by Genovese, CM
“Rain, let go of my fucking arm,” I demanded.
I didn’t care what I’d done to piss him off. This was not how I was going to be treated.
“Rain, my arm,” I said again.
He wouldn’t listen, and I was afraid I’d somehow crossed a line.
12
Rain
“Rain, dammit, stop!” Cassie demanded.
She had no fucking idea what she did to me. The way she stood there in front of all the others, in all her sassiness, and handed Oosik his ass with those hatchets. That was so fucking sexy I couldn’t stand it anymore. All I could think of when I watched her in those tight-ass jeans, legs spread, axe over her head, was, as soon as she’s done, I’m going to bury my cock in her.
Tell her she’s yours, Rain. Ease her mind. She’s afraid of you right now.
But I couldn’t. All I wanted to do was get her into my room, so I pulled her through the MC doors and took her next door to the grey, cinderblock building we used as an apartment complex. This was our sleeping quarters. I threw open my bedroom door, yanked her into my room by her wrist, and slammed the door shut.
“What in the fuck is—” she started, but I didn’t want to explain anything with words. I wanted her to feel what she did to me, to understand by action how fucking wild she drove me. She needed to know her pussy was mine now and my cock was hers. These were the moments we proved it, when one was in need and the other was available. I was so in-fucking-need.
My mouth hit hers so hard our teeth clanked, but we both fought through the pain, and continued the kiss, until I couldn’t take it anymore. With a quick tug of her hair that brought her head back, I bit her neck lightly and said, “I fucking need you, Cassie.”
She tried to nod but I had her hair in my fist, so she could only say, “Ung huh. I want you, too.”
That was all I needed to hear, so I spun her around, reached around to the front of her and unfastened her jeans. Then I tugged her fucking pants down to the floor, shoved her forward onto the mattress, and yanked her fine ass up into the air. She lay there poised on the bed, watching me over her shoulder with desperation now on her face too. Her hair hung over one shoulder and that look drove me fucking nuts.
My balls ached and my cock throbbed. If I wasn’t inside her soon, I was going to nut all over her back. That’s how crazy she made me. Pre-cum was already rolling down the tip, so I spit into my hand and slid it across her pussy. I didn’t give a shit if it was nasty or not. I needed her as wet as possible, because this could hurt. I spit in my hand again and rubbed it across my head, mixing my saliva with my pre-cum.
I needed her so bad I couldn’t wait for her to get wet. Reaching around to the front of her, I slid my fingers under the wire rim of her bra, and I cupped her warm right tit, running my thumb over her hardened nipple and pinching her swollen bud. She moaned and pressed her ass against me harder. She wanted it as much as I did.
With my left hand, I opened her tight little pussy with my fingers to check her. She still wasn’t as wet as I would have liked, so I spit in my hand again and slapped it against her folds. She yelped and whimpered, “Rain?”
Hearing her say my name put an end to this prep time. I slid the head of my cock to her hole and without any loving motion or romantic gesture, I shoved my cock into her so hard she pitched forward and I lost my grip on her tit. She fell so hard I thought she might have blacked out, until I heard her cry and saw her pull my pillow to her mouth. She bit down, and I slid my cock out and shoved it into her again, loving the way her body leapt forward with each thrust.
I wasn’t going in easy. It was rough, and it hurt. The skin on the head of my cock was pulled back so hard I thought I might rip through, but I couldn’t stop. I crammed my cock into her again and again. She didn’t make much noise, or most of it was going into my pillow, but I couldn’t stop now. I needed to claim her like this.
“You were so fucking hot out there,” I said as I pumped my cock into her, gripping her hips and slamming against her.
My balls bounced and her ass shook. I hated not seeing her face because I couldn’t tell if I was hurting her, but her pussy was so fucking good. It was so tight. So warm. And it was getting wetter by the second, slicker to the point I nearly fell out of her. I couldn’t hold on much longer. I’d wanted her so fucking bad out there in the MC. I’d wanted her when we were tubing. I’d wanted her back at her apartment at her front door.
Cassie made me fucking crazy. Her pussy was like a drug I was happy to be high on. It took me a second to realize she’d discarded the pillow and was now slamming her ass against me, fucking me nearly as much as I was fucking her, putting that pussy on me so good and at her own speed.
Music blasted from inside the clubhouse, and I was pretty sure I heard the sounds of somebody else fucking nearby. A woman’s cries. A man’s grunts. It could have been anybody, but those sounds of passion only intensified ours.
My fingernails dug into her flesh as I rolled my hips and drove my cock into her.
“You’re my woman now, Cassie,” I said. My hand struck her ass so hard she cried out.
“Fuck!” she yelled. “Yes!”
I slapped her ass again and then took my cock from her. I pulled it away, and she whined in complaint. We weren’t done yet. I turned her over onto her back and she kicked her shoes and pants from her ankles. Her legs opened for me and I dove right in, pressing my chest against hers and sliding my cock back inside her.
“I need to see you when I empty myself inside you,” I said.
Hearing that seemed to do something to her. She winced her eyes, clenched her jaw shut, and hissed through her teeth. Growling, groaning, and lifting her hips up so I could grab hold of her ass in one hand, she showed me how badly she wanted me.
Her fingernails raked my back, cutting through skin, and I reacted by grabbing her hair once more, wrapping it in my fist, and snapping her neck back so her mouth hung open and her lips curled over her teeth.
“Ohhhh fuuuuuuck,” she cried.
“Fuck,” I mumbled into her shoulder. I was going to finish. I couldn’t hold back anymore. I’d wanted her too badly, and now that I had her, I needed to come inside her.
This was the quickie of all quickies. Her legs began to quiver, and she kept her head back, moaning into my ear, and I was pretty sure she was going to come too. Either way, it was going to happen for me, so I kept thrusting. I spread her legs wider, gripped her hair harder, and drove into her as deep as I could. Long, strong strokes until I felt her entire body lock up just as mine did the same. I burst inside her, and she laughed as she took it in. When I couldn’t move anymore, she fucked me from below the best she could, trying to help me through it.
“Holy shit,” I said as my face collapsed against her T-shirt.
“Ow,” she replied, adjusting her bra that I’d angrily pulled over her tit. “There. Rest, baby.”
I was still inside her, and I didn’t want to separate from her. It felt good being a part of something bigger than me. I wasn’t in a rush to get out of bed. It was us. And I liked that a lot.
Cassie was asleep in my bed later that night, when I went to the window, and peeked out at the snow-covered forest beyond the MC grounds. Somewhere out there, that Russian son of a bitch, Palach, was snatching up women. He was out there right now, maybe fucking one of them with no intention of taking her home or letting her go back to her friends at the club.
My fingers went to the scar on my neck, as they always did when I thought of him. As they seemed to do quite often when I was alone.
Something moved outside along the tree line, and it caused me to flinch. It slowly made its way closer, remaining in the trees so I could never see it fully, but my heart rate picked up as I thought about the possibility of the Russian executioner coming to finish the job.
Whatever was moving rattled the trees. Not much, but enough for me to notice. Inside the clubhouse, music still blared. Our parties rarely ended completely before sunrise, and d
uring an Alaskan winter, that could be 10 or 11am. This would be a good plan. Sneak in when it was dark, when the music was loud, and everyone was drunk or high. Find me when I should be asleep and finish the job.
The trees rattled closer.
What if he’s out there? Let him be out there. I’ll kill that motherfucker. I’ll gut that piece of shit like—
Something touched my back, and I spun around, grabbed it by the throat, choked it, and raised my fist, ready to crush it where it stood.
It was Cassie. Her naked body hung from my grip, desperately slapping at my arm. She begged me without words to let go of her, but I was frozen in place.
“Rain,” she wheezed, slobber spraying from her lips as she peered back at me through bloodshot, glossy eyes. “Rain, please. Please…”
My arm shook as I held her in my grip. It took me a second to understand what was going on. I let her go, and she fell to the floor gasping and clutching at her throat. I fell down beside her and sat with my arms limp at my side, watching her struggle for air. I couldn’t believe what I’d done.
“Cassie,” I said, shaking myself out of it and crawling closer to her.
Both of us naked in the moonlight, I crouched beside her and hugged her to me. She pushed me away and tried to slap me, but her arms were weak and missed their target.
“I’m sorry. I don’t know what happened to me. I saw someone outside and… and…”
I couldn’t finish. I didn’t know what to say.
Cassie looked at me with tears running down her cheeks, her hair hanging in front of her face, and said, “Rain, what’s wrong with you?”
I reached out for her again. This time she slid closer and allowed me to touch her, to pull her into my arms and cradle her there. She looked up at me and continued, “Rain, I don’t know what’s wrong with you, but you have to let me in because this… this scares the shit out of me. You could have killed me.”
“No, baby,” I said. “No.”
The truth was, she was right. I could have killed her. I’d been so damn close to killing her.
“What happened?” she asked.
I let go of her and stood, staring out the window. “Something, someone, is out there,” I said.
She rose to stand next to me, holding me in her arms. “Is it this?” she asked. She tenderly reached up and touched the scar on my neck.
“Yes,” I said. “It stems from that. But something is out there and—”
My words were cut short when the thing making its way through the trees finally emerged, and I saw it was a gigantic moose with its calf following close on its heels.
“It’s a moose,” Cassie said. “Rain, it’s a moose.”
“It’s a moose,” I agreed.
Cassie took my hand and put it to her right side, where I felt the raised skin of scar tissue crisscrossing along the spot below her ribcage. “You haven’t asked me about my scar. Like I haven’t asked you about yours, but if we’re going to do this, like really do this together, maybe we should talk about it.”
She dragged me back to bed with her, and I lay on my back with her head on my chest. I told her my story, and she listened intently, shocked at how I’d survived such an ordeal. Everyone always was when they heard the story, yet Cassie was the only one who’d ever heard my version of it. All the darkness, all the emptiness, and that ray of light that washed over my face right before I opened my eyes in the hospital.
“I was raped,” Cassie finally said. “There’s not much to the story that isn’t the same as everyone else it’s happened to. I was in college. I thought I could safely walk back to my dorm from a frat party, but it turned out, I couldn’t. The guy had a knife, and he slid it into me and held it there while he raped me. I shouldn’t have lived. I lost a lot of blood, but it’s nothing like getting your throat cut.”
“Don’t do that,” I told her. “Don’t minimize your trauma because of mine. We all have our heartaches and our disasters. Yours is no less important than mine.”
Fuck! Calm down. Speak softer. The pain goes away. Just speak softer.
“You always clutch your throat when you get angry or have to yell,” she said, replacing my hand with hers at my throat.
“It hurts sometimes when I overdo it. The vocal cords are sensitive. That’s all. They’ll always be like this. But, on the bright side, I can talk.”
“Thank God for that,” Cassie said.
“Can I ask you something?” I whispered.
“Of course.”
“The knife play the other night…” I said, realizing I really didn’t want to finish the question, but it had surprised me when she’d wanted me to press the knife blade against her inner thigh.
“Yes,” she said, picking up where I left off. “Coping mechanism I suppose. Something about the knife turned me on. Maybe it’s knowing I can be in control of it. I don’t know, to be honest. But, it turns me on.”
I leaned over and picked my jeans up off the floor. I returned with my knife, opened it, and handed it to her. She smiled at me and held out the blade, running its tip along my stomach.
“You can have it if you want,” I said.
“It’s yours. I’ll borrow it when I want it.”
“I like that plan too.”
“Can I ask your advice on something, baby?” she asked me.
“Of course.”
She told me the story of some kid named Arnie and his girlfriend, Nia. They were homeless and in danger. She’d mentioned them before, but this was the first time she really explained the entire story. The sad fact was, there were a ton of homeless teenagers living in Anchorage. As much as I would have loved to help them all, it would be impossible. But, these two seemed to have touched Cassie in some way, and I’d help her any time I could. When she finished explaining everything to me, I said, “I can have a talk with them if you want. Maybe they don’t have to go to a shelter. We can figure this out.”
“Are you serious? You’d do that?” She was so excited.
“Of course, baby. For you, anything.”
“Oh, my God. I wasn’t expecting this, Rain. This is… wow.”
She hugged me and then reached down, held my cock up with one hand, and lightly traced the point of the knife against my balls.
“Whoa now,” I said, sucking in a frightened breath.
But, damn if I wasn’t hard as a rock already.
“That’s all I needed,” she said as she tossed the knife to the side, lifted my cock, and threw a leg over me. She sat down on me and held her hair above her head with both hands as she sank onto my cock and began to ride me. I admired every curve of her body that night, and I enjoyed every second of my woman.
The next morning, I made Cassie my famous one-eyed toast. Pan-fried bread with a hole at its center where I cooked the egg. Everybody at the clubhouse loved it, and in the end, I got so busy cooking it, I had to watch Cassie eat and then kiss her goodbye while I was still behind the stove.
Beezus was headed downtown with a couple of the girls, so he offered to drop her off at her apartment. She was late for work, but she didn’t seem to mind much. I didn’t care if she worked at all. She left me with a kiss and promised to return to the clubhouse later that night.
Slushy barked and whined when she walked out the door. I knew how he felt.
“You too, huh?” I asked. “Yeah, she does have a special something, doesn’t she?”
13
Rain
At 3:15 p.m., BP called my phone and told me to meet him downtown at a club called Boom Stick. I hated the damn place because it was one of those clubs that always had the lights turned all the way off, lasers flying all over the damn place, and the music turned up so loud it almost made my ears bleed. I could appreciate watching hot chicks dance under the neon glow like anybody else, but something about this club pissed me off.
The bouncers were dicks. The bartenders were punks. The clientele was made up of pussies. These were the kinds of women who thought they were famous becau
se they got a lot of Instagram likes and the dudes were too damn dainty. They danced with the women like they were claiming them on the dance floor, and it was pretty clear that was the only place they were claiming them. If any of these young hotties were getting dicked down good, they’d be on their phones less. They’d trade all that screen swiping for cock riding.
It was the club you saw on the news too. The crying father. The missing daughter.
When BP wanted me to meet him, Slitz, and Nugget down there, I must have rolled my eyes because Pipe asked, “Your new bitch already giving you shit?”
He was filling up the tank at the gas station, and I was keeping him company, getting a breath of fresh air.
“Nah, not that at all,” I said. “And don’t call her that.”
Pipe laughed. “Don’t call who what?”
“Don’t call Cassie a bitch, man. Shit ain’t like that. This one’s different.”
“Different how? She got a magical pussy?”
“Pipe.”
“Fucking with you, man,” he said, flipping his long blond hair away from his eyes. “Come on. I’ll watch what I say. I didn’t realize it was so serious.”
We got into the car and he played with his phone for a second before a song blasted from the tiny speaker.
“In honor of, uh, what’s her name again?” he asked.
“Cassie,” I said.
“In honor of Cassie, I’ve got a special song I’d like to play.”
‘Abracadabra’ by The Steve Miller Band flowed from his phone and I couldn’t help but laugh. I got it. Magical pussy. Abracadabra.
“Ah, come on,” he said. “That’s not fuckin’ funny?”
“Yeah, that’s pretty funny. I have to admit.”
Seconds later, we were both singing the song as we headed for the club. I was grateful for anything to take my mind off the fact I was about to walk into a nightclub BP thought was being fronted by the Russians and could quite possibly tie back to Palach.
