by Keta Kendric
When Aaron walked into the kitchen, his gaze locked with mine. He stepped up to me and slapped a piece of paper on the table just as he’d done with the condoms the day before. After he placed his dishes in the sink, he walked back over to the table and stood over me.
My eyes refused to drop away from him. His button-up white shirt and black slacks were a part of his work uniform, but seeing him in something other than jeans gave him a refreshing appeal. He’d gelled his hair back and away from his face and tied it back with a rubber band. With his hair combed back, the strong features of his handsome face were more visible, making him even more desirable.
When my gaze dropped from his face to the document on the table, my mouth fell open. It was his medical clearance form, confirming that he was free of all STD’s. I glanced up, speechless. How the hell had he gotten this report in one day?
“Small town. I know the doctor and lab tech,” he answered like he was reading my mind. He had already started to undo the buttons on his shirt.
After last night, I could understand why he would want to fuck me with no barriers between us. Shit, truth be told, I was probably as curious as he was. Obviously, he was trusting that I had a clean bill of health as well. It made me wonder what he’d seen in me to trust me that much.
“So, can I fuck you with no condom?” he asked. His chiseled chest peeked out from the two halves of his open shirt. I threw my hands up, torn between shock and fuck-yes-ness. Instead, I remained calm.
“I suppose so,” I told him, struggling not to let my lust-filled gaze trail down his body and linger at his dick that had tented in his crotch. It wasn’t the answer I wanted to give, but I couldn’t let him know that he’d had my pussy throbbing all day.
“That’s a good enough answer for me,” he stated.
He didn’t give me time to say another word. He snatched me from my seat, hiked me up onto the counter, and didn’t waste a moment dragging my sweats over my dangling legs. The kicker wasn’t even the fact that he wanted me so badly. It was that I wanted him just as much, if not more.
I helped him by heaving my shirt over my head and dropping it on the floor as he slid my panties down my legs. My ass kissed the cold, smooth surface of the counter, but my body was so warm, it would likely leave a dewy layer of frost where I sat.
Aaron tore off his shirt, popping a few of the buttons off the arms as he slung it off his shoulders before tugging it over his wrists. He didn’t even bother taking his pants all the way off. He yanked them and his boxers down to his thighs, far enough for his dick to jump up and point right where it wanted to be—right between my slick, hot, and throbbing pussy.
Two things happened quickly. Aaron slid my ass to the edge of the counter and thrust into me in one long and smooth stroke that took my breath away. My fingers dug into his tight muscular biceps as my head landed on the edge of his shoulder. It was a damn shame that I was too weak with need and so full of burning lust that I could barely hold my own head up.
Aaron didn’t care if I was ready or not. He didn’t hold back as he began to pound into me. I gasped, nearly choking on the large amount of oxygen that flooded my lungs. Before I could exhale, the hypnotic sensations his dick induced took over my body.
I clenched my already shut eyes tighter as they rolled to the back of my head. My head lifted and fell back as my mouth dropped open, allowing my ragged breaths to fill the kitchen. My fingernails on one hand dug deeper into his taut bicep and the other dug into the side of his rippling abdominal muscles as I assisted in pulling him further between my splayed legs.
Sinful strokes touched me deep inside with no barrier between us, and deep cries of pleasure escaped my throat with every down thrust. This encounter was a magical mixture that had no business existing. I was gone after the first stroke, but the longer he drove that strong, pulsing sensational dick into me, the further I traveled away from rationale and reason.
I lost control of my moans and vocal cries. If Shark came back for any reason and caught us, I didn’t think Aaron would stop. Even worse, I wouldn’t want him to stop.
Shark would see us fucking in Aaron’s kitchen and hear me saying, “Oh my God, Aaron, that feels so good. Keep fucking me like that.”
My pleas were cut short as a violent quiver started at my stomach and rolled up and over my chest, making my entire body convulse.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Megan. Fuck! It’s better than I could have imagined. Shhhiiit!”
He dragged out the word, shit, like it had five syllables instead of one. His grunts and fucks never stopped as he pounded into me with hungry thrusts that struck the back of me with each dip his dick took inside me. The slapping sound of his hips against my inner thighs livened up the otherwise quiet kitchen.
Aaron didn’t have to tell me to open myself for him. I spread my legs as wide as I could get them, allowing him the space he needed to fuck me as hard and as fast as he desired. At this point, I was so strung out that I’d forgotten that anything but us existed.
He lifted me by placing both his hands under my ass, easily holding my weight so that he stayed buried deep inside as he rotated his hips with lingering deep thrusts that drove me crazier than I already was. He moved me so that I rode his dick while he remained impaled, massaging everything inside me.
“I don’t want out of this pussy. It’s so fucking good!” he confessed. His shouts were so loud and boisterous that they vibrated through me even as my body caught fire for him and danced atop his deeply planted iron-hard dick. I’d never experienced anything like this before; sex so good it literally made me lose my sanity.
We may as well have been animals in the wild because we fucked without inhibitions—no remorse or regret. Aaron’s hair had fallen loose from the band he’d tied around it, and it bobbed in time with his thrusting hips and teased the side of my face and neck.
He stroked everything that sparked intense vibrations, and I became a woman possessed. With Aaron, I indulged in my greatest impulses and I wasn’t ashamed of my lustful and wanton actions.
“Aaron, I’m about to cum all over your dick. Oh, God, help me!”
I choked on the massive amount of pleasure he forced into my body, unable to suck in a full breath. I was on the verge of a heart attack or some other condition that would cause my body to go into shock. My fucking heart was about to stop. I knew it was. The buildup of the orgasm was so intense that I was almost afraid to let go, but I didn’t have a choice. It swept through me, taking me by force.
Words I didn’t understand flew out of my mouth. My entire body endured the blast, as total earth-shattering bliss consumed my mind and took my body to another world.
“Oh! Fuck! Your pussy is pounding so hard baby. I can’t…I can’t…”
I vaguely caught Aaron’s roaring words as they filled the interior of his kitchen. It sounded as if he’d been taken by one of those blissful explosions that had taken me. He pounded into me so fast and hard until it sounded like a drummer finding the right rhythm for his bass drum.
Just as he’d gifted me the night before and just as my orgasm started to subside, his dick pulsed so wantonly inside me that it enticed another orgasm from me that seized my body and left me a jerking mass of flesh, unconscious of how I acted or sounded.
Although tired from our previous night’s activities, we managed two more pleasure-filled rounds in Aaron’s bed before he allowed me to get some sleep.
When I tried to rise to get up to go to my room, Aaron pulled me right back down and snuggled me against his chest before he passed out. Like everything else between us, this was unexpected. Weren’t we just fucking? As a matter of fact, I preferred just fucking with no care and concern to worry about. When it was time for me to go home, the last thing I wanted was to have formed an attachment to him. I was pretty sure I was already addicted to the man’s dick.
Aaron delivered the best sex I’d ever experienced, but something that good wasn’t meant to be shared long-term. Despite my reluctance at being
folded into his strong arms, I relaxed into the firm, warm confines of his solid chest. His arms tightened around me as I nuzzled closer and my eyes drifted closed.
Chapter 13
Aaron – Day 21
This type of shit wasn’t supposed to be happening. I was taking a crash course in the only class that had ever held my interest: Megan 101. I had learned that she enjoyed cooking and trying new recipes. She had expressed that there was a lot she wasn’t allowed to do in foster care, so when she was set free, she explored.
She liked foot massages, which I gladly gave her. If she allowed me to keep fucking her the way I wanted, I was willing to give her any kind of massage she desired.
Although neither of us were big talkers, it didn’t take away from our connection. We seemed to get each other whether we exchanged words or not. However, there were times when Megan would go quiet on me, even quieter than usual. Her fingers would trace the lines and curves of every one of my tattoos. When her fingers weren’t on me, she made my body tingle with her tongue.
There weren’t many areas left on me that she hadn’t explored. It almost seemed like she was studying me, memorizing every line and angle of my body. Like now, her fingers slinked over the lines of the metal skull on my back. Soon after, her tongue glazed over the dull red scales of the diamondback slithering over my shoulder. The head of the snake stopped at my right pec, and so did her tongue.
I’d been bitten by a diamondback rattler as part of a torture session after I was captured by one of my MC’s adversaries. The snake had bitten me twice, and the venom should have killed me after I’d been beaten, thrown into a shallow hole, and left for dead. It was a deadly mistake on the group’s part that they hadn’t ensured that I’d died.
Megan’s movement drew my attention away from thoughts of torture and revenge. I’d never had anyone, especially not a woman, pay that much attention to me. The experience was foreign, uncomfortable, yet sensual in a way. That’s why I didn’t make her stop when she concentrated on me like this. It turned me on, but I wasn’t necessarily roaring to plant one of my heads between her legs.
“What are you doing?” I asked after her fingers trailed over the black printed Scripture covering my left side and along my abs. It was from I John, the first chapter and the ninth verse, which read, ‘He frees us from the slavery of sin and sets us free to experience new life.’ Lord knew I, more than anyone, needed to be set free of sin. I also knew and accepted that I couldn’t do it on my own.
“Remembering,” she finally answered my question in her low tone. She continued the meticulous movement of her delicate fingers until her index finger circled the bloody exit wound tattoo on my lower left side.
The tattoo covered an actual exit wound from the first gunshot that ever pierced my body. I’d taken the shot to my lower back, saving my cousin Ansel. The bullet had pinged off one of my bones and exited through my side. There was a small entrance wound tattooed on my lower back where the bullet had entered.
Megan’s gaze rolled over and rested on the bloodstained handcuff tattooed around my left wrist. Her eyebrows knitted tighter when her gaze rose and landed on the name, Ryan, tattooed in black cursive letters atop a bricked headstone on my forearm.
I felt compelled to share the story of my younger brother with Megan, but I stopped myself. We should be fucking each other, not sharing personal stories. On second thought, we shouldn’t be fucking each other either, but I couldn’t help myself on that front.
I couldn’t believe I’d almost told her about my little brother. Ryan had been shot in the head during a shootout we had with a rival MC. He was a few weeks away from his thirteenth birthday at the time, and I was fifteen. Although Ryan didn’t have a gun, most of our MC had guns in their hands returning fire. Therefore, we couldn’t go to any law enforcement agency to seek legal justice.
Ryan’s death weighed heavy on me. I was the closest to him when he died. He was standing right next to me. I never shared it with the rest of my family, but I truly believed Ryan had died protecting me that day. He’d been ducking behind a stack of old tires right next to me when one of our enemies snuck up on us.
Things happened so fast that I had no proof other than what I think may have happened. I think Ryan stood and took that bullet to protect me. I think he stared death in the face to keep his big brother from getting shot. Ryan meant everything to me. He was a good kid who hadn’t inherited the madness that roared inside of me, and I never tried to push him to embrace this life.
Ryan looked up to me like I was the best thing in his life. He told me I was the bravest and smartest person he knew and that he was glad he had a big brother like me. It should have been me protecting Ryan that evening and not the other way around.
It took my father and me two years to track down the man who’d killed Ryan. I was so relentless in my pursuit of my brother’s killer that I stopped at nothing to track him down. I even dropped out of school for a while. My actions had earned me the nickname Grave Digger.
By seventeen, I’d killed more men than some of our seasoned members. My actions had prompted the chairmen at the time to vote and name me one of the club’s enforcers. I killed five of the rival MC’s men before I found the one who’d shot Ryan. Every time I killed one of them, I’d reopen the grave and add each additional dead member to the pile of bodies stacking up.
Megan’s tongue sliced across my nipple and brought me out of my haunting thoughts. Her action made me suck in a harsh breath.
“It seems like you’re studying me.” I whispered.
She glanced up from scrutinizing the spent bullet shell casings that billowed smoke on the back of my left hand. She flashed me a shy smile. “I am.”
My curiosity was piqued. “Why the heck would you want to study me?”
“Because I want to remember you.” Her gaze was locked with mine. “Everything about you.”
The fuck?
Why the hell would she want to remember everything about a fucker like me?
Megan was more like me than I think she knew. She was not the sentimental type. It was one of the things I liked about her. She didn’t drag in the emotional baggage that women liked to bring into a sexual situation.
That being said, as unintentional as Megan may have been with her statement about wanting to remember everything about me, it had my fucking heart doing flip flops and banging all around in my damn chest.
As much as we’d avoided the emotional side of this affair, the shit crept in from time to time anyway. Not even the rules and laws of Copper County or years of the dark history of hatred and cruelty my motorcycle club stood for was enough to stop Megan and me from wanting each other. I don’t know if she harbored the same kind of want for me that I was starting to have for her, but I think I was beginning to want every part of her—mind, body, and soul.
For God’s sake, I was reading her books and shit. Not that I didn’t study the hell out of shit that could give me any kind of advantage over an enemy. But me, reading a book for the hell of it was unheard of. It had taken me less than two work days to finish one of her paranormal books. Surprisingly, I had enjoyed her spin on werewolves and had since downloaded two more of those addictive books of hers. Seeing the smile I’d put on her beautiful face after I’d informed her that I’d finished the first book, had pleased me.
Chapter 14
Aaron - Day 22
After we’d injected each other with the most addictive drug on the planet: our sex, Megan would talk to me until I fell asleep. Sports, book ideas, music, what I did at work—we’d talk about everything. Our sex could be bottled and sold as sleeping pills, so our conversations never lasted very long.
I appreciated her efforts to converse with me when I got the distinct impression that she would have been just fine without words. Her soothing, low tone relaxed me, but there was something else in her tone that sparked with hints of care and understanding. However, it wasn’t lost on me that she never seemed to want to talk about herself.
Before she allowed herself to be lured completely into the dream world, she’d sink her fingers into my beard and fall asleep cupping my chin. Like a number other actions that were a no-way-in-hell to other women, Megan was the only one I allowed to touch my beard.
I also enjoyed Megan’s musical playlist so much that she’d cloned it and downloaded it to my phone. While I was at work, I found myself texting her silly text messages and what once was rare smiles, turned into beaming grins each time I saw her replies.
Who the fuck was this new Aaron and where had the real Aaron gone? Texting, being silly, and enjoying the company of a woman was out of my character. Surely, I’d lost my natural fucking mind, and the craziest thing about the situation was I didn’t give a flying fuck. For once in my life, I enjoyed something other than motorcycles, a good fight, and staring down the sight of a weapon aimed at an unlucky target.
Megan enjoyed running. It was a rare piece of information I’d learned about her when she’d asked if it was safe to run in the sea of thick trees that surrounded my house. I told her no. I didn’t want to risk anything happening to her.
Aaron - Day 23
After I got off from work, I showed up with a new treadmill for Megan to run on. The happiness my gesture brought her did funny things to my heart. This tugging at my heartstrings had to stop, so I paused and took a step back.
When Megan showed me how grateful she was for my gesture, I forgot all about stepping back and allowed myself to fall further into the danger I’d been letting myself slip into.
We were playing a dangerous game. We were starting to cross a line that shouldn’t be broached and acting like a couple. Is that what the fuck we were now, a couple?
Aaron - Day 24
Today consisted of work and fucking Megan. First we did it in the living room and then on the stairs before we ended up in my bed. During our break she studied my body the way she always did. She cooked for me and served me dinner before letting me fuck her on the kitchen table.
