck watched their union in his lap. He watched her raven hair flip forward and back as their strokes came faster and faster. The air in the cave felt close.
Bridie made sounds as if she couldn't help it—a whole peal of frantic cries mingled with laughter. Tuck reached forward and pushed a hand into the thicket of her wild hair. The girl's head jerked backward at the pull, and she almost screamed with pleasure. Once more, Bridie clamped a hand over her mouth.
“Don't make me have to gag you,” Tuck grunted into the space below her left ear. Then, overtaken, he rocked his body forward and began to kiss the nape of her long, lovely neck.
They rocked back and forth for a long while, their motions growing faster and faster. After what felt like a full hour, Bridie fell forward, so her hands were touching the cool ground.
“I'm gonna come,” she croaked, her voice hoarse from screaming. Her pussy was slick with heat and desire. Tuck reached a hand around, and pressed his index finger into the swollen pad of her clit. He rubbed her in small, expert circles, until Bridie came with a shudder. Her whole body seemed to spasm and then release.
In a matter of seconds, Tuck felt himself also reaching a long-suspended second climax. He gripped his lover, grinding her hips harder and faster against his member. His cock was getting tired from the effort. But again, Tuck watched Bridie's face—beatific, peaceful, sweet—and with a shudder, he came hard inside of her. Their juices comingled, then ran down his legs. He collapsed against her shoulders, and felt her sweat snake down his body. He felt her heartbeat through his own chest.
“You sure know how to set the mood,” Bridie purred, taking one languid hand and piling her hair on top of her head. “Wounded soldier, indeed.” But still she kissed him sweetly, over her shoulder. Tuck realized then that the pain had returned to his legs. He hadn't noticed it during any of their coitus.
Bridie registered the wound in her lover's eyes. Slowly, she pulled herself up and stood shivering for a moment in the damp air of the cave. She crept back toward the bandage kit and began to rummage among the vials for something.
Tuck—wincing, but joyous—moved to button up his pants. He smiled sleepily.
“This isn't exactly morphine, but it should help with the pain,” Bridie said. She'd also discovered a scratchy blanket (emblazoned with bad embroidery: “Property of the Barons of Sodom, MC”) which she threw around both of their bodies. She brought a glass of water and two white pills to her lover's lips. “This will help you fall asleep, at least.”
The Rider let himself be cared for. The events of the past twenty-four hours felt so surreal that the idea of sleeping an untroubled sleep in Bridie's arms was easily the best option on the docket, even if he was wounded, endangered, and trapped in some cave. He took the pills without question and felt himself drifting away a few blinks later. The candlelight grew dimmer.
“Zuzu told me a funny thing, while I was tied up during the race. You wanna hear it?”
“Sure thing, doll,” Tuck nodded sleepily. He nestled into his lover, grasping for the itchy blanket.
“She said that the best part of love is the very beginning. That the beginning's the big adventure, then the rest is all noise. That it's all downhill after the first kiss, when you find out your mouths fit together. What do you think about that?” Bridie turned to her Rider. But the big, strong doofus had fallen fast asleep.
* * *
“Get him up!” It was Athena. Her wild, frizzy hair looked especially wild and frizzy after a sleepless night spent watching the grass grow. Dawn had broken and the cave floor was quickly filling up with streaks of pale light. Tucker had snored through a solid eight hours.
“Is there something wrong?”
“Not sure of anything yet, but I think I heard sirens. No, I know I heard sirens.” Sark looked rattled. A single thought danced between the women, one of the many things they hadn't thought of while beating their hasty retreat from the camp: there was only one working bike between the three of them. For all their efforts, escape would be rough.
“We're probably safest here, don't you think?” Bridie tried.
“Not half a mile from the highway we're not. I'm pretty sure the area around the course is one of the first places they'll go looking for a body. Would've tried to camp further away, but I thought Tuck was too weak to travel.” Her eyes were wet with worry. For a moment, Bridie felt a deep compassion for Athena. She was unable to have this man she loved, the man with whom she'd already shared a whole life. If they were all to get out of this alive, what would happen to Athena? Would she even want to stay close to the pair of them, given everything that had happened?
Then came the absolute and unmistakable sound of many sirens. The cops were getting closer. They were, in fact, closing in.
“Wake him up. NOW.”
Bridie nudged Tuck, but he didn't stir.
“What did you give him?”
“Something to help him sleep! Two Valium! I didn't realize that—”
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Athena rolled her eyes
and then ran at her fallen companion. With a yelp, she launched herself into Tuck's lap and slapped him smartly across the face. The Rider awoke with a start, and made the frantic motion of someone reaching for a gun.
“What in EVERLOVING FUCK—”
“Tucker, the cops are here. They've found your bike. They're going to find us. Can you stand up?”
His face darkening, Tucker cast off the blanket and placed his heavy hands on the cave floor. He tried to rock himself up onto his good leg, but the weight of his body brought him down. Pain was etched across his handsome face.
“Bridie! Bring me that splint! We need something to keep the bones in place, they’re not staying set.”
“Well, I absolutely hate the sound of that,” Tuck grumbled. But by now, the sirens were so loud that they might've been a city block away. Suddenly they cut out. The police were parking their cars. They'd found the spot, all right.
“BRIDIE!”
Still only halfway into her dress, Bridie clamored across the floor to the appropriated mechanic's bag and began tossing the contents around in frantic search for the splint. Athena continued to bark instructions. The trio heard the bark of a bloodhound.
“They're looking for us. Jesus, fuck!”
Athena's fingers quivered as they laced the stays of a splint around Tucker's broken shin. The Rider put on a brave face, but his eyes revealed wells of pain. He clutched Bridie's hand.
“Try now,” Athena said at last, blowing strands of curling hair out of her face.
With his lover's help, Tuck rocked forward onto his leg again. The wave of dizzying, nauseous pain that swept across his body was nearly unbearable—nearly—but he managed to stand. It felt like all the blood was rushing to his wounds, creating throbbing pain centers all over his body. Tuck stifled a cry.
“Hush, now. You have to be really tough if we're all going to survive this.” Athena was running around the cave now, tossing neglected items back into her medical bag. Once the case was packed, she kicked it with her steel-toed boot, sending all their supplies deep into the darkness. Bridie felt helpless. Tuck was leaning most of his weight against her to distract himself from the pain.
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